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Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

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Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

How is everyone this fineee...night?

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Good...whatever how is everyone? Hi. -little bored- AMUSE ME!

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Bleq, writing new characters is the hardest thing to do. Like, where is your personality? IDK, not here. ANyway. Posted :3.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Isla Lear

_{Lear Family and Others@RainDash @Solace@NarcissisticPotato@HushedWhispers@Ambra}

It always came as a surprise how much energy could be wasted sitting in a carriage, doing nothing. The day would be spent reading, playing table games, talking, or simply staring off into the slowly changing landscape. Nothing that should have been too hard, yet, whenever the carriages stopped for the night, Isla was scarcely able to finish her supper before crawling into her tent for the night.

Isla had only been this far South once in her life. The place From that trip she really only recalled endless boredom and standing around being told 'how cute' she was or 'she'll make someone a good wife someday, speaking of....'. She didn't have a problem, but they had a lot of silly rules that no one ever took the time to explain. Now that she was older, they were easier to remember, still silly, but at least she wasn't going to offend some uptight grumpy old maiden by not curtsying to her liking. The memory of moment bring a smirk to her lips. Although, at the time it had seemed anything but funny.

Her sister's voice drew her from his mindless wandering as he...complained about something. Isla flipped one of the painstakingly created curls over her shoulder as she glanced at the girl, who looked about as please to be here as a kitten in a sack."Sweet sister," she said purposely making her voice sound far more high pitched and proper than it usually was. "One might think you weren't overjoyed to play future fancy bedwarmer for these pompous lords," She then reached her forward to interlock her arm with her younger sister's leading the girl ahead of the rest of her family as they made their way closer to entrance.

The common folk had long been filtered out and those who remained were of class. It was interesting to watch the reactions of their 'peers'. A few she recognised as some of the southern lords and ladies who had come up North for one reason or another. Those who had a relationship with the girls would wave, which Isla would respond with a smile and a wave with her free hand. Others would openly gawk, never having seen the Northern Princesses or heir. Others still made a point to look at anywhere else but the Lear's, by either staring at a blank wall or by talking slightly too animated to be entirely believable. "Besides, little sister, one would think you'd be thrilled to learn how your future husband fights. A tournament would be a grand time find the weaknesses so that when you do to kill them with your sword, you can do you swifty. It would be unkind to make your husband suffer in his death over what the cooks should make for dinner, besides"she said, heading over to a bench that had been saved for their family. " We need your voice to make Sig seem more important. If we don't cheer for our sweet brother, who else will?"

Although Isla joked about marriage and husbands, she knew quite well that this could be the trip that got her her's. Her only wish is that it wasn't a lord so souther that she could never visit her family. Or one that expected her to wear painful show dresses on a daily basis. While the layers of light blue silk and silver embroidery made her feel lovely, an hour in the dusty arena would leave her short of breath from how tight the corset was laced. How Isla's sister could even think of food wearing one was a mystery to her.

Viridiana Ralei

_{Ralei family and others @Kaalee@smarty0114 @Wernher}

Viridiana leaned into the kiss, an unpleased smile on her face as she watched her eldest daughter walk off. Probably to some whore house to find that...boy. If she could do so without looking as though she was undermining her husband, she would have called her wayward daughter returned to her in an instance. The vessels concern mirroring her own. Although, her husband had a point, her daughter would be fine, probably, but that didn't mean she wanted her eldest child wandering those parts of the city. What would people think? Shaking her head, her eyes refocused on her dear husband. "One would hope that our daughters would do better than 'finding' someone to 'enjoy some time with'" This was one of the things she had been speaking to many of the ladies of court. The heir of Trops house was to be stopping by anytime, not that she was ready to marry her daughter off, but she did want to start...courting options. She could only hope that both of her daughters would be around to meet him.

"Dear, I'd rather you waited," she said as her youngest daughter tried to leave as well.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

I'll get my posts up today :3

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Isla Lear

Name: Isla Lear

Age: Nineteen Summers (TBD, Waiting on her brother)

Titles: Princess Isla of House Lear.

