Fallenreaper

The Hourglass Order

Mahal Agha

"Nothing I do matters, unlike you."

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Bonds of Flesh and Bone

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Noting the rain gently pouring outside, Mahal sighed. She leaned back against the window overlooking the street below. As the corner stones darkened, people held their hands aloof and scattered for cover. Some disappeared into buildings while others into carriages. The girl's attention shifted upward when she heard Puno stir. Above her, the small canine looked at her. The large, fluffy tail casually wagged in greeting. Mahal gave a low whistle. Immediately Puno scrambled toward the end of the shelve then leapt off. Her skin flaps stretched out and caught a bit of air before she landed nearby. The Palaparese woman reached out to scratch underneath the canine's chin. "Good girl."

Her legs twisted about as she kicked onto her feet. She strolled over to a large tank resting in the corner of her room. Dipping her arm below the water's surface, Diyablos stirred. The small creature crawled out of his burrow. With a gentle grip, he climbed up her arm and rested on her shoulder. A little whine drew Mahal's attention. Supok lift her head from underneath the bed's covers. Mahal called with authority. "Halika na."

Instantly, the hound rushed to her side as she exited. The small group of a girl, an octopus, and two hounds moved quickly down the hallway. Upon reaching Lunara's room, Mahal tapped her knuckles hard on the door. "Lunara, are you busy?"

Lunara was sat on her table, in the middle of her room playing with her Goma cat Miray, Ground Octopi Terra and Lilypad thresher Kamelya. On the table were three bowls full of food, for her pet's and a tea pot with a matching tea cup full of tea. The pet food and tea was given to her and made by her new friend Esmii. Lunara found the tea to be very tasty with a pleasant smell and after taste.

Just as she was about to take another sip from her cup, she heard a knock at the door and then her sisters voice. Lunara placed the cup back down and quickly answered, her so that she wasn't waiting outside. "Come in Mahal, I'm not busy."

Mahal hesitated. It was unlike her to do such a thing as she stood there, her hand resting on the handle. Her middle twisted about like a swarm of rosy threshers in her guts. She inhaled and pushed out the sensation. Her fingers tightened and she entered the room. Supok rushed after her where she delivered a loud booming woof. She wagged her tail before she rushed to tackle Miray. Mahal snapped her fingers together followed by a command. The fire hound dug in her heels as she smacked onto her rump. Her head looked back at her master with a small whine. Mahal sighed while she approached her half sister, Puno coolly walking beside her.

"I'm sorry, Supok loves to play with Miray. May I sit?" Her hand gestured to the spot across from Lunara.

Lunara let out a little giggle upon seeing Supok wanting to play with Miray. While Miray waited eagerly for Lunara to give her the command to let her play with her fire hound friend.

"It's fine, it seems that they are really good friends. It seems Miray want to play too." she walked up to greet her sister with a hug. "You are just in time, I made tea and have some sweets, would you like to join me, dear sister."

"It is likely because when Supok tries to play with Puno, the updog climbs just out of reach. She is not very fond of rolling about." Mahal commented as she released the hound from her command. Supok rushed for Miray and began to zoom about the room, growling happily.

At the mention of having made tea and some sweets, Mahal's right eyebrow raised. She pulled closer to the low sitting table before folding her legs up and sitting down. "You made this?" She gestured over the sweets and tea. Her voice then took on a light, teasing quality. "What would Dalma say? Isn't labor suited for the slaves and servants? Don't tell me that Ersand'Enise culture been rubbing off on you. Father wouldn't like that."

Watching Miray and Supok chased each other around, pouncing and play with each other. Her attention shifted to Mahal sitting opposite her mentioning about the tea and sweets. "But of course. I am a young woman, I need some hobbies that aren't too boring. Esmii and Ayla helped me on how to make the sweets." Lunara responded. Petting the coon kitten that was on her lap, she lifted the kitten off of her person, placing it in front of a bowl with cat food in. The kitten dove straight in, eating to its delight.

"This culture was indeed strange at first, but it seems to grow on a person." she remarked, taking a sip of tea.

"Besides, father isn't here, so I don't really care what he says right now. Besides all he'll do is just complain."

Mahal's mood soured at Lunara's dismissive words and attitude. Casually her arms reached for the kettle and a cup, pouring herself some. She raised it to her lips then let the bitter, floral aroma wash over her. As she set it down, her tongue clicked against her teeth. "He isn't, but we will be returning home at some point. Sadly, it won't be you that gets the worst of his 'complaints'. It was my responsibility to ensure Ersand'Enise didn't corrupt you too much and to keep you safe. It was only reason he let me come along at all."

She set the cup down then reached over to scratch top of the kitten's head briefly. Her eyes still turned to her half-sister's direction. Her hand pulled back as she reached into her pouch for a bone. She popped it in then rolled it around against her cheek while she continued. "During the school's errand to Kiluaho, I encountered Ren Baykara. Lunara, he plans to visit the plantation at some point. I'm going to have to write father and inform him before then."

Lunara placed her cup delicately back on the saucer, while pondering on what her sister said about there father and how he reacts. "You are quite right sister, please forgive me. I only brewed the tea myself as Miss Esmii showed me how to as it is brewed differently to normal tea." She then thought and stated "I will show the servants how to brew it properly, so that no one gets the wrath of father."

She then took another sip of tea, and listened to her sister again. After her sister had finished what she was saying, Lunara thought if the name, which she recognised. She recalled all of the times a man by that name visited, her father made sure that Lunara was dressed beautifully, at the time she didn't know why. But she only saw the man for a brief time, before her mother escorted her somewhere else, then she remembered hearing the man and her father having serious talks. decided to ask. "I know Ren Baykara, or I have at least met him briefly. Do you know what his intentions are?"

Mahal relaxed when Lunara yielded to her reasoning. "Good. According to father, slaves and servants will get lazy and that isn't good."

She turned toward the door. The girl servant, Pua, stood just outside waiting for instructions. "Pua, make some suya for dinner tonight with some sticky rice and roasted vegetables. Also, bring some fried crickets and meat pies up for a snack."

Pua bowed then promptly disappeared down the stairs. Upon hearing the last of her footsteps fade, Mahal turned her attention back to Lunara. She shrugged. "I'm guessing I impressed him during the mission? Honestly, I'm not sure. Father won't be happy to entertain him more than needed." Not wanting to linger in her dread, Mahal moved on. "I thought it was best you were made aware. So, what have you been up to while I was gone?"

