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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Just as before, she rolled her eyes. \"You don't strike me as any type of man yet, Doctor Coren.\" She told him truthfully, and with a blink her gaze moved from his eyes to his chest. He wasn't hard to look at by any means, and she could see the attempted flirtation that slipped beneath his suggestion that he had been too forward. He wanted her to say something about it, and with another blink her eyes were back to him. \n\nInstead, her hand reached out to his, and she tugged gently to get him walking towards the waters. She stopped him just before the first step, and reached for his waist, tugging the strings that held his trousers up in one firm motion to untie how it had been secured. Loosened, she let her finger slip between skin and fabric, and she let the weight of her hand slide it down his hip just an inch or so before she stopped. \n\n\"I'd love to join you, Doctor,\" The woman purred, letting the rhythm of her voice move through the steam of the bathhouse as the fires in it's belly grew the longer they burned. There was a reason she'd been accused of witchcraft before she actually practiced, and she'd had more than one man call her a siren in her life. \n\nThe hand that held his own snaked over his chest, up his shoulder, and draped lazily around his neck as she pulled him into a soft kiss. It lasted for only a moment before she pulled away, pulling her hands from his chest and trousers to push through her auburn curls. \n\n\"But we both know I've got other affairs to attend to. Perhaps another time.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth smiled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him, since it had been awhile, and was enjoying the direction of things. He assuredly kissed her back and raised an eyebrow. As she spoke he rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his lip, nodding slightly. \n\n\"Perhaps, Your Majesty.\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "She was under no stress and as calm as ever, yet a nice hot bath like the one she currently resided in still managed to soothe her even more. The steam, the heated water, and the clean feeling afterwards were heaven. But she knew eventually the water would cool. She got out before that happened. A cold bath with snow outside is a bad idea.\n\nShe grabbed a towel quickly, lest the cold outside really start to affect her wet body. She stepped back into the guest room where very little of her wardrobe was not already packed to go back to astoria. Unlike most of royals and nobles in Marin, Charity did not follow fashion trends. She preferred functionality over aesthetics, yet Terresolian seamstresses have seen it fit to try and give her both aesthetic and function. The dresses in her wardrobe, and the one she began dressing herself with could best be described as a commoner's dress dyed in expensive colors and a bit of extra fabric on the sleeves.\n\nDressed for the day, she exited her room, and headed for breakfast. She hoped to spend the day, her last day of the current trip in Astoria, with Anya. But she was not to be seen at the dining table. Charity seated herself at one of the heads, awaiting food."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth slipped into the bath and relaxed, almost entering a state of euphoria. A real bath for the first time in years, he guessed. He just sat for a while before beginning to scrub himself. When he was finished, he stepped out and dried off before finding his cup of coffee. He had forgotten it on the bench and was disappointed to find that it had cooled. What a shame. \n\nDayveth clothed himself and headed back towards the dining hall. He noticed a stranger eating and decided he'd make a friend. He approached her and tapped the chair next across from her's. \"Mind if I sit with you?\""
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"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "*Im assumeing Kalith after waiting for abit is let in. He walks into the palace and goes to look for the grand duchess his cheeks red and shivers in his steps. He ears look close to frost bite... His steps loud agaisnt hisbwishes at the freezeing man goes to get the rest of his payment... Frosted breath still comeing out of his. Mouth*"
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "The table was empty apart from Charity, so food came out rather quickly. Just as she was about to begin eating, a stranger approached. At this point she was sure she met, or at least saw every member of the staff. So to see someone so unrecognizable threw her for a loop. \"Of course.\" She was expecting this stranger wanted to converse, since there were many seats open and he chose the one next to her. She wouldn't mind the company, but that wouldn't stop her from eating, and she dug in."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Thank you,\" Dayveth replied and sat down, asking a servant for another coffee. He gave the servant his thanks before turning to Charity. \"Allow me to introduce myself. Dayveth Coren, newly appointed Royal Physician.\" Dayveth smiled warmly at the woman he was trying to befriend."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "\"It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor Coren.\" That would explain why she hadn't seen him prior to now, if he was new. \"I am Queen Charity Lane, of Terresol.\" She returned his smile."
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"author": "destinywraith2",
"message": "*Kalith would move towards the two in the dining hall, the bottom of his long coat is frosted and his nose looks painted red. He would do a little bow before looking to chairty, kissing her hand if she allowed him. Then he turned to them both*\n\"Doctor? Im assuming, at-least the grand duchess refereed to you a that, would you both mind if i sit?\"\n*He said with a polite, yet freindly closed liped smile*"
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane wasn't quite sure how much time had passed, all he knew was that he wasn't where he remembered falling asleep. There was a bed underneath him, and not a coach. That warranted opening his eyes, he guessed. Well, opening his eyes answered where he was, and if that wasn't enough, the questioning stare he got from Angelica was helpful.\n\n\"Why am I not surprised, not even here for a full day and you're already in the Queen's room.\" Even though there was a possible accusation there, Zane didn't feel like rising to it. He removed the blanket and stood, before stretching and making for the door.\n\n\"Angelica, in my defense, I was asleep when I was moved.\" He mumbled, rolling his shoulders a bit. \"Now, two things. One, where is the Queen exactly? Two, before I go find her, how much have you fucked up my room?\"\n\n\"She should be in a parlor, and not as bad as you may think.\" She responded, moving to do whatever she was there for. \"Although, it is good to see you back, Harmattan. Even if you look like shit.\"\n\nZane rolled his eyes as he left the room. \"Love you too, Angelica.\"\n\nReturning to his room for a moment, he changed quickly before he began to search for the parlor Anyanka was in. Finding the one she was in didn't take too long, although the books she had around her didn't look all that welcoming to Zane.\n\n\"So, what's going on here?\" He asked, moving towards Anyanka."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "When she heard the footsteps, she'd wrongfully assumed it was the Doctor, come looking for company. She hadn't seen him except that morning, and she'd yet to find Charity either. Not that she'd gone looking. The uneasy feeling that came from bringing Zane home and the name that lingered on the tip of her tongue hadn't left her in a personable mood, and she didn't want to be rude to her guest as a parting gift. \n\nHence, why she'd taken to the parlor to cool off, and to work herself down from the panic that threatened to rise in her when Angelica asked why exactly she'd brought Zane home when there was still work to be done. A name wasn't a reason, and they needed more. But as far as she was concerned, Harmattan had been at it for months, and his sanity couldn't be sacrificed in the search for answers with Amalthea. Not when she truly believed it was a dead end. \n\nFor all she knew, the name wasn't even real.\n\nAnyanka gave a small smile when she spotted him, and placed her finger between the pages she was reading. \"A woman's work never ends, Zane. I'm glad to see we didn't loose you, I admittedly checked your pulse a few times in the carriage. Though, you really should still be asleep.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane just casually waved a hand, trying to assuage her worries. \"I've survived off less. I'll be fine.\"\n\nMoving up behind her, he picked up one of the books on the table. He didn't open it yet, just looked at the cover. It was a bit faded, and he thought about opening it, but decided against it. He wasn't ordered to read, and that's all that mattered to the man right now.\n\n\"Given the time I've known you, it doesn't really take a genius to guess what you're doing.\" He told her, gesturing around at all the books. \"You have people you can trust to work on this. I mean, you're stuck with Angelica and I, and you have plenty of people you could ask for help.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth maneuvered the crowded streets of Zahrada's markets. Vendors loudly promoted their wares and shamelessly entrapped any unknowing or careless shoppers as they moved between stalls. Being in the markets was a refreshing breath of air since he had been in the castle grounds. He certainly enjoyed and appreciated his time in the castle, but it came with a bit of culture shock and Dayveth was unused to being proper with nobles. He missed his old friend. \n\n\"Master Coren, please slow down.\" Dayveth checked himself and glanced over his shoulder to find Mara struggling against the crowd. Dayveth felt slightly ashamed for leaving his chaperone behind. They both carried several new wares, their shopping almost done. \"My apologies, Mara.\" \n\nDayveth bought a pair of spectacles and nodded to the middle aged nurse. \"That's all for now, let us return.\" The pair headed back to the castle, engaging each other in mild chit chat. They were screened by the gate guards and Mara helped Dayveth deliver his new goods to his room before they said their goodbyes. \"What a wholesome woman,\" Dayveth thought to himself before choosing a certain old tome and setting out to a parlor to read. Sadly, work had to begin. \n\nBy good chance, the new physician had stumbled upon the same parlor as his queen and her spymaster currently occupied. \"Oh,\" He said in slight surprise. \"Good evening, Your Majesty, Sir.\" The second title he said to the man he was unfamiliar with. \"I trust you traveled well?\" Dayveth asked the woman, turning to her once more."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"And what is this isn't something I want anyone else to know about just yet?\" She asked, glancing up at him as he walked around the back of the couch she occupied. She'd changed into a lighter dress, foregoing the bodice for the cooler fabric because the fires had burned so hot in the parlor she'd been uncomfortable before. With her feet propped on the the couch, she assumed he wasn't going to take the seat beside her. It occurred to her to move them, but she knew Zane would move them if he wanted the seat. \n\n\"What if this name, is something I _should_ have known already? I ask the wrong person the wrong question, and suddenly I look like a fool in the eyes of the Council of Marin.\" She pressed her lips together, and moved her hand through her hair. She was going to continue with her worries, but the Doctor entered the parlor just then. \n\nShe turned to look at him, silver eyes not quite being reached by her smile as she set the book aside. \"Evening, Doctor Coren.\" She returned, and then gestured a hand to Zane over her shoulder. \"Zane, this is Doctor Coren; a recent hire for the physician's position. Doctor Coren, this is Zane Harmattan; spymaster extraordinaire.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane was going to comment on her worries, but just then someone else had entered the room. He didn't say anything as Anyanka introduced them, nodding respectfully to the doctor. \"A pleasure.\"\n\nHe took a second to think about how she introduced him. Was it normal for spymasters to do as much mundane paperwork as he had? Surely not, but he wouldn't air his woes about that at the current moment, not wanting to make the doctor assume the worst.\n\n\"To what do we owe this visit, Doctor?\" He asked the man, leaning down onto his forearms behind Anyanka, a small smile on his face as he did so."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "The snow gave Eric bad memories. The crack of a twig from the weight of the snow made Eric twitch, his abdomen throbbed from phantom pains. _Maybe hunting was a bad idea._ Eric though to himself, gripping the reins of his horse until his knuckles turned white. The cold didn't bother him much, he'd been dressed for the winter when he left Zahrada to check out Knight's Landing. On his way to meet with his retinue at the bridge, he returned with no game, having missed the only deer he'd found in the woods. He never was any good with a bow, it wasn't quite his thing. \n\nHe'd finally found the rode he was looking for an hour ago, now, knowing where he was, he continued along the small path. It was clearly underused, growth was encroaching upon it. Eric felt uneasy, almost like he wasn't in Astoria. He remembered somewhere that looked like this, his grip somehow tightened on the reins. His left hand thumbed the pommel of his sword, giving him a feeling of security. _It's okay._ Eric though, not understanding why he was feeling so uneasy. _You're in Astoria. It's safe here._ Eric didn't know where else he would be, he stopped paying attention to where he was going. He zoned out, lost in thought and fending off memories he didn't want.\n\nThe sound startled Eric from his thoughts. Within a flash, he'd ripped his sword from his sheathe, rearing his horse to its hind two legs. He was focused in, looking, his eyes narrowed and bright with fury. _Them!_ He mind shouted, then his voice boomed out of reflex \"HERE! 'Round me!\" He shouted, for a moment, thinking he was in the Southernmost portion of South Feyshore, with the bandits letting loose arrows on him. But there was no response. \n\nNo arrows fired.\n\nNo one yelled for help.\n\nNo horns sounded.\n\nBut for some reason, the old arrows that had been removed for almost a year burned. The cries for help still rang. The horns of war still roared in his ears. Phantoms danced for a moment, just faceless shades. He ground his teeth and blinked away the red that was appearing as result of the fury he once felt. After a moment, the painful phantoms faded and all there that remained was a seventeen year old alone, on a horse with his sword drawn, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. \n\n\"What's happening to me?\" He asked the fading phantoms, his arms going limp for a moment. He sheathed his sword and moved onward. The episode was put behind him, he was thankful no one saw it. If word were to spread of anything like that, he may lose his positions. It was what he had always dreamed of, it was all he was good at. It just had a cost he had to come to terms with, everything had a cost.\n\nWithin an hour the bridge was visible; but no one was there. Eric said what he'd do, he beat the retinue to the bridge so he dismounted and found a dry-ish place to relax. Settling for a spot underneath a nearby tree he unfastened his cloak and laid it out to sit on with his back to the tree. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples for a moment before opening them and humming one of the marching songs to himself. The most guilty part of his entire situation, was that he missed it.\n\nEric missed the sense of urgency, the thrill of battle. He'd never felt so alive when someone was trying to kill him. His blood had never pumped harder than when it was being drained from him by arrows. The way everyone looked to him for guidance, and the fear the under-armored bandits had when he caught them and shattered them with his hammer, it was indescribable. That lust for battle made him feel guilty when he remembered the men who died there. He didn't call them soldiers, because they weren't. They were common people who took up arms to fight criminals. They were better than Men-At-Arms. They were untrained, hardly paid, and they volunteered to make a better kingdom. If he had the ability, he'd give them all castles. \n\nBut none of it made sense, when he put his mind to it. He loved and hated his profession, his abilities were a necessary evil. In the moment, he loved it, and when he was home, when he was in peace, he hated it. The phantoms tormented his dreams and his time alone. He would take hunting trips or rides just to get his anxiety out, to let the phantoms remind him again. Then he would go back to work.\n\n\"Sir Stafford?\" \n\nEric openned his eyes, forgetting they were closed. He got on his feet and looked up at the rider. \n\n\"Finally caught up?\" Eric asked with a half smile.\n\n\"Yes, sir. I rode a head to make sure the way was clear. They will be here soon. Any luck hunting, sir?\"\n\nEric shook his head \"No, I'm not quite good with bows I've found. \"\n\nIt was another hour before the rest of the retinue caught up with Eric and the guard. When they did, they didn't halt and just carried on. Now only half a day away from Knight's Landing, Eric wanted to go straight there. It would only get colder. He needed to understand the decay before he could make plans. The rest of the trip was uneventful, with small talk and a few marching songs to get them through the day. \n\nThen Knight's Landing was in sight. It wasn't as bad as Eric expected, butnot as good as he had hoped. By the time Eric got to the decayed gates that had been broken, he knew it was going to be a long day. With the castle being entirely based around trainning knights, it was essentially a small citadel. A wall reached around the keep in a sort of oval, with the back portion being built into the castle. Room was left for a large open air courtyard and a few decrepid building that Eric assumed served as storehouses, smithies, and other things. Old trainning dummies were left in the courtyard, other than that, it was ransacked and abandoned. The keep was in decent condition, some repairs would need to be made and supports checked before inhabitation. Last thing he needed was the keep to collapse once it saw heavy use. \n\nThe front doors to the keep weren't there, as if they'd been unhinged and taken away. More like shattered, Eric assumed. The Hall was cold and drafty, but was dryer than the courtyard. So they laid out their beddings and rested there. Eric couldn't rest, and explored the keep alone. It was multistories, and instead of many lavish bedrooms it mostly had large rooms to operate was what he could only assume as classrooms. Though, one wing seemed to be just a big barracks. Several open barracks rooms with old wooden bunkbed that were falling apart. The opposite wing had classes, and on the highest floor, some nicer single rooms which were likely for teachers and actual knights.\n\nAfter he spent the last few hours of daylight exploring, it was growing too dark to explore so Eric used the stone walls to guide himself felt his way back to the main hall and pulled the first guard duty, staying up most of the night voluntarily before being convinced to sleep by a guard. He only slept a few hours before daylight crept through the slits and cracks, waking him. That was when full exploration began. Some places lacked any access to daylight, so they lit torches and explored. Going more in detail, the steward Eric brought along was writing down all of the important damages and features on parchment so the cost of repair could be later estimated. \n\nThat took most of the day, after some convincing from the steward, Eric decided not to explore the underground portion. Deciding that a castle that had been abandoned for ten years may not have a safe underground. They reviewed notes, explored more, and night fell again. This time Eric slept before taking the last watch, going out to the walls and watching the sun rise. The way it made the snow sparkle was mesmerizing. But, like everything, the pretty red-orange of the sunrise faded to yellow and the sky turned from a light purple to blue. They spent the morning doing a few more rounds, then packing. It was getting colder, and they had everything they absolutely needed. The retinue started back to Zahrada, with fair weather and no new snow, they were on track to be home in a day and a half.\n\nEric's retinue arrived at the gates of Zahrada by midday. It was easy to tell that his guards were relieved, even just passed the gates the city was warmer than the cold roads they had been wandering. He instructed them to unload the wagon and then go get a hot meal and some sleep. They parted from Eric, taking the wagon to be unloaded while Eric took the list of damages to the Keep, eager to get the cost analysis started on what would soon be his academy. The keep was a short ride for Eric, once he got close he dismounted and handed off his horse to be stabled. He'd brush him later when he had the time. The four days Eric had been gone, he hadn't shaved. So a scratchy black beard had started to come in, but Eric was easily recognizable. He just looked older with the small beard that had grown. \n\nEric walked past the guards and through the main door of the Keep, going straight for the nearest guard he fixed his posture as soon as he recognized Eric. \"Where's the queen?\" Eric asked with a pleasant half smile, waving a hand to signal for the guard to relax. \n\n\"Uh, a parlor sir over through those doors, and a left.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\"\n\n\"Aye, sir.\"\n\nSo, Eric followed the instructions. His steps were heavy and quick, he always walked with a sense of urgency and curled fingers as if he were marching everywhere with rapid thirty-inch steps. Eric wasn't exactly dressed to speak with the queen. He was wearing a wool green cloak, a earthy-brown coat lined in spots with fur and leather with his normal worn black boots. A sword hung off his belt, but Eric looked knightly in most anything he wore at this point and with some red still on his face from the cold it was pretty clear he just came back. After a light knock on the door, Eric opened the door to the Parlor where Queen Anya, Zane, and Dayveth were all talking. \n\n\"Your gra_ Oh, apologies, I do not mean to interrupt.\" Eric said apologetically, half in the door prepared to leave if asked."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka felt Zane lean over the back of the couch, and she could practically hear the smirk in his voice at asking what they owed the pleasure to. Her hand reached up behind her, catching the man's chin with her fingers. \"Play nice, Harmattan, I actually enjoy the Doctor's company.\" She told him, and no sooner did her hand drop did the door open. \n\nIn stepped Eric Stafford, pink in the cheeks from his travels and already apologizing. She smiled, and shook her head at his assumption that he was interrupting, tossing her auburn curls. \n\n\"You're not interrupting anything, Eric. I'm glad to see you've returned so soon, I thought you'd be another day at least.\" Her hand motioned to the seat by the fire, offering it to him. \"Please, have a seat and a drink and tell me of your trip.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric bowed his head, \"Thank you.\" He said stepping in, not losing a step as he unfastened the cloak he was wearing and hung it over the back of the seat he claimed. Before sitting, he adjusted his belt so the sheathe would rest more comfortably and he sat down. He had sat some of the parchments on the table facedown, it was more out of instinct than mistrust of anyone in the room. Nothing in there was particularly sensitive, it was just the damages recorded at Knight's Landing. As it was offered, he poured himself a drink, only half a glass, and took a drink feeling some warmth return to him. \n\n\"The trip was fine, your grace.\" Eric started, \"Knight's Landing is as bad as I'd expected, a lot better than Stormalong. We wrote down the major damages and I will begin estimating the cost of repairs.\" Eric said in that sort of official tone he always seemed to have, as if he were giving a report of a mission than having a conversation. This was the third or fourth time the two had ever really met with each other, Eric didn't particularly know how to talk to her. After he finished talking, he took another drink."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The knight moved into the parlor, making himself as comfortable as he allowed himself to be. He always seemed to keep himself just three inches from fully relaxed, and she still hadn't decided if that was just his personality or some discomfort he held with herself. \"Better than Stormalong is a good step though, it means the repairs won't be nearly as intensive. We might be able to start them sooner if the winter passes quickly.\" She mused, and lifted her glass a bit. Zane reached over her shoulder, took it out of habit and finished it off. She wasn't one to complain, especially when he refilled it. \n\n\"It seems I've got decent news flowing in from all fronts today.\" She mused, and upon saying it remembered the letter from Mikhail that still sat on her desk. Immediately there was an itch to go and find it, but she kept herself seated, leaning back deeper in the cushions to keep herself grounded. He knew how to mark the letters if it was urgent news, and she hadn't seen the mark on the corner of the envelope that held it. \n\n\"It's probably a long shot to ask, but does the name De Barbaric mean anything to you?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric nodded, listening to every word. \"I intend to start collecting resources now, and, as soon as we get a thaw we can start setting up temporary housing for the workers. All of these repairs across Feyshore are going to be expensive.\" Eric commented inbetween her first a second comments. Then, she asked him about the name and mouthed it out silently once, searching for all of the names he had heard across his time living. \n\n\"No, it does not. Should it?\" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "It wasn't surprising that he didn't know it, he was much younger than herself, but a woman can dream. She pressed her lips lightly and shook her head. \"No, I don't think so. It came up today in regards to..\" She paused, and glanced at the Doctor. She didn't know him that well, and he wasn't exactly a trusted member of her court just yet. \"Well, the situation we had at the docks last spring.\" It was vague, but Eric would have known what she meant. \n\n\"I was just curious if anyone in house knew that name before I started reaching out to find out more information.\" Anyanka inhaled, tilting her head to the side. With the movement, the tension released a bit before she rolled it back forward, her chin dipping towards her chest. \n\n\"As for the repairs to Feyshore, that's for me to worry about. You're going to have your work cut out for you in regards to training, I don't expect you to worry yourself over resources just yet. Angelica and I will work out how best to get the funds for it.\""
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"message": "Eric's lipse formed a line in reference to the incident he knee very little about. \"I see, well if I can be of any service in that, you only need to say the word.\" He said, then fi ished his glass and putting more wine in it. This time a little more than half, he was really cutting loose now. \n\n\"Again, should you need anything from me with securing funds for reconstruction I will happily do whatever you need.\" Eric said to the last part. \"Stormalong still has a lot of valuable items I secured from bandits in the South last winter, should any of that be needed I only need to be told.\" Eric said, remembering that he still had all of that locked away in the Stormalong keep."
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"message": "She smiled, and pushed her hand through her hair, letting her head lull a bit against the cushions as he spoke. The fire and wine and company had settled her unease for the time being, and she laughed. \"Eric, you do far more than your position asks of you already. Let Angelica do her job, if we don't keep her occupied, she'll come down heavy and hard on us for other things.\" Anya glanced to Zane with a smirk. \"And personally, I prefer the woman when she has something to keep her mind on and not worrying about every step I take and whether or not it's been tested for trap doors.\" \n\nIt wasn't intended to be mean, she adored the woman for her concern, but sometimes a letter was just a letter and there was no reason to be concerned it was poisoned. Angelica had a stronger fear of Anyanka dying than, well, anyone else she knew."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric shrugged, taking a sip from his glass, \"The offer still stands, I am always happy to do more than my position. I live to work, should she want any help with anything at any time. Most of my work slows down during the winter.\" Eric was trying to avoid feeling uneasy by the fact that he was speaking candidly to a his queen. The whole thing was strange, a few years ago, he was fixing horseshoes in some unnamed village, now, he was drinking wine with a queen while making small talk. Eric avoided direct eye contact with Anya when not immediately speaking or being spoken to, preferring to look at the fire or down into his wine. He finished that glass when he looked down into and set his glass down, not going for anymore wine. He didn't drink often, and already felt some effect."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane had stayed quite for the exchange, instead opting to drinking while leaning over the back of the couch. Whether from finishing off Anyanka's glass, or from his own, it didn't really matter to the man. He was tired and hadn't had any wine for a while, so this was him getting his fill.\n\n\"Trust me, Angelica typically doesn't need help. She's not only a worker, but also a perfectionist. Her work will be more then okay.\" Zane chimed in, taking another sip of his own glass. \"Although, I'm sure she'd appreciate the offer.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"I appreciate the mentality of working hard, Eric, but I also need you to learn to live for yourself for a bit.\" She reminded him, and glanced over her shoulder to Zane.\n\n\"Will you please take a seat and stop standing over my shoulder you're making me anxious.\" She muttered, tugging on his hand to get him to walk around the couch and actually sit.\n\nHer attention returned to Eric and she rolled her eyes a bit. \"As I was saying, this is your home as much as it is ours. Please find some pleasure in it, you've certainly earned it.\""
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"message": "Eric looked down to at the empty glass and poured more wine, a little distressed by the idea of having no focus for work in the winter months. In his entire life, he'd never had a lot of leisure time. He never allowed room for it. When he was younger, he was carrying water from the stream or running errands for his ailing and half crazy mother. As he got older, it turned into filling orders at a village smithy. Then, as Randall's squire, it was training. With or without Lord Randall, Eric trained, took care of horses, or maintained equipment while they were constantly on the move. Last winter, he had his campaign, that had him in a constant state of focus and alert. He didn't know what he liked to do for leisure. \n\n\"I suppose I could use some... Free time.\" Eric said, the idea, or phrase even, seemed alien to him. He couldn't go back to Stormalong, the roads would be snowy and freezing. That was were most of the people he considered his close friends were. Most of them were with him and Randall since the beginning, the people here were different. Not bad, he just knew their names but didn't know them as people and he wasn't sure how to get to know people without arrows flying at both of you. The entire situation was different. His bright green eyes lowered to the wine as he took another sip. Even with drinking, and the candid conversation, Eric's posture was straight, his tone was more relaxed, but even his relaxed tone was deep and carried with an air of seriousness."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane rolled his eyes as he heard Eric. He seemed adverse to the concept of free time, a reaction that Zane himself had at first, when he first arrived in the Underground. Moving to the front of the couch, he lifted Anyanka's legs, and slipped under them.\n\n\"Well Eric, the first thing you need to know about free time, is that it's meant to relax. Slouch a little, Anyanka won't kill you if you do. Trust me on that.\" Zane said, gesturing to Eric. \"Take some time to live a little, you'll find that time like this is rare.\"\n\nZane took a sip from his glass, and sent a small smile towards Eric. \"Hell, I may have to take you drinking one night, show you that time like this should be spent well, and more often then not spent drunk.\" He laughed a bit at that, \"Although, it's more likely Angelica and Anyanka may call me a bad influence for that one.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Zane moved to place himself beneath her legs, and she shifted, letting her shoulder prop on the man's shoulder as he spoke. Her eyes couldn't help but hit the ceiling at the idea of Zane taking Eric out drinking. \"You're young, Eric. Take advantage of it before you find yourself weighted down more than you are.\" She told him, letting her hand prop against her cheek. \n\n\"But word of advice, if you _do_ let Harmattan take you out to the taverns, for every three drinks he has, I'd only drink one. This one has a tolerance I don't think you've built up yet.\" She smirked, and pushed her fingers of her free hand through Zane's hair before stretching her legs over his lap, curling her toes lazily before relaxing into the newfound position."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Let's let little Dayveth have a post.\n\nAnd I need to get something to eat I'm so hungry"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth maneuvered the crowded streets of Zahrada's markets. Vendors loudly promoted their wares and shamelessly entrapped any unknowing or careless shoppers as they moved between stalls. Being in the markets was a refreshing breath of air since he had been in the castle grounds. He certainly enjoyed and appreciated his time in the castle, but it came with a bit of culture shock and Dayveth was unused to being proper with nobles. He missed his old friend. \n\n\"Master Coren, please slow down.\" Dayveth checked himself and glanced over his shoulder to find Mara struggling against the crowd. Dayveth felt slightly ashamed for leaving his chaperone behind. They both carried several new wares, their shopping almost done. \"My apologies, Mara.\" \n\nDayveth bought a pair of spectacles and nodded to the middle aged nurse. \"That's all for now, let us return.\" The pair headed back to the castle, engaging each other in mild chit chat. They were screened by the gate guards and Mara helped Dayveth deliver his new goods to his room before they said their goodbyes. \"What a wholesome woman,\" Dayveth thought to himself before choosing a certain old tome and setting out to a parlor to read. Sadly, work had to begin. \n\nBy good chance, the new physician had stumbled upon the same parlor as his queen and her companions currently occupied. \"Oh,\" He said in slight surprise. \"Good evening, Your Majesty, Sirs.\" Dayveth bowed slightly, raising automatically. The second title he said to the men he was unfamiliar with. \"I trust you traveled well?\" Dayveth asked the woman, turning to her once more."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka looked up to see Dayveth in the doorway, and she gave him a small smile as he asked if she traveled well. \"Well enough.\" She answered with a shrug of her shoulder. \"The day was long for all of us, you're welcome to join us for the evening.\" She offered, motioning to the tray of glasses on the table and the bottles around it. \n\n\n\"Eric, Zane, meet Doctor Coren. He's a recent hire to the physician's position, I trust you'll see him for anything you might need.\" She smirked, and elbowed Zane in the chest. \"Even that one thing you're so ashamed of.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric turned his gaze to the doctor as he entered the room, gave a nod and then recognized him. He wasn't sure how to answer any of the comments about his lack of 'fun'. Eric shrugged, thinking about their points. Turnning his full attention to the doctor. \"You got the position, good.\" Eric stated nodding. He rose from his seat and drained the glass of the last of his wine. \"I will return momentarily, I need to change out of these damp clothes and...\" He scratched the hair on his face. \"Shave.\" Eric sat the glass down on the table with the wine, bowed his head and stepped out for a moment. He needed a moment and these clothes were starting to make him overheat. He gathered his cloak and adjusted his belt to fit properly."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"Of course, sir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.\" Dayveth set the tome and spectacles down on the table and picked up a glass, filling it with the wine. In the back of his mind Dayveth felt a slight alarm being given. After a decade of peasant swill, he quite liked the royal vintages, and a habit was forming. \"I'll be fine,\" He mused to himself. \n\n\"I imagine those two will be the sources for those I work upon?\" Dayveth was still getting used to being called a doctor, since he wasn't really one. He certainly hoped everything would turn out fine, it probably would."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka laughed, and nodded. \"Most likely, though, from the report Eric just brought back, you won't have to worry about any training injuries for at least a few months. We need a good thaw before the next round of training can begin.\" She mused, and watched as he filled his own drink. She lifted her feet from Zane's lap, and placed her bare toes upon the rug, leaning forward to refill her own glass. \n\n\"Stafford does pretty well at not getting himself hurt, and Zane here also does a pretty decent job of staying out of the worst of it. He's my man in the shadows, and I'd hate to see him out in the light of day amongst the other knights.\" She glanced over her shoulder at Zane, and gave the man a soft smile before patting his arm. She leaned over, murmured something in his ear, and the man nodded before disappearing for a moment. He left, taking the empty bottles with him, and Anya leaned back onto the now empty couch, pulling her feet up beside her once more. \n\n\"How was your trip to the markets?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Ill be back in a moment*"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"It was fine. Had an enjoyable time out among your subjects. That Mara is dutiful, mind you. Gave me a nasty look anytime I so much as thought about picking up anything that strayed from medical in its purpose.\" He took a rather large sip from the glass. \n\n\"As for the injuries to come, I had some questions.\" The mage in disguise thought for a moment as he chose his words. \"How I go about healing them, are you in support of traditional ways or the... Unfamiliar methods.\" As Dayveth took another sip, his brows rose in the direction of the queen from over the rim of his glass."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "It was a question she was glad the others had left the room for. \"For the sake of your reputation outside of these walls, you'd do best to keep your practices under the appearance of traditional medicine.\" She mused, letting her fingers smooth other the fabric of her gown that laid over her thigh. \n\"Magic isn't a banned art in Astoria, but it's use isn't common, and while I hope to welcome mages of all sorts within the community, I know better than to pick all my battles at once.\" \n\nThe redhead inhaled deeply though her nose, her chest expanding with the motion as she let her gaze return to him, looking over his form. \"Your secrets stay with me, Dayveth, as I trust anything you learn within this court stays within these walls. I'm not beyond putting a man in an early grave for betrayals. And I'd really hate to see you in any position but prosperous.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth played with the glass while she talked, swinging it gently in his hand, watching the liquid swill about inside. He finally moved to sit on the couch, though not terribly close to her. Dayveth spoke as she took her deep breath. \"I imagined so. If only things were different.\"\n\nAs she continued, he smirked. Dayveth suspected what was coming almost from the second she had started. It was to be expected, he figured, as it had barely been a full day since his appointment, but it still amused him. \"Of course, Your Majesty. I wish nothing but the best for your kingdom and it's protectors, not to mention their superior. I do find it amusing how the majority of our talks pass by the threat of my demise, however, as much as you would hate to see it.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Isn't it only fitting to threaten a man until you know he's going to be faithful?\" She retorted, her voice something of a purr of amusement. He knew it was coming, and she couldn't help but say it almost because it had been mentioned so many times already. \n\n\"Eventually, you'll worry when I _stop_ reminding you that we're not beyond punishments. Then you'll grow bored and start causing trouble. I can feel it in my bones, Dayveth. You're going to be a wildcard in the court.\" She laughed, and lifted her glass. She'd already had one too many, and her cheeks were warm and flushed from the wine. Stress had done nothing to keep her from wanting to drink, and with Zane's return alongside Eric's she was playing it off as a celebration and not worry."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth chuckled and laid a hand over his chest. \"You wound me, Your Highness. I'm not sure I would ever take interest in courtlife. Politics is such a... Murky business. I'm afraid I'd prefer to stay out of it.\" The Queen was not, of course, the only one drinking. He lifted his own glass before emptying the remnants and refilling it. He enjoyed the company of one so educated and different than those he had associated with on the road. Even her support of his talents was a refreshing element. \n\n\"Returning the the topic of the unfamiliar methods, Your Highness, I find myself wanting to question how much experience you have with those who share my talents.\" He sipped from his glass once more, cocking an eyebrow and slight smirk at the royalty."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric walked back to his room, and it was as he had left it. Nice and tidy, the bed was made tight and everything was organized and cleaned. Eric hadn't allowed any service staff to clean his room, not liking the idea of anyone going through his stuff while he was gone. The room was colder, as no fire was lit, a welcomed change to the environment. He went to the small mirror and took out a razor, then wetted down his facial hair and began to carefully shave. He had practice with shaving his face, he was used to doing it every single morning. Eric wasn't a fan of how it looked or felt, but he couldn't do a lot about it when out in the field or in a rush. \n\nOnce freshly shaved, Eric disrobed and hung his clothes up to dry in the cold air, he would send them to wash later. Not expecting to go outside again he changed into his nicer dark green doublet with gold trimming and light brown. Finishing the final touches with his sword belt, never being caught without it ever since landing in Feyshore. He flattened his clothes, sighed and left his room and started back to the parlor, opening the door he stepped into the parlor again, looking significantly more cleaned up and better dressed."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane was returning to the parlor, a new bottle of wine in his hands, when he was stopped by Angelica. \"Zane, where are you going with that?\" She questioned, cocking a brow.\n\n\"How do you always find me?\" Zane questioned, cocking his own brow. \"It's like you have a magic that finds me immediately.\"\n\n\"We work for Anyanka, live in the same manor, and are subjected to paperwork together. It's not that hard too find you after a while.\" Angelica told him, hand coming to rest on her hip. \"Now, why are you taking a bottle of wine. Away from your office of all places.\"\n\n\"We're enjoying drinks in the parlor,\" Zane smirked at her, \"You're more then welcome to join us.\"\n\nShe shook her head, and began to walk away. Zane began to walk too, but remembered the conversation from earlier, \"Sir Stafford offered his help in finding resources.\"\n\n\"I'll be fine, tell him it's appreciated though, now go enjoy your wine.\"\n\nHumming, he walked to the parlor. It took a few moments, but he made it too the entrance. Walking inside, he held up the new bottle of wine towards Anyanka and the Doctor, who moved to sit next to her on the couch.\n\n\"I've brought more.\" He announced, setting it on the table."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Well-\" Her answer was cut short, and she looked to the door to see Eric returning. He was freshly shaven, and looked like the youth she'd met all that time ago. His baby face was adorable, and she hoped he didn't grow out of it too soon. \n\n\"It appears that's all the time we have for that conversation, Doctor.\" She answered, returning to the title over his name for the time being. No sooner did Eric take a seat did Zane return, and she happily held her glass out to the man as he raised the bottle. \n\n\"Good, top me off, darling. We're about to be forced into terribly personal conversations for the sake of the betterment of our nation. You're all going to tell me about the best day of your lives, and _if_\" The woman paused, her hand that was holding the glass out to Zane lifting a finger to point at him and Eric in turn. \"You mention my name in it I'll make you pick a new one. I want genuine not pandering.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth couldn't help but scrunch his nose slightly as their conversation was cut short but quickly reigned it in and smiled at the men as they returned. \"Of course, Your Highness, another time. \n\nHe topped off his glass and reclined in his seat, wondering if this was what being high and mighty was truly like, sitting and drinking and joking. He wasn't sure if he liked it, he felt out of place, as if he was going to pollute it somehow. He stomached this down with another sip of wine."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "He thought a moment as Anya asked him that question and his face got a little low. \"I guess I'll go first,\" Eric said, shifting a little. He didn't slouch in his seat much. His back touched the back rest, but the posture was still straight. \"Well, for me it'd have to be...\" He paused, going through all of his memories. Only one stood out. \"When Lord Storm made me his squire.\" Eric said simply, \"I had imagined I would live and die in Taemar as something I hated doing. He gave me a chance to do something else.\" Eric stated, pouring himself a glass of wine and took a mild sip from his glass, turning his attention to Zane to hear his story. Eric wanted attention off him now, he didn't want to talk about Storm much longer."
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"message": "Zane took to sitting on the arm of the couch by Anyanka. He grimaced a bit at the question, and the stipulation which was added. \"Of course, as if getting freed from slavery wouldn't be considered one of the greatest memories of my life.\" He mumbled softly, leaning back against the couch.\n\nHe took a moment to think about it, a thoughtful look on his face. \"Well, I would say that it'd be when me and Marcus first got drinks as free men.\" He let a small smile grow on his face at that. \"We decided to get more drunk then we could handle, and we paid the price the next morning. The next morning was one of the worst of my life.\" \n\nHe turned his gaze to Anyanka, but not before drinking down half of his glass. \"So Anya, what about yourself?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She scrunched her nose, her hand finding her chest at Eric's answer. Story had put him on the path to her door, and her on the way to meeting him. She owed the man a lot, and she wished she had any idea as to how to find him. He'd disappeared, and she wished she could have at least given him a proper goodbye. In an ideal world, he would have joined her council, he was a better fit for South Feyshore, but she wasn't allowed to admit that anymore. \n\nInstead, she gave a smile, and lifted her glass to her lips, letting it linger there for a moment as Zane too his turn. At mention of Marcus' name the smile faltered, but she left it hidden behind her glass. \"Marcus could always drink us under the table, I never managed to keep up with that man.\" She murmured, and pulled Zane down into the spot of the couch beside her, suddenly craven for the intimacy of just _sitting_ close to someone. The Doctor was too far, and she couldn't see him willingly vacating his seat to show closeness towards her, despite their flirtations. Zane was an old friend, and she knew she could lean on him with no real questions.\n\n\"There's a lot to be grateful for, and I think, the best day of my life is yet to come.\" She shrugged."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Everything was prepared for her trip back to Terresol, and she had some odd hours left before she should leave, Charity figured that the only thing left to do was to say farewell to her gracious host. She went around, asking the castle staff where she could find the Grand Duchess. She was directed to the parlor, where it was also said the Grand Duchess was entertaining guests. The Terresolian Queen retraced her steps back to the parlor from when she was there the first night of her visit. She remembered the night fondly. It didn't take her long to find it, and slinked quietly through the entrance, hoping not to disturb anything."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth day quietly, listening. If he didn't feel out of place before, he certainly did now as they shared tales of old friends, ones he of course didn't know. He saw as the queen pulled Zane (if he had his names right) to her. She seemed to be slightly put off at the mention of this Marcus. \n\nDayveth decided to stay quiet until the attention was forced upon him, noticing the newest occupant but only nodding if her gaze turned his way. He soon focused back in on the discussion."
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"message": "He looked over at the door to see the Terresolian Queen slip into the parlor, Eric didn't say anything, just noticed and then looked down to his glass of wine and took another drink from his glass. Eric didn't drink very often, so he took it slow especially when he started to feel the alcohol, it was creeping on him. Taking the time the attention was off him to listen to the others and guage who they were. All of them were strangers, even the queen he'd handed a kingdom to off of a trust more in Randall's judgement and haste to get rid of the pressure of his position. So far, thankfully, it was a good choice. Eric had received letters from Zane and the name was familiar, so, it was nice to put a name to the face."
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"message": "Zane nodded softly to the Terresolian Queen, raising his glass in greeting. \"Madame.\" He mumbled, as he then raised the glass to his lips and finished off the glass.\n\nHe took a look around the room, smiling as he saw everyone in there. \"Well this is quite the group, isn't it? We have two Queens, a spymaster, a doctor, and an Eric. Not quite sure where he fits in all this, but we'll figure it out.\" He sent a small smirk towards Eric at that last comment.\n\nReaching to the table, he grabbed the bottle and refilled his glass. It wasn't until he leant back into the couch did he take notice to something, Anyanka was beginning to fall asleep. He felt her lean on him, her face relaxing from stress she probably didn't know she was holding onto. He smiled softly at that, and wrapped an arm around her, raising his eyes towards the people surrounding him. \"Well now that she's tiring out, how about we move onto some lighter topics. How are you all finding your stays here?\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Despite her attempts at a quiet entry, several of the persons within turned their attention to the Queen momentarily, but none seemed to mind her intrusion. \"My stay here has been wonderful, sadly today is the last day\" Charity spoke up, the first to answer. She thought it was a good chance to interject herself into the conversation at hand."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth smiled cheerfully and looked at the growing group. \"That's good to hear, Your Majesty. I'm of the same way, except I'm staying, of course.\" Dayveth wasn't quite sure what to say. He felt a stranger to the group, but he would slowly attempt to change that."
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"message": "Eric looked up at Zane with a half smile, \"Only made one of them a queen. Just keeps me around as a thank you, I suppose.\" Eric responded to Zane. Turning his gaze to Charity \"It was nice having you here, your grace.\" She had been there when Anya finally knighted Eric, two monarchs were there when he was officially a knight, if he could go back and tell younger Eric about himself currently, he would never believe himself."
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"message": "His smile dropped a bit at hearing Charity was leaving soon. \"I'm sorry to hear the, Madame. I wish I was here earlier to make your acquaintance.\"\n\nTurning to face the Doctor, he raised his glass. \"Here's to hoping that your time here is kind to you, Doctor.\"\n\nEric's joking helped liven the mood up a bit, and Zane felt his smile return at that. \"I'm sure she keeps you around for more then that. Like letting me take you to the tavern for a few rounds of drinks.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka hadn't drifted to sleep, but she had let Zane place his arm around her waist and pull her close. In truth, she just didn't want to be the center of conversation, and didn't mind passing the reigns on to the boys. The wine had made her dreamy, and she couldn't keep her eyes off the newcomer. \n\nShe'd known Zane and Angelica for years. If asked, she could sketch every plane of their features, mention ever mannerism that made them distinctly _them_. Eric she was learning, but the Doctor was new territory, and she wanted nothing more than to observe him as he slipped into the habits of life within her court. She lifted her glass to her lips lazily. Dayveth looked to be floundering for conversation, and she turned, pressing her lips to Zane's shoulder in a silent command to release her. \n\nMoving to her feet, she finished her glass, set it down onto the table with a motion that had her fingers moving from the glass to the neck of a bottle. Her other hand extended to the doctor, and she gave him a warm smile. \n\n\"If no one minds, I'd like to steal away our newest court member for a little while.\" She said, knowing damn well there wouldn't be a word of protest from the rest of them. \"Would you come with me, Doctor Coren?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth was studying the Astorians as they chatted, making sure he would be able to act similarly in due time when he noticed the Queen rising. He paid it no attention and drank again until she beckoned to him. \n\nDayveth hastily stood up and placed his glass down. \"Of course, Your Majesty. I assume we will be going to talk about my work?\" He asked as they left, smiling at her while he politely took her offered hand."
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"message": "\"Something like that.\" Anya agreed, and lead him from the room. When they entered the hall, she released his hand, and let her eyes stay on her bare feet as they kicked out from the skirt she wore while they walked. She lead him towards the end of the hall, and pushed open the heavy door to a private balcony. It overlooked the gates of the castle, and the view wasn't anything impressive after the sun had set. \n\nThere was, however, enough room on the small balcony for three, four if they were standing uncomfortably. Because of this, it was rarely used except by her and Angelica when they wanted a place where they knew no one else would bother them because they _couldn't_ be bothered. \n\n\"You looked like you needed a breath of fresh air. Overwhelmed already by court life?\" She asked, setting the bottle on the thick balcony railing."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth followed her willingly, slightly glad to be out. As kind as they were, he was being thrust into a group of friends made close over the years. Dayveth cocked his head and eyebrow at the queen as she replied to his assumption. He didn't say anything, however, and just walked out onto the balcony with her. \n\nDayverh chuckled as she queen questioned him. \"I'm not sure that's the word I would use. I'm more... Out of place than anything else.\" He found he was close to her on the small balcony. He was glad. \"I feel as if I'm too filthy for this place, like I would leave a stain if I sat in the wrong chair.\" The doctor smirked in the cold night."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman smirked, and let her head dip a bit to hide the smile. \"Trust me, you're not among purebloods here.\" She told him, and let her fingers curl around the railing for a moment, bracing herself as she shifted her weight to one side. \"You've got a Queen who is a shitblood whoress turned royal. A chancellor who was raised in the brothels. A head knight who was born a blacksmith's son, and a spymaster who spent the first decade of his life a slave. None of us come from this life.\" She let her gaze move over him, and she straightened, reaching for the bottle. \n\nZane was a saint, and had already loosened it's cork. She went to remove it the rest of the way, and the effort it took slipped the cork from her hands. It released with a distinct _pop_ before flying over the edge of the balcony. Anyanka paused, then laughed, raising the bottle to her lips. \"I suppose we have to finish this now.\" She mused, taking a long drag before passing it to him. \n\n\"The point is, you're not going to make the wrong step here. The path is being blazed as we speak, the standards and traditions of other courts in Marin don't apply here. We'll tell you when you step a little too far off the trail we're trying to make, but you're in no danger of being sent away. Despite my empty threats.\" She teased."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth listened to her little run through of her court. \"That is reassuring, but that doesn't change my task of worming my way into a group of tight-knit friends. Though their opinions of me aren't as much of a priority of someone else's.\"\n\nDayveth's eyes flicked to the cork as it flew over the balcony edge. He resisted the urge to reach out and snatch it from the air as it sailed down below. He turned his attention to the balcony's only other occupant, smirking as he replied. \"I suppose so,\" Dayveth said softly into the cold night before taking the bottle from her, using it as an opportunity to step closer."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Well, luckily for you, you're in the favor of the ringleader of the group. And to be fair, those friendships were forged through war and hard-times. You're going to have the privilege of taking your time with me.\" Anya paused. \"Us. I meant us.\" She amended herself, glancing down as he took a step closer to her to take the bottle. \n\nHe lifted it, taking a drink, and she cast her attention back out over the edge of the balcony. \"You'll do wonderfully here, Dayveth. Just give yourself time.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth set the bottle down on the edge of the balcony between himself and the queen, leaning one arm against it as he too looked out. No wonder most royalty seemed to think they were above others, the view was better from above. \n\n\"It's a pleasure to hear that, and forgive me as I know I've said this frequently, but I'm not used to be staying in one place. My longest stay of the past decade was in Iron Gate, and that only lasted a few months.\" He paused and shifted his feet. \"My point is that it will take time, definitely.\""
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"message": "Zane took some time to speak to Charity and Eric after Anyanka and Coren left, before he felt his fatigue hit him again. Yawning softly, he turned towards the door of the parlor and made up his mind. \"Well I believe it's time I left, it's been a long few days, and I've gotten very little sleep. I'm sorry I wasn't able to make your acquaintance much, your Majesty. Eric, I hope to see you soon.\"\n\nExcusing himself, he left the parlor, a larger yawn escaping him as he walked out. He spent a few minutes walking, and decided that he was just going to sleep in Anyanka's room, as it was closer to the parlor then his own. He entered the room, and caught sight of his bags on the floor and a smile graced his face. He forgot it in here when he woke up. Well, there were clothes in there that he could use tomorrow, and that's all that mattered to Zane.\n\nHe removed his boots and his shirt, stretching out his back and shoulders as he did, the relief he felt was second to none. He laid back in the bed, pulled the blankets over himself, and let himself sink into the bed."
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"message": "She gave a soft hum of acknowledgement. Silence fell over the pair, and she reached for the bottle between them. Her fingers wrapped around its neck and she took another long drink. \n\nThe wine was sweet, and she drank it easily before setting it down and turning towards him fully. Her hands caught his shoulders and she pressed her lips firmly to his, pressing against him with the taste of wine still on her lips."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth was only slightly caught off guard by the Queen's actions. He certainly kissed her back, enjoying the warmth of her lips as it replaced the cold. \n\nThe mage laid his hands upon her waist and pulled her into him, careful not to unbalance her. Dayveth was determined in that he would not be the first to pull away from the other."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka grinned when his hands moved to her hips, and she stepped into him. He didn't back away from her kiss and she was admittedly affected by the wines, but it seemed so was he. \n\nWhen finally she broke the kiss, a bit flustered she laughed, and pushed her hands through her hair. \"My apologies, Doctor. The wines have made me..\" She paused, and shook her head, pressing another kiss to his lips, stepping forward fully to wrap her fingers into the fabric of his shirt."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth gently put the queen's back to the balcony's edge, one of his hands sliding to hold her lower back. He knew they were both feeling the effects of the alcohol, but he didn't care. Dayveth also believed the alcohol wasn't to blame. \n\nHe smirked as she pulled away. \"Your apologies aren-.\" Dayveth was cut off as the queen stepped back into him. One arm moved so that his hand could gently hold the back of her head as they enjoyed their time together."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Upon seeing Zane leave, the doctor leave, the Queen leave and finding himself in a room alone with Queen Charity, he found it uncomfortable. He rose and excused himself before leaving the parlor. It was getting late, but Eric wasn't tired. His normally rigid schedule had been disturbed by his journey to Knight's Landing and back, and the wine was bothering him a little. He wasn't quite drunk, but he felt a small effect. So, the young knight wandered the halls, venturing to parts he'd never been, passing courtiers he had never met who looked at him with a mild interest. He never got used to the way people who knew who he was looked at him, as if he were something special. All he was, was someone who wanted to do the right thing. Was that such a strange thing to people? All he did was what he was supposed to do, he never intended to be the Head Knight, he never intended to lead Astoria's armies, he never even considered running a Knight Academy. The pressure clamped on him, it wasn't as bad as when he was Protector of South Feyshore during the interim period, but it was still there. \n\nEric walked aimlessly, finally finding himself in Zahrada's main hall. He just stopped, found a corner and leaned on the wall quietly taking in the silence of the hall. Guards were still posted, silently waiting. Not paying him any mind, most of them knew him. He sparred with them often in the courtyard and intended to again early in the morning. His mind dwelled on the earlier conversation about him being young, about enjoying the pleasures of the city. It reminded him of a joke, or atleast he assumed it was a joke, Storm had made about sending Eric to a brothel before knighting him, wanting his knights to be tested in \"All forms of combat.\" As he put it. Eric had avoided that at all costs, the very thought uncomfortable for him."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "When she finally returned to the main hall, the parlor had been emptied, and she gave a small nod to herself before heading back towards her own bedchambers. The woman pushed open the door, and closed it behind her with a gentle push. The candles in the room were already extinguished, and the only light was from the thick curtains that did their best to keep out the moonlight. The woman stripped off her gown, and paused as she crossed the room, finding a shirt underfoot. She hadn't left it there, and the sigils on her arms flared a bit in concern. The light was enough to see the figure in her bed, and she let out a breath as she recognized it. \n\n\"Harmattan you scared me.\" She huffed, and finished undressing before moving to crawl into bed with the man."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane mumbled softly, Anyanka having woken him from his sleep. \"Your room was closer than mine.\"\n\nHe reached for Anyanka and pulled her close, resting his head in her hair. Zane took a small breath in, reminiscing in the familiar smell of not only Anyanka, but of Zahrada as a whole. The scent of alchol on both of them was also something familiar, although he knew that it wouldn't be the same, not without Marcus there to even out their group.\n\n\"You know, I'm probably going to get back to work tomorrow.\" He mumbled out, \"Although, I'm probably going to just take Eric down to the Tavern, and try to get some people out to find things out on our mystery woman. Nothing more.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"You always say that.\" She reminded him, but her voice didn't hold any anger as he pulled her close. She didn't mind that either, she'd missed him even if she'd never tell him that outright. He felt like home, and having another person who was firmly on her side and had been there since the beginning of all this chaos was nice. \n\n\"Charity will be gone, Dayveth will start his training, Eric will begin preparations on Knights Landing.\" She mumbled in turn, twisting a bit in his arms to put her face against his chest, fully utilizing the warmth that radiated from him. \"We're all getting back to work, one night of pleasure wasn't a sin, Zane.\" As she spoke, she stifled a yawn, and nodded. \n\n\"Right, come tomorrow I'll write to Maith, Black, and Carter; see if any of them know anything either. We'll figure it out.\" Anya assured him. \"But I wouldn't be upset if you showed Eric a good time, and in turn decided to have one for yourself as well.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane let a small hum escape him at that. \"I'll try not to have too good of a time. I'll save that for when I return from the Tavern.\"\n\nA smile grew on Zane's face, and he turned to rest on his back. He pulled Anyanka close, and couldn't help a small laugh escape him. \"You know, the good news of all this going on is that Angelica won't be breathing down our necks. We could pawn some work onto her one day, and just have fun. Maybe take some time to sin for fun, you know?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman let him pull her upwards and found a new place in the crook of his arm, her hand laying flat on his chest beneath her cheek. \"You say that as if I haven't sinned enough for a lifetime.\" She mumbled, and couldn't help the yawn that followed. \n\n\"I can feel the world stacking against me with every day. Eventually this bubble will burst and we'll find ourselves in another war.\" She sighed, and her hand turned to pinch her brow. \"Angelica is right to breath down our throats. We start slacking, we get careless, my army of the dead grows and grows. I'm not looking to see more bloodshed this year.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"You know, that's not exactly true. We live in a world of bloodshed, and it doesn't mean that it's due to slacking or getting careless. People go to violence for everything, and it's always dragging more in.\" Zane mumbled, opening his eyes and turning to her. \"There isn't anything we can do about it.\" \n\nHe pulled her closer, and a small, mirthless smile graced his face. \"There isn't much we can do for this. But I remember someone was always preaching to me that working yourself ragged isn't worth it.\" Zane gave her a small squeeze, \"So I think someone should take their own advice, and sometimes let things happen while they remove themselves. You have me and Angelica to watch things that happen while you need to take a break. Preferably just bother Angelica though.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The morning hadn't quite arrived yet when Anya pulled herself from Zane's grip and slipped from bed. A dark silk robe hung from the hook-stand beside her bed, and she pulled on the deep purple piece when her feet hit the ground. Her fingers looped the tie around themselves,working to fasten it at her waist so she could leave the room in some decency. She didn't bother with shoes, as she was only going down the hall. The bedroom door thankfully didn't creak when she slipped past it, and she closed it behind her without letting too much light fill the room to disturb the sleeping man. For as much as he claimed she needed a break, he'd been the one in South Feyshore for months. \n\nHis, Eric's, and Angelica's work was what was moving the investigation forward, and keeping the nations growing. She felt like she'd been sitting on her hands since Mikhail left. \n\nHer study was warm, despite the empty fireplace, and her fingers ran along the walls as she moved around the perimeter of the room. The sheer curtains were the only ones drawn, as she'd forgotten to pull the thicker ones last night, and it let in the twilight. Taking a seat at her desk, she pulled a match from the drawer, and lit the lamp on her desk before working on her outreach. \n\n_P.K. Bradai Maith,_\n\nShe started, but her hand hovered over the parchment for a long time. Normally, her letters to him were casual, she'd considered him a friend for so many years, and now, she wasn't even sure how to start this. Instead, she set the piece aside and picked up another. Charity was still here, she could ask her in the morning, a letter wasn't necessary. She penned letters to the Ice Lord, King Black, and even Nathaniel before she managed Bradai's, and even so it felt rigid and she tossed the parchment to rewrite it with the simple request."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "It was around sunrise when Zane rose from his sleep. He stretched out, gaze taking in the light beginning to cascade in the room. Rising from the bed, he threw on a random shirt from his small pack. His body was still sore, but he put up with it, remembering his conversation last night with Anyanka. There was work that needed to be done, and Zane knew that no matter how much he wanted to recover from his time torturing Amalthea, he couldn't.\n\nLeaving the room, he began to make his way towards Anyanka's study. It was one of the few rooms he could think of her in this early in the morning. It took him a moment, but he found her on his first try, musing over her desk, some scraps of parchment crumbled around her.\n\n\"What do you need me to do?\" He asked, making his way to her. He took a seat on her desk, facing her as he did so. \"Other then getting the news out to my people, that is.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Zane found her in her study, and she didn't even have to look up to know who it would be. He moved to perch himself on her desk, and his question made her press her lips together. The flame beneath the small melting spoon made the wax pool, and she poured it carefully over the seam of the letter she'd just finished before waiting a heartbeat to lay the stamp upon it. \n\nWith a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, letting her hands find her neck and stretching bit as she inhaled deeply. \"There's a few options, but I've been thinking.\" She started, her eyes on the wooden handle of the seal that still say in a pool of purple wax on the parchment. Her eyes stayed on it as she ran her tongue over her lips briefly before continuing. \"I've had you playing torturer because frankly I worried about what information Amalthea would let slip, and who would hear it. But that's not your job, it's not your title, and frankly, I've come to terms with the understanding that it's an insult to keep you in the South doing mundane work.\" Her silver eyes flickered up to him. \n\n\"How do you feel about heading North?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane rolled his eyes at her worries over what he had been working on lately. \"Well, know that no matter how much I may complain over it, I truly don't care that I've been down there. In fact, I'm actually kind of glad you gave me the work of torturing Amalthea. I consider it a bit of payback.\" \n\nHe stood up, and made his way around her, pondering over her question. He came behind her, and began to massage her shoulders and neck, contemplating a little more. \"I suppose it depends on where you mean when you say that. And what it is that I'll be there for.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "He moved around her, as it seemed she was completely incapable of having a conversation with someone without contact, and she leaned forward a bit to allow him to continue. She set her pen down, and propped her cheek in her palm, her stare distant since he was no longer in front of her to focus on. \n\n\"I need to know how Vivayn pulled it off. There was absolutely no reason that man should have been able to one, get into Astoria completely undetected, and two, resurrect Mikhail. I don't exactly _want_ to send you to Wingsway, but I _need_ whatever spellbook he used, and whatever mage he managed to force into doing it. If it gives Mika a chance to ..\" There wasn't a kind way to say 'not be a zombie'. \"Be fully restored, it gives him a better chance at a future. Among the many things on my mind is the fact that our heir currently resides in the isles and is half-human at this point. I didn't want him back like this, and Vivayn has some answers that I don't.\" \n\nHer hand moved to his on her shoulder, and she shrugged lightly. \"So I'm considering sending in my spymaster.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane hummed at that, as he thought about it. There were a few ways he figured he could try to get answers, but all of them were risky. \"Okay.\" He mumbled out, thoughts taken with trying to figure out all the things he'd need.\n\n\"I don't know how many of my people would be comfortable with going there, not after what happened, but I can get a few to come with and start to establish a network that far up.\" He couldn't help it, but a small, hard glare grew on his face. \"Hopefully, I can find someone there. I have a debt to pay, I just don't know who too yet.\"\n\nTaking a deep breath, Zane glanced down to Anyanka and tried to let his face settle into something less angry. \"I'll need some time to actually recall the agents that I'll be bringing along though, so you'll be stuck with me here. If there's anything that you want me to do while I'm here, let me know.\" He leant down and gave her a kiss on the head. \"Although, there are some letter I need to draft myself so that I can get my agents back, so I must bow out for now.\" He mumbled against the crown of her head, flipping his hand to give hers a squeeze as he turned to excuse himself."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "It seemed to the Queen that something troubled her host, and that made it difficult for her to say a proper goodbye. As a result she delayed her departure until she could do so. It would be rude to make an Araedian exit.\n\nWith dissolution of the parlor gathering Charity just went to the guest room to sleep. She awoke early the next morning, and went to see Anya. She softly knocked on the study door, she didn't want to interrupt anything the Duchess was working on. It was called a study for a reason."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "A flicker in the corner of her eye appeared when Zane mentioned a debt to repay. She caught the vision, but her eyes quickly closed, letting him speak. Marcus lingered, and it seemed every time he was mentioned he was called, at least when mentioned by one of the three of them. No one else seemed to speak his name, and it made her weary to even say it herself out of fear of the spectre appearing. He kissed her crown, and she nodded, removing her hand from over his as he went to leave. \n\nIt felt like a changing of the guard, to have Zane leave and an immediate knock on the door follow. She moved to stand, going to pull the door open for herself. Charity stood in the doorway, and she blinked, trying to pull herself from the uncomfortable conversation she'd just had in order to greet her. \n\n\"I worried you might have already left without me being able to saw goodbye.\" She told her, and took a step back, allowing her into the study if she wanted to enter."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "\"I wouldn't dream of leaving without saying goodbye.\" She explained, stepping into the study. \"You've been such a gracious host, and I've enjoyed our time together immensely. I came seeking an ally, and I'd like to think I leave with-\" She paused in the middle of her farewell. Charity noticed now, along with her observations the night before, that something seemed to trouble the Grand Duchess. \"Is everything alright?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya gave a soft smile. \"No, Char. Things aren't alright.\" She confirmed, and inhaled deeply through her nose. \"I consider us to have formed an alliance, don't fret over that. I would love nothing more than to continue to work in and enjoy each others company. There is something that's come up though, that I was hoping to ask you about before you left.\" She moved to her desk, and wrapped her fingers around the edge of it, leaning against it as Zane had before. \n\n\"The name Juliana De Barbaric has come up from a prisoner when questioned about the events last spring in regards to the Prince's homecoming. It means nothing to me, do you know it?\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity had to think for a moment. She wasnt able to immediately recall where she's heard the name before. Then it hit her \"I know the name, though I've never met nor seen the woman personally, and I know very little about her. But I know the name all the same. She's the Queen Mother of Araedia.\" This was troubling news, to hear that a kingdom was behind the death of another's heir."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya's brow furrowed at the answer. It wasn't at all what she was expecting. She hadn't even _considered_ it to be a matriarch, and had been looking in all the wrong places. Suddenly she wanted to keep the topic quiet, and her gaze shifted a bit. \"I was not aware there was a reason for Araedia to have quarrel with me or mine.\" She murmured, and straightened a bit. \n\n\"Thank you.\" She added, then pushed her hand through her hair. \"When are you set to leave Charity, after this?\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity could only speculate the reason for conflict between Araedia and the Duchess. She was at least aware of the rulers around her, but the only one she ever established a connection with was in the room with her.\n\nShe was brought back to reality by the question proposed to her. \"Yes, I was due to leave yesterday, but I couldn't not say goodbye after this visit.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya's expression lightened, and she nodded. \"I'm glad you took the time to visit, I've really enjoyed having you here, despite all that's come about in the last few days.\" She smiled, trying to push Araedia from her mind because she was still feeling the heat on her cheeks for not even _considering_ it would have been another ruler. Someone from Amoroth she could understand, but her knowledge of Marin and it's families wasn't exactly something she'd been raised on, and her education had been halted by emergency after emergency. \n\n\"The beginning wasn't half bad though, was it?\" She joked, and gave a small laugh."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "\"None of it was bad, but winning on the first day was certainly a highlight.\" She said teasing Anya about the drinking contest. \"So were the gardens, your son's statue, and the *Evening activities*\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya laughed genuinely at the emphasis, and she dipped her head to hide the brightness of her smile. \"I'm overjoyed to know you found joy in Astoria. It just means you'll keep I touch, correct?\" She teased holding her hand out to the woman."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Charity grabbed onto the hand extended towards her \"Of course I will,\" She looked down at their hands and joked \"But this touch might only last until i get in the carriage. Better make it count.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman's brow rose a bit at the comment, searching the Queen's expression for some indication that she _hadn't_ meant what she'd just implied. Seeing no proof otherwise, Anya pulled their hands towards herself, pulling Charity forward with the motion. Her free hand caught her chin, and tilted it upwards enough to press a sweet kiss to the woman's lips. \"I'll miss having someone reading on my sofa all the time.\" She told her truthfully, letting her own painted lips graze hers as she spoke. She kissed the woman's cheek as well, and squeezed her hand. \"How long will that last you?\""
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "\"Long enough\" She smiled, \"Thank you again for your hospitality.\" She left the room keeping a hold of Anya's hands for a long as possible. Which if she followed was all the way out to the carriages which had already been packed and loaded. It was time to go home."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane was in his study, writing up the letters needed to bring back some of his agents, when he received a summon from Anyanka. It confused him a bit, but he knew he had to show up in a timely manner since she had gone out of her way to summon him. Standing from his desk, he quickly exited his study and began the quick walk to her own personal study.\n\n\"You called for me?\" He asked, entering the room after giving a small knock on the door."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Zane entered, and as answer to his question, she simply held out the letters from Maith and Vivayn."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane browsed both letters, and he didn't really know what to say about them. \"Well, fuck.\" Was all he could really think, and he knew that summarized them perfectly.\n\n\"So we have a Queen who wants your son dead for some reason, and you're wanted back in the Witherlands. Alone.\" He confirmed, looking up to her. \"I don't have to tell you how bad of an idea that second one is, right? I don't think you've forgotten the last time, have you?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She just pressed her lips into a tight line. \"I'm aware of how bad it went last time. But if you recall our conversation from yesterday morning, I want the information on how he brought Mikhail back.\" She held her hand out taking both letters. \n\n\"He said I'd be greater with open arms and any information I requested would be given. It keeps _you_ and your agents out of the witherlands and out of the danger of being captured and slaughtered.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"Correct. But, he tried to keep you prisoner there last time. Who's to say that he won't try again after he gives you the information?\" Zane asked her, moving so he could lean on her desk, his arms crossed in front of his chest. \"Send someone there to act as an envoy, something other then sending our ruler there.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her brow raised. \"Would you like me to write him back and make him pinky swear not to hold me prisoner?\" She retorted, and rolled her eyes _\"Of course_ he'd got some plans.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, before he decided to reply. \"Yes, do that why don't you.\" Taking a breath to calm himself, he stood up. \"You can't honestly be contemplating going along with this can you? He's going to try something, that's a given, but you seriously can't be thinking of going alone. He's probably going to try and force you into a marriage again, so he can take your lands and bring your people under his control. Tell me you can't think of what would occur if that would happen.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She pushed her hand through her hair, letting him say his piece. She wasn't decided one way or the other on the topic, so she _supposed_ his opinion was warranted. However, if didn't mean he had to be a dick about it.\n\n\"So what if he wants a marriage? He can't _take_ Astoria and South Feyshore. He doesn't _want_ them he wants the Witherlands. My people are not Nathaniels, and they never will be Nathaniels.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"What about Mikhail then? Sure, he may be able to truly revive him fully, but what then? What will happen to the royalty of Astoria then? Our Queen will be married away from her kingdom, and her son will either be forced to stay there with her, or be forced to rule a kingdom as a child.\" He sighed at that, and shook his head. \"Are either of those things what you'd want for your child, or for your people?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her hand hit her desk \"Have you _seen_ Mikhail, Zane? Do you remember the last time he was here before he went to the Isles? Do you remember him smiling _once_ in Astoria? He wasn't brought back fully, he's a walking corpse, something is wrong, and I'm not the only one who is seeing it. Vivayn did a half-ass job in regards to him, and I'm _not_ going to let him take Astoria at his age, and I _will not_ be forced away from my people.\" Her brow knitted together. \n\n\"I don't know why you have faith in me to rule a nation when you don't have faith in me to even care for myself. I'm not going to do anything stupid, believe it or not. I'm making you aware of the situation as it stands. I have made no move to _accept_ Vivayn's invitation, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped speaking to me as if I've willingly signed _your_ life away.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "At her outburst, Zane barely batted an eye. \"Anyanka, you value you me and Angelica to work under and advise you, and believe it or not, that's what I'm doing. If you think I'm doing it as a personal attack on you, then you're wrong. If you think I'm making this to sound as if you've signed my life away, you're wrong. Not once have I said that you're going to do anything stupid, I've just been telling you of what could happen.\"\n\n\"The only time I ever accused you of doing something stupid was the last time you were in the Witherlands, and look how that turned out.\" Zane's voice quieted a bit as he said this. \"We lost one of the people who was closest to you, Angelica, and I. If you do accept this invitation, I want all these things to be known. There is so much that could go wrong, that I want you to be prepared for when you decide.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman averted her gaze when he softened his voice. She knew Marcus would be brought up. She'd had a plan to escape, things had just gone wrong at the last second and he'd gotten caught in the crossfire. It was her fault he was gone, no one elses. \"And when I asked if you would consider going you told me you wanted revenge. You're not a good fit for the North either, I don't want you throwing yourself into finding the man who took out Marcus and getting yourself caught in the process. I know you're not that stupid but revenge and guilt and love make us do _stupid_ things, Zane.\" She sighed, letting her shoulders drop as her fingertips grazed the sigils on her arms.\n\n\"Maith gave you who the name belongs to. Maybe set out working on a connection between us as Araedia for now. I'll update you when a decision is made on the Witherlands.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane's eyes lowered at hearing her mention his claim for revenge. She was right of course, but there was a difference from a Queen walking into the obvious trap, and a single spymaster. Zane was a little more expendable then Anyanka, and he knew it. He didn't comment on the way she grazed the sigils on her arms, but he knew from the emotion in her voice that she was thinking of her attempts to return Mika.\n\n\"Fine, I'll try to get some people out there. If you get the chance, send Maith my thanks. It'll be a lot easier to find out about her with a name.\"\n\nStanding up, he gripped her shoulder softly, and gave it a squeeze. \"Anya, I'm sorry if my words were harsh, but they had to be said.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She tensed when his hand squeezed her shoulder but relaxed again almost immediately. She moved her hands through her hair, catching her rings in the locks in a few places and having to tug a bit in frustration to get them loose. \"It's becoming more and more obvious how underqualified I am, Harmattan. A savior doesn't necessarily equate to a ruler. There are a thousand things I still don't understand about politics in Marin, and I never learned because I never _dreamed_ to find myself in this position.\" She sighed once more, heavily and moved to stand. \n\n\"You have one week to find the connection between Araedia and my son. Otherwise I'll consider Vivayn's proposal.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane nodded to her, a small grimace on his face. He had to get his men out there, but it'd take a lot to get right. He'd probably be sleeping as much as he did during his torture of Amalthea. Otherwise known as, the next week was going to suck.\n\n\"Consider it done.\" Was all he said, opening the door and heading for his study to start writing the new batch of letters."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth had spent the day studying from several old books, attempting to translate some old Feyshorian. After several hours of using an old trick he learned from home, he was exhausted and needed to stretch his legs. \n\nDayveth scooted his chair out and stood up, stretching and rolling his neck, creating several loud pops. After checking his self, he set out to roam the halls. It wasn't long until he bumped into the queen of Astoria. \n\n\"Good day, Your Majesty. It's been a few days since I've seen you last.\" Dayveth bowed and held it for a moment before releasing it."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Zane left, and she took it as the opportunity to leave her study for the time being. She wasn't enjoying the flicker of _Marcus_ that sat in the corner and kept making her sigils burn. It was her fault for saying his name, but she'd been frustrated, and once more her staff was suffering from it. Moving down the hall, she intended to head out to the gardens. Maybe some crisp cold air would help clear her mind, but Dayveth stopped her on her way. \n\nThe bow was surprisingly cute, and she gave a small smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. \"Doctor, a pleasure as always. I take it your disappearance is to do with the books your requested from my libraries and not how we last saw each other?\" She asked, remembering all too well the night in the reading room they'd shared."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth smirked as he stood in front of his superior. \"You're correct, Your Grace. I've been working on those old texts. You have my assurance I wouldn't avoid another night like that.\" Dayveth stated, giving her a slightly challenging look. \n\n\"The work isn't easy, however. Even using all of the resources at my desposal, progress has been slow.\""
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"message": "\"Good, I should hope you wouldn't.\" She said simply, and reached to loop her arm through his. \"Walk with me, tell me of what you've managed so far. Progress is progress in my mind.\" Anya murmured, and started to lead him towards the stairs that would lead them out to the main hall and then to the gardens. The castle was maintaining it's warmth well, with fires roaring in almost every room, and frankly, it was getting just a little too stiffling for her at the moment. \n\n\"No one is really versed in Old Feyshorian anymore, those who are tended to retreat to North Shore, and even those only have rudimentary skills in it. I can't imagine it's an easy process.\""
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"message": "He walked with her, taking care to not trip them up as they traversed the stairs. \"You're correct, it's not. I haven't found many useful texts between the two that are related, and even my talents haven't aided as much as I thought.\" \n\nDayveth thought about the spectacles he purchased at the market. They weren't a bad pair, but they were useless without the spell that helped translate languages. It was a complex spell even he didn't fully comprehend."
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"message": "The redhead nodded as he spoke, and when they came upon the door that lead out to the veranda she unhooked their arms to be able to push it open freely. It swung with some effort, the winds pushing back against her. \n\nOutside, she inhaled deeply, and moved towards the bench she'd occupied that first night if his arrival with Angelica. The winds picked st her skirts, wrapping them around her ankles as she walked. \"Well don't give up on it. You've got all the time you need, and I can help however you require as well.\" She glanced back at him. \"Even if it only is for a break from your volumes.\""
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"message": "He followed her and waited for her to sit before doing so as well. \"Don't worry, I don't plan on giving up or stopping. Just thought I'd find a nice view.\" The mage raised a teasing eyebrow towards her as he said this, award the line was ages old. \n\nDayveth looked at the fire pit and questioned igniting it. He wouldn't unless his liege looked cold or asked for it, but he would take the chance to show off, of course. She had allowed him to be open about it, he would repay her."
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"message": "Anya gave a small laugh, and watched as he eye'd the fire pit. There was still wood within it, and she was certain there was a flint in the small metal box that sat beside it that they used to store more wood for when it was used heavily. \"Feel free to light it, Doctor. We can both use a break from work at the moment.\" She offered. \n\n\"Have you come across anything of interest in your studies so far?\""
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"message": "Dayveth smirked as she commented about the fire. He leaned over with his palm open before flicking all 4 fingers against his thumb. The wood suddenly lit and crackled, warmth spreading to the pair. \n\n\"Nothing much in the tomes at least, the only thing I've been able to translate is something about sheep, or so I believe.\" He smiled pleasantly as he talked. It had been so long since he'd done any kind of actual research."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Information on long dead shepherding habits wasn't useful. Watching him lean over the pit, and flicker the fire to life with his fingertips. _That_ was interesting. She watched for a moment as the wood cracked, and a hearty fire settled in the middle of the logs to catch and burn furiously. Her smile spread, and she let her eyes flicker up to him. \n\n\"And where did you lean those tricks? Surely not your tomes.\""
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"author": "obsoza",
"message": "Drake and Ivor rose up on the horizon, the sun beating down on their backs from the south. Below them, farmers were seeing to their cattle, chickens, and pigs. With winter here, they couldn't do much. They could only hope they raised enough for the season. The father and son duo shot down the snow covered path that lead to Astoria: the seat of South Feyshore. \n\nWithin the hour they had reached the city limits. Here they hitched their horses at the stables, tipping the stablehand, and headed into the city.\n\n\"What makes you so sure we'll be able to get this lodge of ours setup here? They probably have better ways to work the land than to spare any for your dream.\" Ivor said. He took in the sights of the city. Things had changed substantially since he had last been here.\n\n\"I'm not, but you must understand everything is left up to chance son. Thats the greatest aspect of life. Besides, I've thought up a couple ways to persuade the Duchess or her advisers, whoever it maybe, to at least let us try.\" Drake responded. He took a corner and followed a side path. The main streets were to crowded for his likes.\n\n\"I see. Maybe tone down on the old man wisdom though, huh?\" His lips cracked with a teasing grin.\n\nDrake simply smiled and continued to lead them towards the palace. \n\nUpon reaching thethe main keep they stood and waited to be allowed clearance."
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"message": "Anglica was the first one to the throne room, and was met by the guards who had ushered the visitors inside.\n\n\"Who are they?\" She questioned, working to secure the pin in her hair. She'd been napping, trying to stave off what felt like an impending illness before it overtook her. The lithe blonde never fared well in the winter months. \n\n\"They seem to be here about South Feyshore, shall we even let them further, chancellor?\" A younger guard asked, and Angelica raised a brow. \n\n\"They '_seem to be'_?\" She repeated, and at the man's blush she sighed. \"I want guards stationed at every corner of the ballroom, ones more compitent than yourself. I'll fetch the Queen.\" She told him, and the nod she was given sent her towards the gardens to find Anyanka. The redhead was sitting with Dayveth, something she might have commented on under other circumstances. \n\n\"Your majesty, visitors are requesting an audience.\" Angelica explained, standing in the doorway that kept the warmth of the castle from slipping out onto the veranda. \n\nAnya raised a brow. \"Visitors is a vague term.\" She noted, and Angelica gave an exasperated look. \n\n\"The throne room has already been secured. I can send them away if you'd prefer.\" She offered, considering it was the best she had at the moment. Anya waved a hand and pushed herself up, heading inside to follow the blonde woman to the throne room to greet their 'visitors'."
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"message": "Both stood before the throne of the Duchess with their hands clasped before them under their cloaks, as dictated by etiquette and basic mannerisms. They had volunteered to surrender their weapons at the door and subject themselves to a search.\n\nStanding in silence, Ivors only option to entertain himself waa letting his eyes drift to the architecture and decorations adorning the room."
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"message": "When Anyanka arrived, she was informed that the visitors had surrendered their weapons, and already been searched. Still there were guards posted all along the room, and she nodded, stepping through the doors as they were opened for her. \n\nAnyanka hadn't really _expected_ anything, but the duo wasn't really what she'd thought it would be either. They looked like father and son, and she gave a small smile to them both as she crossed the dark woods of the throne room towards them both. \n\n\"Gentlemen.\" She greeted, her eyes moving from the younger to the elder. \"Welcome to Astoria.\" The woman let her head tilt a bit, fingers lacing before her as she looked him over. \n\n\"How can I be of service?\""
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"message": "\"Your grace.\" Drake said curteously, inclining his head.\n\nIvor did the same in turn.\n\n\"The state of the kingdom seems to be improving greatly might I first say. I am Drake. You may know me as a hunter, I wouldnt blame you if you didnt though. It has been a decent while since I've done anything of importance, that and your hands must be full. This here is my son Ivor.\"\n\n\"Greetings.\"\n\n\"Now, as to why I am here... Southern Feyshore is quite obviously in a state of reconstruction. I am looking to establish a hunters lodge, and there is alot of unused land at the moment. I do apologize if I appear the opportunist, but I think I could find a way to make it of use to these lands as well.\""
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"message": "Her brow raised a bit at the introduction. \"I see, Drake with no family name.\" She said simply, glancing between him and his son. \"So you've come to petition for land in South Feyshore.\" The woman inhaled, and glanced to a guard who straightened under her gaze. \"Certainly not the way I would have gone about making the request.\" She admitted, and looked to Ivor. \n\n\"Why now, why not when the notices were originally sent out about builing a council in South Feyshore? What kept you, and what vision do you see for your future in South Feyshore that would warrant you a postion amongst it's lordship?\""
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"message": "\"I don't wish to elevate myself, your grace. I just wish to share my love of the hunt with others. Said lodge would be a place where hunters of all kinds can come together to offer their skills up. The lodge can work for contracts of individuals, towns, or even the kingdom. Some people in Southern Feyshore are probably starving I'm sure, especially this time of year. A lodge could help these people by going on hunts to provide food for these effected people, and that would be it's function initially if established. In my mind, the lodge can be whatever the individual wants. A place where they can make a living off private contracts, a place to enjoy the sport, or a place to simply help those in need.\"\n\nIvor stood silently and obediently."
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"message": "At mention of 'hunt' her mind went to the worst first. She'd heard of King Cleburn's purge, and wondered if bits of that mentality still floated around in the time after his fall. When he continued, her expression loosened, realizing he meant game and not people. Anyanka released her hand, pushing her free one through her hair before shaking it loose of the pins that held it back. She'd pinned it to keep the wind from whipping it in her face, but this appeared to be a discussion that would leave her lovely doctor out on the veranda alone for some time. \n\n\"Angelica, inform the doctor that I'll be occupied for some time, send my apologies.\" She instructed, and watched as the blonde woman moved off with a nod. With that, Anya turned, jutting her chin a bit to indicate the two men follow her as she headed towards a doorway. \n\n\"Tell me, Drake, where do you and your son hail from? Your accent reminds me of the North.\" She murmured, pausing to let her fingertips graze the wall. Admittedly, having the man at her back as she walked made her uneasy, and the shift of the guard she passed brought her no comfort as she headed towards the meeting hall that was adjacent to the throne room. Inside, a table sat with six chairs around it. It could be extended to accommodate more, but it was hardly needed. She gestured for them to take a sead on one side, while she took the other, leaving the two heads of the table open so she wouldn't find herself with one of them on either side and instead placed them directly in front of her."
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"message": "\"Aye, I've never been able to get rid of it.\" He said with a chuckle. He took a seat.\n\nIvor did as well.\n\n\"The Witherlands. The edge of the world. Me and the boy have been up their for the last five years to try and rest from the lifetime on the road.\"\n\n\"Took some getting use to. I never got too accustomed to one climate.\" Ivor admitted. His accent had a northern chime to it, but had a mix of Terresol as well."
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"message": "That also wasn't exactly comforting, considering the letter she'd just received from Wingsway. \"Tell me, gentlemen, who is the true King of the North in your eyes?\" She asked, lacing her fingers together as she propped her elbows onto the table and her chin on her fingers. \"Feel free to answer truthfully, I've never had the opportunity to meet men from the Witherlands who _left_ the Witherlands. And up there it seems even the wind has ears.\" \n\n\"Also trust that your answer has nothing to do with your aspirations, merely curious.\""
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"message": "\"That it does.\" He nodded. \"In my mind, the choice is easy. House Carter.\"\n\nIvor nodded. \"Marshall specifically. You don't turn on family.\" \n\n\"Agreed, but I'm afraid we don't know all the finer details such as you probably do, your grace. We can't make a factual decision because of that.\"\n\n\"I'd still say Marshall Carter.\" Ivor stated again."
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"message": "Anyanka nodded. \"Marshall is kind, from what I've known of him.\" They'd met briefly once, and though he had a reputation to maintain, she hadn't felt that cold heart from the man. She didn't want to see the Witherlands out of his hands, but she had no dog in that fight. \n\nYet.\n\n\"Regardless, your hunting lodge?\" She prompted, letting her hands fall to the table. \"Why South Feyshore? And _Where_ in South Feyshore?\""
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"author": "obsoza",
"message": "\"Because of the state of it. I-we'd like to be apart of the healing process. My home is too embroiled in war to care at the moment. Sure, I could try other northern kingdoms, or the middle kingdoms, but like I said Southern Feyshore needs it most.\"\n\n\"He's trying to go the 'humble beginnings' route, basically.\" Ivor said. His tone remained courteous, but it was easy to tell what tone he'd like to go for."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Ivor finally spoke freely, and the Queen smiled. \"There it is.\" She murmured with a scoff of a laugh. \"That's what I'm looking for, someone wanting to get in on the ground floor. Astoria and South Feyshore are clean slates. The nations were destroyed almost completely, and we've got the one in a lifetime opportunity to raise them up in wonderful _modern_ ways.\" She explained, and looked between them both. \n\n\"South Feyshore needs a lot of things. What makes it need you two?\""
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"message": "Drake was inclined to scold his son with his eyes, but the Queen seemed to like how Ivor spoke freely. He needed to loosen up himself. It had been so long since he interacted with the nobility. He took a second to clear his old throat. \"South Feyshore needs experience. Maybe I don't have the modern outlook you seek, but I have the know how to make it happen. The boy has the fire in him, he has the determination to keep it going after I'm dead.\"\n\n\"Er... Yeah.\" Ivor responded, obviously uncomfortable having himself talked about in that light."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka felt like he was giving her half answers, but she also felt like passion made up half of the game. \"If I were to grant you lordship of a territory, you would be expected to report back to Astoria. You would pledge yourselves to me and mine, and should you violate the council of South Feyshore you'll lose all lands, titles, and holdings granted to you.\" She paused\n\n\"Is that something you're willing to accept, Drake?\""
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"message": "He opened his mouth to answer. He was caught off guard that he was actually given such an opportunity. An opportunity most men would die for. \"A lordship? It wasn't my intention to shoot that far, your grace... I don't seek such power that other men or women can use more wisely.\""
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"message": "She gave a bemused smile, and leaned back in her chair. \"I'm sorry then, Drake. I must have misunderstood you somewhere in our conversation. You're looking for permission to establish a hunting lodge in South Feyshore. But you wish to do it on someone elses lands? Why bother asking me? If you're looking for a recommendation as a place to settle, then I won't be able to help you in that regard. You'd need to contact the lord of the area you and your son decide to settle upon.\" She glanced to Ivor. \n\n\"Though it is strange to me you'd turn down the opportunity, considering your talk of a legacy with this one.\" She nodded to Ivor, and glanced back at Drake. \"But if a lodge is all you're hoping for, the permits are to be given based upon the city in South Feyshore you occupy. If you're looking for patronage from Astoria, you might find it when you start to show promise in your own providence.\""
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"message": "Drake thought over silently long enough that he wouldn't become a nuisance. His eyes staring at his hands. He could give his son a better life. He was being a selfish old fool. \"Excuse my doubt... Im not being sensible.\" His eyes lifted, his blue irises staring forward. \"If you are still willing to give me that chance at a lordship... I'd take it.\""
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"message": "Anyanka let him think on it, and in turn, contemplated the two men before her. When Drake spoke again, asking for the chance at a lordship, she pressed her lips together.\n\n\"I'm afraid I believe you're right, Drake. Other men and women could use the position for better.\" She mused, and stood. Pinned to the wall, a map of Astoria and South Feyshore rested. There were notes jotted down, as well as dozens of ledgers and journals on the table beneath it with more notes when she realized she wouldn't be able to keep them contained to the map. Her finger lifted, landing on Zahrada. She paused and dragged her nail along the parchment until it landed on Alsher.\n\n\"Lord Syric Vignola runs Alsher. He's a newly appointed lord, and his territory could use the help of a man like you, Drake. A hunting lodge would be useful for the booming population. It's fairly forested, so the game should be abundant.\" The redhead paused and looked over her shoulder, silver eyes landing on Ivor as her finger moved a few inches to the left. \n\n\"The territory next to his is in need of a lordship. And Ivor, should the idea of being a part of my council suit you more than your father: it's yours.\""
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"message": "\"Very well, that is fair your grace.\" Drake nodded. \"Thank you. I look forward to working with Lord Vignola.\"\n\nIvor couldn't offer much of an expression. His mind had a plethora of new things to now think on. Like his father, he gave a nod. \"I'll think on it.\" He replied."
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"message": "Once more, Anyanka nodded. She moved to the door, pulling it open and gesturing the way through the throne room. Guards shifted as the door opened, standing at attention. \n\n\"Your weapons and other belongings will be returned upon your departure. And gentleman,\" She glanced between them both, \"Return when you've found a passion for the positions been offered to you. Otherwise don't return at all.\" She let her eyes linger a but on Drake then turned for the door herself. \n\n\"Enjoy Alsher.\""
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"message": "The duo offered one last bow and saw themselves out, collecting their equipment as they left. From there, they headed to the markets and sold their pelts so they had money for the road. Drake, in the end, left feeling he hadn't left the best impression in their meeting. \n\nIvor mounted his horse and trodded with his father down the path towards their next destination. Still he was unsure of the entire situation before them. The sun had, by this time, started to sink in the east. Within a few hours they'd need to camp for the night, or if the gods were kind, they'd get to enjoy the luxury of an inn tonight."
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"message": "Eric woke up well before the morning sun began to rise in a cold sweat and his heart pounding, it was becoming a common occurence with winter nights. Something about winter left him uneasy and prone to memories. He rolled out of bed and began to dress in some clothes he wore for trainning. They were looser in fitting, and were not warm; he refused to dress warm when training. It had been days since Eric had last trained, and he was growing antsy. With this early wake-up, he might be able to find his schedule again and eturn to a somewhat normal routine. Of course without the work, birds flew slower in the cold and soldiers often didn't like trainning in freezing temperatures. Winter logistics were a nightmare, and were slow, so, Eric wasn't that busy. Eric walked through the empty halls alone, his footsteps echoed. A coal boy was going through and relighting the torches for the last few hours of night. Eric saw him every morning.\n\n\"Good morning, Sir.\" The boy said, timid as usual.\n\n\"Good morning.\" Eric said, pleasantly enough, the tiredness present in his voice. \n\nIt was never hard for Eric to find someone to train with, most guards jumped at the opportunity to have something to do. He never took someone from their post, he always pulled a guard who was about to go off duty and only ever volunteers. The courtyard was covered in a fresh cover of snow, only disturbed by the changing of the guard. The sight created a lightness in Eric's chest, it was pretty. Then the blast of frigid air struck him and he shuddered. Eric removed his sword belt and the guardsman did the same. They'd agreed to do some hand-to-hand spars. No fists or hitting, grappling. Just grappling and subduing an opponent. \n\n\"Are you sure you do not want something warmer, Sir?\" The guard asked, wearing a coat and some wool pants. \n\n\"I am sure, it's about to get warm enough.\" Eric responded.\n\nThe two moved off to the side, away from the center of the courtyard and stood with their backs against each other. Eric was taller than the man, with broader shoulders and an overall larger build, but the guard wasn't meek looking, built small by nature of being mostly a sword and shield-man. The two counted down from three, when they'd counted off one, Eric started to turn around, moving quickly on his feet, but the guard took an unexpected initiative and threw his back into Eric as he turned. This knocked Eric off balance and stumbled him. The next thing Eric knew, he was facedown in the snow with the guard on Eric's back, trying to take control of his hands. \n\nEric wasn't losing in the first few seconds, and he kept his chin tucked to his neck to prevent him from getting choked, and Eric pushed his right side up and tried to throw his whole body so he'd roll onto his back. The guard hadn't achieved a stable mount on Eric's back, so he'd rolled over and Eric sat up as much as he could and reached out to grab the guard. In the moment, Eric's chin untucked and the guard grabbed Eric's neck with one hand, and his shoulder with the other. Eric found both shoulders, not and ideal position but the clothes gave it a stable grip. Then, the two were rolling in the snow, trying to throw each other off balance. Trying to break each other's grip, their legs shifted to push each other away to get some distance while whoever was in a better position tried to get closer.\n\nThe spar went on for what felt like forever, going back and forth in the matter of second in a match that had only been going for about five minutes. It came to and end when Eric finally achieved a secure place on top of the guard, and without seeking to control the guard's hands, Eric grabbed the guard's collar, crossing his hands to the right hand held the guard's left side of his clothes' collar and Eric left went for the guard's right collar. He then brought the collar tight, the strong fabric of the coat didn't tear, instead it was brought tightly on the back and sides of the guard's neck. The guard started to turn red and his breathes turned labored. The choke didn't restrict air flow, it restricted blood flow. Eric saw the confusion of being able to breathe, but the guard was clearly becoming light headed. He fought, trying to pry Eric's hands away, but the guard was getting weaker and his head fell back into the snow. The fighting got weak, and turned from prying to a three light taps which led to Eric releasing and rolling off of the guard.\n\nThe guard started to cough and breathe heavily while laying in the snow. Eric was just starting to realize how cold the snow was with the adreniline fading. His clothes were soaked all the way through, and he doubted the guard felt much better. Eric got up and offered a hand out to the guard. The guard took Eric's hand and Eric pulled him up out of the snow. Eric gave him a half smile. \n\n\"Everything good?\" Eric asked, hoping he hadn't gone too far.\n\n\"Yeah... Sir, I'm good. What was that? It was awful.\"\n\n\"A blood choke,\" Eric explained, \"It restricts blood to your head. So you can breathe, but you will still pass out.\"\n\nThe guard nodded. \"Fuck. It was awful, thank you for the session, sir, but it's cold and I'm exhausted. Could use breakfast and some more sleep.\" Eric nodded and allowed him to return to the guard barracks. He didn't feel so great himself, his throat burned and the rest of him was freezing and wet. With his short training session done for the day, Eric went back into the castle to change into more proper attire and to eat breakfast."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayeth had spent the past few days locked away in his quarters, suffering from a sudden bit of sickness. It struck him swift and strong, confining him to his bed. It was an awful experience involving a fever, headaches, and as if someone had forced a cat down his throat with the furry little creature scratching every chance it got on its way down. After some self medicating mixed with rest, Dayveth had sweated it out and was now on his way to the bath house.\n\nThe doctor's skin was covered with several days' worth of sweat as he entered the building, slightly surprised to find it already had another occupant. He was even slightly more surprised to discover that it was his liege. \"Good evening, Your Grace.\" Dayveth moved to take his boots off and lay down his assorted toiletries, enjoying the warm air."
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"message": "Anyanka had intended to spend the rest of her evening in her own chambers, but a knock sounded on her door every five minutes. Privacy meant nothing if there was always someone who knew where you were. So she'd slipped from her room to head down the the bathhouse. At this time, no one should have been in there, and she managed to keep the number of guards who saw her slipping away to two. Those she sent to her chambers with threats that should anyone come asking for her and they say anything other than 'she's sleeping' they'd be fired immediately. \n\nAs result, she'd managed nearly an hour alone in the bathhouse, enjoying the benefits of warm air and quiet before slipping into the warm waters. When the door opened, Anya glanced up to see Dayveth, who had gone missing it seemed.\n\n\"I thought you'd already tired of us, Doctor.\""
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"message": "Dayveth smiled politely as he slipped his clothes off, not afraid of being modest in front of his queen. \"I'm afraid you aren't that fortunate, Your Grace.\" The doctor approached the bathing pool, his feet lightly slapping against the tile before he stepped in, visibly wincing at the temperature. He slipped down and forced himself to enjoy the water, which he soon did as his arms sprawled out along the edge of the pool.\n\n\"I have merely been sick and recovering from it. Today has been the first outside of my room. Poor Mara has been forced to carry food and supplies to me for the better part of this last week, poor woman.\" The doctor's head was laid back against the pool as well as he sighed. \"I wouldn't have abandoned this place that quickly anyways.\""
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"message": "She wasn't bothered when he began to undress and join her, she did, admittedly, grimace upon hearing he'd been sick. \"Well I'd thank you to not give me whatever you had. I can't afford to spend my days locked away.\" She murmured. Truthfully, three days in bed sounded like a dream, but she wasn't inclined to take the illness that would grant that freedom. \n\n\"But I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. And that the first patient of yours in Astoria has made a full recovery. It speaks volumes.\""
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"message": "\"As your chosen medical professional, I assure you that it was not contagious, as poor Mara was involved in several unsanitary accidents. I had a coughing fit right into her gaping mouth, poor woman. She deserves a bit more pay after what I've put her through,\" Dayveth stated with a nod towards the queen. \"Or at least a bonus,\" He added with a shrug.\n\nAnyanka's comment about the first patient confused him for several moments before realization smacked him. He rolled his eyes before saying \"My first patient is actually quite an odd case, I'm actually my second patient, if you remember correctly,\" Dayveth teased with a nod back towards his \"Test.\""
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"message": "\"I don't consider my wrist to have been an actual illness, Doctor.\" She mused, and pulled her hair over her shoulder. It fanned where it hit the water, leaving a red array around her. \n\n\"But I'll allow you to make the claim you cured me on your first night here.\""
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"message": "\"Just because it wasn't an illness does not mean you were not a patient, Your Grace.\" Dayveth finally turned his gaze to her, he had been too busy enjoying the water. \n\n\"Is that so?\" Dayveth asked back, raising an eyebrow."
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"message": "Anyanka gave a small smile, letting her eyes drift up to the ceiling and the smoke that swirled around it looking for an escape. \n\n\"You may find yourself reporting to my subordinates over the next few weeks. I suggest you get acquainted with Angelica, Zane, and Eric so they can be sure that anything you might need with me provided.*"
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"message": "Dayveth smirked as she ignored his taunting question. \"Very well, Your Majesty.\" He began scrubbing his arms with his cloth, enjoying the scratch of it against his arms. \n\n\"Is there anything else I need to be aware of? Or any special assignments you wish to give me? And if not, how have you been?\" It had been several days since he had spoken to anyone since Mara, so he was dying for actual social interaction."
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"message": "It had been a long while since someone asked how she was. Zane made assumptions that she was always struggling and making bad decisions. Angelica didnt talk of weakness, and, well, they were really the only friends she had anymore inside the castle. \n\n\"I've been awful, thank you for asking. \" She smiled, watching him run the cloth along his arms. She moved from her place on the steps and towards him, taking the cloth from him and applying a liberal amount of her favorite oils to it before starting on his shoulders. \n\n\"Your assignment is to learn, I need educated people among my team, the further you get in your research the better off we all are in the end.\""
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"message": "Dayveth watched her as she approached him, letting her take the cloth. A couple of seconds after she had started a thought had dawned on him. Not once in the past decade had he ever though a queen would be the one bathing him. He never really thought he would meet a queen either. \"I'm sorry to hear that,\" He commented. Dayveth quietly reflected on his past successes and experiences before her instructions once again snagged his attention. \n\n\"Ah, yes, the tomes. Out of the days locked in my room, when I wasn't wretching or struggling to breath, I was reading. Some interesting things your ancestors were into, that's for sure,\" Dayveth teased with a smirk, enjoying how close she was to him."
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"message": "The redhead paused the cloth over his shoulder blade, a brow raising at the smirk. \"I would believe that.\" She said quietly before beginning her work again. \n\n\"If you find anything about the amulet, you'll let me know immediately.\""
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"message": "\"Of course, Your Highness,\" Dayveth replied, his gaze searching for hers. \"Is there anything else I may do for you? I understand you're busy, leading your country and its denizens and what not.\""
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"message": "\"You're an eager man to serve, you know that, Dayveth?\" She murmured, pressing her fingers into his shoulder to get him to lean forward so she could start the other side of his back. \n\n\"I don't need anything but, perhaps some advice from an unbiased party?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth smiled as he leaned forward and turned around, quite enjoying the experience. He had to refrain from laughing aloud at the situation. Dayveth knew laughing was inappropriate, and was very thankful to the queen for doing it, but it felt backwards to him. He still needed more time adjusting, he guessed. \"I figured I should be. After all, I'm only just starting off. If you'd like I could be slothful and unwilling?\" He put his chest against the pool wall, exposing his back to the woman.\n\nWhen she asked for his opinion he raised an eyebrow. \"Of course, I'll advise to the best of my abilities. And you can skip the threats about my wellbeing if I share whatever information you are about to tell me, I do understand.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She laughed, and pressed her nails into his skin playfully. \"Slothful never suited anyone, especially not a man of your qualifications.\" She said simply, letting him turn. \n\n\"I find myself concerned about a potential enemy. They've reached out with an offer of truce, an alliance of sorts. And while the terms are heavily tilted in their favor, I do find myself a bit fearful of being on the opposing end of that war. But, considering I have no cock between my legs, it feels like any alliance made turns Astoria and South Feyshore into pawns.\""
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"message": "Dayveth pondered her words for several moments as she washed his back with the cloth. \"Is accepting this truce a form of surrender, or a submission?\" After a few more seconds his eyebrow raised and his head was turned to look at the queen. \"I am a tad confused about your cock comment, however. While women monarchs are rare, and strong ones rarer, you seem to be of the later. Is there something you are giving up in this arrangement?\""
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"message": "She pressed her lips into a tight line. \"Considering how the offer as made, I'd say submission. I'm the stronger of the two parties, however, they have nothing to lose, so I can see it turning nasty in a heartbeat.\" A moment passed and she lowered the cloth into the water, the oils leaking from it to create a sheen on the water as she rinsed it. \n\n\"I'm not certain. Lifestyle for sure. And really, if Staffed manages to get our armies bulked, we could defend against whatever is planned. But at the moment there's a weakness in Astoria and myself and I can _feel_ eyes turning our way.\""
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"message": "\"How was this offer made?\" Dayveth asked, his head still cocked as he asked in a gentler tone. He turned to face her, eyebrow still raised. In the short time he had known her, Dayveth had become rather attached to Anyanka. He wasn't sure if she felt the same way, or at least felt it in the same degree, but he didn't exactly care. He understood she had other duties and that barriers were between them, whatever would have become of their relationship. \n\n\"And what is this weakness?\""
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"message": "\"My weakness is the same thing that sparked, well, everything.\" She paused as he turned to look at her and gave a soft smile. \n\n\"And I'd be a fool to openly tell any man my weaknesses.\" Anya murmured, letting her hand raise from the water to cup his cheek, the warm water sliding down her wrist and forearm before melting back into the bath. \"Even my doctor.\""
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"message": "\"And any man who is more than your doctor?\" Dayveth asked, placing his hands on her hips, standing to his full height in the bath. His gaze met hers as they stood alone in the bathhouse. If there was something Dayveth hated, it was the knowledge that there was knowledge that he could not access. He knew there was plenty of things he did not know, but that was different."
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"message": "His hands found her hips and he stood, making her have to tilt her head upwards to keep his gaze. \n\n\"Any man more than my doctor would already know why I'm worried.\" She mused, and inhaled deeply, the scent of the oils and steam filling her lungs and making her chest expand. \n\n\""
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"message": "Dayveth neither looked or pulled away as they stood close to each other in the hot waters of the bathhouse. \"And if this man had been busy knowing you in other pursuits, or had been laid up recently?\" After a moment's pass between the two he continues with another question, his voice slightly quieter. \"Or is this man just your doctor and nothing more, limitations or otherwise?\""
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"message": "Her hand on his cheek moved to his chest, her fingers drumming softly there for a moment. \"Does the answer to that question get you anything you want Dayveth? We can enjoy each other's company, we can feel whatever way we want to feel, but that does not stop a crown from resting upon my head and the well-being of _every_ person from here to Araedia falling into my lap.\" Her smile pulled to one side, small and sad in a way. \n\n\"The man is a doctor, a friend, and\" Her voice dipped \"_for the time being_ a fine lover. But an alliance most likely means a marriage. Whether it be this one or the next or the next.\""
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"message": "He sighed, thinking for a moment as his hand rose to rest on top of the one she had laid on his chest. \"The answer was something I already knew, really. I'm merely testing out my new post,\" Dayveth joked, though it was stale in his mouth. \n\n\"You royalty always did enjoy your forced marriages,\" Dayveth continued, letting the corners of his mouth rise in a teasing motion as he gazed down at Anyanka. He chastised himself for feeling what he did, knowing that this problem would arise. Dayveth didn't think it would come this quickly, however."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She gave a scoff of a laugh. \"Hm, I love the idea of becoming a pawn in a man's quest for power.\" She hummed, glancing at his hand over hers. \n\n\"Frankly, I'd prefer to put thoughts of alliances with the north out if my mind for the time being. I've got a handsome man standing before me, I don't want to think of a frozen bastard.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth brought her hand to his lips, gently kissing it before holding it against his chest. \"Marrying bastards now, hm? It seems trying times have fallen upon House Durkhan.\"\n\nDayveth knew that whoever this northern queen-thief-to-be was, he was probably not a bastard, but he teased because it was how he felt better about it. \"As for this handsome man in front of you, I believe he also wishes to push some a topic else."
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"message": "\"Hard times indeed, doctor.\" She nodded, and watched as he kissed her hand. With it, she let herself sink to her shoulders into the warm waters, pulling away from him so she could once again submerge herself into the waters fully. \n\nWhen she surfaced once more, she pushed her wet hair from her face, smoothing it down her shoulders and chest before letting her eyes fall upon him. \"Will you show me what your powers entail, Dayveth?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "When she emerged from the water, Dayveth was smiling wistfully at Anyanka. As she asked him to show him his powers, it changed. His lips tightened into a line while his shoulders tensed. Dayveth grunted in an awkward manner, as if she had pricked him with a needle. He looked at her with a half pained, half annoyed expression. Dayveth's magic was not always welcomed. She had welcomed his gifts, but many had doubts after observing them. \n\n\"I suppose I could,\" Dayveth replied uneasily, holding his right hand out of the water, his gaze shifting from her eyes to examine it. He looked at his own appendage as if it was some creature who had crawled from the bathhouse's drains."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The smile he bore flickered and she felt she'd overstepped in asking. He looked down at his hand, and she pressed her lips into a tight line. \n\n\"Allow me to remind you that you can refuse me, Dayveth. You are not now, not never will be obligated to tell me yes in regards to anything involving whatever magic you possess.\" She told him, letting her voice fall to a tone that sounded like midnight as she moved closer to him. \n\n\"Would you prefer I show you something?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth pondered over her reminder as he continued to examine his hand. He curled and uncurled his fingers, flexing them, as his mind began to itch as old synapses fired. \"To hell with it,\" He thought. He was already naked with her, not to mention he had embarrassed himself with the confession of his feelings. \n\n\"Only if it turns out I haven't underestimated you,\" Dayveth quipped with a wink. The back of his raised hand was facing her, and it shimmered for a moment, as if it were a mirage. It was normal again, however, as Anyanka approached him."