Origin: Penkarth Castle

Allegiance: House Lear and The North
Family:

family

Ulfar Lear- Father
Emmaline Lear - Mother
Sigurd Lear- younger brother
Joane Lear- Little sister

Appearance: Isla has the typical color of the house Lear. Dark hair, grey/blue eyes and pale skin.

Personality: Isla has all been a very cheerful, playful and mellow soul. When she was a baby, she hardly ever cried and was quick to smile. This carried on through to her adulthood. Hard to ruffle, quick to smile. However, she is also hard to convince and, some might say, lacks the ambition to play social games. She does what she is told, but is far to content in her life to ever take the initiative that many of the lower houses’ daughters might.

Background: Still under construction

Isla was the first born child of Lord and Lady Lear. Although not the son they craved, she was a joy in her own right. A clever and pleasant child ,she hardly ever caused mischief out of lack of ambition to try and get herself out of trouble. Happy to always follow the rules. A little after her first birthday, she lost the title of 'heir' to her younger brother. As the story says, when she was told she was no longer going to rule the North, she laughed and then squished a bug.

Isla gets on well with both of her parents, always willing to hunt with her father or take tea with her mother. However, she is her father’s child in heart as soul. Always willing to listen to and sympathise with all of his plights. A step closer to friends then father and daughter. Her relationship with her mother as always been more formal, yet still loving.

Throughout her childhood, she doted on her younger siblings, occasionally calling them 'our children' when talking to her parents. Although, she wasn't spared the typically sibling mischief. To this day, she still jokingly refers to Siguard as her ‘less good looking replacement’ and Joane as her 'little copy cat'. Isla spend many sleepless nights staying as close to Siguard as her parents and nurses would allow. After, while he was still weak, she'd still try to take him outside or to various other place, willing or otherwise. Isla was also very fond of here sister and liked to think that she was the first one to know about her secret sword practice, but she could be sure.

Although Isla in nearing the age of marriage, she doesn’t have her heart set on one particular lord or even a particular house. Knowing that, thanks to her rank, she could generally have her choice of houses. She also trusted her father to select someone who would bring her contentment and that her Lord father would respect any…misgivings she’d have about an individual to save herself from marry someone she found distasteful.

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Please Can We Keep Him Mom?

Ang, Mat, Medusa, Saen.

Mat was not having a very good day. While he had started off quite well with murdering a witch and getting closer to the murderer, the rest of the events hadn't gone so well. First the mountain bear lion thingy almost tearing him apart, then the witches arriving (and gotten that damned snake crab on his neck), and now he was arriving at a castle where their coven was located. All in all, a very sour turn of events.

The hunter stumbled again as he hit a rock that he had missed seeing, but supported his weight with his spear before he fell to the ground. Giving a slight cough Mat continued walking and looked past the end of the forest where he could see the castle emerging into view. “Nice place,” he commented, giving a low whistle and smiling at Ang. “I'm sure it's just as warm as your heart.”

"Hmph." The snort came from Saen's lips. She wanted to peer inside the hunter's head, but was afraid of what she might find. Dead and dying witches, slain without having committed any harm to their fellow humans. So she simply put her hand on his back and marched him forward.

Ang gave the boy a look that would make the head nun at a Catholic school pround. "Let's just drop you off and be done with you," she said, grabbing the back of the Mat's shirt and dragging him to the front of the castle. She pushed open the door and called in . "Medusa M'love are you home? I bare...news..."

Medusa smiled as she heard Ang's voice echoing through the halls. Closing a dusty tome she drew herself to her feet. "Ang, dear? What ha-" Her sentance came to an abrupt halt as she turned the corner to see Ang and Saen, with a... hunter in tow.

"Saen, lovely to see you as always." She nodded to the serpentine witch before eying up the prize they'd brought her. "Ang, darling, you shouldn't have." She smirked.

"No, she should have." Saen reared up on her coils. "This hunter was badly injured by one of Angharad's beasts. She owes him her ministrations until he is restored to health. What is more, I personally promised him safe passage until such time as his wounds were better. I refuse to have you force me to go back on my words, Mistress Bloodrose."