Lunara on hearing her sister asking for fried crickets, her face dropped. On seeing her sister turn back to her she tries to hide her disgust. After her sister voiced her concern Lunara added. "Try not to worry about Father, dear sister, and thank you for letting me know.

Lunara thought for a moment, about what she had done recently. "Well dear sister, I went on an adventure with some of the students. We went to find a Yasoii's kidnapped son." She then refilled her tea cup, and grabbed a few biscuits and cakes.

Mahal didn't comment on the mention of father. It was easy for her sister to say and a stab of jealousy rippled through her. The girl inhaled to keep her temper in check as she caught the mention of a kidnapped yasoi boy. Her eyes stared hard at her half-sister. She struggled to keep her voice steady against her rising anxiety. "Adventure? I thought I asked you to stay home while I was gone. Did you go into that place called Mucktown or whatever it's call?"

Lunara looked away from her sister, as she knew she was annoyed at her. "Do you mean Mudville, dear sister." She stated worryingly knowing she was in trouble. "Well I got bored, and saw that they needed help. So I assisted them and I took Miray with me. I did well at protecting myself, and almost made one man urinate himself." She rambled on as she didn't know what else to do. "Anyway enough about my adventure dear sister. How was yours?"

"No, you are not changing the subject. What would've happened if you got hurt?" Mahal stated in a fuming manner. She paused, pressing her fist against her mouth to cool her temper. After a moment or two, she then asked, "What happened exactly?"

Lunara looked away from Mahal and said. "Sorry sister. I just wanted to help." She waited to get scolded off Mahal again, but on hearing her sisters words, she looked up at her and smiled. "Well we went..." Lunara went on to explain what happened over that days Mahal was away, she left out no detail and explained everything she did and saw. You could tell by her expressions that she had fun.

When Lunara finished, Mahal went still. In this moment, her father and her shared eerie similarities as she fought to keep her temper in check. Finally, her hand made a fist and slammed down on the table. It rattled the kettle and dishes. Her sister easily shrugged off the danger she put herself in, but Mahal didn't. "I can't leave you alone, can I? You willingly put yourself and Miray into danger. What would've happened if you had been seriously injured? Selim isn't here to heal you if you lose a limb."

She pushed herself onto her feet then started to pace. "Even worse, what if none of the students decided to help you? What if they weren't even there? Did you actually think about that?"

Lunara was shocked at first, however, the shock was quickly replaced by anger, at her sister's reaction, and she decided to defend herself and her decision. "Don't raise your voice at me, sister." She placed the cat on the floor, stood up and walked towards Mahal. She looked straight into her sister's eyes and spoke in a raised but firm voice.

"I am my own person, I don't just wait here for you to return. I have seen the nightlife of our home and culture without the servants around me when I snuck out at night. Being here has given me even more freedom than I could ever have imagined. For the first time, I can choose who I want to be friends with." She stopped to take a breath and think about what she wanted to say next.

"I am not the spoiled and sheltered child I was when I was younger. I have grown into a better version of myself. And I made the decision to help a family who needed me, I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. What would you have done in my place?"

Sensing the tension in the room rise, Supok whined. Her ears folded back and her body lowered to the ground. Meanwhile, Puno had climbed up a support to a shelf to escape it. Diyablos remained loyally by his mother's side though curled in and matching the carpet.

Like an angry goma cat, Mahal curled her lips and bared a bit of her teeth. Such a display back at home would've had her back handed for the disrespect. Not here though. Her eyes darkened as Lunara drew closer to her personal space, mimicking Dalma. Mahal dug her heels to resist lashing out. Her efforts crumbled when her sister mentioned sneaking out.

"Nothing I do matters, unlike you. You claim not to be the same, but I don't see any difference. You don't think about things other than yourself." Mahal's face came to rest inches from her sister's face. Fury rolled off her skin like never before and crackled the air slightly with magnetic. "When we were younger, they saw you coming back. Not me. I thought I was careless, but it was you the whole time. Let me ask you a question. Do you think everything changes because we're here?"

Mahal pulled back from Lunara and stormed off to the exit. "Let me answer that for you: it doesn't."

Lunara noticed a shift in her sister's body language and facial expression, indicating a change in her demeanour. It dawned on her, too late, that she had encroached on Mahal's personal space. Despite this realization, she chose not to retreat. She attentively absorbed her sister's outburst. As she was compared to her younger self, Lunara's irritation swelled, a fact not lost on Mahal. ”I acknowledge that I have evolved since my childhood," she retorted with escalating frustration.

Upon witnessing her sister storming out of her bedroom, Lunara followed her and retorted to her sister's previous remarks. "I am aware of the differential treatment you receive. While I acknowledge that my decision to embark on the mission may have been reckless, I made that choice independently for once." She stated, pausing briefly, she continued, "You often express your desire for my personal growth, learning, and independence. Yet, the moment I exhibit those qualities, you emulate our father by diminishing my accomplishments."

Mahal's anger rose with the chase. Her feet kicked into a fast pace and she immediately, she exited the dorm. Puno and Supok, not sure what to do, followed shortly behind. Meanwhile, Diyablos clung to her as he refused to let go. The feared what she might do if she stayed in the dorms for much longer. So her attention turned toward the only place she knew she could unleash it all: The Proving Grounds.

After her sister had disappeared from her sight, she forcefully slammed the door behind her and returned to the table where her tea, cakes, and biscuits were laid out. Sitting down on the chair, she let out a heavy sigh and reflected on the situation, thinking to herself, Well, that was a mistake. I shouldn't have confronted her like that. I'm sorry, Mahal. All the animals emerged from their hiding spots, and Miray settled beside Lunara, resting her head on her lap. Observing this, Lunara began to gently stroke Miray. After a brief moment of contemplation, she remarked to Miray, "I wonder how long Mahal's silent treatment will endure this time."

The Hourglass Order

Putting up the first NPC for Roslyn's crew here. Tried to make him more of a hard hitter, but not sure if I accomplished that well. I wasn't sure how high of points for his magic I could go and didn't want him to overshadow her too much.

Eike Agnarsson

Eike Agnarsson

“You're small for being a captain."