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"message": "She saw the flicker, in the same way she saw the ghosts in the gardens and streets of South Feyshore when she made her way through. But she pressed the thought aside. \n\n\"You've probably been overestimating me, everyone seems to.\" She mused, and reached for his raised hand, lacing their fingers together. \"What did you do, a moment ago it was flickering?\""
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"message": "Dayveth allowed their fingers to lace together, watching them do so. He smirked as she asked him about his hand. \"Seeing as you know my history, you can probably also guess the value of hiding the said history. Not just my gifts, but the results of them, and others' gifts as well.\"\n\nDayveth released the spell and felt a niche corner of his brain relax. The shimmering reoccured, but this time, as it ended, burn marks and strange stab scars were left all over Dayveth's hand and forearm, stopping neatly at his elbow. \"This is what can happen to those who lived among us. The young weren't always careful, and we had to prove ourselves, in a way.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "His hand flickered in her own, and the sigils along the length of her forearm flared to life. She winced, not having expected the response to his actions, but the burn moved through her veins to distribute a new warmth. Somewhere deep in her chest she could hear the drums of war and a thousand voices building on the wind. \"I didn't realize you were skilled in glamours as well, Dayveth.\" She said softly, and let her fingers unlace before slinking down the length of his arm to cup his elbow. \n\nLooking at the scars, she got an uneasy feeling, and she inhaled slowly. If she agreed to an alliance with Wingsway, would those seeking magical refuge in Astoria and South Feyshore be persecuted? \n\nAnyanka let him speak, taking in his words for a moment before she nodded. \"If secrecy is something you value, then we'll let it sleep.\" She said softly, the steam rolling around them freely as they stood so close together. \"And one day, when the world is a little brighter, maybe we'll get to see each other in the light of magics completely uninhibited.\" She mused, and pressed herself onto her toes. The smooth tiles at the bottom of the baths were warm, and she felt the warmth move through her legs as she pressed a kiss to his lips once more."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth wasn't expecting the queen's sigils to react to his magic, hesitating before his monologue. \"Glamours, hm? An interesting name, and definitely a better one,\" The man chuckled. He felt bad, noticing that he seemed to have harmed her as her sigils reacted.\n\n \"I do value secrecy, but I have already trusted you with this, so its only fair I give you a taste. As for the future, that's a bold hope.\" Dayveth himself had thought about it before. People were scared of what they didn't understand, peasantry and nobility alike. \"I can only see a powerful person who gains to seek a lot of money being the reason for magic being supported in a public place,\" He had always thought. His line of thinking was pushed aside as she kissed him.\n\nDayveth kissed her back, holding it for a moment before leaning slightly away. \"I would quite like that.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The kiss broke, and yet she couldn't steer from the topic they discussed, despite her want to. \n\n\"From the inklings I've seen from other rulers, It's becoming less and less terrifying the more it's studied. Knowledge of it is growing, and with that will either come extinction of acceptance.\" \n\nAnya lowered herself back from her toes, letting her fingers drum against his chest as she thought. \"As long as a Durkhan holds power here, they're protected.\""
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"message": "\"I've heard similar enticings before, I hope you won't be surprised if not many people like I come forward. Traps were often baited with similar words.\" Dayveth still held her close, even after she lowered from their kiss. \n\n\"And if the Durkhan House cedes their power, or otherwise loses it in some *Agreement?*\" Dayveth asked, raising an eyebrow to the queen."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "His raised brow made her press her lips into a tight line, and she cast her silver glance to the entry of the bathhouse, as if someone would burst in and answer for her. \"The Southern Isles is protecting the heir. I will not _lose_ power. However, if I should fall, Astoria will most likely fold back into South Feyshore, and Mikhail will take my place. Under the protection of the Southern Federation I have no doubt.\" She inhaled, and since conversation had turned to doom and gloom, she let her hand fall from his chest and back into the warm waters. \n\n\"I'm not looking for another revolution in my lifetime. Stability is what I'm looking to leave behind, and if this _agreement_ leads to it, I will allow the temptation.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth resisted the urge to grimace as her hand left him. He wasn't intending to push her, or be spiteful, and he realized he was being so. It was why he softened his voice before asking his next question. \n\n\"I commend your confidence and forethought, but I'm afraid my curiosity has not be satiated.\" Dayveth was lighter now as he grabbed the hand that had fallen into the water. \"And if this agreement decides that magic is unstable, which it very well can be, what should happen to me then?\" A teasing smile spread across his lips. \"Shall I move onward, perhaps become a sailor?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"_If_ that were to happen, you'd still find employment in Astoria as my physician.\" She reminded him. A horrifying thought passed her mind, and she blinked, pushing it aside to haunt her later. \"Believe it or not the position it yours, despite my threats. Vivayn doesn't get a say in my staff, and he never will.\" Anyanka let out a huff of a breath, using her free hand to pull her hair forward over her shoulder.\n\n\"Nothing good comes from that man.\" She murmured, the realization finally dawning on her. Nathaniel held no power, at least not over her or her people. His fight was with the Carters, and he wasn't foolish enough to take on her and Marshall. Not when he was actively trying to procure her armies for the task. She gained nothing from an agreement, and, so it seemed, she lost nothing in denying it either. Her best bet to get Astoria and South Feyshore on solid ground once more was to rekindle her friendship with the Pirate King. And that meant figuring out the connection between herself and Araedia."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric sat at a table eating his dinner alone, there were others in the hall, a couple sentries and some various nameless courtiers whose functions Eric still hadn't figured out quite yet. Dressed as knightly as usual, Eric wore his signature dark earthy greens, dark gold trims, and dark brown leathers. He was always dressed in something that seemed even a bit maneuverable. He never opted for the more restrictive fashions popular with some of the others, he needed to be able to run and move. As usual, Eric's sword belt sat on the table with his sword sheathed. A bottle of wine was corked and he a half full glass sitting on the table next to his plate as he quietly enjoyed his meal."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica normally took her meals in private. She had no reason to linger in the dining hall. She never had a reason to before, and considering there was a new budget to be made, she wasn't going to break the habit for the sake of friend she didn't have. Among thoe residing in Astoria she was really only close with the Queen and spymaster. She had working relationships with other, but finding herself in a position of authority above them tended not to make for the best of friendships when she was the one who had to jump down their throats for not preforming to standard. She wasn't like Anya; personable and shining. She was calculated, loved to feel as if she was ten steps ahead of the rest, and had a bit of an attitude that came off as 'blunt' instead of 'straight-forward' like she preferred. \n\nToday, however, her meal had been delayed and she found herself unable to focus with a growling stomach. She sighed, placing her left hand to her forehead as she tried once more to focus on Maith's shoddy penmanship. Another growl made her groan, and she set the letter down, folding it as it had been before locking it in her drawer. The key to which hung at her hip, and she triple checked that it was there before heading down to the dining hall to see what the delay was in her dinner."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth blinked awake as the carriage was pulled under the castle gates. He had shared the same carriage as his liege as they traveled back from the festival in the Southern Isles. Dayveth pulled the hood of his travel cloak up as he stepped out of the vehicle to prevent the light rain from bothering him. Once his boot touched the slightly runny dirt, the Royal Physician offered his hand to his queen. \n\n\"It's good to be back, Your Highness.\" Dayveth commented as he glanced around the castle yard. He missed the castle, as he had grown to like it quite quickly after moving in."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka had fallen asleep on the ride, slumped against Dayveth as they made their way from the coast inward to Zahrada. He moved, and she tried to sit up fully. The rain was soothing,and she didn't realize she'd missed the sound if the rains in Astoria until she reached for his hand. The drizzle moved over her skin and she gave him a tired smile before stepping out into the rain. She leaned against him heavily, and they headed inside.\n\n\"Hm, it really is. I could sleep for the rest of the evening though.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth attempted to cover as much of the queen as he could while they walked inside. He held his cloak around her as the rain gently fell upon them. The mage nodded to the guard who opened the thick door of the castle. After the pair had entered, Dayveth kicked his head back to displace the hood. It felt even better to return to the halls he had still not completely memorized. \n\n\"Would you like to be escorted back to your rooms, Your Grace?\" He kept a caring arm on her for support as he gently moved her out of the way from the rest of their retinue entering the castle."
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"message": "Anyanka had been recounting the story of poor Dayveth and his seasickness. She'd tried her best to help keep the man distracted, including but not limited to keeping him in her bed for a majority of the journey. He'd still been sick though, and she couldn't quite pass up the irony of the doctor being the only one sick on the journey. \n\nAngelica, for some reason, hadn't scolded her for her time with the doctor either, which she found incredibly suspicious. She warned against every man that fell into her bed, and considering Doctor Coren's lack of nobility, she assumed she'd get an earful the moment they were home. \n\nHowever the blonde was surprisingly chipper, and they drank happily, telling stories of their adventures in the Isles before bed. With tomorrow would come work once more, Anya had planned a meeting with the council to inform them of the request Bradai Maith had made of her and to gain their opinion on it. The Queen was still torn herself on what she should do about it. Of course she wanted what was best for her son, and if a month away meant making him less of a zombie and feeling alive again, she wasn't opposed to it. However, after her last time away, she felt the council deserved to be aware of her options, and to be included in their decision.\n\nA knock sounded on her office door, and she moved to answer it, finding herself before a gateguard. \"Pardon the intrusion, Your Grace. I just thought you should know Master Haramattan has returned to the castle.\" \n\n\"Already? That was fast.\" Angelica mused, finishing off her wine. Anya thanked the man, and looked to Angelica.\n\n\"I suppose I should go find him.\" \n\n\"Isn't it his job to report to you?\"\n\n\"Knowing him, he'll sulk for the rest of the night then find me tomorrow. I don't want him sulking and coming to the meeting tomorrow with a bad energy.\" \n\nAngelica nodded, and held out Anya's glass to her in offering, but the woman denied it, which caused the blonde to down it before standing, preparing to go to bed herself. \n\nThey departed, and Anya headed for Zane's office, knocking on it twice with her knuckle before waiting for him to respond."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane had finished a few of the letters to his agents, and had opened a bottle of wine and began to smoke a cigar, when he heard a knock on his office door. He shuffled the papers into his desk, and stretched out a bit as he stood and headed to the door. He didn't quite know who he was expecting when he opened it, but it wasn't Anyanka. He didn't expect her until the next day, to be honest.\n\n\"Madame.\" He greeted her, opening the door wider so as to allow her access. Extinguishing the cigar, he threw it onto his desk as they approached it. \"I'm going to be honest, I wasn't expecting you to come for the report until tomorrow.\""
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"message": "\"I didn't expect you home so early.\" She countered, and moved passed him. His office smelled of smoke, and she didn't mind the smell, it was oddly comforting. Her fingers grazed his desk as she walked towards it, and she turned to face him. There was a tang beneath the smell of smoke, but she couldn't quite place it yet. \n\n\"So where did you disappear to? I thought we were going to have a nice family vacation in the Isles, and _someone_ disappears from the ship.\" She wasn't scolding, she was being playful, or at least trying to sound playful. \"I hope it was important.\""
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"message": "\"In my defense, I left a note, Mother.\" He replied, a small smile on his face. \"Hopefully I didn't leave to much of a bad taste lingering for the family vacation.\"\n\n\"Honestly surprised anyone even noticed I was missing.\" He mumbled to himself, stretching a bit.\n\n\"I went to Araedia,\" He started, all pretenses of joking gone. \"I was trying to find out why they paid Amalthea to attack Mikhail.\" He paused for a second, moving to the other side of the desk. He grabbed the bottle of wine, and offered it to her. \"And I don't know if I'm glad that I found something out, or if I wished I didn't.\""
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"message": "Anya rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as he mumbled. \"Enough, Zane. You're acting like a kicked puppy. You're my spymaster, it's your _job_ to disappear. Angelica and I expect it, and when you leave we don't whine about it because we are glad to know you're doing your _real_ job and not playing babysitter to a prisoner.\" She gave a small huff, and turned to place both her hands on the corner of his desk as he circled around it. \n\n\"We notice. We miss you. But we don't complain.\" She raised a brow, wanting to continue more on the topic, but deciding to leave it when he mentioned Araedia. \n\n\"What did you find?\""
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"message": "\"They wanted to keep Bradai off the continent, so they wanted Mikhail dead. The fact that both you and Mikhail are shitbloods didn't really help.\" He started, taking a small sip of the wine. \"They hired me to kill Mikhail.\" He added on, shrugging a bit.\n\n\"The thing that confuses me the most though is that a servant told me this. So she wasn't able to tell me why they wanted him to stay off the continent, but only that they did.\" He yawned after he said this, shaking his head slightly. \"I plan on sending some of my agents in, see if they can get any information from there. They'll be under orders to not interfere with the kingdom, but I want them to figure this out for us.\""
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"message": "Her brow knitted. \"Why would they hire you to kill Mikhail? What the hell does Mikhail have to do with Araedia?\" She questioned. Wanting to keep Bradai away from the continent was one thing, but he's only ever come here to drop Mikhail off, he wasn't intending to stay. And he wasn't the kind to travel anyway, at least not in her experience. Mikhail would be going to see him, if anything, not Bradai to Astoria. She pressed her lips into a line regardless. \n\n\"Maith isn't on the continent anyway, why do they still want him dead? What did _Maith_ do that means they want _my_ son dead?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"They hired me to kill Mikhail, cause it was either I convinced them we were mercenaries, or we would possibly be executed. So I took the safe option.\" He started, another yawn breaking through him. \"As for what he's done, I don't know at this current point in time.\"\n\nHe gestured to the letters on his desk, and sighed. \"Questions like that are why I'm sending my agents there. I'm going to try to get anything I can. Hopefully we can find something out, but that's all we can do now, unless you want to try to get the information out of Bradai himself.\" He told her, a tired look on his face. Shaking his head, took another sip of wine. It was helping him stay awake, and that's what mattered right now."
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"message": "\"Well you're not killing Mikhail, if that wasn't already obvious.\" She warned him. \"I'll personally rip your balls from your body if you touch a single hair on that boy.\" It was already fucked enough when Maith let him chop his own hair. She really needed to fix it next time she saw him. \n\n\"I can ask Bradai about it, I'll be seeing him again soon enough.\" She mused, and pushed a hand through her hair. The smoke had finally cleared, and the smell beneath it finally was recognizable. \"You were hurt in Araedia, weren't you?\" She asked, noting the blood smell in the air. \"How badly, who else was?\""
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"message": "He rolled his eyes at her telling him he wasn't killing Mikhail. \"Wasn't planning on killing him, had to say I was to escape.\"\n\nRolling his shoulder a bit, he gestured to the cut off sleeve, the tiniest bit of bandage peeking out from underneath it. \"It was only me that got hurt, and all honesty, the only reason I may be alive is because I had Nero there to watch my back.\" He sighed at that, and pulled his shirt up towards his shoulders, showing off the rest of the bandages. \"It didn't seem too deep, but it got a good length to it. Went from about my navel to my right shoulder.\" Looking down at the bandages, he grimaced. \"Though it seems to be a bit of a bleeder.\" The bandages he got in The Blazing Bull had already been ruined by his blood, and the smell hitting him was how Zane figured that was how Anya had found out about it."
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"message": "He raised his shirt and she inhaled deeply. The sigils on her arms itched at the sight, and she moved around his desk to examine them better. Anya crouched before him, more concerned about the wound that crossed his navel and torso than his shoulder. If he'd gotten sliced through entrails, he'd be dead before the week was out. Her fingers rolled the bandage upwards, and a fresh wave of blood coated her fingertips as the bandage was moved aside. Once more she made an unpleasant face, not having expected it to happen, but the itching turned to pulsing at the contact. The sigils flared to life, and her skin flushed a bit at the heat that came with it as she tried not to focus on the white hot glow and instead on Zane's wounds. \n\n\"Who has looked at these, anyone?\" The question was quiet, and she lifted her gaze to him, not wanting to pull the bandage up further with him standing."
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"message": "\"Nero looked at it in the field, and Azule looked at it when we returned to Zahrada.\" He told her, rolling his shoulders. Zane moved his gaze to hers, and a small smile grew on his face. \"I've taken worse. This won't kill me. I threw some alcohol on it to clean it, and I plan on having it bandaged and wrapped at all times.\"\n\n\"Be careful though,\" He told her, gesturing to her hands, even though he made no attempt to move them.\"I don't think you'd want me to stain your dress.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Shut up, Zane. I can get a new dress, I can't get a new spymaster.\" She murmured, and stood from her place before him. \"Come with me, we're going to fix you up.\" She told him plainly, her fingers rubbing together the blood on her hands. Magic flickered in her veins and over her skin, and she was for some reason very aware of how to go about fixing him. \n\nBack home, in her youth, she'd practiced minor magics. Durkhans were said to have it in their veins, and she'd never really believed it. Her father was never able to preform any kind of magics, and she'd never met another Durkhan. It was just a fairy tale to her until she was able to preform her first heeling on a broken arm of a stable boy. It had exhausted her, and she'd slept for a week afterwards. It took a few years to find the trick for her wasn't in heeling, but in prevention. She'd shown Heath once, when they first started their affair. A kiss left on his forearm, leaving the perfect imprint of her lips, had kept her blade from puncturing the skin as she drew it firmly over him. He'd asked if there was a way to make it permanent, and she really should have looked into it before.\n\nMaybe it would have helped Mikhail. \n\nBut she had the heirloom now, and with time she might make it work. Spell her sigil so those wearing it were protected, she didn't know what it was capable of, and didn't have time to research it just yet. She intended to task Dayveth with it soon."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "He nodded softly as he saw her stand, and he began fidgeting a bit with the bandages. Peering out at the wine and cigar left on his desk, he almost wanted to sigh, buy knew that those small luxuries would be waiting for him when he returned. Although, his recent travels had left him without them, so he was slightly saddened by the knowledge he had to leave just as he began to enjoy. Zane made for the door, and opened it for her. \"After you, Madame.\" Was all he said, a small smile on his face."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She led him down the hall, to Dayveth's infirmary. Technically, it was Mara's, but the woman had cut back significantly as Dayveth finished his apprenticeship. It wasn't her job to begin with, and the older woman was looking forward to being able to retire and live with her daughter a few miles from Zahrada. Mara hard;y stopped talking about being a grandmother, and already traveled to see the new baby as much as possible. Anya was happy to grant her the ability to go help with her family. \n\nThey found an empty cot, and Anya gestured to it. Before he went to lay down, she instructed his shirt come off, and she laid it aside on the small chest that sat by the foot of the bed. From it, she pulled a new set of bandages and something to clean the wound with, as well as a metal bowl to hold the old soiled ones."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane followed closely behind her, and almost audibly sighed as he entered the infirmary. It was easily one of his least favorite spots in the estate, only due to how often he's been in there. It didn't help that Mara was slightly handsy.\n\nHe pulled his shirt off with no complaint, and began to unwrap the bandages as he went to lay down. He wasn't going to take them all the way off, but he was willing to loosen them up for her. The cot was uncomfortable, and he had to move around a bit to find a comfortable position to lay in."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "When he laid down, she went to work removing the rest of the bandages from the man. They were soaked, and made a wet sound as they found their new home in the metal bowl. Blood coated her fingertips after she was finished, and a curious press to his abdomen found more flowing freely. \n\n\"Zane are you _sure_ this isn't as bad as it looks?\" She questioned him, and the burn on her arms started to hurt as the sigils flared, excited by the blood. It was new, and she turned one arm absently to look at them. Out of habit, she ran her hand over them, forgetting about the blood until it was too late and she'd smeared it over the sigil. It cooled immediately, but the places where her skin was scarred turned black beneath the swatch of red. She felt the magic on her fingertips, and her eyes rolled back for a moment before she closed them, trying to not let the feeling overwhelm her. \n\nWithout intention, her hands found themselves placing over the would, pressing firmly. Blood welled around her hands, seeping between her fingers at the motion, and she lifted them after a moment. She opened her eyes, the silver of them now a molten gold as her hands smeared the blood of the man over both sets of sigils. Her fingertips burned at the sensation, and her whole body felt hot to the touch with energy that wasn't hers and she wasn't quite able to contain. \n\nCuriously she pressed a finger to the very end of the wound, near his navel, and the skin sizzled beneath the pad of her finger, cauterizing the wound in that spot."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"I'm sure.\" Zane groaned out, feeling her push along the wound. He watched in slight awe as she began to run the blood along the sigils on one of her arms, but that awe faded away as he saw the black beneath the blood. When her eyes rolled, he was afraid that something wrong had happened, and he was prepared to catch her and bring her to her room, even with his blood pouring freely.\n\nAlthough when she damn near threw her hands into the wound, a sharp gasp left Zane, and he saw stars for a brief moment, the pain becoming a bit harsh. When his vision returned to him, both of her arms were coated in blood, and she was lowering her finger to his navel, right where his wound had started.\n\nWhile he had been cauterized before, this was unlike anything else he had experienced. It burnt hotter then any item used on his body, and it showed in them small, pained gasp that left him. He choked it down though, not wanting to interrupt her work."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya sat back a bit in surprise, and reached for the wet cloth she'd soaked to clean him. It steamed under her touch, and she worried it would dry before she could get the wound cleaned. Working quickly, she wiped away the excess, and gritted her teeth at the burn of her arms. It was starting to become uncomfortable, and she felt a thin sheen of sweat on her skin already. \n\nUnsure how much longer she'd be able to contain it, she turned her hand, pressing the pad of her thumb against the would where she had started before. It sizzled in the same way, and she moved her thumb carefully up and over the wound to seal it. As soon as she reached the other end she let out a whimper and stood, snatching the rag to wipe furiously at her arms to get the blood off the sigils. \n\nThey burned like they never had before, and she was starting to panic at the sensation, feeling it in her veins. The rag did nothing, and she moved to the water basin at the edge of the room, plunging both her arms to the elbow into it without regard for contamination. She'd replace it later, for now, she needed the burn to stop. Steam rose from the waters, and the lukewarm basin turned boiling around her arms. The movement of the water washed the blood, and it turned the clear water a dirty color. With the blood gone, the boil died into an uncomfortable heat before the water settled, and she pulled her arms out, dripping on the tile, to find her skin bright red from the water, and blistering in places around the sigils and her fingertips."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane's eyes widened as she worked fast, and it seemed as if she was getting worse and worse as time went on. Once she finished cauterizing his wound, he tried to get up as she worked hard to wipe the blood from her hands, but a sharp pain shot across his chest as he moved. When she threw her arms into the water bowl across the room, Zane managed to stumble up a bit, and he tried to move to her. The skin around his chest protested, but he moved closer, leaning against the wall as he did so.\n\n\"Anya.\" He called softly, moving closer to her, grabbing her elbows. \"Anya, what happened? Are you okay?\" His voice was soft, and despite the pain in his voice, he was more worried about the burns and blisters surrounding her arms."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"It's fine, it's fine.\" She repeated her voice a low rush. \"Sit down it's fine you shouldn't be standing it's fine, _it's fine_.\" She insisted though he had only asked once. \n\n\"Are you okay did I hurt you I didn't intend to do any of that it just happened and I figured it _might_ be best to use it and seal the wound at least. I didn't really get to clean it like I intended but you said you'd done so before and-\" She cut herself off, knowing she was rambling. \n\n\"You need to sit back down for a while.\" She told him finally."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Saying Marsila was having a bad day would have been an understatement. The young woman had gone out for the night almost immediately after storing all her belongings in the room she had paid for. She wanted to explore the town that was unknown to her, search for anyone who seemed distressed that she could gain a possible job from. She was gone for a few hours and returned late in the night to all her belongings missing. \nShe wasn't furious about the stolen money or weapons. What pissed her off most was the necklace they had stolen as it use to belong to her mother. It was all she had that reminded her of her parents, she missed them dearly even though it had only been a few years since she left them behind. She knew it had been more than one person as multiple scents were left behind and attempted to track them down, but was lead to multiple dead ends. \nShe was now sitting down at one of the circular wooden tables in the tavern. Fortunately for Marsila, she had paid for three nights in advance and the tavern keeper owed her a favour or two, so she didn't have to worry about keeping a roof over her head. It was only early in the evening so the tavern was still buzzing with activity as Marsila began to eye down and observe anyone who seemed even the slightest bit suspicious. Since she wasn't able to track down the thieves, she could only hope they would return."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "How long has it been without a cold drink and proper rest? How long has it been on the road, wandering from woods to mountains, from plains to marshes, without ever setting foot on a town or even a tavern on the side of the road? The main path is often not the path chosen by the man, but today he feels hollow. A cold beer would warm his soul, a soft bedding would do his body good. And those are the simple reasons that lead his whimsical nature to civilization, pressing a hand against the wooden frame of an open establishment.\n\n\nIt is only early evening, but the man is already a slight of weary in his shape and baggy under his eyes. It is not exhaustion that cripples him, even if he has spent barely an hour in the last two to three days with his eyes closed.\n\n\nThe door is swung open with the force of a push and the heavy caress of the chilling wind. Inadvertently the door is opened wide and hits the wall with a large thunk, though it is barely enough to capture the gaze of most patrons. Thuds of heavy steps are muffled by the loud music, laughing and cheering of merry men raising tankards together. This is a fragile scene, for a single misunderstanding can lead to less savory conducts. It matters little.\n\nRekkan closes the door behind him to steer off the cold and keep the heat inside. Dark brown orbs shimmer red as they scan the whole of the main room, with circular tables scattered and packed with all kinds of characters, though the large man does not seem to seek any particular company. In fact, out of all the tables, the one with but a single soul catches his attention. He shuffles his feet, walking hardened boots on the rough wooden surface. His long, red cloak shifts over most of his body, but the wanderer already removes the wrapping from around his rugged face. He slides between the table and a chair and sits, unannounced and uninvited. His back rests against the chair and his lips crack open to let out a sigh. One of the wenches comes around to serve, prompted to get a tankard of the coldest beverage. In the end, Rekkan eyes the woman sitting opposite to him and finally acknowledges her with a smooth nod. A moment later, he receives his requested drink and refreshes himself with a swig. He does not break eye contact."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "It was impossible to say the least for her to ignore the man who made himself comfortable in one of the chairs in front of her. Her eyes resembled the same shade as storm clouds as Marsila observed the giant lump of muscle in front of her, refusing to show any signs of emotion as they stared eachother down. She knew he wasn't one of the men who had broken into her room, his scent was completely different. She couldn't exactly describe it, it was never her forte to describe anything accurately, she was only able to seperate one scent from another. \n\nOnce he received his drink, Marsila leaned her taut frame over the table and rested her arms against the surface while remaining seated on the wooden chair. It would look like she was trying to understand why this man was sitting in front of her. Her defined brow raised as if to question him for inviting himself to the table she was at. \"There are other tables available, you do understand that right?\" She asked with annoyance visible in her tone. This man was distracting her from finding the people responsible for her missing items."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The mead is quite cold and it does wonders to the burning core of the man. It makes him settle and pacify rumble, making his rough expressions soften. The woman does not seem overjoyed about his nonchalant arrival, just taking a seat wherever he wants to. But isn't that the case for her as well?\n\n\"This seat was empty.\" He states cold and plain, with a deep voice and gravel tone.\n\nAcross the room, some touched characters revel in the thought of starting something less enjoyable for others while they believe to be the most entertaining for them. While they gawk at possible victims for their drunken whims, the fighter look a likes eye that barely empty table. Three, nay, four men rise from their chairs and casually stride to the same table Rekkan and Marsila are in. Two on each side, they seat and wave their tankards.\n\n\"Oi! Why dun' we cheer for the kin' and queen, ya dastardly bastar's?!\" Shouts one, quite close to the wanderer's ear.\n\nAnother is rather infatuated in his drunken stupor by the woman, seeing two fold but not enough to miss a grab of the left arm if she does not react to his reach. \"Tha' yer boyfrien' or sum rascal try'n'a tach yer fanny?\"\n\nAnd the evening was just getting good, wasn't it? Rekkan ignores them, his eyes on Marsila, his left brow a-rising, arching."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "His answer was good enough for her as she casually brought her shoulders towards her ears in a shrug. She couldn't argue with the man. She hadn't claimed the table, let alone the seat he sat comfortably in. \"Well I can't argue with that now, can I?\" She asked the rhetorical question, her voice holding a silvery tone that she used on most men. \n\nIn her peripheral vision, Marsila noticed four drunken idiots stumble their way towards the table. A heavy breath of annoyance left her lips as she leaned herself away from the table, using her arms to push herself back along with the chair she was in. This gave her enough room between her and the table so she could stand easily if a fight was to start. Though most of her weapons had been stolen, Marsila still had a dagger hidden away in her boot. It was the one thing she had taken with her to explore the kingdom. \n\nAs she felt a hand grab onto her forearm, Marsila closed her eyes and drew in her breath so she could focus on his scent. It was similar to one of the scents left in her room and raised her leg so her knee was pressing against her chest while her foot rested against the edge of the chair. Her eyes slowly re-opened as the she used her free hand to quickly slide into her boot. Within a second, Marsila twisted her body out of the seat she was in, causing his hand to rip away as she ducked under the arm he had been using to hold on to her. The man furrowed his brow in a drunken, confused state due to her sudden vanishing act, not realising she was now behind him. The shifter used her strength and forced the rounded end against the back of his head but made sure to not use enough pressure to crack his skull. The large male's body collapsed against the table's surface as she turned to the other male closest to her. \n\nTaking in his scent, she found it to be unfamiliar, meaning he had no connection to her missing belongings. \"Look, we're not asking for trouble.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The conversation develops to a dead end, though Rekkan wasn't pushing to any kind of social banter to happen. He just sat and tried to enjoy his drink. Looking at the scene unfolding before him now, the harsh wild turns out to be more comforting than the edginess of the civilized parts of this world. The wanderer simply watches as one of the men tries to harass Marsila, only to find himself in a swift jerk onto the surface of the table. This offensive action is mixed in with a passive comment, though the soup has already been stirred in the boiling cauldron. The group does not seem happy that their friend is being pinned. \n\nIn their drunken state, they shout and rise from their seats, moving onto Marsila. The one to the left of his buddy throws a wide and miserable punch with his right arm swinging from the side. It is a lousy hook, without even so much as a turn from the waist. It lacks effort and strength, though it might hurt nonetheless. The other two go about doing similar fits of stupidity. The one closest to Rekkan, to his left, throws his tankard, but misses entirely and has the mead filled container smack the back of another patron. Thus, the chain of violent reaction begins. The one that was once to Marsila's right tries to climb up the table to plant the sole of his boot on her face, but he is met with a tankard sliding across the round and wooden furniture. It smacks the side of his foot and his ankle, making it tilt and his body trip flat on the shoulder and flank of his ribs.\n\nA large, callused hand grasps the man's shirt on the region of the shoulders and yanks him off, to fly above the ground and against the wall behind Rekkan. \"That's one way of saying it.\" He barks at Marsila in a mocking manner.\n\nAs for the tavern itself, it begins a cliche of bar brawl, with tankards flying by and drunkards punching each other round."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As a hand was being thrown in her direction, Marlisa was able to watch it fly towards her in a slow motion, allowing her to raise her palm up to shield her face. Using her strength to her advantage along with their sloppy movements, the shifter was able to stop his fist from connecting with her and wrapped her fingers around his knuckles. The man wasn't able to move his hand in time to escape her blade from piercing into his forearm, between the two bones so it would appear out the other side of his arm before twisting the dagger until she heard multiple snaps. As quick as the blade had gone in, it had been removed and wiped clean against her pants. \n\nShe hadn't noticed the man to her right climbing the table as she landed her knee between her current opponent between his legs. He fell to his knees in pain as she connected her foot with his temple, knocking him out. \n\nHearing the large male mock her, one corner of her lips raised into a smirk. It amused her that he found humour in all this. Turning to her right, she noticed the male she had knocked out was no longer beside her and clenched her jaw, irritated. Her eyes searched the tavern, finding it hard to locate him due to the brawl that had broken out until they landed on the male in front of her. \n\n\"Where did that guy go!?\" Marsila asked in a slightly panicked state while pointing to the empty spot beside her. \"I need him to tell me something.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Vicious. Rekkan watches on as the woman makes short work of one of her assailants, namely that which was throwing a punch at her. The way she deals with the rascal is excessive, but what is excessive in this dark and unforgiving world? Lacking better judgment, the man made poor decision after poor decision, leading to a severe injury on his right forearm. Time will tell if it heals, but Marsila is more interested on the man that she had pinned down just moments ago.\n\nNot one to be eluded by the confusion of this petty brawl, the battle hardened swordsman leaps onto the table, takes two long running steps along its length and jumps off and above the crowd. One foot is driven on the back of the man crawling away while his broad frame and taut, muscled arms push the participants of the fight away, knocking them over chairs, tables and even each other. His foot forces the man to fall flat from the attempted crawl. A whimpering sound is muffled by a face facing ground.\n\n\"You mean this guy?\" He asks, twisting his waist and turning his back around it to face Marsila with a haughty smirk.\n\nSooner rather than later, the brawl will be tore apart by incoming guards. The onlookers and participants do not realize it yet, but one more moment or two and the place is stormed by the protectors of the people. Or so they say."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She watched him with an impressed gaze when he found the man with no hesitation and fought her way through the crowded brawl. If she had been a human female, Marsila would have been buried under all the bodies but instead, she managed to come out on the other end with her hair styled into a birds nest and her clothes torn. \n\nUsing her hands, she combed her fingers through her scalp and down to the ends of her hair, fixing the mess to her best ability. As she did so, she looked towards the man who shook like he was going to piss his pants from fear. It was aimed towards Rekkan but she couldn't care less. \"Yes it is.\" Was her simple reply before she caught the sound of guard storming towards the tavern. \"Shit.\" She panicked out as her head snapped towards the entrance of the Tavern. \n\nBefore she could waste another second, Marsila kicked her foot towards the drunk's head, instantly knocking him out. She then went down to his feet and lifted them up before she raised her head to look at Rekkan. \"Guards are coming, I have a room upstairs that we can take him. We don't have long so help me carry the body.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The guy never agreed to be part of drunken and piss drenched man carrying, but what is he going to do? He can't turn down a woman's request— rather, he can, but he chooses not to.\n\nWith a quick squat, the man sends his hands under the man and hooks each on the armpits. He lifts him up, though he does not weigh much at all. It is the union of two beings packing a good level of strength both, so it is easy for transport. Rekkan already takes the first step, walking backwards toward the stairs. His feet gain speed as he hops back one foot at a time, just as the guards storm the tavern wielding spears or shields.\n\n\"What is this?! You're all good for nothing thugs!! Everybody down on the ground!\" They waste no time imposing law and order, though their means to attain peace are in the form of shield bashes and striking at the patrons with the blunt end of their hilts or the sides of their spears. There is always the off chance of someone dying in these pacifying operations.\n\n\"A tad faster, short legs.\" He taunts the woman again, finishing the climb going two or three cases up at a time."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila rolled her eyes towards his comment about her legs. As they neared the door to her room, she nodded her head in it's direction since her hands were full. \"It's that one.\" \n\nAs they carried the body into her room, she felt the back of her shirt being latched onto and widened her eyes in shock. Her arms released the legs of the unconscious thug when she was pulled out of the room so she wouldn't be dragged out along with her. Before the thug's friend could throw her over the rails and into the crowd who were still brawling, Marsila latched onto the doorframe which resulted the back of her shirt to tear. If anyone did any more damage to her clothing, she was sure to end up without a shirt. \n\nSpinning on her heels the moment he had no hold on her, Marsila grabbed onto the front of his shirt and his left arm before throwing him into the room. Immediately after, the door was slammed shut and drowned sound of drunks being beaten into submission. Marsila was glad that she couldn't get drunk. Sure, she had tried multiple times but it never affected her. \n\nBefore the man could rush to his mate's side, Marsila jumped onto the thug's back. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waste as her right arm wrapped around his neck. She squeezed tightly around his throat while he threw his back into the walls as she refused to release him until his knees buckled from beneath. Once she knew he lost consciousness, Marsila stood herself up and stepped to the side so she was no longer standing over him. For good measure, she kicked at his head, more out of annoyance than anything. \n\nHer chest raised and fell with a quick pace as she panted, acting like she had finished a marathon as she turned to focus on the man who had been in her room. \"Well that was a highlight to my evening.\" She sarcastically commented to herself."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Following on the signal and being quick to have her open the door and shuffle inside, Rekkan is a couple of feet away from the action, yet able to see the female's shirt being torn and her instinct kicking in to defend herself and drag another drunkard into the room. At this point in time, having two knocked out thugs after the display of brutal revenge on the second one, he has... No clue what she is looking to do here. In fact, he makes it more obvious with a proper smack of his right palm to his face.\n\n\"Now that we have two knocked out drunks in your room, can you explain exactly why you asked to carry this lump of a human being in here?\" He is not annoyed, nor exactly bothered, but something in his mind is gnawing at his sense of logic. Maybe it is that he's ignorant to her ways, or simply confused about the whole situation. Unfortunately for them, it's all going to get... Worse.\n\nAs the panic at ground level is contained, more guards pour in to reinforce the law and share on the sadism distributed this evening. A group of them go up, banging on doors to get to the remaining patrons. When a room or another fall silent they tend to bashing the door open and assaulting it, only to drag anyone that is inside out. Rekkan hearkens to the sounds of intrusion and sighs. \"No end to this. Do you plan on sticking around?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She didn't blame him for his confusion but she couldn't exactly throw him over the rails like he had planned on doing to her. She preferred not to murder people. So instead, she dragged him inside to knock him out. Hearing the guardsmen nearing them, she began to panic. Rushing to the thug they had carried upstairs, Marsila placed her hands on both sides of his face so she could study every feature to remember what he looked like before leaning in to his ear as if she was whispering to him. Instead, Marsila inhaled his scent deeply so she would find it easier to track him down again. \n\n\"This bastard and a couple others broke in here last night and stole something valuable of mine.\" As she spoke, she reminded herself to take deep breaths. She had to stay in control. She would get her revenge but for now, her and this man had to escape. She didn't handle law enforcement well. Standing up, the shifter immediately went to grab the nearest chair and threw it towards the window. The glass shattered as the chair broke through, leaving them with an escape. \"I'm out of here.\" She called out, not bothered to look behind her as she heard the door break open. Pushing herself from the window sill, Marsila fell towards the ground while hoping Rekkan would follow and landed in a crouch."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The female panics. This is the second time, the second Rekkan notices so far. He sees her lean in on the man and sniff him, akin to a beast marking prey. How peculiar. The wanderer is not one to judge, especially when she claims he took something valuable of hers. Granted, she will be returning to retrieve whatever it is he and his friends stole. However, she does not want to be thrown in jail with the lot of them. Jail isn't exactly the best place in the city. Not because one is confined, but rather due to all the abuse one is susceptible to. The guy himself is not worried about that course of destiny, but it is not one that he will follow. Instead, he is rubbing the topmost phalanx of his index finger with the apex of his thumb, friction giving magical birth to a tiny, warm ember.\n\nThe window's wooden frame and glass cover is broken by a chair Marsila throws. All the fragments and pieces fall onto the hard soil of the street just as the guards begin their assault on the door. When the girl jumps, Rekkan is following, setting one foot on the sill and another leaping off the floor of the bedroom. His body pivots in this, turning his shape to face the guards coming in as the dark of night shrouds the large veil of red and his rugged expression in darkness.\n\n\"Stop!!\" Orders one of the guards, however late to their escape. That tiny fragment of inert fire is flicked by index like a sling. As it hits the ground, so too starts the descent of the man, basking the room in blinding light, like lightning flashing and thunder booming inside. This is just a mere magic trick, he dubs it, temporarily disabling the guards, dazzling them.\n\nOne could say that Rekkan is close to crushing the girl, though he did use that support on the sill to push himself further off than she would have. Instead, his cloak drapes her in his fall, his larger mass towering over hers. The guy pulls his cloak and snickers. \"So sorry~. Where shall we be heading? If you don't mind me tagging along, that is.\" He thinks that there might be more fun coming his way if he follows her, perhaps in the form of some challenge or simply entertainment. Who knows?"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She looked towards the man in front of her with her jaw hanging low. She was shocked to say the least and had thought he was murdering the guards but realised it was a mere trick when she couldn't smell the stench of burning flesh. Regaining her composure, this man truely interested her so she was more than happy that he decided to tag along side her. \"I don't know.\" Stumbled out a reply before looking up towards the window with her brows furrowed, trying to see through the blinding light until she was forced to look away. \"Just follow me.\" \n\nWithout missing a beat, Marsila began to sprint away from the tavern. She wanted to get as far away from the authority that stormed into the tavern, no thanks to them, before figuring what her next plan was. As she ran, she couldn't help the questions flooding her mind. Why did they even choose the two of them to harass? Especially when one of them had been in her apartment. She couldn't help but shake the feeling that it was more than a coincidence. Nonetheless, she was planning on finding the answers. It should be a lot easier now this guy planned on tagging along with her. \n\nAs they passed a few blocks, Marsila began to slow her pace to a jog. She could tell no one had followed them or else she would have sensed them, but in case she was missing something, the shifter kept aware of her surroundings. Her eyes turned to the large male beside her and held out her hand for him to shake. \"I'm Marsila. Thanks for trying to help me out back there.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Rekkan might have the same questions that Marsila has in his mind, but if he does, he does not share them. For him, being targeted by the law enforcement is just an everyday arrangement, something preordained by the heavens or the wheels of fate, however one may be encouraged to interpret it. Coincidence alone does not cling to his shadow.\n\nAfter several blocks, the notion of safety settles in Marsila. She slows down into a jog, with the man in tow, until they stop short a few feet off the main streets. She gives Rekkan her hand for a shake, a politeness he is not about to turn away. With respect for her overall attitude and strength, the guy does not hold back in the handshake. He sockets the crook between thumb and index on hers and lets digits wrap tightly around her. It is a firm squeeze, with his hand nearly drowning hers in the rough and callused flesh of the warrior.\n\n\"My name is Rekkan.\" He says, lips already cracking into the same haughty smirk, quite one his trademark. Yet his tone remains cold, if a little distant.\n\nThe swordsman without a visible sword releases his grip after but a solid moment, a brief passage of time that reflects much in that exchange of shakes. His is a resolute stance, she oughta remember that. If he chose to help her, it is because he finds her interesting in kind. \"We need a place to spend the night. Do you have any contacts we could use? As last resort, I have set up camp not far from town.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She did her best to not flinch from the handshake. Even though she was strong, it didn't mean she couldn't feel pain unless adrenaline was pumping through her veins. Once her released her hand, she clenched and unclenched her fist as the pain began to instantly fade. It was great to finally learn the name of this warrior, she made sure to not forget his name as she made it a bad habit to do so. \n\nWhen he asked if she had any contacts, Marsila immediately shook her head. Her parents were a kingdom away and she planned on staying far from them while Abraham was in the southern Isles the last she heard. \"I don't sorry. I'm not into socialising so I don't have many friends and all my money was stolen. I don't trust anyone who doesn't have the decency to return it. We will have to go to wherever your camping spot it.\" \n\nA sudden breeze brushed against Marsila's bare back, resulting in small bumps raising over her skin. She completely forgot she had a torn shirt so they would need to get her something to cover herself before they ventured off any further. \"Do you have anything I can wrap myself in?\" She didn't want to steal from any of the homes they were near but also didn't want to freeze and get bitten by blood sucking insects."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The guy is observant of Marsila and now she clenches and unclenches her hand. Come on, he wasn't intending on hurting her, it was just a firm shake. It does make a low chuckle slip out of his core like a bellow that rumbles up his chest and neck, out subtly from his sealed lips.\n\nListening to her reply, the man nods and thus decides to plot the course out of the walls and into the wilderness. As he recalls, he came in through the eastern gate, with the first treeline of the woods not being a long walk from there.\n\n\"Right, your shirt has been torn.\" He remembers the circumstance and doesn't take long to offer her what he can. His hands disappear into his cloak and push it up, unveiling his frame for the first time. He doesn't care much about folding the wraps that will protect the girl from the cold. His own body is a source of heat. The Vema girl can let her gaze wander through this frame, not to admire ripped muscle but to perceive the years invested in his body. Covering his fiber and donning his skin are several marks : scars and bruises from a plethora of battles, of duels and even the most trivial of falls. Only a feeble tunic protects his torso, with sleeves long lost somewhere. This better reveals his shoulders and arms, which are thick, but not exactly exaggerated. They are warrior limbs after all, not a body builder's.\n\nFrom his hands, she may remove the cloak, gazing at the palms, as calluses as they are singed and scarred. It is not only the sword that makes it so, but a background of torture and resistance, of plowing fields and mastering the flame too.\n\n\"Keep it until we find something that better suits you. Shall we?\" And without expecting an answer, he turns on his heel and makes his way to the main street, turning to the Eastern gate."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her eyes scanned over every marking that scarred his body. She could only imagine how many fights he had been included in whether it was a simple bar brawl like they had been involved with earlier or as soldier in a war. Seeing as he kept his answers to himself, she decided to do the same. \n\nTo her luck, she only had small scarring on the top of three fingers when she had gone to eat with a silver utensil. That was when she learnt that silver harmed her. Any non-silver weapons didn't harm her permanently but it did pain her whenever she was to be cut. Other than that, her skin bore no other scar so she could have easily been mistaken for someone who had never participated in a fight. She first found out about her healing abilities when she was sparring with her father. He had cut her thigh when she had was distracted one morning, but before he could do anything her skin healed over within minutes. They were completely amazed by it. \n\nFocusing on the present, Marsila wrapped the cloak around her body, engulfing herself in the warmth before following Rekkan. She found no difficulty in keeping up with the large Warrior, her eyes darting around to observe her surroundings. \"So how far is this camp?\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "They walk past the checkpoint at the gate without an utterance or grievance by the guard. To the men stationed in this wall, it is like the tavern brawl never happened. That is good enough. Rekkan hearken to the question of the girl shortly after, turning his head for a moment to not only acknowledge her words but supply her with the answer she seeks. \"Not far. It's just a bit past the edge of the woods.\" True to his words, he leads Marsila to a small camp with little else but a bedroll made of fur and a dead fire, made of ash and charred wood. \"Welcome to my humble abode.\"\n\nHe is comfortable with sleeping outside, always have been. Rekkan lives a nomadic life ever since leaving home, wandering the lands in search of thrills beyond the trivial affairs and desires of other men. To the East, he has been called a demon and a saint, though where exactly is still a mystery. One can say that he has journeyed the unknown world and knows far less of the civilised cultures than the dark corners of the globe. Still, that is but a theory.\n\n\"Feel free to sleep in the bedroll. Before you turn down, I insist. Don't mistake it for chivalry, I will simply take the first watch.\" The man states, already moving towards one of the trees. \"You can ask me anything, if you are not yet tired, but I'd prefer you rest as much as you can. Tomorrow we will deal with having your stolen money returned to you.\" With that, he climbs up the tree like a money, vanishing in the lush branches and leaves, but still at ear range. His voice a bit muffled, Marsila can hear his low chant and a mystical energy settling in the area, like a see through veil that permeates the atmosphere. If she is versed in magics, she might be aware that this is a cloak as much as it is an alarm for intruders, working most naturally where there is more flora. Thus, he needs not use so much energy."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As she witnessed his camp, a perfectly shaped brow arched. She had never slept outside the walls of a building but didn't waste time in making herself comfortable in the bedroll. She wasn't going to argue with him, instead she looked up towards the tree he had climbed with her head resting against the fur. It wasn't difficult to notice the shimmering reflection the shield made when looked at close enough. She felt the need to question him about his strange ability but did not trust him enough to answer his own questions if it came down to it. \n\nAs he took watch while hidden in the trees, Marsila began to recount the events of today. The thug's face had burned into her mind to the point where she saw it whenever she closed her eyes. She didn't want to forget his face as it had been her only clue since her belongings were stolen. \n\nHer gaze shifted towards the stars in the sky while the sounds of birds and the insects that sung to the night sky. Her eyelids began to grow heavy until she eventually passed out. As she slept, her dreams started as a peaceful image of her enjoying herself with a group of strangers. They were all laughing, like someone had humoured them with a joke she hadn't caught. In the corner of the room, she could see an image of a large cat, silently waiting in the shadows while assessing them with bloodlusted eyes. \n\nWhilst Marsila dream began to turn from a paradise to a nightmare, her body began to twitch every now and then. It was like she was fighting off the dream as a few words that sounded like mere jibberish mumbled from her lips. Talking in her sleep with unrecognisable words."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The wanderer is focused on his surroundings, objectively scouring the woods with his eyes and spiritual link to the nature that wraps around his soul. Of all the struggling nights, this one is to give him pause. The predators that prowl the dark keep away this once, though they skirt around the shield and the presence of another that complements security.\n\nHowever, it does not take long for the large man to feel a disturbance, thus turning his attention to the root of that discrepancy. Peering down through the rustling leaves and wavering branches, he can see the body of his current companion twitch and noises spout from her lips. The longer he watches, the more compelled he is to intervene, although a rude awakening often takes a sour turn for the man. Despite this, he seems keen on trying to grant a good night's rest, slipping down from his vantage point to walk to the side of the bedroom and kneel. With his knees and shin on the ground, Rekkan places his hands forward, with palms hovering over the tucked body of the shifter.\n\n\"Let's see...\" He mutters to himself, being somewhat invasive in his shamanistic methods. In order to keep her intimacy unsullied, thus deprive himself of any information that she may not want to part with, he decides to take on the form of the beast of darkness, his avatar to fire. Vicious is its name, and his conscience is linked to the primal instinct that rules this monster of black fur and chains. Its slitted red eyes wander into the dreamworld, slowly materializing body."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "\"Are you alright?\" Asked one of the female's voice who she sat close to. As she observed the home she was currently residing in, Marsila noted that it belonged to one of her aunts. She would come here often with her Mother Arielle when her father went off to work and have an afternoon tea. It was one of Marsila's favourite things to do as a child, it made her feel elegant, like she belonged.\n\nThe shifter smiled towards who she began to realise was her aunt who had spoken earlier. Her lines on her face marking the years she had age began to slowly weep blood before separating to reveal the bleeding flesh. Suddenly a snarl tore through the dream and Marsila was thrown back by an invisible force while the dream twisted around her. Her back pressed tightly against the wall, unable to free herself as she watched the scene unfold. Her mother, aunt and cousins were viciously attacked by a large feline, identical to the one she could shift into. Blood sprayed all over the furniture, walls, floor and herself as it tore into her family like they were sheep among a herd while Marsila cried out for it to stop. \n\nSilence now filled the shifter's ears as she dropped to the floor in a heap. Her knees were brought to her chest before she began to bawl her eyes out. The large feline stalked towards Marsila's crying form, the moment it reached a few steps away, her eyes snapped up towards the monsterous beast. She was unaware she was being watched as she looked into the beast's eyes and saw her own. It was like she was in a trance as her body slowly became one with the beast. It wasn't until she raised her hand to touch the animal that she noticed her hands were covered in fur and the beast in front of her was now a reflection from a sudden mirror. She was the beast.\n\nStepping away from the mirror, Marsila shook her head in fear before the scene began to once again change around her. The corpse of everyone she had a relationship, whether it was friend or family, were all laying mutilated by her paws causing her to panic. Outside her dream, Marsila had tears coming out her eyes whilst she slept and her body made light crackling noises, like it was trying to shift but her emotions were not strong enough to follow through."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Through the burning eyes of the black beast, Rekkan can see. He sees the death of strangers that slowly turned to a fragment of the past, may it be family or friend. The wanderer does not care. He observes as the dream unfolds and turns to nightmare, as the crimson runs vivid and forms puddles of blood around mutilated corpses. And before all that, the fateful exchange of glares becoming one, the frame of the mirror and the opposite side of the coin revealed. Rekkan is all but used to carnage and slaughter, contrast to the girl that loses control of her mind deep inside of it. Yet, there is hope, for in her trance the warrior does enter his own, his breath crossed with Marsila's.\n\nWhat does it mean? Rekkan transforms nightmare, doing so with the help of old technique and mystical haze. The warrior breathes in when the shifter breathes out, he takes her air into his lungs and expels it when she is inhaling, having her repeat his cycle and feel now his own oxygen. In the dream world, the dark and red twist and reality whirls, pitting the girl back into the same instance as before, being talked to by a woman that is her family, or her friend. Again, Rekkan does not know. However, under the control of the black csnid beast, he reveals its form, dreaded black appearing before the group of people and the feline.\n\nGnarls and growls echo from gaping maw with layered fangs, three lines of sharp predator teeth gleaming in the fire. It bellows with slitted eyes and lets freakish long tongue lol out of its snout. Noises turned words, Vicious challenges the feline, it stalks the same prey and declares with puffed chest and in its roar. \"They are mine!\"\n\nInstigation, violence, Vicious mocks the feline form, it seeing truth and Rekkan reading absolution. He wants to try the instinct of the girl, to see her take that form for herself, the feline, knowing she is it and it is her. Drive it and control, to protect, even if they are dreams."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As her surroundings began to crumble down into what it had been before she had seen the feline, Marsila began to instantly search for the large feline. She could feel a certain calmness wash over her body as it seemed what she had seen was nothing but a dream. Her mind couldn't comprehend that it had lost control of her nightmare when another twisted it so instead of the large beast tearing apart her family, she could only find a dog like beast. She could only assume it was the feline's replacement. \n\nThe dream made no sense as she the beast challenged her. Nothing made sense as she went to take a step forward but instead fell to her hands and knees as she loss control of her legs and hit the floor with an annoyed growl. That's when she realised she was still in her feline form. That's why she couldn't find it earlier.\n\nThe beast's voice invaded her ears and she knew instantly that it planned on attacking her family. Instead of focusing the unwanted hunger that overwhelmed her, Marsila kept her eyes on the beast and bared her teeth in a defensive manner. Now she was able to physically control the feline form rather than watch it from a distance. She stood in front of her family, her eyes brightened from their original colour and into a foggy-grey, the shifter wasted no second in attacking the canine. \"Over my dead body.\"\n\nShe didn't have any significant training in her animal forms, fearing she would lose control of she did, so she could only hope for the best as she lunged towards the demonic looking dog. The shifter used the anger that raged within the feline to her advantage, focusing on the strength it gave her as she ran towards the dog in front of her. She made sure to observe the side it leaned more towards when she ran in its direction, her claws extended from the nubs of her paws. When she reached the beast, Marsila threw herself to the side which she assumed the canine would jump towards to avoid colliding with her body while stretching her arms out to grab it if she assumed incorrectly."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The plan is not only set in motion, it works soundly with the revelation of feline fur pouncing on canid chain. Without even so much as a hint of hesitation to the claws that reflect guardian intent, the black beset charges head on, feeling its fur skewered and flesh ripped to shreds on its back and running down its sides to open its maw and bite at the lower of the cat's neck. Shredder fangs attempt to gnaw at slick fur and tear it, proving its dominance even in the fact that blood drips from it.\n\nHowever, this is Marsila's dream, this is her world, not the beast's. Even if it has taken control and twisted the sinews of her dream world, she is still above it, above Vicious and its tenacity and aggression. As long as she is unaware of that, however, she will find the bleeding monster's wounds being sealed, no matter how much amount of blood lost. It will continue attacking and ripping her apart, testing the limits of her mind if need be. After all, this being is just a medium to Rekkan's intrusion and one capable of acting on instinct, even if there is a conscience in the real world guiding it. It can simply take control the more rage it is fed."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "If she hadn't been a shifter and knew what she was capable of, Marsila would have been completely terrified of the fact her neck was being torn to shreds. Along with the canine, her wounds healed over after every attack just to be torn into again. She continued to use her claws to rip away at its flesh, growing increasingly frustrated until she threw her head back while pressing her front paws against the beast's chest. As she did so, Marsila noticed her mother looking towards her. Dangling from her neck hung the necklace that had been given to her when she ran away. The jewel gleaming from the golden shell it had been caged in. \n\nThat's when she realised this all had been a dream. Using all her strength, she threw the dog from her body to a good distance away. The wounds on her neck faded instantly as she stalked towards the demonic canine, her eyes narrowed sharply towards the best. Her hind legs sprung her forward, darting off towards the canine. All she could think about was ridding herself of this beast, for all she knew once it was gone, she would wake up. \n\nThe moment she sunk her fangs into the canine's flesh, Marsila's eyes snapped open and gasped in shock. Her chest raise and fell heavily as her lungs forced her to inhale as much air as possible. As soon as her darting gaze caught onto the man above her, the shifter's visibly relaxed before her eyes rolled into the back of her eyes as she fell back into a state of unconsciousness. A dreamless sleep that she had been begging for most nights."
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{
"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Vicious tries to not let the shifter gain the upper hand, biting and gnawing at her throat only to see it regenerate once more. As the power of the medium is lost and its influence over the world broken, Marsila can perceive that the monster's wounds no longer regenerate rapidly and that it is weakening. When the world around her makes sense as her own world and she takes over the mundus of her mind, it is over for the beast of darkness. Its form is shattered and quartered by her feline claws and fangs, though instead of rotting in death, it begins to fade into a shadow that slips from her subconscious.\n\nWide open eyes can see the trance in which the large man has set himself into. They may forget this moment or sear it in the mind, but he will forget as the link is severed and his own mind begins to swarm him with dreams and nightmares. Vicious returns to his core in the form of a lash, making his foundations stir and soul rock uncontrollably as he collapses back on the ground, his spine on the ashen campfire, shirt and skin turning white. The wanderer shivers and trembles, the first to open his eyes as it is only moments after she has collapsed into a new, dreamless sleep.\n\nHe barely remembers summoning Vicious into the dream of the shifter. Fragments fade and are replaced by the darkness of his tantric state, his body already covered in bone chilling sweat. After breathing heavily for minutes, he stands, exhausted. He forgot the sleepless nights previous to this encounter and they now take a toll on his eyes. The man, on his feet, tries to get onto a branch, but little after his first couple steps, he is falling forward on the ground. The blackout has him sleep for a while, maybe even only being woke by the shifter, if she so chooses."
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{
"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Getting back onto a more normal schedule after his time in the Isles was rough, before leaving he had a distinct regimen, but when ont the isles that sort of melted away due to Angelica absorbing so much of his attention. So, now, Eric was trying to get his routine back. Waking up early in the morning, occasionally with Angelica in the bed next to him, he would carefully change into training clothes and spar in the courtyard until sunlight or until he ran out of volunteers, which ever was first.\n\nEric was walking through the halls of Zahrada just as first light began to spill through the windows and turn the sky from purple to a dark orange. Even though there was almost a foot of snow on the ground and temperatures were dropping, Eric was almost dripping with sweat and he felt as if he was going to overheat. He greeted the coal boy who tended the torches as usually and found his door and carefully opened and slipped inside. The morning light illuminated his room enough for him to see as he began to gather his things, he had forgotten to ask for a bath to be drawn for himself so he began to gather his clothes for the day and started to put away his training equipment."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Zane had returned about a week after the rest of the Astorian party did. He returned with news that the Araedian's had hired Amalthea with hopes of keeping the Pirate King from the continent. Why, they'd yet to find out, but he'd started to gather more information. While him and Anyanka worked towards that, she was tasked with the census. She needed a full report on those who had survived the harshest parts of their winter, and as morbid as it sounded, needed to be replaced before the spring. \n\nThe lordship positions they appointed had been nearly thirty in total, from a wide variety of folks and bloods across South Feyshore. They were to attend the Spring Equinox festival in Stormalong when the time came, to discuss and problems that had arrisen in their first few months of leadership. \n\nAngelica had just left Anyanka's office when she passed Stafford in the halls, and she raised a brow at his appearance. Flushed, and drenched. \n\n\"You look like you need to be thrown into the bathhouse.\" She commented with a small smile."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric smiled more than he should have when he saw Angelica. They hadn't told anyone and he wasn't sure how private Angelica wanted to keep it, he figured she didn't want to go around shouting it from the rooftops. So, he just didn't mention it to anyone. \n\n\"Good morning to you too.\" Was his response, \"I forgot to ask for my bath to be drawn. That will take a little time.\" He explained afterward, still waiting. Apparently boiling water andm oving it took time"
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She raised a brow, it wasn't something he normally forgot. He had his routine, and training was a regular part of it. Her arms were wrapped around a fresh set of letters to be handed off, and she shifted them.\n\n\"Well it sounds as if you have two options: use the bathhouse for its intended purpose, or help me set these to their riders to be sent out to South Feyshore's court.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric rolled his eyes, \"The bathhouse is a bit public for my tastes, I prefer a private tub. I allow myself that little bit of luxury.\" His eyes moved to the letters and he got a curious look, \"What are they for?\" He asked offering a hand out to take them off her hands. \n\n\"All the riders are down there and waiting or will I need to gather them?\" Eric asked."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She almost handed them over, but she worried his sweaty hands might smear the ink on them. \"I've got it, thanks.\" She told him, and nodded her head to get him to start walking with her.\n\n\"The winter census. We need updates and RSVP's to the Equinox festival so we know I'd there are any gaps in the court we need to fill. The citizenry will be done over the next few months, so I need confirmation on who to expect reports from.\" She explained, and when they turned into the next hall she paused.\n\n\"Have you heard about Harmattan's report?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric lowered his hand and walked by her side and listened to her attractively talk about festival plans and acronyms, \"Anything I can do to help with the census? Last time I looked not everywhere has a lord or lady, so, it's effectively just being secured by whoever we have down there. I'm sure I can dispatch some of my men to get a count together.\" He offered. He said that just as they turnned the corner and she asked about Zane. He hadn't even realized Zane was back in Zahrada. \n\n\"I have not, no one handed anything to me.\" Eric responded, \"I didn't even realize he was back.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"He returned late last night. With a nasty wound and a contract to kill the Prince himself from the Araedians.\" Her voice dropped as she spoke, and she glanced to the end of the hall. \n\n\"It's something to do with Maith, I don't have all the details, Anyanka has his full report still I haven't been able to get my hands on it. But if they're still _actively_ seeking the Prince's death he won't be safe is Astoria.\" She inhaled, pushing a hand through her hair to tame her nerves.\n\n\"It could mean war with Araedia, and we don't exactly have a commander in place at the moment. I'm sure I'll be asked to start interviewing for the position. So I may need your recommendation on some of your men.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric was quiet while he talked. He left her in silence, looking to the floor, his botts falling heavily. A sigh escaped his lips and his heart raced, she would like his answer. _He_ didn't like his answer. But who else? Lord Syric was a good man, but only his area really knows him. Feyshore lacks manpower, and while it's getting better, they are a very much defeated people. Only one person has led new Feyshorians in battle and inspired them to fight their own fight. Only one person came over with Randall and worked from the beginning to fix Feyshore. At this point, Ericwas silent for awhile, he tried to find the courage to not piss Angelica off when he said it. \n\n\"Me.\" He said, as surely as he really could."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman furrowed her brow and looked up at him. \"_You_?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "\"Yes.\" Was all he could say in response.\n\n\"Hear me out, please. Feyshore is still recovering, the people can't be led by just anyone. They've only just felt peace, if you send some commander to them and tell them to goout of country to fight an offensive war, what do you think they will do? They will rout the moment any battle goes south. They will desert the moment the trail gets rough. Angelica, I know them, if they see _me_ out there, more of them will ride it out and fight longer. I don't know if there is anyone who can lead Feyshore and win in Araedia if it comes down to it."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "There were a number of reasons why she didn't like that idea, but it wasn't as if she was in a position to list personal ones. \"Eric you took a vow to serve as Head Knight of Astoria. We've discussed this, that means you're needed _here_. I can't ask South Feyshore to raise an army for an heir they've never even met, but we can ask it of Astoria. They'll rally behind whomever we find fit, but it _can't_ be you.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric shookhis head, he was the only person int his castle with any expierance commanding an army. \"'Gelica,\" He said quietly, \"Look at the map. Araedia is three times the size of Astoria, and is on Feyshore's border. What happens if you send just Astorians? What happens if they lose? Araedia will outnumber them. Araedia won't just kill the Astorians and then declare victory. They will _keep going_. Where do they go? To an unprepared Feyshore. And now it's our land, our people, our blood.\" He took a breathe, \"If you are going to do anything like this you must do it with your full force or not at all. Intentionally limiting yourself is suicide. You all saw that in Wingsway.\" He finished, staring down at her. They'd both stopped at this point, debating in hushed voices."
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{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The woman crossed her arms over her chest, holding the letters close to her as she pulled her gaze away from him and down the hall. It was a thousand mile stare, and her mind went to Wingsway as he spoke. It made bile rise in her throat to hear _him_ talk of the mission in Wingsway and it's result on the same breath he was asking to take Marcus' position. It made her blood run cold, and she wanted to tell him a firm 'No'. \n\nBut it wasn't her decision, if Anyanka felt him qualified -which he was- and capable -which he was- then she could appoint him without hesitation. She just needed to find someone _better_ for the position than Eric, and soon. \n\nHer tongue ran over her teeth, and she inhaled deeply before turning her gaze back to him, trying to steel herself. \"I'll still need a list from you, Eric. I hope not to see your name on it, but I understand if I do.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "He looked at her synpathetically, feeling almost as bad as she did. \"Listen, I don't,\" He paused and lowered his voice, \"I don't want to leave. I don't. But how can I sit in here while people, my people, go out and die on a battlefield? It is unfair to them.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"I'm fully aware it's not fair. I wouldn't send a single one of our own out of our borders for the possibility of destruction. But sometimes we don't get that choice.\" Angelica sighed, and pushed her hand through her hair once more, shaking the blonde locks with the movement as if to shake the uncomfortable conversation. \n\n\"We don't know what's going to come. This could be nothing, this could be a feud that doesn't pertain to us, and we may walk away unscathed. _However_ if it does come to light that we're forced to act, then we will discuss this later, okay?\""
},
{
"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric nodded with a sympathetic look on his face. \"Okay, we will discuss it when we find out more.\" He smiled at her after a second. \"Let's take care of these letters so I can bathe. Eric began walking, beckoning for her to start walking with him.\n\nThe idea of war once excited him with thoughts of glory, but now, it scared him. Rattled him to his core, maybe it was his experience last winter or maybe it was because of Angelica, but all he knew was he was scared. But could not let it show, he had to look confident. Fearless even, he needed to be the Sir Stafford that everyone thought of."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica nodded, and they walked together in silence. She was certain he was still trying to think of reasons he'd be the best candidate for the position, same as how she was trying to think of reasons someone else would be better. One of Zane's men, perhaps, could fill the position. They were well versed in battle, had a few successes under their belt that would qualify them. But even while she contemplated it, she knew it was foolish. \n\nEric Stafford would find himself as the new Commander of Southern Feyshore and Astoria, and she'd have to swallow her affections for the man to let him do it. \n\nShe wasn't going to risk another Marcus. If Eric showed up on their door one day, flayed like the soldier who had been in the Witherlands- Angelica swallowed, not letting the thought continue. \n\nWhen they made it to the stables, she dispersed the letters to their riders, who had already been called and were finishing their preparations. She passed out all but one letter, holding it between her fingers before her as she gave the assignments as to which routes to take. \"Steer clear of the Araedian border if you can, there's been notice of some quarrels in the area, I'd prefer you not to find yourself caught up in it.\" She told the rider assigned to the furthest part of South Feyshore. He nodded, and she watched as they departed. \n\nThe final letter she held she squeezed a bit, before holding it out to Eric. \"I suppose this one belongs to you.\" She mused, and offered him the letter addressed to Stormalong."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric watched her, seeing her dmeeanor cahnge to something fearful, he wanted to stop her, kiss her and tell her everything was okay. But he didn't, maybe he should have, but he didn't. She was quiet, and so was he. He didn't dare to push any farther lest he make her angry. So, he just followed quietly, watching her sympathetically. \n\nHe took the letter and looked down at it. \"Thank you.\" He opened it as the riders took off as they stood alone."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The letter requested full information on the Lord of the keep in question. Previous titles, current health, current status in both marriage and finance. Anyanka wanted to know who composed of her South Feyshorian court and their status. She needed to know where they had decided to build their homes, so the letter asked for current maps of their keeps, as well as knowledge on who maintained those closest to them. \n\nShe wanted to assure they were all well aware of each other, and used each other to keep themselves in check. It was a large territory, and with herself placed in Astoria, she personally worried about the set up. Angelica was a bit concerned as well, but she was willing to try it if it had the chance of working. \n\n\"You'll need to speak to the Queen soon, I wouldn't return that-\" She nodded towards the letter \"Until you've officially been asked to hold the Lordship position, but it should be coming anytime this week. I think she's just gotten busy with the results of the festival.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric read the letter over, once, twice, three times. The idea was so alien. The first thing he had ever remembered wanting was to leave his village. To do something, now, Eric was potentially the Lord of Stormalong, one of the largest cities in Marin. \n\n\"Talking to Queen Anya.\" Eric echoed with a half laugh. \"I've always had trouble with that.\" He said. \"When would be a good time to talk to her?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"There's a meeting later tonight to discuss the report, and she's got some news in regards to what happened in the Isles.\" Angelica told him. Now that her hands were empty, she folded them beneath her breast, gripping at her elbows. \"You're welcome to attend, I think you were actually slated to be there over dinner.\" She mused, trying to remember if his name was mentioned or not. The news wasn't delivered by Anya herself, but by letter. Anya had apparently locked herself in her quarters for the day to recoup from _something_ that had happened the night prior. Angelica was still unaware as to what it was, and she assumed she'd be told later tonight.\n\n\"Before any of that though, you do need to bathe.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "\"I guess I should wear my best then, do I get all my news through you now?\" Eric sked with a smile, takign a glance for anyone else and he slipped in and pulled her into a hug. \n\n\"I will definitely need to bathe.\" He said before planting a quick kiss on her lip. \n\n\"I will go right now, actually.\" He said, letting her go."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "His smile earned a small smirk, and she let him pull her into a hug. The kiss was quick, and she was grateful for it. No one in the castle knew anything about them or their relationship, and she intended to keep it that way as to not look biased in her position. He released her, and she reached for his arm, catching his wrist. \n\nShe let her blue eyes roam over his collar, and she released his hand, tapping the dip of his throat with her finger. \n\n\"Don't... Let them launder that shirt. Toss it in my chambers when you're finished with it.\" She said simply, and turned on her heel so he wouldn't see the flush of her cheeks at the comment before heading back to work."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Her eyelids slowly cracked open, welcoming the light as it contributed to waking her up. She didn't remember anything about what had happened last night besides the weird nightmare she'd been able to turn over. Her brows furrowed at that. She was trying to figure out what it had been that invaded her dreams but was left clueless. It had never happened in her dreams before and they usually had similar outcomes. \n\nHer gaze glanced around until she spotted the male sleeping not far from her. She was sure he was to take the first watch but it seemed that he never woke her up to do so. Last she remembered, he had been up in the trees. \n\nSuddenly her eyes widened as a horrid thought occurred in her head, resulting in her rushing to Rekkan's side and forgot all about the dream. She was sure to not touch him when she studied his body, looking for any signs of injury in fear that he had fallen from the branches. She couldn't smell any wounds that were freshly bleeding and his steady breathing indicated he was alive. Perhaps he thought it was safe enough to pass out? A breath of relief left her lips as she sat back down beside his body. \"Fucking hell.\" She muttered. After the events of last night, the shifter was now on edge. \n\nGrabbing onto the arm of Rekkan, she shook him roughly in hope to wake him up. Her fingers dig into his flesh, enough to cause a bruising as she did so while rocking the muscle covered male."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric hated to see her leave but liked to see her walk away, his look lingered for a moment. Then he left to his chambers and gathered some new clothes and went to where the warm bathe was waiting. As usual, some young servant was in the room who blushed when he entered. \n\n\"Thank you, continue your duties.\" He dismissed, she nodded and scurried away. He closed the door behind him and disrobed, sinking into the bath. \n\nThe bath didn't last long, it was just long enough to get himself clean. Once he was out of the bath he dried and changed into something nicer, his greens and tarnished golds he had taken to since coming to court. He stepped out to a waiting servant who was there to drain the bath. She offered tot ake Eric's extra clothes. \n\n\"No, I'll take them.\"\n\nHe said before walking carefully toward the wing Angelica lived in. Eric slipped in and laid the lcothes out neatly on her bed, just as he knew she would like. Folding them so there wouldn't be wrinkles."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The man himself will forget the events in detail of the end of last night, but in spite of memories fragmented, he will know about his attempt in tranquilising the woman from her restless sleep. It is but an effect of his own choice of tools, using a medium to intrude in her subconscious.\n\nBy dawn, the rays of light pierce the plethora of leaves and settle on his back. He has barely moved since his collapse, courtesy of the strain and the continuous days of scarce sleep. But now, his body feels itself recovering, only to suffer a rouse from the sharp nails of the shifter on his arm. His eyelids twitch at first, then they clench. Finally, they open slowly, his conscience groggy and gaze blurry. The warrior moves his palms against the ground and heaves himself up in a push up before bending knees to a crouch and standing. Rekkan turns to the girl that has woke him up and rubs his eyes.\n\n\"Good morning...\" He mumbles, half annoyed at being woken up instead of being let sleep through the day. However, that could prove fatal, just in case someone came upon the camp. They were lucky enough not to get the guard on their trails. With a stretch, his muscles tense until sweet release of morning bodily grip gives him a moment pure bliss in relief. \"I needed that. Now. Shall we retrieve your money, Marsila?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The moment she heard him groan, Marsila released Rekken's arm and stood herself up, stretching her legs as she did so. She could hear the annoyed tone in his voice but it didn't matter to her. They were wasting every minute they had slept in, not that she appreciated the good night's rest as she hadn't had one in a long time. Unfortunately her mother's necklace meant more to her than sleep or the money that had been stolen from her but she kept that to herself. She was unsure whether or not he would understand why she wanted it back so badly over the money. \n\nRaising her arm's over her head, she stretched the muscles that had become stiff while she slept and leaned backwards until she heard multiple audible pops. Marsila Enjoyed the feeling of the breeze against her body, even when her back was visible and took on most of the cool air. The cool mornings she enjoyed, the night breeze was another story. Turning to face Rekkan, she pulled the bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled on the skin. She was trying to think of ways that allowed her to find her necklace. \n\n\"Going back to the tavern would be a start.\" She began, her mind attempting to form up some plan. \"We could find a way to track down the man from the bar last night and hopefully he would lead us to the rest of the group who stole my shit. It is best that we don't check the cells, from the show you put on last night, I doubt they wouldn't find it difficult to recognise you. What was that anyways?\" She questioned, unable to hold the question as it had been picking at her since it happened."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "His eyes gain clarity after the stretch, their own lida working themselves out with a clench and several blinks to ascertain reality. Rekkan turns around to face the girl that speaks of their best possible route in finding the culprits, starting with the same tavern they were in last night.\n\nShe expresses her curiosity for the blinding clarity of last night and how going to the cells might be a hindrance considering what he did. Truth be told, it wouldn't matter if he did or not, the guards were hellbent on arresting everyone. Still, he finds her curiosity in need of sating. It's not like that is some some sort of hidden technique either. \"You mean the flash of light as we did our escape?\" He smirks softly, how much his lips can stretch smirk early in the morning. \"Child's play. Just a trick of many in my book. You could call it magic, too.\" It is magic more than it is a simple trick. He did not create the illusion of, but rather clearly used the illumanting properties of fire and subtracted the volatile form of the energy to cause a disturbance in the senses.\n\n\" To be more specific, it is a trick associated to fire, mixed with long years of practicing the element. When you have lived a long time, you have some sort of advantage in learning and mastering more.\" Rekkan lets out a chuckle and doesn't add more to his answer. There is no need, either. \"Shall we get going, then? You seem in a rush. Wouldn't mind helping you find them as fast as possible.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane entered the meeting room, a large room with an equally large, round table resting in the middle. His chest still hurt from the rushed cauterization, but he could manage. His gaze swept the room, and he took note of the usual appearances of Anyanka and Angelica, and the confusing appearance of Eric Stafford, standing at the table. He made his way to the open side of the table, a grimace on his face. \n\nAngelica was muttering something under her breath, probably bad mouthing him, and he smirked softly at that. \"We had this conversation before, Angelica. I may have called the meeting, but you showed early. Don't complain for me being on time.\"\n\nHe tuned out whatever she said in response, and turned to face Anyanka. His gaze dropped to her arms for a moment, and his grimace returned full force. He had to talk to her about what happened in the infirmary when they had a free moment.\n\n\"Well, we need to discuss what will happen with Araedia.\" He started off, tapping softly on the table. His gaze looked between Anyanka, Angelica, and Eric equally. \"What are your thoughts?\" He asked the table, gesturing around."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Zane was, unsurprisingly, the last one there. She assumed he might be late due to his injury, so the fact he showed up on time was impressive, though he immediately felt the need to defend himself to Angelica, who had simply been saying the man looked like shit. \n\nWhich wasn't wrong. \n\nAnyanka was quiet as he spoke, her eyes watching the chair across to her left. Angelica was to her right, and Eric to her right, and Zane at the far end. In the chair to her left, sat Marcus. Though of course, no one else could see him. She kept her gaze low, staring at the man's chest in an effort to make it look like she was just tired and zoned out, and not staring at the spirit of their dearly departed general. \n\n_\"Before any decision is made about Araedia, there's more information that they should know, don't you think?\"_ He muttered, his eyes locked on Angelica who unknowingly sat right across from him. Anya swallowed, finding her throat surprisingly dry and her eyes widened a bit as Marcus leaned forward, reaching to place his hand over Angelica's that rested on the table. \n\nAnya moved quickly, her hand slamming on the table to cut him off, and he retracted with a surprised look as the sound of her hand on the wood echoed through the meeting room. It hurt like hell, and she inhaled sharply, all too aware of the blisters on her fingers. \n\n\"Before we talk about Araedia, there's more to discuss.\" She said, filling the new silence in the room. \"Maith asked me to go to Azarya.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric stayed quiet through the meeting, Eric had arrived about the same time as Angelica, mostly coincidentally. Once hearing the bombshell that was Anya _leaving_ for Azarya, his eyes locked on her. Eric was freshly bathed, his hair still a little dark from his bath and down up nicer than usual, mostly to impress Angelica who had made fun of his appearance earlier. \n\n\"If I may ask, your grace, _why_?\" As nicely as he could, but it was clear he didn't like the idea of their queen just going to Azarya."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"He's contacted a necromancer there, someone he thinks might be able to help Mikhail.\" The redhead inhaled, and straightened. \"He doesn't trust anyone to take him besides himself or myself, and it's not as if he's able to make the journey.\" \n\n\"Anya, we've _tried_ magics with this. It's not going to do anything.\" Angelica murmured softly, and Anya raised a shoulder, a bit defensive. \n\n\"He's not the same as he was, he's not-\"\n\n\"Anya, he _died._ No one comes back from that the same. He wasn't _supposed_ to come back. Nathaniel was cruel in bringing him back, and I'm sorry to have to be the one to say this but you _cannot_ keep risking your kingdom and life over magics that aren't working.\" \n\nThe blonde tensed, her brow knitting together in sympathy, and she reached for Anya's hand on the table. Anya flinched, but let her take it. \n\n\"I love Mika, with all my heart, we all do. But hasn't he suffered enough?\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"I have to agree with Angelica on this.\" Zane mumbled, moving to sit next to Anya. He raised his hand to her shoulder, ignoring the stinging in his chest. \"You can't keep doing this. There will be a time when you try something like this, and neither you or Mika will come back.\" Despite saying this, Zane also knew she wasn't against running off to do things, so he was already thinking of people from his network to keep an eye over her, just incase the worst came to pass."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric was quiet, seeing he was the odd one out. He wasn't entirely for Anya leaving, but if someone could help the poor boy, it might help solidify his status as an heir. The boy is brush stroke from death, and the moment he dies, Feyshore and Astoria are without an heir. That could lead to a succesion crisis, civil war, and before we all knew it a second Fall of Feyshore. \n\nHe looked at Angelica, then, realizing the apologetic look he gave he looked at Zane to break suspicion as to why he kept glancing at her. He and Angelica promised to keep their personal lives out of work. So, he decided to see how many times he could disagree with her in a day.\n\n\"I didn't have the pleasure of meeting Prince Mikhail,\" He said quietly but clearly, \"But if he is as bad as you all claim he is, we should be turning over every rock to help him. Anything, because he is the heir. If our heir cnnot feel things, and is within an inch of death, for the sake of Feyshore and Astoria we need the strongest heir we can make him. Is Azarya at least _safe_?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya lifted her chin a bit, readjusting in her seat. Marcus had disappeared the moment Zane moved into his seat, but she was very aware the man was standing behind her, watching over her shoulder. \n\n\"The decision has already been made. Eric is to travel to Stormalong tomorrow to retrieve him and bring him home.\" Her gaze moved to Eric. \"_Heavily disguised._\" She said, adding as much weight to the words as possible. \"You deliver him here, we set out with the alchemist I have hired to come with us. We will spend no longer than a month in Azarya.\"\n\nAngelica's lips parted \"Anya-\"\n\nThe Queen closed her eyes. \"_Please_ do not fight me on this.\" She said softly, and Marcus' hand fell onto her shoulder. \"There are more reasons I want to go than just Mikhail.\" She pulled her hand from Angelica's and turned them over on the table. \"Last night I went to clean Zane's injury, the blood triggered the sigils. I felt like I was on _fire_.\" She murmured, and exhaled. \"My skin grew hot enough to cauterize his wounds with a _touch_. I can feel this building, something is happening, and it's only getting worse. Mikhail is getting worse. If I don't find a way to get us _both_ under control, Astoria and South Feyshore won't have a ruler at all.\" As she spoke, Marcus squeezed her shoulder, and she sighed once more. \n\n\"Maith is sending reinforcements for you all, to help run the kingdom in my absence. I don't intend to be gone long, and I will be in _constant_ contact.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"I just want it to be known, I don't support this.\" Zane told them, looking between everyone there. \"But, if that's what you want, that's what will happen.\" He sighed at that, and rolled his shoulder as best he could. Instead of thinking of who he could spare to watch Anya in case she ran, his thoughts now went to who he'd have shadowing them. Most likely the group that went to Araedia with him, as they were the one's with the most combat proficiency.\n\n\"As much as I wish that was all we had to talk about, there's still the problem with Araedia. They hired Amalthea to kill Mika, and while that isn't something that can go unpunished, I don't believe we should go to war with them.\" He told the three, his face stoic. \"While I was there, I met with their Head Knight. He alone struck me as a strong figure, and rumors have it that he's the owner of the sole domesticated Griffin. The size of their army, even in the Capital alone, was immense.\" He shook his head, and sighed. \"I have some people heading there to scout out their Capital, but I fear that there will be too many.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Which is why I wanted to bring up the fact that you three will be ruling in my stead. I need a solid answer on what our intentions are with Araedia before I leave. I don't want to come back to some stupid decision having been made.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric tilted his head at the news that he would be escorting the prince to Zahrada. \"Of course, what time do I depart?\" Eric asked, before Zane began talking. \"How else do you punish someone for attempting to murder our _prince_? That is an attack on Feyshore and Astoria. On our stability. We need to do something, because if the news gets out that we knew and then did _nothing_, others will know we are afraid to act.\" Eric commented, going over the numbers. He could raise a fair sized Army in Feyshore and something decent in Astoria. The Storm-Men-At-Arms are some of the best equipped and are likely more battle hardened than any Araedian commander. HAving fought a war before landing in Feyshore and a counter insurgency for three years. \n\n\"Should it come to war, I want the command. I can raise every single man who can hold a spear in Feyshore, and I can keep them fighting to the last. I'm also one of the only people in the kingdom who has actually won battles, and has ran supply lines near the Southern borders. I know the country, I know how to move an army there.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"You may be able to raise an army, and you may know how to move an army in the Southern Borders, but what good will all that do when they run those men down?\" Zane fired back, raising a brow. \"Cause when I say this, Eric, I mean it. In their Capital alone, they probably had more men then you could ever hope to raise. That's not including what they can raise from the other cities in their kingdom.\" He sighed as he started to tap the table. \"That's without even knowing their supplies, their high ranking officers, or anything else that could grant us a leg up. Besides, we don't even need to know their numbers, cause I can say this with certainty. It won't matter. They outnumber us, have more supplies then us, and they'll more then likely be more coordinated the we are.\" He raised his gaze from where it rested on his hands, and let his gaze cross everyone's own. \"So tell me, why should we fight a war that we have no hope of winning? What will be the point in that? Some petty attempt at revenge? Trying to keep an image, when we're still trying to rebuild? What do we get out of this, other then nothing?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica pressed her lips together, listening to both Zane and Eric. Exhaustion radiated off of Anya, and she was fighting to keep her eyes awake, but the men seemed too busy choosing sides to notice. \n\n\"I don't want a war. We can't afford one right now. Not if Anya is going to be gone, not if Mikhail is going to be on the continent. We don't have the men or means, and we're _already_ struggling to get South Feyshore out from it's ruins. The winter hasn't been kind, they're surviving, but barely.\" She looked to Eric, and laid her hand on his thigh. \"Thinking in terms of the cost of lives, it's not worth it.\"\n\nAnya nodded, her hand moving to her shoulder under the guise of playing with her hair. \"At least not yet.\" She said, though her voice echoed when she spoke. Marcus had said it too, and the undertone of her voice was so distinctly his that Angelica tensed. \n\n_\"Get yourself acquainted with the gifts you were given. You'll be able to handle Araedia with Maith's help when the time comes. But that's not now._\" He told her, and patted her shoulder. He moved across the room, practically gliding with every step. As he passed Angelica, his hand grazed her shoulders, and there was the slightest indication of movement on her hair as he passed, and the blonde shivered before pulling on the sleeves of her coat. \n\n\"Give me the month. We'll see what information comes up, and what I can accomplish. It'll get us out of the deepest part of winter, and hopefully on the rise. We don't _actually_ have enough information to do anything yet, but I want you all fully aware that _something_ is going on.\" She sighed, and looked to Eric. \"While I'm gone, you'll be needed in South Feyshore. Zane and Angelica will handle the Astorian affairs, and Angelica can travel between to assist. But we've spoken about it, and since the timing is seemingly impeccable, I suppose now is as good of a time as ever to offer you the Lordship position in Stormalong.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric tensed when offered the double edged sword. He was needed in Feyshore, in Stormalong, a hundred miles from Zahrada and more importantly, Angelica. A sigh escaped his lips, the burden of responsibility on his shoulders, looking at Zane, Anya and lastly Angelica for a noticably longer amount of time. \n\n\"I accept, your grace. Thank you, you're too generous to me.\" He said, truly appreciative of the titles and positions. But somehow it stung, he wouldn't see Angelica for while once he left. \"While I'm there I will cooperate closely with our new lords and ensure that Feyshore will have an army ready at a moment's notice. \"When shall I depart to pick up Prince Mikhail?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Tonight, if you can. Otherwise tomorrow morning, before dawn. I don't want you traveling the main roads. Mikhail is to be concealed at all times, I'll give you something to help change his appearance on the road, but I don't want anyone knowing who he is or where you're headed.\" She looked to Angelica, who's gaze had dipped to her lap. \n\n\"You'll return him to a safehouse at the edge of Zahrada, where myself and Doctor Coren will meet you, as well as the Alchemist. After the drop off I'll expect you to gather what information you need to begin your work in Stormalong.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane looked between the three others as they discussed when Mika was going to be picked up, deciding to let them know about his plans. \"I'm going to send a group of my agents with you, Eric. They'll be shadowing you while you pick him up, and they'll be following you to Azarya. They'll be under orders to not interfere too much, but will be told to step in if things go wrong.\" He sighed as he felt a bit of phantom pain lace up his body, the feeling of the blade biting into the skin and shredding it, flashing into his mind for a moment. \"You won't have too worry about their combat abilities, I can promise you that. You'll find their combat prowess to be a lot better then their status as spies would make people think.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric looked to Zane, \"Extra eyes never hurt aslong as they can keep up. I ride fast, and, for most part I can hold my own in combat. So they won't need to emerge from hiding.\" Eric then turned to Anya, \"I will set out as soon as I can, but,\" He paused, \"I will ride hard for Stormalong, I should be able to leave before midnight. It will take time, especially on backroads, to get there and back. But I will go as quickly as the prince can take.\" Eric said."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka nodded. She'd expected Zane to want to shadow her, and she wasn't opposed to the idea at all. \"Thank you Eric, you're dismissed, go prepare for your journey.\" When she dismissed him, Angelica looked up.\n\n\"May I be dismissed as well, this conversation has given me a headache.\" The blonde murmured, and Anyanka gave her chancellor a sympathetic look. Undoubtedly the headache was from Marcus' touch, and the Queen nodded. \"Yes, you may go as well, Angelica. Try and get some sleep, I'll alert you before I head out.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric bowed his head, rose, looked at Angelica and then walked out quietly, holding the door for Angelica and closing it once she passed it. \"Well, this complicates things.\" Eric muttered to her with a tone of amusement that was generally reserved for her. He tried to set a lighter mood for her, knowing how often stress and worry crushed her."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane saw Eric and Angelica leave the room, and sighed as they went. \"Anya, I wish to speak to you about something.\" He asked the woman, turning to her. Zane took note of her tired appearance, and sighed softly. She looked like she was trying not to pass out, so he stood and offered her his arm. \"We can discuss it somewhere else if you'd like.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The two left, and Anya watched the door for a long moment, trying her best not to let her head lull. She hadn't slept, her body was aching and she felt like she was burning alive from the inside out. It wasn't a fever, she knew that much, it was magically inclined, and partially why she agreed to go North. \"Of course.\" She said simply, and took his arm, finding him practically freezing in comparison to herself. \n\n* * * \n\nAngelica followed Eric out of the meeting room and into the hall, and immediately grabbed for his hand. He made a joke about things now being complicated, and she tried not to smack him for it as she lead him away from the room. When they came across the first parlor they could she shoved him inside, and closed the door firmly behind her. \"Are you _trying_ to get yourself killed? We're trying to maintain peacetime for the sake of surviving the winter and you're pushing for a war!\" She released him, and pushed both her hands through her hair, turning to pace the room. \"And now Anya is leaving and you'll be in Stormalong and now _I'm _ expected to step in to fill a power vacuum the size of a magical queen and all I can think about is _you_ wanting to run off to Araedia and start a battle we can't win right now.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "\"I didn't mean to go _tomorrow_, but we need to start preparing _now_. We are in winter, you can't fight wars in winter, but we need to be prepared for first thaw.\" She kept pacing, and before speaking he walked up to her, held her by the shoulders and kissed her. He held it for a few seconds before pulling back. \"Everything I have been taught since Randall found me was how to wage war. How to prepare for war, how to lead men to kill other men. 'Gelica, come the Spring, I am going to push for us to give Araedia an ultimatum, hand over everyone involved in our prince's murder, or I will go and rip them from their holes myself.\"\n\n\"You are a perfect fit to fill in for the queen. You're the best administrator in Marin, you are bold, decisive, and better at math than I could ever hope to be. If any of her lords anywhere give you trouble, I am a letter away and I will kick their doors in and fix them.\" He kissed her again, a peck, \"You got this. You can do this. Imagine how I feel? I haven't a _fucking_ clue on how to be a lord.\" He said, holding her close. \n\n\"But this can wait, I have a prince to pick up. When I come back with Mikhail, I will see you one last time before returning to Stormalong.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "When she grabbed his arm, he made sure that he didn't touch any of her burnt or blistered skin. He lead the way to her room, keeping the pace slow so that she could keep up, and not fall asleep. Zane could feel the heat she was radiating, and it scared him a bit. While he was grateful she had healed him, he also wished it didn't come at this kind of cost.\n\nThey made their way to her room, and Zane led her to the bed. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, before he moved to the basin in the room. He grabbed one of the hanging rags and wet it, wringing out the excess water as he pulled it up. He moved back over to the woman, and began to run the rag over her burnt and blistered skin.\n\n\"I never got to thank you for healing me.\" He mumbled down to her, moving the rag as softly as he could. \"You ran out as soon as I sat down.\" He stalled a bit, before he continued. \"While I am grateful, promise me you won't try something like that again, please.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The kiss was quick, but his grip on her shoulders stopped her pacing. She held his gaze when he spoke about Randall, about war, about Araedia and things they didn't even _know_ about yet. He was so eager to place the blame when they weren't even certain _why_ they were blaming them. She needed more information to be furious, she was a firm believer that you needed evidence to prove a claim, and a reason behind it. They hadn't found a reason yet as to _why_ Araedia would want Mikhail dead, at least not fully. \n\nHer eyes moved away from him, welling up a bit because the day had turned so sour so quickly, and she was thoroughly overwhelmed at the idea of herself being the only one left in court. Zane would no doubt be bouncing around their territories, trying to gather information. He left at the drop of a hat all the time. Marcus was long gone, Anyanka would leave, and now Eric would be gone too. She worked best with someone to bounce ideas off of, and she'd be the only one left who was on their level. The blonde inhaled, but her breath hitched before her hands moved up to her face, wiping furiously at the tears that ran down her cheeks. _Why was she crying?_ She felt foolish for worrying, considering she'd also be the only one safe at home. \n\n\"Go,\" She said finally, wiping at her face. \"Go get Mikhail, be _careful_. He'd got a bad shoulder and I don't think he's ridden in over a year. Keep your eye on him, keep him safe. Keep _yourself_ safe.\" She put her hands on his chest and gave him a small push to get him to go."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "\"That's pretty cool.\" Was her simple reply, not bothering to go further into it. He impressed her entirely and she hoped he planned on sticking around her for a while. Walking back towards the bedroll she slept in, her slender fingers wrapped around the neck of the cloak he had lent the shifter and slid it over her shoulders. The warmth engulfed her body instantly, she enjoyed the heat and the cover it gave her but she would need to return it. The piece of clothing was not hers to keep, she just needed it until she found the thug's. \n\nTurning her head over her shoulder, Marsila looked towards Rekken with a small frown planted on her lips. \"I can't exactly help that I am desperate to get my things back. The longer we wait, the less chance I have at retrieving it. I'm only ever good at tracking down someone I know the name of along with the face.\" \n\nShe was clearly frustrated at not having the chance to find the answers she had been seeking before the guards interrupted them. If they had more time, Marsila may have found what she needed."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The wanderer watches as Marsila wears his cloak once more. It is quite large for the shorter being, draping the ground as she moves around, but it does suit her, overall. If she likes red like he does, maybe she will find herself wearing something similar. Or maybe not. The guy is just thinking trivia. He does say, \"You look good.\", though it is a genuine compliment cloaked in a jest. The guy smirks.\n\nShe speaks of how she was close to finding out where they stashed her stolen goods, but by now the guy thinks it is somewhere more obvious than some hidden hole or cache. \"We should take a peek in the black market. High chance they already sold it off or paid some debt. People like that usually steal to get an extra bit of coin or pay their moneylenders. Do you know where the black market would be in this town?\" His guess is the sewer system, as it is usual, but he does not know the layout of town, nor where to begin. This is his first time visiting, or rather second, since the two came out to camp in the woods."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila raised both of her brows in surprise to the compliment before lowering her eyes to her own body, her fingers reaching to the material of the cloak so she could pull it out more to study it. Once she was finished, her gaze snapped back towards Rekkan while a small smile parted her lips. \"Thankyou.\" \n\nAs he mentioned the black markets, the smile fell instantly. She had never been to the black markets, nor did she plan on seeking it out. Marsila has heard stories about them and the dangers of going alone, there was always atleast one in every kingdom. She shook her head. \"I have no clue about where we would find it. I've scouted the town when I first came here but because I wasn't searching for it specifically..\" \n\nA dreaded sigh could be heard as she thought of her mother's belongings now lost to some strangers. \"What if it had already been sold?\" Her voice shook slightly as she did her best to calm herself down. It was easy for her to over exaggerate so she did her best to think of their situation logically. \"If we are going to search for the black markets, we will have to find the stingiest part In town. I assume we could find a lead there.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The guy doesn't want Marsila to feel bad about it before searching true and proper. They can still locate it, he's sure. But what is it? Surely she isn't going on about her money and the guy caught onto it already. \"Look,\" He says \"I will need you to come clean with me for a second. It's easy enough to realize you're not looking to get your money back. They took something important from you.\"\n\nHe looks off to the separation of trees and brush and sees beyond, onto the walls of the town. There, he can see the gates which appear small in the distance, blotted out by flora. \"If it is an object you are missing, and a dear one, I have the ability to try and track it down. Especially if it holds some kind of magical power. If not, we will improvise. I am a man of many qualities. You can call me the leading man.\" He's boasting coming to the end of this little monolog, but he's not half wrong. Sort of.\n\n\"So...\" He turns to the girl. \"What is it you are looking for?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila was struggling to know whether or not she should trust this man. He had only met her the other day and she didn't have much faith in others but, her necklace meant too much for her to lose. When he mentioned magical properties it may have held that he may be able to track, Marsila decided she would need to put her trust in him. \n\n\"It's a blue jewel encrusted in gold. My father carved my initials into it so that should make it easier to find.\" Even though her main reasoning for wanting to search so badly for it was because it belonged to her mother, but she would be lying if there wasn't something else to it. Her father had left to find a mage and managed to pay her into enchanting the jewel, this way she never had to worry about losing control over her shifts. \"I don't care about anything else but this. So how are you going to trace it?\" \n\nMarsila knew what he was capable of but couldn't help the doubt that settled in her stomach. She would have to go back to her parents for them to make another, that was the last thing she wanted. She couldn't stand the thought of seeing their anger and disappointment on her return for her leaving without a word. She would have worried them sick."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The man listens intently to physical and magical detail. With a general idea of its looks and the type of magic attached to the jewel, it might not be hard at all to find the item. It is just a matter of it still being in town or not. With any luck, they will be able to find it still in the morning. Rekkan only hopes he can, as the enchantment seems to be important. In order to track it, the warrior will have to filter the magics in the town, which might be easy considering arcana is usually tied to talented people, not just any commoner. Spiritual signatures are one thing, but delving into the traces of magic makes it all the more easy.\n\nRekkan nods and begins walking towards civilization. He only answers her question when they are already out of the woods and walking the open road to the town gate. \"It should not be hard to track. I will try to scan the town for its particular signature. These kinds of enchantments are usually focused, meaning they anchor themselves to the core, the jewel. It will give off a strong aura, one that must overwhelm the nature of the user.\" He explains, trying to make sense. He is not the best teacher, truth be told.\n\nThe wanderer greets the guards and walks past them. When he is a few blocks into the town, he makes a sharp turn left and enters an alley. Once in the narrower path, Rekkan opens third eye (figuratively) and begins to chant. Through his gaze, he begins to see the sinews of reality and how beings and objects are braided. His dark brown eyes peer with shimmering red in the pupis, storming irises, being guided by the shapes of bright lights with blue hues. Arcana is close. He skirts the market and little more through the alleys until they reach an unsavory part of town, the sewers. It is there that he sees, granted possible vision, that a magical item might be in the old warehouse, derelict and abandoned, just two blocks away. For an old building, it is brimming with spiritual energy. The black market, perhaps?\n\n\"We might need to fight.\" He says. \"This will be no bar brawl, nor will they think twice about killing you if they feel like it.\" Rekkan goes to the side of his pants and searches his improvised pocket. He takes a leaf from it. From the sheathe on his thigh, he draws Vryska's gift. He hands both to the girl. \"The dagger for offense. The leaf, clench it tight on your off hand. It will protect you when you are in danger.\" The dagger itself is a well made hunting dagger, crafted with runes of mysterious design, whirls and spirals. There is a certain warmth to it, though it lacks enchantments. Like the creator gave their all to make it, deep affection. The leaf looks like a regular leaf, only, this one definitely holds magical properties. It is hard to say what. When Marsila clenches it in her fist, she will find its fluid coating her enclosed palm."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "His heart did a back flip and his stomach sank when he saw the tears roll down. His throat dried up, and he instinctively pulled her into a close embrace. \"I'll be back, it's only a couple days. Stormalong is miles of _my_ country, I know it, better than anyone. I'll be with you before you notice I'm gone, okay?\" He asked, his hold on her tightening. \"We both have jobs to do.\" He pulled out of the hugs and lifted her chin up so he could look at her better, then wiped a tear off her cheek with a reassuring smile. \"It will be a good bonding experience for the Prince and I.\" Eric said, \"I haven't met him yet.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marlisa followed in Rekkan's steps, listening carefully as he educated her on the aura of signature enchanted, or any magical items held and how he would be able to locate it. Her head slowly nodded, the shifter had very little knowledge about my types of magic, if any at all. She barely knew about her own self, Marsila wasn't sure how many animals she was able to form into. So far she couldn't only shift into three seperate beasts but wasn't sure if there were many to come. \n\nShe continued to follow Rekkan past the guards and through the small streets until they reached a narrow alleyway. Her steps faltered when she heard him begin to chant, she attempted to decipher the tongue he spoke in. \n\nFighting was the least of her worries. The animalistic side of her enjoyed fighting but Marsila could only hope it wouldn't escalate where she is forced to shift. That would have been difficult to give an explanation for. When he mentioned the possibility of her being murdered, Marsila simply shrugged her shoulders, not caring too much about his warning. Unless they had weapons made of silver, she would be fine. It didn't stop her from accepting the dagger and leaf from Rekkan though, she was grateful for anything that could possibly help. \n\n\"Sounds like fun.\" It wasn't a sarcastic comment, the shifter was still excited from the last fight though it had only been a typical bar brawl like he had mentioned earlier. Marsila also assumed that it would be a group she was to fight rather than only a couple others. \"So you found it?\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The words he chants are cryptic and old, mystical verses taught to deepen his understanding of the world and energies around him. Even he cannot perfectly translate them, though his is a raw perception. It is engraved in his core through trial, error and, without a great other explanation, gut feeling. Catalysts come in several ways to the shaman and shamanka scattered through this world and the next, his being melody brought to him by his mentor.\n\n\"I found a signature of a magical amulet. If it is your own, there is only one way to find out. We are going in uninvited, so I do not know what kind of reception awaits us.\" He explains, his feet already shuffling once more along the beaten path of the slums. Upon the derelict warehouse's side door, he uses his knuckles to knock on the door and awaits an answer. As it is to be expected, a voice on the other side demands a password that neither of them have. \"Just our luck.\" The warrior says out loud, which makes the voice pause before sending them off with a curse to boot. \"Fuck off!\" That's not the most pleasant of things to say, so Rekkan thinks of no other way but to crash the party neither he or the shifter were invited to.\n\n\"So much for being polite.\" Is what he says before bringing his right leg up and using the sole of his foot to smash against the door and pry it open quite beastly like. It is sure to knock the guard off his feet and against the wall behind him, making both the front of his body and back be slammed and slam, in that order, by door and onto wall. Rekkan dashes in and drives that same side's knee to his head, concussion strike leaving the thug stunned. Lucky they are for not being another soul in this corridor, but the warrior imagines that a girl wrapped in red and a tower of a man will stick out like sore thumbs.\n\nRekkan is first to cross the corridor. At the end, he faces another door, this time taking his chance not with a knock, but with a push. When it is barred, he pulls. It opens with a creak to his surprise, granting him entrance to a most curious scene. Several stalls filled with fenced wares are lined up on the ground floor and the first, with the second reserved to some shadier characters. The warrior can sense the amulet glowing above, which makes things much harder than they already were. He turns his head just a slight to whisper to Marsila.\n\n\"At the top, that's the signature's origin. It won't be easy. I can see several guards.\" His eyes dart around to find a mix of costumers and guards, all armed with all sorts of weapons, melee and ranged. Even the damn traders have weapons. Such an unsavory bunch. They even have men standing by the stairs on each floor. Added henchmen by visiting higher ranks of criminal rings of town. To make a mess here is to make the underworld of this city angry. Rekkan can't help but crack a subtle smirk. What a challenge!"
