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The Kingsroad β€” Outskirts of Port Sesta

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Renvall Protego considered drawing his sword to throw himself upon the blade if the Crown Prince were to continue talking his sanity away.

It had not been the boy's first journey beyond the walls of the capital, although it had been almost a decade since he had traveled to northern Estala. Ren could remember the musty smell of Port Sesta, the eight-year old clasping his mother's hand as he stepped off of the ship. They had left their cerulean shores for this land in the neck of winter, and Greymont was coated in a white mist that his mother called snow.

Ren had cycled between driving the helm and resting at the wagon during the four days of travel, staring down at his right gauntlet as the hand opened and closed a fist repeatedly. His dark hair fell to the side as his cheek lay flat against the other hand, his left leg and index finger tapping impatiently. The cool wind did not serve to air the heat from his black armor, some drops of sweat riding down his neck. While he rode with Maize and Eli, they were flanked by a second wagon, where a few soldiers of the crown followed.


"Five minutes," the knight called out from the helm, riding the horse beside Snowball.

Rolling his shoulders, Ren straightened himself for their oncoming arrival, his eyes wandering around. The welcoming winds of the sea were close, a look of neutrality about his features as his lips took in a healthy breath.
"About time to shake a leg," he spoke to the Crown Prince sitting opposite of him, his look remaining at the Kingsroad leading to Port Sesta.

Something was wrong.

Looking above, the wings of a wyvern rippled through the air, leading the boy to wonder if Rhea was able to see more than them. "Bloody hell," one of the soldiers cursed aloud, both of their wagons coming to a momentary stop. Scattered groups of people huddled along the gates, their focus on something from within the walls. "What's goin' on down there, this time?"


"Maybe the gatekeeper's just being a cunt," Ren suggested, throwing his hands up as they crossed against his breastplate. It wouldn't have been a surprise if that was the case; the mandate did require the gatekeeper to search for contraband, and Port Sesta was always a densely populated hub.

Maize turned back to the wagon behind their own, looking past the two of them.
"Let us continue," Ren heard a hesitation in the knight's voice.




Ursa



Port Sesta

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A woman with a sword at her belt was a rare sight. A woman who knew how to use the sword at her belt was a gem. "And a beautiful woman..."

Ursa hated drunkards. Pondering the will of the crown, she had been set to meet with the Dauntless in the backwater establishment, finding herself on the receiving end of a sailor's drunken serenade filled with pungent breath. It had been two days too much of residing in Port Sesta for the young woman. They must be enjoying their trip so much, she thought, her back against one of the taverns' pillars as the nuisance wobbled in a struggle to remain standing.

Sighing, Ursa kicked herself from the post as her arms fell to her sides, walking away and taking a seat at a vacant table. Over the time she had been in Port Sesta, there were no others that made it apparent that they were also waiting for the Dauntless to arrive, and it did concern her a little. She hoped that she was not expected to pamper the prince on her lonesome; Ursa was a sellsword, and she did not intend to earn her bag of gold through anything other than seeing the child to Rozel.



Her head turned to the entrance of the tavern as its door was kicked in with brute force. "Weapons to the ground, wench," Ursa raised a brow as the perpetrator waved an axe through the doorway first, scanning the room as he approached her. Her eye caught the flash of a sigil on their coat, realizing that it was an Anarcan soldier. The aggressor slammed his weapon through several of the wooden tables, inciting fear among the people around her. "You daft? Weapons to the ground, wench!"

Remaining seated until the soldier was a blade's reach, Ursa caught the man by surprise as she flipped the table towards him. His axe chopped through the wood with ease, but as the splinters came apart, the end of her sword interrupted his speech as the curved edge cut open the soldier's throat in a swift motion. His legs gave out and his weapon clanged against the floor, his hands coming up to cover his neck as he fell down.


