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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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[color=SlateBlue]"Someone who [i]will[/i] mean your death."[/color] The frosty Healer stated firmly. Her nails drumming against the wood in unease. There had been two strangers in the tavern with her, knowledge a courtesy of Gen and his brothers. They were weak and would be little problem for her men despite both being Warlord Princes. The Eyrien males had trained long and hard to defend her and fulfill a dept that was long past paid. Now it was merely for their small family. Steepling her fingers under her chin, she gazed at the young Queen.

Fatima was not what she thought she would find. The woman was young and brash making the path she would walk all the harder. More than once Faeril had considered if what she was doing was the correct thing. Was it morally right to force the Queen to take the path to war? A path that would tear rifts in the Blood for the greater good? So that they might survive Dorothea's twisted influence. Hyall's grip on the Realm of Terreille had grown to a strangling hold. While some of the smaller and less... savory territories held to the Old Ways of the Blood. Dorothea was thorough in her planting and cultivating the corruption she spread. A thousand years Faeril had watched and it was only growing worse. The shorter lived races were the most susceptible and it was a wonder they remembered anything.

Her heart sunk in a painful pit of guilt and uncertainty. Whatever she was going to do, it would need to be done. Had to be done. Standing the tall Eyrien woman strode towards the door and opened it reveal the three brothers shamelessly listening at the keyhole. [color=SlateBlue]"Clean up what remains at the tavern. Do not let word be carried back that she came here. Unless..."[/color] Turning towards the Queen that would hold the strongest males in the Realm together, the Widow and Healer frowned. [color=SlateBlue]"Did you tell your entire Court where you were going? Or did you figure it out with the two you brought with you?"[/color] Gen remained a stone wall before her and his brothers moved off to gather their blades.

[@Torack] The upstart Queen paled as the shield shattered when Lucivar strode forward. Not aware she had taken a step away from the advancing Warlord Prince who was stalking towards her. The man was walking the killing edge if he hadn't already passed it, and she was on the side the blade would be facing. Sonya's hands shook as she realized the blasted Colten had released their hostage when the windows shattered. Glass flying everywhere, and a few shards nicked her otherwise unmarred skin. 

But it was the Green Jeweled Hyallian who had the smartest of idea, slowly slinking away down the hall as he felt the stones shrudder. [i]"Coward."[/i] Sonya thought but did not give it voice as she nodded mutely to the Eyrien Warlord Prince. "Get... Get out!" She demanded sharply, trying and failing to hid the shaking of her voice. Colten was unnerving her as well, his eyes were filled with a sick glee of sizing up an opponent. She had accepted his assistance with the idea- the plan to slip him close to the late Queen- due to his hatred of Eyriens, but Sonya now was feeling perhaps his hatred ran the border of madness. A uneasy feeling clamping about her stomach. This was not going to plan at all! Lucivar was supposed to yield to her! He was supposed to be hers!