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"If the Prince is anything like himself, it could be. If he's not-\" Angelica trailed off, and inhaled, straightening up a bit. \"Just don't expect a lot of small talk. He's not really a talker at best, he prefers stories from what Anya has always told me.\" With that, she stepped out of his embrace, and straightened his collar. \n\n\"Godspeed, Lord Stafford.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "He nodded and hugged her one last time, \"It's going to take some getting used to. I'll be back in a few days, try not to find someone who won't leave.\" He said, as a joke, obviously. He turnned and walked out to gather his things. He began packing up some items, collecting his sword and hammer then changing over into something less conspicuous. \n\nHe donned his riding leathers and a dark green cloak and quickly headed out of the castle dowon to the stables. His saddle had already been prepared before he had even known where he was going. The saddlebag had basic provisions and two sleeping mats on it, he picked it up and placed it on his horse and began tying it down, pulling on it to test the ties, then mounted and with a pull of the reins and kick to te side the horse started at a gallop out of the castle and to the gates of Zahrada and toward Feyshore."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila held her breath as they arrived in front of some warehouse doors. She watched the short interaction between the two men and couldn't help the anger rise in her chest. They had something that belonged to her yet refused to let them inside? She was thankful Rekkan was the one to knock the door down and to her amazement, he succeeded with only one kick. The way he acted once inside only further proved that she needed to place more trust in this man. \n\nHer steps were light compared to the large man as they rushed through the corridor, hoping they were coming closer to the Amulet's location. She acted like her life depended on this one piece of jewel.\n\nPassing the second door, the scent of humans and other beings suddenly overwhelmed her, allowing her to realise the mess they would need to place themselves in. When Rekkan mentioned the amulet being on the top floor, Marsila rolled her eyes in annoyance. Of course it had to be the most difficult level reach, she couldn't understand why her necklace would be among the shadiest part of the Market. \"What's the plan?\" Her voice didn't hold an ounce of fear as she spoke, anger though, was evident.\n\nThere was a slight issue though when it came to this situation. Marsila was sure that some of the men would be murdered during their mission to find and steal back what was hers. When it came to humans, she preferred to knock them unconscious rather than murder them. The shifter assumed that once she murdered a human, there would be no turning back. That if she took a human's life, Marsila would become the beast she feared to be. \"I'll make a scene first and force the archers to use up all their arrows.\" She began, noting that there were quite a few along the top floor facing towards the ground level. \"Once they have run out, you focus on making your way to the second floor anywhere I will meet you.\" \n\nShe assumed he didn't need to be told twice as he studied his face. It was like he had been hoping a fight would break out."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya didn't protest him taking the lead. She felt like she could fall asleep on her feel, and when he finally just scooped beneath her knees to pick her up and put her into bed she relaxed against him. The sheets were fresh, and she was glad the staff had changed them while she was out of the room, knowing she'd undoubtedly left them soaked with sweat. Zane moved to the basin, and she let her eyes close until the dap rag hit her skin. She opened them, her eyes on the ceiling as he spoke. \n\n\"I'm not looking for a thank you, Zane. You'd have done the same for me.\" She said simply. \"And also you really should be resting, you're still going to need time to heal from that wound.\" Her hand reached over, placing on his for a moment before pulling back, not wanting to burn him. \"Also, to be fair, I didn't _try_ anything. It just happened.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "His ears twitch to her plan. It's not the best plan in the book, but what book are they reading anyway? Rekkan trusts she has an idea on how to draw the men's attention and gives her an okay signal as he starts to mingle, however hard that may be with his size. The only ones that are relatively the same height as the guy are some of the toughest looking guards or visitor's bodyguards. Either way, he doesn't mind the stares.\n\nThe guy makes his way to one of the staircases and is immediately barred by the men there. \"Haven't seen your ugly mug around here before.\" Says one of them. \"Who do you work for?\" That's an odd question, at least for Rekkan. He is not the type to associate with crime lords, so it does make it hard to name one he has no clue about. Instead, he tries to circumvent this problem. \"I'm a freelancer.\" The guy replies. \"Newly arrived.\"\n\nJust like before with the doorman, his answer provokes restlessness in the guard. The way Rekkan sees it, these men have such a tightly ran deal that you do have to meet a big shark to know this place and be granted entry to it. You need a \"Rep\", something the warrior does not have, not in this underworld at least.\n\nBy this time, the girl must be starting her thing, which buys Rekkan time to do his own. This is to be the first out of himself and the alerted guard to throw a punch, a right hook brought from the right flank of his body and aimed at the man's jaw. His upper body rotates left in the course of the swing, along with a sharp twist of his right foot on the ground. The weight of his mass is carried by the attack, not only dislocating the mouth's bone but shooting the man down and in a spin to a hard landing on the ground. His colleague's eyes widen in surprise as he fumbles to grip his spear, but by then he is also receiving his own present, an accurate left hook that sends him onto the floor.\n\nRekkan moves up the flight of stairs to the first floor, right and left hand held in front of him with fingers stretched. As his legs skip multiple steps of the stairs in his rush, magic swirls in between his palms and a blinding light flashes before the eyes of the guards that gather at the top. They are forced to close their eyes in the revelation of Furasshu, an odd sword with a curved blade at a round guard, its blade is kept inside a hard casing of leather, black. The warrior jerks the blade forward while holding the sheathe, slinging the blunt edge of. The hilt to impact against one's forehead. As he is knocked back and down, Rekkan wields the sheathe in his left hand and strikes his companion atop the head, then quickly around it to make a sideways attack to the temple. These actions are swift, just as the capture of the drawn sword by the base of the blade. Without fear of being cut by his own sharp weapon, the warrior finishes the knocked down man, swinging the blunt hilt to hit his head again. If anything, the guy is trying not to be a murderous freak, but the situation may change."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"You're right, I would have.\" He replied, continuing to run the rag over her forearms. \"Although, I've had little sleep or rest as it is, I'm thinking my body is just getting used to it.\" He rolled his shoulders at that, and bit down a small hiss as his right moved.\n\nHe quieted after that, just letting his body move the rag. He moved a bit further onto the bed, just behind her head, and after moving her head onto his crossed legs, he moved the rag towards her shoulders. \"It's just worrying to know that things like that could happen, and neither me nor Angelica will be there to help you.\" He admitted, still moving the rag over her arms."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "The moment Rekkan left to mingle in with the crowd, Marsila avoided all the humans as she ran off to her left. She used all the wooden crates and beams that have been stacked to her advantage, keeping herself hidden so she was free to shift without any distractions. \n\nBefore shifting, Marsila made sure to stop the cloak from her back and folded it under the bottom crate so it was concealed from wondering eyes before adding the clothes she stripped from her body. To be safe, her fingers wrapped around a wooden sheet that had been left on the floor to gather dust and dirt and tilted it over the bottom crate. \n\nOnce she was assured no one would be able to place their thieving fingers on the clothes, the shifter kneeled against the ground before placing her hands down so she was on her hands and knees. Taking a deep breath, Marsila thought of one of her panther form as it was the quickest and least painful for her to shift into. Without a passing second, an audible pop could be heard followed by a sharp pain in her shoulder as the bone dislocated itself from the joint before the rest of her body followed. As the bones began to break soon after which allowed them to form a new skeletal structure, charcoal fur sprouted from Marsila's skin. What felt like hours had only been a few minutes until the shifter was laying against the floor in her feline form.\n\nAfter gaining her energy back, Marsila stood herself up with little difficulty and her body felt like all the bones in her body hadn't been broken. Remembering the task at hand, the shifter took a deep intake of breath before releasing a ferocious snarl. Marsila ran from behind the crates and lunged herself into the crowd, throwing anyone who blocked her path to the side with her head. \n\nScreams could be heard as the large feline ran through the market ground, occasionally tearing her fangs into a limb so she was able to put on more of a show if her size wasn't enough to gather the guard's immediate attention. When the first arrow had been shot, it missed the big cat by an inch but was affective in forcing all the humans to run to any exit they could find, leaving Marsila in plain sight. Many arrows found their way into her body whilst she ran in unpredictable paths but the shifter wasn't as attentive to the pain or wounds as adrenaline had taken over."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She lifted her head when he indicated to do so, and settled back down into the fold of his legs. Her neck fit perfectly where his calves crossed, and she let out a tired sigh as he continued to move the cool rag over her skin. \"Things like this will happen until I find a way to control them. Marcus is looking into it as well, to see what he can find out, but I think It's a problem for those magically inclined to handle.\" She murmured, her voice soft and even as she spoke. \n\n\"That's why I want Dayveth to come with me though, having a doctor at my side at all times will help. I'm sure whatever we find isn't going to be easy for myself or for Mikhail.\" One eye opened, and she looked up at him with a small smile. \"I trust him, Zane. You don't need to worry any more than you usually do. I know you're going to send your agents to follow us, but make sure they keep their distance. I don't want this being compromised.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "\"Nero's an idiot, but you don't have to worry to much about him too much, Seras and Jeanne know how to keep him out of trouble.\" A small smile grew on his own face as he said this. \"At least, most of the time.\"\n\n\"I'll make sure they're under strict orders to not interfere, unless things go to shit, then they're going to get you all out, and I'm not taking a no on that.\" His smile persisted at that, as he thought about the four going with them. Even if he wasn't mentioned, Harrell could physically restrain Nero, if the man decided to act too soon.\n\n\"Although, I'm still going to worry, and there isn't too much you can do about that.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Much to Rekkan's expectations, the bait is revealed and the snarls of the feline transformation makes his ears tingle. Oblivious to his own interactions through the medium into Marsila's dream, he now understands what she is, a shapeshifter. He doesn't let his surprise, or admiration for the feline's swiftness take over him. Instead, the warrior focuses in bringing down the archers that are lining up on the edge of the first and second floor.\n\n Seeing the female take the brunt of attention and get shot multiple times has Rekkan reacting with a swifter motion to his actions. Swifter and deadly. While the girl is holding back, in a sense, she is being targeted to kill. Thus, the man will apply that same rule to her attackers.\n\nThe curved blade begins its dance joined by the ruthless man. He dashes across the first floor with eight hand swinging forward, horizontal after horizontal cutting through flesh and bone as blood spurts from neck, from armpit and the flank of the torso. They fall like domino pieces in their blind assessment of the situation, only for the other side to finally give attention and redirect their focus.\n\nLittle else than the heads at the top and their force are inside the warehouse now. They watch, dark figures from above, getting more and more restless. They watch Rekkan raise his left hand and aim an open palm at the other side of the floor, shooting a ball of fire that fans out and coats three or four men in bitter flames. \"Kill the bastards!\" Says an older man, pointing at them frantically.\n\nRekkan storms up the last flight of stairs and cuts a guard, severing half of his waistline. Gory, guts spill to dangle from his side as he collapses. But the wanderer is no superweapon. When beset by the elite of the guards, he tries to retreat strategically, but he wasn't counting on another with heightened skills. A slash rips cloth and makes his chest bleed, followed by a kick that pushes him against the wooden edge and break it, being knocked down to the ground floor. It's a hard fall. He grunts and grits his teeth. \"Motherfucker...!!\""
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"message": "The scent of blood caught Marsila's attention immediately as the firing of arrows began to cease. She couldn't distract herself, she needed to focus on finding the amulet. The many arrows lodged in her back made her muscles stiff, she was glad it couldn't kill her but it did pain her like a son of a bitch. \n\nAs she began to take the stairs towards the first level, multiple guards began their way in her direction with their weapons drawn. She slowed her pace as she looked towards them with slitted eyes, her fur standing on end. Marsila still had some form of control over her animalistic nature but it was reckless to ignore that she was slipping. As the men charged at her, their blades slicing into her flesh caused her to lose her hold on the panther within. It had happened too fast for Marsila to realise what she was doing as her fangs sunk into one of their arm's before placing as much pressure with her jaw. Throwing her body around, the feline tossed the man into the other two until she felt the weight leave her mouth when his limb disconnected from his body.\n\nMarsila didn't know what was happening with Rekkan as she continued to force her way towards the second floor. No man stood a chance as she tore through them, maiming most of the guards while killing a few. As she neared the second floor, a silver arrow was released and lodged itself in her shoulder. The feline cried out as it burned through her shoulder, her front legs collapsing beneath her. Falling to the floor, Marlisa had fallen to shock from the affliction the silver created. She had never having been cut with the metal, let alone punctured deeply through the muscle. \n\nShaking herself back to reality, Marlisa was lucky the arrow was within distance of being able to wrap her mouth around it. The shaft was made of wood to her luck so she was able to pull it out slowly while trying not to break it. Unfortunately it was taking her too much time as the man who shot her neared with his crossbow aimed. Marsila looked towards the man with widened eyes as he grinned towards her like this had been a joke to him. \n\n\"I knew one of those beasts when you ran through all them arrows.\" He began as he neared her. Marsila waited patiently as he did so, hoping he would be stupid enough to walk close enough for her to attack him. \"You would make me quite the fortune on the markets.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "What a disgrace. When did he ever underestimate the battlefield like this? Did he truly think that this was to be a walk in the park? Not exactly. Not at all. So what manner of warrior is here that can not only slash him, but put him down like a dog? It's such a deep thrill, such an excitement building up in his core, bellowing from his solar plexus to set his spirit aflame. Yes, this a real battle, not like the brawl he participated in the evening before. Yes, this is making him grin like a madman. Full blown, toothy grin of arousal, you can call it that. The blurred vision from the fall stabilizes as Rekkan grunts in the heave of his body upward. He picks Furashuu up and sheathes it, only for it to shine bright and vanish in that instant. It is time to change tactics. Go back to the brutal ways.\n\nThe wanderer's dormant body is roused to a stiff awakening. He shakes off the jolts of pain coursing through his spine and bloodshot eyes gaze upward. Rekkan sees parts of the feline and the creeping marksman that shot her, though he is ignorant to what just happened. Worried and rash in aiding his ally, the man makes embers crackle from his left palm and form into a whirling ball of fire. He hurls it at the beams on the ceiling to spread flame. This energy eats away at the wood, making the supports of the roof begin to crack. His legs will a daunting sprint up the stairs opposite to those Marsila fought her way up only to see the warrior that cut him. He is tall and wields a claymore, he is ready to cut Rekkan if he dares near him.\n\nThe swordsman is very daring. He rushes up the second flight with right hand pulsing red. A flame bursts from it as Fang is revealed from the arcing fire. An upward slash is created to meet the downward attack of his opponent, making blades clash after steps are torn by the brutal appearance. Splinters and fragments of wood fly everywhere. The clash does not give Rekkan pause. He charges through the lock and thrusts his shoulder against the flat of the blades. His attack knocks his enemy back a couple of steps, but does not make him waver. Another contrast of slashes has the two clashing time after time, with Rekkan in an one handed wield and his enemy in a two handed. They fight before kingpins and overlords of crime, watching on as if it is some kind of gladiatorial duel. When a strike has the two drawing their bodies back, Rekkan seems to have had enough.\n\n\"You're pretty good.\" The wanderer says with a haughty tone and smirk plastered on his face. \"But I'm the leading man.\" His left hand meets the lower half of Fang's beautiful, white clothed hilt. He's putting his life on the line with this next swing of his.\n\nMeanwhile, one oughta remember the lead offered to the girl before they entered the warehouse. Didn't she stash it with the rest of her clothing back in the ground floor? Oddly enough, a bitter taste courses her mouth and makes her taste buds wriggle. He said this would help her in her time of need, if her life was in danger. The taste is so repelling that she will find her maw open by sheer instinct. When it does, her tongue is spat out in front of her feline muzzle and a bellowing cry surges from her throat, guttural fluids becoming a high pressure torrent of water that crashes against the marksman's face. The force of this energy is in itself so strong that the rapids of water seem to peel off his skin and make him cry in terror,or try to cry, as his mouth feels the liquid invading it and bloating his lungs and stomach. He is drowning. The slitted eyes of the black panther tear up as a reflection mirrors through them the strange apparition of a pale... Woman?"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila has no clue as to what had just happened. She had completely forgotten about the leaf Rekkan had handed her for protection. She would need to question this about him once they rid themselves of their current situation but her main priority was getting the silver tipped arrow out of her shoulder. \n\nMeanwhile the marksman's skin grew a purple tinge while expanding due to the bloating the water created. The shifter knew his life had been ended as his soulless gaze stared off into the distance which discomforted her greatly. He could have at least died facing away from her. It was an insensitive thought but Marsila could care less as he had planned on selling her off like she was some slab of meat and she hadn't intentionally killed him. \n\nShe wrapped her maw around the shaft of the arrow protruding from her shoulder and continued to pull it out with a slow pace. She needed to be sure that the wooden length of the arrow didn't snap and leave the silver hidden inside her. It took a lot of patience, thankful everyone of importance and their guardsmen were distracted by the fight occurring between Rekkan and his opponent. She had a feeling that they also thought the marksmen had taken care of her but it wouldn't be long before they sent one of their men to check. \n\nOnce she was able to successfully remove the arrow, her wound began to slowly heal itself up but at a slow pace. Her flesh had already begun pushing out the other arrowheads that intruded her body so only a few were sticking out. The shifter forced herself to stand even when her body protested and used the shadows to manoeuvre herself through to the second level."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The two duelists set their eyes on their opponent. The atmosphere is rigid, but it soon breaks with a simultaneous step forward of the two. Rekkan moves to swing his sword in a diagonal fashion from right to left. The riding blade clashes with the flat side of the downward claymore and chips it as it deflects, two handed wield being much stronger than his previous one handed grip. Fang is a weapon forged not of conventional means, nor are the experience and skill of the wanderer. His slash cuts through the leather armor and severs the ribcage, making his opponent collapse on his back with a heavy breath. \"I-I... Lost...\" He mutters, eyes bulged and blood spilling from the wound on his chest.\n\nA few hands join in clapping. \"Good display of swordsmanship!\" Says one of the higher ups. \"Wouldn't you be interested in joining us? We could use muscle like you! Tell us, what drove you here? What is it that you want?\" Rekkan notices the necklace on the man's neck and the blue jewel encrusted in gold. \"I say... I think I can see it from here.\" The guy replies, making the group of men confused. \"Don't look at me with those sorry eyes. You look dumb.\" He smirks haughty, mocking the underground's overlords as the ceiling begins to give and flames spread to the walls. \"My friend will be taking back that amulet. Me? I just want the rush of the fight.\"\n\nWith no more words uttered, the guy dashes to the last few guards remaining, his adrenaline pumping blood in such a way that these men seem small fries in comparison to his last opponent. Maybe they are, for none shows killing intent or skill as significant as that other man. \"Come on up and reclaim your treasure, Marsila!\" He shouts out, cutting through leather and flesh. \"It won't be long until this all collapses on us!\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Once the panther had reached the second floor, two of the men's scent caught her attention, recognising it from when her belongings had been stolen. Between them was the man who'd been speaking to Rekkan. She assessed the floor she had managed to reach, noting the gap where the two men had fallen from. She may possibly use this as an advantage, seeing how she only had one other exit that would take too long for her to retreat down. \n\nMarsila made sure to make no sound in her careful movements, stalking towards the men who had their backs facing towards her. She had only been a few steps away when Rekkan called her name out, resulting in the higher ups and their men to turn to face her. This pissed her off majorly, especially when she noticed the man between the two thieves wearing the amulet she had been so desperate to fine. \n\nBefore anyone had the time to react, the large feline charged towards the man who carried her necklace. As she was to slam into the much larger male, he had unsheathed his sword but was unable to use it when he was thrown along with the shifter towards the ground floor. \n\nMarsila landed with ease on all four of her paws, the man she fell with couldn't say the same as a puddle of blood began to form by his skull. The shifter knew he was dead when she couldn't hear his heart beating in his chest but didn't feel any guilt. She assumed this was because they had placed themselves in a kill or be killed like situation which she had the time to worry about later. Using her teeth, Marsila tore the necklace from his neck before turning her body so it looked like she had planned on racing out where they had entered. Suddenly the feline made a sharp left towards where she hid the clothing and dagger while waiting for Rekkan so he would be able to help collect their belongings."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The wanderer does not do things with half a heart. In the midst of the confusion, when eyes break from his form to gaze at the panther's black fur and golden orbs, he races his blade through the last of the men to incapacitate or outright kill them. Either or will not matter as their fates are sealed from what is about to come crashing down. The wanderer himself spares no more seconds in his withdrawal, leaving the survivors of this bloodbath to the fast descent of burning beams. \n\nChunks of the ceiling begin to collapse and crash onto the floor as Rekkan makes his escape, leaping off the railing to land on the first floor, then repeating the leap to land at ground level. He hurries to the feline turned human's side and can't help but notice. She is naked. It is but a bare body out of the dozens he has seen of men and women alike, but he would lie if he told himself it is not alluring. He does brush such thoughts aside, quickly pulling his cloak from the crate. His hands lift the red garbs over the head of the girl who holds her clothes in her hands as a beam comes down right on top of them. Not one to let the little suffer, he takes the brunt of the burning beam with his broad back, forcing a grunt and a grit of the teeth. It's no heroic, mind one, but simply using his thicker skin to absorb damage. \"Let's get out of here...!\"\n\nRekkan is rather pissed at this last event, feeling pain that will make him sore later. Not that the rest of his body will need a rest after being smashed on the ground earlier. He takes the remaining piece off the crate, his dagger, and pushes Marsila in front of him, running behind her until they go through the corridor and come out the warehouse. He does not stop until they are back in the narrower alleys, gazing back to watch the fire consume the warehouse."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "As the burning beam descended towards the two of them, the flames almost burnt her skin from the close proximity, feeling the heat more than a human would. Marsila was relieved that Rekkan was able to stop the beam from collapsing on top of her and didn't need to be told multiple times that they needed to leave. \n\nKnowing that he wouldn't be far behind, Marsila raced off towards the exit once she was pushed while making sure to avoid any flame from touching her. The smoke started to grow heavy, flooding the corridors and inside the warehouse, making it hard her anyone inside the building to breath. Her speed proved useful as she sprinted through the warehouse, using her arm to block the smoke from entering her nose so she wouldn't be dazed from the lack of oxygen. Once she reached the large set of doors that had been knocked down from earlier events, Marsila slowed her pace so that Rekkan could catch up before following him as he raced past. \n\nOnce they reached a safe distance from the warehouse which had lead them towards the alleyways, Marsila rested her back against one of the bricked surfaces. She didn't bother to watch the burning building collapse on itself and held her clenched fist in front of herself, opening her fingers to reveal the amulet. She couldn't believe she had to go through all that trouble just to retrieve this piece of jewellery. \n\nPressing it against her chest, the shifter threw her head back and laughed lightly like it had all been a joke. The plan they had was an idiotic one that almost blew up in their face, they were lucky to have escaped with both the amulet and their lives. Her shoulder was the worst of her injuries, the wounds on her back and thighs had fully healed while the silver inflicted flesh refused to heal at a fastened pace. It pained her but it was tolerable enough for the shifter to push it to the back of her mind. \"I can't believe we survived that bullshit.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The guy stretched his shoulders as his back arches. There is a pain on the muscles from the beam that won't go away soon, as he does not have the high speed regeneration of the shifter. It takes a good while for the population to react, eyes of horror looking onward at the fire as the screams of its victims muffle the crackling of wood. The grotesque scene of the doorman coming out from the side door the two entered while ablaze singes the mind of some sensitive spectators. It won't be long until the warehouse is a pile of charred rubble.\n\nRekkan laughs. He falls on his ass and laughs hearty, head tilting back as he puts his hand on his chest. It's bleeding. \"How come?\" He asks Marsila with a mock under his raspy, deep tone. \"It all came together perfectly.\" Rekkan doesn't hide his sarcastic tone, but even then they must admit to themselves that going in with barely a plan in mind and destroying the black market, or at least one of the underground scenes, is pretty damn cool. The guy does wonder what kind of consequences this will have, if any. There are those that managed to escape. What if they warn others about them? Worse, what if they put up bounties?\n\nA good meal and some tending to his wounds would do good right about now, which can also be said of the Vema girl. Rekkan rises onto his feet and looks turns around, ready to leave the mess behind him. \"Know a place we can eat and rest without being that tavern? Gut feeling we shouldn't return there any time soon.\" He smirks gentle, a slight pierce of the corner of his lips against his left cheek. \"Oh, and... Cool trick, turning into an animal.\" He doesn't remember anything from the nightmare he helped thwart the night before, else he would have figured out back then. It was only when the girl hinted at the necklace's magical properties that he started to unravel the mystery, becoming sure of it upon seeing her transformed shape inside the warehouse."
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"message": "She was glad he had a sense of humour about their situation. She didn't find anything about the situation humourless but didn't also regret anything besides the lacking of a plan, they had gotten what they came for. \n\n\"Absolutely no idea.\" She replied truthfully. Rekkan was right when he mentioned the tavern, it would be best for them to lay low for now. If they hadn't been deeply involved before, murdering someone of importance in the criminal world made them so. Marsila was sure that her male companion would become a bounty, his face had been visible throughout the entire scene they had created. The shifter on the other hand barely showed her human form until towards their escape, every person in the building would have been to focused on escaping the fire to worry about the outcome of the large feline. \n\n\"Let's not talk about my 'trick'.\" Was her simple reply, reluctant to discuss her shifting abilities due to her own dislike towards it. \n\n\"I think it's best if we leave the town. We don't need to leave Astoria, we could make our way west until we reach the city. Hopefully we have time to sort ourselves out before any bounties are placed, if it is too much of a risk then we will head the opposite direction and make our way south towards South Feyshore.\" She continued as she looked towards Rekkan and observed his appearance, taking note of all the blood that covered his clothing. \"That's if you're in good enough shape to make the trip.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "It is not hard to admit that the girl has it right in her head. The only problem for them is the visual of Rekkan, him being the only one the future bounties will bring up, maybe the large black feline too. But not the girl. \"I would suggest breaking off. I don't want to put you in harm's way. If I'm the only one they can make a description of, it would be safer for you to not be seen with me.\" He's not wrong either. But it's not like the wanderer is saying they should split right this instant. They have time, so he will follow her idea.\n\n\"A return to camp would be good. I just need to clean the wound, apply a balm and bandage it up. It wouldn't be the first time.\" Rekkan tears his shift off and uses it as a makeshift bandage for now. It will do to stop the bleeding until they arrive at camp. The walk is harsh on his legs, his body did fall from two stories high and, when the adrenaline settles, he can feel the ache all over his body. It's not crippling, but it's still a bother. \"Maybe..\" He adds, as he starts walking with a sort of limp. \"Maybe a little rest before we set out on the journey.\" Damn heights.\n\nThe warrior is leader apparent of this return back to camp, following the same path he took when looking for the amulet. However, their trip through the slums will not be as peaceful as they have been until now. Bounties aside, it seems some thugs trying to capitalize on the death of their bosses are trying to fight it out for supremacy, making the place a war zone. The victims are, as always, the poor AND innocent. Rekkan and Marsila will come upon an alley where four thugs are beating a man as the woman that is probably his wife or girlfriend is cowering and looking at the scene in horror. One of the thugs looks at the new arrivals and eyes widen at the sight of the big man. \"O-Oi... That's the guy that was at the warehouse just an hour ago!\" Great. One of the survivors that ran away."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "He had a point in his explanation as to why they should split. Marsila didn't have to worry about thugs tracking the her down, no one but her parents, Ave and now Rekkan knew of her abilities so she couldn't be linked to the panther. If the shifter was to journey off alone like she was used to, Marsila wouldn't have to worry about looking over her shoulder every second. The large male would also slow her down due to his injuries, she needed to think logically.\n\nShe was silent throughout their walk back towards the camp, her focus had been taken by all the possibilities that could occur with every option she had to choose from. She hadn't heard the commotion until they came upon the thug's and their victims. Seriously? They couldn't have an hour to themselves after the shit they had gone through. Everything went from bad to worst when one of the thug's recognised Rekkan. As she had believed earlier, neither of the men recognised the shifter beside him. \n\nThe thug to the left of the one who had spoken eyed Marsila in a lustful manner, not seeming fazed about the warehouse incident. He also knew by the looks of Rekkan, he was in a weakened state so he felt that they had an advantage. It was obvious he wasn't aware of what the two were capable of as he looked towards his mates. \"And he brought a nice lil lady with him.\" \n\nShe felt like gagging at that before she knelt down to take out her daggers which only amused the thug's besides one. She was going to take advantage of their blindness towards what she was capable of. \"Just when I thought we would get a chance to relax.\" \n\n\"Nah fuck this man, you should have seen the shit he pulled. I'm out.\" Was the survivor's reply as he began to flee from the group, not wanting to take his chances with the two."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The thugs, as usual, are lesser humans with limited intelligence, usually sub-par even in the lowest of standards. However, one of them proves to be smarter than the others. He runs, leaving his supposed friends behind. Perhaps they are only together because they have this one thing in common: banditry. The three other thugs care little about losing a member. They see opportunity in taking down the big one and taking advantage of his companion. They lack insight to know this is a losing battle before it begins, but at least they stopped pummeling the man that lies on the ground. Weak and beaten to a pulp, but he is still alive.\n\n\"We do not want any trouble.\" Rekkan says, taking a stumbling step forward. Instead of bringing one of his weapons to solid existence, he prefers to grab a stick from the ground, idly laying there like most of the trash in the slums. Then, he draws a semi circle in front of himself. \"This is my home. If you come near my home, I will have to put you down like dogs you are.\" His voice is calm, his face stern but not heated. Rekkan is provoking them, riling them up with his insult. None catches on to his strategy, making the one charge ahead of the others with his club. \"I'll bash your head in!!\" He growls, but just as he is about to get in striking range, the wanderer whips the stick from the side and strikes at his temple. It makes that side of his face red and his body slump onto the ground.\n\n\"I do not like when strays try to sneak into my home. They have no sense of loyalty. Are you stray dogs or good little pets?\" They almost seem to drool in their rage. Confused as to what to do and brain addled by pride, they charge at the man, only to find the stick thrust between them and wobble in hard lashes of their faces, multiple times over. \"Tsk. Simple tricks.\" The guy grunts from exertion, but looks at the woman and the man, then back at the woman. \"You are alright now. They won't stand for a while.\" The thugs are groaning and half conscious.\n\n\"You are hurt.\" The woman says. \"Come to our house. We will tend to you.\" Rekkan chuckles, groaning from the pain on his chest. \"I think your husband needs your help more than I do...\" But what is Marsila thinking about this? Surely, it could be a good place to rest up as any."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila knew Rekkan was able to handle the thug's when the first who came charging towards him now laid in a heaped mess on the ground. Her companion had barely moved when the thug was brought down, amazing her with his skills. Marsila continued to watch the scene in front of her as she unable to find a way to the injured man who had been curled in a fetal position. \n\nAs soon as all the thug's were laying unconscious, Marsila walked over towards the husband who had also passed out from his injuries . She knelt beside him and carefully listened to the rhythm of his heart, thankful his heartbeat wasn't exactly weakened to a state where his wife would need to panic. She could hear the two behind her converse between each other as she slid her arms beneath the husbands shoulder blades and upper thighs. The position she placed herself in looked as if she was giving him a hug until she carefully dragged him over her shoulder. Due to his thin frame, the shifter didn't find it difficult to lift herself up, making sure to use her legs rather than her back. Walking back towards the two, she raised a brow towards Rekkan before her gaze shifted to the woman. \n\n\"We are more than happy to take the offer.\" Was her reply as Rekkan seemed hesitant on the offer. It wasn't like the camp was a safe place to rest and she assumed this woman had some form of first aid in her home."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Rekkan turns his attention to the shifter for a moment. She is keen on checking the man's status and pick him up, accepting the woman's offer without hesitation. Thinking through it, it will be better just to nod at this and go with them. A warm bed will be better than the rough ground of the forest, that is for sure.\n\nStill shaking a bit, the woman stands and guides them only a couple of blocks through the alleys until they arrive at a door. She opens it wide and holds the wooden door as Rekkan helps Marsila the best way he can, transferring some of that weight to him when they step inside. The man is led to the bedroom of the decrepit and old place, a typical slum shack in the middle of many more. Not a window in sight and without much to decorate it, but it is a roof over one's head. Rekkan prefers these to the extravagance of manors and palaces either way. He finds himself being laid on the bed next to the man after helping him lie down. Coincidentally, the woman has experience in stitching and cleaning wounds.\n\n\"I always wanted to be a doctor.\" She says. \"A person that saves other people's lives. I've practiced on the kids and adults of this street. I'm sort of a healer.\" She explains. \"You need not fear needles around me.\" She asks Marsila for assistance, guiding the shifter in each step of washing the wounds, asking her for bandages and other tools, as well as the concocted potions of her own design. On a shelf to the side of the bed are books of anatomy and even herbal lore. Quite the oddity to find in the slums, out of everywhere else. This woman is dedicated, and considering the most worn out pages are those with images, she cannot read."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila followed every instruction the woman had given the shifter, careful to not cause any more damage to the soft tissue when she cleaned the wounds of the two men and made sure she had all the correct tools needed. Once the wounds had been cleaned, Marsila could tell the woman's main focus was on her husband who had multiple broken bones along while his face looked almost unrecognisable due to the swelling. She asked Marsila to help hold her husband down as she began to break the bones back to their original place, causing him to pass out once they reached the last bone. \n\nNow that the husband had been taken care of, the two of them began focusing on Rekkan once again. During the stitching of his wounds, the woman gave them her name, Priscilla. She was a kind hearted woman who truly enjoyed helping others and it saddened the shifter that she had to live in necessitous conditions. Once Rekkan's lacerations has been stitched together, Priscilla allowed the two to have space as she went back to caring for her husband but not before Marsila showed her gratitude for her kindness. \n\nMarsila found a seat beside Rekkan, finally taking the weight off her feet as she leaned back against the chair. Her attention turned to the large male and pressed her lips together whilst in thought. He was lucky most of the wounds hadn't cut any further than where they had been or else he may have bled out back in the warehouse. \n\n\"How are you feeling?\" Marsila asked whilst rolling her shoulders back as she arched her back until she heard a few pops. The shifter still felt sensitive in her shoulder but to her luck, the wound had almost healed and now looked like a mere scab."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "There is not a moment where the noises that escape the man elevate beyond a muttered groan or a grunt. He's a tough guy after all, and he just can't have the women see him whining like a little bitch. All jokes aside, he is just a bit too used to this kind of treatment, having received rougher in the past. He does grit his teeth, grinding them even when the thread is sewing his chest wound, merging severed flesh together. It is a relief for him to have bumped into Priscilla and he does not let her go without proper thanks. \"Thanks.\" It is uttered, almost forced, perhaps more due to the pain than it being hard to appreciate someone's time to take care of him. He still puts it on Marsila to have brought them here. As stubborn as he is, he would have walked away and took care of things himself. Granted, he acknowledges he wouldn't have done such a good job himself.\n\nNow in the living room to leave Priscilla tending alone to her husband, Rekkan lays on the rugged couch as Marsila sits on a chair she places next to him. He keeps his body as still as he can. Deeper breaths are a pain, making him regulate breathing in his blank stare upward into the semi-broken ceiling. The bandages around his chest are wrapped neatly, with a balm having been rubber directly onto the stitched area. Priscilla claimed it would help with closing the wound faster, but they can stay as long as they like.\n\n\"How are you feeling?\"\n\nRekkan turns his head a slight to have face craning to the side where Marsila is sitting on. His dark brown eyes study the shifter as she rolls her shoulders and forms an arc with her back. \"You don't have to stick around.\" He says. \"You've done more than enough, helping Priscilla with me. It won't be long until my bounty is out circulating around town and beyond. You, on the other hand, are free to do as you wish.\" It's not that the guy wants Marsila to leave. It has been a long time since he last met someone he could probably call a friend. But the circumstances don't favor them. Not only is he hunted, he's injured. All the more trouble for a girl like Marsila. And the fact he doesn't like to feel dependent of another. Just laying there is a bad joke."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "\"I've thought about that actually.\" She began, tilting her head slightly as she stared towards his injured figure. After she thought long and hard about their situation and what she planned to do next but she had one question on her mind that she couldn't figure out herself. \n\n\"Why did you help me find my amulet? You even threw yourself in danger which resulted in all this..\" She paused so she was able to wave her hand in front of her while also pointing it towards Rekkan's body. \"You are injured and to make it worse, you will probably have a bounty on your head like you said.\" She took a deep breath and relaxed her body against the backrest. She raised her arm and placed it against the arm of the chair before she used her hand to support her head. She didn't understand this man at all. And now he was practically telling her that she should leave due to the possible bounty. \n\nPriscilla suddenly walked back towards the two of them with a set of clothes for Marsila. \"I noticed you have only been wearing that coat. You're more than welcome to have these as a Thankyou for saving my husband. They would have murdered him if you haven't come to our rescue.\" As she said this, she looked towards Rekkan in admiration before handing Marsila the clothing. \n\nThe shifter gave her a soft smile and watched her retreat back to her husband."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "She thought about it. This is good. Maybe she is just waiting for the guy to feel better, to be sure he can take care of himself and be on her way. She is good willed. But she wants closure on his reasons. She asks Rekkan why he went out of his way to help her, to find the necklace that had been taken from her room. What kind of answer does she expect to hear? There's a whole load of bullshit that he could stick in her ears. She's a pretty lady he wanted to help, like some kind of washed up white knight. Or maybe he wanted the thrill of battle, to bleed and make others bleed, and found an excuse in helping her get to the black market. But none of that makes sense in his head, he'd just be lying. So, why did Rekkan help Marsila?\n\nThey are interrupted before the warrior can answer. Priscilla appears with a set of clothes. That's right, the shifter girl is still wearing the guy's red cloak. It still looks good on her. He gathers his opinion won't change. Rekkan can see the sparkle in Priscilla's eyes and smiles softly at her. That kind of gaze is rare for him to feel, it leaves him at a loss of words. He can only nod curtly at the lady before watching her walk off, back to her husband.\n\nAlone with Marsila once again, he thinks for a moment before the words come up to the tip of his tongue. \"Why shouldn't I? I saw the sorrow in your eyes. That amulet must be very special.\" He smirks softly. \"A young soul like you shouldn't suffer like that. No soul should. Just like Priscilla shouldn't mourn for her dead husband. I don't want that.\" He sighs, taking his gaze away from Marsila and back into the ceiling.\n\nThe warrior brings his head above his head and peers onto the calluses on his skin, the scars that cover his palm and phalanxes of his fingers. This is the world that gods and kings forge with their ambitions. Slaves are born to never feel life, only to survive. Freemen live for their worldly desires, useless matter that the clergy and nobility sponsor to corral souls into their bidding. Gods mock mortals and mortals mock themselves.\n\nRekkan hates this world, the ignorance of the masses brought by the illusions of kings and religion. He despises law and unlaw that toy with the noble souls that are given a breath to live, but only suffer from the corruption of others, corrupting them. He doesn't want Marsila's soul to be twisted by such a depraved system. He doesn't want Priscilla to live hollow over losing her loved one. He could not care less would it be a battle he saw fair, a man fighting another in equal terms. Such is life. If he had to die then, so be it. But that was a group of monsters trampling the liberty of another. That was the system they live in, favoring the wicked at every turn with shallow promises of absolution after death.\n\nThere is no absolution. There is no light. Only torture and more torture. As long as one lives under the laws of gods and kings, or under the unlaw of the dark nature of humanity, one will never be free. One will never know what it is to truly live. Rekkan wants Marsila to live. He wants Priscilla and her husband to know happiness and sorrow together, to rise above survival of day after day of looking behind their shoulders.\n\nHe clenches his hand into a tight fist. It makes his arm ache. His eyes shimmer fiery red. He loosens the grip of his rugged digits on his own palm and chuckles softly. \"Just a guy with years behind him not wanting people suffering for the years ahead of them. Something like that.\" Judging through his looks, under the scars and bruises, he wouldn't be much older than twenty, thirty tops. His soul weighs for longer, his body a vessel that hides other secrets, harder to perceive. Ultimately, is it what he wants or not that drives him? Is it selfishness?"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She watched him carefully, studying the facial features he made as he thought about his reply to her. He took a long while so she could only assume he barely knew, himself. The anger he expressed was evident and grew to the shifter's curiosity. If only she could read minds rather than turn into a beast, it would have been a lot more useful. When he finally was ready enough to give her an answer, Marsila furrowed her brow, wondering why he wanted to play the Good Samaritan. \n\nWhen he continued, Marsila leaned her chest forward so she was no longer resting against the back of the chair and placed her arms lazily between her legs. The shifter felt safe where they were currently hiding, Priscilla didn't seem to care about how long they planned to stay. She was just thankful they were able to save her husband. It was a lot better than the camp Rekkan had set up, she had the gut feeling it wouldn't be a safe place to rest, hence why she took the woman's offer instantly compared to the male she was with. But it didn't mean she trusted her. \n\nEven though she was conversing with Rekkan, Marsila kept her senses on high alert so she would know if Priscilla left or not. If she was to leave her home, Marsila would recommend to Rekkan that they left immediately. If she had overheard them talking about a possible bounty, any poverty stricken person would rush to have it collected. \n\n\"You can't always help someone in need, especially when you don't know the outcome of doing so. Not that I'm thankful for it.\" A small sigh left her lips as she raised her hand and placed it gently on one of his shoulders. It was more to show her gratitude before she continued to speak. \"But I can't help to feel that I owe you my life.\" \n\nWith that, she realised that she had finally made her decision. \"My departure is up to you. I don't care that I would be putting myself in harms way like I had done to you. Just know that it wouldn't exactly be easy to leave, especially with the state you're in.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "One could say that it's not that Rekkan doesn't know himself, but he procures the right words to express the right feelings. After all, all he said was about what he wanted or did not want, not doing things out of being a good guy. He doesn't believe to be good or evil, clean or dirty. Rather, he believes in just being himself. What if he was in a very bad mood the day before, back at the tavern? Nothing would have existed, he wouldn't have gone there, nor have met Marsila. But does the girl need to know that? And does he really know about that?\n\nNow the shifter speaks to him of owing her life, of having a debt that she can't repay just like that. She puts her own decision in his hands, being honest as to how easy it won't be if he chooses to tell her to leave. That's not his choice to make. He does not want to control her fate like that. \"I made my decisions out of my own accord. I knew what I was getting into, all the possible consequences and some more.\" He states sharp and cold. \"Do not think you owe me your life. That's how tributes are created and slavery maintained. You are your own woman. Growing strong and true. You make your own decision. If you'd like to stay with me, even if just for now... I will appreciate it. But if you need to go and live your life, then I won't blame you. We each have our lot in this world.\" He chuckles. \"Just don't go around thinking it's the same lot others want to put you in.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "She'd retired early, unable to keep her eyes awake any longer. Angelica told Anya goodnight, and left the parlor to head to her own chambers. The confirmation from Mara had been unsettling, and she hadn't been able to focus on anything else for the remainder of the night. It left her foggy, and she just wanted to sleep heavily until morning. \n\nThose hopes were disrupted when the door to her quarters opened in the middle of the night. Immediately her eyes shot open, looking to the doorway to see who had barged in without knocking or announcing themselves. The sound of the footfalls was familiar, and the sound of someone stripping out of heavy clothes pointed towards Stafford. When he got close, she recognized the scent of him after a long ride, and he slipped beneath her sheets without hesitation. She hadn't moved to indicate she was awake, and his arms wrapped around her waist as he pressed his cold nose into her shoulder. \n\n\"We need to talk, Stafford.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric had barely passed into a sleep when her heard Angelica's voice. His heart then pounded at the concern in her, voice. Was she going to end it? Instantly, every point of anxiety drove up in him. Terror stalked him in the few seconds it took for him to answer. \n\n\"What is it? Is something wrong?\" He asked, stirring a little, taking his hands off of her in the event that she was ending their relationship tonight."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "He stirred, and she could practically feel his heart beat increase as he pulled his hand away. Knowing him, his mind was probably already racing with possibilities. Angelica shifted as well, and moved to sit up a bit. In the darkness of the room, she could barely see him, and she wished there was an oil lamp lit on the nightstand or that she'd had the sense of mind to leave the curtains parted. But she hadn't expected him to arrive tonight, and she supposed the dark played in their favor to not have to see his reaction. \n\n\"It's fine, don't panic.\" She started, and let out a long breath. \"I'm pregnant.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "He had a point though he wasn't making her options any easier. It bothered her that he was still placed in harms way due to her desperation for the Amulet but knew he wouldn't appreciate her continuing their discussion about whether or not she owed him. Instead, she shifted her attention to Priscilla who was still by her husband's side. \n\nThe woman was sitting on top a stool she had brought to the bedside with her hands clasped together, praying for Mafalda to send her husband the strength he needed to recover. She was lucky the two had arrived when they did, if it had been any moment sooner, Priscilla was certain she would have had to live her life as a widow. Something she dreaded as it meant her husband would no longer be by her side. Marsila wondered what had lead them to the situation they were in but found it inconsiderate to ask. \n\n\"I will stay with you until you're in better shape.\" Was her final decision, turning her gaze back to Rekkan whilst scanning over his body. She at least owed him that, not that she would tell him considering his disagreement that she owed him."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "It turned to fear to... Confusion? Did he hear her right?\n\n\"You're..._what_?\" He asked, obviously shocked by the news. \n\n\"But... But _how_?\" He said, trying to find the word.\n\nEric had shot up in the bed his hands to his head in surprise."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"You _know_ how. But we've got bigger problems, I'm about to find myself running Astoria in the Queen's place. Which means I'm about to be much more of a public figure than I _already_ am for who knows how long. This could be a month long journey, but knowing Anya, it will be at _least_ three of four months before she returns.\" Angelica exhaled. \n\n\"And you've just been given a title. A _genuine_ title and a keep in the largest city in our holdings. You're about to be part of a legacy that will be written about in history books, I'm not keen on starting that off with a bastard, are you?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric knew what she was asking of him, and he looked at her, his mind racing a million miles a second. A child, _his_ child, he was going to have a child. His heart pounded, now not with surprise or fear but with affection. \"Angelica...\" He said, quietly, as she finished rambling his kissed her on her lips, it was only for a second. After he pulled away, \"I _love_ you. And no, I do not want it to be strapped with that burden, I suppose this isn't an exactly orthodox way, but...\" Eric took her hand into his and held it, \"Will you marry me and be Lady Stafford?\" Eric asked, an affectionate smile on his lips."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Nothing in our lives is very orthodox, Eric.\" She reminded him, and gave a small nod. \"I'm glad you feel that way about it, because I was really not looking forward to watching you leave for Stormalong and never seeing you come back. But yes I'll marry you, and the sooner the better.\" She told him, squeezing his hand that held her own. \"I'm sure we could pull something together before the month is out.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Rekkan nods at the words of the shifter girl and lets his smirk slowly fade into a blank expression. His eyes slowly close until they are shut and his lips utter a sound that can be heard as \"Thanks.\" Not too soon after that, the guy is falling into his own conscience, or subconscious. If he dreams or not, it's not for him to say. The guy probably won't remember, or will forget soon after waking up.\n\nHe does seem to rest soundly, feeling safe around Marsila. The guy is happy he met her, truth be told, because she seems to have some good notions of life over her neck. Or at least she radiates some kind of vibe that the guy can synchronize with. Who knows how long he will be able to rest? There's a chance he might be woken in the middle of the night, as many possibilities branch from living in this place. It may be a safe haven for now, but who's to say those thugs won't come back? And on the other side of the house, in the bedroom, the wife seems to be making a choice as well, maybe one that will lead the couple's departure from the town."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "\"You know, Angelica, you are terrifyingly effcient at things. So, we are engaged then? I should get you a ring.\" He said quietly. \"Do you prefer a private ceremony or...?\" He realized he was rambling like a mad man. \"I am rambling, sorry... I just never imagined I would be a lord. Who would be getting married, with a... A child... On the way...\" He said, shaking his head."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "The blonde gave a laugh, and with it the tension in her shoulders lifted. Her hands moved to her cheeks and she was once more glad he couldn't see her fully. Her smile grew with the way he rambled and she shook her head. \"I _genuinely_ have no preference. We could elope tomorrow for all I care. But, considering your title, something a little public might be better, especially considering an elopement always looks like a bastard situation.\" Her blue eyes moved to the ceiling thinking on it. \"If you give me a week, I can pull together a ceremony in Stormalong, something to celebrate our marriage and your-\" She paused as a realization hit her. \"Our? New titles.\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "She didn't say a word as she watched Rekkan fall into a slumber, relieved he was able to manage it. Whenever Marsila was injured, the pain would prevent her from falling asleep and if she was able to, she'd become restless. \n\nStanding up from the chair she was in, Marsila decided that she would be free to dress herself whilst in the room with Rekkan. He was passed out, knowing this from his steady breaths and slowed heartbeat so she didn't need to worry about him watching her. Priscilla walked into the room and noticed the shifter dressing before her cheeks flushed a deep red. \"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were changing your clothes.\" \n\n\"It's fine.\" She commented as she threw the shirt over her head. It slid over her lean frame with ease before she noticed the woman was about to leave. \"No, stay.\" \n\nPriscilla stopped mid stride before looking over her shoulder confused to why she was asked to stay. She was lucky she was the same size as the woman, it seemed that her day had been filled with luck after all the shit that had gone down. Once she was dressed, Marsila lowered herself down on the chair from before, not wanting to leave Rekkan's side. Her gaze never left Priscilla, she was hoping she could trust this woman. \n\n\"Do you know where I could get my hands on a wagon?\" She had already thanked her earlier for the clothes so now she was ready to bombard Priscilla with questions. \n\n\"I may know someone who has one to sell but that is all, can I ask why?\" Was her instant reply to which Marsila answered without missing a beat. \n\n\"My companion and I are in need to leave Astoria when we have the chance. Transportation would be important, especially with the shape Rekkan is in.\" As she said this, Marsila looked towards the injured male, not understanding why he had to help her even though he had already given his answer. It just didn't make sense to her. \"How would I find this friend of yours?\"\n\nPriscilla sauntered towards Rekkan, she made sure not to touch the sleeping man in fear that she would wake him so instead she observed him. Due to her having to take his shirt off when he had his wounds cleaned and stitched, making sure they were properly taken care of and she had no mistake that could risk infection. Pleased with her handiwork, the woman turned to Marsila who waited patiently for her answer. \"I can lead you to him. It's only a couple blocks away.\n\nMarsila didn't know whether she was worth trusting or not but in the shape Rekkan was in, she had to take the risk. She felt uneasy to the thoughts of leaving Rekkan and her husband behind as they were both injured, if anyone was to find the large man, they wouldn't hesitate to turn him in or attempt to take his life. As she thought over their options in her mind, Marsila realised that they may have inadvertently placed the couple in danger. \"Please do.\" She was tempted to warn Priscilla of the danger she may have been in but decided to discuss it later. The shifter didn't want to worry her more than she had been, she didn't know how the woman would react nor did she want to find out.\n\nPriscilla gave Marsila a warm smile, glad she had agreed to let her show the way as she was hopeless when it came to directions. \"Perfect, though I need to ask.\" She began with a nervous tone. \"Ever since the fire broke out at one of the warehouses, all the crooks in town have began fighting with one another and the people who are just trying to live their lives. My husband and I were only walking to gather some herbs for me to work with when we were attacked. Would we be able to travel with you two? We don't feel safe where we are.\" \n\nMarsila felt a sense of guilt after Priscilla asked if they were able to ride with them. The woman didn't realise it was the two she allowed into her home who were responsible for the fire. The shifter would keep that information from her and instead nodded in agreement. \"Yes that is fine, I need to write a letter and then we will leave.\" \n\nIn fear that Rekkan would wake up earlier than planned, Marsila made sure to leave the large male a note explaining where she was and what she was doing. Meanwhile, Priscilla had left to gather her belongings, surprising Marsila when she struggled to walk out with many books in her arms. She didn't question the woman, instead she offered to carry half. After she was content that Rekkan wouldn't worry about her and Priscilla's whereabouts, the two took off to find the woman's friend."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Sound.\n\nRekkan listens to several footsteps, some screams. He opens his eyes and remembers the pain in his chest, though it has grown numb with time. His sight is a blur, dark brown irises obfuscated by the watery reflection of rousing tears. The footsteps echo away, as does the shouting. He doesn't understand what that was about, but isn't about to stand up and check. The aching flesh makes it hard, especially after laying down for so long. The wanderer takes his left hand to his eyes, rubbing each with his knuckles. A yawn escapes his lips as he stretches his back involuntarily. His awakening is cut short and rudely advanced by the sharp pain of his broad chest's fiber stretching. He grunts, gritting teeth.\n\nAware, his eyes roll to the left as he turns his face. When the man doesn't see Marsila next to him, he calls out for her. The shouts that served only to wake him up now alarm him. Where could that girl be? He doesn't believe she has left him already. Rekkan slides his feet first from the couch and to the floor. Barefooted, he feels the cold of the ground against his warm, callused skin. His right hand grasps the apex of the old couch's back, helping him raise his upper body. Rekkan continues to grunt through each action, resting for a moment while he sits. What a bother. However, it's nothing like earlier. The pain settles for that moment of relaxation and the guy uses this to force himself up into a stand. His body is dripping, cold sweating he cannot explain. Perhaps a nightmare has visited him, though he has surely forgotten it by now. He wipes his forehead with his right forearm, looking around the dimly lit room. With his eyes, he finds a note, walking to it and picking it up to read. It is Marsila's. She wrote that she went outside with Priscilla to buy supplies. She will be back soon. The guy worries. From the screams he heard in delirium, it sounds like a war zone. Thinking back on the killing of the overlords of crime of town, he blames himself.\n\nWith a clench of his hand, Rekkan crumbles the note inside of his formed fist. He tries to walk closer to the window and peeks outside. Not long after the women left, there seems to have been a feud between gangs. Bodies are scattered on the ground, pools of blood under them. He turns on his heel, slowly so, and uses his right hand to support against the wall and walk to the door that leads to the couple's room. He opens it to find the man laying in bed. This one got the worst of the beatings. Rekkan is glad his face doesn't look so swollen already. If only his stitched chest could recover as quickly. What a fool for losing his awareness back then.\n\nBest to leave the man to his deep slumber and recovery. Rekkan walks back by the couch and finds his dagger on the floor. It must have fallen at some point. He tries to squat, but his chest begins to burn in pain. Instead of trying harder and risking a rupture of the stitches, the warrior gives up and sighs. He adjusts the chair to face the distant doorway that leads to the outside and takes its seat. He lays his back against the wooden chair and leans his head back on its top. With his eyes closed, he mutters a wish. \"Be safe, Marsila.\" They open, first to meet the ceiling, then to meet the door in front of him. His head follows in tow and has him glad his neck didn't get damaged, at least not as much as the rest of his body, especially his previously open chest. He thinks about where to go next and how, knowing not that his own thoughts are the same as the shifter. The difference is she is already applying practice to bring them to existence while he ponders his next step. He truly believes that the girl will separate from him soon. After all, there are no ties that hold them together, no favors or promises.\n\nThinking about it makes his head light, then sleepy. His eyes draw to a close again, only to wake up minutes later and without a word from the girl. Worrying, but he keeps to staying awake now, waiting for her return. He takes it a step further and focuses on his core. Spirits, troubled, are chained to the bodies that fall prematurely. Unable to move his body, Rekkan decides to hum and chant in a low, quiet tone. Where holy orders and angels forget the souls of the fallen in these twisted souls, the man beckons them to draw closer to his being and follow his pulsing energy to return them to the fold. Streams of empty consciences and bright ether converge in his spirit walk. They are guided to one of the many rivers of souls that exist beyond.\n\nTime passes."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Rekkan hadn't been exaggerating about the small war that brew between the people of the town, along with travellers caught in the mess. Priscilla and Marsila were able to escape most of the brawls, using the shifter's senses to their advantage. It wasn't until they were a street away from their destination that two thugs came upon them. Marlisa was less then pleased about the criminals who were now blocking their path though it did give Marsila an idea for two horses they rode on. The moment the two large animals drew closer towards them, Marsila could sense their curiosity towards the shifter as her scent had been far from human. \n\n\"Well ain't it our lucky day. Two women for our pleasure.\" Said the scruffier looking male. His mousy blonde hair had been dishevelled along with the clothes he wore though the neatly trimmed goatee that decorated his chin contrasted against his unkempt appearance . It was apparent that he didn't care for the way he looked compared to his mate. The other male was dressed in a deep v-neck jacket painted black which remained open to reveal a plain white shirt underneath. He didn't have any hair growing from his scalp or his face, instead they had been shaved clean. \n\n\"Maybe we could sell them after we are done.\" His partner commented in front of the girls, purposely trying to make them squirm as he slid off the saddle's leather. He gripped onto the cantle for balance to avoid tripping over his feet once they landed against the ground. Marsila was instant when she clasped her fingers around Priscilla's arm and dragged her behind herself. The woman almost tripped from the shock of being pulled, distracted by the image of her husband being beaten to the pulp that replayed in her head. The two men on the other hand were conversing with eachother like the two girls were nothing but a slab of meat. This gave Marsila a chance to turn towards Priscilla.\n\n\"No matter what happens, don't interfere.\" The woman almost laughed at Marsila. She didn't need to be told this, Priscilla hadn't planned on going anywhere near them. The shifter was put to ease by her reaction before she turned back towards the thug's who tied their horses to a post. Striding towards them, Marsila curled her fingers into a balled fist when she realised she had left her dagger back at the house. She couldn't feel the cool metal against her ankle like it usually did when she kept it hidden, so she would have to fight using her fists. \n\nPriscilla stepped back with every step they took in their direction. \"Hey now missy, we need you too. Better to have two than one alone.\" He chuckled, eyeing the woman over with a lustful stare. When the blonde went to pass Marsila, the shifter stood in his way at the last moment, causing the thug to look towards her in amusement. \"What? You don't want your friend having the attention?\" He asked in a teasing manner. \n\nHer hand was a blur until it connected with the man's face, hitting him directly on the nose with an audible crack. Blood abruptly rivered from his nostrils, angering him as he reached up to cover the centre of his face with his hands. \"What the fuck?!\" \n\nAs his friend neared to see the damage she inflicted and furrowed his brows. \"Damn this chick has a punch to her.\" He began before turning to the woman with an amused grin which didn't last long as the moment his gaze reached hers, Marsila didn't waste a minute with forcing her foot against his abdomen. He wasn't anticipating her attack as he was thrown a few feet back from the strength of her kick. He was left winded against the ground but was able to lift himself back up, his eyes glaring towards Marsila with the humour leaving his face. He was pissed.\n\nMeanwhile Marsila had turned her attention to the blonde who had pulled out one of his own blades though this had double edges compared to her own that she had left behind. It was a tactic to scare the girl. He hadn't intended on using it, instead he wanted to install fear so Marsila and Priscilla wouldn't cause them any more issues. The shifter looked towards the dagger as any emotion she had before dropped from her face. \"You're joking.\" Was her comment before lunging towards him as she had no weapon herself and knew he would slice up her arm if she attempted to throw punches. Sure she would heal but it still cause her pain. As she forced her shoulder into his chest, the blade was plunged into the side of Marsila's ribs though the adrenaline was quick to dim her suffering significantly. The man was thrown against the ground and the shifter waisted no time as she rushed towards him and straddled his chest before he had the chance to realise what had just happened. \n\n\"Behind you!\" Priscilla screamed out as the shifter grabbed both sides of his face and slammed it against the earthen floor, rendering him unconscious. The bald thug's foot connected with Marsila's head, dazing her as her body hit the ground after sliding off the unconscious man. A small groan left her lips as she could feel the headache form. A hand grasped her arm and flipped the shifter onto her back. Before she realised what was happening, Marsila felt the thick hands around her neck and a weight on her stomach, cutting the oxygen so she wasn't able to breath. Her eyes widened as she could feel her head growing light, her fingers clawed at his hands with desperation. As the adrenaline began to ware off, the pain in her ribs reminded her that there was a blade currently sticking out of her to which she used when she pulled it out from her flesh and plunged it into the man's temple.\n\nThe weight of his hands ceased though she was now crushed by the large man with his blood falling freely on top of her. Using the strength she had left, Marsila dragged the corpse off her body before shakily standing. She rubbed against the fading bruise on her neck, hating that she allowed herself to be distracted which resulted in the man holding an advantage over her when he kicked her in the back of the head. Priscilla raced to Marsila, fearing she was wounded heavily but was surprised when she lifted the shifter's shirt to find the laceration was now a small scratched that marked her skin. \"How? I saw the dagger literally stick out of your body.\"\n\n\"I'll explain later.\" Without another word, Marsila walked towards the horses that had been tied to a post. \"This was a blessing in disguise if you ask me.\" She continued, hoping that Priscilla wasn't stressing over the scene she had witnessed. Marsila was quick with untying the horses and calming them down as they started to back away before she managed to lift herself up onto one of the saddles. Looking back at Priscilla, she watched as the woman copied her without complaint, finding herself riding on the large mare. \n\nThe two continued their journey until they reached her friend's house. Marsila realised what the books had been for when Priscilla traded them in for the wagon, the shifter didn't enjoy her swapping her belongings in exchange for the wagon but kept her comments to herself. The books must have been significant as she found the trade to be unfair towards the male. \n\nOnce they sorted the horses and the wagon, Priscilla hid away inside the carriage whilst Marsila rode at the front, directing the horses back to the house they were resting in. They made sure to avoid any Main Street which proved useful as they had found themselves back to the small house Rekkan and the husband were in without crossing paths with other criminals."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Rekkan closes the process of guidance and feels the atmosphere around the house to lighten. It has been a long time since he last performed such a rite and, even though his soul is weary, his body feels refreshed from the spirit walk that the man executed. In a way, it has aided him in feeling comfortable with himself where his physical shape has been faltering. Now, he just needs to wait for Marsila, who is taking her sweet time in the accounts of how the hours pass.\n\n\"Priscilla...?\"\n\nThe voice of the husband makes Rekkan open his eyes. The shimmer of red fades, bringing about his normal dark brown hue. The warrior rises from his seat with some difficulty and goes to the door on the back, the same he opened to see the man lying in bed, unconscious. It seems that he has awakened now.\n\nNot to startle the man, Rekkan knocks first before opening the door. His large frame enters the bedroom to find a man in a state of delirium. \"Wh-who are you..?! No, no!! I have nothing!! Where is Priscilla?! Where is my wife?! Leave her alone!! Stay back!! Stay back!!\" He tries to calm the man by raising his hands in front of his body. \"Easy. Your wife went on an errand with my friend. They will be back soon. She patched you and I up, aww?\" As true as Rekkan tries to be, the man's bulging and bloodshot eyes do not see a wounded figure in front of him. Sweat runs down the husband's beaten face and drenches his bandages. He looks pretty shook, but how he acts is worse than that. \"No, no, no!! Stay away!! What did you do to my wife?! My wife!! Where is she?!\" Poor guy. The warrior sneers with teeth clenched. Like an animal. That's not the reaction he should have had. This man isn't stable right now, not physically and not at all mentally. His eyes, red with exhaustion and from the trauma of being beaten into a pulp, see a monster before him glaring with bright red eyes. It's as if he can see through the flesh and see one of the spirits swirling around Rekkan's core, Vicious.\n\n\"Monster!! MONSTER!!!\" Rekkan shakes his head, lips curled as he tries to assess the situation. If this keeps up, neighbors and maybe worse characters will be drawn to inspect this house, especially after the dangerous parts of town became a war zone. Rekkan rushes to the man's side, making him try to rise from the bed and back away, only to be cornered against the wooden frame of the bed. \"Easy, I said. You will open your wounds. Your wife will be here shortly.\" Rekkan takes the shoulders of man to restrain him, though in his injured state it is hard to manage his strength. He inadvertently hurts the man in sore muscles and bandaged injuries. \"Gods!!! Gods, save me!!!\" Damn the madman. If only Priscilla was here, things could be different. However, the warrior is met with a disturbing feeling. His eyes widen at the the turn of his face, he witnesses the destruction of the wall as that feeling just becomes more and more aggravating. Two faces, one beaten and the other rugged, twist. One is horrified and the in a deep frown to the appearance of a behemoth of a... Man? A grotesque being with parts all down together by large and small stitches throughout his—its body.\n\n\"Uuuaaaaaagh!!!!\" After an ear-raping scream, the man passes out from the disgusting sight. Maybe it is best this way, for he won't try to run away and most likely open all of his wounds in the process. Rekkan, on the other hand, is thinking how the hell he didn't sense this thing approaching. That's when he feels, or rather doesn't, the hollow state of the being. It is like a vessel with nothing inside, no spirit, no heart. How can it be standing and grunting, moving its hulking mass towards the warrior? It cares little for the man laying on the bed, which brings the realization that the hunt has already begun. How much must the guy's head cost for a monster like this to show up here? Rekkan takes a deep breath, working an effort to stand before the monster and try to throw a punch against its broad and steeled abdomen. Where the man towers over other humans, this creature easily surpasses him, head grazing the ceiling. It grabs the man's body with a massive hand and throws him against the wall opposite to the bed, breaking through structure to collapse on the ground of the living room. Fuck. He's not even fully recovered it. Face down on the ground, Rekkan finds he has to put his life on the line again, but first he has to get the man out of the house. Luckily enough, it seems the monster is content in playing around with him, something that bars logic in a killing machine like this. A monster would outright kill him, but this manner of creature is toying with him, throwing him around the house. It has to be controlled by someone or something. But what?\n\nRekkan fidgets with fingers and roses his fiery core, creating a small shard akin to a glowing ember. He tosses it towards the monster and makes it crack, creating a flashing light that blinds the eyes of many living creatures... But this one is unfazed. It moves to try and grab him again, no matter of kicks knocking it back. The monster lifts Rekkan only to slam his back on the ground. \"Ack!!\" His stitches rip open and blood soaks the bandages covering his chest. This isn't a first, but it hurts like all fucking hell. And the guy can't go all out with Priscilla's husband behind him. He has to distract the monster somehow and then carry the man out of the house.\n\nBut will he really be able to do that with his body like this? He has to—they have to. Rekkan focuses his derailed core and brings blazing tendrils to rise from his soul and through the tattoo of a spiral with three cuts. The black ink swirls as the warrior raises his hand and points at the creature walking towards him. Such a cocky being, whoever controls this monster. It matters little. Vicious in black fur and chains erupts from a flock of fire that ascends and creeps into the ceiling. Through its waves, the chains ripple the air and wrap around the horrible being to shackle it, or try to. Adrenaline shoots into a normal levels as Rekkan rushes to the bed, grabbing the man and hauling him over his chest. He is about to slide out of the same wall the monster broke through when he is met by a cloaked figure that releases a wave of energy, knocking him and the unconscious man back and to the ground. Rekkan screams in pain as he sees Vicious being torn in half and turned to flames that dissipate into thin air. \"Wh-what...?!\"\n\n\"You made some really powerful people angry, young man.\" The cloaked figure states as it steps into the house. It is meticulous in its movement, waiting for any trick from the warrior. \"Don't try to run. You will only make my little boy angrier.\" Rekkan's own bloodshot eyes look onto the monster and its master with rage and hatred. He aims his right hand at the broken husband once and pleads. \"Save him, Serene. Please...\" His selfish nature cracks to reveal the humility the bound spirit seeks to hear from him, even if she barely does. The man grits his teeth as he feels the currents whirl around his core and quenching his flame for the instants that a beautiful woman seeps from the pores of his skin, first like steam turning to water before it all merging together to form Serene. The spirit rushes to the knocked out man's aid, an action that the cloaked figure is about to berate and cast magic upon until the surging of fire escalates before its \"Little boy\", turning into incandescent light and flame. The very body of the warrior crisps and turns to red hot fire as he screams a maddening roar and eyes burn red, then white. The core of his soul shatters to let essence spill and pulse through the entire house as Serene escapes through the front door with Priscilla'a husband in her arms. Waves of fiery red break through windows and holes on the walls, wrapping tendrils around the monster and the cloaked figure that fidget with its fingers, forming intricate seals as it touches its charred creation.\n\nBy this time, it is quite possible that the girls have just arrived to see the raging inferno and the strange woman carrying the man. She lays him on the ground and looks at Marsila, a spitting image of the woman that saved her from the crossbow man back at the warehouse. Then, like boiling water, her skin blisters and bursts into that liquid, turning to disappearing steam.\n\nFrom the inside of hell's fire comes a near zombified and naked Rekkan, chest bleeding with the crimson dripping down his abdomen and nethers. He falls forward and face first on the ground, losing his senses. What the fuck just happened?"
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila's heart almost stopped when she saw the house ablaze. The heat caused her skin to flush a pink hue as they grew closer until the horses refused to go any further. \"Priscilla stay where you are.\" She instructed with an urgent tone. \n\nAnnoyed they couldn't go any further, the shifter jumped from the boxed seat she sat upon and raced closer towards the house in time to witness the female apparition that had saved her earlier that morning. Her steps faltered slightly, trying to make sense of what she was until Marsila noticed Priscilla's husband being onto the ground before dissipating into steam. She was quick to pick the husband up in her arms without much difficulty, carrying him towards the wagon as his wife opened the door for the two of them. \n\nPriscilla instantly brought kneeled by her husband and placed her hands against one of his cheeks. Marsila was too distressed about the large male that was still in the blazing house that she wasn't able to watch their reunion even though the man was passed out. Turning from the carriage, the shifter raced towards the entry way of the house, eyeing inside but wasn't able to see through the flames and smoke. Once she saw a figure stumble from the burning building, Marsila had to cover her nose as the stench of burning flesh caused her eyes to tear. \n\nKneeling besides Rekkan, the shifter didn't care for his nudity as she placed her hand against his skin, causing her palm to sear due to the sensitivity she experienced towards heat. A small hiss left her lips, shaking her hand so the air would cool the burning sensation. This was going to be difficult. Stepping over his body, she placed her feet on either side of her torso and knelt down so she could hook her arms under his pits. The shifter raised herself up, bringing Rekkan's chest off the ground before she began shuffling backwards. As she did so, the warrior's body slowly peeled from the floor until his back was resting against her chest.\n\nShe turned her head to face the Wagon, wishing the large animals weren't so fearful of the flames. She found it difficult to carry Rekkan compared to the husband as he weighed double what the man did and his body scorched her whenever his skin touched hers. After some struggle and help from Priscilla, Marsila was able to drag the warrior into the wagon for the woman to care for before she closed the doors on the three. She knew they didn't have much time before who ever attacked Rekkan, returned. Lifting herself onto the seat built into the front of the carriage, the shifter wrapped her fingers along the reigns and forced the horses into a canter. She wasn't sure what direction they were heading towards, all that mattered to Marsila was finding somewhere safe for the four of them."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The warrior has lost consciousness before stumbling out of the house. What ever has happened seems to be a distant cry in the heavy mind of the man while his wounds are tended to by Priscilla. Sadly, most of her supplies have been destroyed in the fire. They need to find a water source, something that the woman tells Marsila. Once they leave the town, they should look for a river where Rekkan can cool off.\n\nMeanwhile, his blistered and red hot body shivers, slowly reforming some parts defused to prompt the explosion of energy. He actually became the fire for a few moments, though that is impossible to perceive by any that did not see his searing transformation. Regressing to his flesh form, the guy's muscles burn and ache all over from within, a sharp stinging sensation that will take time due to the over exertion.\n\nIn his blank and frail state, the man cannot sense the outside world, possibly just coming to a low state of consciousness when already outside the walls. He tries to open his eyes from. The creeping darkness and see only to find his vision skewered by how hard he pushed the whole of his body, spirit and mind."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "It had been hours since they left the small town. The moment they managed their escape, Marsila forced the horses to fall into a simple trot before resting the reigns on her lap. She trusted the two stallions to follow the path as she closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to heighten so the shifter would be able to pick up any suspicious scents. For a strange reason, Marsila felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over her as the damp earthy smell of the forest flooded her nostrils. She also gathered the sound of rushing water towards their left, praying the gods that a source of water was nearby. \n\nAfter a few minutes passed and she was sure they were safe from any bandits, the shifter opened her eyes to see the horses had slowed their pace to a walk. She didn't complain, they had been dragging with them, a wagon that carried four beings whilst cantering from the city. Grabbing a hold of the reigns, she veered the horses off towards their left, taking them from the smooth dirt path. To their luck, the direction they headed had been clear of fallen branches and rocks that would have made it difficult for those inside the wagon. \n\nAs they reached a river bed, Marsila pulled her arms back so they were laying in line with her body with the reigns still in her hands. Once horses halted to a stand, Marsila released the reigns and and jumped towards the ground."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "The journey is uneventful. Up until they come upon the stream, Rekkan is on and off conscious, mind going to and fro the battle and the tower of a creature that did not budge against his attacks. Who could the man in the cloak be to control such a frightening vessel? The scariest part is that it has no soul or a core. That monster is hollow, like no other the wanderer has fought in his travels. This only fuels the nightmares that make him surface from his dream world, only to make him plunge into the darkness from the strain on his body.\n\nIt doesn't look like that on the outside, but his shape is being restructured, a consequence of using so much energy while already exhausted from the wounds and stress from the battle at the warehouse. Were he completely recovered, it could have been a different story. No, the cycle repeats itself in his mind. He is grabbed by the monster and split in half. What a gruesome sight for his closed eyes to see flash. And yet, there seems to be no hope of waking up.\n\nWhile Rekkan and Bran, Priscilla'a husband, are in such states, the woman tends to them as best as she can. She asks Marsila to help put them down by the river, where she begins to clean the two after taking off the bandages of her husband, which are all dirty. They will, however, have to find more supplies if they're to properly treat the two and mend them back to good health."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric laid there next to her, weighing the options. He was still in chock at what had happened, \"I never thought in a million years, that I would be Lord Stafford... Or that I would have a _Lady_ Stafford. You couldn't imagine something better.\" He laughed a little, at the retrospection. \"A smaller ceremony, saves money and gets the job done. No need for something large. You have full reign over the ceremony, whatever you want we will have, we should also prepare to furnish a room for the little Stafford.\" Eric placed a hand on her stomach, his voice filled with excitement. \n\n\"So, we should probably let the Queen know, at some point, shouldn't we?\" He said, a little anxious at the prospect."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Let's work on getting the documents signed and Stormalong's renovations finished before we worry about drapes and furnishings.\" She mused, and when his hand moved to her stomach she swallowed thickly. Truthfully, this was terrifying, and to top it all off she was going to be running Astoria for gods knows how long. She'd be lucky to make it through the next month without having a full blown breakdown. Angelica placed her hand over his and pushed herself into a seated position. Sleep would never find her now, she might as well find something productive to do while Eric slept. \n\nAngelica nodded at mention of the Queen, and ran her tongue over her lips before pursing them together. \"I suppose we should. But, maybe we wait until she returns?\" She asked, then paused. If they were going to be married, and _soon_ then Anya would miss the ceremony, if they waited for The Queen and Princes' return, they'd already be married, and there wouldn't really be much to tell."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric laughed, \"Who knows how long she will be gone? We might be parents by the time she comes back. We'd best tell her as soon as we can, avoid her from thinking we were intentionally being secretive or something like that.\" He paused, weariness struck him again, \"I didn't sleep the whole journey. Maybe we could tell her in morning, if she hasn't left yet. I'm not sure how soon she plans on leaving.\" \n\nEric was already thinking about Stormalong. His new _home_, he hadn't had a stable home since Randall Storm took him on as squire. Now Eric would have somewhere he would raise his child, maybe even children. A large castle, a court that was his. His children wouldn't have to worry about raiders and bandits, about dying due to walls being too thin for a winter chill. They would never childhood hunger or starvation. His chest hurt from the thoughts, \"I really can't believe it... I really can't wait, I won't lie... I'm excited.\" He said quietly, laying back down next to her, knowing she was probably going to go and do some sort of busy work until she fell asleep again."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "He raised the exact concern she'd had, and when he did she leaned back against the headboard. Shifting enough to put a pillow between it and her back, she reaching blindly for him. Fingers found his hair, and she guided him down to let him lay his head in her lap, stroking her fingers through his dark locks as he spoke. He admitted to his excitement, and she gave a soft chuckle. \n\n\"I'm glad you're excited and not furious.\" She told him, her tone just as soft. \"Get some rest, we'll tell Anyanka in the morning, I'll wake you at first light.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "He'd never really known real, comfort, the comfort of another person affectionate and close to him. Sleep found him almost instaneously and the sound of low, heavy breathing was heard as he slipped of into a deep sleep. His dreams were filled with imaginings of Stormalong in a better condition, of his new family. For once, they weren't filled with bad memories from the South. Just peace and quiet."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Eric had dropped Mikhail off at his mother's chambers, and the boy stood outside them long after the knight had disappeared. What felt like a lifetime passed before Anya opened the door from the inside, and she gave Mikhail a small half smile. \n\n\"Were you going to wait out here all night, love?\" She questioned, and Mikhail raised a brow. \n\n\"How did you know I was-?\"\n\n\"I always know when you're close by Mikhail, I'm your mother.\" She told him, her smile growing into a genuine one. The Prince swallowed, trying to find words to say, but finally he just stepped forward, wrapping his arms around his mother's frame. She echoed the gesture, and held him tightly, her hand finding his soaked black hair with mild discomfort at realizing it was ink that had dyed it and not a glamour. The pair stood in their embrace for a long time before Mikhail loosened his grip, and Anya ushered him inside. \n\n\"How are you feeling?\" She asked, her gaze catching the ink on her hand from the touch of his hair as she moved to take a seat on the edge of her bed.\n\n\"Fine. Sir Stafford was very kind, I believe he went easy on our journey home to accommodate me.\" He said, and his hand moved to his shoulder to rub at it idly. \"Has Mister Danico arrived yet?\" \n\nAnya shook her head, the ribbon in her hair that held it back loosening a bit with the motion. \"No, he's running late so it seems. I was going to give him one more day to arrive, and if he doesn't then we'll head out on our own.\" She mused, and placed her hands on her thighs. \"Are you tired, hungry, anything?\" \n\nMikhail moved to take a seat beside her, and he leaned his head against her bare shoulder, not bothering if he stained her skin with the ink. \"I'm always tired and hungry. But I think I just need a bath, father gave me some books for our journey, I was hoping to start on them tonight.\" She nodded, and kissed his crown. \"I'll have a bath drawn for you, and the fires in your room lit so you can read and enjoy the warmth.\" She told him, embracing him once more before standing. With that, Anyanka stood, and headed into the hall to pass along the requests. Before the hour was up Mikhail had been guided to the bath connected to his chambers, and the fires had been lit in his room. Thick blankets were piled high on the bed, and a tray of breads and treats were left on his nightstand, along with a warm cup of sipping chocolate for him when he returned. It was nice to have him home, and Anya returned to her own chambers to rest.\n\nWhen morning came, Angelica still hadn't fallen asleep. She'd spent the night stroking Eric's hair, her eyes closed as she leaned back against the headboard and worked through a list of what needed to be done in the next twenty four hours. A list became a structure, and that structure branched out to include the people involved. She needed to speak to Anya, and Mikhail in turn, about their upcoming trip. She needed to secure their passage, and make sure she had Anya's approval and wishes on all the upcoming events and how she wanted them to run. She needed to make sure Mara was able to stay in Zahrada for the time being, until Dayveth could return. She needed to make sure Dayveth understood that it was a political mission first, personal relations needed to be set aside. She needed him to know about the situation with Mikhail, and all that had happened, so he didn't overstep. She needed Zane to stop moping about and actually speak to her so they could get their jobs done. She needed the work on Stormalong castle to be resumed immediately. What was damaged in the fall needed to be restored completely before the month was out. They had less time to get it situated than they had thought, and with Eric's new title he was bound to be headed that way and _remain_ in Stormalong for as long as Anya was gone.\n\nShe needed to stop thinking about the knot in her chest when she thought about him leaving. She needed to stop thinking about the news Mara had given her, and the worry that a child would stunt their personal and political growth. That she'd just put a cap on where Eric could advance, and herself by proxy. She _knew_ that an heir was good for him, but it wasn't good for the Chancellor of Astoria to suddenly become the Lady of Stormalong. It would be one thing is Feyshore and Astoria had merged once more, but the fact Anya had left the territories separate complicated things on paper. \n\nHer mind was still milling when the morning light turned the woman's eyelids a soft pink, and she opened them with a long exhale before stopping her hand that still pushed through Eric's hair. She hadn't realized she'd been doing it all night until the soreness in her arm settled, and she tapped his scalp twice. \"Eric?\""
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Marsila gave Priscilla space after she helped clean the wounds of the two men. She did not want to risk distracting the woman so instead, she made her way towards the two stallions. She observed the horses and the scars that lined their bodies from the beating they had gotten from their previous riders. It pissed Marsila off immensely but she wasn't able to change the past, she had to remind herself that the two were now in her care. Perhaps they could continue to venture with Rekkan and herself after they dropped Pricilla and Bran to the nearest city. \n\nUnlatching the large animals from the wagon, she lead them to the bed of water whilst being sure to give the others some space. They seemed pleased to have a source they could drink from, exhausted and filled with thirst from their journey. As the horses refreshed themselves, Marsila found herself walking to the group and knelt by Rekkan's side. \n\n\"How is he doing?\" She asked Priscilla, not caring too much about the husband as the large male was her priority. \"His fever has cooled slightly after his skin had been washed, The stitches along his chest wound has been torn and I have no supplies so I can't stitch it back up. He's lucky the laceration hadn't become infected but the cloth I tore from Bran's shirt, I've wrapped around the wound and his chest won't hold the blood for long. The other cuts over his body aren't significant enough for me to close so I've patched them up with what I've had on me personally.\"\n\nThe woman looked stressed but Marsila couldn't blame her. She was thankful the woman had a kind enough heart to help the two strangers who've caused the loss of her home. Her eyes scanned over Rekkan's battered appearance, her lips pursing together as she brought her fingers to the amulet that hung from her neck. It weighed heavily against her chest from the thought of having caused all this, but she kept that to herself. She didn't need to worry Priscilla with her sorrows. \"We will leave soon.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric's eyes fluttered open and he shifted a little in her grasp. \"Hey...\" He said, through a yawn, sitting up and stretching his arms. \"Good morning.\" His back leaned against the headboard and he smiled at his soon-to-be-wife. \"Did you sleep at all last night?\" He asked, noting the tired look she had, and the worried look she always had. \"Probably not.\" Answering his own question, he slipped out of her bed and looked around, realizing he was in Angelica's room. \"I don' have any extra clothes in here.\" He said, looking at the riding clothes that had been discarded on the ground, he started putting some of it on so he wasn't walking to his room in the looser fitting clothes he wore beneath it. \n\n\"I'll be back after I change, then we can go talk to the queen, I suppose. Unless you'd prefer breakfast first.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Her stare was a million miles away, but she gestured to her wardrobe. \"I stashed a few outfits for you in the bottom, behind my shoes.\" She told him as offering. Whether he wanted them or not didn't bother her. She was thinking about breakfast, but the thought of it was unappealing. \"And no, I didn't. We should talk once you've gotten dressed. I don't want to delay anything, who knows how long she'll be around.\" She mused, and when he slipped from the bed only then did she realize how cold it was in her chambers. Compared to the isles, Astoria was frigid this time of year. Eric's warmth reminded her of the isles, and she couldn't help but muse that she'd love getting to spend the rest of her days with a man who radiated summertime."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Rekkan is awake - as awake as an exhausted and weakened man can be - and looks up at the woman kneeling"
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric looked at Angelica with a tilt to his head. Did she mean the outfit he'd given her? Or did she actually just _take_ some of his clothes. He opened the wardrobe and looked toward the back, finding a fresh set of clothes for Eric to wear. \"I've been _looking_ for these. I thought they got taken to the wrong person at court after laundry.\" The set was older, something he brought from Stormalong. It looked nice, in a simpler way. Most of what he had worn while a squire was more simple type stuff, so people knew he wasn't anyone important. Yet, they always knew who he was. It was likely the way he carried himself, the air of authority he presented. \n\n\"So, when we tell her, we should just move into the same room. It'd make this whole thing easier.\" Eric said, as he slipped out of the loose under clothing and into the fresh clothes. \"I'm ready to go see her whenever you are ready. \""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Relax, they've only been in here since our return from the Isles. I didn't want to risk you finding yourself k this exact situation. If you noticed, I have a few pieces in your wardrobe too.\" She told him, watching as he got dressed. \n\nFinally she pulled herself from bed, and moved to get changed as well. She'd long ago learned how to fix her own laces, and managed just fine without the help of a maid in the morning. Pulling a comb through her hair she checked her reflection in the looking glass. Acceptable enough for this conversation. \n\n\"She and the Prince will most likely be in the dining hall for breakfast. We'll just have to have this discussion before Mikhail as well.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Rekkan is awake - as awake as an exhausted and weakened man can be - and looks up at the woman kneeling next to him. His sight is a blur, silhouettes misunderstood in the blinding light of the sun that bathes his face. His hand reaches out to grasp at something from her, not entirely knowing why or what. Perhaps the warrior wants to hold on to something, feel now that he is made of flesh and bone once more. His rugged digits wrap around soft skin. His eyes, barely capable of rousing lids, roll up and behind their shutters. \"Nnngh... Marsila..\"\n\nIn his dreams, he never did rendezvous with the shifter girl. He is still waiting for her back at the town, trapped in a cycle of worry and concern. The makeshift bandages that Priscilla wrapped around his wounds are soaked in blood and need a change sooner rather than later, not to mention clothing that he requires as well.\n\n\"The sooner, the better.\" Priscilla says. \"At least they don't risk infection, not for now. But we need proper bandages and medicine to make sure they will recover. Your friend especially. He is so lucky he is still alive. I don't know how he is, to be honest.\" To be honest, neither does the guy. Considering he's just been in the brink of death and out of it, his subconscious is more than a little messed up. The bound spirits to his core wrestle for control of an unstable center as it restructures itself. The process is drawn out, as the damage done is beyond the flesh, tiring mind and fragmenting soul. But in the culmination of the three states, the man heals, little by little."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric smiled and approached her, pulling her into a hug and giving her a kiss. \"I still can't believe it.\" He said quietly to her. \"I guess we should go then.\" Eric took the lead, openning the door for her to step through first. His stomach sank with nervousness, was he really about to go tell Anya that he was marrying her Chancellor?\n\nHe couldn't shake the feeling of amazement, like he was living in some sort of story for children. A peasant boy from Taemar becomes a Lord and marries a pretty Chancellor and the two happily everafter in some castle somewhere. Though, with the Araedian thing on the horizon, he doubted there would be any such thing as happily everafter."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anya was in the dining hall, enjoying a pleasant conversation with Mikhail about a book he had read the night prior. \"And the women in the tribe get selected by a god -Their gods aren't the same as ours. And they-\" He paused as footfalls sounded in the entryway, and both the Durkhans looked up to see Eric and Angelica join them.\n\n\"I was beginning to wonder where you'd run off to.\" Anya teased, and gestured towards the seats. \"Will you be joining us for breakfast?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric looked at Angelica, then back at Queen Anya before taking a seat. The nervous look he casted over at Angelica, wondering who would initiate the conversation. He guessed it was himself , and he put on a sort of pleasant smile. \n\n\"Your grace, \" Eric started, a little nervously, \"Angelica and I have something we should tell you, I guess...\" He wasn't sure where to go with the rest of the sentence, \"Her and I are getting married.\" He finished out bluntly, quickly looking at Angelica for the damage control and further explanation. He didn't really mean to just lay it out like that, but that's how it came out."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica had fully expected to do the talking, so when Eric spoke up she gave him a small surprised look. It quickly transitioned into a furious blush and she put her hand to her forehead, trying to hide it. \n\n\"Eric you didn't have to be so _blunt_ about it.\" She laughed and looked to Anya who had paused with her glass halfway to her lips.\n\n\"So Angelica is the woman you were talking about?\" Mikhail asked of Eric, and he gave the blonde woman a small smile. \"Congratulations.\"\n\n\"Wait, you're _what_? I didn't even know you two were together.\""
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"message": "\"Well I figured it'd be best to just say it, I guess.\" Eric said, quickly trying to defend himself from Angelica. \"And, yes, your grace. We are, since, uh, we were in isles and we were assigned the same room.\" His face gained a little color too as the conversation went on. Not really sure how to carry on with the second part of the conversation, Angelica and he hadn't really gone over everythign they were going to talk about. He looked at Angelica quizzically, trying to ask if they were going to say the second thing, or keep it a secret."
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"message": "Anyanka's brow raised and Mikhail laughed. \"I knew father had done that for a reason.\" He mused, and Anya looked to him before turning to Angelica. \n\nHer eyes narrowed, and she looked between them both. \"You're pregnant aren't you?\" She asked. \n\nAngelica nodded. \"I am.\" She confirmed and it was Mikhail's brow that raised this time. \n\nAnya, however, jumped out of her chair with a scream, and crossed the room in a heartbeat to embrace the woman."
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"message": "As soon as the confirmation was given by Angelica, Eric sort of froze up and watched Queen Anya jump out of her chair and hug Angelica. Atleast she was happy about it. Eric didn't know what to do from here, but he looked at Mikhail and focussed in on something else, \"The Pirate King is your _father_?\" Eric asked, surprised. Never really knowing who Mika's father was. He didn't exactly know how to ask that and it more came out as an unintentional thing, but this last two days were filled with surprises."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "It wasn't what he'd expected anyone to focus on, but Mikhail nodded at Eric's question. Anyanka and Angelica hugged, and the blonde let out a breath. \n\n\"I thought you were going to be furious.\"\n\n\"Why would I be?\"\n\n\"It's awful timing.\"\n\n\"So? Mikhail wasn't exactly planned either-\"\n\n\"-I'm right here, mother.\""
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"message": "\"We decided to sort of accelerate the relationship, though, it was likely going there anyway even without out our surprise. So, Angelica is planning out the ceremony in Stormalong in a week or two. A smaller affair, enough to make things seem normal, but nothing extravagant. And then... I suppose she will return here and I will stay there administrating Stormalong until you return and she can come back to Stormalong, whenever she is ready, of course.\" Eric explained, some of the finer points."
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"message": "\"Rekkan, I'm here.\" Her voice held a warm soothing tone to it as she tried to make sense of his condition. She assumed he was dreaming, though by the beats of his pacing heart, it could have fallen to nightmares. The shifter could only hope she was wrong. \n\nTearing her gaze reluctantly from the warrior, Marsila tilted focus towards Priscilla, who mutter calming words into her husbands ear. \"Priscilla, I will need you to reattach the horses to the wagon while I sort these two out.\" She instructed as she began with Rekkan. His body didn't burn her as much now, as she slid her arms beneath his shoulder blades and his thighs, allowing her to lift the man. Her legs struggled somewhat to raise her body as the weight of his muscle made it a harder task to carry him back inside the wooden box. Grunting with every few steps while trying to not cause him any more damage. Eventually, the shifter managed to transfer the men into the wagon as Priscilla finished with the horses. \n\n\"Do you know where we are heading towards? Because I am absolutely clueless.\" Marsila asked, hoping she knew more about the area as she had probably lived in Astoria most of her life. Her suspicions were confirmed when Priscilla gave a brief nod. \n\n\"From the path we took, we are heading towards Ibethiel.\" That was all Marsila needed. Ibethiel in her opinion wasn't exactly one of the best places to hide but it would suffice in keeping the couple safe. Once they found somewhere they could rest and eat without fear of a blade being thrown in their direction, Marsila and Rekkan would need to figure out their next move. Mainly, how to rid the bounty that had been placed on his head."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "Muffled words penetrate ears, making them ring true. The sound travels through water that protects a weak conscience against the ravaging flames of a black furred beast. It gives the man solace. The dim light of his own fire sparks stronger as his states are ushered to full rest by the soothing embrace of bound serenity. It wavers not to the rampage of the chained fires that besiege it and is granted revitalization by the presence of one that cares truly about Rekkan. When was the last time that the guy had someone to call his friend? It seems that the time is now, more than ever.\n\nThe short pit stop ends and the four are once again journeying through the trail out to the border between Astoria and Ibethiel. Priscilla comments that is best to stop in a village on the way to get supplies and rest enough for the men to regían their consciences and basic motor skills. She figures that if there is an alchemist or herbalist at their next stop, she will have the necessary ingredients to decrease recovery time and help mend the bodies faster.\n\nThe village in question is one of the smallest and a remote location close to the corner border of Ibethiel and Astoria. It rarely sees passing of travellers because the most popular routes go through Terresol or Northern Feyshore. This might be the refuge they need for the first night, at least. With any luck, one of the hovels houses what or who Priscilla is looking for."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka turned at Eric's explanation, and her brow knitted together. \"You can't get married next week we-\" She cut herself off, her gaze moving to Mikhail. She'd been so worried for Mikhail's sake when she found out she was carrying him, about the prospect of him being a bastard. Heath was gone, so she'd done what she had to do to give him a family, and it had been a disaster. \n\nShe wouldn't ask the same of Angelica. If she had the opportunity for a marriage, and a family, and to live the life Anya had wanted so desperately for herself, she wasn't going to stop her. The Queen's brow softened, and she gave a small smile. \n\n\"Congratulations to the both of you, we'll have to celebrate once we've returned. I'm sorry I won't be able to attend your wedding.\" She looked to Angelica, and let out a long breath. \"Begin repairs on Stormalong's castle immediately. Allocate the funds from my personal accounts, as a gift for your wedding.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric's heart felt as if it skipped a beat, the refurbishment of the Keep might be entirely complete by thaw. _His_ castle would be repaired entirely. The prospect was still alien, he'd need to make it a home, for him, and his eyes went to Angelica, and for the next generation of _Staffords_. Another generation, he and Angelica would be the first noble Staffords. \n\n\"Your grace... I couldn't thank you enough, there are still funds in Stormalong's treasury from my campaign in the south. I will be sure to use those first, and for anything non-essential.\" He said, a smile on his face. The last two days had been already some of the best moments in his life."
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"message": "She nodded, and Angelica moved to take a seat at the table beside Mikhail. The blonde looked to the boy, and he gave her a half hearted smile. \n\n\"So I'll have a cousin?\" Mikhail asked, only the faintest hint of amusement in his tone. Angelica gave a small, nervous laugh and nodded. \n\n\"Yes, I suppose you will.\" She mused, and reached for his hand to squeeze it tightly. \"_Listen, Mikhail_,\" She started, her gaze fixed on Eric and Anya as they spoke of repairs. \"_I know the last year has been awful, and we've still got a long way to go before we find any sort of calm in this storm. But for what it's worth, I'm glad to see you again._\" She finally pulled her gaze away from Eric to look at the Prince, who was watching the Queen and her Knight as well. \n\n\"I wish the circumstances of my return were better, but I look forward to that calm one day, Lady Angelica.\" Mikhail mused, and Anya gave a laugh, wrapping her arms around Eric in an embrace. \n\n\"You've been endlessly loyal and crucial to everything that we've become as a nation, Eric. You don't have to thank me, but if you hurt Angelica or my godchild I will personally see to your destruction.\""
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"message": "Eric gave a nervous laugh as soon as he felt Anya's arms wrap around him. \"I would never, in any situation. If anything, I'm more worried about her hurting me. She's terrifying when angry.\"\n\nEric said, returnning the hug somewhat awkwardly as he normally did when Anya displayed anyform of affection. It was always so strange when she did. He was still getting used to affection from Angelica."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica rolled her eyes at the comment. \"Please, Eric, I'm not terrifying. I just know what I want and do what I need to to assure it happens.\" She scoffed, and moved to stand once more. Once she did, she crossed around the table to take Eric's hand. \"We'll leave you to your breakfast, Durkhan's. I've got construction to oversee, and this one needs to find me something shiny.\" She teased, and squeezed Eric's hand."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Eric laughed at the shiny comment, and tightened his grip in her hand and stood up. For probably the first time, Anya saw a hint of real emotion in Eric's face when he looked at Angelica. The look of complete affection and near-happiness was there every time his gaze moved over her. \n\n\"Enjoy your breakfast.\" He said, giving the two a token glance before beginning to walk off with Angelica. It hit him, he didn't want to go. He really didn't want to go to Stormalong for however long Anyanka would be gone, the place would feel empty without his new-wife living there with him. As they walked away, Eric leaned in, \"I need to learn how to govern.\" He said quietly, a voice filled with realization over the fact that, along with the prestige of ruling over one of the largest cities in Marin, Eric needed to actually know how to govern that city, along with the surrounding villages and farmland. \n\n\"I've never really been good with numbers, and governing is mostly numbers.\""
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"message": "Zane entered the estate sometime before noon, and he immediately regretted it. There was the smell of food in the air still, and it made his stomach growl in protest, wanting real food in it and not soup. He made his way to the kitchen, and stole some leftover food from breakfast, not really caring what he took.\n\nAfter eating his fair share of the food, he made to return to his room. He had barely entered and began to remove his shirt, when he spotted Anya sitting on his bed. \n\n\"Madame, I didn't see you.\" He lowered his shirt as he spoke, \"To what do I owe this visit?\""
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"message": "She'd been waiting for the man's return all morning. Breakfast had passed with the news of two of her courts intention to be married, and Zane had not arrived. Mikhail had gone with Eric to watch the man spar while they awaited the arrival of \n\nZane still hadn't returned. Annoyance bit at her that he hadn't at least stopped by to say goodbye before she left, so she headed to his room, wondering if the man had slipped in unannounced and that's why they hadn't been notified. The man had been able to slip in and out of the Vincentien courts without anyone blinking an eye, it was entirely possible he slipped past the guards who worked for him. \n\nHe wasn't in his room either, but it wasn't long before he showed. When the door opened she turned her gaze to it, and at his question she pressed her lips into a tight line. \n\n\"I was beginning to wonder if you'd defected, Harmattan.\""
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"message": "Zane laughed a bit at that, despite the obvious tension on her face. \"I may have been hired to kill Mika, but I don't have any plans to continue through on that yet. You don't have to worry too much.\"\n\nHe moved towards the bed and sat down next to her. \"Speaking of the young prince, when is he due to return?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Considering you keep bringing up your recent career opportunity to kill my son, I'm not really interested in telling you when he will be arriving.\" Anyanka pointed out, and looked him over. He had bags under his eyes, a tired complexion, and what looked to be bread crumbs down the front of his shirt.\n\n\"You look significantly worse for wear that you did a week ago.\" She pointed out, picking a crumb from his shirt and flicking it onto the floor."
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"message": "\"Damn, there goes plan B.\" He mumbled jokingly at her saying she wouldn't tell him when Mika would arrive.\n\n\"I haven't had much sleep or food as of late, but I'll be fine.\" He told her, picking at some of the other crumbs on his clothes. \"I'm just looking at it as getting used to the next few weeks.\"\n\nHe rolled his shoulders a bit, hiding his flinch as the cauterized wound moved weird. \"Only thing I'm truly worried about is Angelica being the death of me while you're all gone. The sleep and food only pale in comparison to dealing with her.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "\"Trust me, Angelica has bigger things to worry about than harassing you while I'm away.\" Anya murmured, and didn't miss the flinch. His comment about prepping for the weeks to come by neglecting himself made her roll her eyes and she stood from her place on his bed. \n\n\"Zane you're going to be no use to _anyone_ if you're intentionally exhausting yourself. I'm still waiting on the rest of the travel party to arrive. I'll most likely be here for the rest of the evening, which means _you_\" She pressed a finger to his chest. \"Need to eat a real meal, and spend the day resting.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane felt a shiver run through his body as she poked his chest, the day she healed his wound running through his head for a split second. \"Anya, even if all of you are to leave tonight, there's still things I have to do for my network alone. All I really need is a quick meal, and I will be fine.\"\n\n\"Besides, I need to start organizing some of the things that run through your office into mine and Angelica's. I don't think I need to remind you, but I'm shit with certain numbers. Like supplies, food, and the treasury.\" He stood as well at this point, stretching his back a bit. \"I don't want any of that heading my way, when I could rather be getting the numbers of patrols, and better yet, the reports from the borders and our men.\""
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"author": "poppet_bard",
"message": "The horse-drawn carriage pulls its way up to the Astorian gates, the entrance to the city heavily guarded by the men whose job it is to keep the city safe. A noble and worthy cause for anyone inside the city walls, protecting ones home and territory is a commendable endeavor after all.\n\nDanico, however, couldn't care less. He had more important things to attend to, the task at hand that is to follow would require a lot of preparation, a lot of time and energy to bring to fruition. Even though it is a job he can perform without question of his ability or his.. *Personal thoughts* On the situation, keeping someone's trust after showing you are capable of necromancy isn't an easy feat to accomplish. Danico simply hoped that the duchess would keep her side of the deal, keep it professional and not hold his questionable talents against him. \n\nThe guards watched as the boy who drives the carriage *'ya's'* With a whip of the reins, ensuring the horses continue on route into the city, out into the city proper where he was supposed to meet a man, a man by the name of Eric, if he remembers correctly. Hopefully the escort would know to find Danico in the city proper. The Carriage should stand out just enough to draw attention to the Alchemist who stands at it's side, arms crossed. It is a week later, after all, on the day. \n\nAt this point the inscence he put in his mask was beginning to run low- he had forgotten to grab some more and he didn't know if there was anywhere close by that sold any, so to say his mood was a little lackluster would be an understatement."
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"message": "22 visits to the Taemarian forests teach you a thing or two. One of them is that people actually don't need that much to survive if they put in a little elbow grease and a willingness to get your hands dirty. Of course, some things are needed to maintain one's concept of civility and humanity, but books can help with that.\n\n\"Back again? How many times is it now? 21? 22?\" Asked a tanner as he allowed Eotum to step into his home. On his first visit here, it needed some adjusting especially when a tanner's workplace wasn't exactly the most pleasant places in terms of smell. Then again, 22 visits to the forest certainly teach you a thing or to, and it's that people can adapt; just give them time.\n\n\"23, actually.\" He corrected him, setting down his traveling bag on the other unoccupied bed that the tanner had. Luckily for him, no one stopped by this little village, so people were more willing to offer hospitality to the irregular traveler, but Eotum might be defying that statement as he is a common sight at this time of year.\n\n\"Well, I currently don't need any help at the moment, so just take a rest, yeah?\" Said the tanner, wiping his hands on his greasy apron. \"And how's your search for the Black Swan?\"\n\nThe scholar could have sworn he heard an inkling of sarcasm as he asked that question. He didn't bother bringing it up as time has proved again and again: people will still think he's a kook until he finds them their proof. \n\n\nHe's also learned that it's vital to keep connections open, but to only a few and far in between. So it would be in his best interest that he... Entertain the tanner's question, should he wish to have accommodation in the future for more expeditions. If anything, his presence alone was had increased the tanner's popularity in the small village as people would run to him when Eotum had left and pester him with questions over what the 'mad scholar' had said during his stay. \n\n\nHe then supposed that people would be interested in a supposed lead. A red herring. Not that people would bother to debunk it either way, so they'd have to take his word for it."
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"message": "The metallic smell of blood brought a deep concern towards Rekkan's well-being. She knew that his chances of surviving the state he was in decreased significantly the longer it took them to reach the village, so Marsila was forced to take the main paths. If she had detoured through the forests, the ride would have gotten rough on the wagon they rode in, especially on the two injured men. \n\nTo their fortune, they encountered no Bandits nor bounty hunters on what was left of their journey to a small village. The trip was made possible when Priscilla began directing Marsila once they began to reach multiple fork paths until the shifter caught onto multiple scents, belonging to a large group of people. That was when she knew they were near. It didn't take them long until they reached a clearing with a small village settled into the middle.\n\nMarsila tugged the reigns towards her, forcing the horses to halt in their path before resting the ropes beside her lap. Priscilla opened the door to the wagon and began to step out as Marsila made her way inside, immediately kneeling by Rekkan's side. She placed her hand against his bleeding wound, pressurising it as Priscilla left to find supplies and a possible place they could recover in. As she studied his appearance, her stomach dropped and she began to feel nauseous from the guilt. \"Hold on in there.\""
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"message": "Rekkan could hear it. He heard the sound of Marsila's voice and reacted with fluttering lids and pressure on his lips. He tried to reply, but his body was still strained and his conscience exhausted. There was but the slow regeneration of his soul through the gentle flicker of a faded flame, the kindling of light that was burning stronger, smoothly so, but it would recover. It was the first step of a long process, especially because he had been weakened greatly by the Frankenstein monster. He was lucky to have somehow survived, even if at the cost of a lot of spent energy.\n\nThe village wasn't very remote, used as one of the secondary checkpoints before crossing the borders of Astoria and North Feyshore, along with Ibethiel and Terresol. There were some traders and craftsmen passing by or using their services for travellers. Priscilla would have an easy time finding the goods and asking for help pertaining the wounded in the wagon. She would return with good news and some alcohol and bandages to apply on the spot for Rekkan, the worst looking one of the two.\n\n\"There is an old lady whose sons have left the village. She has the bedding to spare.\" She explained, overjoyed by sharing these news. It was just a matter of carrying the men there, but soon enough a group of farmers was enlisting themselves for it."
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"message": "\"What's going on now?\" Eotum asked, scratching his beard as he yawned. He had lied down and closed his eyes, but his slumber was interrupted by some voices coming outside.\n\nThe tanner looked out of the glass-less window and saw the commotion. He looked out for a moment before shrugging. \"Looks like some people on a horse. And I think some of them got injured. Won't go out though. The others can take care of them. But I suppose I'll meet them tomorrow. They'll need to rest for a bit, from what I see.\"\n\n...\n\nEh, why not?\n\nThe scholar stood up and grabbed his coat from the wall before pushing the door and stepping outside. Hands in his pockets, he walked over to the group and watched a woman help a man walk over to another house.\n\nThey did look quite battered and bloodied. Their clothes were singed and... Blackened, as if they had touched ash. Not to mention, he saw some burn marks. This promoted him to remember that he had some homemade ointment in his bag. Being a scholar does help in learning what is useful for medicine... Or poison. He wondered if the bird he was looking for was susceptible to poison.\n\nNonetheless, he went over to the tanner's home and got the small metal jar which contained the ointment. He then walked out again and saw them being carried over to some old lady's house. Pushing through the small crowd, he knocked on the door."
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"message": "Marsila was thankful for the help they received, knowing that if she had attempted to move Rekkan alone, she could have made his injuries worse. The old lady who had so kindly welcomed the group into her home brought to Marsila some pants for Rekkan as he was still nude from the previous event. Priscilla and the shifter had no clothes with them as they rushed out of town so they were unable to do anything about Rekkan'a nudity. \n\n\"Thankyou.\" The gratefulness in her tone hadn't been missed as the elderly woman gave the shifter a warm smile and replied that it was no trouble. The shifter was curious as to why the woman was being so hospitable to four strangers, especially since two of them were in an injured state.\n\n\"She's lonely. I don't think she was ready for her sons to depart from their homes.\" Priscilla explained as she strode towards the two beds the men laid upon with medical supplies in one hand and a bucket filled with water in the other. The confusion must have been detectable in Marsila's features. The shifter gave a simple nod before sitting herself besides Rekkan. She knew this man had placed himself in the danger they were in without any persuasion, but she could help but feel the guilt that flooded through her. As Priscilla handed her a soaked cloth from the bucket, Marsila didn't need to be told what was needed to be done as she immediately began to clean the ask and dirt from the Warrior's body.\n\nOnce she was finished cleaning his body, Marsila returned the cloth to the bucket before she wrapped her fingers around Rekkan's hand as it laid limp by his side. She did not care about his nudity, they wanted to avoid dressing him until the wounds were stitched and patched. \n\n\"We are somewhere safe for now. This way you can rest and heal before we continue our trip.\" She wasn't sure if the male could hear her or not but she did not care. This was more for her peace of mind than anything as she spoke to the unconscious male. \"At least since you're knocked out, you can't go injuring yourself some more.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "With the help of the villagers, Rekkan was successfully carried without more pressure to his wounds. Once inside the house of the old woman, he was taken to the largest bedroom, which had two beds and plenty of space for Priscilla to do her work, contrast to the shack she lived in the town they had been previously at. The man's wounds started to be taken care of and, the more they were cleaned and mended, the faster the smaller blisters would heal. Water cooled him off and allowed the edges of his core to restructure the inner that had been damaged, thus granting an increased level of regeneration. It was far from being akin to that of a shapeshifter, but the medical treatment was helpful in bringing his consciousness back to the surface, if only a tiny percentage at a time.\n\nMarsila had been a pillar that, without truly knowing, the wanderer leaned against. It was not his body that did this, but the spirit that burned chaotically so, only to find some peace in her voice and the soft skin of her hand. His ears indicated that his conscience was rousing. His eyes opened and pupils rolled up before being knocked right out. This would occur for a time until the man finally managed to resurface and see the world around him for the first time in what would have been too many hours for his body not to feel the stillness of his skin and stiffness of his muscles. The first thing that came to his mind was to squeeze the interlocked fingers that felt so warm and welcoming on his callused palm and rugged digits. His phalanxes clasped around the back of Marsila's hand. He remembered something about being safe, about being able to recover, but a headache rang hard in his head still. Rekkan raised his right hand to his forehead and rubbed the right flank, its temple. He clenched his eyelids and turned his head to the left, opening them to see Marsila.\n\n\"Did... I win...?\"\n\nIdiot. His lips barely able to stretch into that haughty smirk of his, Rekkan would try anyway, only to feel that pain of his seared flesh. He gazed down to see his nude body and everything that it entailed and raised his left brow. \"Clothes... I need-\" He was interrupted by Priscilla, who stood then at the other side of his bed and placed a wet and warm rag on his chest. \"Rest, warrior. You need rest.\" She smiled gently at him. She was very sweet and still looked at him with the same shimmer of admiration, just like she would when looking at Marsila. They were her heroes, after all. The man did try to be stubborn, but his judgment had the better of him, influenced by the two girls at his sides. If anything, wasn't he lucky to have such attention? Such silly thoughts kept an aching smirk plastered on his face. It was only a few moments later that he looked down and to his left to see his hand and Marsila's intertwined. His thumb had been rubbing and gyrating on the back of her hand for some time, then stopping as he felt a slight embarrassed. \"Huh... S-sorry..\" He tried to pull his hand away, gently so, the first time to be seen in this state.\n\nMeanwhile, on the other side of the hall, in the living room, the old woman was walking to the door after it was knocked on. She held the handle and pulled, gazing at the man that probably visited the village more times than any other traveler. She gave Eotum a soft and elderly smile with a welcoming and wrinkled expression. \"Hello. Is there something this old lady could help you with?\" She asked with such a soothing, yet raspy voice of old age."
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"message": "\"I have some healing, cooling ointment.\" Replied the scholar, holding up a small can and twisting off the lid to reveal the wax-colored paste contained within. \"I saw the man having some bad burns, and I thought I might as well chip in. Plus, I haven't used it, and it has fermented a bit, so it will be more potent than when it was first made.\"\n\nThe minty, spicy scent of the ointment spoke volumes of its level in fermentation.\n\n\"It's also made with kylmer leaves, taobao root, amberberry juice and some opia extract.\" Added Eotum, trying to convince and reassure the lady that he wasn't trying to poison the man.\n\nAs it turned out, the old lady was somewhat knowledgeable about plants and their medicinal purposes. She knew that the kylmer leaves were what gave it its cooling touch, the taobao root helping with most of the healing, and the amberberry boosting the healing process done by the root.\n\n\"But what is opia?\" She asked, curious.\n\n\"Oh, opia are little flakes that grow on the ferrumsylva's bark.\" Eotum said, telling her of the tree. \"Simply put, it gives the patient a small dose of blissful oblivion.\"\n\nSimply put: a drug."
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"message": "When she felt Rekkan's hand respond to her hold, Marsila felt relief flush through her body as the deep lines between her furrowed brows began to fade. She was patient when he struggled to properly wake, keeping her gaze solely on the warrior. When he looked to her and spoke three words, the shifter couldn't help the soft laugh escape her lips as she shook her head. \"You're alive so you could say that.\" The shifter felt the soft strokes of his thumb against the back of her hand, momentarily distracting her until he began to worry about his naked appearance. \"You really did a number to yourself, you need to relax and stop moving around so much.\" \n\nWhen Priscilla allowed the two to have time to themselves, Marsila was left confused and slightly disappointed as Rekkan pulled his hand from her, apologising. She awkwardly brought her hands together between her lap as she slumped her shoulders, unsure what to say after his apology until she heard the knock on the door.\n\nMarsila's attention immediately shifted as she focused on heightening her senses to get a better understanding of this stranger. As she listened to the conversation between Priscilla and this stranger who was yet to introduce himself. Turning her focus back towards Rekkan, Marsila stood from her seat and gave him a reassuring smile. \"Ill be right back. There's someone at the door with healing ointment, I'm going to make sure he is who he says he is. I need you to relax and rest, Okay?\" \n\nWithout waiting for an answer, the shifter forced herself to walk away from Rekkan's side and made her way towards the two at the door, out of the Warrior's sight. Her eyes immediately narrowed towards the stranger, standing by Priscilla's side with her muscles tensed as she gripped her hand against the wooden doorframe. It was a normal reaction to become wary and defensive towards those she didn't know. With the bounty on Rekkan's head, she couldn't risk otherwise. \"You're name is? And how long would this blissful oblivion last?\""
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"message": "The man wouldn't allow Marsila to say anything in that moment of silence through which both felt the strange shift in the air. Instead, he acted. He took his hand past the fringes of the bed and onto the two that now stood over her lap to feel her warmth again. Just before the knock on the door, his eyes locked with her face, his fingers grasped her wrists and palms and thumb rolled from the pinky's knuckle to index to get her momentary attention. \"Thank you.\" His eyes were more genuine than the words that spilled from his mouth. His raspy and deep tone could be confused for something other than true gratification, but the odd red shimmer that occasionally bloomed from his pupils told the tale of respect and something more, inconclusive. Then the door knocked.\n\nRekkan nodded at Marsila's words, only once. He let her go while he took care of closing his eyes and letting third open while the physical pair is closed. From the readings of the area, the souls that whirl around like spirals of their own were calm and collected. He discerned that the emission of energy coming from the doorway wasn't wicked or evil in intention, but monsters have camouflaged themselves in sheep's cloth many times in the past. This could be no different. But still, in this state, he wouldn't amount to much help. Thus, in order to hasten the process of recovery, he delved into a state of meditation and mended the broken spirit, tranquilized the mind. With the ministrations given by Priscilla and his own form of heightened senses, he would rest easier and regain energy faster."
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"message": "Mikhail had been in the gardens when he noticed the carriage come up the drive. He had no reason to recognize it, but he _felt_ like he knew who was inside of it. The blonde boy turned his head to follow it's path until it moved around the horizon of the hill and towards the front of the estate. His lips pressed together, and he lowered the bow he held. \n\n\"I suppose that means it's time to go.\" He mused aloud, and his thumb grazed over the curve of the wood that comprised the bow. It was small, nothing like the ones the archers used, or like the ones he'd seen knights training with. It was one he'd picked up on a trip to the markets in the Isles, browsing a weapons stand idly while Althea had overlooked him. \n\nThe blades were appealing in the sense of pride that came with being a knight. He'd wanted that once, but the sight of daggers and swords made his stomach clench now and his neck ache. He'd abandoned the idea of knighthood the moment he'd learned of his connection with Sir Romanov. Daggers had lost their appeal when he'd felt four pierce through his chest. So he'd picked a new weapon to learn, and was struggling with it so far. He'd hoped the smaller one might keep him from injuring his shoulder further, but it wasn't doing much. \n\n\"Probably for the best. Your posture is still wrong, you'll need more practice with your stance and positioning before you can actually learn to aim at a target.\" \n\n\"It's not as if you're really helping.\" Mikhail retorted, and the dark haired apparition laughed. \n\n\"You should find yourself a living tutor.\" Marcus pointed out, and with a roll of his eyes Mikhail shrugged his good shoulder, heading towards the estate to go greet their guest."
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"message": "\"My name is Eotum Laireche.\" The scholar introduced. \"I suppose you have heard of the boy who started the legend of the Black Swan. Well, here I am. Skin and flesh, before your very eyes.\"\n\nIt was quite a tiresome introduction. Most people would widen their eyes and gawk at him when he said his name. Eotum Laireche, the boy who survived an attack from a monster he insisted existed, at least in his mind. After all, who would believe that a Caladrius with life-sucking abilities existed? If it did exist, it would have been reported so long ago.\n\nNot to mention the frenzy for the search for the monster about 20 years ago, only for it to turn out fruitless. Many have dubbed him the title of Liar and Madman. But he knew what he saw.\n\n\"Anyways, who I am is not important.\" Said Eotum. \"And the opia extract is harmless, ma'am. It relieves the patient of pain, something similar to morphine, except that opia is much less addictive than that of morphine.\"\n\n\"I am a scholar, and you will find that I am a somewhat trusted member in the libraries of Astoria.\" He also mentioned."
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"message": "When the man introduced himself, Marsila perked her brow upwards in reply. This man who stood in front of her claimed to be the boy who started the rumour that eventually turned to a legend, offering them help. Marsila didn't know how to feel about this, he could be full of deceit for all she knew. Releasing her clenched fingers from the door, she allowed the male some room to enter the house though kept her eyes carefully on him. Rekkan was in a weakened state and she couldn't risk any possible threats trying to worm their way towards him. Not if she could help it. \n\nBefore he could take more than two steps into the elderly woman's house, Marsila pressed her hand firmly against his chest, forcing him to stop before he had the chance to properly enter the house. \"If you bring him any harm, you will not leave this house in one piece. You understand?\" She asked the male with a threatening tone underlying in her voice. Even though this man Scholar could be who he said he was, she couldn't allow her guard to slip with the bounty over her companion's head."
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"message": "\"And why would I try to harm someone with no good reason?\" Rebutted Eotum as he took hold of Marsila's hand and pushed it to the side, his grip firm yet not overbearing. A grip of urgency.\n\n\"And if you need further proof as to my claim of peaceful behavior, you can ask the villagers about me.\" He added, not bothering to tilt or turn his head towards her as he spoke, his eyes focused on the injured man. \"You'll find that I haven't caused much of a stir among them at all. I've even helped a man or woman here or there.\"\n\n\"Not to mention, people who are scholars must be in the right mental state.\" He added, walking closer and grabbing a stool to sit on. \"They may be *Controversial*, but not insane or lacking in mental capacities. Such qualities are are needed to become accepted into scholarship. If I did not possess such aspects, then I wouldn't be a scholar in the first place.\"\n\nHis words, albeit a bit prickly in response, were graced with a touch of seasoning in his tone. It was amicable, and perhaps conversational.\n\nHe then grunted as he inched closer to Rekkan. He dipped his fingers into the ointment, scooping up a generous dollop and smearing it all over his wounds, ignoring the sounds of discomfort being uttered from the patient.\n\n\"Shhh... Shh...\" He gently shushed, an action not befitting his brusque appearance, however rather welcome. \"You'll fall asleep soon, and before you know it you'll be halfway healed.\""
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "From the conversation that occurred past open doors and an empty hallway, Rekkan couldn't help but smirk at the replies of the man that wanted to help. A few moments later, he would hear the footsteps creeping closer to the bedroom and a bearded and somewhat burly figure reveal itself from the frame of the doorway. No words were muttered at the start, silence broken by mere and nearly inaudible grunts of pain.\n\nShushed into a drowsy stare, Rekkan started to feel the application of the ointment and his wounds chill from the burning sensation into a cool breeze. His own restless core was soothed as the opia worked its way to his brain and muscles, relaxing body and mind. Having heard the earlier exchange of words, Rekkan knew a slight of what this concoction would do. The last time he did any kind of drugs was through vapor, inhaling the product in a distant land, closer to his home.\n\nJust like that, his heavy eyelids began to draw shut, until he was returned to the dreamworld from whence he had returned just half an hour earlier. This time, the miracle ointment would surely speed up the healing process of his broken body, if one could call it that way, refreshing the man much sooner than anticipated. It was only a matter of time, and hopefully someone putting some clothes on him or covering him with a blanket. His sausage was still out there. How embarrassing."
