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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Cerei Davren \nBorder of Taemar \n\nThe rain continued beating on the cloth canopy surrounding them both, keeping Cerei soundly asleep so the pair could continue their conversation. \n\n\"I would expect nothing less. I can pay you, keep you as part of the staff if you would like. It would keep money in your purse, and it would also keep any *Unwanted* Attention off of you. However, that also means if Cerei loses interest in you I would have no other reason to keep you as a part of the Manor. So it would be in *Your* Best interest to keep my daughter happy.\" Lucius said, glancing back at Cerei. \n\n\"Though you don't give off the sort of attitude I have come to expect of others in your... Profession. Maybe there is more to you than your history, Ms. Prynne.\" Lucius said, a faint smile drifting across his face before fading altogether."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Scarlett Prynne\nBorder of Taemar\n\n\"There usually is,\" She replied softly, her voice a little cool and aloof. There was a great deal to her history, but none of it she wished to disclose to Lucius. *Giving him information about me only gives him more reason to send me away, or at least more of a case against me,* She thought, her defenses going back up again. His expectations of women like her came from a position of wealth; of someone who had probably slept with them and used them. Of course he wouldn't know! He was so out of touch! He-\n\nShe stopped herself there, reminding herself that she couldn't harbor too much ill will towards him. He was Cerei's father, first and foremost, and Cerei's happiness should be the most important thing. \n\n\"There's no need to pay me,\" She finally continued. \"I am here for Cerei and Cerei only. The day she no longer needs me or wants me, I will leave on my own. I can take care of myself.\" \n\nHer demeanor had changed, shutting down quickly from his comments and becoming as dark and cold as the rain that pounded on the roof overhead. His smile said that he meant no ill will, but Scarlett had learned to look past the mask and always search for a deeper meaning in the things men said. Men simply couldn't be trusted. \n\n\"I don't think Cerei would think well of either of us if she thought I was only a purchased companion,\" She replied. \"Believe it or not, my feelings are not for sale. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm tired and sore.\" \n\nWith that, she laid down on her side of the carriage and curled up on her side."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Cerei Davren\nBorder of Taemar\n\nLucius's smile faded quickly, and he quietly moved over and faced her. \"Listen. I'm sorry about how I treated you. I mean that very seriously. All of the dreams of this moment were not planned to happen in a trip. I wanted to have a celebration to surprise Cerei. Instead she's in the back of a crowded cart traveling to a place she has never been to with people she only recently met. I can only imagine what she is going through. But you, however, are going through something far worse, that I am sure of. And it is mostly caused by me.\" He said, frowning. \n\n\"But I promise to try to make it up to you. If you need anything at all, just tell me. You have been the closest thing to normal that Cerei has probably ever met or known. I am forever in your debt for that.\" Lucius said, lying on his back beside Scarlett. \n\n\"I have a surprise awaiting you both when we get back to the manor. But until then anything you want will be covered by me. I know there is more to you than just a beautiful face.\" He said softly."
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"author": "xyz.wav",
"message": "Lady Catherine Royte\nHouse Royte\n\nBare feet kicked dust into the fine, sleeping carpet. As she strolled the room in winding circles, fresh leaves of paper blossomed in her wake. A misspelling, or unruly vowel that dipped below the line would earn another careless tear. Perfection. Perfection. Perfection. The display required grace. A fluidity from one thought to the next; inquiry, not curiosity. An invitation of the highest form, an honor to meet the sender. \n\n*I indulge in-*\n\nA blot of ink pooled too thickly onto the canvas.\n\n*I take the liberty-*\n\nThe paper had crinkled prematurely. Every work sired from the house was a rarity- they were an endangered species. Whomever was gifted the oddity was meant to feel significant. More so, when the recipient held notoriety. \n\nStranger than a seal of her house was to encounter a man who was useful.\n\n The estate was gripped in history, haunted in distinction. Imprisoned within each warped wood, ancient wealth flourished. However, as funerals continued to besiege one's social calendar, the affluence grew as ghostly as her predecessors. Perfumes and silks littered the Lady's room, finances evidently an avoidance. It was a hobby suited for those who were unappealing in some condition, with an abundance of time to devote. The value of her complexion *Was* A currency. A woman only proved her standing when adorned and admired. This alone had imbued an urgency to unseal the threshold. To release her last traces of opulence into a dreary reality. She was cresting into becoming as destitute as those who served her. Death would rather be preferable, the family estate burning alongside. Catherine already planned a flamboyant end, should she be unable to afford a new season of robes.\n\nMarriage was an option once put into consideration, by delusion and desperation. She quickly found the thought repugnant, even more so with the horror of watching her body morph and bloat with the charge of an heir. There was no privilege of a choice. The stubborn Catherine required aid. So she sought out to be neighborly. \n\n- \n\nHouse Barrmount had been enthralled in a matter ostensibly much too urgent than to see her. There was no such thing, and thus, she privately speculated that Sibyl was simply impolite. To not find the hour to respect Catherine's forged sincerity?\n\nRidiculous. \n\nShe sent a letter to the treasurer afterwards, and for the while, Catherine had submerged herself in torment. It was necessary to cut the issue at the throat, and so she had infused danger into her plight. She burned lavender candles slick with oils of foreign scents in an effort to coerce a man into her home. She would no longer prove idle in her campaign. \n\nKlaus Paberly was to- \n\nWith that, the door hesitantly peeled open, breaking the mania. The locks were failing as well, there was no bother to use them. The entire manor was going to bury them all. \n\n\"The Treasury Councilor has arrived,\" A voice announced in hushed surprise, careful as to not disturb the tempestuous resident. \n\nCatherine, mouth agape, wrinkled her usually vacant expression. \"I will be down shortly, have one of you even offered tea?,\" She questioned, searching for the nearest reflective surface to research the state of her hair."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Pippin Penby.**\n**Barrmount Castle, The Iron Plaines.**\n\nPippin almost retracted into herself once Nathaniel turned to her with that smile, shuddering. She anxiously began to loop her handkerchief around her hand, once, twice, thrice, until she had rolled it up into a neat little ball, squeezing it within her palm. Her brows had furrowed into a frown of worry, the lines of unease carved upon her features which had no intention of waning just yet. \n\nAs soon as Anna requested she accompany her, Pippin was swiftly at her side, almost running to keep up with the woman. She gasped for air, forcefully expunged of breath, her lungs burned with a fiery intensity. She didn't know if it were from fear or keeping up with Anna's determined strides, or both. As her lady placed her hand upon the stones to compose herself, Pippin disregarded all formality and placed a comforting hand upon her shoulder. She said nothing just yet, listening intently to her orders, and then offered a firm nod. \n\n\"Of course, my lady. Now, pardon my forwardness and unprofessionalism, but trust me when I say both you and the Lady Sibyl will be just fine. Your sister and the lady of the manor is a very, very smart woman. She's going to find a way out of this situation for herself and everybody else in the castle. You need to focus on yourself now, self-preservation is sometimes, the most important thing. I'll be swift, and I'll see you in the dungeons.\"\n\nWhispered Pippin, offering her words of encouragement and an affectionate squeeze to the woman's shoulder as she lifted the front of her skirts to run down the hallway. She made her way into both of their respective chambers and began to scramble for their essential belongings. Pippin made a conscious effort to avoid any extravagant belongings of Anna's, and instead packed simple blouses and trousers. Pippin rationalized it as 'she would be harder to recognise dressed as a commoner'. Surely not everybody in the Iron Plaines had ever seen the woman's face, and even if they had, such an instance was easily rectifiable by a cloak and hood. \n\nAfter having made all of the necessary preparations, Pippin skulked her way down into the dungeon with two satchels of clothing, and one of food, a cloak draped over her shoulder. \n\n\"Here, my lady! Put on this cloak, try and hide your gown if you can. Do you know the route we'll be taking out of the Iron Plaines? Where is this council we'll be heading to?\""
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"author": "urboi_timmy",
"message": "**Kinley Muriel Woodford, Barrmount castle halls**\n\n\"Aye sir.\" \n\nKinley responded with no hesitation, ready and willing to follow orders as always. Donned in the heavy armour of the Guard, he was always looking for an excuse to shed the metal shell in favour of his lighter, more agile leather armour. As he traversed the halls, it was apparent that the Lord Nathaniel's visit to the wake had not gone unnoticed. The talk in the halls were hushed, everyone whispering about what he was doing there, as well as the Lady Sibyl's reaction. \n\nBut he had no time for such rumours. The young guardsman had been given a task, and he was going to complete it. Moving at a brisk pace, Kinley arrived to his room and barred the door behind him. With expert hands, the pieces of his armour fell to the floor, and at the same time, replacing the metal cane soft, flexible leather. Off went the cold, unforgiving steel. He did keep a layer of chain mail over his arms, torso and legs, but that was it. Then came the weapons. A dirk in his boot, his father's old sword on his hip, and two longswords across his back. Around his neck was a small chain, with a pendant showing the Woodford crest. He was ready.\n\nDonning a large, inconspicuous cloak, he moved out from his room and kept his head low. Kinley's eyes met no others, and he took the quickest way to the dungeon he knew. Luckily most of the other guards were preoccupied with other things, so he managed to sneak in without raising alarm. \n\nKinley caught sight of the three horses, and was curious what was truly going on. Throwing back his hood, he laid eyes on the two women who awaited him. One, a servant girl that he'd seen many times, but never spoken to, and... The Lady Anna?!? He swiftly went down to one knee, a trained response for when in one of his liege lords' company.\n\n\"Lady Anna. The head of the guard had me come here. What would you have of me?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nDungeons of Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nAnna rose her gaze when she heard the approaching steps, swiftly drying with her hands the tears that stained her cheeks.\n\n\"Oh Pippin, it's you\" She let out with a sigh of relief \"Thank you dear...\" The Lady took the cloak that was being offered to her and quickly put it on, adjusting it to hide her white gown the best she could\n\n\"Taemar, we'll have to stay there for a bit...\" Her eyes were fixed on the floor, nervously shifting from one stone to another \"I'm not sure about the route, we will see when the guard I requested arrives\" She explained \"P-put... Put everything on the horses. We must leave shortly\"\n\nThe young Barrmount fidgeted with the brim of the cloak, looking towards the entrance to the dungeon, as someone else approached.\n\nA man approached them, attired in leather and chain mails. He beared arms and looked familiar.\n\n Anna greeted him with a slight bow of her head. The perplexed look on his face indicated her that Yulius had indeed been discreet with the matter.\n\n\"Please rise sir, thanks for attending my call. We must part to Taemar right now, but we can't take the usual routes out of the lands... Can you please guide us so we can avoid the Vivayn and Skargelly men?\" Her voice felt heavy in the ear, blackened by the fear that was brimming inside her."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "Pippin Penby.\nThe Barrmount Castle, The Iron Plaines.\n\nPippin aided Anna in slipping the cloak over her gown, tending to her like a proper servant girl would be expected to. She fastened the cloak, smoothing it down and tugging it around her until she was comfortable. As Kinley made his way into the dungeons she offered him a quick glance, before setting off to tending to the horses, steadying her panicked breathing by inhaling deeply, focusing on the task at hand. She lifted their satchels of clothing and belongings, tethering it to each individual horse, tacking them up with stirrups and gear. \n\n\"Have you been able to see if they're occupying the outside gates? He could have left some of his men outside of the castle just in case. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he did.\" She commented from where she was busy getting ready for their swift escape."
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"author": "urboi_timmy",
"message": "**Kinley Muriel Woodford, Barrmount Castle, the iron plaines**\n\n\"Of course, my lady. As you command. My name is Kinly Muriel, and I carry the Woodford name, while I am not of them by blood.\"\n\nKinley was born and raised in the wilds of the North, and had found a great many small paths that most wouldn't notice at first glance. It would be difficult, but not impossible. Moving to his horse, he inspected the gear on it, adjusting the footholds and such. The fear in Lady Anna's voice was clear, and left a sense of unease in the ear. While he didn't know why they were leaving, he was still going to get them there. \n\n\"We won't be going by the outside gates. We'll be taking a small pass towards the east. Hidden, out of sight.\" \n\nHe made sure everyone was ready to go, then waited for the women to mount their horses before mounting his.\n\n\"This will be a long ride, so be prepared. Shall we be off, my Lady?\""
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nDungeons of Castle Barrmount\n\nAnna took a deep breath as she looked outside, then back into the dungeons. Was she really about to flee?\n\nPippin was already on one of the horses. The ever helpful and kind Pippin, Anna told her to prepare to flee and she didn't even question it. Would the family she once mentioned have been slaughtered too? How many people had survived the plague? And the massive murder by Nathaniel's hands?\n\nA shudder ran over her body and brought her back to reality. There was no time for doubt, Sibyl told her to run and so would she do.\n\nThe Lady mounted her trustworthy horse and nodded to her scort.\n\n\"After you, mister Woodford. Pippin stay close\"\n\nShe indicated her horse to follow the one Kinley was mounting. As they run off on the fastest mares the Barrmounts owned, Anna took a last look behind, praying to whoever that would listen to her for her sister's and people's safety"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Scarlett Prynne\nBoarder of Taemar\n\nShe stiffened for a moment when he approached her, but he seemed so sincere... Some part of her was screaming at her not to trust him, but it was quickly being overruled by her heart. \n\nHer green eyes gazed luminously back at him, searching his face for some hint that he was lying, and finding none, she relaxed a little. Her mind, however, was whirling, both from the news that he was Cerei's father and from his apparent change of heart towards her. She could only hope that he was genuine in everything he said, both in wanting to give Cerei a better life and be a good father, and in him wanting to treat her better. \n\nAfter a long pause, she nodded and replied quietly, \"Thank you for that. It... Well, it helps some. And I look forward to the surprise as well.\"\n\nShe glanced at Cerei, a gentle smile warming her face. \"She's a really special girl,\" She murmured, her gaze soft and full of affection. \"I don't know of anyone who could go through so much and still be so kind and giving.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Treasury Councilor Klaus Paberly\nHouse Royte**\n\nThe door of the house as pale as death opened with an unsettling creak. Built up against the door was a small layer of snow that caved into the entryway as it spun inward. A woman in servant rags stared at him with her face half-covered by the wooden slab without uttering a word. \"May I come in?\" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrows.\n\n\"Yes,\" She said, as though she had been pulled from a trance. From the blank expression coming from her dead eyes, Klaus figured it wasn't just because of his dashing looks.\n\nThe treasury councilor was led to an empty parlor. It was dimly lit and chilly, but a pleasant aroma filled he air and made its way to Klaus's nose. \"Is Lady Royte here?\"\n\n\"She will be down momentarily. You are welcome to take a seat. Would you like some tea?\" The servant offered.\n\n\"That sounds lovely,\" Klaus said, taking a seat in a cold chair. The woman placed a dish and cup on a small stand next to him and began to pour from the pot. Her hand shook as she did so, making the spout jingle against the rim of the porcelain cup. It didn't appear to be because of old age. He looked to her face uncomfortably. \"Chilly today?\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric Corvyn, War Councillor of the Iron Plaines**\n***Castle Corvyn, Crow's End***\n\n*Maric had barely been able to sleep at night, with news of the Plague. When he woke up, he immediately jumped out of bed and went to his study, and started writing a decree to deal with this. Some 5 hours later, the sun high in the sky, he finally finished it, and gave it to one of his Knights. This is the Decree.*\n[Note: People at this time believed in bad or noxious airs, and that the airs could contaminate you wherever you touch the body. This decree is taking this into consideration]\n\n**Decree on the Red Plague**\n\n1. All men, women and children are to cover the entirety of their bodies except for their eyes at all points. If possible, a Plague Mask is to be used. This is to be valid independently if they are inside or outside their houses.\n2. If someone is sick, they are to be locked in a room where absolutely no one else is allowed in, and food is to be passed in under the door. If they die, they are to be taken outside of town and their bodies burnt.\n\n4. The Guard and the Knights are to patrol, completely covered from head to toe and with glass circles for the eyes, are to patrol the roads to make sure that no one is breaking this edict.\n5. All Roads are to be clean, and all foul-smelling residues are to be transported far out of town and dropped in piles in order to decrease the noxious smells in the Villages.\n6. While Lord Maric and Steward Edward are out of town, the Commander of the Guard is to be regent of the Fief.\n\n*With this ready and published, he would don his Armour, meet up with his Brother and organize a small retinue of 5 Knights. One of them would get the House Banner, and they would set out, heading to Taemar.*"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Cerei Davren\nBorder of Taemar\n\nCerei blinked her eyes and heard Scarlett and Lucius talking, and she didn't want to bother them so she closed her eyes and fell back asleep. \n\n\"She's far better than I ever was. My brother raised her the best he could and that's all I could have ever asked for her.\" Lucius said, a small tear forming. He wiped it and sat up, and turned to stare at Scarlett. \n\n\"I can see why people take interest in you. It's just something about you that's making me believe Cerei can have a future without being mistreated because of her affliction. Will you help her in the ways a mother would, teach her how to hold herself in public? I'm afraid I cannot. I may be her father but I could never replace her mother.\" He said softly."
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"author": "xyz.wav",
"message": "Lady Catherine Royte\nHouse Royte\n\nA new scent permeated through the thicket of perfumes Catherine had so frequently seeped into the halls. It was distinguishable, though there was no clear *Distinction* In it. A change in the immortalized home had occurred. The coffin unsealed. A curious sensation of anxiety absorbed her, penetrating the practiced poise she would exhibit to the staff. It was a ridiculous display, all conceived from boredom. \n\nLady Royte sailed to the landing, an ear to the icy barrier that separated her from sight. A short analysis was required before stepping into the flames of conversation. She was unrehearsed when it came to speaking with someone of considered value. He was as mentioned, studying the presence as he glided towards the parlor. Lavish designs upon the second son suggested a romanticism for luxury. It was a shared interest, one that would be annotated for future topics.\n\nDuring the examination, an emergency escalated beneath- the maid looked absolutely depressing. A spot had coerced itself to the back of her apron, leaving the homeowner irate. Only a year ago Catherine had updated those very same dressings, now dulled with overuse. Nothing however, would remedy the expression that Old Fat Fingers carried. She was *Shy*.\n\nThe ugly and foolish were plagued with luck. They would not suffer to see the indiscretions of their state.\n\nA chilled breath escaped as she pushed onto the first faltering steps. She found a great distaste in the cold that regularly ate at her, it immersed itself even in the grand paintings that cluttered the walls. They were embalmed, ancestors equally unable to escape the infernal condition. \n\n-\n\n-\n\n\nThe Councilor appeared as aristocratic as his robes suggested. He was an extraordinary individual of personal beauty, a novelty. A careful trepidation between art and vulgarity gripped Klaus Paberly. Very often members of the court preferred the latter affliction, deceived to connect wealth with garishness. The Councilor would be of great service, a man of similar complexity who could deliver Catherine from self-destruction.\n\nBefore she presented herself, she closed her lids. The anxiety forcefully swallowed to only a nervous convulsion of her heart, ready to free itself at any given moment. This was manageable, a habitual unease caused by the addition of strange persons. She sought to imprison the display before her somehow, to add toward the museum of her home. \n\nThere was a guest!\n\n\"Good afternoon Councilor Paberly, I am eased that you have safely found yourself upon us,\" Catherine softly announced, turning his attention finally to the sender of the peculiar letter. If she could adjust only a moment of this remarkable scene, a confirmation beforehand would have been preferable."
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"author": "urboi_timmy",
"message": "**Kinley Muriel Woodford, the hidden roads, The Iron Plaines**\n\nIt had been hours on the road. After moving painfully slowly to avoid any and all confrontation, the trio had managed to make it to the paths not trodden by many. The sun was beginning to set, and darkness was swallowing the land. Slowly coming to a stop, he motioned to the women to stop beside him.\n\n\"We should stop here for the night. The horses need to eat and rest, as do we.\" \n\nKinley dismounted, and began to prepare a campsite. Moving sticks and leaves to make a resting place, and dug a hole for a fireplace. As he worked, his thoughts wandered. He didnt know why they were going to Taemar. Maybe it was to get a cure for the plague...? No, that's too optimistic. But what could it be? He took a small, breath, and then spoke.\n\n\"Lady Anna, what is the purpose of this venture? And why the secrecy?\""
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "\"Surely you aren't so blind as to not notice the Vivayn army storming into the wake of the late Lord Rodrick. \" Pippin retorted in some surprise as she dismounted her horse, looking to him with a baffled expression as she moved to help Anna dismount her own horse, steadying her as she hopped down from the saddle. \n\n\"It's purely a matter of self-preservation, I thought that much was quite obvious. What was your name again?\" She inquired. Her tone may have come off as passive if you were truly looking for an insult, busying herself with righting her simple maids dress. She looked over what he was preparing for their campsite for the night, turning to offer Anna an unsure glance, almost as if to silently say 'are we really doing this?'"
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nHidden roads, The Iron Plaines\n\nAnna had spent the whole ride with her mind far away from her body. Too many events were taking place at the same time for her to adapt.\n\nThe lady came back to her senses when Kinley slowed down and told them it was time to have a break. She barely felt her face at that point, but didn't notice untill that very moment.\n\nHe face was stained read from the cold, some tears came out of her eyes because of the freezing air while they rode, and she felt her nose running. She sniffed while she stopped her horse and dried the tears with the back of her hands.\n\nAnna accepted Pippin's help to get down, her legs nearly numb. The mourning clothes were meant for inside events, not for being in the middle of the snowy forests.\n\n\"Thank you\" She said to Pippin as she got down.\n\n The Lady patted her horse's side and then caressed her forehead and cheek, her hands sore from the cold. \"Good girl... Sorry for such a rush Bonbon, I'll give you your favorite candy when this is over\" She said softly to the tired mare before turning to Kinley and Pippin. \n\n\"Thank you Pippin, but no, it's not that exactly\" Anna explained as she rubbed her hands together, walking towards them \"Now that we are at a safe distance from the Vivayn men, I can inform you about our destinat... T...\" A high pitched sneeze scaped her \"Destination...\" She sniffed once again \"There's a Council taking place in Taemar, everyone has been summoned. I hope to find supporters there when I inform about Lord Nathaniel's presence in our lands\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\nMaric and his small retinue were on their way to the Council in Taemar, and had finished their first of 10 days of journey. They had galloped through steppes, rolling hills and deep valleys, stopping every 30 minutes or so and changing horses every 20 miles, and were completely and totally exhausted from this. Thankfully, Maric and his Knights had decades of experience on the saddle, and were able to function normally, even after such a hard Trip. But, oh well, he has arrived at the last Inn he'll be seeing for the day, and they decided to sleep here instead of finding themselves to have to sleep in the open wilderness. Therefore, they would leave their horses in the Barn, and would sign in at the Inn, booking the last 5 available rooms. They would leave their baggage upstairs, and would then go to the Tavern. Maric, feeling generous, would order a drink for the House on him. He would look around the Tavern, and his eyes would fall on a Noble wearing some heavy plate armour, the Crest of a House he doesn't know. His Brother, Edward, would then say that it was the Crest of House Logarios, Mercenaries so good that they were ennobled for their work. Killed many rulers, at least that's what the Books tell him. Intrigued, Maric would approach the man who seemed to be their leader, and would say;\n\"So, are the Logarios looking for a job?\""
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"author": "miles6971",
"message": "**Nathan Grimehollow**\n**The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands**\n\nNathan arrived at the tavern on horse, although it was in the tavern's stable at the moment. He had just finished a talk with a nearby lord, and was on his was back to his fort. He went alone, because he felt he did not need to bring any of his company for such a small task. He traveled for many days, but he ended up needing a place to stay for the night. Nathan came across the tavern, and booked a single room for himself. He stored his weapons in said room, and took his heavy coat off, although he was still wearing his mask, for he never took it off. He then went down to the bar, and ordered himself some Ale. He sat there and drank, lost in his own thoughts, until a random man approached him. \n\nAfter the man asked his question, Nathan replied, \"Possibly, depends on the job.\"\n\nIn truth, Nathan would almost never decline a job offer, since he and his men were quite capable. He almost had a person for every kind of task."
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\n\"God how am I lucky to meet you. Just to keep the story short, my Lady's Castle, Castle Barrmount, has just been ambushed by rebel forces led by Lord Nathaniel, and, seeing as they were in the middle of a funeral for Lord Rodrick, which died of the Plague, they were caught completely unprepared for this assault. You might have guessed it, the job I'm giving you is to assassinate this Lord Nathaniel and force his army to rout. If you could make it catch the Plague, that'd be wonderful. The Treasury of House Barrmount is full, so there's more than enough gold to make this happen. Now, do you accept this?\"\n\nMaric's Brother Edward would sit down at a table close by, with his quill, ink and paper, ready to write a contract. Maric simply waited for the response from the Assassin Lord."
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"author": "miles6971",
"message": "**Nathaniel Grimehollow**\n**The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands**\n\n\"Well then, that is quite the interesting job offer indeed. But If I may ask a few questions before I accept. First, how large are the rebel forces, and second, how soon does this job need to be completed? It will take me another few days to get back to my fort, and then some to round up some men for the job.\" \n\nNathan would stand up at his point, and he would finish his drink, and would pay the bartender.\n\n\"I will accept anyways, although I would like to know the information requested.\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\"The size of the rebel forces are 25,000 men, and as soon as possible, but there's a long siege on the horizon. Barrmount has one mighty Keep. So, think you can do it?\""
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"author": "miles6971",
"message": "**Nathaniel Grimehollow**\n**The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands**\n\nNathan would seem to ponder the information for a moment\n\n\"Yes, me and my men can, although it will most likely take a week and a half to prepare, and execute the job. Now, if we can sign that contract, I shall be on my way to my room, and then dawn tomorrow I shall travel to my fort.\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\nEdward got up from his desk, and presented a contract, which stated that the Logarios Would assassinate Lord Nathaniel and cause his army to catch the plague, and would be paid 100 pounds of silver when the deed is done. Edward had already signed, and it was presented to Lord Nathan."
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"author": "miles6971",
"message": "**Nathaniel Grimehollow**\n**The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands**\n\nNathan would read the contract, to make sure there was not any unwanted things in it. After about a minute, he decided that it was fine.\n\n\"This contract looks perfect!\"\n\nNathan would grab a quill, and would sign the contract \n\n\"Well then, I need to rest for tomorrow, but before I go and do that, where shall I meet you when the deed is completed?\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\nEdward would put the contract in a locked chest, and Maric said\n\n\"I'll be close by\""
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"author": "miles6971",
"message": "**Nathaniel Grimehollow**\n**The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands**\n\n\"Well then, goodnight sir.\" \n\nNathan would turn around to head up the stairs. He would turn to his room, and would pretty much just stay in there for multiple hours before falling asleep. He slept for about 5 hours, then he awoke, and took his horse. He then began his long trek to his fort, where he would round up some men for his new job."
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"author": "urboi_timmy",
"message": "\"Yes, of course, forgive me.\" \n\nKinley was felt slighted when Pippin said what she said, but he understood her point of view. Unfortunately he was a shitblood. He may be part of the guard, but he wasn't told much. He knew of the army, just not of their purpose. \n\nCrouching low before a bundle of sticks and dead leaves, he struck his flint and steel together. Nothing. He muttered a curse in oldtongue, and finally managed to spark a flame. With a small fire now burning away, they could warm up a bit. \n\n\"Now that we're finally alone. My name is Kinley Muriel Woodford. A member of the guard of Barrmount house and of the shitblood caste. I am to protect the both of you on your journey to Taemar, no matter the cost to myself.\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\nMaric would go upstairs as well, and sleep for the night. He would then set out back to his keep, to see how it was doing."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Pippin Penby.**\n**The Witherlands, The Iron Plaines.**\n\nPippin wrinkled her nose and took a moment to get a bearing in regards to their surroundings. Not once did she divert from Anna's side, protectively placing a hand to the small of her back as she swivelled her head around to inspect where they would be staying the night.\n\n\"I'm not quite sure if camping in the woods, is, ah.. Well. I'm not sure if it's currently the smartest thing to do. I know for a fact there are smaller villages and inns dotted around the Iron Plaines. I'm sure that there is a way to travel discreetly while still maintaining comfort. We have no camping gear, no nothing, you're going to cause the Lady Anna to freeze to death. We don't want her, or *Any* Of us falling ill.\"\n\nShe stated, crossing her arms around herself. Pippin had no coat currently on her person, due to the hurry in which she had collected her belongings and fled the castle."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nHidden roads, the Iron Plaines\n\nAnna looked at Kinley, bewildered by the nasty word he had just said in oldtongue.\n\nShe walked to the fire with Pippin at her side. The reassuring touches of the maid and her attitude comforted the young Barrmount. She was really grateful of having brought the maid along, even though Pippin sometimes had a sharp tongue.\n\n\"As long as we don't disturb the animals, they won't disturb us\" Anna said as she delicately lowered down untill she was sitting on her own legs, next to the fire, the cloths stopping the snow from touching her skin.\n\nThe flames soothed her frozen hands.\n\n\"Lord Nathaniel told my sister he had come through the towns and villages...\" Remembering his words made her stomach turn \"H-he...\" She couldn't even say it \"We can't go there, I don't know if he left any of his men there...\"\n\nAnna turned to look at Pippin, with the best smile she could manage. It was bittersweet, specially with her eyes still red from her tears.\n\n\"Come warm up, we'll be fine dear...\" She fixated her eyes back on the flames, the fiery red tongues reflecting on the icy blue iris of hers \"*We'll be fine...*\" This time she muttered to herself."
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Agricultural Councilor Wilhelmina Ulsted**\n**Castle Barrmount's Great Hall, the Iron Plaines**\n\nAgricultural Councilor Wilhelmina had been in attendance for Lord Rodrick's funeral, opting to come despite the manner of his death. It had seemed the right thing to do. The occasion, already a somber one, soon turned bone chilling as the great hall's doors opened, and the dreaded skeleton lord stepped in and addressed them. \n\n\"Oh that's not good. Not good at all\" She whispered to herself. Every detail from the man emanated malevolence and demanded respect. That much was evident from his unceremonious entrance. Worse, his reputation preceded him. Her blood ran cold at his admission of slaughtering innocents, he said it so casually, so without empathy of any kind. \nWhat had he hoped to gain? How many more would he kill to achieve it? Doom seemed to linger throughout the hall, radiating from the man.\n\nShe was someone whose speech-craft assisted her in getting to her position, and yet all at once her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and the often affable woman felt nothing but fear and disdain for the intruder. One false slip and surely she would have been killed in an instant. She could do naught but watch in horror as he so brazenly made his way through the hall, and whispered something into Sibyl's ear. Wilhelmina had to get away, she had to inform the council of Nathaniel's presence. The question was how? Surely he had the castle under siege, perhaps they would even kill anyone who tried to leave. Innocents were being slaughtered, people with lives and families, extinguished by an army of malice. She couldn't let that stand, and yet she felt so powerless in his presence, as if she were still a simple merchant girl back in her hometown. Unlike Anna, Wilhelmina was unfamiliar with the castle, the only entrance and exit she knew of was most assuredly guarded. And she had an inkling that her title would not matter. Not to the likes of Nathaniel and his army.\n\nWhat could she do? She could not fight to save her life, and she figured that they were not there to take bargains. Nathaniel held all the cards. The council was to meet soon, she had just came to the funeral to pay her respects, as it was important to be there for others in their time of loss. But then she was trapped, for how long she could not know. Would she even leave this castle alive, or was it to be a tomb? \n\n\"Damn it all...\" The already chilly hall seemed as if it were frozen over, and her with it. She had to will herself to move, as if it were an impossible task to take a single step. Her heart seemed to want to burst out of her chest, she felt fearful that at any moment, her outwardly calm demeanor would be shattered by its very beating. The Reaper could have taken her then and there and yet she would have still found him a better companion than the funeral crasher."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Treasury Councilor Klaus Paberly\nHouse Royte, The Iron Plaines**\n\nRather than laugh at his joke about cold temperatures, the servant began to stare at him again. Klaus lightly bit his lips together and averted his gaze. He attempted to distract himself by studying the patterns of a nearby floor rug.\n\nKlaus was startled by Catherine's entrance, soft as her voice was as it broke the deafening quiet. He stood from the chair he had relaxed in to greet his host. \"Good afternoon to you as well, Lady Royte. Your staff was just keeping in delightful company.\" He glanced at the servant woman, who had begun to busy herself with the tea set. \"I'm glad I made it safely as well, especially for that last leg of the journey. Had we experienced any trouble, I fear that we might not have encountered anyone else on the road for days. You don't have many neighbors out here. Your estate seems like one of peaceful solitude.\""
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***The Iron Plaines, The Witherlands***\n\nMaric had finally woken up after a long night, sleeping some 9 hours. His muscles still ached from the riding of the day before, a recurring, sharp pain, mostly in the lower thighs. He got out of bed, being careful not to fall down, and slowly put on his clothes, a simple leather Vest over a linen shirt, a pair of Leather Trousers, and a pair of Leather Boots. He then swung his back over his shoulder, and proceeded downstairs, doing his best to appear normal. When he got downstairs, he found his Retinue and Brother already up, each drinking Ale, and there was a seat, and tankard, reserved for him. Maric dragged himself accross the floor and fell into his seat, and ate his breakfast and drank his ale. \n\nAround an hour later, they would have all finished their meals, and would have headed towards the stables. They got some new horses, and went down through exactly the same route as where they came from, with some grumblings from the Knights who were escorting them. They left that Inn, once more galloping through plains, rolling hills and deep valleys, stopping every 30 minutes or so, and changing horses every 40 kilometers. Even though he had just done it yesterday, it seemed that he hadn't done this, galloping through the wilderness, since he first became a Knight, and he felt incredible while doing it, though he was sure he was going to deeply regret this when he awoke tommorrow. He finally arrived at Crow's Eye when it was close to sunset, and decided that he would leave for Castle Barrmount, or it's surroundings at least, in 7 days. But, to be sure, he sent a carrier pigeon to Fort Ravenholm, requesting the information on when they would be done with the deed.\n\nThankfully, when he arrived at Crow's Eye, the disease hadn't yet arrived, with the population not being large fans of grain and having their own Orchards, producing Apples and Oranges, along some other kinds of fruits. Also, they were following his orders to the letter, and he thanked them for that. He would lock himself in a room for some three days, alongside all the members of his escort, in order to make sure that he wasn't sick. But, before all that, he had a meal served to him at the Banquet Hall with his Brother and their Escort, with the servers and guards following proper procedure, and they all then entered their rooms, only to leave them three days later.\n\n**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***Crow's Eye, The Iron Plaines***\n\nMaric had awoken into his first day of Quarantine. He would stay for this day and the following two in complete isolation, something that he was *Not* Looking up to. So, when he woke up, he rang a bell close to the door, which announced to the guards outside that he was awake, and it was time for breakfast. He then got dressed, even though he did not need to, and, begrudgingly sat down at a desk that was relatively close to his bed, got a piece of paper, a quill and a glass container with ink, and was only able to write a few sentences before he got bored and dropped himself on his bed. Some minutes later, his breakfast, consisting of a large plate with Eggs, Cheese and some Smoked Pork, and a mug of ale, was slid through a slit in the door, and he carried them to his table, putting the writing materials away and ate. After this, refreshed and with a full stomach, he went towards the small training room, consisting of a few swords, sets of armour and other weapons and a wooden mannequin, grabbed a Broadsword and started to train. This wouldn't do anything to his skills, but he needed to stay active and to keep his body occupied, and he knew no other way to do it, without being able to leave the castle to go riding. \n\nThen, a few hours later, Dinner Came, an even larger plate with different kinds of meats, vegetables and fruits, and he ate it before napping for about 2 or 3 hours, and then continued training until around 6, when his Supper arrived. As normal, his supper was much smaller than his dinner, and it was composed of fruits and vegetables, as it always was, with a constant supply of alcohol, of course. He then fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillows. Whether he liked it or not, this would be his life for the next two days."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff** \n*The Thick Yeti, Grand Stead, Witherlands* \n\nHer attention was recalled by the words from Lucian, her mind washing the memories far from her mind for now. \"Abnormalities? The heck ya talking 'bout? Sure, ya got hair and eyes half of the entire place would kill for, 'specially many of the noble women, but I don't think it calls for banishment.\" Her brown eyes narrowed in concentration, trying to decipher the possible faults that caused the two boys to be abandoned by their entire tribe. \"Seriously, can't find strange stuff. Probably threw ya out cause ya were making the girls feel bad 'bout their own looks.\" \n\n\"And ta that, I say ta hell!\" Her fist hit the tabletop, causing a loud *Thump* That made some of the other customers look over. \"Whoops, sorry. Get wild sometimes.\" Throwing a grin around, their sudden attention is eased away due to apparently better things. Her ears perked at the question and she whipped her head back to face the other man, eyes gleamed with curiosity. \"Course! Even if it is shitty, I like ta learn new stuff. Makes life a little more interesting ta live, ya know.\""
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"author": "xyz.wav",
"message": "Lady Catherine Royte\nHouse Royte\n\n\"I agree,\" She smiled, elevating her eyebrows to appear sincere. Any more expression would have breached that very same line of vulgarity she carefully stood so decidedly away from. The warping of one's face to become all nose or mouth to display thought was barbaric in its candor. Those of learned professions suffered the very same distress, how ugly they had become through years of intellectual curiosities. The furrowing of eyebrows so deep in concentration, she couldn't imagine. Of course, Catherine regularly read. She was not opposed to the pursuits of distinction, but it was unheard of that she would ponder her thoughts so openly. \n\n \"We are at the most peaceful corner of the earth,\" She proceeded in the same tone one would to students. There were no indecisions. Her home was unexaggerated in its silence, it stretched endlessly, away from the proper civilization of communication. If she were to explain it as a decided isolation, House Royte could appear almost so marvelous in its mystery. \n\n\"I am pleased that you have also found solace in my staff. I trust in their aptitude for service.\"\n\nAt this, the maid whose apron again had nestled itself in more splotches of tea, turned. It was a rare circumstance that the grace of appreciation would leave the owner of the house. Another momentous occasion, more extraordinary than the scene before them. In that instance, the attendant stilled, sitting in her compliment, revealing to be as necessary as an unused table.\n\n\"Due to such aptitude, they've prepared a room should you find yourself in need. In the meanwhile, Margaret would be happy to get something more filling. Sweet or savory?\" Catherine asked, eager to force action upon the undisturbed third party.\n\nFrom the corner of the ornate room, the final beads of sunlight pooled across the parlor. Velvet curtains sat widely away from the large bay window, allowing the use of a candle or oil lamp to halter. The rays were so tremendous and heavy with the burden of casting a final light, they threatened even the snow riddled beneath. The thought of something to eat had been so far away from memory until that moment. Had it been today? *Surely* The day before. This of course was no fault of the personnel, she could attest, after so frequently the case of fascinating meals bloomed in rot. Catherine would analyze them to the atom, carefully inspecting for overindulgence. \n\nShould the case of expiration come early, Lady Royte would leave a reputable corpse without an excess of fat."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Treasury Councilor Klaus Paberly\nHouse Royte**\n\nKlaus nodded at the mention of the staff service while continuing to stand. He did not want to be rude to his host.\n\n\"Savory sounds like a nice way to warm up after a carriage ride,\" He mentioned first in case that was all the servant needed to hear before getting to work. \"Thank you for the offer of a room. The wind seemed like it was picking up outside. It could be dangerous to head back should the sky decide to snow.\" He stepped away from his chair and made a few slow, innocuous strides around the furniture before looking back to Lady Royte. \"Though it was worth the journey to be in the presence of a Lady such as yourself in this house that you have so cozily made into a wonderful home.\""
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"author": "ninjagedon5136",
"message": "**Agricultural Councilor Wilhelmina Ulster**\n**Castle Barrmount, The Iron Plaines**\n\n\"Come on Wilhelmina. Think. Use your brain.\" She paced back and forth in front of the main doors to the palace. She had to get away and to Taemar. The council had to know of the skeleton lord's unprecedented occupation of Castle Barrmount. If she could only just get to Dale, her horse hitched at the stables, she figured he'd be fast enough to get away during the dark of night. She barely cracked the door and peered out. Immediately a shiver went down her spine as she surveyed the courtyard. She shut the door and leaned against it, palming her face with her hand. \n\n\"That's going to make things tough\" She whispered to herself. Nathaniel's men were everywhere, and they were clearly alert for any sign of escapees. She felt her nerves getting the better of her, she had to force them down. Panic would have been the doom of her in such a predicament. Her calm was her lifeline. She had to have hope. Though, perhaps hope died the second Nathaniel entered the main hall. \n\nReasoning with them was not in the question, as reason only worked on those who were not genocidal and those who were not sick enough to kill for pleasure. Perhaps she could lie and claim that she was a mere maid, going to care for the horses in the stable. No, her funeral attire was far too ornate for a maid, they would have never believed that. \n\nHer brain raced trying to conjure up a plan. Whatever she needed to do, Wilhelmina had to do it swiftly. The longer she loitered around the entrance, all the more likely she would be caught. Either by the guards, or worst of all, Nathaniel himself. \n\n\"It's now or never. I have to try. I cannot allow for any more innocents to die at the hands of these monsters\" Resolved, she opened the door to the castle, the bitter wind of the night on the Iron Plaines cut deep into her. Strangely, it still felt warmer than being in the same room as the skeleton lord.\n\nShe began to walk towards the stables, resolved to get to Dale and flee into the night. Her footsteps crunched in the fresh snow on the ground, echoing around the mostly quiet courtyard. \n\n\"Hey! You there! Woman! Stop right there!\" \n\n\"Damn.\" Well, she certainly did not get far, now did she? Two of Nathaniel's soldiers blocked her path to the stables, their hands on the hilts of the swords in their sheathes. The two men towered over her, their armor glistening in the moonlight, they seemed almost as imposing as Nathaniel. Almost. \n\nIt was time for Wilhelmina to put her honed speech-craft to the test. Before then, she had only needed it to gain favor to get to her position. Then, she was going to have to bargain for her life. She donned the most cordial smile she could manage, clasping her hands behind her back so that the soldiers could not see that they were shaking profusely. \"A fine evening, is it not?\" She looked up at the night sky as she said this. \"Is there something I can do for you good men?\" \n\n\"You can start with where you are going.\" The guard on the left grabbed a hold of her wrist and tried to pull her closer to him. \"There's plenty of boys at the camp who would *Love* To meet a face as pretty as yours\" The fear inside her immediately turned to disgust as she wrenched her hand from his grasp. She expected nothing more from the men of someone as irredeemably vile as Nathaniel Vivayn. \n\n\"I will do no such thing, *Knightsblood.* Do you know who I am? I am Agricultural Councilor Wilhelmina Ulster, and I will not be passed around like some common whore by the likes of *You*.\" She had put on her finest impression of a stuck up Lordsblood. Perhaps what she needed to appear to have was agency, she could not take it back, all of her chips had been placed on that one act.\n\n\"Ah, look at what we have here, Johnathin. A *Councilor*\" The man on the left sneered. The man supposedly named Johnathin chuckled as well. \"Are you here to mourn the death of that rat, Miss Councilor?\" If she could have, Wilhelmina would have stabbed these men already and been on her way. Never before had she encountered such scum. Yet still, she had to be wary. Those 'scum' could still have slit her throat in an instant. Save for her words, she was unarmed. \n\n\"You watch your tongue, have you no dignity?\" She pressed a finger to the man's chest, scowling as convincingly as she could. Should she have shown even the slightest hint of fear, the game would have been up, and most assuredly the white snow would be stained red with her blood. \"I will be making my way to the stables, getting on my horse, and leaving this blasted castle. It is cold, I am tired, and I refuse to be bullied by mere grunts. Do I make myself clear, or should I take this up with your lord, certainly he has much more sense than you do.\" Gods forbid she *Actually* Got taken to Nathaniel. That thought alone scared Wilhelmina to her very core. To be face to face with Nathaniel Vivayn was to be face to face with evil itself. She would much rather have had those men kill her where she stood rather than meeting in person with *Him*. \n\n\"No can do, Miss Councilor. Nobody in or out. Them's the rules, and we'll gut even you if you break them.\" The guard drew his sword slightly so that the blade could just barely glisten in the moonlight. They weren't kidding. They would have actually flayed her alive then and there.\n\n\"Oh to hell with this.\" She said, and elbowed the man as hard as she could in his exposed neck. He dropped to his knees and gasped for air. By that point she had already picked up the hem of her dress and sprinted as fast as she could towards the stable. \n\n\"Stop her! That bitch is trying to escape!\" The other guard drew his blade and started running after her. It was a race against time, she could not stop, or else she would have been knocking on death's door much earlier than she had planned. She didn't bother to saddle Dale, instead just unhitching him and leaping onto him. \"Go Dale! Run! Gallop like you've never before or else this will be the end for us!\" She had dropped the arrogant bit immediately and the desperation had become apparent in her voice as the horse immediately leapt into action, galloping full sprint towards the palace gates. The other guard had caught up to her and he reached for her, attempting to drag her off the horse. She provided a swift kick to his temple and he stumbled to the ground. \"Bloody hell, that hurt.\" She groaned as she weaved Dale between hostile swords. Suddenly she heard a faint buzz, then another and another. The guards were firing arrows at her, each one narrowly missing her and her horse. Her adrenaline had kicked in and she could not afford to think about just how close she was to dying in that courtyard. The mere minutes it took to escape out of the courtyard and onto the country path seemed as if they dragged on into hours, her heart beating as if it were to run clear out of her chest. Wilhelmina decided then and there that she did not like action and vowed to avoid it at all costs from that point onward. She would have taken a good political debate over such daring acts any day of the week. \n\nStrangely enough, the men did not appear to pursue her down the road, surely they were not letting her go? Had she truly escaped Nathaniel's army? It would not be for many hours that Wilhelmina's fears subsided.\n\nIt was a long, cold, and hard ride for Wilhelmina that night. She did not stop for anything, paranoia gripping her completely as she made her way towards the country of Taemar. During the ride, the reality of what had occurred just a few hours prior sank completely upon her and she began to weep. Never before had she been so close to death, so close to her life being brutally quenched in an instant. And yet, she was gripped with resolve. There were people in the Iron Plaines who had been suffering under the hand of Nathaniel and his legion, and she could not bear to see them like that any longer. Something had to be done, and she knew she had the power to do so. She realized that there was still hope for Castle Barrmount and the people over which it ruled, and that hope resided in Taemar."
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"author": "nonaette",
"message": "**Luca Dinero** \n*The Thick Yeti, Grand Stead, Witherlands* \n\nMost of the men in his village were darker skinned, Short coarse hair and dark eyed. Not to mention their height, almost all of them were above 6' while Luca stood at only 5'10. His brother is in the same predicament sadly. As she spoke, he tilted his head. *'Blue eyes are desirable?'* This was new territory to him, very new territory. \"That does not make sense-.\" He got cut off by the sound of a fist connecting with the table, he jumped back slightly. \n\n\"You are excused.\" His voice sounded so formal all the time, almost as if he didn't have an off switch. His back was as straight as someone could sit up. He took another sip of his water and softly placed the cup back on the table once again placing his hands in his lap. \"Well, we called our island Farraige,\" He didn't know the translation from Silvertongue. That word sounded as if he was a drunk sailor attempting to speak to locals. \"We have a process that I was told to follow. *Plota*, they called it. The village elders look at the person that is being accused looks, personality, overall character and time or how old they are. In my village me and my brother fit the standard witch stereotype. The demons are said to alter a baby at birth to do their bidding, while doing this they give the baby their eyes.\" He explained pointing to his eyes. \n—\n\nHe didn't like the women of his village all too much, they were too pushy and too loud for his liking. \"I did not court the women that had shown interest in me, I am very how do you say. Stoic? That is why the sent off to sea. It was alarming that two males of their village could be witches. That is their reasoning I believe. But we survived. How they determine is if they survive the sea they are a Cailleach. We would be burned. If we died, a funeral service would be arranged for us. I do not know about others, but I would not like to be burned. So we ran away, left the island without a word. We were on a boat for many moons.\" He finished his story, taking another sip of his water."
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"author": "xyz.wav",
"message": "Lady Catherine Royte\nHouse Royte\n\n\"I would agree, as you're aware, the weather is temperamental so far north\", she said, an eye to the trembling form as it drifted with a hesitant swiftness. A foot so eager to stay and understand a reason for this strange arrival, while the other step grasped for the threshold, receiving the menu. Assuredly torn, the maid finally disappeared to the kitchens. \n\nIt was surprising that Klaus had made his way so efficiently. Rarely could the sounds of animals be heard, the dense marbling of snow becoming troublesome for even the most inhabited species. Though she had escaped the thickets every so often, it had been due to the ingrained intelligence of the land she owned. Catherine was to reign over the small spot of earth, and thus it was a natural knowledge, equal to the awareness that tomorrow it would snow. And again, the day after. \n\nAs the Councilor hopped from one end of the furniture to the other, she acknowledged his manners as he readied to meet her. \"I appreciate that you could make the time to do so,\" She answered, basking in the way his robes reacted against him, moving one way as he did the other. It was a show, the entire phenomena to her.\n\n \"You are, of course, a dear neighbor.\"\n\nPast the fascination, she sat down comfortably against the opulent teacup he'd abandoned, waving a hand to allow him to finish."
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Sir Emmanuel, Commandant of the Guard**\n***Crow's Eye, The Iron Plaines***\n\nSir Emmanuel, the Commandant of the Guard and Interim-Regent of the Fief of Crow's Eye in the absence of his Lord, Maric Corvyn, was in his office, surrounded by two cloaked guards, dealing with paperwork, when his Steward arrived. He was dressed in a white cloak, covering him from head to toe, as was policy established by Lord Maric before he left the Fief, and had come with the first report on the situation since the edict was established three days ago. \n\nSir Emmanuel opened the report, and started to read. There had been no cases as of then, policy was being followed to the Letter, the Guard and the Lord's Knights were doing a good job of patrolling the streets, and the beggars and unemployed that had been hired to clean the streets had done their job decently well. The Village had never been cleaner, and Pigeon Messages would start to come daily from the other population centers of the Fief, recording the compliance of the population with the edict, but it is expected that the population continues to follow this edict, if not for the respect they have for their Lord, then for the fear of getting the plague themselves. Without large stores of grain, and with the relatively scarce population of the Fief, it is expected that it is not hit hard by the plague, but quarantine will stay in order. \n\nSome new orders would be given by the Interim-Regent, including that all travellers entering the Fief, or any of it's villages, are to camp outside for 25 days to make sure that none of them have been contaminated, and are to cover themselves at all times. All reunions, family gatherings or anything like that would be banned, with the population only allowed out of their homes to work or do essential business. If they are found to be in violation of any of these rules, they are to be locked up in the Dunheons of the Keep, or Executed, depending on the severity of the infraction."
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"author": "urboi_timmy",
"message": "Kinley Muriel Woodford, Iron Plaines\n\nAs he saw the two women freezing, he sighed. He was used to being with the guardsmen, who lived the cold. He removed his large cloak, and held it to them. \n\n\"Here. I'll be okay with the fire.\" \n\nHe had no experience with soothing unhappy women. As much as he wished he could help the Lady Anna, it wasn't something he could just do. For all he knew, she thought he was beneath her. \n\n\"We'll be avoiding any and all inns and shops. If we need supplies, I'll go. No one knows my face, so I should be able to get in and out easily.\" \n\nThe young man stared at the small fire as he continued to strategize. It would be several days before they left the cold of the Witherlands. He'll go buy everyone some new cloaks later."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "Pippin Penby.\nThe Witherlands, The Iron Plaines.\n\n\"I still don't think it's a good idea.\" Insisted Pippin. She wasn't going to let him off that easily, especially when she believed to sense an inkling of incompetence. \n\nShe offered him a glance, a sour expression as she turned her back to him, taking the cloak from him as she turned, still focussing her attention on the Lady Anna. She spread it out across the two of them, and although it may have been improper, it was necessary for the moment. She attempted to stay as far from Anna as she could as to not impose on her personal space, but such a thing was quite difficult when sharing a cloak. \n\n\"I'm sorry -. I'll try to not, ah.. Surpass my station, my lady.\" She murmured in regards to how close they were, shuffling uncomfortable. Pippin didn't like to break the rules when it came to etiquette and courtly expectations. Such a thing had been drilled into her ever since she began to work at the Barrmount castle. \n\nStaring into the embers of the fire, she watched the crackling and flaking of wood as it began to rise into the air, pulling out once again, her small embroidered handkerchief. She ran her fingers along the stitching as she lost herself in thought, jaw clenching as her hard gaze locked on one particular spot. She was almost catatonic, ignoring everything around her. *Was mother safe?*, she had inquired in her mind, biting down on the corner of her lower lip. *Were her family safe?* She pleaded to know the answer. *Gods, please watch over my kin.* She prayed, clasping her hands together and raising her balled knuckles to rest against her forehead. \n\nShe continued to butt heads with Kinley whenever it came to decision making, up to the very moment that they left."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nWilderness, the Iron Plaines, the Witherlands.\n\n\"Thank you mister Woodford\" Anna said as Pippin wrapped the cloak around herself and Anna \"We have brought food and some clothes, right Pippin?\" Anna looked at the maid as she sat down.\n\nA light chuckle escaped the Lady after hearing Pippin's words. It was the first time se laughed since Rodrick fell ill. \n\n\"Don't be ridiculous! We are not at the castle, and your clothes are even less warm than mine. Come here, I don't want you to get frostbite\"\n\nHer pale arm wrapped the coat over Pippin so the maid was covered equally, as Anna got closer. As her father taught her, getting close to your companions was the best method to keep the warmth in the harsh temperatures of the forests.\n\n...\n\nAnna didn't remember the moment she had fallen asleep, but there she was waking up with her head on Pippin's shoulder.\n\nThe snow had a radiant glow from the rising sun, and the birds sang from one brach to another among the trees. For a brief moment, the young Barrmount smiled while filling her lungs with the fresh cold air, forgetting about what had brought her there."
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"author": "antoniodeoliveirasalazar0570",
"message": "**Lord Maric I Corvyn**\n***Crow's Eye, the Iron Plaines***\n\nMaric had awoken relatively early one day, this being his third day of non-isolationism. He ate his breakfast, put his clothes on and went to his study, where the date of the Council grew ever nearer. He then called on his Master of the Guard and his Brother, asking if he should go to the Council, and they both said yes, as it was his duty to represent not only himself, but also gain support for the Barrmounts. He then decided to leave.\n\nNot wanting to put his Kinsmen at risk, Lord Maric I Corvyn left without any of his Family, leaving his Brother, Edward Corvyn, as Lord-Regent for him. Maric left with 4 bodyguards and 2 Stewards involved in the Lumber Business travelling through the vast expanses of Witherland Wilderness and stopping to rest and change Horses every half an hour or so. Travelling at an Incredible Speed, and changing Horses frequently, they were able to travel incredibly far by the time night came, and they needed to Sleep. They signed in at the nearby Tavern, one right on the border with Taemar, and went to sleep immediatelly. They then awoke the next morning, got on fresh new Horses, and entered into Taemar."
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"author": "gwin0030",
"message": "`Gwen Alden\nSome Random Tavern in the Witherlands`\n\nFinally, Gwen let her face soften into a proper smile.\n\n\"My name is Gwen Alden,\" She said. \"There is a tall spruce tree behind the tavern. We could head out there and use that.\"\n\nMomentarily, she wondered what her boss would say if he found her hacking away at a tree instead of working. Well, as long as he didn't show up, there was nothing to lose, was there? Anyway, hacking away at a tree sounded much more fun than sweeping the floor for the hundreth time. \n\nCome to think of it, what exactly was Fabio offering to teach her? What did he mean by a *Blade-* A sword or a dagger? Maybe he would just teach her a few slick tricks with a penknife. She couldn't tell if Fabio carried any weapons other than his greatsword, but she probably couldn't swing that to save her life.\n\"Sir-I mean, *Fabio*,\" She stammered, \"What kind of blade could I learn to use?\"\n\nGwen glanced down at herself; her angular shoulders and spindly wrists seeming more pitiful than ever. She was no bigger than a child. Compared to her new teacher, who was obviously tall and strong enough to wield such a huge weapon, Gwen resembled a withering branch.\n\"I'd dislocate my shoulders if I tried to hold your sword,\" She said with a grin."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "The Witherlands, The Wilderness of the Iron Plaines.\n\nShe was so, so cold.\n\nThat was the first thing which popped into her mind as her heavy-lidded eyes gradually began to open, her eyes blinking strenuously to relieve themselves of the brightly distorted flashes which often plagued her when she initially awoke. She gently urged herself up from the cold, damp ground. She lifted the arm which Anna had coiled around her throughout the evening and set it to the side, drawing her knees up toward her chest as she laced her arms around them. Her teeth chattered together, clicking in rapid succession as her arms intertwined encompassed her in an embrace. Her frozen, nimble fingers pressed against the side of her arms as she dragged them up and down in an attempt to warm herself, releasing one long breath of icy air. \n\nHer head was canted to one side as she conceded in her surroundings in one fell swoop, curving her neck around in its socket for the most fleeting of moments to relieve herself of an uncomfortable crick she must have slept on in the night. *The Iron Plaines could be such a beautiful place*, she mused, lifting her hands from her arms to cup them together and warm them with her breath. It was dangerous, though. *They shouldn't make a habit of this - camping with nothing, but the clothes on their backs*, she continued to rationalize within her mind, casting her gaze over the stirring Anna and her guardsman, her blue-tipped nose wrinkling in distaste. Forcing herself to a stand, Pippin decided that she had been sitting down for long enough. Ever the taskmaster, she rubbed her hands together and set off in search of some dry firewood, Kinley's cloak wrapped around herself after she had taken it from a sleeping Anna. Living in poverty and dire circumstances was nothing new to Pippin, but even this was outside of her comfort zone. Her current mindset was very pessimistic, and she knew that was something to be scolded given the circumstances.\n\nShe needed to take a moment to think. She halted her search and stood there for a moment, joining her hands together and lifting them to press her knuckles against her forehead. She was angry, far beyond what would have been considered rational. Before she knew it she was down on the ground in a crouch with her knuckles pressing against her eyes, her jaw tensed so tightly she swore that she could shatter her teeth with how tightly wound it was. She was such an idiot, a disgrace, is how she scolded herself. *How stupid are you to allow this to happen? You had nothing to protect you during the night. You had no tent, nothing. Your pathetic excuse of a campsite was simply a firepit in the ground!*\n\nHer nostrils flared in frustration as she released one long string of breath from her nose, rigid joints cricking as she lifted herself to her full height once more. She was being beyond selfish, she needed to compose herself and do what needed to be done. Continuing her inward dialogue as she partook in her task of searching for firewood, she eventually meandered her way back towards Anna and Kinley, preparing the fire and lighting it to give them a moment of warmth before they had to set off again.\n\nPippin spoke up, her tone was slightly more assertive than it ever had been before and, as she was tending to the flames she peered upwards to both Anna and Kinley.\n\n\"This isn't going to happen again. This was a bad decision and there was no preparation at all to rationalize it. We aren't going to camp outside in the wilderness like this a second time and, from here on out, we're going to be heading straight for Taemar. If we need to rest, we'll do it somewhere safe. This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever done in my life.\"\n\nHer tongue briefly cleansed the front row of her teeth, making the gentle sound of a click as she considered what next to say.\n\n\"I don't mean to overstep in that regard, my lady, but we had absolutely nothing to protect us during the night. We had a firepit, and that was it. Even the most amateur of hunters know not to camp outside in the middle of the wilderness, I don't want you to get ill. I certainly don't feel very healthy after waking up this morning, my whole body is as if frozen like a block of ice. It's hard to move, it aches.\""
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"author": "xyz.wav",
"message": "Lady Catherine Royte\nHouse Royte\n\n\"Very apt, but I had a deep curiosity. As did you, braving the plague to also visit a stranger,\" She remarked, watching plumes of steam languidly rise from his teacup. The tea had been boiling the minute it touched the table. He had left it abandoned with reason, Catherine decided, empty-handed as she sat before him. A meal wafted from walls away, air thickening with the scent of varied spices. There was no need for tea or added weight on her account, something would soon fill her gluttony. \"The reason for this fated meeting is to have an insight.\"\n\n\"You're a marvel, not as unseemly as expected. Someone so astute with numbers, I'd imagined all eyebrows, pondering over accounts,\" Catherine laughed."
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"author": "witchwithissues",
"message": "Lady Anna Barrmount\nWilderness of the Iron Plaines, The Witherlands\n\nShe seemed to be absorted in watching the waking nature around them.\n\nAnna's body felt a bit numb from the cold, some parts hurting when she moved. The Lady came back to the present as Pippin rose up with the cloak wrapped around her, a small cold breeze sending a shiver all over Anna's body.\n\nShe sat there with a regal pose, her fine gown matching the snow around her. Pippin was right, this first night had been dangerous, but Anna herself was so exhausted she wouldn't have minded even sleeping on a tree.\n\n\"It wasn't the best of decisions to camp here on our first night, but everything was so rushed and sudden... We had no more options dear\" She responded as she warmed up with the newly lit fire \"If I recall correctly, father once told me there are numerous caves along those mountains\" She lifted her hand to point at the horizon, where some mountains looked like mere rocks in the distance \"We could camp there next, if you think it's safe, mister Woodford\" She suggested her guard, not wanting to choose a dangerous way to Taemar. \n\nAnna dedicated a warm smile at Pippin. \n\n\"Don't worry about my health. The only thing that matters right now is reaching the council and look for help. Come sit by the fire dear, we can warm up, eat something and be on our way\" Her voice was as cheerful as it could be, as Anna wanted to lift some spirits up. She rose as she spoke, walking towards the horses. \n\nThe group was in a harsh and dangerous situation, if they also felt down they wouldn't be able to make it out of the Witherlands.\n\nAnna caressed the horses and took some food from the bags, bringing it next to the fire and sitting down again. She distributed it in equal parts to her two companions and herself.\n\nThe everlasting smile on her face wasn't as bright as usual, the hints of sadness and worry were too heavy for the Barrmount to hide."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Treasury Councilor Klaus Paberly\nHouse Royte**\n\n\"Very insightful,\" Klaus responded with a smile. \"My mother always told me I was smart *And* Handsome.\" Klaus took the lightest of sips on his tea. \"She had good judgement.\" Thankfully, having a position on the Iron Plaines Council did not rely purely on merit. Klaus could count. That wasn't an issue. However, it was helpful to have his father as the previous treasury councilor, who passed the position onto his youngest son, since his eldest son was going to be the next Lord of The Grove.\n\n\"I would say curiosity did have something to do with it. It's not often that I am unfamiliar with someone in possession of an estate like yours so nearby to my own. I *Must* Invite you to one of my dinner parties once this plague business is over. You'd be a delight.\" Klaus's smile faded for a second as he looked off to the side, thinking.\n\n\"You know, I just remembered. There was something I've been wanting to get for the next dinner party. There was an artist that made a miniature model of the Iron Plaines. The distances are a bit condensed, but it was all to fit more models of each of the great houses of the region all on one table. It was very beautiful when I saw it in his shop. I wanted to buy it, but sadly it was a bit much in cost even for the pay of a treasury councilor. My father and brother didn't want to chip in for it. It's hard to say when I'll be able to pay for it. I'd hate for someone to take it before I get the chance purchase it.\" Klaus sighed wistfully."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly, sixthborn of Lord Radgore Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\n\"I need to piss,\" Said Shaydrin. He stood up, fixed his black-wool cloak, and started away from his companions into the thick of the dim forest.\n\nKefan Clodamyr shrugged. \"More mead for us, then,\" He said, tipping the bottleneck to his lips.\n\nThey'd been told to stand guard by the bodies in case anyone tried to loot them, and in doing so got the plague themselves and brought it back to the camp. *Can anyone really be so stupid that they'd ...?* Shaydrin stopped the thought, realising that the answer to any question starting with those words was always: 'Yes, they can.' \n\nThe only living person he saw at the pit when he passed it by was Alvar. Shaydrin knew that the lad was noble, but he didn't know the exact house. The stench didn't seem to be fazing him. His shovel lay at his feet as he sat in the snow, hands encircling his bent knees as he stared in desolation at the vacant eyes of his camp wife, which were puffy and pink from the plague. Shaydrin couldn't remember he name, but he remembered how pretty she'd been before the plague made her pallid and red-eyed, and put that horrid rash on her soft, pale face. Shaydrin imagined Kelsafyr's face cracking and discolouring as the plague took her away from him, away from this ugly world that needed her but didn't deserve her. He wrinkled his nose and hurried away from the pit to where he could be unseen.\n\nThe pine trees seemed to close in on him the further out he walked. He *Abhorred* The Iron Plains. It was too eery, too remote, too wooded. It felt as though he was walking the edge of the world—or the boundary between this world and another. This was a land of strange Witherlanders: warmongerers obsessed with endless invention and scientific development; pale ghost-men—his distant kin—who tried to run a civilised, southernesque city in a frozen kingdom of savages; the horse-lovers who had been thirsting for Skagerlly blood for generations; the wildmen in their fortress of treeflesh; the list went on.\n\nEventually, Shaydrin found a decent place, near a point where the trees ended and gave way to a clearing of snow. He sighed as he reached down and undid his drawstring. What followed was the most excellent feeling of relief he'd experienced since he'd left the Weeping Pit. For a moment, he smiled. Then his nose began to pick up a deathly odour, and he looked over his shoulder to see the light of fire dancing behind the trees. He imagined the fire reaching deep into the disgusting, desecrated corpses, purifying them for the gods. Once the fire died, they'd fill the pit up with earth, and the death-filled cavity would become one with the land.\n\nJust as he'd finished retying his drawstring, he heard a sound. Fear seized his heart. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. He went bug-eyed and flashed his sword out of its scabbard, holding it in a longpoint stance as he scanned his surroundings. At first, he saw nothing; he started to think it had just been the wind. Then, at the edge of the trees, he saw a shape lying in the snow. What looked like a cloak of black fur was draped over a tall, human form, which seemed to be either dead or asleep.\n\nShaydrin cautiously approached the curled-up figure, still presenting the tip of his sword. Once he was close enough, he sussed out the location of its shoulderblades and poked the tip of his blade in between them. \"Get up,\" He softly commanded."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nThose dreadful dreams had calmed down, Azai being left to simply sit around a campfire with his beheaded brother. The two didn't speak, they only stared into the fire, letting the quiet spread over them. But, this haunting dream soon ended, and Azai slowly opened his pale blue eyes to see the tip of a sword. He didn't make a move, only following the spine of the blade up to the face of the person who dared disturb his sleep. Azai did not respond, his sword resting against his shoulder, ready to be used if things didn't go smoothly. The fur coat was held tight around his frame as he stood up, blade held against him with the hilt poking out past his shoulder, next to his head. \n\nAs he stood there, his body hidden from view, he had to make a logical decision here and now. This man looked like a soldier, deserters maybe? No, they wouldn't hesitate in that case. There were more soldiers not too far away, and they probably had horses as well, so running away into the snowy plains would be a death sentence. He'd be surrounded and cut down instantly. Not to mention, killing soldiers would put a bounty on his head, and he did not know the politics of the region. With a deep, heavy sigh, the white haired man nodded, cocking his head towards the camp. For now, it seemed he was willing to go along with Shaydrin's commands, but the grip on the blade underneath the fur cloak was kept tight. \n\n\"For whom do you fight?\"\n\nHe asked, gaze focusing on Shaydrin's blade. If that sharp sword was brought any closer to his frame, Azai would certainly retaliate. But, he would certainly not be in his best form if their swords were to clash. He was clearly hungry, cold, and possibly ill. It didn't look like the plague, rather, it was most likely just a fever. The tension remained as Azai stared deep into Shaydrin's eyes, awaiting his answer."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nThe eyes that met his were a cold hazel colour, upturned and slightly asymmetrical. Nevertheless, the shadowed face he beheld had a haunting, regal beauty about it, with statuesque contours and a head of silky, light-brown waves. Shaydrin was about two inches shorter than Azai, with what looked to be a slight build underneath his warm apparel. His spectral mien is reinforced by the smell of burning flesh that wafts through the trees.\n\nHe makes Azai wait for a few seconds, then tilts up his chin imperiously. \"My name is Shaydrin Skagerlly, son of Radgore Skagerlly—Lord of the Weeping Pit. We're here as the bannermen of Nathaniel Vivayn, on his campaign to overthrow Marshall.\" He took a step back and adopted a foolsguard, his sword held low to expose his torso. \"You don't look to be in fightin' shape, friend. You'll offer the handle of your weapon to me, and part with it as I take you back to camp.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nVisibly disturbed, Azai kept hold of his weapon, squinting as he was asked to hand over his blade. The fur cloak was left to open, revealing the fit and battle hardened form of the snow haired stranger. His weapon, tall and wide, was being gripped by the blade itself, the blood flowing down the cold edge. The thing was about Azai's height from pommel to tip, and the crossguard seemed to be missing. It was a very bare and simple blade, but one that prioritized function over form.\n\n\"I refuse. My sword stays with me.\"\n\nAzai took a step back, as if readying himself for a fight. But the man didn't reach for the hilt of his weapon. Seemed he'd be pretty hard to convince to change his mind, but Azai was not in much of a position to negotiate. Perhaps he was being bold, or just too hungry and tired to think about this situation logically."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin sighed. This one was too jumpy. His declining physical state was probably making him desperate, perhaps even delirious. He certainly didn't seem to be grasping the circumstances into which he had stumbled. Nevertheless, he was clearly a well-built youth, making him dangerous if cornered—and that blade at his hip seemed a beast of a weapon.\n\nHis mind flashed. If he let him into the camp with a weapon, the others would probably see him as either a threat or a challenge. If he went unarmed, some of them might think him easy pickings for abuse. He was more likely to survive the latter.\n\n\"Listen,\" He growled. \"The cold is gettin' to you. I can see it in your face.\" He looked over Azai's shoulder, squinting at the bright white of the snow. \"If you turn around and try to make it to Wrencrest or some other settlement—assumin' you have a clue where any of those are—I doubt you'll make it.\" He nodded to the direction behind him. \"Smell that? We're burnin' the dead who died of the plague. We left them to waste away at the edge of the camp. Just tossed them all into a pit in the ground, no rites or nothin'. Didn't even slit their throats to give them an early end. Do you want to know why we didn't, boy?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nThe grip on his weapon tightened once more, but Azai shook his head with a sigh. He looked down at his wounded hands, his blood staining his clothes as it flowed down his exposed forearms. The white haired youth threw his sword on the ground by Shaydrin's feet, letting him take it and get a better understanding of how the blade was built. If the faint sunlight that still lingered hit the weapon at just the right angle, Shaydrin might have noticed old carvings near the base of the blade, the golden trimmings having washed away ages ago. In its current state, however, it was probably worthless outside of being turned back into raw metal.\n\n\"Fine, tell me then.\"\n\nHis bloody hands pulled the fur cloak tighter around his frame once more as he leaned back against the tree, his nose having turned a little red. For now, he seemed to be calm. But Shaydrin would notice Azai's focus kept going back to his weapon. It was important to him, clearly."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plains\n\nShaydrin thought he saw the boy's hand tensing around his hilt in the corner of his eye. His own muscles had answered by readying to flick his sword up to knock aside an incoming strike. But then the boy contemplated the blood he was shedding, and subsequently cast his sword into the snow.\n\nShaydrin raised an eyebrow at the weapon. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. He looked up at the boy and saw that he kept his gaze on the discarded sword. *No doubt there's a story behind that sword,* He thought, *But such questions can wait.*\n\n\"The men who are camped in this forest are the most godless savages on the face of the continent. They'd tear each other apart over women, drink, and coin in one night if Lord Vivayn and people like me weren't here to keep a firm hand on them. You need to understand, Azai, that I'm a *Skagerlly*, and if any of my brothers had found you here? Especially Mallsrek?\" Shaydrin stooped down to pick up Azai's weapon, grinning at him. \"Well, thank the gods you aren't a woman.\"\n\nHe grunted slightly as he pulled the sword with only one hand, drawing it up against him with the point to the ground. \"The reason I'm takin' this is that any of them seein' a stranger with a weapon is practically a death sentence. They're always lookin' for a good challenge, especially when they're as bored out of their minds as they are now. They *Would* Defeat you, and you would be *Blessed* If they simply cut you down right after. I've seen what some of them do with their new 'playthings.'\"\n\nUsing Azai's sword in imitation of a walking stick, Shaydrin stepped closer. With an elegant motion, he sheathed his own sword. He went to touch the boy's shoulder, but he quickly ascertained from the boy's body language that this wouldn't be a wise decision. He rested it on his hilt. \"I'm not Mallsrek, with his bear-hands and his lust for the feel and the sound of crunching bones and collapsing windpipes. I'm not Reimrik with his little knives he loved to make works of 'living art' with. Nor am I Glister, with the very specific ways in which he takes out his anger over having such a meagre 'endowment' from the gods. \n\n\"I'm *Shaydrin*. I'm the only good Skagerlly, the only one who isn't driven by an insatiable desire to take life. I'll keep you safe, but you need to trust me. This is a den of wolves you're enterin'. The only alternative is the cold, and—\" He gazed out into the wilderness, \"—it's lookin' very hungry tonight.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\n\"I don't care who does what. He who strikes me or considers me easy pickings will be crushed under my heel without question. All I need is food and fire, then I'll move on.\"\n\nWith that said, Azai begun to walk towards the camp, leaving a faint trail of blood behind him. His world was small, only a fraction compared to what others lived in daily. But, being raised in seclusion would limit anyone's experiences in the larger world. Perhaps his neutrality could be used to the advantage of others, seeing as he had no bias, no sides to choose from. But, he'd need some proper rest first. At the very least he didn't seem the type to just lay there and take it. However, that might lead to its own troubles. Standing up for oneself like that might earn the respect of some, and the scorn of others. \n\n\"Lead me to camp. I'll join your forces for now, so I can earn enough coin to get me further south when the time comes for me to leave.\"\n\nHe said, turning his head just enough to get a good look at Shaydrin as he walked off. Was that decision made on the fly? Possibly. Then again, Azai himself knew he had no other paths open to him at the moment."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nShaydrin snorted at the Azai's dismissive claims. The idea of anyone 'crushing' Mallsrek 'under their heel' was amusing to him, and he was sure that this lad would change his mind about the hulking brute when he saw him. Still, he couldn't help but admire the boy's spunk. He gazed upon the faint little droplets of blood that followed the boy and imagined the true beast-men of the army closing in on its scent, eyes bright and mouths watering.\n\nShaydrin gave a prospecting look when the boy turned to regard him. For a while, they trod the snow in silence. The scent of the burning dead grew stronger and stronger. Shaydrin pinched the corner of his cloak and held the chilly wool against his nose, sighing. \"What's your name, boy?\" When he got his answer, his next question was, \"And what's your story? I wasn't expecting to find some waifish snow wolf with a queer old sword on my evening piss.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\n\"Azai.\"\n\nThe lad was quiet for a while, simply holding his cloak tight around his frame. Soon, he'd be able to sit down by the fire, perhaps he'd even get some scraps of food. But, the thoughts of what was to come were pushed back. How would he tell his story? What was his story, even? Compared to the ones he was told as a child, these recent events certainly weren't all that grand or fantastical. \n\n\"I'm just trying to find my place in the world.\"\n\nHe didn't really know what to say. But, what he said instead was still the truth. He had nothing holding him to this world anymore, he'd have to find his purpose and place. Mercenary work would suit him just fine for now. Perhaps if he got lucky, this army would move further south after their business here concluded."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nShaydrin hmphed. He himself knew precisely where *His* Place was, and with his errands growing more and more frequent, he was often painfully withheld from that place. He was responsible for someone else's life at the present moment, and he was still trying to determine whether or not it was a life worth protecting.\n\n\"I've got a feelin' it isn't with us, but maybe we'll have use for your sword, as you suggest. This army won't be headin' south, though, just to let you know. As far as I know, Lord Vivayn is pressin' all the way to Grand Stead in this campaign. Once we're in the Ashfields, it's going to be a *Real* War. You think you'll be stickin' with us even then, snow fox?\" That sounded right to him. 'Snow fox', not 'snow wolf.' To Shaydrin, the boy just had that reticent quality about him. \"If you do, you'll be headin' down south with a hefty purse, if you're still alive.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\n\"I'm used to the cold.\"\n\nHe responded, deep in thought as they kept walking towards the camp. He wouldn't be able to leave these cursed lands for a while... But then again, he'd be able to learn more about the world through this army. Not to mention, he'd most likely have a better chance surviving in the unknown lands after he's had some more experience in life or death battles. However, he didn't seem to be bothered by the chance that he might die.\n\n\"Just gear me up and point me to where the battle is, it doesn't have to be more complicated than that.\"\n\nSuch a simple life indeed, a small world with little worries for the larger issues around him. Seemed they were nearing the camp as well, it was time to see how things would go with Azai being introduced to this group."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nThe stench was pungent now. The great pit was filling the air with a hollow roar as the putrid flesh of the plague victims burned away inside.\n\n\"I'd say we're far enough from a battle at the moment,\" Said Shaydrin, staring into the fire. \"Though Vivayn mightn't use these particular words, we're occupyin' House Barrmount right now. As I said, we've been puttin' down a lot of sick villages on the way here, and I'd say there'll be more to come, so I hope you have the stomach for cuttin' down the unarmed.\"\n\nShaydrin hadn't had to kill too many himself so far. Three of his victims had been obvious plague victims; slaying *Them* Had been merciful, in his mind. The fourth had been a flaxen-haired woman wailing over her children. He remembered how his stomach had churned at the sight of her, how it had exhumed bad, bad memories. With a shaking sigh, he'd stooped down to gently take her shoulder and whisper an apology into her ear. As soon as she'd gotten a look at his face, his knife had pierced her heart. She'd died whimpering in his arms.\n\n\"Got family, snow fox?\" He said, his voice barely above a whisper; the question had been an impulsive one. His eyes still squinted at the fire."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\n\"None.\"\n\nHe didn't say much more than that. The smell was definitely unpleasant to say the least, but Azai didn't complain. He was worried about killing the plague bearers, but he couldn't know how he'd react until he was actually there to do the deed. Azai still felt something in him from what happened between him and his brother. Would this awful feeling ever vanish, or would it remain with him forever? Azai did not know, nor was he in a mood or shape to really think about these things. The faster they got to camp, the better. In fact, Shaydrin could hear Azai's stomach growl every few steps."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nShaydrin stared at the back of Azai's head. He wondered what had happened to the boy's kin. The plague? The cold? Murder? Had *He* Murdered them? The Witherlands was ever a land of possibilities.\n\nHe decided to stifle his questions for the rest of the way to his tent. The horrific odour of the flaming pit eventually petered out as they came to the camp proper, replaced by the pervasive scent of woodsmoke. It was a sprawling cantonment that seemed to accommodate several thousand men, clinging to a mighty stone fortress that was encircled by a wooden wall. Shaydrin identified it to Azai as Castle Barrmount.\n\nNathaniel Vivayn's bannermen surrounded them. As the two drew nearer to Shaydrin's tent, the men became more and more rugged and fierce-looking. Shaydrin identified these men as the vassals of House Skagerlly. Whereas the others they had passed had been mostly indifferent to Shaydrin, these ones all regarded him with either respectful nods, shared addresses by name, or looks of fear.\n\nEventually, they came to Shaydrin's tent. He opened the flap; inside was a mousy-looking man who ate porridge out of a bowl as he stared vacantly into the tent's fire. Shaydrin clicked his tongue. \"Geremias.\" The servant looked up. \"Fetch me some tea. I have a guest.\" The servant nodded quickly and set his bowl down before scurrying out past them. \n\nInside the tent, beside the small fire, two sheets of bearskin made up a bed on the ground, and there was also a low writing desk consisting of a small wooden chest with an ink bottle, a quill, and a few sheets of parchment on top. Shaydrin held the flap open for Azai and pointed to two stools in the corner. \"Grab a stool. Do you drink tea? Do you know what tea *Is*, for that matter?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Azai\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nThe new scent of woodsmoke was a welcome change, though it didn't get much of a reaction out of Azai. As they passed through the camp, the lad didn't seem to react to anything around him, only focused on getting to a warm place, to sit down and take a break. And once they arrived, he indeed grabbed a stool and sat down, an audible sigh of relief escaping him as he kept his fur tight around him still.\n\n\"Of course I do. I'm no barbarian...\"\n\nHe closed his eyes for the moment, just glad to be somewhere relatively safe. As for what happened next, he didn't know. The world of knights, servants, kings and castles was foreign to him, but he did want to be a part of it. Perhaps it was a sense of desperation, as he did not know who he'd become. It was a very confusing time for him, but Azai knew one thing for sure; he could always walk away without a second thought."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plaines\n\nShaydrin stepped inside after Azai, letting the flap close behind him. After both of their swords down by the fire, he undid his cloak's binding knot, then shrugged it off and held it to his nose. Cringing at the lingering whiff of death, he threw the cloak into the corner and kneeled by his little drawing desk. With a key from his pouch, he unlocked the little chest, and from it, he produced a small, open bottle that contained sticks of incense. \"Always good to have some of this stuff on hand. Might be the best thing *You've* Smelled in quite a while, I'd reckon.\"\n\nHe grabbed a stool and came around the fire. The flames made their gentle crackling noise against the distant sounds of the camp outside, and threw Shaydrin's lean shadow against the wall as he moved. He sat down across from Azai and began poking the tips of each incense stick into the flames. Each came out with an orange light at its tip, producing thin wisps of smoke.\n\nShaydrin spoke dryly, without lifting his eyes above the flames: \"Tell me how you came by that blade. I've never seen anything like it.\""
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "The Ice Lord Marshall Carter and Felix Carter\nWalkway of the courtyard, Grand Stead's inner walls, the Ashfields\n\nFelix watched on, allowing a slight smile to become his pleasant features. He leant against the wooden barriers, hands interlocked as he overlooked Curtland being run through his drills, getting knocked on his ass, and repeating the process, whilst his ill-fitting helmet clanged against his head. All the while, his sister Willow was barking jeers at him. \n\n\"What exactly do you plan for them?\" Marshall asked, as if out of nowhere, leaning next to him. \n\nFelix was almost spooked by what seemed like his brother's materialisation from thin air, but had grown desensitised to it over the years. \"What do you mean, *Exactly?\"* He asked, glancing at him for a brief second before returning to watch Curtland attempt to parry his instructor. \n\n\"You've spent more time with those two than your actual wife and son since your return, both of whom you claim to care so dearly for,\" Marshall answered, his smoke-black hair flowing harmoniously in the wind. \n\nFelix contemplated for a moment, his mind going back where he found them. Huddled in a dreary old shack, days without food, and a sickness that was likely to take Willow's life. \"You keep my wife and son under house arrest like prisoners,\" Felix challenged.\n\n\"They're allowed to roam the castle grounds to their hearts' desires,\" Marshall retorted, looking on as Willow was ushered back inside to her lessons. \n\n\"Perhaps my wife chooses not to act upon that benevolent right due to the hateful, scornful looks of the other wives of the castle. Or the less than-savoury remarks thrown her way by the guardsmen. *Or* The stones and rocks quite *Literally* Thrown her way by the children of the parents that tell stories of what an awful, sinful, treasonous *Cunt* She is. Perhaps I cannot bear to be around her because I am the reason all that has happened to her. Perhaps her plight is that of my own, and of my design.\" He felt the interlocking of his hands become a vice-like clench.\n\n\"Perhaps,\" Marshall repeated, as if agreeing with him. \"So what, are they your substitute family now? Your stand-ins?\" Marshall prodded.\n\nTongue-in-cheek, Felix did not look to his older brother in order to concede to his frustration, which would have given the Ice Lord what he wanted. Instead, he continued watching the knights training, as they displayed the correct way to pivot out of an offensive attack. \"I thought I was dead. I certainly wished I was dead. The last thing I saw was your face before the blizzard consumed me,\" Felix almost shuddered as he thought back to the shadow figure with the monstrous blue eyes that haunted his dreams. \"I woke up on their farm. They took care of me. They nursed me back to health. They offered me nothing but utter hospitality even after everything that had happened... Even after how much they, and everyone else had bled. It shook me to my very core; the fact that there was still the potential for good in this world, even after I witnessed it burn all around me. But they, like anyone else who has ever showed faith in me, got burnt as well. Their farm was destroyed by the Vivayn soldiers looking for me, and for other defectors. The old man, Brent, was his name, his dying words were a command, for me to find girl and boy, as well as my family. He taught me, no matter what station you are in life, all life is-\"\n\n\"Don't do that,\" Marshall interrupted. \n\n\"Don't do what?\" Felix asked.\n\n\"That preachy, newfound sanctimonious horse shit. You don't *Get* To tell me about the value of each and everyone's beating hearts. I know you. I know what you are,\" The Ice Lord told him.\n\n\"Did you prefer me when I was whoring, drinking, obnoxious blowhard, dear brother?\" \n\n\"I preferred you when you were dead,\" Marshall declared, looking onwards still, as the knights adjusted Curtland's stance to hold the sparring sword properly. \n\nFelix scoffed, quite amused by that. \"Well, I was always the disappointment of the family,\" He looked over to Marshall, surveying him. \"You're leant in the exact position, in the exact place he was when he would watch us spar,\" He said to him.\n\n\"Am I?\" Marshall asked, indifferently. \"I recall more yelling than this.\"\n\n\"He'd be like to yell at both of us if he were here right now. Myself for losing in a devastating defeat, of course. And you, the prodigal son, for abandoning a position of power during wartime.\" Felix said, as they were was a unison of cheers on the other side of the wall, from an archer hitting a bullseye. \"Are the echoes true? Do you seriously plan to make it the Council of Marin?\" He asked. \n\n\"The longer I sit here in a stalemate with Nathaniel, the easier it'll be for him to galavant all across the Kingdom and speak of their idle Lord Ruler, as he sits behind his castle walls safe and sound, whilst a bloody plague consumes them all. They'll see *Him* Has a better option eventually. They'll join him. He claims to offer them salvation from the sickness that devastates them. I must go to Taemar, meet with the other royals and nobles - that nest of serpents - and find out what they know. Otherwise, by the time the war with Vivayn ends, there won't be any people left to rule.\" The concept of being South of the Witherlands whilst that sadistic lunatic roamed free with a strong army, leaving his lands and holdings ripe for the taking filled Marshall with a sense of dread. He knew not of how his patience would fare when stuck in a conference the continent's elite, with their penchant for politicking and governing as if they were Gods themselves. His calloused hand tensed around the barrier, the fury seething through him.\n\n\"'In times of war, your strongest allies are strong walls and bountiful coffers. Let them climb, for it is with each slip and fall that hunger pangs harder in their guts. Let them climb, for with each misstep and hesitiation the cold freezes their bones harder, and harder. Let our land do the work, because by the time winter's wrath has taken them, we go forth and break them with steel.'\" Felix repeated one of their father's teachings to him.\n\n\"I remember his prattling far better than you,\" Marshall said. \"I'm taking a small force. Two hundred men. We'll ride with haste to Snowhall to garrison with Angelo Torck. There, his men will join us and do reconnaissance across the Southern Border. We'll cut round Aching Mountain to make it to the Tusk, and eventually, Vallen,\" He informed him. \"Lord Henry Syreth has command of Grand Stead until my return.\" \n\n\"Do send the Council my regards,\" Felix said, sarcastically. \n\n\"I'd sooner send them your head. It'd ingratiate me with them a lot more,\" Marshall retorted.\n\nFelix laughed. \"Will you leave tonight?\" \n\n\"Yes. Better to get head start, and more daylight on us as we head further in to Vivayn's territory. Will you leave soon also?\" Marshall enquired.\n\n\"I've been mapping it out with the men. We've tracked his movements most recently to his bannerman in the Weeping Pit, the Skagerllys. No doubt he's joining forces with them. By the pattern, it seems he's heading east in to the Iron Plaines. The terrain there is as opportune as any for a stealth attack. Might be we hit him there,\" Felix said, contemplating. \n\n\"Assassinating a tyrant, and would-be King is a high-level mission. Do you think you and your men are up to it?\" Marshall asked, now finally looking at him. \n\n\"I've pulled off a few high-level missions in my time. At your expense, if I recall correctly.\" Felix smirked at him.\n\n\"If it fails, Felix, they're not going to kill you. They'll break you apart, piece-by-piece. The Vivayns... Have a habit of making their victims beg for death,\" Marshall expressed. \n\nThe smirk disappeared in to a stoney, stoic countenance, seemingly befitting of a Carter. \"I know,\" Felix replied. \"But luckily, there isn't much of me left.\" His brother's cold blue eyes reflected his own pretty, yet faded ones. \"This might be the last time we see each other.\"\n\n\"I've allowed myself the luxury of thinking that one too many times,\" Marshall said, breaking the glare, and looking down to the courtyard once again, where Curtland was attempting to pivot, but kept stumbling over himself. \"He's putting too much weight in his left leg. He'll never be able to turn fully stomping like that,\" The Ice Lord said, nonchalantly. He moved past Felix and without looking back at him said, \"If you get a chance alone with Nathaniel... Don't do anything I wouldn't do.\" He continued walking."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Noma de Cuisenaire\nThe set of Warhorse\n\nNoma stepped back at the bleeding horse, his foot catching on a rock and making him stumble briefly. Regaining his balance, however, Noma attempted to catch the creatures reigns, having seen a knight try that maneuver to contain a crazed creature. The fat man's fingers failed to close quickly, and the leather snapped away from his grip.\n\nHe couldn't help but stare in awe at the creature as it bounded away, his heart cold from the sight.\n\n\"This damned war.\" He muttered under his breath, shaking his head. \"I thought we were farther from the fighting. I'm sorry, my friends.\"\n\nNoma turned towards the trio of his companions.\n\n\"Is everyone alright? Was anyone hurt?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren Tockett\nSomewhere cold\n\nMaren leapt away as the horse screamed and ran, the slick sight of blood cutting her vision as she fell back, in at least partially soft roadside snow. Her feet went up in the air completely and a little squeak escaped her. \n\nShe didn't move for a while, frozen in place as the freezing snow crept down the back of her dress. She didn't even feel cold for a second, just shocked.\n\nShe had seen blood before, if only her own, but even as an innocent child, her innocence never was with death. She sat up, looking at Noma and Cat with big eyes, tears poking at them. War. She hated it. She felt her body shiver finally as the adrenaline gave way to shock and she stood up, walking over to Noma himself and leaning on him, shivering. She didn't say a word."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Catarina Tanner\nWitherlands Roadside\n\n\"I'm okay,\" Catarina replied shakily, her face pale and body still trembling. She was shaken, to say the least, and her legs felt a bit rubbery. Somehow she managed to stay on her feet, but the sound of that horse's scream and the blood down its side and the massive gash in its front shoulder would stick with her for quite some time. \n\nShe didn't have much time to dwell on it, however, as she turned to check on Maren. The poor girl was clearly in shock, a dazed, frightened look painted onto her ghostly pale face. She looked even tinier and more vulnerable standing next to the hulking Noma! It was sweet to watch her seek out the safety and warmth of Noma. \n\nShe gave them both a wobbly smile and took a breath before saying, \"At least we're safe. Better than what I thought was-\"\n\n*Wham*. Something slammed into her from behind and a sharp, searing pain bloomed in her side while stars shot across her vision."
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"author": "sigmamalefemcelonthegrind",
"message": "Lady Chastity Blacktomb\nThe Iron Plaines\n\nChastity and Tybalt halted their forces, hearing the sound of nearby foot soldiers and someone crying out. From their banners it could be made out that it was House Wrencrest. Tybalt went stiff and his voice went flat with annoyance. \"Lord Tyball?\" \n\nChastity laughed delighted, and trotted her horse out to meet the Wrencest lord with Tybalt grudgingly following. \"Don't be petulant, it isn't as if he's that familiar with you.\" \n\nThe Blacktomb's we're not the most well connected or powerful of houses. Their grandfather had been a mad recluse, refusing to leave his castle and eventually confining himself to his own quarters until his death. Their father was significantly fond of solitude himself and was a notoriously bad host. Along with all this while the Blacktomb's traded with the houses supporting Carter during the rebellion, none of them actually left the Bastard's Crypt during the war. \n\nBesides that it wasn't as if Tybalt knew his name either, he struggled to remember the names of nobles he couldn't remember meeting. \n\nApproaching the man, it became apparent that it was Lackner and not Bennard. His stout stature and detectable drunkenness identified him clearly enough: \n\nChastity gave a short bow to him from her horse and looked towards Tybalt, waiting for him to introduce them to Lord Lackner. He failed to do so, instead staying silent with his arms crossed out of childish spite. \"It's Tybalt, your lordship.\" Tybalt announced with obvious sarcasm.\n\nChastity tightened her grip on the reins of her horse. She wished that she could hit him with the flat side of her sword, like she used to during training. \n\n\"Lord Lackner, may I presume? It is an honour to meet you, your accomplishments on the battle field are incredibly impressive.\" Chastity greeted him with a slightly stiff voice. \n\n\"Please forgive my brother, he hasn't been well good sir.\" Hopefully Lackner could sympathise with illness from over indulgent drinking.\n\n\"I am Lady Chastity Blacktomb, I have come to offer some guidance but I defer to your expertise. Please let me know if you need anything.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Lackner Wrencrest\nThe Iron Plaines\n\nLackner lifted his head to her words of praise. It had been a long time since someone had expressed such admiration for the man he once was. She was both confident and duly deferent. If it wasn't for that ridiculous thing on her face, he might have been able to take her entirely seriously. She seemed worthy of his attention, at least.\n\n\"It's *Sir* Lackner.\" He turned his face to Tybalt. His skin was deathly pale, and his cruel eyes were a pale blue. \"No need to be so peevish, Lord Tyball. I hope you won't take too much offence if one of Nathaniel's men spears you through the gut. Come along, we need to keep moving.\"\n\nLackner raised his bevor over his mouth and put his gaze ahead of the army as he rode on. He reached around for a wooden flask that he found was, tragically, not on his person, and swore under his breath. The growingly impatient knight-commander threw a glance at the two Blacktombs. \"How much do you two know about the situation?\""
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"author": "sigmamalefemcelonthegrind",
"message": "Lady Chastity Blacktomb\nIron Plaines \n\nTybalt was going to say something snide, even through the stationary armour on his face Chastity could tell, before she cleared her throat and stared at him for a moment.\n\nTybalt stiffened and returned his attention to Lord Lackner. \"Of course, my apologies Sir Lackner.\" He offered in a slightly less disrespectful tone. \"I doubt any situation like that would come to pass however. And if it did, I can say with confidence I would spit in his face.\" He couldn't seem to resist adding.\n\nChastity rolled her eyes at him, under her mask. She then noticed Lackner's searching for a full flask. While she admired his efforts as a knight during the war and under Quinton the Cruel, Chastity also understood that he'd undergone multiple misfortunes and could be a liability because of this. Chastity refused to have him jeopardise this campaign. \n\n\"We are aware that Nathaniel has marched into Castle Barrmount, during the wake of Rodrick Barrmount. That there has been plague in the area and we are taking cautions to catching it.\" Chastity informed him. \n\nOne of the more annoying measures that their father had insisted, on was the burning of all clothes worn during their travel. Chastity didn't enjoy the prospect of having to burn even one of her specially altered corsets and the dresses she'd made by hand. As such she was wearing the black winter dress she'd made during the Brother's Rebellion. It wasn't her best work, embroidering the sigil of her house- a buzzard- resting upon a pile of bones was a tad... Gauche. It was regrettable to lose the nice pattern for the under dress and the warm even coloured fur that she'd used for the bell sleeves though. \n\nChastity watched Lackner closely. \"We have brought a crate of wine up with us, if you'd like we'd be happy to share it in celebration after our victory.\" She put forward firmly. \n\nHypocritically, Tybalt chortled at this before playing it off as a cough."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Lady Marnie Carter\nOutskirts of Grand Stead\n\nThe lady of the Witherlands huffed as she lumbered up the gentle slope of the street. The children at the top jeered, chanting \"Beached whale, beached whale, go back to the ocean!\" \n\nShe had no time for their silly games. She had been away for far too long. *I'm coming, Papa Ice*, repeated in her head, her mantra to keep going. \"Will you welcome me back into your arms, Papa Ice? Or will you turn me way, unable to recognize your dear Marnie?\" She said out loud. It was true that she looked rather different from a year ago. She had grown in more ways than one. On top of it all, she had gained a new lazy eye due to an unfortunate boating accident. She had gone for a swim and a passing boat crossed her path. The men aboard jabbed their spears at her, crying \"Thar she blows!\" She escaped with her life, but not with the proper alignment of her eyes. \n\n\"You know me, Papa Ice. You know it's Marnie, your baby girl,\" She said, unsticking her matted blond hair from her slick forehead. It wasn't long until she was finally home. Her footfall immediately cracked the stone step. \n\n\"Papa ice, it's me. Home, at last,\" She whispered, trembling at the door."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "The Guardsmen\nOutskirts of Grandstead \n\nThe men stood at attention, sharpening their gazes at the great gargantuan gimp lumbering towards the confines of the castle. \n\n\"What is *That?*\" One of them asked, dumbfounded.\n\n\"It's a land leviathan! Only legends have spoke of their existence!\" Another sounded. \n\n\"What do we do?!\" They asked collectively, as the beast banged against the gates, shouting to sate its unquenchable appetite. \n\n\"We follow our training.\" A gruff voice emerged from the battlements. Commander Glarby Sillyweed stepped forward, sharpening his gaze at the guardsmen. \"Are you all soft in the head?! We are clearly under siege now. We cannot let this withering whale take what is ours. She would have our food, every last crumb of it. No crumb will be lost under my watch,\" Commander Sillyweed declared. \"You there, boy,\" He grabbed one of the guardsmen. \"What is your favourite food?\" He asked with an intense stare.\n\n\"Durkhish Delight, Commander. Sweet and fishy.\" The guard responded promptly.\n\n\"Are you going to let this creature snatch the supple goods, right out of your hands?!\" Commander Sillyweed shouted.\n\n\"No, they're delicious.\" He responded simply. \n\n\"Uh... Gentlemen, I think she's eating through the steel of the gates,\" Another guard voiced his concern in the midst of the interrogation. \n\n\"We must hold this castle for the honour of our Ruler! Men, ready your arrows!\" They all did as he bid. \n\n\"Nock!\" The guardsmen all readied themselves.\n\n\"Draw!\" Slowly, they pulled back on their strings.\n\n\"Loose!\" In one fell swoop, dozens upon dozens of arrows entered the beast's blubber, piercing it and sending it backwards to watery depths from whence it came. Commander Sillyweed repeated the orders until the beast retreated, tripped and rolled all the way down the mountain, sending rumbles akin to an earthquake through out the stronghold. \n\n\"Fine work, gentlemen,\" He said after the battle had ended.\n\n\"Actually, Commander, I think that was the Ice Lord's daughter. She was due back today.\" \n\nCommander Sillyweed looked mournfully at the gaping hole her movements had created."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Lady Marnie Carter\nThe outskirts of Grand Stead\n\nThe Big Little Lady of Grand Stead watched as a volley of arrows flew overhead, killing the great beast that had been following her for days. The leviathan had plagued her journey, death looming above her meaty head at every turn. Yet, she endured, for the sake of seeing Papa Ice once more. She hoped he'd recognize her. She had changed ever so much. When the beast was struck down, she jumped with joy, rattling the men above. She knew the good men of Grand Stead would defend her, as they always had. \n\n\"Papa Ice's men...\" She whispered. \"Isis men. The men belonging to my father, Papa Ice.\" \n\nMarnie took three wobbly steps up the great staircase of Grand Stead and took the frail hand of the aging Commander Sillyweed. \"You, my loyal servant, saved the life of Papa Ice's only remaining child.\" She tugged him with the strength of five bears, so that he fell upon his knees. She coughed in his face, her breath was hot. \"But what do I know?\" \n\nMarnie began dragging him up the stairs as she continued her quest to find her Papa Ice. \"I like you. For your valor in the heat of my battle, my Papa Ice will surely make you the Lord of the Barrmount. As his only living daughter, I have the authority to make you the Lord of the Barrmount. You are now Lord of the Barrmount.\""
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Commander Glarby Sillyweed\nBig Business, the Outskirts of Grand Stead\n\nUpon further evaluation of the scene, one his underlings piped up again. \"Oh, actually, the lady was shielded underneath the beast's blubber. She's safe and sound.\" He sounded almost disappointed. \n\n\"Ah, splendid!\" Commander Sillyweed was rejoiced, the thought of being sentenced to death for the massacre of the Ice Lord's daughter had sent a queer chill up his malformed spine. He had crippling scoliosis. But he did remark in his mind, how good it felt to shoot that morbidly massive, fleshy and fubsy creature repeatedly. Hearing the squelch of steel rod entering fat made his whiskers tickle. \n\n\"Lady Marnie... Lady Marnie,\" He helped the other guards heave her up the stairs. \"An honour to receive you in this dark hour. Your presence has breathed-\" He blinked and halted momentarily as she coughed directly into his mouth, \"Breathed new life in to the ever flickering light of this sacred castle.\" His eyes started to water once the fumes from her breath met his eyes, like rotting onions mating with a pile of dung.\n\nThe leader of the Isis men, as his battalion were known as, took an honourable knee as his lady forced him down with sheer might he had never felt before. \"I live to serve, my lady. My duty is towards you, and your liiiIII- AHHH, ah,\" Lady Marnie was using her two meaty hands to support the entirety of her weight on his shoulders, which was exasperating his crippling scoliosis. She was awarding him titles, titles he'd never thought he'd receive in his entire career. This was the happiest moment of his life. \n\n\"Thank... Thank you, my lady,\" The strain in his face was visible. He was turning a bright shade of red as the lady continued to shower him in her splendour, continuing on with her edicts she obviously had no authority to make. \"I shall, I shall... I shall drape myself in your generosity, and hope to... Hope to do you proud.\" The further dainty Marnie went on with her proclamations, the more she leant in to him. He felt his knee dig in to the wooden floor boards and buckle. He was forced to crane his neck up to the grey sky as her pressure suffocated him. He thought he saw God in that moment.\n\n\"Lady Marnie, would you mind... Would you mind getting off of me for just one... One,\" He was weeping, as the little lady appeared out of breath after her few brief sentences. She leant further in on him, and further, and further. His scoliosis was on fire. He felt his spine cracking. \"Oh, gods!\" He felt the ground beneath him begin to rumble, and cave. He and the large leviathan toppled through the ground and fell through the battlements onto the courtyard beneath them. \n\nCommander Sillyweed laid there, every bone broken. Every organ crushed."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Lady Marnie Carter\nThe Outskats, Grand Steed\n\nLady Marnie's life flashed before her swollen eyeballs as she fell to the abyss. She awoke in a snow bank and gazed over to the crumpled corpse of the Lord of the Iron Plaines. \"Commander Sillyweed, may you rest in ice,\" She whispered, closing her eyes in mourning. She popped them back open to see if anyone had wittnessed the measured grace she displayed in the face of tragedy. No one had, and she huffed, sending a dusting of snow over the commander's broken body. \n\nThe men rushed down from the battlement. Their collective gasps and groans overpowered the howling wind, taking in the horror of their commander's fate. \"You need not fear!\" Lady Marnie proclaimed, \"For Papa Ice will make this all right! He will lead us to the light that we've lost in this dreary druck. I have returned and he will see me. He has missed his beloved daughter.\" \n\nThe men glared at her, anger blazing in their eyes. Marnie sidled to the corpse and knelt down, touching her hand to his shattered ribcage. Her broad back faced the men and she bowed her head, pretending to say a prayer. Her eyes shifted and she checked her peripherals before gingerly raising a piece of his meat to her mouth. She chewed quickly, savoring in the taste. \"Rest in ice, amen,\" She said loudly, sucking the marrow from one of his bones and coming to a stand."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Lackner Wrencrest\nThe Iron Plaines, the Witherlands\n\n\"Aye,\" Said Lackner to Chastity's comment about young. In his mind, he prayed that Bennard would make it back from his trip in good health; Hulward needed more time before the lordship fell upon him. *Not too honourable for his own good, but smart and brave.* Lackner liked to think that that was how he was back in the day; knowing the prizes that truly mattered, and never taking his eyes off of them.\n\nHe took note of her change in tone. \"Never there?\" He said, picturing the vistas of Castle Barrmount. \"It's showy. Stone on the outside, wood on the in. Big timber wall all around. They've a grand set of stables for all their beloved horses.\" He looked down at his steed's neck. \"And tall doorways to suit all those massive bear-men they produce.\"\n\n\"If Nathaniel does decide to fire it, I hope we get there in time to see. I'd say it would be a thing of awe to see such a castle burn.\"\n\nSir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nThe Iron Plaines, the Witherlands\n\nShaydrin let out a weary breath, watching it chill and whiten in the wintery air. He'd planned on taking the lad with him on patrol, but he'd taken violently ill not long after he'd brought him into the camp. The men in the camp would surely have slit his throat, or tossed him into the snow, or perhaps both. He didn't feel inclined to leave the young man to his doom, nor did he want to wet the other bannermen's noses if he could help it. Rather, Shaydrin handed him over to the villagers, people who perhaps had at least some shred of compassion for strangers in the cold.\n\nSo the boy was not with him; he had no company on this perimeter walk, but for his brutish half-brother. He turned his head and looked Mallsrek in the eyes, thinking for a moment. Shaking his head, he continued onwards among the trees, gazing out across their encampment, and then at Castle Barrmount. A cloud of thick tension seemed to hang over the place. He wondered what his lord had in store for the lady within."
