[center][h2][color=a36209]Gwillim Gunnvaldr[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of [color=E3a777]Scyrvensrel Talyrrth-Gunnvaldr[/color] [@Amethyst] and [color=96BF75]Hestia Gristmill[/color] [@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with: [color=E3a777]Scyrven[/color] [@Amethyst] and [color=96BF75]Hestia Gristmill[/color] [@eclecticwitch][/sub][/center]
Gwillim was momentarily surprised by the semi-conscious clinging of Hestia... Alfhi was the only other creature to cling to him, and she did it rarely. Maybe this gem wasn't a complete waste then... Leaving his bride in the tender-ish cares of his wife, Gwillim went hunting.

He found many drukken drakkan but none had the prizes he wanted. He stalked along the dimly lit roads, using the shadows instinctively as he sought to find a trace of his prey. There were many new gems in the capitol, and many fights to claim them. Gwillim found one such fight already underway. Two lords aspiring to have another gem apiece fought for the other's gem, while the gems cowered together against stone wall under a torch... With a smile, he fashion a simple shank blade, by freezing the mingled blood of the combatants. A single quick, calculated gesture later left both the young fools in shock as they stared at each other wondering how the other had managed to strike their throat. It was only as they began to collapse that either of them realized they weren't alone anymore. The shank, still dripping fresh blood, hovered before the two terrified gems, drawing their attention from their husbands corpses. A tall and imposing figure stepped forth, into the dim light of the torch.

“[color=a36209]You both belong to me now, unless you're keen to join your late husbands...[/color]”

They were not. They stood and followed the man, when he beckoned to them. He lead them to a small set of rooms occasionally used for ... unpleasant conversations, by his family. It was well guarded, especially tonight. He locked the two girls in a cell, and made it clear to the guards he would be bringing more. Perhaps enough for them all to have some fun, if they did their jobs properly. Thus motivating them to stay alert, for a time, Gwillim left to find other rich squabbles. He found six more gems, and a few new cuts and abrasions, but nothing serious. With eight, well nine counting Hestia, gems in his possession he made good on his promise to the night guards, leaving four gems for their pleasure. He and some guards from the main compound that he had collected for this purpose, escorted the remaining four gems to the main compound. It was done quietly, but it did not go unnoticed. He only hoped the princes would be to busy to care...

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Falling to the floor, she slammed into it.  It knocked the wind from her for a moment but the tears still spilt freely down her face as she curled up, struggling for breath.  After a moment or two, she was able to push herself up and she moved toward the door.  Desperate hands fumbled against the knob.  She couldn't breathe.  She was going to be beaten for sure.  She had to hurry.  Finally, the door opened and she fumbled her way down the hall, attempting to be as quiet as possible.  She felt light-headed as she held her breath to avoid any more sounds of tears. [color=96BF75][i]'Please...  Please don't let him know.  I promise.  I'll be good.  Please, I'll be better.  I won't do it again.  Just, please.  [b]Please![/b]'[/i][/color] her mind screamed as she used the wall to support herself while she approached a staircase.

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A strong hand, suddenly clasped Hestia's free hand, and yanked backwards in an attempt to spin her around before she got to the stairs. A child's voice hissed at her from the shadows, as the nearest torch was mounted behind Alfhildr from Hestia's vantage point. [color=ffa01f]"Where are you going at this time of night? You'll get torn apart if you go out there tonight!"[/color] The child was a little under six feet tall already, but was thin and not as domineering as the adults. She wore a thin woolen shirt that fell to her knees at the hem and elbows at the sleeve, though her feet were bare and her hair a tangly mess. She was genuinely confused as to why Hestia wanted to run out into the crowded drakkan capitol at this time of night.


[hider=Summary] Gwillim spends the night hunting and killing lesser lords with gems and stockpiling his find. He keeps the four prettiest ones for himself and tries to sneak them into the family compound an hour before dawn. 

Alfhi isn't sleeping well, and hears the commotion next door, catching Hestia just before she reaches the stairs.[/hider]