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"message": "Zane looked at the desk in front of him in resignation. It was covered in papers that had far too many numbers for his liking, and he sighed as he slouched down in his chair.\n\nHis gaze traveled over to the letter he had written for Nero, and felt a bit of trepidation run through him. He had told the young man that should anything happen to him, or should they go to war, that he needed to get everyone from Zane's network out. He had also told Nero that should he die, that he'd be in charge of keeping the network up with Azule.\n\nZane shook his head as he opened the door to the hall. He called to one of the servants walking past, and asked them to bring his letter to Azule, who'd ensure it made it to Nero safely when he returned.\n\nTurning back to the office, he grimaced. He didn't know how, but it seemed like the paperwork had grown in the time he had turned his back. He sighed as he walked over to the desk, and began to read and sign more of the papers.\n\nAn unknown amount of time had passed, but all Zane knew was that it was late. The moonlight passed through the door to the terrace, and there was a slight chill to the room. He stood softly, and moved to the door, before he began to make his way to the wine cellar. He took two bottles, and grimaced as the implications of what he was doing hit him. One of the things he signed today was the inventory of their wines, and he was messing with the inventory before the paperwork went out. \n\nWhy that had to be paperwork for him, he had no clue, but he signed it anyway.\n\nHe just shook his head as he walked out of the cellar. Returning to his office, he took the cork out of one of the bottles. The wine felt warm as it slid down his throat, and he sighed as he felt it begin to settle in his stomach. He hadn't eaten much today, and he was hoping to get drunk fast.\n\nThe wine served to remind him of the rest of the Astorian court, and how they were all off doing their own things on Hogcock this year. Getting married, trying to revive their dead son, or just dead. Zane smiled a little at that. Of all of them, Angelica was probably the only one who was truly happy right now, and Zane knew she deserved it. Even if he gave the woman shit, she was one of the few that he could speak freely to, and he appreciated that about her.\n\nHe lost track of how much of the wine he drank, so when he went to take a drink and came up empty, he was surprised. He uncorked the second bottle, and made his way to the terrace. The chill of the night sky hit hard, and he felt a bit of clarity return to him. He stared down at the wine bottle in his hand and sighed, taking a long drink from the new bottle.\n\nHe raised himself onto the railing of the terrace, his eyes focusing on the moon above him. All he could do was raise the bottle to his lips again, thoughts of a simpler time in his mind.\n\nIt wouldn't be until the next morning, after passing out at his desk, would he wake up with a new bottle of wine next to him, and have no clue where it came from. The only thing he could guess was Yaggm giving him what he needed to get through the upcoming times."
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"message": "What lies in the heart of a drifter without a cause?\n\nHow many lives burden the guilty soul of a man, slayer of men?\n\nThe path of death is carved in blood, slayer of many more.\n\n\"Hrrrmmm...\" A voice lingered in the darkness. Its tone was deep, deeper still than the utter depths of the ocean. Its tone was rough, rougher still than the jagged rocks welcoming bitter sailor. It was a rumble from an ancient being, older still than the first fires of mankind. \"I remember you from ages ago. You were a child, restless and bold. Your family birthed many a noble. Nice and strong, valor be double. Its sad fate, to be betrayed. Its sole offspring, destined to lose its way.\" Rhymes echoed through hollow walls, walls that surrounded and cast black pits into dark brown eyes. Glares of death, undeath and curses bewitching, they all swept Rekkan off the ground. \"Kindred boy, strange daemos of zoi.\" Its repeated words hammered the drums of the listener's ears, pounding brain with deafening blows. \"Lost, never forgotten. Seed sullied before it was begotten.\" It was red what saw through him, then orange, then yellow; finally, white blossomed through the listener, turning darkness to brightness, black blindness to illuminated ignorance. Incandescent lights flickered and made the eyes widen. Catatonic, the listener heard, but he didn't listen. \"Awaken from slumber most untrue. Today you are lucky, today you are born anew.\" A loud snap of leathery fingers echoed through the abyss. They made eyes flutter and pupils dilate. Irises revealed a glint of red, fashioned from one of nine hells, hellish nine turned into one. Then, silence.\n\nOld visions, old faces. The tribe's shamanka danced to the tune of flutes and drums. Spirits moved around her in growing and shrinking spirals. Fires cast like large tendrils that reached to the skies. They clawed at the atmosphere, deprived it of oxygen. They fed and consumed the air, they made breathing a task, a duty. Not a right. She could see what others could never perceive. She could see beyond the threads and cut strings if she needed to. With magic scissors, index and middle fingers, she stared intently at the little boy. Snap after snap, she cut every rope until none was alive. The shamanka could see how the gods weaved patterns of misery. She could see how her kin would fall to the taint of betrayal. Cursed was a lineage long living and powerful, to be destroyed by the cycles of change that loomed from the horizon. He was special for her, he was a little boy. He was *Her* Little boy. One of many of the chief, of the khan, but hers alone, single in the midst of many from other wives, other concubines. Loved so that she could not bear that the destiny she faced was the same he would tread on. The shamanka asked for forgiveness. She wept. Her soft features were complemented with almond eyes of black, bottomless pits of dreams and nightmares, from before and after.\n\nThe boy did not understand. He could only feel loss. Lack of orientation and focus. No control over his navigation. Then the fires consumed him. His body was turned to charred black and crumbled into white ash. Its fragments swirled and then winds blew to scatter the remains through the arid plains. The shamanka vanished, swallowed inward by a spiral of magic. Eyes sprouted from each ash and gazed down. A plethora of orbs bulged to the sight of a nemesis, thundering gallops that encircled the tribe and put it to arrow, to fire and to sword, in that order. Death rained, chaos erupted, death claimed dozens to hundreds. The Batsaikhan were a strong and ancient tribe. No more since that night. No more, for all of them but a single one died. A survivor that cheated death fated to happen. A little boy without a life, without threads of destiny to call his own. Black crept into the glares of the ashen eyes, fading image to the void. Returned to the fold of dread, the listener feared no good nor evil, no right nor wrong. \"Saved and cursed. Faded and nursed. A torn page, empty shell of rage. A question for thee, to know how far you see.\"\n\n\"Have you been a good boy?\"\n\nThe eyes of reality opened to gaze in surprise at a crooked being. Horns twisted and spear edged arose from inside the bed, through the blanket that covered the listener. Full body emerged coated in darkness with only a pair of red orbs peering at Rekkan. Lips of shadow black stretched to reveal sharp fangs of dirty yellow and chunks of meat stuck between them. They flashed a haughty grin, akin to the smirk the warrior crafted as trademark. Not in that moment. He was serious and his eyes consumed in worry. It was not fear gnawed at him. It was a heightened sense of things. But his eyes failed him, they were drawn shut. Forced to do so by the energy that wrapped around him, by the strange visit he received like many others that experienced strange sightings or worse. There was no true interest in him but to test his own wisdom, there was nothing in him that mattered besides an entertaining evening. But his inner body reacted and his spirit swelled, much like the heart that pumped stronger and faster to renew blood flux. A race to the control of the core was set in motion, quick to be resolved by a human hand under demon invasion. The first to touch his own core flashed a smirk of haughtiness like the grin displayed against him. He snapped and rose his right hand, the tattoo of a spiral cut by three lines seemingly alive. It turned as the lines merged into a thicker layer of black ink, just as the sword sprouted from flames that came from around it. They cut down the monster, the fiend, the demon, but only for a time. It materialized swiftly a solid extra foot away from the range of the blade, smiling as it was smirked at. The answer came from within and, inside, it remained. Back into the darkness, the listener became the speaker. The speaker replied.\n\n\"I am a boy no longer. Nightmares aren't real.\"\n\nHe wished for the monster to be gone, but it prevailed against his will. It would not go without a proper answer, it stated so without hesitation. Or was it with a hint of persuasion? \n\n\"Have you been a good boy?\"\n\nThe world of black imploded on his face, burning the wound on Rekkan's chest. He woke up without understanding the words muttered from his own lips, only to find Vryskaa's Gift lying on the chair to his left. It was where Marsila was sitting on earlier. Didn't he lose it in the battle with the odd Frankenstein? His left brow arched in response. Skeptical, he moved his left hand towards the hunting dagger and grabbed it with rugged digits. His muscles stretched with little effort, less so than when he first arrived at the village. His hand guided the dagger above his head to inspect the intricate runic spirals, designed one on top of another, clock and counterclockwise. It was a bittersweet memory to remember, countless battles and endless ruts; an equal fighter, a rival and a true friend. His thought pattern was broken by the arrival of the old woman into the room. They were alone.\n\n\"I ushered your friends to the village square. Tonight is an important night all over the divided realms.\" She explained. \"You seem lost in this, you are not from here.\" The man nodded. He knew little of the customs of Marin. \"Our village gathers around a large bonfire every year. We chant and dance together, pray for our children and make wishes as we leap over the flames.\" A tradition not very different from the shamanka's call to the spirits, one more common and not at all like the dance through which his mother severed his spiritual threads many years ago. \"Some say we purify our children and ourselves through the leap we say to be of faith. We protect our spirits in the eve of Hogcock.\"\n\n\"Hogcock...?\" Rekkan looked at the blade of the Gift and squinted his eyes. The burn on his chest chilled with a cold breeze striking underneath the bandages. He felt lighter and cooler. His body responded to a subconscious call and the aimless wanderer raised his frame from the bed. He was dressed in simple pants and his torso was covered in bandages. A voice bellowed inside of his mind in synch with the sharp mutter of the old lady. \"Yaggm!\"\n\nRekkan woke up in a cold sweat. He looked around the dimly lit room to find nothing but looming darkness. On the chair to his left, where Marsila was sitting, he found Vryskaa's Gift, the hunting dagger with spiral carvings on the hilt and blade. He rose from the bed with renewed vigor and blinked faster than the norm, still processing much of his minds tricks. Was it his mind? He noticed he was naked. A thorough search revealed some pants on a dresser. The swordsman put them on and strapped the dagger on the right flank of his waist. He stepped on the cold wooden planks and felt the same cold chill under the bandages wrapped around his chest. He looked down at his broad chest and cocked his head to the right. Then, he straightened himself, shook his head and walked out of the bedroom. Across the hallway was the old woman sitting on a chair. She looked at Rekkan and smiled at him. \"I think your friends are outside enjoying the festivities. Why don't you join them?\" Friends. The warrior nodded at the woman with a stoic face, which she laughed softly at. \"Before you say it, I'm the one that should thank you. The house has certainly been lively with your arrival. I missed this.\" Her laugh weathered into a smile, as soft as was her laugh. \"Crack a smile for them tonight.\" Rekkan nodded and etched a crude smile he etched into a more natural and subtle smirk. He turned to the door and opened it, his full back facing the old woman.\n\n\"Merry Hogcock, Rekkan. You were a good boy this year.\"\n\nThe warrior's brows furrowed and he snapped a turn of his head back, only to find the chair empty. He couldn't help but feel dumbfounded and then, somehow, conformed with the strange chain of events. The man walked out of the house as he sighted his friends and the old lady together by the large bonfire. A bard was singing and making the evening merry. The local tavern placed some tables out with mead and smoked meat for the festivities. There was cheering and laughing, dancing and toasting for another lively Hogcock.\n\nRekkan joined his friends and brought a mug to the center of the circle. Priscilla, Bran, Eotum, the old lady he didn't know the name of and, last but never least, Marsila. He shared a glance with everyone through the toast and then took a swig.\n\n\"Merry Hogcock everyone.\" He kept the episode with Yaggm for himself. Something inside of him told him that each individual had their own experience, intimate and weird in its unique way. Later on, when he heard that Yaggm would snatch evil doers into a sack, he promised himself that he'd be a good boy for the following years, even if that was more of a jest than anything.\n\nWay up in the sky, above the frigid clouds and close to the burning cold stars, a large, horned demon carried a stuffed and shifting sack, flying off into the horizon."
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"message": "```Dear Grand Duchess Anya,\n\n Merry Hogcock to you too. Things have been going well here in Terrsol, but of course it is not without problems. No matter how well things are there are always other conflicts. I hope for another break in our schedules like the lucky one both of us had on my visit to Zahrada.\n\n My home will always be open to you and yours,\n\nBest Wishes,\nQueen Charity Lane```\n\nCharity knew 'Queen' was likely a more appropriate title for Anya, but she also knew that the woman more liked the title of 'Grand Duchess'."
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"message": "\"Will you be providing food to this man, madam?\" Eotum asked the old lady, to which she nodded.\n\n\"Alright. Good. When you do provide food to him, please give him something warming but easy to swallow. Porridge or soup would do.\" Eotum continued to advise. \"The ointment works best when the patient's body temperature is warmer as the warmth helps with the circulation of blood, which will deliver the ointment's effects all over the body.\"\n\n\"Asides from that... You know what, here. You can have this, madam.\" Said the scholar, handing her the small tin case which held the ointment. \"I think I've told you the ingredients already, but if you'd like I can write them down along with the steps on how to prepare it should you want to make another batch for yourself.\"\n\n\"But that aside, please apply the ointment once more to his body when he wakes up again.\" He said lastly. \"And maybe you could give the ointment to him or keep it to yourself. Your choice.\"\n\n\"I'll be going back to the tanner now. If there is anything else you need while I'm around, don't hesitate. If that's all, take care, madam. I'll come back later with the recipe for the ointment.\" \n\nAnd with that, he walked out the door, leaving Rekkan with the old lady."
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"message": "Skip to Hogcock day and the sudden disappearance of the shifter girl, Rekkan was all but worried about her and the way she made her subtle evasion of the festivities. He was divided in thought. One part of him wanted to give her some space. They traveled all the way to the village and even spent the entire time in the town after meeting together. Maybe she just wanted some long lost privacy. But another part wanted to be with her and ask her if she was alright. Basically, give her a shoulder to lean to.\n\nHe did the latter, roaming the small village in search of Marsila. What he found was not a sad and melancholic girl, but a woman just who had just finished beating five thugs all by herself. That was impressive, mainly because he couldn't see her abilities in the warehouse apart from transforming into a large feline of black fur. Closing in on the girl, Rekkan couldn't help but clap of approval. \"I'll be damned! I can only wonder what happened here!\" He walked to her side and laid his left hand on her right shoulder, a smirk creeping about his face. \"Are they bounty hunters?\" He looked down at the bruised men and shook his head. They were unconscious, or lacking senses. Either way, domesticated enough to chain up and then wait for their awakening. \"We could use this opportunity to know more about who is hunting us. Gather it's a good idea?\" He asked her, hand always on her shoulder until the last question."
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"message": "Marsila hadn't caught onto his scent, too preoccupied by the men who laid passed out along the ground. It was his voice that tore her focus from the thugs to Rekkan, instantly observing his appearance to find his wounds mostly healed. She was pleased he could walk around without seeming in pain though it didn't prevent her worry, he had been lying unconscious and roasted in the past few hours. \"They're definitely Bounty hunters, they tried to use me to bait you.\"\n\nTurning her head towards her right shoulder, she looked of into the distance as she listened to his opinion on what they could do. It was a smart idea to question them, gather as much knowledge as they could from their prisoners but it was a risk. She doubted he would provide them with any assistance that would lead the to the bounty source, they could whisper fase information in hopes to lead them astray for all she knew. Kneeling down by the closest thug who laid unconscious, Marsila rolled him onto his chest so she was able to press his arms together behind his back. She noticed the rope used to hold his pants up and used it to her advantage, pulling it from his pants and tied it around his wrists so he would be unable to escape. She seemed the least bit fazed on the fact she could have been kidnapped and possibly killed. \"We will only know if we try.\""
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"message": "To use Marsila as bait meant that they were being followed for a while now. They knew who Rekkan was accompanied by and would not stop at any morality to get their way. Sickening fools. The guy's mind was already flooding with dark thoughts that disregarded the words coming out of Marsila until she said that they could try. \"I know just the way to make them talk. Don't worry.\"\n\nRekkan followed Marsila's idea and tied all of the remaining men with their own makeshift belts. Eager to know how far he had recovered, the guy hauled one on his shoulder and smirked at how his body reacted positively. This mean they could carry them faster. But they wouldn't carry them back to the house. Instead, Rekkan signaled the shifter to follow him and disappear in the treeline. He bundled the thugs up in a circle around a large rock and went back to fetch the remaining two. When all five were there, he turned to Marsila. \"Get me a bucket full of water.\"\n\nThe guy walked around the large rock, as if keeping watch on the unconscious thugs. He was waiting for the slightest hint of movement to dictate the beginning of a very special game. Rekkan used this opportunity to show Marsila just how far he was willing to go to not only get answers but to send a message to any that touched someone that he liked."
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"message": "But whatever plan they had prepared was dashed when a particular scholar walked into view. Walking stick in hand, Eotum was about to leave the small village on the path leading to the Iron Gate. In his peripheral vision, he saw the 5 five men tied around a rock as well as the man he had just healed, only looking up when Rekkan did.\n\nNo one moved. No one spoke. All that accompanied them was the sounds of the wind brushing through the trees and the grass, the coldness of the surrounding air, and their breaths. \n\nIn this quick moment, Eotum was able to deduce the fact that the men and at least Rekkan were somehow related. Not by blood, by rather by an event. Rekkan had been cured of his burn marks, but some of the men bore reddened and blackened skin, some having them on their arms, their heads and even their faces. \n\nIf Rekkan opened his mouth to speak, Eotum was faster. He raised a hand to silence him.\n\n\"The fact that you were separated from these men, as well as the way you are treating them, signify that you are running away from them.\" Said Eotum. \"The burn marks they bare look similar to the ones you had. This means you and these men are somehow related.\"\n\n\"I do not wish to take sides. However, I would very much like to know what happened. And please, tell the truth.\""
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"message": "From her peripheral vision, she could easily notice the Wanderer throw one of the men over her shoulder, annoying her to an extent. He had only recently recovered yet he was throwing one of the men over his shoulder, not a care in the world for his healing injuries. This was exactly what lead many to further injuries, hopefully Rekkan wouldn't experience such. \n\nAs she followed the wanderer, Marsila studied the man carefully whilst taking in any signs of weaknesses, surprised to have found none. Every minute she spent with him, the further she was convinced that he was anything but human. Marsila threw man from her shoulder so he would land next to his 'friend', not caring about the bruises that would form as a result. She turned towards Rekkan in time for him to ask for a bucket of water, curious as to why he seemed angered by the event that had unfolded though was sure to keep the question unanswered. Perhaps he was upset they had been close to capturing him. She was about to argue about the water until she caught the scent of a particular Scholar who had helped them, causing her to pause in her movements. They had to be cautious towards how this played out, she refused to harm anyone who was innocent in their mess. \n\nStepping away from the bound thugs, Marsila brought herself a couple step towards the stranger, who continued to speak his thoughts to the two of them. When questioned, the shifter knew they had no reason to answer. In her eyes, it could lead to nothing but more trouble."
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"message": "Instead of keeping to the silence that Marsila was holding on to, Rekkan spoke. He had nothing to hide. In fact, he was an open book by this point, to the man and the thugs laying in that circle. \"Marsila. The bucket of water.\" He stated more boldly, not exactly a requestby then as he did not want her to hesitate further. She would understand very soon.\n\n\"First of all, -\" Rekkan said, with a cold and distant tone, lacking emotion and brimming with logic. \"I know I have you to thank for the balm. Thank you.\" He nodded once, his eyes on the scholar at all times. \"Second, there's no need for obvious observations. Plain and simple, they have been tracking me ever since I left town. I hurt a lot of people's business, dark business, and now they are after me.\" His stoic face slowly shifts into a cracked smirk of malice. \"Actually... Your presence here will do just fine. You can vouch, as much as they will, how serious I am. You see, they touched a dear friend of mine. They touched the girl. She's pretty strong and reliable, taking care of me after finding me injured.\" He does not lie about the girl, he simply omits her further presence in his endeavors.\n\nWith the chance of Marsila not being there to listen to the following words. \"She might just mean the world to me right now. Anyone that goes as far as she did is a true and good willed being. Don't get clouded judgment with love or what not. Just know she is my friend and I hate those that would even think of harming my friends. Now, take a seat, quite far from rock. When she returns, we will begin. \""
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"message": "\"Actually. I can help.\" Said Eotum as he drew a knife. \"Alright. I'm telling you now. I'm going to draw a knife. Alright? And I'm sure you'd be able to dodge it if I threw it at you, so I won't.\"\n\nWithout waiting for any approval, the scholar then indeed drew a knife from a scabbard that hung at his side. \n\n\"Now. My reputation can help you a little bit.\" Continued Eotum. \"As a man with 'disassociative tendencies', I can come off as a little... Mentally unhinged, let's say. With a 'madman' like me, they'll want to cooperate if they don't want to lose their lives. And frankly, even if they told others about it, it wouldn't make much of a difference because other know I'm 'insane'.\"\n\n\"And I have a theory that you're going to use this bucket of water to wake one or two of them up. And with the chilly air... I suppose it would be a slow and painful death of hypothermia awaiting them. But really, a knife to the throat - especially one being held by a 'madman' who does not have much to lose - would get them talking much faster.\"\n\n\"So how about it?\" Asked Eotum. \"Besides, I'd like to hear what they say that you're probably not telling me. If you choose to go along with this, I will be known to you as an associate.\"\n\n\"And if you're wondering what I'll get out of it, well... I'm a scholar. It is my job to seek the truth.\" He finished."
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"message": "When he mentioned the bucket of water the second time, Marsila pursed her lips into a thin line. She wasn't sure whether she felt comfortable leaving Rekkan alone with the scholar who she did not trust and the five thugs, even though they were unconscious and bound. Nonetheless, the shifter forced herself away from the men and travelled back to the village centre. \n\nOnce she reached the well, marsila gripped her fingers around the rotating handle that lowered the attached bucket down the dark hole. As she spun the wooden pole, Marsila observed the village that surrounded her. It was early now early in the morning, many of the villagers have fallen to a slumber, unaware of the events happening within their town. Light snow floated from the sky, decorating the village in a blanket of white as the wind blew it gently through the air, allowing Marsila to find a sense of calmness regardless of the fight she had to endure earlier that evening. \n\nRaising the bucket from the well, the shifter used her free hand to grip the rope that attached itself to the bucket before tearing it from the metal handle. Marsila assumed they wouldn't find any difficulties in finding another bucket as a replacement, so without another thought, she left to return to Rekkan and the rest of the men. \n\nMarsila managed to arrive in time to catch Eotum's comment. Even though he may claim to want nothing but to seek the truth, the shifter couldn't help the doubtfulness that crossed her features. She strode to Rekkan's side and passed him the bucket, assuming he was going to use it so he could wake the men up for questioning before she turned her gaze towards the Scholar. \"I guess you will be learning quite a bit considering we have told you little about ourselves *And* Our situation.\""
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"message": "The theory was only half right. Rekkan was going to rouse one of the thugs out of his sleep, but not to cause hypothermia or anything of the sort. No, the spectacle was much worse than the scholar was envisioning in his mind. First, Rekkan let Marsila arrive and stride next to him. She passed the bucket to him and he did nothing more but accept the handle in his left hand. Still in silence, he shuffled his feet to the man bearing scars of fire and poured the cold water over his head. The reaction was instant. He woke up in a fit of confusion and pain, looking everywhere before a foot teased against the side of his head and squeezed his skull on the rock. \"Don't mind my manners, scholar. By the time I'm through, your title will lack the substance others claim.\" Noticing the thug was properly awake and grunting, Rekkan turned his attention to him. \"Good morning. Did you rest well?\"\n\n\"Ugh... What...?! Y-You... You're the guy from... The warehouse... Where is your kitty, bastard?!\" The wanderer chuckled. There was mischievous tone about the sound that came out of his lips. He lowered his foot and smashed the man's chest with his left hand, though not literally so. \"Th-that all you got...?\" The thug spat onto Rekkan. The wanderer shrugged it off and laughed. \"This is fine. You all look tough, but...\" The warrior stoodand walked around the rock to the thug bound on the far right, away from the eyes of their leader. He took his right hand between the lips of the unconscious man and rubbed his index and thumb together. A small orange crystal formed from the sinews of his fiery core and through the rugged skin of his digits. It was force fed into the mouth and down the throat of the individual. Rekkan also made sure that Marsila would be on the other side of the rock. That did not stop her from listening to what was going to happen next.\n\nRekkan appeared from behind the rock as the man with the ember inside of him began to cough. He tried to speak, but black smoke kept pouring out of his throat through his dry and chapped lips. The wanderer turned to the ringleader and pat his shoulder. \"Can you smell it? Do you remember it? The same smell of the warehouse, the same smell on your skin.\" Crossed stares brought along fixation and a return to that place. The thug remembered how he earned the burns on his body. It was early in the battle, just as the wanderer roamed up the first level. He was cut down, only to have a beam fall on top of him later. How he survived through it was a book for Rekkan to read, but a dark one as the figure remained hidden. He needed a better answer, to extract it from the thug. \n\nBy this point, the man that swallowed the ember was shaking and sweating profusely. He was trying to scream,only to choke as his lungs were scorched and his chest swallowed by the flames burning his body from the inside out. His flesh melted, eyes bulged and the other thugs woke up to witness the screams. The one next to him saw the horror and screamed, pleaded to be let go as he cried and broke the morale of the others."
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"message": "When the thug started wasting his breath with his pointless questions, she couldn't help but feel amused towards his idiocy. \"It's not exactly an easy task to interrogate when a hungry 'kitty' by his side. We decided to let her enjoy herself if we are unable to get the answers we want.\" \n\nMarsila made sure to add her comment as Rekkan left the thug's line of sight, kneeling down by him as gripped her fingers tightly against his skin. She had being lying of course about them meeting her panther form once again, she only wanted to further scare him and hopefully take any possibility that she could be a shifter from thought. If they had been smart enough to watch Rekkan's movements and study their bounty, they would have noticed the big cat's disappearance whenever she was by his side. \n\nThe smell was instant for the Marsila, the scent of burning flesh invaded her senses as forced to rise from her kneeling position. When she stood, Rekkan returned to her side before he began to taunt the leader, mentioning the burns that ran along his face and other parts of his body. As soon as the words warehouse has left his lips, the shifter found herself walking towards the opposite side of the large rock. She only wanted to know what was creating the smell, assuming Rekkan had possibly burnt the skin of one of the thug but witnessed more than she had bargained for as the screams began to echo through the forest by the remaining thugs. Lucky for them, the villagers were all too intoxicated to notice or passed out from the celebrations by this point.\n\n\"I can't.\" The shifter began as she forced herself to look away from the scene. Her stomach was not capable of witnessing any form of torture, let alone what was currently happening in front of her, even if it was to the people who tried kidnapping her. She would have demanded that Rekkan stopped what he was doing but, she knew this was possibly their only chance to turn the tables around by gathering as much information as they could. Rushing back to Rekkan's side, Marsila had to remind herself that these men have done worse to innocent people so she wasn't forced to help the thugs. \n\nWhen she heard the Scholar ask one of the thugs if he would like to try a poison, like they were out on a nice evening of wine tasting, Marsila knew she had to leave. \"While you two do that, I'm going to make sure Priscilla and Bran are safe and that no one from the village is sober enough to hear this.\" \n\nBefore she had the chance to wait on a reply, one of the men's screaming increased whilst the one burning from the inside had resulted to gargled chokes. She had to leave. Her complexion had already paled enough to warn the others that she was close to vomiting. Turning on her heels, she instantly began sprinting from the scene, attempting to further herself from the torture session."
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"message": "The torture session continued despite Marsila's reactions. Truth be told, Rekkan was expecting something like that to happen. He knew her to be of a pure spirit and good heart. He knew that she wouldn't enjoy it one bit, but it was a necessary step to find just whoever was trying to kill him, to use her as bait for his capture as well. \"I'd rather you go and watch over my friend, scholar. She wasn't looking well.\" The wanderer wanted closure. And that didn't mean having a madman of a scholar around him. For all he cared, Eotum oughta be with Marsila given her expression. She seemed about to turn sick and vomit.\n\nAs for the thugs, they were pretty scared right about now, ripe for Rekkan to choose which ones had knowledge for him to gather. It became evident, through prodding and pain, that the one who really knew anything about their employer was the thug with burn marks.\n\n\"Do you remember that smell? The smell of pig.\" He said with a stoic expression and cold tone. Rekkan knelt before the main bounty hunter and pressed a finger on the burn marks. It was so hot that the heat spread through the scarred face. \"You will sprout bolsters soon and those blisters will pop. You will feel the sting of fire again, but to kill. Or, you can give me a name.\"\n\nThe thug pissed his pants. There was way around the mess he got himself into. He tried to lie, but there was something scrying his brain and changing the way he looked at reality. There was no large man before him, but a vicious monster with fang layered maw. It glared at him with zigging red eyes and loomed, about to devour his head, rip it right off.\n\n\"W-We call him Ticket Master! Ticket Master!!\" The thug cried in horror. Rekkan cocked his head at the nickname.\n\n\"Why Ticket Master? And where is he?\"\n\n\"H-He's the guy behind all the underworld bounties! It's like a g-game! You b-buy a ticket, a t-ticket with a name on the bounty list..! That's your target!!\"\n\n\"Prove it.\" Rekkan stated, right hand squeezing the shoulder of the man hard to make him squeal in pain. There were sensitive burn marks that he mistreated.\n\n\"Yes! Yes! H-Here..!\" The thug sunk his hand in a pocket and took the ticket out of it. He showed it to Rekkan, who saw a number and his name under it. \"N-number's my regi-registration... The Ticket Master is very organized and, and careful! We never see his face!\"\n\nGranted, Rekkan didn't need much more. Maybe this was enough for him to snoop around in the next town or city, where crime was sure to exist and be more organized. As for the men, chained in front of him, he would have to do away with them. All except one.\n\n\"Since you like games so much, I decided to make a lottery.\" He said, with five twigs in his hand in his left hand. \"Each of you will use your mouth to get a twig. The biggest one gets to live!\" He was rather malicious in his words, not hiding the harbored disgust and condescendence. One by one, from left to right, he gave it to them, reaching the final, charred and opened up thug. \"It's your turn!\" He spoke to the dead. \"Wait a minute...\" Looking at the twig, it was the longest of the five. Such misfortune. \"Well, talk about being unlucky!! Your dead friend won the lottery! Time to distribute the loser's spoils!\"\n\nAnd like that, the man snapped his fingers, forcing twigs to combust and burn in front of their faces. The skin melted off as more and more of their flesh drowned in the inferno that drew them all together into a screaming and agonizing end. \"Better luck next time, pigs.\" Rekkan rubbed his chin as he looked at the rising flames and ultimately sighed. He thought about Marsila and how he was rather brutal in front of her.\n\nRekkan gave it some time, he waited for the fires to die down to clean the scene, or just throw the burnt bodies into a pile behind some bushes. Then, he gave the village some more time before going back."
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"message": "Eotum seemed to understand what Rekkan had asked of him. A look that only could be understood if it were passed from man to man. He simply nodded and walked over to her in a brisk pace.\n\nHe found her in a more dense area laden with bushes and trees. He supposed that if she count not stop hearing it, she would at lrast block herself from seeing it.\n\n\"I sense a relationship on the rocks.\" Said the scholar as he stood behind her, hands clasped together behind his back. \"Or perhaps a sense of respect or honor?\"\n\n\"Well, not to worry.\"\n\nThe scholar held out a small vial to her.\n\n\"Opia extract.\" He said. \"Like I said to you before, it is not poisonous nor is it a horrible drug... But it can bring calm to one's heart and mind. At least for as long as the effects last.\""
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"message": "\"Madam, I am a scholar. I do not mean to brag but I have acquired much knowledge on a variety of subjects, including medicines and herbology.\" Eotum crossed his arms, confident in his deduction.\n\n\"Did you not think that at some point in history someone had, say, captured several of your kind and performed experiments on them?\" He asked. \"Admittedly, it was an interesting read. One particular physician who was... Racially selective... Really did a number of tests. To put it simply, he found out that opia did not work when he tried to still a subject in pain. As you would expect, the subject was immune and eventually died of asphyxiation.\"\n\n\"Anyways, shifters' bodies are constantly in flux, always at the ready to change into a new body or appearance at a moments notice. Due to the constant yet unseen work, your body is less susceptible or even immune to consumables that possess narcotic or soporific effects.\"\n\n\"Only a select number of creatures are immune to plants similar to opia.\" Finished Eotum. \"Shifters are among those included in the list. And given the fact that the men had called you a 'kitty' doesn't really help, Madam.\"\n\nBut he raised both of his hands, making them level with his head.\n\n\"However. Please do know that I mean you or your companion any harm.\" Assured the scholar. \"As I said before: I am a scholar. I only seek accurate knowledge.\""
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"message": "After the crying horrors of death came the silent crackling of human skin. The fire sunk deep into the flesh to burn bone and organ, twisting the anatomy of the four bodies. When it was over, the smoke and the stench lingered. The stench itself would prevail for hours. Rekkan crouched under a tree and laid his right hand on one of its uprooted tendrils. The spiral tattoo began to whirl. Its black ink oozed onto and inside the root, taking its length in hand. The base of the root has a charred look to it when Rekkan reels his hand back and on top of his knee. He looks at the charred corpses around the rock and feels the size of it will do. With focused mind and a willing spirit, he commanded the Tendrils crown to rise from under the earth. It stretched past the rock.\n\n\nHe requested each to be harvested at a time, but all together the same. The crown used the weight of most of its body to elevate its head, looming over the farthest corpse and wrapping around it. It followed suit with the next, until counting five. Then coiled them all up in a dragging stride. The roots crushed the remains of bone and flesh, which was all mostly charred paste or ash. It was easy for the wanderer without great strain, followed by dumping the crumbled remains in the clearing. None was salvageable unless it was for the most desperate beasts. The stride of the root had new destination in homely underground, slithering back the way it came from the holes and cracks in the earth. As for the man, he closed his eyes and let his mind relax. He wet his lips and turned around, away from the clearing in the woods and back to the village.\n\nHis path was uneventful and it was unsure if he had passed Eotum and Marsila through some other road of the forest's many. It didn't bother Rekkan that he hadn't seen them until now, knowing they could take care of themselves, let alone each other. It was Priscilla who caught him first and ushered the man to the side of a house, away from the main road of cobble. \"There you are. Some men arrived, they handed out some posters.\" She spoke with a worried tone, but also a hint of resentment. \"You made that fire happen, didn't you?\" She pursed her lips and nearly cried in front of the man. She felt betrayed, even though he had helped her. There was the lingering thought that if he hadn't, she would be enjoying a quiet life with her husband, Bran.\n\n\n\"Yes.\" He muttered cold. \n\n\nPriscilla let out a silent cackle and buried her head on his chest. She pummeled the taut skin with a closed fist, breaking up in tears. It wasn't because he caused the war of gangs, but because she had another question sprouted from a doubt that was most likely true. \"D-Did you burn my house...?\" She sulked, gritting teeth and scrunching his shirt with her hands curling to fists.\n\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nPriscilla looked up at Rekkan and saw the stoic face hiding sorrow that only his eyes revealed. The mirrors to his soul made her wipe her eyes clean, one at a time by left hand on left, right hand in right. She cupped his cheeks and chin in her palms and shook her head, her round eyes centered on his scarred features. \"Rekkan... Someone told them about the old lady. I saw them go inside. Bran is there too.\" Everything made sense when the poster she was carrying was shown to him, for it lacked true detail on its information. Apparently, Rekkan was being hunted by arson, murder and disrupting justice. These werre fake allegations, as fake as the wanted poster in his hands. But it didn't bode well for Bran. He was by no means a part of any of that, but what did the men care about? None of that. \n\n\nA peek out of the corner saw armored men taking over the town. It seemed that a whole group of bounty hunters had come and caused a stir. By Rekkan's logic, they were disguised as a band of mercenaries applying the law from some lord or another from down south, towards the capital. They had money to spare and more invested in their suits, with swords and armor of one type or other. The wealthiest or most experienced seemed to carry their weight with a different posture, a different walk.\n\nRekkan kept his right hand holding Priscilla as he leaned his body left to peek from the corner. He reeled his head back and turned to her, using his left to push her onward, towards the back of the house. \"There are things I should tell you.\" He said, drawing her away from the side and to the back of the house. His mood was heavy, much like how his shoulders slumped in his guilty walk. \n\n\nAt the old lady's house, the head of the band was relishing in the fear of the elder and the young man. He had a clear taste for violence, for torture and applying pain in general. His hair was long and curly, with bleak black eyes and thin black eyebrows. His slender face and lithe body were mischievous in the fact that he was quite strong, perhaps more skilful and agile than most. Atovar was his name, an impoverished noble that turned to a life of crime among rogues and thieves. He wanted coin above all else, and wanted the sum that made many turn greedy on the capture of the wanderer. But the torture wasn't to know where the man was. It was to get more information, to know who his companions were, who he had interacted with while in the village. There was pure malice in his words, lying about Priscilla, how she had been captured already and tortured. \"But women get other kind of treatment.\" He made sure to press the issue. The elder was tired, clinging to life by a breath. She had bruises scattered over her face and her hair was unkempt, more like torn and undone. There were cuts behind her ankles and on her wrists that were in the process of bleeding her dry.\n\n\n\"Please, I told you all I know...!\"\n\nBran's pleading did not matter. Atovar was convinced that the man knew more than he was letting on. The mercenary was cautious, borderline paranoid. There was a chest he carried around with him and opened for free use of its content when he was striking for a big mark. Open that chest was, full of weapons of silver. \"A shapeshifter accompanies him, isn't that right?\" He would not find answers to his questions, only denial from an oblivious man. \n\n\nIn a fit of unexplained rage, he pummeled Bran over and over with his fists. Maybe it was because the man truly knew nothing and all the time breaking him was wasted. But in the end, there was no other use for him. \"Make a burning pile for the evening.\" He said with a sadistic smile. The figures in the shadows behind him spread out.\n\nOutside of the house were many more soldiers. They seemed to be well trained, which meant they were no common bandits. Some had already taken the advice of their leader and carried silver weapons, ranging from blades to bolts. They were, in all effects, a mercenary band, even if made out of outlaws that sought to reap the bounty reward. Things started to feel strange when they went around gathering wood and forming a large mountain out of branches, firewood and twigs.\n\n\nPriscilla looked down with her eyes bloodshot and stared at nothing but the ground. She couldn't believe it, but bit by bit was making sense of some of the marks on the body she treated. She also still felt admiration, for the guy had sure reason to do what he did. But what exactly? What compelled him to burn down not one, but two buildings? Rekkan decided to come clean, telling her much of what came to pass, even about the thugs that were around in Hogcock. The young woman looked back at him with wide eyes as she discovered Rekkan saved Bran more than once. It is sad that Rekkan's circumstance would draw Bran to a fatal finale. But she did not know that yet. \n\n\nWords felt hollow to the wanderer, but they cast a shadow off the woman, who ended her sulking and hugged him. She could not bear to see any of her two heroes hurt, nor see him different in any way. She accepted her pain as being collateral, but the wanderer did not let her going without him scolding himself. \"I drew you and your husband into this. I am to blame. I am sorry.\" Priscilla did not stop holding him. She felt his warm body and strong back in between the hug she could barely close with locking her fingers together. \"Priscilla... These people don't take hostages. It's not common.\" He said.\n\n\"Please, hold me.\" Her voice was weak, fading. She didn't want to resume crying, but the tears swelled her eyes against her will. Rekkan couldn't deny her. His arms rose from the sides of his body and wrapped around her torso. Priscilla's shoulders, her arms and her back were covered in a hold of arm over arm, drawing her to his chest and abdomen with a squeeze.\n\n\nThe wanderer held her head and craned it up to look down at her face. He wiped her cheeks and under her eyes with his rugged thumbs. \"We can't stay here.\" He told her. She was still crying. She felt her knees tremble, so did Rekkan. \"Very well.\" The wanderer turned around and reached behind his body with his hands, grabbing the woman and hauling her over his back. \"Hold on.\" Priscilla was not used to being carried. She climbed her hands to his shoulders and held tightly. Her face drowned in tears and the apex of his spine, just below the nape of his neck. Snot was a part of it.\n\n\nRekkan walked away from prying eyes, trying to find Marsila before the men scouring the village found her or him. He was carrying Priscilla on his back, somehow turning her attitude for the better as she actually began to enjoy the ride, the height at which she reached and a sweet nothing that made her forget the most pressing issues. Was she star-struck?"
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"message": "Even though Marsila was a shifter, she never attempted to learn more about her kind besides the necessities. She hadn't gained any knowledge in her years when it came to the situations her species had been placed under as the Scholar was describing. She knew they had been forced to a close extinction, some could say it was naivety when it came to her own kind that made her unaware of the experiments and torture. Turning to face the Scholar, she studied him carefully, unsure on whether she could trust him or not. Sure he had contributed towards Rekkan gaining his health and strength back but her parents had always taught her the more who knew about her, the more danger she placed herself under. \n\nMarsila didn't bother to question his explanation as to what lead him to believe she was a shifter, knowing it was pointless. She could only hope he would keep to his word. So instead, the shifter remained silent even though it could be seen as a confirmation of his beliefs. \n\n\"She fits the description...\" A male's voice had barely been audible enough for Marsila to understand the rest of what had been said. If she hadn't decided to go silent at the time she did, the shifter would have never heard them as they closed in on the two. She wasn't sure how to feel about having to deal with another group of bounty hunters, especially now the Scholar was also placed in harm's way.\n\n\"Great, more problems.\" Marsila's gaze snapped towards the source of the voice, landing on a man who had a recognizable burn mark on the bridge of his knows leading to his right jaw. She could only assume he too had been part of the fire. He stood similar to her height though his defined muscular build and the large sword he wield in his hands contrasted him from the rest of the group. Meanwhile the other men prefered the crossbows they had drawn in the the Scholar and Shifter's direction. From the stories they had heard about previous interaction with bounty hunters and the warehouse, they found it was a smarter idea to hold weapons that didn't rely on them being in close range compared to the one with the sword. \n\n\"Where is your friend?\" It was obvious whom they questioning about. It made Marsila feel slightly at ease about the situation they were in, knowing they wouldn't have been asking if they knew themselves so in her eyes, he was safe. The shifter was silent as she took a step towards the men, showing she wasn't fearful or threatened by them, oblivious to the fact that the weapons contained traces of silver such as the arrowheads. Her features were apathetic as she faced them, mentally preparing herself for an oncoming fight. Impatient, the bulked male turned his gaze momentarily towards one of the men who understood what he wanted and released an arrow into the shifter's shin. \"We asked you a question.\"\n\nHer leg felt like the arrow that struck through her leg had been dipped in some form of acid. It burned through her flesh as the shifter dropped to the ground in pain with a cry. \"You asshole!\" She yelled towards him through gritted teeth, looking at her leg to notice the silver that mocked as the arrowhead. Her heart felt like it had stopped, these men had silver weapons which made fighting almost impossible if she wanted to remain undetected as a shifter. If it hadn't been for the pants she wore that covered the skin on her legs, the men would have noticed the burn marks created at the entry and exit points of the wound."
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"message": "\"And look what we have here.\" Leered one of the soldiers. \"It's the man who started the Black Swan legend. *Such* An honor to be in your presence!\"\n\nThe scholar was silent as he quickly surveyed the situation. They were heavily outnumbered. He supposed he could use the trees as cover, but it wasn't reliable. Furthermore, Marsila was injured and could not run in this state. Even if Eotum were to somehow persuade them not to kill him, he would suspect that the other man, Rekkan, would kill him for letting her die.\n\nEotum was, by all accounts, an ordinary man. He wasn't exactly strong, but at least he was quick in wit and somewhat fast. But he certainly would not be fast enough to even load a bolt in his own crossbow before getting shot himself.\n\nWhat could Eotum do? What could he even say? \n\nThat was when realized something.\n\nThese soldiers probably did not know anything about shifters. In fact, they did not seem to know that shifters, if coming into contact with silver, would show burn marks on their skin and transform into their other form.\n\nHe could tell that Marsila was doing her best to stave it off for a while. He would have to act quickly.\n\n\"I do have something to say.\" Eotum spoke up. \"You see, I am a scholar, and I know a wide variety of subjects. But that's not the matter. You see, shifters are sensitive to silver, and I assume that's what your bolts are made of.\"\n\n\"However, a moment has long passed, and this lady here has not transformed yet.\" Eotum added. \"After coming into contact, they would show burns and quickly transform. But she has no burn marks. And she has not transformed.\"\n\n\"Not a very good idea to shoot a random civilian.\" Eotum finished."
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"message": "The town was bending to the demands of the mercenary force. Atovar learned that the large man was still around and that they had come in a wagon. The villagers helped the group of four when they arrived a few days ago, considering the man had sustained heavy injuries. That kept true to the report the man had received from his network in the underworld. It seemed that the Alchemist had gotten to him first, but was repelled. That was what made Atovar bring silver weapons in the first place. That and the knowledge that one of the other two was the magical being, a shapeshifter. \n\nAtovar also knew that the other one was his former hostage's wife. Bran sat limp on the chair, his face sullied and turned into a pulp of blood and openings by the knuckles of the brutal man. He ordered the search on other houses, demanding full cooperation as if searching for an actually wanted man by authorities. He used the sigil of his forgotten family, which counted for proof enough for frightened peasants. The sight of swords and arrows made them turn their backs on people they sheltered. They couldn't do more.\n\nRekkan was carrying Priscilla out of town when he came across one of the kids. He was no older than twelve and had a broad grin on his trickster face. The unruly boy pointed his finger as if to mark the man, but shook his hand with it held to him. \"You're in big trouble. Now I get to see if the rumors are really true!\" A little tale of two might have been created by the imaginative minds of the boys. They had seen his size and wondered just what kind of big man he was. He looked like a fighter with how he came bare, bloodied on his bandages. He definitely was a warrior. But what kind? \"This isn't a game, boy. People will die. Do you know what dying means?\" Rekkan had a deep and singed voice. It was an odd rumble. The boys eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Hks arm fell dangling to the side of his body. \"Woooaaaah, that was so cool!\"\n\nRekkan sneered and walked a past the boy. Priscilla, for how many fragments of her mind were jumbling around in her brain, curled her lips into a smile and placed her index finger in front of the same tender flesh that radiated a plea. The boy, gazing at her soft frown and luminescent eyes, was raptured by that strange moment and nodded once with a gulp. He remembered that same frown from another person and realized it was too adult to get caught up in. He did think about telling others he was with the wanderer. Hopefully after he had ridden the village from the soldiers that came to walk over them. Playing wasn't the same thing with men shouting how much of a wuss your possy is. He was just a kid after all.\n\nRekkan lowered his body to let Priscilla slide down and off his back. She had a sad frown that didn't let go when she smiled up at the man. \"Marsila should be showing up any time soon. Though I suggest you find a place to hide until the storm settles. I will come back for you.\" He crouched to gather a single leaf from the ground, it was still green. Rekkan applied some spit as he tore some of its veins to spill its floral blood. The two fluids mixed in a cold fusion that his tongue lathered the leaf with. He then folded it in half and sealed it, giving it to the woman. His rough features stretched to outline a smirk. \"This will help me find you.\" Priscilla gulped as she held folded leaf in her hands. It was cold, though not like ice. She wrapped it in some of her clothing and tried to say something, but when her gaze wandered from the leaf to the man, he was gone. She must have stayed looking at it for a while. With nothing else to cling to, Priscilla heeds Rekkan's advice and wanders into the woods. She disappears in the treeline and finds a good spot to hide, under the uproot of a large tree. She adds twigs and leaves to obscure her hiding spot, clearly knowing a bit, or having read from her old books. It was unfortunate that she didn't have them anymore. It might be possible for her to listen to Marsila being attacked by that group and check it out. Who knows?\n\nRekkan wandered off, skirting the village uphill. He was counting heads, mostly surveying how the soldiers felt entitled to apply some kind of tax on the peasants. This wasn't even truly sanctioned. What a joke. It was a peeve of the man to see this, but to charge without a plan and backup would be bad. To turn the tide of this battle, Rekkan counted heads, coming up to twenty-six. This was the number of armed men going in and out of houses and stores. There were still six others that Rekkan spied with his third eye. He nestled his body on a cross legged seat at one of the peaks, surrounded by leaves branches of bushes and flowers, between two trees and before a cliff. Close to the edge, he closed his browns and opened his red, forehead poking an orb. It didn't see the souls, it felt them, dozens of men and women grouped up in the square, being turned by others that were aforementioned as the bandits disguised as soldiers. He felt the pull of a fading spirit, a man he knew well the past few days if only by sight alone. Bran was saying goodbye in angst. His screams were bellows, odd and twisted. Rekkan nodded and rose his spirit from its vessel. The world was no longer the physical, no longer the prime. \"It was a bad end to a good life. My regret, Bran. Now, you have to get going.\" He chanted in the strange melody, blurring the atmosphere and the area around him, making things blurry and fuzzy. Bran saw something there, a twisting opening into a spiral. It was always like that. The right hand of the spirit touched the right hand of the wanderer. The spiral tattoo whirled and pulled the soul into it, then releasing it to the river below. Far in the distant bottom.\n\nRekkan returned to the flesh and awoke his body from its quick slumber. He closed his third eye and opened his dark brown eyes. After the full review, there were around thirty enemies in this battle. At night was the best time and dusk was underway. They were going to finish turning the place upside down and then... What were they going to do? He saw the pile of wood and thought that could mean many things. The main one being a cheap shot. Shock value in the burning of a man, perhaps Bran's body. At least they will give him a funeral pyre, even if they have other intentions for its purpose. Sickening bastards, but no less ignorant. Rekkan couldn't blame them. But he antagonized them. He had to in order to want to murder them all.\n\nThe wanderer's mind was forming some plans. He needed a bit of an edge, so he started applying his magic. Rekkan lifted his hand in front of his chest and rubbed his index finger's tip against his thumb. They created an ember from smoldering smoke that made his skin sweat at the arm. That little shard, he placed it in his mouth, then swallowed it. Another shard was created and tucked away in his pocket. Then another little piece of ember was placed in his other pocket. He had two. Rekkan added two embers to each pocket and then stretched his right arm. He wobbled it a bit to relax the muscles before stretching from one side to the other. His breathing was regulated before he looked down and then sighed. He would have to wait for now, so he rested while in that vantage point. Eyes watching for the perfect opportunity to strike at the head after deciphering it.\n\nIt didn't take long to discover the leader. He was either issuing orders to his lieutenants or anyone else. That type of commander was always easy to find. He looked to be fit about him, and Rekkan read him as a man of skill. Atovar had the feeling the wanderer would already be watching the town and he wasn't wrong. He sent two groups to scout the outskirts. Five men each, equipped with crossbows and mainly blade weapons. They began their search from the north down, meaning they were headed towards Rekkan. He found the chance to wipe out ten men, his embers already crackling for the fire that churned his core. He gathered their positions at a glance and moved to set his trap. Rekkan also knew that the mercenaries would be aware of where he was and might go there with the bulk of their numbers. That meant the town was safe and he could probably hunt them in the woods. To add to his arsenal, he had the idea of calling an old acquaintance. His tattoo whirled on his right palm and pressed onto the ground. From the sundered earth erupted Vicious, the size of a large hound. The black furred creature was clad in chains that began to dance to its whim, shackling about to his sides.\n\nIf they saw a black monster, the mercenaries could be infused with fear and Atovar could think the shapeshifter was with Rekkan. But before any of that was even a possibility, the creature began its trot into the bushes, cutting through gaps in the coiled growth of the foliage. As for the wanderer, he grabbed an ember from his right pocket and tossed it onto the ground. He let it lay there and \"Cook\" While he also vanished past the vines."
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"message": "The men looked towards the Scholar, none of them spoke as they stared in his direction until they suddenly broke out into a fit of laughter. Marsila on the other hand was doing her best to block out the pain in her leg with great difficulty, whilst looking towards Eotum doubtfully. Did he honestly think he could talk their way out of this situation? \n\n\"I think you're misten kiddo.\" The man wielding the sword cocked his head slightly to the side, looking towards Marsila with a grin. The other Bounty Hunters continued to aim there crossbows in Marsila and the Scholar's direction as the bulked man continued to speak. \n\n\"I shot her because she is refusing to answer my question.\" He paused momentarily when a thought occurred in his head before his eyes began to narrow towards Eotum. \"I never mentioned that we were after a shifter nor did we accuse your friend of being one.\"\n\nMarsila took a deep breath and released an annoyed sigh. There was a reason she had refused to answer his question and why she continued to remain silent. One of the men took a couple steps towards the Shifter's direction, making sure to keep his weapon aimed at the female as the other continued to speak. \"It does interest me why you suddenly brought that topic up. Anthony check her wound.\"\n\nThe shifter watched the man who walked towards her with a threatening glare. The two remaining men with the crossbows made sure to keep their weapons pointed towards her, ready to shoot if she was to move. \"Don't you dare touch me.\" She snapped out which resulted in him chuckling. \n\n\"Girl, if you move, you're just going to get more arrows in places that won't immediately kill you.\" He threatened before lowering his crossbow behind him, away from the shifter's reach and in the firing range of his men with the crossbows incase the Scholar decided to try anything. Before he had the chance to tear the material where the arrow had penetrated her leg, Marsila wrapped her fingers around the arrow's shaft that stuck out. With quick movements, the men didn't have time to react as the shifter snapped off the end of the arrow and buried it into his eye socket. \"I said don't touch me!\" She was acting like a cornered animal as the silver weapons had installed fear into her. \n\nMarsila felt sick to her stomach as the man dropped like sacked potatoes, realising her quick thinking brought on by her fear of being found out had blinded her of her actions. The nauseated feeling didn't last as two arrows landed themselves in her shoulder and the thigh on her injured leg, causing her to scream out in pain. Meanwhile, the man who seemed to call the shots sighed in disappointment, though didn't seem majorly upset about his companion. \"He did tell you that would happen, did he not?\""
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"message": "Marsila was currently in too much pain to register what was happening around her. All she could focus on was the arrows that had lodged themselves in her body, making it impossible for her to move without the arrow causing further harm. How had she gotten herself into this situation? All she had wanted was to retrieve her locket that had been stolen and now they were being hunted down by multiple men. It seemed more than unfair in her opinion. \n\nEventually she began to grow nauseous, blaming it on the pain throughout her body. It didn't help that all she could see was red, in a literal sense. Within the next second, she could smell the upchuck of the men who still had a beating heart but soon forgot about it as she cried out from being moved. \n\nHer body hurt, and badly. She had never felt this type of pain in her whole life, shot by multiple silver arrows. One she could barely handle but three? It made things a lot more difficult for Marsila. \n\nSmall whimpers could be heard from her as she was dragged from the danger they had been placed in. She hoped Rekkan was alright and wondered if more mercenaries had filled the town they occupied. They shouldn't have risked stopping to rest and heal, they should have placed both Rekkan and Bran in the wagon once they were stitched up and safe from infection. If only she could reach out to him. \n\n\"We need to find Rekkan.\" She breathed out quickly, holding her breath almost in hope it would make her situation less painful though that was unlikely to happen."
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"message": "Eotum looked at Marsila's current state, doing a quick assessment over her body. He took into account the two crossbow bolts buried into her leg, also remembering that the silver was giving an intense burning sensation due to its magical purification properties.\n\nEotum's first instinct was to immediately extract the projectiles, the only problem being that if he pulled out them out now he would have to tend to the wounds whilst still being chased by the men. While his little potion may have caused the men severe nausea, there was no telling if one or two would bear it and they would seek them out, and Eotum going against an armed soldier with Marsila as a sitting duck would not be an ideal situation.\n\nBut they were severely weakened now. Eotum had this chance. \n\n\"We will find Rekkan. But not like this.\" The scholar said after a moment of deliberation. \"I will be right back. I need to handle the men first before they find us. Be right back.\"\n\nIf Marsila had any objections, they were promptly ignored as Eotum returned to where the men were. Where was she going to go in that state anyway?\n\nLoading a bolt into the carved slit of the crossbow, Eotum held several other bolts with the hand he used to support his weapon. He crouched and crept over to the back of a bush so as not to make a sound. The potion he had was meant to deliver disorienting nausea, but only in one big burst. The men had started to recover and look around, so he acted quickly.\n\nObserving the men, she decided to shoot first the ones who had their crossbows on hand. Not to mention they had fired their bolts at Marsila, and they were still feeling a bit too sick which would inhibit their eye and hand coordination if they tried to reload a bolt. \n\nHe quickly leaned out from the bush, fired a bolt at one of them and leaned back into the bush. He heard a heavy *Thunk* As it lodged itself into his target's head, joining the two dead soldiers lying on the floor."
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"message": "The second group that entered the forested hill overlooking the village from the north was more cautious than the last. They formed a tighter line and crept forward, keeping a compact surveillance over their surroundings. They looked left and they looked right, back over their shoulders and forward to the trails that stretched in twists and turns of uprooted flora.\n\nBut they made a mistake as well, natural of men that were paid to hunt people and not track wild animals. They entered the hunting grounds of a newly arrived fiend without heed to the marks scattered on trees and bush alike.\n\nRekkan appeared before them, several feet away and past the first area he looked out at the village from when they were gathering the two groups. He had a surprise stored for the men that had their attention drawn to him. They didn't rush, but they did quicken their pace, falling for the cooking ember's trap. It glowed before it shattered into a powerful flash of light. Incandescent white blinded them momentarily, burning their eyes and making them apply evasive tactics. One rolled to the left, another took stumbling steps back. They mixed and broke formation for the fiend to take advantage of, glaring down with zigzagged reds centered on the crossbowman to the far right.\n\nIts black furred form was atop a thick branch of oak. Rusted and rustling chain slowly rolled out of its body's twisted sides and surely draped around the shoulders and wrapped the neck of the man. He shouted for the others, but his voice was tamed and made coarse with a tug and a snap, making his body dangle as feet and hands convulsed to the feeling of ancient metal squeezing his throat. His eyes bulged and teared as life was fleeting. Also the others could listen to were the gravel cries of the man before the snap of a maw and shatter of skull bone was heard. Then there was an eery silence.\n\nAt that point, the men could already see. They looked forward but Rekkan was no longer there. They looked to the right and found the headless corpse of their companion falling from the tree. The chains were there, but where was the culprit? They just hung from the branch, ominous and daunting. The sensation of fear was instilled in their hearts. The hunt was turning inside out, the hunter becoming the hunted."
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"message": "Marsila wanted to argue when he mentioned how he planned to attack the men who had attacked them. She didn't feel safe being alone, especially in the state she was in. How was she to defend herself if more men came to find her, especially if she could be used as bait to lure in Rekkan. It seems that is what they had planned on doing when they attacked her twice now. \n\nShe wanted to stand and go after him but it was difficult to do so when she had three arrows lodged into her body. Fortunately, the silver arrowheads were no longer inside her body as they protruded out the back of her shoulder and thighs so she didn't have to worry about the effects if they were still currently in her body. It would have also made it a lot more complicated when they had to remove it. The burning sensation continued as the wounds attempted to slowly heal themselves but was unable to do so as the wounds still had the arrow's shaft inside. \n\nShe didn't know how much time had passed as she waited impatiently for the Scholar to return. Marsila hoped he was safe and didn't get himself killed or else she would be found by the men hunting her and Rekkan down. She wondered what Rekkan could possibly be doing at this very minute, had they gotten to him also? There was no doubt there were more of them looking. \n\nClosing her eyes, Marsila begged herself to pass out. She wouldn't be in as much pain as she was currently if she was able to do so, but unfortunately she found it impossible. So she was left to her thoughts instead. She wondered anxiously if they had caught on to her being a shifter, knowing they wouldn't have brought the silver weapons otherwise. It would have made sense as she was with Rekkan at all times and was never seen with the big cat. Perhaps she should have separated herself from him when she had the chance. Then again, she couldn't imagine leaving him to deal with the bounty on his head by himself."
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"message": "The two remaining men whirled around in confusion to find their companion on the floor with a bolt sticking through his skull. They then began to look around in panic, desperately trying to find that damned scholar and shifter. They were disoriented and they couldn't even see him. How would they be able to find him?\n\nThose worries were put to rest for one of the men. He didn't even see it coming, the bolt entering the back of his throat and protruding out of the front. He choked on his own blood as he gasped for air, falling to his knees with a hand around the bolt. Fear filled his eyes before he finally fell forwards, the pupils dilating as his breath eventually stilled.\n\nMeanwhile, the last soldier had caught wind of where the scholar might have come from, his eyes falling on a particularly thick set of bushes. He picked up his sword and ran in a staggering motion, hoping to find the scholar and slice him down before he had another chance to load another bolt.\n\nBut when he got there... No one was in sight.\n\n\"Looking for me?\" A voice came from the left.\n\nThe man stood upright and turned his head just as Eotum fired his bolt. The projectile sailed through the air, the point spinning through as it burrowed deep in between his eyes and pinning him to a tree. His eyes rolled up his head as his jaw dropped agape, his arms falling lifelessly at his sides and releasing his sword in the process.\n\nThe scholar released a breath before returning to Marsila to tend to her wounds. \n\nHe knelt before her and put down his crossbow before helped her lie down on the grass. He then opened his bag and dug into its contents, first taking out a clean cloth. \n\n\"Here. Stuff this into your mouth. It will probably hurt very much, and the bolts might be designed in a way that's difficult to remove.\""
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"message": "The leaves and bushes rustled to the left of the group, but the scene to their right was shocking and gripping their attention. It was unnatural, it was frightening. They didn't sign up for it. Large hands erupted from the dense foliage and arms followed. They wrapped around the neck of the thug on the far left and made him hostage.\n\n\"H-Help!\"\n\nThe remaining group turned to the source of the scream and saw their companion held by their prey. They aimed their crossbows, the two remaining ones, and the man with the blade stepped to the side. \"Troublesome, aren't you?\" He mused, trying to not let the former gore scene and the current situation get the best of him. \"Fire.\"\n\nThe leader's insensitive words struck one of his men's heart. It was his friend between their aims and the wanderer, why would he shoot? But the other did not hesitate and fired, sticking a bolt on the right shoulder of the hostage.\n\n\"What are you doing?!\" The thug still not firing asked, gritting his teeth.\n\nThe swordsman took his crossbow by force and took aim, trying to shoot at Rekkan through the man. The large man shifted and made the sizzling bolt hit the gut of the mercenary he was holding. The thug groaned in pain as the silver stuck to his flesh and innards. \"Tsk. Draw your swords and attack him!\"\n\nThe leader's cold behavior disgusted the man he took the crossbow from. Thugs they were, but there was some sort of code, no? They were friends, were they not? The two of them, hostage and riled up merc, maybe. But they were just fodder to Atovar and his lieutenants, to the man leading him in this small detachment.\n\nRekkan watched as the men drew their swords, but was surprised at the scene that unfolded. The irritated man attacked the head of the group, hacking at his side in a fit of rage. The other crossbowman tried to react, only going as far as barely blocking a swing before falling victim to the relentless attack of his former ally. What a twist."
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"message": "Marsila focused on her breathing, steadying each breath she took, finding it dimmed the pain enough to properly think as her flesh attempted to close the wound with fail. When the scholar gave her the cloth, she took it immediately as her hands shook before shoving it into her mouth. \n\nShe knew the pain she was about to suffer as Eotum removed the shaft from her body would be intense. Fortunately, once the shafts had been removed, the silver inflicted wounds would finally begin to close. It was a slow healing process but to her luck, the shifter was able to heal at a faster rate than a human so the wounds no longer bled and it would take a few hours before the wounds fully closed. \n\nThe grass felt nice as she laid her head back against the ground, using any possible distraction to her advantage. Closing her eyes once again, Marsila began to focus on the sounds around her. She listened carefully as the winds brushed through the trees and bushes, rustling the leaves and branches. The more she focused, the more clear the sounds around her became. \n\nTo their luck, she couldn't hear any more men making their way towards them, allowing them some peace. \n\nHow long would it be until they were found again? The scholar was smart to have her shove something in her mouth so she wouldn't scream so loudly, otherwise they would have definitely drawn attention. It also allowed her to not bite so harshly on her own teeth or tongue though that was the least of her worries."
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"message": "Eotum then held out his hand, taking the cloth back. He'd wash it later. Or perhaps perform experiments on it. Maybe later.\n\n\"I would have offered you opia, but sadly it doesn't work.\" Eotum commented as Marsila continued to lie down on the grassy floor. \"But... Here. Sit up.\"\n\nHelping her up a little so she could sit against the trunk of a tree, the scholar offered her some rations. It wasn't anything special; just some bread, dried meat and some nuts.\n\n\"I can hunt and find a water source, so don't worry.\" The scholar said as he also offered her his water canteen. \"You need it more than I do. You may be a shifter with healing abilities, but eating helps a lot. Especially after a stressful encounter.\"\n\nEotum stood up and left the food at her side should she wish to eat it. \"I'll go back and scavenge what I can. Maybe the bird I'm hunting for is allergic to silver or something. And maybe a few more coins would be lovely...\"\n\nHe kept muttering to himself as he went back to the scene of the fight, leaving Marsila by herself."
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"message": "Rekkan glared at the only man standing before him. He tried to get his intention, especially after cutting down the soldiers he was supposed to be working with. His questions were answered without needing to voice them. The man could take an educated guess about what was going on in the wanderer's mind.\n\n\"Please,-\" The man spoke with a cracked tone. \"-let my friend go. We don't want to partake in this any longer.\"\n\nThe swordsman's glare intensified. His eyes squinted. There was no reason for him to trust the mercenary, the cutthroat, but he did the unthinkable and helped his former hostage lie down on his back. \"He won't live without immediate assistance.\" Rekkan said, kneeling beside the injured man. \"Tear the clothes of the men you killed, the clean parts only. Bring them here.\" He ordered and the man followed, quick to aid Rekkan if that meant saving his friend's life.\n\nTwiss was a young man with the right heart but the wrong ideas. He wanted to make fast money without looking at the costs. He was a new member of Atovar's wicked crew, along with his friend, Swass. Twiss and Swass were like brothers since they were children, growing up to poor families in a village much like the one they found themselves in. They wanted to strike big, have their share of the bounty that Atovar promised and go back to turn their lives around. But they were dumb and found themselves in a gang where the code was just a front to hire the naive. Either one adapted to their cold and nasty deeds or one died.\n\n\"Guess I... Got the short end of the stick...!!\" Swass grunted and coughed. He grinned at his childhood friend as Rekkan worked to clean the wounds. He knee that if he removed the bolts, he needed to cauterize the wounds. That meant a lot of pain. \"Shut up, Swass! You will make it!\" Swass nodded weakly. His grin turned to a painful grimace as teeth gritted.\n\n\"Shut up.\" Rekkan interjected. \"Close your eyes. Both of you.\" Twiss and Swass didn't know how to react, but a stern rhetorical of them wanting the injured one to live made them comply. In swift motions, the wandering swordsman pulled the bolts out in succession and shot his pinky in each, using his fire to surge at the tip to heat up and singe the wound to the point it sealed up. It was a harrowing and painful experience that Swass wouldn't forget so soon, but it got him fixed somehow. Not that he didn't feel intense pain, but he was one step closer to recovery. \"Y-you... What did you do...?!\" Twiss asked in utter disbelief. He thought Swass was a goner. But there was his friend, breathing poorly, but surely.\n\n\"Do not come after me.\" Rekkan said as he stood, only to find Twiss wielding one of the crossbows armed with a silver bolt. What he did next was another surprise.\n\n\"Take it. You saved my friend. Let me return the favor and help you.\" Twiss handed the crossbow to Rekkan and, after the latter accepted it, picked his own up from the ground."
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"message": "When he mentioned the drug he had given Rekkan and her earlier, Marsila couldn't help but feel annoyed with herself. Painkillers would have been great right now but it seems being shifter gave her the disadvantage of only accepting magical elements into her body. \n\n\"Thanks.\" She croaked out as he helped her to sit up. Her jaw lowered before she moved in side to side so she would be able to relieve the tension created when the arrows were removed. The shifter exhaled deeply as she rested her back against the tree trunk, thankful that the pain subsided almost immediately as her wounds began to close. \n\nShe wished he didn't feel the need to leave her alone once again but there wasn't much she could do as she watched him leave. Instead, she focused on regaining her energy through the little food he supplied her with along with the water. Marsila never realised how thirsty she was until no water remained in the canteen after she had finished with it. The water had felt like a great relief when she drank as the cool liquid dulled the burning sensation left by the arrows.\n\nOnce she had finished, Marsila turned her head slightly to the left so she was now facing her injured shoulder. Reaching her hand up, her fingers hooked around the thin material before lowering it so she could see what the wound looked like.\n\nMarsila wasn't happy with what she saw. The flesh the silver made contact with had burned away at her muscles and resulting the skin surrounding to darken as the flesh surrounding died. It was going to leave an hideous scar and the shifter dreaded what her thighs would look like. But on a positive note, she could feel the tickle of her flesh stitching itself together whilst shedding the dead flesh from her body. \n\nMoving her attention from the wound, the shifter steadied her breathing before focusing on the sounds and scents within the forest. It was a lot more clearer now that she could properly focus so it didn't take her long to smell the death that flooded the forest. The scent of blood was hard to miss as it held such a strong smell, she could only hope none of it belonged to Rekkan, Priscilla or Bran as they had done nothing but help her."
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"message": "Marsila would probably hear him talking if he came back, so Eotum kept muttering himself as he returned to where she was resting.\n\n\"Got a new bag... Some more bolts... A lovely lump of money... More rations...\" He muttered to himself.\n\nBut then he began to mutter to himself about the Maladrius. Not that she would believe him anyway. \n\n\"Cursed bird... I will hunt you down...\" He grumbled to himself. \"I will slice off your wings and clamp down your beak... And bring you in to the kingdom...\"\n\nHe also began to theorize things.\n\n\"Why in that one spot... Is something keeping it there... Has it chosen to live there...?\""
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"message": "\"You'd fight your own?\" Rekkan asked.\n\n\"They're not my family. I'm sorry... We... We didn't want any of this. And you're not as bad as the bounties paint you. You saved my friend even after we tried to kill you. That's something.\" Twiss nodded to his own words. \"So, please.\"\n\n\"Twiss... Is right...\" Swass said with a grunt. \"You could just kill me, but... You saved me... I'll help... I'll help too...\"\n\nThe wanderer chuckled. What a turn of events. He didn't expect to find thugs with a change of heart, but the added numbers couldn't hurt. He nodded and began to talk with them, sharing a plan to rid the village of the other mercenaries.\n\nMeanwhile, at the village, Atovar'a lieutenant rounded up the villagers. The sun was setting by the time and the skies turned orange in the horizon, with their clear heavens becoming a sea of black inhabited by shining stars. The black haired and lanky figure stepped in front of the villagers and gazed at them with dark thoughts in his mind.\n\n\"Very well!\" He said loudly. \"Since the man we are looking for isn't here yet, we decided to start the evening with some good old fashioned entertainment!\" His words resonated through the small town and the outskirts, the woods. \"We are going to show you all what not helping us finish our business means. Thus, let the burning man begin!\"\n\nLed by the eery words of the mercenary leader, Rekkan peered from the crest of the hill at the scene. Bran, or rather Bran's body, was being dragged from the house of the old lady to the pile of wood the cutthroats were forming earlier. He was tied to it, obviously dead, for Rekkan knew of this already.\n\n\"Tsk. Provoking a reaction.\" The wanderer sneered. \"Do you know what to do?\" Twiss and Swass nodded."
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"message": "When the Scholar returned, he would have seen Marsila had remained unmoved. She knew the more she kept herself laying against the trunk of the tree resting, the faster she would heal and move her limbs properly. The small rations he had given her contributed greatly towards her regeneration, giving her some peace of mind due to her great dislike of being placed in a fragile state. \n\nAs she heard Eotum talk about some bird, she remembered back to the group of bounty hunters when they had begun to question him. At the time, she could have cared less when they had mentioned the creature. She may have paid attention but due to her fragile stomach, she hadn't focused on their conversations but instead, focused on the torture Rekkan placed them under. \n\nNow, she had the chance to properly ask him about that topic, especially if it contributed with calming his mind as it would seem that she believed in the creature. If anyone had been watching them, they would have assumed the scholar was a mere lunatic with his rambling of a fictitious animal. \n\n\"That is twice now you have spoken about the bird.\" She began before rolling her shoulders back slightly to relieve the tension built up in her injured shoulder. Finding that she should be fine to now move as her injuries only ached, Marsila brought her knees towards her body before laying them towards her right. Following her legs, the shifter twisted her body so she was now on her hands and knees before pushing herself up in the least agile way possible. \"Why are you so desperate to find something that may not even exist?\"\n\nWith a pained groan, Marsila finally found herself standing. She lowered her eyes towards his findings from the bounty hunters, glad he now had more food to ration for himself after he had given what he had left to the shifter. \n\n\"I know it isn't safe but I need to go back to the village centre, or atleast where we had left Bran and Priscilla.\" She began, oblivious to the activities happening, such as the fire. \"Hopefully Rekkan will be there, but I need to make sure I keep myself from being seen. I don't know about you, but they seem to be looking for me as well now.\""
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"message": "Eotum didn't expect anyone to believe him and his little tale. He also had his share of people trying to 'decode' and 'solve' him, and as to why he was looking for something that may not have existed when in fact he did see it before his very eyes. As such, he wouldn't try to defend himself and instead simply entertain her question with truth.\n\n\"I am desperate because it exists. And as long as it remains alive, it will remain a threat to humankind.\" He replied, adding the newly collected supplies to his gear. \"And for as long as it lives... My friends who died that day will have died under the convenient guise of a lie.\"\n\n\"But as a scholar, I seek the truth, and it is my duty to amend what is untrue and seek new truths.\" Eotum slung the bag over his shoulder as he loaded a bolt into his crossbow. \"I don't know about you, but I will continue to seek a way to eliminate the Maladrius.\"\n\nHe then locked the bolt into place. \"Now. Someone will have to escort you back so that you will a slightly lesser chance of dying. Lead the way, madam.\""
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"message": "His injuries kept him grounded, but Swass had an important role to play. He leaned his back against a rock close to the edge of the cliff and had the assistance of the swordsman and his friend in covering his body with vines and leaves. His sharpshooter's eye was going to be put to the test, armed with a crossbow and silver bolts. The bag full of ammon was placed to his side, easy to reach when he fired the first time. The injured man waited for the signal, which he knew would take time due to Rekkan and his wish to prepare the stage.\n\nBran's body melted in the pyre. His skin was charred and organs boiled, but there was no life in him to trouble the mind of the wanderer. The villagers, however, were shocked - - they were forced to watch a gruesome burning without the chance of fighting back. They were unarmed and, even if they did outnumber the mercenaries, they were just pigs to the slaughter should they try to retaliate. The children had a different spirit to them, and perhaps they turned out to be the catalysts to infuse the people with hope, even if that hope was squeezed by Atovar's impatience.\n\n\"The big man will come to rescue us!\" Said the boy who had met Rekkan on his way out of the village. \"You'll see!\" His bravery incited the wrath of the sadistic captain. Atovar ordered the boy specifically to be taken from his father's side.\n\n\"He is my son! Just a boy! You can't do that!\" The middle aged man was bashed with the hilt of a sword, forced to his knees in front of everyone. His son was dragged up the road from the square, towards Atovar's little headquarters outside the old lady's house. \"Is that so? The big man is some kind of hero, is he? Let's see if your hero comes to rescue you from the flames!\" The black haired man nodded to one of the men next to him. The boy was taken once more and dragged. He tried to resist, but a child could not match the strength of an adult.\n\nForgotten, but not lost, the black furred entity slalomed down the hill, using the shadows of the creeping rocks and withering branches for cover. It dashed to the northern edge of town and over to the roofs of the wooden houses, using height to remain unseen. When the boy could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead and his armpits first, he gulped hard. That wasn't the way he wanted to die.\n\nSuddenly, a long chain hanged from the old lady's house and coiled around the boy's lithe frame like a serpent. It tugged the boy at the same time a howl echoed from above, prompting everyone to watch as the infant was swallowed by an expanded maw of the monster, than then retreated.\n\n\"What the fuck was that?!\""
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"message": "The way he spoke of the 'Maladrius' almost brought the shifter to believe it was real, unfortunately now was not the time to ask him more about the creature, they would have to leave that for when they were no longer in danger. She was glad the Scholar had the crossbow but couldn't help the fear grow within when she caught sight of the silver bolts. After the pain she had gone through, having another bolt puncture into her body was the last thing she needed. \n\nNow making their way back to the village centre, the scent of burning flesh invaded her senses. It wouldn't have been long until the Scholar would have been able to smell it as they grew closer. It was similar to what she had inhaled when Rekkan and herself destroyed the warehouse a few days ago.\n\n\"Something is wrong.\" The feeling of her stomach turning gave her that idea along with the smell she received. She wanted to shift into her animal form but didn't want to risk it with the amount of silver weapons she had seen in the past hour. \"They're burning someone.\"\n\nThe shifter fastened her pace towards the village, making sure to keep alert of her surroundings as she did so, not wanting to fall into a potential trap. \n\nEventually she caught scent of the wanderer's living scent, bringing a rush of relief through her body as she had feared for the worst. Sure he was skilled in defending himself along with finding what he wanted, especially after everything she had witnessed, but everyone had a weakness. \n\nPausing once they reached close enough to witness what was occuring, Marsila began focusing on Rekkan's scent, attempting to find his exact location."
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"message": "\"Quick. Hide here first.\" Eotum urged, gesturing to Marsila to hide behind a tree. Once they reached it, they leaned against the wood and peered out from either side to see just what was going on.\n\nIt was chaotic, to say the least. Houses were burning down to the ground, and they saw several men exit another house with torches in their hands, the wooden structure starting to smoke.\n\nThe stench of burning flesh was ever present in the air. It was thick, invading their nostrils with every breath as the massive bonfire kept on steadily burning. They then saw a big figure of black suddenly dash away after every pointed at it, contributing even more to the rising sense of panic in them all.\n\nThey then saw him. The man who was responsible for all this. Atovar. He was quite distinguishable since he was the one constantly barking orders at the other men. Eotum concluded that they must have been a mercenary group.\n\n\"Alright. So we have a bunch of men with good weapons.\" Eotum said to Marsila. \"We also may have another monster on our hands. And we don't know where your companion is. What do we do?\""
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"message": "The village was thrown into a panic. For some reason, Atovar's men started a fire throughout the village, burning houses and sheds to prove a point. Nothing was to survive. Maybe they started to do it after the horrifying image of a kid being swallowed by that dark monster, creating beacons of light. They found solace in the light, as if it was meant to stave off the black beast, but the latter has a purpose and that was well served. It spat the boy on the edges of town, away from prying eyes. The boy looked up, unsure if he should do so in horror or awe. Down glared slalomed eyes of red without irises or pupils, only bright reds that looked more like scars. It did not wait for a sign of appreciation. The monster simply turned tail and dashed back to the fray, for things would only turn more dangerous from then on.\n\nThere was a slight change of plan. There was no time to lose in saving the villagers, lest they were surrounded by the fire and burned. Twiss was tasked with doing so after Rekkan's entrance. The wanderer wanted to draw the attention of the mercenaries away from the square, so he did what any bold or stupid man would do. He stormed the headquarters head on. A silver bolt flew through the air and hit the chest of a soldier standing next to Atovar. The lanky and sadistic figure sneered as he saw his soldier stumble on his knees and finally on his whole body.\n\nThe mercenary captain showed his skill in a quick draw of his weapon, quickly parrying the incoming overhead slash and trying to thrust his rapier through Rekkan's chest. The warrior slid his foot and pushed his body along, taking the grazing wound to his shoulder instead. He grit his teeth, but it was a minor setback, if that. A tackle ensued to create a gap between the two.\n\n\"Shoot him!\" Atovar barked, but a sharpshooter made his presence known and took one of the men wielding crossbows down. Swass made the group of mercenaries hesitate in the process, quickly pulling on the sturdy string to slot another bolt in. A salve was indeed shot after that fragment, but Rekkan was already on it and moving, making it hard for the men to have a sure aim. Atovar barked more orders, making his lieutenants try to surround Rekkan, form some sort of ring with the other units as the crossbowmen reloaded.\n\nThey forgot Twiss. The young man was eager to prove his worth. He snuck through the narrower alleys and beckoned the villagers to follow. He slung his weapon in front of himself, butt against his right shoulder, and shot a mercenary in the head. The villagers were confused, as Twiss had the same armor as those that corralled them, but in their confusion they somehow accepted his signal."
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"message": "When the scholar had returned, Marsila pursed her lips together as she thought of what they could possibly do. From the sounds of it, they were vastly outnumbered. She also had no clue as to what this 'monster' could be, seeing how Eotum had been very descriptive. Even though he mentioned that Rekkan was nowhere to be seen, Marsila could still smell his scent which meant he was near. Hopefully he had a plan and not an idiotic one that would get him killed. \n\nMarsila's chest raised as she breathed in deeply, forcing herself to come up with a plan which didn't result in their death. \n\nWhen she heard a male's voice shout an order for his men to release their arrows, the shifter knew immediately who they were planning to Kill. Her head snapped towards the direction of the shouts with her eyes widen in worry. Her heart raced fast out of fear that he could be killed, forcing her to turn back towards Eotum so she could give him some instructions.\n\n\"Rekkan's there, I know it. He was most likely in hiding when you tried to look. I need you to attack the mercenaries where they least expect an attack. These men wouldn't know you are helping us so use that as an advantage and let me worry about everything else. Just focus on surviving or hide and stay safe.\" \n\nMarsila never took notice of the scholar's reaction as she immediately began focusing on her shift. \n\nShe clenched her teeth with a pained groan as her body began to follow her demands. Her bones were the first to begin snapping as they broke off into smaller pieces and rearranged themselves to form a new skeletal structure. Fur as dark as coal sprouted her her skin, eventually covering her body whilst the clothes she had been wearing tore from her body. She had been too panicked in rushing to help Rekkan that she had completely forgotten about her clothes. \n\nWithin a couple minutes, Marsila laid along the floor in her panther form so she was able to catch her breath from the shift. She never enjoyed changing forms as it was a painful yet tolerable process to go through and it drained her of her energy. \n\nWithout wasting another second, Marsila left Eotum to himself and raced off towards the action."
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"message": "Eotum meanwhile simply shook his head and muttered to himself as to what a day this was. \"Hopefully the tavern in Iron Gate is still selling that trademark ale...\" He watched as Marsila ran off.\n\n\"Well. Time to help the community and get nothing back in return. Again.\" He stepped out from behind the tree and ran over to the nearest thing that would give him cover. He dashed towards an abandoned wagon crouched behind its wheel.\n\nAs he did, he saw a mercenary wearing the same armour as the other men who set fire to the house. He lifted his crossbow and was about to pull the trigger and send it flying towards his skull when he then saw him... Guiding people away from the fight?\n\nYes, his eyes were not deceiving him. Like a shepherd, he watched over the 'flock' of people as he gestured to them to hurry up. Elderly and children alike followed his lead, some of the younger ones helping the elderly to waddle along as fast as they could.\n\nEotum lowered his crossbow. Hm. Perhaps someone had a change of heart. Or was one of the better ones who didn't want unneeded deaths in a scuffle. Whatever was the case, he trusted him enough to turn his back. Somewhat.\n\nIndeed turning around, he then crept into the wagon and made it a temporary watchman's tower. He would try to take out men one by one from here."
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"message": "Swass was about to squeeze the crossbow's trigger when a new shade caught his attention. From the set of burning buildings to his right was a dashing lithe panther, black in color and carrying dangerous yellow orbs that scoured the field. He only glanced at it, but when his own greens stared back at the ranged mercenaries, he saw them changing their target and aiming at the shapeshifter.\n\n\"You will see two creatures of black.\"\n\nRekkan's earlier words rang true in his mind. The first being was the monster of chains and layered fangs that swallowed the kid. The second, the odd panther showing up out of the blue. Could it be that the swordsman had two shapeshifter friends instead of one, as the reports said? It didn't matter. Swass followed the man's orders and covered the black panther's advance, shooting at the men that tried to hit her.\n\nIn the meantime, Twiss was doing a great time, mainly because the people fell faithfully to his words. He set them to run to the woods nearby, where Priscilla was coming out of her hiding spot to investigate. When she saw the villagers moving as a flock, she joined them, was put up to speed and despaired. If what they said was true, then the man put up on the pyre was her husband. Twiss remembered bits and pieces of who was supposed to travel with the wanderer from before being sent to what could have been his death in the scouting party. He approached Priscilla.\n\n\"Miss, I am sorry to ask you this in your time of grief, but I will need you to watch over the people of the village. I have to go back and return the favor to the man journeying with you.\"\n\nThe young woman sulked, her tears already permeating her eyes. She couldn't mourn in peace, not then, but in the time she was alone she felt like she was preparing herself to face the awful fact that she was a widow. She nodded at Twiss, who ran back into town. The former thug raised his weapon and shot at his former companions, no love lost for any of the petty liars and thieves. He didn't want to be scum anymore.\n\n\"Can you do anything right?!\" Atovar growled. He was frustrated with his force's inability to get the job done. Rekkan had slain two of the men encircling him and more were sure to follow. He saw the spark of a bolt flying to one of his mercenaries and sneered, trying to take matters into his own hands. \"I will wipe out your friends, you freak!\" He yelled, taking a crossbow from the ground and aiming it at the top of the hill while Swass was reloading. The wanderer showed a nearly unnatural awareness to that fact, and his trusty dagger was shot at Atovar. The lanky captain hurried the weapon in front of himself, but found the blade carving a path through the cross and dismantling the bow. He jerked his head to the side, avoiding his death. He had never seen such force in a throw that it could break a crossbow like that. \"Fuck... Fuck... I need more men. I need better men!\"\n\nHow many men did Atovar have? A little over a dozen, perhaps, including his lieutenants. What a turn. He came with thirty strong to be reduced to that."
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"message": "Marsila was surprised by the lack of arrows. She had expected many to come flying in her direction but was left with only a few to dodge. She found it quite simple in her feline form to evade any arrows that had been shot towards her, though her speed also contributed as she was too quick on her paws for them to properly aim. \n\nIn her peripheral vision, the shifter noticed many of the men being shot down by another crossbowmen. She had assumed it was Eotum so she focused on making her way towards Rekkan, throwing her head, body or paws into the remaining mercenaries that advanced towards him whilst purposely avoiding to use her claws and teeth as it would most certainly lead to death. She felt guilty as it was that she had murdered the man who went to examine her wound, she didn't want to be responsible for any more deaths. \n\nShe was smart with the way she smacked into the mercenaries, being sure to find an object for them to be thrown towards which would result in severe injuries, though not fatal if unattended. \n\nReaching Rekkan's side, a predatory snarl tore from her throat like a wild animal as her eyes gazed towards the man Rekkan had been focused on. It was evident from his comments that he was in charge, worried by the fact so many of his men were no longer conscious or alive."
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"message": "Eotum focused on eliminating mercenaries that were furthest away from the center, where all the action was taking place. Although this may have encouraged the remaining men to huddle together and form a group, the numbers of the men would drastically decrease as a whole. Not to mention, some were being engaged by his comrades and he didn't want to accidentally shoot them.\n\nAs the scholar kneeled down and locked another bolt into place, he decided that it was time to take down the leader. Such a decrease in morale would at least give the men a temporary moment of shock, rendering them vulnerable.\n\nLifting his head, he raised the crosshairs level to his eye and aimed at Atovar. He steadied his breath and set his target on the captain, the cross within the ring branding him.\n\nHe pulled the trigger, sending the bolt sailing through the air. Unfortunately, the man turned his body around so that it hit him on the arm. But judging by the way he screamed and grabbed his arm, Eotum may have broken a bone.\n\nThe scholar quickly ducked as Atovar looked around, eyes burning.\n\nThe scholar was now unsure as to what he should do. Should he stay put? Or should he run?"
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"message": "The swordsman kept a steady balance to himself, his hands wielding the irreplaceable Fang with a sure grip. There were many men surrounding him, cutthroats who brandished their swords and axes and donned masks of bitter hatred. They tried to close the gap, pincer him with their coordinated strikes, but the footwork of the wanderer and his knowledge of combat put the thugs to shame. Rekkan was swift. He took risks, but there was resolution in his actions, whereas the mercenaries lacked a higher level of conviction.\n\nMarsila's arrival had no better time. She still held back as to not kill the men, something Rekkan respected as much as he berated. He understood her feelings and why she hesitated to an extent, but they wouldn't show her the mercy she possessed. The swordsman finished the job she started, thrusting his blade through tripping and unbalanced foes. He danced around those that tried to cut and pierce him, weaving with thrusts of his shoulders and quick slashes on torsos and limbs.\n\nOn the edge of the main fight, Atovar cried out in pain. He gripped the bolt that caught his arm and eyed the old man across the street, perched on the wagon. His thoughts culminated in a hard yell, demanding the retreat of his forces, or what remained of them.\n\n\"Fuck...! Fuck!! Full retreat, you dumbfucks!! FULL RETREAT!!!\"\n\nThe actual order made the men panic more than their losses. They rallied to him, going as far as turning their backs on their opponents in their flight. Twiss was about to shoot one when Rekkan raised his hand in a signal to stop. \"Enough!! That won't amount to anything!\" Said and true. If Atovar lived, killing his men meant nothing. He would return with others after getting back what he lost. The mercenaries used the smoke of the village fire to escape, getting to their horses outside of the village. The swordsman knew that wasn't the last he'd see them.\n\nThere were more important issues at hand. The villagers were safe, but homeless. Priscilla was with them, waiting for her heroes to bring her the solace of their company. Twiss' friend also needed to be carried down from cliff.\n\nVicious appeared late to the fight, too late, but his presence was enough to instigate fear on those present, perhaps. Rekkan didn't allow him to threaten Marsila, hurrying to the beast as it dragged a dead mercenary from its maw. \"Playing houses while I'm in the thick of it, huh?\" Rekkan teased the monster, which answered with a snarl. \"Where is the boy?\" From behind the old lady's house, the kid appeared. He was soaked in smelly spit, but he would live. Rekkan asked Twiss to handle the boy while he returned to Marsila, Vicious trotting behind him.\n\n\"You're safe.\" He said, lowering to a knee and taking his hands behind her neck. His fingers sunk in her black fur and pulled her. Although his face remained the same stoic one, he leaned it forth to nuzzle her snout. \"Good. Good...\" The wanderer was genuinely relieved, but he didn't show such affection for much longer. He stood up and looked around. \"Where is Eotum? Is he alright?\""
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"message": "The relief Marsila felt as she watched the men turn on their heels, was indescribable. She hadn't expected them to do so due to the determination of their leader, but how could she complain? It meant they were given a chance to properly leave Astoria as the Mercenaries were forced to regroup. The only downfall to their situation was that Atovar now properly knew of their strengths and would only return with a larger number of mercenaries who had greater skill. \n\nHopefully they were still oblivious towards who the shifter was when in human form since those who had an idea had been killed.\n\nWhen Rekkan spoke, she was confused as to who he was speaking towards as he raised his hand until she noticed one of the mercenaries that had originally been part of Atovar's group. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to ask Rekkan why he was helping them as she had no knowledge on how to communicate to another being with her mind. \n\nHer tongue ran smoothly across her fangs out of habit as Marsila watched them run off in the opposite direction before her eyes studied their surroundings carefully for any other possible threat.\n\nWhen she noticed Viscious, the smooth black hairs straightened as they stood on end. She recognised the beast immediately from her dream, bringing her back to when she had dreamt herself murdering her loved ones. As her lips began to curl inwards to bare her fangs in a threatening matter, she noticed Rekkan rush towards the animal like it was no threat towards him before eventually returning to her with the beast in tow. \n\nShe could care less about her own safety, this whole time she had been worried for Rekkan as his healing abilities were agonizingly slow compared to her own. It was obvious when the shifter allowed him to press his face against her own which also contributed towards calming her down. \n\nWhen he questioned about Eotum, her ears suddenly perked up as she had temporarily forgotten about the Scholar and turned towards the direction of his scent. He didn't smell injured as she would have scented the metallic smell of his blood so the shifter turned back to face Rekkan and nodded."
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"message": "Still hiding in the wagon, the scholar was becoming somewhat antsy over the silence that fell over the area. Taking a breath, he loaded an arrow and looked up, only to see the last vestiges of Atovar's men making a run for it through the forest and Rekkan and Marsilia embracing each other with some black beast that was watching them.\n\nWhat a day indeed. He looked around and saw what was left of the burned village, also taking into account the dead bodies strewn about. To think that he was here this morning, and came back to see this at night. He wondered how the old lady was doing. And the tanner. Hopefully they were among the crowd.\n\nEotum then came out of the wagon and walked over to the group. But the black beast seemed to snarl at him, prompting the scholar to freeze in his tracks and grip his crossbow tighter. But he did not raise it.\n\nStill... The black beast reminded him of his own beast. One that he was hunting down.\n\nEotum was now unsure if he should join the group since the beast was looking at him, fangs bared."
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"message": "\"Return...\"\n\nRekkan's words, low in mutter, commanded the black beast to fade. It was no longer needed at that time, thus it would go back to where it came from, a mysterious place in the eyes of his companions. Such was his secrecy that the man did not indulge others in explanations. There were more pressing matters.\n\n\"The whole village will collapse in the fire. Marsila, please go with Eotum to the villagers. Take the boy with you.\" He said. \"I'll join you in a few minutes.\"\n\nThe swordsman turned his attention to Twiss. \"Let's go get your friend.\" Both men moved to the northern range of the burning village and up the hill. They found Swass with a smile on his face, glad that somehow they managed to push Atovar back. Twiss helped Rekkan in setting Swass on his back, later making the three walk to join the villagers. It would surely take them a bit longer than Eotum and Marsila, who would have been with the people in the meantime."
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"message": "When she noticed the beast's disappearance after Rekkan spoke, she looked between the spot it had been standing in then back towards the wanderer with a confused glance. If only she was able to communicate, but for she would have to keep her questions for a later time. \n\nKnowing that if Marsila didn't leave soon and was caught between the fires, it would possibly end with her roasting alive which she wouldn't survive. She needed to leave quickly but when Rekkan also mentioned a boy, the shifter immediately forgot about her own danger and focused on her next task at hand.\n\nMaking her way towards the boy, she had thought he would react in some negative way towards a large panther nearing him but was proven wrong when he did the opposite. The young boy did looked nervous at first though it wasn't the large beast that scared him but due to what he had just gone through. \n\nMarsila lowered her body to the ground so he had a better chance at climbing on top of him, knowing it would be the fastest way to get him away from the burning village. His fingers laced with her fur as he pulled himself on top, painfully tugging at the fur as he did so yet the shifter refused to complain. \n\nRaising herself once she knew the boy was on her back, Marsila turned to face towards Eotum before racing off towards the rest of the villagers. She expected the Scholar to follow her unless he wanted to part ways after everything they had put him through."
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"message": "\"Well.\" Eotum said with an air of finality, approaching the two in a situation of diverging paths as he guided several more people to larger crowd in front. \"I think that's enough excitement for one day.\"\n\nThe fires were still going strong, their black smoke billowing haphazardly into the night sky as it spread their embers. Surely someone in the distance - whether it be a lonely traveler like he or citizen in another village - would see the bright orange flames light up the night sky and investigate it before going to a guard or some authority. It would be best to leave the scene quickly for all parties.\n\n\"Based on the direction you're going... You're taking them to Lake Fey, aren't you?\" Asked the scholar, noting the position of the moon at this hour."
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"message": "The group of villagers laid scattered around the eastern edge of the burning settlement. Many looked onward as their lives were burned to ash and cinder, thick black smoke carried upward to cover the star ridden sky in its gloomy cloak. Among the people were the elderly, the children and men and women crying or cursing their misfortune with little to no hope for the coming days. Their homes were gone, their lifetime commitment crushed by the destructive whims of a sadistic man and his small army of thugs and rogues. Some of the most influential figures gathered and formed a circle of debate. They needed to discuss their course of action, as painful as it was to let go of the ashen land they once called home.\n\nMarsila's shifted appearance almost brought some reason to alarm were she not carrying the young boy the people saw being swallowed by another monster. They rejoiced in seeing him, as he did, letting go of the fur and hopping off to run to his father and mother. An emotional reunion brought some peace of mind to the villagers, who sought comfort in their lives being spared from the cold steel of mad men and the vicious tendrils of the searing fires. But there were still issues to resolve, issues that didn't let the small council rest while others clawed at the fleeting happiness of being alright. Their belongings were not. Only a few supplies were scavenged and barely a full set of transport was salvaged. They had two wagons and another, the carriage that brought Rekkan and Marsila just days before the dark day.\n\nThe scholar was no man to interrupt without necessity, but he approached the council to confirm their plans. Among them were three figures of higher importance. Elder Thomas, an old friend of the lady that sheltered the strangers and a firm believer that the villagers turned refugees should head into North Feyshore and to Brindelle. The city was the capital of the realm and known for receiving many people from the consequences of war in the south. He had cold and pale blue eyes that held bottomless wisdom. Antonius, a middle aged veteran turned farmer, wanted to head westward through Astoria to petition the head of state against Atovar. He had to pay for his crimes. He was also adamant in punishing the wandering swordsman, for he was the cause of the evil that destroyed the village. Antonius was a man of honor, respect and a former soldier. He had a stern figure, disciplined, and his experience in battle was straightforward. A pragmatic man, he hid spiritual and mental scars behind bright brown eyes. Last, but not least, was a hunter turning into the last years of his life, a decade younger than Elder Thomas. His name was Ymir. He was a large man from the north, some say he was born in the Witherlands. Ymir was bigger and broader than Antonius, standing at six-two to the veteran's five-eleven. He argued that the group should head to Lake Fey, where they could gather supplies for either option laid bare by the other two men. Thomas disagreed with Antonius. The king would not hunt a mercenary captain, nor should Rekkan be punished without a fair trial.\n\nThe words that came from Eotum sparked stares and a change in the frowns of the council. Ymir smiled, whereas Antonius grimaced.\n\n\"Aren't you the mad scholar?\", the veteran stang like a viper, \"We do not need the opinions of a lunatic. You helped that man and should be accounted as responsible as he was.\"\n\nThomas interjected. His wrinkled face drew a deep frown of worry. \"Do not let your quest for justice cloud your judgment, Antonius. If you do not steel yourself, you will become vengeful and not just.\" Ymir nodded to the wise elders words. He stepped forward and pressed his idea onto the metaphorical table. \"Before anything, we need food and tools. The banks of Lake Fey are the home for hunters and old friends. They could spare some equipment and let us hunt for game and forage.\"\n\nAmong the villagers was Priscilla, the first to spot the three figures coming down from the small hill northwest of their position. Rekkan was carrying Swass and Twiss accompanied him like he was the warrior's right arm. Mixed reactions erupted from the people. Some glared at the trio, while mostly the children pulled away from their families to run up and gather around the tall swordsman and the two mercenaries. They cheered them on as heroes, saviors of the little village. But what village was there to save? Rekkan turned away. He felt shame and sorrow, for he knew what the glares meant.\n\n\"Come back here!\", shouted a parent, \"Stay away from that man!\"\n\nOther parents joined him, shunning Rekkan with their murderous glares. They hated the man, sure he was to blame for the loss of their lives as they knew them. Priscilla rushed between the trio and the pack of hungry wolves looking for someone to blame, for someone to flay. \"Wait! Rekkan didn't burn down the village!\", she said, \"He saved you from being killed, or worse!\"\n\nThe wanderer pierced through the crowd of kids and stood next to the young woman. He appreciated what she was trying to do. \"They're thinking I shouldn't have come here, Priscilla, and they are right.\" He said in a low and pained tone. \"It's true. It's my fault the mercenaries came and torched the village. My... Apologies are not enough to fix this. They lost their homes, just like you did.\"\n\n\"But you fought for them! You fought for me and Bran, damn it!\" A woman's tears swayed some of the faces in the angry mob. The council shifted its attention to the situation and moved there. Antonius led the group, he stomped the ground with his menacing walk. \"There he is!\" He shouted, pointing his right hands index finger. \"We should put you down like the dog you are!\"\n\nThomas shook his head. He was old and brittle and feared his body would give before he had the chance to intercept Antonius' curses. Ymir followed and stepped next to him, wrapping an arm around the old man and leading him onward. The elder thanked him and, with his help, cut Antonius off. \"That's enough, Antonius, I will not let your emotions take the better of you!\", he said and he coughed, \"Guilty as he may be for whatever reason he was being hunted for, this man did not turn his back on the village when it needed most! We may have lost our houses, but not our hearts - - or our minds! Let us be grateful most of us are here and well. Sadly, the same cannot be said about her.\"\n\nHer name faded with time, the lone woman whose family scattered after her husband's death. She was known as the old lady, a gentle being that was also portrayed as selfless and caring. She accepted Rekkan and Bran into her house and helped nurse them both to good health. Thomas' eyes watered. Tears held on to his lids, wiped by his knuckles and palms. \"She wasn't the only one. One of their own died too. We all suffered from this ordeal. But-\", the elder looked at Rekkan, his brows furrowed. \"You acknowledge those men came here for you. You carry the weight of our loss on your shoulders. With that in mind, how do you plan to make up for the destruction of our home?\"\n\nThe trial was underway, unofficial and unregistered. There was no need for ink and paper, word alone and a makeshift jury were enough. Rekkan was under the spotlight, the center of attention. All eyes were on him and many were judging, trying to get a grasp of the man. He sneered and let out a \"Tsk.\" He was still carrying Swass, hands under the injured man's thighs as the latter's arms draped around his shoulders and hands held each other in front of his neck. He peeked with his eyes from over the right shoulder of the swordsman with a puzzled look on his face. Boy, was he not in the best place at that time.\n\n\"I know nothing more beyond swinging my sword.\", the swordsman stated, holding his head high, \"Thus, that is what I will do. You have to go somewhere and I will protect you all the way through. I will fight for you, hunt for you and give my life for you if I must, until you reach your destination. You have my word and my vow. That is all I can do.\"\n\nThe villagers looked puzzled, glancing at each other and back at the man held in trial. Antonius himself did not expect the man to be so prompt in giving his life for them. There was truth in his words and the veteran could not ignore that. He tried to think of some objection, but he lacked the trail of thought for it. Those were heavy words. \"Tch! I will hold you to that!\" He growled. Elder Thomas sketched a very soft smile from that. Perhaps Antonius' little change of heart was enough to sway the others. There was a rumble in parallel conversations between the villagers. They still hated Rekkan, some of them. He had blood in his hands, for the old lady was loved and he was the apparent cause of her death. In the end, they reasoned a strong warrior could be useful. The roads were filled with highwaymen and slavers. Where there were caravans of impoverished people there were vultures eager to prey on the weak. They had some people capable of fighting, but one that was frightening to a whole group of mercenaries was a boon. \n\n\"We are in agreement that such a promise might be enough to sustain your freedom and your life.\", the elder claimed, \"Hence, eloquent warrior, may you keep your word and deliver us to our new home. You shall join us in our exodus. It will be hard, but I hope you earn our trust again.\"\n\nIt was a strange turn of events, but the children rejoiced in what they did not understand, with their limits being kept at the fact that the warrior would stay with them. They crowded around him, Twiss and Priscilla, gripping his clothes and those of his friends. The swordsman received a full minute or two of childish abuse until the parents ushered the kids back to their side. There was still the problem of packing up and leaving. The night had settled a couple of hours ago and journeying in the dark was dangerous for a caravan of around fifty people. They chose to delve deeper into the woods, away from the burning village, to set up a small camp.\n\nWhen he was able to breathe, Rekkan walked to Marsila, who was still in her black panther form. The villagers were a bit naive, but it wouldn't be long until one or other questioned her presence as an animal and wondered where the girl had gone off to. To explain that, Rekkan took the liberty of making up a tall tale of speaking with animals, calling upon them when he needed most. That also seemed to explain the monster, though there was skepticism in some faces. It would do. It should, at least for the time being.\n\nFast forward to the same night, an hour or two later.\n\nA few fires were scattered in a clearing in the woods. The group made out of Eotum, Marsila, Priscilla, Swass and Twiss surrounded one of them. The medicine woman, as some people took to calling Priscilla, mourned the death of Bran in silence. She found some comfort in what Rekkan shared with her, of seeing Bran's spirit off as his vessel was burned at the pyre. He was honest, saying that Bran was protective of her until the end, even though his soul was filled with rage. In the end, he did find serenity. The world of spirits was something she was still absorbing, but somehow she believed the wanderer. She had to.\n\n\"How are you, buddy?\" Twiss asked Swass. The injured mercenary received proper treatment from Priscilla and an ointment from Eotum that helped alleviate the pain and quicken his recovery. \"Total, dude. I'm total.\" Opia. The young man was feeling quite fine at that moment, laying next to the fire. He was warm and comfortable under a fur provided from the limited supplies of the villagers.\n\nThere wasn't a good moment for Marsila to change back. She would probably have to spend the night in her animal form, as asking for a set of clothes could make others suspicious. They were still in a region where humans shunned magic and magical creatures to an extent. If she revealed herself to be a shapeshifter, maybe the villagers wouldn't be so keen in having her around. Rekkan thought of creeping in the darker hours, when everyone was fast asleep, to steal something for her, or, like he explained to her, borrow some clothes. They could find an excuse for her disappearance later as well. However silent, the drifting swordsman sat next to the black panther. He crossed his legs. The young shifter was to his right and his right hand was on top of her, palm laying on the nape of her neck. His fingers were idle in the wake of their movement, scratching her black fur and flesh.\n\n\"Just a couple more hours, Marsila. Just a couple more...\" He muttered and comforted her. Somehow, he had the idea she did not like being in that form. Rekkan turned his head to the left and gazed at the middle aged scholar. \"Sorry for dragging you into this.\"\n\nHe showed unprecedented humility. It was the first time, in a long time or ever in his drifter life, that he felt the weight of his actions in others. A whole village was burned down due to a silly bounty cast by criminals and made a game of by some twisted figure he only knew the alias of. Rekkan felt that his path was smothering others and that hurt his pride as a man that valued freedom above all else. He was a burden, a chain that shackled others like Marsila to his spiral of death and destruction.\n\nThe night was a sleepless one, introspective and eerily calm. He - or the people around him - was lucky enough for the dark to not come and seek him out, like many other nights when he was in his lonesome. It was something to be grateful for, surely, but Rekkan was worried, perhaps even paranoid. He kept himself awake, waiting for a mild talk with Eotum before the scholar drifted to sleep, the dream world. Twiss and Swass, along with Priscilla, were already fast asleep.\n\nWhat of Eotum and Marsila?"
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"message": "She had expected the uneasiness her presence had brought to the large group when she dropped the boy from her back and it made her almost desperate to change back. When in her human form, no one took her a threat. \n\nMarsila decided it was best to spend some time alone, away from the Villagers to allow them some peace of mind whilst she gathered her thoughts. She knew her feline form was daunting to many, she didn't accept what she was herself so how was she to expect humans to? It proved a smart choice when the villagers began to harass Rekkan and Eotum, blaming them for the destruction of their homes. Her presence would have only made things worse. \n\nThe shifter kept herself invisible which didn't prove difficult due to her sleek panther form, her midnight coloured coat providing camouflage among the darkness as she scouted the surrounding forest. After the mercenaries and bounty hunters had retreated from the village, Marsila couldn't rid the rage filled glare the leader had sent their way from her mind. She knew this was far from over in his eyes, so Marsila was on edge. \n\nAfter spending her time observing the forest for any suspicious sounds or scents, the shifter felt somewhat at ease and made her way back towards the group of villagers, in time to witness them allowing Rekkan to lead their way to safety. If she had been in her human form, her brows would have been furrowed, greatly annoyed about them granting freedom like they were in the position to do so.\n\nAn annoyed growl scratch at her throat until Rekkan made his way towards her. \n\nAfter the group of villagers spread off to surround the few camp fires, Marsila had made herself comfortable with the group who glared towards her in the least negative way which happened to be the two unknown mercenaries and the two she trusted. She had been staring towards the flickering flames that gave her warmth from the cool air along with her fur coat when Rekkan had sat beside her, instantly relieving her from troubling thoughts when scratched lightly at her neck. Lifting her head up, she placed it his lap as it provided her comfort rather than the ground she had been laying on. It was obvious what he meant by a few hours, so she let out a small huff in response to show her annoyance before shifting her gaze towards the sleeping Mercenaries. \n\nMarsila didn't trust them at all, even if Rekkan did. They had been hunting the two of them down for the bounty on the Wanderer's head so it made her suspicious. It was rare for someone to change sides so easily that she assumed they only did so when they noticed they were on the losing side of that battle. Something she would need to talk to Rekkan about when she got her voice back. It was what kept Marsila awake, unable to sleep as she feared what could happen if she did so."
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"message": "When her sleep was disturbed, Marsila was forced from her sleep when she was met with two words. It never seemed that the shifter was able to sleep in through the morning, always on her feet as they had to keep themselves moving. \n\nShe couldn't remember a single moment of her dream from the night and was unsure whether or not to be thankful about it. This way she was able to get some rest before the long journey ahead of them, rather than waking up in a cold sweat and completely un-energised like most nightmares left her.\n\nMarsila's head felt like it weighed heavily as she lifted it from Rekkan's lap, forcing herself to become aware of her surroundings until she noticed one person was missing. Eotum. The scholar who had done nothing but help Rekkan and herself was no longer to be seen which confused her greatly. All the others on the other hand were still unconscious besides one man. If she was able to converse, she would have asked Rekkan what had become of the scholar, but unfortunately was forced to remain silent. \n\nHer limbs felt stiff as she rose onto her feet, never having slept in her wolf, making her unaware on how to properly lay her body for a good night's rest. She couldn't wait until she was able to change back into her human form.\n\nMoving from Rekkan, Marsila found herself some space which she didn't find difficult considering they were in the outdoors. Forcing her front legs out in front of her, the shifter lowered her chest towards the ground so she was able to stretch her muscles and hopefully rid the tightness from her body whilst she waited for everyone to wake up."