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nThe Iron Plaines, the Witherlands\n\nMallsrek finally felt at home. His wish for violence had come true and here he was in command of his loyal men about to topple House Barrmont, the second thing that he hated the most. That was all good until his snivelling excuse of a brother, Shaydrin, had arrived to help with the campaign. There was only one thing that he hated more than House Barrmont and it was his brother who was always vying for their fathers attention.\n\nLooking down at his half brother he thought to himself how he could be related to such a thing. Shaking his head he focused on his favourite task, war.\n\n\"Let's just attack the castle now. We have the men and the supplies we need and they need to learn what happens when they go up against our House. I'll lead the assault while you can go play with your maps and the logistics for the campaign.\"\nHe sneered at the last comment, knowing full well that he was the best warrior and no one could deny his actions in battle."
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"author": "sigmamalefemcelonthegrind",
"message": "Chastity Blacktomb\nThe Iron Plaines, the Witherlands\n\nChastity pulled her lips into a tight worried frown underneath her mask, at the imagery Lackner provided of the entire castle burning to the ground. \"Ah. In that case, I'm glad I've been able to fully enjoy all Castle Barrmount has to offer.\" She gestured sarcastically at the wood they occupied. \"Maybe between the two of us, we can make off with some of the horses escaping the flames.\" \n\nWhile she joked with a clear confident voice, Chastity's grip on her reins tightened slightly. Those poor Barrmount girls. She sighed out loud and took a deep breath in. \"When this is over with I'm going to enjoy drinking the Barrmounts dry to a chorus of their thanks. I don't want to come across as overly familiar, but you'd be welcome return with me to enjoy the celebrations at Blacktomb castle. The smell's a bit much but they roast terrific boar up there.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Scarlett Prynne\nWitherlands\n\nScarlett hesitated a moment, wondering if this was really her place to speak. This was so far above her station; she was a confidant and a lover, not an advisor and certainly no lady. But perhaps she had the best view of the darkness in Lucius' world. She knew of a host of ghosts that haunted the families of the ruling classes; the dark secrets that were never meant to see the light of day. Now that Lucius had spoken on some of them, wasn't it her duty to warn the poor girl of all this?\n\nShe took a deep breath, then said, \"This is how they live, Cerei. It... Is not an easy life either. Secrets and lies; honor and deceit; light and dark... They are all mixed together, twisted every way, and it is difficult to tell what is real and what is a mere apparition.\" She chose her next words carefully. \"I would not make your decision lightly, Cerei, so don't rush to make it. But if you choose to join their world, this is something you will have to learn to live with and navigate. Lucius and I will be beside you every step of the way to protect you and care for you. But you can also choose not to accept this, if you wish. Either way, you have a great deal to learn.\""
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nThe Iron Plaines, the Witherlands\n\nMallsrek peered out from the gloom of his siege camp, surrounded by his hearthtroop, the most loyal of his soldiers ready to lay down their lives for their liege. Their reputation was one of dread and anarchy throughout the world, they stood tall in the mist, their faces etched with scars, harsh reminders of the atrocities they'd committed in the name of House Skagerlly.\n\nHe chuckled to himself as he analysed the remaining defenses of Castle Barrmount. His army had done a good job and before him lay a wasteland of destruction with only the thick stone walls of the ramparts still standing with difficulty. But he had no fear, his soldiers would make quick work of this settlement before he could enter victorious.\n\nThe plague had lain waste to the defenders and he could see countless numbers of refugees milling around in the enemy courtyard ambling about waiting for their end. It irritated him to be unable to wet his axe but he knew that there were more important events coming up where his warrior prowess would be required so that thought appeased his mind.\n\nTurning to one of his messengers he announces in a gruff voice:\n\n\"Gather all the refugees around the castle. Bring the able bodied and healthy ones back here and leave the rest there. Send pikemen to keep them at bay whilst you sort this out. And of course don't send my army, use our allies to do the dirty work. That's what they're for isn't it lads.\"\n\nHis hearthtroop laughed with him whilst the messengers ran off to obey his commands to the word."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "*Shaydrin Skagerlly*\n*The Iron Plaines, the Witherlands*\n\nShaydrin gave a wolfish sneer as his brother sent him staggering. It was Shaydrin who had the mindpower, Shaydrin who had the acumen, Shaydren who could grasp the idea of nuance; to spend even a moment in subjection to Mallsrek's crude, shallow physical power filled him with bile.\n\nHe stood there, back bent, teeth bared, seething with rage before his brother. *'My sister'? She's our sister, you animal.* But he knew that that meant nothing to Mallsrek, and it was bitter knowledge even to Shaydrin that the three shared a parent.\n\nThe anger in his face turned to helpless spite, and though he felt some curse swelling up behind his lips, he knew that what came out would only make his brother laugh in triumph. So he spat the feeble breath out into the chill and turned his face away, plodding onwards along the edge of the forest.\n\n*Later, within the camp*\n\nShaydrin sipped gently at his tea, the steam tickling his brow. For a moment, he withdrew from the world. His mind was occluded from his gathered subordinates by an inscrutable face, eyes soft and grey as the clouds above levelling a gentle gaze on the map. He lowered the cup from his face, holding it delicately between two slender, white hands, and then looked up at the scout's face. The tension on the man's chapped lips was palpable. He inclined his head a little and said, \"It was definitely Sir Lackner?\"\n\n\"Yes, m'lord.\"\n\n\"And no sign at all of Lord Bennard?\"\n\n\"No, m'lord. Just Sir Lackner. I couldn't see who was leading the Blacktombs.\"\n\nShaydrin eyed the map again, focusing on one marker in particular: Wrencrest. \"So it's true, I suppose. Uncle Benny's off to Taemar.\" He put his cup aside and leaned onto the table. \"And that leaves the Rowdy Wren for us to deal with. Now *That* Should be interesting.\"\n\nA stout man whom Shaydrin didn't recognise walked into the tent, and bent down by the ear of an attending Vivayn vassal. Shaydrin glared. \"Oh yes,\" He said, \"Stroll into my tent without so much as announcing yourself.\"\n\nThe man looked at Shaydrin. \"Apologies, m'lord.\" He stood up straight, meeting his hands at his waist. \"It's your brother—\"\n\n\"Oh my.\" Shaydrin sank back into his chair, looking up at the roof of the tent. \"All the pork finally got to his heart. The gods *Are* Good.\"\n\n\"Not quite, m'lord. Your brother is well. He's sent a messenger about, asking for men to weed out able bodies among the peasants.\"\n\n\"The one's we captured?\" Shaydrin asked, a lightning-flash of gravity striking his features. When the man replied with a sheepish nod, Shaydrin sighed and buried his face in his hands. \"Bloody fool. That pulp needed more time in his mother's belly, I swear.\" Shaydrin shook his head and stood up from his seat, shaking a finger, \"He can't just pluck recruits out between fucking plague victims.\"\n\n\"M'lord,\" The man said softly, \"I wouldn't recommend interfering. I'm told Lord Mallsrek was very particular.\"\n\n\"Then I'll go and make sure that this venture is as *Particular* As possible,\" Mallsrek retorted as he dragged his heavy black cloak off his chair, \"Else he'll kill off half our bloody army before we leave the Plaines.\"\n\n*Castle Barrmount*\n\nThe dying throngs were herded around like sheep. He heard women and children bleating like ewes and lambs, saw the odd man try to fight back with all the hopeless fervour of a sick ram, only to be cut down with ease. And like one of Vivayn's sheepdogs, or perhaps just a dark Skagerlly wolf, he prowled around the flocks, gazing upon them and seeing the sense of doom in their eyes.\n\nA gust of cold wind swept around the walls of the castle, going right through him and chilling his flesh to the aching bone. He hugged his cloak tighter around his body; as miserable as he felt, he knew that he was lucky to have any clothes on his back at all. Right before his eyes, people were being forced to strip themselves bare under the bleak, midday sky, their pale bodies exposed to the teeth of winter. He watched them shiver, saw the yellow pallor and dark rashes on many of their bodies.\n\nShaydrin shook his head with dismay. He'd seen a lot of horror in his life—what child of House Skagerlly didn't?—but the time of this plague seemed to be especially vile. All these people, bodies already full of pain and rot, being uncovered in the cold and cut at the necks. What was the point? Death by winter's chill was one of the most natural things of all; it was the hand of the gods themselves. Why not send them into the snow and let them die shivering in each other's arms? Why give them such crude, violent ends by man-made steel?\n\n*Hubris. That's what it is. Hubris is the reason you're here watching this, rather than sitting at home in front of a warm fire, with a fur over your lap and a cup of mulled wine in your hands.*\n\nHe saw two of Mallsrek's lackeys walking a young man by the arms. Despite being clearly underfed, he had a decently able look about him. Shaydrin would have let them go on if he hadn't noticed a discolouration on the inside of one of the man's arms.\n\n\"Stop,\" He said to the two soldiers. \"Look, under his arm.\"\n\nAn air of anxiety fell upon the two men as they let go of his arms. One peered at the spot, then looked over at Shaydrin. \"Well-spotted, m'lord.\"\n\nShaydrin nodded. \"Let's hope neither of you has it now.\"\n\n\"Gods willing,\" Said one of the men. He turned and gave the lad a powerful kick against the chest. Shaydrin could nearly hear ribs cracking. The young man fell back into the snow, gasping for air. \"Sorry, friend,\" Said the soldier as he raised the tip of his spear over the lad's heart.\n\nShaydrin looked away and walked on, hearing only a sharp, feeble cry behind him. He gave a withering sigh as he looked absently over the villagers, all surrounded by pikemen keeping them in place. He was considering leaving Mallsrek's men to their task; if they brought the plague back to the camp, then that was on them, and they'd be the first to feel the consequences anyway. At least he'd get to go home.\n\nAmidst the sickly wretches, his eyes caught sight of something bright. It was one girl in their midst; young, malnourished, but, as far as he could tell, far healthier than those around her. She was engulfed by peasants who were clearly infected, with their pallors and their rashes and their pink eyes, but the plague, it seemed, hadn't even touched her. Not only was her skin clear of any morbid corruption, but he could make out strange scarring on her shoulders and her back; all of her that he could clearly see. They didn't seem like any normal marks of violence.\n\nShe wasn't just another hopeless villager. There was something different about her. After a day of tearfully predictable scheming and slaughter, Shaydrin had finally found something that piqued his curiosity.\n\nHe reached under his cloak and drew his sword out into the open air, wincing as the cold slipped underneath his cover and stung his breast once more. Stepping forward, he made his way in between the pikemen and waved his sword side to side to keep the plague victims away. \"Back! Back! Keep your distance!\" The peasants flinched from his blade, but his attention was focused on just one of them. \"You,\" He called out, \"The girl with the scars. Get your clothes back on and come here.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren Tockett\nBarrmount Outer Perimeter\n\n*I'm okay with dying,* She told herself, her hand clenched around the pale marble given to her, the only thing now on her person. Her feet sank into the powdery snow that scarcely covered the gravel of the grounds, her eyes watching the blade of the soldier in front of her as it already dripped from another person's life taken. She felt her tongue press against the roof of her mouth as she looked up to watch the soldier's face, his eyes lifeless, a man who was too used to murder. She took a deep breath, but... The sudden pain never came.\n\nGlancing back, she watched as a man, pale as the snow around them, pushed the age by the tip of his sword, commanding *Her* To come forth. She looked to him with a confused look, her mouth remaining shut as she immediately obeyed, despite being under the blade of another soldier. She was very good at listening. \n\nShe couldn't find her own clothes in the pile, so she settled for grabbing a loose tunic without the stains of the plague touching it. She pulled it over her head, the shirt sheathing her frail body from the cold as she turned, walking toward the new man with her hands at her sides and the marble tucked away in the loosed stitched pocket of the tunic.\n\nHer feet were still bare, making small little prints in the snow, but they were only a shade of pink, not the blue that others were already turning in the frigid temperatures. \n\nShe didn't speak, only looking up to him with her dirty, doe-like appearance, her hands slowly reaching up and playing with the ends of her ratted hair."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nShaydrin stepped back to the foot of the wall, gazing down imperiously at her. He was tall, his thick cloak of dark hide covering a sinewy body. Dark-brown hair flowed in gentle waves from his crown down to a level with his chin, framing a proud, sculpted, kingly face. His eyes were polished jewels of cloud-grey, gentle though cold as they studied her face. He was a young-enough man, but as fine and statuesque as he was, there was a tired sheen under his eyes and stubble about his face.\n\n\"What's your name, girl?\" He asked. Though his look was more refined than many of the other men from the Reaper's Skull, he had the same coarse, low-toned accent as all the other Skagerlly men."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nMaren looked up at Shaydrin with steady innocence, studying his face as she followed him to the wall, staying a respectful distance. She was entranced with his look. My, he looked like one of those princes in the stories, the ones who would save poor damsels. She toyed with her hair, slowly speaking when spoken to, as if not to trip over her words as they fell out of her mouth.\n\n\"My name is Maren,\" She said softly, but loud enough that she wasn't mumbling. Her voice matched her, really, with a soft lilt. She was almost like a fairy, standing there and fidgeting gently. \n\nHer accent was odd. It was northern. *Far* Northern. She held the pronunciations of Oldtongue, her words ending roughly as she watched him, blinking too little to be natural. She wanted to keep this new man in her sights, afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear.\n\n\"My last name is Tockett, but I don't want it.\" She said afterward, looking away, finally, as if she were immoral for saying such a thing. \"Are you going to kill me, sir?\""
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nThe Iron Plaines, the Witherlands\n\nHis axe struck one of his opponents, gorging a dent into the shield, which now was only held by a thin strip of leather. He relished training with his hearthroop, he was in his element, pouring blood, mud and sweat with his men, preparing for the only thing he knew of this world: war. It was common training to pit four men against him, one of the most crucial training methods he knew to improve his already highly heightened battle skills. Tripping one of the soldiers up he then whipped around and struck another with the butt of his great axe. Yes he was fighting, but not for his life, these troops needed to be up to par with him.\n\nSuddenly he heard a commotion coming from the ring of onlookers and he turned around to see the messenger he had given orders to earlier push his way through the crowd. \"That's enough for the moment lads.\" He says gruffly to his four sparring partners before striding over to the messenger and looking down at him. There was a clear height difference between the two, only made worse by Mallsrek's frame which blotted out the sky when the messenger looked up. \"Have you carried out my orders to the word?\" He barks it out, glaring at the messenger, who looks like he's about to faint.\n\nThe messenger answers quietly fearing the rage of Mallsrek at what he was about to say. \"Your brother Shaydrin said that he would take care of that as you commanded.\"\n\nMallsrek was consumed with fury, knowing full well that his brother had no intention in following his orders, but instead do what suited him the most. He shouts in a loud voice, tainted with anger. \"Saddle the horses, I'll go see this snivelling wimp and ensure that my orders are followed correctly. Meanwhile the rest of you get back to training, we have a war to finish and last I checked it hasn't stopped whilst my idiot half brother has been meddling with my commands.\" With that he turns and heads back to his tent, putting on his armour and helm, strapping his shield to his back and grabbing his weapons. \"Time to go teach that impudent excuse a lesson in manners.\"\n\n\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nMallsrek thundered through the devastated ruins, followed by a small proportion of his hearthtroop. Hearing the thunder of hooves refugees parted ways and hid from this beast of a man. His reputation was not one to be trifled with and they knew that nothing good awaited them if the met him. Approaching the figure of his brother he reined his destrier to a halt and signalled for his men to stay where they were, before dismounting and approaching Shaydrin.\n\n\"So now you don't listen to my orders you coward? Need I remind you that I'm in charge here. You're only here because I allow it. And before you say anything, I know you have your uses but this is not one of them. Go back to the tent and sort out the diplomacy.\"\n\nOnly now did he notice the small huddled figure of the girl and a smirk found it's way on his bearded face. \"I never knew you liked them so young. Maybe it's because they can't put up a fight unlike a woman.\" He broke into a guttural laugh, the men surrounding them joining in."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nShaydrin looked off towards the distant north. \"So it would seem.\" Turning his gaze back down to her, he gave her a frown. \"It pains me to tell you this, but being from some far-flung, sunless fishing village that sacrifices little babbies to the brine ...\" He shook his head. \"That's not very unique. It certainly doesn't explain why—\"\n\nHe straightened suddenly at the sound of incoming horsemen. Looking away from her, he beheld his half-brother dismounting and striding up to him. The stormy air that hung around Mallsrek as he approached sent goosebumps rippling across Shaydrin's skin. Purely a reaction of the flesh, of course; Shaydrin's mind was used to this man's abuse, and he knew that whatever was about to happen would not be the end of him, at least. Father would have Mallsrek's head otherwise.\n\nShaydrin turned to face his brother. He brushed his cloak back, and rested a gloved hand casually on the hilt of his sword, maintaining a blank expression as he regarded Mallsrek. He was barely able to give Mallsrek a nod of salutation before the big brute started ranting at him. His remarks concerning Maren made Shaydrin's skin crawl, and he felt the familiar urge to hack out the rotten lungs that dared give air to such words.\n\nSwallowing his venom, Shaydrin raised his brows at Mallsrek. \"You should be gracious, brother. I'm helping to sanitize your little endeavour here.\" He nodded towards the speared corpse in the snow. \"Like that poor sod there, who nearly brought the plague into our midst. Surely we have enough men as it is? And even more when Lord Nathaniel manages to get the Plainsmen on our side.\" \n\nHe looked at the herded peasants. \"Bringing more men into the fold is an important matter of *Logistics*, brother. Surely you should have asked Father beforehand?\" He was barely able to contain his smirk."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nMaren was going to correct Shaydrin about the whole sacrificing babies. They didn't kill little babies, that would be awful, terrible, although there wasn't much to be said about what her father did to *Her*. She made a note in her mind to correct him after he was done talking, but they were interrupted by a stark spike in their ears.\n\nMaren turned around to look up at Mallsrek with raised eyebrows, and she instinctively backed up, closer to Shaydrin, standing partially in front of him. This was not a sandwich that she wanted to be a part of, the tension in the air made her feel on edge.\n\nShe dug her bare toes into the snow, looking in between them as they spoke with aggressive undertones and words that heated the bitter cold air.\n\nShe looked even more confused when she was mentioned. Why would she fight an adult? She furrowed her brow deeply, scratching at the front of her neck in confusion. If she had the chance to ask them what they meant, she would, eventually. But for now, her place as not only as a child, but also as a girl, was to be quiet, and not speak unless spoken to."
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\n\"I do not need to ask Father anything, you should know better. Remember your place otherwise I'll help you remember it. \" He says gripping his great axe menacingly in front of Shaydrin. \"You say our side brother, but that's not more troops for our house, instead it's for House Vivayn, who are powerful enough as it is. These recruits will join the Skagerlly ranks, we can use them as a meat shield for the rest of our troops, I mean it's either death at war or dying of hunger out in the wastelands. At least here they have a chance for redemption and possibly glory for one or two of them.\"\n\nWith that he orders the soldiers around him to carry on their work herding the able bodied refugees together. \"I suggest brother that you carry on in your role of supervision, go play with your little maps and with that girl there if you so wish but stay out of my way or you'll regret it.\"\n\nHe turns around and takes a few steps away before turning back to face him. \"What are Nathaniel's plans then if you seem to know so much? I want to get this waste of a siege finished and get back to the proper work.\" He smirks at his last comment before glaring at his half brother, waiting for an answer."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\n*Oh, so it's I who should know better?* A bitter wad of spit rose up to his gums. Mallsrek's words almost tasted of treason, of sedition against House Vivayn. There was no hope trying to contain the power of the Snow Crow; its wings already had their shadow over House Skagerlly. That was how it was, and how it always had been, no matter how powerful the Skagerllys were over their own subjects, or over those who fell in their way. Mallsrek had all the vivacity and ambition that any heir apparent should have, and none of the insight necessary to make good use of it. It was moments like these, when he saw his half-brother at his worst, that Shaydrin felt most vividly both the potential glory of his lordship, and his mournful distance from acquiring it.\n\n\"Nathaniel's plan,\" He said, enunciating his words with a seething growl, \"Is to make the Barrmount's kneel to us. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what you *All* Want?\" He pointed at Mallsrek's men. \"To drink the Barrmount's ale, to have at their food and their silver and their women?\" He cawed a laugh at them. \"Burn these halls down, and the fruit of your foolishness will be short-lived. Have faith in one of the few men in this army who has any meaningful spark in his head, and you'll all benefit.\n\n\"And you, Mallsrek. Lord of all the Iron Plains, with the mistress of the Barrmount tribe as your wedded wife.\" He looked up at the heights of Castle Barrmount. \"Poor Sibyl. She may be a Barrmount, but no woman deserves *You*. Though I pray for our liege lord's success, part of me hopes that the poor woman will get a knife, or some poison, smuggled to her chambers before the time comes.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"But with luck, you'll have a lovely, living bride to marry. You and all your men can spoil yourself on the Barrmount bounty for years to come.\" His face softened, and he brushed past Maren to come close to Mallsrek's face, his beautiful grey eyes narrowed and spiteful. \"Meanwhile, men like me, and Father, and Nathaniel, will all be reaping the *True* Fruits of our victory.\""
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\n\"You think that I'm satisfied with making them bow to us? Then you do not know me brother. I wish to make them all pay for their insufferable existence. The Crimson River will run red with their blood for days after I'm done with them, and that will only be the start of their suffering, isn't that right lads? We'll wipe their whole existence off this map, I'll do it singlehandedly if I must.\" He looked around, his hearthtroop all nodding their heads at his words, no surprise there since they were his most loyal and fearsome subjects. \"Aye the Barrmount woman will be spared, she will bear me sons who will fight for the honour of our house, unlike weasels like you who prefer to sit behind a desk rather than lead on the battlefield.\" He spat those words out, his face contorting in disgust. \"We may be vassals to House Vivayn, but that doesn't meab that we have to remain weak. Our military is strong, but I will forge it into an elite fighting force that nothing can stand in the way of.\"\n\n\"Once we're done with House Barrmount, we'll go raiding elsewhere. I won't be caught sitting still back at the Weeping Pit, it is time to make good our reputation and strike fear in our enemies. They won't see us coming and they will regret the day we do. Do unto others hey brother, at least we can agree on that can't we?\" He looks at him his anger having disappeared, his features calmer now.\n\n\"You can sort out the diplomatics of this siege and all the rest can't you?"
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nMaren was scared of all the arguments, and she kept her mouth shut, but she began to wonder if the brothers knew they were still in danger around the people who were sick.\n\n\"Everyone is sick, sire.\" She eeped up to the bigger, angrier one. \"I'm the only one who's not, see... They all are sick.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nShaydrin opened his mouth to retaliate against his brother, but stopped to look at the girl and hear her meek words. There was a faint tremble in his spine to see the girl speaking to Mallsrek, and no less seeming to imply his ignorance (or, more accurately, to expose it). It was a danger-sense of Mallsrek's potential reaction. Shaydrin locked eyes on Mallsrek. \"She ain't sick, Mallsrek. Look at her. And look at all the folk she was with.\" He gestured behind to the peasants from whom he had extracted Maren, who still were being sorted through and almost all given the blade. \"Doesn't that seem curious to you, brother? Or that she's marked all over like she's one of the sacred stones?\" He looked goadingly at all of Mallsrek's men. \"Would none of you have fear for the gods? Would none of you heed a sign?\" He challenged of them with a harsh, rising tone, grabbing the girl by the collar and displaying her to them with a face full of wrath."
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nHe let the comment slide from the young girl, she had the guts to speak which showed courage and he wasn't one to punish courage. \"I have no idea whether it is the gods at work, or if she has been lucky, but do with her as you will, she is of no use to me if she can't fight in our battle-lines. She can hold the candle while you work.\" He turned around and surveyed his surroundings before saying in a loud clear voice. \"Men get back to work before I make you. This siege won't last long and we'll be rejoicing before long.\" He then turned and eyed his brother before saying quietly. \"What now brother?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nShaydrin pursed his lips at Mallsrek. Looking around them, he answered, \"We wait until our liege is finished with the Lady Barrmount. Then we can 'rejoice' all we want.\" He took a step closer to his half-brother, his expression severe, and in furtive tones said, \"Until then, be careful what you're heard saying so close to Nathaniel's men. We're entering a stage in this campaign where the question of loyalty will be very bloody important. If, because of you, people start questioning our devotion, you'll have Nathaniel *And* Father to worry about.\""
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\n\"First of all, what exactly do you mean about our liege finished with the Lady Barrmount? Are we talking about diplomacy here or something else, because if that is the case then ...\" He lets the words hang in the air, heeding his brother's advice for once. He grips the hilt of his great axe, looking around suspiciously at Nathaniel's men before saying quietly. \"Don't worry about them, they'll throw us under the bridge once they have no need for our army. We do all the dirty deeds for them. I will remain loyal as long as Father is on the throne. No guarantees later on. Now can we get this bloody siege finished, or at least let me attack.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nWhen she was pushed forward by Shaydrin, she timidly turned her head away, reaching up and grabbing at Shaydrin's hand on her collar as Mallsrek looked down at her and spoke about how little she truly mattered. She bowed her head and spun around, afterward, walking right back into Shaydrin and hugging onto him in a very sad attempt to hide from everyone. \n\nShe was impressed by the soft warmth of the expensive cloth that made up Shaydrin's appearance, sighing a little. Even if for a tiny moment, she didn't mind protecting herself against someone who scared her a little, too."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nShaydrin felt the rising wave of tension in his brother's voice, and as Mallsrek gripped the handle of his axe, Shaydrin fingered the hilt of his sword. *Careful, Mallsrek. For the sake of our house.* Thankfully, a cool air seemed to descend on his half-brother's mind, though Mallsrek's disdainful words did nothing to soothe Shaydrin's wider concerns.\n\n\"Well,\" He said, \"It ain't us who'll be finishing the siege.\" He tried to shift his legs, but met with an encircling resistance. Glaring down, he noticed only then that the girl was embracing his waist; the confrontation with Mallsrek had been too heated for him to notice. He sighed, and looked once more into his half-brother's eyes. \"It's them, the Barrmounts. They need to surrender.\" He looked off to the castle walls. \"For all intents and purposes, they already have. We're *In* The castle now. We could burn this place to the ground and scatter them to the hills.\" He fixed a stern eye on Mallsrek. \"But only if our liege lord says to. \n\n\"And come here,\" He continued, taking Mallsrek's arm and trying to turn him away from his men. Shaydrin threw a glance over his shoulder, then whispered, \"There's an army on the way. Blacktombs and Wrencrests. Shouldn't be enough to match us even one-to-two, so if you see them standing at the edge of the forest, do *Not* Let your hounds loose on them, and do *Not* Incite anyone else to attack. They're only coming to posture. I've heard no reports of any other vassals coming to their lords' aid.\""
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\n\"Good, I want to get this waiting game done. You may enjoy sitting around doing nothing but we need something to. If it's not done soon I'm storming into that keep and taking the castle for our alliance.\" He says sneeringly, knowing full well that no one would be able to stop him doing so.\n\n\"You're right about one thing, even one-to-two our army would make mincemeat of them, I wouldn't even have to commit my hearthtroop to rout those curs all the way back to their mothers. So I should just order our army to stand down from a fight? Surely we can take the opportunity to wipe them off the face of the map, then we wouldn't need to worry about them in the future, instead of allowing them to live another day and possibly pose a threat to us later on. But I trust you on this brother, I'll double the patrols and post more sentries. Also I've already given the order for our camp to be even further fortified.\"\n\nTurning around he motioned to one of his soldiers who kicked his horse forward and stopped in front of Mallsrek. Even atop his horse the soldier was tiny in comparison to his lord. \"Ride back to camp, double the range and number of patrols. Double the sentries, and increase the speed of fortifications. Also if there are any signs of an enemy force on the horizon, your orders are not to engage, instead send runners to find me immediately. Go now.\" The messenger rode off quickly to follow his orders.\n\n\"There little brother, that issue is sorted.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nWhile Mallsrek detached from the conversation to bark orders, Maren looked up at Shaydrin, pulling a part of his cloak over her body.\n\n\"What's a Vivayn?\" She asked quietly, her little brow furrowing. \"Are they kings?\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Shaydrin Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nShaydrin stared down at Maren for a silent moment. \"Kings of Reaper's Skull. Soon to be Kings of the Witherlands, if their current lord gets his way. Though I fear their line could well end with his sickly, probably-impotent self.\"\n\nWhen Mallsrek turned back to him, Shaydrin met his sibling's gaze for a moment, then through an eye the woods. \"I suppose we should tell Father. I would have already if all this hadn't robbed my attention. He needs to know that we're looking at an intervention by at least *Some* Of the Barrmount's underlings.\" He reached down and took Maren's wrist in his hand, wrenching it from his waist. \"Scatter the news throughout the camp. I want to have a few words with this little whelp.\""
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"author": "legatus1825",
"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\n\"You deal with that brother whilst I go handle the man's business, wouldn't want something to go wrong now would we.\" He turned round to the men handling the refugees and shouted at them so they could hear. \"Take whatever refugees you've checked and bring them back to the camp. Leave the rest here, they won't be our worry for much longer. And at the double men.\"\n\nWithout another look at his brother he strode off to his destrier, strapping his axe to the saddle he climbed into the saddle with ease for a man of his size. Atop his war horse he was an unmistakable figure, built for one thing, war. He kicked his horse into a trot, quickly going back to his hearthtroop. \"We ride hard back to camp lads, lets move now.\" With that he sped his horse up into a gallop and the group of fearsome warriors rode off back down the road they had arrived on an hour ago. After a few minutes their only presence was the large plume of dust billowing into the sky as they sped along the track with haste."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren \nOutside Castle Barrmount\n\nMaren furrowed her brow, not knowing what impotent meant, but King meant something. It was always something she imagined, a king. But she could never really get the details right. What a king really was. She thought about that as Mallsrek and Shaydrin spoke.\n\nGetting suddenly wrenched away from Shaydrin's mild warmth, she squirmed a little, before complying and looking up at Shaydrin with mild discomfort. One wouldn't call it fear. But definite discomfort. She tried to relax, taking a deep breath. She would be a good girl, just like her father always told her she wasn't. If she did as she was told, this man wouldn't punish her, hopefully.\n\nWhat a way to treat a sign of the Gods."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn \nLady Barrmount's Head Office, Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nLord Nathaniel extended his neck over to her, at her comments, smiling almost softly in response to the feigned upward curvature of her lips. They were soft and delicate, perhaps even more so than her younger sister's, to his surprise. \n\nSlowly, he moved from the bay window overlooking the masses to return to her in the centre of the room, his eyes darting from place to place in Lady Barrmount's office, his body following his curiosity as he eyed all the adornments of the Barrmounts and what they held dear, and it was made clear from what they displayed to whomever they would host. Strength. Honour. Integrity. That was made apparent just by the mere image of their mighty armoured horse banners. The armoured horse would buck their masters off of them if they were neglected and not properly maintained. They were not ones to endure slights, or suffer improprieties. They were prideful and steadfast. The masters of these particular warhorses had long become nothing more than a stranger to them, a ghost of a shadow that once rode them so proudly, but now lead them in to pastures full of nothing but barren soil and ash. He could use that.\n\n\"Immortality. Such a forbidden term.\" He kept restlessly pacing around her where she stood in the centre of her office, like a snake coiling around its prey. \"Its utterance can shake even the vagrohls to their cores in their hovels, up in their sequestered mountains. Because even they, with their millennia's worth of knowledge of our Frozen Gods know not of the untapped power of immortality. The robed relics of the frozen faith cannot comprehend the sheer thought of it; what it would mean if one were to ascend to Godhood beside the other deities. They, along with the large majority of our collective people, with their small, microscopic minds consider the notion unnatural,\" He stepped closer to her, his breath was cold and unfamiliar to the skin, biting, almost. \n\n\"But I have seen things,\" He continued, \"Things that were not meant for eyes of mere mortals. Things that would pry open those small, microscopic minds and melt them all in one instant. Things that made me *Believe,\"* He finished with a hushed whisper, bowing slightly so she could hear him and listen intently, as if what they were discussing was so unholy, so blasphemous that it was like to cause the Frozen Gods to smite them down then and there. \"I have seen the irises of a dead Prince illuminate once more with life and thirst. I have seen spilled crimson pool at the floor and materialise in to black matter, paling the entire hall as the moonlight glimmered off of it. I have heard their raucous, ravenous cries echo as the incarnation of royalty begins anew. Now I know,\" His voice began to rise, \"From Wingsway all the way past the Black Arches and through the Abyss, I have seen them and I have heard them. They call to me. The vagrohls, they hear them through vague murmurs and brief groans, but I have heard them *Shriek* At me. Their drumming pulsates through me... The never-ending drumming. It summons me to war.\" Abruptly, he broke the close-quarters between them.\n\n\"You know why I'm here. War wages on, yet the Great House of the Iron Plaines remains neutral. Why did you not declare for the Ice Lord?\" Her uninvited guest asked her."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams\nOff the coast of the Isle of Rikkon, The Abyss\n\nPersephoen watched as Thugsby leaned over the side of her ship, the Jam Jar. In his hands was a long pole, designed to break up and push away the larger chunks of ice that would certainly harm the hull of her prized ship, the Jam Jar. The Jam Jar was not a pretty ship, nor was it a seaworthy. In truth, the Jam Jar was just as fragile as it's namesake. But what the Jam Jar lacked in stability and strength, it made up for in gumption. Gumption, in this case, was the fly in the proverbial jam jar. And the fly, in this case, was Dame Clarabella Cooch. \n\nDame Clarabella Cooch was Prince Nickles. She had seen right through the hideous boy's disguise straight away. Maybe it was the way each one of his eyes seemed to move on their own accord, or the three strands of hair that poked out from his wide, pink sunhat, or his teeth, which had grown back brown and scraggly, like the butts of blown out cigars. Something about it made her heart skip a beat, because it was sexy. Or maybe it was because everyone at the Council of Marin had noticed the fact that Dame Clarabella Cooch was the Rat Prince of Feyshore, but ignored it because they were PUSSIES. Only Thugsby had the BALLS to admit the truth. The way he had leaned over as if to whisper, and then spoke loudly into her ear. She looked at him now, his thick, pasty back muscles rippling and steaming in the frosty air of her homeland. \n\n\"I'm surrounded by sexy dudes.\" She whispered. \n\nShe wondered if Nickles had found out that they were not taking him to the Southern Isles yet."
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"message": "**Thorod Lockbeard/Damien Brass\nThe Horn Hills/Dokva's Eye**\n\nA sigh of exasperation echoed across the throne room as Thorod stared down at Damien. \"So you call me here to deal with your fishermen?\" He questioned. He received no answer, from the man who sat beside the Sea King's Throne.\n\nThe throne room itself had greatly improved since David took control. The walls that used to just show dark old stones had now been covered by House Brass's banners and the banners of the vassals that serve under them. The room looked brightened by the more illuminating candles, placed by the entrance of the room and at its center.\n\nThe largest and most profound of all the candles sat near to the end of the room, placed in a pure brass holder, unlike the other candles, which were placed in only copper. It was crafted to resemble the tentacles of the spiked squid. It stood there proudly, only lit when a member of House Brass was present in the halls.\n\nThorod had let out another deep sigh from his nose as he waited for an answer from this lesser man that sat before him. \"Is that it? Sea King's Bosun, did you ask me to arrive here to deal with a group of fishermen? To provide justice for their disrespect to the Horn Hills and its king, is that it?\" A long silence filled the room as Damien still said nothing. Thorod grew frustrated then suddenly barked out, \"SPEAK!\"\n\nDamien almost jumped from his seat at the sudden bellow from the Overlord of Leviathan's Den's mouth. He'd been struggling to try to explain the situation in its best form. He didn't wish to make a mistake; he wanted everything to be crystal clear before answering Thorod's question. *I must speak quickly. I'll have to think more about my words as I speak them, I suppose*, the elder of House Brass thought to himself.\n\nDamien began to speak, his voice as clear as the wind that swirled outside Castle Seabounded.\n\"Yes, Overlord Lockbeard, you are here to deal with this situation, for not just House Brass but the people we rule. This fishing period grows ever direr. The capture of the bounties of the sea needs to keep happening at our shores. If not many more may die. I send you out now to Dokva's Eye to directly get this situation dealt with. You have my permission as acting Bosun to do whatever is needed.\"\n\nDamien took no pride, happiness, or even a feeling of accomplishment by saying those words.\n*It's what David would have me do and like it or not, I'm ruling the Horn Hills. I am not ruling for the wants of others or even myself. I have to rule for David, even if I don't like this choice I'm making*, he thought to himself as he looked down upon Thorod from the few stones steps that separated them.\n\n\"You will have a few guardsmen to guide you to the small cave, but after that, they must leave you alone to do this task. All able men are to be fishing, training, helping with the building of more ships,\" He sighed softly, \"Or to be keeping the thralls working. You can handle yourself. You are a champion,\" He gestured to the master-crafted armor, coated in brass and steel with the sigil of House Brass burned into the center of it, that Thorod had earned. \"They are unarmed men and women of faith. As I said, what needs to be done to get them fishing, do it.\"\n\nThorod almost laughed at Damien. *He be commanding me as a ruler in the South would. All words, nothing behind them. Weak talk from a weak man*. He locked eyes with Damien, then he simply nodded. Then he turned and took his leave. *David better reward me for helping him child-sit, having to deal with such foolishness*.\n\nDamien then sat alone in the throne room. The only company he had were the lights that were spread out across the halls. *The days grow longer. David hopefully won't be too much longer. I will admit I feel less stressed without him watching my every movement in judgement, although that feeling of him watching me is much better than the whole Horn Hills watching me in judgement. I won't fail again. He sighed out loud. If I do, I'll be dead in the mud*.\n\nThorod then travelled around the markets and other sites of worship spread across the Horn Hills. The walk itself wasn't long. It had been getting through the number of people that had been the first big issue.\n\nMost of the people only had on ragged clothing. They all smelled of sea salt or lumber. If they'd been lucky, on their feet there would be some crudely made sandals. They all wandered through the tightness of the poorly made paths like a pack of rats trying to fit down a drain pipe.\n\nThe paths were mostly made of old and broken stone. The only path that was looked after was the path towards Castle Seabounded. The stones were replaced often, unlike most other paths leading to different markets and other places. Inside Castle Seabounded were mostly sharp stones only turning smooth near the throne room. On the outside of the castle, the paths were only made with spiky stones and dirt.\n\nChaos reigned as Thorod saw the rush of the market.The madness of some people caused Thorod to shake his head in disbelief. The people were selling whatever they could just for food. The market runners were giving anything as food away, just to get the hungry people to leave before they turned violent. They'd take raw food, rotting food, a boot. It didn't matter. They'd take it and just try to eat it.\n\nThorod frowned as he stepped through the crowds slowly. He kept close to the guardsmen provided by Damien, not wishing to lose them in this swarm. Thorod had been to the Horn Hills before. It hadn't been like this. *A few fish aren't caught, and this happens. Gluttonous, all of them. Unable to stay their hunger. Weaklings. I can't believe this once relaxed walk has become this*.\n\nHis thoughts were cut off by him having to shove two women out of his way. \"Move or be moved,\" He said. He then had to shove three men out of his way soon after saying those words.\n\nThey walked out towards the larger paths leaving the panicked crowds behind them. After a while of walking out, they reached another odd point on a different path. The stones turned from a greyish colour to a reddish colour. It appeared to be some odd red dust on the stones.\n\nThorod looked up and saw two men and one woman. A red hand marking was placed on the side of their necks. They all looked up at Thorod as the guardsmen stood by his side. The man standing in the middle of three spoke. \"We are the gentle touch, the soft whisper, the hands that have been touched by the Salt Breath.\" He held his right hand up. It also seemed to be covered in the same dust-like red substance that covered the ground.\n\nThorod rubbed the side of his face, visibly disinterested in what the followers of the Salt Breath had to say. \"And I am the Uninterested. I have been sent to go to Dokva's Eye, not to hear your words of faith. My time shall not be wasted.\"\n\nThe three figures stepped back, bowing their heads quickly. \"We shall not keep you. Just remember the breath is always with you,\" The woman said quietly as they all turned to walk off. One of the followers stopped mid-step then spoke aloud to Thorod as he continued his way to Dokva's Eye.\"We are peaceful, but if you are in any danger with the followers of the relic ways we are here to offer any help. We are all ship-men together in the sea that surrounds us. By the will of the Salt Breath it blesses us with its presence.\"\n\nThorod ignored the man and commanded one of his guardsmen. \"Come on now, the quicker we get there the less time I have to walk in the sand.\" He glanced down and noticed that some of the sand became redder the deeper he pressed his foot into it. Then he turned to one of the guardsmen with him. \"Is red sand common?\" He questioned.\n\nThe guardsman shrugged. \"I've never been this far out, Overlord Lockbeard, but I have heard tales of such things, and well we saw some just a moment ago\". The guardsman cleared his throat. \"Those followers were covered in it. It might make them closer to the breath?\"\n\nThorod continued to walk as he spoke. \"So they think it does something for them. It is an odd thing,\" He said as he gestured to the red sand. \"Strange even that sand could appear this way. Anyway no more words from you. You've answered my question. Now be silent.\"\n\nThe guardsman frowned and opened his mouth to speak back but thought better of it after he saw what David's champion had done in the past. He knew better than to speak up against the titan of a man he was commanded to follow.\n\nThorod continued his walk across the seaside. He turned his head sharply. He then saw in front of him a gathering of people, on their hands and knees, covered in shells, rotten flesh, seaweed, and whatever else, all shaped into a poorly made armor of some kind. Thorod knew what these people were doing, and it disgusted him.\n\nThe individuals had been seemingly offering themselves towards the sea itself. Some of their bodies appeared hollow, covered in rashes and scars, most likely from the salt of the sea brushing against them for so long. Thorod narrowed his eyes in contempt. *These beggars, vultures of the sea. Waiting for the Fishermen in the sky to feed them, clothe them. They are weak not just because of their foolish beliefs. Because they earn nothing*.\n\nOne of the followers of the Watchers of the sea slowly leaned upward, his face covered with a half-broken human skull, wrapped together crudely with bits of lizard skin and crab shells. His eyes went wide as they met with Thorod's. He screamed out suddenly causing all men but Thorod to jump in surprise.\n\n\"THIS IS OUR BOUNTY! NO OUTSIDERS HERE! NOT IN TIMES LIKE THESE! SHOO SHOO!\"\n\nHis yells echoed across the seaside. The man's voice sounded dry, like water hadn't met his lips in many days and nights. The yelling continued, nevertheless.\n\n\"WE ARE THE PATIENT! WE ARE THE THANKFUL! WE SHALL NOT WITHER! WE WILL NOT DIE! WE WILL BE GIFTED WHAT IS NEEDED!\"\n\nThe man's voice grew louder and more cracked as he yelled. His eyes widened, his sliced arms held up high to the sky.\n\n\"THEY WATCH US AND GIFT US! THEY WATCH US AND GIFT US! REWARDED WE SHALL BE! YOU BE GIVEN NOTHING! YOU STEAL AND NOTHING MORE!\"\n\nHe waved his hands wildly and called out. The sea waves crashed against his back and covered his fellow followers who still laid on their hands and knees as they waited for their Watchers to give them anything.\n\n\"THIEVES NOTHING MORE! WE ALL SAIL AS TOLD! NOW YOU LEAVE!\"\n\nThorod simply turned away from the yelling men and walked on. *They are lucky, that they out of all these, he let out a sigh at that moment in time, groups that they caught the most fish. If not, I'd kill them all for yelling such nonsense at me. I'd even offer them as a gift to the sea herself*.\n\nAfter many distractions and obstacles, he stood before the entrance into Dokva's Eye. Thorod stared for a moment, and just before his guardsmen could speak to him, he ignored them and simply walked towards the small cave.\n\nIt was a struggle at first, getting into the cave itself. He'd had to leave his dual-sided battle axes outside being unable to get in with them at all. A guardsman offered an idea. \"We could make a trip back to get ya other weapons. Your large steel hammers, they might be able to squeeze through?\"\n\nThorod shook his head at such a notion. \"It would take you men too long to return with my hammers and they only be slightly smaller than the axes. All my weapons are made of strong steel, well-made steel. I won't risk it being lost to those crowds at the market or you lot getting jumped by those crab folk by the sea's edge.\"He turned away from the guardsmen as he stared into the cave. \"I need no weapons. I am the first and last Lockbeard. That will be enough,\" He said to himself as he walked toward the cave with no weapons, just armor.\n\nOnce Thorod fully entered the cave with a bit of struggle, he started to see a small blue light. The cave's stones crumbled under his large feet as he walked toward the source of the light. Then he saw it: a round gathering of water, placed in the center of the cave. It looked like an eye, alright, true as the sea was blue. A black stone in the center of the circle-shaped pond created a great likeness to an eye. This was Dokva's Eye.\n\nThorod cleared his throat as he quickly called out into the darkness. He stepped forward as he did so. \"Come out!\" He bellowed.\"Stand before me. No harm will come to you if you don't waste my time!\"\n\nNot an answer or sound could have even been heard, except the sound of the water calmly flowing around and around, only moving in response to the vibrations of Thorod's loud voice. Thorod felt the darkness grow around him, his movement limited by his size and armor. He looked around as he bellowed again, \"Don't push this! I'll snap your necks with one hand! I'll smash you to death with your own spines!\"\n\nHe grunted as he thought he had seen a shadow in the corner of his eye, but it disappeared before he could fully see it. It was hard to see anything in the darkness of the cave. His eyes moved faster now as the shadows kept dancing in the corner of his eyes.\n\nHe yelled out, \"Show yourselves!\", a slight panic in his voice as he thought he had heard footsteps near him, but once again he had seen nothing. He gritted his teeth and he looked toward the pool. The bright blue water was his only source of light. He looked for any reflection beside his own.\n\nThen he saw a reflection in the water. Suddenly Thorod moved at such a speed, that if someone saw a seven-foot man move so quickly, they wouldn't believe it. He spun around and lunged his large right hand out, catching a cloaked figure, and he pulled them out from the darkness and held them up high.\n\nTheir legs kicked in the air as Thorod's grip tightened around their throat.\n\nThorod violently threw them down to the stone ground, his grip still tightened. He waited for the snap. He'd punish this figure for the feeling of unease he felt in darkness. \"Die,\" He said, his teeth gritted in anger.\n\nThe snap echoed across the holy place. Blood had been spilt in the cave that held Dokva's Eye. Only Thorod's heavy breathing could have been heard as the silence crept back in. Thorod called out, \"I said what I'd do.\" He slowly turned the cloaked figure's dead body around, then grabbed the back of their neck. He started ripping and tearing through the clothing, the flesh, and the bone, each horrific sound echoed across the small cave. With a loud crack, the once-cloaked figure's spine laid in Thorod's blood-covered right hand.\n\nHe then looked to the body and started to smack it with the spine and called out in rage. \"I said this. Your blood, your own spines would be broken and spilt\". Each word he spoke was followed by a sound of breaking bone hitting dead flesh.\n\nHe did this for a few more moments until he noticed that more cloaked figures had appeared and just stood there, watching his actions. He closed his eyes letting out a long sigh. He suddenly threw the spine down, then opened his eyes once again as he kicked the beaten corpse toward them.\n\nHe spoke loudly, \"You will fish again or this will happen again. Next time I will be armed.\" He pointed to Dokva's Eye. \"David, your Sea King, the King of the Seas himself, follows her better than any of you!\" He called out, taking a moment to gather his breath. The cloaked figures remained silent; they just watched as he spoke to them after killing one of their own. \"He gave this order, not the Disappointment. David knows her will better than any of you. You will fish and help the Horn Hills build larger ships. Is that understood?\" At that moment there was a long silence. Thorod said again, louder this time, \"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!\"\n\nHis shout echoed around them all, then almost at once the voices of men, women, and children all called out and said, \"**Understood**.\"\n\nThorod stood there a moment not being able to see any of their faces. He narrowed his eyes as he turned to leave, wiping his blood-covered hands on the cave wall as he walked off. \"You have three days,\" He said bluntly. \"Dokva deserves better. Don't disappoint her again. She is strong,\" He said under his breath, \"As we all should be. She made us. Like I said, you have three days,\" He grunted as he walked out the way he entered, leaving the followers of the old way to clean up his message.\n\nThorod busted his way out of the cave, like a chicken out of an egg. He looked around, knowing the guardsmen were gone. He looked up at the sky. It had turned dark. He paused as he spoke softly to himself, \"How long was I-\" He cut himself off as he shook his head, as he tried to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine. \"I've done my part, for my King, for Dokva's will. The deed is done.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams\nOn the Jam Jar, sailing ever closer to the Cleburn Ramsalot Memorial Prison \n\nPersephoen thought back to the beginning of her voyàge whilst holding the comb sized cornhusk doll. The husk of corn doll crumbled in Tim Tam's clammy hands and she disregarded it entirely, casting it off as insignificant refuse! A note was produced from the ashes of the now forsaken husk of corn doll. \n\nDespite being spitting image of the Rat Prince, it was not his exact size. It was only five inches tall. Persephone was not sure why Nickles thought that anyone would mistake him for a five inch tall corn doll, as he was not five inches tall, unlike the corn doll, which was. Nickels was bigger and fatter. The note that was attached was also of \"Fucked up\" Quality. \n\nPercy Phoney's grub-like hands gripped the gross grimy grarticle of paper, marks of blood and fecal matter were strewn about the page without any clear rhyme or reason. Although the Prince had been afforded one of the best educations in Marin, it didn't seem like he knew how to write. Both she and Thugsby had been unable to decode the note, with the exception of four words: \"Maith Mansion\" And \"Bitch hair\". That was how they were able to find the mulberry box that the boy had stowed himself away in. \n\nThe crate of mullberries was not an incredibly expensive buy, and the Pirate King's men had sold it to her for cheap, claiming that it \"Smelt of rot and vomit\". They placed it in the back of their ship, next to the sheep pens, and had left the box undisturbed. It was Thugsby who eventually decided that they should open the box, claiming that the ruse was \"Pretty fucked up of them.\"\n\nSheepishly, he lifted the top of the crate, and was surprised at the poor state at which the Rat Prince lived. \n\n\"Uhhhhh...\" Thugsby placed a hand on the back of his next, \"You smell aaaaaawful!\" \n\nThe entire crew began to laugh at Nickles. How embarrassing!"
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles \nThe Jam Jar\nThe Witherlands\n\nThugsby, in an act of pure idiocy, saw the prince crouched in attack position and with a yelp of terror, swatted the crate so that it fell to its side. Prince Nickles slid onto the floor, awashed out of the crate in a tide of mulberry juice and bile. His dress helped to lubricate the situation as he swirled around in the juices, his strands of hair fanned out gloriously in the rich liquid. He outstretched his arms and tilted his head back, eyes closed in bliss. His festering leg stump unclotted and a tasteful bit of crimson was added to the blossoming mural upon the floorboards. \n\nNickles' eyes popped upon as his skull collided with a peculiar item. He turned his head slowly and came face-to-face with the remnants of his treasured doll. \"You,\" He said slowly, eyeing Persephoen. He forcefully unstuck himself from the floor, an unpleasant ripping sound accompanying his stand. \"*YOU NONLITERATE FOOLS!*\" He bellowed. His balance was terribly off due to his loss of limb and his dress was dripping onto the floor. He took in a noisy breath and shut his eyes tight. \n\n\"*What* Did my note say? Persephoen? Hm? What did my note say?\" He said. Barely letting a beat pass, he boomed, \"WHAT DID MY FUCKING NOTE SAY?! DID IT SAY TO DAMAGE MY DOLL BEYOND REPAIR?\" He screamed and lunged, hands outstretched to grab hold of her ugly, bitch hair."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams \nThe Jam Jar\nThe Withorlands\n\nPerspehoen took a single step back and watched as he collided with the ground, which now had to be washed.\n\n\"That doll?\" She shook her head and began to laugh, \"Heh heh heh hehehehehe...\" She finished laughing. \"That doll? That one on the ground? The doll that you made so carefully and so nicely? That little old doll?\" She began to laugh again, \"Wohohohohoho hoooo...\" She wiped a tear from her eye. \"I'm crying now, I'm crying because I'm laughing so hard. That doll? That little corn husked doll? That husky corn doll? _That's_ what you're talking about? That baby doll? That doll that you love so very much? Ha ha ha ah ah ah ah ah. No no no no NO!\" She howled with laughter, but cut herself off. \"A doll? What doll? Oh, you mean _that_ doll? That husky doll? That fucking doll? Oh no. I've never seen that doll in my life.\" \n\nShe placed her hands on her stomach and began to laugh, deep from her belly, but slipped in the mulberry sputum."
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"author": "babyratprincess",
"message": "Prince Nickles slapped the shit out of her and yanked the shit out of her hair. Once he had a clump of her hair successfully exorcised from her scalp, he clapped the shit out of her, sending her flying into the crate."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Warden Persephoen Timtams\nThe Jam Jar\nThe Witherlands\n\nThugsby stepped on Nickles' hand so hard he hear a small crack."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\n\"You're mostly right. I am a knight, though not quite like the ones you might've heard about in your bonny little stories.\" He hucked a wad of spittle at the frost ground, and shivered slightly as his ribs tensed together inside his cloak. \"Bloody nippy,\" He said in a gruff lament under his breath. \"I'll tell you more once we're indoors.\"\n\nThey came to a two-storeyed house in the village, thatch-roofed and homely-looking. The shutters were closed, and there was a burly man in a black gambeson leaning his back against the doorway wall. \"Sire,\" The man said. He looked at Maren, and gave a wide grin that let a single golden tooth shine out in his mouth.\n\n\"Humrey.\" Shaydrin stopped at the door, peering at one of the shuttered windows. \"Is she inside?\"\n\nHumrey leaned over to give one of the other windows a few bashes with his gloved fist. A woman's voice swore inside the house, and soon the door was opened by a slender, middle-aged woman with greying blonde hair and tired eyes.\n\n\"Gods,\" The woman said, looking at Maren with exasperation in her face. \"What now? Who's this?\"\n\n\"A little ambassador, perhaps. She's to be kept in my room-\"\n\n\"It's not *Your* Room, you damned bully! This isn't *Your* Town, either!\" The woman levelled a finger at him. \"Where did you get that poor thing?!\"\n\n\"A pretty fishwife I fooked in the arse-end of Great Walk,\" He snapped with wide eyes. \"And you'll give my whelp a room, *And* Food, *And* Clothes. I think this very much *Would* Be my home once I took all of those things for myself and sent you and your husband for a long walk in the snow.\"\n\nThe woman started to shrink in front of Shaydrin, tears of distress welling in her eyes. She nodded without speaking, and stepped aside. Shaydrin walked in past her, giving her a courteous smile, and led Maren up a flight of creaky stairs to the second floor of the house.\n\nThis floor was spacious, with a heart crackling gently in the corner, fighting off the pale light of the winter to warm the room up with shades of orange and yellow and brownish-red. The only division in the room cut off a single, small room. Shaydrin let go of Maren's hand, and, producing a key from underneath his cloak, unlocked the door and disappeared inside."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\nMaren felt good that she was nearly right, accepting that as a victory as she shuffled with Shaydrin through the cold. She smiled at the word \"Nippy\", think that be a good name for a puppy as they made it through to the door.\n\nWhen the man smiled down at her, she smiled back, maybe a habit, or maybe she was cheering up a little. She waved at Humrey for being lead inside.\n\nHer smile faded as soon as she heard the fear, anger, and distress in the lady's voice, looking up at her and backing up as much as Shaydrin would let her with his hand around her wrist as they argued minimally in the pleasant warmth of the small home. \n\nShaydrin said several words she didn't understand, and she didn't feel like asking what a fishwife was. Or the Great Walk. She thought of a few other word meanings but couldn't place her finger on their meanings, either, but she heard a similar threat that made the woman shrink back. That one she could understand.\n\nAs they passed her, Maren looked up at the woman and reached out, patting her hand as she was pulled up the stairs and out of sight."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\nThe sound of knocking wood rattled from the room. Shaydrin reappeared with a stool under each arm. He'd doffed his cloak; underneath it had been a fine black doublet, quilted, with twinkling little diamonds studded into its recesses. He set the two stools next to the lit hearth, and sat down on one, gesturing for her to sit on the other.\n\n\"When's the last time someone was caring for you, Marna?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren or Marna\nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\nMaren did not correct him with her name at first, thinking it was just a simple mistake. She was named a simple name that was supposed to be easy to remember, but everyone makes mistakes.\n\n\"Cared for?\" She furrowed her brow as she climbed onto the seat, sitting down in front if Shaydrin with a stuck out lip. \"I'm... I don't know how many days it was, but uh... Mister Noma gave me some stew. And I slept in the hay with his Ox.\" She nodded. \"But they got... Hurted, so I ran away.\" She said simply, shrugging. \"And before that, Tiny Vik gave me soup, because I asked for it...\" She refused to mention the marble still in her pocket.\n\n\"And some of the people that are dead at the Big House now, they made sure that I didn't get lost when we were walking.\" \n\nAfter that, she free quiet, thinking to herself. \"I'm... I uhm...\" She couldn't really *Count*. So it was hard to say. \"I lost the moon. A lot of times. And I was told that when the moon is gone... Uhm... That the days have gone, too.\" She said afterward."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\nPoor Noma and his kin, getting 'hurted' like they did. Shaydrin had little doubt that his own allies—perhaps even Skagerlly men—were responsible, but it would've have been unwise to draw attention to that fact. He supposed the 'Big House' was the castle; poor peasants, still looking out for one another when any other of the gods' creatures would have a mind only for savage self-preservation. For all they knew, she was going to die anyway. Part of him thanked those lost souls for their sacrifice.\n\nHe squinted at her with the last thing she said. \"What do you mean you 'lost the moon'?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren \nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\n\"Well... Sometimes the moon is big, and sometimes it is little, and sometimes it is gone.\" She said with a shrug, looking down at her fiddling hands. In truth, she was talking about the phases, but she didn't know that's what they were.\n\n\"I love the moon.\" She said quietly, tilting her head to the side. \"I look for it all the time.\" She scrunched up her shoulders, touching her hands together at the fingertips. \"I just... Known when it's gone, that means that... A lot of days have passed. I...\" She looked down. \"I don't know how to...\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\n\"It means you've been alone for a long, long time,\" He said, and stood. Crossing the room, he fetched a wooden box and brought it to rest by the fire. He produced a pot, a device to keep it aloft, a waterskin, and a small tin of littke dark leaves, and started to brew some tea over the hearth.\n\n\"Perhaps we should get *Your* Questions for *Me* Out of the way first. At least we know that I can answer those.\" He put a lid on the pot, and eyed her arrogantly as the steam dissipated around his face. \"Coherently, too,\" He added.\n\nSitting back down, he turned his palms and closed his eyes. \"Ask away.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\n\"Hm... Are you afraid of the Kings?\" She asked, her feet swinging. But her questions didn't stop there. \"What happens to the people who die afraid? The ground is too hard to dig them a hole. Do you throw them out?\" She leaned forward.\n\n*\"What does impotent mean?\"* She whispered. She leaned back, pointing at the pot. \"Is that a leaf soup? Can I have some? I love soup.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\nShaydrin loosed his lips a crack to answer her first question, the beginnings of a proud glare coming upon his face. But then she went on, and on, and on, without giving him pause to answer any one question. Bloody child.\n\n\"I ain't afraid of Vivayn. He's a strange man with a strange soul, but there's a ... Sense, to what he does. A sense that many men around me do not have.\" He picked up a ceramic cup, cradling it in his hands and gazing into its recepticle. \"Those people will be burned. That's what we do to the dead.\" He pondered her for a moment, adding, \"That's how we do it down *Here* At least. Some do bury their dead in the snow. The Barrmounts do that.\" He nodded in the direction of the castle. \"Lady Sibyl's folk. In fact, they were about to put her little brother Rodrik in the snow when we arrived today. Ain't that terrible?\"\n\nHe looked at the pot, and reached to take it off the fire. \"When a man and a woman are making a child, the man needs to take the little spear between his legs and get it inside her. If he ain't able to do that properly—for age, or sickness, or lack of confidence, or a hex, or whatever other reason—then the poor fellow's 'impotent'.\" Shaydrin arched an eyebrow at the window. \"I think there's some king in the east who's like that. Poor little piglet.\"\n\nHe poured himself a cup of black tea, and held it out to her. \"And no, this ain't 'soup', you little barbarian. It's called 'tea.' I get it imported from the South.\" He shrugged. \"Or from raiding. It's very hot, but it helps to settle the nerves and focus the mind.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\nShe hummed carefully, thinking about everything she was told. Folding her hands in her lap, she nodded gently.\n\n\"The kings is strange and impotent. I guess I can remember that.\" She said with a confident look. \"It would be sad to lose a babby. They're small and soft...\" She spaced out, reaching up and pinching her own cheeks as she thought of cute little babies. \"It's sad that a Sibyl lost a Rodrik. Maybe he just hadn't been cold enough. I don't know.\" She shrugged, sliding off the stool and walking over to the pot, looking inside it at the small leaves floating around.\n\n\"Can I have tea, please, sir? I would like to settle the nerves and uh... Coh-fus the mind.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\n'Strange and impotent.' Nathaniel was definitely the first, and probably the second, but there was much more of note to the man, and for the girl's sake, it would have been best for her to learn that quickly. He gave a tiny sigh in his mouth, gazing at her with weary eyes. By the gods, was there anything more frustrating than stupid, stupid children? Especially the 'soft little babbies. They could take one's heart in a vice grip, but it took so little for them to be torn away from you; they sounded like the worst thing in the world. Shaydrin tried not to love fragile things. Kelsafyr was vulnerable without him, but not defenceless, and that was enough to help him sleep most nights.\n\n\"I was offering *This* To you,\" He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, \"But tea is only fit for eloquent mouths. So say it *Properly*.\" He drew the cup to his chest, and gave her a dark look. The grey of his eyes had the cruelty of two iron blades holding her at their mercy, and his mouth was drawn thin and bitter. \"Say it *Properly*, because I don't have patience for babble. 'Focus'.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren scooted back onto the stool again, facing him with her hands folded in her lap.\n\n\"Coh... C... C... F.. Fo-\" She paused, mouthing the word a few times. \"Fo-cus.\" She said. It felt weird in her mouth, the word. She smiled a little though, holding her hands out. \"Please?\" She begged for the tea.\n\nTo her, it was leaf soup. Boil anything in water and it was soup to her. But she will call it tea around Shaydrin, because she was a good child."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village\n\nHe nodded. \"Good,\" He said softly, and handed her the cup. The tea was black, piping hot, and still steaming lightly into the air. \"It seems you might just have a mind to focus.\"\n\nHe leaned back, and set about pouring his own cup. \"When you're older, what kind of man do you think you'd want to marry? A brave warrior? A fine prince? An honest cobbler? Tell me.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\nMaren smiled at his somewhat nice words, and she took a sip, burning her tongue but not stopping to save it. It tasted nice, better than a lot of things. \n\nShe looked at him as she asked his question, and she looked off afterward to think about it. \"Mm... Well... My papa told me that... I wasn't a real girl. I am uhm... A tool.\" She shrugged. \"I wasn't allowed to think about it, he could reads my head, sometimes.\" She held the warm cup, lacing her fingers together.\n\n\"I want to marry... Mmm... Someone who...\" She furrowed her brow. \"Someone strong, who can... Uhm...\" She shrugged. \"Someone tall and strong. I guess they can be princes, or warriors, or cobblers.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\nShaydrin pouted as the girl talked about her father. Clearly this pitiful thing in front of him was the result of years of neglect and manipulation, all sense of self-worth scooped out with a cruel, rusty spoon. It reminded him of some of his bastard siblings.\n\n\"Tall and strong? So a man like my brother Mallsrek is the kind of man you'd like to marry?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village, The Iron Plaines\n\nMaren smiled, chuckling. \"Mmm, maybe tall and strong and *Nice*...\" She added. \"Someone... Who can protect me from the bad things.\" She traced the line of the edge of the tea cup with her pinky, her tangled brown hair falling over her eyes.\n\n\"But that's selfish.\" She said quietly. A small smile still stayed, though."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village, the Iron Plaines\n\n\"You don't think Mallrek is nice?\" He asked with slanted eyebrows. \"Well, you're right. He isn't. In fact, he's a bloody monster.\" He was gazing into his tea now, his hands holding the cup in a crushing grip of bubbling rage. It subsided after a moment. \"Poor Lady Sibyl doesn't get that choice. She'll have to marry my beast of a half-brother, or she'll have to die.\" He looked at her with a slight frown. \"Marrying a nice, strong, tall man isn't going to save you. No matter how strong and tall he is, if he's 'nice', then he doesn't have what it takes to keep you safe from the bad things. The bad things only fear worse things than themselves.\"\n\nHe sneered at her rugged, scavanged clothes. Fixing a withering look on her eyes, he said, \"And why would anyone want to protect you, anyway? Hm? What do you think justifies someone else putting *Themselves* At risk to keep *You* In one piece?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren's face fell as Shaydrin began telling her how the world really worked, and she watched him, her hands lowering slowly until the cup sat between her knees. She forced her shoulders to relax and allowed him to wither her with his violent gaze, and she met his eyes with a saddened look.\n\n\"Hm. Monsters don't have to be mean. They just have to... Know how to be a monster. Bad things can be mean, but the... That doesn't mean that someone who is nice can't stop them.\" She shook her head. \"You think being nice is weak.\" She looked down.\n\n\"I'm not a real girl, I told you. It's selfish to say what you want, sire. I'm... My papa said I'm supposed to live to die alone after I... After I serve a purpose.\" She let it hang in the air, remembering her leaf soup and bringing it up to take another sip."
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village\n\nShaydrin gave her a wary look. There was now a more precise, more foreboding air about the girl. Being so cursed and largely helpless in life, Shaydrin had made a point of submitting fully to the gods. He himself and those ancient spirits were of a like mind: both practiced fair exchange, both exacted respect from their lessers through fear and awe. It was the only way he figured he could get by in this awful land, in this awful lot he'd been given. He felt the presence of his great masters in this girl, and he wondered if he would soon be called to follow their will, this time in a manner that would complicate his affairs rather than simplify and secure them.\n\n\"You say you cannot be harmed easily,\" He said, with careful eyes and a careful tone. \"What do you mean? Have you powers?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren fiddled with the marble, pulling it out of her pocket and rolling it between her fingers methodically, looking off into the fire as he asked his question.\n\nShe shrugged. \"I don't know. I don't get cold, really.\" She looked over. \"And my papa cut me up so much, I dont feel hurt when something happens.\" She added. \"He cut words into me. And those words mean certain things, but I don't know how to reads them.\" She shrunk down, hunching over and sniffing up her runny nose.\n\n\"I don't get scared when I should, and I get really scared when I shouldn't, but I dont think that's a power.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village\n\nWords? Oh yes, the runes. Shaydrin thought back on the sight of them scrawled across her skin. They were like something he might have seen a few times engraved into sacred stones or old ruins.\n\n\"What happened to your father?\" He asked, eyeing the marble. \"Is he dead?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren shook her head. \"He uhm... He's alive, I think. It has been a long time, but he was aliving when I left.\" She said quietly. \"I don't want to talk abouts my papa.\" She murmured, looking down at the marble and watching it roll between her fingers.\n\n\"He...\" She looked at Shaydrin. \"I don't think they liked him, you know. The... The gods.\" Maren shook her head. \"He told me that... That he was going to... To punish me if the Gods did him wrongly. And that was... A lot.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village\n\nShaydrin took the last sip from his tea, then stood. Joining his hands behind his back, he began to walk around the room. It helped keep his mind active. \"You say your father had a poor relationship with the gods? And yet, he designed you to be a vessel for their will?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren stood as he did. \"Yes, he... Hm. He said he would make me for the Gods' will... But he t-told me that... If the will wasn't the same, they would feel his wrath. But it was just me...\" She frowned, getting more nervous."
},
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagelly\nBarrmount Village\n\nShaydrin knitted his brow, struggling to wrap his head around what she was saying. Was her father some sort of magician? He must have been very powerful to be as brazen as she described him to be. There seemed to be a lot of hazy history to this girl and her condition; in time, he hoped to unravel more of it. But, for now, he needed to distil her story down to its most urgent information.\n\n\"Why are you here?\" He asked, facing her fully. \"Do you feel drawn here? Is it fate? Is it *Our* Fate?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren took a step back as he riddled her this and that, and she stuck the marble back into the pocket of her tunic/dress, swallowing once before speaking up.\n\n\"I am here because... Because...\" She looked at him, unsure as to why an *Adult* Would be asking her such deep questions. \"I am here because I was bringed here by your men, sire. And they bringed me here because they thought I was ill. But I am not.\" She tried to break down the actions. \"And I am here with you because you see'd me and knew I was diff... Different.\" She folded her hands together approaching him.\n\n\"And I ran from my home because I was driven to, and by that... I mean... I was just... I didn't have a choice. M-maybe it's fate.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village\n\nShaydrin gave her a quiet regard for a moment, then shrugged. \"Perhaps it is. Or perhaps you're just some unusually robust pup that I've wildly exaggerated the importance of.\" He walked into the little room where he'd gotten the stools, and came out pulling his black cloak onto his shoulders. \"I suppose we'll find out in due time. I'll be back tomorrow.\" He fastened his cloak and removed the pot from the fire, placing it gently back into its cupboard. \"The woman of this house will take care of you. Hopefully, at least, otherwise I'll have words for her.\" He looked over his shoulder. \"Is there anything else you want to say before I go?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\nMaren looked nervous, walking up to him as he put on his cloak, and she looked up with pursed lips and wide eyes. She reached up and gave him an awkward hug, that only lasted a few moments before she retracted and stepped back, nodding a little.\n\n\"Don't let M... Mallsrek hurt you. Y-you're smarts.\" She nodded giving him her advice. \"I love you.\""
},
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "Sir Shaydrin Skagerlly\nBarrmount Village\n\nShaydrin eyed the girl stiffly as she approached, drawing his mouth into a concernated pout. He felt utter revulsion wash across him as she wrapped her spindly little arms around him. It couldn't have ended too soon, and when she stepped back and spoke to him, he looked utterly aghast upon her.\n\n\"You ... You love ...?\" He batted a hand. \"Right, anyway. Goodbye.\" He brushed past her, hurrying his way down the stairs and out the door of the house, his shoulders stiff all the way along.\n\n\"Gods in the frost, what have I brought upon myself?\" He muttered as he departed the house, glaring at the air. \"More fooking suspense is what.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Maren\nBarrmount Village\n\n\"Yes, I love you. Goodb-\" The door was shut before she got the rest of her words out. She sighed and shook her head a little, before walking downstairs carefully, peeking partially down the staircase to see where the other people were."
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "Batten Estate\n\nEntering into the gate the wind died down, blocked by stone walls causing its mournful howl to fall to a dull whisper, easily forgotten over the sounds of wheels hitting cobbled stone and the beating of hooves. Despite the wind no longer slamming into the carriage as it had while traveling up the Iron Planes, the gray skies that promised more snow than what was already piled up on the roofs of houses and pushed off roads into alleyways shattered all hope the weather would take a turn for the better. \n\nDespite this, the people of Riverbreak still head about their daily lives. Plenty of people stopped as they walked down the sides of roads to stare at the carriage, attempting to see inside the frost covered windows. It was a strange sight to see people bundled up so tight, various furs and leather wrappings made it so as little skin was exposed to the elements as possible, and instead of walking outside for leisure it was clear the people all hurried from one destination to another. \n\nLooking past the people and into the area around them, the main courtyard of the Batten estate was strangely plain. No greenery decorated archways to various buildings, the uniforms of the guards were dark and colorless, and no statues or works of art were in the courtyard, making it feel empty and lifeless. Lamps were hung above walkways, unlit in the dreary gray light that managed to make it through the clouds.\n\n-\nWalking out from one of the archways was a group of men slightly more finely dressed then the others. The pelts that adorned them had streaks of black and blue dyed into it, and despite the cold their heads were unadorned by headwear. About half a dozen of these folk stepped towards the cart, and it was the one who seemed to have slight forms of engravings carved into a breastplate fitted perfectly over his winter attire that stepped forwards. His dark black hair was cut short, and his eyes met the cart drivers with confidence and the assurance of someone who is used to being listened to. \n\n\"I have been sent to meet with Lady Evangeline Luronsque so as to show her around the estate while Lady Cornelia Batten finishes up her duties for the day.\" He spoke with a thick Withic accent, and he motioned towards the carriage as he awaited a response."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Lady Evangeline Luronsque\nBatten Estate\n\nThe Lady looked through the thick curtain, just a gap, making certain the people on the outside couldn't see her poor and frozen attitude as she shook in the coach. She already missed flowers as they lurched across the frozen wasteland, noticing the barren courtyard and grey exterior. Before her whole disappearance, she was the type of Lady to be enthralled in fashion and uniquity, but now, being so far from her comfort zone, and already looking so separate from everyone else, all she wanted to do was lock herself up in a nice warm closet with a good book, away from the drab scenery that she would have to gaze at for the rest of her life. \n\nAs the carriage stopped, she peeked out to the group of rugged men, and she felt fear crawl up her throat. *Are you kidding me?* She thought to herself, shaking her head as she leaned back, letting them sit in silence. She then realized once more that she was without help or servants, and had to zone herself. She put on a mask of elegance as best she could, taking a deep breath and exhaling, seeing her breath linger in the air like a puff of smoke. She reached out, and unlatched the door herself, and exited unassisted. \n\nIt must have been odd, to see a woman without many furs, warm skin, and fiery hair, hop out of the carriage like a simple commoner rather than a Lady to be married. She swallowed the frog in her throat as she faced the entourage with a straight back, meeting the man who spoke with her eyes that seemed to be a blue too bright and welcoming for a Withic. She curtsied, trying to still her trembling bottom lip as she felt this sad little greeting of hers undignified to meet a new noble family. She clasped her bare hands together, swallowing again. \"Ahem, I am Lady Luronsque.\" She said into the cold and dry air, trying to still her aching for warmth by pressing her hands together stiffly.\n\n\"Forgive me, I don't usually do my own introductions... I'm the... The... Betrothed.\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "Batten Estate\n\nAs the lady stepped out of the carriage, he looked towards it waiting for others to accompany her. He was expecting to see several, or at least one servant make their way out of the cart to join her. When none stepped out he glanced back to his fellows, several of which responded with shaking heads and shrugged shoulders. \n\nLooking back at her as she approached, the man saw what little she had for protection against the elements. And with no layers to keep her warm he could already see her nose beginning to match the color of her hair. Not wanting to embarrass her, he simply thought to himself it might be best to get her inside. \n\nThe fumbled introduction he pushed to the side of his mind, thinking it must have been more from the distraction of the cold to anything else. \n\n\"Lady Luronsque, I am Remus Cavan, a knight in Lady Batten's service. I've been sent to show you to your quarters if you'd like, or show you around the estate if you wish. I can't help but notice your absence of servants, if you'd like I can have some of my men take your belongings up to your rooms for you?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Lady Evangeline Luronsque\nBatten Estate\n\nLady Evangeline felt her shame only grow as they just stood there and stared at her, expecting more. She bowed her head, closing her eyes as she stood there with a deep feeling in her chest. She looked back up, her eyes a little wetter than before, as she nodded quietly at his offer. \"I... Yes. I was... Accompanied with one, but... She was too cold.\" She said. It sounded so childish when she said it, which made her even more embarrassed. \"I allowed her passage back.\" She said with a small nod as she looked down. At least she was kind, in regards to subordinates. She took a step forward carefully, feeling her foot slide over ice, making certain she didn't tumble her way into the castle. She did, though, reach out for him partway through, not knowing how to truly handle the snow and ice around them. \n\n\n\"Ap... Apologies, again, Mr. Cavan. I warn you, I've... Never been in winter, before.\" She did seem a tad lonely on her own, her body sending shivers up her spine as the cold hit her again. \"I don't mean to be so unofficial and unprepared, I had only an evening to leave the Todt Estate, I couldn't dress or pack to the proper level.\" She explained, shaking her head a little as they walked. \n\n\"Excuse me... Is... Is it always this cold?\" She sounded a little sad, a little desperate, looking up at him with nervousness in her gaze. At least in the frigid temperatures, she couldn't focus too heavily on her impending marriage to a stranger.\n\nShe remembered as a young girl, she had heard barbaric rumors about Withic men, stealing women like common bears, but since travelling to the land, she found that the people were just reserved. She had told herself weeks ago that she would try and tear away her prejudice, as it would do no good to carry them when she was expected to bear Withic children, if she seemed as nasty and hate-filled as her cousin who sent her here as punishment for coming back alive, she could expect the same paranoia to fill her when they stared at her with distaste for her uncouth beliefs. \"Perhaps my quarters, sir...\" She suggested. \"I feel unwell from travelling so long in weather my body is not used to.\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "General Servants and Knights of House Batten\nBatten Estate\n\nAt the comment of the servant being too cold he almost chuckled, but when he saw the look in her eyes he tried his best to hide it. \n\n\"Truly a nice thing to do, the weather can be harsh on travelers. Perhaps you have more tolerance to the weather than you think, you managed to make your way across the Iron Planes after all.\" He made sure to keep her steady as they walked towards an entranceway made of arched stone and a door stained with slush. \n\nHe considered the question about the cold with a deep frown. As he looked at her he saw how she looked at him and his men with a nervous glance. Such a delicate lady sent so far north only to be greeted by men who had put no thought into appearance, their unshaven features making them look closer to briggands than proper men. He cursed himself, wishing he had fetched one of the female servants in the estate to accompany them. If he told her too much he worried he'd scare her, and didn't have the heart to tell her the snow never truly melts, and the water always has flows of ice.\n\n\"It is not always quite as cold as this, Lady Luronsque. In the summer the fields of the Iron Planes grow quite a harvest, and grass can be seen beyond Riverbreak. The days do grow longer, and while I'm sure it never gets as warm as you are used to, eventually the weather allows for warmth while within the city proper.\"\n\n-\nHe led her into a hallway fitted with decorative windows and lavish curtains. The windowsills seemed to have carvings of fish and elk, and the windows themselves had been shaped so as frost gathered it made beautiful sharp lines in the design of snowflakes. Moving up a long flight of stairs they approached another hallway, this one with a red and gold trimmed rug that lay from beginning to end of this longer passage. Paintings of ships, official looking people all seeming to share the same lineage and looks, and the occasional piece of art for nothing but vanities sake. Multiple doors of polished redwood and pine ran the length of the way, but near the end a particularly nice door set with flower inlay was their destination. \n\n\"This is to be your quarters, at least until arrangements for a proper marital living space can be made. The doors down the hall are for various servants, and if you need anything they will come to your aid as you wish. I'm sure Lord Caius will be around to meet you as soon as he returns from his... Expedition.\" He said the last part with a hint of hesitation, unsure of how to fraze the sudden disappearance of Cornelia's youngest son. He had not been around when the Lord had left, and the rumors about his strange mumblings before his sudden departure had become harder to ignore as news of his marriage spread. \n\n\"If there isn't anything else I will have my men leave your belongings and be on their way. If you need me, I'll be at the end of the hall, or one of my men taking over the watch can get me.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Lady Evangeline Luronsque\nBatten Estate\n\nAs they finally made it inside, although the inside was considerably warmer, Evangeline still seemed to shake like a leaf. She realized then that it was probably more-so fear of her new home than the weather outside. She looked around, being minorly comforted by the decor of the house being luxurious and hearty. It wasn't nearly as drab as the outside, so she found a little solace in the fact that at least this place wouldn't feel entirely like a prison. And when he spoke of the sun=mmer having harvests and grass beyond Riverbreak, she knew he was trying to skirt the fact that it was probably never going to be a true summer for her again. She did appreciate the effort on his part, though, although it was still all too different to be completely comforted.\n\nShe also found honor to see her door to be a tad fancier than the others. Especially as the wife-to-be of the youngest son, she expected just simple quarters, not luxurious. In fact, this seemed a little better than the quarters back in Terresol. That was also because her cousin didn't treat her as a Lady part of the time, so that would also be the reason for the stark contrast and appreciation she felt toward House Batten.\n\n-\n\nIt ran a shiver up her spine as he mentioned a marital space, and she looked over to him, standing before the door with him for a moment as he spoke and announced that her betrothed wasn't even here. She took a deep breath, watching him falter. Expedition? Did he travel? She furrowed her brow in worry, hoping he wasn't some horny young lord that took 'expeditions' to the brothel. She recalled the paintings of what could be assumed was the Batten family's portraits, and she wondered if one of the men was Caius. After all, she was sent in blind. Perhaps she could milk Remus for a little information. Maybe knowing a little more could help her calm her nerves for meeting her new husband in the end.\n\n\n\"Ahm... Sir Cavan, do you... Could you... Does... Lord Caius have a portrait I could look at? I'm... I was sent here knowing next to nothing about anything regarding him or House Batten... It's absolutely shameful, I know, but... Could I see what he looks like? Could you tell me how he... How he acts, honestly?\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "General servants and knights of House Batten\nBatten Estate \n\nThe question hit him slightly off guard. How he acted? He pressed his hand to his chin and let out a sigh, thinking to himself about the young man. He had never been close with Caius, in fact he had hardly spoken with him at all. He hated to admit it, but he probably knew more about him from the gossip the maids spread then from actual meetings. \n\nBut it was as the question truly registered to him he tried to hold back letting his brow furrow. She didn't know anything about the House? He found it odd that someone clearly close enough to House Batten that they would marry away their daughter didn't pass on any information to the betrothed. He tried not to dwell on it too long, the dealings of another family wasn't his business, and he wasn't about to start questioning someone who had only just arrived as a guest. \n\n\"Lord Caius... Yes, he has a portrait, though I fear it might be a few years outdated. I'm sorry but I was not aware your departure was quite so swift. If you'd like I can arrange to have books sent to you about the House, But besides that, Caius' portrait should be just a few halls down if you'd like a short walk.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Lady Evangeline\nHouse Batten\n\nShe smiled a little, clasping her hands together as she grew red with embarrassment after he looked over her with confusion. Her cousin had really done it to her, now, hadn't he? He sent her off, *And* Made her look a fool in the process. \"My apologies.\" She said quietly. \"Just send the books to my quarters, sir. I think I'd like to lie down for a while, before I do any more walking. My health feels fragile from the sudden changes.\" She insisted, wanting to be done with it. She shouldn't have asked, or lied, or something, but her honesty has got her to be some sort of ditzy lady from the south. She turned to the door, unlatching it and looking in, not waiting for the man to open it for her as she almost wanted to run away from the entire situation. \n\nShe hardly looked at the interior, instead, she turned around, looking at him. \"Uhm, your men can put my things outside the door. I'll bring them in after I rest.\" She said with a sudden rush. \"Thank you, Sir Cavan. I'll commend you to the Batten family for helping me so completely, when I meet them.\" She insisted, slowly closing the door.\n\nWith it shut, she locked it, wiggling the lock a little to test it, knowing full well that Remus was still probably outside the door with mild confusion. She waited a moment, before feeling her face fall even more, and contort as she finally couldn't hold the tears. She was completely alone, here, and even with the niceties, she felt absolutely terrified, like a cornered dog. She took a few steps back from the door. Her eyes blurring as she spun to find all windows and make certain they were latched, and then closed the curtains.\n\nFor good measure, she pushed one of the large and comfortable chairs in front of the door."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Vagrohl Otis\nGrand Stead\n\nA smile flickered across the Vagrohls face at the muttered words, but he didn't respond to them. Like most people in the Witherlands, his new friend assumed the answers could be found through discussion when the best answers came in the silent whispers of the wind. \n\n\"I am the Vagrohl to House Carter.\" He corrected gently, turning around with a knowing chuckle. \"So you can keep your coin.\" Otis's eyes locked onto Caius and he continued. \"You said you seek reassurance. But my questions is about what. If you truly did not know what the visions meant you would be seeking interpretation, not reassurance. Tell me, what was your own interpretation about what you saw?\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "Caius Batten\nGrand Stead \n\nAs the Vagrohl turned Cauis tried to hide the flash of embarrassment that shot through him. His eyes met the old man's once more, but he found it hard to keep his gaze. That piercing blue bothered him, no mater how hard he tried to shake the feeling. \n\n\"Vagrohl... The first old man I meet at the side of a road and he's the Vagrohl of House Carter.\" He let out a laugh, trying to mask the discomfort and embarrassment. \n\n\"You certainly speak like one, that's for certain. What I seek reassurance about is that visions near death and the dreams that follow is simply that. Hallucinations and dreams. As for interpretation... I don't think I've got that far yet. If it's nothing, no need to delve deeper into it.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Vagrohl Otis\nGrand Stead\n\n\"Perhaps it was fate.\" Otis replied simply. He had spent many dawns outside Grand Steads gates alone listening for the whispers of the Frozen Gods or contemplating their teachings. Throughout the years of his service to House Carter his early morning contemplations had been interupted five times, each an opportunity for him to share his wisdom or learn from a weary traveler. Otis believed the current interaction would have the same value. \n\nHis eyes lit with amusement when the man said he spoke like a Vagrohl. *'Do we all sound the same?'* It was possible, he supposed, given they were broken and built back up upon the words, teachings, and promises of the Frozen Gods. However, each Vagrohl was still unique - a gift in return for their dedication. \n\"If you think it is nothing then this journey is for naught. You clearly believe it means something. What did you see?\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nThe Batten Estate\n\nThis time, instead of wallowing a little more, Evangeline made sure to pay attention to where they were going. The last thing she needed to do was get lost if she was ever without a guide. Paying attention to the footsteps, the hallways, the little landmarks that broke up the identicality of the corridors, it was practically meditation. \n\nAlthough she wasn't made up, her Auburn hair and sweet face was at the very least a saving grace. She may have seemed a little natural, to the people who saw her, but hopefully not wild or unkempt. She tried to ignore them, anyway.\n\nAs they made it to the painting, she looked up at it with glassy eyes, that seemed to flicker in the light of the sconces. She searched the painting. What did she expect? Out-dated or not, it was a good-looking Lord, with a nice bone-structure, a very Withic look to him. It was almost relieving that he was just so ordinary. She smiled a little bit, genuine this time, as she remained entranced by the portrait. \"He's handsome.\" She noted. She already sounded more comfortable. It was one less thing to worry about."
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "General servants and Knights of House Batten\nBatten Estate \n\nRemus looked from Evangeline to the portrait. He was glad she seemed to relax at the sight of her soon to be husband's face. At least she wasn't reaching around a corner, that was always a good sign. \n\nHe took a moment to study the painting, thinking about the little he knew of the man. How would he react when he found out he was to be married? What would Cornelia expect of him now that he had a responsibility to the House? \n\nAll things beyond him, no point In thinking to hard on it he thought. Standing in silence he waited until she seemed satisfied, simply waiting for any more questions she might have."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nBatten Estate\n\nShe stayed there for a while, looking at Caius's portrait to commit it to memory. She was past the feeling of shame, and so she seemed to become more confident in her strange ways. She reached out and touched the frame of the portrait, taking a deep breath. \"You said he looks different from this now? What's changed?\" She inquired, flicking her hair back.\n\nShe dropped her hand, rubbing her fingertips together as she looked over to Remus again. \n\n\"Could I have this portrait sent to my quarters? I know that's odd, but I want to truly memorize it. I'm tired of surprises, Sir.\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "General servants and Knights of house Batten \nBatten Estate \n\nRemus looked back at Evangeline, and thought back to the last time he had seen the young man she was soon to be married to. \n\n\"He grew a beard. Not big, but he tries. The hair is probably a bit longer, and while the painting won't show it I think I herd rumor he cut his leg bad fishing so he might have a scar. Besides that, I'd imagine he looks almost the same.\" \n\nHe took a moment to consider her request. Was it normal for ladies to ask for paintings of their future husbands? Or was it just a southern thing? Whatever it was, he tried to suppress the idea of what rumors would come from this. The servants were going to have a field day with gossip. \n\n\"I can see that it's arranged. Try not to tire of surprises to quickly however, Lady Cornelia hasn't had much to celebrate as of late so I'm sure there might be a few more sooner or later.\""
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nBatten Estate\n\nEvangeline took a deep breath, combing her hair back with her fingers as she looked up at the portrait. A beard, eh? She could see it, maybe. She tilted her head. \"If he doesn't... If he doesn't uh. *Want* Me. What happens?\" She folded her hands and began walking back to Remus and taking his arm.\n\n\"Do I just get to be a nice little accessory for the House, then?\" She didn't sound sarcastic or upset, it was more like she was just trying to discern. \n\nIt had creeped in, but... This acceptance. It was as if she realized that *Anything* They did... Could not be as bad as what has already happened. She had nothing left. She tried not to dwell on this last part. Was she going mad?"
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nThe Batten Estate\n\nShe was, in fact, left alone for most of the day. Until a monsoon of tailors and seamstresses knocked incessantly until Eve had the urge to open it. She was a little undone, her hair loose and over her shoulders, framing her face like flaming curtains, but it didn't stop the servants from insisting on her beauty and exotic descent as they measured and taped along her body. They said she would have dresses made for the weather, finished overmorrow. She was a little lost through it all, but didn't fight it as she wrapped herself in one of the fur blankets and monitored the simple sketches the head seamstress drew up for her. \n\n\"Ah... I like that shape, actually...\" She mentioned, trying to normalize herself to the entire idea of being a noble Lady of the Witherlands. \n\nShe wondered if Remus was still out there. After the business of the ladies left, she remained seated on the bed, the dress she was wearing now seemingly plain in comparison to what was in store for her. She scooted out of bed, standing up to stretch her legs and throw another log on the fire. She was numb. \n\nSoon she was going to be married to a man she had never met, and have his children, and be wrapped in the cold forever. It was so sudden, and scary, she wasn't certain what to do at all. She sat dejected, her eyes downcast through the window, watching the gate to the estate remain shut."
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "General Knights and Servants of House Batten\nBatten Estate\n\nRemus stood by Evangeline's door, ignoring the going ons of the ladies as they rushed in and out of the room, spoke with Evangeline and grabbed different fabrics to show her. Once they had finally left however, he stood in silence once again. \n\nThe window beside where he stood had frost covering it, the warm air from inside the halls making the glass ice over with the spiked and jagged lines the cold caused on the windows. He found as time went on he started to daydream about what it would be like when Caius returned. Cornelia wouldn't miss a chance to throw a party, especially since showing off a southern beauty like Evangiline among other northerners seemed her style. He pictured what the Batten child would do, returning home to find out he was soon to be married. \nAs he continued to stare out the window he noticed the front gate open, and a single rider enter on a horse. \n\n\"Oh... I didn't think you'd show up like that...\"\n\nCaius Batten \nBatten Estate, Front Gates \n\nIt was freezing, it was wet, and Caius wasn't happy about it. Early in the morning freezing rain had poured quickly over him and his horse as he rode for home. Once it had ended, the flash freezing of the furs to his body along with the heat his body produced causing it to melt onto him made now riding in soaking wet cloths through the cold wind not the best way to arrive at the Batten Estate. \n\nAs the guards asked him to state his business he was quick to mutter a quiet curse before peeling back his hat and the leathers protecting his face, exposing his red nose and scraggly uneven beard. \"I'm cold, i'm wet, and I'm Caius Batten. Open the bloody gate so I can take a bath.\" \n\nAfter a few squinted looks, realisation lit in the men's eyes and they sprung to action quickly opening the gates as Caius urged his horse forwards. Once he entered the Estate proper he breathed a sigh of relief. No more long days on the road in the cold, at least not for a while yet. As he dismounted from his horse and let a servant take it to be tended to he was quick to rush towards the nearest door while stripping off his ice covered cloak, ready to finally get someplace warm and change."
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"author": "dominic.ryokuzan",
"message": "***Marshall Crowe || Wilderness Outskirts***\n\nIn the outskirts of the forest there was a large clearing, in the clearing was a temporary shelter that looked like it was constructed by a 5 year old. Marshall, the creator of said shelter, sat cross-legged on a large rock as he meditated. His horse, which he named Night due to not having a creative bone in his body, was tied to a hastily set-up pillar. It had been a month since he decided to set up his mercenary group, the Silver Claw Mercenaries, and this was where he and the others decided to meet up and set up base. Marshall had a lot of time to himself, so he decided to show up early and build a house. This was before he realized that he was ill-prepared in both knowledge and materials.\n\nHe knew, more or less, how a house was built thanks to his younger days as a laborer. However, there was a big difference between knowing how a house was built and knowing how to build a house. He knew, for example, that a house needed a foundation, a frame, walls, a roof, etc. However, he didn't know how to go about building any of those things or putting them in place. Hence, the creation of a house that was so pathetic that it couldn't even be called a house.\n\nMarshall was so depressed about his creation that he wanted to just tear it down and sleep on the ground, but having no shelter in the Witherlands was a bad idea. Luckily he was able to resist extreme cold extremely well, even sitting out in the snow without a shirt for hours at a time while meditating, so it was less of an issue for him than it was for others. One night, while doing exactly that, he was brought back to reality by sounds in the woods. When looking in the direction of the noise, he saw a few torch lights, around 15 silhouettes, and a few familiar faces. \"Hey! Marshall!\" Terran called out, waving one of his large arms.\n\n***Marshall Crowe || Wilderness Outskirts***\n\n\"Yo! Is everyone here?\" Marshall called back, putting on a cloak before walking over. He had hoped that there would at least be 30 people coming here, but 15 wasn't that bad of a size for a new mercenary group either.\n\n\"Everyone besides Helena, but you know how she is.\" Thorin complained offhandedly as he took a swig of alcohol. \n\nTerran just shrugged in response to Thorin before speaking. \"We each found 3 recruits besides Jace, only 2 people weren't scared off by his face.\"\n\n\"Fuck your mother!\" Jace shouted, slashing at Terran with his dagger. Terran dodged it easily and laughed. Jace used to be a good looking man before having his face mutilated by a noble's son, so his face was his sore spot.\n\n\"Knock it off, you two.\" Marshall said, rolling his eyes. \"Thorin, your old man was a carpenter, right? We need your help in order to build some accommodations, unless you want to live in one of those.\" He said as he pointed over his shoulder at his sad shack. The others looked over and noticed it, their faces contorting as they tried their best to not laugh.\n\n\"Alright, the first order of business will be dismantling that eyesore for raw materials. Someone will have to go to town and buy the hardware, such as nails and woodworking tools. I'll send one of my men.\"\n\n\"No need.\" A voice came from another direction.\n\n***Marshall Crowe || Wilderness Outskirts***\n\nEveryone looked over, seeing a group of 5 women coming over with a small cart pulled by a lone horse. The leader of this group was, of course, Helena. \"I knew I couldn't trust you men to do anything, so I brought along a bunch of supplies such as blankets, tools, pots, pans, etc.\" Everyone looked slightly embarrassed at her words. They wanted to retort, but it was true that they were woefully unprepared.\n\n\"Well, with everyone here, we now have a group of 21. Now should be the best time to assign roles!\" Marshall exclaimed, happily clapping his hands once.\n\n\"Why now? Can't we wait until we have a building and do this inside with some good alcohol?\" Sven complained.\n\n\"How are we supposed to have any kind of order without structure?\" Marshall replied disdainfully. \"This group was my idea so I'm naturally the leader. Jace, you're good at gathering information, so you will be Director of Intelligence, Thorin can be the Foreman when it comes to architecture, Sven can be the Treasurer, Terran can be the Head Trainer, and Helena can be our Chief Strategist. How's that?\"\n\nEveryone just looked at each-other and shrugged, they knew their own strengths well and these roles were the best suited for them. Thorin finished his bottle of alcohol and walked forward with a red face. \"Alright, with my authority as foreman, I now conscript you all as laborers. Let's try to have an actual place to sleep by tomorrow.\" Marshall and the other 4 founders of the group sighed, knowing that there was no way that they were getting out of this either."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nThe Batten Estate\n\nEvangeline stared out the window for a while, but she did end up drifting off into a minor nap sitting upright in her chair. If someone were to see her, she would look like she was praying, her head bowed and her hands cradled in her lap.\n\nShe had cleaned up her appearance with some minor powder on her nose, a soft pink on her lips. She left her hair loose, though, draped down her back.\n\nShe didn't notice the man ride through the gates."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Radgore Skagerlly\nThe Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull\n\nLord Radgore drank from his horn of ale atop the highchair in the halls of his castle. \"Years,\" He went on, \"Years of fockin' disrespect and slights. Well none any longer. That boy - he's a good lad - he'll take that cursed fockin' seat from the fockin' Carters and I'll build a dais out of their bones and use their supple flesh ta hold it together as he ascends!\" He bellowed out, booming across the entire hall. The majority of the Skagerlly Brood had rode off with Nathaniel on his excursion to Castle Barrmount, but what trueborn and baseborn children of Radgore's remained stood idly in the gathering halls, for hours on end, listening to him drink and belch and struggle through old war stories as he drank and belched some more. Their initial appeasement of their Lord Father had waned rapidly as the night crept on further and further. It went from raucous cries of fervour, to applauds of respect, to mild signs of life, to simple ambiance.\n\nSuddenly he noticed that. \"Oi!\" He piped up, his coarse, raspy voice once again assaulting the temporarily hushed harmony of the halls. \"I said,\" He rose to get up, though one of his serving girls, skimpily clad, went to assist him. He pushed her so hard when he put his paw in her face, she fell down the stairs with a crack. She cried out in pain, holding her ankle. The Skagerlly Brood went to assist in concern for her wellbeing, but as they moved he shouted the loudest he had all night, **\"DON'T FOCKIN' TOUCH HER,\"** He harked, leaning on the arm rest of his highchair. They were all stunned in silence as she continued whimper in agony. \"I said...,\" He stood his full form. He was a hulking bear of a man. At least six feet and eight inches, three hundred and forty pounds of unbridled aggression. In his prime, he was the one everyone avoided and ran from on the battlefield. However since then, Lord Radgore had grown quite fat in his older age. But he could still crush a man's skull between his bear hands. \"Did all of you fall on your heads when you fell out of ya mother's cunts? Deaf are we? The Deaf Skagerllys, is that what we are? You think that's someone ta fear? Someone ta be opposed by? The Deaf Skagerllys won't even hear you comin' behind them. Plant the blade in between their shoulders, **THEY WON'T KNOW ANY FOCKIN' DIFFERENCE,**\" He breathed heavily as he descended towards them. \"I said I'll build a fockin' dais of their fockin' bones and use their fockin' skin ta hold it together!\" This time, they cheered. Cheered louder than they had the entire night. The serving girl continued to scream.\n\n\"That's better,\" He took another swig of his horn of ale, downing the remains and going as far to hold it above his head so every last drop fell into his misshapen, near toothless mouth. \"Fat Tongue,\" He called out. A boy appeared from the crowd. \"More ale,\" He commanded.\n\n\"Yeth My Lord,\" He replied, running off.\n\nLord Radgore wiped his mouth. \"But ta do it, this *Boy* Wants us ta make amends with those fockin' crooks. Those parasitic, pompous prats who have strived for generations by killing our own! As if I'm ta lay down arms for bitch that fell out of Yaron Barrmount's balls. A marriage, he says. That's what will cure hundreds of years of blood, sweat, agony, burnings, pillaging and the like. Mallsrek can marry what's left of her, after I get one moment alone with that cunt! One dead Barrmount just isn't good enough. I'll string up all their bodies. The boy can decorate our opening gates. The second sister will be stretched across the entirety of the hallways, and I'll save her ladyship for my own personal chambers. Yeah. Yeah I like that. What a fockin' magnificent union that will be now. Now that's somethin' worth celebrating over,\" He was practically frothing at the mouth. \"Where is she?\" He asked suddenly. \"Where is Kelsafyr? She needs ta-,\" He hiccupped, \"She needs prepare the celebrations of this glorious alliance immediately,\" He looked around frantically. \"Well? Where the fock is she?!\" \n\n\"She's praying alone, father. She always does at this hour,\" Jyrol Skagerlly spoke up.\n\n\"Well go and fockin' get her then,\" He commanded. The serving girl start screaming again.\n\n\"But father, this hour is sacred to her. The communication between her and the Frozen Gods is essential in cleansing our household. She atones, for us.\"\n\nLord Radgore, drunk as he was, almost tripped as he made his way to his son. He lay his big meaty paw on his shoulder and his weight almost sent him into the earth. \"I don't recall asking. I don't recall, in all my years as Lord being told that I have ta answer ta an hour. A slot of time isn't afforded ta a Lord. A Lord affords a slot of time ta others,\" He pressed down further, causing Jyrol to visibly wince. \"Unless, 'a course, I missed that part when my father - your grandfather - was tutoring me. Maybe my hearing failed me, much the same way it has failed you lot here tonight. Or better yet, maybe my own father didn't hear that part when *His* Father was tutoring him. Maybe we are the Deaf Skagerllys, and weakness runs in our veins. Are you saying I'm deaf, boy?\" He growled lowly. \n\n\"No, fa- father, I was just... Just-,\" Suddenly Jyrol's feet were dangling, he was he was being held up with one giant hand around his throat. \"I meant no disrespect,\" He wheezed. \n\n\"Cause if I am Old Deaf Radgore Skagerlly, then our enemies will be able ta plunge their steel in my back at any given moment, and I'd be none the wiser. Is Old Deaf Radgore Skagerlly going to be stabbed in the back, hmm?\" He tightened his grip.\n\n\"...... No,\" Jyrol managed to squeak out as he turned red, then blue, then purple. \n\n\"So I'm not deaf then. I didn't miss that part?\" He asked. \n\n\"...... No,\" He was released. He breathed in and out desperately. The serving girl's shock was amplified. \n\n\"Good. Go and find her and bring her here immediately.\" Jyrol ran off with out another word. \n\n\"And Curls,\" Another boy appeared from the crowd before their Lord, \"If you don't make her shut her fockin' mouth within the next ten seconds, you all get the Pit.\"\n\nJyrol Skagerlly\nThe Hallways of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull\n\nHe almost tripped over himself as he paced toward Kelsafyr's chamber. Once he finally reached it, he knocked, and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**Kelsafyr's Bedchambers of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull.**\n\nHer bedchambers were noiseless and cool, the hearthstone long stifled, the only sound that broke the silence aside from Kelsafyr's vehement whisperings was the sound of her drapes being blown by the gale, twisting and contorting as if a lithe woman were using them to misbehave. Stooped upon the unyielding stone floor was a delicate woman with her head inclined before an altar of the frozen gods. With fingers interlaced and locked together, Kelsafyr exhibited herself most graciously to her deities. Quiet, breathy whispers caused her lips to part, pleading with those most sacred to absolve her families many iniquities, to preserve Shaydrin as he was so far from her. \n\n\"Honour my brother with your charity, shelter him from those who may harm him, bring him back to me unscathed and-.\" \n\nThe words drowned within her gullet as she heard the wrapping of knuckles against the door of her chamber. She hesitated for but a moment as if wishing the intruder to depart, before continuing with her devotions. With a definite inhale of breath, she uttered;\n\n\"Bring him back to me unscathed and prosperous over our-\"\n**Knock Knock Knock.**\n\nOnce more she was disrupted, and as such she elevated herself to a stand, brushing both hands down her legs to right herself and her dress. *Whichever idiot is awaiting her wrath behind that door best prepare himself*, she thought, her jaw tensing. *The utter disrespect and disregard for her that one would have to interrupt her hour of prayer are nauseatingly loathsome.* She took a few steps toward the door and rested her hand upon the handle, inhaling a breath in a moments respite, before she pulled open the entrance to her chambers. The look that she gave Jyrol was strong enough to curdle milk, but yet there she stood, awaiting a very good reason as to why he took it upon himself to knock on her door."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Jyrol Skagerlly\nThe Hallways of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull\n\nWhen he finally looked up, she was already there, gazing upon him with beautiful eyes of mystery and mercury. \"Oh!\" He jumped, clutching his chest. \"Kelsa - Kelsafyr. My deepest apologies to disturb on your hour of atonement. May you and the Frozen Gods forgive me,\" He breathed. Her visage was awe-inspiring. The regality of her sharp and angular features were something men could go weeks gawking at, without food, without water. But the imperiousness of her features made his heart race faster. He swallowed, \"Father beseeches your presence posthaste. He says we're to begin planning for celebrations of Lord Vivayn's success, and the future unison of Skagerlly and Barrmount,\" He informed her."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**The Hallways of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull**\n\nHer brow twitched upwards at an angle, lips remaining pursed and thin and she trained a level gaze upon him. She was utterly silent as she allowed him an explanation, and as he concluded his statement, her chin dipped in understanding. \n\n\"He's drunk.\" She stated as if this were a normal occurrence. It would have been phrased as a question if she required affirmation, but she already knew it to be true. Her tongue dragged along her lips in a moment of irritation, before it melted into a placid smile. A well practiced expression, it appeared. \"Well, I wouldn't want to keep father waiting. I eagerly await to hear how he intends for this to play out.\" She mused, her hands linking together and resting at her abdomen, her elbows jutting out at her sides. She tilted her head, suggesting he begin escorting her to the grand hall, with little attempt to hide the assertive air her movements produced."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Radgore Skagerlly \nHallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull \n\nRadgore stared at her a moment, before rasping out a laugh. \"That's fockin' *Brilliant,\"* He concluded. \"Yes,\" He said flatly, sniffling. \"It was always an inevitability. That's how it was always gan' ta end. Them in all dead in a dirty fockin' hole beneath their castle, and our clan standing above them.\" He nodded at his daughter approvingly, impressed with her tact. \n\n\"Customarily, father, the celebration of unison between Lord and Lady takes place during the *Actual* Wedding ceremony, and these affairs are held at their new homestead. Which in this case, would be Castle Barrmount. Holding such festivities there before the vagrohl pronounces them husband and wife can taint the alliance. It is a bad omen,\" Jyrol Skagerlly commented, seeming to highlight that Lord Radgore didn't understand that in the first place. \n\nA scowl befell the mammoth of a man's twisted features as he made a beeline to throttle his son once again, but Jyrol held up his hands defensively, \"I was just pointing out simple marital rites!\" He pleaded. \n\nThat halted Radgore, as he looked back to his daughter, then to his son, then all of his other spawn that surrounded him. \"Well what does that fockin' mean?!\" He barked out."
