[center][h1][color=SlateBlue]Alysse BlackWater[/color][/h1]
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[i]"Make way for the Night."[/i]

People began coming in- well, people was a loose term in this instance. Alysse regretted her early entrance, perhaps it would have been better to be late. But in the words of wiser women, [i]'What's done is done'[/i]. Pouring a drink she swirled the goblet, watching the wine flicker the bits of light about it's surface as she studied those who came through. A tall pale woman had already been here, The black and red to her her silver and gold. It was a interesting poetry. But the second comer was instantly drawn to the woman as they began a rather interesting... activity. They both were odd ones, suiting each other. There was a man wrapped in iron armor, large and ummovable. She would not willingly tangle with that one. His armor would be his undoing perhaps, but it would not be wise to test it out.

But, twas the fourth and fifth guest that surprised her. Stopping to chat, or at least the woman did. The other had the air of a body guard. Her lips turned in a polite smile as she smirked privately to herself. It would be rude to do so in front of the poor protector. Though, if he was here perhaps he stood some chance against this lot. She was certainly happen she had ordered every member of her Coven to remain in a nearby village. Supping their pleasure as a traveling group or something of the sort. Oh they had a watch on the castle she was sure. Their leader was in here, their matriarch. It would not do for her to come to harm after all. "Tyrvald..." Alysse savored the name as it rolled off her tongue. Her voice a purr of velvet and silk, one that could be breathy at the whim or snap the commands that were should to be followed. "I have not personally been there, but I have known-" And killed. "-few who have been. Though, talking really wasn't the interesting thing at the time." 

No it had not, she remembered that little Coven. Oh, they had flown against her Thirteen. Desperate to keep the village they had claimed after coming across the sea. She had never been sure what had driven them from the mentioned land, and never got the interest in her head to find out. It had been when the Blackwater had been coming South. Covens she found then had been broken by her Thirteen. Their members either killed or driven far off. To spread word of their power and claim to the land. It was common a weaker, younger Coven pass through, skittering about the edges of territories. Sometimes being badgers by Elder 'Witches, and denied the villages they came across. But Alysse and her Coven had suffered that brutal put down once too often. They showed no mercy and fought like the devils the humans called them for. Scattering weaken Covens and giving as good as they got to their elders either by force or by stealing away villages and moving on before being found. She had made few friends that way. But respect was demanded and earn through force in her world.

She set the cup down with a slight gesture to the seat near her. "Would you sit? You're rather imposing. Nae, I have not heard much of that land, though I doubt I would need to bless a field to have villagers eating out of my hand." She smiled coyly at the woman, her eyes shifting to her guard with a slight smirk crossing her features. A teasing look, nothing more. "And if I may know the name of so bold and well equipt warriors?" She poured the woman from the jug, sliding the cup in front of the offered place.

It did not escape her notice that a tall Beast of a creature had walked and was stuffing himself with little grace. Nor that two handsome looking characters also entered and one fed the other. Oh, she would love to learn more about those two. Curious characters, the Coven would find them entertaining.
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