"Stay in here," Ursa instructed the people within the tavern, returning her wo dao to its scabbard and drawing the sword from her back, instead. She had known about the amnesty between Estala and Anarcas, but in the confusion of the soldier's sudden entrance, it was obvious that they intended to wage war. "Find some place to hide," she added, stepping over the soldier's body. She looked down both ends of the corridor, seeing no signs of additional soldiers and hearing no sounds of a battle around Port Sesta.

At a loss for the situation at hand, Ursa looked around the tavern, keeping her sword ready as she was a foot past the doorway.
"I'll come back when I find out what is going on."
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The wind was always her loyal company during her travels. Upon the back of Icarus, Rhea could see for miles ahead. It was on top of her wyvern that she truly felt free, and she couldn't imagine a day without her noble steed. But despite the liberty that she felt while Icarus rode on the breeze, she couldn't help but feel like her legs were falling asleep. Not to mention, her rear and back ached a considerable amount. For how long had they been traveling? She couldn't remember. Had it been two days, or three?

There was a crowd of people at the gates below, and Rhea urged her wyvern into a lazy glide above their tiny caravan. Weren't they letting civilians into Port Sesta? Her eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze turned towards the ocean. Strangely enough, there were ships in the harbor, but not ones she immediately recognized. "Are those..?" she mumbled to herself. Pushing her heels against Icarus' sides again, she guided him down to where the rest of them were.

"There are two ships in the harbor, and I think they're Anarcan," Rhea told Maize, Eli, and Ren as she landed beside them. Their horses were already used to Icarus, but they still whinnied at the sight of him. "But other than that, I can't see anything else."








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While she didn't know what drove her to Port Sesta, she had to admit that it was quite the pretty place. Maybe she was blinded by her new discovery, maybe not-- but, to Bell, it might as well have been the most wonderful city she encountered on her travels so far. The girl wandered about Port Sesta for a little bit, coming across different types of vendors and stores that sold their wares so close to the shore. There was a wonderful scent of salt and wind that she couldn't get enough of, but there was also the pungent odor of fish and... well, drunkards.

Bell wrinkled her nose as she sat at one of the many wooden tables of a tavern, simply resting there so she could restore her energy. There had been too many hours of walking around the port city, and her passion for it was quickly dying down. For a moment, she felt a bit homesick; she wondered how her father had reacted to her disappearance, and if he was looking for her now. Huddling near the wall, she was lucky that none of the strange men in the tavern approached her, and she decided that she was also lucky that she had a few moments of peace to herself.

The entrance to the tavern burst open with a loud thud, and Bell's head snapped in its direction. An unwelcome face stormed into the rickety building, pinpointing one of the other women in the tavern and demanding that she turn in her weapons. When she didn't reply, the brute's axe met several of the tables. Fear struck her heart-- what was happening? The people around her were terrified, but not just because the man was causing havoc. There was something else, she knew, but what?

Her eyes followed the soldier's footsteps, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her feet were frozen to the ground. Should she run? Were they all in danger? But the woman acted first; she threw the table towards the crazed man, who parted it with the curved edge of his blade. But it had had only been a distraction, for the woman's blade met the naked flesh of his throat. Bell's eyes went large, and she jumped to her feet as the woman sought to rush out into the streets once more.

"Wait! I'll come with you!" Bell called out after her as she scampered to the woman's side. "I can fight, if you need me!"
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Eli never really felt homesick when he had begun his journey. In fact, he was quite excited and even thrilled on the idea of an adventure. At last he could truly put his skills to the test; Anima, an ancient and powerful magic. From what he had learned in his days in the library, his family had descended from many powerful Anima users. The strongest, or so he had read in his study sessions, being his very own father. The thought of it was almost funny, considering the state in which his father was in; a near-cripple and stunted magic abilities. Even so, there was always strange feeling Eli had around his dad, as if his experience with the world was otherworldly. Looking front over at Maize through the open cloth, who was driving the wagon, Eli spoke up. "I'm tired of all of this riding. Let's just get out and walk already." Before any complaints could be brought up before the boy, he pulled his satchel up and jumped out the back, moving out of the way of the other cart so that it wouldn't be stopped.