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull**\n\n\"All that it means, father, is we need to make sure the two of them are wed as soon as possible. Once the two of them are bound through marriage, the Barrmount estate, their lands, their treasury - it's rightfully ours.\" Kelasfyr cooed, soothing her father by patting him on the side of the arm with a dainty hand. \"It shouldn't be too much longer now, should it? You said it was only a matter of time, why not roll both celebrations into one? What a sight that would be, Sibyl Barrmount both being forced to celebrate her marriage to Marskell Skagerrly, and the downfall of her own house.\"\n\nWith a wicked squeal, she clapped her hands together in excitement. She weltered in relentless satisfaction from the very thought. With an air of authority to her, her hands clasped and she dipped her head into a nod. \"Now, I've been praying, father.. And I've had an omen, from the very gods themselves.\" She uttered, voice as soft and sweet as honey dripping from the comb. \"I see you sitting atop a throne of bones and skulls, the melted swords of the Barrmount sentry adorning the crest of your head in a crown.\" As she spoke, she slowly began to encircle him, the tappings of her heels echoing throughout the chamber.\n\n\"Yet, I see the moral of our troops are low, diminishing to dust. I worry that my cherished sibling Mallsrek lacks the.. Appetite that you would inspire into our troops. I want to see you and our house succeed, father, I would give anything to see it so. That's why I believe the gods are calling us to the front, to inspire our men with a blaze of hunger deep within their stomachs, to guarantee us this victory.\" She paused in her pacing until she had retreated to her original spot standing before Ragdore, intently gauging his reaction.\n\n—\nHer speech had been slow and thoughtful, allowing every word to hang upon the air so that it might fully sink in. She waited for a verbal response, eyeing Jyrol as she did so."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Radgore Skagerlly \nHallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull \n\nLord Radgore's dull imagination was suddenly alight with the cataclysmic picture Kelsafyr painted with her sultry tones. Black and white become oozing crimson, pulsating all around him. The Crimson Wash that once ran a millennia long with the blood of their enemies was once again flowing red and raw. He smiled at her again. \n\n\"The Frozen Gods gave you to me.\" Lord Radgore finally saw it, she was the beacon of light in a harbour of inequity. Centuries of slights and jabs and lack of acknowledgement would be put to the sword in one fell swoop. The Skagerlly's Albino Alligator they bore on their banners was the colour of snow. Lord Radgore had fucked and spread his foul seed enough to infest to snowy grounds of the Witherlands with his spawn, ready and lying in wait, completely camouflaged. Then when the moment was right, their eyes would open, revealing the piercing blood-red gaze of the Skagerlly creatures. \"So it is decreed. *Do Onto fockin' Others,\"* He bellowed across the entirety of the hall, with his children mimicking their house's motto.\n\n\"Lord Vivayn has given us orders though, father. We're to guard the entry into the Iron Planies should any of our enemies surface,\" Jyrol spoke with caution. \n\nRadgore Skagerlly responded to that by spitting his murky phlegm on the cobbled floors, \"Fock that. I've been sitting here for *Days! Weeks! Months!* I'm losing my balls here waiting idly by like some old dusty cunt afraid of his own shadow. Our enemies ain't comin'. They'll gather what they have and garrison with the Ice Lord, should he ever show his coward hide. *Lord Vivayn* Can shove his command up his boney arse. I'm the father of the betrothed! I'd like to reintroduce myself to the bride's parents by pissin' on their graves. We leave at sun rise.\""
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**Hallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull**\n\nKelsafyr hadn't thought of that, perhaps she shouldn't have taunted her father so. She didn't want Lord Vivayn to be angry at her family, that wouldn't do. She bit upon her lower lip, eyeing Radgore. It was too late to turn back now, the deed had been done. \"Surely some men can be left behind to secure the entry. We don't need a large party riding with us, that'll only draw more attention.\" She attempted to suggest, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. \"You wouldn't want to be taken advantage of in your excitement, Father. Jyrol speaks some manner of truth.\"\n\n\"I think it impediment we show our faces there, though. I worry Sibyl Barrmount might not be left alive to see her wedding day if we leave Mallsrek there alone.\" The lies slipped from her tongue like sugared icing. In reality, this was all a twisted, selfish excuse to see her brother, Shaydrin, whom she'd been apart from for so many months now. \"I'll prepare my things, and I'll see you at the gates at dawn.\"\n\n\"May the gods favour you, father.\" She uttered in farewell, gathering her skirts as she confidently made her way out of the great hall and retreated to her chambers. Shutting the door behind her, she pressed her back to the wall and exhaled a long-held breath, screwing her eyes tightly shut. This would have consequences, she knew it. She hoped that it wouldn't harm them too harshly, especially for a reason that was so selfish. She already felt guilt, but she bit her tongue and forced the bubbling bile of shame down into the depths of her stomach. She began to prepare her things for travel, calling a maid for help. \n\n\"Yess'm, right away, m'lady!\" She chittered, bustling throughout Kelsafyr's quarters."
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"message": "Lord Radgore Skagerlly \nHallowed Halls of the Weeping Pit, Reaper's Skull \n\nHe contemplated a moment, appearing as if the gears stopped turning a moment. He studied both of them, before reaching for another horn of ale Fat Tongue had been holding readily for his father. He downed almost the whole thing, gulping as if he were a man who had gone a full week without water in the poisonous deserts of Amoroth. \"Fine,\" He breathed as he finished, wiping his mouth off, liquid flying everywhere. \"Soggy bollocks,\" He pointed to Jyrol, \"I entrust that your paranoid and fretful demeanour will be enough to ensure my castle doesn't become a ruin. You have command of the Weeping Pit in my absence.\" He stumbled up dais back to his highchair as Kelsafyr departed. \n\n\"You... You honour me, father,\" Jyrol sounded utterly astonished. \n\n\"Yeah yeah,\" He slurred, slumping onto a chair a thud. The Lord of the Weeping Pit's weight echoed across the entire hall. \n\n\"You are mostly a disappointment ta me, Jyrol. My ilk scare runs through you. You do not have the tenacity of Mallsrek, Shaydrin or Kelsafyr,\" Radgore spoke aloud. \n\n\"My humblest apologies, My Lord. My greatest fear is to leave you disappointed.\" Jyrol joined his hands beneath his baggy undershirt, appearing almost like a scholar. \n\nLord Radgore laughed. \"But I will give it ta you, ya aren't an idiot. Always a bright boy, yes. I remember. But us Skagerllys have not made our names by writing books or reading books or proposing new profound ways in which this whoreson of world works. We know how it works. Fear and blood. But you could never strike either.\" His loud and monstrous demeanour had become subdued, perhaps by the gallons of ale he'd consumed.\n\n\"Some of us are born to fight, others are born to think,\" Jyrol retorted. \n\n\"Hmm,\" Lord Radgore groaned, \"The Skagerllys were born to fight. Manufactured to crush all who dare stand in our way. Not *Talk* About it. You talk a lot, boy. Always butting in and contradicting me... I suppose in that regard you're worth more to me than any of these fockin' slack-jawed, vacant-eyed *Shits.\"* The malice just oozed out of him. \"Ya aren't afraid ta tell your Lord Father he's wrong for the sake of the House.\" \n\n\"The prosperity of my House is everything to me, My Lord,\" Was all he had to say. \n\n\"Yet now that I commend you on your efforts, ya don't have much ta say,\" Radgore sniffed, and spat. \n\nJyrol Skagerlly actually moved to ascend the dais, walking methodically up to meet what looked like overlord of all evil, slumped in his throne of skull and bones which Kelsafyr had described to him so eloquently. Jyrol's siblings and half-siblings looked on with utter terror, their slack-jawed, vacant-eyed expression became filled with terror. Jyrol leaned in to his father, who was breathing like a stuffed boar, \"Because you will not remember a single word of this conversation on the morrow. So why would I waste my breath?\" Jyrol's words sure as steel. \n\nRadgore scowled up at him, bringing teeth, broken and missing teeth together in a provocative grimace. \"Oh you're so sure, are you boy? You think I-...,\" The Lord struggled to perch himself up to meet his son's gaze, \"You think I'm an oaf, hmm, a *Drunkard?\"* He tried to reach up with his bear's paw to throttle his son once again. Jyrol simply stepped backwards. \n\n\"You've had enough ale to paralyse a mammoth,\" He commented. \n\n\"You think I forget so much?!\" He bellowed. \"You think my memory fails me so?\" He looked down at his spawn, hardly any of their names came to mind. \n\n\"I've been studying you since I could walk, father. I know your hubris.\"\n\n\"I remember the things that fockin' matter,\" He began, \"In all my years a Lord, I've had more Ladies at my side than I can count on two hands. Though I suppose they made it more difficult ta count when one of them cut my digit off,\" Lord Radgore gave a hearty laugh, holding up his meaty paw to his son, missing a ring finger. Suddenly it hit him and his amused expression departed. \"This was your mother...,\"\n\n\"You threatened to have her raped by a pack of hounds.\" \n\n\"Well she was a difficult fockin' woman!\" Lord Radgore insisted. \"Always wanting more and more... The verbal lashing and public attempts at eradicating my manhood weren't half as bad as the melancholy. Her moods would drive any sane man in to wanting to kill himself.\" \n\n\"Is that why you gave her to the Weeping Pit?\" Jyrol imparted. \"Or was it because she wasn't Lady Liona?\" \n\nThat caused Radgore to not lash out like a wild beast and bludgeon his son, but to slump back further into his highchair in contemplation. His swollen hands traced over his mouth thoughtfully. \"You know in all my years of whoring and debauchery, that was the one,\" He said finally. \"I was never unfaithful to her. She never gave me a reason to. She was a good woman. I..,\" He rose once again, standing like a giant. \"I cared for her like nothing else. Until...,\" His eyes fixated on the ground, seemingly in a trance. \n\n\"Until what?\" Jyrol asked. \n\nLord Radgore's gut made a queer sound, like the rumbling of an ancient, cursed tomb that should never to be disturbed. Suddenly he groaned like a dying pig, as he spewed all the contents of his stomach lining over the dais, on the stairs, even reaching some of his children. He fell forward, smacking his face on the stone with a thud. \n\n\"Good night, father.\" Jyrol left him there, and ushered his siblings from the hall. \n\n————\n\nLord Radgore Skagerlly\nThe Vivayn Camps outside Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines \n\nLord Radgore led the pack as his fierce black stallion trotted forward. The banners of House Skagerlly flapped in the cold winds as they neared their destination. The albino alligator, cold blooded, on a crimson red field. The smoke from the campfires roared above the scene, with clouds meeting here and there up through the infamous pine forests of the Iron Plaines. Terrain that Lord Radgore was oh so familiar with and did not have fond memories of. \n\nHis black stallion gave a whiney as they came up on retainers and attendants. \"The horses all go queer this far east,\" He said to his daughter Kelsafyr, who rode beside him. \"Old ancient Barrmount witchcraft. That's why they took the Armoured Horse for their sigil,\" He proposed. Though the validity of that statement was up for debate. \"They'll use any underhanded tactics made available ta them. I've been fightin' them since I was a boy,\" He stepped down from the stirrups, handing the reigns to a stable boy. \"Go and find your brothers. I'd have words with them,\" He instructed her."
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"message": "**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**The Vivayn Encampment outside Castle Barrmount, The Iron Plains**\n\n\"Perhaps they can sense your unease, father. It's been a while since you were here, is it not?\" Commented Kelsafyr with little thought, the droning sound of hooves ambling along dirt roads filling her ears. It was a cherished respite from whatever conversation her father attempted to have with her. Lord Radgore Skagerlly wasn't known for his conversational skills. She tightened her grip upon the reigns of her mare, shifting within the saddle. She wondered how Shaydrin would react to her presence within the campsite, would he be angry? No, she thought, he'd likely be sick with worry for her safety in a place like this. Lost in reflection, the rest of the journey blurred, until she seemed to blink and they had arrived at their destination. \n\nShe swung her legs off of the side of her saddle and accepted the hand of a nearby stablehand, her thick heeled leather boots thudding against the ground as she dropped off of her horse. \"I'll find them right away.\" She reassured her father, tugging her riding gloves from her hands and tucking them into the belt of her leather pants. \"Take me to my brother.\" She commanded the stablehand, who quickly nodded his head and began to escort Kelsafyr throughout the campsite. \n\nHer stomach was in knots, her gaze wandering along the faces of the Skagerlly and Vivayn retinues as she traipsed throughout the bivouac. Hard, weathered, rugged faces greeted her, with lingering gazes that eyed her as if she were a chunk of meat. She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat and rested a hand on the hilt of her dagger that she had strapped to her hip, exhaling a sharp breath from her nose. A voice drew her attention, the stablehand that was escorting her had paused just outside a tent.\n—\n\n—\n\"Just a momen', m'lady. Oi'll tell y'brother of y'and y'fathers arrival.\" He grumbled, scurrying into the flaps of the canvas. Clearing his throat, his gaze landed upon Shaydrin. \"Sorry t'interrupt, m'lord, but y'sister is here, along w'ya father. They're awatin' y'self and Lord Mallsrek.\""
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"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nHouse Batten\n\nShe jumped at the sound of Remus' voice coming from behind the door. She realized she hadn't been paying attention, this entire time, and her eyes widened at the news. She popped up from the chair and walked swiftly to the door, pulling it open and peeking her head out.\n\n\"He is? Does he want to see me? Wait, does he *Know*? Who's going to tell him? I'm not going to introduce myself as his fiancée if he doesn't even know he has one...\" Her mind was obviously racing. She was even a little flushed. He *Was* Handsome after all. She swallowed a little, looking at Remus with wide eyes. \"How much time do I have?\""
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"message": "General Knights and Servants of House Batten: Remus Carvan\nHouse Batten\n\nWatching Evangiline's head poke out from the door the sudden rush of questions gave him slight pause. He made note of her expression, the wide eye stare making it hard to settle on the right words to set her at ease. Taking a deep breath in, Remus tried to give a soft and reassuring smile. He probably wasn't the best person to give all of these answers, he was just a knight after all not anyone who could speak with any certainty for those above him. However perhaps he could make sure she was as prepared as she needed to be. \n\n\"He just entered through the front gates minutes ago, I'd imagine after the rain from this morning he's more interested in a bath than meeting anyone. I'd imagine after he is presentable Lady Batten will wish to have some words with him about the arrangement, and once all that has been completed it won't be long before you meet properly. Take as much time as you need, first impressions are important.\" \n\nAs he spoke he noticed her flushed demeanor and how as he spoke she seemed to be deep in thought. He recalled how not long ago she had been quiet, reserved, and almost scared of the estate and its people.He hopped this was a change for the better over the worse, maybe this is just what she needs to open up to this place."
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"author": "munchy_",
"message": "Evangeline Luronsque\nHouse Batten\n\n\"Right... Right.\" She took a fee deep breaths and lowered her eyes. \"Could you please send in a maid to help me?\" She already was reigning in her nerves as best she could, trying to look at it all a tad more logical than what she wanted to. \n\nShe couldn't help but want to impress Caius, although she hadn't laid eyes on his face, if he was to marry her the last thing she wanted was for him to be disappointed in who he was stuck with. She smiled a little at Remus, mouthing the words *Thank you*, and slowly closed the door, leaving it unlocked for a maid to enter with ease.\n\nWalking over to one of her cases, she opened it and began to look through her dresses methodically, trying to close up her pesky thoughts and feelings and hypothetically work on putting one foot in front of the other."
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"message": "Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly\nVivayn encampment, outside Castle Barrmount, Iron Plains\n\nStriding through the camp Mallsrek took the scene in, tents jutted from the ground and fires crackled at regular intervals. The men seemed to be absorbing the situation as it arrived, but he could feel the palpable sense of restlessness waver through the air emanating from his fellow countrymen. Of course they felt this way, they were only at peace when in the thick of combat wreaking havoc as they were born and trained to do.\n\nHis ears pricked up as he heard a commotion from behind him. Turning round to face the danger head on he spied a nimble man in the attire of a messenger pelting through the camp, swerving between soldiers and equipment until he paused in front of Mallsrek breathless. Allowing the man a few seconds to catch his breath, the messenger spoke quickly and purposefully, \"'M'lord I ave pressing news. Yur fath'r as arrived and would like your presence immediately.\" He stood there awaiting an answer.\n\nMallsrek took a moment to compose himself, it was the first he had heard that his father had left their homestead. What was the urgent need for the patriarch to ride out and join the war effort? Answering back bluntly to the messenger, \"Very well I will go find my father. Your orders are to increase the number of sentries and patrols. This incident cannot happen again. If anything moves, I want to hear about it. Beware if this happens again or it will be your head on the table.\" He watched the messenger scurry off to carry out his orders, smiling to himself as he knew his orders would be followed to the letter. Having a fearsome reputation always had its positives.\n\nHe glanced at his entourage, and picking the two biggest soldiers in his hearthguard, he bellowed, \"You two with me, we'll go see what my father wants.\" Turning to the rest of them, he announced, \"The rest of you to your duties, this siege won't end by itself.\"\n\nGripping his belt, Mallsrek braced himself and proceeded to pace hurriedly through the ranks, flanked by his two chosen men until he spotted the red and white flag of his homestead and below that the figure of his liege. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the reunion of his half family and he grimaced seeing them here. They were a bane on the existence of this house that if he had his way with, would disappear in the dark of night without a thought. Ignoring them he strode up to his father, bowing his head slightly in respect as he paused in front of him.\n\n\"Welcome father, I hope that your journey was pleasant, but I can assure you that it was useless. As you can see the situation is well under control here. Morale is high and the men are ready to intervene if given the word.\""
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"author": "ryria.",
"message": "**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**The Vivayn Encampment outside Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines**\n\nKelsafyr rested her hands on Shaydrin's forearms and gave him an affectionate squeeze as he took a step back from her, still craving some sort of contact, she continued to fuss over him. She swept a hand through his mousy brown hair, combing it through her fingers as their mother often used to do. He still needed to look presentable, even in times of peril. A contented breath parted her lips as she looked to him, her eyes filled with adoration and love. She had missed him dearly, her heart ached whenever they were apart. She felt hollow without his presence. With a half smile, she responded to his rigid greeting with a much warmer disposition.\n\n\"It's been painful to be apart from you. I've been worried sick.\"\n\nShe paused, spying the arrival of Mallsrek. She turned her head ever so slightly in order to keep his figure in eyeshot at all times, before a thought came to her. Once he was within earshot, but far enough away it wasn't obvious she was intending for him to overhear, she uttered;\n\n\"Father was concerned about Mallsreks performance, weren't you, father? Nobody can truly inspire the men or in-still fear in the enemy like Lord Radgore Skagerlly. Things do look to be a little bit.. Dishevelled, don't you think?\" Kelsafyr inquired, posing the question to her father while also planting her own ideologies into that small, small mind of his. Her words were gentle and soft, as sickly sweet as honey fresh from the comb. A satisfied smile curled onto her features, one that Shaydrin was very familiar with. He could very much tell she was up to something, but to an untrained eye, she was merely smiling because she was reunited with her nearest and dearest.\n\n-\n\n\"Why, you should have seen the roads as we rode here. Bodies riddled with plague strewn all over the place, improperly disposed of with the others. For a moment, I was quite fearful I might catch something. Mallsrek's orders, I imagine. They seem far too half-arsed to be yours.\"\n\nThat time, she said it very clearly with the intention of Mallsrek hearing it. She rubbed a hand up and down Shaydrin's arm, before turning her body to face both her brother and her father."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Radgore Skagerlly \nVivayn Encampment outside Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines \n\nLord Radgore stood surveying the scene as the messengers brought the brood forth. He looked like a colossus standing sentinel, guarding. Though he moved much too impatiently for a statue or a guardian, always shifting his weight from tree trunk leg to tree trunk leg, tapping the top of war sword strapped firmly across his belt, and stomping his riding boots into the snow. His murky black eyes snapped side to side, eyeing all camp workers, attendants, stablehands, soldiers and knights suspiciously. He recognised many banners streaming through the cold gusts: the kneeling jester of House Cantler, with a dagger brandished at the rear, on a shining tangerine and muddy clay field; the pugnacious winter wolverine of House Redval, teeth bared on white and grey; the gleaming anvil of House Reyne, shining within a forge of dark embers and illuminated gold; the narrow-sighted horn mole of House Godraut; the ice sculpture of House Clodamyr, on a blue and blonde field; and finally the barrel of ale and dry shrubbery of House Delpsy, quartered. Radgore knew all of them and cared for them not, but he fucking despised the Delpsys, all most as much as the Barrmounts.\n\nWhen Shaydrin paced towards his kin, he looked as if he'd just come back from his trail of entering adulthood when he tested his grit for the Frozen Gods. Radgore remembered the day he returned to the Weeping Pit; his face was covered in muck, sweat and dry blood, his clothes were torn and raggedy, barely still attached to his form, and he had a limp that left him unable to walk for weeks, yet still he refused assistance to ascend the dais in the Hallowed Hall of their ancient castle, to present himself to his Lord Father as a new man. Radgore had counted on him not surviving the excursion, being a scrawny and nimble lad of sixteen that was dwarfed by nearly every single one of his siblings. He expected the wolves to take him in the night, as a boy. Yet he stood before him, on all his own power, as a man. Lord Radgore was legitimately proud of his son that day. When he looked upon his visage, he looked much the same; he looked fucking awful, and like he hadn't slept in months. \n\n\"What, no love for your old man?\" Radgore smirked as his twin son and daughter embrace, after months of being apart. \"You look like shit,\" Was the first proper thing he said to Shaydrin after they had finished their reunion. \"I suppose it's hard holding down the fort, ain't it lad?\" He put his bear paw across his sixth-born son's shoulder, \"But my boy does it so,\" The Lord of the Weeping Pit gave a jovial laugh. \"You know what needs ta be done if these lackies won't fall in line,\" He told Shaydrin, holding up a finger assertively.\n\nLord Radgore's pep talk with one of his favourite children that he'd given to him over a hundred times was soon interrupted by the shrill voice of another one of his children from across the grounds, behind him. Radgore's countenance went from the cheerful disposition of a father schooling his boy, to a miserable alcoholic sod in one instant. He jerked his gigantic body around to find Arko, his third born son there standing there miserably, announcing he'd defied their liege's orders. \"Don't give me that talk, boy,\" Radgore stomped over thunderously to him, \"You use respect when addressing your Lord and your father, especially when they're both one in the fockin' same,\" He talked down to Arko, chiding him. \"But I suppose that's why you'll never be anything more than a soldier. Only ever thinkin' about the chain of command and nothin' more.\"\n\nAs he was busy berating Arko, his first born son and heir Mallsrek made his appearance, strolling fiercely before his father and bowing. Mallsrek had always been the best in that regard, always devoted to his Lord Father first and foremost. But when he made his introduction, he too was similar in Arko's approach, denouncing the relevancy of his and Kelsafyr's arrival. \"Don't you start as well, Mallsrek,\" Radgore warned. Then as per usual, Mallsrek and Kelsafyr got into it and she discredited Mallsrek's efforts in representing the Skagerlly name and fancied them as insufficient in instilling the fear and terror into the subjects of war that were necessary in ensuring their victory. \"Enough!\" Lord Radgore bellowed, preventing another argument from beginning. \"If I have to hear one more of my children tell me I am wrong, I'll chop me own fockin' bollocks off so no more of you whelps can spurt out and contradict me,\" He looked at all of them with stern, hard-boiled eyes. \"Keep thinking you know everything, all of you. See how far it fockin' gets you,\" The mammoth of a man pushed and budged past all camp workers and attendants who were unfortunate enough to be in his path, knocking them out the way. He stopped before a tent with the Skagerlly banner set above it, undulating violently. He pried open the flap. \n\n\"All of you in here. Now!\""
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"author": "perfectlypeachy",
"message": "**Lady Kelsafyr Skagerlly**\n**The Vivayn Encampment outside Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines**\n\nKelsafyr allowed herself to enjoy the momentary satisfaction that came with Mallsrek's scolding. It was just enough of a barrier to cushion her from the pointed words of her father, to whom she responded by gently dipping her head, a placid smile adorning her lips. She eyed Mallsrek as she walked around him to lower herself into one of the seats that had been pulled out for her, a vicious glower that contorted her beautiful features into something unnaturally sinister and ugly. Her upper lip curled into a grimace and she rested one lip over the other, inhaling a sharp breath.\n\nShe remained quiet for the majority of her fathers speaking, dipping her head in limited understanding when it called for her to signify she was paying attention. She cared very little for finding a bride for the sea king, the entirety of this visit had been a last minute ploy in being reunited with her brother. She was almost surprised her father had fallen for it .. Almost. She raised a hand and pointed an index finger to rest beneath her chin, her bright blue eyes idly surveying the room as talk continued. \n\n\"The people won't just accept anyone, oh no... So that's why Cyroven writes ta me,\" Uttered her father. This caught her attention, and so she quickly shifted her gaze back to meet Radgore's. She felt her brother reach for her hand, but her own remained limp and unmoving as she stared straight ahead of her, holding her breath. Her father hadn't told her of this, surely he would have when they were travelling to meet the rest of their kin? Why would he wait to surprise her with something this important? He was a cruel man. He must be playing some kind of trick, some kind of horrible joke ... -\n\n\".... - The whore of Astoria, Anyanka Durkhan.\" \n\nShe released her breath, her face having turned bright red. She cleared her throat, disguising her nervousness with a cough, now tightly clutching the hand of Shaydrin beneath the table. She composed herself, and a few more moments of discussion passed by before she herself decided to speak once again.\n\n\"He wants you to kidnap her,\" She stated, as if it were a normal occurrence. \"I would argue the two of you would stand out like a sore thumb in a ball of southerners, though. I imagine she'll be at the festival I've been hearing so much about, correct?\" Inquired Kelsafyr toward her father, a groomed brow rising into an arch.\n\n\"You should let me go with them, if only so they don't make an utter fool of themselves with their lack of etiquette. Besides .. I hear that their Pirate King has quite the menagerie of wives, and they're all exceptionally beautiful..\" She began, before pausing, and quickly adding on, \"And their king, too, of course. I hear he's handsome too.\""
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"author": "cernunnos6082",
"message": "__Ser Shaydrin Skagerlly__\n__The Vivayn encampment outside Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines__\n\n\"Ugh, Kelsa!\" He chided, flicking a hand. \"Quiet about your 'menageries' for a moment!\"\n\nMuch as he adored her, her words did cut a bit deep just then. Shaydrin *Did* Have etiquette, far more than any of the peoning dogs and doltish man-oxes all around the table. And he was confident that he could get something of a Southern look, even if his skin would make him shine like a pearly white pebble amid swarthier sands. Through all of that, however, he could see what she was trying to do. He *Wanted* Her to come with him, to stay by his side, near his blade. It had been trying enough to venture this far without her, but to the *South*? And still, he couldn't get over the absurdity of it all.\n\n\"You want us ta snatch a queen for David-fockin-Brass' bed?\" He asked his father, already breaking into a bitter, uneasy laugh. \"And I suppose you'd like Mallsrek to minister their union? Is Lord Nathaniel just running around stealin *Brides* For his allies now? Father, you *Cannot* Be serious.\""
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"author": "iceager",
"message": "**Lord Arko Skagerlly** \n**The Vivayn encampment outside Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines**\n\n\"Father, you *Cannot* Be serious.\" Shaydrin yelled. Arko just chuckled at that reaction from him, Shaydrin was the one who was always calm, composed and dignified, watching him squirm so uncomfortably was probably better than any clown dance on his head. \n\n\"Tell me Shaydrin... How many times have you seen our father joke about these kinds of things?\" Arko pointed out while taking a comfortable seat on one of the chairs laid down, slightly sliding down to make himself more comfortable in the armour, his longsword was digging into his abdomen, making him more uncomfortable, but Arko was used to the lack of these comforts, in fact he had become dependant on them. \n\nHe finally spoke out again - \"If our father and not to mention Lord Vivayn says we need to bring them the whore then we bring them the whore served on a *Silver plate*. What about that is so alien to you?\""
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nGates of Castle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nThe lush and plentiful flakes that had fallen from the sky draped the canvas of earth as far as the eye could see. For miles and miles it blanketed the harshness and roughness of the Witherlands' terrain and made it appear clean and beautiful and untouched. Then the thudding came. A disturbance distinct enough it came building to a fever pitch until all that could be heard echoing through the forest of winter was the thudding and the crunching, pressing itself into the scene and asserting its will. The trees shook. The birds squawked and flapped their wings and eventually the cacophony of horses' whinnies, the sound of leather lashing against hide, the climactic increase of thudding against the ground, the crunching of snow and the shouting of men filled the atmosphere with their symphony. It rang high into the heavens, screeching of the apocalypse that was to come. The blissful scene of unbridled nature had been touched by their choir, with the maestro at the helm. \n\n\"Halt!\" Came a cry from a tower. Modest as it was, it almost blended into the woodlands that surrounded it. Yet it was tall enough to oversee the untamed wilderness of the Iron Plaines, with strong, stalwart stonework and space to house a good number of men. \"Men at arms, stand tall! Ready your weapons! Archers, nock and draw!\" The voice commanded, and the disturbance of the ambiance only furthered, as men scrambled to their positions to comply with the orders given. More thudding. More pounding. The archers pulled the string of their bows backwards until eventually the tautness of their bows and the struggle heard from their resistance was the only thing that could be heard, like a dead man hanging from a tree, blowing in the wind, just *Waiting* To snap off.\n\nThose at the head of the pack dismounted from their steeds. Draped in furs and feathers, two armoured men bore two separate banners: one, the sigil of House Vivayn, the Snow Crow in flight, in pursuit of its prey, on a black and nickel background. The other, a white flag of pacifism. Both flapped in unison in the cold winds. \n\nThe man who boomed out all the commands appeared from the battlements. A man of middle aged, grizzled, with lined features that had seen many a battle met the three figures standing before the outpost. \"What business do you have here, usurper?\" He called down. \n\nLord Nathaniel Vivayn craned his neck upwards, seeing the sun's silver rays retreat behind foreboding clouds. His riding attire was still rather striking. His overcoat robed around him, with furs springing out from the nape of his neck. His cloak looked as if it had been torn straight from a king's bed, with satin inlay that shone with all other fineries. The hood of that cloak was pulled heavily across his head, shielding his features. Standing there, in the snow, he looked like the most well-dressed druid that ever lived. He took care to free himself from the hood, eventually revealing his face. His facial expressions always invoked more queries than they ever answered. His sharp characteristics made his presence naturally intimidating. Though an ugly, bookish youth, he had matured into a rather handsome young man, yet onlookers would not bask in that. Rather, they would be drawn to the lifeless voids that were his eyes. They were the colour of murky ice and just about as chilling. People who were in close proximity with him were like to get lost in them, and then, never return.\n\nNathaniel took two deliberate steps forward, his boots crunching in the snow. \"I seek the fair lady of Castle Barrmount. Long have tales of her prowess and fortitude sparked intrigue in me. I believe she and I are long overdue for a conversation. The Frozen Gods have confided in me that this conversation will shape the future of our sacred kingdom.\" Strong winds picked up, flapping the banners and his cloak rapidly. \n\n\"The Frozen Gods confide in you, do they? You're a wanted man, Vivayn. The Ice Lord wants your head on a pike. Why would I permit you to seek an audience with my lady?\" The commander replied. \n\nNathaniel briefly glanced at the ensemble behind him: a never-ending sea of steel and humanity atop destriers of despair. \"Well... That, I presumed,\" His lips curled upwards into something of a wry smile. \n\n\"Castle Barrmount is defended. We will fight you tooth and nail if you so wish it. This is our land you are in now, turncloak,\" The seasoned knight responded defiantly. \n\n\"'Tooth and nail', I like that. As far as I am aware, horses have neither the teeth to bite to break bones, nor the nails to draw blood. Yet the armoured warhorse of House Barrmount is a sturdy thing. I am sure you would keep us at bay, for a time,\" The Lord of Wingsway sounded, as the tautness of the archers' bows rang even heavier in the air, \"But of course, I intend for no such unpleasantness. My men bear the white flag for a reason. I come in peace, sir.\" Nathaniel Vivayn raised both arms to his side, his skeletal hands extending upwards in an air of amity.\n\n\"To trust any words that vibrate off your poisonous tongue would damn this place far worse than any plague. We will take no such chance,\" The knight nodded his head and in unison, the sound of blades being released from their sheaths travelled around the tower, the sounds much more poetic than the din of chaos Nathaniel's host brought with it. \"I bloody well know just how much that peace banner means to you, Lord Vivayn. As I recall you set it above your castle walls and permitted the entry of the False King's men after your mother and father were beheaded for traitors. The men who thought they were under the protection of that white banner you now mockingly wield were slaughtered the very night you received them and displayed in a most inhumane fashion when the Ice Lord came to demand your loyalty. If I allow you to pass, no doubt the same fate will befall my men.\" \n\nThe veteran fighter pointed his blade towards Nathaniel and his men, adding to the arsenal of weapons being pointed at the Vivayn army. \"I will ask you one thing before all this begins. Why stab the Lord Ruler in the back when you had the opportunity to stab him in the front tens of thousands of times, like a man? What twisted game were you playing when you presented yourself as an ally of Marshall Carter to just coil and attack from the darkness like a serpent?\" The knight asked, feeling the hairs stand up on the back of his neck as they had many times before battle.\n\n\"I did what I did to survive. War broke out and every fabric of the realm was disturbed. My foolish mother and father, the Lady and Lord Vivayn would have seen the extinction of our house if they were to continue to support the False King. Just the same as Jarys Barrmount would have been the last lord of House Barrmount if it were not for his younger brother. He and I are not so different. You would do well to remember that.\" He felt the venom surfacing, the way he almost spat that last sentence out at the stubborn knight who halted his progression, his destiny. He breathed in the cold air, steeling himself. \n\n\"Marshall was the obvious choice over Felix, but after the dust had settled and the Brother's Rebellion concluded, it occurred to me how much the Carters had made this sacred kingdom bleed. Why continue to suffer under the carelessness and decadence of two men who have only ever fought for themselves, when the dynasty of their arrogance and pride could be replaced with new blood?\" Purging the old and injecting the new and brilliant was what almost always pulsated around Nathaniel's being; it emanated from his aura. Purification was what he believed he was put on this world for. Dousing the stains of the malformed and aberrations that crept in every corner of civilisation with his remedy was what he realised to be his destiny. \n\n\"New blood, is it? Your dynasty consists of much the same: of bloodshed and lies and greed and corruption. You have the gaul to stand there and compare yourself to Yaron Barrmount, who was the bravest man I had ever known. You are nothing like him. You are just another tyrant,\" The older man stated emphatically. \"And aye, the old warhorse may not have much in the ways of brutality, nor razor-sharp weapons... But it will still break the neck of your little snow crow if it slams its weighted hoof on it,\" The knights and archers and all other that occupied the outpost chanted in support of their commander.\n\nNathaniel exhaled in frustration, his breath steaming in the cold air. \"I suppose there is one distinct difference between your late lord and myself... I am still alive.\" *And I will ascend beyond even that soon enough*. He spun in an instant and returned to the two knights at his rear. He pushed the cape of one of them to the side and reached in his swordbelt to unsheath the blade within. He then pointed it directly to the man who showed no fear against him. \"How very noble of you, sir. A noble death is one of the best ways to go,\" He twisted the sword, looking at his reflection in the dimming light that illuminated their interaction, \"But I think the screams and howls would not make it appear so noble.\" The thought lifted some of the fog in his mind. \n\n\"As tempting as it is to peel the flesh of every last one of you insolent, boorish occupants of this shoddy slab of stone and mortar, I have no intention of doing so. House Barrmount has not yet declared for either side of this war. It would not be beneficial to me to leave you to my snow crows with what I intend to proposition your lady with.\" When the head knight did not respond and Nathaniel heard the tautness of those bows ring in his ears like a saw on wood, a knowing smirk crept across his features.\n\n\"I even come to you bearing gifts.\" Lord Nathaniel turned to his men and gave a signal and the ensemble parted with a column in the middle. He walked into it, like a rogue walking into a dark valley at moonfall to be with other nefarious creatures of the night. When he returned, six men followed him. Six men who appeared to have been through the hells and back, but returned without their souls. Their garbs were torn and tattered. Their faces gaunt, stricken with the marks of sweat, dirt and exhaustion. These were *Broken* Men. \n\nThe knight commander narrowed his eyes at the scene before him and then widened them upon realisation. \"Sir Wentworth?! Is that you?\" The man called down.\n\nThe honourable knight in question had his gaze fixated distantly onto the snowy earth beneath all of them, appearing to be somewhere entirely else. Somewhere not in the land of the living. After a moment or so had passed with the knight not responding, Nathaniel gave him a nudge. The man cleared his throat, almost as if he were gulping. \"Yes, Commander Vygris, it is I.\" Meekly, the man looked up at the outpost to meet his superior's eyes.\n\n\"My men found these brave guardians attempting to keep the peace in the village of Drejmire after the local men-at-arms were being bombarded by the afflicted. They valiantly held back those driven by madness and compulsion to the point of savagely attacking the line that would not permit their entry. Similarly, they attacked my men as we were riding eastwards and it is there we put them out of their misery,\" Lord Nathaniel explained, appearing to take on a solemn tone.\n\nCommander Vygris was none too convinced. \"You slaughter an entire village and take hostages. Is that what you expect grants you access to the castle?\" He let out a dry, humourless chuckle.\n\n\"I – *We* – Sir Wentworth and the other courageous fighters beside me were left with no alternative.\" Nathaniel slid his skeletal hand onto Sir Wentworth's shoulders, gripping it tightly. \"I have seen them up close, commander. Whatever illness that has infested them has made their minds dull and their actions ferocious. They would have started tearing each other apart alongside your knights here if it were not for me. The disease ridden inside of them is evil, and I extracted it out from them. Their lives were an unfortunate price to pay.\" Lord Vivayn once again raised the sword in his hand as the lithe digits of his other hand encircled around the sloped shoulder of Sir Wentworth. \"Yet it will be my cross to bear, sir. I will slash and thrust my way through any opponents that threaten the prosperity of this great kingdom. *Anyone* And *Anything,*\" He tugged Sir Wentworth closer to him, with the sword in his other hand flashing like a silver beacon. Even though the archers had long stood down, Nathaniel could still hear the tautness in his head. The struggle, the frustration. It was a symphony in his head. He kept picturing that dead man swinging from a noose in the wind, just begging to be snapped off from that branch. Then, at that moment, every fibre of his being was almost begging Commander Vygris to make him do it, just the same as the dead man in his head was begging to finally fall off and be one with the earth again. He wanted so badly to replace that swinging dead man with another poor soul so the winds would have another to torment. \n\n\"It is true...\" Sir Wentworth suddenly blurted out. His head struggled to look up once again, as if he were wearing a crown decorated with rocks. \"Everything he speaks is true. Lord Vivayn is our saviour... Our liberator.\" The man sounded depleted.\n\nCommander Vygris ran his gloved hand through his grizzled beard as he contemplated Sir Wentworth's words. He sighed, before ushering one of his subordinates over. \"Sir Harlan, you are to inform Lady Sibyl of Vivayn's arrival immediately. Speak to no one other than the lady herself. Do not stir panic,\" He instructed. \n\n\"But commander... Lord Rodrick's wake is still in progression. To disturb it would be—\" \n\n\"Just go. Now. Ride fast,\" Vygris interrupted. The knight left without another moment's hesitation. \nSatisfied, Nathaniel dropped the sword in the snow, leaving an imprint of the weapon. \"If your men would be so kind as to escort mine to the gates, I would very much appreciate it. Time is of the essence,\" He spoke clearly. \n\n\"My men and I will escort *You* And the two knights alone, not your entire host. And you will wait here until Lady Sibyl has been informed of your presence.\" The distant thudding of a horse's galloping echoed in the background. \n\nNathaniel held his bony hand up to ear, his hearing apparently suddenly failing him. \"What was that, commander? I cannot hear you all the way up there.\" Nathaniel gave an innocent smile. \"You will have to come down here and meet me face-to-face.\" \n\nSeething, Commander Vygris led his knights from atop the outpost, storming down the tower. Large oaken doors were booted open, their creaks painful. The knights of House Barrmount made their cavalcade before the foreboding sight of House Vivayn's army, with Commander Vygris meeting Lord Nathaniel head on. \n\n\"We will escort you and the men beside you, not your entire host,\" The knight commander repeated gruffly. \n\n\"Well that would put me at a distinct disadvantage, would it not?\" Nathaniel asked rhetorically.\n\n\"There are Skagerlly men in your ranks. If I take them any further than the pass, the sight of their banners will create a frenzy. My men will want blood if they so much as lay eyes on them. If you truly proclaim that the white flag you wave means peace, then you will leave them here, along with the rest of your host.\"\n\nLord Vivayn nulled that over, impressed with the knight's tact and forethought. A man like Vygris was useful in times of war. \"Very well. Lead the way, sir,\" Nathaniel complied. \n\n\"Not just yet. Lady Sibyl *Will* Be informed of your presence before you so much as step foot near the gates. You disturb us on a sacred day. She dons the white gown,\" Vygris explained. \n\n\"Oh bloody hells, how long has it been now since the old man has perished? A year? Longer? How long will she need to mourn before I can have a rational conversation with her?\" Nathaniel queried, bemused. \n\n\"Not her lord father. Her brother, Lord Rodrick. He passed from the affliction mere days ago,\" Vygris explained. \n\nThat caught Nathaniel off guard. His pale eyes traced over the lined face of the head knight, thinking of what that meant. *Mayhaps the Frozen Gods have sent me another challenge. Another boy to bring back from the grave.* Silence crept over the scene like a shadow. *Or perhaps it was meant to be that I come to her now. One replacing the other.* Another soul for the precarious branch. The revelation changed Nathaniel's direction dramatically. \n\n\"Well, how tragic...\" He sounded, lifelessly. \"I hope your man rides fast, because it is getting rather chilly out. I would hate to have to burn the entirety of your precious forests just to stay warm.\" In truth, he did not feel the cold. Rather, it was likely if one touched Lord Nathaniel Vivayn's own person, one's hand would turn black with frostbite."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nSibyl was wearing white. Through the transparent veil covering her visage, she looked impassive. Her mouth was set in a grim line, her eyes staring directly ahead of her. The world was shrouded, covered in a thin sheet of gossamer fabric, her vision obscured. It was only the smarting dryness in her eyeballs that reminded her, torturously, of her desire to blink.\n\nIn her head, she saw faint images fleeting past: the limestone statue of her father that stood beside her mother's in the courtyard; the rows of scattered phials in the castle physician's office; the vomit, like black sludge, that she had managed to purge from herself after minutes of heaving; Rodrick's pale face, tranquil as deep sleep, and his large, honest grey eyes, staring at her, unaffected, unsmiling, unending.\n\nShe blinked, and there they were again.\n\nShe kept her eyes in front of her. She had, earlier today, overseen the proceedings in the great hall of Barrmount Castle. The three large wooden tables had been cleared away, and an ornate, gold-lined white runner had been placed in the center of the room. The high table, too, was gone, and every seat along with it. The remaining fixtures still decorated the hall, and some others were hastily added. Barrmount banners hung proudly on every wall—the rearing, armored horse of her House seemed never far from her line of sight.\n\nHer brother's body lay enclosed in a small, simple casket ahead of her, where the high table used to be. Vagrohl Vilgot stood next to him, also clad in white, his extravagant robes belying his somber expression. She had been standing like this, motionless, for an hour, watching blurred outlines of people walking to and fro. Sometimes, they would come to her, shake her hand, and pay her their respects, to which she would reply with a cursory nod or a half-hearted \"Thank you\". The vagrohl had, in the beginning, stated a few prayers and blessings in Oldtongue, before choosing to, like her, simply stand and watch the people who had seen fit to attend the former Lord Barrmount's wake.\n\nThe doors of the Great Hall opened. She heard, dully, a conversation at the door, but still she kept her eyes forward, trusting the guards to keep out unwanted visitors. Again, the doors shut. Sibyl prepared herself for another perfunctory conversation and therefore felt no surprise when the new arrival walked up to meet her directly.\n\n\"Lady Barrmount,\" He greeted. He was wearing a knight's uniform. Sibyl didn't recognize him, though, dimly, she wondered if she should have. She nodded at him, looking him up and down, before her eyes landed on his face. He was young and not altogether ugly, but there was some horrible, frantic, desperate look in his eyes, curdling his features. \"I'm sorry for your loss. Lord Rodrick's death was a blow to us all.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Sibyl said shortly.\n\n\"Lady Barrmount,\" He began again, gulping, \"I have urgent news.\"\n\nThe now-familiar feeling of sick dread settled once more in her stomach. \"Yes?\"\n\n\"Nathaniel Vivayn is at the gates.\" He paused. \"His army is a league away, and he brings with him a retinue of our men.\"\n\nIt was like a thousand pinpricks set off in Sibyl's body instantaneously. Yes, she had scouts looking over the terrain, and she had known that Vivayn's army was close by, but with the ongoing scourge of the plague and, even worse, the tumult of her brother's untimely death, she had not been expecting him to seek to meet with her so soon and certainly not today, on the darkest and most difficult of days.\n\n\"The gates have not been opened?\" She asked, fearing the answer.\n\n\"No, not yet, my lady,\" Answered the knight. \"He is, however, insistent on an audience with you.\"\n\n\"I see,\" Said she, pursing her lips. She had known this was possible, of course. Beyond her personal troubles, she had always had the war in the back of her mind. If it wasn't in her domain directly, it was certainly encroaching upon it, and she had always considered that one day, it would arrive, but she hadn't, perhaps naively, ever imagined that it would come like this: unannounced, on the morrow of her only brother's death.\n\nThe knight stood, awaiting her order. She looked around the room, with all her people roaming about the hall like so many bleating sheep. Silently, she gazed upon the white wood casket which held her brother's stiff body in preparation for the funeral proceedings that were to go on tomorrow.\n\nSibyl willed herself into action. She would meet with him, but first she would allow her brother and his mourners a proper wake, uninterrupted by the war which had already upended so many lives. If he would siege her castle, then she had her own standing garrison and stables of war horses to face him. It was not enough to defeat Lord Vivayn's army unprepared, but it would bide her a semblance of time.\n\nAnd if he was seeking an audience with her, for his own good it would do him better to have her soldiers alive, not dead.\n\n\"Very well,\" She pronounced finally. \"Let him come. But do inform him of Lord Rodrick's wake. Keep the gates closed until the proceedings have finished.\"\n\n\"Yes, my lady,\" The knight replied, looking at her nervously but then ultimately bowing slightly and marching out of the hall. The great wooden doors shut behind him.\n\nSibyl watched him leave and then surveyed the throng of people scurrying around her. She swallowed. The image of her brother's body surfaced beneath her eyelids, and she felt her heart beating precipitously under her chest, her own forehead forming a sleek sheen of sweat. Her people would have the duty of the wake, but first she had to inform her sister of the coming arrival.\n\nShe turned to look at Anna, then, for the first time since the wake had started. Sibyl watched her sister's raised head, her straight back, her rigid shoulders, and she knew that same posture was mirrored in her own body. She wanted to reach out and grab her sister's hands to reassure her, but she thought better of it.\n\nWithout turning her head, she began to speak. \"Anna,\" She whispered, addressing her sister. \"Don't turn to look at me, but I need you to listen.\n\n\"I presume you have heard of the convening of the Council of Marin. I had planned to go myself, but Lord Nathaniel Vivayn is outside the gates of our castle, and he has come to seek an audience with me. He has an army within close reach, and he has captured some of our knights. With him here, I cannot leave,\" Said Sibyl, with as much dignity and solemnity as she could muster. Her voice shook only a little. \"You must go in my stead. As soon as the wake is over, I will go speak with him and offer him our allegiance.\n\n\"I need you to communicate his presence to the council. Leave immediately. You must be quick. Go through the dungeons if you must. Take as few servants and guards as you can, but enough to keep you safe.\" She spoke hurriedly, the sense of urgency emphasized in her speech. \"You must be safe, Anna. Be on the lookout for news. I will send you letters if I can, but if I cannot, stay in Taemar for as long as possible. I do not know what will come of this alliance, and I cannot promise your safety if you stay here.\" Sibyl hastily wiped at her cheeks with her hands. \"I cannot lose both of my siblings,\" She whispered finally, her voice low.\n\n⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯\n\nSibyl watched Anna leave, her eyes flicking over her sister's form for only a moment. Somewhere, in the deep trenches of her mind, she wondered if she would ever see her again and what fortunes, exactly, the council might bring for the both of them. As soon as her sister slammed the door shut, Sibyl's unblinking eyes turned back once more to her brother's coffin and, finally, up to the dais where Vagrohl Vilgot was standing.\n\nHer breathing was shallow, her heart frantic, its tense, rhythmic beating reminding her of a coiled creature about to unfurl, like the viper she once found in a thick, dense thicket deep in the forests near her home.\n\nWhen she finally blinked, she had a vision of the Great Hall flooded with unceasing, rolling waves of seawater, but then she opened her eyes again, and the room was quiet and dry, and the throngs of mourners and well-wishers and sycophants were buzzing around her, softly, like bees looking for spring honey.\n\nShe stood like this for a time, subtly clenching and unclenching her jaw, stretching her index finger, then her middle and her third, flexing her toes underneath her shoes. Somewhere, dimly, the vagrohl was speaking.\n\nHis voice was rough and wavering, hitting tonal peaks like crags or the tops of mountains, and then lowering once more so as to soothe his audience into a lull. She could only just understand what he was saying, though she knew the customary Oldtongue rites. He was speaking in a language even older than her own, old enough so that the gods would listen and heed him. Sibyl had learned the words as a child, but she also knew that what mattered was listening, allowing the sound of his voice to sink into her bones, whether or not she knew exactly what he was saying.\n\nIt was plain enough: the vagrohl was chanting a plea for clemency and for salvation, and Sibyl felt the worship in his voice in her own body, allowing herself to fall into the deep, slow yearning of prayer.\n\nShe knew not how long he spoke, but by the time he finished Sibyl realized that she must have been crying, and she wiped the tears from her face with the sleeve of her white gown as if waking from a dream. She walked up to the platform where the vagrohl was still standing, and though she felt reluctant, she knew she must address the crowd before her.\n\n\"Thank you for attending,\" She said, her voice quiet. \"The funeral for Lord Rodrick will be held tomorrow.\" She paused for a second and resisted the urge to rub her red, itching eyes. \"You are all welcome to stay at the castle in preparation for tomorrow's proceedings.\" She did not mention the presence of Lord Vivayn or his army so close by outside, but silently she knew she would be convening with him not just for her or for her House but on behalf of all the people innocently gathered here today. She stepped down from the dais, stopping for a second to place her hand upon the wooden surface of the coffin and say her own wordless prayer.\n\nAfter one last nod to the people gathered here, she walked out of the Great Hall, the throng parting before her like the waves she so clearly pictured in her mind's eye.\n\nShe knew it was time to face the inevitable, and she did not need to seek it out. There, standing outside the doors, stood the same knight who had informed her of Vivayn's presence outside the castle. His expression looked fearful, but she kept her gaze and her twitching heart as steady as she could.\n\n\"It is over,\" She told him. \"Open the gates. Please inform Lord Vivayn that I will greet him personally once he is safely inside the castle.\"\n\nThe knight nodded, thanked her, and set off to tell his superiors to open the portcullises and allow the rebel lord to enter Castle Barrmount. As she watched him walk off, Sibyl herself moved several steps and leaned against the walls of her family's castle, pressing her body against the thick, sturdy stone and willing it to support her. She breathed deeply, stood like this for a moment, and then she, too, walked away, moving swiftly down the grand corridors of her home to welcome the man who would meet with her on such an unwelcome occasion.\n\nWith her gown trailing behind her, she made her way to the castle's entrance, eventually stopping beside the house's first and most prominent stairwell. Despite the noiseless clamor of her spinning mind, she stood, and she waited."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nThe chains of the portcullises that shielded the ancient castle from the elements cranked and ground as they were raised. The visage of the Lord of Wingsway could be discerned from the other side the higher the metal beams receded, and there was something otherworldly in his eyes. \n\nThe melted snow and sleet crunched, squelched and echoed underneath the dense gatehouse as Nathaniel, his two knights and Commander Vygris's men made their entrance into the stronghold. It felt like a never-ending tunnel, with light from either side eventually disappearing until one made it to the other side. When he saw the first first hints of what the day's silver rays had left for him, Nathaniel was almost blinded, like he was walking into purgatory. \n\nOn the other side, he peered around analytically. There was not much to note aside from the surrounding grounds which were composed of a large plot for the Barrmounts' famous war horses, where they could roam and gallop freely. Walking up the designated road that led to the manor, there were a few buildings spotted throughout the space that caught his eye: a number of modestly-built keeps that could house a few decent men. When he was a boy, his father spoke of the insignificance of the Barrmount estate, so Nathaniel was expecting a mere timber construction in the centre of a few courtyards, but walking the area himself he found it to be entirely contradictory. Whilst it was not grandiose or ostentatious in display, there was a certain subtle regality about the place. It was no Wingsway in size or stature, but Lord Vivayn could feel the hardiness of the place emanating off the strong and solid stone and pinewood structures.\n\nAs he approached the manor, Nathaniel stopped a moment, just before the stone steps that led up to the abode of the Barrmount family, which halted the entire gathering accompanying him. His eyes scanned around the wild and unfamiliar terrain, and he found it much more ominous than out in the endless winter wilderness of the Witherlands. \n\n\"What did they use for his coffin?\" Nathaniel suddenly blurted out. \n\nA confused exchange of glances took place between the men in attendance before Commander Vygris cleared his throat, narrowed his eyes at the lord and said, \"What?\" \n\n\"The material. The structure of the coffin. What did they use?\" The Lord of Wingsway asked, pointedly. \n\nCommander Vygris deadpanned the rebel lord for a few seconds before exhaling. \"I do not know. I did not attend the wake. I was stationed at the outpost to spot for enemies.\" He side-eyed the Vivayn knights. \n\n\"Marble is the best. A porcelain coffin is pure and clean. When my parents passed - sad as it was - there was a certain... Beauty in watching two perfectly-shaped marmoreals descend into the ice. They fit into their tombs so perfectly. It is almost as it was meant to be.\" It was like he was reminiscing. Though only Nathaniel knew those coffins were hollow. \n\n\"I'll suffer no more of your manaicial machinations. Bloody well get on with it.\" Commander Vygris marched forward, though Lord Nathaniel did not follow. \n\n\"I particularly like the feel of the stone-cold marble against the tips of my fingers. It feels just like the carcass beneath.\" \n\nIn the blink of an eye, Commander Vygris was in Nathaniel's face, barely an inch separating them. \"You impeach upon my late lord's honour on his own grounds once more and I will strike you down where you stand!\" He yelled right into the younger man's pale face.\n\nNathaniel stared directly into the veteran knight's eyes. He could see his blood boiling. \"Oh, I meant no disrespect,\" He sounded, calmly. \"None of that could possibly be directed at Lord Rodrick as you Barrmounts have no means of acquiring such material. A little too rich for your tastes.\" His gaze broke off momentarily as he pondered. \"Teak. I would wager it was teak. It is strong, sturdy and the right colour for such an occasion. Certainly fitting for you Barrmounts surrounded by those bloody desolate forests.\" \n\n\"You will wager nothing in my presence any longer. Not in my presence, nor on these grounds.\" Vygris' voice went from a heightened yell to a low whisper, and each was just as terrifying. \n\n\"I cannot help my inquisitive nature, dear commander. New grounds breeds new information. I wish to acquire all of it. Yet, I have realised standing here and conversing with you like gentlemen that you are not a man to let much loose, are you?\" He paused, any coy or sly expression that had befell his features in that interaction disappeared, leaving a blank nothingness. \"I think it is high time I see the one person who can answer my questions. Alone. No more interference. No more waiting. I have the power to reign hellfire on your precious abode the likes of which you have never seen before. I can snap my fingers and have every last living Barrmount brought before me and mutilated in the most grotesque fashion imaginable... And I'd force you to be the man to do it. You are a man that lets very few things loose, so hold that little thought tightly, *Ferociously* Next to your heart as you ride back to your rickety tower.\" Suddenly, some signs of life reappeared about his face. \"Most perilous winds are travelling our way, commander. I will need a strong and dutiful man such as yourself to keep watch out for whatever monsters make an appearance.\" He turned, without another word.\n\nNathaniel climbed the stone steps towards Barrmount manor. He walked through purgatory, traversed the long, muddy trail and now stood what before whatever waited for him inside. He traced his skeletal fingers across the engravings of the large oaken doors, feeling for signs of life. Eventually, he placed his palms and pushed against the doors. He felt his ligaments stretching and aching with the resistance of the structures, with the creaking and groaning of the hinges and grinding against the ground to add to the sense of struggle. The sound permeated around his being, much the same way he heard that dead man swinging from his noose in the wind, until eventually... Silence. The doors slammed shut and echoed about the building like a boulder had been dropped from the balconies. \n\nNathaniel Vivayn looked around the manor from the reception. It was larger than he imagined, with long corridors and open hallways. Family heirlooms lingered around, but something felt off. There was a hollowness inside that place, a sense of desolation and strandedness. The loss of Lord Rodrick ached in every nook and cranny of the castle. Ghosts hung in the walls of that place much the same way they did in Wingsway.\n\nWhen he looked up to the landing of the staircase, he saw a woman standing there like a statue. \n\n\"Lady Barrmount,\" He announced, \"My most sincere condolences for the loss of your lord and brother. Had I known of the tragedy that has befallen your family, I would have sent a courier with gifts and afforded you as much time as you needed before an audience.\" The words sounded almost forthcoming from the formal tone of the rebel lord, yet the declaration hung in the air with the same hollowness the aura of the manor presented. \n\n\"Yet it is tragedy that unfortunately brings I to you on this day. I have travelled a very long way to finally make your acquaintance.\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nSibyl stood for what felt like mere seconds. The doors opened, and the tremulous, traitorous beating of her heart quickened; she could feel it, fast and loud, against her chest. When she turned her eyes, there stood Nathaniel Vivayn.\n\nHe was young and pale and striking. The too-rich robes he wore swallowed him, framing his gaunt face like a cocoon, and the contours of that same face betrayed his status. There was something terrible behind the frail noblesse of his features, but there was recognition, too.\n\nSibyl smiled tightly, the corners of her lips hardly twitching.\n\n\"Lord Vivayn,\" She greeted, \"Welcome to Castle Barrmount.\" She watched him as he spoke to her, noting his speech patterns and the formality of his diction. \"Thank you for your condolences. As you well know, your arrival was preceded most unfortunately by my brother's wake, and I felt it necessary to defer our meeting until after the wake had concluded. I trust you were not waiting too long.\"\n\nShe stood in silence as he broached the topic of his arrival. \"Tragedy has impacted us all in some way,\" She replied. Sibyl looked him up and down before continuing. \"I was informed that you have brought some of my knights with you. I appreciate you having retrieved them from their posts, but I do assure you that it was unnecessary.\" Sibyl knew what the knights were called by another name: hostages. It was a way of forcing her hand—she had little recourse but to speak with him, lest she forfeit her own men to his army. The scouts she had employed were hopeless in stopping Vivayn and his troops, but even had she been informed, she knew there was nothing she could have done about errant knights being carted off by an invader.\n\nStill, it was as good a pretense as any for a necessary acquaintance. Had it been on any other day, perhaps she would've praised him for his cunning. As it were, all she could do was remark upon it.\n\n\"I understand we have much to talk about,\" She said. \"Please, follow me. We can conduct this meeting in my solar.\" With her feet already poised to climb the staircase, Sibyl took several steps before stopping, gesturing for Lord Vivayn to follow her, and continuing her ascent further into the castle."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\n\"Yes, most unfortunate,\" He acknowledged, peering around the confines of the Barrmount's home. Loss and longing perfumed the air, he sensed. \n\n\"My arrival was most warmly received by your men. They were ever accommodating and hospitable after the arduous journey myself and my army had to endure. I believe your sentinels were almost jubilant to see their compatriots alive and well, particularly Commander Vygris. What a fine man he is.\" The hollowness of Nathaniel's cheeks truly became apparent whenever he attempted a genuine smile. In a certain light, one might have even been able to see the outline of his skull. \n\nHis eyes scarcely blinked as he looked up to her, listening to every word she had to say intently. \"I must offer a correction, my lady. It was not a retrieval. It was a rescue. Your men held their posts as best they could, but by the time we had arrived in Drejmire, the entire populace had overrun them and become ravenous. The affliction, I fear, contaminated their minds. Had myself and my men not intervened, your men would have also been lost to the plague. As the nights grow darker and the winds grow colder, this illness will only defile more of our land.\" \n\nAt Lady Barrmount's invitation, Nathaniel proceeded to climb the long staircase that presumably led up to her solar. His elusive hostess already made some ground on him, causing him to walk with a sense of urgency that had not been instilled within him since he arrived at Castle Barrmount. Lord Vivayn felt that was a prerequisite for the remainder of their meeting."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nUpon ascending the stairs, Sibyl acknowledged Lord Vivayn's correction with a taciturn, \"I see.\" In her mind arose a depiction of his words: there stood her stranded soldiers, lost in the unending cries and hunger of the sick. She glimpsed the silhouette of her brother's pale head in the crowd, bobbing alongside the others, but could not abide the starkness of that image and suddenly shook her head, moving further along the straight path of the upstairs corridor.\n\n\"If my men appreciated your rescue as much as you say,\" Continued Sibyl, \"Then I thank you.\" She punctuated her words with a pause, her face half-lit by the brass torches spanning the length of the hallway. She knew the illness touched her lands—Rodrick was the icy proof of that. The embellishment of Vivayn's tale was another matter entirely. With a ravenous village, deserted soldiers, and the Skeleton Lord himself as the unlikely hero, she was certain the bards would compose epics of his story.\n\nAt the thought, Sibyl's mouth turned up in a sardonic smile.\n\nShe resumed walking, her eyes glancing to and from the embellished halls of her castle. On the walls hung rich tapestries and paintings. Some were snowy landscapes, vestal icons of the forested region she called home, but most were portraits of long-dead Barrmounts, their pale faces and stern eyes staring solemnly down at her. When they reached the broad oak door leading to her solar, Sibyl opened it only to look up at the face of the latest portrait: a large canvas of her father, Yaron. He had commissioned his likeness to be painted only a year before he died, and when she looked at him she saw the reflection of the man she remembered so vividly.\n\nIt was an extraordinarily well-crafted portrait, with solid linework and perspective. In it, her father donned his knight's attire, sword sheathed at his hip and his helmet resting on a table behind him. He appeared strong and healthy. Still, despite the unerring resemblance, there was something missing. There was no glimmer of emotion in his eyes, no determination, no love for her. It was merely a frail vignette of a man who used to be her father. Someday, she told herself, she would replace it with her own portrait, but for now she couldn't bring herself to take it down.\n\nThe rest of her solar was similarly adorned. Many more tapestries, silk-spun and reeling with color, hung from the walls, and ornaments from disparate kingdoms decorated the bookshelves which circumscribed the room. There were small statues of solid gold; pearls, encased in glass and fetched from salty southern waters; and books of every persuasion, hand-inked and illuminated with precious metals, among other conspicuous displays of the Barrmounts' wealth and status.\n\nIn the center of the solar was a large desk, made of pine heartwood and carved by artisans at Castle Barrmount. There were papers lying atop it, parallel to quills and ink, but the array was well-organized, and Sibyl took great care to make sure her writing didn't stain the worktop. Near it were two chairs: one, a large leather armchair, and the other made of wood and padded with soft green thread.\n\nAfter unceremoniously taking a seat in the armchair, she gestured to the other and said, \"Please, have a seat.\" Sibyl placed both of her hands on the table, delicately folding them together and looking at the man before her. She cleared her throat and steeled her gaze before continuing. \"Now that we are alone, I shan't be coy, and I expect you won't be either,\" She stated, her tone blunt. \"You have come here for a reason, Lord Vivayn. Tell me what it is you want.\""
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nHis environment was ever-changing that day. From the wintry wastelands of the Iron Plaines where he met the Barrmount men, to the long walk up the sodden and dreary trail that was encircled by the foreboding structures the Barrmounts used to shield themselves, to then inside the manor itself. The passage of time followed them as they walked to Lady Barrmount's solar, he felt, as he viewed the faces from old Barrmount rulers of days gone. The aura of death and sorrow seemed to follow the Barrmounts wherever they went, much the same way Nathaniel felt their eyes watching him as he followed the lady of the castle. He recognised the likeness of Lord Yaron Barrmount from the few times he peered at him at his visits to Wingsway when attempting to mediate the rising tensions between his older brother Lord Jarys and Lord Radgore Skagerlly, alongside Nathaniel's father. *Perhaps Rodrick will replace his portrait soon. Though he was not half as tall,* Lord Vivayn thought to himself.\n\nWhen entering Lady Barrmount's solar, Nathaniel spied what she decorated her abode with. Large bookshelves stood like standing soldiers at arms, well organised and well kept. There were a variety of different covers and spines, marked with engravings that he hadn't seen before. The bright colours spoke out to him, inviting his intrigue. Perhaps Lady Barrmount was a connoisseur of literature like he was. The trinkets and fineries that enriched the lady's solar were much grander and more vibrant than the novel displays of moderate wealth the Barrmounts presented in the superficial layers of the interior of their castle and in the corridors, almost out of a sense of obligation. Those visible in her solar were gilded, eye-catching and specialised, likely to fetch a high price for any pirates seeking treasure in the black markets. Nathaniel thought that interesting; that only once the layers of flesh were peeled from the Barrmount's stony walls could one peer behind the curtains and get a measure of their character. The truth laid beneath the armour, but a bloody strong hand was required to rip it apart. \n\nThe rebel lord looked at the large desk placed strategically in the centre of the room, finely-crafted and well-made. The sturdy contraption was presumably made from the thick pinewood that surrounded their fortress. \n\nNathaniel acknowledged how neat Lady Barrmount kept her desk, and how it nearly mirrored his own workplace. At her invitation, he unclasped the snow crow brooch that held his cloak together and swung from his person to delicately lay it on top of the chair that had been designated for him. He wore a black leather jerkin beneath that was spun with a smoky grey, just like the colours of House Vivayn.\n\nWhen he sat on the cushioned chair, he let out a slight exhale of amusement and flashed a small smile at her in response to her proclamation. Suddenly, in the bat of an eye, any indication of feeling or emotion was stricken from his features, becoming a complete blank slate. Then he studied her, analysing her own facial features after finally being in close proximity to her. He watched the way the light danced in her eyes. \n\nAt her question, Nathaniel considered his answer. \"What do I want?\" He repeated. He admired her bluntness. \"It is just so rare that anyone ever asks me that anymore.\" He licked the inside of his sharp teeth upon his contemplation. \"What do I want?\" He said again. He exhaled sharply, returning to her gaze. \"Well, now that you mention it, after the sleepless days, long travels, endless ridings and ghastly amount of walking, I am rather parched. I want a drink,\" He stated, emphatically. \n\n\"May I?\" He gestured to the decanter full of wine placed on her desk, with two idle glasses sitting beside it."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nSibyl eyed Lord Vivayn intensely after she spoke to him. She noticed how he smiled at her, briefly, before carefully moving his facial features into an impassive mask. For that one moment he seemed human, so unlike the spectre he had been before. The mask made him look like himself again, though his next words flummoxed her.\n\nShe had expected a different sort of request: a vie for power, certainly political but perhaps personal, too. Instead, he wanted a drink. *May he?*\n\n\"I—yes,\" She responded, nonplussed. She nodded towards the decanter, its two delicate wine glasses glittering faintly in the light. Sibyl was no connoisseur. She drank wine rarely, and when she did, she preferred it rather diluted. Still, the option was there, should she have visitors, so her servants dutifully filled, emptied, and refilled the decanter before she ever entered the solar. \"An Araedian import,\" Said Sibyl, tilting her head at the wine by way of explanation. \"I'm afraid I don't know its vintage.\"\n\nHaving already dismissed the fleeting notion of summoning a servant to do the pouring, she raised one eyebrow pointedly at Lord Vivayn and waited."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\n\"I assure you my lady, after the journey I have had, anything will suffice,\" He said in response to her, grasping his long skeletal fingers around the decanter. He methodically placed the two wine glasses beside one another and poured the rich, dark liquid in one and then the other with precision. After setting the decanter down delicately, he lifted one of the wine glasses between his index and middle finger and placed it in front of Lady Barrmount. \n\nLord Nathaniel raised his own glass in the same manner he had for the Lady of Barrmount Castle and studied its contents, watching how the volume of it flowed. He took one sharp inhale from its rim to surmise its quality. \n\n\"Perhaps not vintage, but potent and pleasant. A good catch to whomever stocks your cellars,\" He complimented, graciously. \n\n\"Araedian you say?\" He questioned, with a flash of amusement about his features. \"I care little for southerners, admittedly, but I will say, they make exceptional wines.\" \n\n\"I do not usually partake myself, as alcohol undoes many a people wildly. Yet after these past months, I seemed to have craved its embrace more than ever,\" He said, almost confiding in her. \n\nHe glanced down at his glass once again, looking at the vibrant concoction with seeming hesitation. \"My father always taught me it was both improper and uncouth to accept the generosity of a host without raising a toast beforehand. So, if I may be so bold,\" He extended his arm above their heads which caused the ruby beverage to swill in its glass slightly, \"To the memory of your father and brother, and to the good health and prosperity of your family in these times wrought with strife. May the Frozen Gods watch over them,\" He voiced. Nathaniel Vivayn had a piercing stare and it was directed straight through the heart of Lady Barrmount as he awaited her response."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nSibyl listened intently to Lord Vivayn's words as he spoke them. She parsed the subtle confession of his stress and nodded her head in acknowledgement. The recent months, too, had all but undone her, as they had so many across their land.\n\nHis next words—a toast—came unexpectedly. Sibyl felt little like toasting on the eve of her brother's burial, but she met Lord Vivayn's pointed gaze and raised her glass just the same. She moved the glass towards his for a brief moment before redirecting it to her waiting mouth. Wine, dark and heavy, burned a path down her tongue, and she suppressed the urge to cough. Instead, she cleared her throat, once, and echoed, \"May the Frozen Gods watch over them.\"\n\nShe placed the glass down and closed her eyes for a second to steady herself. When she opened them she looked directly at the Skeleton Lord's pale face. \"I am pleased you like the wine, Lord Vivayn. I will relay your compliments to the kitchens,\" She said, gracing him with a pleasant, though narrow, smile. She was silent for a moment more, her index finger idly tracing the grain of the wood on her desk. Then, she spoke up, her expression suddenly steely. \"I know you have not come here to drink my wine and toast my family. Certainly not with the entire Vivayn host at your back. Do not toy with me any longer, my lord. What is your purpose here?\"\n\nWith those words came the familiar sick dread. Sibyl sensed it course through her, and she stilled, relaxing the movements of her body and feeling the weight of her unmoving hand as it slipped, placid, at her side."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nThe Lord of Wingsway watched as his host politely sipped back the wine. When she cleared her throat, Nathaniel finally raised the rim to his lips and let the liquid pour into his mouth, sliding all the way down his throat. He let the flow continue, gulping and suckling at the flavours and spices the mixture offered like a babe would at its mother's teats. The muscles in his neck looked as if they were convulsing as he swallowed the remnants that lingered in his glass. The dark red drink and the strain he underwent to satiate his thirst made it appear as if he were some mythic vampire bat feeding upon the blood he'd drained from a victim. When he finished his glass, beads of crimson hung from his lip, threatening to drop and stain his clothing. One bead trickled down his chin and dripped off, but he caught it in a handkerchief before it made contact with anything. Then, Lord Vivayn dabbed the rest of his mouth dry with that same piece of cloth so he didn't appear fresh off a feeding. After neatly folding the handkerchief, he slid it away into his breast pocket. \n\nAt Lady Barrmount's insistence on knowing why he was here, Nathaniel wrapped his lithe digits around the decanter and lifted it once again to pour another glass for himself. He eyed what point of the glass the contents remained in her glass and matched that as he poured his own. \n\nHe slid the glass to one side as Lady Barrmount raised more serious matters, noticing how she tensed then relaxed in the blink of an eye. If she were fearful of him, she was good at hiding it.\n\n\"Very well, my lady,\" He said, putting her out of her misery. \"I assume you are neither deaf nor blind, judging by your ability to respond to everything I say to you without assistance, and the gracefulness in which you ascended your stairs to lead me here to your solar. So, you know exactly why I am here.\" At the sudden sound of friction, his ghostly eyes fell down to the point of origin, noticing that she was tracing her finger against her immaculate heartwood desk. Subconsciously, Nathaniel traced his thumb against it as well, attempting to understand her before what he said next.\n\n\"Marshall Carter wants my head mounted on a pike, and he is willing to pay a very high price for it. All the Great Houses of the Witherlands have declared their allegiance for him, except for House Barrmount. Knowing this, naturally I had to travel to the foreboding Iron Plaines to ask you,\" He traced his thumb against the heartwood desk again before leaning back in his chair, sitting up straight, \"To ask you to join me in my war against the Carters and assist me in removing them as the power of the cold north.\" He let that settle in the air between them for a moment. \n\n\"Though I must admit, I am curious,\" He said, tensing his jaw. \"I suppose another purpose of me coming to you on this day, at this hour is to know why.\" He lay his hands flat on his lap. \"Why did you not declare for the Ice Lord, when everyone else has, in this war? Surely he sent letters, birds, riders. Why not throw your lot in with the rest of Withic nobility?\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\n*He guzzles wine like a drunkard,* Sibyl thought as she observed the lord opposite her. She pushed her still-full glass away with distaste just as he began to pour another. His prior confession rang true, at least, though this middling truth was of little comfort to her.\n\nThen the full truth came out. When he stated his purpose, Sibyl felt a sense of relief. The dread sickness left her. So there it was—in the open, finally. Lord Vivayn was no fool, she knew, eyeing him critically. And neither was she. Still, there was the crux of it; he wanted her allegiance, as she knew he did, and he had ridden all this way to threaten or coax or bribe her into it. If she had been a smarter woman, or if her circumstances were different, she might have prevented it. Yet with this came the question she had spent countless nights asking herself: did she even want to?\n\n\"I don't know,\" She answered simply. Her voice was quiet, pensive. Sibyl sighed, a long exhale. The images of her sleepless dreams floated past her, then: the determined face of her beloved father, riding out on his armored warhorse; his face as he lay dying silently in his bed; the blurry, nightmarish depiction of her uncle's face resting on a crimson spike; her brother, Rodrick, his body not yet preserved, sleeping in his solid white casket. And her most vivid memory: her first successful hunt. She remembered the weight of the dagger in her hands, the feel of sticky, hot blood on her hands, the velvet softness of the rabbit's fur as she cut through him. She had felt half a goddess, then.\n\nShe stood up from her chair, momentarily gripping her desk for support, before silently walking over to the curtainless window on the opposite end of her solar. She saw, as she looked outside, the vast woods of her domain. The forest stretched deeper and darker and bigger than her eyes could fathom. It would take many months to traverse the entirety of these shadowed plains. Lord Vivayn had taken months to get here, she was certain.\n\n\"My father declared for Marshall Carter,\" She said, after some time. \"He died a few years later. It was a fever, not the war,\" She explained. She still remembered the feel of those wet, frail hands as she held them at his bedside. \"But my uncle did not. I'm told the lord ruler put his head on the spikes of Grand Stead shortly thereafter,\" She chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound. \"My father begged him not to, but the Ice Lord did not listen.\"\n\nShe turned around and looked at Lord Vivayn. \"Yes, he sent letters. And crows. But not once has he come here, not even when my father was lord. I do not know if I've ever met him,\" She said. There was wounded pride there, she knew. And there were other things: the dreams, the memory of that first thrill of power. \"I do not remember meeting you either, lord, I must confess. Yet here you are.\"\n\nShe studied the outlines of the Skeleton Lord's sharp, pale, regal face. And she smiled."
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nNathaniel's thin lips curled upwards slightly into a knowing smile. It was at her response he had confirmation of the reading of her character, when he was finally at an arm's length away from her. Lady Barrmount stood and drifted to the bay window where the snows were starting to flurry in silent contemplation. As she did so, he too contemplated, sitting by the drinks his host had abandoned. He knew then that she was made of sterner stuff than any of the other noble ladies for a thousand leagues, but she lacked direction and questioned herself frequently. *Sometimes being guided into the darkness becomes most illuminating,* He thought to himself. \n\nNathaniel Vivayn sat back, wordlessly, as Lady Barrmount expounded all the information to him. Most of what she told him he had already heard through rumour or hearsay, but to listen to it come from her lips and her lips alone made him feel an ecstasy wash over his body that soothed all his aches and pains he had acquired on his journey to the Iron Plaines. Even all the way across her solar, Nathaniel eyed the look of pain, of unchecked rage appearing and disappearing across her countenance like an assassin in the night. \n\nYet it was not the words of resentment she spoke in regard to the infamous Ice Lord that he chose to address first.\n\n\"We have met before,\" He said, almost in a hushed tone. \"Well, not formally, but I saw you there that night.\" He rose slowly, picturing the dichotomy between the fateful night he was referring to, and then, when she was smiling at him. \"Eight years ago at Snowhall. Lord Gareth Torck hosted a feast for all the high lords and ladies of the Witherlands and their families. Any name worth anything was in attendance,\" He said, passing the columns of bookshelves. \"When it came time for the children of the lords and ladies to dance with one another, I stood alone in the shadows. I had been teased relentlessly by the other noble boys the entire night for not so much as looking in the same direction as a girl. Achron Chesterfill in particular, the biggest of them all, liked to prod at me and grab me by the scruff of my neck to try and throw me onto the dancefloor.\" He joined Lady Barrmount by her side, staring out from the curtainless window to see how far the foreboding terrain of the Barrmounts' outstretched. It seemed to go on forever. \n\n\"As a constant bystander for the night's events, naturally my gaze was quick to recognise familiarity. I saw you, a young, striking lady, lurking in the corners away from the land of the living much the same as I was. I was trying to find the nerve to go up to you and ask for the honour of having your hand in a dance but,\" He clicked his tongue, a coy smile overcoming his features, \"Achron Chesterfill saw what I was planning and started that full, rich laugh he was so famous for. The other boys soon started joining him.\" He looked to her quickly, before continuing to stare across the castle grounds and beyond. \"I confess my fears overcame me on that night,\" He admitted.\n\n\"Yet the world works in mysterious ways. Now Achron Chesterfill and his lord father fight for me. They are subordinates to me. And here you and I are once more, strangers in the shadows, watching the land of the living slowly become unmasked.\" The snow intensified outside, almost as if a blizzard was approaching, with the winds snapping around violently, but inside Lady Barrmount's solar, it was complete silence.\n\nNathaniel tapped each one of his digits against his thumb, almost like he was rolling a coin between them. \"I found myself in a similar position to your father during the war, though the fate of my house was decided even before the conclusion of the conflict,\" He said, not blinking once as he kept staring forward. \"Admittedly I bore my parents little love,\" He sighed, though it was unclear what it denoted. \"They were not kind to me as a child, and I was a constant disappointment to them. Try as I might, I never managed to convince them I was worthy of their land and titles.\" Lord Nathaniel traced his thumb against his lips, his face a plain canvas. \n\n\"Peter and Catrese Vivayn were foolish and gluttonous to side with the False King and believe they would reap any benefits from his regime. I told them their heads would roll if they pursued their folly, and low and behold, I was right, something they did not think I was capable of.\" He let out a dry, grim laugh, almost identical to the one Lady Barrmount let out when she spoke of her uncle. \"Yet still, for all their misgivings of me and my existence, as well as their severe lack of pragmatism and judgment, I requested that the Ice Lord spare their lives, because they were my blood and of my house, and... They were still my parents.\"\n\nHis gaze fell for a few seconds, his memory flashing back to the day their bodies arrived at Wingsway. The physicians and the vagrohl of House Vivayn worked tirelessly to sew the heads of Lord Peter and Lady Catrese back to their bodies, but it was a difficult and harrowing process. Nathaniel had watched the entire process, never once taking a break or stepping out. He had even delayed the ceremony of his ascension to assume the lordship of Wingsway so he could see that it was complete. The younger physicians cried in dismay at how many times the stitches came undone and the heads rolled on the stone floor. He could still hear the loud *Thud* That reverberated about the chambers when one of their heads would fall again ringing in his ears. Whilst the young and timid physicians expressed anguish and agony, young Nathaniel said nothing. When he looked over their bodies when it was finally complete, he was disappointed that they had turned an unsightly greyish colour, and not the porcelain white he had envisioned. He had pictured clean white, like the snows outside their castle, or the sclera of a mortal eye, not some murky putrid grey. Their skin did not match their caskets when they were lowered into their icy tombs, though Nathaniel did find something that matched them in the end.\n\n\"The Ice Lord did not honour my request and lopped off both of their heads off, in similar fashion to Jarys Barrmount.\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nThe window misted over with the slow fall of so many snowflakes. Sibyl's view, which was so clear but a moment before, clouded just as Lord Vivayn arrived at her side. She exhaled, and the imprint of her breath left a damp circle of fog on the glass.\n\n\"I remember that night,\" Sibyl replied, brow furrowed. \"I never saw you.\" Her lord father had taken Anna and her to that ball. It had been so long ago that it felt like a different world—before this war, before Yaron's death, before the Brother's Rebellion. She was still a girl then, but even in her carefree youth she had never been gregarious. The dances and fleeting romances that so enthralled her childhood companions held little appeal for her. She was wont to skulk in corners, watching the others, but she had been more social on that occasion. She had danced. A boy, large and handsome, had asked her, and she assented. He was a confident dancer with a hearty laugh, and he made her feel pretty.\n\nSibyl looked away from Lord Vivayn and brushed her finger lightly against the wood of the windowpane.\n\nHis next story was one she had heard before. The entirety of the Witherlands was aware of the gruesome deaths of the former Lord and Lady Vivayn. She had listened to a traveling bard sing about them once, though she left before her uncle's name was mentioned. They, and Jarys, and all of Felix Carter's co-conspirators had been dealt a grizzly fate—except for the rebel leader himself, of course. The Lord Ruler had spared him. Their shared blood had inspired his clemency.\n\nShe glanced again at the man beside her. She heard her own voice in his laugh and saw her gaze reflected in his as it fell, finally, to the floor. He looked forlorn, even timid, in that moment. But Sibyl knew the bards told tales about him, too.\n\n\"It seems we have both lost someone, then,\" She said, after some time. Her voice was steely, but her finger, now back at her side, trembled for a second. She covered it with her other hand, then turned around and leaned against the windowsill, her hands behind her back. In that position, their faces were almost close enough to touch. She swallowed. \"And you, my lord?\" She asked, pressing her hands deep into the sill. \"What prompted your declaration? Your parents' death, while unfortunate, could not have been the true catalyst.\""
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"author": "spooksworth",
"message": "Lord Nathaniel Vivayn\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\n\"I was never to be seen, my lady. I much preferred it that way. But the shadows cannot shield us forever.\" He had a twang in his voice that made him sound poetic. \n\nNathaniel watched her move and noted her mannerisms, reflecting on them. He stood like a statue, much the same way he found her standing on her staircase when he entered her castle. Lord Vivayn was an ominous spectre that would make most shiver when he looked at them with his deathly pale eyes, but he did not feel that in Lady Sibyl Barrmount. Nervousness, yes; perhaps slight unease, but she was not afraid to look him in the face. She was more difficult to read than most he had encountered. \n\nWhen she spoke of their shared bereavement, her words were unshaken, yet Nathaniel noticed how her hand quake and how she captured it with her other hand to make it stop. She was capable of putting up a brave front, but she had her limits. Nathaniel realised that when he saw his own hand shaking. \n\nNathaniel gave the faintest hints of a coy smile when he registered how quickly Lady Barrmount diverted the attention from her, to both of them, to then just him, and became more relaxed when she did so. It was like they were both struggling to keep the torchlight away from them, just like that night at the ball. \n\nLady Barrmount did something that shocked him when she became more comfortable, though. She got closer than any man or woman had dared to get towards him since he could remember. They were staring directly at one another and it was at that moment he discerned what was so remarkable about her all those years ago to the point that he remembered her. It was not the way the light danced in her eyes; it was how she only ever allowed people to see what she wanted them to. Nathaniel deduced there was much to be seen from Lady Barrmount.\n\nHis jaw tensed when posed the question about his rebellion, forming waves across his cheekbones. \"You are right,\" He answered her, almost breathing a sigh of relief to accept those that would call him 'tyrant' or 'usurper'. He looked outside of the solar's bay window for a few seconds, watching the gusts of snow throttle violently in the wind. \"Half right, at least,\" He eventually added. \n\n\"After the Ice Lord executed both of my parents, despite my attempted intervention, I thought to let the slight go, stain on my house and all. I even fought for the man *Tooth and nail* Against his brother. Thereafter when I took his niece as my wife, I stomached his nephew's attempt to provoke me at every turn.\" He rolled his neck, making it audibly crack. \"The Battle of Brothers they called it, that day in the terrain of the Ashfields. I wish I could say the massacre in Drejmire was the first time I have witnessed bloodshed on a catastrophic scale, but unfortunately I cannot. I saw men gutted and pulverised so that their mothers would not even recognise their features. I saw women raped and cut down like cattle. I saw children burnt alive. That was all when I fought the False King Felix Carter. I will remember that day until I myself am lowered into my frosty tomb.\" Nathaniel did not blink when he told his tale to Lady Barrmount. In that moment, he only let her see what he desired, and that was trepidation and pain.\n\n\"When the battle had concluded, I and all the other surviving lords stood in the Great Hall of Grand Stead's castle, and Marshall Carter looked us all in the eye and said his treacherous brother was dead.\" A flash of anger overcame his features before he managed to neutralise it. \"But that was a lie. A mummer's folly he tricked us all into playing.\" Nathaniel held his left skeletal hand out. \"My parents were executed despite me pleading with him to spare their lives.\" He then held his right bony hand out, palms open. \"Your uncle and Lord of Castle Barrmount was also executed, despite your father pleading with him to show mercy. Many others that fought against him begged for the lives of their loved ones, but he would still not be swayed.\" Pain and trepidation in his ghostly eyes turned to righteous fury. \"Then when it was revealed that the False King was still alive and his head had not been removed from his shoulders-\" He suddenly shut his hands closed, making a thump that echoed slightly in the all but silent solar. \"My parents, your uncle, all the rest, they died for nothing. They had their heads removed by the Ice Lord for fighting for Felix Carter, yet the man still draws breath because Marshall allows it. The man who caused this kingdom to be torn in half; the man who is responsible for all of those deaths will not suffer the same fate, because he is now protected by the very man that swore to me he had perished.\"\n\nNathaniel leant his forearm against the windowsill and watched as his breath steamed against the glass before disappearing again. He looked over to her once more.\n\n\"House Carter has ruled the Witherlands for thousands of years. They were the most powerful and mighty of all the ancient bloodlines, but they forget the bloodied hands that built the stairways to their throne. They consider themselves above the laws of gods and men because *They are* The laws of gods and men, believing it renders them infallible,\" He straightened himself, standing his usual formal stance. \"Well no longer,\" He added. \"I fight them so families such as ours will no longer suffer under their yoke. I fight them to inject new blood into the realm and affirm that justice still exists to the Frozen Gods.\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Lady Sibyl Barrmount\nCastle Barrmount, the Iron Plaines\n\nSibyl stood next to Lord Vivayn and listened to him speak: heard the rhythms, the crests and troughs of his voice, and saw the emotions, both hidden and displayed, on his face. She had always found it easier to listen than to speak. She learned more by listening. And in listening to the Skeleton Lord beside her, she saw why they called him what they did: there was something unnerving about him. But she thought there was conviction, too.\n\n\"I share in your understanding of the Lord Ruler's hypocrisy,\" She said finally. \"He did all of the Great Houses a disservice when he lied about the outcome of his brother's rebellion and the truth of his brother's fate. And I will admit, my lord, I was angry then.\" Her face contorted stiffly for a second. \"My father was angry.\" There had been little love shared between her father and her uncle, but they were kin, and there remained a familial affection. She knew that Marshall Carter had felt the same way about his own brother, but the courtesy of that understanding had not been dealt to his vassals. Nor was House Barrmount done the courtesy of being spared the shame of seeing Lord Jarys beheaded and paraded about on a spike, as if he were no more than a common criminal.\n\nHer father had not agreed with her uncle's convictions, but he had convictions, just as Felix Carter had them—and just as the man beside her had them.\n\nWhether those convictions were righteous was another matter. The thought of her uncle's head on a spike pained Sibyl, but it did not move her to war. There were, after all, reasons other than pain for which men went to war: power, greed, zealotry. Sibyl admitted, if only in her innermost thoughts, that she did not lack those same desires; she was only human. To some degree, she understood even the zealots. Sibyl believed in the Frozen Gods. She prayed to them every morning and every night without complaint. She felt safe in their presence, and even the thought of their whispers calmed her. But whether war was justice for the gods—whether a country that had already been so ravished by battle and famine and plague needed more bloodshed in the name of justice—Sibyl did not know.\n\nShe sighed and looked away from Lord Vivayn for a moment. His eyes were ice blue, she realized, and remarkably cold even with such little distance between them. Still, she did not dare let the lord see her discomfort. Almost immediately, she turned her gaze back to the angles of his face, the icy depths of his eyes. There were other, better feelings too; the sickness seemed to have left her, and she did not have to heed the familiar dread eating at her insides. Inexplicably, she felt alive.\n\nThere were other considerations, too. The Vivayn army stood only just outside her gates, barely two miles' march. The entire host could arrive by the end of the hour, if the lord beside her gave that command, and they could put her castle to the torch. Her men, she knew, were ill-prepared to withstand a siege, nor would they survive any significant battle. But Lord Vivayn was here, in her solar, and he had not come to form an army of dead men. He knew as well as she did that without her knights and levies, he had no chance against House Carter.\n\n\"Anger is fickle,\" She said, \"But justice is an admirable thing to strive for. I believe in justice, Lord Vivayn.\" She smiled slightly then, the corners of her mouth crooked, as she looked at him. \"And I believe we can come to an agreement.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Vanessa Ward\nThe Witherlands, The Iron Plaines**\n\nThe harsh winter had numbed the young sell-sword's exposed flesh surrounding her cheeks and eyes, along with the fingers that held firmly onto the reins. The layered clothing protected Vanessa as she forced her mare to canter, weaving between the thick pines of the eastern forest. It had taken her weeks to find the man she was currently chasing, having been ordered to bring him alive and intact to the person who ordered his warrant. It made his capture all the more difficult, however Vanessa was never one to turn down a challenge. \n\nReleasing the reins, Vanessa grasped her bow and raised it with an arrow from her quiver. The mare she rode continued upon their path, unneeded for guidance from its rider as it advanced towards their target. Unlike the steed of her bounty, Vanessa's mare had the advantage of trained endurance which allowed the two to cover the distance between them. She was patient as she aimed towards the man, resting her hand against her cheek whilst drawing bowstring back, the muscles in her arm straining from the force. She waited for the perfect moment to release the neck of the arrow, evaluating the bitter crosswinds and distance of her target. With subtle movements of her fingers, the arrow launched itself towards the man, passing his waist and implanting itself into the back of the horse's neck. \n\nWithin moments, the horse's legs buckled beneath itself and threw the man into the thick layer of snow. When she closed in on her bounty and the steed, Vanessa wasted no time in raising another arrow and released it through the horse's skull. It pained her having to put the innocent animal down, however she'd rather grant it a quick death than leaving it to suffer from the harsh conditions and the predators roaming the forest.\n\nSliding from the mare's back, her gaze sharpened towards the man who laid seemingly unconscious against the frozen trunk he'd been thrown towards. She was cautious in her steps as she kept a guarded position with her bow quipped and its string pulled taut, aimed towards the man. Vanessa stopped a couple steps away, observing his chest for it to rise and fall. Her brows furrowed as it remained stiff and lowered her bow along with her guard. She grew agitated at the potential loss of reward considering her clients wanted him to be brought to them alive. \n\nShe moved closer towards the man and knelt towards his side before reaching towards his neck to confirm his death. As she placed her fingertips against his skin, the man's eyes shot open and lunged towards her. His thick sausage fingers gripped around her neck whilst throwing her towards the ground and placing his full weight above her. Her throat burned as her lungs struggled to inhale oxygen, looking towards the man with frozen shock, processing the event of what was happening to her. Instinctively, Vanessa reached towards her hip and unsheathed a dagger before plunging it into his ribs, granting her enough air to take in a breath when he momentarily released her neck. Again, she pulled out the dagger and plunged it into his ribs again causing him to roll off her body. With adrenaline rushing through her body, Vanessa rolled to her stomach and forced herself to her feet, already feeling the bruise starting to form around her neck resembling a collar.\n\n\"You fucking whore!\" He growled with fury before pulling the blade from his side and rose to stand. Vanessa stood in a crouched stance and retrieved another yet shorter dagger that was hidden under her clothing.\n\n\"Look, don't be mad at me because you're a virgin who can't get a woman between his legs.\" She taunted with a rasp due to the burning ache in her throat. The way her words triggered the man was evident when he lunged towards her with rage, swinging the blade towards her neck. \n\nDue to her smaller frame, she was able to dodge the man and used the dagger she held and briefly buried it into his lower back as he passed her. She grew worried about how she was to accomplish this bounty, doing her best to target areas that would maim, rather than kill him. Unfortunately his strength granted him the upper hand when he caught on to her movements and was able to grab the back of her head before plunging the dagger into her upper hip. Caught in a moment of shock, the man shoved her towards the ground and immediately kneeled above her to wrap his hands around her neck. The man preferred to look his victims in the eyes as he killed them, using his own method of suffocation. \n\nUsing as much strength she could muster, Vanessa began slamming her fists into the man's arms. Her eyes widened as they grew bloodshot from the lack of oxygen while her arms grew heavy. With her final attempt at survival, Vanessa allowed her arms to go limp and held the little oxygen she had left in her chest whilst staring blankly towards the man. Block dots began to blur her vision as she saw the man smiling at his success and rose from her body. The frozen air and the numbness from the iciness of the snow allowed her to remain in her limp breathless position as her bounty walked towards her mare, grasping his side as it seeped blood from his wounds.\n\nOnce he had placed distance while riding off on her mare, Vanessa released the facade and inhaled deeply with a desperate gasp, entering as much oxygen her throat allowed into her lungs. She remained laying in the snow as she looked up towards the sky covered in a blanket of white, unable to move her body without agony ripping through her. She wondered if she would soon see her mother, knowing she had no chance against the dangers within the forest of the iron plaines in her condition."
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"author": "jarliks",
"message": "**Bori the Woodsman\nThe Witherlands, The Iron Plains**\n\nBori treaded the snow-covered ground silently. He had been stalking a wild caribou that had been separated from its herd. It looked smaller than average, but was more than enough to feed him for weeks. Just as he was studying tracks in the snow he heard what sounded like shouting. Unusual for travelers to be out so far from any of the main roads, and even more unusual was the shouting sounded desperate in a sense. The sort of desperation a soldier has when his life depends on his ability to kill.\n\nBori listened, and slowly approached. The first thing he saw on his arrival was a dead horse. Looked like it was saddled with supplies for travel. It had two arrows in it. The arrows told him enough. This was no animal attack or tragedy. This was people killing people. Not often did man's bloodlust reach his simple life in the forests. \n\nBut a horse was not all that he found. A corpse- no, a living person. Between the blood in the snow about them and the steepness of their breaths they seemed badly injured. Bori closed his eyes, shaking his head in frustration. While he did not wish to aid in any war between men, he couldn't in good conscience leave them to die either.\n\nWith a sigh and something between a prayer and a curse, he stepped out of the brush. Bori approached the injured woman in a candid manner, oblivious to how it might be surprising or even intimidating. Dropping his large pack near her he addressed her, \"You're injured. Where?\" All the while he begins to pull various things out of and off his pack. Bundles of cloth, dry kindling, and what looks like a very large animal skin."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Vanessa Ward\nThe Witherlands, The Iron Plaines\n**\nThe sound of crunching snow beneath weighted footsteps caught her attention, causing Vanessa's gaze to shoot towards the direction of the sound. Her chest struggled to rise properly as she inhaled with a shaky breath, waiting for whatever that had been led to her from the scent of her blood. She was thankful for the numbness brought by the snow as it prevented her from feeling the full effects of her wound, however the thought of being eaten while alive terrified her. She simply hoped it would be quick and it went straight for her throat. \n\nMuch to her surprise, it was a man that had found her. She looked towards him with a mixture of disbelief and shock, wondering if it had been an illusion created from the temporary lack of oxygen her brain received when being strangled. Perhaps he was there to strip her body of any valuables she carried on her person, which they would be disappointed by. Vanessa had learned long ago to avoid carrying anything of value during her hunts and kept them hidden away in a place only she and one other person knew the location of. \n\nWhen he spoke, she looked towards him in momentary silence with red veins mapping the whites of her eyes. She was tempted to reply with sarcasm as the blood poured from her wound, staining the once white snow crimson. She refrained from doing so, knowing the man was simply trying to help. When she first attempted to speak, it came out as a croaked whisper due to her voice box struggling with inflammation and bruising. With a painful swallow, she attempted to communicate again, this time she was able to make her words audible with a choked rasp. \n\n\"Below. Ribs.\" Each word took every ounce of energy to muster. She could feel her eyes growing heavy as she looked back towards the sky, forcing herself to remain conscious."
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"author": "jarliks",
"message": "**Bori the Woodsman\nThe Witherlands, The Iron Plaines**\n\nBori's only verbal recognition of the comment was a quick grunt. He took a bundle of cloth from his pack and applied it to the wounded area, holding firm pressure on it. \"Once the bleeding stops you need warmth, the cold has sapped your strength.\" As blood soaked the cloth and got a bit onto Bori's mittens, he began to mutter in Oldtongue, \"Strength of the mountain.\" Under his breath.\n\nAs the time stretched, perceived hours ticking away each second as the fight for life was warring Bori's thoughts could not help but turn to the young woman he never knew the name of. The one he had killed in a blind panic in his youth. The shock in her eyes and the dark red of her blood."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "**Vanessa Ward\nThe Witherlands, The Iron Plaines**\n\nThe nerves in her body had grown numb as the frozen temperature surrounding her from both the iced air and snow consumed her. She could sense the pressure against her stomach as the man placed weight against her wound to prevent it from bleeding further, however her throat continued to burn like a flame lodged in her throat. \n\nVanessa's lips paled to a light blue with a purple hue from the blood loss and the cold, yet she refused to let sleep take her. As she gazed towards the stranger aiding her survival, she mustered every strength that remained in her body to lift her arm and grasped her wool covered fingers around one of his wrists. There was the rare moment of vulnerability as she looked towards him with desperation. She wasn't ready to die just yet, which was evident from the fear that shone through her stare."
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"author": "jarliks",
"message": "**Bori the Woodsman\nThe Witherlands, The iron Plaines**\n\nBori did not react, nor would he look her in the eye. He kept the pressure and waited, the time struggling to crawl forward as it was burdened with memories. He looked down at the blood in the snow until the bleeding slowed. Bori shook his head, redirecting her hands from his own wrists to the cloth now soaked in blood. \"Hold.\" He commanded. While the initial danger of bleeding out slowed with the blood itself, the risk of cold only grew. She needed shelter, and fast.\n\nBori began to pack the snow around her down, creating a wall of sorts around her akin to if she were laying in a bathtub. The packed snow would act as an insulator and the rushed structure would have to do for now. A small spot was carved out for a fire, where he placed his dry kindling. He finally looked back at her. \"We can't move you, or it may reopen the wound. This will have to do for now.\" With that he draped the large animal skin from his pack over the makeshift den, leaving room for the smoke from the fire to clear properly.\n\nWith another grumbled sigh he fumbled for his flint as he tried to ignore the blood on his mitts."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantrez\nReaper's Skull, the Witherlands\n\nThe blade could be noticed through the wind and snow, its silhouette a mere haze amongst the never-settled atmosphere of the blizzard. Still, notice it he did, causing Danico to raise his free hand, a sign of non-hostility. His path veered slightly, the direction the thurible swung towards was directly through this man. Ruling out he was the target, the thurible swung now in the direction beyond. Danico breathed a heavy breath in reaction to the stranger's comment, smoke plumed out the mask's side. \"Odd, then, to find someone this far out in the middle of a blizzard, wouldn't you say?\" His muffled voice raised to beat the volume of the wind, his words meant for both he and the stranger standing in his way. Their reaction told him nothing of if the stranger were the magic man he sought, a suspicion-raising answer is not, in itself, an indicator of guilt. \n\n\"Though odd as that may be,\" He'd say before the other could answer his question, \"I am a traveler. Amongst... Other things.\" His mask and the thurible would betray any idea of him being a normal man- a traveler. Still, trust was a fickle thing indeed, and so thought it best not to disclose too much. He took a couple steps closer to the man- still out of striking range, but close enough to at least get a full view of his details. He'd met a couple blood mages in his time- both were pompous knobs with a mightier-than-though mind set. This man didn't seem to fit that trend. \"In truth, I'm curious of that cave behind you.\" He said, raising the thurible to show its soft pendulum motion, separated from interference by the man holding it. \"So says my friend here.\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Arvid Erwynson\nReaper's Skull, the Witherlands\n\nArvid flicked his gaze from Danico's tentacle-laden chin to his boot clad feet. Every step Danico stole in Arvid's direction was matched by him, only in retreat; easily, he evaded obstacles behind his heels. This was a disciplined man. His boots landed on their toes before flattening. Every word from Danico made him bristle, made the hairs upon Arvid rigid, standing vigilant. The censor swayed. Arvid supposed the man was mad, as winter travelers often became, babbling nonsense. His peculiar armament was dazzling against the bleak snowscape. Perhaps its alluring gold became his only solace in his dead, freezing mind. Perhaps he thought it some tool of augury - perhaps a less-than-upstanding salesman had sworn on its powers of divination. In any case, Arvid was not particularly inclined to indulge a madman's delusion. \n\n\"It's a cave.\" Arvid never removed his gaze - two hard, sharp dashes of ice - from Danico. \"You can't stay here. There's still enough time to make it to an inn before nightfall. Run off.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico would halt his forward advance at a point in which the biting winds were dulled by the overhanging cliff. His visage clearly in view at this point- there was no doubt he was human, the ginger hair and receding hairline alone was a dead giveaway. The tired, receding eyes and poor posture painted a picture of a uniquely human life lived. Though the esoteric mask and goggles that sat against his forehead- on which little icles grew sideways from the frosted winds- suggested a profession not of typical standards. Some alchemists were known for their eccentricities, he was no different. \n\n\"Well of course it's just a cave\" He'd reply sarcastically with a shrug, \"If I wanted to find a cave, I wouldn't come all the way out to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.\" His words played with the apparent desire for the man to say as little as possible. \"The thing is,\" He continued as he placed the thurible on the dirt, three little metal legs prevented the container from toppling over. His hands lowered outwards to his midsection- more casual now than he was before. \n\n\"A family paid me some money to find their missing child. Now what would happen if the man hired to find their missing child also goes missing? People talk, gaurds start to go on high alert, you can't enter or leave any nearby settlements without *Someone* Noticing you. They'll send search parties.\" He then gestured to this man's camp set up in the middle of a blizzard, \"And well, given the inn is close enough to arrive *By nightfall*, I'd wager a guess you're not toughing out the blizzard because you like the view.\" \n\nHe collected the thurible once more, letting it hang and swing to ensure that the direction of the target was, indeed, still in the cave. \"All that aside, I've no care of your intentions for camping here. Only of what you may or may not be.\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Arvid Erwynson\nReaper's Skull\n\nArvid kept his thoughts silent, but they were vicious indeed. He considered the weakness of Danico's weapon, so frivolous in nature - an implement more aptly wielded by a saint - how easily his sword could sweep those dainty chains aside. His words met a wavering audience whose thoughts were consumed by vile. He made mention of a child. The girl would be a fine meal undoubtedly. What of a madman? What if his narrative was a simple bluff? What family would painstakingly rake through the Witherlands for their eccentric boy? Surely, an unprecedented gallivant in foul weather was not so bizarre for a bizarre man. Arvid's eyes shifted from his face and its receding ginger, instead visually sifting through his pack. He had few rations; fewer still were his wits. \n\n\"I'm a hunter. I don't dabble in those sorts of foul things. Don't accuse me of *Magic.*\" The distaste in his voice was matched only by its firmness. \"I don't care what you're doing here, I'm not keen on having a guest. People kill for less, you know.\" Arvid lifted his sword slightly, reflecting the frenzied blizzard. \n\nArvid himself was a fairly average man. His proportions were modest, characteristic of an outdoorsman: beneath many pelts and layers, he was lean. The man's garb concealed much of his identity. Bare were both his sword and his eyes - nothing more. His weapon was a silvery bastard sword. Its edge was meticulously polished, like its steel had never tasted battle. In his other fist, he clutched a now-dormant pipe. On occasion, particularly forceful blasts would reveal glints of slick, blonde hair beneath his cowl."