38 | Male | Esklandish | Commoner | 8.10

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Gruff]
❖ [Stubborn]
❖ [Practical]
❖ [Patient]
❖ [Loyal]

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖[Eyes] Water Blue
❖[Hair] Dirty Blonde
❖[Skin] Fitzpatrick type III
❖[Height] 8' (about 243 cm)
❖[Weight] 275 lbs/ about 124 kg
❖[Physique] Brawny
❖[Distinct Physical Notes] Looks like a small giant from some fairytale, his face has a diagonal scar across it. It flows from the left side of his temple down to his right cheek. A small bit of it trails across his eye, though it is unharmed. It is unlikely that is the only one on his form.
❖[Style of Clothing/Accessories] Upon his large form is a simple, long sleeved tunic woven from traded furs and wool. It's worn in patches on his form and sewed up with tendon and sinew. Rarely is he ever seen without his two handed ax that took him years to purchase. Upon the middle finger of his right hand rests an iron ring with a tiny garnet in the center.

L A N G U A G E S

Eskandish- Native
Avincian- Passable (rarely speaks it)
Hendlish- Passable (speaks like a young child)

T H E G I F T

Mana types: Redblood, Titanblood
Magnetic- 2
Arcane- 4
Binding- 0
Chemical- 5
Kinetic- 5

M O T I V A T I O N

Based on what he told her, he's an experienced sailor looking for a ship to serve on. At the time, it seemed like only the Nuvole Rosse was hiring and so he jumped on it. He made an intimidating impression as Hranf, his raven companion, took to the small captain immediately.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S N O T E S

Hranf. A companion, wild raven that has followed Eike for years. He once found the small creature injured and spend a month nursing the creature back to health. The raven has been following him ever since. It is his eyes in the skies and surprise attack, the bird having a sharp mind and a clever wit. Some times, Hranf will play harmless pranks upon those he likes or give them affectionate nuzzles. While the bird might appear well tamed, he isn't and shows it through his nature.

Hexcode:7076B1

The Hourglass Order

Roslyn Wicke

"What can you tell us about the threat?"

It Came from the Bog

Location: Viiqii - Qarii’Muuna, Mycormi

Just the Beginning

Roslyn and Xiuyang

*

Roslyn pulled a strand of hair from her face. She dressed in a simple skirt, a dark blouse, and boots when she stepped off the boat's edge onto the dock. Strapped to her side was a satchel with her things. She had even used one of her rosy wicks beforehand to clear her mind. The eerie silence struck her first causing a shiver to slither down her spine. Don Cojones... She tried to conjure up his image, but she had been far too young to recall him properly. Just vague details. Her jaw tightened as she forced herself to relax.

She zeroed in on the Aamii tent where Lord Arcaan resided. She lightened her weight with kinetic and carefully navigated her way toward the tent. Any muck that managed to get on her was sterilized with binding and chemical. Based on how things looked, she didn't dare take risks.

“Where did Suulii go?” demanded a man's voice, fiery and with his jimmies rustled.

“Scouting, I presume.” answered a calmer and slightly more mature in intonation voice of a male.

“In the swamp?! Does she want to end up like Yasii and Olax?” the exasperated voice sighed. “We can't afford more losses.”

“We won't make any headway if we remain idle, sir. And reinforcements are a luxury we aren't likely to receive. I still stand by the fact that losses should be cut, Lord Aamii.”

“Losing Viiqii is one thing, but the land itself would be a coup de grâce, Yamo. We may as well neck ourselves here and now.”

Then, it got silent. “One moment, my lord, we have another one.”

Emerging from the tent was a Yasoi man, late-thirties with a goatee and mid-length brown hair. Very tall with an officer's garb and a longsword to his hip. Behind him, through a small opening, was a dapper younger man with colorful, almost regal-like, clothing. “We have nothing to share with prospectors.” the older Yasoi male decreed with an indifferent coldness in his tone, as if he was reciting a sentence onto yet another poor soul.

Belatedly, another portal appeared, and from it emerged Xiuyang. She appeared disheveled, as though she'd been in a hurry to make it—but in good spirits. Armed with twin pistols on her hips and the blood-sucking lance from the Trials, she'd come wearing her old thresher-hunting mask which would protect her sensitive lungs from the horrible bog air.

She took a look around, eyeing the various places and persons of interest. Noting that each had a student on the case, she decided to intercede for Roslyn.

"Nae, friend. We come not to plunder, but to preserve," Xiuyang assured him.

"That treasure which I seek is the blood of that beast which in its wrath has done this terrible thing."

Xiuyang was speaking Mycormish, but for some reason, her Mycormish was sounding a little... old-fashioned? Just what kind of reference materials did Queen Hylaenii give her, anyway?

As Roslyn approached the tent, she overheard bits of a concerning discussion. Eventually her footsteps alerted them to her presence and everyone went silent. The tent entrance ruffled shortly after as an older yasoi exited, confronting her with icy words. Before she said a word, a familiar voice spoke up beside her.

Roslyn's eyes snapped to the source. Xiuyang? What was she doing here? The girl's head tilted a bit, noting the mention of a beast. She wondered how much more Xiuyang knew about the situation than she did. Also... what was with that accent?

The older gentleman from the tent cocked his head and raised a brow. “You do not speak like any Huusoi I know.” the wary warrior stood stiff and tactically between the humans and the Aamii lord. Although the noble young man had better plans that precautions as he approached.

“Yamo, Yamo!” exclaimed Arcaan. “Are you really rebuffing help? One that speaks the tongue too?”

“I've seen one too many grifters, my lord. And Vyshta has long since forsaken this place.”

“Yamo.” an air of authority suddenly came from the otherwise established pushover. “Stand down.”

Yamo, hand on the hilt, took a moment to relent. It was not hesitation - he was sizing up the two. With the corner of his lips folding, he retreated back.

“My apologies.” spoke the Aamii, this time in Avincian. “We've lost men and we don't take kindly to vultures.” he gestured invitingly for the two to come in. “Lord Arcaan'toras'aamii, heir to this side of the Halitz and voice of Southern Qarii'muuna.” he offered his hand in a very human welcome.

“It is a grand relief to hear external relief has finally arrived. As you can see,” he looked toward his guard that had nearly kicked them out. “we desperately lack men. And we hardly even know what we are truly facing. You would think a naturalborn Qarii'muuna boy would know everything about swamps, and yet ...” a look of anxiety took him as he looked over his short guests, right at the creeping fen.

Roslyn watched the brief exchange between the Lord and his guard. "No need to apologize. I imagine being pestered by treasure hunters, day in and out, would sour anyone's mood. Especially when you need to shoo them away." When the Aamii offered his hand to her, she took it and introduced herself. "Roslyn Wicke, from Hendland."