Mat stared over at the new witch, figuring that it was their leader. At that moment he had a very strong desire to hurl his spear straight at her heart, but the only thing that stopped him was the crab snake wrapped around his neck. Her eyes already seemed to brand him as a pretty object, yet the snake witch argued that Mat was to stay unharmed. Dissension within the coven? Interesting… he thought as he listened into the conversation while supporting himself with his spear.

"I think he should have moved out of Oz's way," said Angharad, glaring at Saen out of the corner of her eye. "Seems like a much easier solution than to 'take care of him' and frankly, I think he is simply lucky I chose not to use him for parts," She finally let go of the boy and chose to wrap her arms around Medusa instead. "M'love, Saen is correct, she did offer him safe passage. And he can be safe here," she then paused. "Forever, if he pleases you that much, he has...after all, now seen the castle,"

Medusa smirked as the urge to laugh nearly overwhelmed her. Ang was pretty good at surprising laughs out of her, the woman was delighfully insane. Perhaps that's why Medusa found herself fascinated by her. "We'll figure out something I'm sure. If nothing else Saen can remove all memory of our abode and we can have a servant leave him in the woods." She turned to the man. "First though I'd like to hear the story of how all this came to be, it seems like it might make for an interesting diversion from an otherwise busy schedule."

Mat looked over at the lead witch, giving a slow nod. “Unfortunate circumstances lead to this negative outcome. I was doing my normal hunter duties, hunting a witch that was ever so elusive. Never found
her unfortunately, but I suppose you're glad that I didn't,” he explained, not even looking at her anymore and instead viewing the surroundings. Any chance of escape or alerting the other hunters would be a godsend.

"Really?" Saen idly wrapped a coil around the hunter's ankle, suddenly worried. In her experience, if someone told you two different stories, it was almost certain that neither was true.Had they been found out? "I remember you sssaying something about visiting an old friend. Which is it, dear Hunter? And don't bother lying; if I catch even the slightest hint of an untruth, I will tear the secrets from your mind myself."

Mat realized that he made a rather large mistake when he heard the snake witch speak. "Well shit," he muttered to himself, then turned to the snake witch. "Ah ah ah, excuse me I said acquaintance, not friend. Certainly not friend. Just a witch I've been tracking that's taken me a while to find," he said, telling the truth but purposely being vague. "Like I said, had some assistance from others to find this place."

"Tell use then, little lost hunter," said Ang. "Who is this person of which you are looking for? I assume you know the name," She then turned and whispered into Medusa's ear. "My love, I grow tired of this creature. Let us be done with this quickly so I can show you how much I adore you," She nipped the witches ear, clearly having lost interest in Mat.

Heat rushed to Medusa's face as she barely prevented herself from blushing. Ang was certainly crazy, did that make her crazy too? Never mind that, other things at hand. "Indeed little hunter."

The hunter felt backed into a corner from all the questions. Stupid, stupid. You forgot your own bloody story, he thought, angry with himself. He could see Ang already forgetting about him, focusing on the lead witch. Well, I suppose now before anything. "Spoon feeding information has never been my liking, but I don't really like how this conversation is going." With that Mat twirled his spear and hurled it at Ang, then unsheathed his dagger and stabbed up towards the crab snake that was wrapped already his neck.

Medusa's eyes widened at the hunter's sudden movement. The air cracked as a word of power slipped from her mouth, coverting ambient energies into potential, and potential into action. The dagger clattered to the floor as its owner was flung fifteen feet into the air, crumpling against the stone wall of the large entry room. "None of that! After Saen went through all the trouble of ensuring your life! Hunters will never learn will they?"

Meanwhile, Saen reached out an arm, and a wave of telekinetic force shoved the flying spear aside from Angharad by half a hair. "You fool! For all your hatred of witches, you clearly have no idea of our ways. We hold hospitality as a sacred covenant... a covenant you have just violated. We will have our answers now, and if we do not like what we hear, you shall not leave this room alive!"

Saen grabbed Mat roughly by the head and began searching through his thoughts. She could have been subtle enough that he wouldn't know she was doing it, but right now, she simply didn't care, nor could he do anything more than slow her down. After a few seconds, she had the information she was looking for. "He was speaking the truth, if not all of it. He seeks a witch named Phagora, who killed his father."