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "Danico Felrantrez\nReapers Skull\n\nThis so-called weapon Danico wielded was, by no means, a weapon. It was merely a vessel designed to hold incense with a thin chain from which the vessel would hang and nothing more. Any sort of swing with this tool would cause it to come apart. Sure, throwing burning incense in an adversary's eyes could certainly prove useful, but that would hardly be considered a practical form of defence. The design of the tool was by all accounts just that- a tool. Against any sort of peacticed Warrior it would be nothing more than a hindrance. Sure, he had on him a small knife for foraging purposes, but that too would be ineffective against an armed aggressor. In truth, Danico was not a fighter- sure he was mildly athletic at least, his tendency to not stay in one place meant he got a lot of excersize, but a hardened Warrior he was not.\n\nThe man's sudden outburst of distaste for the idea of magic had him thinking. Maybe a bluff? Maybe he was nothing more than a sword for hire to protect the blood mage? Assuming his leads were true, of course. He certainly seemed to be less of a candidate for this elusive blood mage with every passing moment. Curious.\n\nThis stranger was clearly suspicious, however. A hunter? In the middle of a blizzard with no end in sight? Plausible, but unlikely. He was trying to hide something, to keep anyone from peeking in on his business. Fair, he thought, he to would be reluctant to hesitate against burying an intruder himself, but his goal was through this man. And when it came to the pursuit of knowledge, well, Danico didn't know when to quit.\n\n\"I'm curious,\" He replied after a contemplative moment, he put aside the things the man had said with his free hand still visibly to the side. \"You're of a mind against magic, clearly, yet my device here says that you could very well be holed up outside the home of a blood mage.\" He extended the thurible outward, showing how it swung like a pendulum in the direction of the cave, without any action from Danico. \"If you've truly no allegiance with this blood mage I seek, then all I am is a traveller passing through. No consequence to you.\""
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"author": "pneumal",
"message": "Arvid Erwynson\nReaper's Skull\n\nArvid's lip curled into a slighted frown beneath his cowl. The man evoked a force mightier than the gods - on account of their immediate, visceral wish-granting - and assumed Arvid a student of its chaos. A matter so revolting, unnatural, something that defied what was natural. What was linear and understandable. Magic crept into the minds of righteous men like gentle whispers. Magic took root in upstanding hearts, turned their blood to a thick, black paste. To be accused of wielding something so repulsive - Arvid was nearly inclined to attack him. Still, his rational restrained him. If Danico wielded accusations of sorcery, then blindly assaulting him would simply align Arvid with those brutes. So he worked his jaw behind a layer of wool; behind it, hostilities simmered atop his tongue. \n\n\"If you're a traveler and nothing more, then you should run along. You've *No* Part in what lies in that cave. And you're awfully bold for a lonely vagrant.\" Arvid lifted his sword once more, this time forecasting a true offensive - he stepped forward, staring at Danico through his brow. \"But then, a simple vagrant wouldn't carry something like what you've got. Who's to say you're not working with that mage? You seem confident enough showing me that magical *Thing.*\" Arvid took another step.\n_ _\n\nAs the thurible swayed in Arvid's direction, it felt as though his very skeleton was vibrating, like furious bees had made a hive of his bones. Cloaked beneath a swarm of fabric, tucked away on Arvid's bare flesh, was a series of telling scars. A cascade of contused, black and blue waves spanning from his left heel to his pectoral. It was clear evidence of a previous brush with magic. Arvid's marred skin pulsated and stung each time the golden pendulum reached for him. Like worms took residence in his dermis, burrowing through the loose-fleshed tunnels that made up his lengthy scars. His entire body - its every muscle - grew tense. When he had first stood before that cave and its evil, yawning mouth, he had felt that sensation. Like he was thrown on his back once more. Like tendrils of magic were prodding ancient faults. Like there was an energy greater than him, greater than nature, greater than Marin, greater than human understanding. Like he was in its gullet. Like he was in the darkest pit. His entire body was frigid, cold, stiff. Waiting. Ready to pounce."
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Coming off a long voyage through the Southern Isles Jobu arrived at a port that he isnt quite familiar with in hopes of finding relaxation and possibly some fun. As he is walking through the port he spots an individual shouting about exotic artifacts and decides to go check it out.\n\nNow standing over the individual with a feeling of curiosity but with an exhausted look and his arms folded staring down at this person and his iteams."
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"You sir!' Apollo gestures grandly at Jobu, \"Could I interest you in a small ceremonial dagger? It might be dull now but with a bit of polish it'll gleam like silver! All the way from beyond the ocean! From far off desert lands! You'll never see one like this again I can guarantee this.\""
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "\"Maybe so but can I ask how you came across such a thing merchant?\" \"Its just that if this dagger came from where you say then I would love to here of your travels.\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"Why, I travel of course! I'm on an adventure, or at least something similar. A journey to discover both myself and the unknown! But of course a man's got to earn a living! And why not by hawkering suveniors to share with the world?\" Apollo puts on a charming smile brighter than the sun, \"I'll tell you of my travels alright, but you'd have to buy me a pint first.\" He uses dramatic hand gestures to make his point, half pointing with his hands half using them for emphasis just by flicking."
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Jobu laughs very stoically agreeing to Apollo's conditions.\n\n\"Alright you got me my friend you shall have your pint but I do not know this area very well, perhaps you can show me where a good tavern may be?\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"Bold of you to assume I know my way around here, stranger. Perhaps we could share a drink after my business has concluded, wander around till we find a nice bar to sit at. I would offer you some from my own small collection but I like to make it a point to try whatever beer a country has.\""
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "[ Its fine :) ]\nJobu Asani <A Pier in Araedia>\n-Now starting to walk away from the traveler Jobu waves back at him saying \"Very well then we shall meet again soon then we will have a grand taste of what this place has to offer in drink, Until then!\" -Jobu continues his walk through the pier-\n\n<is that gud I edited it>"
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "Apollo, pier in Araedia\n\nApollo waves cheerfully at the pirate while dealing with his next few customers, hand outstretched for money and to be used to exaggerate and add emphasis to his stories about the other goods he has."
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Jobu Asani <A Pier in Araedia>\n\n-After walking around the are for a few hours Jobu finds a not to crowded tavern that is the about the size of a small restaurant. Remembering the adventure Jobu begins to make his way back to him."
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "Apollo, a tavern at a pier in Araedia\n\nApollo enters with swagger in his step, bursting into the tavern and shooting a nod at the bartender and a grin at the nearest tavern girl. It's clear to anyone his level pride. \n\n\"Friend!\" He hollers at Jobu from where he is, opening his arms in an outstretched manner to show welcome, \"Had any drinks yet?\""
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Jobu <Just Outside The Tavern>\n\nTurning around to the words being shouted at him Jobu notices the adventurer walking towards him . \"Good Tidings adventure, I almost can't believe we found one another at the same place again, let alone this place. But as for your question earlier no I have not had any drinks -he pauses for a brief period- yet\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "Apollo, a tavern at a pier in Araedia\n\n\"Well we can't have your thirst go unquenched now can we? Barkeep! Two of the best you've got!\" Apollo pulls out a chair to sit at the table Jobu's at and dumps his bag of things on the table with a soft and muffled thud, \"It's on me today I made quite a bit this morning after you left.\""
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Jobu <A tavern at a pier in Araedia>\n\nPutting his feet on the table making a powerful noise in the tavern Jobu laughs and says \"That's fine by me I suppose more money for me to spend later!\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "Apollo, a tavern at a pier in Araedia\n\nThis prompts Apollo to chuckle, \"Alright, now tell me a bit about yourself. What're you exactly? Sailor? Merc? A little bit of a plunderer?\" \n\nThe moment the drinks are slid onto the table, Apollo takes a tankard and a giant swig of its contents, making just a little bit of a face at the taste. Alcohol isn' really his thing but he's getting used to it. Prefers juice honestly, or ciders if he has to."
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Jobu <Taven on a pier in Araedia>\n\n\"I'm a pirate captain to put it frankly, plundering is a tad bit beneath me if I am being honest.\" \"They call me Jobu Asani the Pirate Pariah of the Southern Isles -He says standing quite triumphantly-\" Sitting back down Jobu then proceeded to drink drink after drying telling the Traveler of his many adventures across the seas."
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "Apollo, a tavern at a pier in Araedia\n\nApollo listens closely to the tale, and makes sure to clap at the end of it, \"That's quite a story, though I'm sure you have more. And as for your name, it's a mouthful my friend, so I think I'll stick to one part of it. Pirate captain though, never would've guessed you would so boldly exclaim this in public. Aren't you afraid of the long hand of the law during your travels?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nBladegardens, Araedia\n\nJesper looked out at the recruits, and felt his eyes narrow. Narrow stances, over swinging, and a thousand other things that made his blood boil.\n\n\"If ya glare at 'em any harder, they might just catch fire.\" Jamesly commented, his stance rigid.\n\n\"Jamesly, do me a favor and fuck off.\" Jesper growled out, turning his glare to the man next to him.\n\n\"No can do, sir. I was ordered to stay by your side on this trip.\"\n\n\"I am one of the leading authorities in the country of Araedia, and you're telling me I can't order you to walk away?\"\n\n\"When the Queen tells me to stay by your side, there isn't much you can do to lose me.\"\n\nJesper mumbled a curse under his breath as he turned away, facing towards the recruits again.\n\nNot all of them were worthless, but those ones were hard to find in the current group.\n\n\"So yer glare aside, what d'ya think of 'em?\"\n\n\"I think they're less annoying then you are.\"\n\n\"Well, not like they gotta try hard to be less annoying to ya then I am.\" Jamesly stretched a tad bit, before turning a smirk to Jesper. \"Kinda easy for me to annoy ya, if I'm being honest.\"\n\nJesper rolled his eyes, before he turned back to the recruits. All of them were rough, but they were trying, so it wasn't like he could fault them for that. They were being run through simple drills with their swords, and he grimaced more as he watched them. While he noted some of their mistakes earlier, without Jamesly annoying him they became more apparent.\n\nTheir commanding officer, a solider that Jesper probably knew the name of, lead the recruits off, calling out that they were moving on from their swordplay.\n\nThe rest of the day continued as more or less the same, Jesper and Jamesly idly watching the recruits being run through their paces, and making observations to each other in regards to ones that stood out. They had decided on most of the recruits just being nameless soldiers in the future, but there were a few that stood out that had the potential to be more, whether that was as high-ranking nameless soldiers or as potential knights was still unknown.\n\nThey had come to the last test of the day, and a majority of the recruits had already dropped out. The last handful, twenty or thirty odd, could be seen warming up for the tournament they would be run through. Jespers gaze wandered over all of them, and he had to bite back a sigh. Most of them he found abysmal, but there were three or four that stood out to him, so he resigned himself to idly watching while he waited for their turns to step up.\n\nThe boredom Jesper felt had persisted for the majority of the tournament, all of the fights having been one on one meant that there were no truly even matches until the end. But that boredom ended on the last match, the two combatants having engaged into a deadly battle of blades. Well, as deadly as wooden weapons could get. The underdog of the match was a svelte woman, her footwork was impeccable, and her sense of when to push her attack and when to back off was the best of all the recruits. Her opponent was built like a tree though, and it seemed like he had all the intelligence of one. The battle went back and forth, the woman able to land a bunch of tiny hits to the tree, but unable to make any hits that counted. The tree on the other hand was swinging wildly, but couldn't hit the woman. \n\nJesper idly noted that the brute probably couldn't hit a horse that was tied down, but he didn't let that bother him much.\n\nThe fight didn't last that long after, the tree falling down after he over committed on a swing, and the woman capitalized on that by holding her wooden blade next to his throat.\n\n\"So what'd ya think of that match?\" Jamesly mumbled, glancing to Jesper.\n\n\"The woman has potential.\" He stated evenly, a small smile on his face. \"And the tree she fought could learn how to hit something.\"\n\nJamesly bit back a laugh at that, coughing to hide it when some of the recruits turned to look at him.\n\nThe commanding officer for the recruits finished saying something, which Jesper would admit to not listening too, before he held an arm out towards Jesper and Jamesly.\n\n\"I would congratulate all of you on your performances today, but I'd be lying.\" Jesper stated, eyes listlessly moving across all of them. \"Only one of you did anything worthwhile, and that was win the tournament.\" He sent a nod to the woman at this, choosing not to call attention to how she ducked her head when a few gazes turned to her.\n\n\"Now, there were some of you who do deserve to get better training in the capital, and I will send couriers to gather you in a week, but most of you will find that staying here and working on your, well everything, will help you in the long run.\" Some of the recruits began to clamor at this, but Jamesly and their commanding officer quickly shut them up. \"Now, my companion and I will be leaving, but I will return sometime within the year for a follow up on how the group left here has developed.\"\n\nWith that, Jesper turned and left, Jamesly following behind him. The two continued on to their waiting horses, before they began to make their way to Erilia."
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "Jobu a tavern on a pier In Araedia\n\n\nEasing up the expression on his face Jobu sighs and with a semi happy and nonchalant tone speaks \"Well then if that's the case then I guess it is alright with me.\" \"I dont think I'll need a full crew for this either so just us will be fine, when do you want to set out?\" \"Also were exactly are we going?\""
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "\"Ah anywhere, I'm on a journey you see, trying to go around the world and eventually get right to the tippy-top of the map. Going to see if I can find anything interesting up there.\" Apollo mentally sighs in relief as the worry of having to find another ride dissipates, \"But first do you want to explore this fine port with me? We're bound to find all sorts of trouble and fun if we try hard enough. I make it a point to always stay three days or so in every place I go to.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Queen Regent Juliana De Barbarac\nPrincess Rhaenys Alexandra\nEvelyn Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJuliana was in her mid to late 50's. Her once flawless porcelain skin had cracked over time, her eyes didn't have the same illumination they once held, and her gowns had to be taken out more than once. Gray had taken over most her her hair color, but the ends of her held the remaining black color she once had. She had clearly aged since her prime, but she still commanded a room unlike any other. She entered the throne room to music. No smile graced her face, but her presence was ethereal. Her emerald green dress just hardly skimmed the floor giving the impression that she glided with every step she took. \n\nPrincess Rhaenys Alexandra followed behind her wearing the new dress. It was red, she seemed very excited about the darker color being able to hide more stains. She skipped ahead too far, stepping on the back of Juliana's dress. She brought both her hands to her mouth to cover her wide open mouth, but Juliana didn't even stop. They both sat on large chairs waiting for the new members to be introduced.\n\nEvelyn was formally presented as the newest member of court along with five other young women and five young men. Traditionally, that meant having her name announced in front of the current members of court, officially greeting the Queen, and a dinner in order to get to know each other. Each of them walked a long carpet in front of the other members before coming up to the Queen to show their respect and gratitude.\n\nThey all had roles to play, and Evelyn's position was one that was highly coveted. She was to assist and observe the Queen, a position unofficially referred to as The Queen's Rosebud. Evelyn could feel all the eyes on her as she entered the room. She was the last to be introduced so she had plenty of time to calm herself down enough to keep looking forward. She stood before the Queen and Princess and curtsied, \"A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. I look forward to serving you.\" Evelyn glanced over at the Princess and smiled. Rhaenys poked her lips out, making a funny face. Evelyn playfully wrinkled her nose. Juliana tensed slightly as she witnessed the exchange, she tapped the edge of her chair... \"Thank you, Provincial Evelyn. You may take you place with the others.\" Evelyn curtsied again then went to take her place.\n___\nDinner was served immediately afterwards. Evelyn was greeted immediately by former Rosebuds, and some of the women currently serving. One woman was particularly kind, Adeline Wright. She was young as well, but older than Evelyn. Blonde, beautiful, and polite. She managed to get Evelyn relatively alone out on the balcony. The both of them held crystal cups of sweet wine.\n\n\"It's so nice to finally meet the second Welles. You are way overdue!\"\n\"Third actually, but one of my brothers does not come to court.\"\n\"...Right! He was before my time, I believe. I do hope he's doing well.\"\nEvelyn smiled, \"I wanted to come to court years ago, but my father didn't think I was ready.\" \n\"Nonsense. Your brother will make you very popular. He'll introduce you to whomever you like.\"\n\"Reyum?\"\n\"Yes! It took me months to get close to him, and weeks of persuasion before he introduced me to my husband.\" \n\"....Reyum?\"\n\nAdeline laughed, \"Yes! I've often wondered how he resists the urge to play matchmaker for himself, but he has his reasons.\" \nEvelyn could only blink then take a sip of wine to avoid saying something she'd regret. \n\"You must let him know I was the first friend you made at court and I have four sisters at home!\"\nEvelyn stared at her for a second then forced a laugh, \"Of course.\" \n\nThey spoke a little while longer then ventured back in with everyone else.\n__\nJuliana and Rhaenys made a quick disappearance after everyone was introduced. Rhaenys had to go back up to her room and Juliana was fuming about her stepping on her dress. The maids were ready to take the Princess away, but she couldn't help but poke the sleeping bear. Juliana hadn't said a word to her, she hadn't even looked at her. Rhaenys ventured over to her looking up at her, \"My dress is clean.\" \n\nJuliana continued to look forward for a few moments before she slowly turned her head to look down at her, \"I asked one thing of you and you failed miserably. You have no reason to be proud, I most certainly am not.\" She waved her hand, the maids came in to urge Rhaenys away from Juliana."
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"author": "scarletkid",
"message": "\"I dont have a problem with that at all! This place was getting a little stale anyway\" Jobu says as he jumps out of his seat in a Juvenal style of excitement."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Demetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Castle, Erilla**\n\nThe invitation had felt more like another task than anything else. The new members of the High Bloom court were to me introduced, and Queen Regent Barbaric wanted to assure every debutante had a man to dance with. He didn't doubt that's why his name appeared on the roster, but a night outside the posts wasn't to be dismissed so easily. \n\nIt wasn't his first invitation to an event of this nature, and he doubted it would be his last. His father was among the Araedian officers, and with his recent passing, Demetrius was expected to take that place. His mother, bless her soul, did everything to make her son look as respectable as his father had, but the man hadn't aged into that hard, stoic look yet. \n\nHis features were firm, something his parents had passed to him; hard jaw, deep set eyes, and thick dark hair that only tamed while wet. He'd gotten the features of his Amorothian mothers family, though the hazel of his eyes was purely his fathers and not the ice blue of his cousins in the south. For the occasion, he wore his uniform: a well fitted shirt beneath a deep collared coat that was clasped with silver buttons. Not every member of the militia was granted one, but it had been passed to him after his fathers passing, and with the title 'successor' murmured by those around him, it only felt fitting he actually adorn it. \n\nThe evening was starting, with the new members introduced before dinner would be called, and Demetrius found himself mingling. He knew a few faces from previous experience, but it was awfully helpful he'd arrived early, and had the benefit of watching everyone be introduced."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Reyum Welles, \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nReyum watched with respectable interest while everyone was introduced to court, but there was not one face in attendance that he had not seen before. He wasn't the friendliest of courtiers, but he was certainly well known. He'd really made a name for himself at High Bloom. It was known that he had the Queen's ear, and that she trusted and respected him. He kept a look of indifference at each of the new courtiers until Evelyn entered. She did wonderfully walking in. She looked beautiful, poised, and she wasn't overly smiling. By the time she reached The Queen, he had a bit of a smirk on his face. \n\nOf course, it faded quickly to a stony stare when she decided to cozy up to the Princess instead of the person she'd actually be serving. Reyum saw the look on Juliana's face, and he knew that was going to be a situation he'd have to smooth over before it begun. He'd told Evelyn only hours earlier to stay away, but he didn't think she'd need someone guiding her hand with such ridiculous things.\n___\nWhen the introductions were made he attempted to pull Evelyn to the side, but she was accosted by a group of women. He lowly growled, deciding to let her enjoy the evening before he talked some sense into her the next morning. \n\nHe made the rounds, greeting everyone and inquiring as to how they were.\n\nDemetrius was an old face, but in an entirely new position after the death of his Father. The man was only a year older than his younger brother, a bit of a vision of what Brandon could have been in Reyum's eyes. He greeted him warmly, \"Demetrius, nice to see you here. You were greatly missed while you were away training.\" He laughed shortly then shook his head, \"Your absence at court has given me quite the headache actually. You left an impression on more than a few of the Queen's Petals.\" He took a drink from his glass then remembered he was forgetting to say something very important, \"Ah, as if that's even a factor on your mind as of late... I was very sorry to hear about your Father.\" Coming from Reyum, that was a great compliment."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Demetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Castle, Erilla**\n\nReyum normally took a seat with the Queen's table, and so he never moved to take a step towards him unless approached. They were friends, at least in his eyes, but it didn't mean they weren't in wildly different positions. His head dipped a bit as Reyum greeted him, and gave a small nod. \"It's good to know I was missed in court, I would have thought with the new yield my face would have been forgotten.\" He smirked, but it was only short lived. \"I didn't mean to make an impression, point me in their direction and I'll be sure those Petals are guided in the direction of proper suitors for their titles.\" \n\nHe wasn't one to tempt the women in court; he considered himself mildly handsome, certainly graced to have not seen a battle ferocious enough to have scarred his features yet. But he didn't make an effort to impress anyone within De Barbaric's home. The Petals were kind, but it was most likely to gain favor with the royal family. Treating an officer well was a good merit in most of their books, and one experiencing the loss of a father was just another badge to add to their repertoire. None of those things mattered, as Demetrius had been raised to believe in the value of marriage. No court flirtations would earn any fruit from the man, not unless the woman in question was looking to have a target for a husband.\n\n\"I appreciate it, Reyum. But we mustn't let that color our night, I'm sure her majesty didn't send an invitation for me to bring a dark cloud with me for the evening.\" He mused, and looked to Reyum. \"Speaking of, where is our Patroness?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Reyum Welles\nQueen Juliana\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nHe knew that Demetrius wasn't a ridiculous flirt, but he felt the desire to pass on the information about the girls, \"I'll be glad to point you in their direction throughout the evening.\" It didn't seem like Demetrius was the sort to leave impressions on women he had no plans to court, but when it came to court nothing surprised him. When he offered to point the girls in directions of husbands Reyum chuckled, \"You'll be certain to leave an impression if you go that route.\"\n\nThe tone shifted a bit when Reyum brought up his Father but it didn't linger for too long. Reyum shook his head once when Demetrius said he wasn't invited to be a dark cloud, \"You're right, I am absolutely certain she did not.\" That would be the last that he would bring the subject up. Having lost his mother years ago, he understood how the constant acknowledgements of her kindness and beauty were both a blessing and a curse. \n\nReyum looked around the room for a moment. The Queen and Princess were no longer in it. He turned back to Demetrius, \"I believe it is the Princess' bed time. She was not scheduled to join us for dinner. I'm certain Her Majesty will be back in a moment after getting her settled.\"\n___\nQueen Juliana smacked the hands of he maid trying to fix her hair. She looked in the mirror herself, adjusting her crown. She paused looking at her reflection for a moment. The makeup made her seem a bit younger. Her lips were stained with a deep berry, and she smiled at her reflection before she sighed content with her appearance.\n\nShe turned, walking towards the door that would open before she had to break her stride because her guards knew her footsteps. \n\nThe doors opened to a wonderful party. Everyone she wanted to be in attendance was there, and she was quite the charming hostess. She would greet everyone in the room by name, and personally thank them for joining her and her newest members of her court. She always began by walking up to the woman with the ugliest frock."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Castle, Erilla\n\nJesper looked around the room with boredom barely hidden behind his eyes. He had forgone his usual uniform for more formal clothing, the emblem of the Kyr Household sewn in on it. Despite leaving his uniform behind, he still had his sword strapped to his waist.\n\nHis eyes had constantly been scanning the crowd, catching sight of people he knew. Reyum stood out, talking to who Jepser believed was the son of the deceased Verton. Other then that, there weren't many that caught his eye.\n\nUntil the Queen walked in.\n\nHe had been prepared for when she entered, and began to make his way to her side. His position demanded he do so, and he didn't mind doing so.\n\n\"Your Majesty.\" He said softly, bowing his head as he fell a half step behind her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Demetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Castle, Erilla\n\nDemetrius raised a brow at the comment, and he pressed his lips together tightly. \"Hm, maybe you're right.\" He mused, and gave a small laugh. \"Point me in the direction of one you think wouldn't mind ending up a widow.\" He paused, then pushed a hand through his hair. \n\n\"That was dark, my apologies. Maybe I could use a drink and a good night at court to lift my spirits.\" \n\nAnd juat as he mentally resolved himself to enjoy his evening, the Head Knight took his place beside the Queen. Out of habit, he straightened at the sight of Kyr, and adjusted his collar. \n\n\"A few drinks, actually.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Reyum Welles\nQueen Juliana\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nQueen Juliana knew Jesper's face well, so when he appeared beside her she greeted him with a warm smile, \"Sir Jesper.\" She was the Queen, the Queen didn't bow to anyone, acknowledging when someone was speaking to her was good enough. Jesper was her Head Knight, the tall blonde man was either a fixture in nearly every room she was in or she was speaking with him regarding various happenings in Araedia. She floated over to the next guest, him shadowing her. \n\nAfter a few moments of chit chat she gave herself a break. She stood by the window, wine in her hand as she looked over at Jesper. \"Tell me of your delightful little creature... Still squawking away from my blooms, I presume?\" \n___\nReyum said flatly, \"In the grand scheme of things, I don't think any of them would mind being a widow. It would mean they had a husband at some point.\" Reyum scoffed, \"Darkness does not offend me. I quite like it.\" \n\nReyum noticed Demetrius' eyes travel over to the Queen and his commanding officer. He looked back to the man, he seemed nervous. \"Relax, they're on their company behavior. Have as many drinks as you like... This way.\" He gestured with his head over towards a servant carrying a silver tray of wine."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jeper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Castle, Erilla\n\nJesper let his mind wander as he followed the Queen, barely paying any mind to what others were saying to her. As she spoke to the guests, he sent glares to the guards of the event, a silent warning to be one their best behaviors, and not let anything happen.\n\nThe glare he sent Jamesly though had no effect, the man returning it with a friendly smile, and a small wave. Jesper would have to reprimand him for that later.\n\nHe followed the Queen to the window, hands crossed loosely behind his back and a small laugh leaving him as she asked about Pontus.\n\n\"Last I saw her, yes.\" Jesper let a small smile set on his face, talk of Pontus always improved the mans mood. \"She wished to attend, but I made sure she was back in her stable. I don't think it'd do for a griffin to be running loose with so many around.\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe looked around, carrying his lute and only two swords. The cloth around his face was pulled back due to the heat and humidity of the forest. Insects and animals were around him as he kept walking along a natural path paved by fauna. He scratched at his face, already feeling a bump of an itchy insect bite under his sandpaper beard. \n\nIt was irritating for him, gulping from his waterskin, the cold liquid quelling his dry throat."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nAnnlise hid innocently behind a tree, hearing someone walk and grunt. Silently, she poked her head out from behind the tree to get a better look of him. Fear gripped her, but maybe they were lost too. Or sad. \"Excuse me?\" Annalise slowly revealed herself as she stepped out from behind the tree. She wore a mighty fine dress and her hair was in a stylish braid. Annalise no longer had her suitcases or any supplies to get her through the night. Annalise prepared herself for the person to say no to her, that they had places to be. But she couldn't focus on the bad. Not how odd they looked, or how they somewhat frightened her. \"Sir? The men accompanying me seem to have left. Have you seen my daddy?\" She looked up at him with tear filled eyes and wrapped her arms around the last of her supplies. An expensive doll. It was like she was asking for someone to rob her."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe knelt down before the girl, holding his hand out. \"Can you tell me what your daddy looks like? I can help find him.\" He gave a soft smile, making sure that he wasn't intimidating at all... Which was difficult for a 5'9 man, covered in rags with small bloodstains and carrying two swords.\n\n\"I won't hurt you, I promise. Let's find your papa and get you home safe.\" This little girl reminded him of his sister, the weight of the teddy bear at his side felt heavy at the thought. Shaking it away, he looked around to see if it was safe."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\n\"He's big and has a beard. Mama said she didn't want me staying with them. She has red hair and pretty green eyes.\" Annalise looked nothing like her parents, and she didn't know their true names. Describing them without generalizing them would be hard. \"Daddy has a limp and likes drinking. And mama stays home and complains a lot.\" The little girl giggles and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. \"They wanted me to stay with Uncle Joe. But I've never met him. And the guards and Jeremy left me alone all night and never came back with firewood. They didn't do their job.\" Annalise sniffled and clutched the doll tighter, realizing how awful her situation actually was. Her naivety couldn't save her from the fact that finding her parents would be a difficult task at hand."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe frowned, this wasn't good at all... *She doesn't even realize that they've actually abandoned her... Ransom or something. Who would do this? The father?* \"Do you know what your mother's house look like? And do you know which town it is?\" After making sure no wild life would be out to hunt the two, he started to walk alongside Annalise to whichever direction her town was. His hand rested on one shabby sword for just in case.."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\n\"No. But my mama said the kingdom was falling because of the brothers.\" Annalise didn't know the story, but she knew that hatred and ignorance started wars as such. She proceeded to tell him about the mean men that lived in her village, how they would steal and lie. How some had beaten her father. \"They say I need to be safe.\" She whispered sadly, but she wouldn't be safe without being with them. Especially because of her innocent nature. \"I wanted a pet and a mean man pushed me away from his chickens. Daddy fought him and mama decided it was time for me to go.\" Annalise looked up at the man she walked with. \"Do you think Jeremy is safe with the men that took him?\" Though Jeremy left her to be with his family again, Annalise still worried he was in danger. \"I'm hungry.\" Annalise murmured and buried her face into the doll."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\n\"Then your village isn't safe anymore... Here— It isn't much, but it's still food.\" He reached in his bag, pulling out an apple and some dried meat. \"I'm pretty sure you're used to fresh homecooked meals...\" He signaled for them to sit down while she ate. \"Can you tell me who Jeremy is? He sounds like a friend of yours.\" He gave a small smile, surprised that the child didn't scream or run away."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\n\"He was my neighbor and we grew up together. But he never was fond of me. Said I was too nice.\" Annalise giggled and bit into the meat slowly. She chewed slowly to savor the first bit of food she had in almost twenty four hours. \"His friends would tease him for walking everywhere with me, like to the stores. But he said that his mom would make him. After he was robbed, his parents had the idea to send him away. My family followed in pursuit.\" Annalise frowned and looked down at her lap before swallowing. She felt safe with the man that was helping her. \"I hear that guards aren't safe with girls from the women in my village. Is that true? Aren't guards supposed to help us?\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\n\"They are, but most guards are... Vile and wrong. They see the world differently than us. The villagers see the world as danger, and the guards see people as simply playthings. But what do I know? I'm a simple farm boy that was training to become a guard to protect my town. Some are different than others. Just as the trees age and grow at different paces, with different colors and leaves on them, All of us age differently, behave and act as separate and unique people. But sometimes... That doesn't end well.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\n\"Why is the world so scary without mama and daddy?\" She muttered and looked down, continuing to walk with him. She had finished most of the meat and placed it into her pocket, so she could munch on her apple. The best fruit known to man. \"Daddy said a guard killed my real mom. And that's how him and mama found me.\" She didn't tell him about her mother's rage or her father's drunken state. Perhaps, that would be setting the wrong image of her family. Annalise sighed and looked up at the older man. \"You were training to be a guard? Why did you stop? I think you would've been a great one.\" She took another large bite out of her apple and began to skip through the forest as he walked beside her. \"I don't know where home is.\" Annalise randomly blurted. She truly only knew the generalized direction."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\n\"The world is scary because you're afraid of what you cannot control.\" He looked around, they were still on a path, and it began to look more like a gravel road, which was wonderful news. \"I'm sorry to hear about your mother.. And why I stopped?\" He began to sift through some memories as he kept walking. \"I stopped after my family cottage burned down.. Alongside my family. The guardsmen that were training me, thought I burned it down... Preposterous! I loved my family to bits...\" He tightened his grip on his sword and gently took hold of the teddy bear hanging from his waist, thinking once more of his own parents..."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nNews had travelled of the young girl's disappearance after Jeremy was returned safely to his parents. They had paid a wealthy amount of money to have him back, money that Annalise's father had spent on her as she grew. It didn't come as a surprise to anyone in the village that her parents were blamed for the kidnapping of Jeremy and the disappearance of Annalise. Especially when the news of Annalise's mother becoming pregnant spread. It was now a matter of time. What were the villagers and guards going to do about the two? Only time would tell. Yet, as this happened Annalise had found peace with her companion who told her stories of how he quit. \"That is dreadful. I don't know what I would do without my mama and daddy. They saved me.\" She smiled and tossed the apple core into the woods before sticking her hand into they stranger's. She held his hand as they walked down the gravel. \"Do you think we'll be arriving soon?\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\n\"Looks like it, I see smoke lines and I smell food. I can hear some chatter. I think we're here soon.\" And he was correct, the gates of the village was in sight as they walked on. In a few minutes, they were past the gates and into the town. He was wary of everyone, and pulled his cloth mask down. \"Is this the right town?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\n\n\nA group of people stood at the center of town as they walked in and Annalise moved closer to the man. It was the same, but different. Men fought on the streets. Mothers cried in their homes. Children stole food. \"I want Daddy.\" Annalise said growing nervous as she squeezed his hand. The two walked through the village and heard Annalise heard it. The shouts of horrendous things. Slowly, she dropped the hand that was holding his to her side and she walked to the crowd innocently. Bodies crammed together and the sounds of horrified screams could be heard in the middle. Some people screamed about Annalise and the guards, the men accompanying Annalise, laughed as they sat on their horses. \"Mama? Daddy?\" Annalise called, two short to see the two bodies hanging from ropes. Out of nowhere a stranger lifted her and carried her out of the crowd, knowing the sight was enough to break the child. \n\n\nShouts and smoke filled the air as Annalise began sobbing, wanting her parents. She looked frantically at the stranger. \"Where's daddy?\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe picked her up, hiding her eyes from the sight. \"Mama and papa... Aren't here.\" He stared at the sight, before pressing the child closer to him. He muttered a question on the reason why these two were hanged, but asked first to keep it low as he was holding the child in his arms. He tried to comfort Annalise best he can, using the methods he used on his little sister before she passed."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nThe woman that had carried the child away sighed and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. \"They supposedly had the boy next door kidnapped and held for ransom. And the guards claim to have found her body in the woods with no successful return.\" She looked at the child and rubbed her head. Annalise gripped the stranger. Smelling her parents death. \"Her things are at her cottage. I'll show you there before the guards arrive to take everything. Perhaps, save the child's clothes.\" With that, she led them to a lone cottage that looked run down. \"Where's mama and daddy?\" Annalise asked and wrapped her arms around the man who had been shielding her from the sight of her parents' deaths. \"Her name is Annalise.\" The woman smiled and took Annalise before setting her things. \"Pack lightly child.\" With that, the woman slipped out of the cottage and back to the execution ceremony. Annalise stood in the cottage, noticing the piled dishes and dirty laundry. \"They're not coming back, are they?\" She looked back at the man with tears in her eyes."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nDismayed and quiet, he only nodded and helped pack her things. He slipped some food from the pantry into his bag, he folded some clothes and put it into another. He found a small pouch of coins, enough for the travel to the next three towns. \"...Where do you want to go now? You have no caregivers.\" *And I don't think the town wants you here, either.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nTears flowed down Annalise's cheeks as she walked into her parents' room. Silently, she picked up her mother's only necklace and her father's journal. Innocently, she walked back and put them into her bag before going to her small closet that was made into a bedroom. Blankets lay in the floor that she had once slept. Annalise picked out the nicest dresses her father gave her and one more doll before stuffing it into the bag. She got another bag and walked to the stove. Her mother had been cooking before she died. Annalise stared at the pot. \"Mama and Daddy are dead.\" She muttered and wiped her tears, her innocent light diminishing. No one would want an orphan and no one would care for her as they had. \"The guards in the village took me, not them.\" Annalise sobbed and turned to the man. She wrapped her arms around his waist not wanting to leave her childhood home."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe stared down at the child, before crouching down and giving her a proper hug. He picked up the bags, giving her one to carry. The rest were light enough and was stuffed into side pockets. He left some things behind, such as a sword and a gold coin on one of the pillows of the parent's bed. He would buy a horse for them to ride on. He picked Annalise up once more. \"Where do you want to go? I'm going to be at your side, you need someone to protect you.\" *No! You have no idea on how to protect and raise a child, what are you doing?!* His mind protested, but it wasn't visible on his face."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\n\"I want to go where no one ever leaves.\" She muttered and stared at him with a newfound sadness lurking in the depths of her eyes. And she rested herself against the man that had saved her and rubbed her eyes. She smiled as he spoke about staying by her side, for she needed a new friend at the moment. The man held the girl in a protective, older brother, sort of way. But knowing what happened to his family, she knew that he'd only want to protect her. \"Can we go somewhere cold? So I can where my big dresses and warm coat?\" She smiled, remembering her father buying her warm clothing for travel. Travel that they had never been able to participate in."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\n\"Of course.\" Still holding her, he shambled outside and towards the stables. He pointed at a white stallion, in his prime and ready to use. He paid up and hoisted the saddle on. He set Annalise down before swinging onto the saddle. He held out his hands for her to grab, before hoisting her up in the front, making sure she sat snuggly on the leather. \"Anything else to do, before we head off?\"\n\nHe checked the map he had. They'll have to go to Terresol's Capital, then through Northwind at Iron Gate, far enough for winters, but south enough that they'll survive through the winter."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia.\n\n\"I'm afraid not.\" Annalise muttered. Memories or her father taking her to various stores and buying her as many fine things as he could afford ran through her mind. The first time her mother showed her affection played through her head like a movie. Memories of the neighborhood kids running up and down the streets caused a soft smile to make way onto her face. She leaned against her friend and imagined her parents burning flesh and the sounds of people screaming at them. Sighing, she closed her eyes and fell asleep against her newfound friend. The past days had taken every ounce of energy that she had once had. Nothing was controllable and her life was in the hands of someone that she had barely known. But she still felt safe. And that's what mattered to her."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe snapped the reins of the horse, and it began on a steady prance along the path, when he looked back, the execution was nearly over... He turns back onto the path. Next stop: *Therinsford, Araedia*, A small village next to a river, good place to stop by and refill his waterskin— He would have to buy Annalise one, and start to teach her to conserve everything and be efficient. He would raise this child until she can stand on her own."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nShe awoke soon after the were from her last village. Her parents were now dead and she was an official orphan once again. As she woke, her body trembled from nightmares and she moved away from the stranger. Recognition passed in her eyes as she offered him a fake smile. \"Where are we?\" She muttered and looked around the wooded area. They were going down a path and the air was more humid than before. Sweat beads formed on her forehead as she leaned against the horse. This was her first time travelling. In all of her wildest dreams, she had never expected it to suck the way it did. \"Thank you for saving me, sir. The orphanage should be coming up soon if I'm correct.\" She believed he'd leave her with the orphans. He'd done more than enough for the child and she couldn't expect anything more of him."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe rested a firm hand on her shoulder. \"I am not leaving you there, we're going up north like you asked. We'll buy a nice little cottage and we'll make the best of what we have.\" The horse was at a brisk pace. He attempted to fish a doll from her pack to give it to her since he noticed her unease, but to no avail. He concluded to handing the teddy bear around his waist. \"I think you'll like Mr. Fluffles, My little sister Ania raised him to have good manners.\" He was only playing around, but she was a child, and he wanted to make sure her innocence was still there."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \nHer tears quit flowing immediately and she gently took him into her arms. \"Hello, do you really have manners?\" She whispered to the bear and smiled. \"He says that you're a good owner.\" Annalise giggled and began chatting with the bear. \"I like your name, Mr.Fluffles. Mine is Annalise, but daddy calls me Anna.\" She grinned and brought the teddy bear to her chest. Her light wouldn't be back for a while, due to being robbed of it. But she could always make the best of a situation. \"Your daddy saved me.\" She was casually talking to a bear, as if the bear could talk and they had known each other for a lifetime."
},
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nWhen dusk was arriving, he tied the horse to a nearby tree at a clearing, He gathered dry twigs and sticks for fire wood. He began scraping rocks together, sparks flying onto the wood and bursting into flames. Building a small scaffold, he took a pan from the packs hanging from the horse, before pouring a knob of preserved butter into it, and setting it over the fire. \"Do you want some roasted apples and beef?\" The only reason they could have beef in the first place, is because he hunted before finding Anna, and also finding some meat in Annalise's old home."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nAnnalise took a raw apple and looked back at the horse. \"Can I have roasted beef?\" She mumbled and sat her jacket down on the forest floor. She gently put the teddy bear on it and grabbed the apple before walking to the horse. \"Can Snowflake have an apple? He looks hungry?\" Annalise looked back at the man and hugged the horse innocently. She was quite short compared, but the horse remained still. It was almost like it had trusted the child with handling it in such a way. \"Daddy never let me feed the horse but they're always so hungry and always run. They need dinner too, right?\" She innocently looked back, not wanting to give the horse the man's fruit without permission."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\nHe nodded, handing her an apple. \"Hold your hand out flat like this, so he won't accidentally bite your fingers.\" He smiled, keeping an eye on her as she stabbed some cubes of meat and apples with a stick, keeping them separated. He let those roast over the fire, \"Oh my— I haven't even told you my name! Let's see.. Krujen Kf'ulir Marcusson. Son of Marcus and Maria, middle child of the family.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nSouthmost Forest of Araedia. \n\nHer giggles could be heard as the horse ate the apple from her hand and she began bouncing slightly. \"Look! Snowflake is eating!\" She had taken the time to give the horse a new name showed how much she cared for the animal. The horse made a loud noise causing Annalise to giggle and kiss it's nose lovingly before walking to her newfound friend. She sat beside him and watched as he cooked the food. \"Hi, Krujen. My name is Annalise, but you can call me Anna. Daddy said some people don't like my whole name.\" She was on her jacket with the teddy bear. The bear lay flat on it's back beside Anna and she obviously cared for it, for it wasn't touching the forest floor. As he finished cooking, a smile slipped onto her face. \"It smells good... Do I get to stay with you?\" She blurted out and looked at her hands."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nSouthmost Forest of Araedia\n\n\"Why yes, you get to stay.\" He smiled, taking the food off of the heat, the apples were soft and the sweetness heightened. He plopped everything into the pan, He got some forks out. \"Here, just be careful, it's quite hot.\" He picked a cube up, blowing on it and bit into it carefully, before munching down fully."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAnnalise took a cube and waited for Krujen to take a bite. She copied what he did before he ate it, by blowing on it. Innocently, she stuck her tongue out and liked the cube to make sure it wasn't too hot. After blowing it once more, Annalise ate the cube slowly and savored the taste once more. He was a great cook. And a kind person. Someone Annalise looked forward to knowing. Silently, Annalise layed down on her jacket and pulled the bear to her chest. \"He does have really good manners. I've never met such a polite bear.\" Innocently, Annalise would continue to make faces at it and talk to it as her friend finished dinner. She had seemed to lose her appetite in a matter of seconds. Thinking about the smoke of the fire reminded her of the smoke from her parents. But she couldn't allow her friend to know. Perhaps, she would seem ungrateful."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nHe went over to bags, fishing out a sleeping bag. There was only one... He set it down. \"You can sleep in that, I'll be fine like this.\" He fished out some wooly coats and layered them on top of one another, making a makeshift bed. He looked up at the stars, before dousing the fire with dirt. He settled into his somewhat reasonable sleeping bag, and lifted his eyes to the heavens."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAfter a night time full of comfortable sleep, Annalise rolled onto her back and stared at the dawn sky. Krujen seemed to be asleep, so she hopped up and grabbed some clothes. Ignorant to any potential threats, she sauntered into the woods and found a good place to change. Swiftly, she changed and looked about her when she was completed. Now which way had Krujen been in. It was almost as if he'd left. Like the others. \"I'm sorry I walked away. Don't leave! I'll find you!\" She screamed frantically and began moving through the woods. Thorns scraped her arms and branches tangled her hair. Heaving, she found Krujen and stumbled to the campsite looking at the horse. Tears entered her vision as she crawled into the sleeping bag and held the bear. That would be the last time she'd leave to change. Krujen could've gone with her. But she went alone. Guilt flooded her gut as she gripped the teddy bear."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nHe was awoken by her screams, he turned to her and crouched down at her side, wiping leaves and pulling twigs from her hair. \"You scared me to death... Please, don't do that again, tell me if you want to do something, and I'll help you.\" He took a look at her arms, before going to his bag, he fetched some herbal poultice and bandages. He smeared thinly over her scratches that were bleeding, and wrapped the wounds that were necessary. \"There..\" He rested his hand on her hair and gave a smile. \"The next town shouldn't be far, just another day of riding the horse and then we'll be there by dusk.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nStill shaken by occurrence, Annalise hugged him and put her things into a bag. She held onto the teddy bear and watched as Krujen aided her fresh cuts. Somehow Annalise knew how to get into trouble. Wanted or not. Quietly, she rubbed her eyes and allowed stray tears to run down her face. It was surprising that someone had cared for her as kindly as her parents once had. \"I like your food.\" She innocently mumbled and stood up. \"I wanted to change and I was scared to wake you up.\" She mumbled sleepily and leaned against him, closing her eyes. Travelling was obviously not something Annalise liked to do. Her thighs were sore from horseback riding the day before. \"We need to give snowflake breakfast.\" Annalise picked up and extra apple cube and walked to the horse. She placed it by the horse's mouth and giggled as it ate. Annalise hadn't eaten in a while now, due to not eating much dinner. But she still wasn't hungry because of the excitement. \"Let's go. It'll be fun today, right?\" She giggled and placed her hand in Krujen's.\n\nQueen Juliana\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nQueen Juliana raised her eyebrows, tilting her chin a little further down with an amused expression seeing her head knight smile just talking about that beast. She didn't care much for any animal besides her house and by association her granddaughter. She was happy to have the beast protecting her since no one else had one, and it seemed to be a massive threat, but she would never build a bond with it. In her mind Pontus was equivalent to a very large sword. \n\nThe Queen let a breathy half giggle escape when Jesper said the beast wanted to be in attendance at the introductory dinner, \"Most of the people in this room are as much of a beast as your pet, so she might have been right at home. People are just better to look at...\" She glanced over her shoulder at her guests enjoying themselves, dancing, laughing. She looked back at Jesper, \"Well... *Some* People.\" \n\nShe couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought of what she'd have to ask him next, \"I trust you've made sure my esteemed guests traveling home tonight will not have to look into the sunken eyes of any rats lining their passage home?\" She smiled sweetly, \"It's imperative that when people leave High Bloom they remember the beauty of the Palace, and not fear for their lives that they will be eaten by a mob of shitbloods on the way out."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\n\"Of course, we'll take a little break in an hour or so, a river should be nearing us.. After we get to the next town, we can rent a little place to sleep in, then we can go to Erilla and settle down and prep for Terresol. Do you wanna go north enough that it snows?\" He cocked his head, before eating breakfast. It was apples, and the remainder of last night's meal. \"Sorry that we don't have much variety of food, some of the dried lamb is saved for when we're on horseback and the carrots would need cleaning.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest.\n\n\"I never got to see snow, so yes.\" She smiled and watched him as he ate. \"Daddy says snow is a miracle and it snows every time a baby is born. But I've never seen it snow where I lived and babies were born a lot.\" Annalise shrugged and hugged the bear before taking a doll out for playing during horseback riding. Hearing that they would be arriving somewhere brought her joy. Would it be beautiful? Safe? Unlike where she came from? Annalise giggled and looked at the bear. \"Mr.Fluffles, meet Queenie. She is queen of all things dolls. People make her so she looks like the lovely queens throughout the world.\" Annalise giggled. \"Queenie. This is Mr.Fluffles. He is very polite and loves hugs. And that's Krujen. He's our new family.\" She continued happily playing with the animals. \"It's fine. We still have snacks. And carrots are nastyyy.\" Annalise giggled."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nHe snickered, before riding on, after a few minutes, the trees dissipated and now it was just the vast plains of Araedia. \"The snow is wonderful... Whiter than flour and more beautiful than a white Canary. It's cold and you could build snowmen..\" He trailed off, before chuckling at her remark of carrots being nasty. \"Have to agree on carrots, I like them boiled and covered in sugar.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jeper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJesper nodded softly, the small smile still on his face. \"There are many here who would agree with that, even if they may be those few.\"\n\n\"I have guards spread around the castle, and I will have small groups escorting them home, so as to ward off any that may try their luck.\" Jesper said softly, taking a look around to make sure that none would hear their talk of shitbloods. \"Although, if there are any you'd like to meet a shitblood, I can make something happen.\" He joked, smile giving way to a small smirk."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Queen Juliana\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nThe Queen openly smiled when he joked about having some of her guests meet a shitblood. Clearly, she didn't get the joke and took it as a serious suggestion. \"Hmm...\" She looked around the room, and shockingly no one was irritating her enough at the moment to warrant that sort of fate. She turned back to Jesper then slightly shrugged her shoulder, \"None at the moment, but I like the way you think.\" She winked at him then waved over a tray so that she could place her empty glass on it. \n\nShe sighed then looked around the room, and she still had a lot of people to get through before dinner was served. \"Well, back to work for us both..\" She turned to walk, but paused. She turned back to him then lowered her voice, \"There's bound to be at least one here that will annoy me. There is hope for you to have a little fun making an introduction of your own.\" She laughed then turned back around to continue greeting the guests."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jeper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nA small sigh escaped Jesper as the Queen mentioned it was time for them to get back to greeting the guests, something that Jesper found slightly tedious, but was required of them.\n\n\"If there is any that you'd like for me to get 'acquainted' with, I will be more then happy to do so.\" He replied, rolling his shoulders as he stood straight. A small smile settled on his face, falling a half step behind her again."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Queen Juliana\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\n\"Hm,\" She looked around the room, her eyes landed on Reyum and the soldier he was talking to. She didn't know his name, but if Reyum was talking to him he was probably of some use to her. \"The man speaking with Provincial Reyum perhaps. I do not recognize his face, and Provincial Reyum does not often waste his time. He may be of some use to you,\" She said a before she looked at the last few guests. \"After these four, I'll be sitting at my table. You are now officially freed of duty and can enjoy yourself, Sir Jesper.\" \n\nShe again waved over a tray and took a glass off it. Instead of drinking it herself she handed it to Jesper, \"Consider it an order.\" She turned away from him to go speak to the last remaining guests. With the amount of protection in the room, she didn't fear being too far away from her head knight."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJesper looked at the wine in his hand, before he glanced up as the Queen walked away, her dress trailing behind her. He took a deep breath in, before he sighed softly. \"Yes, Ma'am.\" He mumbled softly, turning to face Reyum and the son of Verton, rolling his eyes a bit.\n\n\"Reyum.\" He greeted softly, nodding to him as he approached. \"And the son of Verton, I assume?\" Was all he asked, turning his gaze."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\n\"And you've the seen the snow? I bet it was a beautiful as Snowflake.\" She smiled softly and the horse begin trotting. The small girl began hopping up and down and a startled look appeared on her face. \"I thought I was falling.\" She stated amused and felt the horse speed up slightly. In the distance, two carriages strolled up the trail. \"What are those things? I've never seen one.\" Annalise was in awe as she watched the two black horses as fast as possible up the trail. How odd. They must be in a rush. Annalise watched with interest pursuing her body. Could a noble be in the carriage? Could a kind family? Annalise grinned at the wonderful thoughts. She'd never thought of what people sat in a carriage, nor what one had looked like. Her father never took her away from their village."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nHe looked at the carriages, the horses were divine, their pelts and hair groomed, the carriages were not of royalty, but they weren't commoners either. He picked up pace, and if Anna asked why, he simply said, \"We don't want to dawdle here, they'll get suspicious and think that we're some muggers.\" Although they were far from thieves, they looked like poor strangers looking to haggle and steal. \n\nThe trees disappeared entirely, leaving them barren and exposed, especially to the sun. Thankfully, his shadow kept Anna in the shade."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAnnalise listened and did as she was told. Leaning against Krujen, she stared at the carriage nervously. \"They won't kill us, like mama and daddy, right?\" Her voice was vulnerable, but as the carriage slowed down beside them she hid her face against Krujen. It happened that they were kind villagers checking on the welfare of both the man and child. They then sped up and went on their way. Annalise gripped stayed against Krujen and held the toys tightly. \"Why can people be so cruel, yet some so kind?\" She asked questions that some adults would ask themselves. Questions that needed to be asked. Innocently she had the teddy and the doll speak to one another as they made their way to the village, isolated."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\n\"I do not know, but I will protect you.\" He pulled two strips of jerky from his satchel, he handed Anna a strip. He began to subconsciously gnaw on the meat, they would go to stay at an Inn, one stop before Erilla, before stocking up on meals and food, and then head to Terresol and possibly into Northwind if they can survive the winter. He picks up pace only slightly, making sure Annalise was fast on the horse and won't be falling off any time soon."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Demetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Castle\n\nReyum insisted they would play nice, and he had no reason not to believe that, but it didn't mean he didn't straighten uncomfortably when they approached. \n\n\"Demetrius,\" The man added a he bowed deeply, feeling like he was being prompted for his name by the Head Knight. \"At your service.\" He finished, and straightened once more to his regular height."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nThe journey was becoming difficult for the child to endure as the horse galloped through the woods. Her breaths were similar to pants and she nibbled on the meat, in hopes of restoring energy. Annalise's body had grown limp from exhaustion and she continued leaning on Krujen. Something about the man had comforted her. Perhaps, it was that he was the one that shielded her from a fate that was most likely death, or the slavery of an orphanage. Orphans in the slums were known to clean houses and do unspeakable chores. \"Are we almost there?\" Her mouth was dry and her voice hoarse. It was coming time for her to have a real meal and to eat, this much she knew. After skipping dinner and breakfast because of shock, it was like her body couldn't push forward. Her muscles felt drained and overall she was dehydrated. Innocently, Annalise kept her hands on her toys."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Reyum Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nReyum noticed how Demetrius tensed when Jesper was walking towards them. He wouldn't comment on it. It was probably for the best that he cared about The Head Knight's presence. It meant he knew how important reputation was, and he clearly didn't want his ruined. Reyum turned to face Jesper, after being in court for nine years Reyum was familiar with the man's face. He was a source of conversation often, being one of the youngest head knights in all of Marin. He was very curious about him, but he never got too close. \n\nHe nodded his head in return to Jesper's greeting, \"Jesper.\" He looked at the glass he was holding for a second then smirked because he seemed so uncomfortable holding it. He was always so loyal to the Queen, to see him as a part of the party was a little bit of a shock. Jesper and Demetrius sort of introduced themselves, but Reyum decided to fill in the gaps. There was something about knights and soldiers... They were all willing to die for each other, but in a social situation they were hopeless. \n\n\"Demetrius is Verton's son,\" He confirmed for Jesper. \"I would introduce Jesper, but of course he's the reason you've tensed your shoulders up to your earlobes.\" He laughed shortly, patting Demetrius on his shoulder. \"All's well... Relax, it's a celebration.\"\n\n_____________________\nQueen Juliana\nEvelyn Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nThe Queen had taken her place at her table, her guests began to sit too, but dinner had not officially begun. She focused her attention on her newest members of court. All of them seemed to be doing quite well, but the Queen focused on one more than the others. Evelyn was dancing with a young man, all smiles and a bright pink flush to her cheeks. It wasn't her first dance of the evening, and she had made the rounds almost as well as the Queen herself. For her first function at High Bloom, she couldn't have done any better. \n\n\"Evelyn Welles,\" A woman sitting beside the Queen told her. \"Do you believe me to be ignorant of my own girls? Are you aware that you're at an *Introduction* Dinner?\" The woman looked horrified, \"No, Your Majesty. My apologies.\" Queen Juliana huffed then rolled her eyes, \"What do you know of her?\" The woman shook her head, \"Nothing, Ma'am, besides her name. No one does.\" The Queen tapped the table with her perfectly buffed nails, \"Do you find her very beautiful?\" The woman nodded, \"Yes, Ma'am. A perfect petal also very kind.\" The Queen's interest deflated immediately, \"Well then.\" She brought her glass to her lips turning from Evelyn completely, \"Splendid.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\n\"Relax, I'm not going to rip your throat out.\" Jesper sighed, shaking his head softly. \"And, although it may be in poor taste, I'm sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man.\" It had hurt Jesper to know that the group he had sent to shadow the mercenaries had been killed, but he and they knew the risks of the job.\n\n\"So we don't dwell on such topics to much, I would like to know who thought it'd be a good idea to let you in, Reyum.\" Jesper joked, a small smile on his face. While he wasn't know for making to many jokes, only to those he considered close, it was a night to loosen up and make some impressions on others. Although with his status, it didn't matter what impressions he made personally, it would effect his families though."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nHe let the horse skid to a stop and directed it off of the trail. He climbed off and picked Anna up, rummaging around in his packs. He pulled out a waterskin, brimming with water, and a pear. He also had some bread and some cheese. He made a sandwich and split the pear with a hunter's knife. \"Hope you like it. We'll have a proper meal by sun down.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAnnalise gently took the food and begin chomping it hungrily. She wasn't made for tedious travel and it showed, for her parents had been to poor. As she swallowed, she looked up at him. \"We'll be at your home?\" A grin plastered onto her face as she imagined what his home would be like. Inns were unheard of in her household because her dad would never travel long enough to need one. The family was close knit and couldn't stand being apart for a certain period of time. Now, they would never see each other again. Annalise finished the bread and cheese with a tiny burp and sipped on the water. \"Thank you.\" Her voice was shy and low. But she did enjoy what he'd given her. She handed him the waterskin, which still had water, and hugged him tightly. He was slowly becoming her best friend. And she liked that."
},
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\n\"My home is a bit more up north, It will be close to Erilla. Just a bit past it, actually. The Inn is just a place we'll be staying at for at least two nights so you can rest up a bit, you're not used to this type of travel.\" He ate in silence, before handing one half of the pear to Anna, and the other half was munched down by him. They would stay a while— Did he hear a river? He stood up and led Snowflake along the grass and gave a happy whoot, the river was roaring with life and Snowflake was already sipping from it.\n\nHe filled his waterskin back up before sitting down and dipping his feet in the water... He was barefoot for the entire journey? Harsh sunlight left his feet reddish and hot, so yes."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest.\n\nAnnalise mindlessly followed him to a river and she happily munched on the pear given to her. Everything Krujen did, she appreciated it. Slowly, she walked down to the river and lifted her dress above her feet. Timidly, she put on foot in and got her small sandal soaking wet. She had picked up a pair of shoes on their way out of her home. \"Why don't you wear shoes? Your feet could get cut up?\" She turned to him and walked to Snowflake. She allowed snowflake to eat the center of the pear and kissed the horse's face. Now that they had left her place of trauma, she seemed to be more relaxed. Maybe one could say cheerful. Her arms were still sore from her scrapes and her hair was now wild and unruly. \"At an inn, are people nice? Will we make more friends?\" She giggled at the thought, though she would be more than happy with just Krujen and Snowflake."
},
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\n\"I don't have any shoes. I don't bother to buy any.\" He chuckled at how she handled Snowflake, he gave a smile. \"Most people just leave you be, but sometimes inns can be dangerous, but we're not going to a dangerous inn. We're going to the Old Chestnut, an old friend of mine owns the place, and most that come are a hearty bunch.\" His grin was reassuring, he picked some smooth rocks from the waterbed. The rock he held out was a soft purple and smooth, he sets it in Anna's hands. \"Keep it, I think it's pretty.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAnnalise stared at the Rock for a moment and found a slow smile spreading across her cheeks as she ran her thumbs over it. \"It looks beautiful.\" She muttered and ran back into the river, allowing the bottom of her dress to dampen. \"I'll find you one!\" She grinned and bent down before picking up a grey one and running back to him. She innocently handed it to him with a wide grin, proud of her finds. Giggling, she walked to her bags and placed the purple rock into the bag with her personal belongings. \"And your friends aren't mean?\" She asked softly. Mean people didn't give Annalise good vibes. She felt as though something was deeply disturbing with most mean people. It could be her personal fear of being hanged like her mother and father, or just an irrational fear."
},
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\n\"Very pretty!\" He smiled, before putting it in his pocket. \"My friends aren't mean, just a bit loud and quite trustworthy.\" He smiled, before stretching. \"Do you want to continue on, or rest a little bit longer?\" He's tucking the rest of the food back in their respective bags, before making sure everything is secure on Snowflake, he fed his steed an apple before petting him."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAnnalise thought for a moment, not wanting to slow Krujen down, because it could possibly irritate him. Thinking for a short moment, she bobbed her head up and down. \"I think we should continue.\" Annalise began making sure she had everything. All of her toys, except for Mr.Fluffles and Queenie, were in her bag and her bag was on the horse.. Safe. Queenie and Mr.Fluffles were on the back of the horse still, where she had been sitting. Annalise innocently took off her wet shoes and placed them on the back of her horse. She didn't want to get sick. \"Do inns have baths?\" It was obvious by now that she had never stayed the night anywhere besides her home. Happiness filled her with the knowledge she was receiving from Krujen. No one had ever bothered to tell her stories of the outside world and now she was more than ready to begin exploring it."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nKrujen picked Anna up and set her on the horse, before climbing on as well. \"I think Queenie and Mr. Fluffles are getting along quite well.\" He smiles, before snapping the reins and continuing in a brisk trot. Hooves clattering on gravel path, the sun was lowering... A small town in the distance. \"Yes, there is baths too.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\nEverstrong Forest. \n\nAnnalise smiled brightly as Krujen hoisted her onto the horse and she looked at her toys lovingly \"I hope they become best friends like us!\" She beamed and picked them both up before hugging them tightly. Snowflake neighed, almost like he was agreeing with the child. Annalise giggled and felt Krujen get onto the horse. With a happy smile, she looked forward and felt him lead the horse back to the trail. The two of them continued riding the horse to a small town. It seemed more peaceful than her last home. Dim lights lit the street as they arrived and fathers were walking home from work. Guards stumbled into and out of bars. Annalise whimpered as she grew more and more tired. Snowflake eventually trotted up to the inn and Annalise had no idea what to think. She gathered her toys and looked at Krujen nervously. The sounds of men howling with laughter filled the street causing her to grow rigid."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nEverstrong Forest\n\nHe tied the horse to a post by the stables, he hoisted the bags onto his form and helped Anna down. \n**The Olde Chestnutt**\nHe took her hand and went through the doors, met with bright laughter and average and happy communion. He went up to the counter and was greeted by a burly man. \"Joseph! Good to see you again!\" *\"Aye, ye comin' to stay fer a while?\"* \"Indeed, the northmost room, I'll pay you two nights in advance.\" *\"Same as usual, kep' some of yer things there.. An' the kid?\"* \"She's with me.\" *The man gave a look before grinning. \"Dinner gon' be serv'd in an hour, don' be late.\"* Krujen nodded and was handed keys. He led Anna upstairs and to the farthest room, out of sight and in good condition."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nThe Olde Chestnut. \n\nAnnalise held her bag tightly as the burly man noticed her and nodded swiftly before shrinking behind Krujen's legs. As Krujen received his room assignment, Annalise held her bag on her back and her toys in her arms. She took a moment to look around the men. There was so much life and happiness in the room. Annalise followed Krujen out of the room and moved beside him. \"Queenie says she wants us to be careful.\" Annalise muttered and followed him to the end of the hall. No other rooms were beside their's and it seemed like the safest. Probably on purpose. Annalise walked to a small bed by a dirtied window, allowing Krujen to have the one made for his size. Silently, she put her toys onto the bed and her mother's necklace around her neck. She then placed the journal underneath the pillow. She left the clothes in her bags and slid it underneath the bed. \"Krujen, are you staying with me tonight?\" Her voice came out vulnerable and it was more than obvious that she was scared of this unknown place."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n\n\"Yes, I refuse to leave you alone, might as well call me a fruit fly.\" He set all the bags down, before checking his little scrapbook. Paintings and different handwriting of each kind. He closes it and held it to his chest. Memories, of home, of where he grew up. Just a little further now, Ellira and just beyond that in Terresol, his home. He then kneeled down and brushed the hair from her face. \"I must teach you how to survive on your own, if you want to travel this world.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine.\nThe Olde Chestnut. \n\nShe gently hugged the man in front of her. \"I'll learn.\" Her promise sounded serious, but she was merely a child and one could not determine the level of which a child would carry out a promise. Annalise let go and crawled onto her bed with the toys of which she smiled at. They were all expensive, and she only had five dolls. Mr.Fluffles seemed to go well with her collection. The sounds of guards galloping through the city streets could be heard as Annalise slipped under the covers. \"Promise you won't let the guards take me? They're evil.\" She whispered. Mr.Fluffles lay on her right side and Queenie on her left. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked up at the dusty ceiling. It was becoming dark out and Annalise wasn't a fan of places being too dark. Silently, she rolled to the window and watched the people outside living their lives. Eventually sleep took the child.\n\nReyum Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nReyum was silent when Jesper paid his respects to Demetrius' fallen father. He took his attention away from the both of them for second to locate Evelyn. She didn't seem to be making a fool of herself so he was satisfied. Hopefully before the next ball, she wouldn't need him coming to her rescue over absolutely nothing. \n\nHe turned his attention back to Jesper and Demetrius when he heard his name. The rest of the sentence connected a few moments later. He scoffed, swallowing the wine he had in his mouth before he responded to Jesper's joke. \"Your men are ridiculously easy to bribe, lack of training. It's embarrassing really,\" He swirled the wine around in his glass nonchalantly then smirked. \n\n\"Well, Gentlemen, dinner is about to begin and neither of you are more appealing than that.\" He laughed then tapped Demetrius on the shoulder again, \"Relax... Go meet your petals.\" He knew what he said about them earlier, but it was always going to be a joke with him because he took it so seriously. He didn't stay around to see his reaction to that, but it was bound to be pricelss. \n\nReyum took his place at the far end of the Queen's table, and when the rest of her party filled in dinner was served. Araedian cuisine was full of variety. Freshly caught fish, wild game, spices, edible flowers, delicious wines and desserts. The ball continued well after dinner, but when the Queen was ready for bed there was one final dance to close the ball then the guests made their way to either their chambers in High Bloom or their carriages."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Daniella Rosalinda \nThe Old Chestnut \n2 Years Ago \n\nDaniella sat on the back of her black horse as it galloped down the street leading to The Old Chestnut. Men there always welcomed the women of Araedia and after her travels, that's exactly what she needed. Perhaps, she would have a bit of fun with a few. Silently, she hopped off of her horse. It was nightfall and the sound of crickets filled the fresh air. Daniella smirked as she reached into one of her bags to inspect the bloodied butcher knife, her husband's blood at that. \"Rest in peace, bastard.\" She chuckled and placed it back into her bag before taking her things off of the horse. Not bothering to feed it, she walked towards the building. A white horse was there. The color of innocence. Silently, Daniella stared at it and noticed a doll. An expensive doll at that. *A child is here.* Thoughts began racing throughout her mind as she imagined it. Raising a boy, or girl, to kill. Just like her. A new mission. Take the child before sunrise. Daniella sauntered into the Old Chestnut. \"Excuse me?\" She called in the sea of men. \"My child was last seen here?\" \n\n\n\"So he's got a girl now?\" The burly man laughed and gave Daniella a key to Krujen's room drunkenly."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\nKrujen was still awake, he was struggling to fall asleep due to the rowdiness downstairs and him fetching a glass of water. He had his hand resting on his bedside table where the swords rested. His brother's handiwork. Not very good, but sturdy. He tried to ease himself back to sleep, but something was gnawing at his brain.. A hunch. But sometimes hunches were incorrect... Right? After a few minutes of trying to rack some reason in his brain, he gave up and decided to stay awake until the sun shone through those dirtied windows and when he and Anna could have breakfast."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Daniella Rosalinda and Annalise Elaine. \nThe Old Chestnut. \n2 Years Ago. \n\nAnnalise stirred in her sleep and remained asleep, unaware of the woman coming to their room. Daniella walked up the stairs, a smirk lighting on her facial features. Quietly, she placed her things in the hall and knocked on the door of Krujen's room. \"Hello?\" She opened the door and saw the child. This girl would be a perfect intern in the art of the kill. \"I received a call that you have a little girl without a mother. We thought she'd enjoy a bath, maybe one or two of my daughter's toys?\" As Daniella spoke, Annalise stirred awake and stared at the woman in front of her. \"Wouldn't that be lovely, child?\" Annalise groggily nodded and climbed out of bed, believing it to be a dream. The woman was surely too beautiful to be of threat. \"I will bring her back in no time. You have my word.\" *Eighteen years should be long enough for her training, yes?*"
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\nHe shot up, standing up and walking at Daniella's side. \"I am coming with. No stranger should come and sweep her away.\" He snatched the key from Daniella. \"How did you get this?\" His eyes were burning with an underlying hatred. This woman was going to deceive, and he is not going to fall for it. He grabs his swords, looking more like canes in their sheathes. He went and grabbed Anna's hand.\n\nHis intentions were set and his guard was up. This woman was dangerous and he knew it."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Daniella Rosalinda and Annalise Elaine. \nThe Olde Chestnut.\n2 years ago. \n\nDaniella let out a brisk laugh and nodded in agreement. His trust would have to be earned and she would break him when she took away the most valuable thing at the moment. Annalise. Daniella simply smiled and led them out of the room. \"The owner gave me the key, considering I'm his neighbor and he trusts me.\" Daniella would try to make him seem like a bad person for the time being. \"My husband would've loved to see your little one. She's a gem.\" Annalise hugged Krujen's leg, not understanding the woman's threatening nature at all. \"He told me the bath was near here, but one can never trust someone who has been drinking all night once again.\" A laugh bubbled out of her throat and Annalise looked up at Krujen.\n\n\n\"Your friends drink funny juice?\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\n\"Everyone drinks the funny juice, Anna.\" Since how they've been handled by the kingdoms.. He shook his head and followed Daniella. \"I've never seen you before around town at all, what is your name?\" He held Anna close, sword resting by his hip and his weapon arm steady. Any fishy business would result a blade to the throat and some questions. He wasn't going to take any chances."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Daniella Rosalinda and Annalise Elaine. \nThe Olde Chestnut. \n2 Years Ago. \n\n\"Hannah Leblanche.\" Daniella lied smoothly and eventually found a tub. She smiled and looked back at the child. \"If you want the man in the bathroom, I'll allow it. But know that no proper lady would allow this.\" She smiled and Annalise tightened her grip on Krujen. Daniella walked downstairs to fetch warm water and Annalise simply looked up at Krujen, wondering what they would do about the situation. She was nervous to say the least. Why was a stranger pushing to get the child alone? Daniella soon returned and began filling the bathtub to the brim. \"Have you made a decision?\" Annalise shook her head upon hearing Daniella's question. \"He'll be just outside the door.\" Daniella coaxed. Annalise wasn't stupid, but she surely didn't want a boy to see her naked. Her mother had always given her baths. Maybe this would be the same. \n\n\n\"Krujen, you won't leave me right?\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\n\"I won't, I'll turn my back. I won't peek.\" He settled far enough so Anna wouldn't be intruded on. He sat down at such an angle, that even if he did peek, he'd mostly see the bathtub. He sighed before twiddling something, assuming to be his thumbs. He stared at the wall in focus before focusing on something else; his knife.\n\n\"I don't believe to be stupid, but I am no scholar.\" He whispered lowly at Daniella."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Daniella Rosalinda and Annalise Elaine. \nThe Olde Chestnut. \n2 Years Ago.\n\nDaniella allowed a chuckle as she began inspecting the child for any scrapes or bruises. As she found the ones from earlier, she side eyed Krujen. Perhaps, he was like her deceased husband. \"Undress, child.\" Daniella muttered and Annalise did as she was told. In the blink of an eye, as Annalise was momentarily distracted, Daniella had the child in her arms with the bloodied blade pressed to her throat. \"I had to time to grab it while I got the water. And surely, you aren't stupid. But great things call for this child. I can teach her my art. She can become my apprentice.\" Daniella rambled, her eyes blazing. \"But first, she must be cleansed of you.\" Daniella chuckled and shoved the child into the water, before holding her head in place underneath it. All while holding a knife to the back of her head. \"She will be reborn.\". Daniella had known Krujen wouldn't leave Annalise. And by Annalise's squirming body, she knew that Annalise wouldn't give up on Krujen so easily."
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\nHe spun around, kicking Daniella in the ribs. He lifts Anna from the water, before unsheathing his sword, holding his knife and blade in both his hands. He shot forward and had the sword at her neck, whilst stabbing the knife into her hand, going through the flesh and into the wall behind her. His eyes burned with fury, he spat at her. \"Reborn? Don't make me laugh. You won't see the sun again after your actions.\" He wasn't about to be sweet talked out of this like some guard. He saw things. He saw how his family burned and he knows grief. Another dead child in his arms would mean something much darker for her.."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine and Daniella Rosalinda. \nThe Olde Chestnut. \n2 Years Ago.\n\nAnnalise's screams and cries filled the small bathroom and the brutes soon filled the halls in search of her screams. Krujen's friend simply lifted Annalise from him and watched Daniella as she howled out in pain. \"You promised I was safe.\" Annalise sobbed and the burly man from early put his hand on Krujen's shoulder. Perhaps, this was all a mistake. Allowing the woman to come because of her looks. Because of this, a child almost died under his roof. Annalise held out her hands for Krujen as she was carried out the bathroom. \"Krujen!\" Annalise found herself screaming, still mortified as they carried her to a bedroom and placed her on the small bed. Sobs escaped her mouth as the men attempted calming her down. An execution would possibly be taking place tonight. \n\n\n\"Leave her. You have a child to worry about now.\" The burly man stated bluntly. \"I don't know if she can keep being exposed to darkness, especially from you.\" Daniella smirked as the burly man talked and remained still.\n\n\n\"I'll leave without the girl.\" She stated bluntly and felt the sword dig slightly deeper into her skin. \"She's been corrupted too much.\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\nHe let go, his nostrils flared. \"This woman— tried to drown the child.\" He pulled the knife from her hand. He washed it in the bath water and walked out. Back to the Olde Chestnut, back to little Anna. He closed the door and crouched down in front of the little girl in bed. \"I will never leave you alone, I've acted like a fool.\" He must teach her. He has to teach her.."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nThe Olde Chestnut. \n2 Years Ago. \n\nAnnalise coughed, her entire body drenched and her dress torn from the fight she had put with Daniella. \"Krujen.\" She reached out and buried her face into his shoulder, knowing that she could've died if he had left the bathroom like encouraged. She began hiccupping and the men in the room previously left them be. Annalise curled into Krujen's shoulder and more tears flowed from her eyes. \"Why would someone do that?\" Her voice was pleading and her entire body shook. \"And she knife. It had blood.\" Perhaps, she had murdered a child. More tears. Annalise wiped her face, knowing she wouldn't be sleeping till sunrise. As her sobs quietened down slightly, she stayed against Krujen and shook violently. A mad woman had wanted her. But why? Daniella could never harm another living being, not even a fly. She was the definition of innocent- or she was. \"Do we have to stay here?\""
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"author": "remus__",
"message": "Krujen Kf'ulir\nThe Olde Chestnut\n2 Years Ago\n\n\"We're going. We're going far from here, we're going back home and I am going to protect you, damnit.\" His voice, genuine and fierce. \"We're going tomorrow morning, we'll eat breakfast and we're going home.\" He held her close, rocking from left to right, muttering lullabies and trying to ease her nerves."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Annalise Elaine. \nThe Olde Chestnut. \n2 Years Ago. \n\nAnnalise shook her head, wanting to leave at their moment. She listened to him describe how he would protect her, similar to how a brother would and she felt her arms loosening up slightly. As soon as he said they had to stay, Annalise began having a fit once again, scared that the murderous woman would return to finish the job. \"I don't want to stay. Hannah will return.\" *If that was her real name.* The lullabies soothed Annalise as soon as Krujen began muttering them and she closed her eyes feeling tired. \"I'm scared to stay here. Don't make me.\" She felt herself falling asleep, but was scared of what would happen to her in her sleep. Would the woman come back and stab her in the throat, or worse... Her head? Annalise drifted off with her head on Krujen's shoulder. And the last thing she heard was a deep voice, deeper than Krujen's.\n\n\n\"I haven't seen you care this much for a single child in years.\"\n\nReyum Welles\nQueen Juliana\nHigh Boom Castle in Erilla, Araedia\n\nThe guests had either gone home or were in their chambers for the rest of the night. The maids were hard at work clearing everything and setting up for breakfast the next morning. Reyum was the last person in the dining hall. He often walked the halls of High Bloom at night, starting rumors that he never slept. He knew every inch of that castle. Every stone, every corner, every secret room, every hidden room, the location of every book in the library, and so much more. The Araedian historian could learn a thing or two about High Bloom from Reyum by the end of his first year at court- nine years ago. \n\nHigh Bloom had been built as a fortress originally. There were tunnels and secret passages throughout. Some were easy to find, well noted, and often used by servants and officials. Others were so well hidden they were dismissed as rumors, and others that no one had the slightest inclination they existed.\n\nThere were guards outside Juliana's door on the third floor at all times. \n\nThere was always someone ready to risk their lives to save hers at all times, access to her without the knowledge of guards was not granted. However, when Reyum found a secret passage that led to her room from the outside it was never reported. It wasn't a clean passageway. It was dark, ridiculously small, winding, and jagged rocks nipped against his body.\n\nParts of it were so low he had to duck his head- he learned that the hard way, there were stairs, and insects had completely taken over sections of it. It took him several weeks of trying and failing to get to the end of the passageway, but he was determined to know where it led. There was no way of knowing where it led when he first discovered it, or if anyone else knew about it. \n\nThe passageway was entirely secret. It must have been well known at some point, perhaps the reason why it was the Monarch's bedroom to begin with. Over the years, the secret of the tunnel buried itself from even the Monarchs themselves. Reyum convinced Juliana it was best to keep it between the two of them.\n\nAfter all, even guards can betray their monarch for the right price. \n\nThe secret stayed between the two of them for quite some time, and the tunnel was used quite often by Reyum. Eventually the need for it lessened, it was rarely discussed, and Reyum was free to come straight her bedroom door. After dinner, Reyum did just that. \n\nThere was a low fire in the hearth, and Juliana was sitting by it in a chair her head tilted to the side as she slept. He came around to kneel in front of her, and slid his hands very slowly from her ankles to her thighs. She smiled without opening her eyes, \"I should have you killed for your tardiness.\" He raised her dress a bit to kiss her knee then looked up at her, \"Do it.\" She opened her eyes looking down at him then brought her hand to the side of his face, \"Tomorrow.\" He nodded, \"Display my head on a spike at the gates for the guests to see as they leave.\" She shook her head, \"I prefer that they focus on the flowers.\" He kissed her thigh, \"There are enough flowers for them to remember in the gardens.\" She bit her lip, \"Yes, but there's only one Reyum. I'll have your head mounted over the fireplace in the dining hall.\" He laughed, \"Appetizing.\"\n\nThe two of them gazed at each other for a few seconds before she came off her seat to kiss him."
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"author": "paramnesiagirl",
"message": "Apollo, a pier in Araedia\n\n\n\"Stale? That's a little harsh, that bar is one of the more cheery ones. And besides, how can it ever be stale with my company?\" Apollo slings his backpack onto his shoulder once more after quickly stowing away his goods with fast and skilled hands, \"By the way, hear anything interesting in this town? I heard that there were a stribg of disappearances recently but that's about it.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nSlums of Erilla, Araedia\n\nJesper stared out stone faced at the shitbloods, their screams barely registering in his mind. His sword was held loosely in his right hand, Pontus twitching under him. The griffin worked wonders in situations like this, reminding shitbloods that they couldn't escape from him, no matter what they tried.\n\nThe soldiers that had been mobilized for this all fought mercilessly, shitbloods falling to their assorted weapons rapidly. They had received notices of a small uprising occurring, so Jesper sought out to silence it quickly, and he was happy he did. The amount of shitbloods gathered here was astonishing.\n\nNot enough to challenge trained soldiers, but enough to gain a foothold in the slums, and begin to rally them.\n\nHis men quickly and brutally cut them down, blood flying everywhere and painting the streets. But Jesper never got involved, just stared out at them with boredom etched behind his eyes, their screams of anger and cries for mercy falling on deaf ears.\n\nOne man had broken past the guards, blood pouring from wounds all along his body, a crazed look in his eyes. He rushed Jesper, a broken dagger held tight in his right hand, his left dangling limply behind him. Soldiers around Jesper tensed, but the man stopped them by idly smacking the flat of his blade on the saddle's stirrup, the metals ringing out.\n\nPontus struck when the man was close enough, her beak digging deeply into his right arm. The dagger fell, the already broken blade chipping more from the harsh collision with the ground. As the man began to yell out in pain, Jesper had silenced him by ramming his sword through his throat, the man choking on his blood as he stared at Jesper.\n\nThe rest of the rioting shitbloods had begun to settle when they saw the man rush Jesper, but the way he was brutally struck down had silenced them all. The soldiers who had been attacking them stopped as they saw Jesper kill the man, all their eyes turned towards their Head Knight. Jespers eyes glared out at all those who were watching him, icily taking in all the frozen bodies watching him.\n\n\"Fucking kill them already.\" He called out, ripping the blade from the shitbloods throat.\n\nThe soldiers screamed in agreement, renewing their attacks on the remaining shitbloods. The streets began to run with more blood, none of the insurgents being spared, even those who laid down their weapons and surrendered were brutally murdered.\n\nJesper called to his men to dispose of the bodies, turning Pontus to head back towards the castle. The griffin followed the man's command, running a bit before taking off, powerful wings lifting them up into the air, wind whipping by Jespers face as they made their way to the stable where Pontus rested.\n\n_____________\n\nJesper Kyr\nJesper's Office, Araedia\n\nJesper's face rested in his hands, dead eyes resting on the papers in front of him. The words were there, but the man didn't register them, instead he chose to look up at Jamesly, the man having slipped into the office when Jesper returned all those hours ago.\n\n\"Jamesly.\" Jesper began, taking a small breath. \"Can you-\"\n\n\"It'll be done.\" Was all Jamesly said, cutting Jesper off. \"I'll have it finished by the end of the hour.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Jesper mumbled, eyes coming to rest back on the paper in front of him.\n\nJamesly left quietly after that, not wanting to bother Jesper anymore. Jesper was glad for the man's aid, and despite how their relationship may appear, the two were close friends. He knew better then anyone else how much Jesper was beating himself up about the event earlier in the day.\n\nJamesly was good with moving through Erilla quietly, despite his reputation as a close friend of the Head Knight, which made him the perfect person for bringing the food and medicine that Jesper discretely sent down, a paltry attempt at making up for the atrocities he commits.\n\nJesper took a deep breath as he moved to look out a window in his office, eyes locking onto the moon above him. He spent some time looking out at the moon, before he began to head for Pontus's stable, knowing that spending the night near the griffin would help with calming him down, and forgetting about the massacre from earlier."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Reyum Welles \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nThe council room at High Bloom was a mystery to many people. Not everyone was even privy to the location of the room. It was a safe haven. If the palace was ever attacked, the council members could take shelter in the council room until they could be safely located elsewhere. \n\nThe council room was large and comfortable, darkwood tables and chairs lined with plush white fur and leather. There were several fireplaces, an open one in the center of the room, several stone hearths along the walls, candles hung overheard, from sconces on the walls, and a large candelabrum down the center of the grand table that comfortably sat 12 council members and the Queen at the head of the table. There were no windows in the room, light had to be manufactured. \n\nFor a while, Reyum obsessed every night about those 12 chairs. He wanted to know what they felt like, if they were comfortable, what it felt like sitting in them, how he'd feel sitting in one of them. However, his first two years at court were spent looking at them for less than 60 seconds from the other side of the door. The door itself was a creation to behold. It was decorative with carvings of nature and a stained glass messenger window with iron bars crossing in front only big enough to slip a piece of paper through. It was also studded with large steel rivets and a larger bolt that made getting into that room uninvited very difficult, if not impossible.\n\nReyum eventually found out what it was like to sit in those chairs. He originally sat at the very end, only speaking when something of the newer members of court were mentioned. He was in charge of keeping the courtiers happy, safe. A good job, but it did not satisfy him at all. He didn't attend every meeting, and he spent most of his time listening to gossiping first years when he really wanted to be in the thick of the council. \n\nNow, he sat at the council table only a chair away from the Queen. When he spoke, something he did at every meeting no matter what, people listened. He'd made decisions, and even though the beautiful chairs were not nearly as comfortable as they seemed... They were still every bit as coveted to Reyum.\n\nHe was always the first person in the room, and as he read over the events of the raid Jesper led last night he rubbed his chin in deep thought. It wasn't certainly not the first attack of its kind. Unrest within Araedia, especially with the shitbloods, had been an issue for some time. It seemed like the shitbloods were growing more hostile though as attacks were becoming more prevalent.\n\nReyum sighed, letting the paper fall against the table among the stack of other papers he'd read. They wouldn't even discuss this at the council meeting today, and even though he did have a million solutions- he wouldn't say a word. They'd be discussing a land dispute between two greedy Provincials that was getting nastier by the hour. The shitbloods were dead, The Queen would consider that a warning to them and the problem resolved."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJesper entered the council room quietly, eyes moving over to Reyum. He nodded softly in greeting, biting back a yawn as he moved to his seat, rubbing a hand across his eyes. He looked like shit, and he knew it. He had stayed in Pontus's stable all night, and had spent most of the morning there as well, only leaving to quick wash himself for the meeting. The bags under his eyes felt heavy, but it was the thoughts of yesterday that still plagued him, and he tried to hide that as best as he could.\n\n\"How are you this morning, Reyum?\" He asked softly, turning to face the man. He was always the first one in the council room, and Jesper respected that. Meant they had less people to wait on, and could finish these meetings quicker."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Reyum Welles \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nReyum hadn't looked up when Jesper entered the room. He was deep in thought, a hand resting against his pin straight dark hair that was neatly cut and always perfect. He heard his boots across the floor, the chair creak lightly as he sat in it, but he was completely consumed by his own thoughts until Jesper actually spoke to him. He looked up, simply staring at the man for a moment before he leaned back in his chair. He relaxed in it, letting his hands freely fall over the arms of the chair. \n\n\"A great deal better than you by the look of it,\" He said as he pushed his chair out to stand up so he could get the man a drink. Jesper looked like the living dead to Reyum, but he couldn't imagine how it felt to come back and sit in the council room after actually experiencing what Reyum would only ever read about. He poured Jesper a glass of wine then slid it across the table to him. \n\n\"I would offer you something stronger, but that's all there is.\" He knew better than to ask about what he went through last night, the report painted enough of a picture. \"There was a time when Erba always had dark rum. My Mother loved it, Father never had a taste for it.\" He couldn't help but laugh shortly remembering the first time he and Brandon decided to drink their fill of it, and both of them ended up falling asleep outside and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. It was good small talk, but he kept the story to himself. \n\n\"I've lost hope for bringing rum to High Bloom anytime soon,\" He said as he pointed at the report... \"However if another one of these comes in, I will personally brave the docks and get you rum.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJesper just hummed softly in response to what Reyum had been saying, idly paying attention as the man slid the wine to him, stopping the glass with one hand, the other coming up to rub at his eyes again. \"Well, if you ever do manage to get some darker rum in here again, let me know. Nights like last require them.\"\n\nHe laughed a bit as Reyum mentioned heading down to the docks, shaking his head softly. \"I hope news like this will never come in again, so that you won't have to. Also hope that my name won't be attached at the head of that news.\"\n\nJesper would typically check to make sure that there were no one listening in on them, but the two of the had more then enough time for now, none of the other members of the council would arrive for some time. \"Although, if I'm to be honest with you, that whole thing last night felt odd. The insurgents had too much help for being only a few days old, and while they weren't armed with anything that could scare me or my men, they were better equipped then they had any right to be.\" He shook his head a bit, thinking of how some of the had swords that were well maintained, or even some that had leather tunics or some chainmail. \"I have some ideas, but they're, well, out there.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Reyum Welles \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nThere were very few places in High Bloom Reyum would speak freely in, the council room was one of those places. Reyum couldn't react much when Jesper said he hoped news like that would never come again. He was too much of a realist to agree. He half smiled at Jesper, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. He was wondering if there was more for a moment, but there was a pause. Reyum tapped on the arm of the chair then raised his eyebrows at the word 'Although'... \n\n\"Odd? In what way?\" He nodded along listening to how the insurgents were too well prepared to have assembled in such a short amount of time. Reyum wrinkled his brow a bit, \"That is odd, considering those people can't afford to buy their own grain.\" His tone was a bit more hostile than he intended, clearly irritated by that, but he didn't try to back down. Reyum tilted his head to the side, \"This conversation will remain private, and I've heard some... Out there theories. Nothing you say can shock me. What are your ideas?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\n\"Well,\" Jesper started, taking a deep breath in. \"What if another country wanted to do something to us?\"\n\n\"I don't know which, but I have some guesses.\" Jesper shook his head. \"Astoria and Vincentian are two of the top in my mind.\" He rested his hand on his brow, a yawn escaping him. \"I don't know how much you've heard in regards to this, but it wasn't from me.\"\n\n\"The death of Mikhail Durkhan was planned by us. We had a private deal with Amalthea Vincent, and she followed through.\" Jesper removed his hand from his brow, and rested it on the table. \"But then we got word he had been brought back, and that Amalthea had gone missing. Which leads me to believe that either Astoria has heard of us wanting him dead and that they want some form of revenge, or that Vincentian found out about our deal with Amalthea, so now they think we have a hand in her disappearance.\" Jesper took a sip of the wine, the liquid burning as it went down his throat. \"What do you think the chances of either of those are?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Reyum Welles \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\n\"Another kingdom wanting to do us harm is not such an out there theory,\" He said with a chortle when Jesper first begun speaking. He listened after that, gaining some knowledge he had not known for certain previously. The fact that he didn't have conformation of that did not show on his face, he nodded along as if it was something he already knew. What he was told was the prefect recipe for Astoria so start meddling with Araedian shitbloods, stirring up grand designs of revolution. The unrest, the growing tension, the movement among the shitbloods... That seemed like a logical leap to make. \n\nReyum looked over at Jesper, \"Certainly not the wildest idea I've heard in this room. It produces quite a few questions though. Who could have told the Astorians about our part in Mikhail's death? Why did we have an interest in Mikhail? Do we have an informant inside our walls or is Amalthea just talking while she's captured? Who actually does have Amalthea?... You've seen how paranoid Her Majesty is. If she follows down even one of those lines of inquiry we will have a much bigger mess behind these walls than either of us are prepared to deal with, especially if it's true and there are outside forces working in our Kingdom undetected.\" \n\nHe sat forward in his seat a little and lowered his voice, \"I would never advise you to conceal things from The Queen, but perhaps... Just this once... See where this leads first before you involve her.\" He'd sit back in his chair, \"It is not quite as out there as I'd hoped, but it is still rather a reach... No?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJesper almost laughed at how Reyum said he'd never advise to hide something from the Queen, thinking about how much he's already hidden from her. He shook his head softly though, a large sigh escaping him. \"I don't have any of the answers to those, so you're correct, we should get this followed up on, before we decide on anything.\" \n\nHe looked at Reyum, a grimace on his face. \"I take it you'll be of assistance with trying to find some answers?\" Another sip of the glass followed, along with a smaller sigh. \"Cause to be honest, I don't know what all I'll be able to do, to find answers.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Reyum Welles \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nHe nodded when he said he was correct, \"Good. You've saved me a trip to the docks for rum of my own.\" He laughed then looked back to the documents in front of him, knowing this conversation was most likely far from over. When Jesper asked if he would be of assistance Reyum hesitated to answer. He sat back in the chair, looking across at the fire. \"It puts me in a strange position of working behind Queen Juliana's back, but to protect the best interest of Araedia...\" He exhaled a slow breath before cutting his eyes over to Jesper.\n\n\"I do believe this is a theory worth exploring, and I do wish to help. However, in an unofficial capacity. I can make inquires, but beyond that I am not entirely sure I can be of service either.\" He smirked, \"I'll see what I can do.\" \n\nA few seconds later the door opened for another member of the council, turning the room from friendly and secure to compromised. \n\nReyum stood to greet the other man with a polite handshake as they talked about his new grandchild."
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"author": "r0z3y",
"message": "Victoria Von Salza.\nGardiner Estate, Mahonia, Araedia.\n\nShe had waited a couple of days by now. The estate staff inviting her in once they could verify her cause, of course only just inside the gates. She took her time studying the architecture of the main estate building, the attached buildings as well. All very well thought out should you host a gala every fortnight.\nThe head of staff had just informed her that the duke and duchess would be arriving the following day. \n\n\"The Duke has been attempting to requisition more staff to help deal with the recent shortcomings of our security. I personally am glad to hear the Von Salza name is not dead and dust.\" The head of staff told her, after notifying her of the returning Duke and Duchess. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he only seemed to have words of comfort. \"I had known your father when he was but a squire...\" The man seemed young, but Victoria simply took his words at face value, she could never know if this man was a genuinely good person or just a talkative worm. The former though did seem likely. \"...I did not know him long. But if he is, was, the man that I knew when I but boy; Then I have higher hopes for you than my own son!\" He joked, letting out a boisterous bout of laughter. She cracked a smile, not much of one but the best she could do. \"Thank you, most would spit on the dirt I stand on before thinking of saying the name. Let alone respect it.\" She replied looking down at her armor and the hilt of her sword. \"I've worked for years to equip myself, I'll work for decades to bring honor back to my name.\" Victoria said with a sense of pride in her words. He nodded to her, returning the smile before returning to his work on the estate."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Evelyn Welles\nPrincess Rhaenys \nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla.\n\nWithin a few weeks, Evelyn understood how Queen Juliana operated. Evelyn's job was more or less to keep the Queen company throughout the day, make sure The Queen knew where she was expected, make sure The Queen didn't miss any important meetings, and make sure the Queen was served her favorite wine with her midday meal and a thousand other things to ensure Queen Juliana's comfort throughout the day. It was relentless for most of the day, as was Juliana. Evelyn had never once heard the words 'Thank you...' or even 'Hello...'\n\nBreaks in the schedule meant that both the women went their separate ways. It was never for more than a few hours on a good day, but Evelyn cherished every single second of her time away from Juliana. She went for walks in the garden more often than not because among the many things she hated about court, always being within the solid walls of High Bloom was chief among them, especially because the gardens were so beautiful. In Erba she spent a great deal of time outdoors, usually reading, but sometimes just for the exercise. She felt trapped there for so long, but ever since she stepped foot in Erilla, all she wanted to do was go home. \n\nIt was raining when Juliana went off to a meeting Evelyn could not sit in, so Evelyn kept inside High Bloom. She wandered the halls, taking everything in, enjoying the sound of the rain. It was the only sound to be heard when she ventured away from the heavily occupied areas to the family rooms. The halls were empty until Hedi came practically sprinting with a cup of tea and a sliver of cake. She stopped when she saw Evelyn.\n\n\"Heidi... Who is that for?\"\n\"Princess Rhaenys, Ma'am.\"\nEvelyn smiled, \"Oh! Is she having tea with Queen Juliana?\"\n\"No, Ma'am.\"\n\"Oh...\" Evelyn looked at the solitary tea cup on the tray. \"Would it be too much trouble for an additional cup of tea?\"\n\"No, Ma'am... But..\"\n\"Splendid! We will take the Princess her tea together, and you'll bring another cup for me.\" \n\"But...\"\n\"Come along, Heidi. Her tea will get cold.\"\n\nEvelyn led the way even though she wasn't entirely sure where she was going. It was obvious once she stood in front of an intricately carved door with two guards out front. Heidi stepped in front of Evelyn, the guards allowed her in. Evelyn stood there for a second then tried to walk in, but she was met with a door closed in her face. Evelyn wrinkled her brow, \"My name is Provincial Evelyn Welles. I am here for tea with the Princess. As an esteemed member of the court, Queen Juliana's rosebud no less, I trust this interaction will be pleasant the next time I take a step forward.\" She looked between the two guards. \n\nRhaenys sat at her table by the window as Heidi prepared her tea. Heidi straightened up when Evelyn came in the room, \"Shall I fetch your tea now, M'lady?\" Evelyn nodded, \"Please.\" She came over to take a seat on the windowsill since there was no other seat at Rhaenys' table. When Evelyn sat down, the Princess was already three forks into her cake. She hadn't so much as looked up at Evelyn. She ate in silence until Heidi brought back Evelyn's tea. Heidi stood by the table, but didn't hover.\n\nEvelyn took a sip of her tea then looked out the window. \"You have a lovey view, Your Highness.\" Rhaenys looked up from her cake, \"I like to paint it.\" Evelyn smiled, \"I'd love to see your art.\" Rhaenys stared at her for a second then went back to her cake. \n\n\"I painted the view from my windows at home before I came here.\"\n\"Because you would miss it?\"\n\"What a very clever girl, but no. At the time I was more concerned with forgetting it.\"\n\"But, you've found you do miss it?\" Rhaenys asked tilting her head up a bit. \nEvelyn nodded, \"More than I ever thought possible.\"\nRhaenys took an audible sip of tea.\n\"But, now that I have a friend that might change.\" \nRhaenys smiled, \"But... You won't be allowed to be my friend.\"\n\"Nonsense.\"\n\"It's not!\"\n\"I'm here now, aren't I?\"\nRhaenys crossed her arms in a huff. \n\"If you're going to behave like that, I won't be back.\"\nRhaenys raised her eyebrow at Evelyn then uncrossed her arms. \nEvelyn smiled then sat down her tea cup, \"Now... Would you like to show me your drawings?\"\n\nEvelyn stayed with Rhaenys for about 20 minutes before she had to leave her to get back to Queen Juliana. They covered a lot of ground in that 20 minutes, they got on a first name basis and Rhaenys showed her all the works of art in her closet. \n\n\"Will you come back tomorrow, Evelyn?\"\nEvelyn nodded, \"Perhaps not for tea, but before you sleep I shall be here.\"\n\"Will you bring me something?\"\n\"What would you like?\"\n\"One of the blue flowers from the garden. The ones near the gate on the eastern side.\"\nEvelyn laughed shortly, \"You would not like to pick your own?\"\nRhaenys shook her head, \"I cannot.\"\nEvelyn's lips turn down slightly. She gently tucked a stray curl from Rhaenys' braid behind her ear, \"I will bring you a dozen of them and various vases to paint them in.\"\n\n____\nThe next afternoon Evelyn walked in the gardens with a flower basket that she borrowed from Heidi. Provincials did not typically pick their own flowers at High Bloom, although, Evelyn picked flowers everyday in Erba. Evelyn lifted her dress slightly to walk through the flower beds without destroying her hemline. However, after she'd pick Rhaenys' flowers, she couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of the grass, the sweet smell, the bees, and the sun. \n\nIt was her first bit of bliss at High Bloom, but it was cut short. \n\n\"Gods, Evelyn. What are you doing?\" It was another petal, Elisabet Declaire. Evelyn smiled, \"Assembling a vase for my bedside table. Would you like to join me? You can have one of my gloves!\" Evelyn pulled the glove off her hand, dangling it for Elisabet to take. \n\n Elisabet laughed shortly shaking her head, \"I dare say I would not. You'll never be able to get the mud out your skirt. I thought you'd taken a tumble. I haven't sat in dirt since I was a child.\" Evelyn blushed a little, \"I have many other skirts.\" Elisabet narrowed her eye, \"Enjoy... Whatever it is you're doing.\" Evelyn sighed then turned away as Elisabet left. She threw the glove hard against the dirt then picked it up to throw it down again. She was going for a third when she saw a figure out the corner of her eye, and she looked up to see Demetrius. \n\nShe froze for a second. The glove tumbled out of her hand by itself. What must he have thought? *Evelyn Welles is a complete lunatic*....Of course. She couldn't give him the satisfaction, \"There was a bee.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Demetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Palace, Araedia**\n\nHe'd seen his fair share of strange and wild things in his lifetime. He'd once met a man who was blind as a bat, but could work his way through a battlefield with the sound of his fellow man's hearts keeping him in step. Once, he'd come across a mutt in the market streets who seemed to have learned how to trade coin for meats, and would bite at the trousers of strangers who passed to rip coins from their pockets. \n\nThe world was a wonderful and terrifying place, and he'd not claim to have seen all of it, but with every new strange sight, it grew somehow a little bigger and a little smaller at the same time. As if expanding his worldview somehow make him relate more to his fellow man.\n\nBut seeing Evelyn Welles standing in the middle of the flower beds in Queen Juliana's gardens, feverishly throwing her glove down into the dirt only to pluck it back up and repeat the process once more had him, admittedly, stopping to stare. When she noticed him, she froze, half bent over with the glove in her hand, and their eyes met for a moment before the glove hit the dirt once more with an awkward thud. \n\nHer words didn't dispel his confusion, and instead, his eyes moved from hers skyward, taking a brief survey. \"I just thought you were taking the position of 'Rosebud' a little too literal.\" He mused, not seeing any bee in the sky nor flowers around her skirt. \"Shall... I leave you to your bee keeping?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Evelyn Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nShe chuckled at his joke and nearly made one of her own about preferring that sort of position to the one she currently held with Queen Juliana, but she couldn't get Reyum's voice out of her head. She'd gone through too much not to survive the year, and she wouldn't be undone by Demetrius Verton or Elisabet Declaire. She pulled off the other glove then gently laid them both in the flower basket as she stood. She wasn't entirely sure how anyone higher up would feel about her touching the flowers, but she preferred to explain rather then take caution for the simple favor the Princess asked of her. \n\nDemetrius asked if he should leave her to her bee keeping, that pulled another chuckle from her. \"For what it's worth, I do not believe bee keepers often kill their bees... If bee keeping is the official rumor that will be spread, I'd at least like to be a good one. I'll accept taking a tumble over my skirt, but if you mention bees in court I will call you a vicious liar.\" She wrinkled her nose playfully at him before she looked down at her skirt and Elisabet was right. The fine delicate silk of the outer skirt she was wearing was probably done for. She still did her best to brush the dirt from the soft blue fabric, but that did not make it better. \n\nShe sighed before she picked up the basket to walk back towards High Bloom."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nDemetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla**\n\nThe man lifted his chin in agreement, a soft 'ah' coming with the motion. \"I believe you're correct about that, a little fruitless to kill the workers before you've enjoyed the fruits of their labor.\" He agreed, and pressed his hands firmly into the pockets of the trousers he wore. He'd come from the guest house, not having been offered an actual room in the Palace itself. His invitation to the welcoming of the new members of the court didn't include much, but he didn't think it was out of disrespect but just... Indifference. \n\nHis father had been in good graces with the Queen and her Knights. Demetrius wasn't well known among the ranks, and had only really just begun to make an impression on the _men_ of the court. Reyum Welles was a powerful friend to have, but he wasn't one to abuse that for the sake of what, a room with a view? Demetrius wouldn't be in High Bloom much longer anyway, it felt silly to want for more.\n\n\"You'd be the first person in my life to call me a liar,\" He informed her, and took a step forward, his fingers grazing the weave of the baskets handle to take it from her, his other hand taking it's place before her to offer his assistance in helping her out of the flowers. \n\n\"So instead of starting rumors about each other, why don't you tell me what really put you among the blooms and had you ruffled enough to soil your silk gloves?\""
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"message": "Evelyn Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\n\"Exactly,\" She replied with a smile. She'd only met Demetrius at the ball, but she did see him around High Bloom at various other everyday events like meals and walks through the gardens. He seemed quiet, and he was often talked about by the other petals. She wasn't interested in being a part of the swarm, even if she wasn't entirely sure he even knew how many were swarming. She shrugged when he said she'd be the first to call him a liar, \"At least to your face.\" She allowed him to take the basket, and she hesitated for a second before taking his hand. \n\nShe stepped over the flowers onto the stone path before she let go of his hand. \"Thank you,\" She said attempting to take the basket back. He offered her a deal though, no rumors for the truth about why she was in the dirt. She laughed, \"The gloves are not silk.\" She bit the corner of her lip for a second, considering a brief alliance. \"Truthfully,\" She said as she turned towards High Bloom. \"I just wanted to pick my own flowers. As strange as it seems to everyone here, I quite like it.\" She turned to look over at him for his reaction, \"It's not a bad way to waste some time. I suppose a simpler dress would make the task less ridiculous, but I am limited on time and I have an absurd amount of silk in my wardrobe here.\" She walked for a few paces before she asked, \"Stranger than bee keeping?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Demetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla**\n\nThe man pressed his lips together in a 'not at all' manner, releasing her hand a millisecond before she went to make the same motion. He returned her basket to her, seeing as it had been the whole purpose of the ordeal. \"I don't think it's strange to want to do things for yourself. Or, to know what you want and not wait on others to figure it out on your behalf.\" He amended. \n\n\"And yes, I would assume a simpler dress would have been more ideal, but who is a man to judge?\" He knew nothing of silks and skirts, and how long it took to layer each or to change into a different kind. Or if it even mattered at the end of the day, his clothing tended to stick to simply fabrics and leathers, what was required in their care was unknown to him completely. Thinking on it, the only silk he owned was a handkerchief that once belonged to his mother."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Evelyn Welles\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nShe smiled at his speech and the amendment, \"How refreshing.\" She swung the basket back an forth slightly as she walked, but not enough to even move the flowers around. \"Although, I believe this will be my last attempt at independence in regards to flowers. There are many things I can pick a battle over, flowers shall not be one of them. I hope you've painted a picture to last a lifetime.\" \n\nShe laughed when he mentioned her dress, \"You don't have to be anyone to judge someone in Erilla. Haven't you been here before?\" \n\nThey were nearing the back of the palace, and Evelyn didn't want to stank around in a filthy skirt so she was going to sprint to her room as soon as they cleared the doorway. \"Do you take a walk in the gardens often?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nDemetrius Verton\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla**\n\n\"I have, Rosebud.\" He confirmed, and paused as they reached the end of the garden path. There were two options, to go into the Palace or move around the edge of the palace and onto the other paths through the gardens. Once she'd disappeared into the palace, he intended to turn back and return to the guest house for the rest of the evening. \n\n\"No, I'm not a member of the court, and my invitation is almost expired to stay in High Bloom. I don't intend to ask for an extension either, I've enjoyed seeing Reyum and the others, but we all have business to attend to.\" He clasped his hands behind his back, letting his gaze linger on the hem of her skirt, muddied a bit but not the worse he'd ever seen. \"I'll return to training by the end of the week, but Miss Declaire requested I join her,\" Demetrius paused, looking back towards where they'd just come from. \"Though, it appears she forgot about her request.\" And for that, he was thankful. Reyum had mentioned him leaving an impression, and he'd been dreading their afternoon encounter in case he found out Elisabet was among those affected."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\n\nOff the coast of Erba, on the Leviathan Jetty.\n\n \"Fuck vhis place.\" The Pirate King had been jumpier since the fleet disembarked from Tonate Proper a few days prior. He had managed to coop himself up inside the captain's quarters for the first few day of the trip. Eventually, however, the Pirate King came on deck, taking on the mantle for every job from quartermaster to sous chef. Everything was going to be done to his specific instructions, because as he put it, this was going to be one of the best shows they ever put on. \n\n\"Wiff tha Araedians,\" The Pirate King spoke, \"Everyfing is a fucking performance. If vhey want us to be vheir Noble Savage, we will be vheir noble savages, do you understand me?!\" He was caught pacing the top decks, pointing wildly and stopping the common sailors to speak to them on their behavior in Erba. \"You do not _speak_ to vhese cunts unless you are spoken to. Go onto the shores, drink vheir ale, fuck vheir 'ores, live on vheir docks, but _never_ disrespect vhem. Erba, if all fings work out, will be one uff our new 'omes. Right under tha fat nose uff tha murderous Juliana de Barbaric. It will be a show she will never forget. Tha moment 'er pure lands were sullied by the arrival of a new, _empowered_ Shitblood. We scare vhem, we live under tha Black Poppy, boys. We're a new breed. Let vhem rely on us. Vhey fink we're 'ere to till tha fields.\" It inspired a good amount of cheers from the men on deck of the Leviathan.\n\nThe Leviathans were also a new breed. It was the first time a ship of it's kind had left the Isles. Three rows of ballistas poked from the sides with another row on the top deck, complete with sea fire siphons concealed towards the back. Three masts of black flags, all sporting the large teal poppy flower. The wood was similarly painted black, with long yellow stripes across the side. Rumors told that the larger ballistas, near the top of the ship, sported large chains that could pull in fleeing ships for boarding. It was absolutely monstrous, a testament to the power that was quickly amassing in the archipelago. \n\nIt would roll up to the Araedian cost the moment the sun fell under the horizon. To the relatively sleepy port of Erba, things appeared to be shutting down to the night, but the Pirate King could see the lights on the dock being relit as the Leviathan Jetty entered into their waters. He let out a soft chuckle, removing the spyglass from his hip and extending it towards the shore. \"Fuckin' 'ell. Vhey won't know what to do wiff vhemselves.\" He hung back on the rigging, shouting to the men lined along the upper deck. \"SOUND THA DRUMS, VHEN!\" \n\nWithout warning, one hundred snare drums erupted across the decks of the three ships that were sailing into harbor. It was typical of the Southern Isles, when arriving at a foreign port, for patriarch of that clan to sound off before arriving. This particular beat was that of the Maith Clan, and signified a peace treaty. To the people on the shoreline, though, it sounded like thunder.\n\nDimitri Novikov stood behind The Pirate King, maintaining a surprising amount of balance on such rough waves. \"Don't you think this is a—\" The Advisor pursed his lips and spoke in a deadpan tone, \"A little _much_ for Juliana to handle? What about subtlety?\" \n\n\n\"When it comes to Juliana De Barbaric—\" The prow of the ship rose against the white spray of the tossing waves, and his grip around the rigging tightened, \"Fuck subtlety.\""
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"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nMeros Castle, Erba. \n\nBrandon, Tresten, and Leon sat by the fire in the front drawing room. Tresten seemed to nod off whenever he sat anywhere remotely comfortable for 5 minutes, Leon was constantly reading, and Brandon... Well, it was a miracle he was actually having a seat. He hadn't ventured into self pity, but a few more ales and he'd be at its door. They exhausted all their rum from the Isles, there was absolutely no word from Bradai for weeks, and he was beginning to feel like he was tasked with delivering his own murder weapon again. He scratched the spot where Dimitri shot him the first time, and it made him laugh. \n\nLeon looked up from over the pages of his book, \"What?\"\nBrandon shook his head, \"Nothing.\"\nLeon hummed, \"At least you're finding a way to entertain yourself while you're here.\"\n\nBrandon sat back in his seat and heavily landed his boot against the small table nearest his chair. There were glasses on it, they made a loud noise besides the thud that woke Tresten up just in time to see Brandon cross his leg over the other. Brandon put his hands behind his head, \"I keep telling you, Father. I'm not going anywhere.\"\n\nLeon laughed, \"You've said that, yes. Tell me, Bran. Is it all going according to plan? You've been here quite some time. Did this shipment of the holy grail arrive yet? Have I missed it?\" He closed his book to put his full attention on tormenting his son. \"You've been sitting around here making plans that will never come to fruition because you put your faith in people who would gladly skin you alive and wear you for an ounce of the things you possess. You're a fool, always have been. You won't last another week. Tell me you're not pondering how long has it been since you've given your whore a place to rest her head...\"\n\nBrandon sat motionless, staring at him. \n\nLeon nodded, \"Not to worry, My Boy. Those sorts are always resourceful. She has three other Brandon Welles on rotation.\" \n\nBrandon put his feet on the floor then leaned his elbows on his knees starting over at Leon, \"Someday, Father. Sooner than you think...\" He pointed over at him, \"You will become a loose end.\" He sat back, resting his hands on the arms of his chair. \"I will have a decision to make about ending your life, and everytime you open your fuckin' mouth... You tip the scales.\" \n\nLeon sat further on the edge of his seat to reply, but Tresten sat up too. Before Leon could get a word out Tresten said, \"Shut up..\" Leon raised his eyebrow, \"No *Shitblood* From the Southern Isles is going to-\" Tresten stood up abruptly to walk over to the windows, Leon flinched slightly and decided not to finish his sentence. Daylight was fading, the sky was a deep purple, and the lights at the port were just being lit. Brandon came over to the window to see what was happening as well.\n\n\"What the hell is that sound?\" Leon asked before he also ventured over to the window, forcing Brandon and Tresten out of the way. Brandon was happily shoved, the smile on his face indicated he didn't care one bit. Tresten smirked then smacked Bran on the shoulder, \"It's 'ere.\" He left the room immediately, headed straight to tell the crew to get their shit together because The Pirate King was arriving. \n\nLeon turned around to face Brandon after seeing the three massive ships coming into port. Leon's eyes were wide, lips tight, everything about him seething with anger. He grabbed Brandon by his shirt and threw him against the wall, \"What the hell have you done, you fucking imbecile!\" He slammed him against the wall again, \"If you think I'll save you from hanging this time, you're out of your mind. You've gone too far! This is treason! This is unforgivable! I should kill you myself, you fool!\" Brandon laughed, \"If you do not let go of me in the next 10 seconds, I will allow the man with the bow pointed directly at your neck to fire.\" Leon turned his head, and sure enough there was a member of Bran's crew with the shot lined up. He looked back to Brandon who smiled, \"Tick tock...\" Leon shoved Brandon again, but he released him afterwards. \n\nBrandon smoothed out his shirt, \"Keep him in here. If he tries to escape, kill him.\" He walked over towards the door, \"He's a prisoner in our house now, Lads.\" Bran stopped right before he walked out the room for good to look back at Leon, \"You have been for weeks.\"\n\n_________\n\nEven though Leon wasn't able to alert the Queen, a few of her men were at the port in Erba at all times. They sent a rider to High Bloom as soon as the drums were sounded and the flags were spotted. Another one soon followed to report a sighting of Provincial Brandon Welles arriving to greet The Pirate King, Bradai Maith."