Placing her hands back on her bag strap, she noticed where his gaze went. Don't get paranoid, she cautioned her imagination. "To be honest with you, this doesn't feel like a normal thing for a swamp. Even the animals are behaving strangely." She replied then followed up with a question, "What can you tell us about the threat?"

“It is not a normal occurrence.” confirmed the young lord as he turned on his heels to find an assortment of scrolls rolled open on the only table in the tent. “Suuli has been keeping keen eyes on the water's progress, and in the six days its been here, its thirty-seven meters in radius.” a graph with multiple re-drawn perimeters was tapped with his long and thin finger. “We do not know what it is, but it has nothing to do with nature. The most worrying is what happened before this, in Miira'moraa-”

Then Yamo immediately interjected. “My Lord, I would advise not disclosing any more.” solemn, dry and with challenging eyes, the Aamii seemed very hesitant to assert himself.

“Miira'moraa was-” still, Arcaan found some willpower.

“Arcaan.” Yamo spoke with familiarity, his demeanor quickly degrading into a look of frustration.

“This isn't the first settlement that's been devoured. This thing spreads and moves quickly.” admitted the young lord. His guard exhaled in deep exacerbation.

Roslyn edged closer to see the scrolls laid out on the table. Her concern grew the more she heard as the two clashed again. This time over sharing information causing her lips to press tighter together. Happened before, in Miira'moraa? Not the first settlement devoured?!? Spreads... like an infection? She didn't expect that and it made the situation more unsettling.

"It's only a matter of time before it becomes everyone's problem, not just Viiqii's." So many questions flooded Roslyn's brain, but she had to be selective. Miira'morra was a touchy topic, but it was obvious it was the first victim to whatever plagued this land. She decided to come back to that topic later.

"I apologize if this comes off as insensitive, but you mentioned you lost men. I assume it was whatever this is. Were any of the bodies recovered? If so, what state were they in? It might give us some clues."

“None. No trace. Only the bog.” Yamo answered Roslyn’s flurry of queries with a single unsettling fact. “They were taken silently. Only Suulii saw something, and yet she still roams the waters. In the air, but still in enemy territory.”

“But with more muscle and the information we’ve gathered, we may just-” Arcaan was cut off once more, but this time it wasn’t a guard or his own overthinking. From outside came the shriek all those in the bog would hear.

Sounds Like Trouble

**

Things happened fast and suddenly. Hearing the shriek, Roslyn's eyes darted to the tent's entrance. Then came the rip of the cloth when something began to crash down on them. Common sense crumbled to instinct when she shouted, "Watch Out!" Her hand gripped her compass hanging off her bag. Glowing with the item's energy, she accelerated her movement. Her other hand reached for Arcaan's arm as she tried to pull him out of the way. Meanwhile, she drew from the vine's momentum in hopes to slow it down.

Roslyn had successfully shoved the Aamii lord out of the way, just barely avoiding getting flattened herself. The giant vine crashed into the tent, causing the whole edifice to cave into itself and furniture to fling about. Draped with the colours of the Aamii household as they landed, both Roslyn and Arcaan were deprived of sight for a brief moment - a moment where the tentacle remained very much active.

It wiggled and flailed, just barely missing the duo and bringing its attention to the sound of a blade being drawn.

“Arcaan!” called out Yamo with his straight sword raised toward the invading appendage. His intention was not to actually slay the extension of the swamp, but to distract it long enough to cover his lord's escape. Xiuyang so happened to have landed at the same side of the tentacle as he had, and upon pushing through the wave of wooden shrapnel going her way, she was free to approach this chaos however she deemed best.

"This would be why the hunters are fleeing in droves, I take it," Xiuyang remarked apathetically as she swatted away the errant furniture. She spared a glance back at the ravaged tent, but seemed to assume Roslyn had Arcaan well in hand. Instead, she regarded Yamo with a side-eye as she prepared a drink from her gourd.

"Keep the fresh yanii meat in the dark, eh? Brutal." She downed the liquid, and her Manas surged as she drew into the 9 range. As she did, she moved quickly away with a kinetic leap, perhaps expecting the massive tendril to chase her signature away from Roslyn and the other two.

Roslyn's heartbeat deafened her ears for a split second. Her hands scrambled for the edge of the tent. After she found it, she tossed the cloth up and off of them. That's when she spotted the vine and turned its attention to Yamo and Xiuyang. "From madden thresher to murderous plants. At this rate, I'm gonna be a monster hunter without trying." The girl mumbled. She shoved her compass into her pocket then grabbed her smoking bandit. "Keep close and follow me."

She began to hurry away from the danger, aiming for the healthier part of the border. Something didn't feel right. Roslyn glanced over her shoulder. The yasoi didn't follow her. Instead, Arcaan stood frozen in place. She recognized the uncertainty, having been there more than once herself. Even now, her fear crawled across her skin. That instinctive realization she might not survive pricked across her surface. She shook herself from her thoughts. She had no time for this. None of them did. If the yasoi wasn't going to move on his own, she'd do it for him.

"Sorry about this, but I'm limited on time and options here."

She drew in energies from around her. With a jerk of her free hand, she cast telekinesis and lifted the yasoi off his feet. She then tossed him to safer grounds.

After the Aamii landed up a tree, the ground beneath Roslyn rumbled. She turned to the bog and her eyes widened. What the- The towering monstrous tangle of vines and rot screeched in the distance. It lashed out a hand for something and ripped itself forward. Water sprung from its path as it rolled into a rushing tide wave. Roslyn chemically buffed Arcaan. Her ring glowed hotly and she threw up an arcane spell quickly after. "Burning Aura!"

Flame sparked then circled about her. Intense heat met the swamp as the steam billowed up. Something came from the filth. A broken tree branch struck her leg. Roslyn crumbled to her knee as her spell faltered. Water swallowed her up in an instant. Once the wave dissipated, she was on all fours and coughing. "I think we found..." She uttered through gasps, "... what's been swallowing people up." The girl pushed herself onto her feet. "I'm going to get closer. Hopefully I can irritate its eyesight a bit."

Trying to hide her fear, she smiled and then activated the compass. The girl sped rapidly along the shoreline. When she got into range, she observed the beast's form for a moment. It didn't seem to have eyes. Taking a deep breath, she took aim and fired her weapon at the face side nearest the jaws. Maybe she could keep it from eating someone else. At worst, she hoped the chemical attack would at least hit and sting.

