[center][h1]Asrian Ascendancy[/h1][/center]
The message couldn’t be missed. ‘Prince Nautilian of Asra is dead.’ It was broadcasted across all official Asrian channels on the psiNET. Across the realm of Asra it caused a shock. The Great Houses were quick to ask what happened. Some knew he was on Adgemnar and had their answer that way. Further, highly encrypted messages said that he died saving Asrian lives. That because of him at least 100 Asrians could make it off Adgemnar. An envoy ship was already on its way to Asra with the footage and Prince Nautilian’s last message to his wife. Who had made no public statement yet. How could she? Nimueh felt broken and empty. As if a half of her was ripped away. The other princes and princesses were scrambling their best writers to prepare their own statements. Certain craftsmen ordered the finest marble they could get on short notice and vowed to make a memorial for the Scholar-Prince.

Olliana was far from home to mourn her brother. Even at the Resort’s lodge, she felt cold. No amount of sunshine would change that. She wanted to leave this weak and wretched place. But one small message slipped through the heightened Asrian psiNET chatter. The Second Prince of Asra bid her to fulfill her duty first. Then she could come home. [b]“Get us Manir and you can come home sister.”[/b] She didn’t want to go home. Her brother had died on Manir. Olliana knew her people. As pacifistic as they portrayed themselves now, they still had the blood on conquerors coursing through them. A Prince was murdered. There would be retribution and Olliana intended to be at the tip of the spear.

And these talks were taking up precious time to prepare. Within the rather well-hidden lodge, she had been tinkering and tooling with her Runic modules. Like she had done as a child. The Prime Minister was taking her sweet time so Olliana decided to hunt. The resort offered some genetically altered creatures to take down. Apparently, the higher-ups of Rovlius were quite fond of it. So Olliana ordered a hunt for the biggest and largest creature there was. The attended was rather apprehensive about the whole ordeal. Especially as Olliana had shown up with very little armor on herself and four javelins she had fashioned out of wood she found around the Lodge. Never the less, after some persuasion, the creature was released and she went after it.

She and her Witches had found it though. It was a lean, cat-like creature. You could see the muscles beneath the black, leathery skin. It had four legs and was huge, about 4  meters in length. Olliana could see the claws on all four of its legs. [b]“That could shred a man.”[/b] She whispered, but somehow the beast must’ve heard something. As it instantly lifted its head from the pond and began looking around. Olliana slowly took the javelin she had fashioned herself and raised it over her shoulder. With a singular motion, she threw it. A moment later the wooden point drilled itself into the skin. The monster howled and the Princess yelled out in victory. Until the beast ripped out the branch from its skin and began charging straight at her.

Olliana’s witches began to throw their own javelins. Though most just bounced off the armored sides. Olliana reached out with her power and pulled a branch into her hand. One end of the crumbled into woodchips. Revealing another point. That branch too was off. It didn’t stop the monster. Who, with one backhand strike of its front paw send Olliana hurling through the air. Her flight was abruptly stopped by a tree and she fell down to the ground again. Spitting blood. The beast wasn’t done with her though. It came charging at her again. Its viciously sharp maw open and ready to tear her apart. Right before it could devour Olliana whole Olliana reached out. An invisible wall stopped the beast. Its simple mind could not comprehend the powers that were stopping him. It clawed and shrieked trying to get to its prey that was right there. Olliana used her other hand to reach out above her. The canopy's branches were strong and thick. It took a dangerous amount of time and strength but finally one broke off. It came tumbling down and pierced the beast straight through its body. The creature howled and cried out in obvious pain. The Witches gathered around it. Olliana, over which the beast had towards when it got impaled, was drenched in its blood. She got up, feeling the creature weakening with every desperate move to free itself. Eventually, it collapsed. Unable to muster the strength to move further.

The Princess stood next to it. Waiting until it was near death before she came close enough. The malice in her eyes hadn’t changed when she came down with her psionic powers.

A few hours later Olliana marched into the hunter station where they had ordered their beast. Mud caked on her boots, blood matted her hair and stained her clothes. She stank of sweat and death. Behind her she dragged the head of her kill across the nicely cleaned floor before she lobbed it in the middle of the lobby. [b]“I want the skull cleaned before I leave this place.”[/b] She said coldly and left again. Perhaps tomorrow,  during the talks, she’d get more satisfaction.