Eli, of course, could already hear the complaints and worries that some of the others might bring up to him, but he didn't care too much. He could protect himself quite easily and they were already close to the town. Hanging the satchel across his body and resting it at his side, Eli walked along with the wagons as he stretched his arms out and took a good look at the port ahead of them. What a beautiful sight! It had been a long time since he'd ever gone to a port before. Though, something felt...off. People were crowded around the gate, much to his confusion. Jogging slightly to catch up to the side of the wagon in front, Eli looked up at Maize and spoke. "Sir Maize, what do you think is happening? There isn't some kind of emergency, is there?" Eli had been known for worrying about others, regardless of their social standing. It was something that made the Prince quite likable in his country, albeit he didn't quite understand their plights due to his own up-bringing being entirely different from that of many in the world.

Looking forward once more, Eli stared silently at the port town ahead of his, undoing the belt on the satchel. Pulling out a small book, he held it at his side as he waited for an answer from the experienced man leading their party. Even as he waited though, he began to feel...well...rather afraid. In the back of his head, he played it off, believing that it was just his fear of the wyvern that flew in the air. For the most part, that really was his only fear. How he hated that flying beast...it was like a dragon. Those were truly terrifying to the boy.
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It was supposed to be a trip with little to no danger.

Was.

Arin had risen out of bed earlier than she usually did as part of her morning routine. A bath and breakfast followed, but instead of usual priestess' duties, Arin would be heading towards Port Sesta, where the prince would be waiting for men and women to accompany him on his adventure. Transportation was not a problem for the young priestess, as a local merchant offered to give Arin a ride to Port Sesta on his way to sell some of his goods. Arin swore up and down as she offered to pay him for his services, but the merchant gave a heartily chuckle and eventually convinced the priestess that she could ride along for free.

The journey itself was as peaceful as it came. Bandits were common throughout the world, but Estala, specifically the region that Arin had lived in for her entire life, hardly had a problem with highwaymen. And so, most of the trip was met with a joyful smile expressed by the priestess, who joined in song with her pet bird, Choco, while the cart struggled not to hit every possible bump on the road. By the time they had reached Port Sesta, it was roughly noon. By the apparent look from the port, the prince had not arrived yet. No big welcoming party full of knights and soldiers, just another gloomy, and depressing port.

Thinking it would be best to wait, Arin made haste to one of the neighboring taverns. It was nothing special, filled with your typical drunkards and sailor breath. Thankfully, the drunkards were mostly distracted by a woman with a large sword by her side, and so Arin was left at peace to read a book in a small corner of the tavern. That was, until the door burst open with a strong kick. The man waved around his axe, screaming at the woman from before to put her weapons down.
"N-Now, now. W-we can solve this peacefully, alright?" Arin spoke, clutching her staff as she cowered from the intimidating soldier.

Yet her pleas fell on deaf ears. The woman had ignored the soldier, and flipped a table into his direction. The soldier, with his axe, cut through the table like a hot knife slicing butter, but it was all but a distraction. With quickness, the woman swung her sword, slicing the soldier's throat open, who promptly clunked against the tavern's floor. The woman turned her attention towards those still in the tavern, telling them to hide, but it was evident that one of the patrons was not willing to hide.
"I-I can help too, if you get hurt!" Arin stammered, feeling compelled to help the patrons, but also wanting to get as far as from the dead soldier in front of them.


Current Location: Sesta Tavern - Interacting With: Ursa, Bell & Arin



No matter how it was spinned, it was a blatant "fuck off" from his family.