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"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\n\nThe City of Erba\n\nThe moment the Pirate King's foot stepped on Araedian soil, he spit onto the gravel and pressed on it with the tip of his boot. He hated Araedia. He hated every aspect of this terrible place. The three Leviathans were quickly being docked, unloading copious amounts of supplies that would undoubtedly sail up the river Zacil and into Erillia. They had breathed new life into what was supposedly going to be yet another lazy night in Erba. \n\nA group of town guards had formed to receive them, although they didn't exactly seem like a welcoming party. Behind him, the sounds of cheering and music erupted on the decks of the ships. It was where the majority of the sailors were going to spend the next few weeks. The Kingsguard shifted around Bradai and Dimitri, keeping them guarded from any potential threats that might meet them minutes into their arrival. \n\n\"If vhat little Araedian fuck bailed on us, I'll 'ave 'is fucking neck.\" Bradai craned his neck above the shoulders of his personal guard, looking for anyone to break up what was quickly brewing into a small skirmish on the quay."
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"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nBentwater Port, Erba. \n\nBrandon waited on land for quite a while before Bradai stepped on Araedian ground. He watched the ships dock a little taken back by how big they were. In comparison, his ship was dwarfed. He couldn't imagine having to do battle with that thing. His ship was a simple tradesman ship, the leviathans were destroyers. It would be a lie to say that Brandon was fully prepared to deal with the fall out with his Father when he first arrived, but the weeks had proven to him that he absolutely made the right decision. Any hesitation he had was gone, so when Bradai actually came ashore, he was more than prepared to welcome him. \n\nThe music and party atmosphere coming from the ships was completely his element. He didn't consider his crew guards, but it was becoming more clear that they played that sort of role for Brandon. They traveled with him when he went to greet Bradai. Of course, they were tragically outnumbered. They fought and died together though, and Brandon was unarmed. Perhaps he was a fool as his father declared, but for the most part he trusted Bradai. \n\nHe walked up to the town guards, cutting through them, much to their confusion. They hadn't seen Brandon Welles in years, but were well aware that what the Provincial said at that moment would be crucial to their next actions. Bran's crew and the guards intertwined, and Brandon stood in front of them. He couldn't quite see Bradai clearly because of his wall of a guard, but he did his best to look around him. \"King Bradai Maith,\" He said with a straight face before he smirked... \"It's about fuckin' time.\" He turned around to the town's guards, \"Make a hole. The Pirate King is a most welcomed guest.\""
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"message": "Rhiander Alder, Thalia Alder, and Head Advisor Robin Swillwater\nBentwater Port, Erba\n\n\"Aye, cheer up, will ye? S'only da first day away, ye cahn't be _vhat_ 'omesick uhlready.\"\n\nThalia merely sighed in response to Robin's gruff form of being 'comforting,' leaning on the railing of the huge Leviathan that shuddered into place along the docks of this Araedian... Place. She scrunched her nose, looking down on the soil as if it were a pile of festering manure.\n\n\"Poor lit'l Mirajane.. Ta think I 'ad ta miss 'er betrothal ceremony ta come _'eeere_ of all places,\" Thalia murmured, standing herself up and untying her hair from its ponytail. Her trench coat flared out about her ankles, snug at her waist and jet black against her casual traveling clothes, a simple cream colored dress falling daintily above her jade riding pants and dark brown boots. Her formal attire was packed below, for the dinner that evening. For now, though, she shook out her hair, just in time for Rhiander to come running up the steps of the Leviathan, carrying a flute case in his hands.\n\nSeeing Thalia turn to face him, her released hair bounce along her shoulders, Rhiander nearly tripped over his own two feet. \n\nRobin rolled his eyes, folding his hands across his abdomen. His skin was always quite tan during these months, and he'd traded his usually scruffy beard for a well-trimmed hedge that seemed to almost swallow his face. His hair was braided back into a long tail, some streaks of gray showing through. He towered over both Thalia and Rhiander, having filled out his tall form after 15 years living a softer life in the Alder's Estate.\n\n\"I found it, Thalia! Yer flute! Was tucked away ba'ind ya, uh, clothing and such..\" Rhiander said, trailing off as he gingerly handed his half sister the polished case. He looked down at her, searching her eyes. They weren't entirely cheery, as usual. \"I know ya aren't quite happy, at the moment, what with having ta miss out on seein' Mirajane. The timing isn't the best, but servin' The Pirate King so directly is a reward all on its own, aye?\"\n\nThalia smiled at Rhiander, taking her flute from him and tucking it at her side. \"I 'spose yer right. It'll be exciting ta see how I can work my way in, here,\" The young woman said, looking over at the sprawling land of Araedia, her eyes glistening with thoughts of the possibilities. She missed Mirajane and Tobias dearly, but all of this would make up for it. She firmly believed in that, and would let that be her anchor.\n\n\"Let's be off, then,\" Thalia said, smiling and turning on her heel to walk toward the gangplank of the huge Leviathan. \n\n\nWhen she was out of earshot, Robin looked over at Rhiander, raising a brow. \n\n\"Ye didn't have _too_ much fun looking through her clothes, I hope.\"\n\n\n———————————————\n\n\nThe trio stride down the gangplank as a unit, some members of Tobias's hand-picked members of the Navy striding own with them. Rhiander led the group, sporting a long, black trench coat, embroidered with gold. His olive green scarf poked neatly out of his button-up shirt, his mustard yellow vest doing well to set off his eyes. He kept his stride cool and his gaze confident, able to spot The Pirate King right away. \n\nHis chest swelled with pride at being able to be in his presence, again. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it always had ended well for House Alder. And ultimately, for himself.\n\nThalia grinned as she observed everyone bustling about, still holding her flute close to her side, despite her attendant's request to carry it for her. She'd already lost the thing once, she wouldn't be content with that happening again.\n\nRobin merely grunted, looking around once their feet had touched Araedian soil. His gaze was mostly indifferent.\n\n\"Dimitri's here? Ah, he's ma fav'rite!\" Thalia whispered, practically squealing. \n\nShe swung her arms up to stretch, happy to be on land for once.\n\nRhiander chuckled, straightening his collar.\n\"Well come on then, we shan't miss introductions.\" The two left Robin to dispel those who'd traveled with them, ordering where their belongings were to go.\n\nMeanwhile, Rhiander and Thalia strode over to where the Pirate King and his Head Advisor stood, shielded by the Kingsguard.\n\n\"My liege,\" Rhainder said, giving a bow to the Pirate King, with Thalia following suit. \n\nThey had joined the trio of Leviathan's, but hadn't had the time to properly greet the Pirate King beforehand.\n\n\"Always a pleasure, Your Majesty. You as well, Novikov,\" Thalia said as she straightened herself, her smile still bright despite her doubts from before."
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"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith\n\nErba, Araedia.\n\n\"Yeah.\" The Pirate King pursed his lips and formed a half smile, pleased to see everything absolutely buzzing. The guards looked more then confused at the Pirate King being called a most welcomed guest. It wasn't normal for him to receive such a warm welcome party, especially in Araedia. \"Now, it's up to you, lad. I've brought your favher some ample gifts, and I'm willing to set up shop tonight. If we can meet wiff your favher, 'oo from what I 'ave been told still _owns_ vhis port, we can provide 'im wiff tha dowry for what will more vhen likely be a union between our two 'ouses. Entirely business oriented, I assure you.\" Despite everything, the festival music, the shouting of Islanders setting up rigging, the white hot tension between the town and kings guard, Bradai remained nearly stoic. The conversion was public, but it was only between two men. This changed the moment House Alder came onto the scene. They had been sailing with him the entire time on the Leviathan Quay, but had only just made contact now. \n\n\"Brandon Welles, vhese lovely individuals work for me. Vhey represent tha interests of 'ouse Alder, one of my most trusted vassal 'ouses. You will treat vhem wiff tha respect vhey deserve. And to you two—\" He turned to face Rhainder and Thalia, \"Vhis is Brandon. 'e's a good lad. Don't rough 'im up yet. 'e 'asn't earned tha privilege.\" \n\nTo Thalia, Dimitri Novikov supplicated a brief glance and a raised eyebrow. \"Evening, milady.\""
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"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nBentwater Port, Erba.\n\nBrandon was clearly torn between being a good host, and wanting to participate in the festival and the islander style partying happening on the decks of the three ships. The Araedian guards seemed to be settling down, despite their intense confusion. The more Brandon spoke to Bradai, the more clear it became that there was no threat. Their aggression melted away to confusion, possibly a little anger from the old dogs who grew up hating Islanders. \n\nBrandon smiled when the Pirate King said he'd brought gifts for his father, \"Yeah? How kind. After the evening he'd had, he'll be needing them. We'll talk more inside.\" When the Alders came to join in, of course he was kind. Brandon nodded politely to them when they were introduced, sort of. He laughed shortly, \"Aye... Respect. We're all friends here.\" He looked over to the Alders, \"Good to meet you, and if this is your first time in Araedia... Welcome to your worst fuckin' nightmare! You're all welcome to stay at Meros, even him.\" He said gesturing his head towards Dimitri, he was making a little joke about him shooting him. He hadn't seen him since then. \"I'd suggest we go now, but who can think of business and warm beds when there's Islander music and rum. There's also a festival of our own that will begin when the sun sets. Do any of you have a preference?\"\n\nRhiander Alder, Thalia Alder, and Head Advisor Robin Swillwater\nBentwater Port, Erba\n\nThalia closed her mouth, a pleased smile still playing on her lips given Dimitri's slight recognition of her. Though Rhiander would probably prefer she save face while they were greeting mainlanders, she had trouble hiding just how _interesting_ Dimitri was to look at. Even more importantly...\n\n_I wonder if he knows how Newry is doing._\n\n At this thought, her smile sobered a little bit, and she glanced over at Rhiander, as if wary he might somehow hear her thoughts.\n\nOne of the first rules him and Robin had instilled once they took over House Alder was to never mention Newry and her marriage to the Pirate King. Tobias had been rather opposed to the rule, but seeing as their mother was firm in supporting it as well, she'd never taken the time to question it. She'd trusted Rhiander rather easily from the beginning. Her mother, she naturally trusted even more. If she could just get the Novikov fellow alone...\n\nRhiander gave a short laugh, observing Brandon. _For an Araedian, he doesn't seem all that bad. We'll see how the night goes on._\n\n\"Friends might be a reachin' word, but it's good ta meet you anyways, Brandon,\" Rhiander said. \"Even still, you'd best watch out fer ma sister. She'll be dealin' most closely with ya.\"\n\nThalia snapped out of her daze, looking to Brandon and waving a hand, her cheeks rosy as she perked up her smile just enough to be present.\n\n\"Aye, ma crew _moight_ tell ye that I'm not all that scary, but.. You'll have to find it fer ya'self, yea?\" The young woman grabbed her flute in both hands, tilting her head just a tad. \"In the meantime, if it's a party yer askin for, s'pose I can spare ye for the night. Wouldn't want to scare ye off right away, would we?\"\n\nProvincial Brandon Welles\nBentwater Port, Erba.\n\nHe laughed when Rhiander gave him a hard time about being friends, but that was to be expected. He didn't know them yet, but it was pretty obvious that they were people he'd be working closely with. When he directed him to his sister Brandon gave her a quick nod and a smile when she waved. \"Looking forward to it,\" He said even though it wasn't made entirely clear what exactly he could expect. To him, it was all an adventure. He'd done more in the past month than he had over the past 5 years for Leon. \n\nHe shook his head when she said she wasn't all that scary, \"Time will tell, and I thank you for loosening the reins but if you're all ready to discuss business tonight, the festival lasts for a week. What will it be?\""
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"message": "The Pirate King Bradai Maith and Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nBentwater Port, Erba\n\nWhen the guard detail visibly relaxed, so did most of the Islanders. They, understandably, were trained for the allegiance of the Araedians to switch at any moment. Bradai remained on guard and kept mostly to himself, inspecting the area and intermittently removing a journal from his coat pocket to note his surroundings. \n\nDimitri, on the other hand, made it a personal note to wedge his way in between Rhiander and Brandon. \"We _will_ be discussing business tonight. I assume that your father will be more in the mood to discuss any future business with me. Islanders here are...\" He paused, \"Not as well liked as we could hope for. This festival hopes to change that. I have no issue discussing business with your father while the rest of you have a night on the town. _After_ dinner, of course. Oh and uh, Brandon?\"\n\nThe Head Advisor placed a gentle hand on the man's shoulder, tugging his ear towards his mouth with a deceptive amount of strength. His whisper was soft, borderline sultry: \"_It would be best if our own personal business wasn't mentioned around House Alder. They are—_\" He smiled, his glance briefly connecting with Rhiander's, \"_just as associated as you are. But House Maith prefers to keep these things separate. The Islanders are kinfolk. We are outsiders. You'd be smart to remember that. Now smile and laugh like I just told you a dirty joke._\" \n\nThe Head Advisor pulled away and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, letting out a soft chuckle."
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"message": "Rhiander Alder, Thalia Alder, and Head Advisor Robin Swillwater\nBentwater Port, Erba\n\nRobin sighed and wiped his brow, watching as the Leviathan was finally grounded along the docks. Their crew kept themselves as orderly as could be expected. Naturally, some of the gang members had disguised themselves as normal seafarers, always keeping a close eye on Rhiander, and by proxy, Thalia. _You can never be too safe,_ Robin thought as he nodded at them, before deciding it was alright for him to approach the half siblings.\n\n\"Everythin's secure on the ship. Your belongin's are en route to the estate,\" Robin said. He paused, taking a few moments to watch the Pirate King. Robin has always insisted that Rhiander, even when the young lord was, well, younger, deal directly with the Pirate King, even if it was truly Robin calling most of the shots. He preferred to remain in the background. It was safest there, after all, and the best place to orchestrate everyone else to do his dirty work, even if they didn't realize it. Such was the life of a gang leader.\n\nThe man settled his eyes back on Rhiander, lowering his voice.\n\n\"Don't get too comfortable. Our ways aren't taken too kindly, 'ere. The fairy boy the Pirate King keeps 'round helps 'im get by, but we don't 'ave that luxury. Even Thalia's charm can only go so far. Just do as he says, and enjoy yourself _with moderation._ Understand?\"\n\n\"Clear as day,\" Rhiander said, swallowing slightly. He smiled, a bit uncomfortably at Dmitri's glance and subsequent chuckle, immediately growing protective over Thalia. _What did he say? Is it about her?_\n\nMeanwhile, Thalia had begun taking a lay of the land, even now trying to envision the opium operation. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the shore, sighing. It wasn't anything like home, but it would have to do.\n\nProvincial Brandon Welles\nBentwater Port, Erba.\n\nBrandon stopped walking when Dimitri placed his hand on his shoulder. He leaned in to listen then smiled and laughed shortly, shaking his head like he'd just told him something delightfully disgusting. He whispered back to him, as if he had some sort of secret retort, \"I won't be telling tales of dead men to your friends. Took care of it, if you were wondering.\" He winked then playfully tapped him on the shoulder. Before he turned back to the group, \"Seems like the general consensus is a meal before our debauchery!\" He looked over to a member of his crew, \"Run back and tell the cook about the change in dinner plans. Get him anything he needs.\"\n____________\n\nThe walk back to Erba was a smooth one for Brandon, but he was used to the hills and bridges. He tried to keep their pace, but ended up walking next to Tresten who couldn't stop smiling. Brandon looked over to him, \"What?\" He shook his head, \"Nuffin'...\" He was a huge supporter of Bradai Maith, and his story had long inspired him. He didn't get to say a word to the man, but the fact that he was helping to host him was enough to get a smile out of the usually stoic man.\n\nBrandon took them to the drawing room at Meros, leaving them sit for a few minutes while they were served Araedian wine. Brandon left for a moment to tell their crew which rooms to take their things up to. He couldn't bring himself to let anyone be in Reyum's or Evelyn's rooms. Meros was a very large house though, there was plenty of rooms for everyone to get their own room. When he finished directing their belongings, he headed towards the library where Leon was still waiting. He was a bottle of wine in when Brandon came through the door. He paused for a second, \"Well, at least I know where I get it from.\" Leon lowly growled, \"Piss off.\" Brandon rubbed the bridge of his nose, \"Come the drawing room. Leave the bottle.\" Leon slammed his glass on the table then stood up. He walked close to Brandon's face, but didn't say anything as he exited the room. Brandon followed behind him into the drawing room, and he nearly crashed into the back of his father when Leon stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of crew assembled inside."
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"message": "The Pirate King and Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nBentwater Port, Erba\n\nThe Pirate King briefly looked up from his quickly amassing list of notes to address Brandon, \"My men 'ave brought over more vhen enough imported food to frow a fuckin' feast. I will provide tonight. Tomorrow, providing tha meal will be on you. Prepare accordingly\" He glanced up at Brandon, then to his side, where Ollie was standing by. \"Go on vhen.\" Bradai motioned with his head, and Ollie began pushing through the crowd, signaling for the ships to be unloaded. Over the sides of the Leviathans, dozens of crates were being lowered onto carts that were being quickly constructed right on the harbor. Bradai promptly went back to taking notes. \n\nDimitri shot Brandon an almost knowing glance, \"_Our_ friends, Mister Welles.\" \n\n______________________\n\nThings were slightly different for everyone in Meros. Being on dry land, especially a nice estate, was always refreshing after being on the open ocean for a while. The Pirate King, typically striving to be the center of attention, made himself scarce. He took a seat in a couch towards the corner of the drawing room, spending most of his time chatting idly with the help. It was something he made a point of doing every time he came to an estate. Best he know the person that would poison his food. \n\nDimitri Novikov stood in the center of the room, actively waiting to receive Leon when he entered. The moment the lord of the house came into view, Dimitri stepped forwards, bowing his head in respect and holding out his hand. \"Provincial Welles, I presume?\" He spoke in a near perfect Feyorian accent. \"Dimitri Novikov. Should we speak in private?\""
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"message": "Provincial Leon Welles and Brandon Welles\nMeros Castle, Erba.\n\nLeon narrowed his eyes at Dimitri then begrudgingly hummed when Dimitri asked his name, a head nod followed... He was Provincial Welles. He looked over the man's shoulder, taking a quick survey of the room. From their chatter, he knew they were from the isles, and of course he'd seen the flags on the three massive ships pulling into his port. He glanced at The Pirate King, sitting in the corner of the room chatting up one of his staff. He hardly heard the offer of speaking in private, but he looked back to Dimitri... \"Alright.\" He turned to walk away, leading Dimitri back to the library, nearly knocking into Brandon who stepped out of the way. \n\nBrandon exhaled silently as the two of them walked away, regardless of how much shit he talked earlier he still found it difficult to walk into the drawing room as if nothing happened. He took a glass of wine, stood by the window looking at the fires growing on the shore as the festivities began. The Spring Festival in Araedia centered around fire- a celebration of the sun after the winter months. The sun brought flowers, grain, and fruit. The cuisine being eaten around the fire would include all three in interesting and delicious ways. The ships in the distance were just barely visible now, simply shadows on the horizon."
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"message": "Rhiander Alder, Thalia Alder, and Head Advisor Robin Swillwater\nMeros Castle\n\n\"Day dreamin'?\"\n\nThalia subtly brought herself into Brandon's view, looking up into his eyes as she leaned slightly against the tiny windowsill. She'd been advised to wear make up to cover up most of her freckles, but a few still poked through her foundation and blushed.\n\nWhen they arrived at Meros Castle, she had freshened up from the journey right away, changing into a long, navy blue dress with a high collar and long sleeves. An opening in the dress on her chest left room for a necklace pendant to touch her skin, nestled right above her breasts. \n\nShe was wearing one of her favorite scents, one that her father had always thought rather sweet, when he was still alive.\n\n\"I apologize if we all came off sort of gruff earlier. There's just a certain, ah, _type_ of partner The Southern Isles likes ta 'ave. Hopefully, you'll be one of 'em,\" Thalia said, her voice growing serious for the first time that night. \"Hopefully you're prepared to be, anyways.\"\n\nShe casually took a sip of her wine, glancing down for a moment.\n\n\nMeanwhile, Rhiander and Robin sat and had their fill of food and drink, the two of them similar in their ravenous eating habits. Rhiander kept a traveling eye on Thalia, seeing a few of his comrades doing the same.\n\n\"She'll be fine,\" Robin grunted, taking a long swig of wine. He sighed, wiping his mouth. The soft life did have its perks, the refined food and drink being one of them. Still, a part of him would never lose his detestation of these elaborate castles and displays of wealth.\nRhiander felt similarly.\n\nProvincial Brandon Welles\nMeros Castle, Erba.\n\nHe couldn't help but have a healthy curiosity about what Leon and Dimitri were discussing in private, but he had several thoughts occupying him from being the life of the party. He took comfort int he fact that it would change. Everything was just so tense right now, but of course it was. No one was entirely sure if he could be trusted, but trust had to be earned. He brought his wine to his lips just before Thalia seemed to appear from nowhere. He turned to look at her, and she looked completely different now. The dress, the jewelry. It transported him back to all the proper Ladies he once knew. He swallowed his wine in one big gulp. \n\n\"No,\" He said answering her question about him day dreaming. \"Thinking ahead, actually...\" He smirked then shook his head when she apologized, \"No need to apologize. Gruff is one of the few languages I actually understand, and that was mild. I wouldn't expect anything less when you're docking in a place not known to be friendly to its visitors... Especially unexpected ones from the Southern Isles.\" \n\nHe nodded when her tone shifted, then watched as her gaze turned downwards for a moment. \"I could promise you that I am prepared, that I am exactly the sort of partner that the Isles likes, and that everyone in the room will be singing our praises by next spring... That wouldn't actually satisfy you though, and you'd still look at me like I'm a Provincial from Araedia looking to have a little fun with the wild Islanders while I'm young.\" He'd laugh a little, \"All of that is my extended way of saying, I'm not going anywhere. I'll eventually prove myself to you.\" He tapped his glass against hers then drank from his looking at her from over the edge of his glass. \"Now for the important question,\" He leaned in a little to whisper. \"Who is taking bets about how long I'll last? I want in.\""
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"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Library, Erba\n\nDimitri had spent his entire life around insufferable people. It was practically his line of work. He felt bad for the _real_ dignitaries of House Maith. His heart went out to Sion Prosser. He was tasked with many of the same jobs, but without the guarantee that the person would live to see the next day. The power he wielded as one of the few made men, and the only foreign made man, in the Isles was staggering. The way that Leon would handle this meeting would determine the course of his future, and while for many it would lend itself to a sense of overblown importance and an imposing sense of bravado, Dimitri briefly felt a twinge of empathy for the Provincial. \n\nLeon Welles was trapped in his own home for disowning his own child, who came back to bite him in the ass when he made a deal with the exact person mothers and fathers told their highborn children to steer clear or. His entire world was being actively flipped upside down from the only angle he was never expecting any upheaval from. It was only until that these countless similarities began reminding the Head Advisor of his _own_ father that almost all empathy was lost. \n\n\"Provincial.\" The Head Advisor sat comfortably on a chaise lounge, scanning the room for alcohol. It was uncommon to have servants bring anyone anything in the Isles, and for as much as he appreciated his husband's affinity to empower his workers, he really did miss being served. \"How are you?\""
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"message": "Rhiander Alder, Thalia Alder, and Head Advisor Robin Swillwater\nMeros Castle\n\nThalia laughed despite her better judgement, her tone of voice not very clear in whether it was a laugh of camaraderie or one of mockery. Either way, she decisively set her wine glass down on the sill, looking up toward Brandon and planting her feet to maintain the respectful distance between them.\n\n\"Not much uhv ah gambler, Welles, I'm afraid. But if you would like a, say, _motivation_ to perform well, I may 'ave one,\" Thalia said. \"This operation uh mine is a family affair, so to speak.\"\n\nHer voice had considerably lowered now, and she allowed her smile to settle into an even line, her lips quaintly painted with red, but not emoting even an ounce of the playfulness one might expect from a color so bold. \n\n\"It is the fondest mem'ry I 'ave, of my father. Seeing him conduct this industry, roaming the fields with 'im... So, you see, I wouldn't take it loightly if this all fell through. I loved my father. Still love 'im,\" Thalia said. Her gaze had been thoughtful, for the most part. Until she hardened her expression and took one step closer to Brandon, bringing them incredibly close, just a breath away.\n\n\"You'd be wise to let this motivate ye. If ye manage to screw this up, to me, it will be like killing my father all over again. And I'd be afraid to imagine how I'd cope with going through that kind of pain, again. And, how I'd react to those who inflict it.\"\n\nShe reached for her glass again, taking the opportunity to step back. Her smile reappeared and she took a sip, her hair bouncing lightly at her swift return to her usual persona.\n\nRhiander Alder, Thalia Alder, and Head Advisor Robin Swillwater\nMeros Castle\n\nRobin sighed, finishing off a plate of hors d'oeuvres and looking over to Rhiander. The young lord was watching Thalia closely, seeming as if he would spring up if the young Alder woman closed he gap even more between herself and Brandon.\n\nRobin rolled his eyes. _Does the lad thing she's not capable of handling herself?_\n\nHe stood, catching Rhiander off guard and making the young lord look up at him.\n\n\"I'm taking a walk. You can keep an eye on the lass, but ye don't need to stare as if yer life depends on it. It may be good to mingle, yea?\" Robin said as he strode away, giving a stern look back to Rhiander.\n\nThough the large man had, objectively, given a suggestion, Rhiander knew it was anything but. In the wake of Robin's address, he stood and set to making small talk.\n\n—————————————————\n\n\"Seem to be enjoying yerself, Your Majesty,\" Robin said, pausing in front of where the Pirate King had found himself a comfortable place on a sofa. Close enough to keep an eye on the happenings in the room, but far enough to have his own solace. \"Stealing away from the madness, fer once?\"\n\nHis shoulder was turned just enough to the help to suggest an end to their previous conversation with Bradai. Robin kept his arms folded, looking down at the Pirate King and glancing at his cane. It wasn't often they had the chance to speak face to face, like this.\n\nProvincial Leon Welles\nMeros Library, Erba. \n\nLeon walked in the library ahead of Dimitri. He didn't bother taking a seat though. He went straight to the mini wall safe behind one of the dark wood shelves lining the eastern wall. He pushed the self in, brought out a bottle of aged brown liquor that he managed to keep hidden from both of his sons for what felt like an eternity. There were several glasses next to the amber glass bottle. Leon took out two, begrudgingly. He struggled with it for a moment, but after angering his son so much a little hospitality was probably a good idea. He looked over his shoulder when Dimitri addressed him as Provincial. He was sitting on the lounge chair near the fire, decked out in more jewelry than he'd ever seen any man wear before. Leon scoffed, \"You've taken my home, my son, and my seat. Let us at least be on a first name basis.\" \n\nHe walked back over, taking a seat on the sofa across from the lounge. He poured Dimitri's glass first then his own, and didn't hesitate on drinking it. After his wife was poisoned, he always went out of his way to show there was nothing ominous in his home. The question of how he was sat stale in the air between them. Leon didn't feel the need to answer it, and he wanted to just get it over with. \n\n\"What do you need from me?\" His tone was dry, very blunt, straight forward. \"I've no patience for civility towards Islanders tonight...\"\n\nProvincial Brandon Welles\nMeros Castle, Erba.\n\nTo Bran, a laugh was a laugh. He didn't read to deeply into it, and thought it was nice she was actually receptive to his jokes because they were constant. He sucked his teeth when she said she wasn't much of a gambler, \"No? That's too bad. How do you pass the time at sea? Cards are-\" He stopped talking when she continued on about providing him motivation to perform well. \"Have you?\" He smiled, \"I'll be glad to hear it.\" \n\nHe listened while she spoke, his blue eyes scanned her face when she said it was a family affair. He didn't know how to respond considering his family was an absolute disaster and had been for a while. They used to be close, all of them. The death of their Mother changed everything, she held the family together. Once she was gone, the balance was never the same. \n\nHe could only assume that her father was dead after she spoke of memories, and he wanted to say something comforting but she went all tight lipped and stepped into his personal space. His expression remained much the same, nearly neutral but his slightly furrowed brow and half smile indicated he was obviously taking everything she said in. He didn't back away or avert his eyes when she came close, he just kept eye contact until she stepped away. \n\nThere were very few things that made Brandon Welles relinquish a glass of alcohol before he finished it. He sat his wine down on the sill then leaned against it. She was smiling, hair bounding, and seeming back to normal after her cautionary advice. He simply stared at her for a few seconds before he said, \"Thalia...\" He smiled softly, \"I know you meant that as a threat, and message received...\" He leaned in a little closer, raised his eyebrows playfully. \"However, I'm especially pleased you went the route of trusting me with something personal. I'm even more pleased it had something to do with family.\"\n\nHe turned away from her to look out the window, \"You'll come to find out, because he makes it no secret, I've never made my Father proud. I have no interest in pleasing him now, and about an hour before you arrived he declared his desire to see me dead.\" He laughed shortly, \"In a twisted way, that was something of a compliment.\" He looked over at her, \"My point is, my Father's no motivation. Yours however... I will stop at nothing to make proud. If making him proud means ensuring his daughter thrives within this industry. As discussed, I won't take it lightly if this falls through either. It's all I have. \" \n\nHe straightened up, taking his glass once more. He took a drink, finishing the remainder of it. He sat the glass back on the sill for a servant to collect later. \"Do you have any more threats for me, Ms. Alder?\" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly with a smirk, \"I'm beginning to enjoy them.\""
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"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Library, Erba\n\nDimitri was surprised to see Leon pull out what was very clearly the _good_ stuff. \"Very honestly, Leon, Islanders _are_ tiring. I work with them all the time, and they run me ragged. It's exactly why you've got an Azaryan to speak to.\" He picked up the glass between his thumb and forefinger, swishing the liquid in the light of the fire and checking for filament. Nothing. \n\n\"What _is_ this?\" He brought it to his nose to check for any particular notes. \"It's exquisite.\" He brought it to his lips and took a small sip. He let a soft chuckle escape his lips as he reclined further, setting the glass back on the table. \"I do apologize for taking your spot. It's all yours if you want it. What we want from you is access to the river Zacil. We simply want to trade with the riverlands, and that has to go through you. Thankfully, this isn't a hollow promise. We've brought just a sample of the goods you can expect to come through here on a regular basis. Chocolate, fine Amorothian silks, textiles, foreign fruits, rum, sugar, tobacco.\" He shrugged, \"And a _significant_ amount of gold. Enough to repave those streets in it. Unless, of course, gold _isn't_ your thing.\" \n\nDimitri Novikov threw open his overcoat and reached into one of the pockets, procuring a small leather sack and tossing it onto the table. It fell with a heavy thud, and from it, he pulled out a small silver coin. \"I'm sure a man of your caliber has made deals in platinum, yes?\"\n\nThe Pirate King Bradai Maith\n\nMeros Drawing Room, Erba\n\n\"—vhats exactly right! Tha dry season is lovely, only about a 'alf an 'our of rain a day. Tha wet season is absolutely miserab—\" His conversation with the servant girl was interrupted by the arrival of Robin. He would turn briefly to register that it was him, fish into his pocket and pull out a gold coin, place it in the hand of the girl, and smile. \"Now do me a favor and go out to spend vhis tonight. After tha dinner, right? If anyone asks why you're not at your post, tell vhem vhey can talk to me, yeah?\" She returned the nod and headed off around the corner, sensing that the arrival of the pirate was a good enough time as any to leave. \n\n\"Well, Mister Swillwater. What are you now, mate? Not a Captain anymore, comin' on a diplomatic mission like vhis.\" Bradai, despite clearly being in enemy territory, was in good spirits. \"Tha nice fing about you mate, is vhat I never 'ave to see you.\" He narrowed his eyes and smirked, patting him on his thigh. \"And I mean vhat in tha best of ways. You get everyfing done, you keep everyone in line. I see your name in letters and ledgers, but I never need to make a trip to come and visit you personally. You've got everyfing under control.\" He removed his hand and shook a finger before placing it back into the pommel of his cane, on top of his other hand. The Pirate King leaned in towards the Advisor, eyes fixed towards the crowd. \"But we're done at keeping fings under control now, mate. Now we _bring_ tha madness, yeah? For once.\"\n\nHis hand gestured towards Thalia, positioned by the window in that stunning blue dress. \"One of yours. I don't know 'er vhat well, but—\" He cocked his head slightly, as if it was going to crack her wide open, \"I'd like to. She seems bright, a good 'ead on 'er shoulders. Seven 'ells, she's tha one growing most uff tha poppy for my 'ouse, and I've 'ever 'eard a peep. Bunch of youngbloods, 'ouse Alder. Tell me about 'er.\""
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"message": "Provincial Leon Welles\nMeros Library, Erba.\n\nLeon scoffed, \"Is that right? An Azaryan?\" He looked the man up and down once, \"Seems about right. Although, how you call yourself an Azaryan when you're a pawn in The Pirate King's quest to rid the entire world of any sort of culture he doesn't approve of remains a mystery to me.\" He took a long slow drink of the amber beverage he'd poured for them both. \"I'd better not hear my son use the word Araedian in regards to himself... He spat on Araedia when he brought you and your shitblood King to her shores.\" \n\nLeon relaxed in his seat, \"It's an Araedian take on brandy. No official name for it yet, not a lot of people have had the pleasure of sampling it. Comes from a certain grape, it's not always available. Give it time, I planned on making an investment.\" He shook his head when Dimitri offered to change seats, really there wasn't a bad one in the room. \n\nLeon listened when Dimitri went on to explain what they needed from him. They needed his face, really. Brandon couldn't deliver them that. His first reaction was to deny him, let them do whatever they would to him because his disdain for them ran deep at the thought of his son in the drawing room licking the Pirate King's boots. He sat quietly for a long while, turning his head to look at the fire lowly burning in the hearth.\n\nWhen he turned back to Dimitri he smirked then leaned forward to retrieve the platinum, \" I like the sound of the arrangement. I'll be expecting a small display of what's to come, a little chocolate and some silks. For my daughter, you know what these young women are like these days.\" He laughed shortly, \"However, I'd like one more thing. Something simple... Won't cost you a thing, but the entire agreement depends upon it.\" He leaned forward in his chair, pointing his finger at Dimitri even though it was still holding on to the glass he was drinking from..\" You will release my son from any duties you assigned him, cut him out completely. You'll leave him here with absolutely nothing. He will sleep in his bed tonight knowing exactly where his place is in the Southern Isles and in Araedia.\""
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"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Library, Erba\n\nDimitri looked at Leon and smirked, \"You don't have to like me, Leon. You can hate me with every fiber of your being, but _please_, but those differences aside to that we—\" He sat up, placing his elbows on his knees and leaning forwards to look at the bottle of Araedian brandy, \"Can discuss this liquor. Do you make this _on_ the property?\" It was clear that he was one hundred percent legitimate. \n\nDimitri Novikov tipped back the rest of his drink. \"Azarya is—\" He gestured with an empty glass and placed it down on the table. He pushed it forwards with his fingertips, towards the bottle. \"You've never been. We elect bastards to the position of kings. Our blood caste is complicated to the point of exhaustion. A shitblood, given the right positions, very well _could've_ been King back in the mother kingdom. My King _revels_ in the outrage of you calling him a Shitblood. It's not an offensive term anymore. Not to us, anyways.\" Leon's frustration was apparent, but his lack of knowledge was at the very least a deterrent for any anger on his part.\n\n\"You have to understand exactly _how_ difficult cutting Brandon out of the deal is going to be. He's the only reason we're allowed to be here. You could put it down in writing but then, of course, Leon Welles just signed a deal with the Shitblood King, allowing him into Araedian shores. Of course, we don't think that's going to happen. We think you'll sign a contract, then go to your Queen and kick us out. We love Araedians in the Isles, we _really_ do, but just as the blood caste doesn't hold us back, we've never considered the concepts of _honor_ or _integrity_ to dictate your thinking. So if you want to make a deal, we can make a deal. But we do need something from you. Something that will prove that if we decide to make a deal, you won't prove to be an issue later down the line. We just wouldn't want to give you the impression that you could weasel your way out of it.\""
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"message": "Provincial Leon Welles\nMeros Library, Erba.\n\nThere was a bit of a thrill that Dimitri liked the liquor so much, \"In a way. One of my tenants makes it. He's on a vineyard that hasn't run properly for years. Upcoming project.\" As much as he did want to hate Dimitri, he certainly tapped into what made Leon tick. Despite the fact that he wanted to kick him out, he found himself pouring the man another glass.\n\nIt was true, Leon knew very little of other Kindgom's affairs outside what he needed to know to bring in trade through Bentwater. He made no response when it was obvious that his insults weren't going to lead him where he wanted to go. He huffed at his redirection when he said shitblood wasn't an offensive term, \"I'll find one. Don't you worry.\" \n\nLeon shook his head when he said it would be difficult to cut Brandon out, \"I don't care. I find it difficult to sit here calmly while there's a party happening under my roof with an enemy of my Kingdom. You'll mange it. I have no doubt.\" Leon smirked, \"You underestimate my Queen. I sign that paper, and go running to her... I lose my fuckin' head for treason regardless of the circumstances. I sign a contract with the enemy of my Queen, and I'm a dead man walking. I will not speak ill of her, but patience and understanding are not what she is known for.\""
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"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Library, Erba\n\n\"And so what, Leon?\" Dimitri relaxed, throwing one leg over the other, sipping the brandy. \"No one _expects_ you to sit here calmly. What, you don't think Brandon expects you to rush out at any moment, stomping your feet, kicking me out of your library? He _knows_ you. He knows you won't sign any contract, leaving yourself as an unviable partner. He's taking advantage of your trepidation, and _that's_ what's frustrating to you.\" \n\nHe was beginning to feel the brandy. \"If you want to cut him out of the deal, then _you_ need to cut him out of the deal. He had you confined to an office while he invited a king to dinner. Either you start making long term plans with us, or you can get used to painting, or writing, or playing the lute. Because you'll be in that office for a while. _I_ have a plan, if you'd be willing to discuss it.\""
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"message": "Provincial Leon Welles\nMeros Library, Erba.\n\nLeon laughed, a loud full belly laugh that seemingly rattled the windows from his scratchy voice. \"You don't think I'll tell him? I'll tell him to his face in front of the entire *Fleet* You saw fit to bring to my house! In fact, that's now a part of whatever deal we make. I get to tell him he's out while the rest of you watch!\" Obviously, Leon was feeling the brandy mixing in with the probable gallon of wine he'd consumed before they arrived. \n\nHe finished off the brandy in his glass then slammed it against the table. \"I sat idle when I thought he simply missed the comforts of home after playing pirate for five years, but now what he has had a hand in orchestrating this... Playing the lute in that office will simply not satisfy me while he parades around thinking he's pulled one over on me.\" He was growing angrier by the second. \"You cannot convince me you didn't seek him out for this. You found the perfect idiot docked on your shores, and look what's come of it.\" He narrowed his eyes, \"If you have a plan, speak it now before I come to my senses.\""
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"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Library, Erba.\n\n\"Wrong!\" Dimitri shouted, polishing off his glass. He shot up from his seat, finger pointed across the table and a wide grin on his face. \"Brandon Welles found _US!_ Seeked _US_ out so that he could give away the home you so lovingly cared for.\" He hadn't expected to react in this way, but it felt _good_ to get Leon riled up. \"He _knows_ it would get under your skin. You cant zhink he doesn't know that, please Leon. We had no interest in your lovely home before your son handed us the invitation. So _help_ me, Leon. I know Bradai Maith, and if you can prove to him that you'd be a better partner, he'll string your son up as soon as you give the word.\" \n\nHe sat back down in his chair, leaning forwards and refilling his glass, \"You didn't hear this from me, but we're struggling. This Erba job is a cry for help. The Pirate King is looking for anything to make sure this isn't a bust. He doesn't need to be involved, but _you_ do. And if I'm wrong, you can tell me, but I—\" He held up the bottle by the neck and shook the contents, \"I think the _brandy_ is the way to go. We could call it 'welles'.\" The Advisor gave a wily smile, gemstones shining in the candlelight. \"We build this business together, you can leverage enough money to wrestle Erba from Brandon's grasp. Regain your rightful home. And this Trading Company...\" He gave a soft laugh, \"It could make Leon Welles an international name. Someone that the Queen wouldn't _fuck_ with, let alone your wharfrat son. We'd love to see you tell him off when we finally get this thing off the ground.\""
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"message": "Provincial Leon Welles\nMeros Library, Erba.\n\n\"Of course I know that! I raised the fuckin' idiot!\" Leon was indeed riled up, and part of him still didn't believe Brandon was capable of that sort of plotting. It took courage to go straight up to The Pirate King and make a deal, especially for a spoiled brat from Araedia. Leon took a moment before his anger boiled over, and he stormed down the hall to make good of his threat to Brandon earlier. He pursed his lips tightly together, foot tapping against the floor as he thought deeply while Dimitri seemed to enjoy telling him that this whole thing was his son's idea. He couldn't let him win, and if his son was capable of dealing with the Islanders.. Leon felt like he could make a better deal.\n\nHe looked up at Dimitri when he sat back down, he glared over at him as he refilled his glass. He listened to how they were struggling, how he had an opportunity to not only take his son's place in the operation, but exceed him. Queen Juliana had no love for him, and frankly he couldn't stand her either. He just wasn't about to let foreigners talk poorly of her, if they had nothing for him. The thought of his brandy taking off, liberating him from the Queen's grasp, and showing Brandon how it's done held a certain appeal that was just too good to pass up. \n\nLeon scratched his chin slightly as he relaxed back into the seat... He nodded, \"You like my brandy that much, eh?\" His eyes relaxed from their narrow glare and a small smile formed at the corner of his mouth, \"Since you're struggling... I'd like to help us both. That's a plan I can agree to.\""
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"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nMeros Dining Room, Erba.\n\nBrandon's internal panic was growing the more he drank, but he simply couldn't stop himself. He was a funk drunk though, and most of Bradai's men were in raptures about the culture shock Bran received when returning to his native land. Only a few members of Brandon's crew were at the table at the time, and after awhile he focused on them. They were used to his jokes, and it was a distraction from watching his father sulk at the end of the table. \n\nLeon didn't say a word to anyone as he ate, but he ate well. Every sound of laughter, every story told in that islander dialect made him take another bite. He was determined to have a bad time, so he did. He didn't so much as glance at Brandon, but he could feel his eyes on him every so often. Leon was sulking, but the promise of the deal he'd made with the Dimitri was enough to get him through the dinner without having an arrow in his head from doing something ridiculous just to get them all out of his house.\n\nWhen the pirate king stood, Leon looked across the table at him. Just a man, just like him. When he told everyone to thank Leon, Brandon laughed shortly then looked over at him. Leon's face and neck were red again, his lips pursed slightly as he bit his cheek. However there was nothing he could do, he knew that. Leon tapped the table with both hands, ignoring the thanks before he stood up. He left the room shortly after Bradai to retreat to his chambers. \n\nBrandon leaned back on his chair, bringing both his interlocked fingers to the back of his head before he let out sigh of relief. Both Welles men had made it through dinner, remarkable. He watched as the party began to split off for the night. Rhiander and Robin seemed to be eager to get to the festival, \"One night at this festival and you will forget your entire journey. The trade off is you will bedridden length of your journey afterwards in an effort to recover.\"\n\nBrandon had missed the whole interaction between Thalia and Dimitri. When Thalia said she wanted a bit of air, he nodded with his hands still behind his head. He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear then glance over at him. When she smiled, he winked at her then watched her head off to the balcony. He pulled his hands from the back of his head over his hair to rub his eyes, a light groan escaping once she had vanished from the room. \n\nHe straightened up a second later, \"Alright, Lads..\" He looked around the table at the mix of his his crew and what remained of Bradai's and House Alder. He smiled, \"Shall we?\" A thunderous response from his crew indicated that it was festival time."
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"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Balcony\n\nThe Head Advisor had beaten Thalia to the door, and stood alone on the balcony. He had one arm rested against the stone, a thin line of handkerchief between the sleeve of his navy coat and the exposed stone surface. The Azaryan ran his hand through his well groomed mop dark curls and pushed it to the side. A cigarette hung from the side of his mouth, it's burning ember emitting a gentle ruby glow on his flawless skin. \n\n\"_Well_\" He narrowed his eyes and gave a warm smile, \"If it isn't the woman that fills our coffers.\" He stood from his position on the bannister, quickly reaching into his cummerbund for another cigarette, found one, and presented it in gentle offer. \"You know the House I serve? Well, it has a _poppy flower_ as it's sigil. That's because of you, darling. Please, smoke with me. I need to know you, Thalia Alder.\""
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"message": "Elise Hagen\nRoad to the festival.\n\nElise lightly hummed as she rode down the dirt trails headed towards the festival. It's been a while since she had been to such a thing so she decided to bring just about everything. For the last few days she has been working hard in the forge and slowly gaining knowledge from her work. It had taken her the last few days, but she had amassed around twenty or so finely made and polished swords. These alone took her nights of hard work. As for what else, since she had neglected to pick the unripe fruits she had plenty of produce for the festival. To her this alone could have made a profit."
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"message": "Ser Edmund The Well Knight\nStreets of Erba\n\nEdmund walked throughout the streets of Erba with his blue and white surcoat and his armor on. He had been quite enjoying the fine places of ill-refute in the city. Though, with the few coin he had, he was thinking more of making a name for himself during the festival. He understood many had come from all over Marin for the events, and he would not falter the chance of fighting some of the sods for some recognition-or coin."
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"message": "Elise Hagen\nStreets of Erba\nAfter a long while of riding Elise had brought her items and paid the dues to get into the festival. Her cart wasn't all that special, though if there were people that had any aged books the crest of her house may be remembered. Though she didn't expect it to be, but had put it on the sides anyways. Even then she had made sure to keep the cart moving at a slow pace to watch for foot traffic."
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"message": "Sylas Pen\nStreets of Erba\n\nSylas had just finished passing out the last of his leaflets to passerbys by the time he had come upon Edmund. He looked particularly well to do, or at the very least foreign, which meant he had some modicum of coin on him. \n\n\"You there, Ser!\" Sylas called, moving up to the knight and extending a hand. \"Are you in need of...\" He narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, \"_entertainment?_\""
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"message": "Tanyth Carven \nRoad to the Festival\n\nTanyth kicked her horse, urging it forward toward the city of Erba. A festival was in town and she intended to have a little fun... Meet new people, maybe kill one of them if she was lucky.\n\nShe did intend on participating however, there were many games... But she was interested in jousting and drinking almost exclusively. Maybe some dueling or brawling with other sellswords."
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"message": "Ser Edmund The Well Knight\nStreets of Erba\n\nEdmund's eyes shifted quickly to the figure that was moving toward him quickly. He stopped, and turned himself toward him. His right hand, by instinct, had already been moved to his belt by his sword. However, it did not seem he took the man as a threat. The knight was tall; built lean and strong like a taut rope. Though his armor and clothing seemed of lesser quality than most knights. \n\nHe looked at the man silently for a moment, glancing at his outstretched hand, seeming disinterested. Then he said, \"What kind, mate?\" Nonchalantly."
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"message": "Rhiander and Robin Swillwater\nMeros Dining Room\n\nRhiander loosened his collar, watching as the guards surrounding them suddenly became rowdy. The wine had relaxed him enough to at least offer a few claps. Robin was just as loose, nonchalantly cracking the bones in his neck and shoulders.\n\nAs they partook in the festivities, Rhiander made it a point to speak with Brandon. Thalia had had her share of talking with the fellow. He figured it wouldn't hurt to get to know the guy they'd be working closely with.\n\n\"You and yer father don't seem ta be, ah, _best friends,_ aye?\" Rhiander said. \"I know tha feeling.\"\n\n———————————\n\nThalia Alder\nMeros Balcony\n\nBetween the Head Advisor's dapper ensemble and his sweet choice of words, Thalia felt more off guard than she was accustomed to. Cheeks flushed, she could only seem to focus on one thing at a time, having to grab the cigarette between her thumb and forefinger with more concentration than the task deserved.\n\n_Wouldn't've drunk as much wine if I'd known he'd ask me tah share a bloody cigarette with 'im!_\n\n\"I 'preciate tha flatt'ry, but it _is_ a family effort,\" Thalia said, moving to join Dimitri on the edge of the balcony, lighting the cigarette with a swift scratch over the stone railing. \"Couldn't do a thing without their support.\"\n\nThalia placed the cigarette in her mouth, watching a thin line of smoke wafted up into the evening air. She removed it for a moment, looking over at Dimitri and smiling, her cheeks still a bit rosy.\n\n\" _I_ should be tha one 'cited ta finally meet you. Tha Pirate King's right hand, yer so...\" Thalia hesitated for a moment, almost letting a word slip that wouldn't have been appropriate. She swallowed and turned her head away. \"So, ah... Perfessional. And... Smart! Fer.. A mainlander, I 'spose.\"\n\nShe tried to play down her temptation to fangirl, clearing her throat before placing the cigarette back in her mouth."
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"message": "Elise Hagen \nStreets of Erba \nElise stopped the cart near the people that seemed to be talking about a type of entertainment. She did wonder where the main part was though since she is quite new to this area. Her parents never brought her here, so she just felt odd being here."
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"message": "Sylas Pen\nStreets of Erba\n\nSylas smiled and produced a crumpled leaflet from his overcoat. He flattened it out against his thigh and passed it over. It read:\n\n***For ONE TIME ONLY, SEE THE***\n***CINNABAR CARAVAN***\n***Produce the HIT PLAY***\n\n***THE BROTHERS REBELLION***\n\n***Town Square of Erba, Midday***\n\n\n\"Everything you'll need to stay entertained, my friend! Drama, comedy, history, breasts, all there for you. Just follow the directions on this here paper, and you, my friend will b—\" He paused, \"Are you illiterate?\""
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Tanyth Carven \nStreets of Erba\n\n\"Oi, lass, you need a war horse.\" The jousting instructor demanded, motioning to the massive shire horse Tanyth was trying to register as her jousting companion. The mercenary looked at her black steed, into his dark brown eyes and then back to the instructor. \"No, I'll be using him. He's brave, I trust him not to falter.\" The portly man huffed and shook his head, \"Your ass then.\" He wrote down her name and horse and had a squire take the big beast away to be thoroughly cleaned and shoed. \"Go on, git, go drink tourney starts later, festival grounds ain't ready yet. Come to me to get ready, shouldn't need any armor save what ye got on.\" Tanyth nodded and turned away, heading toward the closest place to get a flagon of ale and drink a bunch of people out of their money."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\n\nMeros Balcony\n\n\"It is no small compliment that our King has chosen you, an Islander woman, to take on this task. Whether or not the Welles prove their competency is of no issue to the Crown. You're the one that everyone is going to be watching. Everyone that...\" He took a soft drag on his cigarette, tapping the ashes off the side of the railing, \"Matters, anyways.\" \n\nHe let out a soft chuckle when she mentioned his status as a mainlander. \"Make no mistake, Thalia. The Isles are important to the identity of Bradai Maith. He is—\" Dimitri gave a sly, toothy grin, but shook it away. \"He is complex. But your relevance to the Isles doesn't matter as much as your relevance to the greater goal. There is a revolution happening in every city street, something he caused, something he championed. We are on the side of greatness, but it can snuff out your flame in an instant.\" He flicked the butt of his cigarette off the balcony, sending the garnet of red light sailing into the darkness. \"When you join up with Bradai Maith, you forgo your titles. I stopped being an Azaryan, a Highborn, an Academy Graduate. Those things don't matter anymore. They matter to some, sure, but not to _me._ I am his. You are too, to some extent.\" \n\nHe reached into his cummerbund and removed a cigarette, before placing the tip near his thumb and forefinger. He gave a light snap, and for a moment a blue spark jumped on the head of the cigarette, igniting it. \"We _are_ House Maith. He may seem distant now—\" He leaned in closer, \"He _always_ is when we get to a new place, but he will provide for you better anyone else on the Mainland or Amoroth. House Maith is absolutely everywhere. It's in the servants and in the streets. In the hearts of revolutionaries and in slaves. In us, as well. We are not highborns or mainlanders, we are House Maith. Forthright with Foresight.\""
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"author": "baneaye",
"message": "Ser Edmund The Well Knight\nStreets of Erba\n\nEdmund had taken the pamphlet, but he did not try to read it. He barely knew how to read anyway, and seldom needed to. Most things could, and should, just be explained. And he wondered why he even had asked him, seeing that he did not dress like the usual Erban citizan. The knight sighed. \n\n\"How many of the twats you've given this to can?\" He said emphatically, \"Just tell me where it is.\""
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Sylas Pen\nStreets of Erba\n\n\"Great question! A lot of people have seen this piece of paper before handing it back to me.\" He gestured for the paper back, with unabashed confidence. \"I've been thinking of switching to a mostly picture based form of notification. It would serve as a— Oh.\" He could tell that Edmund was hardly listening, and pointed towards the town square, where the playhouse was being erected. \"It won't be up until midday, but it's right next to the jousting tourney, so...\" He shrugged, \"Do with that information as you will. I don't care, as long as I have my paper back.\""
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"author": "baneaye",
"message": "Ser Edmund The Well Knight\nStreets of Erba\n\n\"Hmph.\" Edmund said, grinning a bit at the thought of the jousting tourney. After looking down the street toward where he pointed, he held the piece of parchment out towards him. \"Thanks mate,\" He said, his grin getting a bit cheeky as Edmund looked down at him, \"I appreciate some information.\""
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"author": "blargh.",
"message": "Elise Hagen\nStreets of Erba \nElise just passed by them since she was being ignored for the time being. She did wonder what this play was about since she hadn't heard about the people of the north."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Thalia Alder\nMeros Balcony\n\n\"Forthright with Foresight...\" Thalia murmured, casting a thoughtful side-eye to the bit of magic the Azaryan had used just then. Just when she thought the man couldn't possibly become more interesting, he would find a way to prove her wrong. \n\nShe looked down to watch the ashes fall toward the darkness below, her smile having faded by now as her face seemed serious, solemn.\n\n\"His Majesty 'as nevah giv'n me reason tah doubt 'im. I love this life, even without knowin' what my otheh lives might be like,\" Thalia said, sighing. \"Things 'ave been so incredibly _good._ And I know, like ye said, I have the universal natuh of 'Ouse Maith ta thank, for that.\"\n\nThalia said, taking a final drag from the cigarette before squishing the butt into the stone railing.\n\n\"Sometimes, I actually worry that things are going _too_ well, tah last for long,\" Thalia said, looking over to Dimitri. She had only ever been _this_ vulnerable with a few people. For some reason, though, in this moment in particular, the dark-haired Azaryan seemed more than trustworthy. Perhaps \"Loyal to House Maith's cause\" Was the better phrase to use. \"Ye know what they say. Pride comes 'fore the fall, and all that. Ever think I've just been lucky, up until this point? I can make the shadiest deals and optimize the working schedules for thah fields. Hell, I can learn the weathuh pat'rns and hire men who aren't afraid to make a dangerous delivery. But at some point, I worry that my luck may run out.\"\n\nThalia chuckled, turning her head and resting her elbow on the ledge, perching her chin in her palm.\n\n\"Prob'ly not a thing I should admit, yea? Since everyone is watching. I just want tah be excellent. For House Maith, and... And for da'.\" Thalia said, the wine making her tongue a bit more loose than usual.\n\nProvincial Brandon Welles\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.\n\nBrandon stood from his chair a little slower than usual, but he could walk. Tresten gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, \"Too early.\" Brandon playfully shoved him off then began to walk with the rest of the crew. A maid ran up to him, handed him a black mask with golden horns on either side. He thanked her, held it down by his side naturally as he walked to catch up with the crew. \n\nBefore they left Meros, he glanced over to see his Father disappearing around the corner at the top of the grand staircase. He couldn't help but smirk. It was one of the first times he'd ever seen Leon Welles defeated, and in his own home. Despite the feeling that he had gotten himself in a situation he couldn't quite control, he still knew he won at least round one with Leon. Winning felt good, far better than any vice he'd tried so far.\n\nWhen Rhiander spoke to him they were still in the house, nearly ready to exit. Rhiander must have caught the glance Brandon gave Leon, Brandon turned to him with a kind smile. His raised his eyebrows slightly then he said he knew the feeling, \"Do you?\" He continued walking, exiting Meros to go out into the summer air. After a while he added on, \"You have my deepest sympathies and eternal admiration, if that is truth. From what I hear of your Father, he was a great man despite a few miscalculations. He seems to have inspired your sister quite a lot.\"\n\nThe air was fresh, the humidity high, yet the smell of grass and a landscape speckled with a million flowers somehow didn't attack your senses, it seduced them. Brandon was quiet for a moment, taking in the sounds of the drums, the men's laughter, his boots over the gravel as they walked down to the banks of the river. \n\nBrandon's crew already had their masks tied. Brandon had described this festival so clearly, they had high expectations for the women, food, and drinks. House Alder and Bradai's crew could make masks when they got there, or they could have their identity known to all as masks weren't mandatory. It was a long walk, but they'd get there eventually. There was plenty of time for a chat."
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"author": "sweet_sleem",
"message": "Head Advisor Dimitri Novikov\nMeros Balcony\n\n\"You can watch, you know?\" He scrunched up his face, sending sparks flying across the tips of his fingers. He let out a hard exhale, before placing his hand in his pocket. \"If you still believe in magic, anyways.\" He leaned hard away from her, performing a tight, casual pirouette to retrieve his handkerchief with his free hand. He tucked it tight into his cummerbund, then motioned with a shoulder for her to follow. \n\nThey had reached the castle gates by the time Dimitri had switched the conversation to Terresol, and the matter at hand. \"Lord Python. A slaver in the islands off of Sol. Terrible man. Absolutely awful. Even worse when we went to his island and bought him with a false promise. We brought him home to the Isles and did what we had to do to change his mind.\" Dimitri gave a nod of his head, smiling softly. A group of children ran past them, briefly illuminating his face. \"Dead.\" He said, giving her the quick side eye. \"Obviously.\" \n\n\"Well, that delightful Brandon Welles, you met? Getting a Mainlander to promise something, well, he'll do it in a heartbeat. Getting a Mainlander to deliver on that promise? Hah, _well let me tell you_, it won't happen unless you make them. And he was very happy to sell out Daddy, the one that bought his boat and his last name for him.\" He scoffed, waving the Maith guards off to open the gates. They more or less held the gate at bolt-point until everyone was through. They were walking through the countryside, now. The fertile verdant hills and dark, ashy mounds of dirt. He kicked one with a tapered shoes, shaking the crumbs into the gravel.\n\n\"He was equally quickly to sell himself out, to us, after we gave him the body.\" As they rounded the hill, a single, creme canvas tent could be seen in the middle of the vineyards, all but one of which, the very same plot, planted. It was surrounded by a surging crowd of Islanders, all with their own bonfire pits, with wild game roasting on the spit. A rough outline of a fighting pit was drawn off to the side, and to its right, a full band, complete with accordion and violin. \n\n\"This is our festival. The Araedians can have their traditions, Thalia. We have ours. Not the Isles, no, not the Clans. House Maith. This?\" He held an outstretched hand, \"This is a House _Maith_ party. Ever partied on the body of a Terresolian slaver on an Araedian Provincial farming land? I could hardly imagine a girl from the Isles doing _tha_ —\" He stifled a laugh. \"Look alive, Thalia. It is our _King._\" Sure enough, Bradai-Daran, first of his name, came up the side of the hill, adjacent the path they were walking down. \n\n\"Thalia!\" The Pirate King shouted, arms outstretched, as if greeting an old friend. \"Fuckin' 'ell, luff, you're fuckin' late!\" He shook his hands in the hair and faced the sky. His hat fell from his head, rolling down the hill, allowing the moonlight to illuminate his tanned face and bright red cheeks. He soaked it in and exhaled. \"We _took_ vhis fucking town tonight. Did my men get you at tha gate? See 'ow vhey just fuckin—\" He pursed his lips, forming a tight smile behind his bronze colored beard. \"Opened it for you. Fink I'll get vhem to fly tha Poppy next week.\" He shook his head, \"I fink I'll be in tha library.\", he mimicked in a near perfect, if not slurred, Araedian accent.\n\nIt earned a chuckle from Dimitri, and quickly reached inside Bradai's coat to snatch at his flask. \"I haven't had a drink all day, and all I've talked about is brandy. I knew you'd find the field. Did he _really_ bury it in the _only_ open field out here? \n\nThe Pirate King grabbed his wrist before he could get to the flask. \"What do you _mean_ you 'aven't 'ad a drink all day? Where is _your_ work flask? Tha _gift._\"\n\nDimitri cleared his throat, quickly straightening his back and wrenched his wrist from his husband's hand. \"I have the flask, Bradai, but it's uh...\" Unexpectedly, he sprinted off in the direction of the party, nicking Bradai's hat off from the bottom of the hill on his way down. \"IT'S EMPTY, YOUR MAJESTY!\"\n\nThe Pirate King sprinted after him, leaning forwards and swinging his arms. \"IF I CATCH YOU, I WILL _KILL_ YOU, DIMITRI NOVIKOV.\" \n\nThalia Alder had been brought to a private party, watched her Majesty's Chief Advisor and her very monarch sprint down a hill like schoolchildren, and the party they were sprinting to was in full swing."
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"author": "baneaye",
"message": "Ser Edmund The Well Knight.\nStreets of Erba/The jousting tourney.\n\nAfter shooing off the parchment man, Edmund made his way down the street toward the main square. He had surely hoped that the tournament had not been started yet-He had been late to a tournament once before and he would not do it again. He hoped for a melee of some sort to test his skills, but jousting would be just as suitable for him. \n\nOnce entering the square, he barely regarded the preparations being made for the play and made his way to the area where the jousting tournament would be occurring. It was a great tourney to attend, being that a large portion of the southern kingdoms nobility may be watching from the grand stands. He assumed the men of the southern isles were shat at horseriding, though it was the middlanders like himself that he wanted to see. He would declare himself for the tournament, then retreat to the recess where the other competitors were preparing themselves to get a look at his competition."
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"author": "blargh.",
"message": "Elise Hagen \nFestival Market?\nAfter a time Elise decided to set up in an open area where people passed. She didn't know if it was right, but she did see a few other people setting up their shops as well. Even then she did at least have a few wares. The swords and other goods are spread out on the ground in wooden buckets. Though the swords are laid out on soft carpets to protect their surfaces. For them she even has a few tests, and her family sword she had recently finished. After this she just stood waiting for customers."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Rhiander Alder and Robin Swillwater\nThe Newberry Festival (Night One), Erba\n\nRobin, though walking behind Rhiander and Brandon, narrowed his eyes at the Welles boy. He wondered how much Thalia had discussed with him, to know her fondness of her father's legacy. Minus the messy parts. Either way, it seemed the girl had liked him well enough. But then, Thalia was just that way with people. _At least one uff 'em is._\n\n\"Ah, he does. One of thah only good things about 'im,\" Rhiander said, stretching his arms casually above his head. \"Despite the way I see 'im, in the end, he was just a pesky branch that needed tah be trimmed so that the Isles could grow inteh what it is, today. Sometimes, that trimmin' is painful, fah some. But, it will be always be good for yeh, and anyone else involved.\"\n\nRhiander smiled, placing a firm hand on Brandon's shoulder. His grip wasn't forceful or intimidating. Just strong enough to display his presence as a supportive one, should Brandon need it.\n\nRobin could tell it was difficult for the lad to show such solidarity with a man who'd seemed to be getting rather cozy with his sister.\n\n\"Good that yeh mentioned her...\" Rhiander said, glancing back. He scanned the comfortable band of people en route to the festival, surprised not to see, or rather, _hear_ Thalia join them already. Her chatter and laugh were identifiable enough... And she wasn't one for sea sickness. \"Ya think she'll know her way to the festival?\"\n\n\"That girl 'as a nose fer a good time. Now stop yer worryin', go enjoy yerselves,\" Robin urged, sensing that they wouldn't be seeing much of Thalia that night.\n\n____________________\n\nThalia Alder\nMeros Baclony\n\n\"Oh, I 'pologize fer starin'. Not that I don't believe, it's that..\" Thalia frowned, her gaze distant. There was just no unseeing the magic circle fifteen years ago.. Littered with remnants of darkness that no child should ever see. No seemingly harmless blue spark of magic could make her unsee that monstrosity. \"Don't really care fer magic, now.\"\n\nThalia listened with interest to the story of the Terresolian lord, her heels clicking deliberately across the floor as they made their way through the estate. She was glad for not having to witness what she assumed to be a gruesome end to the lord, especially in light of how eager Brandon seemed to want to prove his loyalty. The Welles lad may have been naturally eager, but Tobias had told her many tales of what being in The Pirate King's navy was like. Mercy wasn't a common word in the sailors' vocabulary. It surely wasn't one for the Pirate King, either. \n\nStill, she was glad to have found herself on the right side of his favor. As they walked, Thalia slipped out of her heels, walking barefoot through the gates and the fields sprawled out before them. She dangled the shoes carelessly from her fingers, breathing in the cool night air. It felt heavenly to be out of the stuffy keep.\n\nDespite her tension about the Pirate King, Dimitri's words had ended up being more than enough to console her doubts. Even as the king, himself, approached, and stiffening in response she placed her fist on her chest, she felt relieved to see his good-natured smile. And standing there, with nothing else to do besides bask in the praise and gladness he bestowed upon her, she couldn't help but to wonder why her father wouldn't have wanted to yield to someone so powerful. To a house so kind to those who pledged themselves to what the Isles needed all along.\n\nThalia laughed, seeing him and Dimitri carry on like young playmates. She'd been carrying her heels up until this point, but she now abandoned them where she stood, running barefoot toward the party, the earth feeling oddly refreshing between her toes. \n\nShe didn't know that something like this was what she'd been craving all along. And now, going to the festival with Brandon was the least of her concerns.\n\nThe Islander girl wove herself into the festivities, gravitating to the band, of course.\n\n\"May I 'ave a try at it, yea?\" She asked, holding her hands out to the fiddler. He seemed hesitant at first, though with a tilt of her head and a widening of her smile, he relented. With glee, Thalia took up the instrument, resting it gently between her shoulder and chin. She swung the bow with great fervor, even playfully plucking at the strings at times. Her excitement was infectious, and the bare-footed Islander practically became a slave to the melodies, the shouts, the pure gladness in the air. This was a night that wouldn't soon be forgotten."
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "**Provincial Luther De Beaulieu\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.**\n\nLuther had taken it upon himself to grace the Newberry Festival in his family's stead, finding himself deep in the throng of the partygoers. Shitbloods, most of them, and Luther had made sure to keep a magnolia pinned to his lapel at all times for that very reason. His house sigil was a symbol of power, and despite the fact that most of these shitblood partiers were both drunk and masked, Luther used the flower as an anchor for both his patience and his poise. The De Beaulieu son was also not masked or costumed, his clothing instead relatively plain for someone of his status, a deep navy blue top and plain black pants and shoes to match. He refused to be a dandy. \n\nEventually, through the throng, Luther came upon the top brass of the nighttime festivities. Despite the fact that Luther had only met Brandon a few times, and nearly all of them within packed social settings, he had never really spoken to the young provincial. Erillia was a hustling and bustling place after all. Luther stood around the roaring bonfire and quietly observed the partygoers, Brandon included, until he felt that the moment was right. Less chatter for a moment, a small parting in the crowd, and Luther was deftly approaching Brandon. He smiled for a moment at the young Welles, quietly inserting himself into the drinking circle and taking a seat.\n\n\"Brandon Welles, isn't it? Luther De Beaulieu. Mind if I join you for the night? I'm afraid I'm pretty out of my element here.\"\n\nLuther easily smiled again, perfectly sober and purposely so. He didn't have a drink in his hand at the moment, and he needed to keep it that way until he finished off his laundry list of tasks given to him by his father. Now to tick one of them off the list."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.\n\nNot for the first time, Provincial Brandon Welles completely blended in with the shitbloods in Araedia. He had some protection in his crew, but clearly not enough because they were all occupied in the spirit of the event. The need for protection was a trait that Brandon simply didn't possess, especially with shitbloods. He had absolutely no fear of them unlike most Provincials. He knew beneath all their disdain and intolerance towards the poorest of the Kingdom, there was fear. The fear of being robbed, killed, and in more extreme circles even eaten. The fear of ending up like them. The fear of them constantly plotting to take what the rich have because who could blame them? The stories he'd heard about them growing up did nothing but develop his curiosity, and by the time he made it to his late teenage years without a single bite taken out of him, he dismissed all that fear and rebranded it ignorance. \n\nBran ventured down to the festival with his crew, masked but not costumed. However, by the time they settled in by the fire with their women, drinks, and tall tales that mask ended up somewhere he'd never find it. Brandon arrived drunk, so his guard was completely down when he was approached by Luther. He had a woman on his lap, a blonde, very beautiful and very obviously a fellow Provincial in her brightly colored dress. She was all giggles and smiles, but she pulled her mask over her face when Luther sat down because he reeked of class, wealth, and could possibly blackmail her.\n\nBrandon had been away from Araedia for five years, but he rarely forgot a face. He hardly knew the man, couldn't readily recall his name, but he wouldn't deny the pleasure of his company. When he introduced himself, Brandon nodded along. \"Of course, Luther. Good to see you again outside of hallowed halls of whatever precious place we were thrown in together. Please, join us.\" He laughed when he said he was out of his element, \"That is overwhelmingly obvious, but perhaps some wine will get you in the spirit.\" He reached over to hand him a hammered metal goblet half filled with wine, there was no precious glass in that particular corner of the world."
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "**Provincial Luther De Beaulieu\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.**\n\nLuther was one of those people who enjoyed weeding. Pruning the dead and dying, the ugly, all of the undesirables in order to leave the remaining pristine. Pure, perhaps, was a better word. Luther was a man concerned primarily with the purity in all things, of keeping bloodlines unsullied and traditions unbroken. It was a theme that Soliel itself exemplified, Phoenix fires cleansing and being reborn from ashes. In this moment, as Luther took a seat, all he could think about was how disgustingly impure Brandon seemed to be. The Welles household did have a bit of a reputation, after all. Perhaps rightfully so. \n\nAs Luther took a seat, he deftly unpinned the magnolia from his lapel and carefully placed it in his lap. He looked over to the woman, his green eyes scanning her up and down for any notable features, but what he was immediately concerned with was the mask. A fellow provincial, in his eyes, was much better off being plain about their presence in a place like this. A mask only made it seem like there was something to hide. Luther would've been delighted to speak with anyone who began to speak ill of him because he was honoring Soliel. He looked into the eyes of the mask of the woman on Brandon's lap, frowned disapprovingly, and then turned to Brandon. \n\n\"Your lap ornament doesn't seem at home in a place like this. If you'd do me a favor, Brandon, I'd appreciate you letting her know we're among friends tonight. Consider it a truce in the game all of our families play, if you will.\" \n\nLuther spoke calmly and without any sort of ill will, implied or otherwise. After all, Luther was here as a guest. Joining Brandon's circle as an outsider looking in. As Brandon offered his wine, Luther politely held a hand up. Drinking from a shitblood glass was something, masked or otherwise, Luther refused to stoop down to. If the Welles boy wanted to blend in, so be it. Luther was here to stand out.\n\n\"The last time we met, I'd figure it was in the last ball hosted within High Bloom before your ... Departure. I'm glad to see you back. I'll admit I didn't expect to see you here, but I can't say I'm disappointed. What are you doing, now that you're back on the shores of Araedia? In Erba, no less. I'm sure Reyum is elated.\" \n\nLuther could only smile as he mentioned Brandon's eldest sibling, imagining just what kind of homecoming it must've been. A decent story, no doubt."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.\n\nBrandon brought the wine to his lips once Luther politely refused it. He laughed into the cup, \"It's been quite a while since I've had a serious conversation this inebriated.\" He drank most of the contents of the cup in one long swallow then smiled over at Luther, \"I'll do my best to keep a straight face.\" He handed the cup to the blonde who simply held it for him because she was still disturbed by Luther's addition to the circle. He wasn't overbearing, just a stranger she didn't feel comfortable letting loose with. He didn't seem the type to let loose with anyone, that was too sobering for people wearing feathers and painted masks while dancing around large fires at night. \n\nBrandon looked up at the woman on his lap when she was referred to as an ornament. He playfully raised his eyebrows, \"I'm certain you've been called worse.\" She shrugged, \"Not to my face.\" He nodded, \"Fair enough.\" She laughed. He continued, \"However, our friend here is absolutely right. You don't seem at home right now. Go enjoy yourself. I will find you later.\" She sighed, rubbed his face then walked away. He watched her go for a few seconds before he turned back to Luther, \"She's a little shy of serious strangers, but not to worry. My fair ornement will come back, most likely with friends.\"\n\nHe laughed at the mention of High Bloom, \"The gilded cage itself, I believe you're right. It was exactly three days before my... Departure. What a delightful way to phrase me being pruned from the family tree, not my phrasing but it stuck.\" He brought his wine to his lips one more time to finish the cup before he chucked it away from himself carelessly. Bran smirked when he said he didn't expect to see him back, \"Believe me, my presence is a bigger shock to anyone that knows me.\" He wasn't foolish enough to tell him everything or what he was actually doing back, \"The thought of me returning to Araedia from the glorious Southern Isles, a matter worth investigating, but I don't plan on reclaiming my former status here. I really just missed the wine.\" He laughed because clearly he'd enjoyed quite a bit of it. \nHe sucked his teeth at the mention of his brother, \"I haven't seen the man. I highly doubt he would grace us with his presence. He's hard at work, making High Bloom work exactly in his favor. He'll take no notice of my activities during the Newberry festival.\" He shook his head a bit, \"Which begs the question, what brings you here tonight? You're not drinking, and surely you didn't come for the warmth of the fire.\" Frankly, it was a little overwhelming in the already warm weather, but it was a tradition."
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "**Provincial Luther De Beaulieu\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.**\n\nAs Brandon's lap ornament scampered off, Luther's deep green eyes followed her intently. It wasn't a look of hunger, or lust, or anything of that sort. Perhaps it was jealousy. To shirk off responsibility and tradition so easily was a skill honed over time, and one Luther had no aptitude in.\n\nThe young De Beaulieu turned back to Brandon after a short moment, smiling that easy smile and trying his best to not seem a threat. In a world of liars, it was hard to be honest. He smiled much more genuinely with Brandon's mention of pruning, to which he was silently delighted. Pruning. That was the word he would use, assuredly, but even pruned leaves could be used for fertilizer. This wild Welles child may be the perfect thing to have pruned. \n\n\"I apologize for the ornament comment, if it were cause for offence. She's one of the fairest I've seen. I hope her friends are the same.\" \n\nLuther said it in a sort of deadpan, but he hoped the words were polite enough. He probably stood out like a sore thumb, rigid and honest in a festival of freedom and tall tales. He didn't mind. What he did mind was potentially pissing another provincial off, if only because they were much harder to reach than a shitblood milling about the fields of Araedia. \n\nAs Brandon spoke about his return from the Southern Isles, Luther nodded intently and tried to ignore the chaos that was surrounding the pair of them. The Newberry Festival at night was known for being unpredictable, and he could only hope that nothing too untoward would happen. He did have an image to maintain. Getting into a brawl wasn't necessarily the best way to elevate status in the courts. Luther was curious as to why Brandon seemingly found the Southern Isles so fun and charming, but that was a topic for another time. Perhaps a night where Brandon was a bit more sober and a bit less draped in inebriated women.\n\nWhen Luther was asked why he found himself at the bonfire, he only pursed his lips and nodded for a moment. He leaned in closer to Brandon, still seated, hands clasped and forearms balanced on his knees. His voice was lowered below a conversational level, but it was easy enough to make out thanks to the difference between the low rumble (and sometimes high shriek) of the crowd and his voice.\n\n\"Business, I'm afraid. Erba is a bustling place this time of year. The Newberry Festival is a spectacular time to meet new friends, get reacquainted with old ones. It's also a spectacular time to settle disputes, don't you think? Shitbloods watching on as a provincial settles a disagreement in a way they understand. Violence, generally. Not that I intend on getting bloody tonight.\" \n\nLuther didn't mean to imply anything toward Brandon. Rather, his family had business to handle, and it just so happened that Luther was here to do the weeding. Slim down competition, take out the weak links in the industry. Strengthen the purity. By the look of his crooked nose and his scarred knuckles, it seemed Luther was seasoned enough at that sort of activity. His green eyes looked to the fire then, leaning back to his normal upright posture. He changed the subject to something more conversational, deciding not to dwell on his own affairs for too long.\n\n\"What do you figure I should get involved with tonight, Brandon? Consider yourself my guide. Any trouble you lavish getting into at the Newberry Festival?\""
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"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.\n\nBrandon truly harbored no ill thoughts of Luther, simply a curiosity of what could possibly motivate him to be on the beach in the first place. When Brandon was more actively involved in polite Araedian society, he made friends he could actually talk to. The ones that would sneak out of balls, steal carriages, pick the Queen's flowers, and make questionable decisions with very little care for their reputation. A group of typically second sons and daughters. While they all enjoyed a little fun, none of them went as far as Brandon. In fact, Brandon was often used an example of what would happen if they didn't behave after he was sent away. Luthor was never in that group of friends. He seemed to belong in one of Reyum's circles, serious, dedicated to his family, hellbent on improving things for everyone else below him. A noble cause that typically stripped them of any vestige the wildness and recklessness associated with Brandon's lot. \n\nHe shook his head when he apologized for the ornament comment then laughed, \"I take no offence, nor did she. Not to worry, you'll find it will take a great deal more than words to offend anyone you see here.\" The two conversed easily enough from there, and when Luther leaned in to explain what he was doing at the festival Brandon leaned forward to listen with a side smirk. Truly, sometimes he felt he missed his calling. He would have made a fantastic cleric. People often told him their sins and guilty pleasures because they assumed he'd done worse. It was always fascinating to hear, and Luther's secret was much more tame than he was expecting. \"Business,\" Brandon repeated matching his volume. That was actually a little sobering, fascinating even.\n\nLuther tried to change the subject, but Brandon didn't care who heard. He ignored his question to ask one of his own, \"What business could possibly have you, a provincial, an upstanding member of Araedian society above all of these miserable wretches you see here,\" His voice raised a little the more he went on, \"Including myself... I understand my place in this kingdom... But, I've gotten off track. Haven't I?\" He laughed a little then started again. \"What business could possibly have *You* Resorting to barbaric nature of such beasts as we?\" He pointed at Luthor, head nodding a little.. \"I judged you, I'll admit it. When you sat down I thought I'd hand you that cup, you'd look at me like I lost your mind then you'd remember what you are and go sleep in preparation for your social climbing at the more dignified festivities under the glorious Araedian sun tomorrow.\" He lowered his hand, \"At no point did I believe you were a bit of a beast yourself.\" He playfully threw his hands up with a laugh, \"I'm rarely surprised by your lot, Luther.\""
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"message": "**Provincial Luther De Beaulieu\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.**\n\nLuther continued looking at the roaring bonfire, a few shitbloods tossing in a chair as he sat and pondered. What business did have him resorting to barbarism in Araedia? Was it even barbarism, really, or was it survival? Provincials, the Welles family included, seemed to have their lives cut out for them from lineage. Brandon was attempting to depart from that fated life, and Luther found that fair enough, but for Luther it was about building a lineage himself. The De Beaulieux were not an old or storied House, and they lacked any holdings rivalling Erba. Potierre was a small province without much development. The provincial family that governed it were much the same. \n\nLuther swept his green eyes to Brandon then, running a hand through his short black hair as the fellow provincial spoke. When Brandon called himself a wretch, Luther could only raise an eyebrow incredulously. He had been exiled, but he was far above most in this nation. Perhaps he meant to jest, but it brought no smile to Luther's face. He took Brandon's changing of topics in stride, assuming that eventually they'd be able to get around to it anyway. \n\n\"I told you already, Brandon. Sometimes that sort of simple *Barbarism*, as you call it, is the most effective way of putting a point across. Communicating that you won't be pushed around, provincial heir or not. If you make some coin in the process, gain some respect with the shitbloods, that's all the better. That sort of respect won't manifest itself if you wear a mask.\"\n\nLuther gestured to his face, plain as day next to the fire. His magnolia was still in his lap, carefully undamaged despite the movement of the conversation. He gestured to Brandon as well, a man who seemed to understand somewhat that infamy was better than obscurity. The women he surrounded himself with seemed to think so, anyway.\n\n\"To be straight and to the point with you, Brandon, I had a dispute that needed settling tonight between my family and a local one on the docks. Not the same social standing as our families, but a surprisingly prosperous merchant. I was lucky enough to handle it without getting myself dirty.\" \n\nBrandon had spoken of Luther perhaps going to sleep, feeling as if he'd lost his mind by coming here tonight. Brandon may have been the playboy rebel that partied with the shitbloods, but he wasn't the only one that understood how important they were. Not all of Araedia was High Bloom, after all. When Luther was called a beast, he smirked widely, not really sure if it was a compliment or an insult. He assumed the former, given the rest of the conversation.\n\nLuther was still glancing about every so often, making sure that the shrieks of the crowd stayed directed away from him and his conversational partner. He wondered if Brandon had a bit of a following, what with his exile and consequential return. Signing parasols and breasts. That was an entertaining image.\n\n\"I'm curious as to what you think my lot exactly is, Brandon. We've never really spoke, and provincials carry with them swarms of rumors. It's hard to discern the true from the false most of the time. If someone had told me you'd washed up on the shores of Araedia again, I would've thought it a tall tale. Maybe a desperate effort to gain some clout. Further, why exactly *Did* You pick Araedia? You could've gone anywhere from the Southern Isles. I imagine South Feyshore is much more exciting than your old stomping grounds of Erba. Shit, maybe even Amoroth. So why are you back here, in the city you've grown up in your entire life?\""
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"message": "Provincial Brandon Welles\nThe Newberry Festival (Night one), Erba.\n\n\nBrandon once again shook his head, \"If you have to ask what lot, you're not one of them.\" \n\nHe nodded along as he explained the business between his family and the one on the docs, \"I understand.\" He narrowed his eyes a little at Luther, but really he was just thinking. The man was beginning to come together, \"What does this merchant sell? Anything my crew and I would be interested in for the long voyage back home?\" He smiled, \"Anything to make life a little more comfortable on a ship, I'd be willing to waste my fortune on.\" He looked over at his crew, \"I was sent away from my family, so I hand selected a new one. A collection of brothers that have become more important to me than my own blood.\" He looked back over at Luther, \"I accept them and all their vices.\" He shrugged, \"I don't imagine you make your fortune on peddling silks.\" He shook his head, \"Not around here.\" In general, the shitbloods didn't care for fabrics. They wore what was available to them for cheap. Silk, fur, linen, decorated leather... No one chose clothes over food. Opening a store like that on the Bendwater docks wouldn't have made a single gold coin. Those types of things were sold on the river Zacill, a famous trading post a little further north in Erba. \n \n\"I can't imagine silks are worth a personal visit either, especially not the type of visit you were willing to pay.\" Brandon smiled, \"Come on, speak to me.\" Once again, he ignored Luther's questions of why he picked Araedia to come back to. However he laughed when he mentioned South Feyshore, \"Is South Feyshore a destination among Araedian Provincials now?\" He blinked a little then scratched his head, \"Five years truly seems a lifetime. I hardly know the place.\" He exhaled a bit, relaxed his shoulders as he looked over at Luther. \"I'll level with you,\" He said as he tapped his fingers on his knee. \"You tell me what you sell, I'll tell you why I'm here.\""
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"message": "**Berwyn Cadoc**\n**City of Erba port, now in a ship and departing for Alderport in the Southern Isles.**\n\nEventually, though, Berwyn managed to find a ship captain who would take him and his horse to the Southern Isles, and they were actually about depart - so he paid the ship captain the agreed upon fare, Berwyn having been able to cover the surprisingly low cost with little issue as he had saved up some money over the years while working as a mercenary.\n\nHe led his horse onto the ship that would take the two to the Southern Isles, Alderport particularly, and made sure his horse would be alright. The horse, whom was a male horse named Pluton, was rather nervous - it didn't enjoy traveling by sea - but Berwyn managed to calm Pluton down.\n\nAnd so the ship took off, and Berwyn settled himself down next to where Pluton was situated, taking this time to rest before they would eventually arrive in the city of Alderport."
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"message": "**Melkaire Amarth**\n**City of Erillia, Aredia**\n\nFor months, the lone warrior traveled south from the Middlelands. Making his way across the land. In his wake, tales of his exploits were spoken by the travelers that crossed his path, ranging from merchant caravans to traveling families. They spoke of a mountain of man, brandishing only a blade as he engaged in combat with bandits and beasts alike- all in the name of defense of another. They regarded him as a barbarian, a berserker who seemingly became enthralled by the call of battle, a far cry from the stoic facade he presented during times without conflict. In spite of this, many of those who encountered Melkaire was grateful for his intervention. Those who weren't were likely those that met their end by his hands.\n\nA cool, soothing breeze greeted Melkaire as he drew closer to the city of Erillia. Graying clouds loomed overhead, nearly blotting out the sun. The temperature in the air was soothing for the man of sculpted brawn, finding himself accustomed to it by the span of years spent during his childhood in the highlands of Ibethiel. Long strands of hair in a dark, chestnut hue flowed in the breeze as it caressed the warrior's grizzled features like a lover's touch. Stern features laid adorned by the length of a full beard, with its strands reaching nearly down to his collarbone. Layers of fur and hide were woven into clothing dressed his figure, concealing the definition of sculpture beneath his vestments. Cerulean eyes scanned the sights of the city upon his entry, the sounds of rapping from the soles of leather boots pressing against the cobblestone path resonated during his trek.\n\n.\nIt wasn't long before the wanderer had come across a rather curious sight. There was a small commotion- a group of citizens ranging from various walks of life, gathering around a town crier. The clamoring voices made their words indiscernible individually. Overlapping one another in waves of emotions and ego. While some expressed their concern about what was to happen, others boasted that they were capable of heeding the call to arms. While closing distance, Melkaire happened to notice the exchange of fliers amongst the crowd and the attentive focus many held as they read that which was written upon them. His right hand lifted upward to his chest, taking hold of the thick, leather band that encircled his torso from over his shoulder, holding the sheathed blade that slept soundly at his back.\n\nAs he encroached upon the gathering of people, his stature and build were enough to merit a small distraction from many that were gathered. Their faces turned to the man, regarding him in a myriad of different expressions. It was easy enough for Melkaire to make his way through the crowd, as many were moving on their own, clearing a path that laid directly to the town crier. Their whispers carried through the wind touched his ears, many with inquiries regarding to who he was while others spoke of his appearance, regarding him to be little more than a savage. Wordlessly, Melkaire drew closer upon the town crier, coming to a stop just before the young man. An easing tilting of his head was drawn to his right while unblinking eyes merely stared at the crier's face. Keeping to his silence, Melkaire raised his left hand out towards the town crier with palm facing upward and fingers splayed out, a muted request to see one of the fliers that were being passed out and around. With parchment in hand, Melkaire turned about, easing his way out of the crowd, ignorant of the passing glances and gawking that was afforded into his direction.\n\n.\nThe warrior came to a stop, just several feet away from the edge of the crowd, Narrowing eyelids brought his sights to focus upon the flier, reading over it. The parchment he held spoke of a bandit clan that was wreaking havoc across the land and quickly amassing itself into a larger threat the more time had carried on. The indenture in the material form with the pressure of his grasp tightening at its edge, and the warrior's rugged features twisted into a look of contemplation. \n\n\"Hmm...\" Growled Melkaire softly to himself."
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"message": "Lady Vivian Agate\nCity of Erillia, Araedia \n\nSleek dusky hair floated within the gentle sway of the breeze, the pungent smell of crisp air and dirt flooded Vivian's senses. The young lady has been on the back of a stallion for a handful of days, traveling from her home town in Astoria. Her stallion making a few grunts as he trotted down a minor slope, Vivian's heart swelled with Anxiety as she neared the busy city Erillia. \n\nNever before was the youthful lady allowed to travel, let alone by her lonesome, her father would not have allowed it. Recently conquering his invalid system, she has proven to her unpleasant father that she could travel without aid. Vivian tilted her head up towards the overcast sky, admiring the stretched out clouds that hung above her.\n\n.\nVivian slowly removed herself from her companion at a nearby inn that contained horses, making her way into the center of the city. Many stares and unwanted eyes lingered on her petite form as she strutted towards near a large group of citizens. Many young men who were gloating and roaring about,'New found opportunity,' as she circled them. Vivian clutched her thick leathered hands, keeping her heart rate at an even pace before making her way through the roudy crowd. Her nose filling up on pungent hormones and foul smelling breath, she let out a small grunt when finding her way to the front. A young man stood screeching his lungs out, his words fumbling into a wordy mess. The people had started to pass around thin sheets of paper, torn and tatted as they reached her. She took one and made her way around the crowd once more before letting her emerald eyes scan what layed upon the sheet she received.\n\nHer paper had mentioned of a bandit group, a clan, that has gained terror. She lightly shook her head, strains of locks outlined her pale face, it flushed from her previous battle with the assemble just a couple feet from her. She let her hand caress the top of the paper, where layed the words, a cry for help to stop the people and demolish their standing camps. She let her plump lips form a sinister smirk, a soft chuckle escaped as she made her way to a small tavern."
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"message": "Marshal Otwin\nCrireton Fortress.\n\nHe hadn't expected people to be moving this quickly. A watchman called him from the wide turret looking out upon the designated camping field. There were maybe three or four active fires and a good thirty men spread about in small groups with their tarped wagons and glinting weapons. His eyes trained upon their faces and he could tell that this was going to be something serious. Both battle-heartened warriors and young, confused boys that probably got here without their poor father's awareness. He sighed and set both of his hands upon the stone railing and leaned into it to peer a ways further. \n\nUpon the horizon rode a shadowy mass of maybe five or six more people with *Several* Wagons. Traders. Those were the ones that always sniffed out the hungry and milked them for everything they had on them. It was going to be an eventful day. That much was for sure. He turned from the field and made his way through the keep and down into the courtyard where several free-agent knights that managed to get their hands on the flier had set up camp. He hadn't even *Heard* Of free-agent knights until earlier today when three of them rolled up to the fortress gatehouse and demanded they speak with Otwin.\n\n\"Good evening, you... Three.\" Otwin said to them as he approached. The three all unanimously turned their heads in one motion away from their wagon. The three were dark-skinned with bulged honey-colored eyes and stubbled faces. Hard to believe this lot was supposedly nobles besides their clothes. One stepped forwards and he assumed that was their elected leader, walking up to Otwin and extending a large, meaty hand. The three were strong-looking and had obviously seen a battle or two. Otwin grasped his hand and politely shook it. Up-down-up-down.\n\n\"You do realize the scale of people that are coming?\" The leader asked in a hushed voice.\n\n\"I suppose so. Say... One-hundred able bodies?\" Otwin asked, almost nervously.\n\n\"No. Try three-hundred. *Or* More.\" His voice was melodic and rang like a brass bell in his head. That was good to know. His scouts had said something about two or three hundred making up the raider group they were going to be attacking later on today. It would be a perfectly pitted match. *The two men talked for a while on matters in the realm and about the old fortress itself before another one of the exotic nobles stepped up and pitched in. While they talked, more men slowly began to show up and fill the impromptu campgrounds.*"
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"message": "**Melkaire Amarth\nCity of Erillia, Araedia**\n\nThe warrior's moment of contemplation soon became interrupted by scoffing sounds that came from two men that stood nearby. They were the rough looking sort, covered in dirt and grime, possessing visible scars along their scruffy features. One man, bald and lean scoffed at Melkaire, laughing mockingly at the man. \"Oi, lookit a' dis one!\" He spoke to the man of tanned complexion and scraggly sandy blonde curls that spilled over his head. \"He tryin' ta read, how adorable!\" The bald man teased while the other merely chortled along in amusement. \n\nAzure colored eyes turned to their corners, gazing upon the duo. Lips pressed firm formed the downward curve of frown. A slow, deep breath was drawn in while eyebrows furrowed above an angry glare. With jutting jaw, his teeth began to grind, a low growl emanated from the depths of his throat before he shook his head in an attempt to dismiss their childish behavior, and returned his focus back to the parchment. \n\nNot wishing to drop it, both of the men sauntered closer towards the warrior, an arrogant stride in their steps accompanied their smug expressions. \"Heh, must be a mute too!\" The other man finally chimed in, joining his comrade in insulting the much larger man. It was apparent that they were never told the cautionary expression of 'don't poke the bear.' \n\n\"I do not want to fight.\" Said Melkaire plainly, his head turning to the side to afford a direct glare upon both of them. It was not his desire to engage in an altercation, but the man was no coward, and there would be only so much ignorance he would be able to tolerate. The shift of his left boot moved slowly across the ground, rotating on heel while his opposing appendage moved just slight to grant Melkaire a well-balanced stance.\n\n\"Oh?\" The bald man scoffed, looking over towards his comrade and giving a nudge of his elbow. \"Check out ol' mountain man, 'ere!\" A motioning tilt of his head gestured to Melkaire's direction, \"Seems like the imbecile *Can* Talk, after all!\" The bald man's counterpart eyed Melkaire up and down, a slight upward curve at the corner of his lips, adding to his challenging glare. \"He don't look like much to me.\" Boasted the man, \"Just some misbegotten spawn from a union between a bear and some drunken whore.\" A laugh was shared between the two men, closing distance between themselves and Melkaire. \n\n\"Ye know...\" The bald man's features grew stern, clicking his teeth, \"...It's too damn bad. Ya see, I dun' very much care fer da way ye lookin' at my friend an' I, 'ere. So I'm's thinkin' we fixin' ta teach ye a lesson!\" \n\nHands balled into fists were quickly brought up, guarding the man's jaw. With a smile, he pulled his right arm back, sending his fist barreling towards Melkaire, throwing the weight of his body behind it. Melkaire's hand lifted, digits sprawled away from his palm that caught the blow. Immediately, the pressure from Melkaire's weathered, callused fingers quickly enclosed around the bald man's hand. With a quick and sudden jerk of the arm, Melkaire yanked the man towards him as Melkaire shifted his body forward, bringing his left arm upward to bend, striking the bald man in the nose, causing a eruption of the man's vitae to come spilling forth.\n\nFrom the side, his companion lunged, bellowing out a screeching war cry, only to be silenced nigh immediate by the thunderous force of the warrior's right, booted foot that collided solely into his chest. The blow came with such strength, that it had sent the man flying back, crashing to the cobblestone path, wheezing for air.\n\nMelkaire sighed, knowing that this petty little squabble was a waste of time and was ultimately pointless. With a groan, he shook his head, glancing back and forth between the two men. \"I told you that I did not want to fight!\" He stated. Eyes turned with a wrathful glare to the bald man, the one who started the whole commotion. \"Fools.\" He hissed, driving his fist to the side of the man's jaw, causing him to go limp and fall to the ground. \n\nThe altercation, though brief, was enough to merit some attention from the gathering crowds- the last thing he wanted to happen. With a look of visible irritation, Melkaire gazed upon the faces that looked back at him, shaking his head once more before he pressed forward, pushing his way through the onlookers towards tavern. It was best to get out of the open as quick as he could, hoping the crowd of the tavern would be enough to mask him for the time being.\n\nInside, the tavern was lively enough. Albeit small, the cacophony of voices and diversity of patrons was believed to be sufficient cover— at least until the commotion regarding the brief fight outside was settled. Taking great care not to further bring attention to himself, his pace was cautious as he attempted to navigate the crowd. Excusing himself as well as making apologies for those he brushed by."
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"message": "Lady Vivian Agate \nCity of Erillia, town tavern \n\nThe young lady has sat herself down at a rusty small table, her hands gently tugging themselves out of the restricting gloves she bored. She let an elegant finger slide over the words, letting what the flimsy paper had informed her. She hummed quietly as a man walked up to her, his scruffy bearded face catching her attention as he leaned on the table, causing a slight whine from the boards. \"Well would you look at that, how come there is such a beautiful las in a grungy old place like this hm?\" He hummed, his blue pale eyes traveling her form, hungry and desperate, until he saw the flier.\" Now why do you have that?\" He rumbled, his face twisting into confusion. She scoffed at his remark,\" Obviously I have no intention to continue the conversation you are trying to start. Please leave me be.\" She stated, her tone was firm and harsh. Little slivers of strains fell onto her face, outlining her heart shaped face. Her viridescent eyes snapping to his, the dark green pools in her eyes shifting and forming into a tsunami. \n.\n\nThe man didn't budge, he just tilted his head, giving her a cocky tone,\" Only men are needed, you would get eaten alive so don't worry about us big folk.\" He informed her, her response was rolling her eyes. \" I'm quite aware who I look like but you underestimate me and what I'm capable of. Now leave me be before I inform someone of your harassment.\" She glared into his blue eyes, her warning coming out as a sneer and threat for she did not want some air head man telling her what to do. The man grumbled and left but not without letting his eyes linger on her, she shivered. She let a sigh of relief out before ordering a small drink, a woman came shortly after with her glass and apologizing for the wait. Vivian took small sips and analyzed the paper, looking over every detail to know exactly what she would be putting herself into.\n\nShe never was someone to do dangerous things but with this opportunity she was over joyed, her body shook with anticipation and anxiety, and she loved it. She had a small smile on her plump flushed lips, her hand gently resting under her chin. She always thought of going on an adventure, to seek out what her father forbid her, to disobey. She was filled with curiosity and determination as she made up her mind, she was going to travel with the group."