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"message": "After waking Marsila up, Rekkan rose from his seat and stretched himself, making his muscles extend and rid themselves of the stiffness that was the previous night's sleep. He followed by waking up the rest of the group, first Priscilla and then the merc duo: Twiss and Swass. He did not say anything about Eotum, not then. The mercenaries had the idea of gathering the left over equipment from the burnt village, picking up stray bolts and other weapons into sacks and barrels that survived the night's fires.\n\nThe villagers packed the belongings they managed to save and put everything on two wagons. Elder Thomas approached the group, a question in his mind.\n\n\"Your wagon survived the fire. Could we use it to transport the children and elders?\"\n\nRekkan had no quarrel with that request. \"That's fine. Please let our injured friend in the wagon as well.\"\n\nSwass was still recovering, so Twiss carried him to the wagon while Priscilla was trusted with Eotum's parting gift. The opia would be best left in the care of the one with the most knowledge in medicine, of course.\n\nMeanwhile, the wanderer searched for a corpse that had similar measurements as the shapeshifter. He stripped it of its armor and clothes, then gestured the wolf to follow him into the forest. The villagers were too busy with their own matters to really pay attention, so when Rekkan and Marsila disappeared in the woods for a few minutes, he gave her her cue to shift back.\n\n\"I won't look.\" The man said, placing the armor and clothes on a fallen tree trunk. \"I'll figure some story if they ask where you were.\""
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"message": "Noticing Rekkan walk away from the group whilst motioning for her to follow, Marsila simply followed in his steps. After the events that had unfolded earlier, the shifter preferred to not leave the wanderer's side. The last thing she needed was another silver arrow to be shot into her and cause her agonizing pain. \n\nReaching a safe distance from the group, Marsila didn't need the que to shift as she had already begun doing so. She was desperate to change back into her human form. In her eyes, shifting into her wolf form brought her an isolation she preferred to avoid. Not only that, but she felt more in control of her emotions and less animalistic when upset or angered, especially when she was able to wear her amulet. \n\nLuckily for Marsila, she had asked Priscilla to keep a hold of the necklace when she had left to venture into the forest before the village had been burnt down. She was scared to lose it again if she was to shift, which she had ended up doing so. Unfortunately if she was to wear the amulet as a wolf, it would have brought some suspicion, especially by the two mercenaries she didn't trust. \n\nThe shift had been painful and drawn out as a result of the injuries her body had sustained but eventually, Marsila's human form replaced the wolf as she crouched against the ground. \n\nHer skin crawled as she inhaled deeply with each breath, impatiently waiting for the pain to pass before she was able to properly stand. Her legs shook to support her weight when stood whilst opening her eyes to face Rekkan who had his back turned towards her. \"Thankyou.\"\n\nIt felt good to speak again, even if it was only one word and her voice cracked into multiple pitches. She made her way towards the clothing that had been laid out and quickly changed into them, thankful they were her size. \n\nOnce she was properly dressed and the gruesome wounds on her shoulder and thigh were covered, the shifter changed her focus back onto the wanderer and asked the main question that had been eating her away. \"Why are those bounty hunters with us?\"\n\nIt was a fair question to ask. She didn't trust them one bit as they were part of the group responsible for multiple death and the hunt of Rekkan and herself."
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"message": "Rekkan kept his back turned so that Marsila could shift and then dress herself up without the thought of the man watching over her like some voyeur. Maybe he was curious about it, though such images were more due to his natural biology rather than an active mind. Regardless, when she was fully clothed, he turned around to meet her gaze. She had an important question, one that was easily answered though.\n\n\"Twiss and Swass? They were part of the hunting parties sent after me in the beginning of the village take over.\" He explained. \"Fresh members of the band, they... Felt poorly for the town's people and then Swass got shot by his supposed comrades. They are kids after fast coin, but this event was a rude wake up call to the real world.\" Rekkan shrugged. \"I helped Swass and they feel like they're in my debt.\"\n\nGranted, the young men were doing their best to repay the villagers as if they were responsible for the fire themselves. Swass couldn't do much, but Twiss was running around and double checking everyone was alright and ready to go.\n\n\"I don't trust them, not entirely. But they will prove their worth in time. I have an eye on them.\""
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"message": "Marsila pressed her lips tightly together in doubt though remained silent, not wanting to question Rekkan's judgment. His explanation made quite some sense but the shifter couldn't bring herself to trust them, which would make her journey with the group quite restless. Perhaps if she retrieved the amulet from Priscilla, it would calm her enough to focus on their plan. \n\n\"Let's hope this doesn't backfire on us. I think we both have had enough action for a while.\" Marsila felt mentally and physically drained. This had been the first time she was forced to flee and hide, especially from mercenaries as she was the one who did the bounty hunting. Even though she only captured, she had never imagined herself to be on the receiving end of a hunt. \n\nThe shifter began her way back towards the group as her mind ran in loops, questioning their situation and dreading their possible future. She believed Rekkan would be watchful on the two men, but she couldn't shake the fear of them betraying the wanderer and herself. \n\n\"So what do we tell the group about my sudden appearance? Perhaps I had been following and had the chance to catch up when you all slept?\""
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"message": "Rekkan could feel the exhaustion in Marsila. She had bags under her eyes and a heavier walk to her in comparison to the day they met at the tavern in central Astoria. He walked alongside her, letting his right arm wrap around the back of her frame to pull her under his shoulder, as if he was supporting her with his own steps.\n\n\"Everything's alright.\" He mused, making his rugged fingers wander to the back of her head and give her mild scratches throughthe strands of hair. \"But I'd lie if we're rid of any action. I'm sorry.\" The man felt guilty for his wild behavior. It was his high profile and need for battle that brought them to the existence of running away. But the paper in his pocket, the draft ticket, that would eventually be the tool to turn the hunt around. Not yet.\n\n\"The bounty hunters know a shifter travels with me. As for the villagers, maybe the mercenaries from before dug up on whether you were around or not. I think they will ask more questions if we say anything. Just keep silent about it.\"\n\nIt wasn't a bad reasoning, especially when they arrived at the fully formed caravan. The wagon with people was the lead, the other two wagons had minor supplies inside them. Thomas glanced over at the duo that was missing and then gave the order to move.\n\nTwiss approached Rekkan and Marsila. He was carrying a sword sheathed in leather and a crossbow with silver bolts.\n\n\"Howdy. We didn't introduce ourselves.\" He said with a small smile, not sure how to address the girl properly. He felt bad for being part of the same guys that were hunting her and Rekkan. \"I, uhh... Know your secret. But don't worry! Swass and I will keep our mouths shut. I know your kind doesn't like silver, but I couldn't find normal bolts. Still, you need weapons!\" He was polite and slow in handing the loaded crossbow, making sure it was pointed away from anyone. Twiss also handed her the sword, a simple broadsword collected from a fallen merc."
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"message": "She knew it was foolish to expect any difference, but she couldn't help the slight hope. After the past few of days, the hunt for the two had grown. It wasn't until she saw such a large group taken down by their own much smaller group until they were forced to retreat, that Marsila saw they had a chance. \n\nHer thoughts were interrupted when she felt Rekkan wrap his arm around her and sunk into his side. She felt calm in his hold as they reached the group, taking in that his body was quite warm compared to her human form, though the moment was short lived when Twiss approached. \n\nMarsila's muscles tensed when he claimed to know what she was. She couldn't help the fear grow even though he had stated they would keep her secret. The very slip of the tongue and she would be forced to remain in hiding. There was no doubt that if she was to be captured, they would try to break her and sell her off into the black market.\n\nShe spoke no words as he handed her the weapons, still in shock from being found out which was evident by the wide eyed stare she gave him. It wasn't until she broke from her panicked trance and turned to face Rekkan whilst ignoring Twiss, that she finally spoke. \n\n\"I need to find Priscilla.\" Her voice held a slight shake in its tone as she handed the weapons over to Rekkan. She didn't feel comfortable near the silver arrowheads and was desperate to part with them after the experience the other hunters had put her through. It felt that the wounds knew she was in close contact with silver as they began to irritate. \n\n\"Uh, Thankyou.\" She replied to the Mercanary, knowing it was impolite to completely ignore him before she began to pace away from the two men to look for Priscilla."
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"message": "For all the words that the shifter did not speak, her body did it in turn. Rekkan could feel the stiffness of her muscles and Twiss twisted a grimace, it was reflected onto himself and his big mouth instead of the girl. The two men knew better than to say anything, or perhaps they didn't know better at all. The wanderer took the weapons in his hands and watched her go together with the former mercenary, who scratched the back of his dark brown hair and looked up at Rekkan, embarrassed or ashamed of himself.\n\n\"I did something wrong, didn't I?\"\n\n\"Mum's the word, Twiss.\" Rekkan put it simply. \"It will be as if it never happened, and you will never talk about her abilities. With her or anyone else. Understand?\" His voice was beyond clinging to guttural, it was stern and demanding. Twiss gulped for the first time after being under Atovar. This man wasn't a psychopath like the other revealed himself to be in the late teen's first mission, but he was scary nonetheless. His eyes harbored a dangerous fire, as if he was about to consume Twiss in the gleaming red that sparked from their centers.\n\n\"What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about.\" He said, nervously. Rekkan nodded once, slowly. They were in the same page. \"I'll go back to Swass.\"\n\n\"Take this. Store it.\" The swordsman handed the crossbow and the silver bolts to the young man and saw him off. He turned to the front of the wagon and walked there, where Ymir was."
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"message": "The further she distanced herself from Twiss, the more her body was allowed to relax along with her mind. Marsila didn't know how to feel about the two mercenaries knowing her identity, but there was nothing she could now do about it besides pray that he was speaking the truth. Even though she felt cruel thinking it, but she was glad Swass was injured. She only had one Mercenary to worry about turning on her. \n\nThe men, women and children mingled among themselves, occasionally looking towards Marsila, aware that she had some involvement in the destruction of their homes. The shifter simply ignored them as she was far too exhausted after all that had happened, it was simpler to pretend they didn't exist for the time being. She had enough on her plate to worry about. \n\nPriscilla was spotted not far from one of the caravans, checking on a younger males arm which had been badly burnt. He had been in his home when the mercenaries decided it would be fun to set the houses alight, he was lucky to only lose the skin on his arm compared to those who never got the opportunity to escape their houses. \n\nThe closer she walked to the medical woman, the more Marsila noticed the sullen look her features gave away and the red tinge of her eyes, making it evident she had been crying. \n\nThe moment she noticed the shifter, Priscilla began wrapping the man's wound with fresh cloth as the flesh had been cleaned of Ash and dirt. It didn't take long until she found herself walking towards Marsila, the soles of her feet dragging along the ground as she couldn't find the energy to take proper steps. She knew exactly how Priscilla felt.\n\n\"You should be resting. You have been through a lot and I am sure there are others who know how to treat the rest.\" Marsila began while raising her arms to her chest so she could cross them over each other. Priscilla simply shook her head with a tired smile that had been forced on her lips. \n\n\"I did enough resting when I slept.\" She lied. \"Besides, this keeps me distracted from..\" She stumbled over her words, unable to finish her reply without breaking down into a mess. \"It gives me something to focus on. I'm tired of crying and I know he would hate to see me like this.\"\n\nIt was quite obvious who she spoke of as Marsila dropped one of her arms to her side and raised the other, reassuringly gripping her shoulder. \n\n\"I'm sorry, I didn't realise.\" \n\nPriscilla reached up to hold onto Marsila's hand, thankful for what she had Rekkan had done for her. She didn't blame them for Bran's death. She knew they were evil men who were after them and have helped her late husband and herself without her having to ask. \n\nReleasing her hold on Marsila, she reached down into one of the pockets before pulling out the amulet she had been trusted with. \n\n\"I think this belong to you.\""
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"message": "The wanderer saw Marsila fall back through the caravan and to the rear where he was located, observing how her walk pronounced a calmer being, cooler. He smirked as she apologized and was quick to shake his head about the incident.\n\n\"Nevermind that.\"\n\nHe did not have the weapons any longer, having given them to Twiss to store them for later use. However, he wanted the girl to have some kind of weapon to defend herself in case she needed it. The wanderer didn't think twice about giving her the dagger on his thigh, eight inches of blade that were forged with the utmost affection in the northern rangesof Marin at some point. He handed it to her.\n\n\"I don't, but I want you to keep this.\" Rekkan said. \"Just go up to the wagons if you need anything else. Are you feeling alright?\" He knew the answer, or guessed it, now that she had the amulet."
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"message": "She took the blade from Rekkan before sliding it from the scabbard so she would be able to study the edges. Her fingers wrapped themselves against the handle, observing it silently so she could see the sharpness of the dagger's double edges while the other hand held the sheath. \n\nSatisfied that it would do her well enough on its own, she ignored his comment about going to the other wagons if needed. Instead, she focused on his question which resulted in her scrunching her nose for her earlier discomposed behavior. \n\n\"I'm a lot better now. Though I have noticed the more I wear this, the stronger my emotions become without it.\" She wasn't sure how to feel about this, though she had no one but herself to blame for ignoring her parent's warnings. \n\n\"Priscilla on the other hand.\" A saddened sigh left her lips as she kept her gaze ahead, wondering where the two would be at this current time if they hadn't been placed in this predicament. \"She is working herself to the point of exhaustion due to her husband's death. Something she isn't handling well at all and I can't help but feel that we are responsible for his untimely departure.\""
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"message": "The wanderer furrowed his brows as they marched behind the caravan. If what the girl said was true, then the amulet would do her more harm than good in the long run. She was the only one that could decide on wearing it or not, but if she did and then turned back to a shifted form, her emotions could take the better of her. Would a time come where Marsila did not distinguish friend from foe? He had to share his thoughts.\n\n\"Why do you wear it all the time? It will control you one day, if it doesn't already.\" He stated. \"You are strong without it, Marsila. As good as a memento from your parents, it's also a double edged sword.\"\n\nThey exited the outskirts of the village by that time. Some villagers looked back a final time before focusing in the future.\n\n\"I don't want to lose you.\" Rekkan was blunt, though if he had any shred of emotion, it was hidden behind his stoic expression. Marsila had his words to latch onto as a sign of his caring. He believed that the worst case scenario wouldnt happen, but it was still a thought in his head.\n\nThe wanderer listened intently to the girl as she spoke of Priscilla and nodded. \"Let her tire herself out.\" He said. \"We are responsible—no, I am. But that is besides the point. We could play a lot with what if, but that wouldn't change a thing.\" Rekkan continued. \"Others will be affected by us, and they will affect us. Such is life. I can't cry over every death I cause, willing or not. I saw him off to a better place. That is all I can do. Now, think in the now and here, to the future.\""
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"message": "She knew Rekkan had a valid point regarding the use of her amulet, but she relied on it too much. Since she was given the amulet, she barely took it from her neck in fear of losing control around her parents. It was the start of her fear towards lashing out against others mid shift. \n\n\"Because I'm scared of hurting omeone if I don't. If it gets to the point I am unable to control myself without it, then I will not take it off until I find a mage or someone with magic that can help with my emotions another way.\" She explained. \n\nWearing the amulet was addictive in some sense. It suppressed any negative emotions that may trigger a shift and she never felt strong enough to go without like he suggested. Though when he mentioned that he would miss her, Marsila's steps began to falter. He spoke of it in a way that showed he cared for her but it also made her stomach drop from the words he chose. \n\nShe remained silent as he continued to speak, noticing that he was taking most of the blame. She had the option to argue but decided against it. The last time it had ended where they were both competing about who was most to blame. \n\n\"What do you suggest I do? You saw what I am like without it..\" As she said this, the image of her murdering one of the men from earlier, who had been a part of the hunting party playing in her mind. Even though she knew Rekkan had no issue with taking a person's life if they were trying to harm him, she didn't want to mention it. \n\n\"I'm just angry, and emotional and like the other shifters. I don't want to be like them.\""
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"message": "He couldn't say he understood the girl. Marsila was a shapeshifter, Rekkan was a warrior and a shaman. They were different, as one was a magical being and the other was a human that used magic. That was his belief. The wanderer made sense of her words, however, because even though they were different, they were also similar in other ways. His emotions were like a wildfire as well, and that was why he kept others away for so long. In fact, Marsila was the first person in around twenty years, more or less, to touch his core. If something happened to her, what could be possibly feel?\n\nRekkan also believed that Marsila was nothing like any other shifter in the account that many let their wild sides take over or were seen as traitors. Marsila was good hearted, her fear was of losing the sentience that provided her the compass that defined right from wrong. She would never lose that notion as long as she thought she needed to keep herself in check. Any other being lost their way by believing they were too good to turn bad.\n\n\"Negative emotions are part of who you are.\" Rekkan stated. \"You are just sedating yourself to what you are with that amulet and letting your instinct take over. Your emotions will one day control you.\" It was a fair assumption, but the wanderer felt her heart was in his hands. So he tried to push her onward. \"Marsila, you are beautiful as either human or wolf.\" He said, though it didn't take long for him to understand what exactly she was going for with her statement. It was not looks, but the intent to kill. He nodded. \"Aah, but wasn't it to kill or be killed in that instance? I cherish your regard for life, Marsila. Even when others want you dead, you restrain yourself. Weren't you in full control back at the village?\" She was. She tackled and clawed men, but she didn't kill them.\n\n\"You're nothing like the other shifters. You acknowledge your wild nature and you struggle against it. Just like humans struggle against their own dark hearts.\" He implied the taint in his own blood, though he was oblivious to what it entailed beyond the humanity he lost over twenty years ago, maybe more.\n\n\"A good way to find balance is meditation. Next stop, we will remove the necklace and I will instruct you. If you want. The change comes from you.\""
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"message": "He had a point. She had only taken the life of one bounty hunter rather than the group entirely, something she hadn't noticed until it was pointed out. It gave her a sense of relief to know she had some control over her actions. \n\nUnfortunately, Marsila couldn't rid the mercenary's horrified expression after she punctured his eye with one of their own arrows. It was something that came out of reflex when she feared he would find her out and inform the rest of his group. However, the wanderer was right. It was either kill or be killed, whether she liked it or not. \n\nWhen Rekkan spoke highly of her, complimenting whilst doing so, Marsila felt a warm sensation flood her chest. She had never had someone comment so positively towards the person she was, besides her parents who she no longer spoke to. It was a shame that, unlike Rekkan, the shifter was unable to admit her feelings, only act upon them. \n\nTurning her gaze from ahead so she was able to look at the wanderer, a fine brow raised over the word meditation. She had tried that once and failed miserably, constantly fidgeting when she was unable to clear her mind. Unless she had the amulet that is.\n\n\"Of course I want your help.\" She began, unable to trust herself with learning control alone. \"I don't think I am capable of doing so otherwise.\" She stated honestly before pursing her lips together. \n\n\"Do you ever struggle with restraining yourself? I've seen what you're capable of. From my experience; the greater the power, the harder it is to manage and not lose yourself.\" It was a fair question, as she had never seen him done so."
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"message": "She underestimated herself, but Rekkan didn't expect any less from a girl that was still young and full of questions about what lay ahead of her. She was traveled, surely having seen much more than many others her age that stayed in their villages or cities to live a life deemed normal by the standards of western society. Some plowed fields and others worked the docks. Some were born into a cradle of gold, others onto the mud or, worse yet, a pile of horse dung, to not say shit outright. It's the same thing. In the end, as mature and noble with her ideals as she was, Marsila was still naive. Maybe Rekkan also was so to an extent. \n\nMarsila's question rang true in his chest, but his mind started to dig at memories that he couldn't place without effort. After drawing a smirk that was to be followed by a solemn, his brain started to collapse on images blurred by a darkness that overwhelmed his thoughts. Fragments began to crumble from the piece of a mirror in his core he tried to look at, then a numb feeling struck his knees. A buzzing sound grew until the wanderer could not bear it and he collapsed on one knee. His hands were barely able to reach down to prevent his head from falling onto the dirt. Visions of mad fangs gnawed at the complexity of his neural system and blood oozed from his left nostril. Then the history of his earlier years leaped in a fast backward that saw his black frame coming out of the ruined home of his master.\n\n\"There is no other way.\" A voice boomed in his head before he took a grip of the scene he had forgotten, a memory overlapped by countless others. He lost track of time, but it was still an experience, the night in which his fate was changed. \"I am sorry.\"\n\nSlender fingers grasped the shoulders of the boy, aged twelve or thirteen at that point. With an effort and a muttered chant came the pull that made his chest heave as strings were dragged out to vision and the same fingers that revealed them snapped like scissors as they cut strand after strand of what the woman believed to be the threads that guided a being through its own path of destiny. The fire made flames dance and swirl in everlasting motions to the left of the boy and cast a shroud of doubt in his eyes. The once vivid browns shriveled to the dark side of the color and, as the shamanka kept chanting low, he discovered his place was twisted, or maybe he just felt he didn't fit in. It was almost instant. How odd to feel at home and then... Not at all. \n\nThe woman was the tribe's spiritual leader. She was also the chief's wife. It was typical for the Batsaikhan to divide the roles of men and women in power like so. The shamanka in question descended from a line of spiritually sensitive humans, all the way up to the founders of the tribe.\n\nThat night, fateful as it was to the newly fateless boy, was his last among his peers. The strangest compulsion drove him away and as he faded into the night sky with the same eyes of the future, he pulled himself back up into present reality.\n\n\"Ack... Urk...!\" He vomited a wad of saliva as the caravan kept moving, leaving him and Marsila alone for the briefest of times. Rekkan looked up, both knees on the ground and his back straight. He felt light headed, then felt his brain turn again with the flashing image of twisted, red flesh and protruding fangs in a dark corner. His nightmare again, but it felt more real.\n\nUnbeknownst to the wanderer, his third eye was open and almost taking a physical form. It was ridiculous how it came to be that when he looked at Marsila, he saw a light that soothed him and made his third eye blind and draw shut. He was relieved then.\n\nBut the sensation that he was out of place, the same one he felt when he was a little boy so many years ago, returned. How many did he think had passed? Twenty? How old was he? It made no sense that the memories from Amoroth were from the same time as those of his tribe. Whatever was happening to him left him utterly confused."
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"message": "Marsila had been waiting for Rekkan's answer, hoping he would provide her with his own insight on inner demons. As if her question had struck some nerve, the shifter watched as he suddenly collapsed onto one knee and lowered herself beside him. If it hadn't been for the amulet drawing in most of her panic, Marsila would have been rendered frozen in her place. \n\nShe had no idea what had triggered it, unbeknownst to her that it had been the question she asked. \n\nThe shifter noticed a couple of the refugees looking towards them in confusion, though one didn't have any care for what was happening with the Warrior. He simply continued walking whilst the other began their way towards the two. \n\n\"We will catch up.\" Marsila simply stated towards him which he began to argue with. He had been one of the men who thought of Rekkan as a hero rather than someone who destroyed their village, causing him to hesitate when she claimed his assistance wasn't needed. \n\n\"I'm being serious. We will be fine.\" \n\nEven though he had been doubtful, he reluctantly turned on his heels and continued to walk with the group and caravans. \n\nSatisfied, Marsila went back to focus on Rekkan, her hand placed gently on his back in hopes to soothe whatever he was going through. She was clueless as to what he was going through and was forced to stand when he straightened his body back whilst kneeling on both knees.\n\n\"Rekkan?\" She questioned as he stared towards her, hoping what ever had happened was now over. The shifter noticed how his eyes didn't seem to be in focus as they stared blankly towards her, still lost in his own mind. Fortunately for Marsila, his body began to visibly relax after moments of feeling hopeless to the current situation. \n\n\"Rekkan.\" She repeated, kneeling herself down in front of the wanderer so she was able to study his features, looking for any signs that she should be worried about. He no longer held the blank stare from before, instead he showed her something she had never seen in him before. A sense of emotion and confusion. \n\nIt had surprised her.\n\n\"What happened? Are you alright?\""
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"message": "His head was still light as feather, wobbling over his neck before he brought a hand up to hold it. The wanderer struggled, but he managed to get to his feet with his left hand supporting itself on the shapeshifter's shoulders.\n\n\"My... Mother...\" He muttered, his eyes squinted as he stared at the ground. His right hand's palm burned and he looked at it, then a little more stable than just moments ago. The burn faded into a tingling sensation across the three lines that crossed the spiral on his skin. It was tradition for the Batsaikhan tribe to tattoo the flesh with one of the archaic symbols they associated with their founders or the spirits they sought guidance from. The spiral related to the cycles of life and death, the beginning and the end. The three lines, they were formed in that night, which cut the line and made his destiny uncertain. \"She did something to me...\"\n\nRekkan shook his head slightly and gazed at her. \"I'm—I'm fine. We should go. The lake isn't far now.\""
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"message": "Marsila was unsure on how to react when he spoke of his mother. He had not once mentioned any family members during their time together and it only now hit her that she barely knew a thing about him. Her brows furrowed out of annoyance as he seemed quick to dismiss his earlier statement. \n\n\"You are obviously not fine. I ask you one question and you collapse.\"\n\nPressing her lips together, Marsila reached her hand out before wrapping her fingers around his wrist and pulled towards her the marked hand. As she faced his palm towards her, her eyes studied the simple patterns, wondering how they were related to his mother. \n\n\"Rekkan..\" She began as she dropped his hand, exhaling deeply as she did so. \"I think we have been together long enough to learn about one another. The villagers can wait. Catching up to them is the last of our worries.\""
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"message": "Rekkan felt the girl's touch on his wrist and gazed at her as she gazed at his tattoo. He remembered little about the meaning behind his tribe's use of archaic symbols, he couldn't put a finger on the lines that crossed the spiral that made reference to the cycles. Thinking more about it had him only seeing darkness and feeling hunger, though the type of hunger was not so much for his stomach but for his core, the swirling fire inside his chest. Looking at Marsila, he was reminded of her magical sinews and how his nose was picking up a scent far stronger than before. It was like he could trace the veins of magic in her body. The wanderer did not known if he felt nauseated and from the corner of his lips drew a string of saliva as if he was drooling. His tongue pushed between his sealed lips to lick the upper flesh, then he shook his head violently.\n\nDid he just think about eating the shapeshifter?\n\nConflicting thoughts gave birth to a great sense of doubt that Rekkan tried to hide. He had been struggling for so long on his own that he grew detached from the past. The more the wanderer rummaged through his memories, the more kindred his mind was. There were diverging accounts of feelings from before a blank spot and he could only get to the clear fragments after that dark, muddled slate in his brain.\n\n\"I can't remember, Marsila. I...\"\n\nA second flashback threw him in the cold and dark place of a massive room full of cargo. It rocked back and forth and side to side. It was a ship and the boy, no more than fifteen, was hiding. The memories moved quickly to when he met a man. An elf. He was in another continent, far to the east. There, the boy was ostracized, nearly put to death when caught. But he was welcomed by a lone being in his home and taught the way of their world. The first language he learned how to read and write was elven. The first sword he picked up had a curved blade. Then came the fires. The people that screamed and sought to put the outsider on a stake. His mentor died that night, when his home burned down at the hands of the mob.\n\nFast forward to the boy turned a man, young and brash, eager to see the world's deepest and darkest corners. Then nothing. Just black and a red glare.\n\nA headache.\n\n\"Nngh..\" He grunted, placing his left hand on his head. \"I'm Rekkan, I'm a traveler.\" The swordsman told the shapeshifter, though he was talking more to himself, to remember himself. \"I was born in the north of Taemar, to the Batsaikhan. My mother, she was the tribe's shamanka. She guided our fallen. We were... We were the strongest, yes.\" And then, a deep sense of wanderlust. He strayed from his tribe's life. \"But I didn't fit in. I did, but then didn't.\" He recalled the evening his mother did something to him. \"One night, I just wanted to leave. I just wanted to find myself.\"\n\nBut at the same time, those memories were overlapped by the notion that he has been far, far away. Far from Marin and even the world, perhaps. He closed his eyes and, when he opened them, Rekkan remembered being asleep for a long time, slowly coming to be and moving on feeling and sound, latching onto and drawing energy from other beings. Seeing through their eyes.\n\n\"This makes no sense. These memories, are they mine?\" He questioned himself out loud. He placed his hands on Marsila's shoulders and stared at her. He tried to break that crazed pattern of thought and did so by pulling her in. He kissed her lips, possessed, bearing a tight hug around her. The shifter could feel the intensity of his actions and how volatile they were, overwhelming logic.\n\nHe feared he'd try something far worse if he didn't do it, that something was taking control as memories flooded."
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"message": "In Marsila's eyes, she saw both Rekkan and herself as lost souls. She was forced to witness the wanderer talk himself like a mad man, trying to make sense of himself, like he had little clue to what he was, or who he was. It almost hurt her having to watch him suffer with his own mind, knowing she had no way of helping him through it. \n\n\"Rekkan.\" She began, wanting to find a solution to help the wanderer. Marsila wasn't able to continue when Rekkan suddenly pulled her in closer towards him, pressing his lips against her own. \n\nThe shifter froze, unable to comprehend what was happening. Her train of thoughts were quick to fade as she began to feel uneased by his actions. Not that she didn't enjoy that he was kissing her, it was the timing and reason for it. His lips moved against hers harshly, almost forced in hopes to distract himself. \n\nShe brought her hands up, struggling as she was pressed tightly against him. Eventually her hands found their way towards his chest and attempted to put some space between the two by giving him a forceful push. \n\n\"You need to get a hold of yourself Rekkan. You're not thinking rationally\" Was he not moments ago telling her that she needed to find a way to control?"
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"message": "He felt the hands of the shapeshifter on his chest and the sudden push that made his body rock backward. His right foot caught up with the force of the knock and stomped the ground, balancing himself not to trip.\n\nWhen she told him he needed to get a hold of himself, the wanderer grit his teeth shortly and nodded. The caravan was already far enough to nearly disappear in the distance. They wasted too much time already.\n\n\"You're right. Let's go!\" He said sharply, almost growling the words as he walked with an imposing pace past her. Rekkan did not wait, self absorbed in how foolish he looked.\n\nWhen he arrived at the rear of the caravan, there were mixed stares. But in the distance, there was some respite. The great lake Fey extended itself beyond the eye could see and in its shores were the wooden houses that made up the hunting lodges and fishing huts."
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"message": "When he walked past her, she eyed his back as he got further away. She was confused by his actions and hoped she hadn't made him upset by thinking she had rejected him. She never could tell what that man was thinking, his features were almost similar to a statue. \n\nA saddened sigh left her lips before she began walking towards the caravan's with a fastened pace until she was once again by Rekkan's side, though now silent. She feared to say something that may trigger whatever had happened before. Instead, Marsila kept her gaze ahead, ignoring any of the looks she received. \n\nOnce they had arrived at the lake, Marsila was surprised they had managed their way without any disruptance. She had expected some bounty hunters to intrude on their journey. Perhaps they were spending this time to reform their groups and strategies. If luck was on their side, then maybe Twiss and Swass would know more information on this, they would have had to have spent some time with the other mercenaries."
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"message": "Ymir and his hunters were the first to arrive at Lake Fey. He was in the middle of catching up with old friends as the rest of the caravan parked the wagons on the edges of the hunting lodge. The hunters and fishermen present welcomed the refugees better than Antonius expected. They met with elder Thomas and helped bring the old and the wounded to one of the buildings to rest. Some supplies were offered, others were bartered between the hunters and the refugees. The people of lake Fey couldn't just give all their things away.\n\nWith half a day to spare, the group decided to settle for the day.\n\nTwiss went to meet up with Rekkan and Marsila, but he was confused as to how the tall man broke from the girl and himself without words and moved to the edge of the lake, the edge of the settlement. He didn't want to be with anyone, not while his mind was telling him to do bad things.\n\n\"What's up with him?\" Twiss asked Marsila."
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"message": "She had been too focused on watching Rekkan leave without a word to notice Twiss's presence until he spoke. Now with the amulet laying comfortably against her chest, she her body didn't feel with dread and anxiety with him near. This was an excellent example in the shifter's eyes as to why she needed the necklace. \n\n\"Honestly? I have absolutely no idea. I think something happened to him when he was younger and he is struggling to understand who or what he is.\" She replied, basing this off the way he had acted earlier around her and the comment he had said. \n\n\"This is only what I assume. I'm worried about him.\"\n\nShaking her head softly as she tore her gaze from the wanderer to Twiss. \"How is your brother?\""
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"message": "Twiss was sincerely relieved that Marsila did not speak with him in the same manner she reacted the first time around. Although he had made a bad decision, Rekkan gave him a chance that made him consider all the things his father tried to teach him when he was younger. The nineteen year old scratched the top of his head, unsure as to what to say to that. It was good that the shapeshifter continued on with asking how his friend he was.\n\n\"He's not my brother, but I understand the error. Similar names and all. Our dads are best friends and, what do you know? We're best friends too. It's kinda like an old family tradition as far as I know, because our families were always very close. Funny, right?\"\n\n\"He's recovering fast. That medicine the old man left us works wonders!\"He said quite enthusiastically at that. Swass was his childhood friend. They've been through thick and thin through every decision. It was Swass that took the first step to joining the crooked mercenary band thinking of the sellswordslife as one of knights and great men. Or an easier way to get there. Needless to say they were a bit simple minded. \"We convinced Priscilla to rest up too. She's very kind!\""
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"message": "He was not what she expected to say the least. Marsila had imagined something completely different out of the men who had been hunting her and Rekkan down, but Twiss had proven her otherwise. \n\nThe way he spoke of his friend brought a small smile to her face despite what she was feeling. She almost envied the way he spoke of Swass, wishing she had that type of bond with another being as his face brightened at the mention of him. Even though Rekkan and her grew closer every passing day, they still had some troubles reflecting their feelings upon one another, especially with many criminals attempting to claim the bounty. \n\n\"Priscilla is amazing.\" She felt terrible over Bran's death and how it slowly began to eat away at the medicine woman by pushing her through unhealthy methods. However when Twiss mentioned that he had convinced her to rest, Marsila was visibly relieved. \n\n\"Thank you for getting her to rest.\" She said simply. \"So how is it that you found your way into that group? You and your friend don't seem like cold-blooded killers.\""
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"message": "From Twiss's reaction, Marsila didn't doubt that he regretted the decision he and his brother took. Even though it had been an idiotic one, she couldn't blame them for being deceived the way they had been. \n\n\"You cannot hold yourself responsible for not knowing the truth. Your friend and yourself were very smart for abandoning the bounty, though I do hope the two of you know that you've possibly made yourself an enemy like Rekkan and myself had.\" It wouldn't have been the first time they went after their companions. Bran was a prime example even though it brought Priscilla more harm than anyone.\n\nA small sigh left her lips as her gaze shifted towards the wanderer as he sat far from them. She wanted to help him but was clueless as to how she could do so. The way he had been acting since they had left town made her anxious, they already had too many issues to worry about. \n\n\"Do your brother and yourself plan on staying with the group once we have reached our destination? Or would you be joining Rekkan and I?\" She questioned Twiss whilst keeping her gaze on the warrior. \"How long do you think it would take for Swass to heal by the way?\""
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"message": "Twiss had an idea of what turning on Atovar meant. He was ready to face the consequences of his actions, but was primarily concerned in making it up for Rekkan and, perhaps, learn from him. In a way, Twiss and Swass were fascinated with the wandering warrior and how he fought against Atovar's men.\n\n\"Yeah. That's alright. We already tried the easy way and found out it was made up of shit. So now we'll go the hard way.\"\n\nThe young man couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Marsila was still addressing the two as brothers, but that didn't bother him. He stopped correcting her altogether because there was really no need to. They were blood brothers.\n\n\"We're following you guys, if you don't mind. We owe you and Rekkan. We want to learn from you two and become warriors ourselves!\" He frowned in thought and rubbed his chin lazily. \"As for Swass, if he rests up through today, I think tomorrow he'll be standing on his own two feet. Priscilla gave him another dose of opia, which should help achieve that.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"We will get to Brindelle together and help these people. I guess you don't need the title of a knight to act like one, eh?\""
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"message": "\"No, you don't\" She replied simply. After hearing his story on how him and Swass came to be, Marsila no longer felt threatened by the boys. She was also in a way, glad they chose to continue their journey with her and Rekkan, as long as Swass didn't slow them down. \n\nRolling her shoulders back, She noticed the muscles in her shoulder continued to ache where her skin had been scarred from the silver arrow. Her leg was no better which worried her as she had never had a serious injury involving silver before, so was unsure on what to expect. \n\n\"So how did you come to the conclusion that I was a shifter? I mean, I'm not surprised someone finally caught on, but I am curious to what gave it away.\" She questioned him, hoping to take her mind off the running thoughts in her head. \n\nNot once had she taken her eyes off Rekkan, the kiss from earlier replaying in her mind. She was confused on what to think of it, knowing it had been simply a way of distracting himself but was unsure if he meant anything further by it."
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"message": "The young man was glad that Marsila agreed with him. Her approval meant, once again, that she was no longer seeing him or his best friend as threats. That was all that he asked, really, a chance to be seen as nothing more than what he was, a young man trying to right his wrongs and he of use to the people that helped him.\n\n\"I mean... You were always around Rekkan as a wolf, then you continue being around him.. That says something, doesn't it? I don't think the others thought much about it, but I don't know. Still, don't worry. I will protect you, as that is what any noble knight does for any damsel of the kingdom!\" He snickered and then made a bow, half jokingly because he did mean he would watch her back.\n\n\"Why don't you come see Swass and Priscilla? I bet they would like to see you.\""
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"message": "She slowly shook her head in understanding when he explained how he came to his conclusion, as a small smile began to tug at the corner of her lips. He was amusing to say the least. \n\nFinally shifting her full attention towards Twiss as he mentioned the others, Marsila thought it may be worth taking any possible distraction handed to her. \n\nReaching her hand towards the amulet laying against her chest, her fingers wrapped around the jewel before releasing a deep breath. She was thankful for her parents for the amulet and still couldn't bring herself to believe it would do more harm than good. It currently suppressed enough of the emotions that had been running wildly through her, to allow her to think properly and not lash out. \n\n\"That sounds like a good idea. I may need Priscilla to check out my shoulder and leg because they kill.\" Even though she was a shifter, she had very little tolerance against pain, let alone by silver inflicted wounds."
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"message": "Twiss was happy that Marsila wanted to check up on the others with him. He had the thought that Rekkan was on her mind, because they were pretty close in comparison with the others. Hopefully the big man stopped acting like a lone wolf or a kid and returned to the midst of the group. That would ease everyone's mind.\n\nThey walked to one of the wooden houses and stepped inside. The place was full of elders and wounded people that were patched up. Priscilla woke up moments ago and was entertaining the children with some basic knowledge of medicine, like how to help someone that choked on accident. Swass was sitting on the bed and looking at the kids pay attention to the woman. Contrast to Twiss, he had dark brown hair and eyes, and his hair was a bit longer, but their facial features resembled each other. He smiled at the shapeshifter and his friend and waved them in. \"Come here, guys! I was wondering where you were. I still haven't introduced myself to you, have I?\" He said, with the question being directed at Marsila.\n\nTwiss joined him at the side of the bed and laid his hand on the other's shoulder. \"You have a better face than yesterday, that's for sure. But it it's still ugly as fuck!\""
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"message": "She eyed over Swass's features, noticing the difference between the two whilst also scanning his injuries. She was glad he was healing smoothly, she knew humans had a slower healing rate which pained her to think about. \n\n\"No, I don't think we had the time to introduce ourselves with you being wounded and all. How are you holding up?\" She wasn't sure what else to say or ask him. She assumed he also knew what she was. If he hadn't guessed it by now, she was certain Twiss had mentioned it to him. \n\nWhen Priscilla noticed Marsila had entered, she excused the children before making her way towards the three. To the shifter, it seemed she had found ways to distract herself from her husband's death. \n\n\"Where is Rekkan?\" She asked, attempting to mask the emotions she felt towards him as it was Marsila she was asking. \n\nThe shifter simply raised her brow towards this before nudging her head towards the door that lead outside. \"He's just having some time to himself. Best to give him some space.\""
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"message": "Swass gave Marsila a toothy grin and brought both his thumbs up. He had already walked a bit with some stress. He was lucky that the damage done wasn't severe. Sure, he was struck by two bolts that endangered his life, but no vital organs were hit and his body was returning to full function due to the opia extracts and the excellent medicine woman that Priscilla was.\n\n\"I'll be alright and able to pick up a sword by tomorrow. All this laying around has gotten me frustrated. I want to defend the caravan too!\"\n\nTwiss smacked him behind the head. \"You told me you'd try to walk tomorrow, not try to be showy with a blade!\" He said.\n\n\"Oi, oi! There are women in here! Don't ruin my image!\"\n\n\"What image?\"\n\n\"I got shot for the good of these people!\"\n\n\"No, you weren't! You got shit because we were dumb enough to join with the people that later shot you!\"\n\n\"They don't need to know that, Twiss!\""
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"message": "The shifter watched as the two boys mockingly fought with eachother before focusing her attention towards Priscilla. \n\n\"Are you able to check my shoulder and thigh for me? I just want to be sure it's healing properly.\" \n\nThe medicine woman furrowed both brows together before leaning her body towards the shifter so she could whisper without anyone eavesdropping. \"I thought Shifters were able to heal extraordinarily fa..\"\n\n\"I was shot by silver arrows.\" Marsila quickly interjected before lowering the top of her shirt to reveal her skin to be similar to burnt flesh with thin darkened veins that could be mistaken as black, spreading from the wound. However, they were small in comparison to their size from earlier. \"Two more in my thigh.\"\n\nPriscilla was unable to hide her surprise before leaning closer to get a better look as she brought her fingers to gently press around the wound. Every time she did so, Marsila clenched the muscles in her jaw. \n\n\"You need to cut away the infected flesh before it is able to properly heal without it being so painful.\" She began which Marsila's eyes widened to.\n\n\"Is that really necessary?\" She asked even though she felt she already knew the answer, so rather than allowing Priscilla to answer, she continued soon after she stopped. \"Let's just get this over with.\"\n\nIt was something she hoped to avoid but knew that ridding the dead flesh would improve her healing abilities. She couldn't complain when the rest of the wounded inside this house were not fortunate enough to be gifted with extraordinary healing abilities. \n\nSitting herself down onto one of the chairs, Marsila found herself gripping tightly onto the wooden sides. Priscilla had a blade handed to her, not worried about having it cleaned as she knew it was impossible for shifters to grow infections through bacteria. She was more worried about the next person to have the blade used on, considering her blood had tainted the metal in a way similar to poison.\n\n\"I will try to be as quick as I can.\" There was honesty in her words which gave Marsila a sense of relief. Turning towards Twiss and another male, not wanting to ask Swass due to his injuries, she asked them to hold down Marsila if she was to move. The last thing Priscilla needed was to have Marsila throw herself around and cause further damage. \n\n\"I need you two to hold onto her arms so I don't mess up if she moves.\"\n\nThey seemed hesitant but found themselves by the shifter's side nonetheless. Without wasting another second, Priscilla used the sharp tool to tear the material on her thigh and shoulder apart before she began to slice away at the damaged skin and muscle. It was quite difficult when Marsila was crying out in pain, her muscles tensing as she clenched her fingers tightly around the wooden material that made up the chair she sat on. The deeper she dug, the louder her scream became.\n\nIt was a shame she was unable to take any medication as they wouldn't work for her, leaving her to the feeling of having the blade slice away into her flesh. It felt like hours until by some miracle, Priscilla was able to get rid of as much dead flesh possible before taking the blade away from her skin.\n\nDrained, Marsila leaned her body against Twiss for support as she couldn't manage to hold herself up on her own before mumbling. \n\n\"Remind me not to get shot again.\""
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"message": "Ymir was a famous figure in the settlement of hunters and fishermen. He was known for training many of the veterans and leaving a legacy behind revolving around his teachings and life lessons. He was a wise old man, fresh in the age of sixty, but brimming with life and energy. The man saw many things, having been born in the north of Marin, in the kingdom of Northwind, and making his way south. He was the embodiment of a free spirit, similar to the wanderer that made the promise to protect the people he wronged. In that, the free folk of the border between North Feyshore and Astoria were similar too, and many already started to say they wanted to join Ymir in his quest.\n\nThe large Ymir stood at six feet and one inch of height. He was an athletic man, keeping in shape by feeding the village throughout the years they let him stay. He was a lone wolf, but often visited for advice by the inhabitants of the former village, then laid to ruin by mercenary fire. Ymir had scars that told tales of his adventures and his bright blue eyes reflected a glimmer of hope in the future for those that had a life harsher than his. He was kind, but cautious, having suffered for his mercy and selflessness before. He had dark brown hair greying out on its sides and locks on the top of its short length. Burn marks from the past covered his left arm and they sometimes stung late at night.\n\nA group of teenagers surrounded Ymir with their bows at the ready. They asked him to teach them his ways, to which he gladly accepted as he held a smile on his face. A couple of the veterans joined in to refresh their lessons from years ago.\n\nAntonius took the time of peace to train his men, instructing the villagers in basic army drills he remembered from his time serving in the army. His experience was hard earned in the frontlines, a footsoldier that was rewarded with a meager coin purse like many others in his position. He felt accomplished with a family to call his own and a home, but the latest events stoked the embers of the warrior in him. He knew, however that his place was by his wife and children. A part of him wished for a last battle and he trained the others as if it was bound to happen. Antonius was pessimistic, a stoic man that considered the worst was to happen and wanted to be prepared for it.\n\nElder Thomas sought Rekkan out during the afternoon. He was in his late seventies and had the notion that his time was close at hand. Perhaps this journey was meant to be his last. He found the wanderer in the edges of the camp, distant enough to show he didn't want to be bothered. However, the elder interrupted the younger males meditation. He learned of what transpired from a worried villager, the same that asked Marsila if the two needed help earlier. Thomas requested that he didn't share the event with others, but he wasn't the only one that saw parts of what happened.\n\n\"Would you indulge an old man's curiosity?\" He asked, stepping in front of the wanderer who stared blankly at the lake. \"I have been told of your collapse.\"\n\n\"I don't need your sympathy, old man.\" Rekkan growled bitterly.\n\n\"I have no intention to pity you. The weak shouldn't pity the strong, nor should the strong pity the weak.\" Thomas said. \"But if you cannot stand on your own two feet, you cannot uphold your promise.\"\n\n\"I *Will* Get you to Brindelle safely, old man. Is that what you are worried about? I made a promise. I do not break promises.\" The wanderer said, casting a glare at the old man that blocked his view.\n\nThomas, in turn, lowered himself to his knees and looked up at the warrior. \"Rekkan, you are not the same man that talked with me yesterday. I'd say you are a completely different person today. Our people say you don a mask of good to hide the evil in your heart. I do not want to believe them.\"\n\n\"Believe in what you want, old man, but just leave me be. Why should I care what your people think? They are like any other sheep, blindly following what basic thoughts sprout from their addled brains. I do not care if they dislike me. I will keep true to my word and then leave you to rot.\"\n\nThe elder frowned. He was saddened by Rekkan's words. The wanderer was casting a shield around him, keeping others away from his feelings. That's what Thomas assumed. He sighed and looked down at the grass between them. Green blades laid over the earth and spread out through the plains close to Lake Fey. \"If that's how you want to put it. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Please, do rest for the journey ahead.\" The elder tried to rise to his feet, but was in a moment of weakness. The wanderer realized it and grunted, but ultimately helped the old man stand. \"I believe you are a good man filled with doubt. I hope you will see the light and take care of what ails you.\" He said before heading back into the settlement.\n\nThomas was met by Ymir, who shared a nod with the elder. The hunter was second to talk with Rekkan, sitting not far from his right side.\n\n\"Are you here to pester me too?\" Rekkan asked coldly.\n\n\"Just enjoying the view.\" Ymir replied. He kept silent, gazing intently at the lake and beyond.\n\n\"Tsk. I want to be left alone.\"\n\n\"I don't know what really happened back there.\" The hunter said. \"Believe it or not, you're a source of strength for some of them. You're a hero to them!\"\n\n\"Cut it!\" Rekkan interjected, frowning an angry frown. \"I don't care what they think. I already told this to that wrinkled bag of bones!\"\n\n\"The way I see it, you're becoming a role model to the kids. They look up to you. Some of the older villagers look up to you too. If you can't understand that, at least don't act like an idiot and make them turn their backs on you.\"\n\n\"I don't need anyone, fool! Let them turn their backs on me. I say good riddance to that miserable lot. I will keep my promise then leave. I have said this already. Why must you people try to lecture me?!\"\n\n\"Why must-... Ugh... Aren't you a weird one? I swear, it's like you have two minds inside of you or something.\" The hunter chuckled. \"I'm just trying to be your friend and tell you your actions mean something to those around you. I could tell from a glance that Marsila was very worried about you. I could tell other people were concerned. Get off that lone wolf antic and get a grip. I've been there myself. Don't shut yourself in.\"\n\n\"Noted. Now fuck off.\"\n\nYmir stood up and shrugged. No use speaking to someone unwilling to listen. He returned to the midst of refugees, hunters and fishermen.\n\nThere were many things Rekkan did not understand about himself. As he rummaged through his life, he noticed that many things from his past were hard to find in his mind, as if they had been submerged in the deep ocean. Meditation used to calm him down, but he was only growing angrier. Perhaps it was because Thomas and Ymir were right. He never asked for any of this, and somehow he tried to overcome his grief by blaming Marsila for asking him for help. That was short lived, for the wanderer knew better than to think that his decisions weren't his. They were, but it felt like \nSomething was pulling him underwater. The warrior tried to reach out for Serene, the spirit of tranquility that he was bestowed with in one of his adventures to the East, in elven lands. He found solace in the memories that laid intact of meeting the ethereal being, though many accounts believed him to be crazy rather than actually capable of talking to ghosts and souls. Perhaps he was crazy, but his touch with the supernatural had to be real.\n\nHe discovered early in his adventures that there were no gods. They either left ages ago or never existed. Elves, in contrast to humans, were more down to earth and connected with the intricacies of magic. His master taught him much about the ways of the world, his own and that of others that came before him. He taught him how to read and how to write in elven, then human. As Rekkan retraced his steps and pieced his memories together, his soul opened up to more visions of hatred and hunger. The embodiment of water in spirit continued to help him, and soon he found himself depending on Serene as much as Marsila depended on her necklace. But there would come a time when he had to absorb all that pent up hate that was growing and spit it out.\n\nHowever, to contain the ever growing flames of wild intent, Serene helped the man in the fabrication of a bubble that was meant to surround his darkest desires and keep them from lashing out, though it was a temporary fix that could burst at any moment, given the necessary stress to pop it and unleash the shackled rage. Vicious, on the other hand, fed this rage and anger. The being of pitch black fur and slalomed red eyes was once a hunter of essence, and a hunter of life he continued to be. His chains wrapped around Rekkan as much as the wanderer made them bend the creature to his will. Thus, it was a never-ending battle between fire and water, the volatile flames against the tranquil waves.\n\nRekkan's concentration was sharpened into the late afternoon. When the sun decided to slowly set far in the western horizon, the wanderer rose from the ground and walked back to the settlement. There was a nice aroma coming from one of the lodges when he arrived and a large spit roast where two hogs were being cooked, the first of many mixed with the venison from another fire that was being prepared. In the lodge was where spices were combined to make sauce and also where they prepared the soup and condiments like rice and potatoes. It was a great dinner that the joint refugees and hunters were preparing before the great journey. Tables were arranged in long lines and, if any seat was missing, they made improvised chairs out of wooden boxes or the like.\n\nThere was entertainment in the form of music and wine served among the adults. They drank and forgot their worries as the sun disappeared and the red skies were drowned by the black filled with silver stars and moonlight. Bread was set on the table and new jars of wine as well when food started to be served. It was only the first serving, with roasted meats chopped and spread out through the tables. There were hot pots full of potatoes, others full of rice, mixed in with the large pots of soup too.\n\nRekkan waited before the dinner started properly. He looked around as he walked, trying to find Marsila among the dinner tables or the crowd mixed together around the fire. The wanderer hoped to see her, to talk with her. He had to... Apologize. And to better understand the sensations and emotions within him. With the bubble he created with Serene's help, he could probably stand against his urges then and learn more about them. Her essence, magical or not, made his senses throb. When he caught wind of her presence a few paces before him, his ears tinged and the pupils of his eyes dilated. The warrior took steps towards her, slow and hesitant, yet full of conviction.\n\nTwiss, Swass and Priscilla were all together at the end of the one of the tables. They expected Marsila to arrive any time soon, but not Rekkan. It would be a surprise when they saw him, though at that moment they were drowning their sorrows in alcohol, Priscilla more than the two boys, and enjoying the evening. They shouldn't go into excess, for having a hangover would be a problem. Others did not care so much about their well-being in the following morning, but the group stayed responsible, just like Ymir did, who joined them shortly after.\n\n\"Priscilla, right?\" The old hunter asked, accompanied by a group of young men. \"You're the wonder woman of medicine. Rekkan's friend. Can we join your table?\" The girl blinked and nodded, a bit surprised at the question. \"Thank you.\" The group sat around the table and, soon enough, Twiss, Swass and Priscilla were sharing stories with Ymir and his friends. Halfway through the two groups' social interaction, they formed a bigger one from the merge. There was no difference between them.\n\n\"... And that's how we saved the grizzly from the bear trap.\" Ymir finished a story, to which everyone had their ears perked and eyes wide in awe. It wasn't every day that they heard of a group of hunters actively rescuing a big and dangerous bear from the gruesome traps of others. Ymir taught his students to respect nature and their prey. There was no sport in the deed, it was a quest for survival and preservation of the wild, for nature stood for the ultimate freedom many men sought and very few attained in their lifetimes.\n\n\"That's impressive!\" Twiss said. \"I'd like to learn more about hunting!\"\n\n\"Me too!\" Said Swass.\n\nA shy voice whispered next to Ymir, low for others not to hear. \"I'd like to learn how to use a bow and arrow.\"\n\nThe old hunter smiled warmly at her and nodded. \"I see. Let's enjoy tonight's evening. I'll teach you about the bow and arrow tomorrow. Promise.\"\n\nPriscilla was glad, because she wanted to be useful in battle as well as being useful treating others. She thought that if she managed to support Rekkan and Marsila in combat, she wouldn't be as helpless as last time and the group could prevent more deaths from happening. She'd prevent others from becoming another Bran. For this, she was excited. Priscilla, the markswoman. There was a nice ring to it. And to think she could assist Rekkan and the others made her chest warm with joy.\n\nOn the other side of the tables sat Antonius and his rookies, along with the members of the little council, such as elder Thomas. They discussed the next day's journey as much as they celebrated, for it was important to keep everything organized. They expected some members of the caravan to be intoxicated, so the pacing should be very slow at first until the people were more awake.\n\nRekkan walked behind Marsila and waited for her to be aware of his presence. His frame stood inches away from her and towered over her smaller figure. His breath, warm and heavy, rolled down the nape of her neck to the length of her spine. He inhaled and with it he took her scent. His nostrils flared, then a deeper exhale followed to brush her hair and steam down her skin, under the fabric of her clothing."
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"message": "Marsila had completely changed her clothes after she was offered the ones she wore from one of the women who witnessed what happened between her and the medicine woman. Her previous clothes had been torn so they were thrown, unable to be used due to her blood staining the material. \n\nThe wounds on her body had now been healed, leaving only little scarring and no longer pained her. She had waited for the wound to close before she made her way towards dinner, finding herself slightly late. \n\nWhen she saw the group that made up of Twiss, Swass, Priscilla and others who she had little clue to who they were, she found herself disappointed when she couldn't see Rekkan. Her shoulders dropped slightly before she continued her way towards the group until she found his scent. \n\nHer steps faltered as she found his scent growing stronger until she could feel his breath against the back of her neck. She found the way he was acting, slightly odd yet refused to question it as she turned around to face him. \n\n\n\"How are you feeling?\" She didn't know what else to say, still shocked from the previous event yet found herself not wanting to leave his side."
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"message": "The wanderer wasn't exactly at the top of his game, but he didn't want the person that was closest to him to worry more than she had. He tried to shrug his feelings off and not feed the newfound desires that were slowly building up inside the bubble of protection he created earlier.\n\n\"Better now. Shall we join the others?\"\n\nHe reached out to Marsila with his right hand. Were she to hold it, she'd find it warm as it was the norm with the man that radiated heat. He wanted to lead her like that and feel the softness of her skin, if only to get a grip of reality and stave the dark thoughts off of his mind. His third eye pulsed with a wave of energy that was drawn from the light he saw in the girl, and his entire being focused in the shapeshifter as a beacon, a safe haven from his unnatural urges.\n\nEither way, they walked to the dinner table where two seats were reserved for them. Twiss and Swass were first to notice their arrival as Ymir and Priscilla had their backs to them. But it didn't take long for the best friends to make a show and have everyone look at the duo.\n\n\"Our heroes have arrived, everyone!!\" Swass cried out. A cheer and a toast followed, with more wine mixed in with their blood.\n\nRekkan shook his head and sat at the dinner table, helping himself to the food and drink. It was all quite tasty, which showed the women put a lot of effort for this escape from reality."
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"message": "As she interlaced her fingers with his own, she was glad to have him close to her once again. Even though she had many questions on her mind, Marsila forced herself to bury them so she wouldn't be tempted to ask. She feared he would react in the same manner as earlier, it was the last thing she or the group wanted or needed. \n\nAt the word 'heroes', Marsila couldn't help the doubt that they were anything but. They were merely cleaning up the mess they had created when drawing Atovar and his men to the village. However, she was the last person who wanted to ruin their night, so she allowed them to play along with it in their intoxicated state by giving the group a faux smile. \n\nSitting herself down by Rekkan's side, Marsila too helped herself to the food laid out on the table. It hadn't been until her stomach made a sound similar to a growl that she realised how hungry she had been. The shifter doubted she was the only one who forgot they needed to eat after being distracted by all the events that had unfolded. \n\nAfter piling food onto her plate, she waved off the wine offered to her by Swass. \"I'll stick to water. I don't like the taste of wine and alcohol doesn't affect me so I don't see the point.\"\n\nFocusing back on her food, she hadn't noticed the way Priscilla had been staring towards Rekkan with something a little more than admiration. \n\n\"How are you handling yourself dear? The others say you had a little trouble earlier. Anything I can help with?\" The tone priscilla used in her voice caused Marsila's head to raise from her food. It may have been the alcohol, but the shifter swore the way Priscilla spoke was slightly higher pitched than normal."
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"author": "rekkan3750",
"message": "At least one of them had the better judgment of staying away from alcohol. Then again, the shapeshifter wasn't even affected by it. She made a good point of it and stuck to water. It's not like her reasoning fell on deaf ears. Ymir hearkened to her words and, with a simple signal of his hand, made his group cease drinking. They were merry and perhaps actually drunk, so the earlier they stopped drinking, the better for the following morning. Contrary to the other members of the caravan, he didn't want a group of groggy men protecting the caravan.\n\nAs for Rekkan, he drank like a thirsty bear. Wine was being refilled by Twiss and Swass in turn, who watched as he took swigs and tried to match. They'd have a lot of ground to cover at one point that the fact they were many cups behind was enough to make them want to quit, already highly inebriated.\n\nThen, Priscilla leaned over and talked with Rekkan in a manner different than normal. She also drank wine throughout dinner, so it was not a surprise that she was a bit more open than usual. With the death of her husband, Rekkan genuinely enjoyed watching her more relaxed, even if the tint in her cheeks was alarming as much as the timbre of her voice.\n\n\"I'm fine.\" He said, in between eating some of the venison. \"Holding yourself up strong?\""
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"message": "Priscilla leaned her arm against the table which allowed her body to to have some form of support, preventing her from falling over from her slightly drunken state. Due to the alcohol spreading through her veins, the woman seemed unaffected by the questioning about her husband's death. \n\n\"A lot better now, thanks to you. Who knows what I would be like if it wasn't for you to comfort me the way you did.\" She had completely misread the situation when Rekkan had saved her from the Mercenaries before she could follow her husband's fate. \n\nMarsila couldn't help when her body stiffened as she listened, returning her gaze to her food which now seemed unappetizing as she listened. In hopes to ignore them, Marsila turned towards Ymir and his group, wishing that she was able to fall drunk like the rest of the village had. \n\n\"You and your men don't need to stop drinking. Everyone deserves to have one night to themselves after everything they had been through. I'm capable of making sure the groups are safe while you lot rest in the morning.\" It would certainly ease her mind by having something to do. \n\nPriscilla on the other hand, was enjoying herself as she spoke with the Warrior. The thought of her husband had left her mind and had been replaced with Rekkan, the alcohol contributing towards burying the memory of Bran temporarily."
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"message": "The wanderer knew better than that. He knew that most of what Priscilla was speaking of was the alcohol speaking, not herself. Or maybe she was speaking honesty through the wine that inebriated her spirit. Either way, as bad as Rekkan was, he wasn't about to take advantage of a woman in her state. He knew all too well that it could be easy to do so, and perhaps he had done so in the past when he was far more reckless. But at present time, and through everything that went on, it wasn't in him to be immature. Perhaps he still was in other aspects, but not in the way of using a drunk woman for his desires.\n\n\"I did what any sane person would do.\" He said. \"Glad you're alright.\"\n\nHis short answer was an attempt at cutting dialogue, especially after turning to the other side to listen to Marsila. Ymir, however, had a different perspective from her.\n\n\"Feast or no, we have a job to do tomorrow. The young ones need to be taught the sense of responsibility.\" He commented. \"There's more to joy than alcohol and we wouldn't forgive ourselves for letting a woman watch over the whole lot of us. It's not sexist, mind you, just a man's pride on the line! Hahaha!\"\n\n\nRekkan glanced at Priscilla and then gazed at Marsila. He poured another cup of wine and gulped it down. The large man needed a lot of it in comparison to the others to feel a thing. The brothers noticed just how many jars were being brought for a man alone to take care of them. Rekkan finally warmed up to it. It was making him more relaxed and outgoing, which meant he took Marsila's advice to Ymir to the letter. So much that he was comfortable enough to feel the shifter somewhat tense. He leaned over to her.\n\n\"What's wrong?\""
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"message": "She was glad he added on the last comment to his explanation as to why they shouldn't drink, or else she may have taken it the wrong way. The shifter nodded her head in understanding, deciding not to argue his point. Perhaps she would have to wait until they no longer had a threat hanging over their heads before she had the opportunity to witnesses them drunk rather than tipsy.\n\nShe noticed the two friends who she couldn't help but mistaken as brothers, attempting to catch up with Rekkan's drinking pace. Not that they had any chance of doing so without possible alcohol poisoning. \n\nShe was about to reply to Ymir when Rekkan decided to lean towards her. Her head twisted over her shoulder so she was able to look towards the Wanderer, trying to find some excuse to why she felt the way she did. \n\n\"It's nothing. I'm just worried about the group.\" She lied as her eyes shifted towards Priscilla for a mere second who continued to stare at the wanderer. \n\n\"I think you should cut down on the Alcohol Priscilla. We may need you in the right state of mind for the injured, if anything was to happen.\" She did her best to hide the jealousy that was beginning to emerge before focusing her attention back to Rekkan. \n\n\"And you continue to drink but don't worry about me, you deserve it to say the least.\""
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"message": "The tables were emptied of people, who flocked to the different fires and the mix of sounds that produced musical entertainment throughout the settlement. There were dancing circles made that moved around the fires and couples enjoying the festivities. The kids played together and laughed and giggled.\n\nTwiss and Swass got up from their chairs to feel their blood flow with alcohol. At that point, it might have been their alcohol flowing with blood. In any case, they joined Ymir and the others that went to the fires. That left Rekkan, Marsila and Priscilla behind, for the time being.\n\n\"Cannot not worry about you.\" He muttered. \"You're someone I care a lot about.\" His words were low and nearly audible. Perhaps impossibly so as he retreated his tongue and kept to his thoughts. The wanderer felt touched by the wine and a bit more, for he kept drinking and eating past others having left. It had been a long time since the last he dined so well. His body was welcoming everything and he was at a point of relaxing back on his chair with his legs splayed and his arms to his sides.\n\nIn his then drunk state, Rekkan had little control of his actions, but the wine made him cheerful, contrast to the previous hours."
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"message": "When Rekkan mentioned his feelings towards Marsila, the shifter couldn't help the smile that grew on her lips. However, she did attempt to hide it by shoving food into her mouth, her appetite slowly growing back. She knew it was the alcohol that gave him the advantage of telling her how he felt, so she did her best to not let it get to her head. \n\n\"That means a lot to me. It does.\" She wasn't sure what else to say, not having the advantage he did as he continued to down his drinks. \n\nSuddenly, Marsila became more focused on the wanderer, turning her body so she was facing him fully when she realised she could take advantage of his cheerful behaviour. Not in a negative way, but to pry more information without fearing he would behave the way he did earlier. \n\n\"If you cared so much, you would tell me what happened earlier. I worry about you Rekkan, I do. But I can't help if I don't know what you're fighting against.\" \n\nShe didn't worry too much about Priscilla eavesdropping. The alcohol would surely have her forgetting parts of this night."
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"message": "It was a sensitive topic to bring up in such an auspicious occasion. Weren't they there to have fun and enjoy themselves? Her words didn't cause another attack, but the wanderer didn't truly know what to say or where to begin even. He looked to the other side to find Priscilla drinking some more before looking back at Marsila.\n\n\"I don't know... It's like I have memories that aren't my own. There is something that I forgot and that I should remember to make sense of it all...\" He said. He didn't want to tell her about his urges. About his hunger for energy. Her energy. She made him feel better alive than bleeding to death with his fangs bearing on her.\n\nWhat? That image did just cross his mind. He shook it off rather roughly and leaned back. The wanderer moved his digits to feel his teeth and was relieved that he only had four fangs opposite to his vision's jagged teeth, like a beast's.\n\nShe helped as much as she hindered, not because she did anything wrong, but because she was growing to be important and because she was a magical being. Rekkan felt like one of those things that prowled and hunted him in the pitch black of knight when he traveled alone. It had been a long time since that last he faced them. Could he be one himself?"
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"message": "She knew it wasn't a great place to bring such a topic up, but she knew it would be difficult to pry for information without the alcohol playing a part in numbing his mind. Unfortunately his reply only brought more questions to her mind than answering the one she asked. \n\nHad someone erased his memory or had he done it to himself without realising. Why would he or anyone do such a thing? It confused her. Had something happened in his past that was so horrific, they needed to wipe his knowledge about it. It would explain why he acted the way he had earlier. \n\nAs she was questioning herself mentally, she noticed Rekkan was lost in his own thoughts. Taking the hand closest to the wanderer, Marsila laid it on top of his and squeezed her fingers gently. \n\n\"You know what? Forget I asked.\""
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"message": "Whatever happened to him in the past would be remembered eventually and the wanderer had to be prepared. The consequences of not being ready could be harmful for himself, but even more for himself.\n\nWhen he felt Marsila's hand on top of his, his wrist turned and had fingers lock with hers in a near natural and instinctive manner. Rekkan chuckled when she told him to forget about it and nodded. He was pleased that she decided to let it go. That way, they could focus in other things.\n\n\"Feel like staying here?\"\n\nIt was a question that suggested more than it clearly asked. Rekkan wanted to get out of the party, feeling like it was made for the others and less so himself. He wasn't the type to enjoy feasts that much, though he did like to be a part of them once in a while."
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"message": "She kept her gaze on their hands, not used to this kind of affection from him, even if it was little and alcohol induced.\n\nDid she feel like staying here? Far from it. Not that she didn't enjoy celebrating with others, it was the fact they were all wasted and she very clearly wasn't. Usually that meant she would be the one having to care for those who drink a bit too much. As she though that, she raised her eyes towards the Twiss and Swass, a prime example of what she meant as the two were struggling to keep themselves standing.\n\n\"Far from it.\" She replied before shoving in a couple mouthfuls of food. \n\nOnce she had cleared what was left on her plate, Marsila stood herself up from the table, releasing Rekkan's hand as she did so. Priscilla in the meantime was lying unconscious against the table, her food inches from her bowl. She wasn't sure what came over her, but the shifter hoped Priscilla would wake to a massive hangover. \n\n\"Do you think she will be alright where she is?\" She asked, taking her eyes from Priscilla's sleeping form."
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"message": "It was perhaps a one time experience with a man that was from being used to show his raw emotions. He was closer to do so than anyone could expect, but that night the alcohol was a benevolent catalyst for the sensations that he felt.\n\nThey both stood up from the table, both breaking away from the hold before Marsila asked Rekkan if Priscilla would be alright. Rekkan looked over his shoulder and smirked. Poor girl. She was piss wasted.\n\n\"Let's be good Samaritans and take her to bed, yeah?\"\n\nThe wanderer turned around and walked next to Priscilla. He slid one arm under her thighs and covered her upper back with the other, lifting her up onto his lap. He curled his arms to secure the young woman and slowly turned around to gaze at the shapeshifter.\n\n\"Take me to the house she's staying at, yeah?\" He was drunk, sure, but Rekkan had a good sense of balance. He stumbled a little, but walked well enough to carry Priscilla."
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"message": "Marsila didn't respond as she watched Rekkan raised Priscilla to his chest, hugging her against his body. She knew he was merely carrying her sleeping form to a bed, but couldn't help feel negatively towards Priscilla after witnessing the way she felt towards the wanderer. If only she too, was able to intoxicate herself. \n\nShe hated being the only sober person as everyone had gotten into the alcohol. Even though Ymir and his men had ceased in doing so, she knew it would be a few hours before they were in the proper state of mind. \n\n\"I honestly don't know where she has been staying so I guess the house being used to shelter the injured would suffice. Plus after the amount she had consumed, I think it's safest to have her sleep there.\" She followed Rekkan, only a couple paces behind as they made their way to one of the houses. \n\n\"Am I being delusional or does Priscilla seem to enjoy your company more than a friend would?\" Marsila couldn't help to ask. She wanted to know Rekkan's view on it."
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"message": "It was indeed just a man carrying a sleeping woman to her bed. There was nothing more and nothing less to it but the objective perspective, yet Marsila had to feel differently about it. Could it be she felt something for the wanderer? Perhaps. But he was still a mystery, even to himself. It could be that when she found out more about him, those feelings were replaced with others.\n\nThe wanderer took Marsila's advice and carried Priscilla to the lodge where the wounded were resting. Only the severely wounded were there, some would probably not survive the night because of the fire's intensity and how it damaged their bodies on their way out. The atmosphere inside the lodge was so different from the one outside.\n\n\"She lost her husband and is drunk.\" Rekkan said. \"She'll come around tomorrow.\"\n\nRekkan walked back to Marsila after laying Priscilla in bed and tucking her in. He smirked down at the shapeshifter, obviously still intoxicated.\n\n\"Jealous?\" He asked bluntly, pushing himself against her in a teasing manner."
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"message": "Her eyes narrowed towards him as he mentioned her being Jealous. She couldn't help that she didn't enjoy the way Priscilla was acting towards him, especially when her husband had recently died like the wanderer had mentioned. \n\n\"I'm not jealous.\" She muttered out with an annoyed tone in her voice, embarrassed that he had called her out on such. Using her shoulder, she bumped her side into Rekkan as he had done to her. \n\n\"You're just drunk.\" She teased back. As she was unable to become drunk herself, she took advantage of those who were. It didn't take any effort to turn the blame around. \"Or is it that you want me to be jealous because you have feelings for me?\"\n\nNow it was her time for teasing. Even though she wasn't sure to what extent he felt for her, it didn't stop her from trying to hide her jealousy. As they placed distance between the lodge and themselves, Marsila kept herself alerted the further they found themselves from the celebrations. \n\nShe couldn't rely on Rekkan to be wary of their surroundings whilst drunk, leaving her to become extra cautious. She feared that if they allowed their guard to lower, Atovar and his men may make another appearance."
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"message": "His smirk turned into a low and deep chuckle as she squinted her eyes, but the tide would turn soon after she bumped her side against him. They were closer to the lake when the girl asked him if he wanted her to be jealous, teasing back on his own game. She went as far as asking if that was because he had some kind of feeling for her.\n\nHe wasn't going to lie to her about his feelings, but he wasn't going to outright tell her what was happening in his heart and mind. Instead, the wanderer walked all the way to the lake's edge and gazed at the silvery reflection of the moon's gaze. They walked together towards it, away from the celebrations, and though there was the risk of being caught off guard, the wanderer didn't seem to care.\n\nInstead, the warrior turned to Marsila in his drunken state and moved his hands, holding her arms. He stared intently at her before pulling her slowly against his frame, not to make the same mistake of kissing the shapeshifter roughly. Instead, guided by alcoholic euphoria, he leaned his head down to kiss her tender lips, slowly wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace as he did so. Soon, his arms were under her shoulders, going lower to clasp her hips and pull her up and off her feet."
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"message": "When he hadn't given her a reply, Marsila felt her cheeks tighten as her lips were pulled to a grin. She enjoyed seeing this side of Rekkan, she wasn't used to seeing him in a cheerful mood so the chance was a breath of fresh air. A definite improvement from his usual impassive behaviour and features. \n\nWhen he held onto her arms, Marsila was confused as she looked towards him with furrowed brows. It would have been useful for her if she was able to read minds, especially in this moment. Though the confusion was replaced with shock when Rekkan brought his lips to hers. This time, Marsila didn't attempt to push herself away from the Wanderer as the shock faded. Instead, all her thoughts left her mind along with her attention to their surroundings as she allowed Rekkan to lift her from the ground. \n\nHer arms wrapped around the back of his neck so she was able to balance herself while her legs snaked around his waist out of reflex to being lifted. All the while, Marsila continued to move her lips against his as she melted into his hold, enjoying the sensation it brought her. The shifter almost forgot about their dayas she was only focused on Rekkan. \n\nShe knew deep down he shared the same feelings as she did, she could only hope he wouldn't forget with the amount of Alcohol she watched him consume."
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"message": "Half of his heart was expecting her to push him away and into the cold water of lake Fey. The other half was confident that the young girl wanted it as badly as he did, and when she clung to him with arms and legs, he didn't have anything else in his mind but her. Opposite to the shapeshifter melting in his arms, Rekkan could not do such a thing lest they collapse on the ground. However, it was true that his knees were weak from the amount of alcohol that made his emotions brim and his spine shiver in ecstasy as she buried her body against his.\n\nIt was bliss to feel Marsila's soft and wet lips for the second time. Rekkan was in control, as much as the wine let him be, and he wanted to show her how much he felt, that it wasn't something to just wash other thoughts over with. With every moment that passed, his desires swelled and his hands moved behind her. First to feel her rump over the clothes she was given by a villager to then become friskier and pull them up. It would be wrong to say he wasn't riled up by her presence and the smoothness of her body, how she made him feel good and anchored to a cause nobler than wandering around ever since they met. Though feelings blossomed later on, he was first curious about her when they first slept together outside town.\n\nRekkan purposely fell to his knees and bent his body forward. He wanted to lay Marsila on her back and lay himself on top of her. He twisted his lips in the crane of his head and let his tongue slip between them to wrestle her own. His hands fidgeted with his clothes and, soon enough, he was rolling his hips against her, breathing faster with the anxiety that built within him. He was warmer then, and she could feel the heat of his skin rise. His right hand moved to her chin and cupped it, slowly sliding off to her neck and fingers wrapping around it as he kept kissing and suckling on her lips, with e changes to wrestle her tongue with his seal both of their lips together."
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"message": "Hey eyes gazed into the darkened sky above the two, attempting to gather her thoughts which proved difficult. She could only think of how his body felt against hers, even with his intoxicated state, she had found it to be nothing but ecstasy and pure bliss. For the first time since she had left her family, Marsila was in a state of elation and did not want to be rid of that feeling. \n\nTurning her head towards the left, her eyes fell upon the amulet laying against the grass. She hadn't remembered taking it off, yet was surprised when she didn't feel the need to put it back around her neck. She felt safe. Though her chest did feel naked without the weight of the jewel against it, having never taken it off unless she was in her wolf form or sleeping. \n\nAs the two lay naked, Marsila heightened her senses temporarily. She was being cautious as she listened for any signs of someone that may intrude on the two of them, worried it was something that may not happen for a while. This was the first night together since the fire where they didn't have someone making an attempt on their lives and she feared that once the alcohol left Rekkan's body, he would go back to his usual ways. \n\nShifting her attention back towards Rekkan, she remained silent as she stared towards him, curious to what he may be thinking. Marsila wanted to say something, but couldn't place any words together to make a proper sentence. She didn't want to say something idiotic that may ruin the moment."
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"message": "Marsila's legs entangled around Rekkan's waist and pulled him deeper into her core as they consumed the feelings that they had for each other. It was uncertain when they started to feel like that for each other, but the truth was that the wanderer missed something like it for far too long, and it almost made his fateless existence be granted meaning. All of the boiling dark desires that thrived in his solar plexus faded and the bubble which he cast earlier felt like it burst into nothing, contrast to the void that was being filled in his chest.\n\nHe sensed her be aware of their surroundings if only for brief moments, but his hands rose from her sides and through a gentle caress of her bosom that ultimately ended in his fingers and palms cupping her beautiful face. His thumbs stroked the shapeshifter's cheeks each. They were so soft and warm from the blood rising in their connection. He took the opportunity to move into her inner sanctum and exhale a waft of hot air into her neck, lowering then to kiss her lips again and close his eyes. There was serenity for the first time in the long years of his existence.\n\n\"Shhh...\" He placed a finger against her lips. \"I will always protect you. And if someone takes you from me, I will go to the end of the world and back.\""
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"message": "Marsila was stunned to say the least by Rekkan's comment. Any anxiety she previously felt was replaced by sense of calmness as she brought her hand towards rekkan's bicep, brushing her index and middle finger gently against his skin. \n\nShe lost track with how long she laid against his chest, enjoying the silence as any doubt she had in her mind had reduced after he promised to protect her. It didn't go unnoticed that the wanderer avoided being direct with his emotions, Marsila had begun to realise this after they had temporarily defeated Atovar and his men. It may have taken her a while, but she finally understood. \n\n\"Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we met under different circumstances.\" She began, pulling the corner of her lower lip between her teeth as she imagined that if they weren't being hunted down, the shifter would have been taking bounties herself. Alone besides the occasional fling that ended shortly after."
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"message": "The wanderer wasn't a being that lingered in what ifs. His eyes were often in the present and little in the ramifications of his actions, a volatile machine of wander and brutal decision making. It led to the burning of the warehouse as a mean to capture as many crooks as possible and create a terrible distraction that turned their quest inside out and made them be hunted. He felt guilty at times for dragging her into this and being callused to not know how to go about solving problems other than with an iron fist. But in that moment, he just wanted to feel her as much as she felt him.\n\n\"Leave those thoughts in the back of your head. I wouldn't have it any other way of it didn't mean coming any closer to this moment.\"\n\nThat was all he shared in tone, leaving the rest for his body to articulate in motions that words fell short in how to describe, if not to break the barriers imposed by the reality they were inserted in. Gears went into overdrive and overruled the notion of relaxation, although they were both in a higher level of existence then. Rekkan felt the apex of delirium and braced himself for detonation, letting the explosion flood Marsila's inner sanctum with his love and passion.\n\nThey never did keep track of the time they spent together like that, but the stars spiraled in the sky with the passage of shooting lights and a moon that orbited around the lake towards the distant horizon. When the fever faded, their bodies were sweating, at a point that it was unknown which drops were his and which were hers, all intermingled as their sexes stayed connected in the bond.\n\nRekkan breathed heavily, laying next to and pulling the young woman into the warmth of his frame and arms. He closed his eyes and rested, hands idle in caressing Marsila and giving her affection."
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"message": "Not once had someone been able to complete her the way he did in this moment, so she followed his advice and shoved the very thoughts to the back of her head. Her breathing was slightly ragged after the pleasurable experience, exhausted yet exhilarated as their bodies moved together, matching each other in ways she couldn't explain through words. \n\nA tingling sensations flooded her body as she attempted to catch her breath while allowing Rekkan to pull her closer to his body. She pressed her cheek against the wanderer's chest, using her ear to listen to the beating of his heart as it gave her a sense of serenity, proving to her this was real. \n\nMarsila allowed her eyelids to close as she savoured the feeling he gave her emotionally and physically, not wanting her time with him to end. The shifter felt herself being drawn to sleep, the darkness drawing her in until her breathing became laboured. \n\nIt would have been the first proper sleep she had for a long time, no longer worried about what lay ahead of them in the future. As long as she had Rekkan by her side, Marsila felt safe. Which was strange enough when the very thing he was able to control, was something that could kill her."
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"message": "Rekkan awoke before the first rays of dawn. That time it wasn't like before, with nightmarish visions that plagued his sleep. It was a calm and almost surrealistic awakening. Yellow lights hovered over the lake's black water before ushering to sleep under the foliage that grew in Fey's shore. Rekkan nudged Marsila softly until she woke up as well. He didn't have a hangover, but his mouth was dry. The wanderer stole the moist of his lover's lips and rose from the ground, kneeling to get his clothes and put them on.\n\nThe warrior remained silent. If anyone was to break the quiet, it would be her. He finished getting dressed and waited for her, having wished to spend more time like that before they left. He felt something then, a probing sensation coming from afar. He thought it was paranoia at first, but the sensation persisted throughout. It was like an eye on top of them, and when he forced open his third eye, he saw the faded tapestries of hazy blue and green flowing in an arc above the lake, all the way from the other side, in Ibethiel. Rekkan had a bad feeling about the coming day. He didn't speak about it, nor did he reveal it, keeping a stoic expression to hide his worry.\n\nThe first people to wake up were the hunters, some of the villagers and Ymir. Antonius joins shortly after. They were already packing everything up for the others to follow. Some were hungover, but they had to bear through it. Such were the consequences of their actions.\n\nSwass as as good as new, at least as much as his body allowed. The wounds would heal completely, but at least he returned to having full motor skills instead of being stuck to a bed. He joined Twiss in part of the defensive group, wearing his armor. The elders soon followed with the children, now with more space for everyone with the wagon and horses they were offered. There was kindness bred in that settlement, a rare sight to those that surely had something to do with the hunter, Ymir. He was first to approach Rekkan and Marsila, way later when she was already properly clothed.\n\n\"We are about to move out.\" He said, smirking. \"Just waiting on the couple here.\"\n\nRekkan rolled his eyes. \"My day is ruined.\" He groaned.\n\n\"I never had you for a sensitive man.\"\n\n\"No, it's your ugly old man's mug that's the problem.\" He taunted with a haughty smirk. There was no real changing him in some points.\n\n\"You won't have to see it for long.\" He said and then chuckled.\n\n\"Speaking of which, I figure I could scout ahead and you watch the rear this time.\" Rekkan said. \"One guy draws less attention. Or more.\" He continued smirking."
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"message": "Marsila wished they were able to sleep in another couple of hours, but unfortunately it never seemed to be a pleasure they were allowed to experience. However, when Rekkan pressed his lips against hers, she couldn't help the pink that tinged her cheeks. Marsila hadn't forgotten the night they shared together and was glad it didn't turn out to simply be an erotic dream, which she had thought when she woke. \n\nWhen she watched the wanderer begin clothing himself, she realised it was time that they left. If they were to delay their journey, it wouldn't be long until they were found, especially when they were travelling with such a large group. \n\nMarsila didn't take long as she dressed herself, not wanting Rekkan to have to wait. She was careful to not forget her amulet, however, rather than clipping it around her neck, Marsila dug it into one of the pockets on her clothing. Now that she knew how Rekkan felt towards her, she hoped it would be enough clarity for her to not wear the locket for the time being.\n\nThe shifter turned towards Rekkan and was quick to notice his playful attitude had changed back to becoming apathetic, causing the corner of her lips to fall. She had expected him to return to his usual behaviour, though she couldn't say she had hoped otherwise. \n\nThe walk back was one of silence, not sure what to say in this moment so she decided to not say anything at all. \n\nWhen Ymir found the two of them, Marsila allowed them to talk as she observed the rest of the small crowd stumble their way into the wagons. She didn't need heightened hearing to hear the pained groans of those who drank a bit too much last night. She was glad they didn't take long to have everything packed for their journey, perhaps it was Ymir and his men that made sure it happened. \n\n\"So if you two are done flirting, shall we start heading off?\" She questioned with a slightly raised brow. \"What do you need me to do?\""
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"message": "\"Hehehe! Yes, it's time we get going.\" Ymir said. \"You can stay with the main group and help Antonius protect the caravan. Your friends Twiss and Swass will be a part of that group.\"\n\nRekkan nodded in agreement. He turned his gaze to Marsila. \"I will see you again soon.\" He stated, taking point to scout ahead while the group mobilized several meters behind him.\n\nThe wanderer could not shake the feeling from earlier, but it was only natural that his enemies were returning. That was merely a sign for him to act on. He would be doubly cautious as he journeyed north and westbound, to cross into the land of North Feyshore and towards its capital, Brindelle.\n\nAll the way on the other side of Lake Fey, a large group stood in waiting behind a woman. She rose from her meditative state and turned to the black haired man mounting a horse.\n\n\"I found them.\" She said.\n\nThe man, revealed to be Atovar, grinned and rounded up his men and women. \"I won't be ridiculed this time around.\" He muttered under his breath and signaled the band to move out. It would take some time to catch up with the caravan, but he planned to get them before they arrived in Brindelle."
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"message": "Marsila couldn't tear her eyes off of Rekkan as she watched him leave to the front of the group. She knew he didn't need her to help with the scouting, though after the night they experienced, she found it difficult to be away from his side. She felt safe when it came to Rekkan, which shocked her considering his ability to manipulate fire.\n\nHer hand lowered to her thigh and pressed against the material of her pants until it lay against a hardened object. The amulet. She mentally questioned herself whether she should wear it or not as Rekkan would no longer be near her if she was to become distressed. Fighting against the temptation, Marsila took her hand away from her pocket and focused on the task at hand.\n\nReaching the main group that made up from couple Ymir's men and the two brother-like friends. \n\n\"You're looking better Swass.\" She commented, amazed by his fast recovery for a human."
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"message": "Swass smiled at Marsila. He had a crossbow hanging behind his shoulder by a leather strap he was holding with his right hand. He only needed to pull on the strap to bring the weak over his shoulder for a quick aim and fire.\n\n\"Thanks, Marsila! You're not too bad yourself!\" He joked around.\n\nThe caravan began its march shortly after, with the hunters falling behind the rest of the group as the main defense was made out of Antonius and the men he tried to instruct in the short time they were at the hunter's settlement.\n\nIt was a swift transition between the lands of Astoria and the kingdom of North Feyshore. By the time the caravan found one of the kingdom's highways, they could see a wooden signpost with an arrow pointing westward and written \"Brindelle\" On it.\n\n>>continued in"
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"message": "First time in another country. They didn't really like leaving Northwind, as it was a good hub for destruction, especially for a a person who took the moral high ground in the lowest of ways like Ilarie did, the young halfling also known as Diablo. Of course, that was their alter-ego. Differentiating between the hyperdestructive anarchist Diablo and the young mysterious Ilarie Racovita was vital for both of their existence.\n\n\nThis time, like most of the time when they were out on the town, this was a business trip. As said they typically don't leave Northwind, but they'd gotten a few leads from less motivated activists that there was a ring of richer humans that liked to keep halfling like themselves as pets, which absolutely didn't slide. They'd traveled to Astoria as Ilarie to check it out. Once they'd found out what they needed, the plan was to set a abandoned tavern Which had been their hiding spot as of late, free any halflings present and get out, simple in-and-out mission. As usual, it happens at night; where filth breathes. \n\n\nDiablo dressed in their usual, a black leather/cloth ensemble that covered them head to toe, only deep, aggressive brown eyes seeable. The costume was perfect in the dead night, and with the red dagger they were prone to use in a slit style pocket on their thigh, it was go time. This particular mission required a little more than usual, three bottles of rum and six small Flint stones to stoke the fire. Diablo didn't mind using rum; didn't drink, it's only use to them was being the perfect fire starter.\n\nThey made it to the building unseen as usual, and as expected, there was a meeting of those filth. The light of the abandoned tavern was low, not bringing suspicion on itself unless you were a regular of the alley, or knew what was happening. \n\n\nThey quickly made their way to a window, looking through, dark disguise blending them in. As expected the floors of the tavern were slick and shiny with booze, old and new from the old bastards having a jolly good time while their people suffered. They hoped each and everyone of them burned until nothing but bones were left. Now here came the hard part, making the molotov's. They opened one bottle of rum at a time, pouring one third of the wooden framed building and taking the two of the Flint and covering them with a rum soaked cloth. They did this two more times before lighting one and throwing it in. \n\n\nImmediate uproar; exactly what the Diablo wanted. The men in there screamed, desperate to get out the building but stuck in fear. Diablo wouldn't let them out anyway, they went up to the door and threw another bottle on the door, and it was engulfed with flame. Beautiful. They wouldn't even need the third bottle, take it with them and use if for a later mission.\n\nThey walked away, the orange flames lighting up their eyes as they smiled a demon's grin-\n\n\nSuddenly there were hands on them. Rough- trying to take them down. Had Diablo buy the forearms, the couldn't claw at the hands or reach for their knife. Shoved to the ground. Still fighting it. Chains.\n\n\n*The devil was caught.*\n\n\nThe legacy was over, and Ilarie was destined to rot in prison, hang or worse- be a toy for the very people they fought against. How pathetic.\n\n\nThey woke up in a cell. Arms chained to the wall. Nowhere to go, nobody there to save them."
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"message": "To call the basement Illarie was staying in \"A cell\" Wouldn't really be accurate statement. Sure, there were bars, but the genuine state of decay left them crooked, snapped and rusty, like bloody spears in the dirt. There was a bench beside her, warped and brittle from its prolonged exposure to the damp atmosphere, and whatever was growing from it must have been responsible for the musky smell that filled the room. The place was in disarray, illuminated only about five or six candles scattered around the room. The only thing that didn't seem to be falling apart were the chains around the halfling's wrists. They were steel shackles bolted to the wall, not a spot of rust. \n\nIf she squinted, she could see about four or five figured hunched over a table, passing tossing something into the center. Their voices were hushed, but a small conversation could be heard. \n\n\"Quinn, you _do_ know you're terrible at hiding that ace in your sleeve, right?\" A thin man leaned forwards, placing his head in the palm of his hand.\n\n\"W-what? Listen 'ere, you fuckin' ass, just because you're some shite at cards dun''t mean you c'n accu—\" \n\nA large figure reached across the table and gripped the arm of the defensive man, shaking the contents of his sleeve onto the table. \n\n\"Five aces, Quinn?\" The large man visibly sighed and fall back into his seat, it straining against his bulky form. \n\nThe thin man threw his cards down onto the table. His free hand went out from under his head and formed an accusatory finger, aimed directly at Quinn.. \"Piece of shit! This is why we never play cards with you. What are you doing with _five_ aces anyways. I have two in my hands and...\" The thin man leaned over the table, viewing Quinn's hand, \"They're not even the same make. Were you _betting_ on us being in a dark room?\"\n\n_\"Piece of shit!\"_ Another form repeated, this one significantly more squat. It looked as if it was standing on top of it's chair, and it's hand of cards was also thrown into the center. \n\nThe final figure also deposited it's cards into the center. This was one lithe, a chopped bob of hair with a longbow slung across it's back. It said nothing. \n\n\"Listen, listen, okay, I've saved all'a yer lives on multiple occasions, and I just thi—\" The bulky figure stood from its spot at the table and unsheathed a machete. \"Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen!\" Quinn's voice did not show any signs of fear, but did pick up in speed, \"We weren't even really bettin' for real coin. You all know I wouldn't screw you out of any _real_ coin. I was mostly just \"Tryin' out a new technique. No 'arm no foul yeah?\" None of these justifications seemed to stop the bulky figure from rounding the table and wrapping a large hand around Quinn's neck. \n\n\"I, for one, have never trusted you.\" His grip tightened as Quinn's feet began to raise from the ground. Quinn's head shifted to the side as he began to search the table for something to smack his co-worker with, but instead, caught a glance of their prisoner rousing from her slumber. \n\n\"Sh-she's awake, boys.\" Quinn rasped. The bulky figure gave a brief glance to the drow before dropping Quinn on the ground, sent clutching his throat and taking in laboured, wheezing breaths. \n\n\"Awake?\" The thin figure stood from the table and began wiping his hands on his pants. \"Well, it's about time. Mathis, find a torch and light this place up.\"\n\nThe bulky figure gave a nod and moved to the corner of the room. He was now obscured from view, but rustling could be heard. Suddenly, the room was alight, a soft yellow glow emanating from the torch.\n\n\"Wake up, drow.\""
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"author": "cowboybebop6418",
"message": "They'd woken up a while ago, just long enough to hear most of their conversation. They were playing cards. Ilarie wasn't a fan although they knew the game from hanging in sleazy bars with people they didn't need to around if they weren't Diablo. While awake, they'd studied the room the best they could in the fun lighting. The outlines of objects and the slight smell of rust proved this place even worse than a country's prison.\n\n\nThey had no idea where they were, or who they were with. From the racket the others were making Ilarie guessed three. One was named Quinn, another named Mathis. Presumably, two out of three were male, with the one being 'Quinn' didn't have a recognizable pronoun or at least, they hadn't heard one. But- Ilarie was still a novice at the language, it not being the first one they learned. Even then, they weren't one to judge based on such petty things as gender. Something they did judge in was fact. And they would concur that these idiots we, most likely the bottom of the barrel for whatever they worked for. And, they were absolutely sure that Diablo was female, which wasn't the case. It didn't matter at this point.\n\n\nThey looked up, cold eyes searching the figure for any information that could be of use to them. The person, most likely the Mathis called them Drow. Their ears weren't covered, and without the fair skin pompous Elves carry, that presumably was what they thought. \"I am not Drow. Nor am I she. What do you low class heathens want from Diablo?\" They asked, thick foreign accent in their words."
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"message": "Town Hall Near Lake Fey in the Inland City of Jezera, Astoria.**\n\nJezera's sandy beaches on the shore of Lake Fey were beckoning Tyras, but today he was called to a higher purpose. Lord Tywell Vandel had taken ill the night previous, and now his only son, Tyras, was left with the task of filling in at that day's town hall meeting. Astoria's capitol was Zahrada, but the city of Jezera still had its own brand of political intrigue. The lord spoke of the task as a great honor, but the lord-in-training had a different opinion concerning it.\n\n\"Lord Vandel...\" Urged a clerk. Tyras was rubbing his eyes, trying to ignore the roar of the crowd, which had gotten out of control again. \"Lord Vandel...\"\n\n\"Lord Vandel is my father, Rejick.\" Tyras said, not looking up.\n\n\"You are both lord Vandel, I think.\" Rejick said. \"And if your father isn't here, I think that you are lord in his place.\"\n\n\"Is that so?\" Tyras asked sarcastically, looking up at the clerk.\n\n\"Well, now I'm not sure...\" Rejick muttered, which made Tyras shake his head.\n\n\"I can't take much more of this.\" The junior lord pounded his fist on the desk he sat behind at the front of the hall while presiding over the meeting. \"Quiet down, please. Quiet down.\" The rabble slowly subsided. \"After a discussion that took much longer than I thought was necessary, I'm glad it was decided that we shouldn't empty our sewage into the lake. Great. Now, did anyone else have any more issues that they wanted to address?\" A woman raised her hand. Tyras let out an audible sigh. \"Please step up to the podium.\"\n\n\"My name is Nancy Munson, and I wanted to bring attention to the menace to our community that is magic.\" She said.\n\n\"That's a very serious claim, Mrs. Munson. Astoria, and by extension, our city, has been a haven for magic practitioners of Marin for years.\" Tyras said, perking up after having little interest in the preceding events thus far. \"Please elaborate.\"\n\n\"The people who live in the house next to me use magic. They are harassing me.\" The woman continued.\n\n\"How, Mrs. Munson?\" Tryas prompted.\n\n\"Yesterday afternoon, I went over to tell them to stop playing their curse music.\" Mrs. Munson started.\n\n\"It wasn't curse music. We are a performing trio. It was the middle of the afternoon. We followed the noise ordinance.\" A voice yelled from the back. Mrs. Munson did not acknowledge it.\n\n \"An hour later, when I was hanging my laundry out to dry on my clothesline, the outside of my house started to shake, as did everything in my yard. It went on for some time. During the magic attack, a number of my articles of clothing fell to the ground and became dirty again.\" Mrs. Munson concluded.\n\n\"Are you talking about the wind?\" Tyras asked, confused.\n\nMrs. Munson was silent for several seconds. \"I know it was magic! Get those filthy magic people out of our town!\" She screeched. The crowd rose to its feet in an uproar. Everyone was shouting their own opinion.\n\n\"Quiet down. Quiet down.\" Nothing changed. \"Silence!\" He shouted. A few people in front glanced at him before returning to the out-of-control arguing. Tyras glanced at Rejick before rolling his eyes as he gave in. \"Lovely meeting, everyone. Let's do it again soon. Town hall adjourned.\" Tyras could barely make out his own voice above the roar of the crowd as he said his closing remarks. He slid his chair back abruptly, causing it to fall over. He left the hall without picking it up, making a beeline toward Vandel manor, his family home.\n\n. . ."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\nShe'd arrived at the manor a little over an hour ago, and spent a good portion of it waiting in the parlor to be received. As soon as she arrived she was told Tywell was unavailable, and that they would check on the availability of her betrothed, Tyras. Natalia didn't mind the wait, she pulled back the curtains, allowing the sun into the room that obviously had only been spot cleaned in the last year. Particles of dust floated in the space around her, and she made it a point to calm her breathing. The last thing she wanted was to be caught mid-sneeze when the door finally opened. \n\nAnd when it did, she was met by a servant, petite and brunette with hair that framed her face to make her look much younger than Natalia thought she might be. \n\n\"Lord Tyras still hasn't returned. Would you like to return some other time, and I can let him know you asked for him?\" She asked, and Natalia shook her head. She'd only waited because of formality, and her approach to the door had the woman stepping back a bit. \n\n\"As much as I'd love to see Lord Tyras, I have business with others in the manor as well. Thank you for your attention, but it would best be served elsewhere.\" Natalia had known the manor for years, and just as she turned into the main hall she was greeted by a rushed plump woman who looked like she'd just seen a ghost.\n\n\"Lady Vena!\" Charese breathed, her voice a huff and her cheeks a bit pink. \"Good, I heard they'd stuck you in the parlor and came to retrieve you as soon as I could, my deepest apologies, Lady.\" \n\n\"It's fine, thank you-\" Natalia started, but Charese bolstered on. \n\n\"I suppose they thought you were only here to meet with the Lords of the house. I should have let them know to send you my way as soon as you arrived, I just didn't expect you so early.\"\n\nNatalia raised her brow. \"I was told to be here early, have you forgotten?\" \n\nThere was a pause, and whether it was from a lapse in memory for the older woman trying to subtly catch her breath, Natalia wasn't certain. \n\n\"Last time we'd spoken we determined the best time to get Tyras available would be before the day had fully started.\" Her fingers smoothed over the front of her dress, a deep olive color that complimented the gold in her skin. \"I believe it would have worked, had he not been asked to fill in at the town hall meeting.\" Natalia gave a gentle smile.\n\n\"We'll have to postpone once more, at this rate we may never see a wedding.\" Charese murmured, disappointment clear on her voice. Natalia shook her head, continuing on the path she'd started before she'd been discovered. \n\n\"Nonsense. I've set plans into motion weeks ago. The tailor should be arriving within the hour with our wedding attire, and the menu has been completed as well as the guest list; I finished both two nights ago.\"\n\nCharese's brow raised, her pink face a bit shocked to hear she'd completed things without her assistance. \n\n\"Don't give me that look, I haven't been able to sleep with the rains, I needed something to do.\" \n\n\"Was it wise to have the Lords wedding attire started without a fitting?\"\n\n\"Tyras is a busy man, we've scheduled fittings before to no avail. Something will always come up, and there's really no need to bother the man when I had other ways of assuring a fit.\"\n\n\"Enlighten an old woman, Lady Vena.\" Charese said, falling into steps that took two to match the single stride of the taller woman.\n\n\"Between the tailor's portfolio of my betrothed and a few pieces in his current collection that fit him in _just_ the right ways.\" Natalia gave a small smirk, envisioning just the pieces she had used to construct the perfect fit for the man. \"I think I've come up with something that should work perfectly. My concern falls more with whether or not he'll ever have the time to wear it.\" With that, Natalia paused their stroll. Her intentions to find her favorite drawing room to continue the discussion were cut short as she passed Lord Tywell's personal study. It was empty, the lamps burning just low enough that they could serve as pilot if needed, and her fingers laced together.\n\n\"On second thought, before we delve into plans and schedules,\" Her gaze moved from the empty office to the short woman at her side. \"I'd like to step in and see Lord Tywell. Have tea prepared for us in the sunroom, maybe Tyras will arrive in that time.\" Charese gave a firm nod before heading off, and Natalia pressed her lips into a tight line before ascending the steps to make her way to the residing Lord's chambers."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria.**\n\nTyras slammed the front door after arriving home and leaned against it with his head drooped. The meeting had sapped him of his energy. The beach would have to wait for him until another day. As he mustered the strength to keep living, some dust entered his nose, tickling it to the point of sneezing. \"Did someone mess with the curtains?\" He asked to an empty parlor. He tossed his coat onto a hook and went to the kitchen where he then opened some wine that he drank straight from the bottle. Partway through, he stopped to breathe and noticed a servant staring at him from the kitchen entryway. \"Don't worry, Ruth. I'll still be down for dinner. I just needed a pick-me-up.\"\n\n\"I don't judge, my lord.\" The servant said.\n\n\"Judge? What would— never mind... How is Dad?\" Not wanting to bring up an unpleasant topic, he changed the subject.\n\n\"He's still in bed, but you have guests.\" She responded.\n\n\"Who?\" He asked, taking another swig.\n\n\"Lady Vena is here, as is the wedding planner, though the latter comes and goes too frequently to be sure.\" Ruth said.\n\n\"Tell her I'm not here.\" He said, not in the mood for more planning.\n\n\"I think she already knows you're here, my lord.\" Ruth said, trying to keep him from leaving.\n\n\"How?\" Tyras asked.\n\n\"Unless the poor girl has gone deaf, the whole household heard you slam the door.\" Ruth explained.\n\n\"Oh... Thank you, Ruth.\" Tyras said, angered at his own carelessness. He walked down the hall with the opened bottle in-hand. \"Nat!\" He called out. Tyras spotted Lady Vena and ~~her~~ their wedding planner near the door to his father's chambers. \"Everything alright?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jerzera, Astoria**\n\nThe house had practically shook with the force of the lord's arrival, and Nat had paused look enough to glance to the ceiling, almost certain he'd send it down on their heads to keep from being asked more questions. \n\n\"Shall I go fetch him before he disappears out the back door?\" Charese asked, and Nat gave a small smile. Her name was called, the man's voice filling the hall, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Tyras approaching. \n\n\"Of course.\" She answered his query, turning to greet him properly. \"I thought you might be gone a while, wanted to give my well wishes to your father before tending to my own business.\" The woman's eyes flickered down to the bottle he held by the neck, and she tilted her head to the left just a little bit, hoping to catch the indicator on it to know just how _badly_ the meeting had gone. \n\n\"I take it the town hall meeting didn't go so smoothly, Ty?\""
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria.**\n\n\"Oh, you know Jezera politics. Every day is more exciting than the last.\" He laughed at it his own joke, but it came out sounding more like a wheeze. \"My father has been ill. I'd hate for you to go in there and catch with whatever ails him.\" He then realized that a sick fiancée might delay wedding plans to another day. \"Although I wouldn't stop you if you insisted.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\nShe gave a small nod, something of a smile hitting her lips at his joke, and she shook her head. \"You're right, there's no real need for me to disturb the man. He needs his rest for a full recovery.\" Natalia mused, and Charese cleared her throat, still lingering a few steps behind the woman. \n\n\"Since you're both here, it would be an ideal time to get some things settled- really nail in those little details for-\" Natalia raised her hand, and the words stopped short as she looked to Charese. \n\n\"A moment, Charese?\" She prompted, and the plump woman pressed her lips together but nodded, retreating to the end of the hall to give them some sort of privacy without letting them out of her sight. She knew if she did she'd never catch them together again. \n\nNatalia waited until they were out of ear shot before letting out a breath. \"I can send her away, if you'd like to spend the rest of the evening nursing that bottle and away from the rest of the world.\" The words -if used correctly- could be sharp, but she didn't lace them with poisons or hostility. \"The date will arrive whether we plan for it or not.\" She said, half jokingly, but knowing her mother and father would be livid if the ceremony was anything but perfect."
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria.**\n\n\"I can nurse it while she's still here.\" Tyras said reluctantly, knowing the offer was something that Natalia had never really put on the table. He wiped his mouth with the loose end of his shirt sleeve. \"Do either of you want a glass? I'm more than happy to share.\" He asked loudly enough for Charese to hear at the end of the hallway."
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"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\nThe woman gave him a thankful look. \"A glass would be nice.\" She said simply, and turned to motion for Charese to come back. She did, with a life in her step like an overeager canine. \n\n\"Lady Vena has procured your attire for the event, as well as her own. We really should get you fitted to assure she did an acceptable job with the blind measurements.\" She started, gripping Tyras by the elbow."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria.**\n\nCharese clamped onto his arm like a vise and happily dragged him to the room in the manor where she had set up shop with wedding supplies. She let go of his arm to ready a presentation of what they wanted him to see. Meanwhile, Tyras went to the nearest drink cart and poured Natalia a glass of wine. He handed it to her and waited for whatever he was supposed to see."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\nAs it turned out, Charese had neglected to give her the majority of the details. She'd acted as if nothing had been planned since Tyras was unavailable, but as she dove into her notes, it felt like the majority of the ceremony and it's preparations had already been completed. She took the glass Tyras offered her, careful not to let their fingers touch as she did so, and carefully lowered herself into the seat allocated for her. \n\nMainly, it seemed Charese wanted Tyras' approval on things she'd already discussed with Natalia. The guest list, who should be placed in positions of honor, the menu, location, and a million other questions that Natalia herself had already been asked and answered. \n\n\"An elopement doesn't sound too bad when it's all laid out like this. One or two major decisions a day seem like nothing until they're being read off to your betrothed.\" Natalia murmured, her lips grazing the top of her glass as she glanced to Tyras. \"You're allowed to change anything, it won't hurt my feelings. If this were my dream wedding, we'd have been married on the shore months ago and we'd be enjoying our spring along the coasts touring Astoria.\""
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"I suppose it's too late to put it off until next year when you can have your dream spring wedding.\" Tyras suggested, open to an extended window of time more than simply being interested in fulfilling a dream. He had tuned out much of the superfluous information like seating arrangements. The food and drink held his attention the most, but he had nothing to add. \"It all sounds fine to me. You've both done a terrific job.\" He held up the bottle in a half-hearted gesture of gratitude."
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"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"It's far too late, my lord.\" Charese said pointedly, but smiled happily when he complimented their work. Finally she stood, and pointed to them both with a firm look. \"I'm going to fetch the attire _don't move from this spot or I'll have you both tied up until your wedding day._\" She warned, and while Natalia thought it was supposed to sound playful, it certainly came across more as a mother scolding her children than anything. \n\nCharese left, and Nat took a generous sip from her glass, her gaze lingering on the doorway. \"Why, may I ask, do you keep trying to extend the arrangement?\" Her question had her turning to look at him, her warm gaze moving over his features before settling on his eyes. \"Is it an issue with the title or the bride?\""
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"It's because of what you said. It's an arrangement. I'm not naïve. I figured it might come someday, but now that it's here, it just feels *Odd.* And it's not a problem with you, either. I've known you most of my life, Nat. If I couldn't stand you, I'd try harder. Still, when I think about the future like the wedding and one day taking over for my father full-time, I'm filled with a strong feeling of hesitation. The Vandel house leads Jezera. That's how it has always been, a family of born leaders, but when I think of myself one day holding that mantle, I don't feel born to lead.\" He couldn't hold eye contact with Lady Vena and dropped his gaze to the floor."
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"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\nAlone, it was easier to talk. She pushed herself from her seat and moved to close the door Charese had left open, sliding the lock into place so the woman wouldn't disturb them. She might pound on the door, but she wasn't strong enough to break it down. \n\n\"I'm sure any time your father falls ill it doesn't help those fears either, Hm?\"She mused, returning to her seat and taking her glass. Only now that they weren't under someone's watchful eye did she place a hand on his arm, squeezing it once sympathetically. \n\n\"I think you've come into a wonderful time in history where leadership is not longer being represented the same way. A born leader differs only in charm and charisma. You have those traits, they're just ivershadowed sometimes by your temper.\" She teased, trying to make light of it. \n\n\"Besides, I'll be at your side, ready and willing to help sway Jezera in your favor and maintain support for you. We can handle it when the time comes, we're good partners at the end of the day.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nVandel Manor - The Inland City of Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"You're right that my father's health is a concern. Any time is too soon to lose him, but I know he'd want to live to see me get married.\" He said, partially conceding to Natalia. \"I know why I have reservations, but what puzzles me now is why you don't seem to have any at all. Why is that?\""
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"message": "**Natalia Vena\nVandel Manor - Jezera, Astoria**\n\nNat took a sip of the glass he'd give her, only to find her taste for wine hadn't changed. She'd not found one she liked, and often found herself denying it at events. \n\n\"'Reservations' isn't the word I would use. That makes it seem like this is something I can walk away from. I've known since we were five that I'd marry you, and my whole life has lead up to being your wife and Lady of Jezera.\" She shifted once more in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position in the wooden chair. \n\n\"Nervous that its finally happening, I'll concede to that fear. But I hold no reservations about it, there's not as much riding on my shoulders.\""
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"I don't know. My father usually keeps track of that sort of thing.\" Tyras said before taking a sip from the flask. \"I have nothing else important today if you want to check it out.\" He said, hoping to avoid more wedding plans. He gestured with sardonic excitement toward the crowd and banners."
