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[h1][u][b]Blood's Jewels[/b][/u][/h1]
[h2][u][i]“Terreille in Trouble”[/i][/u][/h2]
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[h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/color]
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Faeril studied the Queen from Hyall as she sipped at the tea, a pinky delicately extended in the proper manners of old. A habit ingrained by her mother when she still lived amongst the Court. But those had been so many years ago, and while she could sympathize with a single Queen's duty to her people... The fact was Faeril had larger issues at hand. The entire Realm was at stake. No, the Black Widow corrected herself, all the Realms from Terreille to Hell and back were at stake. This taint would not stop, it would only worsen until everything was but a shell of what it once was. While her instincts as a Widow declared this woman the one she had been looking for, the Queen she desired who would hold the leash to the triangle she had seen, there was also the possibility this one would not have the spine. A sad thing, for if she did not neither her nor her escort would leave the mountains alive. They simply could not risk it.

Her voice creaked and groaned with false age as she held the web tight. Oh, but the power of this Queen! The will of the Blood! How the Ice Healer hoped and feared what would and would not be! Setting the cup on the small table the weathered hands pulled the shall tighter about herself, the leathery wings behind her rustling. [color=SlateBlue]"You seek to help your people, or so you claim."[/color] Her grandmotherly voice was soft and there was unyielding iron in it as she leaned forward offering out a weathered hand. Even if she was touched the illusion would hold, though not for long. [color=SlateBlue]"But so many have sought me out for my skills. For ill, for good. Such things are easily masked, save for [i]within[/i]. Allow to me see the truth within your mind."[/color] For a Black Widow to touch one's mind it was a huge risk to both parties. If the Widow wished to harm the person and they were not strong enough to defend, they would be reduced to madness by fighting a intruder within themselves. If the other wished to harm the Widow? It was all too easy to drive a knife into the old hag's ribs. Though there was also the fact of three Eyriens, two of which were Warlord Princes, outside the door most likely hovering about the keyhole. Which all three were infact doing. [color=SlateBlue]"You ask this for your people, I ask this for my Realm and all the others aside."[/color] There was a edge to the Black Widow-Healer's ravened voice as she stared with icey blue eyes that were misty with age through the dull air to Fatima.

[@Torack]When Lucivar emerged from a quick shower and change, he would find his rooms encased in shields of green. A protective barrier turned prison upon the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince. The Master of the Guard he had so carefully considered at first stood before his doors if the Eyrien cared to open them. At his hip a sword that spoke of wealth and not use. To his left, and thus her right, was Sonya Thorne. The rival queen to the late Karlianne. Her jewel of rank was the Opal but it was the Hyallian- cocky as ever- who held the barrier against the Consort of the late Territory Queen. In the crook of Colten Swett's arm was Andressa, the woman looking worse for wear and bleeding from a wound that had stunned her upside the head. "You shall lay down your weapons and surrender your jewels at once, Eyrien." The voice of Sonya rang in challenge as she stood tall and proud. A blight against her own ravaging of her people. Though it would come as little surprise if anyone saw the greedy glint in her eyes. "You're Queen is dead, and your lands are confiscated per her mistreatment of the Blood."

Colten Swett grinned as he gripped Andressa tighter, holding a knife fast to her throat. While murder was not against the law of the Blood, compensation could be asked for or demanded for. Sonya gave a smirk as she studied the Eyrien before her. He was a large brute, typical of the race. While the other Queens would hem and haw, they would not dare openly challenge her and with word already going out about her usurping the Territory from Karlianne while the girl- for the late Queen was far younger than the prime age of Sonya- puttered about. Letting the Landens trample over the standards set by the Blood and risking revolts. Oh they would murder a few Blood villages and make it look like the Landens did it and vice versa. In fact the Hyallians were already doing so. The bodies would be quickly disposed of to hide any evidence. Some true rebellions would sprout up like weeds in her rose garden but they would only increase the idea in the minds of other queens that Sonya was correct in her actions.

It was all rather ingenious!

[@nohbdies] The lad nodded in agreement, Liran being the first to speak. "We need to make sure our sister and grandmother have gotten away. They live outside the city on our grandmother's farm." His brother nodded quickly. Panic passing over his face at the thought of their kin so vulnerable to attack. They did not spare another word as both quickly fled. They knew the hills and surrounding lands well, and seemed to have to quarrel with crossing a dangerous zone.