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"message": "'The Raven' Anguri, Caravan Leader, Corporal of the 3rd Plume Wing\nCity of Erillia, Observing the Tavern\n\nA man stood poised at the very edgy of the tavern dining hall. Laughter flooded inwards from one end while serious-toned conversations about the mysterious flier came from the other. The Eetmoch house name hadn't been spoken in years and had remained in relative quiet. Some had figured that the house had simply crumbled and the family behind it had died. The true story is that Otwin was watching and waiting for a moment like this— a time where chaos reigned. A time where calling men to arms would prove to be the most clarion. The Raven watched, counting the men and women that were talking amongst themselves about the paper. \n\nThe Raven was called into action by Otwin himself and was sent to watch for those that were interested in the fliers that were 'accidentally' spilled everywhere. It seemed a little too perfect to be coincidental, but it worked. It was his goal to gather these people and safely escort them to the fortress. He was identifiable by caramel-colored skin, straight black hair that fell to his earlobes and a small patch of fuzz upon his chin. His eyes were nearly a sheer black and dangerous as they moved from one side of the tavern to another. He wore a green arming jock and cotton underpants beneath a quilted skirt. On his right pectoral was an iron badge of the Eetmoch coat-of-arms. If anyone was an extension of Otwin, this would be the man. He was temporary and silent with functionality coming forth as needed. His eyes narrowed as they settled on a man harassingly speaking to a much younger looking woman. Even from where he stood he could hear his bitter tones.\n\nHe pushed himself away from the wall and marched forwards towards the assaulter.\n\nAnguri was not a man to stand and watch when things got serious. He set a firm hand on the man that was talking to the woman and by a swift motion he spun the man around to face him. His eyes were stern and unfriendly as they focused on his face. Anguri was a young and threateningly charming looking man; dangerously roguish in the face with a professional flair. He cocked a brow at the man and said in a growl, \"I suggest you either leave, or I leave with your scalp in my hand.\" He said. He stepped close to the man to where their pectorals touched— they were almost the same height and their eyes burned as they crossed gazes.\n\nYes, it was a tavern, and yes, he felt the eyes of tavern patrons slowly turn and look at him. He was here on one mission and that was it; to gather people interested in the flier and go. This was admittedly more present— his Sergeant would understand and that's all that mattered. He was familiar of the harassments for his skin color and he stood by this woman fiercely for that fact alone— he related to that pain. His eyes moved from the face of the man to glance at her in a moment of comfort, then locking back on the perpetrator."
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"author": "thesyn1calone",
"message": "**Melkaire Amarth\nSmall Tavern in the City of Erillia, Araedia**\n\nAmongst those gathered within the tavern walls, watching the activity occur on the other end of the establishment, was Melkaire. The brooding, burly warrior stood still and silent. First studying the woman being accosted by some desperate miscreant. In all his years, during his time with other mercenaries, he could never understand what would compel a man to behave as such, doubting that such tactic was ever received with much success, if any. Narrowing gaze settled upon the shorter female, who seemed to be both annoyed and almost eager for the man to try and escalate the situation. She most certainly did not present the impression of a damsel in distress. \n\nNext, his attention came to the one who sought to intervene. Switching his gaze to the man, he studied the almost regal raiment he adorned, especially when compared to the layers of furs that clothed himself. What became the focus of his gaze, whoever, was the badge adorned on the man's arm, same as the one imprinted upon the parchment. \"Hmm.\" Melkaire mused quietly to himself, content for the time being to observe what transpired. \n\nThe bravado of the man whom intervened was noted. It became suggested to him that the man's deeds were not rooted with ill intent. There was a measure of kindness behind them. Lips pursed in thought, the ever subtle sight of a slight nod displayed in some measure of approval. Not that the man needed it from Melkaire. \n\n\"Oi! That's my friend!\" Called out a rough, balding man that reeked of alcohol. A stained, green tunic barely covering the man's portly figure, well-worn tan trousers bore other stains that likely contributed to the putrid smell. Melkaire's eyes turned to their corners, glancing at the individual as he turned to face the table, making his way into the direction of others.\n\n.\nWith a quick movement, Melkaire's arm ascended, bending at the elbow, and was sent thrusting back, striking the chubby drunkard in the face. The blow struck fierce, sending the man reeling back, colliding against the bar before toppling down, crashing to the ground. Casually, Melkaire turned his head, looking downward to the man. \n\n\"Whoops.\" Melkaire grunted with indifference. Lifting his head, he glanced over to the tender on the other side of the bar, and lifted his other hand, raising only a finger in the air to signal the tender's attention. \"Mead please.\" He requested, taking the opportunity to send his booted foot colliding into the fallen drunkard's face just one more time for good measure."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Lady Vivian Agate\nTavern in the City of Erillia \n\nThe fair maiden watched as the men caused a scene, her eyes boring into the man that dared the other, challenging him. She wasn't a lady in distress, she could make him regret his actions, as if on cue, another man yelled. His cry was cut short by another man, burly and broad, she watched with an unpleasant gaze as both of them 'handled' her situation. She let out a forced puff of air, a slight sigh escaping her lips, Vivian lifted herself out from the rickety table and strutted over to the men. She didn't need them fighting in such a public place, she let a gentle hand caress her 'saviour', her Emerald eyes staring into his own, pupils sharp and small,\" Don't.\" Was her only word to him, a warning of some sort. Her voice was cold and hard as she spoke, turning her head to the man that previously harassed her, giving him a seductive smile.\" Now now, you don't need to fight to show off,\" She said, her tone was low.\n\nShe made her way to the man, his scruffy light hair and scrappy beard made him look rusty. He was much taller than her but she lifted up her head, hands placing themselves on his chest. The man gave a smirk to the other, his ego burning holes into the man,\" Well look who came back, and I didn't even need to fight this dullard,\" He boasted. She let her smile get stiff, her hands running up and down the dirty man's arms,\" Well I didn't want him to get hurt, you Obviously would have torn him apart~\" She soothed, her voice was of silk and needles, her hands finding the edge of his shit. Vivian slipped her hands up his tattered and stained shit, running them along his back, she hummed as she layed her head on his chest. \n.\n\nThe man's face contorted with shock and distress, Vivians small frame trying to keep him from squirming too much.\" Now, I would suggest you leave~\" She hissed, her eyes staring into his wide ones. He was sweating, a permanent cringe was apparent upon his features, she tilted her head,\" I'm no damsel, am I?\" She cooded, the man struggled to get out of her grasp, he shouted,\" Let go of me Witch!\" He cried. Vivian's hands slipped out from his clothing with a smirk, the man darted through the crowd, hitting the man on the shoulder while doing so.\n\nVivian moved her gaze to the man before looking at her hands, they had a red tint. She sighed and walked back to the table that held her gloves, making sure she touched them instead of the table while slipping them on. Many people had given her stares, many were confused and many terrified. She made a small sound and sat back down, covering her face with a petite covered hand."
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"author": "dipp.",
"message": "'The Raven' Anguri,\nTavern in the City of Erillia\n\nThe one word of dismissal was all he needed. He shuffled away from the situation as quietly and as politely as he had entered it, slipping between tables up to the wall he was previously leaning upon. As he walked, however, he felt his shoulder sway as it was knocked into with the force of someone desperately trying to run. Surprisingly he gave it no further attention and simply continued to walk towards his claimed spot against the wall. \n\nOnly when he was comfortable did he bother to return his focus to the rest of the tavern. His eyes shifted to the *Massive* Man dealing with the drunkard, one behemoth stomping on another, that force could be useful. Same with the reserved danger of the woman. There was quite a lot going on, wasn't there? He was ashamed to admit such behaviors were pretty normal for this godforsaken tavern. Things would slow down and things would become an almost eerie level of quiet as everyone at the tavern reveled in the events earlier today. Anguri walked up to the barkeep. He wasn't one for drinking but he might as well to kill some time. He beckoned the woman behind the bar and spoke in a tone that not only was naturally quite bold, but hinted with an elegant and dark accent. \"One bottle of ale, please. Honeydrought if you have it.\" \n\n*An hour or so slowly crept. On.*\n\nAnguri had moved from the wall to stand close to the fireplace and was talking in a cordial chatter. They weren't saying a whole lot— the conversation circulating between himself, a bold woman wearing the clothes of a sea-whipped sailor and a man who he also assumed worked on the docks for his clothes and a white beard that looked like the pigment had been sucked out by the waves. The man with the white beard was speaking and Anguri listened intently. \n\n\"Oh yes! I have been listening to whatever I can learn about the pirates and raiders of this place for as long as I possibly could— and let me tell you, they change like the seasons do. Every now and again a clan dies and you would assume that's the last of them. But you assume wrong! They are neverending and I swear on my life, if I was as young as I used to be, I would go after them myself!\" The man said with a laugh. The woman he was with leaned close and murmured to him before the bearded fellow grunted. \"Ah. It is quite late for me— I need to get going. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you, young man. Your name?\"\n\nAnguri hummed. His smile was contagious and he bowed in a polite, somewhat sarcastic way. \"The Raven, sir. But you may call me Ang.\" Without much further thought, the woman and accompanying man stood up and left the tavern. How ironic of a conversation to have for what he had came here for. Outside, the midday was passing and the sky was colored a very pleasant baby blue with streaks of milky white clouds dashing it. Sun poured in through the windows and the winds were calm.\n\nCompared to earlier, the tavern was now relatively empty. A few games of Rook going on and some people talking and laughing over drinks. After a few more minutes of contemplative deliberation, he strode to the midst of the tavern and announced in not too loudly of a tone to seem attentive but more just like he was speaking to the whole of a tavern like a friend in conversation, he announced, \"For those looking to go to Crireton Fortress or generally just the eastern corner of the Hasso region, I own a small caravan and am taking up to thirty willing souls there. Is anyone interested?\" \n\nUpon speaking, a few men and women stood and walked to where he stood. There was maybe nine people standing around him and conversing to him with quietly voiced questions, to which he answered back in respective calm. It wasn't a large affair and people weren't crawling to him like they were with fliers. He was a quiet and thoughtful man and the procedures reflected as such."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**House del Occatona**\n**Roadside tavern**\n\nThe man running the tavern gave a shrug to Ollie \"I'll see if anything is left after I water the dukes men \" Before hurriedly returning to bringing the drinks to the assorted soldiers who were piling in. They mostly took the drinks into their waterskins and filtered back outside, dozens passed by as the hour wore on.\nMeanwhile the grey mustached man who practically screamed 'senior commander of some right hardy bastards' sat down with four of his subordinates and poured over things with some liquid courage by their side.\n\"We only got word of Delago's men reaching the eastward border yesterday, we could expect a rider from him in the next few days.\" One of the men commented, he was the most lightly armed of them all with only a breastplate and a sword by his side to show for, but judging by the bindings and papers about him he must've filled the duty of a general scribe,\nThe commander replied \"Delago can handle himself. We'll get the local baron to send his rabble to block off the outer limits of his land, they won't have anywhere to go but down to the stream crossing.\" He gestured with his hands inbetween a drink of mead.\n\"I wouldn't be so sure, these bandits are getting smarter, last two bands of them we managed to corner and eliminate really dragged us far back. If this fails we may need to pursue them into the woods.\"\nThe commander dismissed the concern \"I wouldn't wory about that, they are still bandits and no matter where we fight them we'll come out on top.\""
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"author": "wintersama",
"message": "*Ollie Frost*\n*Roadside Tavern, Southern Lessina*\n\n Grumbling a few curses at the tavernkeeper's response, Ollie reluctantly took a seat where one was free while waiting for his drink. The entire building had the stench of self-righteousness to him, causing a wrinkle on the bridge of his nose as it reacted by scrunching up a little bit. He had never been much of a fan of knights, or noblemen in general. To the common dandy, knights were chivalrous warriors who protected the innocent and fought evildoers. Ollie knew different, however, having a few run-ins with the armored noblemen in the past. Needless to say, his opinion on those in the tavern was not good. Regardless of this, he sat quietly and with no intention to disturb them. That was until he accidentally overheard them talking...\n\n Word of 'Delago' and his men proved little entertainment nor joy to him, assuming it was just another noble born who was leading troops, but when he got word of bandits he jolted out of his chair like a rearing horse. The wooden seat shot across the floor a few feet before abruptly halting, conveniently next to the grey mustached man no less. For a moment, Ollie couldn't formulate a sentence as adrenaline put him a small state of shock. Fortunately it faded a few moments after, allowing him to get a word out,\n\n\"Bandits?\""
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**House del Occatona**\n**Roadside Tavern**\n\nAs soon as the excitable Ollie slid over to the table featuring the array of rugged soldiers their senses came to a snap. The manner in which he flew into the conversation left them startled and prompted the nearest two men to draw swords and lay their hands on Ollie with shouts of \"Hey!\" \"Away!\" And \"Back!\"\nThe scene was very startled and hurried and before Ollie could formulate much he had two armed men threatening him and several others springing up to jump.\nWhen a great big clang rang through the air.\nThe commander smashed his now mostly empty mug of mead against the table with a shout of \"Cease! Cease! Order! Stand down! Stand! Down!\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Juliana de Barbaric and Anise de Lancret\n\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\n\nSunshine poured in through the open window and the sweet song of birds drifted on the warm, spring breeze that was laden with the scent of thousands of flowers in the garden far below. The room itself was rather large, certainly fit for the princess that lived within its walls. A four-poster bed with a canopy overtop faced the window so that, in the mornings, the sun would shine in on it. The stone floor was covered by a thick, elaborate carpet, a large tapestry hung on one of the walls, and there was a little seating area in the middle that consisted of a low tea table, a couple of settees, and stools. Along two of the walls were large bookshelves from floor to ceiling, with every one brimming with books, which were of course accompanied by a desk and a stiff-backed wooden chair. Near the window stood an empty easel, and in the corner stood a virginal. The top was open to reveal a beautiful hand-painted mural of the gardens below, while black keys with raised white sharp and flat keys stood at attention beneath it, all perfectly in tune and in order, as it should be. \n\n\nYet closer inspection revealed that this was not the chamber of any normal royal child. Everything was ornate perhaps, but a closer look revealed scuffs and scratches in most of the furniture, and everything had a worn, used look to it, save for the twin blue settees which looked as if they had never been sat upon a day in their life. To be fair, they hadn't, as Anise was restricted to only hard-backed chairs until she learned to sit like a lady with proper posture. The large wardrobe was devoid of all the finery that one would expect a royal child to have; in fact, it was empty of any clothes at all.\n\nThe iron lattice, although currently open, closed at night and locked with a key, the delicate vine pattern serving to keep Anise in place, while the heavy oak doors locked from the outside and were guarded by two royal guards at all times.\n\nThe princess herself was perhaps the most curious feature of the room. Indeed, she looked more like a peasant girl than a princess, clad in the rags that her grandmother had given to her after failing to keep her dress clean the last time. Her auburn hair, which had been put into two braids that went all the way down her back this morning, had already begun to slip free from its bonds, leaving the braids unruly and frayed. It was so very different from the coarse, straight, raven black hair of her mother and grandmother, a fact which Juliana no doubt further resented her for. \n\n\nCurrently, Anise was staring longingly out the window at the gardens below. With spring here, she found herself pining for the outside world all the more, a fact which she had written about extensively in her journals. She had even written a story about a princess who escaped from a tower where she was held by a wicked witch and then went on an adventure to save the kingdom from a dragon and was reunited with her mother! How she wished to feel the grass and dirt beneath her feet, to go racing through the gardens, and to not worry one bit about her posture and getting stains in her clothes! \n\n\nAnise had felt more stifled than ever since the previous stain test. As punishment, Juliana had placed her in rags, which in one sense was good as she no longer had to worry quite so much about staining her clothes; however, as it had been mostly paints that had been the ruin of the last dress, Juliana had taken away all of her paints and canvases, leaving behind an empty, forlorn easel.\n\nFor the moment, Anise was enjoying a brief break from her lessons and had the room to herself, which was rare. Next would be her lessons in etiquette and posture. The very thought made her wrinkle her nose in disgust! The lessons were little more than torture, forced to sit in the hard, uncomfortable chairs and tied to them so that her back was perfectly straight. It was, unfortunately, a daily occurrence, as were all her other lessons. Her days were a monotonous cycle of lessons and indoor activities, all meant to foster her into being a young \"Lady\", suitable for her future husband. How she hated that word! \n\n\nOutside her cloister, however, the plague had begun to infiltrate Araedia and sent a pall of fear over everyone. Even Juliana was not immune to it, though she hid it perfectly as she gave orders for how to best deal with it. Bodies and belongings of those afflicted were burned, herbalists were called upon to find a cure, and cities were quarantined, with soldiers standing at every gate to see to it that no one went in or out. Somehow, it still seemed to spread, and Juliana felt more and more that increasingly drastic measures would need to be taken. Of course, even Anise was not completely unaffected by the spread of the plague. The number of people allowed into her chambers had been reduced to only the bare essentials. A single maid to take care of her needs, and only three tutors: one for schooling, one for music, and one for general court etiquette; the art tutor had been promptly fired with the stain fiasco. Not surprisingly, Juliana had selected the most strict of the staff to stay on, and Anise found herself with fewer allies than ever before. She felt as if she were rotting away in this coffin of a room. It wasn't difficult to envision herself as a doll, or rather a puppet, clasped tightly by the gnarled hand of the queen, and with the plague bearing down on them, the queen's grip tightened all the more.\n\nAnise, as of yet, had not heard of the plague, however, so she assumed that this was all simply punishment for the stain in her dress and her poor etiquette at the last banquet, which had been several months ago. She had not seen the queen since then, nor heard anything of her. \n\n\nShe was roused from her thoughts by the sound of the metal latch lifting and the wooden door creaking open. Without even looking to see who it was, she left the window and went to the desk to pick up her penmanship exercises, of which her etiquette teacher was in charge. \"I finished my writing exercises last night, Master Drak-\" \n\n\n\"I have no interest in your penmanship exercises,\" Came the sharp, cold voice that interrupted her. \n\nAnise's already pale face went another shade paler as she quickly dropped her lessons and turned to face the queen, dropping into a deep curtsy before standing at attention and lifting her chin to meet Juliana's sharp green eyes with her own. \"I'm sorry, Your Majesty,\" She said, stumbling over her words a bit. \"I thought-\"\n\n\"I know what you thought,\" Interrupted Juliana once again. \"You clearly have not learned the etiquette to greet your guests and be attentive to those who enter the room. Now quit your babbling.\"\n\n\nShe shut the door firmly behind her and advanced upon Anise, who seemed to shrink even smaller as she approached. \"Stand up straight!\" She barked,then flipped open a small blue notebook to a page she had marked. The handwriting in it was unmistakable. \"Now, as I was saying, your penmanship clearly has not improved.\" She then held out the notebook towards Anise, holding it gingerly with two fingers, far away from her body as her nose wrinkled in disgust. \n\n\n\"Please, Your Majesty, I can explain!\" Whimpered Anise. \n\n\n\"Silence!\" Hissed Juliana, snapping the book shut. Her emerald eyes flashed dangerously, and Anise quickly fell silent and stared down at the floor. \"I have never read such drivel in all of my life, nor have I tried to decipher such terrible penmanship.\" \n\n\nHer voice was cold, icy, belying the fury that bubbled beneath. Though that was true for Juliana all the time, really. Whatever she truly felt was hidden beneath a mask that suited the situation, and the default was calm and cold. With Anise, there was really only one mask to wear: cold and contemptuous. Ever since the maid had stumbled across the journal that Anise had hidden beneath the mattress, Juliana had been fuming. The absolute stupidity she had found in those pages! The child's scrawl that spat out nothing but mindless dreams with no real substance. All of these tutors-all of this expense and education-and yet this was what the child thought of? She was meant to become queen in just a few years! The very thought gave Juliana a chill. This child, whether she took the throne or not, always seemed to signal the doom of Araedia.\n\n\"You want to go outside?\" Juliana continued, her voice almost taunting. \"You think I'm some cruel monster because you're not allowed to go out? You don't know what lies beyond these walls. You are completely unprepared for any of the challenges you will face out there! An addlepated child that is an embarrassment to this entire household, just like your mother. Well, luckily for you, I have the sense to intervene and stamp the foolishness from your head. I only wish I had done the same for your mother!\"\n\nAnise shook a little, tears brimming in her eyes, though years of practice enabled her to keep them in check. She knew better than to cry in front of Juliana! There would be no pity, not even if the tears flowed. \n\n\n\"Right now there is a plague sweeping through the countryside. Hundreds are dying. Thousands. It starts with a little cough, then they develop sores all over their body and blood pools in their eyes. Believe me, Petal, there are people that would give anything to be where you are. There are people that would kill to be where you are right now. The world out there is dark, and cold, and cruel. If you think you have it harsh here, just remember that I am preparing you for something far worse. I am preparing you for the day when I open the doors to the wolves. Your only hope is in your studies, and you best pray to Xolile that you are ready for when that day comes.\" \n\n\nThere was a brief pause before Juliana turned on her heel and marched to the fireplace, though of course there was no fire lit at the moment. Immediately, with her grandmother's attention no longer fixated upon her, Anise's posture worsened. \n\n\"I will be, Your Majesty,\" She said in as confident a voice as she could muster.\n\nJuliana tossed the book into the fireplace, making Anise wince and nearly start to cry again. All her sketches! All her journal entries! All her dreams and stories! Pausing for a moment, Juliana turned to look back at Anise, her perfectly penciled brow cocking heavenward. \"Will you?\" She wondered. \"With that posture, I somehow doubt it.\" \n\n\"In any case,\" She continued, grabbing a firestarter. \"The less foolishness that fills that empty head of yours, the more room there is for what you actually need.\"\n\nThe flame sparked to life. \n\n\"And I will see to it that I dispose of all nonsense that enters your life.\" \n\nWith that, she set the flame to the page, which eagerly tore across the pages, devouring them whole. \n\nShe watched to make sure that the pages were completely burned, then turned to leave. \"See to it that I don't have to do this again.\" \n***\nThat night, Anise cried herself to sleep, where her dreams were filled with visions of bursting pustules and rotting flesh."
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"author": "the_realest_pete",
"message": "**Leone Odoriga**\n \n**Ag Izono, Lessina**\n\nA stalker of shadows, Leone was trained as an informant of Araedia to not feel fear in the face of the unknown. So much stood true of him. But facing the known? Even in the known there is fear and danger to be had. And sending this message to the queen he had reasonable fear. Why being the bearer of such news as were written in the letter he did not strike much confidence in keeping his job with all he had to report. \nBut it had to be done now, he already arranged a courier, shadows were too near for comfort. In the last few days he felt as if he is being watched. Occasionally some mundane lowblood in the streets lingered around him a bit too long for comfort, a stranger in the shadows asking for a match at an inopportune moment. The marks were subtle but Leone understood this to be just the prelude delivered by a force that did not want him there. And so the letter went on its way to the capitol while Leone went on his zig zaggy way back to avoid being followed. \nWhereupon many days later the letter found its way to the High Bloom Palace where it was deciphered and the translated version delivered to the desk of the Queen and it read as such:\n\n*To your majesty I write following my return from the scouting operation to the grand Province of Lessina. Suffice it to say the impression it has left upon yours truly is... Intriguing.\nI would like to begin by saying that at the moment the state of the Duchy is acceptable, but I am afraid this is a fluid situation.*\n*To begin with as far as economy is concerned Lessina is still one of our major sources of economic strength. While it is away from our river valleys and does not produce as much food as other provinces this is made up by its significant production of industrial plants used to harsher soils, namely hemp. Lessinian hemp is renowned as much within our kingdom as it is outside and foreign merchants are eager to invest in the coming harvests. Majority of the food farming is along the southern parts of the Province while its heartland is primarily hemp, flax and grains along few lesser rivers which form the backbone of an impressive textile manufacture, wherever I went the one thing the local peasantry and even merchants and lesser lords always seemed to have on their minds is the textiles of which there is a great amount to sort through and are prepared and made year round. To the north it is mostly pastures to support cattle primarily done by a peculiar people endemic to Lessinan mountains who are of decidedly shitblood quality. This I say in spite of some quite vulgar rumors I overheard about them being ancient descendants of a Terrsolian kings stock. Rest assured such a connection no one right in mind and keen in eye could make.*\n\n*My general impression travelling through it was that of relative stability in the face of chaos. Duke del Occatona and his decrees which decidedly have about as much to do with sane thought as yours truly has to do with the lowliest shitblood crawling the earth, that is nothing, have brought in certain commotion so to say. The province is rich enough that any short sighted acts would not bring it ruin even with a lackluster governance. There is also a major issue of banditry. Source of all these bandits prowling the woods and mountains is unknown. They have organized to an extent and caused major issues on several occasions, but this is counteracted by the del Occatona household troop which has done an admirable job of pursuing the brigands, bleeding them dry in several major skirmishes. Indeed the men and knights of the troop have taken to calling themselves \"His Lordships Bushwhackers\" Which albeit unorthodox I believe is fitting and not to their detriment. They are led by one Austaf Pender a former Taemaran mercenary who has taken up post as Marshal of Lessina and leads the household troop in their efforts and with great success.*\n\n*But enough pandering your majesty, it is for the best I cut to the heart of the issue. For I do not think I can tell you much more than this. Someone or something must have had a vested interest in keeping me from learning too much and did a fine job of it. But the information I do possess is telling. It is my belief house del Occatona is not in fact facing a succession crisis as it has been commonly believed ever since their house has been reduced to the reigning duke. Information has come my way implicating that there are del Occatonan blood relatives in neighboring Terresol in positions of power who would have a strong claim on Lessina in case its throne went empty and potentially remove the whole province from our sphere of influence wether by peace or sword.*\n\n*Thus we come to the currently only surviving native del Occatona. After the disastrous cavalry charge during battle against the old rebellion which tragically culled the house and the infighting that followed Zelto del Occatona became the only heir to the throne. What rumors I heard and little I've seen of the eponymous Duke I can only conclude that his mind is... Disturbed. Tho he is twenty seven summers of age he acts as if mere ten. Led more by instinct than any rational thought he has proclaimed many a thing in Lessina such as requiring man sized holes be cut in houses to help light and air flow in, banning the singing of epic songs on mondays and hired his gardening staff based on the lengths of their noses. An erratic individual with no sense of the greater scope of things. Again I mist stress some force did not want me to delve deep and thus my knowledge is incomplete, but my best assumption is that the current Provincial governor Rolen Menti is the real power in the land. I see no other way for if Zelto had direct control the province would have been far gone by now. Rolen along with Marshal Austaf and Stewardess Aerada Sattianerio are highly likely to be the real power behind the province.*\n\n*Your faithful servant*\n\n*Leone Odoriga*"
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Juliana de Barbaric\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nJuliana read the letter while seated at the desk in her chambers, far from the prying eyes of court and guarded by three guards. Her lips pursed together into a thin line at all the bad news that it brought to her, her fingers gripping the paper tightly. The Province of Lessina was undoubtedly valuable, with all of the hemp and cattle it produced. It was a major economic boon to Araedia, and to lose it to Terresol, of all places!\n\nThis Duke del Occatona sounded like an inept fool, however, so he himself should pose little threat. The bandits would keep him occupied enough for now, along with the threat of the plague. At least, it would keep any sane man busy... The realization that the successors of the province resided in Terresol was indeed disturbing, but if they tried to take the throne and claim it for Terresol, they would find their heads rolling and their titles revoked. She would go to war before she just stepped aside and allowed the land to be claimed by a bunch of Terresolians, let alone ones with a dubious pedigree. The thought of even having to deal with their shitblood queen filled her with disgust! Granted, diplomacy was likely a better primary plan of attack, if it came to that. \n\nStill, she would need more information on this bloodline. If they could find an Araedian successor, that would be optimal. Or if an heir could be produced, somehow. Perhaps an Araedian woman of another household...\n\nShe shook her head and reached for a paper and pen, upon which she penned in perfect, delicate letters that belied the serious matter of which she spoke.\n\n```\nDive past the force and discover what is necessary. More of this lineage needs to be determined, and if possible, the arrangement of a more fitting heir is of the utmost importance. Notify immediately of any changes, and be prepared for new assignments.\n```\nShe did not sign the letter and kept it brief for the safety of the informant, who as of this moment would be a hassle to replace. She then had her reply sent to be encoded and then eventually delivered to the informant, while his original letter was destroyed."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```LADY ISOBEI de VALOIS\nThe Crooked Door Inn, a seedy tavern in the village of Mournewood, in the feif of Argentcour```\n\nThe hood was drawn over Isobei's aristocratic face as she stood at the window of the room rented at the no doubt lice-infested inn. She'd have to burn the dark cloak she was wearing to make sure she didn't bring any of it home with her, but it was well worth the sacrifice. Isobei had managed to cow her husband and her idiotic stepsons a few years ago, but more and more they made themselves thorns in her sides. She knew that they spoke, and for a time, she allowed them to do so. After all, it was _just_ talk — _just_ gossip. \n\n_But gossip has roots,_ and more than once in the last several months, that gossip had interfered, making a reputation that _preceded her_ and **Not** In a good way. \n\nOne of her men waited outside the tavern on the porch, sitting lazily in a chair and looking for all the world like any other ruffian. There was another inside, near the staircase that led upstairs to the rooms, supposedly minding his business with grog and a solo game of cards. Another two guards were inside the room with her — one having \"Joined\" Her in renting the room to give off the impression of a traveling couple, and the other had climbed into the room from the window. She was doing her best to make sure she was protected, for she was sure that her husband and his sons had finally given in and put out a contract for her head. Of course, those morons would quickly run through the money that would be left to them if she died and would turn Argentcour into a pisspot within a few years, but they only thought about short-term gains... Only thought about the ache in their bellies _then,_ and not of the feast they might have down the road.\n\nIsobei was trying not to be impatient. The Merchant who had given her the assassin's name had promised that the assassin would arrive tonight, within the hour. He promised that he would relay all the correct information, but Isobei still felt uneasy. With a light scoff, she moved away from the window. A watched pot never boils, after all."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*The Crooked Door Inn, Mournewood*\n\nAria had been almost baffled by the strange job the merchant Theis had signed her up for. This really was something out of her expertise, and it still was a concept she was wrapping her head around. Assassination? Had Theis finally lost his bloody fucking mind? Aria may be considered a murderer, but one of animals and beasts, not humans. Although, the money promised to her was the tip on the moral skill, as well as the fact that this target seemed to deserve it. \n\nIf she was being honest, it was the underlying curiosity that the young woman had. It had already led her this far into the world, what harm could taking the job honestly be? \n\nNow here she stood, eyes glued to the front of \"The Crooked Door Inn.\" The noise of drunk and rowdy men echoed out the windows and filled the night air. She took a risky sniff and quickly regretted that decision; it smelled of alcohol and terrible acts. But that matched the deal the girl was here for. With a shrug, she began to head into the building before she was then stopped by the seemingly resting man on the porch. He had moved rather fast, his body now blocked the entrance as he glared at her. She paused, then smiled and whispered \"Theis sent me.\" He nodded his head, finally allowed her inside and pointed toward the direction of the stairs. \n\n\"Thanks.\" Aria made her way inside, avoided the rowdy crowd while her gaze remained on the stairs. Of course, she was once again stopped by another man, where she relayed her message again. He then gestured up, muttered a room number. \"Thanks again.\" As she climbed up the steps Aria pondered how much she was getting into. Already the girl had run into two private guards, so obviously this client was quite important. *Bloody Theis, what did you sign me up for.* \n\nFinally, the hunter reached the desired door. There was silence, the only noise came from downstairs. With a heavy sigh, she knocked on the door. \"Hello?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```LADY ISOBEI de VALOIS\nAn upstairs room in the Crooked Door Inn, Mournewood, Argentcour.```\n\nHer head _whipped_ to look at the door in the same moment her guard drew his blade and the other near the door put a finger to his lips the moment after **Aria's** Knock resonated off the thin panel. The voice behind the door was _surprisingly_ feminine, causing the guards to glance at eachother, and then back at Isobei. A gentle frown touched her full lips, turning down the corners and making her noble brows lightly draw together in skepticism. A female assassin? Isobei supposed she shouldn't judge too harshly — after all, Isobei would have killed Marcus and his idiot sons _herself_ if she could get away with it.\n\nAria was made to stand through several quiet moments before the door opened. The shutters to the window outside was closed, and the guard gestured that she come inside. Isobei was seated in the only chair afforded the room given the tavern's low income level. The only other place to sit was on the bed. A guard stood just behind Isobei, and he scowled at Aria as the _other_ guard forcibly patted her down.\n\n_\"You came alone?\"_ Isobei asked the assassin, her sharp blue eyes taking Aria's measure. Whether or not the golden-haired woman found the huntress _wanting_ was not shown on her placid, cold features."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*The Crooked Door Inn, Mournewood*\n\nThe uncomfortable silence that followed just raised the nervousness of the hunter. She had considered abandoning this situation when the door opened. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, but she was greeted by the sight of a normal small room. However, the thing that made it not normal was the shocking number of people in it. Hesitantly Aria entered the room, and once inside the door closed behind her. Well, there went the last option to escape. \n\nAs she acknowledged her surroundings, one of the supposed guards moved and began to pat her down. \"Whoa! Watch those bloody paws.\" He glared at her as he continued his search, having ignored her protest. She huffed and remained still, a reminder that this job would provide money. *Think of the family, Ari. A snob is paying you to hunt down some other snob.* She lightly snorted as she also thought *Great, I'm getting involved in politics. Pa would have my head.* \n\nApparently happy to have found no weapons, the man stepped back and she shot him a brief grin. Her attention then turned to the only other female in the room. Oh yeah. This woman oozed nobleness and power. It almost made Aria cower, but instead the woman stood her ground. \"Yes. I don't think bringing along a party would improve the already unsteady impression you have of me.\" Aria bowed shortly, something she had witnessed many times with certain noble clients of Theis. \"My name is Aria. I would assume that you must be the client Theis told me of?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "```LADY ISOBEI de VALOIS\nThe Crooked Door Inn, Mournewood, Argentcour```\n\n_\"And you must be the... Mercenary,\"_ Isobei said, not quite able to make her mouth for the word _assassin._ The woman that stood before her didn't look older than Isobei was, although she had a far more plucky and light attitude than Isobei's imagination assumed a _killer_ would be. Perhaps that's what made **Aria** So effective?\n\nIsobei reached up and carefully took her hood off her head, revealing her perfectly immaculate hair do in it's decorative net, small, seeded pearls edged into the golden strands in order to keep everything in place. A glitter of gold shimmered for a moment at the base of Isobei's elegant neck; the hint of expensive jewelry beneath. Her long dark cloak was tied at the waist with a sash, hiding whatever gown Isobei might have worn beneath. Even so, the air of superiority and control was impossible to mistake.\n\n_\"You're not what I've expected. Have you done something like this before? The last thing I need is a novice making a mess of my request, which would immediately put myself and my children in danger.\"_\n\nThe guards remained still but vigilant, eyeballing Aria the entire time."
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*The Crooked Door Inn, Mournewood*\n\nShe looked over the woman, taking note of the obvious jewelry and gems adorned on the other. *Yep. Definitely noble. This is gonna be interesting.* Happy enough, her attention returned to the words from the woman. Already she felt the judgement and suspicion that came from everyone in the room. Honestly, she did not blame them at all. Aria did not fit the stereotypical assassin type. If anything she was more fitted to the jolly friend everyone looked to for a story and a drink. \n\nBut she owed Theis immensely. *I swear I am going to wring his neck when this is all over.* The hunter crossed her arms and softened her smile. It was time for business. \"I am quite familiar with jobs like this. I don't exactly have targets as rich and well-off as your's probably is, but a kill is a kill.\" Her eyes hardened as her mind locked on the mention of children. So there was more at stake here than assumed. \n\n\"Let me guess: you mentioned your children and your own safety, so I have to assume it is someone of your family. Definitely not one of your own kin, as I can tell by the lovely sum offered up.\" She pondered for a moment. Then she finally figured it out. \"Your fancy Lord finally ticked you off enough? That's got to be the reason you are calling upon someone like me to get rid of your beast. Theis only gives me important stuff like this because he knows I can get the job done.\" The hunter eased her stance, but there was an underlying sense of *Predator* In her gaze. \"I don't mess up my jobs. Whatever you need gone, I can guarantee that you will not worried about for long.\""
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"author": "ariamelody6835",
"message": "**Aria Griff**\n*The Crooked Door Inn, Mournewood, Argentcour* \n\nAs the woman made her way over, Aria noticed the guards on, well, their guard from her handing out the whistle. Honestly, the hunter was not an idiot. Even she did not have a death wish against this very obviously strong and powerful woman, so it was much better for all parties to go along with everything. Even if Theis was seriously getting a fucking headache from how much she was going to yell at him for this shit. \n\nIt definitely slightly amused her when the noblewoman took the whistle, since she was quite shorter than the would-be assassin. Oof, now that was going to take some getting used to. If anything, 'assassin' was not a job the hunter thought she would ever take. But here they were, in a old and smelly inn, the life of a petty bastard already promised to end with some coin and possible future employment. Great. Her ma would have her head for this. \n\n\"Of course, me lady. Those roads be some of the more... Dangerous paths ta take. 'specially at the nights.\" The meaning behind her own words rang out in the room as the agreement settled into the very bones of their souls. Each person in this room was now under a secret that was to be taken to the very grave, no matter what. Aria couldn't help but feel the weight settled into her heart, and the determination to get this over with washed over her. With grim eyes and a set jaw, she bowed before the client and stated \"I shall have 'im gone in a week. Less would be much easier on all of us.\" \n\nDone, the girl stood back up and threw a small grin to the other, nodded at the guard and began to make her way to the door. Before leaving, she turned back and stated \"A pleasure, and I hope ta see ya with better news.\" With this, the newly appointed assassin left the room, feet tracking their way out the inn and back to the woods. The only thing to show her path would be a falcon, soaring low to the trees."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Emil Pecheur\nThe Pecheur House, Erillia\n\nEmil's carriage ride to Erillia was uneventful, other than the time the coachman hastily hopped from his position and fiercely vomited onto the road, forcing the horses to come to a stuttering halt, which therefore caused Emil's expensive luggage to slide and bump into the seat facing opposite him, whose front had a nail sticking out of it that skewered his trunk and created a nail-shaped hole large enough to be visible to the naked eye and, needless to say, naturally prompted Emil to begin screaming and tugging at his hair most indecently. Once the coachman stopped his tremendous stream of vomit, wiped his beard, and took up the carriage horses' reins, Emil let go of his own hair and breathed slowly. The little clump he had managed to rip from his coiffure calmed him, and he felt his anger fade as he rolled it up in between his fingers and circled it round his hands.\n\nThe weather was balmy and pleasant. Sometimes, Emil would look out the carriage window and marvel at the sights before him: rolling fields with a myriad of flowers, a group of jesters all dressed as Queen Juliana, walking down the road in stilts, and a row of snow-capped mountains, all of which produced within him a sense of utter tranquility. By the time he made it to Erillia, Emil had completely forgotten the heaving, hole-provoking incident, and his heart was full of peace and longing.\n\nThe coachman dropped him off two streets before his destination, unreasonably complaining of a \"Traffic jam\", though the only traffic that existed was foot traffic, and even so very light (owing to the truly small heels and even smaller outsoles that were the latest fashion trend and which forced pedestrians to make as small steps as possible, lest they fall). After much grumbling, Emil exited the carriage, newly-holey luggage in tow, and walked for several minutes more than he should have in order to arrive at his family's house. He swaggered his way through the nonexistent crowds and panted only very slightly after carrying his trunk up several stairs before finally, after lifting the familiarly ostentatious door knocker, rapping against his house's door.\n\nHe let out one sigh of relief. It had been two years since he had seen his aunt and uncle and his cousin Esme, the latter of which was decidedly much more fun than the former. He was happy to see her and to update her on their situation (he didn't know whether or not she was aware that they had grown poor), but more than anything Emil was looking forward to a nice, big glass of wine, and perhaps someplace to store his insurmountable quantity of jam."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Esme Pecheur\nChateau de Pecheur**\n\nEsme began dragging her gift to the entryway when she heard knocking at the front door. Normally, she would have enlisted assistance from the help, but with the increased number of firings lately to save money, most of the house staff that were still around did their best to appear busy and essential, so Esme had to do the moving herself. Once it was positioned, she opened the door and immediately hugged Emil. \"Hi!\" Before he could say anything, she pulled him inside and backed away to gesture toward the gift. It was a wooden boy. \"I remember you once said when you were a kid you liked raisins...\" She leaned down to the standing wooden boy with its dead-eyed stare and twisted his ear, causing raisins to spew out of its mouth and scatter on the floor. \"Ooooh, better pick em up before the rats steal them.\" She said playfully, but still occasionally glancing at dark corners of the room. Esme stopped talking waited for Emil to react to her raisin dispensing gift."
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Emil Pecheur\nChateau de Pecheur\n\nAs soon as Emil knocked on the door, he was bombarded by his cousin Esme, whose hug felt like the grip of a constrictor snake. He knew this because when he was younger, he had procured a constrictor snake, naming him Charlie, and proceeded to keep him in a small cage in the backyard until one day, in a rebellious display of autonomy, he rudely wrapped his body around Emil's chest and squeezed him tightly. It was only when Emil promised to free him from his metal confines that Charlie let go and slithered away into the Araedian countryside. Last he heard, Charlie was living alone in the woods now, accosting unsuspecting deer and squirrels with his inappropriate hugging. \"Good riddance,\" Said Emil when he was gone. Now he thought of him only when he was hugged too tightly or possibly when he was in the throes of asphyxiation.\n\nAfter a most stimulating hug, Emil felt himself being shoved into the house. The sight immediately before him was more breathtaking than even Charlie's grip. Standing in front of him was a doe-eyed raisin dispenser, exactly like the ones he had dreamed about in his raisin-eating dreams (they had appeared more frequently when he was a child, though recently Emil had envisioned himself eating raisins out of the hands of a Cleburn impersonator and was most upset when he woke up and both the actor and the raisins were nowhere to be found). As soon as Esme twisted the dispenser's ear, Emil dropped to his knees and began picking raisins up by the handful. Only once they were all plucked clean off the floor did Emil stand up and pop a bunch into his mouth.\n\n\"'S good!\" He exclaimed, mouth full of raisins. After a few moments of loud, conspicuous chewing, Emil began to speak again. \"Oh, my dearest cousin! I've missed you terribly.\" He nodded and shoved another handful of raisins into his open mouth, continuing this pattern until all the raisins were eaten and he wiped his hands on his trousers, satisfied. \"Did you make that yourself?\" He asked, pointing to the raisin dispenser, which seemed to be looking right at him. He smiled gratefully back at it before turning to Esme."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Esme Pecheur\nChateau de Percheur**\n\n\"I missed you too,\" Esme said, watching Emil feed himself off the floor with more enthusiasm than expected. \"I didn't make it. I was passing by the home of a family that was about to burn it in their yard. I asked if I could take it. They said no, mentioning some rubbish about it being cursed. I held out a few coins that were loose in my pouch and asked again, and they let me buy it. I thought it seemed perfect. I'm glad you love it.\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Emil Pecheur\nChateau de Pecheur\n\nEmil listened to Esme's story with much trepidation. \"Cursed?\" He repeated, grimacing. He wiped his hands, still sticky both from the raisins and from a sudden torrent of sweat, once more on his trousers. Emil was not superstitious. Yes, he believed in faeries and gremlins and gnolls and even land sharks, but he also believed that they existed far away from him and from the rest of civilized society, so he paid them no mind except for when he would wake up, screaming from yet another nightmare of a land shark biting his shoes. \n\nCurses, however, were another matter. \"Dad's been talking about curses for months now,\" He told Esme, whispering conspiratorially. \"He thinks the *S.S. Guimauve* Is cursed, and that's why they're not catching any whales. I think he was planning on seeing a witch about it, but he decided against it when he saw that play about the three witches. You know the one? It's got a nifty dance number around a bonfire. They're touring all over the country, I think.\"\n\nEmil looked over at the raisin dispenser once more, whose gaze, which previously seemed quite benevolent, had suddenly turned menacing. \"Maybe it's like Charlie and we ought to just set him free before he sneaks up and kills us,\" He said. \"Or,\" He glanced at Esme, \"Maybe we could sell it.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Esme Pecheur\nChateau de Pecheur**\n\n\"Sell it?\" Esme said thoughtfully. \"I do like money... I suppose it's also still possible to eat raisins without a dispenser.\"\n\nEsme became aware of the rats watching them from the corners of the room, chittering wrathfully at the humans. They were violating the covenant, for any morsel that touched the ground belonged to the rodents. The rat king would not be pleased. \"Perhaps we should go to the market,\" Esme suggested, spinning the wooden boy's ear again to make more raisins fall, hoping it would make up for the transgression and let the Pecheur house be spared mercifully. \"Let's go.\""
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"author": "thornbirch",
"message": "Emil Pecheur\nRoad to an Erillian Market\n\nEmil nodded pensively as Esme spoke about the servants being dismissed. While he couldn't imagine wanting to work, he knew that shitbloods loved it, and he felt bad for them, due to the fact that they had now been deprived of their sole joy in life.\n\nWhen Esme asked him how things were going on the coast, Emil's face fell even further. In that moment, he looked very much like his grandmother, whose face, by the time she had died, had fallen all the way down to the floor. \"Dad's balding,\" He said, by way of explanation. The thought of his father clutching at his hair and screaming at the mirror made him smile, but immediately after, he frowned again. \"He's crying all the time. He even replaced the painting of the *S.S. Guimauve*.\" This, of course, was the most heinous transgression to his father and therefore the most indicative of his current, devastated state of mind.\n\nEmil continued his heavy, plodding walk for several more minutes. He did not, in reality, have much idea of where he was going because the glaring sun had caused him to squint most unattractively and, beyond that, deprived him of his sense of vision. By the time he noticed there was another person walking towards him, he was within several feet of her.\n\n\"Oh! Hello,\" He said lamely. Blinking rapidly in an effort to get rid of the hideous black spots distorting his vision, Emil adjusted the wooden boy in his arms, so that his beautifully-carved facial features were facing the stranger in front of him. Emil's merchant senses were tingling. Where, he wondered, shaking his head to clear his view of the remaining black spots, was Esme?"
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Esme Pecheur\nRoad to an Erillian Market**\n\n\"That's a horrible shame,\" Esme said as she heard the unfortunate things about her uncle. He had become weak, unlike Esme's father, who she viewed as being quite strong. It was a shame Emil hadn't been born her sibling. He might have inherited the strong bones of Esme's father rather than the twiggy, undesirable bones of her uncle. Then again, perhaps Emil's boney-bone bones made it easier for him to swim, whereas Esme often had trouble staying afloat.\n\nEsme came to Emil's side and noticed a woman approaching them when Emil greeted her. \"Perchance we make your acquaintance, muchly good,\" Esme echoed her cousins salutations in the customary way for ladies of Erillian social circles. She had a reputation to uphold, even for strangers. As she spoke, she displayed her gloves by extending her hands before her limply, for she dared not flex a finger lest she tear the delicate white lace."
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"author": "tizgrannysoap",
"message": "Cecilia smiled at the two and replied with a quick hello before responding to the girl's greeting. Shifting her sword once again she relaxed her pose somewhat. She wasn't sure how to introduce herself. She decided to settle on simplicity. \n\n\"Hello! It's nice to see some friendly faces, my name is Cecilia Lanchester.\" She dipped into a small courtesy after introducing herself. \n\nNow that she thought about it she probably shouldn't have told them her last name, but it's not like she can undo time."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nXavier's head bobbed as one of the suppliers discussed the harvest from the northern province of Estigard, taking note of the numbers and crops planted. They varied between regions each year to prevent stagnant growth overtime. The farms to the far west near Jacque were resting this season, but there would still be plenty of food. As the man finished, Xavier stood and closed his brown, leather-bound book, tucking it protectively under his left arm. \"Thank you. Before we conclude, I want to address the recent caravan attack on the way to Delekou. The loss is menial, thankfully, but I've increased patrol along the routes to be safe. When the time comes to distribute, we will discuss further measures of protection. Keep me informed of any changes.\" He requested, before moving around the table and thanking each of them for making the journey. It hadn't been too much to ask, given nearly all of them accompanied produce from the farms they managed after word of bandit attacks spread through the countryside. \n\n\"My lord.\" A quiet voice interrupted his boisterous conversation with a supplier and friend. \"The port master from Jacque is waiting for you in your study to discuss the distribution of goods.\" \n\n\"Ah, yes.\" The lord excused himself from his previous conversation, promising to join the man for a drink during their fall festival, before making his way to the study. Servants moved to a fro maintaining the castle while farmers and suppliers shouted from the corners about where to put the moisture-sensitive crops. Xavier chuckled good-naturedly at the organised chaos.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\"I will ensure you receive the dried food prior to your departure.\" Xavier replied, noting the date the Port Master intended to sail in order to reach South Feyshore and Astoria. He dismissed the man with a gentle wave and waited for his departure before leaning against his desk with a long sigh, temples throbbing. His mind was reeling with statistics, numbers, distribution plans, and protection protocols. Such was the time, but Xavier was beginning to feel caged in and overworked. Staying up most of the previous night had not helped. His eyes traveled to the window and he smiled at the bustle in the streets, the colourful fabrics billowing in the breeze as merchants called out for the public to buy their wares. There was, however, one figure in particular that brightened his smile when he noticed her sitting in the courtyard near the front of the castle. \nXavier locked away his book and ensured no important papers were on his desk before exiting his study to meet his wife in the courtyard. \"Teo, I will return in an hour. Please handle the suppliers requests.\" He called to his steward, who shook his head with a knowing smile. \n\"Yes, sir.\""
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"author": "oreru_sl",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nIf there was one thing Cadela enjoyed it was the outdoors. Even with all the hustle and bustle of the city, the woman all but lived for the gentle breeze and sunlight that caressed her sitting form. She sat perched on one of the benches that littered the courtyard her nose buried in a large, leather bound tome. Her eyes scanned the words of one philosopher or the other. It was unlike her but as of late Candela had been having trouble focusing on most things. Her eyes scrunched and slimmed as she willed herself to pay closer to attention to her reading. 'The weakest of men are the base of which we build the strongest of societies... The weakest of men...' Her brow furrowed in frustration as she'd read the same sentence for the umpteenth time, before sitting up and closing the book with a sigh. Perhaps there would be another time for reading. She thought whilst turning her head up to bask in the sunlight as her eyes slipped shut and the breeze surrounded her only to be brought out of her musings by the sudden cough, alerting her to the other's presence."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nThe peaceful smile on his wife's face as she soaked in the sunlight was one Xavier cherished. It was pure. 'How often do we forget to enjoy the simplicity of life?' He contemplated the thought for a moment before begrudgingly disrupting her peace with a cough. He stepped forward and pushed the book to the side gently, an eyebrow raising from its title. \"Enjoying the musings of people with too much time to think?\" He chuckled and gave Candela a light peck on the cheek. \n\n\"Would you care for company or is the sun more preferable?\" His tone was teasing, but he would understand if she wanted time for herself."
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"author": "oreru_sl",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nCandela marveled at the peace her husband brought with him. It seemed as though any frustration she'd felt towards her reading was washed away as he gentle pushed the book from her grasp whilst jesting about her choice of reading material. \"I'd like to think of myself as such a person.\" She said with deadpan as she internally reveled in the feather-light way his lips met her cheek. With a grin Candela stood up abruptly facing Xavier with playful glint in her eyes.\n\n\"I could think of no better company to share this day with.\" She flourished offering him her arm as if to beckon the man to her side. \"Walk with me husband?\" The request was more demand than question but there was always room for Xavier to decline if need be."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nXavier stepped back slightly as Candela abruptly stood, glancing at him with mischief in her eyes. The man smiled down at her arm before taking it, letting his fingers twist between her own until they were intertwined. \"Certainly. Though I can't imagine you have good plans with that look of yours.\" He chuckled."
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"author": "oreru_sl",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nWith an amused huff, Candela stepped forward guiding Xavier through the courtyard and towards the gardens on a path they'd walked many times by now. \"I haven't the slightest clue what you're hinting at,\" She started in a lilting tone, eyes meeting everything flower, bramble and bush but not her husband's face. \"I simply wished to take a walk with my better half... Surely I wouldn't be trying to escape from Lady Aleutia, her brood of noble wenches and their daily pissing contests.\" She mused trying and failing to hide the smirk that crossed her features. \"I would've kept them at bay with my reading but... Well you see how that turned out.\" Candela finished before quickly leaning her head onto the shoulder of her walking partner before righting it in a brief show of affection.\n\n\"Actually there's something I've been to ask you about.\" She stopped before turning to face Xavier and attempting to hide her uneasy expression. Candela had never been fond of making requests of people and her husband was no exception."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nXavier glanced at the marbled pink and yellow roses lining the walkway through the garden listening. He chuckled quietly, an amused smile lighting his eyes as she admitted the true reason behind their walk. \"Perhaps you should read to them next time. I doubt they would endure such torturous thoughts for long.\" He squeezed her hand affectionately when she briefly rested her head on his shoulder. \n\nHis eyes followed his wife's brunette head as it moved in front of him before resting on her deep blue eyes. Her uneasiness was not lost on Xavier and he tilted his head, curious. \"What is it, Del? Is everything alright?\" He had reservations about what she might ask him about but Xavier would save those until she explained. For now, he wanted to ensure she felt comfortable speaking to him about it."
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"author": "oreru_sl",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nCandela smiled reassuringly, the fond nickname putting her slightly more at ease then she was before opening her mouth to speak. \"Well...\" She began, stepping away to get a closer look at one of the marbled roses before moving to pick it. \"I was doing a bit of light reading when I came across a passage about a school of alchemy in... Azarya, I think it was?\" \n\n\"Wherever it was the passage was brief and not very informative though it did catch my attention... When I went searching for more material on the subject I was unable to find any. My upbringing didn't exactly allow for such reading to a certain degree but I was wondering if... Perchance you had anymore information on the subject?\" Her voice grew smaller as she came to a finish. \"It isn't as if I'm hoping to attend the school.\" She tried to reassure, \"I simply wanted to see their research and perhaps learn a few things from said research. But I understand if you're too busy... In fact maybe I shouldn't have asked at all...\" The words rushed from Candela's mouth, her cheeks staining red as she realized the mundane nature of her request. She ducked her head, cleared her throat and returned to her husband's side as if to continue their stroll."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nThe fields outside Delekou\n\nXavier had risen with the sun, unable to sleep after receiving the royal proclamation from the Queen. His heart was heavy thinking about the men and women - many of them friends - he would be sending to be \"Purified.\" The man scoffed quietly as he threw on a tan peasant tunic and a pair of dark brown pants over his body. *It is a massacre. A religious massacre.* \n\nRustling sheets drew his attention back towards the bed and his lips, which had been pressed together in a firm line, loosened to a smile as he watched Candela sleep. Morning rays danced on her face through the window, casting golden highlights through her brown curls and he couldn't help his hand as it gently carressed her face. She was beautiful to him still, even after the difficulties they had endured. \n\nCandela turned in bed and gently swatted his hand away, causing him to chuckle quietly and place a kiss on her temple before exiting their chambers to let her sleep. He needed space to think and the best place for that were the fields at dawn."
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra\nDelekou\n\nKedra stretched. She had fallen asleep on a thick pallet made from soft blankets. She slowly sat up, running her fingers through her dark hair as she slowly woke up. The sun's rays had not yet tipped over the edges of the buildings, so she stood up and walked over and dipped her fingers into the small bowl that sat on the table, getting a few of the nuts out and eating. She would have to go hunting today. \n\nShe quietly exited the dark house, creeping along until she was well away from it. She needed to get far enough away that there was no risk of anyone seeing her shift. Yet, as she walked out into the fields, she noticed a man walking out alone. Had Etri been here he would have toyed with the idea of killing him. She would never, though. She cursed aloud as she kept walking, frowning once she realized he was on a path that would intersect hers. However, it would be strange if she turned course now."
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nFields outside Delekou\n\nXavier sauntered through the empty fields feeling grateful for the harvest of the past year. It had been less than usual, but the plague had killed many of their workers and irrigation problems had led to the death of a number of crops. *A problem for another time.* \n\nIn the distance, Xavier noticed a figure walking through the fields. He couldn't make out much with the morning fog, but the shape was undeniable. His head turned behind him to acknowledge the two guards and swiftly gave a signal to be prepared should something occur. As they grew closer, Xavier made out the figure of a woman and felt himself relax slightly. \n\n\"It is unusual to meet someone on my morning walks.\" He greeted with a gentle smile. \"What have you come out here to escape from?\" He asked teasingly."
},
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra\nDelekou\n \nKedra turned as he spoke. Her soft blue eyes searched his face, but she did not know this man. Was he just being kind?\n\n\"We all are escaping from something, no? I'm just escaping boredom, I guess.\" She said, smiling softly. \n\n\"What might you be escaping from?\" She asked, noticing the guards behind him."
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nFields outside of Delekou\n\nXavier nodded at her response, thoughtfully. \"Indeed. If not something physical perhaps from a busy mind.\" He noticed her glance towards his guards, but decided to ignore it. He knew his guard made some uncomfortable, but it was an unfortunate reality. \n\n\"Responsibility.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra \nSome fields outside of Delekou\n\n\"You must be important then.\" She said with a smirk. She waved at the guards behind him, knowing there was no way for them to know what she was. \n\n\"I guess everyone must escape responsibility here and there. It is a beautiful morning, and there is no time like the present to enjoy it.\" She said, making small talk. \n\n\"What's your name?\" She asked softly."
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nFields outside of Delekou\n\n\"Everyone is important.\" He countered gently with a smile, which was followed by a chuckle as she waved to the guards. \"You won't get a response from them, I'm afraid. They don't take well to strangers.\" He finished with a wink. \n\nXavier extended a hand to the woman as he introduced himself, \"Xavier. And you are...?\""
},
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra \nDelekou\n\n\"Not everyone, fortunately. If everyone was important than no one would be.\" She said, shaking her head. \"However, you are, and that's all that matters.\" She said, reaching out for his hand, taking it in hers. It was softer than she had anticipated. \n\n\"I am Kedra.\" She said, smiling. \"Pleasure. So what sort of... Responsibility are you running from? You must be important if these... Guards are following you around.\" She said, letting go of his hand."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nFields outside of Delekou\n\nHer hand felt rough, though not unusual. Many people who worked in the fields had hands with similar texture. Xavier maintained his pleasant demeanor as she pressed for his occupation. It irked him that all she seemed to care about was the importance. Xavier despised being used as a pawn. He wanted authentic relationships with people and to be seen as someone on the same level. In some ways becoming the Lord of Delekou was more of a curse than a blessing. \n\n\"I...\" He paused for a brief moment before answering. \"I'm one of the lead innovators for the irrigation systems of the fields. That's not all, of course. I helped design and construct many of the systems used to organize goods and transport in Delekou.\" He smiled sheepishly, though clearly having pride in what he accomplished. \n\n\"Despite your denial, you do something important too.\" He smiled. \"What is it?\""
},
{
"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra \nDelekou\n\nShe studied the man standing in front of her. He seemed upset, like something she had said had offended him. To be fair, she didn't really want to be in this conversation. Her mind was out hunting, searching for her next meal. \n\n\"I arrived into town not long ago, so no, I do nothing important. Not yet, anyways.\" She said, avoiding his question slightly. To be fair, she didn't really do anything important. She just kept her brother from killing the entire town. \n\n\"Your designs are impressive. I've never seen someone use systems of ropes as you do. However, your fields could be worked better if you minimized the amount of children being used. They are too young to do what I've seen them do.\" She said softly."
},
{
"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\nJesper couldn't help the small sigh that escaped him as he watched his men fight, if it could even be called that. The men were more or less having a drunken brawl, while stone cold sober. \n\n\"The fuck is going on here.\" He called loudly, his voice carrying through the small courtyard they were standing in.\n\nThe resounding shouts as the men snapped to attention was all Jesper needed. With a shake of the head he waved his hand and watched them scramble, laughs about who owed who drinks at the tavern filling the air as they walked away. A courier came scrambling up to him as he made his way down the hall, telling him of the Queen's summonings. Jesper waved the boy off and made his way to the Queen's study, a pit forming in his stomach as he made his way.\n\nWith a quick knock at the door he slipped inside, bowing at the woman. \"You called for me, Your Majesty?\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Julianna de Barbarac\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\n\"Yes,\" Julianna replied, looking up at him from her desk. \n\nHer hair was pulled back into that signature severe bun, giving her a stern, almost headmistress look. Surrounded by her books and papers, which were stacked high on her desk after a long night of work, she certainly looked as if she were ready to school someone.\n\n\"Please take a seat,\" She continued sternly, motioning to the chair across from her. \"We have important business to attend to, and we musn't waste any time with pleasantries.\"\n\nShe shuffled some papers around on her desk, eventually uncovering a scroll. Written in her own hand, it contained the official orders for Jesper and his men, as well as the declaration that would be shouted in the streets to let the people know what was required by Xolile."
},
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\nJesper slipped into the seat he was offered, raising a brow as he saw he moving papers around on her desk before settling on one. \"Of course.\" He nooded at the scroll in her hand. \"I assume it has something to do with that?\""
},
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Julianna de Barbarac\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\n\"Correct,\" She replied, handing the scroll over to Jesper. She was curt, bordering on brusk, but really she was just all business. None of the fear and worry could show here, in front of her head knight. Any of her own unease, if she let it show, would show in the guards' work.\n\n\"I have received word from The Circle, for how to end the plague. Everyone that has been infected must be rounded up and make a pilgrimage, where they will be purified and sacrificed. There belongings must be burned. Anyone that refuses to make the journey must also be burned, or all those around them will suffer.\""
},
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\nJesper easily accepted the scroll she handed him, browsing it for a second, before he felt the pit in his stomach drop as she spoke. Keeping his unease at the situation off his face, he licked his lips, wondering when they became so dry.\n\n\"Understood.\" Jesper's reply was clipped, an edge to his tone that he almost winced at. \"When must this be done?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nFields outside of Delekou\n\n\"How have you enjoyed it so far? You'll likely still find plenty of festivities in the taverns. The festivals may be over, but they will last for months in the heart of the people.\" \n\nAn eyebrow rose as she mentioned his pulley system, though it was quickly followed by a frown at the mention of child labor. \"No child is required to work the fields, in fact their education is far more important. Well, that is what I think, though such things are not handled by me.\" He shrugged. \"I simply design and execute.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Julianna de Barbarac\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\nHer eyes searched his face, sharp and piercing with wisdom and discernment. Try as Jesper might to hide his unease, she was a shrewd woman, noting every little detail, from the way he licked his lips to the edge in his tone to the flicker in his eyes as he read the paper. Though, in all honesty, part of the reason they were so easy to see was because it was a reflection of her own sentiments.\n\nShe didn't let that show, however. Much older than Jesper, at this point, she had for more experience in guarding her true thoughts and feelings from the world. It would do Jesper well to learn the same.\n\n\"Immediately,\" She replied, rising from her seat. \"We cannot waste any time. Xolile has given us a gift, and it would bring us all much more grief if we were to refuse or hesitate. We must show our devotion.\"\n\nShe looked down at Jesper, her face hard and stern. \"I trust I won't see any weakness and hesitation from you? After all, the weak must be culled from the herd...\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Jesper Kyr\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\nA small nod was all that Jesper offered, the muscles in his neck tightening a bit as he made to stand, depositing the scroll back onto her desk. \"Of course not, Your Majesty. So long as Xollie wills it, it shall be done.\" He ground out, standing tall. \"If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave and prepare my men.\"\n\nJesper offered a small nod to the woman before he left the study, making his way down the hallway. Once he felt far enough away from the room he leant back against the wall surrounding him, the corridor feeling much to tight for the man. His head impacted hard against it as he stared blankly at the ceiling, the pit in his stomach having given way to a hollow emptiness as he thought about the task ahead of him."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nHerb Garden outside of the Thèvenet Household\n\nPeppermint. Lemon Balm. Next was thyme. Jasmine would move to harvest it from the large springy bush beside her. She stood up from her crouched position, brushing off her garden's rich soil from her dark blue dress as she made her way over. She took out her small scissors and began to snip off lengths of the fragrant herb, placing each carefully in her basket.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Asked a voice beside her, causing her to startle slightly. Normally the servants knew that Jasmine liked to pick her own herbs, despite their constant offers to do it for her. She knew the voice well, and knew who it belonged to.\n\n*Elroy.*\n\n\"Hello darling,\" She said sweetly, in what she hoped was a charming manner. She saw her husband's dark green eyes travel from her messy braid, to her dirtied dress, and finally rest on her face. Did she have dirt on her cheek? With Elroy's expression, she assumed so."
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet\nGreenhouse on the Provincial grounds\n\n\"Drills this afternoon, Andrè.\" Elroy ordered, handing his sword from an earlier fight to the squire of his second in command. \"If they are late this time demote them - I don't care who it is.\" Andrè nodded solemnly, wiping his sweat stricken face with a stained towel. \"Understood. They will be ready.\" \n————————\nHaving cleaned himself up, Elroy sat at his desk in the study pouring over a collection of history books. He had spoken with Marcus during his latest visit home and they agreed on the need to change their military structure. Elroy had taken it upon himself to study other structures and write up a proposal for Queen de Barbarac. His studies were interrupted by a knock on the mahogany door. \"What is it.\" He asked gruffly, not bothering to look up from the book open in front of him. \n\"My lord, a letter came from Erillia. It bears the royal seal.\" Elroy pointed to the desk, indicating where to place it before dismissing the messenger with a wave. \"Shut the door.\" He demanded. A letter from the Queen rarely bode well, though Marcus, his son, had not reported anything of note earlier. The words of the declaration burned his vision and his mouth pressed together in a frown. The price for their failure was high, but he wasn't sure how willing the people would be to pay this price. *If they don't, then they will be removed.* \"Xoliles will be done.\" He whispered into the striking silence.\n\n————In the greenhouse ————\nHe inwardly smiled as she jumped before glancing her over and raising a hand to gently wipe a dirt stain from her cheek. \"The servants can gather the herbs for you.\" His hand had dropped to his side as his eyes searched hers. Jasmine was a healer and adept in her craft and Elroy knew she wouldn't take the news of the pilgrimage well. It was a necessity, yes. They had to show their loyalty to Xolile and rid themselves of the plague that had killed thousands of Araedians."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra\nFields outside Delekou\n\n\"I've heard rumors, whispers floating around the edges of civilization of what some call a man, and others call a hero. Even more call him a terror. Tracked the stories all to one place. Here. I also met his son. Not much of a hero, I guess. Not if he leaves his own son.\" She said, sighing. \n\n\"Though is anyone a hero these days? With the plague, wars brewing everywhere, and a council of important people meeting god knows where, there haven't been any good signs. I must admit that things are not looking good right now.\" She said, before her stomach began to rumble. \n\n\"Thank you, however. For your time, of course. And if you ever see him again, please tell him that there are people out there wishing to meet him.\" She said, before turning to walk away."
},
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nHerb Garden outside of the Thèvenet Household\n\n\"I know very well the servants can gather them,\" She replied gently as she stood up, the small basket in her hand. \"However, it gives me a sense of peace to pick them by hand.\" She smiled over at him. \"Such a lovely place, this garden. It makes me think of when we used to...\"\n\nHer voice trailed off as Elroy's dark green eyes searched her face. Though he tried to keep his expression neutral, she could sense an underlying tenseness about him. There was a problem ailing him. Something beyond the normal battle tactics or training problems.\n\n\"Something is troubling you,\" She stated calmly as she looked up at him. She reached up and rested her hand on his bicep. She felt the hardness of muscle under her fingers. \"What is it?\""
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nFields outside of Delekou \n\nXaviers eyes widened in surprise. \"A son?\" He grimaced inwardly at the thought of leaving a child behind. \"Do you know who it is or where I can find the boy?\" His eyes held a sense of urgency. Though Levi had left many years ago, Xavier felt responsible for checking in on his alleged child. \n\nThe man sighed as the woman listed the disasters of the current time. He agreed. It was a disaster and the solution was not one he wanted to see through. *'The solution to one disaster.'* Xavier, however, concealed his feelings and expressed a sympathetic smile. \"Xolile will light our way. There is always hope in its flame.\" \n\nShe thanked him for his time, it before she could leave he called for her. \"Wait! I will ask about Levi, if you wish. How can I find you to relay information?\""
},
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Kedra \nFields\n\nKendra's warm smiled showed her bright teeth as she turned. \"His mother's name is Rhesa, I believe. She stays near the edge of the fields we now stand on. I will return to her home later, as she has invited me to stay for a few days.\" She said, turning towards him again. \n\n\"Though if you wish to reach me, all you have to do is send a letter to the house on the hill nearest to the oldest tree in all of Araedia. I will respond as soon as I can.\" She said, frowning. The sounds of the wildlife waking up was making her almost sick."
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet\nGreenhouse on the Provincial grounds\n\nElroy noticed his wifes expression change and shook his head. She had always been able to see through his facade. In many ways, she was the only one who saw him as a whole man. His men saw a leader and comrade. The court, a cold military lord. His son, it seemed, his superior. Their relationship, while not sour, was only cordial. \n\n\"I received a letter from Erillia.\" He sighed, holding up the letter penned in the Queens hand. \"Read it.\" Elroy watched Jasmine closely for her reaction as her eyes scanned across the paper."
},
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nGarden outside of the Thèvenet Household\n\nJasmine felt a cold sensation wash over her body as she saw the letter in her husband's hand. She took it, and after another look at him, read it. A numb wave washed over her as she digested its contents.\n\nThose who have the plague must be purified by fire. Their possessions burned. \n\nA phrase in the letter cleared the haze in her mind, a strong anger searing into her heart.\n\n*A holy pilgrimage.*\n\nJasmine's mind flashed back to her days in the Trials before she could stop herself. Horrible, indescribable events. The agony. The hopelessness. Her mind drifted to what was to be. Screams of men and women, wailing children. Burned alive as a sacrifice. And the Thévenet family was to be responsible for carrying the order out. Her body began to tremble, but she quickly made herself rigid.\n\n*A holy pilgrimage*, the letter taunted her, the words burning into her entire being.\n\n\"I see,\" Jasmine said quietly, handing the letter back. She could not meet his eyes. She didn't want Elroy to think the hatred in her face was directed towards him. He was devout, a loyal subject to Xolile. Her husband was a good man. And she loved him.\n\nBut he knew nothing about the horrors that she, and countless others, had faced at the hands of that \"God.\""
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nElroy's trained eye saw her tremble and his arm enveloped her waist pulling her a bit closer to him. His eyes searched her face, worried. She handed the letter back, but refused to meet his eyes. \n\n\"Jasmine.\" He lifted her chin with his hand to meet her gaze and when he saw the fire in them it trailed down to her collarbone where the scars from her trials began, though they covered her entire body. Elroy had only inquired about her Trials once and it was then that he saw a similar fire. They had shared many things with one another, but she had never offered the information and he had never pressed her for it. If the scars were any indication, it was a traumatic experience."
},
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet\nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nAs soon as Elroy pulled her closer, Jasmine felt a strong urge to cry. To be comforted. To have his arms wrapped around her, and for him to tell her that everything would be alright.\n\nBut she could not be weak at a time like this. Tears would solve nothing.\nAnd everything would not be alright.\n\nAs he tilted her head for their eyes to meet, she saw his concern for her. And something else.\n\nResignation.\n\nDespite the obvious trouble the letter had caused him, he had already carried out the order in his heart. He would do it. He would carry out this most-holy massacre.\n\n*Ah,* She thought numbly. *Then there is nothing I can do, is there?*\n\nYet again, she helpless to save innocents from The Circle's grasp.\n\nHer husband's expression changed, and his arm around her tightened. Jasmine realized that a tear was falling down her cheek."
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nThe tear rolling down his wife's face broke his heart and Elroy had to fight his urge to push down the emotions. She deserved better. Silently, he pulled her into an embrace, arms wrapped comfortably around her torso. \n\n\"You did your best.\" He whispered in her ear, a hand reaching up to gently stroke her hair. Pulling back slightly he lifted her chin again. \"You cannot save everyone.\""
},
{
"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine let herself be held in her arms as his words echoed in her head. \n\n*\"You cannot save everyone.\"*\n\n...But what if she could?\n\nHer mind raced for a solution, and an answer donned on her almost immediately. La Gruador was a highly respected hospital and healing facility, and she was its head. Yes. There would be a way where they could be saved by medicine instead of fire.\n\nIt could work. *It had to.*\n\n\"The Queen,\" Jasmine whispered as Elroy stroked her hair. She felt his hand freeze. \"I need to seek audience with the Queen.\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\n*I need to seek audience with the Queen.* Her words set off alarms in his head and he calmly pushed her back. \"You know how difficult that can be. What for?\" \n\nElroy was being polite. He could see why in her eyes. Jasmine believed she could cure them all and spare them from their death. The answer would be no. Though he tried to push it down, Elroy could feel fear rising in his throat, threatening to stumble out with excuses. The answer, however, was simple. Juliana would kill his wife."
},
{
"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\n\"I may be able to sway her,\" She said calmly. \"You've seen what La Gruador is capable of. Perhaps-\"\n\nShe paused, her mind still racing.\n\n\"Perhaps they will think that Xolile has given me a gift they can use. A gift that they did not consider before ordering the pilgrimage.\" She knew her voice was beginning to show her desperation, but she no longer had the strength to hide it. \"I must try.\""
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\n\"No.\" His eyes hardened and his grip around her arms grew stronger. \"Jasmine, you and your students are capable of incredible feats, but this is not something you can cure.\" His eyes searched her face for understanding but he only found stubbornness. \n\nElroy shook his wife, raising his voice slightly. \"Promise me.\" He demanded, fear flashing through his eyes, terrified she was going to be reckless."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nHe was hurting her with his grip. The pain brought back her reasoning, which was lost in her desperation. He was right. The Queen would not listen. Talk was meaningless without results.\n\nBut what if she studied it? Surely there must be a cure. If she could just get a few patients-\n\n\"Promise me.\"\n\nShe felt herself being shaken, Elroy's hands tight on her shoulders, his fingers tearing into her flesh. She saw no longer worry, but fear in his eyes. He thought she would be killed if she spoke against The Circle, or Xolile, in any fashion.\n\nShe couldn't promise that she would not try another way, but she knew that talking to the Queen was useless.\n\n\"I promise,\" She whispered, staring up at him."
},
{
"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nElroy nodded solemnly, letting go of her shoulders, his arms falling to his side. \"Good.\" His eyes traveled to the plants she was cutting earlier and he contemplated his own next actions. He didn't want to be a part of so many deaths, but if Xolile willed it, he would obey. \"I need to prepare our troops.\" He replied calmly, though there was a steel edge to his tone. \n\nElroy looked back and his wife and let his arm snake around her waist, pulling her closely against him once more. \"I love you.\" He whispered against her lips, kissing them gently. As he pulled back, his hand tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear. Elroys gaze grew serious. \"Do not put us in a position I cannot get us out of.\" His words, while vague held secret meaning. If his wife put herself in the path of the Queen with such thoughts there was little he could do to protect her."
},
{
"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nJasmine felt a wave of emotions as Elroy kissed her. Frustration. Pity. Love. Longing. Horror.\n\n*Loneliness.*\n\nIf she caught the Plague, would he also so easily give her up to the flames? Would he sit in quiet agony as she was burned at the stake?\n\n\"I love you.\"\n\nHe said other words after this, but Jasmine didn't care to notice what they were. *\"I love you,\"* Her husband had said. It was a phrase he showed through daily actions, but said rarely. Normally such words would make her heart sing, but now they only made her sorrow more heavy.\n\n*\"I know you love me,\"* Jasmine thought, staring at his broad chest. One that would carry the blood of so many innocents. Though it was the Queen's decree, it was his command which would see it through. *\"And you love your people.\"*\n\n A sadness pierced her heart as she saw her husband's serious, resolute expression.\n\n*\"But your loyalty to Xoliles seems to be driving your actions now, my love. That and fear.\"*\n\n*\"And I love you. But you are a fool.\"*\n\nA fool.\n\nShe wrapped her arms around his neck as she hugged him, resting her cheek against his strong shoulder. Her expression had changed. It was now hardened, determined. Calculating what her next move would be. And she knew if he saw it, it would frighten him.\n\nAs he did what he believed was right, she would be doing what *She* Believed was right. She did not think she could live with herself if she did not attempt to help her people in someway. She had to try, and she had to before it was too late.\n\n*\"But I'm sure that soon,\"* She thought as she held close to her husband, *\"You will think me a fool as well.\"*"
},
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nBladegarden, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nElroy held his wife tightly around the torso aware of how inappropriate the action was in public. At the moment, however, he didn't care. The man knew what he was asking of her would be difficult. \n\n*'In fact, I don't think she will fully comply.'* Elroy was not a fool. Normally he would not take measures to ensure that she comply with his wishes - she had never put him in a position to need to. Today she had. The lord gently removed her arms from his neck and pushed her back with a forced smile. \"I'll leave you to torture the servants by making them watch you harvest your herbs. See you at dinner.\" \n\nHe left her in the greenhouse to seek out his second in command, Andrès. \n\"Have you never ridden a horse boy?\" The brawny, dirty-blonde general asked exasperated as a boy in the stables undid the saddle straps for the third time. Elroy smirked watching from the stable gates as the boy rushed to undo his saddle straps and tighten them. \"Andrès.\" The general glanced at Elroy and nodded before turning back to the squire. \"Learn it or you'll find yourself dead in the next lesson.\" The boys face paled. \"Y-yes sir.\" As Andrès made his way to Elroy the lord began to walk away from the stables to give them privacy. As he slowed, Andrès spoke. \"My lord?\"\n\n\"Which men are a part of my wifes guard?\"\n\"Theo, Nasir, Braxle, and Credence. Have they done something?\" \n\"No.\" Elroy shook his head. \"I want to be informed of her movements. Quietly.\" \n\"They will communicate through me.\" Andrès would follow the order, but he found it odd. Elroy had never put restrictions on his wife or requested information. Though curious, he decided not to pursue the line of questioning. \"Is there anything else?\" \nElroy paused and thought, glancing towards the training yard where some men were sparring. Silence hung in the air, distrubed by the occasional locking of swords. \"No. I will join you for the drills later.\" As if to confirm his thoughts, Elroy nodded. \"That is all.\" \n\"Yes, my Lord.\" Andrès left Elroy standing a few feet away from the stables, but the lord didn't return to their house until a tirade disrupted his thoughts."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nPrivate Washroom, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nJasmine laid in the tub, staring vacantly at the ceiling.\n\nShe had seen the trouble that lingered on Elroy's face as he bid her farewell, and it was still apparent as he made light conversation during dinner. He did not trust her to keep her promise not to meddle. He knew her too well.\n\nHow foolish it had been to voice her thoughts so carelessly. Talking to the Queen? How childish she had been. Jasmine's face twisted in disgust. Normally, she was able to think clearly. Logically. But in a situation where it mattered most, she had failed to do so. She swallowed her anger. It would do her no good to reflect on what happened. She must plan for the future.\n\nShe noticed her fingers were pruned. The water was cold. Normally, a lady of her rank would have a maid or two accompany them during their bath to wash their hair, or to gossip.\n\nJasmine viewed this time as a time to herself. She allowed the maids to wait outside of the washroom, but never inside while she was undressed.\n\nShe did not want them seeing the scars.\n\nShe rose from the tub, water dripping on the stone floor. \n\nWith her extensive knowledge of salves and ointments, Jasmine could have easily made the white marks covering her body vanish. And she did, to an extent. Where those would normally see, her skin was flawless. But underneath, the delicate, almost beautiful scars stayed as a reminder. A reminder of what she had previously been through. Of what she had lost.\n\nShe toweled herself off before putting on her nightgown. She could feel the fabric on her back dampen as her wet hair soaked the blue cotton, but she did not care. She left the washroom, dismissing the maids' attempts to comb her hair or other such frivolities. \n\nAs the two servants scurried in the washroom to drain the tub and clean, she sat at the desk beside the bed.\n\nTaking out a quill and ink, she began to write."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy chuckled, pulling her closer to kiss her deeply. Their argument earlier, though he still considered her to be in the wrong, had upset him. \"Perhaps you should join me with less clothing to make it my favorite part of the evening as well.\" He rumbled, lips exploring her neck as his hands squeezed her waist firmly."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nJasmine laughed as Elroy pulled her against him, his kisses tickling her neck. She ran her fingers through his thick, slightly curly hair as she planted a kiss on his lips. For a moment, she let herself be lost in his embrace.\n\nThe candle behind her flickered, bringing Jasmine's mind back to reality. Here she was, kissing her husband as if she hadn't a care in the world, while countless people were unknowingly sentenced to die a horrible death. A twice of sadness pierced her heart as she planted one last soft kiss on Elroy's cheek before she took a step back with a small smile.\n\n\"You must be tired,\" She said as she sat back down. She grabbed her quill, tearing her gaze from her husband's rather tantalizing abdominal muscles to continue writing. \"Don't feel the need to stay awake because of me, darling. I'm simply finishing a list for La Gruador.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy shivered from the chill that whistled its way between them as she pulled away. His hand refused to let hers go until she pulled it away gently, but it was enough time for him to search her eyes and understand why she did not continue.\n\n\"Is this to be our love?\" He questioned, his voice quietly hinting at the hurt he felt. Elroy walked to her desk and looked down at her. \"Why do you condemn me for following orders? They are not my orders, yet you look at me with pity and sadness as if I am the one to blame for the deaths.\" He sighed and let his hand run through his curls before standing up, frustrated he hadn't kept his thoughts to himself.\n\n\"I will leave you to your work.\" Elroy pulled his eyes from his wifes face and turned towards the wash room where a bath had been drawn up for him."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet \nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nJasmine reached out and grabbed his hand with hers to stop him before he moved to the washroom. \"Elroy... I know the orders are not your fault. Of course they aren't.\" She stood up, so soon after sitting down. It seemed as though she was doing everything incorrectly as of late. The papers could wait for a few more minutes. Her relationship with her husband was, in that moment, more pressing to her.\n\nShe put her hands around his waist as she rested her cheek on the crook of his neck. She felt so ashamed. Ashamed in her lack of faith, ashamed in the hurt in Elroy's eyes, and perhaps most of all, the shame of being useless in the one area that was supposed to be her expertise: helping people.\n\n\"I'm sorry. I just- Oh, Elroy.\" Tears pricked in her eyes. She was being more emotional as of late. \"I feel as though I'm to blame. Perhaps if I would have worked harder or maybe if La Gruador had more-\" She paused, willing her voice not to break. \"And what those orders are asking of you. I find it wrong in many ways, especially to put so much weight on your shoulders.\"\n\nShe thought about saying something else, then thought better of it. \"I'm sorry, my darling,\" She whispered as she reached up to hold his face in her hands. \"The last thing I want is for you to feel that I am not here for you, or that I think you're at fault for all of this. I love you.\" She raised her eyes from the floor to gaze at her husband. \"You know that, don't you? How much I love you.\""
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"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy's eyes remained on his wifes face from the beginning, even though she refused to meet his eyes initially.\n\n*I was in so much pain, I wanted -* She had not finished the sentence, but Elroy knew how it would have ended. His jaw clenched at the thought.\n\nIf Elroy wasn't worried it would feel insincere, he would have protested when she drew her hands away to wipe her tears. The man hated seeing her in pain, reliving the worst weeks of her life. He hated himself for asking, but knew it needed to be done. Her Trials... What she went through was causing a rift and he would be damned if it forced them apart. \n\nSilence hung in the air as she finished, the word heretic echoing like a phantom through the room. Gently tugging at her hands, Elroy guided her into his arms, kissing her head as it rested on his chest. \"If doubt creates a heretic then we are one and the same.\" He said quietly."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Lady Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nThe soothing thump of Elroy's heart played in Jasmine ear as she rested against her husband's chest. She felt mildly embarrassed, but was glad to have gotten that off of her chest. It was unusual for her to get so emotional, especially in front of Elroy. She knew how it upset him to see her teary, and she did not like being a burden. Elroy had enough of those already.\n\n*\"If doubt creates a heretic then we are one and the same.\"*\n\nHis words echoed in her mind, and the gravity of them slowly sank in. Elroy, so devout to Xolile, had his own doubts? Jasmine never would have guessed. Perhaps an occasional doubt here or there, but she assumed they were washed away almost as fast as they came. Not lingering.\n\n*For him to admit something like that to me...*\n\n\"Oh, Elroy...\" She wrapped her arms around his torso as she nestled her face against his neck, feeling safe in his strong arms and supported by his words. Despite the circumstances of the plague not changing, she felt better somehow. As if something important had changed. She knew now that, despite their different views, he still loved her. He still loved her, despite her heresy. Jasmine kissed the underside of his jaw as she moved to close what little distance was left between them. \"I love you.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nA sigh of contentment left him as Jasmine nestled her face against his neck. The last few days had been a trial for their marriage - a struggle between love and duty. The admittance of struggle was not one Elroy expressed to many. His doubts... They had to remain private. His role within Araedian society demanded strict faith in Xolile and the Circle no matter how much he disagreed. \n\nHer intoxicating scent took him back to the day they had first met. She had smelled the same as he lay on the bed in her academy shocked at his second chance at life. At the time, he attributed the scent to her medicinal mixtures, but as they fell for eachother it had become comforting. Elroy smiled at the memories. Their arguments and her stubborness had scared him because Elroy knew the punishment of unbelief and her death would be his undoing. \n\nHis thoughts quieted as she kissed his jaw and solicited a knowing smile from him. \"And I you, my love.\" Pulling her onto his lap, he lifted her chin so she could see how true his words rang. \"I am flawed, Jasmine, but you have made me whole. There is nothing,\" He paused, nipping at her lower lip,\"*Nothing*, you could do to lose or lessen my love.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nAs Jasmine heard those words, a rush of love for her husband made her feel as though her chest was fit to burst. *He is too good to me,* She thought sadly. The list she had been previously making came into her mind, along with a twinge of guilt, but she pushed it out of her head. She only wanted to think of Elroy at this moment.\n\n\"And I you, my darling.\" \n\nShe let her fingers glide across his broad, bare chest as she kissed him, pushing him gently so that his back was on the bed. \"You know,\" She said in between light, teasing kisses, \"Your bathwater is most likely cold by now.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet \nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thévenet \n\nA shiver rippled through his muscles as her fingers trailed along his chest and she gently pushed him onto the bed. His hands found her waist and he firmly squeezed before letting them caress her back as she teased him. Chuckling suggestively, he lifted his head to meet her lips. \"They can redraw when we are done.\" Smiling, Elroy rolled them over and the two put the disagreement aside, choosing instead to envelope themselves in their love."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine awoke early the next morning in her husband's arms. For a moment, things felt peaceful as she gazed at her husband's face as he slept. So effortlessly handsome. She gently pushed back one of his dark curls from his face, her finger falling to trace his cheek. \n\nHer eyes were drawn to the lone paper sitting on the desk behind her husband's sleeping form. Reality came back to her.\n\nCarefully, she moved herself not to wake up Elroy as she rose out of bed, putting on her robe as she went over to retrieve the list she had been previously making the night before. She reread it, biting the inside of her cheek as she did so. *Is this a good course of action?* She wondered as she stared at what she had previously written the night before. There was not much else she could think of doing without endangering those in her hospital or going against the Queen's orders.\n\nGlancing over at Elroy, she felt a wave of love. She longed to go back and lie forever in his strong embrace, but she could not. There was work to be done. She silently changed into a simple blue dress and pulled her hair back. As she gazed at her sleeping husband once more, she reached over and grabbed another piece of parchment, quickly writing down a note: \n\n*'My love,*\n\n*I have to leave early to do some business at La Gruador. I cannot bear to wake you to say goodbye, as you look so peaceful asleep. I will see you later this evening.*\n\n*I love you.*\n\n*Forever yours,*\n\n*Jasmine*\n\nAfter making sure the ink was dry, Jasmine placed the letter on her pillow beside Elroy. She blew him a silent kiss, and then quietly left the room, shutting the door with a click behind her."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Lord Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nThe sun flirting with his eyelashes through the window was coaxing him to wake up and face the day. In an effort of retaliation he turned to the side with a groan, arm expecting to rest on his wifes side. Perplexed by the feeling of satin sheets caressing his arms instead of a warm body he opened his eyes to find his wife gone. \"Jasmine?\" Elroy bolted straight in bed, eyes searching the room for a sign of her. Panicked, he began to climb out of bed, but paused as his eyes found a letter on her pillow. It was addressed to him in her hand. \n\nWiping the exhaustion from his eyes, Elroy squinted at the paper to learn its contents. As it concluded Elroy let the paper dangle from the hand that rested on his upturned knee. He recalled her making a list of things for La Gruador the night before and he wanted to believe that she had left to take care of business. Jasmine was not only the lead healer, but a teacher, and in charge of their inventory - she did so much that it was conceivable she had gone without an alternative motive. Sighing, Elroy rose and called for a bath. \n\nAs it was being prepared he sat at his own desk in their quarters, deep in thought. He still needed to send out orders for the pilgramage. Elroy knew the pain it would cause his wife to know what he was going to do. The calls he was going to make would disgust her. Which was why he was going to make them while she was gone."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nHead Quarters, La Gruador\n\nA soft knock on the door of Jasmine's workroom in La Gruador drew her attention away from the ingredients splayed across her worktable. She glanced outside of the window and saw the sun had begun to rise. Time was of the essence. \"Please, come in,\" She said as she turned around to face the door, standing tall.\n\nA group of six young women came in, wearing the typical white dresses of La Gruador students, with their hair back in braids and questioning looks on their faces. At the moment, these women were the top pupils at Jasmine's academy. She needed the best for the assignment she had laid out for them, and only those who she knew held unwavering loyalty to her, La Gruador, and the people of Araedia.\n\n\"Hello my dears,\" Jasmine said with a gentle smile as she surveyed each woman. They smiled back nervously, and Jasmine suspected it was due to the group of men waiting outside her chamber. Her guards seemed to have tightened their watch on her as of recently. *'I wonder why,'* Jasmine thought dryly with a knowing smile. At least with how thick the doors were, she knew they could not hear what was being said.\n\nSeeing how anxious her students looked, Jasmine felt the need to add: \"You are in no way in any trouble. In fact, I called you all here for you to help me with a special project that must be completed as soon as possible.\"\n\n\"Yes, my Lady,\" The women echoed with a small bow.\n\nAgain, in this moment, Jasmine thought of Elroy. His words. *'There is nothing you could do to lose or lessen my love.'* With all her heart, she hoped that that sentiment would stay true. She didn't know if he would agree with what she was doing. She longed to ask last night, but she was too afraid. Afraid that he would disagree, and afraid how he would view her when she still went through with it regardless.\n\n\"I have made a list,\" Jasmine continued lightly, \"Of ingredients that we are to use, and the ratio that pertains to each ingredient.\" She handed the list she had made the night before to the young woman nearest to her. \"Today we will be making pills. We must work efficiently and effectively. I want these done as soon as possible.\"\n\n\"My lady...\" Elanor, a particularly bright pupil, was staring at the list with wide-eyes. \"Forgive me, but with these ratios and the...\" Her voice faltered as she continued to read the list, before she licked her lips nervously, her eyes glancing up at her teacher and superior. \"But it-\"\n\n\"Yes, I know,\" Jasmine interrupted gently. Her voice sounded oddly calm, even to her. Numb. Or perhaps resigned. She waited until the paper was read by all of the students before her, then began speaking.\n\n\"I'm sure you're all wondering what is going on, and allow me to explain,\" She began. \"As you all know, the purpose of La Gruador is to heal. To give the wounded a second chance at life. To save others.\" She started to pace in front of the young women, choosing her words carefully. \"And we have always been successful in this. There has been no ailment we could not cure.\" A pause. \"Until now.\"\n\nThe women watched her, waiting for her to continue.\n\n\"All who have contracted the plague have died a slow, gruesome, agonizing death. And I know that soon, they will die an even more tortuous one.\" She exhaled slowly. \"And so I thought, 'What can we do? If we have not found a cure yet, then we are powerless.'\" She shook her head as she mulled over those words that had indeed played in her mind not long ago. Those foolish, foolish words. \"But I was wrong to think that. My logic was flawed, and my mind was not looking at the bigger picture. I was not remembering what La Gruador truly stands for.\"\n\nShe felt that familiar fire grow in her very soul, that crackling of passion and frustration, flames of stubbornness and determination. \"La Gruador stands for saving *People.* Not just saving their bodies. No, we believe in the entire person as a whole. It would be selfish if we simply gave up trying to do something because we cannot save their physical form. We can still save *So much more.*\" She turned to gaze at each woman. \"We can save their dignity, their honor, and we can bestow upon them peace without pain. We can still save them, even if it is not in the traditional sense of the term. We can save their being, their essence. Their dignity.\n\n\"And so I ask you,\" She said, her voice softening as the fire burning inside her subsided, \"Will you help me do this? Will you help me be able to give the hopeless a glimmer of hope? It will be hard work, and we will most likely work tirelessly until we are finished both creating and dispersing the pills. There will be little recognition. But then, our hearts may rest knowing we did all we could do. That we were able to save those who others claimed were not worth trying to save.\"\n\nThere was silence in the room, before Elanor stepped forward. \"I will help, my lady,\" She said with a bow. Then two others stepped forward and then the rest. Jasmine saw on each of their faces compassion, understanding, and determination. She knew that they wanted to help not out of obligation or because she was their superior, but because they believed in her words. They agreed with her. \n\n*How was I so lucky to have students with such beautiful souls?* Jasmine thought as she tried to hold back her emotions. Finally, there were others who understood how she thought and would help her. She felt a burden lift off her chest as she smiled at her students before going over what was to be done, who should pick up what ingredients, how to make production happen as efficiently as possible, and who was going to disperse the pills where. With the ratios memorized, Jasmine tossed the list she had wrote in the fire, letting the flames consume it before it turned into ash.\n\nWith a light heart and a feeling of peace, Jasmine and the other young women made a historical first for La Gruador: its first batch of lethal pills."
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"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nLords Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nThe flicker of candlelight was the only source of brightness in the study at the late hour, but the darkness of the room reflected the mind of the man occupying the desk. A letter bearing the seal of House Thèvenet lay on the desk, resting open. Seemingly innocent in its appearance, its contents were damning. Xavier had hoped the pilgramage would be stopped by someone. Anyone. Yet, no one had and now thousands were condemned to die. Thousands more would be affected by the deaths. \n\nXavier hated himself for it. If anyone was in a position to speak against the cruelty of the Circle it was him. Delekou was the crucial agricultural hub of Araedia and they held influence in that regard. Not that it would matter. Xavier sighed in defeat. Anyone who spoke out against the Circle and their orders would be crowned a heretic and die. At the very least be removed from their seat.\n\nHe was faced with an impossible decision. Speak out and lose Delekou, its people, their impact, and all that was good in Araedia or follow orders and watch thousands of people die. He chose the latter, the words coward agnonizingly echoing through his mind. \n\n\"Teo!\" His steward appeared moments later, an elderly man, though you wouldn't know it given his appearance. \n\"My lord?\" \n\"Tell Lucien I need to see him.\" His haunted eyes were masked by the flicker of candlelight. \"It cannot wait.\" Teo nodded and bowed before exiting and leaving the lord in private again. Restless, Xavier rose from his seat and moved to the window - staring into the murky night as his soul twisted at the thought of pain he was going to inflict. \"This cannot be what is best for our people.\" He whispered to the dark room."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Outskirts of Provincial Delekou\n\nA light drizzle dotted the small window of the carriage, making objects appear more soft than they really were. Jasmine sat in the seat. Two chests lay in front of her, filled with clothes, books, and other things. Those things did not matter. Inside was a previous cargo, hidden beneath the other useless trivialities.\n\nShe just prayed that her intuition was correct.\n\nJasmine thought herself a good reader of people, but Xavier was hard one to decipher. They had met several times at meetings in Erillia, or during the harvest season. He struck her as a soft, kind man. Very intelligent. But that was not what stood out the most to her. There was something else.\n\nSomething she could not be sure of, but prayed was true.\n\nShe remembered one time during the harvest clearly. Candela, who Jasmine admired for her free-spirit and willingness to outright argue her points, was in conversation about her experience during a religious service of Xolile with Elroy. Jasmine remembered standing at Elroy's side as he glanced at her. The two of them sharing a silent amused looks, as Candela was very animated, before he spoke about his own experiences with Xolile. Jasmine began automatically nodding with a gentle smile, not really listening. Then her eyes strayed to Xavier, who was standing beside his talkative wife with a small smile of his own.\n\nIn that moment, she locked eyes with him, and she was surprised by what she saw. \n\nThere was an emptiness, almost a deadness, reflected in his eyes. The same void look that she had to hide whenever Xolile was mentioned, or the Circle. Then he blinked, and the moment was gone. Xavier's eyes turned to his wife, and his eyes were like any other devoted subject of Xolile.\n\nSince then, she had remembered that incident. She had felt something in that moment, a bond almost form that broke before she could piece it together. Perhaps she was wrong. Then, she would have to find a way out of the situation, which would prove most difficult. \n\n*'I hope that I am not wrong,'* Jasmine thought as she looked over and saw the Delekou estate growing closer into view. *' For if I am, it could very well be the death of me.'*"
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"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier chuckled at his wifes greeting and nodded to Lady Thèvenet as she thanked him. \"Of -\" His wife interrupted, speaking for him and he simply quieted, smiling as he let her take over. \n\n\"I will meet with you first thing in the morning, Lady Thèvenet. Until then, please make yourself comfortable.\" He made a mental note to check his schedule when they returned to their rooms that night. Stepping aside, Xavier let Lady Thèvenet pass, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when the door shut. His eyes wandered over to his wife and he laughed as she beckoned him over. \n\n\"Scared her away, did you?\" He asked with a teasing tone, taking the cupcake with a grin that was amusingly similar to the one Candela wore. \"It must have been horrifically boring - the things you both talked about - if you had time to create such beautiful art.\" He said, taking the cupcake and sticking a finger into the frosting before quickly swiping it on her nose and jumping up from the couch before she could retaliate."
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"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nCandela grabbed his sleeve before he could make his escape. She tried to frown at him, but her mouth wavered into a smile despite her best efforts. It was hard to act serious when there was a glob of frosting on your nose.\n\n\"I did no such thing as scare her away!\" She said with her mock frown as she stood up, moving her hand from his sleeve to putting both arms behind his neck. She stared up at him, smiling now as she swayed him side to side. \"And as a matter of fact, we talked about very interesting things. Like algae and poppies, and the amount of frog eggs I scooped out...\"\n\nShe saw the look Xavier was giving her, and processed what she had just said. Her grey eyes widened as she looked up at her husband., her smile vanishing. \"Oh shiiiitt, did I actually scare her away? Oh no.\" Her mouth formed into a line as she leaned her head to look at the closed door, her expression flat. \"Weeellllll sard me, then.\"\n\nMaybe that was why Jasmine wanted to leave, or why she had gotten so pale. Candela let out a sad sigh. Hopefully Jasmine didn't dislike her too much.\n\n\"Well... Hrm.\" She squinted at him. \"You might have a point with me scaring her away, but it wasn't very nice of you to point out. I would rather have stayed oblivious, thank you very much,\" She told him, using her arms around his neck to pull his face closer to hers. Her voice lowered. \"And you ruined my beautiful cupcake that I created in your likeness. It captured you perfectly.\"\n\nShe untangled one of her arms from his neck to caress his face, as if she were going to kiss him. Then suddenly, she instead swiped the frosting from her nose and smeared it over his mouth."
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"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier let Candela talk, quietly amused by the events that transpired before his arrival. His arms held her to him closely as she continued, chuckling against her lips as she leaned close. \n\n\"Del!\" He laughed with indignation as she smeared the frosting over his mouth. Xavier had no intention of letting her get away with it and tightened his grasp around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her, transferring the frosting from his lips to her own. Pulling back, he smiled and licked his own lips. \n\n\"You are making a mess.\" He said pointedly, gesturing at the frosting on their clothes, attempting to sound serious. \"What are people going to think when the see our clothes covered in frosting?\" The smile, however, was a dead giveaway that he was teasing."
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"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nCandela bit her still-frosted lip, holding back the rather uncouth comment that had popped in her mind. Though she did let out an amused chuckle at the thought of Xavier's face if she was to tell him what she had thought of, and suddenly she was thrown into a small fit of giggles.\n\nCatching her breath, she steered him over to the sofa to sit down next to her, her arms still around his neck. \"I thought you would be more worried about my face,\" She said, gesturing to her smeared appearance. Frosting was covering her nose as well as around her mouth. She laughed again. \"I'm sure I look like a failed circus clown.\"\n\nA small dollop of frosting that she had landed on him when she did her counter-attack caught her eye. \"Oop, you got some on your jaw,\" She murmured as she leaned closer. \"I'll get it.\" Instead of wiping it off, or kissing it off, she decided to full-on lick from the corner of his jaw to his ear before erupting into giggles again."