It did more than sting. After Xiuyang’s arcane lance hit, the beast stumbled forward. It began to screech only to have her goo smack into its gob. Silencing it. There was no time to cheer, however. The beast’s fist seized Yamo, causing Arcaan to plead for someone to save him, while six portals suddenly opened in various positions.

Mindful of her surroundings, Roslyn witnessed the carnage the beast brought upon everyone. Xiuyang, Niallus, Esmii and a few others suffered a rain of filth coming down upon them. Some defended easily while others failed. She smelt the stench even from a distance causing her to gag a bit. With her heart bruising her ribs, she forced down the lump in her throat. It seemed she had gone unnoticed, for now, and took her second shot. Unsure where else to hit, she fired upon the maw for a second time.

"Rifle would be useful right now." She mumbled underneath her breath. Her hand shoved into her satchel for the healing bag. She needed that last skin glue to reload.

Roslyn had her ammo in hand when she heard a howl. Her head snapped up. The beast charged at Niallus standing upon ruins, his hand sporting something red. Around the mass, water reared up and rushed at everyone. She cursed inward. Her chemical magic boosted her adrenaline causing her to move faster. Immediately, the area around her grew cold when she drew in the heat. Her knees bent as she leapt straight up into the air. Another tide wave gained on her position causing her band to glow. It zapped the water’s momentum, making it slower while speeding her up. Water brushed the soles of her shoes just before it crashed into the spot where she stood earlier.

Stabilizing herself in the air with her magic, Roslyn overlooked the aftermath. She increased the volume of her voice and relayed her thoughts to Xiuyang and Yamo. "I'm getting closer to the monster. Can you two meet me along the way? I think we can defend better if we're in groups."

Her form became hazy before she vanished. In less than a blink of an eye, she reappeared closer to the beast now. She balanced the staff of the smoking bandit in her arm while she finished reloading.

Some Times, Bigger Is Better

***

The beast looked horrid as it staggered, chunks of it heavily damaged and seemingly overwhelmed by numbers. Yet it didn’t go down.

Roslyn's heart grew frustrated at the sight. This thing's resistance reached epic levels forcing her to brace for another attack. Its jaws widened for another blood curdling screech before... BOOM! The sound of a cannon echoed in the bog as the iron ball plowed into the monster's back. It ripped into the innards before it seemed to come undone. It hunched over, holding itself up with its giant arm. Each swell of its mass, bled green and red fluids.

When Sven roared and rushed at the beast, Roslyn's eyes went wide. The familiar berserk-like energy rolled off him as he clashed with the monster. Rage rolled off his form while he managed to go toe to toe and pushed it back. She, and the others didn't waste, jumping to aid him. Finally, he delivered the final blow to misshapen mass. Where its maw was, a gaping hole stood. It sucked in all its foul substance until it disappeared into a bright light.

As a deafening sound echoed across the bog, followed by a shockwave. It plowed through the bog's ruins causing vines to burst from their hidden holes. After defending against it, Roslyn's eyes spotted Niallus. He abruptly crumbled and became still. Her feet moved before she knew it as she rushed over to him. She pulled his head above the murky water. Her eyes noticed the greenish tint in his skin as he hung limply in her arms, unresponsive. Trial and error was the only thing she could do right now. Shifting his weight, she gripped his arm. With a heavy inhale, she focused chemical magic through his system. Nothing happened. The girl moved onto binding to mend his wounds and stop the bleeding. While the gashes faded, the green tint hadn't.

"Niallus, wake up. Please... " She fought not to scream at her helplessness. Lost in her frustration, she didn't notice Sven had been impaled or the flora now growing along his skin. When he rushed forward, lashing out at Esmii, Roslyn jerked her head toward them. "Esmii!"

Sven missed his lover. A weak exhale escaped through Roslyn's lips. Again, the word 'Affen' slipped from his lips. Upon hearing that word yet again, she gritted her teeth in thought. It sounded like a word. Maybe Kerremand? If it was, she didn't know the meaning. Out of all of the languages on her growing list, why did it have to be one she hadn't learned yet? It didn't help that a strange draining sensation weighed on her.

Her eyes shifted back to Niallus. His condition didn't improve, but it didn't worsen either. She hoped it stayed that way for a bit. Using her bag to prop his head out of the water, Roslyn pushed up onto her feet as her weapon hung loosely at her side. Hesitation filled the young girl to her core upon seeing the scene.

"Get away! He's not in there right now!" Suddenly, Desmond then fired his gun into Sven.

Roslyn snapped out of her fear and rushed to Esmii's side, aiming to pull her away. "From what it looks like, he's turning into that creature. We need to figure out how to target the cause or this will continue until no one's left."

Her friend's eyes remained on Sven until Desmond's shot jerked her into the present. A spark of anger came over Esmii's eyes and she seemed about to snap, but instead relaxed.

"Rose," Esmii shouted "I have an idea. What if we targeted the flower buds that are sprouting from his wounds." She looked back at Sven, then continued "It could create an opening into his system. If you and Desmond pour internal chemical magic, to stop the roots from spreading. While you do this I could also do the same or be ready to heal him. What do you both think?"

She turned back to Sven. "Sven you better be listening to my voice. Fight this, like you have been fighting the berserk feelings. Don't let this thing win. Don't give up on us."

Roslyn's heart ached to see her friend suffer. The anger and fear trembling along Esmii's surface. Her tears streaked down the muck upon her cheeks, but there was no comfort to give her.

Roslyn didn't see the second shot until it hit Sven. The flesh tore and blood splattered away, sending their once ally stumbling to the side. Any hesitation or gentleness on the man's face vanished underneath a monstrous fury. Behind her, she heard Esmii's scream and break down.

Meanwhile, Sven charged Felix with several vines hells bent on killing the man. Roslyn tilted the Smoking Bandit to try and stop him, but Esmii ripped it out of her hand. Her friend turned it on Sven's attacker instead. The yasoi tightened her finger about the trigger and then abruptly stopped. The end lowered and then she clutched her throat. Once healthy breathing turned into wheezing.

Desmond's words hit the Hendland girl with reality. Without more knowledge or any hints, they couldn't be sure to save Sven. She took her weapon and tried to help Esmii up onto her feet. It was dangerous to stay this close to that thing. Fighting not to let her voice crack, she pleaded with her friend. "Esmii, come on. We need to move, please. He wouldn't want you hurt."