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"message": "**Natalia Vena \nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\nNatalia nodded at the offer, figuring it might be a good way to step out of the tension that was wedding planning. She'd not had the pleasure of a traveling show in quite some time, and the dazzling colors felt like a true welcome to Spring. \n\nThe crowd was bustling, laughing and enjoying sweets, taking the time from their day to get to know their neighbors and loved ones. A few greeted her and Tyras as they passed; polite bows here and there, but nothing extravagant as they made their way closer towards the makeshift stage that had been set up. Two men stood upon the platform, one dressed in all red and the other in all greens, performing something that could only be assumed to be a comedic duo. Natalia didn't personally find it entertaining, but she was never a fan of comedy to begin with. \n\nWhen they finished their parts, and departed the small stage with bows and scattered applause, she leaned her head a bit to the side to comment something to Tyras, but the words caught in her throat as a flash of smoke appeared on the stage, and a man stepped out from the crowd, causing a wave of gasps and cheers through the crowd at the appearance of the magician."
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\nTyras returned nods to those who gestured toward him. It appeared that his father's reputation still carried weight with the townspeople.\n\nTyras was out of breath from laughing by the time the comedic duo had ended their routine. \"Oh boy, I love a good laugh...\" He clapped as the scene transitioned to the next performance. \"I didn't know they allowed mages into non-magic groups.\" He commented."
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"message": "**Natalia Vena\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"I wasn't aware either. I wonder if that's an addition that only runs in Astoria.\" She mused, her lips pressing together tightly. The mage made her skin crawl, and she couldn't help the furrow in her brow.\n\n\"I can't believe they'd let him preform in public.\" She breathed, and it seemed she wasn't the only one uncomfortable by the situation. Half the crowd had gone stiff as the mage revealed a golden gilded cage. From within it, a tiny swing sat empty, and with another cloud of smoke a bright yellow canary took the perch, earning scattered applause and gasps alike in the crowd. \"It seems like the kind of thing Marcia Ellis would-\" As soon as she said the name, the woman's voice rang out from the back of the crowd in protest."
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nDurkhan Castle\n\nZane looked out at the night sky, a cigar hanging loosely from his lips. The smoke idly danced around his face, creating shapes that the man lost himself in, the moonlight illuminating the shapes softly. It had been a few hours since he and Robyn had gone to the Blazing Bull, and Zane regretted every minute since they returned. He had sent Robyn away, claiming that he had some things to sort out before he could tell Robyn about what his position in the court was, but he had never sent anyone for the boy, so he had spent the last few hours in silence, not wishing to tell Robyn how he was the Astorian spymaster.\n\nSo when the door leading from the balcony to his office opened, Zane was a little more shocked then he wanted to let on, idly turning to face it with a brow raised. Robyn's head peeked out, his hand idly tapping the glass of the door.\n\n\"Father?\" He started meekly, taking a shaky breath. \"Is it okay for me to join you?\"\n\nZane idly hummed as he turned back to face the moon. Robyn took it as an invitation, and moved next to him.\n\n\"You said you'd send for me, but that seems like it was a lie.\" Robyn mumbled from next to him, his eyes locked onto the moon like his father's.\n\n\"Less of a lie, and more me being afraid, if I'm being honest.\"\n\n\"Why would you be afraid?\" Robyn asked as he turned to face Zane, confusion lacing his tone and expression.\n\n\"Robyn, there are so many reasons for me to be afraid.\" Zane sighed, shaking his head softly. \"I was born into slavery, never really had a father myself, so I don't know how to act around you. I randomly have to co-run a country, the ruler having a penchant for running off and leaving me and her right hand with more questions then answers. Hell, the only truly stable things in my life are alcohol, cigars, and the weight of my position.\" Zane took the cigar from his mouth, turning a bit so he could glance at Robyn. \"Robyn, when you go from being someone with nothing, being used as a toy by those in charge, to suddenly being in charge of anything, you run the chance of losing stability.\"\n\nRobyn looked away from his father as he heard all this, turning back to face the moon. \"Well, does that mean that you don't trust me with the knowledge of what it is you do?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Zane mumbled, shaking his head. \"But it's more for your sake then my own.\"\n\nRobyn's just raised a brow, but never turned from the moon, causing Zane to sigh.\n\n\"Robyn, I learned you existed in the middle of the Witherlands, where we were trying to get our Queen out of being a glorified hostage. Then a few months later I get the courage to speak to you, and to tell you I'm your father.\" Zane started, taking another long hit from his cigar.\n\n\"I know this, Father. I was there, if you remember.\"\n\n\"Smartass.\" Zane sighed out, a small smirk playing on his face. \"The reason I don't know if I should tell you, is because of how important it is. You immediately become a national risk, and I don't know if I can force that onto you.\"\n\n\"How important are you, if I become a national risk?\"\n\n\"Very.\"\n\nRobyn nodded slowly, moving his elbow up onto the railing, resting his face on his hand.\n\n\"I don't mean any disrespect, but for now I have to hide it from you.\" Zane told him, taking another puff from his cigar. \"But when I know you can handle the truth of what I do, and when I know you won't do anything rash, then I can tell you.\"\n\n\"Why do you assume that I'll do something rash?\" Robyn asked, eyes tracing the smoke that rose from Zane's cigar.\n\n\"Cause you're my son.\" Zane mumbled, shaking his head a bit. \"I know that if I was in your position, I'd more or less freak out. Couple that with the fact I have a penchant for getting drunk, and there may be a slip up.\"\n\n\"I don't drink though.\" Robyn told him, eye trailing over to him. \"There really isn't a chance of me getting drunk and spilling any secrets you tell me.\"\n\nZane barked out a laugh as he heard this, shaking his head softly. \"That's fair.\" He mumbled, another hit of his cigar passing.\n\n\"While I'm hurt by your distrust,\" Robyn started, a small sigh escaping him. \"I suppose I can understand. After all, I wasn't going to tell you that I was the son of Amalthea.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I noticed you weren't.\" Zane laughed out, rolling his shoulders a bit. \"You're kind of a shit liar.\"\n\n\"What, you think you're a better liar then me?\" Robyn taunted his father, a smirk playing on his face.\n\n\"Kid, I could out lie your skinny ass any day of the week.\" Zane responded in kind, as he turned to his office. Zane rummaged through the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out another cigar. He quickly prepared the cigar, cutting the end a bit and lighting it, before he moved out to the balcony again. Robyn lazily glanced to his father, raising a brow as he handed him the cigar.\n\n\"Take it kid.\" Zane took a hit from his cigar, smirking to Robyn. Robyn took the cigar from his father, raising his brow as he lifted it to his mouth.\n\n\"Should I really be smoking?\" Robyn asked, idly taking a hit of the cigar. When he broke started to cough, ripping the cigar from his mouth, Zane laughed.\n\n\"Don't actually fully inhale it.\" He told him, shaking his head a bit.\n\n\"Thanks for telling me that now, asshole.\" Robyn mumbled, rolling his eyes.\n\nAnother laugh left Zane, and he smirked as he looked at his son. The two of them spent the rest of the night talking, trading stories and joking as they bonded, cigar smoke idly lazing into the sky."
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"author": "udbv_1",
"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDespite their disapproval of Gray's plans initially, eventually he convinced his parents as a way to expand their house's influence. His father, Gray, saw it especially as a way to keep the Gray name alive, unbroken in its chain. Though the land claim didn't inherently come with a wife for the youngest of the Tolbert family, holding lands was an attractive position to noble ladies.\n\nOriginally Gray was to show up at the Astorian capital with just himself and a driver, but after finally receiving the support of his mother and father, he showed up with a caravan. The caravan of Gray and his things rode directly to the Grand Duchess' keep. Outside it he wasted no time, he approached a guard, \"I'm here to speak with the Grand Duchess,\" And waited impatiently until the duchess came out or he was let inside."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe last two days had been a blur. She'd heard of Angelica's early delivery around the same time she got news that a caravan was headed towards the keep. It wasn't anyone her scout recognized, and suddenly she was very aware that she didn't a replacement for Lord Stafford on hand yet. A recruitment would have to start, but it wasn't the time now. Zane was in the capitol, undoubtedly around the castle, and she could call upon him if needed. \n\nLately, it felt like there had been an entire rotation of her staff, and she wasn't particularly keen on that fact. \n\nWhen finally the caravan arrived at the keep, she waited for the guards to report back who it carried. No name came, just the demand that she was to be seen, and she pressed her lips tightly before agreeing to an audience. In the time it took for them to be allowed into the grounds and lead to the receiving room, she'd changed into something more appropriate for guests, though not lavish. The spring brought warmth with it that kept her from adorning the sleeves and layers she had all winter, opting for lighter fabrics that still held her favored jewel tones. \n\nShe entered the room, her shoes clicking a bit on the tile as she walked, and paused before those who had come to see her."
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAs Gray was led into the receiving room, he took in his surroundings, learning about his hostess based on the presentation of the keep. But as if by habit, rather than genuine feeling, he greeted the Duchess with a bow \"Your majesty Grand Duchess of Astoria and Queen of South Feyshore, I am most gracious you took time out of your no doubt busy schedule to see me. I have some matters that I'd like to discuss with you.\"\n\nHe pulled a few envelopes out from the inside of his coat. He held them in hand waiting for a response."
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\nTyras was still having a great time at the festival."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe man bowed, and the way he held it before rising radiated nobility. Or at least a decent upbringing. He reached inside his coat, putting a few envelopes from the interior breast pocket, and she couldn't help the quirk of her brow upwards. \n\n\"I assume the matters you wish to discuss are preferred to be held in private?\" She prompted, and turned her attention from him to a guard. With a nod, he stepped out of line, a hand pressing into the seam of the door behind him to open the small parlor that was tucked off the main room. Anyanka turned, and headed for the room, keeping a few steps before the man who had come to visit."
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"In private or in public makes no difference to me.\" Gray noted as he walked inside the privacy of the parlor behind the Duchess. The view in Astoria was quite a wonder. But in the parlor, he got right down to business. He held the documents out to the Duchess, \"I've come to reclaim my home. Inside these documents you will find the deed in my name and a signed letter from the previous owner, my father, that the lands known as the town of Stesk, are indeed mine.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe spoke, and his extended arm that held the envelopes out to her lingered for a moment as she blinked, trying to process if he was joking or not. A laugh escaped her, a gentle puff of air through her nose as she smiled, and she leaned back a bit. The motion brought her rear to the table behind her where she'd intended to offer him a seat, but since he'd just jumped into it, she no longer felt the urge for small talks and gestures. Her fingers curled around the edge of the table as she pressed against it, letting her gaze move up his arm to his features as he stood before her. \n\nThe platinum of his hair was almost white, and it made it difficult to determine his true age. \"I beg your pardon?\" She asked, and shifted a bit, letting her head move to the side. With it, her hair tumbled around her shoulders, sending chills over her skin as she returned her gaze to the envelopes. Finally she reached for them, sliding a finger beneath their seals to examine them. \n\n\"The ownership of this territory you're claiming is from the time of the fall. All ownership of Feyshorian lords is null and void as of the establishment of the North and South Feyshores.\" She held the deed up, finally having a name for the man who didn't bother to introduce himself. \"Deserters don't get to walk into Astoria and try to reclaim their previous holdings now that they're prospering, Mister Tolbert.\""
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nGray didn't expect to be rejected, or at the very least not to be rejected for the reason that he was a lord. If anything he expected the reason to be that the Duchess had already installed someone in the town of Stesk. He tried to reason with her, \"You mistake me your majesty, I was only a child at the time of the fall, forced to go along with my family. Do not put the sins of my father on me. For years after I was old enough I tried to go back. But it's hard to garner support for such a proposal when the land is still in the throes of anarchy. It was a combination of being more independent of my family than ever before and the stability that you created that allowed me to finally get enough support to come back. But I still had to part with my family to get here, that letter from my father was no small feat. Given your part in my return I thought I would pay you a visit and go through the formalities instead of just going back to the house I grew up in, for the most part.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHer expression softened a bit when he insisted she not blame the sins of the father on him. She set the letters to her right, letting her fingers linger over the parchment as he continued on. \"So what is it exactly you're asking of me? Stesk is an occupied territory, the home you're looking to claim likely no longer exists, and unfortunately,\" She tapped the letter \"This isn't enough for me to uproot those who have made the territory into their home in the time since yours left. \" \n\nAnyanka pushed herself from the edge of the table, and gave him a small, sympathetic smile. \"You're welcome to join those who live there, but an old claim isn't going to put yourself in a lordship position over the town.\" She turned, crossing the room towards the small chest that sat beneath the window. Within it, she had notes on happenings in Astoria and South Feyshore, intentionally kept at the ready for instances when she'd be questioned. He wasn't the first to return and ask for a territory back. She moved through parchment until she came across the one titled 'Stesk', and straightened. \n\n\"Three other houses are currently petitioning for the lordship position;\" She informed him, glancing to him, then gliding her finger down the parchment. \"Rostav, Bulleck, and Terrow have all submitted claims along with intentions for the territory.\" Anyanka set the small stack onto the table, placing Stesk's page upon the top of the list.\n\n\"No decision has been made yet by my council, so I suppose there's still time for you to throw your name into considerations.\""
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nGray may have exaggerated on a few parts of his story, but it didn't seem to matter. The duchess only focused on one bit of it, it seemed. \"I would appreciate it immensely if you and your council would consider me for the lordship of Stesk. I would not want this journey to be a waste after all that I've had to put behind. Additionally I'm looking forward to refamiliarizing myself with Stesk's population. We were friendly once, I hope to be again.\"\n\nGray began to think on his competitors, \"If I may know, what is the basis for the claims of the other houses?\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Their claims come from families that have done what they could to serve and protect the community in the years after the fall.\" She said simply, moving to take a seat and gesturing for him to take the one on the other side of the table. \n\n\"None have shone through, but it doesn't mean the right candidate for lordship hasn't already reached out.\" She paused, and glanced up at him, looking over his features. \"Or is reaching out now.\"\n\n\"Tell me, Mister Tolbert, of your home and what draws you back to it?\""
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"It's a two story estate, my room and those of my immediate family were in the upstairs. The quarters of the servants were on the bottom, along with the kitchen, the dining hall, and the study. We weren't the richest of houses and only had a few servants, and they really just felt like extended members of the family, albeit a bit more responsibilities than the rest of us. I do miss the house, but what draws me back more than anything are the townspeople. Maybe it was only because I was above them but they were always the nicest folks, and I would like to have them be cared for again.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe redhead pressed her lips together, her expression reading of sympathy. Whether or not the man's story was true was yet to be determined. And true, she didn't fault him for the mistakes his parents had made, the promise she'd made to Eric nearly two years ago itched in the back of her mind. \n\n_No nobles who left after the fall shall regain their old homes or territories._\n\nDid that promise count towards the children of those nobles? Even if their claim was strongest?\n\n\"I'll have to bring your case before my council, I make no promises towards the outcome of your claim.\""
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nOn the inside, Gray was rather perturbed that this did not go according to his plan. But as a lord, he's adept at bottling up his true feelings inside, and acting on the outside.\n\nKeeping calm, Gray inquires \"Thank you, though may I ask how long that will be? I haven't made any sort of plans for housing, and I wouldn't want to go back North or impose upon you.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"By the end of the week, should no other pressing matters come up.\" She answered, and pushed a hand though her hair, letting out a huff of breath as she glanced towards the door they had opened. \n\n\"For the time being you're welcome to reside here, if that's preferable to an inn somewhere in the city. I can have accommodations set up for you either way.\""
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"message": "Gray Tolbert\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I wouldn't want to be a burden on you or your household. Only if you're sure.\" He had to keep up his humble facade, and go against his own wishes. In truth Gray would like nothing more to put up in the duchess' keep than some inn in town."
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"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\nTyras tried to enjoy the show but flashed Natalia a puzzled look at her comment about mages in public. Before he could speak on it, the local anti-magic matriarch made her presence known. \"Speaking of the old hag...\" He muttered in annoyance. \"Maybe we should leave.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nNatalia Vena\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\nFor someone opposed to magic, she did seem to appear as if by it every time something like this came to light. She'd heard more than her fair share of soap box speeches from the woman. Her mother used to insist on it to ground her children in reality, and not let them partake in the sin of magic. Astoria was liberal, to say the least, and while the Vena protege didn't _hate_ magic users, she certainly was uncomfortable at the idea of them having such an obvious upper hand in most situations. \n\n\"Have you heard her speak before?\" Natalia asked instead, glancing to Tyras. \"She makes herself known, what does the Lord-to-be think of the woman? Surely you'll have the..\" She paused, uncertain on the right word \"Pleasure... Of working with her in the future.\""
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"author": "rosstheboss.",
"message": "**Tyras Vandel\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\n\"She hasn't been around when I've presided over meetings in my father's stead, but my father has dealt with her on more than one occasion, and a kind word was never spoken of her.\" The crowd seemed torn between the loud-mouthed shrew and the mage who did his best to perform while ignoring her. \"Why am I never allowed to enjoy anything?\" He mumbled bitterly."
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"message": "**\nNatalia Vena\nCity Streets of Jezera, Astoria**\n\nTyras mumbled something, and she could feel the crowd turning with the dissidence Marcia was brewing. \"C'mon.\" She urged, reaching for Tyras' elbow carefully. \"We should go, before we're put in the middle of this and asked to pick a side.\" She murmured, curling her fingers a bit to catch his attention in case he'd not heard her over the crowd and the performance\n."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\nThe woman inhaled, using the motion to straighten up a bit higher in her seat when he bowed. \"I'd recommend you take your rest somewhere else, considering you just arrived in Astoria, I see no reason you can't find yourself back in your carriage and on the road by sundown.\" \n\nNormally she would have allowed the two days. It would have served as an opportunity for the man to see that Astoria had nothing to offer him in terms of friendship with his Order. The forests of Astoria grew with the pulse of magic every day, and the citizens found refuge from inquisitors like himself within her borders. It was told in whispered hushes that magic users could find a haven here, and she wasn't about to let that be spoiled by a man like Nathan Pate. \n\nBut she didn't know when Mikhail would arrive. And her magic was easy to hide, so long as she didn't get heated enough or find herself in the presence of the dead. Her son's state was a different, and more obvious story. Everyone knew he'd died; but not everyone knew he'd been brought back to them. It was the last thing she wanted for the Order to get their hands on him and send him back to oblivion. \n\nShe turned to the guard who had been standing at her side, and added. \"Make sure he's out of the city by sundown, No exceptions.\""
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"message": "Nathan Pate, Palace of Zahrada\n\nNathan straightened his back and raised his head \"Very well... I shall take my leave... Yet I must remind your Majesty that to refuse ambassadors is considered a most dishonorable act in the South. I am from Terresol myself yet I had not expected such a welcome. May the light of Mae and Ren guide your steps.\" \n\nThe Inquisitor gazed into the eyes of the queen before turning his back and starting to walk away. As he took two steps he stopped. \n\n\"There is one last thing... Something I, as a devout zealot to my Order have to share with you... Rumors of dark magic among your city walls are spreading across the North... I have reason to believe that such things might endanger Your Majesty... Directly or indirectly...\"\n\nHe returned to walk slowly out of the throne room. His steps echoing through the hall in a rather sinister fashion."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe turned, as if trying to intimidate her, and she gave a small smile as he trailed off. \"Isn't it funny how the rumors the cold and dark North always seems to produce never actually come to hold any truth when faced with the light and warmth of the South?\" She questioned, and as he left the throne room she felt her temper flare. \n\n_Of course_ there would be an attempt at an inquisition in Astoria. Now, when things were just feeling to settle into a routine. She shooed the guard beside her off, intent to follow the man to assure he actually abided by her time table. She stepped down from the wooden stage that held her throne, and while his footfalls had echoed with ominous intention, her own filled the room with the light clicking that filled the staff with ease to know she was home. \n\n\"Someone bring Harmattan to me, you'll most likely find him knee deep in the dungeons.\" She ordered, not caring who picked up the command just that it was executed."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane was resting his eyes in the guards quarter of the dungeon, when someone came storming in, calling for him. He lazily rolled his eyes towards the man, a brow raised, as he mentioned Anyanka needing him. Zane sighed as he stood, and waved the man off, moving from the dungeon and making his way to the throne room.\n\nHe made quick time to the throne room, before being waved along the route that Anyanka had taken. He saw her in the distance, and forced down a yawn, shaking his head a bit in an attempt to wake up.\n\n\"You asked for me?\" He questioned as he moved up next to her, glancing over from the corner of his eye."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "The rain fell upon Zahrada as a rider entered the city's outskirts. He paid no more attention to the scurrying peasants than he did to the wet and cold that had seeped through his traveling cloak. The rider was curious of the heightened security, but figured it was due to some rumor he had heard at an inn along the way. \n\n\"Thinking of an inn...\" The rider thought as he gently nudged his horse towards one of his preferred establishments. It took roughly half an hour for the pair to reach their haven from the cold rain. The rider dismounted, unsaddled, and stabled his horse before heading into the inn. After paying the fiery-headed innkeeper and a several friendly words, the traveler climbed a number of creaky stairs and walked through a cramped corridor until he reached his room. \n\nTen minutes later, the man had opened the small window pane after bracing for the cold gust of air that would follow. The rain had eased, though it still continued to fall. The man spoke several words and waited. A raven suddenly perched on the windowsill, eying the man as he tied a small piece of parchment to the bird's leg. With a few more words, the bird took off. It would soon knock against a certain someone's window, should the rain not worsen. \n\nWith this, the man closed the window pane and relaxed upon the small bed within his room. Now, he could only wait."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe days following the arrival of the Order had been dark and gloomy, as if they'd brought disappointment to the land itself just by stepping foot within it. Anyanka had sent a letter to Angelica, alerting her to stay in South Feyshore with Mikhail until things had settled here. A week, at most, she'd hoped. \n\nRetiring to her bedroom, she'd had a bath drawn for herself, and enjoyed the luxury of a warm bath with the sounds of the storms outside to accompany her. Her hair had been washed, and the weight of it sat heavy on her shoulders, the ends still dripping and letting water roll down her back and arms. A fire had been lit in the room to help keep the chill from the rain and stone from reaching her, and she was glad for whomever had thought to stoke the fire while she'd been bathing. When finally she moved to slip into her bed, pulling the covers back and working to untie the knot at the waist of her robe, a tap sounded on her window. \n\nShe would have ignored it as a product of the storm, but a crude _caw_ followed; the tell of a disgruntled creature with a mission who would not be denied. Anyanka's fingers fell from her waist, and glanced to her door. Guards stood outside, on rotation for the night, and would be alerted should she need assistance. \n\nMoving to the window, she paused and squinted a bit to get the shape of the bird. A flash of lightning illuminated it, and the letter it was carrying. It was enough to get her to pull open the window, and she offered the creature her arm. He stepped onto her forearm, and the sigil closest to it's claw started to glow a bit in recognition. She didn't even need to open the letter to recognize the signature of the magic that dripped off the bird, and her heart stopped.\n\nStepping back into the room, she moved to the padded chair before the fire, slowly lowering herself into the seat, her eyes never leaving the raven on her arm. It stretched it's wings, seemingly glad to be out of the rain and near the warmth of the fire, and she guided it onto the arm of the chair to free herself to take the message it carried. Unfolding the damp parchment, she read: \n\n_\"Hey Anya,\n\nIt's me. I apologize for the sudden absence with my entire heart. I'm staying at an inn near the markets. If you wish to not see me, I understand. However, if you do, write a response and replace this letter. Tap the raven's snout and I'll head that way, through the proper channels. Even if you were to give me a death sentence, it would be worth it to see you.\"\n\nLove, \n\nD\"_\n\nHer brow furrowed at the letter, and she read it over once more before giving a scoff to the Raven. It eyed her with quiet curiosity, and she watched it in return.\n\n\"Should I respond, little friend?\" She asked it, and it gave no answer. \n\nAs clever as they were, Ravens didn't tend to have much experience in matters such as this. Dayveth _left_. Another in the long string of lovers who promised to be by her side and left the moment they could. It had firmly rooted in her head that surely there had to be a reason, but she was getting tired of coming up with reasons for why people abandoned the glory at her right hand. \n\nAnd that, was what prompted her to stand. She moved through her chambers, to the small writing desk Angelica had placed there when they'd been rebuilding the castle. It had originally served as a temporary workplace, but she'd taken to it more often now than before her study had been fully built. \n\nShe wrote a response, short and heavy but in her light script, and folded it like his had been to make it easier for the raven to return to him. She moved back to the creature, and paused. \n\n\"Wait for the storm to pass, then you can return the letter.\" She told it, and tapped the raven's snout. It gave a screech, much like the one it had done outside her window, and lifted it's wings to take flight, dodging out the window without hesitation.\n\nAnyanka pressed her lips together, and looked to the empty window where it had disappeared. Men never listened to her. She closed the window, and returned to her bedside to move back into bed when a knock sounded on her door. \n\nShe contemplated not answering, but sighed, and called for the guard to come inside. The door opened, and the dark haired man gave an apologetic look. \n\n\"Your messenger returned,\" He started, and Anya raised a brow. \"With the Prince and Stafford family in tow.\" He finished, and Anyanka blinked. \n\n_Men never fucking listened to her._"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth's raven soon returned and tapped his beak against the window pane. Dayveth quickly moves to raise the pane and allow the bird inside. The mage fumbled with the message attached to the bird's leg before nudging it back towards the open window. \"Thank you.\" He said as the creature's eyes met his own before it's black wings carried it out the window. \n\nAfter closing the pane, Dayveth opened the letter and held it close to the group of candles that dimly lit the room. His heart sank slightly as he discovered the formal tone within the letter, even though he had expected it. Dayveth held the message over the candle and watched as fire enveloped the paper. When most of it had turned to ash, he dropped the remainder and let it burn out before turning to his bags. Dayveth pulled out the proper clothes and cleaned himself up. By the time he was finished, the rain had been reduced to a light sprinkle, allowing him to journey to the castle without too much harassment. \n\nDayveth arrived at the castle, figuring Anya would rather see him sooner than later. He approached the guard post and gave his credentials. \"The Queen ain't happy wiv you,\" Said the guardsman. \n\n\"I could've guessed,\" Replied with a stressed smile. He had spent many nights thinking about how he stood with his former mistress. Dayveth was lead inside to wait, one of Anya's servants quickly moving to inform her of his arrival. Dayveth was aware Anyanka could make him wait all night if she wished, but he was willing to do so. Dayveth stood silently with the same guard that had greeted him as they awaited the servant's return."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nNo sooner did she groan about the arrival of the Stafford's and her _very clearly undead heir of a son_ back into Astoria during a time where an inquisitor had just been poking around, did she get another notice that someone was arriving to the gates. It appeared Dayveth had arrived just as quickly as he'd promised, and she'd surely thought he'd have waited until at least morning. \n\n\"Are the Staffords fine?\" She questioned and the guard nodded. \"Fine.\" She started, moving to close the door with him inside. \"Make sure their rooms are ready, double the staff at Mikhail's door. I'll join them in the family parlor in an hour.\" \n\n\"And the visitor?\" He asked, meaning the man who was sighted at the gates. \n\n\"I know who it is, I suppose I sent for him.\" Anyanka explained, heading to her wardrobe. She threw it open, and in the same motion tossed her robe from her shoulders. The fabric hit the ground at her feet and the guard's gulp was audible. \"Ready the office in the infirmary, I will want a private word with our former physician.\" She told him.\n\n\"Doctor Coren has returned?\" He asked, and Anya raised a brow to be questioned. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. It wasn't enough to sate him, she could tell, but he scurried off anyway to have the man brought to the small quarters in the infirmary that served as an office of sorts."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth was in the middle of staring at a beautiful tapestry that covered the stone cold wall when the servant returned. Dayveth heard the man's footsteps echo off the walls before he turned his attention to the messenger. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he heard the Queen wanted to meet him in his old workspace, of all places. It was fitting, he supposed, as it was where she had tested him before deciding he was worthy of serving in her court. \n\nDayveth obediently followed his escort to the infirmary, wishing that he didn't feel quite so unwelcomed. \"You deserve it though,\" He thought to himself. He stepped into the infirmary and was half-surprised to discover that it was still being maintained. \"I guess Mary's responsible,\" He mumbled as the guard closed the door behind him. Dayveth mundanely started the fire and focused on relaxing himself. He stared into logs, pondering how the following conversation would go. As much as he missed Anyanka, he didn't look forward to what he assumed she would say. Dayveth held his arms behind his back as he waited for the woman he loved."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe changed from her sleeping gown into something quickly. It had no frill or flare, something Charity would have liked for it's simplicity. It had just enough structure to _not_ look like she'd been pulled out of bed, and that's all she really cared about as she walked towards the infirmary. \n\nWhen she arrived, Dayveth was standing in the room, the fire was young and burned more yellow than amber, and she waited in the doorway for a long moment before dismissing her guard with the wave of her hand. \n\nAnya cleared her throat, pulling his attention from the flames, and she felt as if a hand was squeezing her heart as hard as it could when she caught his eye. Her features softened for a moment before she rebuilt them, and clasped her hands together before her, stepping into the room to close the door behind her firmly. \n\n\"So, where do we begin?\" She asked, moving towards the desk, her eyes on her shoes as she walked. \"On why you left your post in the middle of Azarya with no warning, or why you decided you were the man who would try to break a Queen's heart?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth turned to look at his queen. He felt his heart quicken and almost like it jumped in his throat. The doctor took a second to respond, with his best opening being a solid \"I'm sorry.\" He remembered she was beautiful, but the small, critical details had faded. \n\nDayveth turned his body towards her but kept his hands behind his back. \"I... Received a notice, supposedly from the child of my old friend, the knight who I traveled with, if you remember the stories. The message stated that their house had fallen upon hard times, and dire aid was needed. That alone wasn't enough to convince me, but the message also stated that the knight himself was alive, and returned to his home. I was so overcome with emotion, I... Left.\" He waited a moment as he combatted with his emotions once again. The fire popped once or twice, with the only other sound being another \"I'm sorry.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria \n\nShe didn't really know what to say to that. It wasn't as if she wasn't a woman prone to leaving on the drop of a hat when her emotions pushed her into it. And for the first time in her life she was seeing things from Angelica, Eric, and Zane's side of the story. So, she crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her lips together.\n\n\"So why didn't you _tell me_ that before leaving? I wouldn't have forced you to stay, but Gods, Dayveth, you disappeared. We were counting on you to help with the necromancer, when we woke up the next morning to find you'd left in the middle of the night the whole attempt fell apart. We didn't have anyone to fill your roll, Mikhail is still no closer to answers now than before you left all those months ago.\" \n\nAnyanka sighed, and moved to take a seat, the one she'd used when she'd first tested him, the one she occupied every time she visited him while he worked. \"I'm not a monster I would have done more than your friends could have ever asked to help them if you'd given me time. _We_ could have come up with a solution and instead you left me alone in our bed with a thousand thoughts of what I'd done to fuck this up.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth was silent as she spoke. The frustration and exasperation in her voice was near tangible. He took a pause before replying. \"The message claimed it was urgent and that I leave immediately. I believed if I had told you I wouldn't have been able to react in time. Trust me when I say this, but I wish I had told you. I wish I had spoken to you about this. I'm sorry about Mikhail, I swear it.\" Silence once again filled the air, though it still occasionally fought with the cracking flame in the hearth. \n\nDayveth's voice was softer now as his gaze shifted to his boots. \"It was nothing you did, nothing we planned to do. I simply wanted to avoid the politics. I wasn't even sure if I'd come back alive, as the trouble I read about stated dangerous foes.\" \n\nSpeaking of the necromancer business filled him with guilt. He knew that Mikhail was one of the few people that Anya cared about more than him, \"Though perhaps the list was longer now,\" He thought. \n\n\"There is no true excuse for my actions, and I know it was close to, if not, treason and betrayal.\" Dayveth found his throat itching as he said \"I'm sorry, Anya-, your highness.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nIt didn't make her feel any better to hear the crack in his voice. \"Too urgent to turn over and tell me goodbye? To wake me and tell me you'd be back?\" It was pointless to contest his logic, what was done was done. They'd abandoned the mission, they'd returned home with no answers and one less party member. She pushed her fingers to her temples, rubbing slowly as she tried to think of how she wanted to handle this. \n\n\nHe spoke again or treason and betrayal, called her by name then backtracked to use her title. It made her angry, because she didn't think in terms of treason. Queenship was still new to her, though she'd held the position for nearly two years now. She trusted her friends wouldn't betray her, and saw their missteps as simply that -accidents. To think in terms of execution and exile made her no better than those who came before her. Her fury rose, but rarely at those who she felt could be redeemed. \n\nAfter a long moment she let out a breath and stilled her fidgeting hands. \"Your positions haven't been filled. Either of them.\" She told him softly. \"This one-\" She motioned to the desk with a nod of her chin \"Is easy to allow you back into, under the condition your first priority is amending the mistakes you made in regards to my son. Once the Order is _fully_ and completely out of Astoria, you'll work with him towards finding a way to make him feel better.\" \n\nThere was a pause and she straightened a bit. \"The other isn't going to be offered unless you've proven the loyalty I thought you had.\" She told him firmly, hating the tone in her voice. \"But it's good to know you're alive.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "\"I knew you wouldn't approve.\" Dayveth replied quickly in regards to his exodus in the night. He knew it was wrong, and he hated himself bigger. He hated the fact even more, as the letter turned out to be a forgery, created to draw in the associates of the knight Dayveth knew. He had spent his absence fighting bandits and distant warlords, both physically and logistically. However, he didn't plan on telling the Queen in front of him. If she had sent spies after him, they had a decent chance of hearing something about it. However, he didn't say anything else as he could tell she had more to say. \n\nDayveth felt her anger and discomfort, saw it as her hands massaged her head the same way she did before he left. He assumed most of the anger and frustration, if not all of it, was directed towards him. It didn't affect how badly he wanted to go to her and embrace her. Or push his lips to hers. However, the only thing his lips did were the movements that accompanied his reply of \"Of course. My full professional attention is placed upon your son and the Order. My knowledge and skills are at your command.\" \n\nDayveth despised the formality between the two of them. He had no delusions about it being his fault. He didn't dare approach Anyanka or say anything that would worsen their relationship, especially the phrase they used to say to each other commonly. He remained by the fire, a near stone-still object against the dancing light provided from the flame."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe could feel it in the air, how badly he wanted to move to her. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want him to just wrap his arms around her and tell her he loved her the way he used to, but things weren't the same. Not yet, anyway. Her arms had started at a low burn again, and she could feel the warm on the sleeves of her dress when it shifted from it's place over them. She was too upset and it was going to result in an outburst - emotionally or magically. \n\nAnya moved to her feet, giving him a nod. \"Then get some rest. I'll have someone brief you in the morning on what you'll be expected to research into.\" She started towards the door then stopped, unable to ignore that gut feeling. The redhead turned, moved over to where he was seated, and pressed her lips to his firmly. The kiss lasted long enough for her breath to disappear, and when she pulled away, her hand met his cheek in a slap. It echoed through the room, and the motion of the swing of her arm disturbed the fire. Her hand stung in a way that made her want to cry out, but she knew it would ruin her point. \n\n\"Don't ever disappear in the middle of the night again, Dayveth.\" She muttered, clenching her hand into a fist, and turned to leave the room to go find the Staffords and her son."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth felt the magical energy emanating off of the woman he loved. He watched her as she rose to her feet and spoke to him. Before he could reply, she was headed for the door, but then she wasn't. He was surprised to find her face against his, and he did not hesitate to enjoy the kiss she gifted him. Dayveth wasn't expecting her to slap him either. The sting of it was more emotional than physical, though he imagined it was nothing compared to her discovery of his leaving in the night. \n\nAnyanka's order hung in the air as her steps echoed down the corridor. Dayveth stood in silence until the fire crackled. Without looking he snapped his fingers and the fire went out. \"Yes, your highness.\" Dayveth mumbled in a quiet whisper. He was going to order a lot of ale."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria \n\nWhen she finally made it to the family parlor, the one on the third floor of the castle that sat in the middle of the floor, she was emotionally and physically exhausted. She'd not slept the night before, and it was looking to be another sleepless night. Angelica and Eric were seated on the couch, a small bundle in Eric's arms that she could only assume was the new baby. Mikhail wasn't there yet, and she gave a small knock on the wall to signal her arrival, immediately regretting having done so with the same hand she'd just slapped Dayveth with just moments before. \n\n\"Is that who I think it is?\" She asked. There was business to discuss, but it had been years since she'd held a child, and all she wanted was to get the chance to hold her godchild."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nEric had been mid conversation about what the plans for the harvest was around Stormalong, and about how his little pet project of setting up horse farms in the countryside was going until he heard a light knock on the wall and he turnned. Eric smiled when he saw Anya, \"Good evening,\" He began, and then stood up and adjusting Marcus so she could get a better look. The baby was swaddled in a little green blanket so you could only see the little face. Eric began to walk toward Anya and offered the baby over. He was quiet and a little sleepy eyed, but not quite fussy or angry. \n\n\" 'Gelica said you might want to hold him.\" He said."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nEric stood, and she met him in the middle of the room, intent to coo over the child. When Eric offered him to her, she took him without hesitation, shifting the swaddled infant into her arms with an incredulous smile. \"Well, _hello_ little guy.\" She breathed, and her brows knitted together in that look women got when looking at baby _anythings_. \"He's so handsome.\" She added, and looked up to Angelica. \"How are you feeling?\" \n\nAngelica gave a tired smile, and lifted her glass of wine, the fire glinting off the glass. \"I'm fine. Everything went well, he's happy and healthy. It's all I could have asked for.\" She told her truthfully, and shifted a bit to get more comfortable on the couch as Anya moved to take the seat that was right beside the couch so she wouldn't separate the pair. \n\n\"What's his name?\" She asked softly, settling into the seat carefully, wishing Dayveth wasn't on her shit list so she could tease him with the idea of a child of their own."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAfter handing off his child to Queen Anya, Eric took a seat next to his wife and took a sip of his own wine, and when asked the child's name, he smiled. \n\n\"We named him Marcus.\" He said, a little easily. Eric never knew Marcus, he knew that Anyanka and Angelica were rather close to him, so there was a moment where he considered how Anyanka would react to the name. After saying the name, he moved to put his arm around Angelica shoulder."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnyanka raised a brow, and Angelica laughed. \n\n\"Eric chose the name, not me.\" She told her quickly, not wanting to be accused of having named her child after her late lover and friend. \"I had been thinking 'Adam', but Marcus does suit him.\" She said, leaning into the man as he put his arm around her shoulder. A moment passed, peaceful and pleasant before Angelica prompted. \n\n\"So, your messenger caught us about an hour outside the city. We were coming to let you meet Marcus and to return Mikhail. Do we still need to leave?\" She questioned, and Anyanka let out a deep breath. \n\n\"No, I suppose it doesn't matter now, it was just a precaution. A representative from the White Roses saw me a few days ago.\" \n\nAngelica's brow rose. \"As in 'Order of'?\" She asked, and Anya nodded, tucking the blanket down beneath Marcus' chin. \n\n\"I promptly told him to fuck off and get out of my kingdom, but I have no doubt they're going to try to linger in the city for a little bit. Which is why I wanted Mikhail in South Feyshore for the time being.\" The redhead looked up. \"Where is he?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nWithin an instant, both Angelica and Anya had turned to look at Eric to see where the prince had gone. Eric thought for a moment, \"Well,\" He began, \"You'll be pleased to know he made a friend. Likely, he's somewhere with that squire.\" Eric tried to remember the name of the boy, \"Daemon, er, _Coridon_, that's it. Those two have been nearly inseparable since Mikhail came to Feyshore. Though, I'm worried Daemon might not be the best of influences, as my captains regularly punish that one for sneaking out. He's attended a few classes hungover, and he's been caught dumping his water skin and filling it with wine. But the two get along well.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nMikhail made a friend? She was surprised to hear that, but felt bad that she was surprised. Mikhail just didn't have a lot of common age people in Astoria, so it was a pleasant surprise. She laughed when he said that the Coridon boy was a bad influence, and shifted the baby in her arms. \n\n\"Well good, maybe it'll do him some good to get out of his shell. He's what, fourteen, nearly fifteen? It's about time he started making connections like that on his own. \" She mused, and then shifted a bit. \"It's not like I can say I'd be upset if I caught Mikhail drinking wine with a friend.\" She paused. \"Unless it was a girl.\" Then she paused again. \"No, actually no, I'd like to live to see my grandchildren, he can bring a girl home.\" \n\nThey were off topic. \"But right, the Roses. Eric I might have you go with Harmatton to assure-\" \n\n\"Hey Mom.\" Mikhail's voice came from the doorway, and Anyanka turned to greet him, and screamed, scaring Marcus and making him cry as her hand moved to her mouth to stop the sound. \n\nMikhail's hand went to his hair, and a sheepish grin crossed his features as he looked to Angelica. \"I knew she'd hate it.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nEric had been taking the time of Anya talking to take a sip of wine. When she screamed, he jumped a little and almost spit wine, but, thankfully for Angelica, Eric kept it in. Then the baby started to cry and Eric offered to take the child back to soothe it back to a calm state. He didn't really like the sound of a child crying. The hair thing was not Eric's doing, so he decided not to say anything about it. \n\nIn the meantime, Daemon would have bid Mikhail a goodnight and set off to settle into the place he would have been staying with the rest of the squires, since they all still had training in the morning."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria. \n\nEric took the baby, and Angelica decided the introduction of Mikhail's new hair and the crying child was enough for her and Eric to retire. She pressed a kiss to Anya's cheek and murmured a quick '_Sorry_' about the surprise before leading Eric out of the room to the chambers that had been provided for them. \n\nMikhail didn't stay much longer, just long enough for Anya to admit he was right in that it was a good idea to change his appearance, temporary or otherwise. \n\n\"It makes you look almost grown.\" She told him, running her fingers through the dark locks and examining his fingers. \"At least your father sent you something good, it's not going to ruin your sheets.\" She muttered, and Mikhail gave a small smile. \n\n\"I don't think it's a bad thing that I'm looking older, considering the fear I might not continue to grow after the Witherlands.\" He pointed out, and Anya sighed. \n\n\"Why did I let you read, Mika?\" She teased, and they both laughed before Mikhail gave a small nod, dismissing himself to go and get some rest before sunrise. She retired as well, instructing a servant to put out the fire in the parlor as she headed back to her own chambers to finally get some sleep."
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth had spent about a day in the castle. After being brought up to speed on the recent developments within Astoria, Dayveth had returned to his old laboratory. There he found Mara, who was just as upset about his fleeing, and even less forgiving than his queen. However, she was professional as always and put aside her frustrations to work with Dayveth. \n\nHours had passed until the sun had lowered beyond the horizon. Dayveth, tired both physically and mentally, decided to wander around the castle. He hadn't planned on it, but he ended up in front of Anyanka's quarters. Dayveth decided he might as well talk to her. He approached her door and knocked. \"Dayveth Coren, Your Grace. I had some more questions and thought you'd be the most reliable source. If I have come too late I apologize.\"\n\nDayveth glanced at a nearby guard who was glowering at him. Dayveth had earned a certain reputation, one that would take time to repair if that was even possible."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe guards were under strict orders to not let anyone see her tonight. She was exhausted, she'd spent too many hours awake and running around putting out the fires that arose with the passage of the Order through Astoria. \n\nShe was right in thinking they would try to stay, and Zane flushed them out with his network late last night. It has taken the threat of death and more than half of her guard to personally escort them out of the city and across the border, and she'd spent all day doing damage control. \n\n_No, Astoria wasn't under investigation. No, there's no one who can hurt you, you're all protected here, by law and by myself. We do not let fear into our home or lands, please rest assured._ \n\nIt felt frustrating to have to say it a thousand times, and she'd wished her voice would have carried on the wind to bring assurance to everyone who needed it. \n\nSo when a knock sounded on her door, and Dayveth spoke, she contemplated ignoring it. Her head was aching, and she didn't want to talk politics anymore. But, she pulled herself from bed and moved to the door, pulling it open wordlessly to let him inside."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth startled slightly as the door in front of him flew open. He was greeted by Anyanka with an emotion he couldn't quite place, though he could certainly tell it wasn't enthusiastic. Dayveth accepted her invitation inside, however, but he didn't move too far from the door. \n\n\"I heard you've had some success with the Order. Congratulations.\" Dayveth put a decently warm smile on his face, trying to read her reaction. He did have questions, but most revolved around Mikhail. \"I'm sure they've been one of, if not, your biggest worries.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe stepped inside, and she could tell by the way he hovered by the door that she hadn't given him the warm welcome he'd hoped for. It wasn't intentional, she'd just figured it was easier than explaining to the guards through the door why she wanted them to stand down for a man who was, in all technicality, not supposed to be allowed back inside the castle to begin with. \n\n\"Yes, Harmattan managed to prove me right, for the first time in my life.\" She confirmed, and pulled tighter the robe that wrapped around her frame. The fire was going, and a few months ago she would have jumped at the chance to curl up with him before it. \n\n\"You have questions?\" She prompted, shifting a bit on her bare feet."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth couldn't help but to remember all of the time they spent together in this room. He examined Anyanka in her robe, though not quite the same as he did months ago. The fire threw strange shadows across the room and Anyanka's face. His eyes caught her's as he glanced at her face. \n\n\"Yes, though if this is a bad time they can wait. They're about the past few months, the state of Astoria, and Mikhail.\" His tone was light and friendly, and he was hoping she wouldn't shut it down, though Anyanka had every right to."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria. \n\nHer brow rose, but only slightly. \"The middle of the night seems to be an odd time to want to discuss these things.\" She noted, but didn't turn him away. Instead, she motioned to the sofa that sat before the fire, taking to one side of it and tucking her knee carefully to not allow the robe to part. \n\n\"Ask away, Dayveth.\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I apologize, I didn't realize it was so late. The working mood strikes late, I guess.\" Dayveth moved to sit on the opposite end of the sofa. He was dressed lightly in a loose shirt and pants, held by a loose belt and clean boots. \n\n\"My first question is about how Astoria is doing, on a grand scale. As well as its ruler.\" He had heard of the Order of course, but how Astoria had actually felt about it, or handled it. Dayveth had been busy on the road and reinstating himself as Anyanka's doctor. \"Her well-being is one of my occupation's top priorities, after all.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe asked about her, in a roundabout way, and she shifted to let her elbow rest on the back of the couch. Her temple rested on the palm of that hand, and she inhaled deeply before responding. \n\n\"Astoria is fine. We've been working towards the partnership with South Feyshore, working to make sure their farms are up and running before the winter sets in again. The spring was promising, and if the harvest goes as planned this should be the first year in several where there's enough internal goods to survive the winter without importing.\" She said plainly. \"The Order was a misstep, but not one on our part, and it's been handled.\" Thinking on it, she paused, and a small smile graced her features for a moment before she let it fade. \n\n\"Things are actually going _really_ well at the moment, all things considered.\" She mused, and lifted her gaze to him when he asked about her herself and not just Astoria. \n\n\"I'm not physically ill, nor have I been lately. Put your mind at ease in that regard.\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth listened intently to Anyanka as she talked. He was distracted when she smiled, because it was the first time she had since he had returned. He thought about what she had meant by saying \"Things are well.\" Did she mean that things were better because he had returned, or that she had found someone else, and that Dayveth was no longer needed? Both questions ran through his mind as he returned her smile. \"That's good to hear. I'm glad you're doing well.\" \n\n\"I had several questions about your son, Mikhail. I was hoping that they would help me reverse whatever condition he has.\" Dayveth kept his time light, as he knew that Mikhail could be a sensitive topic, as well as that when he left, Dayveth was needed for an important attempt to help Mikhail."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I don't take your questions as insult, so you don't need to be so hesitant about asking them.\" She reminded him. \"You don't sit before me, an inquisitor looking for a reason to take him away from us. Nor are you one of the several enemies I've seem to gather over the years who want to see him dead. He's a sensitive topic, but he's also,\" And she hated to admit it, but after seeing him last night- tipsy and with short dark hair that somehow suited him just as well as his long golden locks of his youth \"Almost a man. I can't protect him forever, so if your investigation leads to some hard questions, please don't be afraid to ask. All I want at the end of the day is for him to be happy and healthy.\" She explained, and then straightened. \n\n\"So, what questions do you have?\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth allowed himself several seconds of lip-biting thought before asking his question. \"Well, I've not exactly experienced or examined him, but from the small tidbits of information I hear, I'm not quite sure what problem he has that you wish me for me to help with. I'd like to know more about him, his health and otherwise.\" Dayveth didn't remember ever meeting Mikhail, though he felt he might have once. \n\nDayveth couldn't help but also admire Anyanka in the room's flickering lighting. The robe complimented her, and it was a familiar piece of her wardrobe for Dayveth, or at least it used to be. Randomly, he wondered, if her alcohol was in the same place, as they had enjoyed peaceful nights sipping on it. Dayveth didn't feel that it was the right time to ask and reminded himself why he was there in the first place."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnyanka blinked, and realized that Dayveth and Mikhail _hadn't_ actually interacted much, if at all. She settled back into her seat, and gave a huff as her eyes hit the ceiling, trying to decide where to begin. \n\n\"Well, as you know, he was risen from the dead. I had made an effort, less than a month after his passing, but I suppose the spell I'd used to do it wasn't the right one. He's told me since, that he remembers watching me preform it. But he was taken to the Witherlands. Nathaniel Vivayn stole him, and raised him using some unknown magic. He's not a magic user, at least from what I know of him.\" \n\nThat definitely felt like something that would have come up at some point. Like when she was trying to escape his keep.\n\n\"So I can only assume he used a third party to do it. But I don't think it was done correctly? Or maybe it was intentionally botched. When I went to the Witherlands to retrieve him, he _seemed_ alright. A bit lethargic some days, and fully restored others. It was only after we left that he started getting worse.\" At this, she straightened, taking an active position in her storytelling as her hands moved in front of her, motioning as she spoke. \n\n\"Which makes me worry that Nathaniel did this intentionally, that he'll only be whole in the Witherlands? As some tactic to assure I stay in the North and marry him.\" She admitted, the words coming in a rush. There were a million thoughts she'd never been able to address with anyone. \"Or, Mikhail said when I preformed my spell, that it was actually a 'restoration' spell and not a 'resurrection', and it had pulled some magic from all the Durkhan ancestors. He said it's the reason I can see the dead now, and have the scars, what if _I_ stole some bit of Mikhail's soul in that ritual?\" Her eyes lifted to him, and she paused. \n\n\"What if he's not right because of me? \""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth listened to Anyanka speak. He enjoyed listening to her tell the tale of her son, and move her hands as she spoke, despite how troublesome the topic was. It reminded him of their older days. He didn't let this interfere with his purpose though, examining each part of the story she told. \n\n\"If this ancestral magic truly drew from all of your ancestors, then their seems that there was literally no option for you to avoid it. It would've affected you dead or alive, but you can't do anything about having literally existed.\" Dayveth held her gaze with a warm smile, hoping she would catch the message that it wasn't her fault. \"As for his condition about being in the north, I haven't heard of it before, but we can look into it. However, you said you can see the dead and have new scars?\" His tone shifted from caring and supporting to slightly worried."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe gave a small chuckle, and waved her hand in dismissal. \"That's off topic, Dayveth. But Mikhail can see them too. I haven't... Seen any sigils or markings on him, but it's not exactly as if I've asked. I've seen the wound that killed him, and the scar it left, but I don't know if there are others.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren \nZahrada, Astoria \n\nDayveth bit his lip for another few seconds before speaking. \"Interesting. I've always assumed you have no other relatives, but do you? And I think I'll need to examine him, and possibly you if you're willing.\" Dayveth meant professionally, but he knew an inevitable snarky comment was on its way. \n\nMikhail's case was truly a strange one, with few obvious leads and hints. Dayveth had experience with a good bit of magics, but not any that sounded like this. Not for the first time, Dayveth cursed the very thing that had been with him for his entire life. Magic was almost always a tricky thing, in his experience."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"We don't. Mikhail and I are the last of the Durkhan bloodline.\" Not that she hadn't tried desperately to change that. At his omment about examining her, she scoffed, rolling her eyes upwards. \n\n\"You'll be disappointed to find the sigils are on my arms, not my ass, Dayveth.\" She reminded him. \"And as for Mikhail that's a question for you to ask him, I can't imagine he'd protest, but I'm not forcing him to feel like a monster any longer.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment about the sigils. \"I didn't expect them to be, Your Highness. I was being professional.\" He hadn't meant to, but Dayveth had allowed a teasing tone back into his voice with his \"Your Highness.\" \n\n\"Then I imagine I'll need to finally meet him.\" Dayveth felt awkward about at least not having a true conversation with Mikhail. He just didn't see him very often. \"I assure you, one of my last intentions is to make him feel like a monster.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe pressed her lips together to try and repress the smile that tried to rise, and when she couldn't actually keep it down, she lowered her head, letting her hair fall forward a bit to hide her face. A moment passed with just the cracking of the fire, and she nodded finally, inhaling deeply. \n\n\"I'll ask him to meet with you tomorrow, if he's not running around with his new friend who has introduced girls and alcohol and who knows what else into his life.\" She huffed, and with that and the relaxing of her shoulders, the tone in the room shifted from two people straining to be professionals to two people who were easing back into a friendship."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren, \nZahrada Astoria\n\nDayveth thought he saw the smallest sign of a smile on her face before she lowered her head. He suspected she was trying to hide one from him, but who knew? He couldn't help but smirk as she explained Milhail's new friend. Dayveth felt the tone shift within the room, and was glad for it. \n\n\"Good luck with that. Girls and alcohol are what fuel most men's ambitions.\" Dayveth remembered when he was first introduced to the pair. Well, he tried to anyway. He didn't remember much of that night."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe let out a breath, and let her gaze linger on him a moment. He looked just like she remembered, and after a long moment she finally asked.\n\n\"Why did you come back, Dayveth? You called yourself a traitor, why risk met hinking the same?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth tensed slightly at her question. He wasn't ready for it, so it required a few more moments of lip-biting before he was ready to respond. \"I believe I just told you.\" He certainly knew what fueled his ambitions. \n\nDayveth leaned back, his face holding a patient expression. He wasn't sure whether they were about to fight or have another conversation, but he was going to avoid insulting her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHer brow pressed together at his response, and she tilted her head to the side, her voice soft as she questioned him. \"You _really_ came back because of me?\" She prompted, and added. \"What if I'd turned you away, or ordered your execution?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth loved Anyanka's voice when it wasn't chastising him or making him feel awful for the things he's done. When she asked her questions, he nodded and kept his smirk, though he softened it a little. \n\n\"Aye, I did. If you turned me away, I'd spend a lot of time with the women and alcohol you mentioned, but I'd be glad I at least tried. As for executing me...\" Now Dayveth leaned back and glanced towards the fire. He was imagining his death day, face down on the chopping block, or maybe the gallows. Both scenarios involved his last sight being the woman he loved. \n\nHe turned to the Queen with a smile that only did a halfway job of hiding his thoughts. \"I imagine it wouldn't be my problem anymore, would it?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe gave a bemused hum at his comment, and let out a long breath. \"It's really not fair, that you disappear, leave me heartbroken, and then smile like that and I want to give you the world.\" She told him, a little annoyed but feeling more heavy than anything. She was tired, she was touch starved and her mind was trying to work out the reasons why exactly she _could't_ just pretend things were back to normal.\n\nAnya sighed, and moved to stand. In doing so, she readjusted her robe a little tighter, and turned her back to him before taking a seat once more, this time in the middle of the couch, and leaned back into him. Her hands found his, and she wrapped them around herself, letting her head lean against his shoulder. \n\n\"This doesn't mean you're forgiven.\" She told him, closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth of him."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth almost stood when the queen did, taking that as a sign for him to leave. Thankfully, his knees were sore from his travels and he was a bit slower. It was because of this that he found his former lover in his arms and relaxing against him. \n\n\"I wouldn't dare think I was.\" Dayveth replied, squeezing her gently as he laid his head against hers. He relaxed, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. \"I missed you,\" He whispered, not even sure if it was loud enough for Anyanka to catch."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnya heard him, and she gave a scoff of a laugh. \"And whose fault is that?\" She countered, but she was only teasing. Her hand laid over his as he squeezed, and she felt him relax. Since he'd returned he had carried so much tension, she could see it in his features. \n\n\"I missed you too, Dayveth.\" She added after a long moment, and let the sound of the fire be the only sound in the room for a while."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren \nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Mine I suppose,\" He answered, but he let enough mirth into his voice to let her know he wasn't terribly serious, though he wasn't wrong. Dayveth squeezed her once again and kissed the back of her head. The fire cackled as it began to die down, needing another log. Dayveth wouldn't move for the world however, and stayed put. He didn't see himself being the first to leave."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nFalling asleep on the sofa hadn't been either of their intentions, but she awoke to the sound of a knock on the heavy door of her chambers. The Queen tensed a bit, uncomfortable at having fallen asleep partially sitting up, and pulled herself from Dayveth's arms. She did so slowly, in an attempt not to wake him, but she had a feeling he'd be awake when she opened the door. Another sharp set of knocks sounded, and Anya fixed her robe as she pulled open the door. \n\nAngelica stood on the other side, her fist paused mid knock as the door swung open. \"Did you forget we were-\" The blonde paused, noting how Anya hadn't pulled the door open more than a sliver, and the other hand that held tight at the breast of her robe. The annoyed look immediately turned to a smug one and Angelica placed her hand on the door, trying to push it a bit open to peek inside. \"Who's the lucky man?\" \n\n\"Angelica, stop.\" \n\n\"Or woman, I'd be stupid to believe I'm the only one who ever- \"\n\n_\"Angelica\"_ Anya insisted, her voice a harsh whisper as she slipped through the crack in the door to close it behind her. \"Nothing happened.\"\n\nAngelica remained quiet, and Anya felt a weird sense of guilt bubble in her chest. \n\n\"Nothing happened, we just slept together.\" Angelica's brow rose and Anya back tracked. \"No we just, _actually_ slept. Nothing happened, I fell asleep, he stayed, it doesn't mean anything.\" \n\n\"I didn't say it did.\" Angelica reminded her, and nodded to the end of the hall. \"Don't forget, Mikhail's training ends in an hour, you might want to go support him. He's actually doing pretty well for a boy who preferred books to metal.\" The blonde flicked her brows once more then took her leave. Anya groaned, feeling 18 again and like she'd just been caught with a boy, and headed back inside her chambers to see if she'd woken Dayveth."
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"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth stifled a yawn as he heard Anyanka's words. He pushed himself off of the sofa with a groan and noticed how she had almost read his mind, yet once again. Dayveth scratched the back of his neck as he looked towards her.\n\n \"I'm already sore and have a crick.\" He paused for a moment. \"Good morning, though. How did Your Highness sleep?\" He wasn't in a hurry to invite the bright sun into their comfortably dim room, though he was nervous that the queen might."
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"author": "blargh.",
"message": "A letter was left on the end of the table and had what looked to be a worn wax stamp. Based off what it is it seemed this house was either lost, or really just small. If opened it would read. \"Dear, Duchess Durkhan, this is Elise from the house Hagen. I know it has been a while since that name has been sent in an official letter, but if you wished I do hope I would be allowed to visit. I will bring fine gifts as thanks. I had recently finished clearing the family's war torn keep. For now I hope you are able to get this. Bid you well, Elise Hagen.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe'd probably gotten the worst of it, considering she'd fallen asleep with him as support. He kind of deserved it though. She gave a small nod. \"I slept fine. I didnt mean to keep you overnight though.\" She looked back at her door, then to him, fiddling with the tie on her robe.\n\n\"I trust you won't tell anyone of this.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth tried to \"Crick\" His back, resounding in a loud pop. He sighed comfortably before slowly stepping towards the Queen of Astoria. \"Oh, afraid I'll share stories about our night of wild sex and fun? I can fill a book with the descriptions of the positions themselves.\" His mind continued the struggle against nearly morning grogginess while he almost sauntered toward Anyanka."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe redhead rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile. \"Shut up, because I know that's not even a joke and you could.\" She admitted, having war flashbacks to last summer. \n\nHe took a few steps toward her, and she put her hands up, finding them against his chest. \"But seriously, how am I supposed to seem cruel and ruthless with a self proclaimed traitor in my bed?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth found Anyanka's hands on his chest and found himself powerless in resisting the urge to return her smile. He had her arms around her waist before he could stop himself. \"Hm.\" Dayveth hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. \"I imagine the only excuse for having him there would be for advanced interrogation, if you were being cruel and ruthless. Possibly whipping him to. Him? I suppose it's me, isn't it?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"You're impossible.\" She murmured, and his arms around her waist made her melt in a way she didn't want to admit. \n\nThe news she had a man in her chambers had no doubt already spread through Angelica and her guards, and the longer he lingered the more guilty they looked. \n\nAnd yet, she didn't push him away. \"They really are going to think we fucked.\" She murmured"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth hoped Anyanka's hands couldn't detect the quickening of his heart through his thin shirt. \"Oh, I imagine they aren't terribly unfamiliar with that idea.\"\n\nDayveth smirked as he tugged the redhead towards him. \"Maybe they'll assume the whipping is too.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnya took a breath, and accepted the motion as he pulled her forward. One morning wouldn't hurt... They had an hour before anyone would _really_ notice she hadn't left her room and someone came looking for her. \n\nShe stayed still in his arms for a moment before she cleared her throat, looking down to where their chests touched. An hour wasn't enough time, and she didn't want to rush to forgiveness when he hadn't proven he wouldn't hurt her again. \n\n\"We should get going..\" She trailed, curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. \"They'll notice if I'm gone much longer.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth felt as if her fingers were pulling at his heart instead of his shirt. \"And what will they notice?\" Dayveth asked as he leaned his head closer to Anyanka's. \"I thought you were the queen?\" Dayveth felt his heart tigthen as he began to feel her breath on his face."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHer own heart started to flutter as he moved closer, and her grip tightened on him. \n\n\"And I thought you were the Queen's lover?\" She countered and there was a beat where she thought someone had knocked, but it was just her foot hitting the wooden floors. She hadn't realized their dance had lead them away from the sofa and fireplace and towards her untouched bed, and she knew she'd be a goner if he pushed."
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Wake up, Mik.\" Daemon would say once delivering a hard kick to Mikhail's bed's leg, shaking the bed and making a loud noise. Daemon was standing over the bed, his arms crossed and most of the room black save for some moonlight spilling into the room. Daemon was dressed rather plainly, in drab dark colors. In the moonlight, Daemon's hair almost looked silver and for a moment and looked almost entirely different from normal. But he had the same smirk the squire always wore. \n\nAnother kick. \"_Wake up._\" He complained. \"The later we wait, less people will be dicing, so _get up_.\"\n\nIt was an hour before midnight and most of the castle was asleep. Daemon had been able to enter due to Mikhail giving him full access to the room, the guards in Astoria rarely argued or questioned much."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria \n\nA sharp kick shook his bed, waking him from a dreamless sleep. That was all he really got anymore, if he was able to fall asleep. He'd taken to tonics to help that, seeing as how it had thoroughly creeped just about everyone in the castle out that he'd gone days without sleeping after his return. The phrase 'you can sleep when you're dead' settled a little too true for him, and he hated wasting what borrowed time he had. \n\nHe'd taken a light dose, just enough of the tonic to make sure his mother and Angelica had actually _seen_ him take some, before heading to bed. Still, he'd managed to doze off a bit by the time Daemon actually arrived. He sat up sharply, and for a heartbeat the glint of silver was mistaken for a weapon above him. The kick spared the thought however, and Daemon's harsh whisper had him pulling back the sheets.\n\nHe was fully dressed beneath them, having made the plans hours ago to sneak out with the squire. \"I'm up, shit.\" He muttered, adjusting his trousers before shoving the man's shoulder. \"Alright, let's go, the longer we loiter the worse chance we have of getting out."
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nWatched him jolt up and quickly get ready to go. \"All right, lead the way then, my prince.\" He said, slightly exaggerating the prince part. Daemon never meant disrespect, but loved to remind Mikhail that he was technically a prince, and to make jabs about it. Once Mik gave Daemon a shove, he moved toward Mikhail's balcony and looked don, it wasn't that far down. He just hoped the trellis wouldn't break. \n\n\"I'll go first. That way when you fall, I'll catch you.\" He joked before bringing a leg over the railing and sitting on it a moment, then sweeping his other leg over. He as facing inside the room and lowered himself, so his hands were on the balcony. If he were to slip when looking for a foothold on the trellis, he might keep his grip on the balcony. Carefully, Daemon lowered his left leg to look for a foothold on the trellis below. When he felt his foot hit something, he shifted his weight onto it to see if it was sturdy. Nothing broke, so he lowered the other foot to another leg of the trellis just above the other foot. Then, he brought his hands down one at a time to find something to grab.\n\nOnce he was securely holding the trellis, Daemon began to climb down, the whole time hoping the thing wouldn't broke and cause him to shatter an arm and look stupid. A breathe of relief escaped Daemon when his feet where planted on the ground. He then looked up to the balcony, to see if Mikhail was coming down."
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"It's cute that you think you'd have the strength to catch anything.\" Mikhail quipped, watching as Daemon hurdled the rail to the balcony and started a slow descent. The prince moved to the ledge, making note of where the squire had stepped to follow the same path down. \n\nHe was certainly a bit slower about it, not having thought his shoulder would be an issue but it certainly didn't help. When his boots hit the ground, he let out a breath, and dusted his hands on his trousers. \n\n\"That's gonna be fun getting back up.\" He commented, and turned to Daemon, because he had no idea where in the seven hells they were going."
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I'll leave you to figure that out and climb up.\" Daemon smiled, patting him on the back before leading Mik away from the keep and down into the city. Slipping by a few guards pretty easily, it was night, and they were plainly dressed boys. He continued to lead Mik into the city of Zahada, passing by most of the nicer portions. Daemon would take him down alleys and roads. As they went, the area became increasingly poorer. \n\nThe inn wasn't very nice looking on the outside and the noise could be heard from outside. Daemon smiled at Mik, \"The best inn in Zahrada.\" As he gestured to it, then walked through the doors, double checking to make sure Mik was behind him. \n\nThe inn looked as bad inside as it did outside. It smelled like bad ale, the patrons were mostly poor looking men dicing away what little money they had. Most people didn't take two glances at them when they entered. \"See? I told you it was nice.\" Daemon smiled brightly."
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe inn that they came upon was seedy looking at best. And it was only as they walked through the streets towards the outskirts of Zahrada did he realize he'd never been this far out from the castle. There was so much of Astoria he hadn't seen, and South Feyshore too for that matter. He wondered if his mother had seen this inn before. \n\nThey stepped inside, and it was exactly what he'd expected, dimly lit with heavy lamps that burned hog fats for oils, and the smell of ale seemed to seep into the walls themselves. \n\n\"It looks like your kind of place, Dae\" He confirmed, not intending it as an insult but not going to apologize if it came off as one. \"Did we come all this way for ale?\""
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nSmiled, \"It really is my kind of place.\" He looked at the old man running the bar, \"Two please, Dan.\" Daemon said. And the ale was brought out quickly. \n\n\"Of course not. We could drink anywhere. We came for that.\" Daemon pointed to the tables of men shouting about dice, then shifted his finger to the alternative table with significanlty less people, who were much more grumpy looking. \n\n\"Ever play before?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Astoria\n\nMikhail saw the man at the bar look.Gim over, but no recognition sparked in his eyes. It was surprising not to be recognized, and the unbelievable freedom that had some with short hair and ink had been enough to force him out of his shell. \n\nWell that, and Daemon taking on the position of his personal guide to the world of trouble. \n\nHe shook his head, watching a man cast a handful of dice onto the center pit of a table. \"No.\" He answered simply, and took the ale that was given to him. He took a gulp of it, and choked to find it tasted like what he imagined ale would if someone had pissed in it. \n\n\"This is vile.\""
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"message": "Daemon Coridon \nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Of course it's vile. The vile stuff makes you appreciate to good stuff.\" He said with smile before taking a drink, trying to suppress a shudder, and walking over to the table. The amount of money being tossed around wasn't much at all, but for most of the men at the table, it was most of what they had. \n\n\"See? IT's pretty simple.\" Daemon gestured. \"Five dice, high roll, then low roll. They do it to try and avoid loaded dice. If all the number happen to be the same, you win no matter what. If, for whatever reason your opponent gets all same numbers, then whoever had a bigger number wins. Or smaller number if it's low roll that turn. It's simple.\" Most of the men at the table were ignoring the boys, more intent at the game."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe wasn't wrong about making you appreciate the good stuff. But he still wished it didn't taste like piss. The prince inhaled deeply, and moved to follow Daemon to the table. No one paid them any mind, taking them as observers in the game as Daemon explained the rules. \n\nWith this hands clasped behind his back, Mika watched the dice fall into the well worn pit in the middle of the table. The man closest to him rolled all 4's, and the others groaned in unison as he took the pot. More coin was tossed down, and they started another round. The prince looked at Daemon, and raised a brow. \n\n\"This is supposed to be fun?\" He questioned as the man who had one the last pot won again with a total of 7."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"It _is_ fun. You don't feel the energy of not know if you're about to win or lose money? Other places will play with extra rules and pairings to make the game more exciting. Places like this keep it simple. It's supposed to be a easy way to pass the time and make, or lose, some money.\" He said, \"Soldiers dice a lot and so do sailors. IT's not hard to carry dice around, unlike cards, they don't get ruined in wet weather. I would know, I've spent a fair amount of time with both.\" \n\nSomeone scoffed at the claim that Daemon spent time with both sailors and soldiers, Daemon ignored them. \n\n\"See? Watch\" Daemon took out a small coin purse and put a few coins out. His turn cam to roll the five dice. The dice were six sided, but had a blank space and only went to five. Daemon dropped the coins in the cup and rolled a 32. Once it'd been passed around the table, the last man rolled a 35 and won the pot. \n\n\"Exciting, isn't it?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria. \n\n\"I don't think I'm drunk enough to appreciate it.\" Mikhail admitted, though he didn't feel like he'd enjoy it anyway. Daemon pulled the chair beside him and Mikhail took it, setting the ale beside him. From his own pocket he pulled a few coins, and placed them in. When the dice were handed to him, he laid his palm out flat, looking over them for a moment. \n\nThey were warm, and it looked like the men playing had been at it for hours without any significant change in coin. He pressed his lips into a tight line, and cast the dice, watching as all five came to a stop in the center of the pit, each with a single dot facing upwards."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Dungeons, Astoria\n\nAnyanka crossed her arms over her chest, her fingernails digging into the bulk of her sweater at the elbows. The walk across the castle grounds to the dungeons had been long, and since discretion was imperative, she wasn't exactly guided by the light of a lantern. The chill of Astorian nights after a long storm was unlike anything she'd experienced in Amoroth. The days were just as cold and harsh at the nights, but the way the garden city could be full of warmth and life and turn ruthless in the midnight hours was terrifying. The forests whispered tales of monsters who lived within them, and the wind carried the stories through the cities and hillsides that weren't flanked by those towering pines. \n\nShe'd taken a pair of Dayveth's trousers for the journey, not wanting to dirty even one of her more plain gowns with the dirt of the dungeons and wet grounds. It felt weird, to be sneaking around her own home, but she wasn't going to sacrifice months of planning for the comfort of a lantern and a guard. \n\nWhen she arrived, she found the heavy double doors laid in the earth. Upon it's construction, she'd explicitly instructed the dungeons be built beneath the hills on the far western side of the territory. It was closest to the woods, so should anyone manage to escape, they'd find themselves the victims of the wolves within it. So far, none of those who had found themselves imprisoned had managed to find their freedom from the pit.\n\nCareful fingers moved along the door, searching for a handle that she found after two runs over the wood. A heave moved the door enough to step down inside, and she turned to guide the door back down over her head so it wouldn't slam in the middle of the night under it's own weight. \n\nA guard met her at the bottom of the stairs, a torch raised high above him to catch her features. The Queen dusted her hands on her borrowed trousers, and gave him a small nod. It was one of Harmattan's crew, though his name she didn't actually know. She knew nothing about the spymasters network aside from their undying loyalty - to him, not to herself or the crown- and the names they were assigned. This one, if she remembered correctly, was named 'Crow' after his dark features and unfortunate sized nose. \n\nCrow lead her down the path, past empty cells on either side of them, illuminated by torches. The air was stiff down here, and she knew that was intentional. It kept the prisoners from being hot headed and the only breezes that came were when they passed a guard's station, as they each had a small outlet for ventilation. He lead her to the last cell, in the furthest part of the dungeons, well past any of the cells that actually held prisoners. She'd instructed those of minor offenses to be cleared out two weeks prior, and this last week they'd moved those waiting for further sentencing to a secondary location. \n\nShe wanted no one in the dungeons for this.\n\nCrow stopped before the door of the cell, a heavy iron door stood before her, with bolts littered over the frame to keep it secured. A flash of the woman's grey eyes had him pulling it open, and she stepped back to watch him yank out the five bolts that held the locks. When the door was opened, she was greeted with the stench of rotting hay and old blood. Crow didn't say anything, and Anyanka took the torch from the man. \n\n\"You remember the agreed upon terms?\" She asked, and his nod was the only answer that he remembered their conversation earlier this month. She was to be the only one in the room, and he wasn't to open the door without a specific phrase and set of knocks on the door. \n\nWith the nod, she moved into the cell, and waited until she heard all five bolts return to their homes before lifting the torch high enough to see into the length of the room. \n\nAnyanka was surprised to find the woman was asleep, or at least so it seemed. Dark brunette hair that normally had a natural curl was flat, still wet from the bath she'd been given earlier. Her pale skin was almost translucent, from nearly a year spent in the earth with nothing but the occasional glow of a torch to illuminate it. She was thin, but not terrifyingly so. Anyanka had instructed her to be taken care of, in the most minimal way possible. Part of that had been self inflicted, and she'd only just started getting reports of the woman actually beginning to finish the meals she was delivered.\n\nAmalthea Vincent, who had once been her sister, then enemy, and now prisoner; didn't hold an ounce of intimidation anymore. She hadn't asked for details on how the guards and network had gone about breaking the woman, she could guess well enough some of the tactics and it was almost enough to make her sympathize. \n\nHer shallow breathing could be seen only when she got close, but the woman coughed, and the sound brought with it the rattle of chains. She hadn't realized the chains that bound her to the bed she rested on until then, and Anyanka let her shoulders drop. Delivering the torch into it's holder on the wall, she moved quietly to the small stood that sat in the corner, taking her perch carefully as to not wake the woman. \n\nNearly half an hour passed in silence, with Anyanka moving from the stool twice to get a closer look. The murderer was stripped down to a plain dressing gown, but through the thin fabric she could see the markings of the guards, intentionally placed not to be shown otherwise. The only indication of _anything_ afoul was a small bruise on her neck, and Anyanka had to admit it was impressive to see the horrors could be so easily hidden.\n\nThe torch finally flickered behind her, and she straightened from her place hovering over the woman. She wasn't foolish enough to turn her back to the woman, so she stepped back fully until she found herself standing beside the faint image of Marcus. \n\n\"What took you so long?\" She asked, her voice soft in the hollowed earth. \n\nHis image flickered as the torch did, and he swallowed thickly. \"Turns out I _really_ don't like being underground. I kept finding myself in crypts. Sorry for the delay.\" He admitted, and the usual amusement to his voice was gone. He nodded towards the sleeping woman, and his voice was a bit stronger this time. \n\n\"She looks different.\" \n\nAnyanka nodded once, pressing her palms flat to the wall and then her hips back against it as she angled her legs out, stretching them a bit. \"You would too.\" She mused, and inhaled deeply. \"Are you ready to try this?\" She asked, glancing over to him fully, and taking some comfort in the fact his eyes were still on Amalthea.\n\n\"As ready as we're going to get.\" He countered, and tilted his neck to the side. It cracked, but didn't echo through the cell like it would have if he was made of flesh and bone. \n\nAnyanka pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek, taking a moment to steady herself before she pushed herself off the wall. Her and Marcus both moved across the room, and Anyanka took her place at the bedside, Marcus at the foot. They'd never tried anything like this, but if the plan was to work it had to be done now. Vincentien would have installed a figurehead a few weeks after Amalthea's disappearance, the longest the courts would adhere to any sort of claim was two years, and that window was closing. \n\nAnyanka hesitated, not expecting the bile to rise in her throat as she reached for the woman's hand. To think, these fingers had wielded the blade that killed her son. She swallowed down the bile, and squeezed a bit more firmly than necessary as she felt the heat begin to build beneath the sleeves of her sweater. It quickly became uncomfortable, and her eyes closed tightly as she tried to summon the image of the grimoire in her mind. As the curl of old Feyshorian script filled itself out in her mind, she felt that familiar burn on her skin. The sigils made the loose knit of her sweater glow, a silver that matched the color that seemed to take over her eyes when she put herself in the position of starting a powerful spell.\n\nThe script rolled off her tongue and onto the flesh of the woman whose hand she was holding. Veins raised beneath the skin, and Amalthea's brow started to twitch with discomfort as magic started to push through her veins. It wouldn't give her strength, in fact, it was meant to cage her -or what was left of her- in her own mind. Anyanka felt the hollow in the woman's chest before the body began to go slack, and she looked to Marcus with cautious confirmation. He held her gaze for less than a second before taking her other hand. His image flickered, and started to fade. The sigils on the arm that held his hand ignited with fury at the secondary presence, and she let out a gasp as her knees buckled under her before she was able to regain her footing. The magic required for the transfer made the sigils boil, and as he moved from one arm through her and towards the other, they blistered and burst, some spilling boiling fluid down her wrists. \n\nAmalthea didn't fare any better, and the veins that had raised throbbed angrily as the spirit moved through her. Anya could _see_ the passage, up her arm, beneath the thin gown before disappearing deep within her chest. Amalthea's body convulsed, and Anyanka released her hand, not wanting to give the spirit an opportunity to retreat back into her. The chains rattled, and the bed thrashed beneath her, and Anyanka could only hope that was Marcus figuring out how to transition back into flesh and bone instead after so long away from the concept.\n\nAnya stepped back fully, not wanting to be anywhere close to the woman incase things turned uglier than they already were. Her body was drenched with sweat, and the same blistered that made her own skin ache could be seen trailing along her forearm and up the side of her neck. It took a solid ten minutes before the chains settled, and the body on the bed finally came to a stop. Anyanka hadn't moved from her position against the wall the entire time, and her breath escaped her shakily as Amalthea's eyes opened.\n\nNeither of them said anything, and Anyanka felt that familiar fear and loathing at the sight of her actually being awake. Asleep, she'd been easy to kill; awake left too many risks. The green eye'd woman stared at the ceiling for a long time before turning slowly to look over at Anyanka. Her eyes moved over her, squinting a bit at the darkness, before she finally spoke in a soft, hoarse tone: \"I think it worked.\" \n\nThat wasn't enough, but she did feel her shoulders relax. \"Did it?\" She asked, prompting him to confirm _exactly_ how he'd instructed him to do so one inside her body.\n\nAmalthea closed her eyes, and rolled her fingers closed into a fist. The action caused her to whimper in pain, and her lips parted before she spoke once more. \"I, Amalthea Vincent, am a cunt.\" The statement that followed sounded _almost_ like a laugh. \"And I will return to my position in Vincentien as a puppet to _Queen_ Anyanka Durkhan, who has the best ass in this and the next life.\" \n\nIt wasn't exact, but it was close enough, and she ran her tongue over her teeth, trying not to laugh at the success they'd been granted. She pushed herself from the wall, and moved to the door, knocking twice before giving the door a firm kick. \n\n\"You bet I do.\" She countered, and the sound of moving locks in the iron filled the cell before she left."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nA devilish smile came across Daemon's face when all of the men had a stunned, annoyed look at the boy he'd rolled all ones on a low roll. \n\n\"By the gods...\" Daemon whispered, a breathe of a laugh escaping him. \n\n\"You probably just won...\" He said, as all of the men took their turns begrudgingly. As each went, none surpassed Mik. \"You get the pot.\" \n\nThe looks on the men's face was pure displeasure, \"Beginners luck, surely.\" Daemon said to the men, very pleased with seeing the men annoyed by Mik's luck. \"Wanna go again?\""
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe pot was pushed to him and he raised a brow. He was about to question it, then remembered Daemon had said they alternated between high and low rolls to keep from using loaded dice. \n\nGlancing at the small pile of coin before him he shrugged, and tossed two more into the pot before taking the dice once more. He threw again, this time rolling 23. A low groan of annoyance came from the man to his left, who took the dice and threw them with a bit of force, only to roll a 22. \n\n\"There's no logic to this game, it's all luck?\" Mikhail asked, and the last man threw his dice, rolling a 14. Mikhail had won again."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDaemon nodded, \"Only luck, wow, I didn't realize you were so lucky.\" He said. Watching the next couple of pots leave. A few of the men got up and either went to another table, or to go get another drink. But one begrudginly stayed, throwing out more money and growing visibly more frustrated with each loss. Daemon shifted his eyes to the man, watching him carefully. \n\n\"The luck part is supposed to be what's fun, never know when you're gonna win. Let me buy you a drink.\" The last bit was to the angry man.\n\n\"I don't need you to buy me shit, _boy_.\" The man growled. He was bald, big, and gross looking. Sort of like a human pig. \n\n\"Just trying to be friendly.\" Daemon said calmly, his left hand rested on his right thigh."
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe didn't see the fun in it, nor how he kept throwing winning hands. But he did, and even he was starting to get annoyed with every push. \n\nIt had to be a magic thing. He recalled the man he had stood beside earlier also won both his pots before the Prince had joined. When the man who remained called Daemon a boy, Mikhail tapped his coin on the table before setting it down. \n\n\"Alright, this is enough of this, why don't you go back to the other table, and we'll go finish our drinks.\" The Prince looked to Daemon and went to stand, shoving the pile of coin towards the end of the table to take it with him."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe heat from the parlor seemed to radiate through the rest of the third floor of the castle. Even moving down the hall to her personal chambers, the warmth still colored her cheeks as if she'd indulged in too much wine, and she was grateful for the coolness of the silk sheets that lined her mattress. No one had thought she'd want a fire, and she silently blessed the chambermaid who had made that decision as she faded into a restless sleep. \n\nWhen she opened her eyes, she was staring at the dirt ceiling of the dungeon cell once more. The one that held Amalthea had been excavated last, and it's edges were still rounded around the support beams that had been constructed around it. There was no distinct corner where wall met ceiling, and it was the only thing that made her realize she was seeing the cell and not a grave. \n\nMarcus had left traces of magic in her veins when he's moved through her, and they began to ache. For the first time, it wasn't contained to the scared and blistered flesh of her arms, but she felt that ember in new places. Her right leg ached with the discomfort of something foreign, as well as her chest and lungs, each feeling the weight of something else working within them. From the corner of her mind she heard Marcus's voice, groggy as if she'd just pulled him from a dream as well. He said her name, thick with sleep and confusion, but when she blinked the vision was gone and she awoke in her own bed chambers, staring at the sheer canopy that resided over her bedposts.\n\nA moment passed as she grounded herself back in reality. Back to the sheets of silk, and the too warm room, and back to the slow burn of fresh blisters and wounds from last night. She didn't realize at first, but the burn was picking up, and as she moved to sit up skin stuck to the sheets beneath her. It peeled off in pieces as she sat up quickly, and she screamed at the sensation of torn flesh, scrambling from the broken blistered pieces that remained stuck to her bed from where they had started to ooze and dry on the fabric. The rips caused a new wave, and she stumbled on the low light of the pilot light to the basin of water on her balcony, dipping shaking hands into the lukewarm water to run it over her skin. \n\nIt didn't soothe the wounds, and he uncontrollable shake to her hands was new, as was the sweat that beaded on her forehead. A quick glance at the mirror on her vanity showed a flushed complexion, and the Duchess moved to the window to push it open. The hand that was intended for the solid wood panel that turned to lock the two panels of glass together missed, and instead punctured right through the glass, embedding shards into already inflamed skin and pulling a sharp shriek from the woman. \n\nHer door burst open, the guards who had stood watch moving in immediately at the sound of her distress, and she turned, pink in the face and red at the wrist to the men. One moved to her side, cupping her elbow and helping ease her from the mess she'd made in her delirium. The other lingered for a moment, then disappeared down to the infirmary to fetch Doctor Coren"
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth sighed and rubbed his temples as the fire crackled inside of the hearth. He had spent the evening doing the same thing he had been doing for several days: reading letters. His adventure had garnered him a list of colleagues that required communication. Dayveth set aside one letter that had suggested injecting weakened sicknesses into children because it would protect them from sicknesses in the future. The doctor rolled his eyes at the preposterous idea before finding the next letter, though this one was different from the rest. A strange symbol was pressed into the wax, and was found again at the bottom of the letter, once the doctor had opened it. \n\nDayveth had just finished the letter when a guard burst in with an unsettled look. Before Dayveth could argue an annoyed or stabbing remark, the armored man pronounced \"She's hurt.\" Dayveth was decent enough at the pronoun game to know who the man was talking about. His eyes widened as he shot up from his seat, letter still in hand. The doctor snatched his bag from off of the floor, crumpling and tossing his letter into the fire as he ran past the hearth.\n\nDespite the guard's training, his armor slowed him as he attempted to keep pace with the doctor. Therefore, the lightly clad mage was able to lose the soldier in the castle's halls. When the guard arrived at the queen's chambers, chest heaving, he found his coworker standing at his post, their monarch's door being shut. As the guard opened his mouth to question his post mate, his coworker cut him off with an annoyed tone. \"The doctor got here and ordered me out. Told me he needed privacy.\" The panting guard sighed and rolled his eyes, taking up his post once more. \"Of course he did.\" Both of the soldiers loved their queen and had not yet forgiven the doctor.\n\nInside the door, Dayveth sat with Anyanka near the window she had broken. He had already pulled out most of the glass shards from her arm and hand, flicking them towards the hole in the window. Dayveth cooed the pained royalty as he winced and screamed in pain. As the last shard of glass was falling out of her window, Dayveth stood up and \nPlaced his hand against Anyanka's forehead. He ignored her cries of protest and pain as a sigil on the back of his palm flared. It burned as he felt the storm of magic within her. The burn spread from the sigil into his hand and eventually up his arm. He was extracting foreign magic from her in a similar fashion as he did the glass. After several moments the operation was completed, as the only magic within Anyanka was her own. He panted as his own body fought the foreign magic. Since Dayveth had similar experiences with events such as this, his body and mind had defenses against it, though he wouldn't be able to hold it forever.\n\nThe queen looked sickly as he moved his hand from her forehead to her forearm. He willed a different kind of magic into her, specifically the restorative kind. It wouldn't rid her of pain, aches or wounds, but it would speed the process and relieve a decent amount of the pain. After a quick glance, Anyanka looked as if she might lose consciousness. Dayveth picked her up and carried her to her large bed, setting her down upon it. \"You owe me an explanation,\" Dayveth stated sternly."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nDayveth had arrived, and some curt conversation happened at her door that she didn't catch, all too aware of the throbbing in her temple and the burn on her skin. \n\nShe didn't consider herself a weak creature, even after everything she'd take offense to being called a damsel in distress, but when Dayveth sat down across from her, taking her scarred hands into his own calloused ones, she was overcome with the feeling of tears down her cheeks. \n\nThe magic it took to put Marcus in Amalthea's body, to cage the woman's mind so they could move forward with their plans had been more than she'd expected, and she was suffering mentally and physically from the transaction. As Dayveth plucked the glass from her skin, he irritated the inflamed skin and blisters that already existed, and she gritted her teeth, trying not to cry out as much as possible. \n\nBy the time he'd finished extracting the glass, her skin was hot to the touch, as if she'd just spent an hour in a hot bath. He pressed a palm to her forehead, and Anya winced to see his workings. The transfer this time was also a drain, and she swayed a bit in her seat until finally her eyes closed. \n\nWhen he spoke again, it was with a firm voice just above her, and the Queen blinked open her eyes, looking to him. \n\n\"I don't even know where to begin.\" She said truthfully, her voice a weak whisper before she cleared her throat. She felt the pulse in her veins, but it was muted compared to before. Tolerable, instead of excruciating. \n\nShe nodded to his bag on the window still, and made the smallest motion for something to wrap her arms so they wouldn't stick to the soiled sheets like before. \n\nTo answer his demand, she added through gritted teeth \"Dayveth we've been working for _months_ on something that relies on this magic, and I'm starting to realize I don't know how to actually use it.\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth gave her a heavy frown as he moved to his bag. He pulled out his bandages, homemade and top quality, and began to wrap parts of her arm. He would've added a harsh additive to the bandages as a petty move, but his magic would already be tending to that without the added pain. Besides, she has been in enough already. \n\n\"You're just now realizing? Where did you even find magic like this? And why didn't you tell me?\" Dayveth hadn't meant to bombard her with questions, especially with her in such a condition, but he wanted answers. He felt like a mother, but as he glanced her over, maybe she needed someone to be."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe moved, and she took the opportunity to sit up a bit, using her pillows as brace between her and the headboard. She felt sweaty, and the breeze she'd accidentally created wasn't helping anything.\n\n\"I didn't _find_ it, it was forced upon me.\" She reminded him. \"You knew this, it's the same magic that imbedded itself in me when I tried to bring Mikhail back.\" He returned, and she hesitated before offering an arm to him. \n\nThe bandages weren't meant to be comfortable, but she wanted _something_ to feel like they were contained, no matter the discomfort. \n\n\"Its been boiling up for a year, it hurts less when I use it, but the aftermath of some things does, well,\" She just jutted her chin to her arm that he was wrapping. \n\n\"I don't know how to dilute it. But how do _you_ know anything about this? What did you do to pull it back?\" Her grey eyes moved over his face, looking for a hint of an answer. He just looked pissed."
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"It didn't feel like the same magic,\" Dayveth stated once he had finished tending to her arms. He stood back and looked his queen over, biting his lip in disapproval. When Anyanka asked her questions, Dayveth exhaled through his nose and looked her in the eyes, silent for a moment. \n\n\"I'm a mage, Your Highness. Magic is my life, or was. Now it's tending to foolish royalty who play with things that they aren't supposed to.\" Dayveth felt slightly feverish as the foreign magic ran through him. He knew it would become worse until he discharged in. He had time, and even if he didn't release it, it wouldn't have as awful an effect on him as Anyanka, at least not for a time. \n\n\"I simply pulled it out, Your Highness. Like a leech does blood, but more thorough. \""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe couldn't help the exasperated scoff that came from him saying it didn't feel the same. \"I don't know what to tell you, Dayveth, it's the very same. It feels different to me too but I haven't done anything to invite any other magics into my body.\" She paused, her tone softening just a bit as she verified that before adding. \"Promise.\"\n\nBut the softness evaporated when he called her foolish, and her brow furrowed. \"Watch your tone, Coren. You're on unstable ground with my people already, the first time I show any disapproval they'll take it as permission to throw you into Northshore.\" She reminded him, it wasn't a threat, but it certainly wasn't kind either. A moment passed, and she cleared her throat. \n\n\"How did you know what to look for? Who taught you all of this?\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth listened to her defense and felt the tone of her \"Promise.\" Realizing he felt a little guilty, he started pondering the magic's behavior. It was then he heard her warning, and it stung. His eyes snapped to meet her's and the words were quick to his tongue, which he subsequently bit. However, Dayveth was unable to stop his nostrils from flaring as the petty thought of \"Let them,\" Ran through his mind. \n\nAfter she asked him about the magic again, he took a deep breath and replied. Dayveth's tone was tensed and restrained as he delivered his answer. \"I wasn't particularly looking for anything. I felt the magic when I was pulling your window pane out of your arm. When I placed my hand to your forehead, it was more to sooth your pain than to draw it out, but when I felt what was happening, I decided it best to rearrange my priorities.\"\n\nDayveth paused before continuing. \"I guess you could call my 'up bringers' sages, or something of the like. They were somewhat removed from most communities and received me when I was young. They taught me in their ways of magic medicine.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nIt was clear the moment his eyes hit hers that she wouldn't actually let them take him away. He had her protection, she'd promised him that and her forgiveness was already granted for the incident that had happened in Azarya. \n\nHer hands turned over on her lap, palms facing upwards as she examined them. The way he spoke about it had so much control that she didn't know. She could boil water; her baths were never cold. The dead appeared and spoke to her as if they were flesh and blood, but she didn't know the full extent of what powers had been drudged up that night, nor how to use them. \n\nCarefully, she moved her hand towards him, offering it but not demanding he take it. Her eyes stayed down as she continued. \"So you know a whole hell of a lot about this that I can't even fathom, Hm?\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth took his time answering Anyanka's question. His teeth were once again coming down on his lip as he looked at her extended hand. \"I'm not saying I know anything, but I have experience with magic.\" \n\nDayveth placed his hand on Anyanka's and gently squeezed it. \"It seems that I can also tolerate it better than you. Perhaps it has similar rules alcohol.\" His tone had softened in the semi dark room."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"Hey, I hold my own with liqour, thank you.\" She reminded him, grateful that he'd squeezed her hand instead of rejecting it. \n\n\"You haven't asked what I was doing that made it get this bad.\" She reminded him, curious as to why he hadn't demanded more of an explanation from her."
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Or so you say,\" Dayveth replied as he sat on the edge of the bed next to his queen. He still held her hand as his eyes explored hers. \"Do I really want to know?\" Dayveth's tone was worried as his eyes held worry for his love. The adrenaline of the situation had begun to fade from him as the magic fought his body. Dayveth secretly felt prideful about how well he could resist it."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe moved to sit on the edge of the bed and she gave a small twitch of a smile as he held her gaze. \"It's politics, so maybe not.\" She mused, and squeezed his hand between her own. It hurt to do so, but not nearly as badly. Whattever he'd done had successfully muted the ache for now, and she could ignore the pulsing of wounds if she tried. \n\n\"I'm sorry for scaring you.\" She added, and inhaled deeply, finally pulling her hand from his to run her fingers along the bandages he'd provided."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Caliss Goldmane\n\nNorth Shore\n\n\"Mmm... You've stayed just out of her vision, avoiding her gaze and welcoming embrace.\" She said with a slight nod of understanding, \"You speak only to other agents and those who know half truths. You've all but seen her, Captain, your true potential remains untapped.\" \n\nAs he asked the questions about the Island she stood and walked around the table to where he stood, \"There is an island not on any Marin map, far to the east, there is naught on it save a forest and a single mountain. But in a clear there is an unnaturally perfectly circular hole of unknown depth,\" She reached up to her eye patch and pulled it away to reveal the crystal eye with its swirling blue abyss and pale white pupil, \"This hole houses the abyss... And when the moon hangs over it you will be looking into the eye of god... Offer a sacrifice of the one thing you *Truly* Value and she will grant you audience.\" She placed her hand on his shoulder, \"She will break your chains Salim and set your spirit free.\" When the door opened and the laughter and screaming reached her spirit she turned her eye toward it, \"You've done terrible things haven't you? Do you wish to show them to me?\" She asked sweetly, looking undisturbed and instead... Concerned for him.\n\nFirst Mate Agora\nAstoria waters\n\nAgora huffed softly, standing on the Siren and glaring coldly at the door of the captain's cabin. If that slimey motherfucker laid a single hand on her sweet, innocent little captain she'd tear his arms off and beat him to death with them. She could do it too, she was built like a stone fortress and carried a trident that made her look like some kind of oceanic hero.\n\nThe mountain of a woman was momentarily distracted when a pair of pretty women burst out of another door, apparently had an argument and split up... She was too far away to hear what was said though. But there was a rather attractive girl still standing there, she glanced at the captain's cabin and frowned. *She'll be fine* She thought as she headed over to the now lonely woman. \"Lover's quarrel?\" She asked playfully as she came to stand beside the Hooded figure."
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\n\nAstoria\n\n\"Teach me. Show me. Knowledge is to be grasped and this... This I must know,\" He said as he bowed, letting her go first through the door if she trusted him enough to follow through. \"Why did none of these other agents show me power if it's in me... And why did you?\" He thought aloud before shaking his head and smiling. It was sharp toothed but... Friendly. He had met someonehe could talk to on equal terms. \"Once we reach my study... Would you mind plotting me a course there? If not escorting my ship itself. I'm sure my men would be *Very* Pleased to escort your ship for a few more nights,\" He then answered her question after careful thought. He instinctively wanted to hide his sins... But he knew better.\n\n\"I'm a pirate love. I burn villages for the fun of it and feed men to sharks when I'm bored. I've done terrible things... Mine just are in the metaphysical,\" A lie. Partially. He had never done any such brutal acts for the fun of it like he said. Indeed at his heart... She could tell he was a good man. A good man diverted like a life raft in a strong current, heading toward deeper shoals. \"All in the name of freedom. I am free in the soul and body, and anything is worth that price,\" He seemed to cling onto that with the desperation of a dying man... Even though it wasn't true. She could tell how his soul was chained to the Sea Mother, hers till the end of time. There was no escaping this. Even if the Sea Mother rejected him or freed his soul, it would still wind back with her. Such was his curse, One he refused to admit. \"I would be delighted to show you my sins,\" He said through a forced smile."
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"author": "rolliollie",
"message": "Ymara Charac\nAstoria Waters\n\nAlthough hurt by Cecelia's harsh words, Ymara shrugged. After all, she'd only tried to help. But this was in a shapeshifter's nature, she supposed, never in one place for too long. She stuffed the piece of cloth into her bag to not leave any traces of where they'd been or what they'd done. \n\nStraightening up, she noticed that another person had seemingly just spoken to her, although she'd been to distracted by her own thoughts and the weight of Xerxes, now lying on his paws, to really listen. \n\nLooking at her, Ymara's heart skipped a beat. Tan, well muscled and a trident in hand. \"Err, you wish.\", she stuttered, blushing. \"Why? You jealous?\", she laughed."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah \nAstorian Waters\n\nShe could feel a slight sense of guilt for suddenly abandoning Ymara, knowing she was struggling with her own dilemma but the thought was quickly wiped from her mind as she forced herself to focus. The shifter managed to avoid every one of Salim's crew, while being more lenient towards her visibility around the others. Cecilia would weave through the bodies while using her body to bump an occasional few in hopes to find a blade that didn't consist of silver. It didn't take her long as every man aboard had been carrying a weapon with them and she found herself isolated in a room and closed the door behind her, drowning out the shouts and laughter of men and women.\n\nIt was small, nothing extravagant or special that she could notice but still refused to lower her guard. This ship was full of magic and she didn't want to risk losing herself in it. This hasn't been her first experience with such, having dealt with magic since she had first arrived to Feyshore. Hell, she convinced a witch to return her original body after her one and only friend decided to stitch her previously decapitated head onto whom she assumed was a slave.\n\nCecilia didn't bother to find herself a chair and pressed her back against the wall. Bending her knees, her body lowered to the ground until she sat with her legs crossed and her ass to the floor. Using whatever was nearest to her, which happened to be a brush, the shifter put the wooden handle into her mouth and looked towards the blade and her wrists. Something Cecilia was known for was her lack of patience. It was never a strong attribute of hers which could be proved as she began slicing at one of her wrists, reopening the wounds until the blade hit bone. The pain was nothing compared to the silver but she still suffered terribly, doing her best to not scream. \n\nShe dropped the blade and instantly began plucking the shards from her healing flesh, her blood pouring from her wounds until it began pool around her legs, staining the wooden floor with a red tinge."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Caliss Goldmane\n\nWaters of Astoria\n\n\nShe stepped through the door, \"I cannot show you... Knowing what to give to the Mother is something you discover for yourself. You've no more freedom than the slaves I trained for my father.\" She said with a soft, gentle, smile. She had always been intuitive and wise... With the Mother's eye she knew even more.\n\n\n\"You've chained yourself to the idea of freedom but the shackles on your soul pull in all directions. If you want true freedom you must embrace the Mother of sea and stars. For it is to her priests and priestesses you've promised your soul... But they are undeserving. Only the Mother deserves souls, and the power that comes with them.\" She said calmly, as she continued down the stairs, \"I will plot you the course to the island of the Mother... The rest you must discover on your own. I will offer only this wisdom, you do not value your freedom, your powers nor your crew. You value the only thing you truly have any control over and to regain that control and live in the Mother's love, you must surrender it to her. Perhaps she would let you keep your storm magics, perhaps she'll return your youth and the other things you've sold for power.\" \n\n\n——————\n\nFirst Mate Agora\n\nAstoria\n\n\n\"Jealous? No, I've a big enough bed for the two of you.\" Agora flirted back as she leaned against her trident and toward the pretty woman, \"My name is Agora... First mate on the Temptress and bodyguard of the captain.\" She said as she held out a calloused hand, a flirty smirk on her face, \"What's your name, beautiful?\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Salim \nWaters of Astoria\n\nThere would be a bunch of scrolls over legends of the sea, with little crossed out bits and corrections in a strange form of Arabic (I forgot the language used here) , usually reserved for scholars. There would be a whole section of scrolls in pictograms though. Well I say scrolls but they were more stone tablets, covered with old seaweed and almost faded with water exposure. Obviously hauled from the depths of the ocean. There would be 5 scrolls of a weird color. If approached it would be clear that they were written in parts of the body. Shifting Skin, Beating heart, Breathing lungs, Thinking Brain and Twisting Muscle, each left alive by some profane ancient magic and enlayed with solid bone. The words would shift occasonally giving a glimpse of something more. They were arranged in a runic pattern, best not to disturb them right?\n\nThere would be an excess number of doors in the room. 4 for each cardinal point of the compass including the one they came out of. That was the northern point. The North Star guides us home after all. He would guide her into the area where the screams were the strongest. \"Me and my ship are an open book to you lady. Feel free to explore if you do not wish me to guide you,\" There was a beating heart in a jar. Encased in flesh that wasn't it's own. That was the main cause of the spiritual screams in the room... It's screams sounded rather like Salim and indeed there was a massive chain to it. Strong and looked unbreakable."
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Caliss Goldmane\nWaters of Astoria\n\nSeeing the scrolls and body parts and the screams and laughter left Caliss feeling oddly... Smug, almost superior to whatever was making those sounds. It didn't click for her until she saw the chained heart... And laughed.\n\n \"I see now, it's your screams and laughing... This is all parts of yourself. How amusing, Salim you have not met the Mother... Atleast not as the Mother. You will serve the Mistress, I can feel her smug superiority now. You see, the goddes has three faces: The Mother, The Mistress and The Matriarch. I have met them all, they are different but the same. The Mistress is kind but firm, but this,\" She motioned to the heart, \"Will have to stop. The Mistress does not like her property mutilated. Yours will be a hard sacrifice... She will have to replace the broken and missing parts. You will be better though, by the end.\" \n\nShe nodded and looked around finally satisfied with her discoveries. She approached Salim and placed a hand on his chest, \"Take me to your maps. You should go to the island when you are able, the Mistress will restore you and show you your place... As she did me.\""
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"author": "shizzen5773",
"message": "Captain Salim\nWaters of Astoria\n\n\"They are not all my flesh... Or human. The scrolls are made from a species I have yet to meet but were quite intelligent from their begging to let them free. Most indeed are not mine... But my heart... Most of me has been sold,\" He admitted before taking her hand and leading her to the library. \n\nThe library was stacked to heavens, easily the equal of any library in the mainland. But unlike the normal ones, this library was laced with magic. Caliiss could feel the aura of silver at places and every so often if they stopped moving, they'd hear a footstep, as if something stopped right after them. THere was skittering of rats... Except they were bigger than any rat they'd ever heard. Whispers could be heard from some of the books. This may be one of the greatest collections of arcane sea lore on the seas. Definitely beat anything they had on the mainland. While most of the books were in normal leather, a few were in bone. The best of the books, or at least the most well guarded were made of living gem. Finally upon a pedestal in what seemed to be the middle front of the room (But it went too far to tell) was a book that radiated power. It flickered through pages on it's own, but never seemed to reach the end of the book.\n\nThe Librarian would approach and whisper something in his ear before dissapearing. Well... Walking away but as soon as they looked away, she was gone. She had the touch of the sea goddess on her as well.\nEvery time they walked through a silver aura, it would be like being hit by a wall. Salim didn't feel any discomfort but he seemed to be taking the brunt of the blows. Turns out his \"Innocence\" Protected him as well, letting him walk through barriers such as these without harm.\n\n\"This. This is by far the most valuable thing on the ship. It's name is unpronounceable by anyone with our type of mouth, but it translates to the Book of Knowledge needed. It shows me where I must go. Not where I want to. It was a gift from a woman who spoke of the mistress, the matriarch and the mother like you do. She gave it for free and never explained her reasons but... I may know it now,\" Was this to be his sacrifice? He didn't know. \n\n\"Take me showing this to you as a sign of friendship,\" He said while the book turned into a map made from solid crystal. \"Do what you will,\" He made way for her so she could mark it and chart his route."
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"author": "gonna_drown_the_rich",
"message": "Cecilia Lyanah\nAstoria waters\n\nIs still hidden away trying to cut the glass out of her wrists"
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"author": "lesbiqueen",
"message": "Caliss Goldmane\nWaters of Astoria\n\nWhat a fruitful endeavor this had turned into. The livrary was truly impressive, though she glared at him when he mentioned the scrolls made of living flesh. \"Disgusting,\" She'd growled as they'd left the room. The Silver Aura they walked through disturbed her... Made her eyes ache. Once they reached the book she gazed at it, \"The living scrolls... They will be your penance.\" She said before she began to mark the path to the island, \"But your sacrifice... The Mistress has deigned me to give you the answer,\" She circled the place where the island was then turned to him. \"Throw yourself to the Abyss. She will read your memories... Decide your penance... And take the price for your power. Maybe it will be an eye... Maybe both, it could be anything. She'll replace whatever she takes with an artifact like mine so you may serve her fully.\" Now done she began to walk back toward the door of the library, \"If you want love and freedom... You will walk in service of the Mistress. If you want cruelty and pain, the Matriarch's love comes at a much higher price.\" She had all intention to leave this wreched place to the will of her Goddess. As she passed the living scrolls she paused to touch them, \"Rest peacefully... You will be with our Mother soon.\" She said, wondering what poor creatures they used to be.\n\nHer new friend had much to learn, she thought with an air of finality as she headed toward the Northern door."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe'd wasn't exactly thrilled to be knocking on the door of Dayveths office either, but she didn't really have a choice. When he opened the door she gave him a quick once over, then shifted Marcus in her arms. \n\n\"I was supposed to see Mara this morning, to have her check on Marcus. But things ran late and she's not here now. So can you check on his cough?\" She explained with a careful tone, not wanting to sound rude but also not begging. \n\n\"It's been a couple of days now, I just want to make sure he's okay, it's not like I'm home with our physician.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren, \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth resisted the urge and opened his door fully. \"Of course, come on in.\" Dayveth glanced at the child for a second before flashing a smile. He moved to one of the wide tables that dominated one side of his room. \"How have you and Marcus been, aside from the cough?\""
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"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe let out a thankful sigh, and her shoulders dropped a bit. He moved to the examination tables, and she moved to take a seat, unsure where he wanted Marcus and therefore where she needed to be. \"Fine. It's strange being back after almost a year away. But I suppose that's something you can relate to as well.\" It wasn't said with any cruelty, but she wasn't oblivious to the fact Anya had lost the majority of her team at home and they'd now suddenly all reappeared. \n\n\"How was your urgent mission?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren, \nZahrada Astoria\n\nDayveth laid out a fresh linen on one of the tables before moving to Angelica. He felt that her words were stabbing at him, though he had heard rumors of a similar departure of her's. As Angelica asked about his adventure, he cringed slightly. \n\n\"Awful, really. I should never have gone, though I suppose I would agree with the same statement had the voyage gone well.\" Dayveth walked to the sitting mother and held out his arms for Marcus."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAngelica released the infant, who immediately went into a fit of coughs. It didn't sit well in her chest to hear him sick, and she moved forward on the edge of her seat. \n\n\"Things certainly would have turned out differently for you if you'd stayed.\" She agreed. \"But it seems a Anya has let you back into her life without much hesitation, and I suppose at the end of the day that's all that matters.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth frowned as he took the child from Angelica. He focused on cradling it gently, hoping the mother wouldn't pick up on how uncomfortable he was. Dayveth rarely interacted with children, and he felt that the baby was just a very fragile child. \"Well of course it is, it's a baby,\" He thought. \n\nDayveth placed Marcus on the table before placing his hand on the child's forehead to check for a high temperature before gently prodding him in other places. Dayveth wondered if Marcus' mother knew of Dayveth's abilities. He assumed so, given her relationship with the queen. Dayveth wasn't quite ready to show them yet, deciding to let her speak more. \n\n\"Let's be honest, you believe she shouldn't have.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"I believe Anyanka falls in love easily. And I believe she's quick to forgive and puts herself in positions that leave her compromised.\" Angelica retorted, though it wasn't harsh. \n\n\"I think she cares for you, and that's why she's given you back everything any other man would have lost the moment they even thought of leaving her in Azarya.\" She paused, her eyes moving to Marcus. \n\n\"So I guess I'm curious what you intend to do with your second chance, more than anything.\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth turned to look at Angelica from over his shoulder. \"To satiate your curiosity, I'll inform you that I plan on staying. That is, unless, Our Highness deems my services unnecessary or otherwise unwanted.\"\n\nDayveth turned his attention back to Marcus before clearing his throat and picking up the child, once again cradling him carefully. \"I assume Anyanka has told you about the magic I possess?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe blonde nodded once, but pressed on. \"Do you intend to meet her? Give her children? _ Rule _?\" She paused, watching him pick up Marcus \"What happens if she decides to marry someone else for the sake of the kingdom?\" \n\nHe turned and commented on magic, making her brow raised. \n\n\"No.\""
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"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"If she wants my children she'll have them. If she decides my place is on the throne, then I'll sit there. I'd just like to stay.\" When Angelica asked about the queen marrying someone else, he stopped for a second and looked down at the squirming child within his arms. \"If Anyanka decides to marry someone else, whether for her kingdom or herself, I suppose I'd stay as long as I could.\" Dayveth wasn't sure if he meant that by how long he could tolerate such an experience or simply being replaced, and he hoped he wouldn't have to find out. \n\n\"I have experience with several different cultures of medicine, one of which is magical. Using it would be the best way to cure young Marcus, but I understand if you would prefer traditional methods.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe was quiet for a moment, before nodding. \"That's a really good answer, Dayveth. And the one I hoped you'd give.\" Her attention dropped to her son, who was squirming in the doctors arms. \n\n\"Will it hurt him? If it helps him and doesn't hurt him, I don't care what you do, I'm not fearful of magic.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria.\n\nDayveth gently placed one of his palms onto Marcus' forehead after Angelica cleared him. In a similar fashion to how the doctor aided Anyanka, Dayeth pulled out the sickness within Marcus. The infant seemed confused at the sensation, still seeming irritated when he was returned to his mother. \n\n\"He is no longer sick, though he may need a day or two for recovery.\""
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"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nMarcus squirmed, and it took everything in her power not to pull him away from the doctor. When he finished and passed her the child, she took him carefully. The child cried, and she layed him against her shoulder, rubbing small circles on his back.\n\n\"That's it?\" She asked, and looked over him."