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"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nHer fit of giggles caught him off guard and he looked at her utterly confused. Glancing around the room, he tried to find the wine bottle to see how much he could attribute her behavior to it. \n\n\"A delicious failed circus clown.\" He countered with a chuckle. He leaned forward to let her pluck off the icing and pulled back with in shock as she licked him. \"Del, I think you've had far too much to drink.\" He said, glancing around for some water. \"How much wine did you have?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\n\"Why thank you. I believe that's the nicest compliment I've ever received. And a good bit of wine,\" She said with a grin. \"Don't worry about it. I feel very nice, thank you.\"\n\nShe lowered her arms to take his hands in hers, her smile faltering a little at seeing some of the concern in his eyes. \"You know, speaking of worry... I was worried about you today. With all of the stress and pressure put on you, with the crops and now the pilgrimage... I can only imagine what you must be feeling.\" She gave his hands a squeeze, her eyes meeting his. \"I wish I could do something for you, to help you.\"\n\nCandela sat up a bit straighter, a pleading look in her eyes. Perhaps he would think of something that didn't cross her mind. \"*Is* There something I could do?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nThe sudden change in disposition did little to keep his stomach settled and Xavier fought to quash the nausea at the mention of the pilgrimige. Meeting her eyes, he gently squeezed her hands in return. \"Del, you help me by being here and that is the most I can ask for.\" Standing up, he gently pulled her up with him, wiping away the remnents of frosting that coated her lips. \n\n\"Tonight is not the time to discuss this. Come, let's go to sleep and we can revisit it when we are both in our proper minds.\" He chuckled, kissing her gently before pulling back and waiting for her answer. \n\nInside, his mind was screaming. How does one cope with sending thousands to their death? How could she be calm about it? How could anyone carry out such a cruel punishment? His questions would be answered soon enough after he fulfilled his duties as Lord of Delekou. Xavier hoped it wouldn't destroy him."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nAll previous joviality had dimmed as she was reminded of reality. The pilgrimage was a horrible, horrible thing. But it was necessary: Xolile had spoken through the Circle, and if it was not done, then countless others would die by the Plague. How she wished things were different. How she wished there was some other recompense besides blood. But there was no other way, and they now had their orders.\n\nCandela felt a weight of sadness at his answer, and she let herself be pulled up. She didn't like just standing by while Xavier had to handle the difficult things. He loved his people. To execute such an order would be terrible for anyone, but with such a loving heart as Xavier, it must be agonizing. To not be able to help him in some way, in such an important matter, made her feel as though she was useless. And being useless was one of the things Candela hated most.\n\nShe looked down at her husbands shoes, before he carefully tilted her head up to wipe off the remaining sugar coating her lips. After he kissed her and suggested they go to bed, Candela reached out and pulled out her frog hairstick, letting her long locks fall down freely. \"Okay,\" She said sadly as she hugged him, not realizing she was smudging a small bit of frosting from her nose onto his shirt.\n\n\"I wish things were different, Xavier,\" She whispered. \"I wish that people didn't make Xolile so angry. I wish that he didn't want us to do all of this.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nDrawing room, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier returned his wife's affection, arms resting around her. \"But they aren't, Del.\" He whispered into her hair, eyes gazing at the wall unfocused. His tone hardened reflexively as he continued. \"Xolile's will comes before all. Once the pilgrimige is complete Araedia will return to its former splendor.\" His eyes closed, but instead of giving him a moment of solace the faces of men, women, and children he knew haunted him, begging for mercy. Barely holding back tears he kissed the top of her head and let it rest there for a few moments as he blinked away the part of his soul that had come through. \n\n\"Come on.\" He began, pushing her back and taking her hand. \"It's been a long day and we,\" He beckoned to their outfits smiling, \"Need to clean up.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPersonal Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier found the ceiling above their bed to be unremarkable. Apparently it was painted by one of the greatest Araedian artists showing the building of Erillia. The first time people from across the country had worked together to rebuild what had been lost after the eruption. It hadn't been free unlike the history books that tried to suggest it was a unified effort. The architects from the Little Bridges required compensation and the builders had families to care for. Sighing, he tore his gaze from the mural and glanced towards the window. It was dark, but the faintest sliver of light peeked over the horizon. \n\nThough he couldn't see her, Xavier felt Candela's body against him and let a few fingers gently trail over her arm, thinking. She had caught him off guard the previous night with her question, but it was one he would never answer honestly. Xavier knew the price of rebellion and it was not one he was willing to pay. His family came first and people second. Both would suffer if he spoke his mind about the pilgrimage. Feeling restless from the onslaught of guilt, Xavier kissed Candela's shoulder softly and slowly left the bed. \n\nHe opened the door of their chambers and left to get ready for his meeting with Lady Thèvenet. Although the bath that followed washed away the grime from the previous day, it failed to wash away the disease of doubt and worry from his mind."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nGuest bedroom, Provincial Delekou\n\nJasmine sat, staring at the reflection in the vanity mirror. The woman who stared back at her seemed almost ghostly. She was pale. The muted yellow dress she wore made her look less so, but the lack of color in her face was still prevalent. Her blue eyes did not have their usual crackling spark of life and determination. She seemed a shell of herself. In reality, she knew that she probably did not look as terrible as she believed. It was due to her state of mind at the moment. If Elroy had been there to see her, she knew he would have stopped what he was going and draw her into his arms. He would know something was wrong.\n\nA small sound was made as a teardrop hit the top of the vanity. Jasmine brushed it away. She glanced back up at her reflection as she wiped her cheek. Her eyes were not puffy. Her face was oddly calm. Good. She could not afford to be emotional right now.\n\nGlancing behind her at the locked trunk she had brought, she knew that it held a small container of rogue. Her maids always set one out for her, even though Jasmine would never use it, or any makeup for that matter. Even a faint dot of the red paint would give some life to her blanched complexion.\n\n\"No,\" She said quietly, to her reflection. At this point, such a trivial act seemed pointless. If the color of her cheeks would be what swayed Xavier's decision, then she would make it all the more easier for him. She was not going to change. She didn't care enough anymore to even entertain the idea. \n\nA soft knock came from her door. \"Come in,\" She said, her voice sounding slightly congested but still held her usual pleasant, gentle quality. A man opened the door.\n\n\"Lord Delekou is ready for you, my lady,\" He said with a small smile and a respectful bow.\n\n\"Wonderful,\" Jasmine said as she stood up, her brown boots clicking on the floor as she went over to stand beside him. With her heeled shoes, she stood over six feet tall, making her tower over the servant. \"How kind of him to make time for me, and so soon.\"\n\nShe was led down the hall as the servant made light conversation, asking how her room was and if she slept well. Jasmine made automatic, polite replies, but her mind was elsewhere. It felt almost surreal, as she walked down the hallway. Things were cloudy, as if in a dream. It was almost a detached feeling, knowing that she was about to risk her life. \n\nOf course, she was no fool. She was not weak. Jasmine, as always, had a plan. A strategy.\n\nShe just hoped it would prove successful."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPersonal Study, Provincial Delekou\n\n\"The irrigation system broke here.\" Xavier muttered, circling an area of farmland in red on the map lying on his desk. \"Which led to flooding...\" He paused, glancing through the other fields trying to recall specifically which systems connected to each other. \"Here?\" He asked himself, pointing to an area near the southern rice fields. \"No, that doesn't explain...\" His voice became muffled as he crouched and began shuffling through the stacks of blueprints that sat in a locked drawer under his desk. \"Aha! There you are.\" Grabbing the rolled up scroll with details of the design he laid it out upon the desk - of which it covered every inch even hanging off the side a little. \"Now then, we used the basins from the mountains here, but those let off there. Of course this basin used for the rice fields... It must have been the dam.\" His finger pressed into the paper at the Frontise farmland. \n\nEngrossed in finding the solution to their flooding problem, Xavier failed to hear the knock at the door, only bothering to look up when Teo cleared his throat. \"Lady Thèvenet, my lord.\" \n\n\"Please, please, make yourself comfortable.\" He began, gesturing towards the cushioned chairs near a window while adding a few notes to the schematics before setting down the quill. \"My apologies for the mess, I've been trying to fix our irrigation system that failed during the winter.\" Setting it aside, he made his way over to the other chair and lowered himself into it. \n\n\"Would you like something to drink? Our homebrewed tea, perhaps?\" He asked with a smile. \"A delicate mixture of licorice root, mint, and nettles created by Candela and one that will certainly wake you for the day. \" He chuckled quietly."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nJasmine smiled politely as she listened to his friendly tone, though her mind was elsewhere. She tightened the grip of her folded hands until she was hurting herself. The pain cleared some of the fog of her mind. She needed her wits about her.\n\n\"Oh, please do not apologize, Lord Delekou,\" She said as she went over and smoothed her dress before she sat down across from him. \"I think it's charming.\" A soft laugh escaped her lips. \"I am very familiar with the idea of organized chaos. It makes me feel right at home.\"\n\nShe casually glanced at the door, and was glad to see it was a good distance away. Lord Delekou's question of tea brought her attention back to him. Her mind raced behind a mask of calm. \"Licorice tea?\" She repeated. \"My, that sounds absolutely lovely.\" She gave him an apologetic look. \"I regret to say that I am unused to drinking tea in the mornings. A cup of hot water, however, would be delightful.\"\n\nShe studied the man in front of her. He seemed like a good man. She could tell he was kind. Thoughtful. Compassionate.\n\n\"You and Lady Delekou are such gracious hosts,\" She said as she continued to stare at him for a few moments before looking out the window, the smile still on her lips. Though still soft and genuine, it was now a bit rueful. \"I imagine my presence in your home has been most unpleasant. Especially with it being right after you received word from my husband.\n\n\"And yet...\" Her voice grew softer as she looked over at him. In her eyes wasn't a look of challenge, but rather one of gentle sadness. \"And yet, you have been so kind to me.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nAfter her mention of drink preference - though he did find a lack of tea in the morning odd, but perhaps it was different near the capital - Xavier asked Teo to prepare their drinks. When they were alone, his gaze returned to the woman in front of him, giving her his undivided attention. \n\n\"I assure you, it has been nothing but pleasent. And please, call me Xavier.\" He chuckled, letting his body relax into the chair. \"Candela would have my head if I asked you to keep formalities. We are, after all, kinsmen in our responsibility to the people of Araedia.\" Xavier studied Jasmine, noticing that she seemed uncomfortable, pensive, and determined all at the same time. It was an intriguing paradox. \n\n\"Lord Thèvenet is fulfilling orders as we all will over the next few days.\" A wistful smile crossed his face. As if he longed for another option. He did long for another option, but was not ignorant to the fact that the other option was treason. \n\n\"What did you travel to Delekou for? I imagine it must be important for you to arrive in person and not discuss through correspondence.\" His eyebrow rose with the question, taking note of the feeling that settled in his stomach that something was amiss. Xavier had rarely seen Jasmine and Elroy separated. During meetings in Erillia they were practically glued to each other. \"Does this have to do with La Gruador?\" He continued. \"Do you need something made to help with medicinal preparations? Or perhaps ingredients - though I doubt that is the case.\" He smiled knowingly. \"I've heard the greenhouses at La Gruador are a sight to behold and house a number of rare plants from around Marin.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nHis faraway smile did not go unnoticed by Jasmine's sharp eyes. \n\nShe opened her mouth to reply when the servant came back, handing them their drinks. The warm mug felt comforting in her hands. She waited for the servant to leave, and the door to close, before she turned back to Xavier. \n\n\"Yes, La Gruador is very lucky to have such prosperous greenhouses,\" She finally said with a smile. An odd peace came about her as she took a sip of the hot water. A strength came from within her, a strength she had thought she had lost. A faint bit of color seemed to have returned to her cheeks.\n\n\"However, you are correct. I have come to discuss matters other than La Gruador.\" Her expression turned serious as her blue eyes met his. \"If I ask your opinion on something, will you promise to give me your honesty as well as your confidentiality?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nThe sudden change in demeanor perked Xaviers interest. He raised the cup to his lips, meeting her gaze, and took a drink before answering. \n\n\"You have my honesty.\" He began, trying to decide if he could truly promise confidentiality. \"But I will not promise something I may not be able to fulfill. I will keep what is said here as confidential as I can. That, I can promise you.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\n\"I can see you are being honest with me already,\" She said with a small smile that faded from her lips. \"And I appreciate that.\"\n\n\"I suppose I should get right to the point, then, shouldn't I?\" Her voice was quieter now. She paused, then held his gaze. \"How do you feel about the pilgrimage, Xavier?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier felt his mouth go dry at the question despite having taken a drink moments before. His eyes searched her gaze for signs of deceit or strategy to try and push out those who didn't believe. Xavier wouldn't put it past Elroy to attempt something of that nature. Though he didn't think such an idea fit Jasmine's personality well from the little he knew of her. \n\n\"A necessary sacrifice to ensure Araedia returns to its former splendor.\" His words were empty, a regurgitation of what he had said the other night to Candela and the dishonesty made him uncomfortable. *'Even after I promised honesty.'*"
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nJasmine continued to stare at him, then turned her head to look out the window with a sigh. \"I see,\" She said slowly. A few moments of silence followed, and then she turned to look at him again. \"And that is what you truly believe?\" \n\nHer eyes stayed locked on his, not looking away."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate Study, Provincial Delekou\n\n*'No.'*\n\n\"Is it not what you believe?\" He asked, meeting her gaze steadily. \n\n*'NO.'* His mind screamed, trying to be heard through his stubborness. He didn't believe it, but he had to obey to protect his family."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nJasmine stared at him for a few moments before glancing down at the cup in her hands. \"Could you imagine?\" She asked. Her eyes were a bit unfocused, as if her mind were elsewhere. \"How ironic that would be. The loyal military commander's wife. A heretic.\" She adjusted the mug slightly in her hands.\n\n\"Though, I always do tend to find myself in ironic situations.\" There was a pause as she glanced over at him. A knowing look in her eyes. \"Don't you?\"\n\n A beat. \n\n\"I thought we agreed not to lie to each other, Xavier.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou \nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou \n\nXavier lingered at the door as she continued the conversation, listening as the footsteps stopped echoing and he didn't hear any rustling outside. He returned to his seat, lifting his cup to take another drink. \n\n\"Let's not be coy, Jasmine.\" He began, fully focused on the matter at hand. The silliness and nonchalant attitude were gone. \"What are you really doing here?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nA small smile was still on her face, but it was one without humor. Empty. \"I, for one, have been completely truthful for the entire duration of our conversation. I have come for your honest opinion.\" Her voice cradled the word 'honest', enunciating it clearly, pausing before and after it.\n\nShe made it clear to him that she knew what the truth was.\n\nThe gentle smile fell. A serious, almost grim expression was now on her face. Her blue eyes had an eerie feeling about them, as if their gaze peered into his very being.\n\n\"And so I will again ask: how do you feel about the pilgrimage, Xavier?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou \nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\n\"You have led with hypotheticals and been vague about the purpose of your travels here.\" He countered. \n\n\"The honest truth is that what I feel doesn't matter.\" He stated with a steel tone. \"It will not change anything.\" Xavier felt rising anger at her boldness. \"If you have come to test my loyalty then allow me to set your mind at ease. I will fulfill the orders your husband has sent. I have never been fond of the political games played in Erillia and do not take kindly to trickery.\" \n\nHe paused, taking a breath to calm himself. \"If, however, you bring this up because you do not believe then I must pose another question. Why come and put the lives of my family at risk with dangerous thoughts and words? You may be protected by Elroy, but I am not afforded the same luxury.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nA dry laugh escaped from Jasmine's lips before she could stop it. \"Oh, Xavier. Trust me when I say that I am not as protected as you might think,\" She said with a yet another humorless smile. \"In fact, I am quite vulnerable.\"\n\nThe smile faded as she looked down, a hint of genuine sadness, of regret, flitting in her eyes for just a moment. Then they were again hardened and determined yet again. She raised the cup to her lips, feeling that familiar inner burning in her soul. The passionate fury that she felt for all of those poor people, and the evil Circle.\n\n\"On the contrary, how you feel actually can change things,\" She told him quietly. \"If we both feel similarly about the pilgrimage, then there is a possible way we can come together to help our people.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou \nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier was unconvinced. As with many in the Araedia aristocracy, they thought they were vulnerable, yet it was his family that was mocked behind doors for their lack of perfection and an unwillingness to yield to the limiting standards of high society. Yet, despite this, Delekou was thriving and their people were happy. Xavier often wondered if other Provincial families could claim the same. Could they go out into the streets and know and greet nearly everyone they met? Did they know the farmers by name? \n\nXavier had earned the respect of his people and he earned the respect of the aristocracy by providing them with inventions that held their society afloat. One would think it was enough. \n\nHe bit back a curt response to her laugh, jaw tightening in anticipation as she continued. \"Which is?\" He asked, eyebrows rising in question."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nHer eyes were piercing as she looked at him. \"I believe that those with the plague should be able to die peacefully and without pain. With their dignity and honor in tact.\"\n\nShe paused, giving Xavier a moment to digest her statement.\n\n\"Was I correct in thinking we have the same view?\" She asked quietly. \"I believe that you have the power to help the people of Araedia, Xavier. And to be able to do so without putting you or your family in harm's way.\"\n\nAnother pause.\n\n\"If you agree, then I can explain further. And if not, well...\" She gave him a grim, tired smile that clearly said *'If not, then I am already dead.'*"
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier pondered her words, confused...*'They will die with dignity and honor...'* His eyes widened as realization dawned. \"You want to return their power to choose.\" His voice was steady as he considered her proposition. \n\n\"To an extent.\" He admitted, his gaze resting on hers, impressed she was bold enough to suggest such a rebellion. \"Their blood will be on your hands.\" He continued, watching her reaction. \"And if you get caught you will die.\" Shifting in his seat, Xavier intentionally changed the subject, hoping to stear her away from the idea. \"You have a son, Marcus, if I recall. Are you close to him?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nShe did not flinch at his words. \"Either way, their blood will be on the hands of those who have the power to act. If I do nothing, they will die a horrible death. But if I act, I can let them pass onto the next life peacefully.\" Her voice quieted. \"Those who contract the plague do not survive. Especially not now. At this point, it is just a matter of how they die.\"\n\nHer face grew a bit taught at the mention of her son. \"I haven't spoke to my son for quite a while. He is not involved in this whatsoever. And neither is Elroy.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\n\"Their blood is on the hands of the Circle.\" He corrected, fingers drumming a slow rythm on the wood of the chair. \n\nXavier nodded as she confirmed neither knew about it. *'It is a ploy of her own making.'* He thought, studying the woman in front of him. There was determination in her eyes and her demeanor was confident. \"Do you think Queen de Barbarac or the Circle will care if they were involved?\" He asked quietly, leaning forward to emphasize his point. \"Are you willing to kill them too?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nXavier's Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nHer expression hardened. She felt a wave of anger towards Xavier. How dare he act as though she didn't know the dangers involved? As though he believed she thought this situation was a game?\n\n\"I do not need you to tell me the risks involved,\" She replied, an hard edge to her voice. \"I have already considered them. That is why my method will be impossible to trace or link back to any person, place, or thing.\"\n\nThe anger she felt toward Xavier at the moment was simply a way to cope for the sadness and fear that had filled her heart. She knew how dangerous her plan was. Her family meant the world to her. \n\nBut she no matter how hard she tried, she knew she had to act. Even if it put those she loved in danger.\n\nAnd she hated herself for that."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier listened calmly, knowing he had struck a nerve. \"Nothing is impossible to trace. How do you intend on killing them? If you do it naturally La Gruador is the only place in Araedia that has the resources and manpower to create enough poison for thousands of people. That traces it directly back to you.\" He leaned back in his chair and let his hands rest in his lap. \n\n\"I would also remind you that the Circle has Physics and Asters who will attempt to discover the cause. Will you trick them too? They are your colleagues and equally as knowledgeable.\" \n\n\"Given the quantities needed and requirements for a fast and reliable distribution I doubt you are doing this alone. Are you prepared to have your co-conspirators tortured for information or will you kill them to protect yourself? In that case, how do you justify their deaths?\" He stopped bombarding her, letting the silence hang for a moment as he held her gaze."
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"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier took the paper and studied the design as she continued. It was a small, portable filter and there were notes referencing his own filtration design. He tiled his head to the side to read some scribbles about the nature of the compound she intended on using. \n\n\"If you want me to design a filter to remove the poison from the water of the soldiers, I need to know its composition. The filtration requirements for contaminents differs depending on what it is. For instance, my current design does not account for minerals or salts. If you intend to use plant matter, this would work with a few adjustments.\" He explained, pointing to a side and explaining the coating process for maximal extraction. \n\n\"There is one issue.\" Xavier continued. \"If the water supply taken on the pilgrimage from different cities originates from the city water there is no reason for the filter. It would have already passed through one. Naturally, if one were to obtain water from a river during their travels, this would be useful. However, from your suggestion before, I believe you intend to poison the city water supply for those on the pilgrimage. What reason will you give, then, for carrying a filter during the journey? And why only the soldiers?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet \nXavier's Private Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nJasmine nodded her head at his reasonable inquiries about the already-filtered city water. \"That is what I meant by my husband not seeing much of a point to his men carrying the filters. Theoretically, I would implore Elroy to tell his men to get water from rivers or streams when they are available, so that a large series of small tests would be done to see how well the water is purified while conserving the city water for the others on the trip. However, they might not and may simply just drink the city water regardless. Which I don't particularly care if they do or not, it's just an excuse. And again, Elroy would probably think it unimportant, but he would order if he thought it would make me happy.\"\n\nPoor, sweet Elroy. Jasmine felt guilt grip her heart for a moment as she thought about her husband. She knew he would probably agree due to how upset this whole affair had made her. If something as simple as his men carrying a portable filtration system would bring her some type of comfort, or perhaps purpose, she could not see him saying no. Even if the idea sounded frivolous and overall impractical to him.\n\nHow glad she would be when she could return to him, after this meeting. Jasmine felt she could not be home soon enough. She was so tired.\n\n\"And as for why we would only give them to the soldiers, well...\" She sighed, a resigned look on her face. \"There is not much of a reason to give filters to those with the plague, is there? Once they reach their destination, they and all their possessions are to be burned. It would be seen as a large waste of resources as well as a bit strange.\"\n\nJasmine looked over at the piece of paper. \"The pills I have created are in a crystalline form; essentially a salt soaked in the oil of the Veyiscius plant. It will dissolve in water almost completely when added.\" She gave Xavier a hopeful look. \"Do you believe you will be able to create the filter?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou \nPrivate study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier nodded as she explained her plans and the muscles of his jaw tightened as she mentioned the people being forced on the pilgrimage wasting resources. *'They are still human.'* He thought, thinking of how he was preparing for the journey of his own people. Their sacrifice deserved to be honored and he would do that by providing them with an abundance of resources for the journey. \n\n\"It will be difficult.\" He contemplated the form of the poison and how he could filter it. The charcoal filter would not be enough. Not even close - it couldn't remove anything dissolved in the water itself. \"Filtering particles that dissolve is more difficult as I do not know their composition within water so I don't know what in particular I need to filter out.\" He spoke, thinking out loud. \"Does it have a taste one could detect? I could make a few different filters and determine their successful filtration by loss of flavor.\" His mind was racing with ideas, but one though distracted him from the designs... A nagging reminder of his responsibility to his people and family. \n\nXavier pondered silently for a few moments before looking up to meet her gaze, his expression worried. \"I need to think about this. Questions will be raised with the sudden production and the timing surrounding the pilgrimage is suspicious as well. I have to put my family first.\" He nodded to himself as if to confirm his thoughts. \"I empathize with your desire, Jasmine, but I have duties. The one to my family will always come first.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet \nXavier's Private Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nJasmine stood up, a gentle, understanding smile on her face. \"I know it will, and I greatly admire you for that.\" The smile fell a bit as she placed the teacup on the tray that the servant had previously brought it in on, which laid on Xavier's desk. She took a deep breath in. It was finally time for her to leave and go home. She was glad.\n\nShe turned back to Xavier. \"If you do decide to make the filters,\" She said quietly, \"I do not mind vouching that you were waiting to hear my thoughts on it, or that I even encouraged you to begin rapid production to use the pilgrimage as its first testing phase.\" Though refined and with a gentle air, Jasmine was known to be headstrong sometimes. Her convincing Xavier into production would not surprise Elroy.\n\nShe reached over and put a hand to Xavier's shoulder. \"You are a good man, Xavier. That is why I felt I could ask you for your help.\" A sadness fell over her as she thought of Elroy. How she wished she could be so honest with him. She stood up straighter, however, focusing on the matter at hand. \"I believe that together, we could make a impact. I would not ask you if I did not think it important, but I will respect your decision, no matter what you chose.\n\n\"Here,\" She said, her voice now very, very quiet. She reached again into her blouse and pulled out a wooden pendant. It was moderately large in size, circular and flat. Smooth and with no visible lines. Plain and not very eye-catching, and it held no connection to Jasmine. Hence why she brought it. \"You must stick a needle into this hole,\" She explained, pointing to a barely noticeable crevice on the side of the pendant. \"Then, you must push your finger against the small circle on its side, very hard. Inside, you will find what you need to conduct your experiments, should you decide to help me. And if you chose not, well...\n\n...\nHer eyes glanced over at the fire in a knowing fashion. He could simply burn the evidence.\n\n\"I know you will make the right decision,\" She said gently, placing the pendant into Xavier's hand. \"Please, consider all the variables. Think of how much I have planned for this, and the precautions I have taken. I know you will do what you think is right.\" And she did. Xavier was not a selfish man, but he was worried for his family. That was something he and Elroy shared, she supposed. A protectiveness, a loyalty to their family.\n\nAnother pang of homesickness hit her, and Jasmine realized it was time to leave. Turning back to Xavier, she gave him one last look. With her heels, they were roughly the same height. Perhaps this was the last time she would see him. If she was found out because of her actions, it was very possible.\n\nA bittersweet smile crossed her face before she leaned over and gave him a small, soft kiss on the cheek. \"Thank you for everything,\" She said, smiling at him. Even if he did not do as she asked, she was glad to have someone to talk to. Someone who had listened to her, and who understood. It made her feel less alone, if only a little.\n\nShe took a step back, arms folded, a pleasant but neutral expression returning to her face. \"It is time for me to take my leave and head home. I will let Elroy know that you and your family are doing well. He will be very glad to hear it.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nPrivate Study, Provincial Delekou\n\nXavier tensed as she touched his shoulder, her words echoing in his head mockingly. *'You are a good man.'* Laughter of being a coward rang through as it repeated. *'Good man... Coward... You are a good man, Xavier.'* He shook his head to clear it as she pressed something into his hand. Turning it to the side, he studied the design, impressed. No one would know it contained a lethal dose of poison. Closing his fingers around it, Xavier pocketed the pendent, following her gaze to the fire. \n\n*'The right decision? And what was that? Kill thousands... His friends and family for mercy or kill his family for being complicit in the plot?'*Xavier felt his throat close as emotions threatened to overwhelm his calm demeanor. \n\nHe returned the gesture, pecking her left cheek with his lips and smiled gently. \"I admire what you stand for, Jasmine. Perhaps if more of us had the courage you do we could bring real change.\" As he pulled the doors of his study open Xavier let his typical boisterous mask fall back on. \"Please send our regards to Elroy - I'm sure Candela would have very much enjoyed watching me get beaten in a sword fight with your husband since she cannot do so herself.\" Chuckling, he escorted her out of the study. Motioning for Teo to come over, he continued. \"Xolile bless your travels, Lady Thèvenet. If there is anything you need before you leave don't hesitate to ask. Our home is yours.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet \nProvincial Thèvenet\n\nThe sky was turning a golden, purple color as Jasmine rode into Bladegarden. She was finally home, after long days of travel. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she at the oh-so familiar town. She was looking forward to sleeping in her soft bed again, and to have Elroy beside her.\n\nElroy.\n\nJasmine's eyes glanced over at the men escorting her, and a playful smile appeared on her lips as an idea entered her mind. \"I think I want to surprise my husband with my arrival,\" She said. \"Would you care to escort me to the outskirts of the training area, and then leave me and take my horse with you? I do not want to give away my position.\"\n\n\"Yes, my lady,\" Replied Braxle, a guardsman, with a smile on his own lips. He seemed to think the idea was as amusing as she did. It was rare for Jasmine and Elroy to be separated for a day, much less almost an entire week. She wanted to see him as soon as possible.\n\n**. . .**\n\nThe guardsmen escorted her to the outskirts of where the soldiers usually trained by the lake. No one else was in sight, but the faint sound of clanging swords was a sure sign that Elroy was training with his men nearby. It would be a challenge to surprise Elroy, as it was pretty much an open field with not much to hide behind, but Jasmine would hope for the best.\n\nThe sounds of metal on metal grew louder as Jasmine began to see a group of men come into view. Two were engaged in combat: she was quite sure that one of them was Elroy, even from so great a distance away. As she grew closer, she was certain.\n\nIt was so fascinating how such a dangerous act could look so elegant and beautiful. Elroy was extremely focused, a hard look on his face and flashing eyes that Jasmine rarely saw. The man he was sparring against was doing a good job from what Jasmine could tell, but he was no match. Elroy obviously had more technique as well as superior strength.\n\nThe man tried to thrust his sword at Elroy, but Elroy effortlessly (or it seemed effortless) parried the thrust before striking hard against the man's sword, sending him stumbling back as the singing of metal rippled out into the air. As Jasmine quietly walked closer she forgot momentarily that she was trying to surprise her husband. The smoothness and elegance of his attacks and display of such great strength, with such a serious, focused expression, had almost a hypnotizing effect on her. A faint, subconscious flush appeared on her cheeks as she continued to watch with wide eyes."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thêvenet\nTraining grounds, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Again.\" Elroy called to his opponent motioning him forward, his own sword pointed slightly downward. It was a fake opening one that Elroy could quickly close at the sign of an attack. His opponent studied his stance for a moment before pulling his sword back to swing downwards. Elroy's eyes were trained on the mans sword and the slightest hints of movement in his peripheral were able to give him enough warning to pull his sword up to block the swing. He let the blades meet with a clash before pulling his own away suddenly causing his opponent to stumble as the support his opponent expected from the block was torn away. Elroy's chest rose and fell with deep breaths, wiping the sweat from his eyes. Squinting, he glanced around the training field to find Andrès and the men he was training. Surprise crossed his face as his eyes landed on his wife standing just beyond the training fence. Watching? \n\n\"Go join the others.\" He commanded, stepping forward to help the man back to his feet and pointing towards a larger group a few feet away. \n\n\"Yes, my Lord.\" Elroy nodded before turning back towards his wife, holding up a hand in greeting. Tucking the blade under his arm he began to jog to the edge of the arena. \"Is everything alright?\" He asked, taking her in and searching for signs of harm. Elroy knew she had gone to visit Delekou, but expected her to return to the Provincial, not the training yard. Perhaps there was urgent news."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet \nProvincial Thèvenet\n\nBlinking her blue eyes, Jasmine was let out of her trance as her husband noticed her after his bout. Raising a hand to a warm cheek, she realized she was a bit flushed. A happiness melted inside her as she saw him come over, but he looked worried instead of pleased.\n\n\"Oh, yes,\" She said with a smile. She longed to give him a kiss, but knew he was not one who often displayed his affection in public. So instead, she stood with her arms folded behind the fence. It was apparent by the glow in her expression, however, how happy she was to see him.\n\nShe lowered her voice so only Elroy could hear her. \"I could not bear the thought of being away from you a moment longer, so I came to find you as soon as I arrived back.\"\n\nAnd by the gods, was she glad she did. The view she had received had been very well worth the small trek it took to get to the training grounds."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nTraining yard, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nAn eyebrow rose as she answered his question, but continued to look at him. The confusion changed into a knowing smirk and he shook his head at her words. \"In your favorite state. Sweaty and working hard.\" He chuckled. \"I didn't expect you home until late tonight so I lined up series of battle drills.\" He saw her face fall slightly and let his hand direct her chin back up. \n\nLeaning forward he whispered. \"But when I am done and cleaned up.\" He smiled, blowing a little warm air against her right ear. \"We should make up for all the time we lost.\" He pulled back and chuckled at the blush in her cheeks. Straightening, he started to walk back towards his men, glancing back with a knowing smile as he waved goodbye."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nTraining yard, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine felt her face flush further as Elroy gave her a smug, knowing smile. She had been rather blatant with her staring, she realized. And in front of all of his men, too. She let out a light, amused laugh as he mentioned her liking his current state, but she didn't deny it as she gave him a coy smile.\n\nAt the mention of his drills continuing for a while longer, Jasmine felt her expression fall a little. It made sense, however, that Elroy would be busy. Things couldn't just stop because she had returned. The thing that made her most sad, however, was how Elroy had spotted her so quickly. She wouldn't have minded watching him in action for a few more minutes.\n\nOr hours.\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted as Elroy tilted her chin up, the color of her cheeks returning as he teased her under his breath. He was so close now, she could see the golden flecks of his emerald eyes and a trickle of sweat running down the side of his cheek. She struggled to keep her expression pleasant and normal, as her face was in full view of the countless men behind her husband who were watching the two of them, as Elroy playfully blew a small gust of wind in her ear. He laughed under his breath as the pink on her fair face deepened.\n**. . .**\n\nBefore she even had the chance to reply, he had already turned around and was walking back towards his men, giving her one last smirk and a wave goodbye. Instead of returning his farewell, Jasmine promptly turned around and began her walk back to the Provincial. Her face felt as though it was on fire, and her emotions were an odd mix of frustration and pleasure. It was unfair that Elroy was able to tease her so severely, and yet he stopped before she could even the playing field. She would have to find a way to get him back.\n\nOnce she had finally returned to the Provincial, she greeted the staff and had a bath drawn. As she washed away all of the dirt and grime from travel, she realized how tired she was. A nap was in order. \n\nAfter she dried off, she viewed the nightgown the maids had left out for her. It was new: a flowing, soft pink with long sleeves and an overall cute appearance that Jasmine was unaccustomed to wearing. It was a bit amusing how the maids seemed to think that Jasmine needed to wear more interesting clothes, and sometimes tried to find creative ways to widen her closet.\n\nOr perhaps it was a gift from Elroy. Though she doubted it. Nevertheless, she put it on and was glad it was at least very comfortable. The bed was made very neatly, as always. Hospital corners and the comforter smoothed to perfection. Jasmine went over and slid underneath the corners of the left side of the bed, sighing in contentment at the familiar comfort of the soft bed. As she felt her eyelids grow heavy, she reached over to pull Elroy's pillow closer to her, sleepily hugging it against her. It smelled clean and with a faint spice undertone, just as Elroy did after he bathed. With one last small, content sigh, she allowed herself to finally relax a little and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekous\n\n\nThe wood of the pendent was smooth, far too much for something that would cause so much harm. Granted, it wasn't the wood itself, but what was contained within. Turning the pendant over he studied the hole Jasmine had pointed out earlier. \n\n*'What is right?'* He questioned despairingly. Glancing out the window, his eyes were drawn towards the smoke rising from the chimneys of the homes in the quarantined district. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand needles as he thought about his people, his *Friends* Dying for a god he wasn't sure existed. The deicision that lay in front of him was suffocating. He would have rather remained ignorant to the possiblity of different means of death. \n\nThe laughter of his daughter, Hanna, as a little girl rang in his ears. He smiled as a memory of playing hide and seek played before his eyes. His daughter had a knack for finding some of the best places in the castle. Even now, if she didn't want to be found there was very little he could do to coax her out of her hiding place. Xavier chuckled quietly to himself. *'Except a new book.'* He had a large private collection that he could usually pull from to find something she would be curious about. \n\n*'I can't lose her. I can't lose them or leave them alone.'* His mind raced through the possible actions, torturing him with the screams of his wife and daughter each time he chose to design the filter. Jaw clenching, Xavier did his best to push back tears that threatened to show.*'I have to make a decision.'* The setting sun drew him from his thoughts, the city basking in its golden rays. Night was nearly upon them and Xavier decided it shouldn't be up to him. He would ask those it would affect.\n\n———————————\n\nThe light breathing of his wife told Xavier she was asleep. He had other plans. Quitely and as gently as he could, Xavier slipped from the bed grabbing a satchel he had packed earlier with him to the door. The creaking of their oak doors made him inwardly curse and he glanced back to see if Candela shifted. A few moments passed before he reassured himself she was still asleep and left their chambers. \n\n\"Relax.\" Xavier chuckled, motioning for the guard who stood up to sit. \"I can't sleep and experimentation usually helps. Keep an eye on Candela and if she asks where I've gone keep quiet. I'd rather not be disturbed.\" The guard nodded and Xavier winked mischeviously, hoping to offset any suspicion. \n\nAs he rounded the corner of the corridor leading to his office, Xavier quickly entered and lit his oil lamp. He scattered a few papers with designs across his desk before drawing a black cloak from his bag and draping it around his shoulders. Opening the window, he let the breeze disturb the curtains, watching as the flame flickered from the cold gust. Glancing down, he stepped out onto the balcony and closed the windows behind him without fully latching them so he could get back in. Pressing himself against the wall, Xavier waited until the coast was clear before dropping down to the ground below. It wasn't a far fall, perhaps three feet and one he had made plenty times as a boy trying to escape his fathers fury while pretending to study. Without wasting anytime, Xavier passed through the main gate, flicking a silver coin to the keeper with a knowing wink as he journeyed to the quarantind homes. \n———————————\n\n\"Cyrus!\" Xavier hissed, pounding (as quietly as one can) on the deformed wooden door that led to the farmers house. \"Cyrus!\" He heard scuffling inside and stepped back to ensure he hadn't woken anyone with his rucus. The door opened slightly a surprised face appearing in the crack.\n\n\"Xavier? What are you -? Are you insane?\" Cyrus opened the door further, grabbed Xavier by his shirt, and yanked him inside before shutting the door. Xavier removed his cloak and set it on the bare table inside.\n \"I need to talk to you.\" He glanced around the room that seemed to serve as the kitchen, living, and dining for signs of Cyrus's wife and son. \"Alone.\" Cyrus noted the level of urgency in his friends eyes and nodded, directing him to a door that led to a smaller room in the back. \n\nWhen they were alone, Cyrus turned to him with a stoney gaze. \"Was condeming us all to die your idea?\" He asked accusingly, stabbing the lords chest with his finger. \"You've condemned my whole family to die and there is *Nothing*...\" He hissed, \"I can do about it.\" \n\n\"Cyrus, I would never order something like that.\" Xavier countered, surprised the man thought it possible. \"But I don't have a choice. Thèvenet and de Barbarac ordered the pilgrimage. I can't defy them without destroying Delekou in the process. They would burn the city to the ground if it meant pleasing the Phoenix and purging disbelief.\" \n\n\"You have a choice, but you are choosing yourself over all of us. You swore to me you wouldn't be like your father.\" Cyrus continued failing to feel any kind of sympathy towards the man he had grown up with. The words cut Xavier like a knife and he stood in front of his friend speechless for a moment.\n\n\"You are right, but that is why I'm here.\" He couldn't deny Cyrus' words. The power of change Xavier thought he would have as lord had been much less than he initially imagined. It wasn't until he stood in the shoes of his father that he realized why decisions that had angered him as a youth had been made. \"I cannot change the orders, but I can try to give you back some control.\" He pulled out the wood pendent from Jasmine and held it out for Cyrus to hold. \"This contains a poison that you can take before you reach Mt. Aurileme. You can decide when...\" He paused, cringing as the next words left his mouth...\"You die. At the very least, it saves you from a painful death by fire.\" He shrugged, sighing despondantly. \"The water supply for the pilgrimage would be poisoned and those who drink from it will die, slowly and painlessly over the journey. The decision was left to me, but I don't feel justified making it.\" Their eyes locked and Xavier's lips pressing together in a grim frown. \"This will put myself and my family at great risk, but if you believe our people would prefer this death than the fiery one that awaits them at Mt. Aurileme I will do it.\" Xavier watched Cyrus process the treason of his words. Many emotions crossed his friends face during the following minutes. \"Cyrus, I need your answer.\" He continued, shaking the man from his thoughts. \n\n\"Do it.\" The man's voice was quiet and solemn. \"If death is unavoidable then this can be our last act of defiance.\" Cyrus shook his head. \"I will tell the others when the pilgrimage begins.\" Putting his hand on Xavier's shoulder his sighed. \"I do not blame you for this, Xavier. I know you do not have a choice. Come.\" He said, opening the door that leading back to the main room. \"You owe me a night of drinking before sending me to my death.\""
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"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nProvincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Is that all it takes? Stand up and fight, coward!\" Elroy watched from the sidelines as Andrès tortured their new recruits. Each noble house in Araedia had sent twenty of their best men to Bladegarden to become Primes, but the road to such an esteemed title was not an easy one and Elroy had watched many suitable fighters break under the intense training. \n\n\"Enough, Andrès.\" He called, striding forward to speak to the men weary from a long day of training and strategy. \"You cannot show weakness.\" He began, eyes scanning across the formation as he walked along the front. \"As Primes your men look up to you. If their leader falters... If you falter, how can they expect to go on?\" The rhetorical question hung in the air. \"Break yourselves so nothing can break you and they will never have cause to doubt and you will never doubt yourself.\" He continued, meeting the eyes of each man as he strode past them. \"We are done for tonight. Training resumes at dawn.\" Dismissing the man, Elroy pulled Andrès aside to discuss the schedule for the next day. As the meeting concluded, Elroy glanced towards the setting sun, letting himself lean agaisnt a wooden post to think. The metallic sounds of weapons being cleaned and sharpened rang out from the barracks, but while it may have been harsh to the ears of another, it was comforting to Elroy. He remained at the post until the sun sat just above the horizon contemplating a number of things before the chill drove him inside. \n—————————————————————————\n\nAs he approached their quarters, Elroy called for a bath to be drawn for him so he could remove the grit and grime from the fights of the day. He opened the mahogany doors as quietly as possible after being informed his wife was sleeping. Gently setting his sword down at the entrance, Elroy walked through their chambers until he reached their bedroom. Jasmine was curled up, looking every bit as much like a ball given how the covers hid her figure. A smile crossed his face as he noticed she had stolen his pillow from the right side of the bed. Not wanting to disturb her, Elroy returned to their personal study room and sat at his desk, reworking his military adjustments for the thousandth time. \n\nWhen the maids came in with the bathwater, Elroy hushed them and directed them to a door that led to the bathroom without disturbing the bedroom. Once they had finished drawing the water, he dismissed them and locked the doors. With a quiet sigh, Elroy peeled off his off-white tunic and pants before sinking into the warmth of the steaming water. It was hot, but Elroy reveled in the heat, feeling his muscles relax. He lay in the water until it became more bearable before cleaning himself, the steam sneaking from under the cracks of the doors."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine slowly opened her eyes, feeling a bit drowsy. It was much later now, given how the room was much more dark. Faint notes of citrus and spice touched her nose, and she realized that the scent must have woken her up.\n\n*Elroy.*\n\nShe propped herself up on one elbow as she looked over at the bathroom door to confirm her theory. The faint haze of steam slipping through the door and the soft light from inside the washroom confirmed her husband was indeed home. Jasmine pushed herself up into a sitting position as she looked at the washroom door. She longed to go over and enter the washroom to greet him, but his earlier teasing came into her mind. She wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.\n\nPushing off the covers, Jasmine looked to see what she could work with on such short notice. Hearing a rather loud sound of water dripping into the tub meant that Elroy was getting out preparing to dry off. She snatched his pillow and laid down in such a way where she was lying diagonally across the bed in full view, making it nearly impossible for Elroy not to notice her. After making sure to lay her red hair above her head to have her slender neck in full view, she moved so that one leg was exposed from the upper knee downwards. As a final touch, she tugged the nightgown so that its collar exposed a bare shoulder. Satisfied with her work, she quickly made her body relax as well as her expression. Still hugging Elroy's pillow but making sure her face was in view, she pretended to be asleep."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet \nProvincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy glanced at the wrinkled skin of his hand and sighed, admitting to himself that the water had gone cold and it was time to get out. Standing up, he let the water drip from his body back into the tub before stepping out and drying himself off. He pulled the towel around his waist, tying it tightly before opening the door leading to their bedroom. \n\nThe room was darker than the bathroom, but Elroy knew exactly where his clothes were and moved towards the left, hand extended feeling for the wood of their closet. He felt the cool touch of the metal handle and pulled it open, retrieving a night shirt from the top shelf. After donning the tunic, the man turned to see if Jasmine was still sleeping. Instead of the innocent position she had been in before, he found her lying seductively across the bed. Chuckling, he moved to the left side of the bed and began to gently tease her neck with his tongue and lips. \n\n\"I know you are awake.\" He growled quietly into her ear, pulling back to look down at his wife with a smirk."
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"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine kept her eyes shut as she heard the washroom door open. A rustle of clothing told her that Elroy was getting dressed in his nightclothes, and then silence. She almost peeked an eyelid open before she felt something on her neck, making her startle slightly.\n\nThe sound of Elroy chuckling made her relaxed expression pinch into one of irritation. He saw through her attempt so easily. There was no use in pretending to be asleep anymore, it was obvious she was awake now. She raised a hand to protect her neck from any further attacks as she turned her head so she could better see Elroy. The smell of spice and citrus was even stronger now that he was so close to her. At the sight of him grinning down at her, she had to put extra effort into keeping her irked expression.\n\n\"First you tease me in front of all your men until I am as red as a strawberry, and now you go as far as to make advances on me whilst I lay vulnerable and innocent in my sleep?\" She asked him, gently hitting his shoulder with the pillow she was holding. She knew her pose had been anything but innocent, and she struggled not to smile. Her tone was both indignant and teasing as she shook her head at him. \"For shame, Elroy.\""
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"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nProvincial Thèvenet \n\nAmused by her charades, Elroy maintained his smirk as her expressions shifted until it lingered on irritation. A funny sort of mix, really, and one that made it very difficult to pretend to take her seriously. \n\nHis eyebrows rose as she described her position as innocent and he smiled knowingly as she continued. \"Innocent?\" He laughed, grabbing the pillow she hit him with and tossing to the other side of the bed. \"My apologies, my lady.\" He replied dramatically, sighing as he pushed himself off the bed. \"I must defend your honor at all costs.\" Walking around the other side, he pushed the covers aside and climbed in. \"I suppose I will wait in agony until you feel I deserve your attention.\" Turning towards Jasmine he smiled, winking. They had been separated for nearly a week and Elroy knew she was as desperate for him as he was for her."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine let out a small, amused huff at his choice of words as she moved over so she was no longer taking up the majority of the bed. Though she was a bit cold, she didn't go back underneath the covers yet.\n\n\"Wait in agony until you deserve my attention?\" She repeated, reaching over to lightly tap his nose. \"Hmm, that sounds familiar. Doesn't it?\" She arched an brow, a small smile on her lips now. She could no longer pretend to be mad at him. \"It's very similar to what you did to your poor, loving wife only hours ago.\" \n\nShe leaned over to give him a light kiss on the lips. \"But if you are so tired from training, and if you must defend my honor at all costs, then I suppose your agony must continue if we are to keep our relationship so honorable and respectable.\""
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"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nProvincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy returned the kiss, groaning as she pulled away. \"You are a terrible tease.\" He muttered, an arm sneaking around her back to pull her closer to him, back under the covers. \"In private, I could care less about keeping our relationship honorable and respectable.\" He continued, taking a lock of red hair and twirling it around his fingers. Smiling, he locked eyes with Jasmine. \"What do you say, my love?\" Leaning forward he locked lips with her again as he waited for her answer."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nA happiness filled Jasmine's heart as he pulled her close to him. How nice it was to be back in Elroy's strong, comforting embrace. She felt safe when she was with him, as if nothing could hurt her.\n\nShe was surprised to realize that a deep sorrow inside her chest ached as he smiled down at her. He loved her so much, and yet she had betrayed his trust. She could have very well destroyed their lives. And yet he gazed at her with such adoration and affection. He never would suspect that she would have thought to have done something so treacherous as an act against the Circle, much less see to it being carried out.\n\nShe remembered the terrible nightmare she had had while she was away. How dead his eyes were, how uncaring. The sheer apathy had frightened her, and that particular aspect of the dream had stuck with her. And yet now, his eyes were lively and full of love for her. Would he hate her if he knew what she had left for? Would he have even wanted her to come back? Would he have gazed at her as he did in her nightmare?\n\nAs he reached over and playfully twirled a lock of her hair, the sadness she felt grew stronger. When he kissed her, her eyes fill with tears. Though Elroy was right beside her, she felt that horrible loneliness yet again. If she was not found out, she could never tell him what had transpired. He would never know.\n\n\"Your eloquence has moved me to tears,\" She said with a light laugh as she hastily wiped her eyes. She raised a hand to caress his face, a soft smile on her face. \"My answer is yes. Always and forever, yes.\""
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"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nProvincial Thèvenet, early the next morning\n\nElroy groaned quietly as his eyes fluttered open. His mind was muddled as the exhaustion from training the other day set in despite a good nights rest. Turning to the side, he watched Jasmine sleep. Her face was beautiful and peaceful. He hoped she was having good dreams or none at all. He gently caressed her cheek and moved some hair off her shoulder. Elroy considered himself very lucky to have her. As a young boy, he had never been particularly thrilled by his choices among the Araedian aristocracy, finding many of the women to be meek, shy, and quiet. If he approached them, they became obedient and submissive. The ones who weren't fell on the opposite side of the spectrum. Overbearing, dominant, with a need to prove something. \n\nHe couldn't help but feel Xolile had plucked him from the battlefield and saved his life so he could meet Jasmine. She was a breath of fresh air and he distinctly remembered the first time he had seen her. She looked angelic in the moment, though he saw her much the same even now. The fact that she ran a school of healing, one as well-renowned as La Gruador, had enticed him further. Her intelligence was not something anyone could deny, but it was not due to her bragging. It was her simple contentment with her knowledge and yearning to learn more. When they had first married, Jasmine had pestered him about war, military strategies, and even sat in on a few strategy analysis sessions. Her curiosity had been endearing even if she looked particularly lost during most. Chuckling at the memory, he gently pulled her closer to him, breathing in the scents of jasmine and patchouli that lingered on her skin. \n\nIn the moment, he was perfectly content and happy to watch her sleep until the sun was well over the horizon."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine slowly opened her eyes as soft rays of sunlight touched her face. She felt a bit drowsy, but overall refreshed. Relaxed. She had not slept very well while she was away, and there was still a decent bit to catch up on. And she felt so cozy. \n\nAs her eyelashes fluttered, trying to decide between getting up or going back to sleep, she noticed that Elroy was facing her. She rubbed her eyes, trying to combat the drowsiness, before she gazed over at him. He stared at her with a happy, reminiscent smile.\n\n\"What is it?\" She asked, a small smile appearing on her face as she stared up at him, still half-asleep. The bout of curiosity helped her mind wake up a bit."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy watched her unfocused gaze fall on him and smiled as she rubbed her eyes to clear the haze. \"Nothing.\" He replied quietly, closing the distance between them to kiss her good morning. \"I was just thinking that the maids might have found the most alluring nightgown for you yet.\" Chuckling, he pulled back and let his head rest against his pillow. \n\nElroy found the maids attempts to dress Jasmine in the lastest fashion amusing, moreso because she would have none of it. Of course she gave into their good natured fun sometimes and Elroy would fully admit that he had found it very difficult to remain professional when she wore some of the outfits. \n\n\"Should we get up?\" He asked, pushing himself up on his elbow. \"Perhaps go for a ride this morning before we rush to our duties?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Have they now?\" Jasmine asked with a laugh, looking down at her attire. In the morning light, the nightgown somehow appeared more dainty and feminine than it had when she viewed it the previous afternoon. \"It's quite comfortable, but don't tell them know I said that. My closet would be full of new clothes before the day is over.\"\n\nShe sighed softly at the mention of their duties. Normally, a day would feel wasted if she was not busy for the majority of it. But right now, she wished they had a day to themselves, where they did not have to worry about anything except spending time with one another. She knew, however, that such thoughts were unrealistic, especially given the current circumstances. They were both busy people with their hands full.\n\n\"That sounds wonderful,\" She replied after his suggestion of riding. Though she was still a bit saddle sore from her trek, she would not miss an opportunity to spend time with Elroy. She pulled herself into a sitting position on the bed, willing herself to fully get up.\n\nA small smile crossed her face as she turned to her husband after a few moments. \"Do you remember when we first took Marcus riding? He was so little, and though he was so excited, he tried very hard to behave.\"\n\nIt was still fresh in her mind, as if it had happened yesterday instead of almost fifteen years ago. It was spring, early morning. The sunshine was bright and the air was brisk and refreshing. Three year-old Marcus sat in front of Elroy on the horse, his big blue eyes shining as his father instructed him how to hold the reins and how to properly command the horse. Elroy had been so patient. The smile he gave her as he guided his son's small hands, and the fondness and pride in his eyes. How Marcus's little riding boots were the miniature version of his father's. The memory very dear memory to Jasmine. It was bittersweet."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy's expression fell slighly when she brought up the early years of their sons life and he smiled sadly. \"Yes, I remember.\" When Marcus was a boy, Elroy had taken great pleasure in showing him the beauty and joys of life. Seeing the world through the excitable eyes of a child had been reinvigorating and changed his own perspective. \n\n*'Then he grew up.'*\n\nAs Marcus grew his ideas of what was important differed from Elroy and he forsook his studies in favor of Erillian politics and the temptations of high society. He found ways out of all military strategy lessons and decided the sword was not good enough for him. His favorite turn of phrase during his adolescents was \"Words are my sword. I do not need to physically beat a man to win at the game.\" Elroy despised those thoughts. Words could only protect a country to an extent and words would not save you when your life was at risk."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nIt pained Jasmine to hear the sadness in Elroy's voice. She knew that he wanted a successor to the Bladegarden, someone who would fill his role. It was not enough for Marcus to agree to oversee it. Elroy wanted his son to be involved firsthand, to train the men as well as handle its affairs directly. His entire life revolved around fighting and military tactics, and he expected his son to feel similarly.\n\nBut he didn't.\n\n\"Elroy...\" She used a hand to tilt his face upwards so that she could see his expression better. His brows were drawn together, and his mouth was in a scowl. He was thinking about Marcus. She knew Elroy viewed their son as a disappointment. And it broke her heart."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy met his wifes eyes for a brief moment before pushing the covers off and pulling away. He disapproved of Marcus' profession and lack of care when it came to the protection of the country he claimed to hold dear. But Elroy also felt guilty about their relationship and blamed himself for the way it soured over the years. \"Let's not talk about Marcus now.\" He replied quietly, opening the closet to find their riding clothes."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine retracted her hand after Elroy pushed off his covers and abruptly pulled away. She wanted to say something, but felt her throat tighten. If she spoke at all, she knew her voice would tremble. So instead, she just sat on the bed as Elroy rummaged through the closet, focusing on breathing slowly to calm down her once again rising emotions. She didn't want to look as upset as she felt."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy removed their clothes and placed them on the bed. When he looked up, he saw her disappointment and sighed. \"Say what is on your mind, Jasmine.\" A hand rustled through his damp hair as he waited for her to get the lecture over with. He knew she didn't approve of his thoughts on Marcus. That he didn't give their son enough credit, but Marcus had not earned his respect and he would stand by that."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine willed herself to glance over and saw Elroy was looking at her impatiently, and how bluntly he told her to speak stung a little. She understood that the subject of Marcus upset him, and she often tried to tread around it best she could. Very often, she felt as though she was the only one who put forth any effort to try to salvage what little there still was between the two of them. Her eyes averted back to the floor as a heaviness loomed in her chest.\n\n\"It just saddens me, is all,\" She said with an empty smile. The small break in her voice made her hands tighten in her lap. Whenever Marcus or Elroy spoke about one another to her, it was almost as if Jasmine could feel her heart cracking, slowly breaking with each harsh word. She loved them both so dearly, and yet she had to witness their arguments and anger towards each other firsthand. When she tried to gently introduce the other's perspective, they grew mad at her. Despite her best efforts, Elroy and Marcus continued to wear their relationship thin, and she did not see it improving anytime soon. They were both too stubborn.\n\nGazing at the edge of the bathroom door, she felt her throat tightened yet again as her hands subconsciously clenched the fabric of her nightgown."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy's head fell with a defeated sigh. He knew he had upset her. If the break in the voice had escaped him the clenching of her nightgown certainly didn't. \"Jasmine...\" Setting the clothes aside, he sat back onto the bed and pried the fabric from her hand. Unclenching it so he could hold it in his own. \n\n\"I still love him.\" Elroy continued, refusing to meet her eyes. \"He is our son. That will never change. But I am disappointed in him. Both can exist,\" He continued, raising his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were sad, regretful. \"I can be disappointed in his decisions and still love him.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n*'Disappointed in his decisions but still love him.'* \n\nThose words seemed to apply to Jasmine and Elroy as much as it did to Elroy and their son. Elroy knew that she disapproved of the pilgrimage, but that she loved him regardless. But he had no idea what she had done in Delekou. She hoped that he would have still love her if he had known, but she would never find out. She knew for certain he wouldn't have been disappointed, but devastated. A wave of guilt washed over her as she felt her eyes tear up. \n\n She used the hand that Elroy was not holding to hastily wipe the tear cheek that trailed down her cheek, feeling a bit frustrated. \"Of course you still love one another. I know that. It's just... Hard for me sometimes.\" She finally looked up to meet his eyes, and saw his sadness. \n\nShe paused to try to steady her voice. After a few moments, she added, \"I'm afraid if we have another child that was disinterested in fighting, you would see them...\" She paused as her face finally changed from neutral to a pained sadness, and she let out a shaky breath as her vision blurred from tears. She couldn't finish her sentence, but they both knew what how it would have ended.\n\n*\"... As another disappointment.\"*"
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy watched her wipe the tears and brough his own hand up to gently wipe away what she had missed before cradling her cheek in his hand. \"Our disagreements have nothing to do with you, my love.\"\n\n\"As the oldest, Bladegarden falls to Marcus after I die, but he lives a politicians life. Our city is known for producing the best soldiers across Araedia and even through Marin. Our Primacies are known for their grit, strategy, and successful battles. He does not have the knowledge or the experience to continue that legacy.\" Elroy shook his head. \"It is not that I don't want him to pursue his own interests, but in doing so he has taken the legacy I have worked hard to build and thrown it away. It is a slap in the face, Jasmine, that everytime I ask him to put the protection of our country first he would rather attend balls and take pleasure with those who give it to him.\" \n\n\"I...\" Elroy paused momentarily as her words replayed through his mind. His gaze whipped back to hers before glancing down to her stomach and back up. \"Are... Are you pregnant?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine understood how Elroy felt. Bladegarden was not only Araedia's pride, but Elroy's personal one. But Marcus, being so young and carefree, wanted to focus on enjoying the fun frivolities of life instead of focusing on fulfilling the role his father had worked so hard to prepare him for. She knew that Elroy avoided talking about Marcus not because he did not love him, but because of the hurt it caused him. Their relationship broke his heart as much as it did Jasmine's.\n\nThe word \"Pregnant\" Snapped her from her thoughts. Jasmine's eyes scanned Elroy's face, trying to see if he seemed happy at the prospect, or upset, or anything detectable. He just stared at her.\n\nA new wave of tears formed as she stared down at her lap, avoiding his gaze. He didn't answer her question. Waves of frustration, sadness, loneliness, and a slight feeling of sickness crashed over her. She wanted to turn her head away from him, but he held her face in his hand. She felt sick. He kept looking at her, and she felt something collapse inside of her chest. A small, strangled sob escaped before she could stop it, and she began to cry into her hands as she nodded."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy watched her in disbelief, processing the news. \"You're pregnant.\" He whispered, one of her hands moving to her midsection. Her sobs brought him back to reality and he looked at her confused. \"Jasmine? What's wrong?\" She couldn't answer through her cries, so he pulled her onto his lap and held her close as her body shook from the sobs. \n\n\"Is this what you are worried about?\" He muttered into her hair."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nThe stress and sadness Jasmine had harbored inside for so long seemed to have finally surfaced: her trip to Delekou and the horrific nightmare she had during her stay, the pilgrimage with all of the innocents to die by the evil hands of the Circle. The things she was hiding from Elroy. Her constant feeling of loneliness. All of those reason paired with her emotional state of late made it so she was a mess.\n\n\"Yes,\" She said between jagged breaths as he cradled her against him. \"I just- I don't want...\" She trailed off as she dabbed her eyes with the sleeves of her nightgown. \"I don't want our baby to be a... Disappointment to you again.\" Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks before she dabbed her eyes again."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"How can I be disappointed in a child we haven't even met?\" He replied quietly, pushing her back and tilting his head to try and meet her eyes. She had to know that he would love and care for the child just as before. Things would be different. Elroy had many instances of regret from the way he had raised Marcus. \n\nWhen she refused to raise her head, Elroy knelt on the floor and looked up at her, a bright smile on his face. \"We are having another child, my love.\" His voice was excited and he squeezed her hands gently. \"If anything, this is a chance for me to be better father than I was with Marcus. You have nothing to worry about.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine sniffed loudly as she wiped her eyes for the thousandth time. She was a bit embarrassed that she had began crying out of nowhere, for no real reason. But she was surprised at how much better she felt. It seemed as though she finally regained control of herself, for she had stopped crying and now only had a shakiness to her breath.\n\n\"Oh, Elroy,\" She said, his words striking her as bittersweet. They were both so young when they had Marcus: Elroy twenty-three and Jasmine eighteen. Things were very hectic at that time, especially for Elroy. But he had tried his best.\n\nShe slid down from the bed so that was on the floor beside him, his hands still holding hers. \"It wasn't fair of me to say such things to you, Elroy. I already know you are a loving, devoted father.\" She moved so that her head rested against his neck, her arms moving around his torso in an gentle embrace. \" I have not been feeling like myself as of late, but that is no excuse.\" She gave the side of his neck a kiss before she leaned back to looked up at him. \"Will you forgive me, my darling?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"There is nothing to forgive.\" He kissed her forehead and let his arms draw her close. His words rang in the silence and Elroy let his mind wander as the sun's rays began to brighten their room, reveling in the embrace of his wife. \n\nHe would never say it out loud, but the revelation of her thought that he could possibly be disappointed in their child before evening meeting them stung. It struck at his core. The one thing he had never wanted as a father. To not be there for his children. He had been so blind when Marcus was younger and Elroy knew that the rift between them had come from his narrowmindedness about the care of Bladegarden and Araedia. He often wondered if Marcus would ever be able to see his side in the matter or if it would forever remain one of the many topics he disagreed with Elroy about on principle of being difficult. \n\n\"Perhaps we should skip the ride.\" He suggested quietly thinking about her previous journey and exhaustion. Especially given she was pregnant. *'Pregnant.'* He smiled, still enamored with the news."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved at the prospect of not having a morning ride. \"Could we do something else instead?\" She asked, kissing his cheek. She didn't really care what it would be, just as long as they were together.\n\nA thought struck her, and she added, \"My darling, would you keep my pregnancy between us for now?\" A small smile appeared on her lips. \"People tend to fuss and treat pregnant ladies as if they are about to break. It nettles me to no end.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"It won't be a secret for long given how I'll be fussing over you.\" He smiled, leaning down to quickly kiss her lips. \"But yes, I will refrain from explicitly mentioning it.\" \n\n\"What would you like to do?\" Gently moving her aside, Elroy rose from the floor before extending a hand to help her up. \"Though if you say tending to the weeds in your greenhouse I'm afraid I have paperwork to finish.\" He teased, chuckling when she threw him an exasperated look."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine sighed in mock-disappointment before taking his hand to be pulled up. \"How unfortunate.\" He had helped her a few times before in the greenhouse, but it was obvious the activity was not one of his favorites. Pity. She appreciated any and all excuses to have Elroy push his sleeves. He had a rather tantalizing pair of forearms. \n\nShe tore her mind away from the thought of her husband's visually pleasant arms to the question he had asked her. \"If we cannot weed the garden, then I don't particularly care what it is we do.\" She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. \"As long as we are together.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy did not hide the desire for his wife as his eyes traveled up and down her body. He knew that Jasmine prefered her simple garmets - and he found her beautiful in them as well - but in that moment, she was stunning and flashbacks of their first meeting left a residual smile on his face. \n\nStepping forward, he drew her close and tilted his head as he looked down at her with teasing smile. \"I don't know, my love...\" He begun, nuzzling her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of jasmine and patchouli she always had. \"I think the maids have found the perfect style for you.\" Elroy chuckled under her chin before pulling back and kissing her forehead. \"But yes, perhaps you should.\" He continued, pretending to ponder her question. \"Too many wandering eyes and I might have to loosen a few heads from their shoulders.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"With such a unique color and flamboyant design, I think it would be impossible for others not to notice,\" Jasmine told him before she kissed his cheek. With her hand lingering on his shoulder, she went past him to the closet to fetch another dress, this one not designated for riding. A hint of a grin tugged at her lips as Elroy turned to watch her. Though Jasmine did not necessarily agree with the maids' sense of fashion, it seemed that Elroy certainly did.\n\nMost of Jasmine's clothes were pretty, but not as elaborate as other ladies who kept up with the latest fashions. She was fond of nice colors and different designs. Though she didn't mind looking fancier on some days, especially for Elroy, Jasmine often felt that clothes should be comfortable and mobile. She was practical in that regard as she was most things.\n\nShe took one of her favorite dresses down and turned, laying it out on the bed. It was a simple dress: a cream-colored long sleeved blouse with a peacock-blue long skirt, and a dark blue-green sash around the waist. The colors suited her fairer complexion and complimented her red hair. It was simple, but elegant.\n\n\"Aren't you going to change?\" Jasmine asked with a smile as she began to slip out of her nightgown. She gave Elroy's nightshirt a pointed look, her eyes trailing down to his bare, but admittedly well-defined, legs. \"Or perhaps you are fond of wandering eyes, but only if you are their recipient?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"I believe I've been their recipient a number of times recently.\" He replied, lustful eyes gazing at the smooth skin of her shoulders before traveling over the collarbone and down her body. His body reacted to the sight with very little prompting, but he simply smiled as she gazed at his shirt pointedly. \"I think I'll let my eyes do the wandering this time.\" Leaning against the doorframe, Elroy watched as Jasmine seduced him with the simple task of getting dressed. How he yearned to move closer, rip her clothes off, and have her. '*Breathe...'* He reminded himself as she picked up the dress. \n\nHe let out a quiet, tortured groan as the dress covered her enticing figure. \"Help me button up the back?\" As she turned and held up her hair, Elroy moved behind her, his hands gently caressing her toned body before hiding it behind a wall of fabric and fastenings. As the last button was secured, Elroy firmly held her waist and turned her around to face him. \"That was mean.\" He accused with a smile."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nOutside the library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nWhen not distracted by his wife Elroy was able to get ready quickly, donning a dark red peasants shirt that lay flat against his chest, the neckline cutting low enough to leave little to the imagination. Elroy preferred these shirts for training as it left more skin exposed to the cooling air, which was always a welcome feeling in the midst of a fight.\n\n\"Andres!\" He called, belting his sword around his waist before walking out of their chambers. \n\"My lord?\" His second in command appeared at his side within a few moments. \n\"Did you look at the changes I proposed?\" Elroy continued, nodding to the men standing at attention at the corridor entrance. He had sent the man his suggestions for an alteration of the Araedian military structure he intended on proposing to Julianna. Elroy would tell Marcus once the plans had been solidified, but the boy had never been in battle. The thoughts of a seasoned fighter were more valuable than those of a boy parading around as a soldier in Erillia. \n\"Yes. The changes will increase efficiency, but they leave some of the outer towns less protected, especially the rice farms near the Little Bridges.\" Andrès glanced towards his superior with a questioning gaze. \"Unless that is what you intended.\" Elroy shook his head. \n\"No, it was not intentional. The pilgrimage will likely result in a loss of some men and for these plans to be solidified I need a new count of the number of men each major city has. From there we can delegate numbers more accurately. If the outer towns are less protected at that time we will need to reassess.\"\n\nThe two continued discussing until they reached the landing floor where Jasmine stood outside the library doors waiting. As they approached, Andrès bowed. \"Lady Thévenet,\" He greeted before turning to Elroy. \"I will have the men assemble in the ring. Will you be joining us?\" \n\"I will join you for your afternoon drill.\" Elroy replied, recalling the paperwork he had intended to do earlier before... Certain distractions had interrupted. Nodding, Andrès left, leaving Elroy and Jasmine alone outside the large oak doors. \n\n\"Did you find the book you were looking for?\" He asked, seeing a green bold cradled in her arms."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nOutside the library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine smiled at Andres, bowing her head in greeting as he finished his conversation with her husband. After he left, Elroy turned to face her. He looked very nice in red: it complimented his darker complexion and brought out his green eyes. Though its cut was most... Distracting. \n\n\"Ah.\" She noticed she was once again staring and quickly averted her eyes from his chest to look at her book she held in her arms. \"Yes. I did find it.\" She looked back up and in the direction that Andres had left. \"Are you certain you don't want to attend?\"She asked, referring to what Andres had mentioned about rounding up the men 'in the ring'. Jasmine wasn't certain what that meant specifically, but she assumed it had something to do with sparring. Perhaps she could spectate Elroy again, if that be the case. For educational and learning purposes, of course.\n\nShe cleared her throat as she glanced at Elroy, her eyes falling again to his exposed chest. She quickly looked back to her book. She was unsure if her cheeks were pink or if the room was just warm.\"I would understand if you needed to.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nOutside the library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"I'm sure.\" He imagined the men would be grateful for a break from him. Andrès was a force to be reckoned with and the his training for the men as a unit was intense. But the intensity came from battle experience and that was why Elroy had chosen him. Elroy, on the other hand, was more concerned with the individual. Swordmanship was a necessary skill, but a Prime represented more than someone good with a variety of weapons. Primes were cunning, creative, patient, and cruel. There was a balance to be struck. Every Prime that left Bladegarden to serve Araedia, or on rare occassion another kingdom, was a direct reflection of him. While Andrès tortured the men physically, Elroy tortured them mentally by putting them through stressors and then requiring them to handle a delicate situation. Jasmine's trip to Delekou the previous week had allowed him the chance to put together one of his extensive exercises. Not many had passed. \n\n\"Andrès is enough torture for this morning.\" He continued, catching her gaze on his chest. Smiling, he wrapped his arm around her to grab the handle of the oak door, moving in close for a brief moment before pulling away and opening it. \"In the meantime there are other matters to attend to. You are welcome to read as I work.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nIf Jasmine was uncertain if she was blushing before, she most certainly was now as Elroy purposefully backed her against the door, standing very close for a few moments as his arm went around her before he turned the door handle and opened the door. Jasmine quickly took a few steps backwards, her face flushed, before she turned and went over to the couch on the far side of the room, on the opposite side where the desk sat.\n\n\"Alright,\" She replied to his suggestion, smoothing her dress as she sat down. Giving Elroy one last look, she raised the green book so that its cover hide his view of her face, and after a few moments she casually crossed one leg over the other, displaying a good bit of her lower leg. \"I will leave you to your work, then.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy watched his wife subtly run away from him to the opposite side of the room. He stopped at the spacious desk across from the couch and began flipping through letters that had been placed there from the previous day. Moving to the other side, Elroy took a seat and began opening the first one addressed from the de Estragins. \n\nElroy's head rose to thank Jasmine for letting him work, but the words stopped in his throat as he noticed the way she was sitting. \"Mhmm.\" He hummed, an eyebrow raising as she attempted to distract him once again. When she refused to move the book away from her face he shook his head, chuckling, before returning his attention to the letter."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nIt felt as though only a short time had passed, but when Jasmine glanced up from her book she noticed through the large windows that the sun was high in the sky. Glancing at the old grandfather clock, it was almost noon. Time had flown by so quickly.\n\nNoting the page she was in her book, she marked it with Marcus's letter. She had read before she had begun her book, but decided she would mention its contents to Elroy at a later time. Standing up, she made a small noise as she raised her arms up, stretching her back. Elroy was still hard at work, sorting through papers and various documents.\n\nShe quietly walked over to him, stopping a little bit behind him. He was so focused, she wasn't sure if he even noticed her presence. He looked so handsome, with that focused expression on his face. Taking a few more steps so that she was close beside him, her hand rose to run through his dark curls affectionately, moving his hair out of his eyes. \n\n\"How are you doing?\" She asked softly as she continued to gently run her hands through his hair in a soothing fashion. She glanced to see what he was working on."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nThe rosters for each city were spread out on the map over their respective areas and books about the cities architecture lay on either side. It was crucial to have enough men to maintain the defenses and defend them if necessary. It had been many years since any city in Araedia had experienced a major attack, but Elroy had no intention of leaving them unprepared. Peace was good, yes, but Elroy also feared that their defenses left much to be desired. Certain cities were better equipped than others. Erba, Erillila, and Jacque, specifically had nobles who had trained at Bladegarden and knew what was needed to create the best defense. It was the other cities he was concerned about. \n\nThe gentle hand running through his hair distracted him and he looked up at her. \"Hmm? I'm fine.\" Smiling tiredly, he put down the quill as his eyes glanced across the map again. He let his head rest against the back of the chair as he looked up at her. \"Is everything okay?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Yes, everything is fine,\" She replied with a gentle smile. As he leaned back, her eyes flicked away from his face as they were momentarily drawn to his low-cut shirt. She quickly redirected her gaze back to the rosters and map sprawled across the desk. \n\n\"You seem like you could use a small break, my darling.\" She leaned over to plant a kiss on his head. \"It's lunchtime. You have been hard at work for hours.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"With no solution in sight.\" He sighed, frustrated. Elroy pushed the chair away from the desk covered in paper and books and stood,. His arms rose as he stretched and twisted from sde to side to loosen his muscles. As his arms fell to his side, he moved closer to Jasmine and kissed her lips gently. \"If you are hungry, go eat, Jasmine.\" He smiled and winked as he continued in a muffled voice, his hand resting on her abdomen. \"You are feeding two after all.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nA bittersweet smile appeared on Jasmine's lips as Elroy placed a hand on her abdomen. She thought of Marcus's letter, but now wasn't a good time to discuss it. Elroy was stressed enough as it was. She knew that Elroy was one to sometimes neglect his health when pressed with finishing certain affairs, and she was not going to let that happen on her watch. \n\nLightly trailing a finger along his chest, she turned to look up at him. \"Would you please join me?\" She asked before she leaned into the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around him. \"It won't take very long, I promise.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"I need to finish this, or at least make progress, before I join the men later in the afternoon.\" He removed her arms from around his neck and held her hands in his own. Jasmine's face showed the faintest hint of irritation and Elroy chuckled. \n\n\"I promise I will eat.\" He continued, \"But just as you've forgone food when busy with La Graudor, I need to keep working.\" His head moved to one side and he watched for her - what he expected to be - disapproval."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine felt a frown tug at the corners of her lips as she realized her strategy at convincing Elroy had failed. She knew he was watching her closely to see her reaction. In the past, she had been known to skipped meals occasionally if work at La Gruador was particularly hectic. However, this was a very different situation. \n\nShe didn't know how, exactly, but she decided that it was. Especially with all of the physical activity Elroy did every day, he needed to have at least something for energy.\n\n\"I understand you're very busy,\" She acknowledged as she glanced down at his hands over hers. She lifted her face, her expression showing soft concern. \"If you must continue to work here, at least let me bring you a tray with something to eat.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Jasmine.\" Elroy's eyes met his wifes as she continued trying to convince him to eat. \"I promised you I would and I will, but it is going to happen on my time, not yours.\" He countered softly, but firmly. Elroy was being patient because he knew she only had his best interests in mind, but the matters to which he was attending were pressing and he couldn't ignore them. \n\n\"If you don't believe me, I give you full permission to ask the cook if I ate anything before I left for training.\" He winked and smiled teasingly. \"If it should happen that I forgot,\" He paused as her eyebrows rose, \"Then you can yell at me for it later.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nDespite her best efforts, Jasmine's expression pinched into one of faint irritation again. His teasing tone made her feel like he was not taking what she was saying very seriously, though she knew he was trying to go about his refusal gently. She did not blame him for worrying about his work. In fact, she empathized. But she knew he could eat a single grape and claim he upheld his promise, and be correct in saying so.\n\nShe felt her annoyance grow at that imaginary scenario, and she knew perfectly well that it was unfair to get irritated at a figment of her imagination regarding the future. She didn't want to add to Elroy's stress, despite him adding to hers.\n\n\"I wouldn't yell at you,\" She said after a few moments of silence, trying to relax her face into a more neutral expression. His comment about the cook annoyed her as well (particularly the part where he mentioned giving her his permission), but she tried not to let it show. It was clearly a teasing joke, and she knew that Elroy did not mean it in any serious way. Still, despite that knowledge, it nettled her."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet \nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nJasmines face and response told Elroy she had not taken his words as he intended and he shook his head. \"I know, my love.\" Eyes searching her face, he tried to discern what she was thinking. \n\n\"Something is on your mind.\" He continued, wanting her to feel free to talk to him. One of the biggest hurdles in their relationship were the \"Foreign topics\" That they both avoided for fear of upsetting the other. But doing so led to holding of feelings and thoughts that exploded at a later date. \"Jasmine, what is it?\" His face was confused... Clearly he had done something wrong, but he couldn't deduce what it was."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine's mind honed in on Elroy's admission that he would 'never *Intentionally* Deprive' himself, and she was tempted to remark with a quip about how he should think of his body *Intentionally*. But she knew by the wary look on his face as he changed the topic, letting go of her hands to rearrange a few papers on his desk, that enough was enough. \n\n\"I will depart very soon for La Gruador. Our inventory was supposed to be replenished while I was away, and among other things I want to double check that everything is in order. And then there is paperwork of my own.\" She let out a soft sigh, glancing out the window to look at the sun high in the sky. \"I'm not sure what time it will be when I get back.\"\n\nElroy finished rustling his papers, and she took a step forward to kiss his cheek. \"I think it best if I leave now,\" She told him with a faint smile as she lightly patted his other cheek. Her tone was affectionate and no longer so serious as it was before. \"I don't want to keep intruding on your important work with my henpecking.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nHer parting kiss was gentle and Elroy reciprocated before correcting her assumption that her presence was anything other than a delight. \"You never intrude.\" \n\nElroy gestured towards the door and accopanied her to it as he continued. \"The paperwork never ends does it?\" Chuckling, he pulled the door open, letting her exit first before leaning against it. \"I will be at the training grounds late into the evening, so do not rush back on my account.\" The memory of her at the edges of the training fields the previous day passed through his mind and he reconsidered, smirking. \"Or do if you like the view.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nThe Library, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nDespite Elroy's smug grin, Jasmine held her head high and posture ever upright as she pretended to consider his question. \"The natural scenery can be quite breathtaking, I will admit. The setting sun reflecting upon the water does look rather enchanting, doesn't it?\" She replied with a smile of her own. \"If the clanging of swords and sweating men running about was not part of the experience...\" She leaned forward, lowering her voice. \"I imagine it would be quite romantic.\"\n\nWhile it was true that Jasmine thought Elroy to look dashing in any and all occasions, he was aware that she especially liked how he looked in the midst of sparring. Something about how focused he was. How he donned that serious, hard expression that she rarely saw directed at her. The simultaneous display of a fast paced, ever-evolving strategy and the powerful, elegant swiftness of swordplay fascinated her. It was one of the rare subjects that Jasmine was happy to simply sit and observe instead of actively working to fully understand its every aspect. Part of the beauty of swordplay was not having to know everything that was going on to be able to fully enjoy it. And, of course, it did not hurt that Elroy also looked exceptionally alluring while he sparred.\n\nShe took a small step backwards in the direction of the stables. She did not wanting to keep him from his work any longer. \"I wish you the best of luck with your tasks, my darling. I will see you later this evening, if everything goes well for me.\" If La Gruador was in the state that usually occurred in the rare event of her absence, then she would most likely return home very late. She mouthed the word, 'I love you,' as she took a few more steps backwards, knowing how Elroy was not too overtly fond of her using the phrase within the hail of others. Still, she wanted to tell him. With one last parting smile, she turned and strode down the hall with purpose."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nBalcony of their private quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nThe warmth in the air dissipated as the sun began its descent below the horizon. A stark contrast to the bright hues of sunset that warmed the thoughts of those who viewed it with awe. Unlike many things, the sun was a constant companion. Its cycle predictable, comforting even because every day had an ending and a new beginning. \n\n*'A new beginning.'*\n\nThe crackle of paper yearning to break free from the tight grasp of its captor interrupted his contemplation. Elroy did not need to see the words to recall what the note had said.\n\n```Dear Mother, \n\nIt's been a while since I've been home to see you, and I hope you've been doing well. Worry has struck everyone here in Erillia as the planning for the pilgrimage is reaching its final stages, and I wouldn't be surprised if the people In charge of the whole affair drop dead any day now from stress.\n\nDespite the urgency in most of the planning, my time has been as it always is. With Father in charge of most of the guards and the idea of a military assault against the infected unlikely, as the rest of the court runs around I find myself with more time on my hands then worries. \n\nPart of me wishes I could do more, help in any way that I can. The system they have for the payment of the pilgrimage is rather fascinating, and I would give anything to be a part of the conversation over another meeting about supplies headed to Bladeguarden that Father handled a month previous. The plan, while flawed for now, seems to be focused around redistributing shops and land to larger businesses when families cannot pay for, or maintain their inheritance. \n\nThe application process is one that bores even me, but the taxes on the now larger businesses should be enough that through the plan the pilgrimage almost pays for itself within a few years. Enough about talks of this for now though, it's not my issue anyhow just gossip and rumors I've heard around some friends. My real reason for writing is saying I plan to visit for a short time and will be arriving within the next few days. I have a project that I need to talk to Father about despite it being something I'm sure his all knowing brain will be able to solve with no worries. The exact details are slightly too fine to be discussed over mail, so i've arranged a short trip back. \n\nAll going well I hope to see you within the next week at most, and I'm sorry for any disturbances my presence may cause in advance. \n\nLove, Marcus Thèvent.```\n\nAn ache from the tense grip around the letter forced Elroy to relax his hand and smooth the paper on the stone ledge of the balcony. His finger traced the letters of his sons name and Elroy's head fell in shame with a sigh. He had many regrets. He had failed many people. But none, perhaps, as much as his son. Their relationship had soured long ago when Marcus threw his responsibility to Bladegarden away. Elroy had worked tirelessly through the years to provide the best inheritence he could give his son. But for what? \n\n*'For nothing.'* He thought bitterly. \n\nThe chill from the air drove Elroy inside. Slowly folding the letter, he left it on Jasmine's desk before calling for a hot bath to be drawn. Jasmine, he imagined, would not be home for a few hours still if she was working late as usual and Elroy needed space to think."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nProvincial Thèvenet\n\nThe night air was cold and crisp as Jasmine looked up at the stars twinkling above. She was tired, but satisfied with the work she had accomplished in La Gruador. The inventory was successfully updated, and things had run slightly smoother than she had expected in her absence. Everything was in order. Shivering slightly from a breeze that rustled her cloak, she handed the reins to a servant with a tired smile before she went inside.\n\nThe stress of the day had taken its toll upon her, in one way or another. The hospital affairs were in order, though it had taken her ten hours of hard work and running to and fro. The letter from Marcus had given her mixed emotions. While her heart felt glad at the idea of seeing her son again, the inevitable arguments that were to follow between him and Elroy weighed upon her heavily. She often was seen as a hindrance by both parties when trying to be the mediator. And she was forever the mediator, whether she wanted to be or not. She had no choice. She could not afford to be selfish with her stance or emotions to jeopardize her family's happiness. \n\nIf only they would see it that way, instead of thinking her difficult or not understanding. If only they thought similarly.\n\nA tired sigh escaped her lips.\n\n*'The letter...'* It was as good a time as any to show it to Elroy. She took a right down the hall, straying from her original path of the private quarters to arrive instead at the library. She noticed immediately that the book was moved from where she had left it on the small table. It was nowhere to be found. *'Did Elroy bring it to the bedroom for me?'* She wondered as she glanced around the room. It was nowhere in sight.\n\n.\n\nShe paused. He must have seen the letter.\n\nAnother sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed her face with her hand. Her hair had come half undone with her scurrying around La Gruador, and yet she did not care. She tried to prepare herself for what was likely to come as she made her way to the private quarters. With a slow inhale, she pushed the door open to see Elroy sitting in bed with a book. Her eyes darted to her desk, and the letter sat on top of her book in full view.\n\nHe knew.\n\nAs his eyes lifted his eyes from his book, she tried to give him a smile. Despite her best efforts, her weariness and apprehension was still prevalent in her expression as she held her hands meekly in front of her. \"Hello, darling,\" She said quietly as she took a few small steps into the doorway. She paused as her eyes went back over to the letter. Lifting a hand to tuck a lock of red hair that had come loose from her braid behind her ear, she looked back over at Elroy.\"...Are you angry with me?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy eyes strayed from the words of his book to his wife as he heard hear greeting. \"Hello.\" He replied quietly taking great care with his tone while watching as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Sighing, Elroy picked his book back up nodding towards the bathroom. \"I had the servants draw you a bath. Best not let it get cold.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nAfter looking at him for a few moments, she nodded and moved to the washroom. Seeing that her nightgown was neatly folded on its usual resting place on the counter, she dared not looked back at Elroy as she quietly shut the door to the bathroom. Her attempt at a composed expression crumpled as soon as the door clicked shut. \n\nAfter slowly taking off her clothes, she slid into the tub. The water was lukewarm at best, but still comforting. Crossing her arms over her chest in a sort of self-embrace, she laid in the water and thought about bittersweet memories and how simple things used to be."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy let his wife take her time, occassionally glancing at the door and listening for the sound of water splashing out of the tub. He considered checking on her after a half hour had passed, but thought it would be better to wait until she was done. He had his time to process the information and he wanted to allow her the same. \n\nThe shuffles of movement in the washroom made him put the book down, waiting for her to emerge so they could talk."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nAfter roughly forty minutes, Jasmine rose from the now-cold tub and dried herself off. She was not sure if she felt better or worse. After donning her nightgown and drying her wet hair best she could, she opened the door to the bathroom. Elroy was already waiting for her, his book no longer in his hands as he watched her walk out.\n\nShe went over to sit on the wooden chair at her desk, turning it so that she was facing her husband. She was afraid that she would be too tired if she sat upon their soft bed. Looking at Elroy's eyes, she patiently waited for him to say something. She had failed to lead the conversation earlier, and would let Elroy speak first instead."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Chambers, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Were you planning on telling me?\" He asked, not wanting to sound accusatory, but also disappointed that she had waited even though she had known prior. Elroy was not mad. It was not Jasmine's fault that Marcus only communicated with her about his plans when it would have been better to send him official notice so he could prepare. \n\nAs much as Elroy would like to say he would professionally handle a surprise visit from their son, it would not be true. With warning he could prepare in both and official and personal capacity for the conversations that would follow."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nA slightly hurt expression crossed Jasmine's face, though she tried to hide it. \"Of course I was,\" She said softly, keeping her tone gentle. It was on the tip of her tongue to add, *'I never keep things from you,'* But she couldn't bring herself to say such a thing. While it would have been true only a week ago, that was not the case anymore.\n\nShe lowered her gaze to look at the edge of their bed, not wanting Elroy to see the sadness in her eyes. \"You were so stressed by your work that I thought it would be best to wait to tell you. I only read it this morning. It must have came while I was away.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy pondered her reply for a few moments. \"Do you remember the promise we made to each other in the gardens the night before our marriage?\" His eyes rested on her, waiting for her to meet his gaze. Elroy hated how much they had been fighting recently. Maybe something had happened during her visit to her parents near Delekou? But when she had returned things seemed fine. \n\n\"We promised to tell each other everything..\" He paused. Shaking his head, Elroy threw back the covers and scooted to the edge of the bed, chucling quietly. \"We worry about each other more than we do ourselves. But despite how well I think I know you, I am not you, Jasmine. I would never presume to know what you can or cannot handle.\" Elroy didn't think Jasmine truly understood what a marvel she was and what he saw in her. Brilliant, but humble. Stubborn, yet with seemingly boundless patience. How often had he lost his own patience only to be guided back to reason by her calm? Jasmine was not only his partner, but his rock.\n\n\"You had good intentions. I know that.\" He continued, smiling gently at her. \"Jasmine, I don't like this. Being upset. Please, just be honest with me even if you think I can't handle it.\" He was exhausted. Between the pilgrimage and the news of her pregnancy and now Marcus coming home... Was there anything more the Xolile wanted to add to his growing list?"
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nElroy shook his head at her apology, rising from the bed to kneel in front of her and take her hands. \"Let's just be better.\" He said gently, kissing her soft skin before looking up at her. \"I have not been the best father or the best husband over the years. You...\" He paused shaking his head with a chuckle as the memories of her scolding him over the years rose...\"You changed me. And for the better.\" He quickly added. \"But I'm not perfect yet, Jasmine, and while you are perfect in my eyes, you are not either. We can still grow. As husband and wife. As parents, as rulers of Bladegarden. There is still so much for us to learn.\" \n\nElroy let his words hang in the air for a moment. \"Don't apologize for having good intentions. But be better. With me.\" His eyes searched her own, full of love and determination. \"Let's be better together.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nA bittersweet smile appeared on Jasmine's face as she momentarily met Elroy's eyes. He spoke so kindly to her. He was so compassionate.\n\n*'To be better together.'*\n\n\"Oh, Elroy...\" A simultaneous rush of love and shame made her chest feel tight. She gently squeezed his hands before leaning forward to softly kiss his cheek. \"I would like that very much.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\n\"Good.\" He smiled, helping her up from the chair before pulling her tightly to his chest. Elroy remembered being a young boy and thinking the love his parents displayed was sickening, but Jasmine elicited the same feelings from him. \n\n\"Come, we need to sleep.\" He led her to the bed, their hands still intertwined. Crawling in, he pushed the covers back for her on the right side. As she crawled in beside him, Elroy kissed her forhead. \"I love you.\""
},
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nJasmine nestled in closer to Elroy, a feeling of contentment washing over her as she rested her cheek upon his shoulder. His kiss on her forehead and his \"I love you\" Made her squeeze his hands yet again. Elroy did not often use that phrase. \"I love you, too.\"\n\n—————\n\nJasmine's eyes opened, and she saw that the room was still dark. Judging by how tired she felt, it had only been two or three hours since Elroy and she had gone to bed. Slowly leaning her head back, she saw that Elroy was asleep, his expression relaxed and breathing slow.\n\nShe paused for a moment, staring at him, then softly called, \"Elroy?\" Her voice was barely an audible whisper, much more quiet than what she usually had to use to rouse Elroy out of his sleep."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Elroy Thèvenet \nProvate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet \n\nElroy did not stir. ~~Instead, dreaming that alien dragons came and invaded Araedia killing Xolile and freeing them all from religious slavery.~~"
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Jasmine Thèvenet\nPrivate Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet\n\nSeeing that Elroy did not stir and that his expression remained peaceful, Jasmine stared at him for a few moments longer. The marriage vow they had made together so long ago, and Elroy's request of her honesty, was eating away at her.\n\nWith her eyes staying on Elroy's face to make sure that he did not show signs of stirring, Jasmine began to profess everything in the same faint, barely audible tone. As well as her plan of the poisonous pills, she told him of other things. Things that she had told him before, but with more detail. How she sometimes felt as though the Pilgrimage wouldn't have been necessary if she would have worked harder. How saddened she was with the constant arguing between he and Marcus, and the mixed feelings of apprehension and excitement she felt at the idea of raising another child. She told him of her mother's constantly declining health and worrying state of mind. Her hatred of the Circle. How utterly alone she felt sometimes.\n\nShe was not sure how long she spent confessing to Elroy's sleeping form, but when she had finished she felt as if a small weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She finally allowed herself to move closer to him, nestling against his chest as she closed her eyes with a small sigh. She finally allowed her mind to drift off in a tired, dreamless sleep."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nIrritation clouded his mind at her questions. She was not privy to his personal decisions and he was not required to explain himself to her. Xavier could not deny that what he had done was reckless, though in a different manner than Candela suspected, but her assertion that he had left without being prepared soured his mood further. Breathing deeply, Xavier let his hands rub his face.\n\n*'She is pestering because she cares.'* He reminded himself, attempting to keep his frustration at bay. \n\n\"Del, please.\" He began as they entered the kitchen, tripping over the entrance before catching himself on the nearby wall followed by a half-assed, sleep-deprived chuckle. \"I will explain, but I can barely follow our current conversation let alone coherently answer the questions you have posed.\" His eyes caught her stern look and he shook his head. \"Our conversation will be more productive and calm if we wait.\" He smiled watching as she moved a few things out of their path. \"You can scold me after I bathe and sleep.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nA light sigh escaped from Candela's mouth before she nodded. \"You're right.\" A slight smile appeared on her face, for only a moment. \"It's no fun to give you a bollocking when you're in this state, anyways.\"\n\nShe stood by Xavier as they continued to walked down the hall, holding him by the arm in case he stumbled again. Though the grime from his shirt was surely getting on her clothes, she didn't seem to care. Even now, despite her frustration and the unpleasant smell and state of Xavier's clothes, she still found herself thinking it was nice to hold his arm in hers.\n\nShe glanced up at him as the walked past two female servants, who stared as they passed. \"Do you want me to watch over you as you bathe, or someone else?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nXavier was grateful for Candela's assistance. He heard the whispers of some of the servants and felt their stares, but was too tired to care. It would have to be addressed eventually - their servants were notorious for spreading rumors, both truthful and exagerrated, of their actions. \n\n\"Afraid I'm going to drown? The tub isn't even deep enough for that, Del.\" Xavier chuckled, pausing as his wife pulled Rose aside to ask for a hot bath to be drawn. When the woman had left, he continued. \"I'd rather bathe alone, if it's the same to you.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nNow he was spewing nonsense. *'He really must be tired,'* She thought as she studied him. He was smart enough to know that what he had just said was utter rubbish. A filled tub would not be hard to drown in at all, especially in his current state.\n\n\"You can be in the tub alone, but you seem like you'll conk out at any moment. A warm bath is too tempting for both your mind and body,\" She said firmly. \"I'll have Teo come to watch over you, if you prefer it be him over me. But someone needs to be present, just in case.\" \n\nShe saw the irritation in his expression, and gave his arm a squeeze. \"I know you are exhausted and your patience is short, but be reasonable.\" She reached over with her free hand to gently tuck a loose, frazzled lock of blond hair behind his ear. \"If our roles were reversed, you would ask the same.\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nSighing, he conceded. \"You're right, I would.\" Normally, Xavier would be excited to have his wife in the room while bathing. If she didn't join him they would spend the time discussing new inventions, working out problems that had come up or simply enjoying the others company. \n\nBut today. Today he had no energy for it. If she attempted to strike up a conversation he would have Teo come in and keep an eye out. \"You can keep watch, but I'm not in the mood to talk during it so bring something else to do.\" As they reached their chambers, Xavier grasped the door handle and pulled it open, holding in a quiet groan from the effort. The door must have gained a hundred pounds. What had they done, put stone on the bottom?"
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nOne of Candela's dark eyebrows arched as she watched Xavier struggle to open the door. That was a rather snippy response for her husband, despite its delivery. She guided him to the washroom, where he sat down on the stool and breathed an audible sigh of relief.\n\n\"Yeah, I was sort of planning on that,\"Candela said as she went over to the closet to retrieve fresh, clean clothes. Perhaps she'd have the ones he was currently wearing burned. \"I'm working on a new hairpin. Trying to go in a new artistic direction with this one.\" Hanna's sparkling eyes and Tamgelo's canary bycocket hat came into mind. \"And speaking of art, Hanna wanted-\"\n\n\"Is Daddy in there??\" Candela turned her head from the closet to see Hanna's small head peering into the room, almost like a cat. Or kitten, with her diminutive size and hair going every whichway.\n\n\"Well, yes, but he's about to take a bath.\" Candela did not know if Xavier was in a state to make any decision, even one regarding a hamster's choice of headwear. \"When he's done-\"\n\nHanna skipped over to the bathroom door before Candela could reach her, colored sketches of Hamgelo in hand. \"Daddy, I am mak-inggg...?\" Her voice cut off as she reached the bathroom door and looked inside.\n\nCandela quickly reached her daughter seconds later, and was relieved to see that Xavier had only gotten to prying off his boots and socks. Hanna's eyes were large as she stared at her father, her eyebrows scrunched together in a look of both confusion and distaste as her nose wrinkled. Her small pink mouth was curved down in a repelled frown, the corner of her right side of her upper lip curled. Candela put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, and Hanna tore her eyes away from t he ragged, dirty man in their washroom to look up at her mother.\n\n\"Why does Daddy look-\" A slight hesitation as she glanced over at Xavier before turning back to her mother, her voice a not-so-quiet, very concerned whisper- \"Like shit, Mama?\""
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nThe smell of licorice root wafted through the bathroom, slowly filling with steam, drawing Xavier into its warm embrace. He knew the properties from Candela's lectures while developing their famous tea. It was good for rejuvination, focus, and relieving stress. Xavier didn't care enough to linger on the thought, but the possibility of Del using that herb to get answers crossed his mind. \n\nHe heard her speaking, but it was muffled to his ears as he began to untie his muddy, grime covered boots. Nodding absentmindedly he attempted to appear engaged. \n\n\"Daddy, I'm mak-inggg...?\" Xavier turned, surprised to hear his daughters voice. He watched her eyes travel over him before a frown disrupted the excitement that had been prevelant on her face moments before. As she finished her sentence, Xavier's brown eyebrows rose, eyes traveling to his wife. She had a sailors mouth and it was clearly being transferred to their daughter. \n\nSmiling, Xavier knelt down and beckoned Hanna over. \"Do you remember the pipes you built with me earlier this year?\" Soft brown curls bounced as their daughter nodded her head yes, large eyes still looking at him with concern. \"And how dirty we got putting them in the ground?\" She scoffed and playfuly pushed him. \"You pushed me into the mud!\" Xavier chuckled, leaning back to catch himself. \"I went to go play in the mud again, that's all, Hangelo.\" Winking at her, he stood and nodded towards Candela. \"Mama tells me you have an art project you want my help with. Let me get cleaned up and I'll take a look, okay?\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\n\"Yes, let your Daddy get clean and take a little nap so his mind is fresh to help you with your important decision.\" Candela reached over to kiss the top of Hanna's head, moving her curls to one side of her neck affectionately. \"Now, scoot! Go have some breakfast. I think I saw some blueberry muffins on their way out of the oven.\"\n\n\"Ooooh! Okay, bye Daddy!\" Hanna moved her head to kiss her father's cheek out of habit, stopped and wrinkled her nose, then instead gave him a thumbs-up before turning around and running out the room and down the hall to her muffins.\n\n\"And there she goes,\" Candela said before going over to lock the washroom door in case Hanna came back to ask more questions. She waited until Xavier was undressed and in the tub before grabbing the stool and sitting down on it. She hiked her dress up to prop an ankle on her knee in a rather unladylike pose before she took out a sharp knife and a half-carved stick of wood. Beginning to whittle, she glanced over at Xavier. He seemed both relieved and faintly surprised that he actually made it to the tub. The effort of his movements did not go unnoticed.\n\n\"Want help washing your hair?\" She asked casually as she made a long, thin curl of the wood."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nXavier watched Candela kiss their daughter and affectionately play with her curls. Word choices aside, she was a wonderful mother and the scene in front of him was a good reminder of how lucky he was.\n\n*'And how stupid you are for putting them in danger.'*\n\nSwallowing the thought, he smiled as Hanna paused, wrinkling her nose, before stepping back and giving him a thumbs up. \"Goodbye bean sprout!\" He called after her, chuckling. \n\n\"Not one to care about what she interupts, is she?\" Xavier asked, pulling off the remaining clothes. His muscles burned and movements were stiff as he climbed into the tub with significant effort. The hot water coaxed a sigh of relief from his lips as he sank into the water, leaning back against the ceramic and resting his head on the edge with his eyes closed. Xavier knew that he needed to clean himself, but in that moment he could care less. The feeling was heaven. \n\n\"Hmm?\" He asked, eyes fluttering open to his wife whittling wood in her chair. A nervous flutter of his stomach followed the thought that he wasn't necessarily comfortable with her holding a knife near him naked, but he tried not to show it. \"So long as you leave the knife at your chair.\" He replied with a small smile. \"I'm rather partial to my hair.\""
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nCandela tsked, a slight smile forming on her mouth as she placed both the stick and her whittling knife on the counter. \"Pity. I thought you could use a bit of a trim,\" She said as she dusted the reminisce of wood shavings on her hands into the waste basket. It was an obvious lie: Candela loved how long Xavier's hair was. It was thick and shiny and soft; the color of gold in the sunshine. What she would give to be some sort of cosmic hair length exchange between them: for her to have shorter hair and for him to have hair so long he could sit on it.\n\nAfter savoring that thought for a few moments longer, Candela moved the stool so she was sitting behind Xavier's head. Pouring a good bit of homemade shampoo in her palm, with the other she scooped some warm water onto Xavier's head to wet his hair before mixing the shampoo in. It began to lather rather quickly, the relaxing smell of peppermint and rosemary perfuming the air. After the shampoo was evenly distributed, she gently began to massage his scalp with her finger pads. Even though she was unhappy with his choice of leaving so suddenly and returning in such a state, she couldn't help wanting to show him affection.\n\n\"Is that nice?\" She asked, leaning her head to look at his face. She wanted to make sure she wasn't putting him to sleep."
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"author": "astralogical.laura",
"message": "Xavier de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\n\"Oh?\" Xavier watched his wife set down the knife and wood onto the chair, eyebrows raising at her words. \"You don't have a hidden pair of scissors in the folds of your dress, do you?\" He teased. Candela simply laughed at him before sliding onto the stool behind him. \n\nXavier sunk a little deeper into the water as her hands massaged his scalp, the scents of rosemary and peppermint growing stronger with every motion. Sighing in contentment he let his head rest against the edge of the tub, eyes closing as she continued. \"Heavenly would be a better choice of words.\" He replied, quietly."
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"author": "cattoebeans",
"message": "Candela de Delekou\nProvincial Delekou\n\nA smile formed on Candela's lips at her husband's sigh of contentment. \"And to think you initially believed you would have had more fun bathing without me.\"\n\nShe chuckled at her statement, amused at how suggestive those words sounded out of context, as she ran her fingers through his soapy hair before moving her hands down his neck and onto his shoulders, rubbing away the sweat and grime."
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Juliana de Barbarac\nHigh Blood Palace, Erilla\n\nThe soft creek of the heavy oak door as it swung on its iron hinges roused her from the spell the letter had cast over her. Quickly, she tucked the letter back into its envelope and turned to greet her guest, while deftly tucking the envelope beneath a stack of other documents. There was a slight flush to her face and a faint shine in her eyes, the only sign that belied her of the tears she had shed. The signs vanished quickly though as she blinked away the last remnants of her tears and plastered a serene, stoic look onto her face once more.\n\n\"Welcome, Marcus,\" She said, her voice impassive and methodical as always. \"Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I have heard rumblings of an uprising which very much concern me, and I understand that you have ideas. I would like to hear more of your plans.\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "Marcus Thevenet\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nHis boots tapped softly against the ground as he walked in, and despite the lack of room for one Marcus' steps seemed to echo in his ears as he inhaled deeply to calm himself. The smell of ink and parchment greeted him as he did so, and as he raised his eyes to meet Julianas whatever expression had been dancing across her face moments before was erased without a trace. As she welcomed him he bowed slightly, nodding as she spoke. The tension in his chest eased away as he returned to standing, and a soft smile crept onto his face now that actual conversation had begun. \n\n\"That's a shame, I've always enjoyed smalltalk. With the way things are right now I'd imagine not much of it has found its way to your ears either.\" He was quick to continue and fulfill her request, his own voice dropping from jesting into a more neutral and serious tone. \"With the pilgrimage being the way it is, discontent among people was to be expected. I hope that by offering something else to fill the place of fear we can quell any spark of uprising by offering safety instead.\""
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"author": "kaylamityjane",
"message": "Juliana de Barbarac\nHigh Bloom Palace\n\nHer lips pursed and her eyes narrowed at his joke, finding it not amusing in the slightest. Yet she excused it because of his youth and inexperience, as well as his lineage. With time, she hoped, he would grow into the leader and professional that his father was. For now, she made a mental note to chastise him for it later, and perhaps bring it up with his father as well.\n\nThe look of disdain faded as he continued, melting into one of focus and pensiveness. Now seated at her desk, she rested her elbows on it and leaned forward, folding her hands in front of her, with her pointer fingers pointing upwards and her head resting on it. \n\nHer brow furrowed as she replied, \"Give the people a sense of safety... While also dissuading dissidents with a show of our forces...\" She nodded slightly, pausing for a moment before saying, \"I like this idea, but how do you intend to do this? We can't afford to sacrifice the manpower guarding the pilgrimage right now, and our other forces are stretched rather thin as it is. I know you mentioned some of this when you first brought it to me, but I want a more detailed plan before I give my approval.\""
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "Marcus Thevenet\nHigh Bloom Palace, Erilla\n\nAs the look of disapproval hit him his smile wavered for a moment, but despite that as she leaned forwards in what seemed to be focus he stepped towards her away from the entrance, closer to the center of the room. Organizing his thoughts he shoved any reamerging nerves from the failed jest aside. He finally had a chance to do something and prove his worth, a plan that he had crafted himself. He wasn't about to let a joke and frown ruin any momentum he hoped to build as he spoke. \n\n\"Of course, guarding the pilgrimage takes priority. Guards from Bladeguarden mostly that I'm aware of, but I'm sure other cities will send their own as the people move onwards. The larger cities across Araedia will most likely manage themselves just fine, but it's the smaller towns I worry about. How many towns know nothing about the situation other than a Husband, Brother, Cousin, or Daughter got sick and now is being marched away to never return?\" Marcus let the words sink in for a moment before continuing, each word he spoke building the foundations for his plan. \n\n\"The Primes from Bladeguarden are known across Araedia. And while they may be slightly too important to waste on towns and villages, I'm sure we are both aware how high Lord Thevenet's expectations are. Not being a Prime doesn't dissuade from the fact that these men who failed to live up to expectations still received incredible military training however brief. With your permission and Lord Thevenet's blessing i'd like to gather a small force of previous candidates and send them to inspect and assist in improving order.\""
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "```Kiril Bloom\nAraedia, Delekou```\n\nKiril had been traveling the Araedian countryside for some months since meeting the Witch in Red. His hand had been partially healed: not painful anymore, with no pinkness or angry flesh but plenty of scar tissue and enough damage for him to have partially lost feeling. The Azaryan man had also grown more accustomed to his cover as an Araedian. He'd taken in the local sights, spoken to every guide or bard he met, and had a decent understanding of the area. Enough to pose as a native, if need be.\n\nHe was dressed in a modest outfit of brown pants, a light floral top that was pleasingly indicative of his new-found citizenship in the nation, and comfortable black boots for the traveling he was wont to do every waking moment of his life. \n\nCurrently he was sat in the garden of a tavern on the outskirts of Delekou. It was a place that commonly had travelers and workers the various assorted jobs that the farms and vineyards in the surrounding countryside seemed to attract. There were numerous caravans taking the foodstuffs in and out of Delekou, either to seaports or to the numerous cities that dotted the nation. From rich merchants to skilled craftsmen to humble farmhands, there was all manner of different faces. But one stuck out as different from the rest.\n\nShe seemed exceedingly uncomfortable, out of place in her own skin from what he could tell. She was also notably singing a Northern verse. He hadn't heard anything of the sort for months, and especially not this far south. It was a curious thing. The black-haired man had been minding his own business at a table not too far from her, enjoying the outdoors and admiring his new tan despite the fact that he still had gloves on and he burned in the sun just as easily as he tanned.\n\n\"Excuse me, Miss, where is that song from?\"\n\nPosing the part of an honest bard and wanderer, questions were naturally in order. The table was empty apart from him. A chair sat empty across from where he sat, though they were close enough to easily speak in a level tone to one another.\n\nKiril had made the journey through the Northern Mountains and into Erillia a couple months ago. It had been a relatively peaceful journey, though the mountains did give him the distinct impression of being trapped; he wasn't exactly sure why, given that they were days away from him. He had pointedly kept his gloves on since he'd arrived. He had no delusions that Araedia would be so welcoming to his ilk as Astoria had been, and he wasn't about to take a chance."