To help Esmii fight off Sven's attack, she used her gift with chemical magic. She shouted to the others. "Someone needs to grab Niallus, now!"

While struggling to reason with Esmii, Roslyn couldn't help Desmond. She watched in horror when a madden Sven started to apply sudden pressure upon her ally. Before Desmond became a bloody stain on the bog water, the Eskander clenched his head and fell forward. He withered in pain. Roslyn glanced at the incapacitated Eskandish man while Esmii went on about a plan.

Someone had to say it.

"I don't know if we can save him, Esmii. He almost killed you. The Sven we know wouldn't do that. Either way, we have to kill this thing." She paused, unable to look her friend in the eyes. She continued despite the strange growing steadiness in her voice. "You focus on yourself first. I'm going to see what I can do to keep our friends safe and help them."

By now, Laska had shown up. When greyborn turned her attention upon Sven, Roslyn felt the temperature suddenly drop. At this point, he was restrained enough for her to get close and try to purge his body of whatever it was.

Her eyes narrowed on the bright orange flowers and bark resting on the tears in Sven's skin. They had appeared shortly after he was infected. Was there a connection? If she attacked it, would it weaken the creature or just waste time? "Only one way to find out," she said to no one specific. The girl tapped into her compass and moved herself behind Sven. Careful not to get too close to him, she muttered, "Touch of Sloth. "

Trick Shot

****

When Sven turned his eyes upon her, Roslyn froze. The ragged flesh seemed to have melted back into the familiar face of her friend. Was he really still in there or...? She cursed her hopeful heart as her feet started to move, her form coming dangerously close to him. "Sven, are you really in there?" She cringed at herself. Her question sounded stupid, even to her. Then again, she knew nothing else to say. It was hard to tell if it was Laska, the little old lady's, or her own spell that had made the most impact in restraining him. Sadly, it didn't seem to affect his condition at all. While focusing on Sven, she spotted Desmond reloading a rifle. He swung it around for another shot. Roslyn's breath caught in her throat when she witnessed him pull the trigger.

The bullet never hit.

No blood or flesh smeared across her dress. Instead, a scream behind her caused her to pivot around. The hunter that helped them earlier crumbled to one knee. Someone had shot him in the back, but she didn't see the culprit. Despite Esmii's earlier aggression, she hoped her friend wasn't stupid enough to shoot someone else in the back. Especially someone that had been an ally before. Then again, Desmond's bullet didn't hit Sven either. That was the strangest part for her.

“AGGGHHHHH!” the man wailed, then uttered, “S-sniper!”

Confused and scared, she struggled with what to do. Her eyes shifted to see if she could spot the sniper that hit the man.

Where was the sniper? Roslyn's eyes tightened as she scanned the bog. She saw nothing. Deep down, she knew her panic didn't help her. The threat of a surprise attack left her shocked. For all she knew, she already spotted them, but she didn't realize it.

Sven screamed in unity with the hunter, both withering in unspeakable pain. The prior collapsed into a heap, seemingly purged of his affliction. Meanwhile, the hunter's skin charred and curled off his form. His body jerked three times before he crumbled into a still smoldering heap. No one, not even her, seemed to have helped him. As the energy died down, Roslyn stood there in stunned silence. She thought one of the others would have stepped in but... that was naïve of her. Esmii held more hostility toward him than Desmond, who shot Sven twice. Desmond seemed surprised, but he wasn't as quick as last time. Laska was too busy keeping Sven down. And her? Finding a sniper instead of healing him. A lesson learned too late like always.

Miss Wick, get out of your head. Eyes up and alert! Don't think, act. Mendenhoffer's lessons on warfare surfaced in her head. Roslyn inhaled then expanded her mana sense far as she could. She tried to locate hints based on things she knew about handling a rifle or pistol. Smoke, flash of fire, and movement. Mostly movement because position was important for a sniper.

"Can anyone make some cover?!" Roslyn spotted something small rush right for her back.

Using the Gift of Eshiran-Zept, she drew from the structure of the bullet. Next she used that mana to boost herself with Blessing of Vigor as she pivoted on one foot. It narrowly missed her. Not knowing the locations of the shooters, she considered her options. They were being picked off one by one. Then she recalled Niallus and how she discarded him like a forgotten sack of barley or hops. Roslyn cursed her stupidity as she readied a spell and started to fall back to where she left him.

She rapidly scanned the tree line on the edge of her range. She rushed through the mossy pleat, letting the water dampen her skirt and ripple behind her. Her lungs threatened to explode in her chest. Still, the girl ignored it. She continued to focus on the forest past the bog's waters. Where are you? Where are you? Her eyes fluttered back and forth like a terrified bird trapped by a cat's claws.

Suddenly, a glint of metal caught her eye.

There you are! The girl's eyes widened and her heart sank. The sniper collected massive energy for something big. If it went off, she doubted anyone could defend against it. No, NO! She had to stop that sniper now.

Roslyn changed course instinctively for the tree line. She touched her compass causing it to activate. However, instead of boosting her speed, she drew the temporal magic from it. She wasn't close enough to cripple the man internally, but... she could target something else. The gun! The sniper seemed so focused on powering his attack and nothing else mattered. Maybe not even his weapon. If she managed to break it, the attack might misfire. She had seen a fellow student nearly blow off his face when pushing their limits on an ill kept gun.

Touch of Doom. Roslyn had rarely used such destructive spells. She often feared hurting someone. However, this time she poured everything she had into it. Her heart, mana, and even prayed for it to work as she flicked her spell at the sniper's firearm.

When Roslyn got a full glimpse of the man, she recognized him. The first victim of the sniper. Her eyes hardened and she forgot how bad she felt earlier. A part of her felt even angry for not seeing the trick sooner. So she naturally smiled when she saw the damaged barrel. Her grin faded when she spotted the bullet, undamaged, escape the gun's tip. Even though it missed Sven's direction, Roslyn knew the man would correct it. All magusjaegers knew this trick, herself included, as part of their basics. Her eyes locked with the sniper's. He held it there for less than a moment before he looked away, correcting his shot's course.

Roslyn frowned at the dismissive gesture. Of course he doesn't think I'm much of a threat... No one ever does! She should've been grateful for that, but it still hurt her pride. It was depressing to be underestimated all the time.