Kolyn didn't hate his family. They gave him an educated life, much better than what a typical peasant would receive. Nonetheless, it seemed Kolyn received the short end of the stick when it was came to inheriting. His eldest brother, Fonsay, had the rights to being the family's heir, while the second youngest, Darver, received what was left, therefore leaving Kolyn with nothing to his name but a title. And so, with nothing, Kolyn was left to blaze his own path in a world of infinite possibilities. Thankfully, the life of an adventurer was one that was extremely rewarding with lots of gold and women.

Having stayed the night in a tavern within Port Sesta, Kolyn rested his feet up on a table while his cloak covered his body. Kolyn wasn't worried too much about people disturbing him as he slept. Other than the few drunken serenades here and there, most people in the tavern kept to their own little cliques as long as you didn't give them the stink eye. Perhaps someone might've noticed his stupid expression as Kolyn dreamed of riches, but he didn't care. His family left him to decide his own future, and by Nilonne, Kolyn was going to accomplish a life worth living one way or another, with women by his side, belly full of mead and riches to his name.


What in Nilonne's name is that damned ruckus?!

A loud crashing sound, followed by many more thumping and bumping nonsense stirred Kolyn from his dreamy sleep. Opening his eyes, Kolyn was witness to a woman slitting an armored man's throat, who slumped to the ground with ease. Kolyn struggled to recall the woman in the case he knew her, but the slaughter was enough to prompt Kolyn to snatch his bow from nearby. The woman said something about hiding, and two more females refused her and joined her cause to help with whatever was going on. Looking down, Kolyn had a moment of realization when he saw the soldier's heraldry, recognizing him from Ancaras from all the stories his father used to tell.

"Off to play hero, aren't you, lasses?" Kolyn asked, with his usual cocky yet friendly smirk. "Not to worry, I just thought you three might would want some support from the back." Kolyn jested as he smiled to himself like an idiot, pulling his quiver over his shoulder and picking up his bow. Perhaps by repelling these invaders, the King might give him a fat sack of gold, or maybe even some land depending on how well he fought. "So, what's the plan, girls? I'm sure there's more than one of these fellows out there." Kolyn explained, nudging the corpse with his foot as he looked at the woman who had flipped the table earlier. Out of all of them, she seemed to be the one in charge.



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Just as she set another foot beyond the boundary of the tavern doorway, Ursa cast a look over her shoulder as one of the establishment's patrons approached. A fancy garb adorned the girl's figure, the little things from her hairstyle to her dramatic strut assuming a regal air. Tilting her head, her cautious eyes scanned the girl, not a weapon nor reason to spot. "Lovely," the mercenary laid her sword arm aside. "And how do you intend to fight without a weapon?"

It would not have surprised Ursa if the girl was a practitioner of magic; it seemed as if all of the Estalans dabbled in the Gift, one way or another. Magic had not been an oddity to the clans of the Ibion Expanse, herself including, although the elders condemned it as voodoo. Even so, she had always preferred the feel of a hilt between her hands, and the rush of excitement when two swords clashed. To her, it was the heat of melee, the thick of combat where songs and stories wrote themselves. No legends would tell of the ones who cowered from the shield of the front line.

Her free hand rested on her hip as another girl, shorter than the other, volunteered her clerical services. Ursa found her woes multiplied tenfold as a third face sought to involve himself.
"The plan?" Ursa drew a heavy sigh, evaluating their gathering as an inconvenience. "You've got nothing but a bow, the little lady is defenseless," she looked past the archer and the cleric. "And for all that I know, she will toss that jewelry of hers at those soldiers, pray that they falter and snap their necks, and call that fighting."

Another peer down both ends of the alleyway reassured Ursa that the remainder of their assailants were spread elsewhere along Port Sesta. "I can not babysit children during a battle," she emphasized. "Especially if it's those from Anarcas... this is a dangerous situation."




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As the caravan was steadfast on their approach to Port Sesta, it had become very much apparent that there was a greater stirring that was unfolding within the walls of Port Sesta. Ren's mouth dropped open as he leaned forward, his gauntlets gripping the wood of the wagon tightly as Rhea delivered an onset of the situation.