Ang let out a blood curdling scream as she watched another one of the children fall to the floor. She raced across the floor and picked the creature up,cradling the creature in her arms. Her breath slowly became more rhythmic as she glanced up at Mat, nothing but hate in her eyes. "Saen, unless you wish to be joined to that....creature forever....I suggest you move away from him," She stood, the dead snakecrab hanging from one hand, walking closer to Mat, ready to make him wish he'd never been born.

Mat didn't like the option he chose, but he figured that was obvious. The very least he had wanted accomplished was Ang getting skewered but even that fantasy was wiped away when he realized Saen had telekinetic powers as well. Damn fool, should've waited longer, he thought sadly. While he had little doubt Saen would keep her promise and the others would've supported it, he figured at least one would care little in the end. Besides, killing Ang would've been really satisfying.

The hunter looked down at the floor where his dagger was, wanting to hold it in his hand and slice his own neck before they could try anything. No use now, now you just try to survive without Ang getting to you. He yelled out as he felt Saen going through his memories, looking for the information they wanted. "Phagora, that's her fucking name, and it took me until just a few days ago to find it." Mat could see Ang approaching him now, obviously angry. OK Mat, actually come up with a good plan right now before she turns you into a raving mad manbearpig. Now now now now now. Suddenly Mat had a semi-idea that was probably terrible. "Lovely Ang, you want to turn me into one of your children? Such a good idea, I always wanted a mother! I'll be such a good son, especially with my track record of killing two siblings already!"

Medusa watch the scene in mild amusement, only pausing to wince when she realized how much the death of... the snakecrab had hurt Ang. She was fond of her creations, Medusa... less so, but she was fond of their creator. Funny how things like that work. She thought about intervening, but as far as she was concerned the boy had consigned his fate.

Her eyes widened as a thought struck her. "Hunter... Join me against a rival witch, and you live. Don't and die. No bargaining, that's what's on the table."

"Are... are you sure about this, Medusa? We offered him safe passage, and he struck at us nonetheless." A chill crept into Saen's voice. "By all rights, the penalty for that is death, and a slow, agonizing one at that. Are you going soft on us, Mistress?"

"Hardly." Medusa chuckled. "You know as well as I do Lorelai will rip him to shreds in seconds, I just want to offer him the chance to try. It could be fun after all."

Ang shot around and glared at Medusa and for a moment looked as though she was ready to strike her lover down on the spot for the even the thought of taking away her prey. After a moment passed, Ang relaxed her face and gave Medusa a smile. "M'Love, if it is hunters you crave, I'll fetch you more. Better ones, even, there is a least one girl I know of who will please you. Just let me destroy this one and I will bring you a thousand,"

Mat looked at all three of the witches as they discussed among themselves about what to do, slightly disappointed that a fight didn't erupt between them. If he could reach his dagger, Mat would've probably just slit his own throat right then and there. "Bastards," he muttered as they kept talking with each other. Neither offer Medusa gave him sounded good. Either he just die or he die while trying to murder a witch that pissed off some other witch. "Bloody fucking lovely." When there was a pause in their discussion Mat called out, "So I pledge service to you, go off and try to murder some other bloody witch, then die in agony in a matter of seconds? Sure, sounds great, here's my response." Mat, though upside in the air, held up his middle finger towards her. "I pissed you off, I didn't get my revenge, and I tried to murder your sex partner or whatever she is to you. I'd slit my own throat if I could actually reach it but I can't, so please do it for me!"

Medusa shook her head, disappointed by the hunter's unwillingness to compromise, and more than a little surprised by the stark-raving madness he'd displayed. Turning to Ang she shrugged. "Do what thou wilt love, but if I see that look in your eye again we'll have troubles dear." With that she turned to leave the hunter and witches to their, most likely lethal, devices.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Welp looks like Alexina heart is shattered. Don't know how Fenros is gunna take it

@Aerandir

To be fair, there are very few people lor doesn't have in bed right now. Soooo...still hope :3