With his ranged weapon damaged, the man levitated into the air. Roslyn dug her heels into the water, skidding to a sudden stop. Her eyes kept fixed to him before he kicked off toward Sven, a glimmer of light shone off a blade in hand. The girl regretted falling back from her friends at that moment. With the attacker's momentum, she couldn't hope to intercept him. It was a better idea to mess up his insides and give Esmii a chance to defend. Inhaling deep, Roslyn eyed the blurry streak moving past. She drew from any magnetic in the air before she pointed her hand cannon like a wand at the man. Gut Wrench!

Roslyn's eyes stared in horror as the man shrugged off their efforts. Flesh, muscle, and more came off his form to land into the swamp. Seeing his surface look a bit like raw meat curled her stomach. When the man's fist connected with Esmii's face, she practically heard the force behind the hit. She didn't know if her friend was still conscious or not after it.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Desmond still battling some sort of creature. The man held his own until another figure rose up from the swamp depths and grappled him.

That's when she felt a familiar magic. The memories of the monastery in Vossoryia flickered in her head causing her to shake a bit. There's got to be something I can do to help them both... She clenched her weapon. There was only one option she knew of. The girl subtly aimed her weapon to get as many enemies in her cross hairs as possible. Especially without the risk of hitting her allies.

It didn't escape her that both Esmii and Desmond were close enough to be used for shields, but she had a risky idea. The man wasn't the only one who knew a magusjaeger trick or two. There was only one issue... she still struggled with redirecting a shot. Even if she could protect one of them, she couldn't protect both. She tightened her grip to fire, but her hand loosened for a moment when she caught the man's words.

Her brow furrowed. What did he mean by that? She wished she had more time to think, but she couldn't make more. No one could. Her finger pulled the trigger as the end of her weapon flashed. The shot then split into three. One for Sven's earlier attacker and the other two for Desmond's attackers. Roslyn focused the shot going for Sven's, ready to redirect if needed. Only the Gods knew if she was skilled enough.

Esmii's water prison caught Roslyn's shot. The thick liquid began slow her shot down enough for the man's heat to disintegrate it. Roslyn cursed her luck and timing. However, the other two managed to land on their targets. One holding Desmond deflected it, causing the shot to explode and coat it in goo. Meanwhile, the attacker was stunned before Laska finished it off with her ice magics. It shattered into pieces before Roslyn's eyes.

Suddenly, another form erupted from the muck. Sven wide eyed and scared. He drew in energy and then bolted past them, rushing for the far treeline. Before Roslyn, or anyone else, could follow, Esmii started to float. Her form seemed to detach from the earth itself and climb higher and higher. Time ticked down to the final moments.

Never once did Roslyn consider the stakes of her actions. No, only her childish, selfish fear spurred her to save her friend from dying. She drew in the sunlight around her as her telekinesis jerked Esmii from the danger zone. Already the yasoi began to form a thin layer of ice about her for protection.

In the end, Roslyn's consequences suited a fool thinking with her heart rather than her head.

She whipped back around just in time to see the shock wave barreling at her. No time to defend or brace. A grim realization washed over her: I'm not gonna to survive this.

Her arms jerked up and shielded her head when the force collided into her. It shot the girl off her feet and ragdolled her across the bog's murky water. Her arms slammed into the water's surface over and over. Muscles became jelly with fractured bones. She screamed only to lose it in the ringing of her ears. Her right leg crashed into the roof of a ruin. It slowed her momentum when it became caught. Flesh stretched beyond its limits before bone fragments started to shred it. Her world went black from the pain.