"Anarcas?!"
"Anarcan ships?"

Ren had been very much aware of the ongoing tensions that existed between Estala and Anarcas, but to his knowledge, the crown had not sent an invitation of counsel to the Anarcans for several years. His eyes watched as the displaced began to disperse from around the entrance of Port Sesta, watched as they were running for their lives. "Were they warships?! Is there a ram at the front of the vessels?!

Maize raised a hand to silence the questioning company. "Calm down, you two," the knight spoke, turning to Rhea. "Are you certain?"
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Two others came. Good, she was kind of hoping that they wouldn't have to face all of those scary men by their lonesome. Her eyes, bright with a mixture of fear and excitement, glanced over the cleric and the archer. It was the first time Bell would be in a battle, but the woman with the long black hair wasn't keen on letting them participate. In all honesty, her words stung her; she wasn't just some pretty face in the crowd! Raising a brow, she copied the lady's stance, setting one hand on her hip and waving her free hand in the direction of her satchel. "Pardon me," she piped up, her voice brimming with indignation. "But I can protect myself rather well. There's no need to worry about me!"

Though Bell straightened her back and spoke with pride, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The most she did with her tome so far was to dissuade a few bandits from attacking her. However, this was a real battle, one where people were killing other people... Pulling the tome from her satchel, she held it out in front of her so Ursa can see. "I feel like a cleric, an archer, a swordswoman, and a mage make a good enough team, don't you think?" she asked Ursa, once again glancing over the way she held herself.

It was obvious she was the most experienced in battle out of the four of them. It wouldn't shock her to see the woman do most of the work, to be honest; the way she dispatched the other soldier said enough. Either way, she didn't plan not doing anything-- there were people who needed her help. Bell ran her finger over the edges of the paper within her thunder tome, hopefully gazing at Ursa.




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Rhea's eyes flickered to Eli for a moment before they rested once again on Maize. The boy was anxious, which was normal-- she was feeling apprehensive as well, especially with such a strange sight. She didn't expect Port Sesta to come under attack, especially by Anarcas. And judging by the sounds coming within the city, it looked like the Anarcans weren't being merciful. Her grip on Icarus' reigns tightened, hearing Ren speak up and ask about a ram in the front of the ships. "I'm pretty sure that I caught sight of a ram on one of them," she answered. "But my eyes have never failed me. I'm certain the ships are Anarcan, warships or not."

Why would they be attacking now of all times? Was it because they caught wind of Eli leaving Estala? Maybe they wanted to intercept them in an attempt on his life? She felt her knuckles burn white. No, that was impossible. Despite it being so, Rhea knew that her skills would come to the test. She always cared for Eli; she made sure he ate, was healthy, went to bed at the right hour, woke up early, practiced proficiently, and other such things. But Rhea was his personal guard, at least for this journey.

With the twist of her hand, Rhea guided Icarus closer to Eli, leaning towards him. "I want you to stay near me, you hear?" her voice was serious. While Eli was a smart boy, she wanted to make sure he stayed safe. "Don't rush off and play hero, now."
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Anarcan warships? Would they really try attacking? Eli had heard stories of the old days and how Anarcan and Cesadan forces formed an alliance against Estala. If they couldn't defeat Estala with both of their armies, why did they think they could do so with just their own? Unless they were after something else; himself. The thought of such a large force coming to the port just to halt and possibly kill or capture him was disturbing to the young Prince. Still, was disturbed him more was the careless ransacking of civilians in the town. They were his people, who had no reason to be so unjustly slain. Of course, the possibility of some of them being old soldiers during the Anarcas-Cesadas war with Estala had never crossed his mind. All that really mattered to him at that moment was that they were Estalans; if their Crown Prince didn't take action to defend them, what kind of heir would he be?