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"author": "lukewarm7754",
"message": "Jora Sylgritte,\nAraedia, Delekou\n\nAt first, the man's words didn't fully register. She was so used to trying to piece together foreign dialects that hearing her native tongue spoken aloud was almost surreal—an echo of familiarity superimposed upon a backdrop of extrinsic, meaningless chatter.\n\nUsing her shoulders, Jora pushed herself away from the cobblestone wall and turned her head towards the stranger. That one stray lock that she had just tucked away was freed by the sudden motion. There he sat, looking back at her. In stark contrast to Jora, who stood out like a blemish, the unknown man seemed far more accustomed to his surroundings. Whether he was playing the part of a chameleon or he simply happened to know Coldtongue, she couldn't tell. He certainly didn't look like your typical burly, light-haired Northlander, but then again, she wasn't too acquainted with other cultures outside of her home region.\n\nHer stiff joints popped as she stood up, simultaneously picking up her weapon. The hefty bearded axe was more akin to a hatchet in her hand; her fist alone was the size of a child's skull. She made her way over to the man's table, flipped the empty seat around and sat back down, her forearms resting on the chair's back.\n\n\"Just an old battle-cry. \"When steel sings, so do I. Death to kings; the end is nigh.\". It's a shitblood thing.\" \n\nAn unambiguous explanation, befitting of her straightforward demeanour.\n\nNow that the distance between them was shortened, Jora took the time to fully inspect the man. His attire didn't scream \"Obscene wealth\", but wasn't too shabby either—it was fair to assume that he had a handful of the ol' shinies lining his pocket. Her icy blue eyes briefly acknowledged his gloved hands. She was certainly no expert in Araedian, or any kind of fashion, but unless he just got back from working the forge, donning gloves in such a weather seemed somewhat excessive.\n\n\"Guessing you ain't local either\" Jora said, her assumption doubling as a question.\n\nShe drew another healthy gulp from her tankard, only to immediately cringe right after:\n\n\"I don't recommend the ale. The warmbloods know their wines, but their brew is piss.\""
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "```Kiril Bloom\nAraedia, Delekou```\n\nKiril's eyebrows rose as Jora spoke to him in the Coldtongue. It had been a while since he'd heard it spoken to him, and even longer since he'd had a real conversation in it. He had a mental battle with himself. He could continue speaking Coldtongue, lean into his character, and hope that he didn't fall too deep to recover. He could otherwise speak a more common tongue and hope that Jora could match him. He decided that the former was a welcome enough diversion from his norm that it was worth the risk.\n\n\"From the Witherlands, isn't it? Maybe I'm misremembering. Regardless, no, I'm not a local. Not anymore I suppose. I was born here - my name is Kiril Bloom - but I've traveled all over the continent to learn and collect.\"\n\nHe smiled widely at the woman, who was physically his opposite. He was lean, relatively tall and lithe, with a handsome face and bright blue eyes that matched her own. His eyes did not match those of most of Araedia, nor did his jet-black hair that was currently tied up in a loose knot, but his hair didn't exactly match the typical northern description either. It was hard to pin him down exactly.\n\n\"I thought that the North was less interested in Shitblood, Mercantileblood, all of that. Harder to care about rank when you can die so easily. Again, though, perhaps I'm mistaken.\"\n\nHe shrugged and looked at her battle axe. It was large enough to cleave him in two if he sufficiently upset her. He idly touched the ring hanging about his neck by a simple silver chain, gloved fingers gliding across the etched messages in a language unfamiliar. His head canted to the side, he thought for a moment, and then he took a drink of his wine as it sat in a quaint glass. The sun was shining. It was a beautiful day today.\n\n\"No, but I suppose it's a fair trade for fine wine. What brings you all the way south like this? Araedia is far from your home. Work, pleasure, both or neither?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nAraedia\n\nLevi grit his teeth together. The tale that the woman sitting beside him told him twisted itself in his brain, and he didn't know whether to feel anguish or feel furious. His knuckles turned white as his fingernails dug into his palms. His vision darkened, and Rhesa backed up, crying as she spoke the last few words of her story. \n\n\"You were gone Levi. I had no choice. I was going to lose the farm. I was going to lose our home. Your son's home. What choice did I have?\" Rhesa cried out, before Levi sneered. He stood up, his scarred shoulders rising and falling slowly as his body tensed, before he pulled the dark leather over his head. \n\n\"Where are you going?\" She asked, grabbing his hand. He looked over at her, before snatching his hand away.\n\n\"You give him your body, my bed, and you expect him to leave with his life?\" He asked, before the sound of the door opening shook him out of his fury. A mess of dark hair peeked through, and the broad man stepped inside, calling out Rhesa's name. \n\n\"Oh. Who are you? And what are you doing in my fucking house?\" The man asked, his rotting teeth oozing breath that smelled like ale and shit. Levi reeled back, before standing up and wiping his nose. \n\n\"You ever heard of a fucking bath?\" He asked, before the man lunged at him. Levi smiled darkly, before being slammed into the wooden chest behind him. He groaned, before a blow to his ribs shook him out of his stupor. The smell around the man made Levi gag, but he forced himself to push the man back, before catching the leg coming towards his right side. Levi swung, but the man wildly fell back, dodging Levi's fist before catching Levi with his own hook that made him see stars. \n\n\"So you are the useless shit that gave my Rhesa her son Eradius. It seems like father, like son.\" The man said, before Levi roared and tackled the man. They wrestled, slamming into chairs before the man rolled Levi underneath him. Levi immediately flipped the pair back over, before striking the man with his elbow, stunning the man for a moment before striking the man again and again. The man's face replaced itself with Tharn's sneering yellow eyes, and Levi reeled back, falling as the now hulking Tharn stood over him.\n\n\"What? Is the useless shit scared now?\" Tharn asked, spitting blood onto the ground and standing up, before putting his foot onto Levi's chest. Levi coughed as the man's foot began to crush his ribs, but as his vision began to flicker, he reached out to grab the leg of a nearby table. \n\nHe grunted in pain as he vision exploded with stars, the man's leather shoe connecting with Levi's temple. He heard Rhesa scream, and the man bent down to Levi's face. \n\n\"You know what I'm going to do with her after I kill you? First, I'm going to-\" He said, before his voice dropped to a whisper. Levi roared out as the man whispered his plans, before grabbing the leg of the man and put his full strength into pulling the man onto the ground with him. Levi immediately pounced onto the man, slamming his fists into the man's dirty face.\n\n\"You... Will... Never... Touch... Her... Again...\" Levi said, as the man groaned. Levi kept hitting the man, before standing up slowly and grabbing his sword from beside the door. With a deep breath, he placed the point onto the man's neck. \n\n\"Do it, you useless... Shit\" The man said, laughing as blood trickled down his chin. Levi sneered, before bringing the blade down into the man's chest. The man's dying breaths ended slowly, Tharn's smiling face disappearing and replacing it was the man. \n\nRhesa screamed, running at Levi before Levi turned to face her. \n\n\"You didn't need him anyways.\" Levi said, sagging into her arms as he closed his eyes."
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"author": "bobgoblin420",
"message": "Marcus Thevenet\nBladeguarden \n\nHow long has it been since I've been home? Marcus had plenty of time to think about it as he made his way through the Lower Cast Crestward further into Bladeguarden. His home. A home he was thinking about if it had been three, or two and a half years since he had returned to. Maybe if he turned back now he could make it to four, it couldn't be so bad after all. Just give up on the mission from Juliana and settle for a low standing position in nobility, it would be better than what's coming next. \n\nThe sun was already falling when he had arrived, and as he dismounted his horse and sent it away to be tended to, what little light was left was hidden behind buildings that towered above. Small lanterns lit the way forwards and made shadows dance with joy across the cobbled streets. People still ducked and weaved around eachother finishing up their days and heading back to their homes, or left to find some enjoyment outside of them leaving the streets a slow flowing river of bodies. Marcus watched them go by, wondering what each man and woman who passed him was thinking. Did they care about the pilgrimage? How much did they really know? Did they have responsibilities to fulfill?\n\nIt was thoughts like these that had drawn Marcus so heavily into reading when he was young. Everyone had stories, and a good book could sometimes explain those of many. Memories of his childhood stirred Marcus to look beyond him towards the gate that he knew would lead him to the heart of the city. In there was his past and his future. If he managed to prove himself he might just be able to make enough of a name that he could strike out on his own. But first was a meeting, one he knew he couldn't avoid. Juliana's words once again mixed with those of his father in his mind and he recalled what both had said to him before departure, one years prior and one so recently he could still remember the pitch in her voice. \"You are dismissed.\" Even now he hated to think about it. \n\nMarcus made the journey through the rest of the city streets and once it had become fully dark he found himself in front of the impressive building that he grew up in. The massive stone walls and beautiful archways, the flowers that seemed to glow in the low light coming from windows, and most of all the crest that hung from the main entranceway letting all who entered know who's eye they drew. Marcus looked up at the Falcon that sat perched on a shield above him. Two swords crossed behind it, and Roses intertwined to make a piece of art he was sure cost more than the average house an hours walk away. The Falcon seemed to stare into him as he stood in the entranceway. Its massive eye judged him silently, the raptor watching the young man returning to its gaze for the first time in a long time.\n\nIt was late, but he was almost sure if he hurried he could catch Elroy before he went to bed. He could have a talk with him, and everything would be fine. His father was a diligent man, he might even still be in his study tirelessly working. If he walked in now this could all be over with. He was a man now, and he had a mission assigned to him by the Queen herself. He was ready to do this, ready to tell his family he wanted to forge his own path forwards, all it took was him to step past the threshold. Just one step. \n\nMarcus waited until all signs of life had disappeared from the streets and he was left alone in the dark. Lantern light shone across the entrance deepening the shadows cast by the feathers of the bird above. It almost seemed to breathe and twist, its single eye asking a question that should have been easy to answer. \"Will you come in?\" \n\nIt had its answer moments later as it watched silently, its glare bearing into the young man's back as he walked back towards the town and an Inn he knew was a few blocks away."
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "```Kiril Bloom\nAraedia, Delekou```\nHe was happy that they seemed to come to an agreement, even if it was vague and they were relative strangers. The wanderer figured that if he had made a bad decision he'd be capable enough to defend himself, and if he were to be robbed or something he had little he could not regain. Again his gloved hand went to the ring on the chain about his neck. He frowned briefly, deep in thought, as the cute barmaid made her way back over to the pair.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted quickly and his hands found the wine glasses quickly, one placed in front of Jora and the other finding its way to his lips. He ran a hand through his hair as he set his own glass down across from the imposing woman, adjusting the knot at the top of his head to ensure that it had stayed sufficiently in place. A cleared throat and a few coins poorer, it was back to business.\n\n\"I have none of that. We'll be walking, unless you'd like to split the cost of a cart. I've typically been doing that. If you prefer walking, though, I don't see any harm in it. Is there a specific thing you're looking to find in Erillia? I think seeing the nobility would be interesting. You'd probably find good work there, too.\"\n\nHe didn't have the first idea what he needed for camp. Besides what he had learned in a classroom he wasn't particularly learned in any sort of practical traveling matters, survival or otherwise — he largely moved from urban center to urban center with a covered wagon separating him from the rest of the world.\n\n\"I'll have to ask you to keep a secret for me, though. It will be exhausting to need to keep such a thing from a fellow Northerner.\"\n\nHe raised his eyebrows conspirationally, but said nothing more until she replied. It was meant to be a bit of a bait. To be fair, this was part of his trade. Rope someone in to a story, ensnare them so that they just *Had* To stay listening until the end. How would he be able to pay for his wine if he couldn't do something so simple?"
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"author": "lukewarm7754",
"message": "Jora Sylgritte,\nAraedia, Delekou\n\n\"Camping it is then.\" She sighed.\"We'll swing by a general store when we're done here. I need a new bowstring and a whetstone—my skinning knife is getting dull.\"\n\nWhilst their drinks were being served, Jora glanced over her broad shoulder, eyeing the droves of horse-drawn wagons going in and out of Delekou. Though their funds may have been lacking, she could always bully some poor farmer into giving them a free ride. After all, it's how she got here. But threatening people in broad daylight probably wasn't a good idea; especially since her presence alone drew enough suspicion already. \n\nStill looking back, she blindly picked up the glass that had been placed in front of her and took a hardy sip, only for her face to momentarily light up at the taste. She preferred bitter drinks herself, but good wine was good wine and, most importantly, it was free. \n\n\"Not really. Like you said—that's where the wealthy folk would be, and those with heavy pockets tend to have an enemy or two they need \"Taken care of\".\" She answered.\n \nShe cleared her throat and faced Kiril once more, eyes falling to the ring dangling from his neck. There was definitely some sort of sentimental attachment there, especially considering how often he reached for it—almost habitually. It took a while for the most recent revelation to sink in. She wasn't particularly bothered about his origin to begin with, regardless of what it may have been, but now he was just giving her mixed signals for ostensibly no reason. Her brows furrowed. She drew from the maroon liquid once more and scooted closer; the spine of her chair bumping against the rim of the table. Her grin returned:\n\n\"You know, for someone who has a secret, you sure seem eager to tell a woman who slits throats for a living about it.\"\n\nOne of her fingers tapped against the transparent glass of her cup. If nothing else, he had certainly gotten her curious. \n\n\"So, who you hiding from?\""
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"author": "shayde.",
"message": "```Kiril Bloom\nAraedia, Delekou```\n\nThe tan man smiled widely at Jora as she took his bait. He did his best to not mentally congratulate himself because of it; instead, he rose his glass and muttered a small cheer before he took a drink. It was the same thing he'd been drinking before, but his face lit up all the same. Good wine *Was* Good wine, free or not. Afterward he set the glass back down, adjusted in his seat so that he could see most of the garden from his vantage point, and then swung his head to and fro to ensure that nobody was eavesdropping. This was not done in the same flamboyant manner as the rest of his gestures. It was natural.\n\nOne gloved hand found the other, and his left hand had its glove removed. The hand underneath it was warped, pockmarked, and scarred. The skin had only recently finished healing thanks to the poultice he'd been tipped off about in Astoria. There was no more pink, angry flesh, but there was plenty of visible damage. He flexed his hand and then balled it into a fist. On the ring finger of that left hand was a perfectly singed black scar, where something of great heat had burnt and charred him. His right hand, after placing the left's glove on the table, again went to that ring on the chain.\n\n\"My hand leaves me in quite the predicament. A great story, to be sure, but a bit too outwardly noticeable for me to be particularly interested in showing it off. If you hear tale of a man with a scarred hand, you must act like you've not met me, and in return you will have my debt.\"\n\nA silent question was posed to her, eyebrows rising and the glove being placed back on his left hand. He flexed and balled his hand again to make sure it was in a comfortable position. Would she be able to keep his secret? There were untold dangers about him, untold souls chasing the pair of them if they were to depart ... But he'd done well so far. He was able to sit and drink wine in a quaint garden without much of an issue or concern."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nAraedia\n\nLevi stumbled backwards as one of the stranger's blows caught him across the jaw. He could taste iron, a metallic taste that only reminded him that he was now bleeding. He had bitten his tongue. \n\n\"You piss me off. Fight back, oh *Mighty Levi*\" One of the men sneered, before laughing. \n\n\"Or are the stories of the Cortezial family true? That you are all scared little children that tuck their tails between their legs when grown men come out to play. Your father sure did!\" The other said, before Levi clenched his jaw as his fist tightened. \n\n\"I think you made him angry with that one! Tell him again how much of a bawling infant he is.\" The man on Levi's right seemed timid, almost begging the other man to do most of the talking.\n\n\"Two against one? It seems like you two are the cowards. What? Too scared to take me on? Or too scared to fight without guaranteed victory? You thought that if you took me on together you would win, no? Pitiful.\" Levi stated, pulling back his hood and unlatching the thick cloak from his back. It fell to the ground, settling in a pile behind him. Levi looked up just as first man began to approach him, frowning as the man began to lift his hands into a fighting position. \n\nIt was over almost before it began. The man didn't see Levi's fist coming at his jaw, and as Levi's fist connected with the man in front of him he grabbed a plate and threw it at the man who was now approaching him, and Levi quickly moved to him before he could recover. \n\n\"Who the fuck do you think you are? You know who I am, so why would you even do any of this?\" Levi asked, maintaining pressure on the guy's bent arm. \n\nThe man's gasps overruled his voice, and couldn't speak. Levi noticed a small piece of parchment in the pocket of his shirt and pulled it out, before his eyes widened. \n\n\"Break it up!\" A strong voice roared above the tavern's general noise, before everything silenced. \n\n\"Up you go, you are going with us.\" The source of the voice placed an arm on Levi's shoulder, but before Levi could retaliate the man laughed. \n\n\"Don't.\" He said, before shoving Levi outside. Levi caught his cloak and hood as he was pushed, and clasped them onto his shoulders. \n\nThe bright sun exploded into Levi's vision as the guard shoved him out of the tavern. The guard huffed, exhaling quickly as he let Levi go. \n\n\"Come and start shit like that again and I will personally see to it that Lord Delekou has another name to deal with.\" The guard said before Levi turned and yawned."
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"author": "dylansbiggesthater",
"message": "***Harlow Trueman***\n***Delekou, Araedia***\n\nIt felt like years since Harlow had left his small village. But in truth, he couldn't have been on the main road for a few weeks. He cursed himself. *I should've been counting the days.* He thought to himself. He made a mental note to make sure to start doing that. He should've known from the start to count the days, but this was all new to him. It was an adventure, and everyday was something new. He had quickly ate through his rations, and had to resort to the forests for his food and water. Occasionally he'd sell some of his game to villages he came across for oats and nutrients for his horse.\n\nHe had followed the Elders directions as best as he could. He had come across a few cities, but he didn't stick around them very long. Every time he came across a city, it still didn't feel right. *I'm not far enough* He had kept thinking. None the less, the more beautiful cities he had stayed at for a few days, exploring the city and what it has offers. But he didn't stick around for long. The cities relied too much on coin and trade to survive, and Harlow didn't have much of either. \n\nIt didn't take long after he went through his rations that Harlow started to get nervous. *What if I fail? What if I can't make it on my own? What if I run out of food and coin and I starve? Or worse, I have to face my mentor after crawling back from my failures.* Doubt after doubt raced through his brain. It wasn't until a few days after Harlow began having these doubts that he began to pray and meditate every night after setting up camp. He found himself craving the loving sensation that he felt after performing his graduation ritual. He decided if he ever came across the fungi again, he'd save them and perform the ritual again. He craved Cenjas embracing love that he had felt. He wanted to feel closer to his Goddess. For now, he was determined to stay strong and not sway from Cenja's plan.\n\nAfter maybe, four weeks of traveling, a week after he had started counting the days, he came across something massive. His eyes opened wide as he saw it in the distance, miles of grassland, and the biggest city he's yet to come across. Excitement rushed through his veins. He was about to see something new, and great. And even better, he's had a lucky few days with his hunts. Strapped to either side of his horse was several small game. A couple of squirrels, a few rabbits, a couple of large birds, and even a snake. Cenja had been watching over him. His hand was scarred from him giving back to Cenja, and was still red from where it had been cut. He decided he'd have to use a different part of his body if he wants to keep using his bow effectively. \n\nAfter traveling a few more miles, he came across the city entrance. It wasn't long until he came across a run down inn with a makeshift stable. He gave some coin to the stablehand to take his horse, and grabbed the sacks from his horse and a couple of rabbits. Carrying them inside, he showed the inn keeper.\n\n\"Got some fresh game here for sale,\" Harlow said, showing off the rabbits. \"I've also got a snake, some squirrels, and some birds.\" He said.\n\nThe inn keeper eyed him, before eyeing the rabbits. \"I don't know what you take me for, but I'm not buying no damn snake. I'll buy those rabbits though.\" The keeper said, laying some coin on the table.\n\n\"Sounds good,\" Harlow said, grabbing some of the coin before hesitating. \"And how much for a room?\"\n\nThe inn keeper grabbed a few of the coin from Harlows pile. \"We're even.\" He grumbled. \"Last room on the left.\"\n\nHarlow followed his directions and opened the door. He laid his sacks on the bed. Opening the sacks, he pulled out a cleaner but not clean black and green cloak, the colors of his Goddess. He prayed it brought him Cenjas blessings. He headed back out and grabbed his horse by the reins before leading him down the road. He was determined to sell the rest of his meat before calling it a night, plus it gave him the chance to explore the city. He had just started craving some mead when he came across a tavern, and was debating whether or not to spend some of his coin in there and possibly even make some coin when he saw a man being thrown out of it. \n\n\n\"Well now, I was considering going in there, but not if that's how they treat their guests.\" He joked with a lighthearted smile."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nAraedia\n\nLevi rubbed his head where the guard had slipped and struck him. He looked around, and watched as the two men limped away from the tavern, and laughed slightly. \n\n\"Guess the Cortezial name won't be as weak as it used to be, now that you have those two a good whipping. Those two boys deserved it. Why don't you come back in and have yourself a drink, eh Levi?\" The tavern keeper was aging, but Levi could still remember how, as a boy Levi would waste his time here. The man would always have a drink waiting on him. Levi smiled softly, and nodded, before turning to enter. \n\n\"I haven't seen you before.\" He said suddenly, looking at the man smiling to himself. Levi's sword sat loosely at his side, and Levi wasn't making an attempt at it. He was being friendly. \n\n\"You look out of place. Strange, even. Do you want to come inside?\" The tavern keeper wore a welcoming smile, built from years of greeting strangers with a warm welcome. \n\n\"Don't be so quick to welcome people. You never know who is out there.\" Levi said quietly, before looking at the newcomer. \n\n\"The name is Leviticus. Everyone around here just calls me Levi.\" Levi said, before a flash of silver caught his eye. A guard was walking past, and the soft glow of the setting sun was bouncing off of it."
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"author": "dylansbiggesthater",
"message": "***Harlow Trueman***\n\n***Delekou, Araedia***\n\nHarlow pet the head of his horse, rubbing his nose. He's still yet to name the horse, and he figured if he's to keep him, he'd best have a name for him. Plus, it would be cruel of him not to. If it weren't for the horse, Harlow probably would've collapsed from exhaustion. He considered the horse yet another blessing from Cenja's. Harlow's thoughts wandered towards his other blessing, Whitefoot. He couldn't bring him in the city due to how people would react to him, which was okay by Whitefoot. He preferred the woods anyways. He was never too far, and Harlow had faith he'd manage to stay off the hunters radar.\n\nHe had trained Whitefoot himself, and despite his faith in Whitefoots abilities, he still worried for him nonetheless. Whitefoot was Harlow's best friend, and if it wasn't for Whitefoots subpar hunting skills, he probably wouldn't have had the haul he has now. He had trained Whitefoot in the best places to kill a prey, to keep its value and so it has as much meat as possible. \n\nHis face turned to that of confusion when the tavern keeper mentioned his strange appearance, but he couldn't help but chuckle when he realized. All this time he's thought of the others as strange, it didn't occur to him that just maybe they thought of *Him* As strange.\n\n\"I suppose to y'all, I must be. But the same is applied vice versa. This whole city is strange to me. I've never seen anything quite like it.\" He said, eagerness and excitement at the edge of his voice. Every moment of every day, he's full of the same excitement. Every day he's facing new things and new challenges. He couldn't possibly see himself ever hating this lifestyle. \"I'd absolutely love to come in for a drink, nonetheless. And perhaps you'd consider buying some fresh game?\" He said, patting the back of his horse was a decently sized rabbit, two squirrels, a couple of large birds, and even a snake. \"I guarantee you the rabbits would make a great stew, and even the squirrels for those with less coin.\" He offered. He wasn't the most charismatic, but he had picked up on a few tactics the past few weeks to make his trade seem more appealing.\n\nHarlow seemed somewhat offended by Levi's comment on not trusting some people. Harlow was still naive to the evils in people. Sure, there were bad people in his village. But nothing to the point where you shouldn't trust someone just because you don't know them. Harlow chose to not let it get under his skin, and figured no harm was meant. It was better that way.\n\n\"It's nice to meet you, Levi. I'm Harlow, Guardian of Cenja.\" He said his title with pride, as if the two would know what he was talking about. However, even though there *Were* People outside of the village who worshipped his Goddess, it wasn't as widely known as say, the Southern Pantheon. He walked into the tavern behind Levi, before heading to take a seat at the bar. He didn't quite know what to get, or how much it would cost him... Hell,, could he even afford it? Back in their village, they only had cheap mead. Every now and then they'd host a feast where they may have some cheap wine or something stronger."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nDelekou, Araedia\n\nThe ship pulled into the harbor silently, the wind gliding it into port. Calls came out along the boardwalk, and ropes began to rain down over the sides to be tied off. When the gangway finally came down, Tiny Vik was waiting at the top, his companion just behind him. The pair disembarked, sharing a casual observation about the area and people on their journey inland.\n\n\"I must say I expected far more security,\" Vik chirped, skipping along, \"At least a checkpoint or two once we disembarked.\"\n\nTsking, he shook his head, so much for the famed secrecy of this place. However, critiques aside, the pair needed to find lodging for the night, and Vik being a stranger, approached a deckhand to ask for directions to an alehouse.\n\n\"Pardon me, madam, I'm a stranger to your land, and want to sample some fine Azaryan cuisine, as well as find a bed for the night. Would you be able to help me out?\" He flashed a silver coin, rolling it across his knuckles. The deckhand gave him a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow, before snatching the coin.\n\n\"Down the dock, look for the cauldron sign, Welcome to Araedia.\" This sentence caused Vik to pause and furrow his brows.\n\n\"What the fuck do you mean, Araedia?\" He asked."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nDelekou, Araedia\n\n\"What? Not a bottle? Not a cup? Not even a drop? This is ridiculous, if I may. I'm to be under the impression this is a bustling port of this country, a country that trades with Terresol; and you haven't a single serving of Rebeburg Mead?\" Vik was standing on top of his barstool, his palms against the counter, as if threatening to leap over it and search the bottles himself.\n\n\"Sorry, kid. Haven't had any shipments from the Dwarves in years.\"\n\n\"How dare...\" Vik clenched a single fist, and Tiddlywinks meowed, \"What are you asking? I'm clearly still wearing my shirt.\"\n\n\"*Mraow*.\" Tiddlywinks said.\n\n\"Inside joke with who!? I'm your only friend!\" Vik raised his hands in exasperation, \"You're confusing sometimes.\"\n\n\"Uh...,\" The Bartender said.\n\n\"Oh, you. I forgot you existed. A bottle of the house white and three bowls of stew at that table.\" Vik pointed over his shoulder, grabbing the wine and tankard when they were brought out. Skipping again, he returned to the trio, and set the bottle and mugs on the table.\n\n\"Here you are!\" He turned to Arin, \"I also asked him to bring us a meal my friend, something not salted and from a ship barrel.\"\n\nLo, did Vik realize, the stew special was salted carp delivered fresh this morning off the ship."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nAraedia\n\n*\"I love you, Aleqar.\" Levi smiled warmly in the faint light created by the small torches that burned along the walls of the hidden compound that the Eclipse called their home. Aleqar ran a soft hand down his face, and he leaned into her touch.\n\n\"My feelings for you are inconsequential, for I cannot act on them. I am the leader of the Eclipse, and you are one of my men. It is hard enough being a woman leading men, much less if I show weakness by being romantically involved. Just know it is for the best, Levi, that I do not show you anything no matter what I am feeling.\" A small tear ran down Aleqar's face as she looked into his bright eyes, and as she opened her mouth to speak again Levi silenced her with a kiss, a small one, quick enough to go unnoticed by the guard at the door.\n\nAleqar looked at him again, this time her eyes were filled with anger, but there was a hint of sadness behind them. As he opened his mouth to say sorry she clenched her jaw, before catching him in a lover's embrace. THey stayed like this for hours, before they both fell asleep.*\n\n*\"A coin?\" Levi woke up early the next morning, but still after Aleqar. She had snuck out, leaving nothing but a small coin emblazoned with the rising sun, and Levi pocketed it, shaking his head in confusion.*\n\nThere was a weight missing from Levi's pocket, one he couldn't help but frantically try to fill. It was not obvious, but his eyes were studying their surroundings, looking for that small golden coin that he had been palming not more than a few minutes before. The last resort Levi could go to was the people around him, but he was sure not even they would know what he was talking about. The sound of metal hitting the floor shook Levi out of his frantic search, and he looked up at the two strange men sitting in front of him. They both seemed oblivious to the noise he had just heard, and the look of confusion etched itself across Levi's face. He stood up, an excuse about needing a pot to piss in slipping its way through his teeth as he looked back. At the shorter man's feet, Vik was his name, laid Levi's coin. He could tell from the long scratch running along its face from where a dagger had slid its way along the golden coin. A small nudge and it was free, kicked where Levi could bend over and adjust his shoe and pick it up.\n\n*\"NO!\" Levi's yell echoed throughout the city square, and the armored men around the woman's body began looking around before a thin blade erupted through someone's chest. Levi roared, blocking a sword swing and reacting with a strike to that man's neck, piercing his jugular in a small eruption of blood. The other two scrambled to their feet, but before they could get to their feet Levi attacked both of them, striking them down with two quick blows. He screamed again as he looked down at Aleqar's body, her head a few feet from her body.*\n\n**\"It's your fault.\"** Her bloodied head said, before the vision faded and Levi was standing in the middle of the tavern holding the coin, tracing it with the flat part of his thumb. He silently walked outside, and Arin looked up at him and looked back at Vik. \n\n\"Something is definitely wrong with that one.\" He said softly."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nDelekou\n\n\"No, my dear boy, I think he might be exactly the right man for the job.\" Vik giggled quietly before taking a small sip from a tankard he filled with wine."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Chapter 1: The Bell tolls for Ye\n\n\"Watch out!\" A watcher called seconds before a ballista streaked overhead, slamming into the corner support of a storied building, causing a large portion to crumble down and succumb to gravity. A handful of screams started from inside before quickly being silenced by the stones in more ways than one.\n\n\"Keep pushing! Do not falter!\" Duque Martin Dechado de Milia-Perez shouted. He was at the head of a scattered column of his own Provincial Guards on the street below, dressed in a steel cuirass and wielding his custom hand crossbow in one hand, a Feyshorian Rapier in the other. He raised the blade skyward, then slashed towards their target down the street. The Lowtown Black Bats had made a push up Quarrel's Crossing with iron sided wagons, and were now forming a barricade in the streets as their first checkpoint. Martin had hoped to push them out before they could do any damage, but the ballista they set up was a grim omen. Fights between families was a daily occurrence, but they very rarely ended in fatal casualties, and only in extreme cases. The fact there was a siege weapon here taking so many lives with each bolt, showed both serious resolve, and extreme desperation. The Black Bats suffered some great losses some months back, but Martin assumed their anger would be directed at the True Provincials of Duchy Row, who abandoned them mid-conflict, yet here they were, launching yet another attack against him personally.\n*** ***\n\nHis soldiers rallied behind him, reforming their lines as best they could behind their Duque. A call of \"For Her Majesty! For Adelesia!\" Flowed through the ranks, and they moved up the street in loose formation. There were six iron wagons forming a makeshift wall at the end of the street that cut off a section of the entrance into Hightown, just enough for a small staging area behind. The Ballista was on the roof of a low building next to the barricade that had been taken over, many Black Bats moving through the house in defense. The Provincial Soldiers pushed forward, scattering to cover every few feet to brace for a Ballista Bolt that never shot at them. The siege engine was focusing down the wagons behind the troupe, trying to prevent the tide of reinforcements from overwhelming their checkpoint, keeping it at a trickle. It didn't matter to Martin, he had more than a dozen trained soldiers behind him, they just needed to get past the wagon wall.\n*** ***\n\nRelief came unexpectedly. On top of the roof adjacent to the Ballista, unseen to the soldiers on the street, Jasmine de Milia, Martin's first cousin, and trusted companion in many battles hoisted herself up with the help of a hooked rope. Shortly after, the lieutenants of the Milia Bruisers came up as well. Ricardo de Milia, Fontaine de Florecer, and Amelia de Milia, all wielding swords and crossbows, set their sights on the ballista team. There were 3 people in the operating crew with no guards on the roof, all focus being on the soldiers charging the barricade. The Bruisers fired four bolts at the crew, hitting two of them and killing one. The two remaining turned and drew their own weapons, a club and dagger respectively. The four Bruisers quickly overwhelmed them, pinning their arms and quickly dispatching their lifeblood onto the wooden roof. Jasmine gestured to her family members, and pointed at Ricardo to watch the trap door. Ricardo slid his blade into the latch as a makeshift lock, and sat on the door with his full weight, while the other three took up positions at the siege weapon.\n\nThe first bolt fired at the barricade didn't do much besides scare the Black Bats behind it, slamming into one end of a wagon, causing the other to jolt into the sky briefly before slamming back down. Both sides of the conflict paused to look at the siege weapon, until the second bolt struck, destroying the iron wagon it hit before, splintering it into many small pieces and two large ones. Martin couldn't help but laugh in surprise, gesturing to his followers, and pointing to the new gap made, he said:\n\n\"Charge forward! Plug that hole!\"\n\n\"For the Duque! For Adelesia!\" Came the reply as they all charged forth.\n*** ***\n\nThe Black Bats had makeshift shields, simply pieces of sea-hardened wood strapped together on a single arm, and they formed a makeshift wall in the gap. The Provincial Soldiers met them at full charge with the Duque at the front. The fighting quickly devolved, only one side truly trained in line warfare properly. The wall of wooden shields was pushed back and the line broken. Martin was in the middle of it all, firing his crossbow at the beginning, and then using it as a makeshift tonfa in his left hand while he unleashed a flurry of stabs with his rapier. He could feel a presence at his back as he carved his way through, unsure who exactly it was but comfortable he only had to focus forward. However there was no sign of a captain behind the wall.\n\nIsabella de Guerrero was watching from inside the building they were hoping to use as a command post after this push. She took a minute to fully assess where she stood. The trap door to the roof was barred shut, her men trying to get through but with no luck, and the false Duque was right outside her front door, the only weapon they had preventing his reinforcement wagons from advancing seemingly turned on her own men. Isabella was trapped.\n\n\"Aunt Isabella? Your orders?\" One of her nephew's from the D'Ortiz asked with wide, searching eyes.\n\nTheir last raid went terribly, this was supposed to be the de Guerrero's chance to reclaim their honor after her brother Sebastian failed to stop the plague victims from escaping Hightown. Failure wasn't an option, no matter what.\n\n\"I can't return as a failure,\" She told her nephew, placing a hand on his shoulder, \"Honor in Victory, or Honor in Death.\"\n\nThere was a moment of shock, then silent contemplation from her nephew, followed by acceptance.\n\n\"Yes, Ma'am.\" He said, hoisting his crossbow.\n\n\"Take them!\"\n\n\"Do not falter!\"\n\n\"Die, Provincial Dogs!\"\n\n\"Keep pressure on them!\"\n\n\"Alive! We want them Alive!\"\n*** ***\n\nThe mini battlefield was rich with voices calling out to, and against each other. Insults, commands, screams of pain, curses, and calls for anyone to help ranging from mother's to friends all mixed together in a din of battle. The Provincial Soldiers and Milia Bruisers were making progress, incapacitating many Black Bats, and killing even more. The destruction of the siege tower and deaths of those inside escalated this fight to something personal, this wasn't a normal street brawl. Martin, still searching for the Captain of the Black Bats, who he assumed he would recognize, found himself brawling with a young lady from the D'Ortiz. She had great form with her saber, and was holding her own against the Duque. He pressed his attack, trying to get close enough to strike with his pommel and hopefully incapacitate the young woman. He stabbed furiously, doing his best to maintain form in the heat of battle despite the chaos around him. Martin drew closer, managing to knock her blade aside. He grabbed her by the collar of her armor before she could withdraw, and readied his sword to pierce her throat.\n\n***Pang***\n\nThe sound of a bell on the southern side of the city broke through everything.\n\n***Pang***\n\nThe fighters all stopped, and looked to the sky.\n\n***Pang***\n\nMartin's grip on his sword began to slack, the wielder holding his breath, hoping three bells was all he'd hear.\n\n***Pang***\n\nDevastation. Weapons fell to the streets, one man began to panic, and somewhere a baby began to cry. Martin steeled himself for the moment, and looked at the Black Bats.\n\n\"I hereby drop all charges for this day. Return to your master immediately. Araedia is under attack, so I call a meeting of the Families and their Contes, tomorrow at Dawn in the Commerce Building.\" Everyone stopped to process what he just said, and Martin turned his back to walk back to his home in silence."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nAraedia\n\nLevi was confused. In fact, he had been confused ever since he met the short man. Everything the man said twisted knots into Levi's brain until there was little room for anything to go through. At this point, all Levi could do is stare blankly at the bowl of stew sitting in front of him. \n\n\"Eat before it gets cold!\" Arin smiled, taking a bite of his own stew before tearing off a piece of the bread that had come with each bowl. \n\n\"Thank you. For the stew, of course.\" Levi nodded, a small show of respect for the two gentlemen. He took the small spoon and blew on the warm broth. There were chunks of meat and vegetables, yet when he took a mouthful he could taste the savory herbs and spices that went into it. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was like he could even taste the hard work that had gone into the bowl. \n\nHis excitement got the better of him. He was eating spoonfuls like they were breaths, and before he knew it he was finishing the last bite and cleaning his bowl with his own bread. Arin's eyes were wide as he watched, and Levi looked up sheepishly. \n\n\"I.. It.. It was incredible. I do not even know what to say except to thank the people who made such a meal.\" He said as Arin raised an eyebrow. \n\n\"It was nothing more than stew. I've had better meals inside of the bellies of ships before.\" He said, before Levi shook his head. \n\n\"If there is better than that I must try it. I cannot believe it until I see it... Until I have tasted it.\" Levi said, before something caught his eye. All of a sudden, a small crash could be heard coming from the kitchen. Levi winced, before looking at Vik. \n\n\n\"I must be going insane.\" He said quietly."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nDelekou, Araedia\n\n\"What would be so wrong with going insane?\" Vik giggled, leaning forward and whispering, \"I'll tell you a secret: All the best people are.\"\n\nHe perked up, and glanced at his wrist as if something was there.\n\n\"*Mrau*.\" Said Tiddlywinks, hopping down from the rafters.\n\n\"Quite right, my friend, It's just about that time.\" He looked to Arin and Levi individually. \"Gentlemen, I'm afraid our time together draws to a close. Is there anything I can do for either of you before we must fare each other well?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Levi Cortez\nAraedia\n\nLevi's head hung low. The night had been long, and the alcohol had gotten to him. \n\n\"You are right, my small friend. Maybe our paths will cross once more.\" Levi said, topping back another mug of ale. \"And if they do, may it be at a better place for both of us. If you ever need anything, and I can help, please do let me know!\" He said, the alcohol slurring his words slightly. Arin raised his mug to Levi's and they bumped, sloshing ale onto the table before they both laughed. \n\n\"However, I must begin my journey tonight. My men are in Northwind, and I must join them.\" Levi said, standing up to leave. \n\n\"Your name was Vik, no? I will remember that name.\" He said, turning back."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nDelekou, Araedia\n\n\"*Tiny* Vik, not to be confused with any other Vik.\". He looked at Arin. \"Is there anything you need my friend? I'm afraid I intend to disappear so if you need anything please let me know now.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nDelekou, Araedia\n\n\"I do not believe so. I intend to do some traveling while I'm here. I do hope we meet again!\" Arin said, smiling. \n\n\nLevi nodded. \"Tiny Vik. It's a good name.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nDelekou\n\n\"Very well, good luck my friends, until we meet again.\". With that Tiddlywinks jumped into Vik's haversack with a silent purr, and peeked his head up holding something black and shapeless in it's mouth. Vik took the portable tunnel into his hands and laid it on the floor like a sheet. The hole materialized instantly, and with a final nod to Levi and Arin, he sank into the shadow, which closed behind him."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Of course, sir. Dayveth Coren, with many less titles than your self, I must say.\" Dayveth bowed his head to the man in front of him. His own clothing paled in comparison to the knight. He hoped it would stand enough for the Grand Duchess."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "\"Only one that really matters is the 'Sir', I suppose. But anyway, so you're seeking to become, what was, a sort of Court Physician, I'm assuming?\" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow. They really didn't have one to his knowledge. \"I suppose it would be useful. You'd have your work cut out for you, since you concern wouldn't only be Zahrada, it'd be something more to the effect of the realm as a whole. We're still disorganized, and outbreaks are common and deadly right now. Not that I intend to scare you off, but her grace may be sending you everywhere to help wherever needs it. Though, I can't quite speak for her myself. Just make assumptions. How trained are you in medicine?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Rest assured, Sir, I am daunted not by either tasking work or travel. As for my medicinal worth, well, I must say I'm no common street surgeon or root vendor, though I hope you'll be understanding that I did not bring any equipment to prove such with me. I decided it would be more sensible for it to remain in my lodgings than bringing it here.\" Dayveth's face displayed a warm smile as he promoted himself to the knight."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Nodded, \"Very well, so, incase you aren't aware. It's customary to kneel when her grace enters the room, don't let her preferred title fool you, she is also Queen of South Feyshore. It's also customary for you to wait for her to address you first before you start speaking. Other than that, just remember who she is, and you will do fine.\" Eric said, stepping to the side to wait for the queen to come down."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Thank you, sir. Your warnings are much appreciated. I believe I have heard of the Duchess' other holdings.\" Dayveth nodded his thanks and began to wait."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka had been in her study when the knock came, and a petite woman pushed open the door to let her know there was a visitor waiting. Despite the titles, he preferred her staff and home to operate as it had in Vincentien. As if this wasn't the home of a newly appointed Queen, but a Duchess or Lady. The issue with that was the informality that seemed to irritate her guards. Since her return from the North, however, she was starting to see their way on things. \n\nIt was no longer wise to keep herself in the open politically or physically, and with every day that winter trudged on, she grew more and more uneasy. She couldn't wait until spring came again, and her home would once more blossom. The woman nodded to the messenger, and set aside the inkpot she'd been working with. Sir Stafford was overseeing the reformation of the Knights Academy, and she was also itching to see the results of his work as well. Winter had been long so far, and she was more than annoyed with feeling like a sitting duck in the snow. \n\nShe stood, and smoothed her hands over the front of her gown before heading downstairs to the receiving area. Her gown was made of thick velvet in it's skirts, and though her bodice was much of the same, her sleeves were sheer. Just enough to cover the sigils, but not enough to provide warmth. Her time in the North had made her a bit... Accustomed to the chill on her skin, and she felt better having the lighter fabric on her arms and neck instead of the thicker velvets. \n\nAnyanka didn't bother taking a seat as she entered the room, and the twitch of her fingers hand the servants opening the door for their guest."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth snapped his head towards the door of the throne room as it swung open, the faint sound of oiled metal grinding against itself. A servant stood respectively with their hand behind the door, obviously waiting for Dayveth to enter. The mage took a second to gather himself before entering. \"Here goes,\" He thought with a sigh. \n\n\"Dayveth Coren, your majesty,\" Announced the eager servant, his voice projecting clear across the room. Dayveth entered slowly, now increasingly aware of poorly he was dressed when compared to the court. He felt uneasy in the room, it had been many years since he had last been in a proper court. \n\nIf he wasn't nervous enough already, Dayveth was worse off when he laid eyes upon the woman he was there to see, for several reasons, the first being that she was beautiful. The second was one that truly put him off guard. He felt a sort of, itch, in the back of his head when he looked at her. It was something he hadn't felt in quite awhile, and it took him several moments to figure out why. A pang if realization coursed through him as he looked at her. She was like him, though different, he felt. He couldn't tell why or how, but he definitely knew the feeling. She possessed some form of magic. \n\nDayveth was able to reign in the anxiety produced from his discovery in able to kneel a safe distance from the royal woman. He was glad his head was bowed. Dayveth wasn't sure if the shock had shown on his face."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "It had. The man who entered was nothing like what she'd seen in the last few months. Lords, dressed to their finest in efforts to appear the part they wished to play. With so many counties in South Feyshore looking for leadership in the hard times, she'd seen hundreds of families move through her court to petition for a place among the hundred. She assumed, wrongfully, that whatever visitor she'd be seeing today would be looking to join the court of South Feyshore, but from the looks of him, he wasn't. \n\nHe also wasn't Astorian, she could tell that much. The Astorian's weren't particularly well off, they'd come from the Underground in Vincentien, and nothing about that rang royal. They did, however, dress a certain way, and maintain their features in a way that had started to rumors that Astorian's were the talk of fairy tales. \n\nHe bowed before her, and she gave a small smile, clearing her throat softly. \"Thank you.\" She murmured to the servant who addressed her, but her eyes didn't leave the man before her. \"Please, rise, mister Coren.\" She told him, taking slow steps towards the man. Her heels clicked on the woods, and she offered a hand to help him stand once more. \"Would you like to tell me why you're here?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth took note to remain calm as he heard the queen approach him. He felt slightly anxious as he carefully took her hand, rising to his feet. He was sure to only place a small amount of his weight in that hand as he stood, careful of the rough callouses produced by his travels. \n\n\"Of course, Your Majesty. If I'm being honest, the reason for my visit is two fold. I have traveled across many nations and lands in an attempt to further my knowledge in the medicinal field. After many years of travel, I believe I have become experienced enough to be of some worth to you. I humbly request to serve as your court physician, if you'll have me.\" \nDayveth finished his plea with a short dip of his head."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her silver eyes moved over the man who now stood before her. He was nothing like what a court physician should project himself as, and her brow rose slightly. He'd barely used her hand to help him stand, something she appreciated, but he needn't fear hurting her. Her hand fell to her side while the other moved to her chin, her thumb tucking beneath it while the other curled just below her lower lip. \n\n\"A court physician isn't a position to be taken lightly.\" She reminded him. \"You say you've traveled and trained? Where?\" She asked, and glanced behind them to the throne that sat in the back. She wasn't personally a fan of it, and she hated sitting with others stood before her, but she certainly didn't want to have this conversation standing.\n\n\"Tell me what makes you believe you're qualified in the art of medicine, and why you've come to my court in particular. There are others, not too far from here and undoubtedly willing to compensate better a man who claims to be skilled.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I am well aware of the weight that the appointment brings, Your Highness, but after curing many ailments from pox, fever, and other evil afflictions, I am quite confident in my abilities. I even have experience with battlefield medicine, though it has been some time.\" \n\nDayveth stood with his back straight, his hands clasped behind him. He continued to feel uneasy as the queen seemed to examine him, but he refused to let that show. His faced mirrored the message he was trying to sell, hoping she wouldn't press him on exactly where he learned. He doubted she would be as warm to a mage, despite whatever magic she possessed. In his experience, mages were a jealous bunch."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "He gave a short answer, and she pressed her lips into a tight line, her gaze moving from him to the door at the side of the throne room. It lead to a parlor, one that was always kept with a fire and refreshments for when she was asked to host. Her distain for the formality of the throne room wasn't unknown to her staff, and they always kept the parlor ready and waiting when someone asked for an audience with her. \n\n\"You've still not answered my questions, Mister Coren.\" She reminded him, letting her fingers lace together briefly before she unlaced them, stroking a nail idly instead. \"I ruled the Duchy of Vincentien for years after my husbands death. I developed an army capable of successfully managing the second siege of Stormalong. I placed myself in good standing with the Council of Marin, I've carved out nations out of ruins.\" The redhead paused, returning her gaze to him. \"These accomplishments make me qualified for the position I hold. I do not speak of them out of pride, but out of acknowledgement that some positions require more than just _trust_ to be granted.\" \n\nAnyanka released her nail, and her hands fell to her side as she guided him towards the parlor. \"You come to my court asking for a lucrative position within it, one that needs to be filled by someone competent and endless trustworthy. If I can't trust you in the hands of a servant, I can't trust you on my own life or my sons.\" She continued, and placed her hand on the panel next to the door. It was an illusion, and the hidden door swung open to reveal the warm parlor. \n\n\"So, spare me the vague confidence, Mister Coren. I want truths, and I want proof of them, lest I turn you away.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Why of course, Your Excellence. I have heard of your successes and I am afraid that your grand list of successes might have unseated my confidence. Please forgive my shortcomings.\" His eyes showed slight surprise as the parlor was revealed to him. They didn't, however, show the pang of anxiety that he felt as he realized why the aforementioned room was now being shown to him. He was to enter and be alone with the queen, which he felt was like entering a bear's den. \"I'd prefer the actual thing,\" He thought, wary of the many eyes watching him as he entered the parlor. He hoped to walk out of it in the same health that he entered. \n\n\"I'm afraid I have no current means of proving my medicinal prowess to you, Your Grace. If you bring me a stricken man, I shall cure him. Bring me a wounded one, and I will save him. Alas, I have brought neither with me. I also did not believe that putting one of your subjects in such a condition as to require my services would endear you to me or my plea.\" He stood by a chair as he talked, knowing better than to sit before told."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Hearing more than a few words from him was reassuring, and she nodded as he spoke. \"Of course, I'd never intentionally harm anyone under my protection for the sake of testing the powers of a healer.\" She assured him. The room was warm, and his hesitation wasn't uncommon, even if it was unfounded. The woman moved to the table, and let her palm linger over the tea set that made it's home in the middle. Warmth radiated from it, and she took a seat on the settee before it, gesturing to the seat he lingered by. \"Please, feel free to take a seat.\" \n\nAs she spoke, she poured herself a cup of the pungent brew. It wasn't anything like the ones back home, but she was getting closer to the proper mixture with every blend she tried. This one had the undercurrent of spice, and paired with some cream, it did well to even itself out and sit warm on the senses in the winter time. \n\nAnya's gaze moved from the tea cup she poured to the one beside it as she poured one for him as well. Her hand extended over the table, holding the saucer and cup out to him in offering. The moment he took it, she lifted the small cheese knife from the table and ran it in a sharp motion over her wrist. \n\nIt took a second, but a line of blood formed before flowing freely down the curve of her hand and fingers, dripping onto the table. \"Impress me, Mister Coren.\" She said calmly, holding her hand out just as she had before. \"My staff can bring you anything you ask for, whatever you might need. All you need to know is what to ask and how to use it.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth quickly examined the lush parlor, noting the warm fire and plush furniture. He was sure to sit back in the chair as to not appear untrusting of his host. He was sure it would seem offensive if he sat on the edge of his seat, ready to run. This is also why he took the tea and saucer from the intimidating presence across from him. He had just gotten semi comfortable in his chair and was about to reply to the Queen when the first drops of blood sprang from her arm. \n\nHis eyes widened in shock as he was met with his challenge. His eyes quickly moved from her wound to her eyes. \"Summon them, then, and tell them to bring cloth, honey, and some wine.\" \n\nDayveth jumped from his seat and took the same blade that had begun his challenge, swiftly moving to the fire and holding the blade so that it became heated. He gave little care that his own hand burned as he moved back to her and gently, but firmly, grabbed her arm. \"My apologies, but this will hurt.\" He held the hot blade to her wound, waiting for the heat to cauterize the cut. Once the servant had arrived with his supplies, he quickly set about applying the honey, using the wine to sanitize the cut, and finally tying the cloth neatly around her wrist, tight enough to hold but not too tight. He gently held her arm aloft to examine his work. \n\n\"A bold move, Your Highness. I wonder what would have happened if I wasn't as experienced as I had claimed.\" Dayveth wondered if he shouldn't have used his magic instead, but it was over with now."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The knock of her free hand on the wood of the doorframe summoned the servant who had been monitoring the throne room. She didn't see Anyanka, thankfully, or she might had panicked at his request, thinking he'd been the one to inflict the wound on the Queen. He took the blade, and moved to the fire. \n\nIt hurt, but she'd gone through worse things than cuts, and she watched with mild interest as he warmed the blade. It wasn't the move she would have made, but she wasn't going to question him on it either. Her task had been to see how he handled it, and she wasn't going to coach him on it. When he returned to her, taking her arm, she lifted it with ease to him. He pressed the blade to her skin and she gritted her teeth at the uncomfortable sensation.\n\nThankfully, the knock pulled the blade from her skin, and she could see the faint glow of the sigils on her arm as magic stirred in her veins, already working to try and heal the wound she'd caused. It was by no means an instant process, but she'd be left with nothing more than a scar in a day or two, and it would fade before the week was out. He slathered the honey on her wrist, and the wine to clean it before tying it firmly. \n\nShe smiled at his comment about it being a bold move, and her shoulder lifted easily. \"You would have found yourself dismissed with best wishes.\" She told him simply, and lifted her hand to inspect his work. \"You said you worked on battlefields?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth released a sigh at the same time as he released her arm, closing his eyes for just a moment to collect himself. When he opened them he was still close to the Queen. He glanced at her arm and then her eyes. Now that the small ordeal was over, he wondered if he had truly felt a small surge of magical energy from her, or if it just been his imagination. \"Bold indeed,\" He commented, thinking that her confidence might've come from some regenerative powers she possessed. If she had those, she must be a powerful mage indeed, Dayveth thought. \n\n\"In any case, I imagine it's the best for both of us that I performed as promised.\" As she asked about his work on battlefields, he had to hesitate slightly, thought not due to dishonesty. \n\n\"Yes, I have. I have tended many wounds like the one you had just inflicted, though usually much larger. Though none that merit a name, I'm afraid. Mostly just scraps between militias and outlaw bands, though occasionally I have served the companies of nobles, though I'm sure you wouldn't know their names, Your Majesty.\" He smiles warmly."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka took a seat once more, producing the napkin that had been used to catch droplets of tea from the pot to wipe the blood that had dropped onto the table. Once it was cleaned, she folded it twice and set it down on the edge of the table to be taken away later. Royal blood was a powerful thing, and she wasn't going to let anyone get their hands on a sample. Lifting her cup to her lips, she took a drink of the warm tea as he spoke. \n\n\"If that's the case, you must not mind me asking your age, you don't seem old enough to have fought in any of the affairs that rocked the world.\" She mused, letting her lip graze the cup as she spoke before she lowered it a bit, her gaze moving over him to try and place him herself. \"And which kingdom you come from, I suppose I need more information on you.\" Anya gave a small smile.\n\n\"I don't intend to waste your time either, Mister Coren. The moment you preform or tell me something that would hinder the possibility of a position within my court I will tell you. Likewise I'd expect if you hear something from me that goes against whatever you were hoping to find, that you tell me and we cut this meeting short. We've both got better things to do than prolong the inevitable.\" She let her cup rest on her thigh. \"That being said, tell me the worst thing you've come across in your travels. The most difficult thing to heal.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth waited several moments before taking his seat, allowing himself to relax in the chair, sure that the Queen wouldn't pull any other surprise tests. His expression lightened as Dayveth even allowed a slight smile to break out upon his lips. He retook his tea, forcing himself to drink some and hiding his reaction to it. He was more of a coffee type. Dayveth listened carefully as she spoke, making sure to look her in the eyes, perhaps just slightly more than a mere peasant should when his eyes are meeting a Queen's. \n\n\"No time spent with you is wasted, Your Grace.\" Dayveth's tone was one filled with flattery, though the experienced conversationalist could hear a tinge of challenge. He set his own cup down before continuing, his tone now being one of monologue. \n\n\"Of my technical birthplace, I have no knowledge, though my first memories are of the wilds of Taemar. My homestead was... Removed. After my training I had decided to travel and left home, roaming around our continent. I have seen the snows of the Witherlands to the beaches of Southern Feyshore. I have traveled over seas on such occasion. For a man of twenty-four years, I have seen more than most.\" His smile remained, though it noticeably faded as he answered her latest request. \n\n\"The hardest thing to heal is the soul, I find. I have cured many a slash and many a sickness, though a soul is much harder to mend. I traveled with a knight of the name Sir Horus of House Jyund. He was the last of his blood, and wished to see the world before he departed from it. Once he had done so, he and his soul were done with this world, and so left it.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka gave a soft chuckle at the comment about time with her being wasted. He really must have no idea who she was if he thought that, or, he was very good at hiding it. Either way, her nail tapped against the cup, sending a soft clink through the small parlor. \n\nShe didn't personally know much about Taemar, she'd never been, and never had seen a reason to. All she knew was of the histories she used to read to Mikhail, but the ones in her library were dated, and she was sure there was much omitted from the passages. When he continued on about the soul, she pressed her lips into a tight line once more. \n\nDeciding to let him continue to speak, she kept quiet on his story, though her mind wandered from it. Was there implication there that the man _could_ heal a soul? Could he heal Mikhail's? He finished speaking, and she gave a small nod, swallowing and setting her cup aside once more, the red rim of her lip painting the side where it had touched. \n\n\"You understand your position in my court would be based on your performance. And if, you should fall short on something that you should have been able to cure without miraculous circumstance, you'd be released from any contract that bound you here.\" She spoke evenly, with no intent to scare the man, just to be honest. If he couldn't prove himself worthy, she had no reason to keep him around and would need to seek assistance elsewhere."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Nodded as she spoke, completely understanding. \"Of course, that's to be expected. You wouldn't want your physician to be a quack.\" His smile was more a smirk as he looked at the Queen sitting across from him. \"I imagine it would be the same for any of your staff, from the guards to the kitchen boys, or any any of your personal... Attendants.\" \n\nAs he flirted, Dayveth couldn't stop his mind from roaming to the magic energy he felt from her. It had definitely piqued his interest and he was determined to eventually get to the bottom of it."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Watched the prospective physcian disapear into the depths of the castle. From the main hall, Eric went outside where his baggage and supplies were being brought down. He didn't really have much in the way of personal belongings, but, Eric was about to take up residence in Knight's Landing. Training the first generation of knights for the new Feyshore. So, he'd requested all sorts of things. A few guards to come with his wagon, he'd hired a steward for bookeeping. Eric was never great with numbers, a librarian/birdkeeper for sending messages and keeping histories together. The rest of his retinue would come later, but for now, a wagon, and some horses to go and begin to look at the ruined castle. \n\nEric had sent a few men already to inspect the old stronghold to see if it was still livable. It apparently was, but collapsing. Essentially abandoned and left to ruin. It'd been cleared out after the fall, and any bandits using it were either killed when Storm landed or fled. It was abandoned. \n\nThe journey would take him South, closer to Stormalong which he preferred to be again anyway. Stormalong wasn't much more than a day's ride from the soon-to-be-academy. \"Everything brought down?\" Eric asked, as some provisions were stacked on the wagon. \n\n\"Aye, sir.\"\n\n\"Good.\" Eric said, taking a look at the palace, and up to around the area the queen's study would be. He pulled the look away and mounted his horse. The group would gather and they began to move out, beginning their trip South."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka nodded, ignoring the comment on her personal attendants. \"My staff has earned my trust, as must you. From what I can tell, Sir Stafford wasn't put off by you or we wouldn't have even met. Generally he's a good judge of character.\" Anyanka mused, and let her finger dance around the rim of her glass as she thought. \n\n\"I've a trusted nurse in my care, you will stay under her watchful eye until you've proven yourself worth of the position. We can offer a stipend for supplies that we don't currently have that you might find yourself in need of. I'd also expect you to keep a generous supply on hand. This isn't the worst of winters, but come spring we'll have our hands full of new knights being trained, I'm sure you'll be dealing with the aftermath of that. Sir Stafford, my head knight, will most likely call you to Stormalong and the Knights Academy for assistance.\" \n\nThe woman gave a small smile. \"I hope you don't mind travelling, Mister Coren.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth listened to the Queen's plans for him, smiling pleasantly. He was irked, only slightly, upon hearing that he would be supervised by a nurse, but he understood, and didn't show his opinion. He was more disheartened, however, at the thought of traveling to Stormalong. Dayveth had been a wanderer for years and he was quite looking forward to setting down for a bit, thought it looked like that would have to wait. He didn't show his emotion for this assignment either. \n\n\"Of course not, Your Highness. I haven't had a permanent residence for what must be a decade now. My bags are already packed of course,\" Dayveth states with a smile, as to him it was a joke. He had barely paid the innkeeper before he was off to the palace. Dayveth's curiosity was not yet satiated, however. \"Pardon my asking, Your Excellence, but what is to come once this nurse has vouched for me?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka's smile warmed at the question. \"Don't take offense to being supervised, Mister Coren.\" She told him, thought it was lighthearted. \"It's good housekeeping to assure all new hires are placed with a senior until they learn the ropes. It's to assure you're performing to my expectations and have the best possible start to this instead of us throwing you to the wolves and plotting your downfall. I _want_ you to be successful.\" She assured him, and brought her glass to her lips. \n\n\"Once you've settled, you'll have the choice of staffing wherever you wish within my holdings. Obviously, if you're looking for stable work, Stormalong might be the place for you, but if, over your years, you've grown tired of seeing ailing men and want to focus more on research, you might find yourself liking the palace more. I'm always looking for someone to study their craft and work towards advancements. And being on my personal staff will be a lighter load, since I'm in well enough health and don't see that turning southward anytime soon, gods willing.\""
},
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Upon hearing that the queen wanted him to succeed, Dayveth chuckled slightly on the inside. He was not used to anyone wishing good for him. The road hadn't been gentle upon him. \"Gods willing. I thank you now for the liberty I will later receive, Your Grace. I imagine I will choose to stay here for the majority, with your permission. For research and other matters.\" His eyes gleamed with the last sentence. \n\nThere was one matter that had plagued Dayveth's mind since he had met the Queen, however, and he wasn't going to let it go ignored. \"Your Majesty, as we discuss the future, I am well aware my primary goal is to keep you in good health. To your knowledge, is there anything affecting you that one might deem... Unusual?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her brow rose, and she leaned forward a bit. Her cup rested against her fingers while her others looped through the handle, and she watched him for a moment as he questioned her. \"That seems a bit forward of a question for a first meeting.\" She mused, and after a moment of consideration she brought her glass to her lips once more, taking a long drink of the now room temperature brew. \"But for the sake of clarity,\" She continued, and let her gaze fall to his. \n\n\"No.\"\n\nIt wasn't a lie. She wasn't affected by any illness. The things that tested her mind and body were spiritual, and magical. If he took the position and stuck to it, he'd see the sigils soon enough, and ask about their purpose. If he knew anything of Astoria, South Feyshore, or herself: he'd know of Mikhail, and what had happened. Everyone from the Isles to The Witherlands had heard of his death, and the antics used to bring him back. The magic that brought him back wasn't an illness a doctor could cure, no matter how studied."
},
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "As her gaze met his, Dayveth made sure his did not shy away. \"Very well then, my apologies for being forward. I'm merely attempting to be prepared for any situation that may arise.\" His smile was polite but warm. \n\nDayveth felt a sense of slight relief inside, for he had somewhat accomplished his goal. Even though his travels were not yet concluded, he felt... Safer. At least he had a place to call his own. \"It has been an honor, Your Grace. Is there any other way I may be if service to you?\""
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The meeting seemed to come to it's natural end, and she stood, letting him know he was welcome to do so as well. \"No, Mister Coren.\" She told him simply, moving towards the door. From this side of the room, it looked like an actual door, not the fake wall like the other side. She pushed it open, and called for an attendant. \"Assure Mister Coren had everything he needs for a comfortable stay, he'll be studying with Mara for the time being until he feels comfortable on his own.\" She instructed, and the servant gave a nod.\n\nAnyanka took the moment to look back at him, and gave him a knowing smile. \"And for the record, I was only teasing about it being a forward question. I'm not opposed to intimacy and find it's general the best way to get results.\" The redhead dipped her head, and with that, left him to the servant to be shown his quarters and work space for the time being."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Stood with a smirk as the queen left him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat at her hands. Smiling to himself, he followed the servant to his new quarters and made arrangements for his belongings to be brought there. He would go and get them with an attendant, of course. He didn't trust any of them to handle some of his fragile instruments and didn't want them snooping through his small library of arcane tomes. \n\nAn hour later he was walking out of the castle and to whatever cheap inn he had rented. Receiving his bags and clothes, he soon returned to his quarters and settled in. He placed his sword and its belt around one of the bedposts, his staff in a corner behind the door. Dayveth set to work tidying up his new accommodations before relaxing and half undressing, wearing only a loose fitting shirt and pants, tucked into his boots. Dayveth wondered about what kind of attire he would be expected to wear and if he would be given his own steed. Poor buttercup had finally passed in her own old age some months before Dayveth had reached Zahrada. \n\nThe mage took a seat on his bed and continued to ponder his new situation, his mind repeatedly returning to his new superior. \"Not opposed to intimacy, hm?\" He chuckled.\n\nHours had passed and Dayveth had finished moving into his new quarters. He stretched and sighed, taking a gander at his paltry possessions. He decided he would take a trip into town once he had a bit of coin and buy some in shiny things to decorate his desk. As for now, though, he felt it appropriate to explore his new home. Wearing the same clothes as earlier though with a belt and blue tunic, Dayveth ventured out from his room and through the hallways of the castle, with no destination in particular."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Dinner had been quiet. It seemed, while she had been speaking with the physician, Eric had gathered the remainder of his supplies needed for the trip to South Feyshore and headed out. She didn't know why she had been hurt that he hadn't said goodbye in the very least, and yet, here she was; stewing over supper and dismissing herself early with intent to go and spend her evening in the gardens. \n\nAngelica followed close behind, the blonde lithe woman falling just a step behind the redhead. She was a ghost herself these days since Marcus had passed, and they'd reached a point in their very long friendship where silence seemed to be the topic of the evening. Angelica knew not to ask about Mikhail, and Anya knew not to ask about Marcus. \n\nThe two retired to the veranda that lead to the gardens, and Anyanka brought them both a bottle of wine from the stock in the parlor at the end of the hall. She poured them both a liberal glass, and sunk into the cushions beside the blonde, letting her arm drape lazily over the back of the couch they occupied. Normally, fireflies flickered over the gardens, but the snow had driven them away. A fire remained in the pit by the door, and it radiated enough warmth to keep the two women from growing unpleasantly cold. \n\nAngelica took her glass, and pulled her feet up onto the couch, tucking them beneath her skirts before leaning back against Anya. The redhead found her fingers playing with a strand of pale blonde hair, and it reminded her of the Romanov boys.\n\n\"How was the doctor you met with today?\" Angelica finally asked, her voice muted as she drank from her glass. \n\n\"He seems competent enough. I told him he's welcome to stay so long as he proves himself.\" Anya answered, twisting a strand around her finger, careful not to catch it on her ring. \n\n\"And you don't worry he's one of Vivayn's or Maith's?\" Ang added, her head tilting back just enough to catch the silver eyes of her Queen.\n\nAnyanka paused for a moment but shook her head lazily. \"If he is, we'll know soon enough. I can't rule Astoria and South Feyshore in fear of Vivayn. If he's to come for me then he will, and I doubt he'd send a doctor to my door.\" \n\n\"Unless it was to hope you'd hold a thought just like that.\"\n\n\"Nathaniel knows if I die he gets nothing. I'm only useful to him alive and in the North. Same goes with Maith, he gets no benefit if I'm hurt. South Feyshore will fall to ruins before it joins the Federation, and Mikhail will take Astoria, but under your council until he's of age.\"\n\n\"Will that-\"\n\nAngelica's question went quiet as footsteps were heard in the hall, and they both looked over the back of the couch to see who had intruded on their conversation."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth's exploration had lead him to the garden. He was curious as to what would flourish there and was surprised to find the Queen and a woman he did now know, both of them sitting close to each other. He had heard tales of the queen's beauty, but he wondered if the other tales were true as well. \n\nHe stepped forward and bowed low. \"My apologies, Your Highness, my lady,\" He said to the pair. \"I did not mean to intrude. Shall I leave you two alone?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica visibly tensed, and Anya's hand that held her glass pressed to the woman's shoulder. \"Doctor Coren,\" Anya started, and it did nothing to make the blonde woman who leaned against her unfold. \"No, not at all, we were just chatting.\" She gestured to the other seats, and the bottle on the table. \n\n\"Please, feel free to join us if you with. Doctor Coren, this is my Chancellor, Angelica. Angelica, this is Doctor Coren, of whom we were just speaking about.\" Angelica sat up a bit, her tight lipped smile all too clear about her unease with the man. She normally was a much more pleasant person, but the cold had taken her warmth and her heart this winter, and she wasn't in the best of moods most days to begin with. The idea of an unvetted stranger now residing in their home without it being discussed with her was more than enough to keep her smile tight. \n\n\"A pleasure, doctor.\" She said, and took another long drink from her glass as Anya shifted a bit to refill her own glass. \n\n\"I take it your accommodations will do you well? Mara said you didn't bring much with you.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"The pleasure is surely mine, Chancellor.\" Dayveth said with a warmer smile than he received. He turned said smile to the Queen.\n\n\"Yes, I've settled down rather quickly, Your Grace. After such a long time on the road, not many possessions survive.\" Dayveth was telling the truth, technically. He didn't mention that some of his possessions were enchanted to withstand the wears of travel. \"I plan to journey to the markets soon in search of proper attire. Maybe some small pieces of decor, if finances allow.\" His tone was light and cheery as it fought with the chilly air."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She couldn't help the smirk that grew and she nodded. \"I can have you escorted to the markets tomorrow, show you the best places to find what you're looking for.\" Angelica noticed the flush of his cheeks, and moved from her place. Standing, the blonde offered him her glass of wine, and disappeared back through the doors for a moment. Anya watched her, curious, but unsurprised as she took another long drag from her own glass. \n\n\"I didn't expect you to come with a full set by any means, but a change of clothes might have been expected. Do you need more, I'm sure I can provide a wardrobe for the time being.\" She offered, and the sound of boots on the veranda pulled her attention back up. Angelica reappeared, with a set of furs and a blanket. She draped the white fur over Anya's shoulders, and the redhead rolled her eyes before pulling her hair out from beneath it. It had been in the storage trunk next to the fire in the parlor, she could smell the smoke on it still, and it warmed her shoulders almost instantly. Angelica offered the blanket to the man, and returned to her seat beside Anyanka, who shifted to drape the fur over the thinner woman's shoulders instead of her own. \n\n\"The whole point was-\"\n\n\"I'm not cold, Ang. Thank you though.\" Anya murmured, and Angelica made no protest, sinking back into her place leaning against Anya. \n\n\"So, Doctor Coren, care to tell us a story of your travels? What brought you in our direction?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth nodded his thanks and took the glass and the blanket, loosely draping the latter around his shoulders. \"I have multiple changes of clothes, thank you,\" He proclaimed, feeling slightly embarrassed. \"There are more suited for highways and dirt paths than city streets and palace corridors, however.\"\n\nAfter taking a sip from the glass, he savored it for just a second before continuing. Royalty always had the good stuff. \"The full story of my travels began over ten years ago. I have faced many hardships and known many men. I am here because it dawned on me that a royal physician might be of use to a certain royal woman.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Oh it dawned on you, did it?\" Angelica quipped, and it earned her a brief tug of the lock Anya was twirling around her finger. She winced, and Anya cooed an apology about her ring being caught, though it was a lie and they both knew it. \n\nAnya lifted her silver gaze from the blonde to Dayveth, and let her head cock to the side a bit, pressing her cheek into her knuckles as she leaned against the back of the couch. \"Please, we have time, why don't you elaborate on your tales? You said you remember Taemar first, and you've been to the Witherlands?\" She prompted, lifting her glass once more. At mention of the witherlands, Angelica sat up a bit, but just enough to look like she was reaching for the empty glass on the table between them so she could fill it since she'd sacrificed her glass to the doctor. \n\n\"Yes, Doctor, tell me all about the Witherlands. I've only been briefly, and hated the place. I'm not one for the cold like our Queen seems to be.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Well yes. I grew up in a rather remote town in Taemar. When it came time for me to leave, I headed north after meeting a hedge knight. We traveled together for almost eight years until he passed.\" Dayveth looked wistful as he talked. \"Since then I've been traveling, refining my medicinal skills. It was with him that I practiced most techniques.\"\n\nDayveth took a break and sipped again from his glass. \"When I was alone, I traveled as a bard. Many small towns view my skills as witch craft.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The mention of witchcraft made Anya's brow raise, and she gave a small smile. \"Ah, there it is, I knew there was something about you.\" She mused, and stroked her fingers through Angelica's hair, earning a soft sigh from the woman who melted back against her, pulling the furs over her shoulders and chest more tightly as she lounged. \n\n\"Your Knight, he taught you the craft?\" She prompted, then thought better of it. \"Actually, lets go back to something you said earlier, what did you mean that it dawned on you that you might be of use to a certain royal woman? Why does that imply myself, as opposed to, say, Queen Charity Lane, or Queen Elsinore Black?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"The witchcraft was nothing more but peasant superstitions, Your Grace. A simple fever-breaking elixir turns into a false potion that you used to trick them, when in their reality you placed a spell and merely remove it.\" He raised his own eyebrow at the chancellor's reaction and intimacy with the Queen. \n\n\"The knight taught me how to use a sword, the medicine I learned from home. As for my employment here...\" Dayveth took a second to review his answer before giving it. \"As part of my travels I pretended to be a troubadour as sorts. I've heard a never ending stream of songs and tales detailing about as many topics. Of all these creations, quite more than a few were dedicated to the beauty of Queen Anyanka Durkhan.\" His smile shifted slightly as he dared to look the royalty in her eyes. \"I wished to see if the stories were true.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Once more, Anyanka caught and held his gaze when he dared to give it. She was certainly a fan of people who weren't afraid to hold her gaze. She didn't see herself as anything close to intimidating, but she could see why strangers would think that. A woman who was so open about, well, everything wasn't the easiest companion. \n\n\"And how well do they fair in comparison, Doctor?\" Anyanka questioned, her voice as smooth as the wine they all drank. It would have been better warmed, but she didn't mind it in it's almost chilled state. The glass frosted at the rim a bit from the chill, and based on the pink of Angelica's cheeks, they were probably due to head inside soon before the snow started once more. But she was enjoying the crisp air and the pleasant conversation. She wished Stafford was around, or Charity still, to help even out the conversation. Hell, even a Romanov would have been nice to add. Someone to make the guilt of wanting to laugh less heavy in her chest. \n\n\"You'll hear a lot about false potions and witch craft in Astoria, unfortunately. The stories credit my looks to that of a siren, last I heard in North Feyshore. A wicked witch with a full forest of creatures looking to eat children and an enchanted garden that never goes out of season.\" Her gaze moved to the snow covered bushes that lined the outside of the gardens, and in the center, in the distance, was Mikhail's obelisk. \n\n\"As you can see, some stories don't hold true.\" She gave a soft smile and finished her glass of wine."
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"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "The man approched the Veranda in a long black longcoat and black silk pants, his hair trimed nicely into a ceaser cut (modern)...His hands covered by furlined silk gloves... His boots are a certain type of riding. Expensive. The tip of his ears and cheeks a rosy red... He would walk onto the steps and keeps quiet for a few moments. His eyes looking at the Grand Duchess with a small smile\n\n\n\"I do hope im not interrupting, Grand Duchess.\"\n\nHe said his voice polite but somehow haveing a flirtatious undertone, not a apparent one. But it was somehow there. He looked at them pulling out a Blue ruby amulet, the chain twirled around his gloved fingers\n\n\"It caused me some pain, i hope you enjoy it~. The deed as been done. I would ask to sit but, well, may i sit?,"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth chuckled once more, emptying his glass while the Queen spoke. He waited until she finished to begin speaking, glancing at the bottle, unsure if he wanted more. \n\n\"Well, I have traveled through your forests and I am quite sure they have no child-devouring monsters in their possession. As for being a witch, I see no cauldron.\" Dayveth dramatically looked around the garden, a grin upon his lips. Once again, his eyes met the royalty's, this time preceding a bold step. \"As the tales about your forests and garden prove untrue, the stories of your beauty unfortunately share the same fate.\" He waited a moment before continuing. \"The real thing is much more stunning than the stories claim.\" \n\nDayveth had no time for his superior to respond before a stranger entered, brandishing an expensive looking piece of jewelry. \"Welcome, friend.\" Dayveth said with a slightly confused and agitated look towards the man. \"Another one of my new coworkers, Your Highness?\" Dayveth asked over his shoulder."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Normally, visitors weren't allowed this late. Especially not unannounced. Anyanka was mid laugh at the flirtation when a voice sounded behind her. She and Angelica both jumped, the latter having dozed a bit in her place, and now wide awake. In the entry to the veranda stood a man, someone it took a moment to recognize until the light of the fire caught his purple eyes. \n\nShe parted her lips to ask how he'd gotten inside the palace unattended, and how he'd managed to find them. She'd hired the man months ago, after Mikhail had left for the Isles, and hadn't heard word from him since. He claimed to be one of the best at finding lost objects, so she sent him on a quest to recover something long lost to her family.\n\nIn the glint of the fire, the sapphire colored gem he held glittered, and her eyes moved to it before she nearly jumped from her seat in disbelief. \n\n\"Soveniss.\" Anyanka breathed, a smile replacing the look of surprise as she lowered herself back into her seat. Angelica was awake now, but she didn't recognize the man before them nor the artifact he held. \n\n\"No, Doctor, a private hire. One who hasn't reported back in months, might I add. I thought you'd given up and moved along without notice.\""
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"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "He would give a small chuckle and shrugs at her words, had it been months? It didn't matter... He got the amulet. His work was done... Thats what mattered in the end. He walked over and his riding boots gave a soft click every-time they touched the floor, surprisingly dry. He looked the \"Doctor\" And smiled. Devilishly at that. His royal purple gaze setting on Anyanka\n\n\n\"Well Your Highness, the doctor is right. Your beauty is nothing like the story's compared to in person. And dont be all that surprised. Your trinket it not a easy thing to find... Forgive me for my... Blank period.\"\n\nHe said with a bow and a smile. Setting the amulet onto the table with a gloved hand and looking back to them all with a half smirk half smile...\n\n\"It really wanst easy is all i have to say, m'lady\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Kept an eyebrow raised towards the strange new character and instinctively held his right hand behind and below his waist, his fingers curling inward in a spiral shape. It was a small thing and hard to notice as it want far off from a natural handshape. \n\n\"Thank you for the service, Mr. Soveniss. We appreciate your efforts.\" We has unsure how to handle the stranger."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka gave a small scoff of a laugh at mention of her looks once more. It wasn't that she wasn't flattered, but she was more interested in the amulet that he placed onto the table. \n\n\"Once it's verified that it's genuine, you'll have the price we agreed to, Mister Soveniss.\" She told him, and Angelica dropped her feet to the floor as Anya moved to reach for it. Her hand hovered over it, and the sigils drummed along her skin, as if her veins had moved and rearranged beneath her flesh to follow the markings and allow blood to pass beneath them to charge. It _dripped_ with energy, and the runic marks that littered the golden edge of the amulet -no, it was a locket, from what she remembered- reminded her so distinctly of the ones that had been branded into her skin upon Mikhail's resurrection.\n\nHer fingers curled, closing momentarily before Angelica stood, wrapping the amulet in a napkin from the table. Anya's eyes cleared, and she found herself staring in a half daze at the place where it had been. \n\n\"Mister Soveniss, if you'd follow me, we'll see to the matter of your payment. Half before verification, half after.\" Angelica stated plainly, looking to Anyanka. She shrugged the furs from her own shoulders and draped them once more over Anya, who did not protest this time as the two disappeared inside."
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"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "The man keeps his hands folded in front of him and a small smile on his face as he looks to angelica... His eyes examining her and he lowly whistles... A Smirk appearing on his face. His boots instead of clacking anymore have now stopped and are completely silent... Looking behind her for second. She had rearranged her veins for that thing... The lives he took. Verification? Whatever. He gets his pay and thats all he cares about at the moment, he then looks to Angelica\n\n\"So, why the verification, you saw how she reacted to that thing. I wont argue, but im interested. Alot of people died for that when they could have surrendered. Its not just some... Amulet. Its one of the most interesting things in years. And call me kalith, i dont take pleasure in the... Pleasantry's'\n\nHe said doing what he had been all night. Smiling. His eyes flickering around inside as he examines everything he could. Then examining the other girl. It seems... Interesting. He would speed up his pace to walk beside her and flashes her a not so, polite smile like he has been the entire night, this one more friendly\n\"I didn't get your name, and dont be shy i dont always bite.\"\nHe said with a wink. Again friendly."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "\"We will meet up at the border where the Duchy ends, at the bridge. I should be there before you.\" Eric said, riding alongside one of his wagon guards.\n\n\"Are you sure you don't want anyone with you, sir?\" The guard asked, rightfully concerned. Last thing he wanted was Sir Stafford to die in the woods while he was supposed to guard him.\n\n\"No, I've spent almost a year in a castle surrounded by people. I haven't hunted or spent some time in the woods in a long time. I will be fine, just get to the destination.\" With that, Eric rode ahead. Taling one last glance at Zahrada, and hoped the queen would he all right without him there. \n\nWhile everyone was flirting and playing their games in Zahrada, Eric left the rode and into the treeline of the Astorian forest. He breathed the chilled fall air. It was fresh, filling his chest with cold. It felt refreshing, out here it didn't matter. There were no plotting courtiers, no spying maids, and no callers looking at his queen in unsavory ways.\n\nThe rode the horse further, putting distance between himself and the city, going deeper South. He had left his armor and hammer on the wagon. All he had was his cloak, a shortbow, a shortsword, a bedroll, and some rations in his saddlebags.\n\nIt was a day ride to Knight's Landing, but with a slow moving wagon and the need for rest, it would add an extra hald or likely another day to get there. \n\nSo Eric took advantage of the time and decided to go hunting instead. He could easily out ride the wagon and knew his way to the border, it was the bridge he almost starved to death next to. The one he almost gave up at, and let go. He would never forget that spot. \n\nBy this point Eric had ridden miles from Zahrada. He brought Gallantry to a halt and hopped off his back. Patting him, he tied him off on a lowhanging sturdy looking branch. \n\nHe pulled the bow from the saddlebag and strung it. He attatched the quiver to his belt and quietly ventured on foot. He noted sone landmarks and went off. Moving quietly, he heard the sound of a small stream with running water. Keeping it in sight, he followed at a distance. A water source was a good place to start."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Once the stranger had departed with the chancellor, Dayveth allowed himself to relax for the most part, but he felt a large amount of magical energy from the amulet. Sipping from his glass and standing close to the fire, he turned his attention to the queen. \n\n\"You are full of surprises, Your Highness,\" Dayveth stated with a cocked eyebrow. \"That is a beautiful piece of jewelry, but I didn't know you associated with the likes of such men for the benefit of your wardrobe.\" Dayveth's time was light and teasing as he wore a smirk. He held the blanket tightly around him, aware of the night becoming colder."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her hand moved to the fur Angelica had draped over her shoulders, stroking it idly as she watched where the amulet had been. Even with it gone, the area still pulsed, and she felt that familiar burn of craft on her arms. \"I don't. My wardrobe is expansive on it's own. That,\" Her gaze finally broke from the spot with a thick inhale, and she straightened before reaching for the bottle to refill her empty glass. \"Was a family heirloom we thought long gone in the war.\" \n\nSitting back, she rested the rim of her goblet against the sigil closest to her wrist. It burned most deeply, considering it had been closest, and she holed the chilled glass might soothe it. Instead, it warmed the wine quickly, and she was surprised at the warm thick texture of it, and how when warmed, the sweet red tasted metallic. It was sickening, and she'd had the taste of blood on her lips enough times to tell, so she set the glass aside, curling her arms around her torso to let the pulsating warmth do some good instead of ruin more wine."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth watched her as the flame from the fire warmed him, though he made sure not to get too close. Dayveth could tell something was afoot with the amulet, thanks to both his abilities and Anyanka's reaction. It clearly made her uncomfortable and Dayveth could sense magic fluctuation in the air. \n\nHe emptied his glass again and watched as Anyanka set her's down. He slowly walked, with a little swagger, and stood close to her bench. He hadn't been sitting since the stranger in black arrived. \"May I sit, Your Grace?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The question was strange. Even after all these years, the last few of informality had warped her opinions on standards. Anyone within her home was permitted to do as they wished so long as it harmed no one else. Something as simple as sitting wasn't catastrophic to the world view, and she didn't feel needed to be asked. \n\nBut when a stranger did arrive, and stick to the old customs, it put her back in her first husbands court. The requests for _everything_. She'd grown used to it then, and she hoped she'd find a happy middle ground for Astoria one day. \n\n\"Yes, of course.\" She told him simply, \"You'll have to forgive my distraction, suddenly there's a lot on my mind.\" She warned with a soft smile as she looked up to him. With it, she moved over some, offering him the place Angelica had occupied not too long ago."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "He sat in the space she allowed him, though sitting a little closer to her than the distance she had moved. He wasn't quite sure, but he felt as if some heat was coming off of her, more than was normal in the chilly air. \n\n\"Thank you. I take it you mean the amulet?\" He wished the thing hadn't come, as interesting as it was. It had been some time since he had been alone with a woman, especially one who was as forward as Anyanka. Even if \"Nothing\" Were to happen, it was still refreshing. It was then Dayveth was first tempted to share his secret with her. He felt the arcane energy from her, and he had guessed by now the amulet had an effect on her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka nodded when he moved into the seat beside her. No longer did she feel she needed the furs, she with a shrug of her shoulders they slumped off and into the space between the curve of her spine and the cushions that supported them. \"Correct.\" The woman confirmed, finally settling back into the cushions. With the furs between her, it curved her back a bit, and her head tilted upwards towards the openings in the veranda. \n\nThe stars over Astoria were nothing to dismiss, but the fog of winter smoke from all the homes had kept them hidden for a good majority of the season. They could be seen on warmer nights, and later into the early morning hours when the fires had long died out. At the moment, a strong enough wind came from the north to help move the fog, letting glimpses of starlight break through.\n\n\"Tell me, Doctor. In your travels, since you've been accused of witchcraft. Have you ever come across anyone with a real gift? I've heard in Araedia there are women and men who claim to be chosen by an element, and can manipulate them in certain ways. Magic users were persecuted for so long, I hope to see them start coming out of the woodwork now that the world has come around to accepting magic.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth just so happened to glance at the stars when the gust moved by. He used to be fascinated by them, even studying them as some claim certain schools of magic depended on the stars. He returned his gaze back to the woman sitting across from him when she started speaking. \n\nAfter listening to her speak, he became anxious. If she was asking, she may have already figured out his precious little secret that could have him killed. Her \"Hope\" Of more mages was the real thing to put him off. It seems so inviting, and Dayveth's been trapped by similar lines before. \n\n\"I have, yes. More than one would think. Some have even taken to my profession as a guise. This has caused me trouble in the past, as I've already mentioned.\" Dayveth forced a chuckle before he continues. His eyes met the queen's once again. \"It's sad, really. Close friends can turn on another when the talent is discovered. That's why when one is persecuted for the wonderful, terrible, talent, they learn to hide it, and guard themselves from others.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her lips pressed together in a soft hum, and she let him speak. When he finished, she laid her arm out along the length of her thigh, palm facing upwards to reveal the white lines along her forearm. To the untrained eye, they looked like brands or tattoos, and even when she'd first gained them they reminded her of the Poppy brand she had on her hip. But they were different. The scars of the sigils radiated a warmth in the aftertaste of the amulet, and she ran her index and middle finger in a line over them briefly. \n\n\"There's no reason to hide who you are in this court, Doctor.\" She told him, her voice smooth with the certainty of a woman who had finally learned how to step out of the shadows. \"Astoria is a place of fairy tales for a reason. We welcome those terrible talents, and hope to put them to good use one day.\" She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, the silver of her iris' a bit molten at talk of magic. \n\n\"We were founded on persecution, slaves and whores and those rejected by the higher courts. We've carved out a place for ourselves, and intend to continue to build. If you, Dayveth Coren, intend to be a part of that, you should know I'm not looking for you to keep secrets. None of my staff does, at least not for very long, and it won't serve you well to try and hold on to them.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth waited for her to speak. When she held out her arm, all of the gears inside his finished turning as they reached a conclusion as to why he had been feeling magic from her. Without asking for permission, he reached out and gently traced his hand up the scars. He recognized the marks, learned long ago. He had a book or two on them. His gaze returned to the stars as he leaned back again. Inhaling, he shared. \n\n\"Very well then, Your Grace. I was indeed born in the wilds of Taemar, in a small community far from any others. Each member of our community were gifted as I am. I learned many different... Techniques until one day, we had been to carefree. Mage-hunters had found us, and had bounties for our heads. Whether it was good fortune or the opposite, I was the only one to survive.\" He allowed a moment of silence to pass. \n\n\"You are only the second without the born gift that I have told.\" His eyes turned to hers, though this time they showed anger and sorrow, but they also betrayed the fact that he was on edge. He was not familiar with the idea of trust."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She let him speak, knowing better than to interrupt when someone was so clearly on edge. She could practically feel the unease radiating from him, and the place where the pads of his fingers traced up the sigils on her arms answered whatever magic he held. It calmed the fire in her veins, and she raised a brow at the sensation. \n\nSuddenly the cold was noticed, and she shifted the furs back over her shoulders, covering her arms. \"A pleasure to be among the few, Doctor. You can find solace in knowing you will not be harmed for your magics unless you use them against Astoria and it's people. Do well by them, and you'll have a welcome home until your dying day.\" She spoke softly, and patted his hand briefly.\n\n\"If you find yourself interested, I've a decent amount of tombs I need assistance with translating. It would be a job for another time, once you've settled and the spring has come, but I could use a second set of eyes. How well do you know Old Feyshorian?\""
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth saw her replace the furs upon her shoulders and offered the blanket he has, holding part of it it out to her. He felt a slight rush as she patted his hand. \"Thank you for your assurance,\" He replied to her. \"Good gods,\" He thought. \"I'm like a young boy again.\" He brought his attention back to her as she asked for his help. \n\nHe thought for a moment before answering. \"I... Think I might be able to. Many of my home's books contained ancient and forgotten languages. We have techniques for finding meaning within them.\" A teasing smirk replaced his warm smile. \"Though I must ask, will I be paid for this work, or is it expected to be done for free in the best interest of Astoria? Or perhaps as a new citizen of this fine state?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The redheaded woman rolled her eyes a bit. \"_If_ you find yourself working with me on translations, you'll be compensated. Don't think I'm looking to exploit my staff.\" She warned, though it wasn't harsh. He offered the blanket and she shook her head. \n\nAnyanka stood, hoisting the pure white fur over her shoulders, thankful for it's warmth as she reached for her glass. Without hesitation she dumped it's contents into the fire, and the legs that remained were distinctly that of wine, not blood. It was reassuring, and she examined the glass for a moment before setting it down beside his empty one. \n\n\"As I told you earlier, you'll be escorted to the markets tomorrow, given an allowance for some more supplies and personal affects -though don't be greedy, Doctor.\" Her silver gaze slipped over him, allowing it to move over him fully for a moment before she shrugged. \n\n\"Mara will meet you in the infirmary tomorrow morning, be sure to get some rest, Doctor.\" Anya concluded, and with a squeeze of his hand, she returned inside, heading upstairs for the courts personal chambers."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I was neither expecting nor implying exploitation, Your Majesty, only asking how far my duties reached.\" He finished his glass as she dumped hers into the fire. He was aware of the cold as she prepared to leave. \n\nAs she looked him over, he did the same, insuring their gazes met when she had finished inspecting the rest of him. \"I didn't realize I struck you as a greedy man. Goodnight, Your Grace.\" He said before she turned and after she had squeezed his hand. \n\nHe watched her leave and turned to the fire, where the amulet rested nearby on the brick wall containing the flame. After murmuring a few unintelligible words, he bent down and picked up the piece, examining it. Dayveth took the fact of the queen leaving it behind that she had entrusted it to him. \n\nDayveth slipped the necklace into his pocket and glanced towards the fire. With a small wave of his hand and a few more words, the flame died while the mage began the walk back to his quarters."
},
{
"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Inside her guest quarters, Charity was awake, but only just. She held open a book she brought along for the trip.The queen had started her reading sitting up, but as time passed she slumped further and further until she laid on her side. The book was a suggestion from one of her colonels, a man she was close to, and one of the people she left in charge while visiting Astoria.\n\nAfter several occasions where she had fallen asleep briefly and had to try and find her spot again, Charity decided it was time to go to sleep. She would need rest for the next day, tomorrow was the day Queen Lane returned to Terresol. She killed the flame inside the lantern that was her reading light and positioned herself for sleep. On her side was her favored position. Due to the bed size, there was enough room for another person on either side of her. \n\nDespite her previous brief naps during reading, the act of reaching for the lantern seemed to waken her up again. Sleep did not come as quickly as she'd hoped."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka headed up the stairs, but found herself headed towards the opposite end of the hall. Her quarters were blocked off, heavily guarded, and towards the southern end of the home. \n\nShe found the room she was looking for, smiled sweetly to the guard who was posted outside the room and slipped inside. Once inside, she kicked her shoes off and moved carefully across the dark room towards the bed. The light from the windows wasn't enough to illuminate the room, but she could see the silver silhouette of Charity's frame. \n\nThe bed dipped a bit as Anya slipped beneath the sheets, and she curled herself around the woman, careful not to let her cold hands touch anywhere skin might be bare. She was warm, and after a moment Anya dipped her nose against the woman's neck, enjoying her warmth shamelessly.\n\nAngelica walked at a firm pace, intent to warm herself the deeper they moved into the castle. Her hands cradled the amulet that she carried, holding her fingers delicately around the napkin that contained the sapphire gemstone. \n\n\"Verification because we're not paying you for the retrieval of a fake artifact, Mister Soveniss.\" She said, glancing his way. His smile was somewhat unsettling, and she pressed her lips before gesturing into an open study. It was hers, and it was incredibly well kept. Not a single paper was out of line on her desk, all her letters folded and sorted into what had been responded to and what still needed correspondence. She moved around to take a seat at the desk, pulling open the drawer. \n\nWhen he asked her name, she glanced upwards, albeit briefly, and then back down to her desk as she placed the amulet inside. \"I didn't give it, Mister Soveniss.\" The blonde reminded him, and produced a locked box from bottom of the desk. From it, she produced a small coin purse, examined the contents, and then held it out to the man, letting it dangle between her fingers in the space between them.\n\n\"The rest will be delivered upon verification. Thank you for your works so far, Mister Soveniss. Is there anything else I can do for you?\""
},
{
"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "*He would give a smile as his gloved took the purse, weighting it in his hand and smiles at her and tucks it into the inside pocket of his jacket... Whistleing softly before takeing a single coin out and laying it neatly on her desk..*\n\n\"A drink?~ to celebrate the return of the amulet~ i can tell you how i got it~\"\n\n*He said sitting down in a chair, leaning back and putting his calf on his other legs knee. His whistle softer and more smooth, his hands clasped each other, winking to her*\n\n\"May i have your name?~ pretty please?~\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica's blue eyes narrowed as the man took a seat, and he slid a coin across her desk, as if propositioning her. \"No.\" She told him firmly. \"There will be no drinks to celebrate, I don't care for your story on how you retrieved it, and you shall not learn my name with a _wink_, Mister Soveniss.\" She responded, bracing her hands on the edge of her desk. \n\n\"I'd kindly ask you take your leave, before I must call for someone to escort you out.\" The blonde wasn't one to be flirted with, her affections fell into the hands of two people, one being her Queen and the other the ghost of the general who she could practically _hear_ telling her to be nicer to the poor man. If Marcus was still around, he'd have handled things more politely, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with winks and pretty pleases."
},
{
"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "The door creaked and Charity was able to guess that the person entering was Anya. Either that or an assassin. The only two people getting past the guards outside her room. Charity did not lift her head in response to the person whoever they were. But when they settled into bed next to her, she knew that it was Anya. She was familiar enough with the woman to know that. Charity was comforted by her presence and it helped her fall asleep."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The pair fell asleep without conversation. Just peaceful sleep on a snowy night that hurt no one. Before the morning came, Anyanka slipped from the sheets, pressed a kiss to the Queen's temple, and left the room to start her own day. A bath was waiting for her by the time she finally made it out of her own bedroom and out of last nights gown. It steamed in the perfect way, and she bathed leisurely, not liking the idea of the chill that would come when she stepped out of the warm waters. \n\nIt was surprisingly tolerable, but she still insisted on dressing quickly and without much decorum for the sake of her warmth. Breakfast was being served in the dining hall today, the early morning sun hadn't risen enough to break the dew on the veranda just yet. The gardens were covered in snow from the night prior, and she could see traces of it along the steps and arches of the building as she passed by windows. \n\nIt occurred to her briefly, that had it not been for Zane and Marcus, she'd awake every morning to the ice and snow, and once more she felt that pang of gratefulness towards the two men. One, buried in the Durkhan family tomb, and the other working beneath the castle in the dungeons to break the woman who had tried to place her son in the ground. She hadn't had the opportunity to check and see how the woman was doing this week, but if it was anything like before, she was feral. Amalthea hadn't enjoyed a day of peace since her capture, and Anya didn't intend to allow the woman a _moment_ of peace. Not even in death if she could help it. \n\nAnyanka moved to the dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table as breakfast was served to her and those of her court who were already awake. The others would filter in eventually, but she'd most likely be long gone by the time the others awoke."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth had spent the remainder of his night placing his tomes, journals, and few Knick knacks around his new room. When that was finished, he stood by the window and looked out at the stars, what few were shining. \"Looks like I beat you to court,\" Dayveth said out the window, a wistful tone in his voice. He soon turned around and stripped to his trousers before laying in his bed and quickly falling asleep, tired from the day. \n\nHe awoke early in the next morning and journeyed out in search of the dining hall. He was dressed in similar clothing as last night, though this time he just wore a loose white shirt. He eventually found the hall and the queen. \n\n\"Good morning, Your Grace. I imagine you slept well?\" Dayveth greeted the queen quietly as he took a seat near her, a warm smile upon his face. He had forgotten to fix his hair, remembering it as he sat near her. He swiftly toyed with it so it would stay back before returning his attention to the Queen."
},
{
"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "He gave the smallest of chuckels and shurgs. His royal purple eyes sparkeling with intrest. His shoulders shurgging. He was used to this. Standing up. A soft smile on his lips before he walks to the door. Looking back\n\n\"Excuse me miss, i forgot my manners. I never ment it in that... Manner. Simply being freindly. I hope i will learn you name.\"\n\nHe said leavening the coin there and walking from the room. His footsteps slilent and nothing as he left. Stopping for a moment to listen into the room. Looking behind him"
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Dayveth joined her within the hour, and Anyanka looked up from her cup of tea to the man. A report sat on the table with her, and she'd been skimming Stafford's handwriting as she sipped the dark beverage, waiting for it to cool. It was extremely bitter, and she was only drinking it at Angelica's insistence that she needed to keep herself from illness. \n\n\"I did, thank you. I trust you did as well, Doctor?\" She replied, and watched with mild amusement as he ruffled his hair. \"You do have full access to the bathhouse and all it contains. I don't know if the one they put you in has a personal bath, most of them didn't when we rebuilt this establishment. Most of us also just prefer the bathhouse instead of a cold metal tub in a poorly lit room.\" She added, though it was mostly to herself as she turned the page over that she was reading."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth smirked as the queen played with his hair. \"Thank you, Your Majesty. I didn't realized I smelled that awful.\" Dayveth's eyes glinted as he replied. \n\nWhen a servant came and asked him what he would like, Dayveth asked for whatever was easiest for them. As the servant walked away he quickly and politely asked for a bit of coffee. \"Thank you,\" He said as the servant disappeared to get his order. \n\nHe was unused to being called doctor, and he was unsure if he liked it. It sounded so... Renowned. Dayveth merely knew what he was doing. A good bit of his medical experience was owed to magic."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"I've smelled worse, Doctor. It wasn't a comment on your hygiene, more the unruly state of your hair and the knowledge that you retired relatively late last night, and no one would have informed you of it's existence.\" Anyanka told him, and finished reading Eric's handwriting as it tapered off the parchment. His plans for the Knights Academy were thorough, and every day she grew more and more proud of the man. She'd offered him Stormalong for his work, and he'd still never come back with a clear decision as to whether or not he wanted to claim it. For now though, she considered it his until he told her otherwise. If..\n\nWhen Mikhail returned home, she'd be sure to let him know that Stormalong Castle and it's city belonged to Eric Stafford until he renounced his claim. It was the very least she could do for the man who had done so much in her service."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Well thank you for informing me, Your Highness. I'm afraid I do not know where it is, however.\" The servant soon returned with his order. He thanked her before turning to his plate which contained several eggs and sausages. \n\nDayveth nearly tore into the food before remembering his manners. He politely began to eat, making sure to sit back and bring the food to him instead of the other way around. When he had an empty mouth, he turned to the queen again. \n\n\"I imagine I'll need to be shown to the bathhouse before my excursion?\""
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{
"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "*The man returned, walking to the gates of the palace this time in his normal attire, the stuff he was wearing yesterday. Instead of sneaking in like before. He looked tot eh guards with a smile and nodded to each and then looked at the house. (if there are guards, im assuming there are) And then spoke in a smooth tone*\n\n\"Whats it like guarding the grand duchess?\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The Duchess gave a small scoff of a laugh and raised her shoulder once more in a shrug. \"That depends entirely on the impression you're hoping to make with Mara, Doctor.\" She told him truthfully. Brothels and ships didn't lend to the best of smells, so she wasn't bothered by them anymore. Though, she did make it a point to keep herself bathed thoroughly in oils. Up until about a year ago, rose oil had been infused in everything she wore. After her last meeting with the Romanov's she'd eradicated it from her perfumes and bath oils, replacing them all with clove for the winter and lavender for the warmer months. \n\nWith Stafford's report finished, she moved to the one beneath it, and hesitated seeing Harmattan's script. It wasn't that torture made her squeamish, though it did, she just felt _wrong_ for reading the updates on the prisoner over breakfast. Her fingers scanned over his script, then she folded her hands over it, finally turning her full attention to the man who sat at the table with her. \n\n\"I'd personally appreciate it though if you made efforts to make a good first impression. Considering the process of finding and maintaining decent staff is nearly impossible these days.\" She smiled."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I'd imagine, what with travelers randomly appearing and requesting audiences. Must be tiring.\" He said with a smirk. He ate some more and carefully sipped his coffee, visibly reacting as it warmed him. Dayveth noticed her hesitation of one report and was reminded of the hidden duties of royalty. The report could be any number of things, from torture to secret military matters or political fights. He was also reminded that it wasn't his place to know. \n\n\"When you finish your morning reading and we finish our meals I believe I'll head there. I will need someone to show me the way though, in this maze of a home.\" He have a daring look over the rim of his coffee."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"You'll come to find it's smaller than you think, Doctor.\" She insisted, and with a glance to her left a servant appeared. Lifting the papers, she passed them off to him with the instruction to place them on her desk so she could tend to them later this afternoon. She wanted to go and check on Zane, and she really could have left the Doctor in the hands of any of the staff to accompany him, but she also didn't quite want to start her work day just yet. \n\nShe waited until his plate was cleared before standing, when she did, the rest of the staff in the room stood at attention, and Anya pressed her lips together at the act before she looked to the doctor in his seat. \"Come along then, we can't have you getting lost.\""
},
{
"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity awoke not long after Anya, but long enough to notice she was gone with nary a trace. She got up to ask if a bath could be prepared, and soon settled back into bed with the book she was reading the night before.\n\nOnce the bath was prepared, she bathed. The metal tub didn't bother Charity, nor did the dim light. Earlier in her life she wouldn't have had the opportunity to bathe at all. Keeping the comparison in mind made it quite enjoyable."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth finished his plate and stood, carefully moving the beautifully made dining chair. He had spent his life in the woods and small hamlets, cities weren't terribly uncommon, but palaces? It was surreal. He carried his coffee mug carefully and nodded to the Queen. \n\n\"Thank you for taking your time to guide me, I understand you must be busy.\" He curiously eyed the documents, but he didn't care too much. For now he was happy. He had almost forgotten he had shared his most sacred secret.\n\n\"I'm following your lead, Your Grace, as any good citizen should,\" Dayveth announced with a wink. He was a teasing person, and he felt the Queen got his sense of humor. As employers went, she was high on the list in a lot of categories. She was definitely the most beautiful person he'd worked for. She was the first woman, but still."
},
{
"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "I like dndbeyond a lot for my physical group"
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Terribly.\" Anyanka agreed, though she hardly meant it. There was a nations worth of work to be done, but she couldn't focus on that. If she worried too broadly, she'd drive herself mad, and she understood that perfectly. \n\nWorrying about making sure the new physician found his way to the bathhouse was an easy task to set herself up to. An easy victory to start the day that she knew was bound to test her. Charity was leaving today, and along with an empty bedroom the woman was leaving behind some mixed feelings in the Duchess. Zane wanted her to check in on the prisoner, see if she could get sone information out of her before he moved in to his next rounds. \n\nAnd she'd received a letter from Mikhail in her pile of correspondence this morning. \n\nSo a walk through the cold towards the bathhouse wasn't frowned upon, and she lead the way until they reached the structure. It had beeb built after the castle, but done in a similar style. Deep woods and rich colored tiles that contained the flame licked baths. Long stained glass windows cast rosy amber hues over the bathhouse and they found it unoccupied. \n\n\"There are three bath, this main one, and two privates down the corridor. Take your pick of them Doctor, if you find yourself to be a modest man, I recommend coming here before the sun gets too high or long after its set \""
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I'm sorry to hear that,\" Dayveth replied after the queen commented on her workload. He followed her to their destination, his head on a swivel as he examined his new home. When they reached the bathhouse, he noticed it was built in the same beautiful style as the rest of the palace. \"To be expected, of course,\" Dayveth thought to himself, feeling slightly foolish. \n\nThe new physician turned his head to the Queen, still unused to being called \"Doctor.\" He really wasn't, more of an herbalist, but that's how he sold himself and he would need to get familiar with the title. He noticed how she still managed to look regal in the wee hours of the morning. \n\n\"May I ask why, Your Highness? As well as which bath you would recommend, unless of course you wouldn't know. I reckon you have your own.\" Dayveth's voice was friendly as he spoke to the woman who he had been constantly thinking about. His previous two encounters with her had brought him great fortune. The first brought a home and a job, the second a friend."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka raised a brow. \"Why there are three baths or why I recommend earlier or later sessions?\" She asked for clarification, but decided it wasn't worth it to wait when she could answer both. She'd only worn slippers, and she kicked them off carefully, letting her bare feet graze the tiles as her fingers gripped the front of her gown. \"I didn't feel the need for more, and I liked the idea of providing those who wanted privacy the option of it until we have the luxury of installing more into the home. Generally, there's more than one modest person within the house, so three just seemed fitting.\" \n\nAs she spoke, she stepped down the first step into the main bath, pleased to find it was warm. The fires beneath the bathhouse had already been started, but she had assumed they wouldn't be properly tended to until at least after breakfast. Admittedly, she was pleasantly surprised to find her staff worked better than she hoped most days. \"As for why I would recommend earlier or later, just because it thins out. You're less likely to run into anyone if you're here for a bath at the witching hour.\" She teased, casting him a glance over her shoulder as she raised her skirts just enough to keep them out of the water that lapped lazily at her ankles. \n\n\"I've my own personal bath, but I've been known to make use of the establishment. My modesty is long gone, so I have always preferred this one. More room, the salts used in here are stronger, and I love the way the amber glass looks on my skin.\" She nodded towards the overlooking stained glass windows before stepping out, letting her foot hover for a moment over the step to let a few drops fall from her toes before she released her skirts to flow around her feet once more."
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth waited patiently for her to finish speaking. He sat on a bench and unbuckled his boots before slipping them off and customarily wriggling his toes. He hopped they didn't smell bad enough for the queen to pick up on it as he quickly swiftly moved to stand them in the water. The water felt heavenly on his calloused, worn feet, better than he would have cared to admit. \n\n\"I'm sure it has occurred to you, Your Highness, that a woman as powerful as yourself could select the strength of the salts which are used in her bath. Is there perhaps a reason you left out in your explanation?\" It was a morning of new beginnings. Why not begin boldly?\n\nDayveth stepped out of the water and back towards the bench, slipping off his shirt and folding it before laying it on the bench. If the queen had been watching, she may have noticed what would have looked like a burn scar that spread from the middle of his back to his right shoulder. If she had blinked after that, she would see that it would have shimmered and disappeared."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She smirked at his question. \"I'm well aware, but I'm not a _selfish_ woman, doctor.\" She reminded him. She hadn't been watching, her eyes had dipped down to the small puddle she'd created when she stepped out of the baths, but when she looked up to find him already disrobing she smoothed her hand over the front of her dress. \n\n\"Take your time in here, I'll alert Mara to your location and let her know to be ready when you are. A carriage will take you both to town, please feel free to purchase what you require, but, as I said before, don't let greed pull my purse strings.\""
},
{
"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"And as I have asked before, Your Grace, do I strike you as a greedy man?\" He then stood there, hesitating. He admittedly wasn't much of a flirt, seeing as how the majority of his time had spent on the roads. The most flirting he'd had to do was with drunken maids at small town taverns, those of which were basically hungry for a well traveled \"Adventurer.\" The few times he's been to cities however, well, the hedge knight showed him how fun was done. \n\n\"You may join me if you wish, Your Highness. I'm afraid my years and practices haven't made me terribly modest. Forgive me if I've stripped too soon, or if I am once again being too forward.\" He have her an apologetic look, but upon close inspection, a dare lied underneath."
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