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"That's it,\" Dayveth confirmed. \"You may bring him back in several days and I'll see how he is doing.\" The doctor forced a smile, knowing that Angelica wasn't a huge fan of his. However, he wouldn't let that interfere with his work, even for those who liked him far less than Angelica did."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAngelica gave a small smile. \"Well thank you.\" She waited a moment, then continued. \"So is that why Anya defended you so firmly? The magic thing?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I should hope it's because she loves me at least half as much as I do her, but I can't say for sure.\" Dayveth maintained the smile on his lips. \"I am curious, however, as to what it'll take for you to not stare daggers into my back.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHer gaze dipped, but only for a second. \"I don't have a reason to stare daggers into your back. You know my.Distrust, but it's waning.\" She told him truthfully. \n\n\"Give her everything she's ever wanted, all the things she deserves, and maybe one day we'll be friends.\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren,\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I'm trying to do that to the best of my abilities. I feel that I'm succeeding, most of the time.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe shifted Marcus, and took a look around the infirmary. It was empty besides themselves, and she nodded her head towards the doors. \n\n\"I'm supposed to meet her for lunch, would you like to accompany us?\""
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"author": "war3house",
"message": "Dayveth Coren\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDayveth paused at Angelica's invitation. He felt weird that we would join them. The doctor then found he had no reason to find it weird, other than his relationship with Angelica. \"Why not. I'd enjoy it.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAngelica nodded, and turned to lead him away from the infirmary. They were taking their lunch out in the gardens, with the intention of enjoying the sunshine after so many nights of summer storms lately. Eric had disappeared, losing himself in something to do with the guard. Angelica had been listening, or trying to at least, but it seemed he always told her where he was headed when she had a crying infant to handle or was half asleep. \n\nAnyanka was already waiting, sitting in the full sun with her head tilted back and eyes closed. She leaned back on her palms, the blanket beneath her dipping into the soft earth's slope. Lunch was being brought out still, with a few servants bringing bottles of wine and water, as well as a few plates of summer fruits and sandwiches. \n\n\"I brought a guest.\" Angelica announced, and Anya turned slowly, clearly enjoying her time outside the castle walls. \n\n\"Well, what a pleasure.\" She smiled warmly at Dayveth, though when she sat up fully she reached for Marcus. \"And this little fellow as well? Is this heaven?\" She teased, and the baby giggled as she peppered kisses on his cheeks."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford, Lord of Stormalong\nThe Astorian border of S. Feyshore\nFour days ago\n\nThe sun had just started to rise, painting the dark sky a dark purple. The horses grunted, but it was muffled by the salty ocean breeze brushing through the tree line. Eric Stafford was mounted, looking through the tree line to a small clearing with some dark figures laying on the ground. There was no sign of a fire, they had wanted to stay hidden. There was a moving figure, a watchman to be sure. \n\nEric shook his head, he was barely a hundred yards from the camp. They couldn't see the force of mounted people within the tree line. Eric had taken charge of the Zahradan guards, while Aldvis had taken charge of the squires. Eric counted the figures in his head. \n\n_Twelve._ He thought, before looking at the youth who was holding a trumpet next to him. \n\n\"Wake them up.\" He said, pulling his hammer from the saddle. \n\nA trumpet blast sounded in the night air, as if to herald the morning light as it shined onto the camp. By the time the watchmen comprehended what was happening, Stafford's force was bursting out of the trees. The sound of the trumpet followed them, another trumpet blared in the distance as Aldvis with the squires emerged on horseback across the clearing and descended upon the camp. \n\nIf the outlaws weren't woken by trumpets, then they were woken by the sounds of hooves. The watchman tried to run, but was caught by some squire he couldn't recognize in the dark. A sliver of black slashed through the watcher's shoulder and he went down. The skirmish was over before it had really begun. The confused and tired outlaws barely had time to resist. \n\nEric watched Daemon slice through one outlaw and dismounted to fight a cleaver wielding wild man on foot. Daemon's laughter rang over the battlefield as he dodged and drove the wild man back before eventually ending him with a quick stab through the throat.\n\nEric only caught on man, he was the quickest to rise, but wasn't very quick with his rusted shortsword. The man was preparing to slash at Eric's horse when Eric slammed his hammer into his chest, caving it in and throwing him straight to the ground. It was second nature to Eric, he didn't even think about it. He continued to ride to the center of camp. By then, the sound of a struggle had ceased and only the sounds of a few wounded were heard. He looked around the site of the small skirmish from the center. It looked more like a slaughter than a fight. \n\n\"They shouldn't have stopped.\" Eric said as Aldvis rode up to him. \n\n\"They shouldn't be robbing people.\" Aldvis responded.\n\n\"That too. Daemon, _Get back on your horse_!\" Eric commanded the boy who'd begun looting the two men he'd killed.\n\n\"Round up the wounded ones, if they are mortally wounded, end them. If they aren't, bring them to the center, we'll try them. Then hang them.\"\n\n\"Aye mi'lord.\" It took a few moments for them to sort out who was mortally wounded and who wasn't. It turned out one was playing dead, the other was ran over by a horse. But was still alive. The two were brought to Eric Stafford who had dismounted. \n\n\"You're accused of robbing a caravan outside of Zahrada and of murdering a woman and a man of the same caravan. Do you deny it?\"\n\n\"I din't murder a fucking soul. 'tat wus Emmon! You caved his chest in! Me and Tee din't kill anyone!\" The coward yelled.\n\n\"Yeah! No'one!\" The wounded one yelled.\n\n\"You are being tried as a group. A member of your group murdered two people, and you allowed him to. You're just as guilty. I sentence you both to hanging.\" Eric said before mounting. Two guardsmen grabbed the squalling men, arguing their sentence and pleading for mercy. Eric didn't listen. He just wanted them hanged so he could go back to his wife. \n\nIt didn't take much time to find a low hanging tree. Daemon and another squire named Rodrick climbed the tree to ties the nooses, two guards placed the the horses under the branch and the men were forced to sit on the horses with the nooses around their necks. \n\n\"We demand religious rights! It's a law!\"\n\n\"...\" Eric looked around, \"Do we have any priests here?\" Eric asked to some chuckles, \"I know the law.\" Eric said calmly. \"You can be your own priest. Say a prayer You have twenty seconds.\"\n\nThe coward began muttering a prayer while the other stared at Stafford, \n\n\"I pray the gods curse you. I pray that you are rendered worthless and penniless!\" \n\nEric rolled his eyes, he'd heard it all before. \"A prayer wasted on curses.\" He said calmly, the horses were slapped, and ran off. The men stayed with broken necks.\n\nLord Eric Stafford\nZahrada Gardens\nPresent day\n\nEric entered the gorgeous green gardens still in all of his riding clothes. They'd been changed while on the road, so there wasn't any stained blood on them. The gardens were still a maze to the young lord who spent more time in the courtyard drilling his squires than he spent in the gardens. Eventually he'd found what he was looking for: A pretty young blonde lady with an infant in her arms. He smiled and approached Angelica and Queen Anyanka. The two seemed to be deep in conversation and didn't particularly notice the man. \n\n\"Good morning.\" He said while in a long stride forward. There was no evidence of what Eric had been doing on him, he was fairly clean except for a small black beard that had started coming in while he was gone. If anything, a few days in the wild hunting outlaws seemed to breathe a different sort of energy into him."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Angelica Stafford \nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe woman glanced over her shoulder, hearing her husband's voice, and she smiled so brightly the sun flickered out of existence for a second. Anyanka had already taken Marcus, so she was free to move to her feet to greet the man. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight embrace accompanied with a lingering kiss. \n\nWhen she finally broke ir, her fingers lingered on his collar just as her lips had his own a moment before. \n\n\"Where have you been, it must have taken you further out to track that party.\" She mused, and took a step back. He looked clean, like he'd been in his study the whole time. \n\n\"Either it was bad enough you needed to change or you spent the whole time you were gone not actually chasing bandits but getting your wife a gift, Hm?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford\nZahrada Gardens\n\nHe smiled and wrapped his arms around Angelica. \"Oh , we passed a stream and decided to clean up before coming into Zahrada.\" He said, holding her tightly before releasing her a bit. \"We ended up in almost in South Feyshore. Think we caught them a mile from the border.\" He explained. \n\n\"Not many gifts to get you in the middle of the forest.\" His eyes turned toward Anya holding Marcus. He released Angelica, gave her a quick peck on the lips, then moved toward Anya and held a hand out to hold his son. \"Mind if I steal him for a moment, I haven't seen him in a little while.\" \n\nEric's expression softened when he laid his eyes on the boy, a different sort of smile appeared on his face looking at the baby."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nSomewhere in the Astorian Wilds\n\nA light tune peppered the air as the golden faced creature of desires hummed his way through the trees. Tiny Vik was still new to the immense power that coursed through his minuscule body, and using his tunnels and flitting still made him sick after using it for too long, and so now the fairy like creature skipped across the forest floor, humming as if he hadn't a care in the world. Tiny Vik was driven by desire, and was drawn to people who had a great desire, such as the knight in need of a purpose and the painter who suffered from nightmares. It was almost like an instinct, a deep voice inside him that drove him to giving people what they want, just not in the way they originally thought. Now this gut feeling brought him to Astoria, a place he hadn't seen in dozens of years, and back then it was called something else although the name escapes him. Vik knew better than to deny this new instinct he had acquired, for doing so was denying his new purpose. The maniacal midget stopped, a new whim pulling him from his thoughts. He looked around at a small glade surrounded by large trees that covered the sky with their branches, this was the spot, he was sure of it. Tiny Vik sat in the center of the clearing, pulling a small silver flute from his motley bag. As he put the instrument to the lips of his mask he began to play a slow, haunting tune that only made the darkness of the forest more foreboding."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith \nAstorian Wilds \n\nTwo nights spent in North Shore had his mind reeling. He'd come without a party, and while Heath had offered him an escort for the way home, he didn't feel like he needed it. The Astorian boarder between North Shore wasn't as dense as the Amadaeus forest, and not nearly as unsettling. He didn't follow the roads though, finding no reason to do so anyway. As far as he could tell, he wasn't able to be harmed, or at least nothing he'd encountered since his revival had hurt him in any real way. Blades passed over skin but healed a lot faster than they had before. A trait he wished he'd had when his aunt had put her blade to his throat, but that was too far in the past to actually contemplate anymore. \n\nHis mind wandered as he walked, no longer in the fear stricken panic that had made him race to North Shore. When he'd departed, he'd completely forgotten he'd arrived by stead, only remembering after he'd already started off. He didn't want to return home in a hurry anyway.\n\nThe forest was singing, as it always seemed to do in Astoria. The eclipses fluttered their tawny speckled wings, the occasional moth landing on his shoulder or forearm as he moved. And the deeper he moved the heavier the concentration of them became, and he knew he was on the right path. A flute sounded, a new sound in the usual background of the forest, and the Prince paused. There was a moment of contemplation before he decided to investigate, and headed toward the sound."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nThe minute man made of magic made for a haunting picture. The golden mask that always hid his face remained in the laughing visage, and yet music came from his instrument as if his own lips hovered above the mouthpiece with years of practice. Vik had dabbled with music in his previous life, yet he never found the time and patience required to develop the skill, a resource the Godling had an abundance of now. The flute wasn't his favorite instrument, he much preferred the violin and Piano, but his urge made him construct this flute days prior, and he wanted to hear its sound. He continued to play the slow dirge for a good few minutes, letting his fingers decide which notes to play, until he felt the hairs rise on the back of his stubby neck and that feeling of being watched washed over him. The gilded half-man paused his playing and raised his head to scan the glade around him. A high pitched giggle came from his throat as he lowered his instrument.\n\n\"You can come out you know,\" Another giggle, \"I don't bite very hard.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds \n \nA voice replaced the sound of the flute and Mikhail swallowed thickly. His fingers curled at his sides, and he waited a moment to compose himself and erase the unease from his features before stepping through the treeline. \n\nThe golden imp that giggled before him wasn't what he was expecting. The Prince blinked, and gave a small laugh out of the corner of his mouth before looking into the treeline, as if he was waiting for Daemon to step out and laugh at the prank. \n\n\"Uh, hello?\" He said finally, unable to hide the disbelief in his laugh. One day you kill a man, the next you discover you were raised from the death using vampyric magic, and then you come across a golden masked man in the forest. \n\nNormal prince stuff."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nTiny Vik raised his hand towards the boy and waved, his hand flapping vertically rapidly.\n\n*Ah so this is why I'm here!* Thought the mystical madman as he stowed his silver tool inside his bottomless bag that was covered in mismatched patches of cloth that looked as if it had been thrown together with scratch. Vik himself wore robes of a similar style, loose fitting and faded. Tiny Vik beamed at the young man, well whatever counts as beaming when you're wearing a mask, and beckoned for him to approach.\n\n\"Why hello there! Step into my office why don't you?\" As he spoke he rifled through his bags and began pulling out items one would use for a picnic, including a porcelain tea set, a small basket of raspberry tarts, and two small sandwiches.\n\n\"Would you care for some tea? Something stronger maybe? Have you eaten? I'm starving!\" An exaggerated growl came from the miniature belly as Vik pat his stomach."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nHe watched as the hallucination rifles through a bag, and insured deeply. He made a full circle in place, checking the tree line for a prankster but found none. He didn't see anyone, and let out a small sigh before moving towards the man. \n\n\"I haven't, no. But I'm okay, thank you.\" Mikhail approached, his hands deepn in his pockets. \"Who are you, and why are you in the woods alone?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nThis boy was special, he stank of both Death and Life, like himself. Although he was disappointed by the denial of his luncheon invitation, Vik knew better than to verbally persist.\n\n\"Me? You can call me Tiny Vik, or Vik, or Great Golden One. Your choice, I'm not picky.\" As he spoke he filled the two cups with the steaming liquid, setting one across from him near the sandwich.\n\nTiny Vik raised the cup to the lips of his mask and drank slowly, letting out a quiet hum of pleasure as the taste hit his tongue. It was his favorite tea, a deep orange taste that he'd grown a habit for.\n\n\"You can think of me as a sort of bringer of gifts, I help people get what they really want.\" He giggled. \"And I'm not talking about a new shirt or horse, mind you.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nThat wasn't a first, some man claiming to bring gifts and be able to satisfy the wants of nobility. Mikhail didn't drink the tea, not partake in the food that was offered. Just because he hadn't experienced death again didn't mean he was going to risk it happening because of some magical creatures poison in a forest. \n\n\"Well, Vik, who are you hoping to hell out here alone? Shouldnt you be wandering towards cities?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nVik couldn't help but giggle again, his favorite part was coming up soon. \"Isn't it obvious, Mikhail? You and I are the only ones out here.\" He took another long sip of his tea.\n\nIt was really too bad he didn't want any of the food, he had worked so hard on it, nevertheless he picked up a raspberry tart and quietly bit into it, the sweet berry taste exploding across his tastebuds.\n\n\"Tell me young man, what is it you want?\"\n\nHe did the closest thing to making eye contact he could behind his mask, his giggling no long following his words."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nThe Prince wasn't daft by any means. He saw where this was going moment the conversation started. And he ran his tongue along his teeth, trying his best.To emulate the confidence of his father. \n\n\"I'm not in the business of telling people what I desire, Vik.\" He said truthfully, and let that moment hold. \"You'll have to find another victim.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nVik shook his head while making a \"Tsk\" Sound. This boy was going to be a test, contrary to the other recipients of his gifts that jumped at the opportunity to change.\n\n\"My dear boy, you mistake me. I'm not looking for a victim, I'm looking for a friend. In fact if at any time you're unhappy with my arrangements you can back out free of charge, no strings attached.\" He giggled again, taking yet another bite of his raspberry tart as he let the air stew between them.\n\nVik was half tempted to bring out one of his toys, always finding reliability in his new shows of power (The Crocodile trap being his personal favorite). Yet something about this young man was different, he not only seemed like he witnessed great feats before, but the stench that surrounded this boy made Vik almost certain he'd *Lived* Through feats that rivaled the powers held by his golden mask.\n\n\"I don't want anything from you, Princeling. Believe me when I say I know what it's like to live your life under the scrutiny of everyone's expectations. I want to help you, but I can only do that if you let me.\"\n\nVik set his tea cup back on it's saucer with a small *Clink* Before turning to look at his handy sack of odds and ends. Taking a piece of meat from one of the untouched sandwiches, he held it near the bags opening. Before long Captain Tiddlywinks, his faithful feline familiar retrieved the morsel and gave a quiet meow in thanks."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nSomething about Vik was oddly personable, and Mikhail would be lying if he said the temptation to sit and stay a while wasn't tugging at him. He was exhausted, not physically but mentally, his mind having run over the small bits of information he'd gathered with no conclusion in mind. \n\n\"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel friends looking to give out favors 'free of charge' always end up wanting something in the end. Or their gifts are never what they say they are.\" As he spoke, Vik dangled a piece of meat from the sandwich he'd pulled apart over his bag. \n\nThe swipe of teeth had it disappearing, and the soft mew sounded in the clearing as if it had been right by his side. Mikhail inhaled, and finally moved to take a cautious seat at the mans makeshift picnic."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nLunch was always so much better when you had someone to share it with, and now Vik didn't have to stuff two sandwiches back in his bag, they didn't keep well after a short while.\n\nVik raised his hand to his golden chin and scratched at imaginary stubble to convey he was thinking, a habit you have to develop when your face is always hidden. There was so much pain inside this boy, and sooner or later he'd find some way to pass this pain on, maybe Vik wanted to stop that. He hadn't decided yet.\n\n\"You poor thing. If that's what your friends do to you then I don't think you've ever had a true friend. I don't want to use you, Mikhail, I'm not like the others. In more ways than one.\" He paused to refill his cup of tea, a quiet hum escaping his lips as he worked, offering to pour some more of the warm liquid in the cup he'd prepared for Mika.\n\n\"Tell me about yourself, I'm dying to hear your story.\" Vik still didn't know why he was drawn to this child, and the curiosity was eating him away."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nHe still had no intention of making a wish before the creature, and as he refilled his own tea and offered to fill a cup for the Prince, Mikhail held a hand out, rejecting the offer once more. \n\nReally he shouldn't have even talked to the creature, but he was tired and the break was nice. \n\n\"There isn't much to tell.\" He said simply, raising his good shsoulder in a half shrug. \"How did you end up in Astoria?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nSo this boy is having a bit of an identity crisis? No wonder Vik's pull to him was the strongest he'd felt so far. A child with no control over their own life is the closest thing to prophecy a creature of desires like Vik could get, and this made him ecstatic. He giggled loudly at the boy's question.\n\n\"Well the first order of business was getting myself some clothes. You have no idea how embarrassing it is coming into existence with only a mask on.\" Vik grabbed his cheeks and shook his head in an attempt to convey blushing before looking up again. His voice grew just a touch darker, a shadow of his former self, the minimal light breaking through the trees giving his laughing facade a grim look. Then he spoke.\n\n\"The next thing I did was kill a god.\" A pause, Vik making sure his last statement sunk in properly before the light returned to his voice, \"What would you do if you woke up with great powers?\" A quiet giggle."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nAt his statement, Mikhail's curious look turned stoic. His eyes held the masks', and they flickered from the eyes to the mouth of the mask, curious if fangs lingered beneath it. After a moment he inhaled deeply through his nose, and let the exhale fill the clearing like the flute had before. \n\n\"I suppose, I'd figure out how to use them.\" He mused, though that was a lot easier said than done. Sometimes powers lingered under the skin, making the bearer itch but not revealing themselves in any useful way."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\n\"Wonderful choice!\" Vik clapped gleefully, thinking back to his first steps out of the temple he was reborn in. It's true former Vik would have been cautious about the power and gone a different way, however Tiny Vik- Well actually I'll let him explain it. \n\n\"I took no such precautions. I jumped into my newfound abilities like one would jump into a lake to cool off.\" He stood up, cupping either hand around his mouth before shouting \"Ballista Bolt!\" And punching one fist into the other.\n\nAlthough the reaction made was minimal, as Vik punched his hand he sent out a slight breeze of cherry scented wind. Vik giggled as he sat back down, retaking his cup in his hand.\n\n\"Then I started going to work. Life is very busy once you upset the balance of things. You have no idea how dirty my hands had to get for those first few months.\" He held up his hands and waggled his fingers. Although they weren't necessarily dirty it was clear it had been a day or two since he soaked them in water. This was actually a design choice, keeping to his ragged jester look he put on when traveling by foot."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds\n\nThe Prince furrowed his brow, and started to protest \"I haven't made any choi-\" And the golden creature continued on it's rampage of reenacted self-discovery. The punch created a breeze, but in the same way a heavily perfumed woman did. \n\nMikhail moved to stand, and gave the creature a polite smile. \"This has been thrilling, and it was a pleasure to meet you, but I must be going.\" The way the creature was talking made him feel like they were seconds away from striking an unintentional bargain, and while his mother had taught him to trust in the things placed in your path, his father had _deliberately_ countered that advice. \n\n\"I appreciate your offer to help, in whatever way you were intending, but I don't think it's necessary or wise at this point in time.\" He added."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nVik began to protest but was unable to, if this boy didn't want his help then he couldn't possibly force it.\n\n\"As you wish, however at least take this.\" Vik reached into a pocket and pulled out a small glass ball that swirled with colors.\n\n\"If you ever change your mind and want to see what I have to offer then simply crush this ball and I'll hear it loud and clear no matter where or when I might be. Kind of like a reverse scry. If you wish you may throw it away or stow it somewhere to never be used.\" He giggled slowly at the idea of curiosity eating at this boy. \"The choice is all yours, my lad.\" He held out the marble between his fingers towards Mikhail."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds \n\nMikhail looked at the marble that had been produced, and after a moment's contemplation he nodded, taking the small token. He held it in his palm, careful not to crush it on accident. \"Thank you.\" He said simply, and then glanced to the treeline, having forgotten exactly where he'd entered from in the first place. \n\n\"Before I head out, can you tell me, what do you get out of helping people, Vik? If you're powerful enough to kill a god, why not become one yourself?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Tiny Vik\nAstorian Wilds\n\nThe smile beneath his mask grew wider, finally someone got it.\n\n\"A god needs believers to survive do they not? I was only able to kill Joramy because her followers had all but abandoned her and her one cleric felt betrayed.\" Vik began nibbling at his sandwich as he spoke. \"To tell you the truth, Mika, if I'm a creature of desires that aspires to be among the pantheon one day, then what better way to do so than by helping people fulfill their greatest desires?\" He continued biting off the sandwich, taking great care to not catch one of his fingers, he only had ten after all. \"I want to help people because that's what I am young man. I am your desires personified.\" He held his arms to either side in a \"Take me as you are\" Fashion, gauging the boy's reaction."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nAstorian Wilds. \n\n\"I wasn't aware my desires boiled down to a golden faced creature in the woods.\" He couldn't stop the remark from spilling out, and his eyes widened a bit at the realization he'd said it out loud. \n\n\"My apologies, thank you for the gift.\" He breathed, and dipped his head, a deep blush overtaking his features like it hadn't since he was young. He pocketed the marble, and straightened, taking two steps backwards before nodding once more and heading off into the trees to finish making his way back home."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada Courtyard\n\n\"Oh, wow, two bottles? Good job, Mary.\" Daemon said, pleasantly surprised. \n\"I'm good at what I do. Now, are you gonna pay me?\" The young kitchen hand responded. \n\"Yeah, yeah. Here.\" He grumbled, handing over the amount. She handed over the two bottles of wine she'd been able to take when the castle had gotten its shipment of wine. It was chalked up to a miscount.\n\nThe courtyard was dark and the two were tucked away, out of sight. The voices were hushed, but not so hushed as to seem suspicious. She finished counting and flashed Daemon a smile and walked away. The bottles were carefully tucked into a pack. Then he heard some light footsteps in the courtyard, Daemon turned to see a familiar shape quietly walking through the courtyard. \"The hell?\" Daemon asked, rapidly walking toward the familiar shape who seemed sort of fixated on walking to the front door. Daemon got closer and the moonlight got better.\n\n\"Mik?\" He asked, surprised, standing a few feet behind him."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Courtyard\n\nMikhail had made it back to Zahrada unscathed and mostly unnoticed. A few citizens closer to the palace stopped, questioning why he looked familiar, but he dismissed any thoughts that might have come from it. When finally he reached the palace, the guards blinked in surprise, not even aware the Prince had been gone to begin with. It wasn't their fault, they had only just taken over for their shifts that evening, but someone was in the wrong for not informing them he was away. \n\nHe made it halfway to the doors when Daemon caught him, and he gave his friend a tired glance. \"In the flesh.\" He responded with a halfhearted smile. \"Why are you out here, do they have you on patrols already?\""
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada Courtyard\n\n\"Ah, no, I was meeting a girl.\" Daemon said, \"Where have you been?\" He questioned. Daemon began to walk in pace with Mik toward the castle doors. \n\n\"It gets boring spending all my time with girls and squires. One is dumb and the other is boring.\" Daemon was dressed pretty modestly, but still with a sword on his belt as he always did. Not really put of his own desire, but as ordered by Lord Stafford. They slept with their weapons and spent every moment with it."
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Courtyard \n\nDaemon followed on his heels, and the two moved up the steps from the courtyard towards the home. The doors opened, giving the two teenagers a wide berth as they headed into the home. Mikhail pulled off his coat, tired of the weight of it from the entirety of the trip. \"I was in North Shore.\" He said simply, looking back to the man who stood a few inches taller than himself as they walked. \n\n\"You'd be careful with comments like that, you'll have to rely on those men with your life one day. And the women will make your life a living hell if they really want to.\" He murmured, his hand reaching into his pocket for what felt like the hundredth time to check on the status of the marble Vik had given him. \n\n\"I need a drink, are you coming or going back to your girl?\""
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada\n\nDaemon rolled his eyes at Mik's wisdom. \"If I need to rely on those guys with my life, I might aswell end it now.\" Daemon said sarcastically as he walked the halls. \"So what were you doing in the North Shore?\""
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada \n\n\"I needed to get a second opinion on something.\" He answered, and ducked out of the main hall into one of the parlors. His mother was a saint in her supply of sweet wines for guests, and he took advantage of the bottle and glasses set up on the table for the next guest they were to entertain."
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"message": "Daemon Coridon\nZahrada\n\n\"I suppose you wom't tell me what.\" Daemon said, pouring himself a glass. Being friends with a prince had its luxuries, the other squires didn't quite get the luxury of drinking wine whenever they wished.\n\n\"Oh, so you missed my sister showing up.\" Daemon started, taking a casual drink. \"Your mother has a new handmaiden.\""
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"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada\n\nHe let Daemon take a seat, and at the murmur of what _sounded_ like annoyance Mikhail paused, his own glass of wine in the hand that rested on his knee. \"It's not something I'm willing to talk about at the moment, no.\" He agreed, and raised a brow, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa he took up. His ankle crossed over his other knee, and he rested his glass upon it for a moment before finally settling on a comment. \n\n\"I wasn't aware you had a sister.\" He said finally, and took a drink."
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"author": "blargh.",
"message": "Courier for Elise Hagen\nZahrada\nAfter a short time a courier came in with news from a small village. \"S-sir you may want to see this. I'm sorry if I'm being a bother but this is important for the inhabitants of the town around my lady's keep and for her as well.\" The courier says looking a bit out of breath."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Eric Stafford & friends\nZahrada\n\nThe courier would've been received at the Zahrada keep's main gates. Once he was found bearing a letter to Lord Stafford, with the seal of another noble family, the courier would be taken to Lord Stafford who happened to be watching his squires spar from a balcony. Daemon Coridon would be seen battering some skinny squire into a corner. \n\nEric would raise an eyebrow at the courier and take the letter and reading it quietly. The courier could pretty plainly see the lord's jaw clench, and a sigh escape him. \n\n\"Willem, go send a letter to Stormalong. Have Captain Hart round up some fifty men, I'll meet them at Yellen on the way to Hagen's Keep. \"\n\n\"Aye, Mi'lord.\" The man said before ducking away to go write the letter.\n\n\"Courier, get some rest and food. When you feel fit to leave, tell your lady I'm coming.\"\n\nAnd the courier would be escorted for a meal, and whatever else the man might need before being set off back to Hagen's Keep."
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"author": "blargh.",
"message": "Courier\nZahrada\n\"Thank you for your patronage sir you will be duly thanked, Lady Elise os a kind woman and will make sure your men will receive the finest of weapons she can create. Though she does seem nice she can have a mean side. But truly she is kind, if not a bit lonely since her brothers left her with the keep since they felt it was worthless.\" The courier says as he graciously takes the food and supplies aa he headed off back towards Elise's keep."
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep, gates.\n\nThe sun was just setting as Lord Cromwell finally arrived at the capital. His horse trotting through the streets slowly as his retinue of five followed closely. All lightly armed and armored for the hasty journey. Robert had never been to Zahrada, never feeling the need to. Queen Anyanka had accepted fealty via letter and had conferred him his lordship via letter as well. Which resulted in him and his brother being surprised when they'd received Queen Anya's summons to the capital for something. The lord had been thinking of what it could be since he'd read the short letter. His brother had been more vocal. \n\n\"She must be asking you to join for a council as a nearby lord. Or for some sort of confirmation of oaths. I doubt Queens just ask people to come to their castles for tea.\" His brother had told him.\n\n\"Doesn't matter, I best not refuse. You're in charge while I'm gone.\" Robert told his younger brother, James. \n\nWith that Robert had left, rather hastily. Truthfully, it was nice for Robert to be out of the capital. He wasn't fond of being a lord, as much as his people loved him, and he them, but listening and resolving every dispute about a pig was enough to make him resent his people, or rather, their pettiness. \n\nRobert was stopped by the guards to Zahrada's keep, asking him to state his business. \n\n\"I'm Lord Cromwell, Lord of Sonder. I was summoned by her grace.\" He said, handing the letter over. The guard nodded and they allowed the small party into the courtyard.\n\nThey slow trotted in and a runner was sent to inform the queen that Lord Cromwell had arrived. Robert dismounted and a stable hand appeared to take the horses. The rest of his men joined Robert on the ground while stable hands took the six horses. \n\n\"Stay out here.\" He told them before going into the main hall to await further instruction."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Keep, Queen's Study - Astoria\n\nThe day had gotten away from her. She'd woken as usual, but the warmth of the day had started early, and she found it almost unbearable to be out in the heat. So she'd taken to her office, with all the windows open to keep it from being stifling, and opted into spending her day finishing orders for the new fleet. Reports on progress has started to come in, including the request for more timber which called for further incisions into the Audeamus. \n\nShe'd lost herself into the parchment, only looking up when a servant had brought her lunch. Stopping to eat, the warmth hit her once more, and the Queen pushed the meal from before her. She wasn't hungry anyway, and with the way things had been in Zahrada lately, she doubted anyone would attempt to scold her for a missed meal. Dayveth was who-knows-where, off on another one of his escapades, and The Staffords had lost their patriarch to some dispute in a holding. He would be gone for another week or so at least, leaving Angelica in charge of her normal duties, lordship duties, and motherly duties for the time being. \n\nAnya hadn't seen a friendly face since she'd retrieved Mikhail from North Shore.\n\nSince she'd already taken the pause in her work, the woman took the opportunity to go and change. It was a difficult task to find something in her wardrobe that didn't boast the typical jewel tones she preferred, but the heat wasn't going to take pity on her for the sake of a color preference. She found a thin cotton dress, a light blue that implied it had actually belonged to Angelica at one point, and changed. It made her hair look absurdly red in contrast, but she didn't intend visitors, so she had no issue with it. \n\nMore hours passed before a servant knocked on the door to her office once more, and Anya looked up, only then realizing how dim the light had gotten. \n\n\"Lord Cromwell has arrived, your grace.\" \n\nShe nodded. \"Send him this way. Has there been a call for supper yet?\" She questioned, also now noticing her hunger. \n\n\"About an hour ago, your grace. Shall I have something made fresh?\" The lithe woman was newer, and Anya shook her head. \n\n\"Pass it over a fire twice and bring two settings, one for myself and Lord Cromwell. We'll take it here.\" She nodded to the table beneath the window, and went back to finishing her notes before the man would enter."
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nAt Anya's whim, Lord Cromwell was found and brought to the study. The girl knocked, then openned the door for the lord, allowing him to enter. Lord Robert Cromwell was only slightly above average height, shorter than Lord Stafford. But of a similar build otherwise. He had broad shoulders and a lean build. The image of a soldier. His face was angular with a roughness to it, on his chin was trimmed beard the same color as his dark iron colored hair, that had begun the turn from black to grey, the greyness more prominent on the sides of his hair while the top still maintained a darkness. His eyes were darker blue-grey, a calm thoughtful look to them. The Lord knelt when he entered the room. \n\n\"Your grace, an honor to be summoned here.\" He said, as if he'd been practicing courtesies his whole life. Though kneeling didn't look good on him, he was rigid and stiff. It lacked the fluidity most nobles had when kneeling. He remained knelt until told to rise."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nA knock sounded again, just as Anya was finishing the last line on the parchment. Her pen paused, and she looked up to see the Lord and servant enter. He immediately took a knee, and she couldn't help the small smile. Thankfully he didn't see it, and she nodded to the servant, dismissing her to finish her task of having a meal brought up for them. \n\n\"You may rise, Lord Cromwell.\" She told him, returning her pen to the parchment to sign her name at the bottom. \"And no, not quite an honor to be summoned from your home on short notice, but I appreciate the implication.\" She added, that small smile from before in her voice as she held her page up, letting the heat of the candle dry the ink before she folded it twice and added it to her pile. \n\n\"The woman who escorted you a moment ago, Emma, will be back shortly with supper for us both.\" Anya spoke as she worked, barely lifting her head. She'd not expected him to arrive so quickly, her letter had only been sent out this morning, and she was in a mindset that she knew would leave unfinished work if she didn't complete it now. \"You'll pardon me for not stopping my work until she's returned, these are a bit time sensitive and I'd like her to leave with them. But please, tell me about your trip, I hope it was well?\" She asked, genuinely interested in the state of Sonder. It was closer to the coast, and was probably seeing some lovely weather off Lake Fey."
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nRobert rose slowly and stepped near the desk. Though, he didn't take the liberty of taking a seat as he wasn't quite told to. This being the first time he was meeting the queen, he didn't want to start taking liberties and offend her by accident. \"I truly do not mind. Being Lord of Sonder is the honor of my life, but it's nice to get away sometimes.\" That was partially true, defending Sonder and being honored for it was an honor. Being Lord was a more a hassle, which is why his brother did most of the administrating while Robert made decisions. \n\n\"Thank you, your grace, and if wouldn't be any trouble, would my guards have access to something to eat? I brought five just in case I had trouble on the road. Thankfully, there was none, the ride was rather pleasant.\" He stated."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe was humble, she could hear it in his voice even without looking at him. \"Of course, you all will be provided with lodging and comforts, I don't expect them to linger in the humidity, it's been just awful tonight, hm?\" She mused, and finished sealing the last letter before finally looking up at him. She hadn't gotten a good look before, but with him standing less than three feet before her he was too close to ignore. \n\nHe was handsome, in that way age seemed to grant men, and she moved her eyes over his features without hiding it. \n\n\"Have they been escorted inside, or not yet?\" She added after a moment, moving to stand. Her chair made a soft scraping sound as she moved, and she migrated to the window. From it, she could see the men still outside. Just then, another knock sounded, and her hum of approval had the door opening to three servants, Emma included. One set the table with plates of warmed meat and vegetables while another poured wine and waters for both. It wasn't elaborate, and she didn't intend it to read as romantic either, despite the intimacy of the small table. Emma passed an envelope to Anya, who redirected her to the stack of letters she'd just finished. \n\n\"Thank you. Those need to be sent out tonight, tomorrow morning at the latest if the riders are already dispatched. Please personally see to it that Lord Cromwell's men are offered dinner and rooms. We won't need further service, enjoy the rest of your night.\" The Queen saw them off, and moved to close the door behind them all. \n\n\"Please, have a seat, Lord Cromwell.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nDid as he was bid and sat in his chair. \"Thank you, your grace.\" He said, looking at her in a similar way she did him. Though his look was quick and didn't linger, as he didn't want to appear to be staring at the queen. She was as beautiful as he'd been told, an intruding thought said. He then shoved the thought out and waited for the queen to take her seat before he sipped the wine to taste it. \n\n\"So, your grace, I am assuming you summoned me here for more than dinner?\" He asked, deciding to get the conversation rolling. Preferring to talk over a meal."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Keep\n\nThey were seated, and he questioned her over a sip of wine. The woman nodded, her hand sweeping over her neck to summon her hair as she moved it over her other shoulder, shifting a bit in her chair. It was much more comfortable than the one she'd been in all day, but if she was honest she was itching to stretch her legs a bit. \n\n\"I did.\" She agreed simply. \"I'm aware you've held your lordship position in Sonder for about a year now, and from all reports things seem to be doing well under your leadership.\" She paused, moving to take a bite from her plate. It wasn't as warm as it would have been fresh, but it was the perfect temperature to keep with the heat of the day that still lingered even hours after the sun had disappeared. \"However,\" She added, and reached for her glass. \"I'm told you've got a brother of reasonable age who could take that lordship from you without much hassle in transition. And I'm in need of a new Head Knight.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nNodded, taking a bite and chewing quietly. Hiding his surprise through the quiet chewing as thoughts raced through his head. \n\nThe lord swallowed. \n\n\"You're asking me to be your Head Knight?\" He said, his voice didn't betray his surprise, but she could tell he wans't expecting it by the way his eyes widened. \"This is unexpected, your grace... It'd be an honor. My brother is more than capable of being lord of Sonder while I serve you.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I am.\" She confirmed. \"Captain Aldvis suggested you for the position. You've got a clean record, and even my best men couldn't find anything troubling in your name.\" She gave a smile, noting the way his eyes widened but not commenting on it. \"And I don't doubt that at all, which is why I'm comfortable turning over the Lordship to James while you take your position with me. A few weeks of training with Commander Stafford should have you fit for the position. We can start as soon as he returns from South Feyshore.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nHe took a drink of water and nodded. \"Of course, your grace.\" He said curtly. \"Once we finish dinner, I will send a letter and inform my brother of his new standing. I'm sure he and his wife will be pleased.\" He paused, \"When will Lord Stafford be back from South Feyshore?\" He asked, curious about the young lord. Robert had never met the man, but if half what he had heard was true, he'd like to meet him."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria. \n\nShe waved her hand in dismissal of the idea. \"A letter confirming your acceptance of the position.\" She tapped the letter that Emma had brought while the others set up dinner. \"I wasn't exactly expecting you to reject the offer, but I figured I'd wait to send it off until you had actually confirmed. It'll go out with the others once it's got your signature.\" Anyanka took a moment, not minding to talk while eating, but definitely wanting to finish her glass of wine. \n\n\"At the moment, I'd say he'll be gone for another week or two. But that's subject to change.\" It was as close of an estimate as she could give. \"Until then, you'll spend your time in the interim gathering what belongings you wish to move with you into the palace. I'll keep you at my side to show you what I expect of you on my end, before Stafford makes sure you're..\" She paused, and her eyes once more roamed. \"_fit_ for the position.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nNodded along with her words. \"I have few belongings that I would need to bring. Everythign else my brother can have. I'll only need clothes and armor. I don't intend to bring anyone with me to add to your household.\" He said simply, \"I am sure Lord Stafford will find me more than worth to serve as Head Knight.\"\n\nRobert finished his wine, \"So what would be my duties as Head Knight, your grace?\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnya couldn't quite tell if he was being humble in saying he had few belongings he would need, and her brow quirked a bit. \"This home will serve as your home, Lord Cromwell. You're welcome to it the same as myself and my own, considering you will be one of mine.\" She told him, and shifted a bit in her seat, swirling the wine in her glass before taking another drink. He finished his, so she moved to refill it and her own while she was at it. \n\nWhat an honor, to be served by the Queen. \n\n\"You'll serve as my personal protector. You'll train the knights being brought up through the ranks in the newly rebuilt Knight's Landing. You'll assist Commander Stafford in anything he may need, and assure the uniformity of those who wield a weapon in my name.\" Her silver eyes moved to his, and she grinned. \n\n\"You'll be my sword and shield, and you'll assure several generations of successors beneath you to continue the mantle once you've passed. The best heir a man could ever wish for, Lord Cromwell, is one that sits at a Queen's side. And that shall be you and yours.\""
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"message": "**James Partley,\nZahrada, Astoria**\n\n*James had been galloping for days when he reached the tall gates of the city of Zahrada, the capital of Astoria. He asked to be admitted, showing the letter from Lord Louis, his Master. They let him through, and he goes trotting on his tall white horse until the steps of the Royal Palace, where he dismounts, gets the letter and the letter opener, and heads inside. He gives the letter and opener to a guardsmen, which should take it to the Queen. James goes back on top of his horse, and gallops back to Aquarin.*"
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\n\"Thank you.\" He'd say when his glass was refilled, the wine here was better than what he had at Sonder, he'd have to get used to the comforts of the capital.\n\n\"I'd be more than honored to perform those duties, your grace. I am sure Lord Stafford will find me suitable.\" \n\nRobert was quiet, thoughtful, surprised by how quickly this position was being handed over to him. A brief training and confirmation with Lord Stafford and he would be a Head Knight, and doing what he would much rather do. Training people, fighting people, and maybe even having time to hunt."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nWhen she finished pouring, she returned to her meal. He once more said how Eric should find him acceptable for the position, and it was how she knew he was growing overwhelmed. Not many people knew what to say, but generally a 'thank you' was followed with a dismissal. She'd trapped the poor Lord into dinner as well. \n\n\"I'm glad to hear that, Lord Cromwell.\" She told him truthfully, and settled back in her seat a bit, enjoying not feeling hunched over for the first time in hours. \"So tell me about yourself. I know the professional side, Captain Aldvis filled me in. But tell me about the man who sits before me. You've got a brother, you mentioned his wife. Any nephews or nieces?\" She asked, and raised her glass to her lips \"Children and a wife of your own?\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nGave sort of a dismissive shrug, finishing his second glass of wine and waving off any more offers of a refill. \"My brother's wife is currently pregnant, so a nephew or niece will come at some point. She's only halfway into the pregnancy. Myself, no children or wife. Been much too busy for that, with anarchy, fighting constantly, didn't want to raise a child in that.\" He said simply. \"I'm not sure if you were here when it was at its worse, but things were really bad for a long time. There were points when I wanted to leave also, but I refused.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I understand not wanting to raise a child in the chaos after the fall. I left Feyshore for the same reason, to give Mikhail a chance at stability in his youth. \" She admitted, and it was something she'd not felt guilt about at the time, but his unshaking loyalty made her dip her chin a bit at saying it. \n\n\"It's a very brave thing, to stay through all that happened. I commend you on that, not as Queen but as a person. If my obligations hadn't been to my son, I would like to say I would have stayed. Maybe the revolution to return it to it's former glory would have started sooner if more people had.\" She mused, and let her glass rest upon her lower lip as she thought. \n\n\"How old were you when the fall happened, Lord Cromwell?\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nThought for a moment, doing the math in his head of how many years had gone by. \n\n\"Twenty-four? Not sure exactly how old I was, I stopped paying attention to my age after that. Years started to blend together.\" He said, \"No, I don't quite blame you for leaving. If you didn't have the ability to do anything about it, you should've left. It was awful. I wish I could've joined Lord Stafford when he brought order to the Southernmost portion of Feyshore a few winters ago, but my brother near forced me to stay. I suppose I'm getting to old to gallavant around Feyshore now.\" He said, meaning it as a joke, but his expression didn't lighten a whole lot. His humor came out sort of dry."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada Astoria\n\nTwenty-four at the all put him at only a few years her senior. A good thing, she figured, as it was unlikely they'd have very many ethical disputes on how she was running her Kingdoms. \"If I'm not too old for it, you're not. I've known men twice your age who take Stafford for every bit of coin he's got.\" She smiled into her glass, but it didn't last long. \n\n\"Does it bother you to talk of your history? I won't prod if it does, but I would like to know you inside and out. It makes it easier to trust you, should Stafford deem you his successor.\""
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"message": "**Lord Louis IV of Orleáns, \nZahrada Keep, Astoria**\n\n*When Louis woke up the following day, the sun was already high. After yawning his way out of sleep, he left to a nearby tavern for a warm bath, he had become filthy in his carriage. The hot water felt good on his skin, opening the dirty pores which had formed during his trip. He then cleaned it out with soap. He was a complete germophobe, and would do anything in his power to make sure everything is spotlessly clean. After he was done washing and cleaning his body, he changed into court clothes, the normal outfit filled with gold-thread. It was quite uncomfortable, but he knew that it elevated his status and appearance when in high society. He put his wig and scarf on, and moved on, flanked by 8 Royal guardsmen to the gates of the palace. The Royal guardsmen were big men, at least half a feet taller than him. They were armed with long broadswords and held a small round iron shield on their left arm. \n\nHe went up the steps of the palace, signaling for all except two of the bodyguards to stop in place and guard the entrance while he walked inside. The stairs were made out of cold, rough stone, and while going up he felt like he was walking on coal. He didn't make it obvious though. When entering through the gates of the palace he was greeted by a Royal guard and he was stopped and asked to state his business. Louis told him that he was the Lord of Landow and was asked by the Queen to come here while showing him the letter. He then sat down in an armchair and waited until he was summoned.*"
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nRobert leaned back in his seat a bit. \"No, talking about the fall doesn't bother me very much. I'm rather comfortable that everything I did was necessary, none of it keeps me up at night.\" He said. \"There isn't a lot to know, if you want to know the truth. Bandits and their like are bullies, but cowards. If you fight back and kill a few, they will turn away. Like coyotes, they only want dead prey.\"\n\n\"So, I gave the adult men a short training and I donned my armor and after a few died at the entrance of Sonder, the rest of them fled and moved on to the next village. Anyone who came to attack us again, were turnned away. Not everyone was so lucky to have a old knight to help them.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe listened, her lips lingering on her wine glass as he spoke. Heath had never spoken about what happened on battlefields. Eric didn't really either, they both had no real reason to bring it up and she wasn't usually keen on asking. But this felt like a bit of an interview process. \n\n\"Do you feel you'll still be able to assist in training of new knights? I expect you to help set a training program for those looking to take up the sword.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nHe gave a curt nod, \"I can set up a program, and I plan to take a active role in it. I'll need to find some instructors to assist me, which training them will take some time. Training people to fight is one of the things I enjoy.\"\n\n\"I intend to employ a strict training regimen. Controlling everything they do, see, hear, and eat from the moment they arrive to the moment they become knights.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe didn't seem intimidated by the role she was asking of him and she nodded, setting her glass down. The redhead stood, her chair scraping against the stone floors as she did so, and she moved to push the window open fully. \n\n\"That's good to hear. I'd like some uniform among the knights. Some of the ones trained in other courts are..\" She paused, looking for the right word. Rebellious wasn't right, they had no ill intentions, just opinionated. \"Well, too casual on duty, I suppose is the best way to phrase it.\" \n\nThere were an embarrassing nunber of times someone had found their way into her home unnoticed or unattended, and she wanted that to end. \n\n\"Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Lord Cromwell. I'm sure you and your men are tired from the journey on such short notice.\" She turned, her silver gaze settling on him. \"Shall I have rooms prepared or will you be returning home?\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada Keep\n\nLord Cromwell rose when his queen stood, \"It is rather late, if it isn't too much trouble, a night to rest would be very nice, your grace.\" \n\nRobert prepared to leave, \"I'm sure your stewards can do the rest once you command them, I will await your word.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe nodded, and gestured towards the door. She moved with him towards it, and Emma stood outside, awaiting the confirmation to deliver the letter to Sonder about the acceptance. \n\n\"Deliver the letter, and have the staff ready some rooms for Lord Cromwell and his men. They shall be given every comfort they desire.\" Emma nodded, and turned, moving to lead Lord Cromwell to rejoin his men. As they were leaving, Anyanka started to head back, only to be stopped by a man clearing his throat behind her. \n\n\"Pardon, your majesty. There is another visitor seeing your audience.\" He explained, and when her brow raised he held out the letter. It was the one she'd penned to Lord Louis, and she inhaled deeply. All she wanted was for the night to end so she could sleep, but it seemed Astoria wasn't going to allow that. \n\n\"Very well, I'll meet him in the parlor downstairs. See to it the fire wasn't lit this morning, and if it was, send him to the hall across, it's already miserably warm in the palace.\" She wasn't trying to complain, but between the wine and heat she already felt flushed. He nodded, and headed downstairs to assure the accommodations were proper before she followed after to meet with Lord Louis."
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"message": "Lord Louis IV de Orleáns\nZahrada Keep, Zahrada\n\nLouis was waiting outside paitently, wondering why he wasn't being attended. After thinking about it for some time, and it had been almost half a day since he entered the palace and asked for an audience, he came up with a conclusion. *Her majesty must be attending to someone else. I had seen some of Lord Cromwell's men outside, and it must be him who was talking to the queen. But tthere is the possibility she is just busy. Being the ruler of two sizeable realms is a very demanding task.* He was waiting around, fondling with his fingers and looking around him, taking large notice of the state of the castle. While Astoria suffered from the chaos after the end of the Ramsalot dynasty, he never thought it scarred that hard. The walls were rough and full of cracks, and looked like they hadn't had a proper maintenance in over a decade. While the walls were in terrible shape, and he was feeling uneasy about it, he decided to cover up the feeling, as the queen might be in a bad mood.\n\nFinally when the servant arrived with the appointment, he jumped out of his chair and went to meet the servant. He told Louis that the Queen had been busy for the day, but her guest had retreated to his quarters for the night, and her Majesty was free. He cheered up immediately, and thanked the servant, and then asked where was he supposed to meet her. The servant responded simply. \"The room on the left, mi'lord\". He thanked the servant once again, and went for the room, opening the door. He approached the queen and did a highly complicated curtsey meant for when meeting royalty, which ended in him taking the knee and giving a deep bow."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe attendant had set them up in the parlor she'd requested. It wasn't nearly as warm as the study upstairs, and for that she was thankful. She'd had enough time to slip into the room unnoticed before her guest was announced. She'd still had her back turned, her fingers on the latch that held the window closed, as the door opened. Anya inhaled deeply, her chest rising with the breath as she turned, and watched as the thin white haired man bowed before her. He moved to his knee, and she cocked her head to the side in amusement. There were few who took to her 'Queen' title over her 'Duchess' title, and nearly all of those people were citizens of South Feyshore. The Astorians had always known her as Duchess, even in their time before Astoria, and their footing always felt more equal.\n\n\"Thank you for your patience, Lord Louis.\" She told him, and motioned for him to rise. \"Your letter spoke of wanting to move into the diplomatic realm, if I remember correctly?\" It was a prompt, to get him to speak freely on why he had written to her in the first place."
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"message": "Lord Louis IV de Orleáns,\nZahrada Keep, Zahrada\n\nWhen commanded to rise, he rose, slowly, firstly going on two feet and then finally releasing the bow. He fixed his shirt and exhaled deeply before answering. \"Yes, your Majesty\" He said slowly. He thought she was going to ask him another question, but he then understood that it was an open-ended question, so he continued sharply. \"It is simple. My wife died only a few days prior to this meeting, and staying at the place of her passing is not going to be very good for my sanity.\" He released this information a bit too fast, and the expression on the Queen's face changed significantly, from curiosity to sadness. Not wanting to change the tone of conversation, he continued by saying \"But I think that if I had some tasks more demanding than being the ruler of a very successful province, it would lessen the control of grief over my mind. And seeing that my education was based on diplomacy and trade, I think that I could be useful increasing our diplomatic relations with nations all over Marin. What does your Majesty think?\"\n\nHe sighed, and thought that his appearance was below standards, as he focused too much on *His* Skills. But, as he did not know how to read complex emotions, he simply needed to hope for the best, and that Her Majesty thinks that my presentation is good enough for me to be considered as a diplomat. He looked at the queen, and waited for an answer."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria \n\nHer brow rose at his comment, and she moved from her place beside the window, gesturing to the sofa that sat before the unlit fireplace. \"I think it's unwise to put you into another court in a time of grieving.\" She told him, not wanting to extend the meeting with an idea she didn't think would serve either of them well. \n\n\"A spouse's death isn't something to pass over, Lord Louis.\" Her voice was soft, in the same way she spoke to Mikhail, and she moved to take a seat, gesturing for him to do the same. \"I'm sorry to hear of it, but throwing yourself into another court is going to be a stressful situation. Better men than you have broken under the stress of serving as a diplomat for a country. I'd hate to see you make this effort and lose yourself in the process.\""
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"message": "**Lord Louis IV of Orleáns\nZahrada Keep, Zahrada**\n\nHe sighed and dropped his shoulders, looking down in a defeated manner. He really had thought that he would get something to do, but well, that wasn't what the gods had in mind for him. He moved to the leather sofa there next to the fireplace, and sat down quietly and slowly. He then rose his head and retook his posture, going in to ask a question. \"That truly is a shame, your Majesty. Would I be wrong to assume that your majesty is coming to Lady of Orleáns Funeral, I am asking all people of importance, and of course, the population of Aquarin to come to the event.\" He said that with a light nod to the side and a smirk, waiting for a response."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe sat, but only for a millisecond before rising again and taking his stance once more. Anya's lips parted, a bit surprised by the question, and her brow twitched inward for a brief second before she continued. \"If you'd wish for me to attend, I will try my very best to be there.\" A moment passed, and once more she knit her brow together, clasping her hands together and resting them on her knee as she leaned forward a bit, looking up at the man who refused to sit with her. It had been a long day, and she certainly hadn't thought it would end with an invitation to a funeral. \n\n\"Lord Louis, are you alright? You seem to be acting a bit... Odd.\""
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"message": "**Lord Louis IV de Orleáns\nZahrada Keep, Astoria**\n\nHe let out a deep, long sigh and then responded. \"Maybe, your Majesty. I have been through a lot lately, and it is affecting my emotions. If it wouldn't bother your majesty, I would like to ask for permission to go back to my Palace for the time being.\" He waited paitently for an answer, just wanting to go back to his carriage and have a good night's sleep."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nA month had passed since she'd thought of the woman imprisoned beneath her home. She'd appointed a new Head Knight, Mikhail had taken freely to visiting North Shore as if that _wasn't_ a strange place for him to be, and the Stafford's had pretty much returned to Stormalong. Eric stopped in for training with Lord Cromwell, but their time together was mostly spent in Knights Landing and few and far between. \n\nSo when Zane caught her on her way to dinner, Amalthea was the last thing on her mind. She followed her spymaster into the depths of the dungeons, and gave him a weary look, though he didn't turn once to regard her. \n\nShe didn't like the feeling she was getting as they moved to the back of the cells. She couldn't feel that annoying itch of Marcus trying to escape. \n\nWhen they reached the cell door Zane pulled it open, revealing an Amalthea Victor sitting on the edge of the cot she was provided. She wasn't rocking nor muttering, and Anya didn't trust it. \n\n\"I've been told you've got something to share, Amalthea?\" She said, prompted by Zane's nudge."
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"author": "nepolitanbonipart",
"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe month had certainly taken its toll on the near-feral creature that Amalthea was slowly shifting into with each passing hour. Having grown even more gaunt than their prior meeting, she was collapsed helpless upon the cot. The shackles, without any strength to be gained through the direct possession of Marcus, who gave her an inhumane ability to overpower the weight of the chains, secured her arms and legs to the edges of the furnishment. Her back was flat against the wall, her head also erect as she stared emotionless at the gate.\n\n\"Yes... We have..\" Claimed the human, if one would call her that as her hair, which was pulled fairly neatly behind her head, exposed her face to full view, showing both Zane and Anyanka the extent of the years of containment.\n\n\"We... Are here to s... To swear... Al... Allegiance... To Any... Anyanka...\" Croaked her raspy voice as she opened her eyes, both of which were voice of much coloration. \n\nIt seemed, at least from the condition and circumstances they found themselves in, that Amalthea had finally broken. Her will. Her dignity. Everything was seemingly gone."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"We?\" She questioned, and clicked her tongue. Zane took his place beside the door, leaning heavily against the frame in anticipation of some reaction from Amalthea. \n\nShe had stopped reacting violently to his presence a while ago, and he cleared his throat. \n\n\"When Marcus first took over, he was able to speak clearly, why has he not been able to take over fully again?\" He asked, his voice only mildly curious. \n\nAnya raised a shoulder in a shrug, and moved towards the cot. Her hand found the woman's chin, tilting her head upwards. \n\n\"I'm not sure. Maybe she wasn't as gone as we had hoped. Or maybe she's spent the last what,\" She looked over her shoulder at Zane \"Seven, eight months?\" He confirmed with a nod. \"Fighting him. Who knows.\" Her gaze moved back to her. \n\n\"If you want out you have to cut the crazy, Amal. We're not letting you see the light of day if you can't form coherent sentences. The Amalthea Victor the world knew wasn't this feeble mess.\""
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"author": "nepolitanbonipart",
"message": "Her eyes had shut whilst Anyanka began to drone on and on, having lost much interest in their pondering of what exactly ailed her. Her body was too weak to do nothing but react to whatever was done to her. And so as her chin was held and tilted up to meet her gaze, she could not resist. What was left of her sense told her to open her eyes, and she did so, meeting her former sister's sight. But she did not recognize this woman. Her fragmented mind and the tortures of Zane had left her with few ideas about Anyanka. She knew her as someone of significance, but that was probably the limitation. And if she was in power... She could set her free...\n\n\"We...\" She corrected herself just as swiftly, \"I will try...\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada dungeons, Astoria\n\nThe woman corrected herself and Anya ran her tongue over her teeth. She was still rank, and Anya straightened, offering the woman her hand. \n\nSympathy for her was long gone, but pity still lingered. \"Harmattan, find Lord Cromwell. Ask him to attend to the bath house. I want no one to enter the perimeter until we're through. You're to lead the guard externally, he'll lead internally with me.\"\n\nZane raised a brow. \"Wouldn't it be better if I took internal?\" He asked. \n\n\"Considering the prisoner, no. You've had enough time with her.\" It wasn't supposed to be an insult, but she waited for Amalthea to take or reject her hand. \n\n\"Wouldn't you like a bath, Amal?\""
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"message": "Amalthea Victor\nZahrada Dungeons, Astoria\n\nA bath... The frail woman could almost be heard releasing the faintest moan upon the hearing the word. But this likely could not have been detected due to the sheer raspiness of her throat. She didn't have too many memories to be put back together, however she still had enough sense to know both what a bath was and meant for her. She then managed to notice the hand that was offered and extended for her to take. The iron shackles that held her in place, however, kept her arms in place. Even with her most vigorous efforts, all she could do was rattle the chain, if that. Her body was fatigued and so malnourished that her body had begone the dangerous resort of actually consuming herself for energy. And so the only thing she could do was with her words, which she was hardly able to get out:\n\n\"Y-....Yes... P...Please..\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada dungeons, Astoria\n\nThe Queen had forgotten about the chains that held her, and the rattle reminded her. She turned, her open palm now before Zane. He hesitated, and she gave a scoff, stepping forward. Her fingers moved into his pocket, her eyes locked on his with annoyance as she fished out the keys for the shackles. \n\n\"Quit doubting me, Zane. If you had been like this all those years ago she would have had _me_ in chains.\" She muttered, though she knew it was a lie. Amalthea had every intention of killing her too, she'd never have been held. They all thought it was foolish Anya had saved a cell for the murderer too. \n\nShe unfastened the chains from the wall, leaving her bound at the wrists for the time being. Once she's been transported she'd undo them fully, after Zane was Stationed outside. \n\n\"Carry her, I doubt she can walk.\" Anya added, palming the keys while Zane moved towards Amalthea to lift her fragile body from the cot."
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"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada Dungeons, Astoria\n\nThey were gone. Month after month of those accursed bracelets had done their job; her flesh where they once hung was rubbed raw, some pieces of her flesh removed down to the very bone.\n\nHer hands began to tremble along with her knee caps, which were now able to at least shift with her body. But with them gone, she now had nothing to keep her body propped in the cot. However, she had not the strength to keep herself upright, causing her form to drift forward and forward and forward... Until only the arms of Zane saved her from collapse, which likely would've only led to further bodily damage. However, her body would've been far lighter than any woman her age should've been. She was a living skeleton with a layer of skin covering over her form. \n\nWith a weak, timid cry of pain as his hands took hold of her, she began to whine lightly as she was recieved to be carried."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada dungeons, Astoria\n\n\"Don't hurt her.\" Anya winced instinctively as Amal whined, and Zane brows knit together. \n\n\"Are you _fucking serious?_\" He questioned, but shifted his hold on the woman to cradle her. It felt stupid, all things considered, but he followed orders. Even if this was the woman he would have killed on the docks if it had been up to him. \n\nActually, that's a lie, he would have killed her after that first month of being her personal slave. But then he wouldn't have Robyn, so it was complicated. \n\nHe carried her to the bath house, Anya staying close but leading the way. Four officers from the Underground moved with them, keeping close to take their positions around the structure. \n\nThe bathhouse was an homage to the ones in Kath, luxurious and inviting, with fires lit beneath the marbles to keep the floors warm and the waters hot. It wasn't near the standards of Amorothian houses, but it was nice enough. \n\nAnya stepped inside, assuring no one was occupying the building, and then gestured for Amalthea to be brought in. \n\n\"Find Cromwell.\" She told Zane simply, watching as he set the woman on a plush stool a few feet from the edge of the bath. \n\nAnya looked over Amalthea, even more pathetic in the warm glow of torches that made her look like a corpse. \"Do you need help standing?\""
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"author": "nepolitanbonipart",
"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\nThe woman had felt something that she had not experienced in a long time: heat. But not the simple shift in temperature due to another body or a shift in the temperature of the rocks she once slept on. No. This was heat. True, comforting, body-longing heat. Her body would go even more limp in Zane's arms before he was ordered to set her down. \n\nHer eyes, though they prefer to remain closed and rest; her eyes could hardly stay open for a few moments before needing to relax. But this body feature was not only what became evident by her removal from the dungeons. Her skin. Anyone who could look at her could tell that she was far from even being considered pathetic. She was monstrous in appearance. Her flesh was pasty. Dirty. Bloody. Puss-covered.\n\nWhat sockets she had left turned to face Anya, who she stared at. But it was not with hate. With resentment. It was a look of desire. Maybe not the desire that lovers would crave; more on the lines of the desire for help.\n\n\"I... Can't m... Move..\" She revealed. Her legs were more or less twigs that dangled from her waist."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe redhead nodded, moving her hair from behind her to over her shoulder as she moved to Amalthea. Her arm slipped around her waist, hoisting her up and draping her arm over Anya's shoulders. \n\nIt wasn't exactly walking, but there was more dignity in leaning heavily against the Queen as she guided her in a charade of movement than just being carried. There were steps leading down into the waters, and she moved down one, letting the warm waters lap at their toes. \n\n\"Is it too warm?\" Anya asked. Her skin was practically paper, and she worried it would burn her sensitive flesh just at the touch. \n\nAdmittedly, she hadn't worried about Amalthea much. She was waiting for the confirmation she was subdued. And when she'd preformed the ritual to place Marcus inside her body, she hadn't looked this awful. She was thin, but not malnourished. It hadn't occurred to her that maybe two spirits in one body would burn it at both ends. The first few days had been find, but she'd walked away fro reports to await Zane's confirmation that they were solely dealing with Marcus and not Amalthea. Anger at how _ruined_ she looked was aimed at Zane. \n\nHow were they supposed to pass this woman off as _the_ Amalthea Victor?"
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"author": "nepolitanbonipart",
"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHer breathing was shallow, her chest hardly rising nor falling as she was still donned in what scraps that remained of her clothing. She watched Anya approach her, causing her eyes to close as she prepared herself to be grabbed yet again. Upon being recieved by the much fresher woman, she gasped a bit, her body tensing as she was lifted and brought about.\n\nAs she was finally allowed to experience the water, her breathing quickened if only for a second. She could feel the source of heat growing warmer, and warmer. Her head, one of the only points of her body where she could move, tilted so that one of her eyes could get a look at the one whom she held so closely to her heart. Time, however, had proven her memories were more than faded. \n\nBut if there was any question about whether or not Marcus was at this point in control, perhaps it would be revealed by what she spoke before being led into the water as she stared at Anya:\n\n\"S-S... Sister..\" Her throat managed to croak out softly, \"Thank... You..\" \n\nAs she felt Anya enter the water, she looked downwards, her eyes closing. But Anya's suspicion that the water mag have proven too hot was confirmed as her body tensed up followed by a groan, \"Hot... H-Hot..\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\n\"Okay, alright, alright.\" Anya's voice was soft and coaxing as she moved to take a step back. The main pool was warmed, as were the others so she didn't have much of a choice to help with the temperature. Instead, she guided Amalthea to a seat where she stood, assuring only her feet remained in the inch or so of water on the step. \n\nAnya moved a few down, her dress growing heavy with the weight of the water that seeped up into the fabric of it. She didn't kind, but it made things a bit inconvenient. With Amalthea sitting, she cupped some water into her palm, and let the droplets pour over the woman's calf, gauging her reaction. \n\n\"We'll build to it, it takes a while to get used to it.\" She explained, her free hand on Amal 's shoulder to hell steady her. Dirt, puss, and dried blood didn't move much from the small droplets, but she could tell where the water rolled down towards her toes. It discolored the water on the step, and Anya wondered just how thick the debris was on her skin."
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"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada, Astoria \n\nHer body was at near-complete ease; it had been months, if not years since her body has ever been granted such care and attention, especially attention involved with bathing. Her hand managed to take a hold of your arm for a moment before being forced to release. \n\nAs she lay there, relaxing in Anya's lap, she felt the water having been cupped poured upon her leg. She tensed up immediately, but it was far more manageable and so she did not jump nor jolt as they warmth landed upon her flesh. But there was more than that dripping off of her body; a lone tear twinkled down the side of her cheek, falling from her chin and onto the side of Anya's sleeve.\n\n\"Anya... I'm so tired...\" She spoke. Soon, the lone tear doubled to two... Then four... Then a stream. Her tired body could only move a bit as she sobbed, doing her best to clutch onto the only one she seemed to have left. It was clear that her brain was void from the memory of the assassination and who had put Zane up to his torture."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\nAnya didn't comment as the brunette started to sob. She didn't know what to say, surprised at how conflicted she felt about all of this. It would have been easier to have her killed, but Robyn wouldn't have stood a chance without his mother to force him into place on the Vincentien throne. \n\nShe was doing it for him, not the woman who called her sister. Zane must have been cruel to make that bit stick with her. \n\n\"It's okay, you'll get to sleep when we're done. We just don't want you to ruin your sheets, it would be a shame.\" She said simply, continuing the motion of pouring water over broken and damaged skin. \n\nShe shifted a bit, and extended Amal's leg carefully into the water, allowing her the time to grow used to its warmth before she started to rub her thumb in a small circle over a patch of skin, clearing it up. \n\n\"See, your not a monster beneath it all. We'll wash Zane away and you'll feel better, Hm?\""
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"author": "nepolitanbonipart",
"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada, Astoria \n\nFew would have the displeasure to know how Amalthea had been treated first hand. But, on the same end, no one had the delight in experiencing what she was going through. Many royals may bring in their whores for the uttermost sensations of bliss, but Amalthea was receiving it by a simple bath. For any normal person of no significant background, she may have seemed a bit dramatic but she did not have a single care about any one else's opinions. \n\nThe tears continued to for a but longer before she was eventually reassured. The light pressure that Anya applied to her skin easily removed the layer of grime that plagued her both. She could honestly say no more; she was content with laying in place, allowing herself to be cleaned of the filth that had cursed her health and body for so long. The only thing even reminiscent of words were the haggard sighs of relief she released as further scoops of water were poured."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Bath Houses Astoria\n\nShe continued her work, eventually stepping away from the waters to retrieve a washcloth. When she returned, she used it with the lightest touch so the fabric wouldn't be too abrasive on her skin. \n\nShe cleaned her arms and legs, before finally pulling the shreds of cloth over her head to clean the rest of her. Bones protruded just about everywhere, and she made a mental count of all the wounds she saw that would need Dayveth 's touch to heal. \n\nWhen finally she was finished, the waters were murky, something that usually only happened after the recruits had a hands on training session in the woods. She'd seen men come back with sticks and leaves in their beards, covered completely in mud from wrestling an opponent. She guided Amalthea down fully into the waters, and took a seat on the step so she could support her head as she washed away several months of sweat and blood from her hair."
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"message": "Her body remained limp, guided only by Anya's movements as she was bathed. She may not have had the mindset and sharp wit that she once possessed, or at least for now, but she was not a vegetable either. She could think. Make observations.\n\n\"I'm a wretch..\" She admitted blankly to Anya as she felt her fingers snake through her hair. \n\nHer eyes remained closed, not wanting to damage her vision, which was probably the most healthy function that her body could continuously perform.\n\n\"I'm... Nothing now...\" She added. \n\nBut she finally added one last question. One that would be of major importance for Amalthea and Anyanka both:\n\n\"What happened to me..?\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Bath Houses,Astoria\n\nIt was a loaded question, and Anya's fingers in the matted hair hesitated. She could tell the truth, that Amalthea had murdered her nephew, and had spent the last year in the dungeons for spilling the blood of a boy who had done nothing wrong. \n\nShe could lie, and say she'd been ill, and the tortures she'd endured were the figment of delusional fever dreams. \n\nOr she could tell her a half truth, something not quite whole and not really a lie but an omission. \n\nAnya resumed her fingers through the woman's hair. \"What do you remember?\" She asked carefully, finally getting her fingers to move through a particularly nasty knot."
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"message": "Amalthea Victor\nBathing Houses, Astoria \nThe question probed the broken women's mind, sending her brain down a path of remembrance. \n\n\"Pain..\" \n\n\"That man...\"\n\nOf course this was obvious. She could quite easily recall the constant beatings, bruising, and even penetrations from the guards, who were permitted to have their fill of the woman all from the insistence of that one man.\n\n\"You... Were... Being held...\" \n\nFlashes of the trial reached back to her. She did not know why nor did it seem she could remember that it was in fact she who had called her to it. The insistent yelling of men as Anyanka looked on. \n\n\"I was looking for you...\"\n\nPerhaps this was the close to the most dangerous thing she could recall. She could remember her return to Astoria, but not why nor what she also did whilst there."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\n\"That's all behind us now,\" Anya assured her. \"There were some awful things that have happened in our past, but we're past it now.\" She shifted the woman, helping her sit up. \n\n\"Harmattan won't hurt you anymore, I'll see to that personally.\" Anya gave a small smile, but it faded quickly. \n\n\"I'll help you get back home, you and Robyn both. But you have to want me to help you.\""
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"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\nThe reassurance was the only thing that could soothe her fractured mind, leaving her in seemingly complete serenity. Her jawline suddenly shifted, as did her lips as she painfully formed a smile as her eyes remained sealed. \n\n\"Thank you..\" She spoke in her typical, dehydrated, raspy voice as she slipped deeper into a sense of security. Her promises of no more visits from... Him were all that she could ever want at the moment, save her obvious necessities.\n\n\"R-Rob... Where... Where is he?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\n\"He's here, he's safe.\" The redhead moved the cloth over Amalthea's cheek, surprised though she shouldn't be about the amount of grime that washed away from the nude woman. \n\n\"You can't see him yet. But looking like this, he'll be to frightened of you and your health to want to go home.\" It felt dirty, to speak this way, as if she hadn't ultimately been responsible for the woman's state. \n\n\"So we get you cleaned up, feeling better, eating well again, and then you'll see Rob, deal?\""
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"message": "Amalthea Victor \nZahrada Bath Houses, Astoria\n\nThe assurance that her son was indeed alive and well formed a faint smile across her lips. He was safe. Or at least that was what she was told. She didn't know the details, but frankly, she didn't care. Anya's assurance seemed to suffice.\n\nBut it was when she gave her reasons behind why she could not see him that caused her smile to vanish just as quickly as it formed. Her eyes trailed down to the water, waiting for the vibrations to stop in a spot so that she could be given full view of her face. She knew the condition of her body was horrid, but what about her...\n\nHer jaw lightly gapped and her eyes widened as she took a glance at her appearance. For a moment, she stopped breathing, seeming to be overcome by her gaunt, haggard appearance. She was revolting... Disgusting... If she had anything left in her stomach to gag back up, she would've done so in an instant, but, as it was, she didn't. \n\n\"D... Deal..\" \n\nShe found herself slowly shifting to sink further into Anya's supporting arms."
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"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nIf Jax was an honest man he'd confess he had no idea what he was doing here.\n\nIt had been almost a week since his encounter with the Grand Duchess, and since then it seemed like his body was on autopilot. His resignation from the Watch was sorrowful, despite having his command for such a short time he really bonded with his squad. Seeing their young faces on the brink of tears almost made him regret leaving. Almost.\n\nHe didn't have much in the way of possessions to pack, most of his clothes were part of his Watch Uniform, and Jax had a bad habit of owning enough personal effects that could easily fit in a knapsack. His most prized possessions were with him and that's all that mattered, the shining sword at his hip and the polar opposite aesthetic of his dagger clinking at the small of his back.\n\nJax quickly took care of what affairs he had left, selling his apartment, collecting his cache of silver, and dispatching a messenger to the Witherlands to alert Aleksandr, and escort the lad back to Astoria.\n\nNow he was here, looking up at the high stone walls that he guessed would be his new home, at least it was his new job. He didn't know what he'd be doing, not even Her Majesty seemed to be certain, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, not after Vik.\n\nThe grizzled knight approached the front gates and announced his presence to the guards there.\n\n\"I am Jax Brightwater, here at the request of Her Majesty, Anyanka Durkhan, returning the ring she left in the North Shore.\" He declared, holding the bauble aloft.\n\nSurprisingly Jax was accepted inside, and led to what appeared to be some combination of office and lounge to await the Queen's arrival."
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"message": "Queen Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nThe week had passed exactly how she had expected. Mikhail sulked, keeping mostly to himself until he'd returned to his training with Lord Cromwell as his new teacher. The routine had started to settle back in, and she was glad to know that at the very least the newer recruits had acclimated nicely. \n\nWith Eric Stafford gone, and Angelica also to Stormalong, she'd lost some of the heaviest hitters in her cabinet. She was trying to rebuilt, but the loyalty of a woman who had stood by your side through two wars wasn't easily replaced. And Stafford's loyalty was unmatched as well. \n\nSo she had taken some of the slack under her influence, but it felt like she was starting to tread water at this point. \n\nDinner had been called, and Mikhail was happily discussing some drama from the courtyard with Daemon and his sister Victoria. She sat across from them on the other end mod the table. Zane, Angelica, Eric, Dayveth, and Marcus' seats were all empty, and the women ate quickly before dismissing herself back to her office. \n\nOn her way there, she was alerted to a guest, someone from North Shore with a ring. Her melancholy expression turned soft, and she agreed to meet him in the drawing room closest to the back of the palace."
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"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax stood like a board, more out of habit than anything as he waited, his thoughts going back to his time under a Pirate Warlord that prided appearance.\n\n*\"Needles, Brightwater! If I catch your head lowered again I'll make a pin cushion out of that collar.\"*\n\nJax ran a finger across his neck as the muscles remembered their pain. After a few minutes he began to relax, his nervousness melting away as he distracted himself with what lay around the room.\n\nHis eyes fell on a painting along a far wall, the blonde boy it depicted was smiling, but something about the paint seemed off, as if the boy wasn't smiling when this was taken and the artist did their best to cover it up. It was mesmerizing.\n\n*MIKHAIL*\n\nJax pulled himself back to the present when he noticed the sound of footsteps outside the door, quickly snapping back to attention and preparing to salute in the same manner he had been since childhood."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nTwo guards waited outside the door, both dipping their heads but otherwise unmoving as Anya approached. One moved when she was close enough to the door, turning and pulling it open for her to enter the drawing room. \n\nIt was warm, thanks to the fire that burned in the hearth, and she entered unannounced. He was watching the door, and she gave a small smile at seeing him. \n\n\"You came.\" She stated, though that was obvious for them both. She didn't add more, knowing he'd probably explain his reasoning. Her fingers laced together before her, resting against her thighs as she moved to take a seat on the plush couch before the fire."
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"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"Your majesty, I have come to return your ring.\" He held out his palm that clutched the small ring, kneeling before the Queen once again lowering his eyes to the ground. His head was spinning, not exactly sure himself why he was here.\n\n\"Your offer... Intrigued me to say the least, but it's not every day a royal requests your service personally.\" Jax felt odd being this far south again, and kneeling before a monarch again wasn't helping his flashbacks."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax moved to his knee, kneeling before her in the way any other soldier would have done. Except, he added the gesture of a raised hand and a ring in his palm. The ordeal looked like an absurd proposal, and Anyanka laughed out loud. Immediately her hand moved to cover her lips, stifling the sound with an apology. \n\n\"I don't mean to laugh.\" She insisted, taking the ring from his palm. \"I just never thought I'd see a man on his knee with a ring for me again.\" She explained, the laugh still lacing her words. \"Stand, Jax. I invited you here in hopes we'd even our playing fields a bit, not to have you kneel before me.\" With that, she once more patted the seat beside her, just as she had back in North Shore. \n\n\"I hope this means you are open to discussions about staying in Astoria?\""
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"message": "Sergeant Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax continued to kneel, raising his eyes but not his head.\n\n\"Your majesty, I couldn't possibly sit beside royalty, I'm just a commoner, an exile.\" He folded his arm over his raised knee once the ring had been taken from him, staying in that position as he spoke.\n\n\"I am, Your Highness. The idea of staying and what that brings seems almost too good to be true, but I'm excited for it either way.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Queen Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria.\n\nThe redhead rolled her eyes, and grabbed one of the throws from the couch. She took it, dropping it onto the floor before her feet, just a little before where he made his stance, and then moved from the couch to sit upon it. On the floor, they were eye level and she cocked her head to the side, her thumb gliding over the cold metal of the ring he'd returned as it twirled around her pinkie. \n\n\"Something you'll learn about Astoria, Jax, is that we're all commoners. Most of us started as slaves, or whores, or exiled men. We don't worry about the life you had, we worry about the one you decide to build within these borders.\" She spoke evenly, and shifted to let her legs stretch out past him. \n\n\"Astoria will bring you a lot of things, opportunity most abundant among them, but only if you're willing to forget the place you've been put in before.\" Her brow quirked a bit, and she reached forward, her finger tapping his chin to raise his gaze to her own. \n\n\"So who would you like to be, Jax Brightwater?\""
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"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nThe question rang through his head, the premise so simple, and yet the weight of it could shape his future.\n\n\"I'm a fighter, a survivor, a knight ma'am. I have been since I was a lad and my big sister Beth took me as her squire.\" He didn't know why he was telling her his life story, even including the tidbit about Ser Beth. She wasn't really his sister of course, but the two had trained and lived together nearly all his life, and he idolized her. His mother always hated how much deeper his affection went for her, not liking the public image of a Noble Son calling a Shitblood family.\n\n\"I guess, your Majesty, I want to be known. I have always done my duty and been shoved aside, for once I want my efforts to be paid back in full.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nHe listed his résumé, and told her a bit about a sister she'd not expected. Her brow rose a little, but she didn't comment on that fact. When he finished, she smoothed her fingers over the pillow she perched upon. \n\n\"Is that the only place your strengths lie, Jax? In the excellence of your physically form?\" It wasn't meant to be an offensive question, and her eyes flustered over his forearms, curious if he bore the training scars she'd seen begin to develop on the soldiers who switched from wood to metal. The light of the fire backlit him, and she couldn't quite tell. \n\n\"You mentioned before a noble lineage, is that true, or were you just trying to impress me?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"I'm not one to brag about something I'm not certain of, Your majesty, and lately my sword is the only thing I've come to rely on.\" Jax never considered himself humble, often bragging after a few glasses of wine, claiming every legendary deed under the sun. It was strange he wasn't boasting, perhaps he was trying to get to the point, maybe he was trying to impress the Queen. His knee began to pulse, he wasn't used to kneeling this long but he didn't dare to move unless ordered to relax, and he needed the practice.\n\n\"The nobility is true, My Lady, however we held no lands, simply having rule and money enough to get into the favor of the Ramsalots and further develop the Anchorage.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nHis knee buckled, but only barely, and she remembered he was probably awaiting orders to rise. \"Sit, Jax, this is too long of a conversation to have on your knee.\" She told him idly, then pushed a hand through her hair. Hee eyes moved towards the ceiling, thinking over what he'd said. \n\n\"If you want to be known, I suppose there are more than a few ways to do it.\" Her musing had her leaning back on her palms, enjoying the fire that seeped warmth into her skirts. \n\n\"A lordship is possible, like I'd mentioned before, though that would put you under Lord Vignola 's watch on the northern border until I was satisfied with your training. That does leave the issue of your Squire though.\" She paused, \"And you said you trusted your sword more than anything else. So maybe a position in the Queen's guard, until you've proven loyal and able. Then perhaps something more appealing than keeping watch over my chambers? A knighthood? A general? I just appointed a new head knight, but they seem to find themselves in need of assistance more often than not.\""
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"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria \n\nJax could feel his bones shifting as he lowered his right knee and sat back on his haunches, feeling like a warrior from the East who he heard meditated before battle in a similar position.\n\n\"My Queen, I came to swear in my service to you. My sword is yours, my life is yours, and my body is yours. I will go wherever you command me to.\" He paused, raising his head. \"However if possible I would request to still be able to guide young Aleks, my squire.\"\n\nThe fire warmed his back, a welcome comfort after his time on the road. Jax may be a knight, but he didn't actually own a horse, being forced to walk the long distance between the two capitols wasn't something he minded though in fact he enjoyed the quiet for once. Thinking on it now, Jax's only \"Knightly\" Posession was his sword, the strange mix of rapier and saber that favored his old Feyshorian fighting style was definitely out of place among his muddy and beaten rags he called armor."
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"message": "Queen Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace Astoria\n\nA soft smile overtook her lips, and she pulled her gaze from the ceiling back to the man who now had taken a position on both knees. The mother in her wanted to insist he sit fully and comfortably, but she hel back any remark as he swore himself -body and sword- to her. \n\nIt wasn't the first time she'd heard it, and he sounded just as genuine as any other who served her. \"You and your squire will both be given housing in Zahrada, feel free to continue his studies as you see fit.\" The woman paused, looking over him. \n\n\"Considering the hour, it's too late to awaken Lord Cromwell for the sake of assigning a room, he's got an early morning and I'd hate to see him groggy in training. I'll have a spare room turned down for you,\" Another beat, and this time she looked to the door, her brow furrowing a bit in question. \"Is your squire with you?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"I'm afraid not at the moment, Your Grace. Aleksandr had some family matters he had to attend to, I've sent a messenger to fetch him but it should still be some time.\" Jax was half expecting to be turned away, but welcomed this surprise anyways.\n\nThe thought of a bed made his muscles pulse in anticipation of rest, but he refused to take advantage of hospitality.\n\n\"I appreciate the thought, Your Grace, but I'm perfectly comfortable staying at the tavern until more permanent arranges are made, you've been too kind already.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Queen Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace Astoria\n\n\"Nonsense. You're here on my request, and the gatekeepers claimed you arrived on foot. If you're willing to walk from Brindelle to Zahrada for the opportunity to serve Astoria, I'm more than happy to assure you a place in my home.\" With that, she moved to stand, holding her hand out to help him from his place.\n\n\"You arrived on the tail end of dinner, so I'll have a meal warmed for you. Feel free to partake in the bathhouse, we'll find some clean clothes and a room ready by the time you've eaten and bathed.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria \n\nThe man knew better than to argue with a woman that's made up her mind, and this one was a queen to boot.\n\n\"Your will, Majesty,\" He took her hand but didn't pull as he rose, \"My Hand.\"\n\nHis stomach growled at the mention of a warm meal, and the scent of travel hit his nose at the thought of a bath.\n\n*Next time, bathe before you meet with Her Majesty, you dolt.*\n\n\"Thank you for your generous hospitality, Your Grace, I look forward to testing myself under your command.\" For the first time since he arrived, he flashed a smile."
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"message": "Queen Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace Astoria\n\nShe nodded, glad to see the smile he'd thrown so liberally before. \"Of course.\" Her hand moved from his, and she headed towards the door. The two guards that stood posted on either side shifted as the heavy wood parted. The one to her left was instructed to secure one of the private rooms in the bathhouse for him, and to lay out a few pieces from the guest wardrobe for him to chose from when he was finished. \n\nThe other was sent to prepare a room for the man. Her fingers flickered over his shoulder as she gave the order, a subtle indication that she wanted the man close enough that he'd be watched should he not have come here of his own volition. \n\nAfter they departed she looked to the man still in her drawing room. \"Dinner first?\""
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"message": "Sir Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax bowed again.\n\n\"Your majesty, I've allowed myself to be disgusting in your presence for too long. Please, allow me the night to bathe and eat so I may be presentable for you tomorrow.\" Jax straightened again a moment before the guard that was sent to prepare him a room grabbed his elbow and began pulling.\n\nJax hadn't had a proper bath in what felt like months, but in reality it was closer to years. The bath houses he frequented were good for washing grime after a long day on watch, but everyone knew they were nothing but glorified whore houses. When Jax entered this bath he was enveloped by the smells of the bathing salts. The large stone tub was surrounded by scented candles that perfumed the air and intoxicated his nostrils. He undressed quickly and practically dove into the heated water. It was scalding at first, but Jax acclimatized quickly, feeling the cold in his bones melting quickly away like the dirt on his skin. A selection of soaps was brought to him, and not knowing where to begin he chose one at random, a sandalwood concoction mixed with juniper.\n\nTo say the least Jax was being pampered and he wasn't at all used to it. He was having food brought and water refilled, he was even brought a new pair of clothes and a razor to trim his beard.\n\n*Is this the new life for Brightwater?* He thought to himself as he ate smoked boar and drank honeyed wine.\n\n*Is this an improvement?* He continued to ponder this, as he fell asleep that night"
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n**\nThe man wasn't subtle, and she smiled before granting his dismissal. She would retire for the night as well, but not before making sure someone was sent to inform Lord Cromwell that he'd gained a new recruit. In her message, she'd told him she'd be bringing the man first thing tomorrow morning to test his ability, and that she was hoping to finally see her new Head Knight take up a sword against him as well. \n\nNo response came, but she wasn't surprised at that considering the hour. She could only hope she didn't have to re-explain herself or her intentions come dawn. \n\nThe next morning came with no hassle, and Anya dressed modestly. It was a note she'd taken from Charity during her time there, finding spending her days among the knights were significantly more flattering when she was dressed in her jewel tones, but much more comfortable in boots and unboned dresses. Her hair was pinned high on her crown as she waited for Jax to join them in the training grounds. Robert had yet to show either, but Mikhail had surprised her in showing his face bright and early. \n\n\"What are you doing here?\" He questioned, surprised to see his mother standing in the center of the dusty training arena. \n\n\"Waiting on a new recruit. I didn't expect you to be up this early.\" She commented, and the teenager shrugged a shoulder - his good one, before digging his boot into the ground. \n\n\"I've got a lot of ground to make up for in terms of swordsmanship, I was hoping to catch Lord Cromwell early before anyone else did.\" He gave a small smile, hooking the wooden sword he's plucked from the rack behind his neck, draping his wrists over it. \"Guess you beat me too it.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\nA yawn escaped him as he briskly walked to the training yard, followed by a couple of retainers who were going to assist him in the assessment of Sir Brightwater. \"Everything was setup right?\" Robert asked, making sure no one forgot anything. He was going to be pissed if he got out there and none of the equipment was brought out. \n\n\"Aye m'lord, we moved the locked boxes out into the yard.\" The guy on the left said.\n\n\"And you have the key?\"\n\n\"Of course I have it right here_\" The one on the right patted a pocket and stopped walking. \"Fuck.\"\n\nRobert's footsteps stopped, he chewed the inside of his lip and refused to turn around. \"Really Reginald? Fucking really?\"\n\n\"I_I'll go get it!\" He said before running off. \n\nRobert was quiet, unmoving, \"You better go help him.\" Robert said, his voice cold with frustration.\n\nThen, with the footsteps echoing in the distance, Robert finished the journey to find Anyanka and Mikhail both already there. \"Good morning.\" Robert said, bowing politely, before continuing to walk to the locked boxes on the training yard ground and produced a master key, beginning to unlock them. It was by Robert's wishes that all training equipment was cleaned and locked up at the end of the training day. He didn't want anything stolen, they were also to be counted every morning before use and after use.\n\n\"I wasn't expecting you here so early, your grace.\" Robert said."
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"message": "**Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria**\n\n\"Did you think I'd miss the opportunity to see how an Astorian does against a North Shore soldier?\" She asked, her brow raising at the question. He moved to the boxes full of equipment, and she followed suit, keeping a pace behind him as he worked the key into the locks one at a time. \n\n\"And let the record show, I know nothing of his skills.\" She gave the warning, crossing her arms below her breasts as she looked to the entrance. \"For all I know he's terrible, but,\" She shrugged. \"Well, I didn't know first hand how well you'd do, and you seem to be doing fine. Maybe I have a good eye for knights?\" It was a joke, but only partially. So far her record wasn't bad."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nJax awoke with a start, another night, another nightmare. He made a mental note to visit the apothecary about a few drops of nightshade to go with his night cap of he intended to begin resting fully.\n\nHe arose less than gracefully, his leather clothing washed and laying before his bed on a small table. He dressed quickly, finding the comfort his gear offered a welcome feeling in this alien world. Buckling his sword to his hip he set out to find his testing grounds.\n\nAfter getting lost twice and finally succumbing to the burden of asking for directions, Jax found himself walking into the training grounds. To no surprise it seemed the Queen was already there and another man accompanied her.\n\nJax approached and kneeled.\n\n\"Apologies, Your Grace, I'm still struggling to find my way around Zahrada.\" He bowed his head, ignoring the urge to watch the young boy among the trio."
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"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan \nZahrada, Astoria **\n\nAs if on cue, Jax Brightwater headed into the training grounds. He moved to a knee before her, and she waved her hand upwards, urging him back to his feet. \"No need for apologies.\" She insisted, her hand that had gestured for him to rise crossing towards Robert. \n\n\"Sir Robert Cromwell, this is Jax Brightwater.\" The introduction was brief, as she figured it wasn't her place to explain what would be happening today. \"He'll be in charge of assessing your training and filling any gaps he may find.\" As she spoke, Mikhail stepped forward, dropping the wooden sword to his side to rest against his leg. He knew the man, though he didn't know where from, but he kept quiet about it. \n\n\"Feel free to use me as a sparring partner, Sir Cromwell.\" He offered, though the look Anya gave him made it clear that wouldn't be happening."
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, you know what country\n\nRobert finished unlocking the boxes and laying out some equipment carefully. \n\n\"I'm Robert Cromwell, Jax. A pleasure.\" He said calmly as the two men from earlier came back, out of breathe.\n\n\"M'lord...\" He said nervously \"We can't find the_ you found the key?\" One of them said, surprised.\n\n\"I had it the whole time. One of you left it out. What did I say? Secure. Your. Shit.\" He glanced at Anyanka, \"Apologies for language.\" He looked back the men, \"Now count out this equipment. For your sake, better match the count from yesterday.\" He said before walking toward Jax. \n\n\"Don't worry, it took me a week to learn my way around Zahrada. What would you say your skill level is, Jax?\" Robert asked, rather nicely."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nJax, humble as ever, spoke quietly but with resolve.\n\n\"I served among King Ramsalot's Kingsguard for 3 years before the collapse, and have been known to hold my own against a Romanov sword, though admittedly I couldn't tell you which brother I ended up facing.\" Jax was getting nervous, not exactly sure what his test would entail.\n\nHe stood slowly, clasping his hands in front of him as he spoke, trying to be on his best behavior."
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nRobert smiled, \"I see, well, I'm just gonna run you through a couple guys. Just to see where you're at, relax, if you need a moment to loosen up go ahead and take it while they're doing counts.\" Robert walked over to the other two to see how they're doing. He started separating some of the training gear."
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"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nJax nodded and took a few steps back.\n\nHe drew his sword and spun it in his hands a few times to get used to the weight, but didn't make a move to begin warming up.\n\n\"I prefer to train with realism, so please, whenever they're ready.\" Jax gave a few more practice swings before sticking the point of his blade in the ground and folding his hands over the pommel."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nRobert nodded and let the guys finish the counts, when everything was finished, Robert armed up and took a dull sword. Robert took an opposite spot roughly fifteen paces away from Jax and readied his posture. The man was older, and it had been sometime since Robert had actually really fought anyone. This would be an interesting test for Robb, the other two circled, observing footwork and posturing, and to act as safeties."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nJax eyed the men who circled him and raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"Am I to fight you alone, Lord Cromwell, or are these two going to join in as well?\" Jax set his primary foot back before raising his sword in his right hand, a typical fencing style, before switching up and pulling the hilt back to beb grasped by both hands, his knees bending slightly.\n\nJax was experienced, but he hadn't fought anyone in a single duel for ages, and the common grunt on a battlefield wasn't exactly what he would call skilled practice."
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"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nIt was only Jax's second day in Astoria and already he was taking another bath. The sharp contrast from the Jax a week ago who couldn't shave and had last week's wine on his shirt was, all but slowly, making an appearance. It of course didn't help his ego, being invited into the palace baths twice, especially after giving a demonstration to the queen.\n\n*The Queen...* Jax found himself drifting off once she entered his thoughts, her fire colored hair, porcelain skin that held no flaw, and a face that could launch every kingdom in Marin into a full blown war. And those eyes... Eyes as rich and pure as the silver hidden in every king's vault, and Jax would take every piece of it by force if it meant he could lose himself in those eyes just once.\n\n*\"What the fuck are you doing here!?\"*\n\nJax shot up as the memory of a voice shot through his head. His vision was blurry, and when he blinked he could see a fire. *No it's not just that.* He shook himself and pressed his palm into his forehead, focusing on the pressure until when he looked down he saw water again.\n\n\"Snap out of it Jax, you can't entertain such thoughts. She's your queen after all.\" Jax chuckled to himself before reaching for a clump of soap, the pink powder turning to paste at the wet touch as he began to scrub his chest deeply."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnyanka wasn't able to sleep, once again she'd found her mind unsettled by the growing number of reports on her desk that never seemed to diminish no matter the hours she threw at them. The bulk of her mundane tasks that Angelica had handled even into her pregnancy hadn't been realized until she had fully resigned to life in Stormalong. \n\nOf course she was happy for the woman and her new husband. For the child who made her chest ache in a long forgotten way who she hoped would grow and thrive in South Feyshore. But the loneliness had begun to settle over her shoulders once more. She sat up straight, and Mikhail shifted in his chair across from her. He had also been so engrossed in his readings she'd forgotten he was there. It wasn't the first time the now dark haired boy had turned into a ghost before her eyes only to reappear with a start. \n\n\"Heading to bed?\" He asked, looking up long enough to dip his pen into a shared pot of ink. \n\n\"I should. Tomorrow morning there's-\"\n\n\"The briefing on Lord Vignola 's letter. I remember.\" He answered, and she nodded. The woman stood, pressing a kiss to his brow before offering him her chair. \n\n\"Don't stay up too late.\" She said as she headed out, closing the door as his muffled 'yes,ma' followed.\n\nInstead of heading to her chambers, she headed out to the bathhouse. She didn't feel unclean so much as tense, and hoped the warm waters would help soothe the ache in her neck and shoulders. The door was firmly closed though the fires inside still flickered, and she took that to mean it was empty. The main bath was, as it usually was unless it was being used for recreational reasons. Rarely was it used for bathing, as the four smaller rooms were more private. She headed towards the first one, bot bothering to knock due to the hour, and pushed the wooden door open with her fingers. Steam poured from the room and swirled around her ankles, the warmth hitting her skin and making her smile. When it parted, however, she found herself staring at her newest recruit working his hands over his chest to create a lather. \n\n\"Oh.\" She breathed, and blinked before offering a sheepish grin. \"I should have knocked, my apologies, Brightwater.\" She said, but made no effort to leave. \"Why are you still awake, don't you have training in the morning?\""
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"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax was enjoying himself a little too much, the thought of covering his chest in suds was almost like a game. On top of that it gave him a hands on experience with his own muscles he never had before. It's a different experience actually feeling how strong one part of your body is versus a other, for instance his arms and shoulders still pulsed with energy and strength, however his stomach and hips had a little give when he touched them, probably due to all the desk work the City Watch gave him.\n\nHe was making the decision on which group to work in the morning when the door to his bath opened. Jax was expecting a servant, his head shooting up instinctively, but his eyes met with what appeared to be Her Majesty.\n\n*Daydreaming again Brightwater.* He thought to himself, maybe he'd dozed off in the bath without realizing. That is until the apparition spoke to him.\n\n\"Y-your majesty!\" Jax exclaimed, standing up immediately to salute and bow, his lowered head reminding him just how exposed he was. His hands clasped over his revealing section and he blushed.\n\n\"Forgive me, I didn't realize this was your bath, apologies.\" He began rambling, wanting to dissapear completely and wake up from this nightmare."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nJax addressed her, and proceeded to stand up from the waters in a jump. She gave a small yelp of surprise as the naked man stood, exposing himself before bowing. Anya averted her gaze, her hand raising to her brow to let him know she had looked away. She flushed a bit, admittedly having seen more than she intended to. \n\n\"I mean, only technically.\" She corrected him, clearing her throat. She lowered her hand, and though he wasn't clothed he had at least covered his groin with his hands. \n\n\"I thought the bathhouse was empty, please, sit down so you're not standing there dripping and naked.\" She insisted."
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"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax nodded quickly sitting back into the water. The small wave it created sent the waters splashing quietly against the walls of the tub, but Jax would swear they were the loudest things in the room.\n\nHe sat there, eyes wide as he studied the water.\n\n\"Thank you, Majesty, please accept my deepest apologies, I appear to be tripping all over myself. You are right however, I am training tomorrow, although I still haven't been told which position I'll be taking. Yet you suggested I bathe after my exhibition today and this was the soonest I could get away. If you'd prefer I can move to another room so you can have this bath for yourself.\" Jax continued to ramble, talking a million words a minute."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe splash filled the space where neither of them could, and once it settles he started talking faster than a child caught red handed. Anya's small smile grew, and finally she started laughing. \n\n\"Jax, please.\" She started, resting her gaze on him. \"You're welcome here, don't fear as if you've done anything wrong.\" She told him truthfully. Turning, Anya headed towards the far wall. A small storage bench sat in the corner, full of towels and modesty robes. She plucked two of each, and moved towards him. \n\n\"Here, if you feel the need.\" She offered, holding the robe out to him. It was intended to be within the water, it's sapphire color enough to provide modesty for those who used the main bathhouse and didn't wish to be seen. She turned her back, allowing him the opportunity to pull it in if he wished while she stepped behind the screen to disrobe herself. \n\n\"As for the position, I don't think it's been decided yet.\" She told him truthfully, speaking over the screen. Her dress fell at her ankles and she stepped out of it, puling the robe over her form and tying it at the waist. \"At least no suggestion was made to me yet by Lord Cromwell.\""
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"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax took the robe graciously, and as soon as the Duchess disappeared from sight he turned and began covering himself. He made sure the robe was folded neatly, smoothing out the creases in the robe that had spent so long folded, before turning to his original direction and standing at attention.\n\n\"Your Highness, if I may,\" He began, \"I came here to serve you, upon your request, with your ring, and swore my body and sword to you, not Lord Cromwell.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnyanka moved from the other side of the screen, tucking her hands along her neck to pull her hair from beneath the collar of the robe. It bounced around her shoulders and she raised a brow at the man. \n\n\"Lord Cromwell is better at determining a training schedule than I am, Brightwater.\" She reminded him. \n\n\"His recommendation let's me know how much training you might require to meet Astorian standards, it doesn't give you your assignment.\" She pointed out, taking his hand without asking for it to be offered as she moved down the first step into the waters. \n\n\"You keep reminding me your came here to serve me, not Astoria. Is that intentional, Brightwater?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"I will remind Her Majesty that I'm not Astorian.\" Jax said, thinking the writer of Anya is ridiculous thinking that he wouldn't offer his hand to the Duchess.\n\n\"I don't have anything in Astoria besides the acquaintance of one person, and my steel. I don't have anything here, yet, so I talk about the little I have.\" Jax continued, feeling much more comfortable now that he was semi clothed."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"Need I remind you, Brightwater, That there are only a small handful of people who have the pleasure of saying they were born Astorian.\" She pointed out, her fingers tightening on his hand as she found herself chest deep in the bath. She pulled a bit, trying to bring him back into the waters with her. \n\n\"Astorians are made, though, since you seem to find yourself insisting on loyalty to myself and sword, maybe a Queen's guard position would suit you.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax looked down and lowered himself into the water after the Queen's insisting, folding his hands in his lap once he had. He listened with a solemn expression before he uttered a reply.\n\n\"Your Majesty, you humble me, but do you think it's wise to bring someone who is so often referred to as 'Green' into your own guard?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe couldn't help the smirk, her hand that had been in his lap pulling her hair up so it didn't get wet. \n\n\"Men don't learn unless they're given the opportunity.\" She said, sinking down enough to let her head rest against the lip of the bath. \"If you'd prefer to start in the stables and work your way up once you've proven you're well able to watch over livestock then we can. But that feels a little degrading.\" She mused, then let her head roll a bit so she could give him a look. \n\n\"Besides, you're the only person who had been concerned I was traveling without a guard. \""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax chuckled, shaking his head slightly.\n\n\"You must admit a Queen traveling alone is rather unorthodox, Your Majesty.\" He coughed quietly, clearing his throat.\n\n\"But if you wouldn't mind, minding livestock sounds too similar to what the Romanov's had me doing. The markets of Brindelle certainly smells like a farm.\" He laughed, relaxing a little bit."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"I've learned over the years if I travel alone people don't tend to realize who I am.\" She shrugged a shoulder and moved from where she lingered towards him. The water parted for her, and she took her place to his left. \n\n\"You certainly had no idea who I was until Romanov's staff revealed it. A shame too, I liked where things had been heading when you were brave enough to flirt. \""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax tensed for a moment when she moved closer to him, and tensed up harder after mentioning his flirt.\n\n\"Your Majesty, I-\" He swallowed hard, shifting his eyes away. \"I must admit I have been misinformed to royalty before, and after awhile they all start to blur together.\" He almost made an excuse with his drinking, but no one would believe he was that much of a lightweight.\n\n\"Not to mention, I was hardly presentable enough to be flirting with royalty.\" He managed a chuckle again."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe chuckled, turning her head to look at him with a knowing look. \"You certainly weren't presentable enough to stand and bow to me a moment ago either.\" She reminded him, and her eyes flickered downward for s moment before catching his once more, a newfound glint in them. \n\n\"And yet.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax couldn't help the rush of blood to his cheeks as he looked further away.\n\n\"It seems that's a habit I'll have to begin breaking.\" He wiped his face with warm water, hoping to simulate the reddening and create a successful scapegoat.\n\n\"What does Her Majesty mean by 'yet'?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHer fingers found her face, pressing along her jawline as she watched him try to rub the blush away. \n\n\"And yet, you did. And we survived both social missteps unscathed.\" She explained. \n\n\"In fact, they were charming enough that you ended up bathing with a Queen and offered a position in her guard. I'd say you shouldn't break that habit if you want to continue this streak.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax couldn't tell if she was joking or if he was dreaming. He was fairly certain this was an elaborate dream and he was actually drowning in the tub somewhere in the real world.\n\n\"Is Her Majesty suggesting I should continue to flirt and stand naked in her presence?\" He smirked slightly, peeking over at her from the corner of his eye."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnya shrugged a shoulder, and it was her turn to hide the blush that threatened to rise on her cheeks as she sunk down a bit into the water. \n\n\"I'm not suggesting anything I'm letting you know that it wouldn't upset me if you did.\" She answered, pushing wet fingers through her hair."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax could almost spy a blush as her majesty turned away. A hundred thoughts sprang into his head, all of them risking his very life.\n\n\"Very well,\" He stood abruptly, \"As her majesty commands.\"\n\nHe was trying his hardest not to break out laughing, but he continued, pulling at the silk sash around his waist."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe stood, and the water level of the bath lowered, simultaneously making her heart sink to her stomach as he moved. Her eyes widened a bit, and she couldn't help the concerned laugh. \n\n\"Jax!\" She said his name on a laugh, moving to face him as her hands caught his on his waist. \"I wasn't commanding you to strip for me.\" She explained, the blush full force now as she stood eye to stomach with the standing man. \n\n\"I was just saying I'm not opposed to mutual nudity, not that it's required to be in my presence.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"Her Majesty has worded her way into a trap.\" Jax laughed, lowering to a squat so he could look into her eyes.\n\n\"You didn't catch me in mutual nudity earlier.\" The Devil himself loaned Jax the smirk he wore now."
},
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHer lips parted, realizing he was right, and her hand lingered on his waist despite his new position. She hesitated, reading his face before running her tongue over her teeth. \n \"By all means then, Brightwater. \" She mused, moving his hands to the tie of her own robe."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"A hilarious jest, Your Majesty.\" Jax laughed, and yet he couldn't pull his hands away, the warmth of her hands on his was distracting to say the least.\n\nJax's eyes wandered down, and lingered on the warped image under the water. He could swear the air in the bath was thicker than Northern beer. The knight swallowed again."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnya tilted her head to the side, he hesitated and called her invitation a jest, making her brow raise. \n\nIn response to his hesitation, she lowered her gaze to his hands in hers. His fingers grazed the silk of her tie but made no real effort to grasp it. The water between them carried his as well, and her index finger hooked her own before catching his as well. \n\nThe redhead raised her attention back to his, locking eyes with the man as her fingers curled into a fist, and the water moved around their waists as she pulled firmly, setting both the ties free from their hips and slowly sinking to the bottom of the bath. \n\n\"Why do you think I jest, Brightwater?\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"You must be jesting, your Highness.\" Jax managed a nervous laugh before returning his hands to his lap as he attempted to find some grasp of sturdiness in the bath. His hands were shifting, trying to keep his robe under control while averting his gaze away from the billowing silks around the queen.\n\n\"I'm only a knight, and a commoner at that, it's highly frowned upon to reveal yourself to someone of higher class.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"You already did, Jax.\" She reminded him once more, but pressed her lips together into a tight line. \"I'm simply returning the gesture. But if you're uncomfortable by it, my sincerest apologies.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\n\"It's not that your Majesty,\"\n\n*You're talking in circles Brightwater, you'll insult her.*\n\nJax sighed and lifted his hands, pulling the robe off of each shoulder one at a time, before bundling the cloth up, albeit causing the water to swirl, and tossing it to the side of the tub.\n\nJax looked at the Queen with a cocky look and held out his hands, as if to say \"There you have it.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe held his gaze as he did so, and when he finished she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the cocky grin. \n\n\"There's the kind of bravery I'm looking for in my guard.\" She purred, and reached for those hands that he held out, guiding them to the silks of her own robe that moved in the water he'd just disturbed. \n\n\"And Jax, you seem to keep thinking you're going to get in trouble, as if anyone here as any more power than myself. I'd appreciate it if you stopped thinking that way and enjoy when I give you the opportunity to be my equal, even if it is only for a bath.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax didn't know what he was doing, his mind was screaming and yet his hands moved through the water, they grasped at the silks floating. Instead of pulling them off or retying them, he pulled, the water breaking as the Duchess' body quickly closed the distance of the bath.\n\n\"Are you sure you know what you're asking of me, Anya?\" It was the first time he'd used her name, but for some reason this moment felt right for it."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe would be lying if she tried to claim his pull hadn't surprised her, and her eyes widened a bit, thinking she was about to be pulled off her feet on accident. But she didn't, and her hands broke the forward fall against his chest. Her eyes held his as he questioned her intentions, and her lip quirked just a fraction at the sound of her name on his lips. \n\n\"I'm asking you to prove you're a man I can trust with my life.\" She said quietly, the movement of the water around them and the dripping of the wax off the candles in the scones louder than her words. \"That you'll be cautious and steadfast with me in your hands.\""
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax looked down at the Duchess, taking a moment to breathe in, the feeling of his heart in his chest pounding against his ribcage. His right hand reached up, taking one of hers that rested on his bare chest, his other hand going to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. His eyes were unwavering and he spoke softly.\n\n\"If your feet should fail, then I shall carry you.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnya was quiet for a moment, letting the man make his vow. Her hand in his turned, squeezing softly before nodding. Her hair was wet now and it clung to her shoulders where the robe hung freely. \n\nThe woman held his gaze and his oath made the sigils that marked her arms started to burn with that familiar sensation of magic. She hadn't known it when she'd made the offer to him back in North Shore, and she hadn't known it upon his arrival. But with his heart so close she could practically feel his pulse running through the marks, she was all too aware he was the one. \n\n\"Until that day.\" Anya agreed"
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax nodded slowly, his head reeling as time began to stand still around him.\n\n\"Do you want me to let go?\" He spoke quietly, almost scared to break the silence in fear of bringing about reality and ruining this too perfect of a moment."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nAnya's chest rose in a soft, silent chuckle and she shook her head. \"Close your eyes, go beneath the water, and count to ten.\" She instructed. Before he did, she dipped her arms into the water. The burn made her arms sting with the introduction of the water, like a fire being doused. The glow she was familiar with was starting, she'd feel that surge of magic soon and those silver eyes would turn molten. \n\nBut she wasn't going to let him see that, not yet. So she kept her forearms close to her sides, dulling the effect, and when he closed his eyes she moved from the bath. She left her clothes behind the screen, not bothered by the walk from here back to her chambers in the robe alone. She didn't want to risk him coming up before she was gone, knowing he'd convince himself this was all just a dream regardless."