Of course, just as he was thinking of a plan, Rhea had approached him with Icarus, causing him to hop back slightly and tense up, holding his book in front of him with both hands. He nodded as she spoke, but as soon as she had told him 'not to play hero', he decided to speak up rather timidly. "We can't sit back and let those people get slaughtered, though." He moved the book down, trying to toughen himself up against the presence of the drake, and moved around it. "Technically, I'll still be near you if you follow me in." It appeared that the young man was persistent in going in to help. As timid as he was, Eli was confident in his decision. After all, what good is an heir if he can't protect those that serve him?

His mind went to old books in the library. The stories of daring knights and soldiers who committed vast, honorable deeds in the name of glory. Eli had always wanted to become a knight, but his father would not have it. Magic was their specialty in the Estali bloodline. Of course, Eli was disappointed from the revelation that he would never have that opportunity. However, there was always glory to be had, even when one wasn't a knight, as he later found out. Anima would be the sword and shield that he wielded in battle. In consequence, Eli loved to stylize himself as some sort of hero in a fictional novel, even when his dad chastised him for such childish behavior. That strong sense of pride and confidence would become one of his greatest tools in the present, especially now of all days. "So as your Prince, I order you to help the Estalans evacuate the city!" It was almost comical how he gave such a clear order; he was shaking and was so short compared to other boys around his age.
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The words the mercenary spoke struck truer than an archer's arrow.

Perhaps it was in Arin's interest to back down. She, after all, was a priestess of Lady Nilonne, and if caught, they would likely not harm Arin to avoid angering the clergy, yet something told her not to back down. What of the people within the city? It may have been a port, but surely families--children, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters--lived within the walls of Port Sesta. Arin couldn't say she wasn't afraid, but she couldn't show cowardice and run while innocent people would be injured and die because of roguish invaders.

The priestess gripped her staff, not out of rage, but to gain the courage she would need. Arin's downwards gaze hadn't lasted long as she looked towards the mercenary with renewed vigor and a tenacious stare.
"I... I may be a defenseless child, but that doesn't mean I should run with my tail between my legs." Arin explained, looking around at the two others that had volunteered to help fight. Sure, they weren't the most experienced bunch, but they were quick to leap to the aid of others--the mage's response saw to that.

"There are people that live here and call Port Sesta home. If the Ancarans are truly as dangerous as you say... someone needs to take care of injuries sustained, whether it was you or the townsfolk that received them." Arin replied, hoping her words would reach the woman. The swordswoman appeared to be quite the stubborn individual, and there was no telling if she was listening. "And if the prince is here like those flyers said... as Estalans, it should be our duty to protect him."


Current Location: Sesta Tavern - Interacting With: Ursa, Bell & Arin


Out of anyone, why were these three women proving to be the most quarrelsome?

Kolyn stayed silent as he listened to the three girls. The swordsman wanted them to stay out of the fight, while the mage argued she could hold her own and the priestess spouted off how it was her duty to help those in need. Kolyn felt everything had been said that he could've said... no, there was something he had to say. Whilst Kolyn had struggles with his own family, hearing "nothing but a bow" was stain on his and his family's name as it struck a nerve within the archer.

Drawing an arrow from his quiver, Kolyn twirled it between his gloved fingers.
"Miss Whatever-Your-Name-Is, it appears you don't know the Totton name. I bet any of us Tottons can put an arrow right through the slit of the visors of one of those Ancarans by at least a few hundred yards." Perhaps it sounded too much like a boast to whoever was listening, but Kolyn was going to abide by it. Kolyn couldn't just let some nameless swordswoman speak ill of him and his family.

However, that wasn't the only reason why Kolyn refused to back down. If the swordsman was going to be stubborn, then he might as well. After all, whoever this woman was was trying to keep Kolyn from being the savior of the city! Letting her do all the work would keep Kolyn devoid of what riches he might gain upon eliminating the invaders, and if what the cleric said was true, helping the prince would provide even more riches.
"I'm coming, no matter if you have an issue with it. Insist all you want, but I won't listen."



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