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"author": "hobbit_viking77",
"message": "Jax Brightwater\nZahrada Palace, Astoria\n\nJax smiled and nodded, his eyes remaining locked with hers as he lowered his head below the water, only closing them once the water demanded it.\n\n*One. Two. Three. Four.*\n\nJax found himself in darkness, thinking back on what just happened and taking a small bit of pride in the fact he never lost himself and lingered on the revealing nature of his Queen's robe.\n\n*Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.*\n\nJax could feel his lungs begin to burn, having been distracted he didn't top his air supply off with a small breath, making the last second stretch into eternity.\n\n*Ten.* Jax rose, wiping the water from his face and eyes as he broke the surface, his eyes looking around. She was gone, but the clump of clothes beneath the screen told him it was more than fantasy. The naked knight approached the bundle, kneeling to pick up the soft fabric."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nIt felt like too long since Daemon and his sister had gotten into trouble together, Daemon thought as the two briskly walked down stairs with packs with wine, brandy, and one bottle of ale no one really wanted, but they took anyway. Victoria had distracted some of the kitchen staff by asking about some complicatedorder the queen wanted that Victoria had made up, while Daemon slipped in through a back door and took some bottles he found in the kitchen. When Daemon left, Victoria gave an annoyed sigh and said \"Oh, fine, I'll go ask her to clarify.\" Then she left.\n\nNow the two were quickly approaching the little parlor Mikhail told Daemon to meet at. \n\nVictoria looked at Daemon, \n\n\"You better not be lying about being friends with the prince.\" She said pointedly, still not believing the two were actually friends. Dogs rarely liked Daemon, and her cat _hated_ him. \n\n\"When have I ever lied to you?\" He complained.\n\n\"I've compiled a list in my room.\"\n\n\"Uhg, listen, he'll be here.\"\n\n\"Okay, okay, _fine_.\" She grumbled at him, and considered pushing him, if he didn't have the glass bottles with him."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nDaemon was taking his sweet time, and what would have taken Mikhail all of five minutes to go down to the kitchens and retrieve their stash from the cellars had taken a full half hour. He was starting to think he'd gotten distracted- and as he laid on his back on the couch, fingers laced over his ribs and eyes on the flickering spots that danced from the candles below - he was growing more and more certain that a pretty girl had pulled his friend away. But still, he would wait. It wasn't as if he was one for sleep anymore, and if it wasn't for the schedule he was obligated to maintain for his mother, he would have disregarded the concept of time all together. It was late, but not late enough that anyone would be surprised to see him awake and wandering around as he had started to do. One leg bent at the knee, resting on the pristine rug beneath his boot while the other was hitched on the arm of the couch he laid on, and the soft tapping of his restless leg on the rug kept him from hearing the dual set of footsteps approach.\n\nThe door opened without ceremony, and the dark haired prince turned a curious face towards the door. He was still on his back, looking lazy and bored as Daemon entered, and he only briefly looked at him to confirm he carried their treasure before returning his attention to the ceiling. \n\n\"I thought you'd been pulled away for a quickie, glad to see you're just slow.\" He commented."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Gross.\" A feminine voice said as Victoria entered the room behind Daemon. \n\nDaemon's eyes rolled, \"Mik, this is my sister Victoria.\" \n\nThe young silver-haired girl curtsied and smiled, \"A pleasure to meet you. And surprising to see Daemon wasn't lying.\" She commented, then looked at her brother, \"So how did you con him into pretending to like you?\" \n\nDaemon shook his head and sat his pack down. \"You're not impressing anyone.\" He said casually to her, \"I'll get the fire started.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe Prince's foot hit the ground hard as he heard a woman's voice, and he sat up quickly enough to warrant a head rush. He blinked, taking in the blonde woman he had brought with him, and cleared his throat. \"My apologies, I wasn't aware we had guests-\" He shot a glance at Daemon, but he seemed busy starting the fire back up from where Mikhail had let it die. \"Otherwise I wouldn't have been so blunt.\" He explained. \n\nIn a sweeping motion he stood, throwing his other leg off the couch and to the rug to stand, and he offered his hand to Victoria. \"Mikhail, a pleasure as well.\" He said imply, and chuckled when Daemon said she wasn't impressing anyone. \"He hasn't conned me into anything. If I didn't like Daemon he wouldn't be here, simple as that.\" He answered, and then raised a brow in question. \"Why are _you_ here, if I may ask.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Me? Oh, I'm Daemon's sister, Victoria. I'm sure he's talked all about me.\"\n\n\"I haven't.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes, \"Anyway, Daemon invited me sort of last minute. I also didn't believe her made any friends, especially friends with _you_.\" She said, moving to take a seat near the fire that Daemon had just lit, and was feeding a log."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe hadn't, and Mikhail wasn't even aware Daemon had siblings. Or family. Or other friends for that matter. He returned his hand to his side when Victoria ignored it, and watched as she moved to take the seat he had previously been occupying. He wasn't _expecting_ her to be starstruck, but a little more respect than _\"You\"_ had been expected. He pressed his lips together, and then looked to Daemon. \n\n\"Maybe next time a warning would be appreciated before we added to the evening.\" He commented, stuffing his hands into his pockets before moving towards the pack he had dropped onto the rug. He crouched, twisting the bottles to inspect their contents, and finally selected a brandy he'd grown to like. It was one Bradai drank, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't gotten a taste for it because it make him _feel_ a little more akin to the Pirate King. Not that he had heard from him in months anyway.\n\nGood healthy start, Victoria."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe fire was growing, but before long it gave some heat to the rest of the room, Daemon held his hands over it for a moment before getting off his knee. \"Yeah, sorry, I try to bring the brat out to socialize occasionally. Though she's not very good at it.\" He said as Victoria's eyes narrowed at him. \n\nVictoria got out of her seat as soon as Mikhail poured himself a glass of brandy, getting a wine glass and digging through Daemon's pack before pulling out a bottle of wine for herself. \"Did you want anything, Dae?\"\n\n\"The ale.\" He responded walking over, she handed him the bottle \"Thanks.\" He opened the bottle and drank straight from it, approaching Mikhail. \"Again, sorry, it's my little sister. Kind of trying to keep an eye on her, I wasn't planning on bringing her, but she sort of ambushed me and wanted to know what I was doing.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nMikhail gave a half shrug, a habit he'd picked up after the original injury he'd been given in Vincentien all those years ago. \"It's fine, we didn't have anything planned that would need to be kept a secret.\" He mused, letting his silver gaze drift back over to Victoria as she passed out the bottle to Daemon. Mikhail moved to the seat by the fire, not wanting to return to the couch where she had been and not wanting to take the spot from Daemon either. He leaned on the back of it, the glass dangling between his fingers over the back of it before he finally spoke again. \n\n\"Victoria, how well do you think you'll handle that wine?\" He asked, and realized it could be taken in a way he didn't intend. \"Because I have ever intention of finishing this bottle myself, and I need to know if I should offer before hand.\" It was a small politeness, but his way of warning her that they intended to be rowdy and to let Daemon know their plans weren't canceled because of his sister."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nVictoria looked at Mik with a mischevious smile, \"Oh, your grace, I can handle my wine very well. Don't worry about me.\" She said in a very light and almost cocky voice, similar to how Daemon spoke, just more feminine. She brought the bottle and glass with her to the couch before sitting down next to her brother. \n\n\"So is this what you two normally do? Go to some castle parlor and drink all night before attending your morning duties?\" She asked, more curious than scolding, moving to take a drink.\n\n\"Pretty much. Usually, I prefer to still be a bit drunk before I spar in the morning. Makes it more fun.\" Daemon said, leaning into the couch and taking a deep drink from the ale."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"It also makes it a lot easier to take Cromwell's hits.\" Mikhail agreed, lifting and tipping his glass towards Daemon in acknowledgement. He circled around the chair, his arm grazing it as he did so before he dropped into it. The cushioning in the seat was old, and he could feel the wood beneath it fairly well as he sat back. He crossed his ankle over his knee, resting his glass on the bulk of his boots as he regarded the two. They were undeniably siblings, and he couldn't help but look between them both to note the similarities. \n\n\"But no, we just do this when it's cold and we're too tired to go out. My body doesn't do particularly well in this heavy snow anymore.\" He muttered, then took a drink. \"But that's a conversation for _not_ our first encounter with _Lady Victoria_.\" He flashed a charming smile, and transitioned the attention in the room towards her. \n\n\"Tell me about yourself.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nVictoria took on a thoughtful look when asked to talk about herself, \"Well,\" She started, \"Essentially anything Daemon has said is likely what happened to me also. So I doubt you want the family history. I was sent here by my mother to be your mother's, ah, the _queen's_ handmaiden. Essentially do whatever the queen asks me to do, learn how to run a court in a large castle. Interact with other nobles so I can eventually be married off.\"\n\n\"And to keep an eye on me.\" Daemon said with a hint of annoyance. \n\nThat made Victoria smile, \"I was also sent by our parents to make sure Daemon isn't doing stupid things that'll hurt our standing in Feyshore.\" She added, \"Mother and father are so worried about their little squire...\" She said in a mocking tone, Daemon nudged her with his shoulder. \n\n\"I have _wine_ you ass.\" She said, protecting it from being spilled, \"Unless you had anything specific for me, that's me. How about yourself, _Prince Mikhail_, a lot of people outside the capital only know rumors about you. Not much else."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAh, so she was here to be a handmaiden until she caught the eye of someone in his court. Specifically his, as his mothers were too told to be looking to take anyone her age as a bride, and his mind started to wander through the very few members he had gained since actually starting his duties as a prince. He couldn't think of anyone who would want to marry a female version of Daemon, even on his best days, but he wasn't going to tell her that. \n\n\"Well, he's not getting into any trouble that should cause them real worry.\" He said simply, bringing his glass back to his lip. She mentioned rumors, and his brow rose in interest, a sheer replication of his mother, and he looked to Daemon. \n\n\"Is that so? What are the rumors you hear about me, maybe I can confirm them.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nVictoria flushed a bit at the rumors question, \"Well,\" She said, \"The first one was that you, well, _died_, which is obviously untrue. The rest are uh, who your parents are and some other stuff. But mostly a lot of us in the south were told you dead, then, turns out you weren't. It was a confusing stream of information. I don't pay attention to most of the rumors, honestly, I'm more interested in learning how to be a good 'lady'.\"\n\nDaemon scoffed, she glared at him."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Mikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHe couldn't help the smirk, he really couldn't. He cleared his throat, and the grin maintained even through the action. \"It's not untrue, I was murdered.\" He confirmed. As he said this he lifted his gaze to her, silver eyes flickering with delight for the first time in regards to the topic. He'd only recently come to terms with it, and even so it was only because he had a new 'invincible' take on life that Daemon had helped him achieve. \n\n\"As for my parents, the only important one is my mother, I suppose. A father figure never really took root.\" The light in hi eyes flickered, but it could have easily been mistaken for a candle's flicker instead, and he leaned back in his seat once more, rolling his shoulders. \"And it sounds like you listened to them well enough.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Daemon Coriden\nVictoria Coriden\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Wait _what_, you were _murdered_? Like, dead-dead? Not like, y'know no pulse for a few minutes a resuscitated?\" She asked, her eyes widened then, narrowed, she looked at Daemon for a moment looking to see if he was smirking. _This is a joke._ she thought. \"You're joking.\" Victoria seemed to have forgotten about her wiine as she fixated on someone _dying_ and coming back."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "I don't think you meant plague plot\n\nMikhail Durkhan-Maith\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Dead-dead. I can give you a tour of my crypt sometime too if you'd like. There's a memorial site, hastily done, but it's pretty enough.\" He confirmed, raising his glass to his lips. \"I was under for what..\" He paused, and looked to Daemon. He had a hard time remembering, considering he'd been dead and time didn't really matter where he had been. \"A few months, maybe half a year? It's kind of fuzzy.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria\n\nArin gasped and sputtered as water entered every opening in his face, and fell out of the makeshift hammock he had made out of messed up netting. The ship that he was sailing on was an old fishing ship that had rescued him. He was the sole survivor of a raid on his ship, and the only mark on him was a small cut on his lip and a nick under his eye. He stood up and walked above deck, squinting as the bright sun invaded his vision, and he blocked it with his hand. \n\n\"Oi, young man, you are awake. You are lucky we found you. You were half dead when we picked you up. It's been three days.\" A short and stout man told him. \n\n\"Thanks. I appreciate it of course. But I have nothing to repay you with. All of our goods are gone, lost to the sea.\" Arin said, leaning against the door with his shoulder propping him up. \n\n\"That is fine. You can work it off after we leave Astoria. We have to dock for a little bit to get supplies to repair.\" The man said, steering the ship towards the port.\n\nArin grabbed his dagger and sharpened it using the fisherman's whetstone. He looked into a cracked mirror and ran the fine blade along the curve of his face, removing the beard that had grown. He grit his teeth together as he drew the blade along his neck, and sighed as he didn't cut himself. He wiped the blade off and grabbed the bucket that held sea water and rinsed his face off. He grabbed a small cloth and wrapped it around the blade of his knife, before scrubbing his teeth with it. He finished and walked back outside, watching as the fisherman pulled into the dock. A guard that had been patrolling immediately boarded.\n\n\"Halt. What is your business here? This port is closed.\" The guard said. \n\n\"Emergency repairs. The hull won't last long enough to make it to Araedia. Also we are lacking fresh water, and hoped to purchase or fill our stock here.\" The fisherman calmly said, resting on the wheel of the small ship. \n\n\"Do you have papers for both of you? I can only allow you to dock if you have your fishing papers from your authority.\" The guard asked, his hand resting on his blade. \n\n\"Unfortunately no. But I do have this.\" The man said, holding up a small bag of coins. \n\n\"You are both under arrest for attempted bribery and trespassing. Exit the vessel and drop all weapons.\" The guard said, brandishing his sword. \n\nArin dropped his dagger into the ship, the blade making a dull thud as it sunk into the oak. \"What the fuck. I didn't even try to bribe you. I just got on this ship three days ago!\"\n\nThe man began to shriek. \"He's a pirate! He forced me too go here! He's the reason we came here!\" The man said as the guard forced them off the ship. They were led into a dark building. \n\n\"You will wait here until I return. And I want no problems coming from the two of you.\" The guard said, slamming the door behind him, and the clank of an iron lock being forced into place sounded. Only a small torch illuminated the room."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports.\n\nIt wasn't usual for her guards to alert her to a prisoner taken at port, and when Anya was pulled aside the next morning and informed of it, her brow raised in confusion as to why she was being told this. \n\n\"One of them accused the other of piracy.\" Wirmly explained, an older gentleman who had worked with the guard for as long as she could remember. \n\n\"One of Maith's, you think?\" She asked, and the greying man gave a scrunched face in response. \n\n\"I dunno, it seemed as if he could have just been trying to save his skin, the other kid didn't look much harm, but you can never tell these days.\" He offered, though his advice didn't help the situation. \n\n\"Where are they now?\" Anya asked, still having not risen from her seat.\n\n\"The jail in the port city.\" He answered, and she inhaled deeply, letting her head fall back as she thought over what she should do. \n\n\"Did either show signs of illness? You said neither had papers? On a passage to Araedia?\" \n\nWirmly confirmed all to be true and the Queen gave a small puff of breath as she finally stood. \"There are other people who can handle this.\" She said finally, intent to leave it at that. \n\n\"Your majesty,\" Wirmly started, making her pause. \"You did request that any activity on the coast be reported directly to you, on account of,\" He didn't say it, but he didn't have to. They were all very aware of how easily the plague could slip in through unmanned borders. She watched him for a long moment before exhaling through her nose. \n\n\"Right. I'll meet you in half an hour. Go assure they're secured and quarantined until then.\" And with that, the elder man departed, The Queen following after shortly."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nJail\n\nArin sighed, and sat with his back against the wall and leaned against it. He was separated from the fisherman when they were shoved in, and he closed his eyes. After a little bit he heard voices, and the shriek of the fisherman nearby. \n\n\"I'M SERIOUS. HE'S A FUCKING PIRATE.LISTEN TO ME..\" The man's voice trailed off as the guard left his cell. Arin opened his eyes as his door swung opened up and a bright light violated his eyes. \n\n\"Name?\" A rough voice asked. Arin couldn't make out the man's face. \n\n\"Arin. Arin Cragton.\" \n\n\"Business in Astoria?\" He was asked. \n\n\"Just passing through.\"\n\n\"Any disease?\" \n\n\n\"Fuck no. I haven't been near any port that has been rumored to carry the disease. I've been at sea since I left Northwind a few months ago.\" Arin said, blinking to get used to the light. All of a sudden a woman appeared in the light of the torch.\n\n\"Pay respects to the queen.\" The guard ordered him. \n\nArin awkwardly got on a knee. \"Your... Majesty?\" He said awkwardly."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nThe first man hadn't shown any signs of infection or malintent, though he did annoyingly comment on the piracy of his passenger on every breath. When asked for proof, he could provide none, and she lingered in the doorway of the cell he occupied, arms crossed over her chest as the man was questioned. She believed he had picked the man out of the waters of a shipwreck and she believed that he had stopped to refill his stores and get repairs. She'd caught sight of the ship in the docks and noted the cracked mast that was hastily knotted in various places to try to support it's weight. But that was about the extent of what she believed, and she wasn't sure why this man was so quick to accuse the other of piracy despite having no proof besides 'knowin' his kind'.\" \n\nSo when they moved to the next cell, and she was shown the blonde man in the cell, she narrowed her eyes. He was told to pay his respects, and the half hobbled attempt made her cringe. \n\n\"I'm not your Queen, don't kneel for me.\" She told him, and her chin jutted upwards once, instructing him to rise to the position he previously held. \"You've not docked once since your departure from Northwind?\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nJail\n\nArin stood up slowly and looked at the woman. \n\n\"Unfortunately no. I've been plagued by terrible luck and bad timing ever since this meeting with some Prince. I think his name was Pickles... Hickles.. Something of the sort. But no. It's been a long time since I have been on solid ground. But I have no one to return to, so that helps.\" Arin said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He popped his neck and looked back at the Queen. \n\n\"I'm not surprised you all locked me up. With the sickness spreading so rapidly, I would do the same.\" Arin said, grinning. His white teeth gleamed in the torchlight."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nWhy that helped, she had no idea. \"Plagued is a poor choice of words, mister Cragton.\" She reminded him, and looked to Wirmly who was looking thoroughly annoyed. \n\n\"Why are you traveling to Araedia? Whose ship did you sail?\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria Port Jail \n\nArin opened his eyes again and stood up straight. \"I was sailing on a merchant ship sailing from Taemar and traveling to Araedia looking for work when a pirate crew boarded us. I barely escaped out to sea.\" Arin lied smoothly, though his starting point and destination were true. \"Although yes, plagued is a bad choice. May I replace it with dogged? I apologize.\" Arin said softly, looking down at his pocket. He reached in and remembered it was empty. \"I was hoping for a gift to give you. It's not often one gets to meet a queen. \" Arin said. \n\nThe guard was looking anxious, and Arin laughed softly. \"What? Is my interrogation boring you? You could always leave. It's not like I'll ever be let out of this stupid cell until you want me to leave.\" He said, leaning back against the wall and scratching the stubble that was forming on his face."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nHer brow rose. \"You said a moment ago you were sailing from Northwind, now it's Taemar?\" She asked, and tensed as he reached into his pocket. He commented about a gift, and something about his smile made her skin crawl. She was over this investigation. She didn't want him or his friend antagonizing her guards, let alone in her cities. \n\n\"He's lying.\" She said simply to Wirmly, turning her head to the man as Arin leaned back against the wall. \"Burn the ship, burn their clothing. I want them cleaned and quarantined until the next ship is scheduled to leave, and they'll be dropped off wherever feels most convenient.\" \n\nShe paused, then looked to Arin. \"Next time don't assume you're pretty enough to lie to a Queen.\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton \nAstoria\n\nArin smiled. \"I never lied.\" Arin said, sitting on the ground and closing his eyes. \"I told you that I have never touched solid ground nor been at a port. I also told you I sailed from Northwind and then was on a merchant ship that sailed from Taemar. Now how do you think that a young sailor got on a ship that was sailing from Taemar without touching a dock?\" Arin asked, his voice dripping from his mouth like honey. \n\n\"I told you my luck was horrible. The ship I was sailing on from Northwind was sunk in the sea near Araedia, my destination. I was picked up by a pirate ship and I was going to be sold into slavery when they tried to board a merchant ship. That's why the guy said I was a pirate, because he saw me jump off of the massive ship known as the Black Marauder. Sorry for my confusing statements.\" Arin said. His mind ran through countless scenarios and he remained calm. \"Thank you for the compliment though. You don't look half bad yourself, your highness.\" He said, opening his eyes and looking up."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nHer eyes rolled, \"Funny how you're a chatterbox at the idea of two weeks of solitude.\" She mused, and looked to Wirmly. He was annoyed, and she could tell. \"Question his friend again, confirm that story, if a detail is different from mister Cragton here, I'll dump them both in the sea. I don't want one of Maith's spies in my home.\" She left out the _again_ bit, and watched as Wirmly disappeared. With him gone, she moved across the room to Arin, and gripped his wrist firmly, her fingers barely touching where they wrapped around to meet over his pulse. \n\nAnya didn't say why she had reached for him, and she was quiet as she probed the man for a hint of the disease that had been reported throughout Terresol. It hadn't hit the Astorian borders yet, but it didn't mean it couldn't. \"You're clean, at least that was honest.\" She mused, releasing him with a sigh. \"So you somehow escaped piracy? How did you get off the ship?\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria \n\nArin shrugged. \"They were a bunch of idiots. They didn't check my pockets. My dad taught me how to pick a basic lock so I escaped the room they put me in and jumped ship. Then the Fisherman over there, he picked me up. The entire ship went up in flames though, because apparently you are not supposed to knock over a lantern, three torches, and a candle on your way out. \" Arin said, grinning a little bit. \"Before they noticed half of the galley was already lit up.\" He said. \"But they did leave their mark.\" He said, pointing to his eye and cut lip. \n\n\nAll of a sudden she grabbed his arm, and Arin slid back. \"Don't you think this is inappropriate? Oh well.\" He said, his eyes widening. She wouldn't dare try anything, he hoped."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nHis comment made her wonder if her own guards had checked his pockets. Surely they had, but something about the comment felt like a hint that they hadn't. Her lips pressed together and she placed her free hand on his thigh, feeling for whatever he might be hiding in his pocket. Her palm fell on flat skin, and she repeated the motion on the other to the same result. She wasn't satisfied that he wasn't hiding anything, but she wasn't in the mood to preform a full pat down on the man. \n\n\"So you think death is equivalent to a cut lip? Seems like a skewed moral compass.\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton \nAstoria\n\nArin frowned. \"What are you even looking for? I was searched when leaving the ship. I had nothing but my dagger.\" He said, trying his best not to embarrass himself in front of a queen. \n\n\"No. It was worth life. I would die a slave. I would rather live months out here than years working for someone that wouldn't care about me. I want to be free. I want to live my days with the wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes.\" He said."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\n\"A poet and a pirate, what a pleasure.\" She murmured, but straightened. \"What's in Araedia for you?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria \n\nArin leaned back. \"Hopefully the life I'm looking for. I have someone there that I know that, if they actually waited for me, should have the escape, or the job, I need.\" He said softly."
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nThe echo of Robert's footsteps sounded down the hall as he approached, looking for the queen he'd heard went off to talk to prisoners. _Very active ruler._ He mused walking the halls before approaching the sound of voices. _A poet and a pirate..._ he heard a feminine voice echo. \"Found her.\" He muttered before finding a open cell door, Anya in a cell with a prisoner _by herself_. He took a double glance around himself to make sure he didn't accidentally walk past a guard or something he saw none. \n\n\"Your grace.\" He said as a greeting, his hand instinctively resting on his sword hilt. \"Apologies, am I interrupting something?\" He inquired."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nFootsteps fell behind her but she only really remembered that after the fact. Robert addressed her, and she flinched, her hand retracting from the prisoners wrist as if _she _ had been the guilty one. \n\n\"No.\" She said firmly, and turned towards him. \"I wasn't aware you were here.\" She said, her voice low."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nHe nodded, \"I was told you were personally seeing to a prisoner. Decided it might be important enough for myself to see him too.\"\n\nRobert placed his hands on his hips after brushing some stray iron colored hair out of his face, hiding the inquisitive look of him trying to piece together why she was in a cell, alone with a prisoner, with her hand on his wrist. \"Though it seems I came a bit late in the interrogation.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nShe gave him a hard look, and gave a slow nod. \"I'm finished here. We can return home.\" Anya clarified, and cleared her throat. Her palms wiped along her skirts, suddenly very aware of where her skin had touched Arin's. \n\n\"I want them both kept under lock and key, until things blow over.\""
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Of course, your grace.\" He acknowledged closing the cell door behind her as she stepped out of the cell. He gave the prisoner a last look, to commit him to memory, then turned to Anya. \"I'll escort you back.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nThey were quiet as they left, and she glanced over her shoulder to him. \"If you're going to say something, say it.\" She started, hating the feeling of being scolded."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria Jail\n\nArin looked as the queen left, and put his head between his knees. Honestly, he was exhausted. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. \n\nA beautiful woman looked down at him. \"Arin. You have always had such a silver tongue. Shame you must waste it on these mortal women.\" She said, before fading before his eyes. He watched as the scenery changed, now showing him a city in ashes. Women and children screamed as the flames licked at their feet, and the smoke wafted through the air with all of the tenacity of a sleeping dog. He begged himself to wake up but his horrors had only begun. \n\nAfter hours of dreams each worse than the last, Arin woke up, drenched in sweat. The door to his cell opened a crack, and bread and water was slid inside. Arin muttered his thanks and began to eat, ripping the hard bread as best as he could. He didn't know how long it would be until he got more water so he saved it, and began to do what he could inside of the room. He worked like he would on a ship, using the strength of his upper arms to push his body upwards, his legs straight up in the air. He did this several times, until he could no more. Afterwards he just laid on his back and kept his legs in the air, using his abdominal muscles to reach his toes repeatedly. He had to stay in shape, even if he wouldn't be in here for long. The metal piece forming around his teeth could pop out, revealing two small wire-like pieces used to undo locks like the one on the door. As soon as the guard left he popped out the wire pieces and took his time, popping open the door. He put out the torch and walked out of the cell, popping the wire pieces in his mouth behind the front bottom teeth.\n\nHe snuck out of the hallway and followed his previous footsteps back to the small room where they put his gear. He fit the dagger back in its holder, and grabbed his clothes and got dressed, tying up the boots and pulling tight the gloves. He opened and snuck out of one of the windows. He dashed like crazy as far as he could, only stopping when he reached a clearing of sorts. \n\nHe walked slowly, following a path he did not know. After almost an hour of walking, he looked up and saw a very lavish home, and he approached slowly, only stopping when a voice shouted \"OI! What business do you have on royal property?\" A guard shouted at him in a manner that was unbecoming to a royal guard. Arin shrugged and ran, outpacing the guard easily, and ran smack into another one. He blinked as a large hand grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him, before receiving a hard blow to the stomach. He was kicked and beaten for a moment, before being clanked into irons and dragged into a large hall, and he was locked into a small ring on the wall. Arin was dazed, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was sure this house was only a noble's home, but the man had said Royal. That could only mean... \"Oh fuck.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"A large portion of my job is to keep you alive.\" He commented, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, \"You seem to make that part rather hard for me. Why were you in a cell _alone_ with a prisoner who'd been brought into a closed port. There _is_ a plague going on outside. That's the least of it, you were _alone_, forgive me, but you don't seem to be the strongest of women I've met. What would you have done if this pirate overpowered you, took you hostage, or killed you or something.\" He asked, his voice holding an edge to it, but staying as respectful. \"I appreciate your direct initiative in affairs, or whatever you were doing, but if something happens to you, a lot of things fall apart. You are one of a small group of people that're keeping this young kingdom together. Something happens to you, all of this could start to unravel. So all I ask, if you're going to go and meet with prisoners or to foreign countries, take someone who knows how to use a sword with you at the _least_.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstorian Ports\n\nThe redhead was silent as he spoke, walking in step with him. His voice was surprisingly... Soft compared to what she would have expected from the man. If she had found out Mikhail had gone and done what she had done, she would have made his points and a thousand more, much louder. \"You're right.\" She told him when he finally made his request. They were walking back towards Zahrada, a half hour walk if taken at a comfortable pace. Her carriage was waiting, but she didn't want to climb into it, it felt like eons since she'd been able to just _walk_ amongst the Underground. She missed how close it had felt in those cliffside cities. \n\n\"I suppose I was eager for something to do, and wanted to get my eyes on an accused pirate to assure it wasn't a Maith spy.\" She explained, and pushed her hands through her loose hair. \"I've felt stir crazy locked inside the palace. I'll be sure to bring an escort next time.\" Boy did that feel like a lie, but she said it smoothly."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"That's all I ask. There's guards all over the city, just pull one to keep an eye on things. No offense, but I don't think there are many people you can fend off by yourself. Unless you're hiding some combat training from me or something.\" He mused, walking with her, \"So did you find out anything from him? Did he turn out to be a pirate?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\n\"No offense, but I would have more combat training if someone actually fulfilled my requests for training lessons.\" She remarked, shooting him a sideways glance that was meant to be more joking than harsh. Sometimes she couldn't read Robert, and it seemed that kindhearted jests occasionally got a small smile from it. If the stars were aligned properly, that was. \n\n\"He's not infected, at least in no way I detected, physically or magically. As for piracy, I don't really believe his story, but I don't really believe his second one either. He claimed to be captured and to have escaped. It just makes me more anxious he might try something to get out of that cell before we're ready to release him.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nA light smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, \"I suppose I could find a particularly poor squire to help train you. Perhaps a one-handed squire, so you'll have a somewhat more even fight.\" He jested back, though coming from him it sounded almost serious. \n\n\"I'll have a handful of guards and send them down there, might even wake up Daemon and have him pull and night shift detail.\" He mused, the opportunity to fuck with Daemon always a good one."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nHer lips parted in a scoff, and she rolled her eyes. \"Fuck you, Cromwell.\" She breathed, though her tone wasn't harsh. \"I can handle any man you send my way, guaranteed.\" It was a bold statement, but she never said how she would take them out, just that she could."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Oh, I'm sure you can. You're the queen, none of them would try to hurt you.\" He said, a smirk on his face as he walked alongside her, whenever they reached a door he'd open it for her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\n\"It's bold of you to think no one would take the chance to attack me without consequences.\" She pointed out. \"You're telling me you wouldn't take the opportunity to test out my abilities if I told you I _genuinely_ wanted you to test me?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Oh, _I_ most certainly would. But do you think a common guard, or man-at-arms would take the chance of going all out against the _queen_ of Astoria and Feyshore and potentially hurting her? If my entire livelihood depended on this job, I sure as hell wouldn't.\" He said, looking at her."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nAnya paused, and twisted to look at him. \"They wouldn't be giving me an opportunity to learn.\" She felt her brow furrow. \"I swear, if I could turn this crown over to Mikhail now I would. I'd kill for a real interaction with someone who isn't shivering in their boots over my title.\""
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"No man wants to be known as the Queenslayer, especially when it was unintentional. I can show you some things if you'd like, though we'll be starting with wood swords. I'm not about to hand over steel to you.\" He said, \"That'd also be a cruel thing to do to the poor boy. Let him relish _not_ being king for awhile longer. I'm surprised you never asked Lord Stafford to try and teach you, or for you to train on. He seemed to spend a lot of time here, and I've seen his regimen, he spent a lot of time in the yard.\""
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"message": "\"I know it's cruel, I'll stay alive as long as possible to keep the crown off his head. He deserves the chance to enjoy his life out of the public sphere for a little bit. Especially now.\" She didn't like to think of her son as a budding adult, but she had to remind herself he was. \n\n\"Stafford is a wonderful man, but when he and Angelica were around I was distracted. To say the least.\""
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Makes sense. Well, we can start training whenever you have time. Tell me, and I'll be there.\" He said, pausing, \"Have you eaten dinner yet? You were with the prisoner for sometime.\""
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"message": "\"Generally they stop calling for me around seven, so anytime after before bed would be fine. It kind of hurts your sunlight hours though.\" She mused, and when he asked about dinner she paused. \"No, I haven't. Care to join me?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Would love to join you. I haven't eaten yet.\" He said, changing directions to go toward the kitchens to have something prepared for them. \"Oh, you're aware Daemon steals wine from the kitchens, yes?\" He mentioned idly as they walked."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nThere was no real reason not to follow him, so the two headed down towards the kitchens. He lead the way, but only by half a step, and his comment made her laugh. \"Oh I'm aware. Mikhail let it slip one night, because he felt guilty about it. I moved all the nice ones they don't deserve to drink in the span of an hour into my personal stores. Everything in the kitchens is common enough I don't care. I even told Mika they could just take it, but I think sneaking it is the appeal?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nHe sighed and scratched the back of his neck, \"About that, I know the friendship between Mikhail and Daemon is something you appreciate, so I try not to interfere. But the squires that were left here by Lord Stafford to be trained by me aren't supposed to be drinking, unless givin' special privleges on weekends. I'm holding off to give them more freedom until after they finish their winter training exercise. Daemon just _ignores_ these rules and sneaks around, he got away with it under Lord Stafford because, for all of Lord Stafford's virtues, I don't think he was ever a sneaky teenager. He was always someone who followed rules, so tends to trust his squires to do the same.\" He sighed, \"So, with your permission, I'd like to instruct castle staff to pull inform me or one of my captains to if Daemon is sneaking around after-hours. Especially if a girl happens to be with him.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nThe cadence of his voice changed, and it made her stop in her tracks. They were outside the kitchen doors, and she could hear the soft workings of the staff inside, cleaning and preparing. Her brow pulled inward, and her attention moved from him to the door as he spoke. It had never even occurred to her that Daemon could be using Mikhail as a means to get out of his own work or to get ahead. If he had been sneaking around under Eric, it was entirely possible he only maintained the friendship with her son in order to keep a pass to do whatever he pleased. Hell, she'd even turned an eye on him taking wine because she wanted him and Mikhail to have a good time, but now worry crept onto her features. \n\n\"Do you think he's only hanging around Mika because of the perks?\" She questioned, and cleared her throat. \"I didn't think anyone would try that with him, most people are just frightened of him. I suppose it was niave to assume someone _wouldn't_ try to use him..\" She trailed off, and nodded. \n\n\"You have my permission to keep him in line.\""
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nRobert found the worrying of a mother somewhat endearing, it helped humanize a queen he hadn't spent as much time around as he'd have liked to. \n\n\"Don't worry on that account, Daemon does seem to actually like Mikhail. I've seen how he uses people, he scarcely ever spend time with them and only ever goes when he needs something, for example, some kitchen girl named Trissa he's been toying with to get him extra rations. Effectively _everything_ Daemon does is to spend time with or show Mikhail something. I just need to get the kid to focus on training and learning some damn humility. But even exhausted the boy drives some grown men across the yard, which only emboldens him. But thank you for the permission. I didn't want to start commanding castle staff around and step out of line. Now, what would you like for dinner?\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nIt felt like he was trying to assure her, and while she was still now weary of the young man who had started to teach her son how to be a man, she gave a small smile. \"Of course, Lord Cromwell, anything to make your job easier, I will try to accommodate.\" Her mind was still wondering about the teenagers when he prompted what they would have and her smile turned sheepish. \"By all means, request whatever you would like, I make dinner decisions practically every night, I've run out of ideas.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nRobert paused for a few moments thinking, \"Breakfast for dinner sound okay...? Bacon, eggs, Feyshorian Toast?\" He asked, making sure this wasn't one of those 'Whatever you want... No not that.' situations he often found himself in with women. Also to ensure that Robert's favorite meal would be _okay_ with the Anya."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nThe redhead cocked her head to the side and gave a genuine laugh. \"That sounds _perfect_.\" She grinned. \"I never get to ask for it, I always worry no one else would be in the mood for jams and toasts for dinner.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\n\"I'll assume librarians wouldn't appreciate eating in the library, quarters sounds like a better option.\" He said, turning to poke his head in to let the staff know where to take the food. He looked back at the queen. \"Shall we?\" He asked, stepping toward a staircase to Anya's quarters."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Eric Stafford\nAstoria \n\nIt took a lot to not comment that the librarians had dealt with her dropping Mikhail's soaking and bleeding body onto the tables, ruining several tombs and scrolls worth of literature. Some had been salvaged, but she had already demanded copies to be made, not willing to let anyone use a book that was stained with her son's life blood, just in case their intentions weren't pure. \n\nShe followed Robert up the staircase, heading to her own room on the third floor of the castle. It was warmer and quieter up here, with rooms and parlors reserved for the personal use of the family. And since it had dwindled to just her and Mikhail, and Mikhail tended to not be home, it was really just her these days. \n\n\"Did you get the opportunity to spend some time with your brother and family for the holiday?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nRobert smiled, \"I did, I met my new nephew who'd been born over the fall. My brother is enjoying his time as lord, the job suits him better than it did me.\" He opened her chambers door for her and allowed her to pass through first. \"The snow was a bit of a travel hazard but I survived. Did you spend some time with Mikhail?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\nThe woman mad a soft sound at mention of the new child, and she gave a small smile of thanks as she moved past him into her chambers. Her guards weren't posted, something she found peculiar but didn't question. Her head knight was holding the door for her, she felt safe enough with his company. \n\n\"I'm glad to hear that, I worried you had been exaggerating his abilities to assure your own position here. But it's good to know he's thriving under his title.\" When he asked if she'd spent time with Mikhail she shook her head. \n\n\"Did you want to spend Hogcock with your mother at fifteen?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nThe question earned a laugh, \"I suppose not particularly, but I was a little bastard at fifteen so I assumed other teenagers were better.\" He let her take a seat before he took his seat. \"But yes, my brother is very much enjoying playing with economics and crop rotation. Administrating suits him.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria\n\n\"You, a bastard? I find that difficult to believe.\" She chuckled, immediately pulling the pins from her hair to let her now loose waves fall over her shoulders. Her hair had been freshly washed, and being twisted and pinned all day gave it a lovely texture when she ran her fingers through it idly to shake it out. \n\n\"What trouble did you get into, what's normal for a boy his age?\" She asked, knowing she had no personal guidelines as to what a boy _should_ be doing. She thought by now he'd have taken an interest in.Building his own court and politics, but it seemed he just wanted to sneak out and drink."
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nRobert gained a devious smile, \" I was far worse than Daemon. I was fighting, gambling, drinking, sneaking across the border into Terresol was a favorite pass time, since I could get into trouble there and run across the border back to Feyshore. The list got long. I've stolen a horse and two, I could've been hanged for that one. When my Da' found out, I think I would've preferred the hanging. But my mother hit harder.\" He said, reminiscing the trouble he got into. Not a hint of bitterness in his voice, \"I deserved all of it.\" He added, pausing, \"Though I wasn't much of a nobility. So that trouble was normal for people of lower classes like me, but boys get into trouble often. We're stupid when we're young, surviving the stupidity is what mellows us out.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Castle, Astoria\n\nShe moved to take a seat on the edge of her bed, wanting the height so she could comfortably move to unlace her boots and still watch him as he talked. Her smile widened as he listed his exploits, until eventually the grin made her nose scrunch in delight. \"You did _not_ steal horses. Robert Cromwell, the man who not an hour ago asked permission to punish his pupils? Gambling and drinking and stealing?\" She let her boot fall to the floor and started on the other. \n\n\"Maybe I should learn a thing or two from your mother, maybe keep Mikhail from stealing horses too.\" She paused, \"Though I suppose he's got the title and potential to steal a lot worse, hm?\" It wasn't fun to think about, and she stood when she'd loosed her other boot as well, picking them both up to move them by the door to be polished and put away by the staff later. \n\n\"So this is you mellow then?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"I did. To be fair, I was using to escape from a girl's father who had threatened to kill me. I had every intention of returning it.\" He smiled, \"This is me incredibly mellow. I was a hellspawn as a teenager, I would've hated young me. Mikhail is a good kid, far better than I was, I doubt you'll have much issues with him doing anything too wrong.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Castle, Astoria\n\nAnya choked on her surprise. \"You weren't, you're _lying_!\" She laughed, dropping into one of the chairs before her fireplace. It wasn't lit, and she didn't intend to make any effort to start a fire either. \"My very own Sir Cromwell, dodging the wrath of angry fathers all over Feyshore. I would have loved to have known the reckless version of you in my own youth.\" It was funny to think he was a little older than her, and how her life would have been had she been in Feyshore in her early teens instead. Maybe her window would have been one he'd snuck out of. \n\n\"I dunno, it's not like he has anything to fear anymore.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"You're more than welcome to claim I'm a liar, but I promise you I'm not. Why do you think I'm able to be a step ahead of Coridon? I know exactly all of what he's going to do. It isn't always about fear,\" He said, \"It's in a person's nature. My brother was a polar opposite, much better kid. Had his own brand of fun. I was _terrified_ half the times I did stupid stuff.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Castle, Astoria\n\n\"Most people haven't come back from the dead.\" She reminded him, and gestured for him to come sit with or across from her, him standing while she wasn't was starting to make her uncomfortable as a host. \"He's a good kid, but he came back different. I think he's trying to experience a full life, to not take things for granted, but it doesn't mean it isn't hard to watch. I never imagined him growing up and distancing himself from me.\" As if the mood needed another drop, she cleared her throat, and propped her elbow on the arm of the chair she occupied. \n\n\"What kind of trouble did your brother get into?\""
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nNodded as an admission that she was correct, most people do not come back from the dead. \n\n\"The worst thing I think he did was sneak liquor across from Terresol, it was a bit cheaper there. Occasionally he'd come with me to bars and inns, though he was often the voice of reason. He's younger than me, so he was usually with me whenever I did anything. I just made sure nothing happened to him if we got into a fight. Overall, he avoided doing anything _too_ stupid and stuck to making sure my drunken plans were better thought out.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe woman gave a soft hum of amusement, wishing she had been able to know the man when he was younger and wild. \"Do you ever think you'd spend a night like you did in your youth again? Drinking past starlight and stupid plans bound to go wrong?\" It wasn't exactly something she was in a position to do. Of all the rulers in Marin she was undoubtedly seen as the weakest politically, having having fallen into her position instead of learning it from a young age. Her wild acne drunken nights felt like they would never surface again."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"I'm not sure, I sort of grew out of it as I get older and was handed responsibility. Occasionally I'll drink with some of the guards captains or Aldvis who stayed behind with the squires, get to know them better. But anything remarkably stupid? Probably not. I'm too old to go around doing stupid shit now. I'll leave that to the young ones.\" He said."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"Its probably for the best, Hm?\" She commented, and before she could elaborate there was a gentle knock on her door. She called for them to enter, and their meal was set between them on the small coffee table, along with a decanter of water and what looked to be juice. \n\n\"What have you learned of Aldvis, I've never actually spoken to the man.\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Average man-at-arms captain, sort of. Spent a lot of time around Lord Stafford, likes him a fair bit more than he liked Lord Storm, or King Storm, whatever we're remembering him as. So far helping train squires is his favorite portion of his job, though, he's looking to head back to Stormalong rather soon. Getting homesick, I imagine.\"\n\nHe said, beginning to eat, \"How about yourself, you weren't always the Queen of South Feyshore and Astoria, did you have a exciting childhood of adventures?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHer demeanor changed when he mentioned Aldvis wanted to return to Stormalong, and she shifted stiffly, placing her knee over her other and dropping her gaze down to avoid showing the annoyance that came with that statement. \n\n\"Send him to Stormalong tomorrow then, I don't want men in Astoria who don't want to be here.\" She said, rather curtly. A moment passed, wondering if she should apologize for being sensitive, but she didn't. \n\n\"I grew up in Kath, spent my youth passed around my father's court, then my teens passed around a brothel until I joined King Cleburn's court about a year or two before the fall. I don't remember a lot of my childhood, it seemed so inconsequential at the time.\""
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"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\nRobert eyed Anya for a moment, \"I still need Aldvis. There aren't many veterans in Zahrada I can rely on to train young knights. I intend to let him go back to Stafford with the rest of Stafford's men-at-arms who remained here with the squires once spring comes around. They all are better at showing those squires how to train in winter conditions. I also don't have an ability to call for replacements, not many people want to travel through snow to Zahrada, and almost everyone I can think of is in Feyshore.\" He admitted, leaning back. \n\nThen nodded along with her short childhood recollection, \"You've come a long way then.\" He said, not sure what the best response would've been."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe pressed her lips together. \"How many of your knights are Stafford's? Or more specifically, South Feyshorian men? How many will you lose when they leave?\""
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Robert Cromwell\nAstoria\n\n\"Most of the men who are here training the squires were Stafford's men, then he left and Lady Stafford left. Everything moves fast and Zahrada has some favorable grounds for training the squires, and since I'm taking it over then they may as well stay here. The men who stayed behind are officers and veterans, only about ten or so men. Once spring comes around they'll be permitted to go back to Stafford's service once I've pulled more permanent replacements. To Stafford's credit, he told them to be here as long as I need them. I'd just rather have my own selection, and Stafford needs his officers for organizing Feyshore's army, something a bit more pressing. I have some names back home who will be useful in the second phase of the training I'm about to begin.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe Queen nodded, and began to make a plate from the spread of toasts, eggs, and meats that were brought to them. She finished, and offered it to Robert. \n\n\"I'd prefer you had your own team as well. Stafford breeds loyalty like no other man I've seen. His men will stay if asked, but I have no doubt they're itching to be back under his command. \" \n\nShe started to make her own plate, and caught a corner of her toastthat broke, popping it into her mouth as she glanced to the quiet and dark fireplace. She should have lit it. \n\n\"Brightwater might come to you looking for recruits. I have him my permission to do so, but considering your senior staff seems slim, if you see him before I do tell him he'll have to wait until you build your numbers again, or unless he can draw some loyalty from Stafford's men.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nA knock on her bedroom door paused the conversation they were having, and Anya swallowed a bite of egg before moving towards the door. The guard on the other side bowed deeply, expressing his apologies. \n\n\"We've captured someone sneaking around the castle grounds, he's in the main hall. I was told I could find Lord Cromwell here with you.\" He said, glancing past her to see the Head knight enjoying his breakfast for dinner. \n\n\"He's eating, I'll accompany you for now.\" She glanced over her shoulder to Robert. \n\n\"Join us when you're finished?\" She prompted, and took the short nod as a yes before heading down to where the sleuth was being held."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton \nZahrada Astoria \n\nArin looked rough. His lip was swollen and blood trickled out of his nose from where the yard had slammed into him, and his vision was beginning to darken. The iron clanked around his wrists tightened and chafed and every movement was beginning to be torture as he stood chained in the main hall. A guard went to fetch some Robert Cromwell and Arin was held at spear point against the wall. \n\n\"Think I'm not going anywhere, now would you mind... Not stabbing me to death. I rather enjoy my life, thank you.\" Arin said, calmly facing the guards. \n\n\"Shut your filthy mouth.\" A guard said, shoving the point ever closer to his neck. Arin pressed himself flat against the wall as the woman from before walked into the room, and he almost fainted. \n\n\"What the hell?\" He said softly."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe Queen saw the small ring of guards first, one holding a spear to the man's neck though she couldn't see the victim. Her tongue clicked, and the trio turned to look at her. \n\n\"Geez, that's a bit barbaric isn't it? For someone who wandered onto the property?\" She asked, intentionally trying to make the stupid decision to fashion a spear for the event known. The trio stood at attention, and stepped aside to give Anya a clear view of the man claimed to her wall. \n\n\"Well that's interesting. Twice in one day, Arin?\""
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"message": "\"I apologize. I didn't realize what this place was. I couldn't stand the cell. It was too small for someone with my standards.\" Arin said, his lips beginning to form a smile. His tongue began pushing the small wire piece farther behind his teeth.\n\n\"So where am I, exactly? I took a few wrong turns getting here.\" Arin remarked, rolling his wrist to try to get relief."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHer silver eyes flickered to the way he rolled his wrists, and she had a feeling he would escape the cuffs soon enough. \n\n\"Zahrada, the capitol of Astoria. Specifically, the main dining hall of Queen Durkhan's palace.\" She tilted her head. \"Where were you _trying_ to go?\""
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"message": "\"Anywhere. I enjoy walking but usually I have landmarks to guide me. I have never been here before though. Bad luck or good timing I really am not sure yet.\" Arin said, his nimble fingers beginning their work figuring out the locking mechanism on the handcuffs. When the queen's dazzling eyes flickered over his hands he frowned and stopped, holding up his hands.\n\n \"I'm not doing anything. I won't escape.\" He said, hanging his head."
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"message": "\"Oh I'm aware you won't.\" She agreed, watching as his head dipped. It was strange, the bounce off blonde and charming smile he shot her reminded her of a young Romanov, but she forced that thought down. \n\n\"Why did you come to Astoria to begin with? Surely there are better places to escape pirates.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "\"I tried to escape my past. I needed a fresh start, and was hoping to reach Araedia to accomplish that. I keep being plagued by misfortune, and it has led me here, to you, it seems.\" Arin said, beginning to stare off in the distance. He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again. When he opened them they appeared glossy. \n\n\"Why do you think we keep being pushed together? Do you think a higher purpose is leading us together, pushing my path into yours? Or do you think our lives are meaningless, not worth more than the lives we live.\" Arin said, before his eyes seemingly clearing up."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nThe woman blinked at him waxing poetic. \"You're in chains because you were caught sneaking about my property after escaping from one of my prisions, and you're asking if it was destiny?\" She clarified.\n\n\"It seems more to me that you were sent her for something you're not telling us, were captured, and you escaped and followed me home to try and get some form of petty revenge for inconveniencing you.\""
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"message": "William \"The merchant\"\nAstorian port\n\nIchabod was like a son to him and a little brother by those abroad the ship, aye, but then some news coming from one of the merchant's men in terresol was brought before him, and with a deep, resounding sigh, the man read the letter. It was nothing important or worth mentioning other than that there were some business opportunities that he could gain monopoly in, so long as he tried to negotiate it.\n\nAs such, the crew began to lead the little boy back to the ship—assuming he complied with still working for the merchant, as his apprentice and occasional child-labor child because, even though he was a good man, profit was still a great thing for William—but not before he, too, estabilished a few lines of commerce amongst the locals of the port. Assuming the people there were willing to do some black market deals for a fair exchange, that is.\n\nEither way, now with mayhaps another solid trade route to have his things go to, the merchant looked towards Eric, his friend and once teacher into the art of chivalry.\n_ _\n\n\"My friend... You know the little ichabod lad, right? He has seen some pretty rough things, you know. If you can, I want you to teach him into knighthood, just like you did with me... You are the best professor I ever could have had.\"\n\nWith that, the old knight gave a hearty, sarcastic laugh before shaking his head in disapproval to what he had been asked to do.\n\n\"What? 'Er wan' me to teach the lad? William, you know that the boy trusts you more than anyone in this bloody ship. Why would he choose me instead of yer, er? Fer fock's sake... You 'er a knicht, too! Ya can take him as a squire, or are ya afraid of the responsibility?\"\n\nA grunt, and he pondered about that. He never really had a son figure, and to even think about having to spar with him in order to train properly was abhorrent... The thing Will least wanted to do was to hurt Icha even more than he already was, and give him another illness on his brain due to a hard strike on his head.\n\n\"We will see.\"\n\nSo, they set sail for , looking forward to estabilishing even more shops that could secretly work and help him... The merchant was the champion of the people, after all! Or not. Well, in a way, at least. For capitalism shall truly be born as it should be!"
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"message": "\"What do you mean? Destiny is a lie. A joke. Something to make hopeless people believe in something. I don't believe in destiny.\" Arin said, shaking his head in disbelief. \n\n\"Hard times must fall on someone to believe that their life is controlled by anything besides their own will.\" Arin said."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe knit her brow together. Her gaze moved to the guards, who also looked confused by what he had said. \"I never said anything about destiny, that was you.\" She told him sharply, and found her annoyance at the man had only grown with every word he said. \"Again, why are you here, I don't believe you just coincidentally wandered into one of the largest properties in the area.\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria\n\n\"I swear to you I have no incentive or reason to harm or do anything from any of you. Especially you, your highness. I apologize for this misunderstanding.\" Arin said, being sincere. \n\n\"I can make this up to you. I will do anything you want. Anything.\" Arin said, pleading with the queen's possible good side."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria \n\n\"Why do you think I could possibly need anything from you?\" She countered. \"I want you out of Astoria, out of South Feyshore, and to not fall back into my sight in chains again.X"
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada\n \n\"Surely there is something you desire.. Freedom, knowledge.. Excitement. I can show you a different side of Marin truly few get to see. How to live your life without fear, with the knowledge that no man or woman can truly ever destroy you. But, I will leave. I understand how you must feel. But in order to let me leave, I must admit. I... Am a pirate. Well, was a pirate. That is how I am here now. I deserted because I witnessed horrors that I did not believe were needed, so I jumped ship as a mutiny happened. Call me a deserter all you want, or hang me, but I no longer live that life.\" Arin said, unlocking the handcuffs but not letting them slide off. It was noticeable to the trained eye, and he did not try to hide the fact it was unlocked. He wanted someone to notice."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe scratching of silver caught her attention, but he was talking, and it covered the sound well enough. It was probably his intention, because it sounded like he was spouting nonsense. When he finally stopped talking, her eyes moved to the cuffs, noting that the solid seal was now partially open. Her tongue ran over her teeth and she sighed heavily, waving her hand in an annoyed gesture. With the motion, the cuffs clicked back into place, and the sigils on her arms tingled with the propulsion of magic that she had used to knock them back in place. \n\n\"He's infuriating, and he's an escape artist. Get him out of here, and personally escorted into far enough waters that he won't wander back.\" She gave the instructions to the guard who had held a spear to the man's throat, more than willing to let him push it through the pirate's neck now that he'd gotten her in trouble and interrupted her night once more. \n\n\"We're finished here.\" She added, turning to leave."
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"message": "Arin frowned and dropped the chains. \"You caught me.\" He said as spears began to poke him. He was pushed back against the wall and he blinked the sweat out of his eyes. \"Your Highness, I must implore you to let me stay. At least in Astoria. The fucking people I was telling you about that will kill me much faster than anything you could do to me, and way worse too. I am not trying to have my fucking insides hanging from the mast of a ship for years. I at least want a dignified death.\" Arin said, standing up strong against the spears, blood trickling down his neck."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe redhead felt her eyes move towards the ceiling before she became aware she had rolled her eyes, her back turned to him. \"And I want an evening uninterrupted by diplomacy, neither of us get what we want, do we Cragton?\" She shot back, looking over her shoulder. Even though he'd managed to pick at her last nerve, seeing him with a spear to his neck did nothing to make that feeling fade. \n\nShe really hated her morality sometimes. \n\n\"Give me a reason to keep you around. So far you've managed to escape captivity twice, there's no reason for me to trust you. Who is to say I don't agree to let you live out your days in Astoria only to catch you standing over my bedside this every evening with a dagger poised over my heart?\""
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"message": "\"Maybe spend an evening with me...\" Arin said, looking at the woman for a moment. \"You want to escape diplomacy for the night, right. You can keep some guards with us but spend some time with me. Anything you want to know about me you can learn. Anything I know you can be taught. I swear no harm will come to you.\" He said, holding his arm out. \"I put the use of my right arm on the line.\" He said."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe wasn't going to tell him just how _royally pissed_ Cromwell and Brightwater would be if she left the palace in the middle of the evening unattended with a known pirate who had bested her base level guards twice now. But boy could she just _see_ the look they would give her. The same Angelica always did, but less sexy, probably. \n\n\"Telling me to go wander aimlessly with you through the night isn't a reason to trust you.\""
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"message": "\"Maybe not, but the only way you can know for sure is to do it.\" Arin said, the spear points still at his neck, but they were no longer poking him."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nFor the first time ever in her life, she actually took the advice of everyone around her. \"I'm not interested, Cragton. If you've got an issue with leaving my lands by sea, I'll gladly see you escorted to the shores of Lake Fey and you can make your way to..\" She paused \"Terresol, was it? I don't even recall. I'd personally steer clear and take yourself to Ibethiel, but that's your prerogative.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria \n\nArin knew when he had lost, but he still saw a slimmer of hope of being able to stay. \"No. Araedia. But I do think I can be helpful around here. Your guards are completely unprepared for someone like me. I will teach them how to counter everything I did. I'm decent with a blade as well.\" Arin said, lifting the closest spear in the air and spinning the shaft, as the other guards pressed forwards he spoke with a calm yet stern voice \"Stop. I'm showing you something.\" He said, before flipping the spear out of the man's hands. \"See.\" He said, handing the spear back to the guard and being shoved roughly against the wall. \n\n\"This is getting annoying.\" He said, blood trickling out of the edge of his mouth."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane was leaving the kitchen with a bottle of wine and bread, when he heard something being slammed against the wall. Turning the corner, he saw Anyanka facing down a group of guards, someone being pinned against the wall.\n\nHe raised a brow and approached, planting himself next to his ruler. \"What the fuck is going on here.\" He asked, glancing over to her. \"And why are his chains on the ground?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHe wasn't wrong, and when he flipped the spear from her guard it was almost a reason to be interested in keeping him around. Almost. It wasn't until he was pinned back in the wall that she let out a breath. No sooner did it escape her didn't she hear Zane to her right,and she blinked, turning to look at him. \n\n\"Because he keeps escaping them.\" She told him plainly. \"Think you can take him?\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada Astoria\n\nArin grinned, and dropped two small bags into the ground, and watched as two guards realize what had happened and with red faces pick up their money. He also dropped the keys to the chain that had kept his feet trapped and finally held up his empty hands. \"They are not very attentive. That is an issue.\" Arin said, with angry men pointing sharp weapons his way. \n\nArin finally had had enough and as one of them jabbed his spear too closely Arin slid to the left, catching the shaft of the spear and pulling the man closer to Arin, putting the man's shielded body between him and the spear now slicing the air to reach Arin. Arin used the momentum of the guard's body to push him into the other guard, their helmets clanking together and they dropped to the floor. It was now one on one, and Arin waited to see what the other guard would do. The guard grit his teeth and walked slowly towards Arin, and Arin settles into a defensive state. He waited until the man got too pushy and he pulled almost the same move, grabbing the man's spear and pulling him to him, except this time he let the man keep sliding and Arin shoved his Iron helmet into the wall, the metal sounding like a bell as it dented the front. The man slumped and Arin took a deep breath as more guards ran in. He sighed and settled into the balls of his feet, and waited for the next assault."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane just raised a brow as he saw the unnamed man lay out three guards in only a few moments. He sighed as he glanced over to Anyanka. \"You need to talk to someone about that.\" A shake of the head, and he raised the bottle of wine to his lips. \"Immediately. Cause that was atrocious.\"\n\nTaking a long sip of the wine, he kept an eye on the man and walked towards him. Stopping at the chains on the ground, Zane picked them up and studied them. \"So you took out the guards, but seeing that performance from them, I'd be shocked if you didn't. You also picked the locks on your bonds, and I'm a bit impressed by that.\" Throwing the chains to the man, Zane glanced at the spears on the ground. \"Now, I'm giving you two options here. I can either throw this bottle at you, grab one of those spears you left on the ground and gut you.\" Gesturing to the chains at the mans feet, Zane stepped to the side and cut his view of Anyanka. \"Or you can put those chains on, behave for a few hours, and I can offer you a job.\"\n\nWith a shrug, Zane took another sip of the wine. \"The choice is yours.\" Glancing back to Anyanka, he smirked. \"This okay with you, ma'am?\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nShe has the sense to fall back a step, placing Zane just a bit forward before her as Arin made quick work of her guards. It always made her groan, to see them put down so easily. When Zane spoke, offering the man two options before looking back to her, she hesitated. Stepping back to his side, she took the bottle from him, her fingers grazing her Spymaster's bruised knuckles as she did so. She lifted it to her lips, taking a drag before returning it. \n\n\"That's fine by me, so long as you keep him out of my home.\" Anya muttered, then smiled softly at Zane, pressing her own knuckles into his shoulder affectionately. \n\n\"Nice to see you again, Harmattan. It's been a lifetime, you should come around more often.\" She told him, then turned, intent on going back to her room and sleeping in."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada Astoria \n\nArin nodded, and closed the clasps back on his chains, closing them. \"Goodbye, your Majesty. I hope to see you again.\" Arin said, watching her turn and leave. *God what a woman.* He thought to himself as she walked away, and he allowed himself to be chained up again. \n\nHe felt something warm trickling down his arm and looked down, noticing a nasty cut going lengthwise down his shoulder. It started throbbing as the adrenaline wore off, and he grit his teeth, trying to keep his mind off of it."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nA roll of the eyes was all Zane gave Anya as she told him to come around more often. \"You know, that's a two way street, right?\" He called to her retreating form.\n\nTurning back to the man, Zane noticed the blood on his arm and smirked. \"I take it that hurts?\" He commented, grabbing the man by the arm the blood ran down. \"Cause trust me, in the line of work you're going into, it'll get a lot worse then that.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada Astoria \n\nArin forced a smile through his obvious pain, and offered a retort. \"Oh this? This isn't shit.\" He said, as the man's fingers dig into his arm like individual moles searched for something hidden under the layer of skin. He followed Zane as he was lead somewhere else.\n\n\"So what is this job? I'm not complaining but I would appreciate some idea of what I'm getting myself into.\" Arin said softly."
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"We're not going to talk about the job out here.\" Zane told the man, dragging him towards a more abandoned part of the estate. When he found a room that wasn't used, Zane threw the man in and followed behind him. A quick glance around the room, and Zane remembered where he stashed some of his weapons, glad he stocked most of the rooms with some form of self defense.\n\n\"Tell me your name.\" He commanded, leaning back against the door to the room. He crossed his arms and rested his left leg on the door as well. If the man made a run for it, the small blade that Zane kept hidden in his boot would be needed."
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada, Astoria\nArin frowned as he was thrown in, and did a quick search of the room, taking in every detail he could, and looked at the man, and frowned again. \n\n\"My name is Arin. Arin Cragton. Your last name is Harmattan, but I cannot think of a time where your first name was mentioned.\" Arin said, noticing the man preferring to keep his left boot tilted upwards, maybe for reach for a weapon."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"You don't need to know my first name.\" Zane commented, watching as the man took note of his stance. \"And I'll tell you right now, there's a blade in my boot. If you think you can escape those chains faster then I can gut you, I dare you to try. But if I see so much as a twitch from you, it'll be making a home in your chest.\"\n\nZane quieted after that, and rolled his neck. \"So what are you? A vagabond? Bandit? Whore? What's your story.\""
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada Astoria\n\n\"My story is simple. I was a pirate, and a damned good one. I did many horrible things, thinking I was doing it for all the right reasons, getting back at those who had harmed others, but I was told to do something I never and will never do. I was told to capture and kill a child all to torture the father, a simple nobleman. I couldn't bring myself to do it, and I escaped with my life.\" Arin said, hanging his head low. \"Call me a deserter all you like but children are innocent until they know what it's like in an adult's world.\" Arin said softly."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane nodded softly as the man told him his story, a grim look on his face. \"Sometimes those children have to grow up fast though, and learn that it's a fucked world out there.\" He commented, not choosing to think about his son, who despite being a well versed kid, could still be a bit naïve.\n\n\"How do you feel about being a pair of ears for me.\" He asked, cutting to the chase as he adjusted his stance a bit. \"I could use someone who knows their way around a ship.\" He paused after he said that, remembering how he said he escaped from pirates. \"But surviving those ships will fall to you.\""
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"author": "thelastbotleft",
"message": "Arin Cragton\nZahrada Astoria\n\nArin grinned. \"Go back to the hellhole I was in, and work for two different people?\" He said, his voice beginning to take a strange tone. \n\n\"Fuck it. I'll do it.\" Arin said, shrugging. \"I have nothing better to do.\" He said."
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Good.\" He stepped away from the door, and nodded to Arin. \"There's a bar in town called 'The Blazing Bull'. Go to the bartender, Azule, and tell him that you can order from the secret stash. When he tells you to fuck off, order two rounds. He'll know you work for me.\"\n\nTurning and opening the door, he grimaced and glanced back. \"Most of your correspondence will be through a ciphered letter, or through reporting to that bartender.\" He took a step out the door, and pushed his head back in. \"Oh, and if I find you in the estate again, without orders to be here, I will end you.\" With that, Zane left the man and walked back to his office."
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane stretched as he left his office, a bottle of wine held in his left hand. He made his way through the halls of the estate, smiling and trading greetings with people he passed by. Making his way to Anyanka's room, he knocked on the door and poked his head in, a brow rising in confusion at seeing the empty room. Waving down one of the servants, he gestured to the door behind him. \n\n\"Where's Anyanka?\" Was all he asked, his hand idly waving towards the door.\n\n\"She's in the cells, sir.\" The woman responded with, before excusing herself.\n\nWith a grunt, Zane shook his head and began to walk to the entrance of the cells. When he made it to the door, he grimaced and took a long drink of the wine in his hand. His hatred of cells would never change, even though he stood on the opposite side of them now.\n\n\"What're you doing down here?\" Zane asked as he approached Anyanka, stopping next to the woman and throwing an arm around her."
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane's sudden appearance snapped her out of her daydream, and she shook visibly as his voice rang through the quiet hallway. \n\nShe wished she could say that it wasn't a normal occurrence, to be startled when caught off guard. She would have hoped to be able to shield her surprise better by now, but Zane's voice was also one she hadn't heard often as of late, so that in itself was startling. She turned enough to look up at him, giving him a small huff as if to say 'You frightened me' but didn't comment further on her slight jump.\n\n\"Checking in on our prized prisoner.\" She answered, and nodded her head to the wooden door at the end of the hall. Amalthea was still stashed away, and though it had been a few months since they'd done... Well she wasn't really sure what she'd done, but she knew it wasn't lending to the desired affects.\n\n\"Why are you here?\""
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane just smirked at how startled she got, and rolled his eyes at the way she huffed at him. The smirk melted away a bit as he followed her gaze to Amalthea's cell. While Zane dreamed of the day where she was the one locked up, he still hated being close to the woman, and this was no exception. He wasn't proud to admit the way his hand tightened for a split second, but he quickly loosened it, hoping Anyanka hadn't noticed.\n\n\"Well, I remembered what you said earlier about coming around more often, and I'm granting your wish.\" He said, his smirk coming back a bit, even though he had to force it."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I thought that would mean coming to dinner, not coming to check on the prisoners.\" She pointed out, and inhaled deeply, reaching for the wine bottle he held, not giving him a choice but to share. \n\n\"I don't know what to do about her. Or the plague. Or myself.\" She admitted, taking a hefty swig from the bottle. \"I'm itching on the inside and don't know how to alleviate it.\""
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Well, I was planning on inviting you to the Bull, but I was told you were down here.\" He mumbled, shaking his head a bit. \"And if there's an itch inside of you, I know one way to help that.\" He joked, shaking his head.\n\nWith a small grimace, he grabbed the bottle back before taking a sip from it. \"Honestly, if not for the fact she was Robyn's mother, I'd say we just kill her. As for the plague, what can we do? I can send people to investigate, but they'd likely be infected, which could lead to our own people getting it.\" He glanced at her after that, and shook his head. \"And I know you wouldn't want that.\"\n\n\"And what do you mean by yourself, Anya?\" He asked, pulling her a bit closer to his side. \"In the time I've known you, you're a little more in tune with yourself, then to worry about something like that.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Don't be gross, Zane.\" She muttered in response to his joke. When he continued she sighed, dipping her chin a bit and crossing her arms over her chest as she listened. \n\n\"From what Heath has told me, death would be too good for her. And besides, it feels like we're wasting an opportunity by not using her in some capacity. I was hoping that with Marcus we'd be able to gain a little control. But it seems like they just struggle until they're both spent. Half the time I can't get anything coherent out of her.\" Anya pursed her lips. \"It might be time to pull him out, but, after this long I don't know if that would help or hurt either of them. We might lose him for good.\" It was something they had both known about, and hoped wouldn't have to think of, but they'd known it was a risk when he accepted her task. \n\nOn his last point, she promptly ignored talking about herself. \"What's the formal opinion of the Astorian Spymaster on what to do with Amalthea Victor?\""
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane sighed a bit, before he shook his head. \"She's too powerful of an asset. Even if it takes years for Marcus to win control over her, it'd be something we would benefit from immensely.\" Another drink from the bottle, and Zane grimaced. \"Robyn is another powerful asset we have nearby, but he doesn't necessarily have the same pull as Amalthea.\"\n\nWith a grimace he passed the bottle to Anyanka, and rubbed his face with both hands. \"As his father, I don't want to send him there, but if need be, I will help. The only true upside I could find in that though, is that if we sent him back, he'd most likely be in favor of mending ties between Astoria and Vincentian, now that he knows his aunt and cousin are alive. For the most part.\"\n\nHe put his arm back over her shoulders and sighed. \"Just tell me what you want me to do, and it will be done, My Lady.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nHer tongue pressed to the fronts of her top teeth, pressing her lip out a bit as she thought over what he was saying. He was right, she was an asset, but she was hoping she wouldn't be. \"Years would be too long, the Vincentien courts have probably already started the search for a new head to take power. I wouldn't be surprised if we were already too late to put Amalthea back in power.\" She reminded him, and when he brought up Robyn she grew silent. \n\nIt was a complicated affair, and the way Zane spoke about his son was completely new to her. She'd only recently been let on that he even _had_ a son, and let alone that it was a Victor. She didn't want to send the poor kid to a court of vipers, even if it meant losing political control. But saying that made her realize she _really_ didn't want to lose the opportunity to sink Vincentien into the fucking ocean. \n\n\"I'm not going to send Robyn. If I wouldn't send my own son back to Vincentien I wouldn't send you-\" She cut herself off, blinking twice as half a thought started to form. \n\n\"What if we sent Mikhail?\""
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane couldn't help but shake his head as she suggested sending Mikhail. \"Anya, I love you, you know that. That's a horrible suggestion.\" He sighed as he shook his head some more. \"He's already not liked by the court for who his father is, and sending him back likely wouldn't do much.\"\n\n\"At least, alone.\" He mumbled, shaking his head. \"The only way I would say to send Mikhail, would be to send Robyn and some of the people from my network, so as to protect them both.\" A quick breath, and Zane shook his head before he turned Anyanka to face him, both arms resting on her shoulders. \"If you're willing to send Mikhail, and trust my men, I will gladly send Robyn.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nHer brow furrowed when he placed his hands on her shoulders, and she countered the move on his much taller frame, feeling stupid but trying not to show it. \n\n\"Robyn is technically an heir, if I were to send Mikhail it would be to scare the _shit_ out of the courts that the woman who left to kill the child not only failed, but that very same childcame back a man ready to fuck their lives up. Robyn would complicate things.\""
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"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane had to bite down a laugh when Anyanka put her hands on his shoulder, but he failed and let a bit slip past his lips. \"While it's true it'd complicate things, look at it like this. With the son of Amalthea backing Mikhail, the court will know that they're fucked.\" Smirking a little bit, Zane nodded softly. \"And it'd put them in a position of submission. They can't strike out against Mikhail, for fear of Robyn hearing about it. And if they go against Robyn, Mikhail has ties to both here and The Southern Isles. It's a nice little balance of power between the two.\"\n\nZane idly glanced to Amalthea's cell before turning back to Anyanka. \"Also, if they hurt them, my men could destroy them from the inside.\" He commented, smirking to the woman."
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"message": "Arin Cragton\nAstoria\n\nArin nodded, and watched as the man left without undoing the chains that held him. He chuckled and set to work, undoing the locks that before took him 20 minutes but now only took him a short while as he could actively turn the locks. Within minutes the chains fell, and Arin stood up, stretching the muscles that had been cramped by not moving for a bit. \n\nAs he stretched, he studied the room. It was an office, that much was clear, but there was something off about it. Arin shook his head and walked out, heading through the beautiful hallway. The only things he grabbed from the entire manor was a sharp dagger and a pair of boots from a room he found. He left without so much as a word to anyone, heading towards the town."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nAstoria Zahrada\n\nHer brow rose at that comment, and she turned to look at Zane fully. \"You haven't told Robyn?\" She questioned, then immediately regretted it. She hadn't told Mikhail she was holding and torturing Amalthea, she supposed of the two Zane's withholding was the lesser of two evils. \n\n\"We can consider it. I like the idea but I-\" She paused, and looked to the door. \"What will we do with her?\""
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Anya. At what point should I have told my son that his mother killed his cousin?\" Zane asked, raising a brow at her. \"It's not exactly something that comes up in a regular conversation.\"\n\nWith a small sigh, Zane shook his head a bit. \"I don't know what we should do with her.\" He looked away from her and back at the cell. \"My stance as a person, is to kill her.\" Turning back to Anyanka, he shrugged. \"As your Spymaster, like I said earlier, she's still an important asset, even as she is now.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnya scrunched her nose, letting her gaze linger on the cell door for a long time. \"I think...\" She trailed off, then shook her head. \"I think I don't want to think about her ever again.\" She said truthfully, and turned away from the door. \"Are you coming to dinner?\""
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"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane nodded softly at what she said, and glanced back at the door with a sigh. He turned back to Anyanka and threw his arm over her shoulders, idly waving the wine bottle in his hand. \"Like I said, I was going to invite you to the Bull, but I guess dinner isn't a bad idea.\" He mumbled with a small smirk."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\n\nAnother coat of snow had laid itself out across the ramparts of the old academy. Robert brushed the fresh snow off the block that would normally provide cover for some archer. The view of the sunrise was gorgeous, the sun was causing the fresh snow to sparkle infront of him. The sounds of iron on iron rang behind him in the courtyard below and the sounds of other squires doing their chores. Other than that, it was peaceful, until he heard Aldvis exploding at some squires over something, but apparently the boys were about to crawl through the snow down the road, away from the castle and then back as punishment. \n\n\"You wanna be fucking dumb!?\" Robert heard Aldvis yell, \"That is o-fucking-kay with me. We can be stupid. But if you're going to be _stupid_ you're going to atleast be fucking _strong_! Now _CRAWL_!\" He roared.\n\nWithin a few moments, Robert saw three squires, somewhere in the ages of thirteen or fourteen low-crawling through the snow with Aldvis on their heels giving them and ear full he smiled and shook his head. The boys were in winter clothes and and gloves. \n\n_Hope they don't overheat and pass out._ Robert thought, walking down the steps of the rampart. A younger squire was moving some firewood nearby, \"Hey, you.\" Robert said, the boy stopped and turned to Robert. \n\n\"Yes, sir-Head Knight?\" He said, fearfully. Though the boy tried to hide it. \n\n\"Once you finish with that firewood, get seome water for the boys who're playing in the snow with Captain Aldvis.\"\n\nThe boy hid a smile at the joke, and nodded, \"Y-yes sir-Head Knight!\" \n\nRobert nodded and continued his walk through the busier courtyard. The few employed garrison were at the gates and stationed around the courtyard just in case, but other than that, little else was going on."
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"message": "**Elias Armin\nKnight's Landing, Astoria**\n\nElias made his way through the snow, up to the gates of this old castle. The bits here and there that weren't up to shape didn't matter much to Elias. This place was still a beauty and reminded him much of his own days a young man, training to become the Knight he had always dreamed. \n\nBut, those days were behind him. For now, at least, though he hoped they'd be ahead aswell. Elias had heard of this training academy from a helpful fellow in Zahrada, and thought it a good place to place to start his search. He talked to a gaurd, feigning interest in joining up for the training and after being led inside the castle he took the scenes of the courtyard in for a moment. \n\nThe young men, some of them still young boys, even, were another reminder of Elias' youth. It had been a very, very long time since those days, though. But, there wasn't time to waste reminiscing all day, and, so, Elias looked around for the man he'd come to meet, one Lord Robert Cromwell. \n\nAfter spotting the man who matched the description, and, furthermore, simply looked important, Elias made his way to Robert and simply said, \"Hello, sir.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\nWas taken aback for a moment when talked to out of no where out of no where and he turnned to see Elias, he narrowed his eyes a moment. \n\n_He's not one of mine._ Robert thought. \n\n\"Good morning.\" Robert said, \"And who might you be?\" \n\nBehind Robert two squires were bringing out a w table and three buckets of water. Robert took a glance backward and got a dark smile, then looked back at the man in front of him."
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"message": "**Elias Armin\nKnight's Landing, Astoria**\n\nElias noted the man's suprise before responding, \"I'm Elias Armin, and if I am not mistaken you're Lord Robert Cromwell.\"\n\nElias reached out to shake the Lord's hand as he spoke once more, \"And, there's something I need to discuss with you,\" He glanced at the young lads carrying the water \"In private.\""
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\nYelling could be heard again in the distance as the boys were crawling back, a faint \"Hurry. The. Fuck. UP!\"\n\nA boy snickered and turnned his head. Robert turned furiously, \"Oh funny is it?\" He asked, \"Wanna join them?\" He snapped.\n\n\"N-no, sir-Head Knight.\"\n\n\"Then shut up.\" Robert then turned toward Elias. The look of annoyance completely washed away back the almost calm and kind demeanor. Robert shook the man's hand. \n\n\"It's Sir Robert Cromwell now, Head Knight. Come with me then. Oh, one moment.\" Robert said. \n\n\"Denning.\" Robert said, looking to an older squire, maybe fifteen. \n\n\"Sir-Head Knight?\" He snapped to a professional demeanor. \n\n\"Let Captain Aldvis know the water is for those squires. They'll drink all of it, then you'll grab two more from Stafford's old class and drill them for the enxt hour or two.\"\n\nThe boy smiled, \"Aye, sir-Head Knight.\"\n\nRobert nodded and beckoned for Elias to follow Robert into the small keep. They would be hit with a wall of heat as the keep kept fires roaring nearly around the clock, since damage kept the academy from retainning heat very well. They passed some squires scrubbing floors, their idle chatter ending suddenly as they heard the two coming. \n\n\"Shut up squires.\" Robert said idly.\n\n\"Aye, sir-Head Knight.\"\n\nEventually they'd arrive at a door and a small office with a desk, a view books and a open ledger that simple had names with notes written next to them. Robert removed his cloak and hung it up on a cloak-hanger. He took a seat at the desk, and gestured for Elias to take a seat as well. \"So, I never got your name.\""
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"message": "**Elias Armin\nKnight's Landing, Astoria**\n\nElias watched the man's demeanor snap between himself and the young lads, much like every other trainer or academyman he'd ever met. Always hard on the recruits, but you had to be. \n\nElias followed the Head Knight into the heat of the keep. The rageing fires caught him off gaurd but it was no matter as he quickly followed Cromwell into the office. \n\nElias took a view of the room. A quaint little office, much more function than form. But, that's what they were meant for. He did not remove his coat, for it held something that would likely prove very important. Elias took his seat and spoke to the man, \"I apologize. My name is Elias. Elias Armin. I'm unsure if you will recognize it, but if you do not then it is no matter.\" Elias paused before deciding he ought to go ahead and get what he came for out of the way. \n\n\"Considering your Lordship, or, well, former Lordship I assume you have connection to the capital. I come to you because I could not simply barge into the castle in Zahrada, but there is someone there I must talk to.\" Elias took a pause in his monologue for a quick breath before continuing on. \"You see, I come from Amoroth. And there is a rumor that has made it's way to the taverns of even the other continent. A rumor about reformation. Reformation of the Eclipse Gaurd.\" Elias left it at that. He did not want to say all too much, but this much would have to be revealed. Now he could only hope that Cromwell knew of what he spoke."
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\nRobert listened quietly as the man talked, Robert didn't know the name. He didn't know much of anything about the other continent, except that it was there. \"I know a bit about Eclipse.\" Robert replied, \"I just help with the manpower for it. Now, why are you asking about it then?\" Robert asked, rather directly leaning forward. His fingers restlessly played with a quill."
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"message": "**Elias Armin\nKnight's Landing, Astoria**\n\n\"Let me show you,\" Elias said as he reached for a small dagger in his waistband. \"Do not be alarmed,\" He cautioned as he pulled one side of his coat off and folded it over, showing the inside. There appeared to be some sort of inner patch sewn into the cloth, but it was closed on all sides. \n\nElias took the dagger and cut the top of the patch, making a pocket now. He returned the dagger from where it came and from the pocket he took a piece of metal. Elias took the metal square and set it on Cromwell's desk. On the piece was a moth symbol, the same as the ones on the old Eclipse Gaurd's armor."
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\nEyed the evidence for a moment. \"So you used to be a part of the old Eclipse Guard?\" He asked, his steely gaze settling on Elias. \"And I'm assuming you want to join the new one here in Astoria. I had though all of the old Eclipse were dead. How'd you survive?\""
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"message": "**Elias Armin\nKnight's Landing, Astoria**\n\n\"Yes, yes I was.\" He looked to the ground. Elias spoke about his former part with pride and pain. It had been a great honor to join the guard but the way things had ended were perhaps the worst thing to happen in Elias' life. \n\nHe thought for a moment before looking back up at Cromwell. \"As for how I survived? I don't know. Me and about a third of the guard had been fighting and fighting and fighting. And, well, eventually we weren't. I woke up, hurt but alive. Noone else there shared my luck.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe afternoon had been an absolute bore. Snow had fallen over Astoria the night prior, and while she hadn't expected it to be a particularly busy day for diplomacy, she thought she might get to enjoy some of the fresh snowfall with Mikhail. But the teen was no where to be found, as per the usual these days, and she'd woken up with an unusual warmth to her. Her handmaiden had noticed the rose to her cheeks when she came to change the bedding in the Queen's chambers only to find the Queen herself still tucked within them, brow furrowed and skin pink. \n\nBefore Anya was even fully awake, Mara was at her bedside, cold hands on her face and neck which make the woman jolt in surprise. \n\n\"You've a fever.\" The elderly woman said, as if she was scolding a child for getting mud on their shoes. \n\n\"Or perhaps it's warm in here due to the fire and the layers of furs.\" Anyanka protested, moving to push herself up a bit in bed, only to realize she was _still_ exhausted despite only having just woken. \n\nWhatever remark the woman was going to throw back was cut short by an uncertain knock on the heavy wooden doors, and both silver eyed and silver haired women turned to it. Anya gave the okay for whomever stood on the otherside to enter, and a guard cleared his throat. \n\n\"Someone has arrived to seek an audience with her majesty-\" \n\n\"Absolutely not.\" Anyanka and Mara's voices said at once, and the two women moved their gaze from the guard to each other, mild amusement and annoyance on each other's features. A beat passed then the guard nodded. \n\n\"Shall I have them wait, or return another time?\" He asked, and Anya realized this wasn't one of her normal guards but one of Roberts squires, being trained for the post. \n\n\"Who is it?\" Anya asked, pushing away Mara's hand that had reached for her neck. \n\n\"He didn't give a name, just your first.\" \n\nThis made her brow raise, and she nodded. \"Give me half an hour, I'll see them in the throne room.\""
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"message": "**Melkaire Amarth**\n**Zahrada, Astoria**\n\nThe towering swordsman kept his stance at the gates. Awaiting the chain of messages to be conveyed by those whom served the queen. In his recollection of his first encounter with the woman, he found himself both skeptical and enthralled with the idea of so casually engaging with one of royalty- and if she was as she said, it would be doubtless that word would inevitably reach her about the arrival of a visitor. Undaunted by the scope of the city or the armed guards that watched him with vigilance and suspicion, Melkaire folded his arms across his barreled chest. Awaiting word if he was to be accepted or denied. \n\nBefore long, word traveled back to the gates, where instructions to head to the throne room were given. There, he would have his audience with Anyanka, and there, she would see him as a man who kept his word. Not someone who flung around promises so carelessly. With a grunt and a nod, the Warrior pressed off of his right foot, initiating his trek that carried him across cobblestone roads. Into the heart of the city, the warrior traveled. Unhindered by the show and the chill. For a man who grew up in the mountains, this was a trivial matter, hence the layers of fur and hide that adorned his figure. \n\nThe city's sights were taken in. The strange, new landscape was unfamiliar to him, and as such, Melkaire desired to commit all the things he beheld into memory. The architecture of the buildings that lined the sides of the roads, the lay out of the city itself, the way that the citizens carried on with their day to day activities and regarding the presence of a stranger among them. It was somewhat refreshing for the warrior, to witness indifference rather than scrutiny right off the bat.\n\n_ _\nIt wouldn't be long before the warrior was led into the throne room by the accompanying guards. Heavy steps rapped against the floor, causing a subtle echo to resonate inside of it's walls. Brows lifted in surprise, having never seen the interior of a throne room before. It was majestic— as majestic as he always envisioned it to be since the days of his youth. \"Fascinating.\" He remarked to no one in particular, content enough to just study the furniture and decoration that filled the throne room."
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\nRobert nodded along with what he said, understanding him. He pulled out an empty piece of parchment and dipped a quill, scribbling out a quick letter before raising it over a candle to dry the ink quicker. He folded it, took his seal, warmed the wax and sealed it. Then without hesitation wrote up a second letter, this one he actually took the time to write out his titles and sign his name in a offcial way. Then he dried and sealed it. \n\n\"This one...\" He said, \"Will get you into Zahrada with an escort. The second, give to her grace. You can take a horse from our stable. You're welcome to stay here for a night or two, I'm sure the winter traveling hasn't been the best for you. We'll figure out what Anyanka wants you to do. If you were already an Eclipse Guard, I see little of what we can do to replace actual combat experience here. If Anya wishes to have me train you, she'll send you back here and I'll figure something out. If not, then she'll assign you to Eclipse. I don't want to take you and assign you tot he training the squires have. It'd be demeaning to someone who actually knows what it's like to nearly die for something. If she sends you back, I promise you won't be treated like the squires out there are treated. You'll essentially be a part of the cadre.\" \n\nRobert handed the letters over and rose from his seat. \"If you wish to stay for a night or two, I'll have a squire prep a room. It won't be luxurious, but it'll be a bed and a fire. I could even give a portion of one groups barracks space, if I find it's not clean when I go down there, they'll be sleeping outside.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nIt had taken nearly twenty minutes of her alotted half hour delay to get Mara off her back. She had risen from her bed, and gotten an earful from the healer in the process of getting dressed. \n\n\"You understand there's a plague, your Majesty?\" The asked, her voice a low hiss as Anya's fingers worked to close the buttons that held her gown in place. She didn't have time -well, she did, but she didn't like intentionally being late for things- to fuss over an outfit, so she pulled the first one from her wardrobe. \n\nAnya couldnt help the exasperated sigh before she turned to Mara. \"I'm very aware, thank you. However, I don't have it.\" The redhead paused, pressing her lips together before returning to her work. \n\n\"And even if I _did_, which I don't, wouldn't it be worse to alert the public by _fussing_ over me? I'm a public servant, not doing my job gets me and my people killed. So can we have this discussion later?\" She asked, and Mara seemed to back down. \n\nThere was a beat. \"I'll take any medications you recommend, does that help?\" She offered, and it did well to placate the woman. With it settled, Anya stepped from her bedroom, a vision in grey as she headed down the hall. The guards at the door fell into step behind her, accompanying her to the back entrance of the throne room. The door opened behind the throne itself, so to anyone waiting for would appear as if the woman came out of no where. It was one of her favorite illusions of the palace. \n\nHer guards appeared first, both moving around the wooden structure to take their posts before Anya arrived, turning the corner with an easy expression despite how tired she felt. \n\nShe paused almost immediately upon seeing the visitor. \n\n\"Amarth?\""
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"message": "Elias watched as Cromwell wrote the letters, and he listened as the man spoke. As Elias took the letters from Cromwell's hand and placed them in the new pocket along with the metal square, he spoke. \n\n\"I thank you for this, Sir Cromwell. The resuming of my duties has been a long time coming.\" Elias rose from his seat now. \"It's getting later in the day, so I will take the room. Both a bed and a fire is better than some arrangements I've had over the years.\"\n\nElias walked with Cromwell once more and continued conversation as he was led to his room. \"I do not know if I will or won't be sent back here. The occasional piece of caravan or small guard work has kept my skills sharp, even as I aged through the years, but it's been almost two decades since those days of formal training. Whatever happens with all this, do know I appreciate the help you've given with this. Like I said before, you've made my duties much easier to carry on.\""
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"message": "Melkaire Amarth\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAll that mattered to the warrior was seeing to it that a promise made was a promise kept. To establish the fact that when Melkaire gave his word, one could expect it to be as good as done. Such was his way. All the time in the world passed him by, it mattered little. The ends justified the means as far as the wayward soul was concerned. Still, as the large, lone swordsman stood in the middle of the court, feeling eyes upon him, regarding him that the stranger he rightfully was, he continued to allow the flow of his cerulean gaze to move about the room. Finding it almost surreal that he was even in a place like this. \n\nThe sound of approaching footsteps came at a distant echo across the expanse of the large room. Ears twitched slight, using his senses to search for the source of the sound that had his head turning this way and that. Narrowing eyes took a more closer, careful look. Each detail was taken into memory, as though he considered the possibility that another chance would not come. Eyebrows furrowed while full lips pressed and pursed. A low hum resonated from him, musing quietly. \n\nThe two guards that circled the sides of the throne drew his focus. Eyelids narrowed over the stormy seas contained within his sights, watching carefully to see if the person that came to claim the spot on the throne was exactly who he thought— who he hoped it would be. Indeed, surely as the guards appeared, Anyanka was next to fall into his sights. A moment's passing kept them both in silence. A smirk creased at the corner of his lips as he beheld her reaction, finding it pleasing in it's own way. \n\n\"Aye.\" He grunted, issuing a nod of the head, \"I told you that I would come seek you out. I am a man of my word, Anyanka.\" -d-"
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"message": "Lord Robert Cromwell\nKnight's Landing, Astoria\n\nRobert walked around the desk and grabbed his cloak. \"Outstanding, I'll send a squire to find you and take you to the room.\" He said as he openned the door and walked out of the office. \"Feel free to stay in the main hall and have something to drink. Wine mead or water, I only ask you do not get drunk.\"\n\nHe walked away down the hall. After a moment or two, Robert's angry voice would be heard.\n\n\"Holy fuck, I thought I said _shut UP!?\" His voice boomed. The sound of a wash bucket getting punted into a wall was heard and liquid spilling everywhere. \n\n\"Restart washing my fucking floors! Then, fix that bucket _you_ broke!\" He yelled, before leaving the main hall."
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"message": "**Elias Armin\nKnight's Landing, Astoria**\n\nElias gave Cromwell a wave as he the two men parted ways. Even in the cold weather, Elias needed to drink something and so he made his way to the hall and refilled his field flask with water. \n\nAs Elias finished his second and final cup of mead for the night a squire approached him and the lad told him that he'd show Elias to his quarters. \n\nElias followed the boy and upon arriving he saw a basic room, something familiar to him. A bed, a fire, and a couple of chairs set beside. Between the time of arrival, conversation, and lounging in the main hall dark had set in and so in turn it was time for Elias to drift off. Tommorrow he would ride out early, taking the horse over the snow dusted paths between Knight's Landing and Zahrada, and there he would resume his sworn duty. \n\n\n\n. . ."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada Astoria\n\nIt wasn't that she didn't believe the man would hold to his word, more just that she thought it would have taken longer than the few months that had passed since their meeting in Alsher. It had been brief, and she had almost expected him.To forget about her suggestion that he see Astoria in its newfound glory once enough time had passed in Araedia. \n\nHe smirked, as if he hoped she would have thought he forgot. \"So it appears.\" She agreed, her hands had joined before her navel, fingers of one hand wrapping nearly completely around the forefinger of the other. \n\n\"I'm surprised to host you so soon,\" She looked to the guards that accompanied her to the throne room and then back to Melkaire. \"Let's do better than this room, shall we? I was under the impression I was seeing a messenger, not a friend. Have you eaten?\""
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n_Place is still abuzz. It'll be nice when most of the staff is gone._ Robert thought as he ducked by some servants moving a trunk. _How are they not packed already._ He complained silently, once he reached the top of the stairs and continuing down the hall. \n\n_It feels like they've been packing forever._ He continued to complain. _I'm starting to sound like one of those fucking squires._ \n\nRobert eyed the doors, trying to remember which of the many rooms belonged to the queen. Once he turned a corner, he realized it was likely the one with the guards posted outside the door. He gave them 'The Nod' and they returned 'The Nod' and Robert took that as his signal he was clear to knock on the door. \n\n_Probably dinner and some catching up._ Robert assumed. \n\nHe'd arrived back in Astoria not too long ago from Knight's Landing being informed that he'd be a sort of caretaker of Zahrada while Anya was gone. \n\nRobert knocked on the door clearly three times and waited to be greeted."
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"message": "**\nAnyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n**\nAnya had been ready to leave for hours. She was anxious, and hated everything about the impending trip. She didn't want to go to Taemar. She didn't want to leave Astoria and South Feyshore unattended. She didn't want to travel with all her loved ones during a _fucking plague_. And she most certainly- above all else- didn't want to sit through a Council of Marin. \n\nSo when she had packed, only to be told that perhaps she should consider another trunk, in case they ended up extending their stay, she'd glared at her attendant and headed up to her chambers. They still weren't finished loading the caravan, and it made her feel sick watching the carriages be loaded from the balcony of her room. \n\nThere was a knock behind her, and she twisted her torso towards the door. \"Come in.\" She called, having no intentions of leaving her position on the balcony to go and answer the question of another squire asking some stupid question about the trip. If it had been up to her, she'd have burned the carriages by now and kept her and her court home. The door opened however to reveal Robert Cromwell, and she let her gaze move over him. He looked annoyed too. \n\n\"Not enjoying the ruckus, Sir Cromwell?\" She asked, pushing herself off the balcony's doorframe to turn towards him fully."
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nRobert smiled when he entered, \"I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to you all finally leaving.\" He joked, closing the door behind him. \"You look excited for the Council of Marin? A damn shame I can't go and witness _history_.\" He said sarcastically. \"Suppose I'll read about it in a history book ten years from now.\" \n\n\"Anyway, you asked for me to come up?\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Or you can just summarize about it while you're throwing me and my court into a mass grave.\" Anya retorted, clicking her tongue and pushing off from the doorway completely to move into the room. \"I wanted to assure you were fine with holding down the fort while we were done. I didn't really give you a choice, but if you are uncomfortable with the task I can inform a few of the others to stay behind.\" \n\nAs she spoke, she moved to the small raised chest in the corner. From it, she produced two glasses, and filled them both halfway with a dark brandy that filled the room with a warm aroma. \"And you're obligated to share a drink with me, since the world as we know it might fall apart. For all I know I attend the Council and the other rulers have me hanged for witchcraft.\""
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nRobert took his glass and sort of half raised it to her. \"I'll share a drink even if the world _isn't_ ending, and I somehow doubt our Lord Stafford would let that happen. If they tried, I assume a lot of Marin would be figuring out who the next kings would be. I have full confidence that you're going to be fine, erhm, from the other monarchs. Taemar hasn't reported anything about a plague being present. I'm also sure Lord Stafford will stop any sickly peasants from walking toward your progression.\" Robert paused, took a swig of brandy and then took a moment to appreciate it before continueing to talk, \"I'll be fine in Zahrada alone. Since so many people will be gone, I might even organize a massive deep clean of the castle, just so we all have something to do.\"\n\nRobert couldn't stand being idle and had been planning this deep clean of Zahrada since he received his orders. \"If that's okay with you, of course.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe waved a hand dismissively over her chambers. \"Feel free, clean away. Just don't discard any letters you find. Cataloged, not tossed. I don't tend to horde things so if you find something it's been kept for a reason.\" She reminded him, and then took a sip of her own glass. It warmed but didn't settle the woman as she moved towards the couch that sat before the empty fireplace. She was tired, and had a feeling they wouldn't actually leave tonight despite her efforts to have them on the road hours ago. \n\n\"You really think it'll be that uneventful here? Not going to spend the time abusing my bathhouses or fine sheets? Partake in the wine cellar with your knights?\" They were things she would have done if she was in his position. \"How often do you get a castle to yourself?\""
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"If by abusing your fine sheets you mean sleeping, then sure, I'll be sleeping often. I'll use a bathhouse sure, but I like keeping myself busy. I didn't bring too many people with me, if we keep everyone in one place where I know no one is sick, then they should hopefully not get sick. If I start moving people around, then I'm not sure. Maybe a glass of wine or two, maybe six.\" He shrugged, \"But I like having a larger task at hand. Something to accomplish. Being idle gets me anxious.\" He took another swig.\n\n\"Don't worry about me here. You've got enough to worry about, I've ran a castle before. The place will still be standing when you come home.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nShe laughed, and immediately the tension she'd been carrying broke. Her shoulders eased, and she pressed her fingers to her forehead as she shifted towards the end of the couch to allow him room to join her. \"You're so reliable, Cromwell. I'm very _very_ glad to have hired you.\" She told him, taking another drink. When he moved to take a seat, she clinked her glass with his."
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Reliable is a new one, thank you.\" He said, seating down and leaning back into the comfortable couch. \"You know, never thought I'd end up sitting on a sofa drinking good brandy with a queen while she laughed at a joke of mine. We never end up where we think.\" He said, taking another larger swig and finishing his glass. \"Where did you think you'd end up when you were young?\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria \n\n\"Dead.\" She answered, then when she realized the joke hit a little too close she shifted her answer. She placed her elbows on her thighs, nursing the glass between her knees as she drummed her fingers against it to hear the click of her nails on glass. \"I don't know, I don't really remember. I thought I'd take my fathers place as head of Kath before the fall. Then I thought I'd be lucky to end up an old man's wife, maybe give him a few children and make a happy homestead while he was away.\" She realized this wasn't much of a better answer. \n\n\"I always just hoped I'd be a good wife one day. And instead I became a ruler. Not an awful jump from one dream to the other. Kinda lonely though.\" Anya turned to look at him. \"What did you expect of your future?\""
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Depends at what age. Initially thought I was going to be a carpenter, became a squire instead. Then I thought I was gonna be a hedge knight until a lance punctured my chest - that's how the guy that knighted me died - then the fall of Feyshore happened, so I went home to defend my parents when they were alive and my brother. After that, I became a lord. Now I'm a Head Knight. I almost always get ready to settle into my role, then a new one is handed to me. Never even had a thought to family other than what I already have. I'd like to take a day trip to see my nephew but my brother locked his holding down entirely.\" He sighed. \n\n\"Really, I've just wanted stability since I turned thirty the days of living fast and exciting just got old. Now I'm well passed what I thought I'd live to be and I don't know what I want.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe woman nodded, lifting her glass before them when he said he just wanted stability. \"I'll drink to that. Stability has been the goal for everything I've done. I'm only here because I wanted to give Mikhail a head start.\" She let her drink linger in the air, admiring the deep honey color to it before taking a long drink. It emptied her glass, and she stood to go grab the bottle to refill both of their glasses. \n\n\"Remind me of your nephew's name, I know he was only born a few months ago, but I can't remember the name.\" As she spoke, she found the bottle she had left on the chest, and circled back around to stand before the couch. Anya shifted her weight, kicking off one shoe and then the other before nudging them gently with her foot under the couch to be retrieved later and put away. She moved back into her seat and refilled their glasses. \"Your brother is smart to lock down his home, I'd scold you if you actually tried to visit during a time like this.\""
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"His name is Kaleb, ehm, with a 'K' for some reason.\" He said before thanking her for the refill. \n\n\"You'd scold me and my sister-in-law would hang me. Probably tie the noose herself too.\" He said with a smile. \"I'd deserve it, of course. But anyway, everything there is locked down and he's living off his grain stores and farms in the immediate area. Going full siege rations, I suppose he had to learn _something_ form me.\""
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"Parents these days, always wanting their children to stand out.\" She teased, as if her son wasn't named _Mikhail_. She settled back into the couch, pulling her legs up to tuck beneath her. This time though, she couldn't stifle the yawn, and she brought her wrist up to cover her lips as she yawned. \n\n\"I'd pardon your sister-in-law completely.\" She added, giving him a smile before pushing her hand through her loose curls. Another yawn made her jaw feel tight as she fought it, and she let out a heavy sigh, sinking further into the couch as she took a sip. \n\n\"There's no way we're leaving tonight. They're going to delay until morning I'm sure of it.\" She muttered, resting her drink on her knee."
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"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I'm sure the Council of Marin can wait.\" He said, leaning into the comfort of the couch. The Brandy warmed him and gave him a sort of comfortable feeling while also giving his face a sort of flush. Anya's yawn triggered a sympathy yawn from Robert who then couldn't stop yawning either. \n\nHe let the liquid roll around in the glass for a minute, tilting the glass back and forth watching it before draining it. Robert really didn't want to get up."
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"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"It's going to have to, at this rate.\" She agreed, and twisted to pull the blanket from over the back of the couch. It draped over her legs and part of his lap though unintentionally, and she looked to his empty glass. \"Want another, or are you fine?\" She asked, finishing her own before setting the glass onto the rug. As long as she didn't kick it when she got it, there wasn't really a risk of it breaking and she didn't want to get up to go put it away. \n\nInstead, she shifted once more, realizing with immediate regret that her leg had fallen asleep where she'd tucked it beneath her. Anya hissed, straightening it out with a point of her toes as she placed her leg over Robert's lap. \"_Fuck_ that stings. Am I old? Is this what age does? _Fuck_, Robert,\" She laughed, but there was pain in it as the tingling and burning sensation crept up from her calf to her thigh. \"Fix it.\" She demanded with that pained laugh, as if he could even do anything to help."
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"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"I'm fine.\" He said, setting his glass on the carpet too, watching her adjust herself. \"You're not old, and I'll try to fix it.\" He said, gently placing his hands on her lower leg, below the knee, Robert is gentleman, and started to softly massage it to get the blood flowing again. \"You're no old, _I'm_ old. I'm still a few years older than you, and I look even older. You can still pass for twenties easily.\""
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"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnya winced at the pressure he applied, but it helped take away the stinking in the wake of his thumb. \"Ooh, you flatter me, Cromwell. I pass for early thirties at best, Mikhail is way too old for anyone to believe otherwise.\" She reminded him, and let her head fall back a bit into the cushions, her hair spilling over the fabric. \"You're not that old, you're what, eighty six, eighty seven?\" Anya asked, lifting her head back with a wicked grin."
},
{
"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\n\"You're flattering _me_ I'm at least 93. Personally, I think I look okay for 93. Feeling better?\" He offered, not wanting to seem too eager to keep his hands on the queen's leg."
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnya clicked her tongue, feigning disappointment. \"You know, now that you say it you definitely look 93.\" She confirmed, and gave a nod when he asked about her leg. \"Yes, thank you.\" She said simply, and let her leg drop from it's place on his lap towards the floor. She wasn't keen on getting up yet, so she simply settled into the new spot she'd accidentally migrated to in the center of the couch. Readjusting her blanket, she looked to Robert. \n\n\"But really, you don't seem much older than I am. Maybe a year or two?\" She questioned, trying to prompt it from him as another yawn made her cover her lips once more."
},
{
"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nRobert had to do the math for a moment, \"I'm around forty-two, I believe. Yeag. Forty-three in a couple months.\" He adjusted himself so he was more comfortable laying into the couch. \n\n\"Though I believe you're as old as you feel. I feel _old_.\""
},
{
"author": "durkhan",
"message": "Anyanka Durkhan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nAnya snorted, unable to contain the laugh that came from him saying he felt old. \"Well old man,\" She started, watching as he adjusted as well. \"Keep me company until they come and pull me away to my doom.\" As she spoke, she draped the blanket over both of them, leaning her head on his shoulder with a yawn. \n\n\"Maybe if they come to wake me you can tell them to fuck off until I just miss the Council entirely.\" She mused, her voice starting to drink as her eyes closed."
},
{
"author": "shadowbob34",
"message": "Sir Robert Cromwell\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nThe second glass of brandy was starting to amplify is exhaustion also, he accepted the blanket absent mindedly, \"Telling people to fuck off is my favorite part of the day.\" He said his head sort of lolling as he sunk into the couch, eyes fluttering shut."
},
{
"author": "mcblademouse",
"message": "Zane Harmattan\nZahrada, Astoria\n\nZane was leant back in the chair in his office, having already packed a trunk and leaving it in his room. When he got the announcement to move out, he'd throw it in with the rest of the baggage, but until then he had things to do. \n\nSuch as this upcoming conversation with Robyn.\n\nHis door opened without a knock, and Nero's blonde hair came around the corner, a two fingered salute being the only greeting Zane got. Nodding to the young man, Zane idly watched him drop into a chair on the other side of the desk, Robyn following quietly behind. His son sat in the other chair, and raised a brow at.\n\n\"What's going on?\" Robyn's voice was a bit confused, and Zane tried to mask the small smirk he had gotten.\n\n\"Well, you're going on a trip with us. There's a council taking place, and you're coming along.\" Zane announced, sitting up and placing his arms on his desk. \"No if's, and's, or but's about it.\"\n\n\"I mean, I wasn't going to give any of those, I was just confused.\" Robyn rolled his eyes as he spoke, a small smile being sent to his father. \"Was that all you called me here for?\"\n\n\"Nope.\" Zane's good mood disappeared as fast as he said this, wetting his lips a bit as he stared at his son. \"You and me need to have a conversation about something.\"\n\nRobyn just raised a brow, but shrugged a bit. \"Okay? What kind of conversation?\"\n\n\"Do you know how Astoria was founded.\"\n\nRobyn just shrugged once more before answering. \"Aunt Anya was chased from Vincentien by my mother, and she formed Astoria due to a pact or something, correct?\"\n\n\"Skipping a lot of details, but that's okay. We only need to focus on that first bit.\" Zane shook his head a bit, before locking eyes with Robyn again. \"Do you know what transpired when she fled?\"\n\nRobyn just shook his head, and Zane cursed under his breath.\n\n\"Well, your mother killed Mikhail.\" He announced, deciding to rip the bandage off. Although when he saw Robyn's face morph from shock, to a small smirk, he raised a brow.\n\n\"Ha, funny. Next time you tell me a joke, father, make sure it's funny.\" Robyn kept the smirk for a few terse moments, before it changed to confusion. \"You are kidding, right?\"\n\nA small shake of the head, and Robyn's eyes widened.\n\n\"But he's alive.\"\n\nA small nod, and Robyn wet his lips.\n\n\"Explain.\"\n\n\"When we met in the Witherlands, why did you think we were there?\"\n\n\"I was told by some soldiers that Aunt Anya had run off for something.\"\n\n\"She did.\" Zane nodded, thinking back to one of Anyanka's 'greatest' ideas. \"She went to get the corpse of Mikhail back.\"\n\n\"And he came back alive?\"\n\n\"Mmhmm.\"\n\nRobyn's eyes narrowed a bit as he thought about this, but just shook his head. \"Okay, and how does this tie into this trip?\"\n\n\"Because, if we run into anyone from Vincentien, they need to be wary.\"\n\n\"How will my presence make them wary?\"\n\n\"Because, seeing the son of Amalthea, being friendly with an alive Mikhail, will allow you two an easier time on a future trip.\" Zane shrugged a bit as he finished. \"And we're talking about that trip when the time rolls around.\"\n\n\"Why does it need to be me though? Wouldn't Aunt Anya be enough?\"\n\n\"She's not the son of Mika's killer.\"\n\nJust like that, Robyn's face dropped.\n\nThe three sat in silence for a long time, Robyn's face morphing through multiple emotions, before settling on acceptance. He stood abruptly, and nodded to his father.\n\n\"I have a lot to think about, but thank you.\" Robyn mumbled, a tight smile on his face as he walked out of the office, giving Nero a small pat on the shoulder as he left.\n\n\"So what's my place in these trips?\" Nero asked as the door closed, turning to face Zane.\n\n\"You're going to be on protection duty.\"\n\nNero just nodded before standing, stretching his shoulders out as he did so. \"Well, I'll get a group together, and we'll arrive a few hours before hand to scope the place out.\" The young man left the office, another two hand salute being sent.\n\nZane sighed as he sat back into his seat, reflecting over the conversation that just happened. While it pained him to tell Robyn the truth, he knew they needed to have this conversation before any of their trips. He'd rather tell his son, then let him learn from someone else, and potentially hate him more for hiding it from him."
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