The girl's body came to a rolling stop at the base of a tree, laying partly out of the water. Her long hair draped down her face. Blood darkened the water as it gushed from her leg. Her heart might've been unbreakable, but the rest of her wasn't.

~~~

The pain woke Roslyn up first. A sea of endless anguish and dizziness, her mind failing to recall what happened. At one point, she thought she heard her mother's surprised voice. Another pulse of searing agony burned the thought away. Not even her injuries in Vossoriya had been this bad. She inhaled and swallowed the lump in her throat. Drawing on her surroundings, she poured her gift through her body. Then she took in her condition. Her eyes lingered on her right leg almost detached fully from her hip.

"Fuck..." It was the only word right for her situation. She eyed up her smoking bandit then drew with kinetic energy. Painfully slow, the remaining sap began to trickle out and along her arm. It reached her leg where it stopped the bleeding. Next she reached her left arm over and pushed it closer, reattaching the bone.

It took a try or two, but she finally slipped it into the socket. Breathing heavily, she began to work on her left arm. She got the swelling to go down as muscles returned to their fibrous state. The bones were still angled too weirdly for her to mend them. Movement came from the side of her vision causing her to jerk her weapon up. It dropped from her grip and splashed in the water when she recognized Desmond.

"Scared the hells out of me..." She gasped out, feeling his binding mend her arm. She bit back a scream when he shifted her arm and forced herself to stay still. Afterwards, Roslyn took a moment to give him a shaky, weak show of gratitude. "Thanks."

She adjusted her attention back to her leg. Telekinesis shifted the bones back into place and binding reformed the flesh. The shaking continued, indicating she wasn't done. At first, she thought it was her left arm. She looked at it. No. Dread stopped her heart for a moment as she shifted on her hips. A new stab of pain filled her. It was her spine! With deep breaths, she focused on finding the dislocation. Again that stab dug into her back causing her to cry. Focus, focus... She urged herself then began to use her binding to slip the disc back into place and revive the tendons. Oddly enough, her other arm had also healed.

Not wasting time, she grabbed her smoking bandit and rose to her feet. She looked at her compass. It pointed toward her bag as she used kinetic energy to seize it.

Putting Evil to Rest

*****

Roslyn's eyes took in the surroundings. Her gaze followed the poisonous cloud upward as it gradually faded. The destruction made her gut curl and sink in her belly as an unwanted familiarity washed over her. In her memory, images of the aftermath in Mezegol and Vossoriya surfaced. Why couldn't she leave a place better off than when she arrived? The question forever weighed in the small brewery girl's heart. For once, she struggled to see the positive in her actions as the dust settled. She had to do better.

A distant cry caught her attention. Her eyes shifted to spot a familiar figure slicing down a sword into the ground. They couldn't waste time, but they couldn't leave any loose ends.

"I will catch up with you two later. I'm going to make sure to tie up a few loose ends." Her voice sounded exhausted and... empty of her usual hopefulness. Before anyone responded, she tightened her grip on her compass. It accelerated her quickly until she reached the Aamii's side.

That's when she saw it. Anger burned the fatigue away as she gritted her teeth. It took so much life and despite what they did, it still lived. WHY? How was that fair? Wordlessly, she drew from what residue energy still hung in the bog.

"Need help?" She asked coolly while she glared at the thing, her animosity directed at it.

Her palm extended outward as her telekinesis surrounded it. She curled her fingers into a fist, forcing the slimy thing into a compact ball around the core. Roslyn focused on her anger to keep her resolve. It wasn't easy, but she intended to finish this once and for all.

She used magnetic to empower her touch of corruption spell, focusing on its insides. With the state it was in it, Roslyn hoped it didn't have the strength to stop her. She gave a single warning. "I'm setting it on fire, be careful you don't get burnt."

Using the low level arcane spell fireball, she focused on controlling it. Temporal helped with keeping it burning steadily for several minutes. She aimed for an intense flame to burn it into ashes. Once all signs of life disappeared, she used the Gift of Eshiran-Zept to ensure nothing remained. However, she didn't let go of her telekinesis until she knew it was gone.

It was the skull of Ahn-Eshiran. You will know it well by the whispers it utters when you lean in close. They say its protectors gradually lose the soundness of their minds the longer they keep it. If this rumor is true, it is a burden I will bear alone. I fear what might happen if anyone of ill-will held it. The knowledge they would have. The hurt they would do. I swore it would not happen on my watch.

The small Hendland girl pulled back her head. It turned out her mother was right all along. With a deep breath, Roslyn carefully stowed the skull away in her bag. Above everything she ensured to secure it tightly within. She'd discover answers later, but not here. Her eyes looked up over the drained bog to see some of the treasures within. So easily it would be greedy, but likely a price would be paid later. Immediately, the signature shining near the ruined stature caught her attention. It wasn't the same as the bog monster, but something was there. The others could handle Sven, she thought and cautiously made her way over to investigate it.

No Rest for the Wicked

******

Upon spotting Niallus and Laska enter back into reality, Roslyn exhaled. She waved back to Niallus. She had started to get paranoid as everyone seemed to have went their own way. "Glad to see you two are okay. And Niallus, you're up and about." She frowned and concern flooded her expression at the Eskander's greenish pallor. "I was a little... worried. You don't look so good."

In the back of her mind, Roslyn questioned if she should mention the skull or not. Her familiar self doubt began to crawl into her thoughts. What if she told the wrong people? What if they stole it from her? Was she really a good judge of character? Her gaze shifted downward for a moment and a few things bugged her. Who could she really trust, if she couldn't tell a good person from a bad one?

Roslyn pulled in a hair closer and remained quiet, studying him. A dread curled into her heart and dragged it down into her stomach. She couldn't place the reason for it. She decided she was overthinking and pushed through it. At least he's up and about. Hopefully the green will eventually fade. She smiled at that positive thought.

"Thanks Roslyn. It looks a lot worse then how it feels." Niallus stated. "So what happened? Where are the others?"

She gave herself a brief look over. Tears, missing sleeve, filth and even her own blood covered her dress. It reflected her overall experience so far here. "Where to start? Well, after the explosion we managed to work together and heal each other. Thankfully, no one lost limbs or anything. After that..." Roslyn took a breath and ran through everything still on her mind.

"Ingrid is still missing. We need to find her and hopefully she's all right. I'm so confused why Xiuyang did that. It doesn't fit what I know of her. " She moved on to the rest, "Esmii went after Sven. Desmond... I'm not fully sure where he is. I stayed here to destroy that... thing. I used everything I had and I hope it is gone for good."

Her eyes glanced about the swamp as if expecting more nasty surprises. "I was about to investigate something over by the statue before you two appeared. I'm not sure I can stand any more surprises."

Roslyn had made her way over to the statue as they talked. She had just managed to grab one of the layered toxic darbonite and a strange stone before Laska took off. It was the same direction as Esmii went earlier. She shot Niallus, who had picked up a broken sword, a look and then she bolted after the woman. Her tired feet sprinted across the ground, jumping over any debris in her way. She reached into her bag and scrambled around for more ammo. Finally, she found a snowpepper sniffing powder. She shoved it into the smoking bandit's muzzle. Seeing Laska leave her in the dust, Roslyn used her compass to hasten her speed.

Why did I let her go alone? She cursed herself for her idiocy. Reaching the far edge of the fight, she saw Laska sliced into Sven's chest. Before she could ask what happened, her eyes lowered and spotted Esmii laying on the ground.

"Sven doesn't have that kind of healing." Niallus' statement drew a worried look from Roslyn.

"Watch out!" Laska called while freezing the demon, "He's no normal demon. He's one of the three lieutenants."

Instead of replying to anyone, Roslyn drew in sunlight. It flickered and faded about her. When she felt the heat flood her skin, she focused on the ground just behind Esmii. She imagined the dirt underneath to be a 'platform' of sorts. Just when 'Sven' finished his insult and slashed down, Roslyn rushed to the right while she jerked her hand up. A chunk of the earth that he stood on tried to fling him backwards on his ass.

She hoped it would topple the demon's balance and make him miss. That was a stupid idea in the end as the earth didn't even budge. Angry at herself for wasting time, she tilted up her smoking cannon at its head in hopes to loosen the armor on it. Another bad idea as it didn't flinch and instead lashed out a wild slash. Strengthening her skin and boosting her reflexes, Roslyn rushed to the side. It edged closer and closer until... her ring glowed giving her just enough to escape.

She snapped her fingers as Desmond shot at the blubbery mass' right arm while Laska tried to freeze it in place. At first, their attacks seemed to fail. However, a transparent butterfly floated into the bloodgorger's eyes, distracting him. Her ally's bullet hit true causing the arm to explode. The massive monster stepped back. Niallus communed with the void as it tried to fill him with power. For most of the fight, Roslyn combo defended her teammates and used her hand cannon. One by one the monster's limbs were dismembered until...

"Niallus, move!" Roslyn screamed. She watched Niallus bisected nearly in half. His body dropped while she moved to heal him. It wasn’t needed. Right before her eyes, she watched his form knit itself back together. It used Bloodgorger's own flesh and blood causing her to stop in place. WHAT the Hells?!?

She couldn't help but wonder what he ate for this to happen. Pushing the questions out of her mind, Roslyn raised her smoking bandit and fired the last shot. It took out the left leg easily and staggered the beast.

"Why won't this thing die already?" Roslyn asked, feeling the strain on her body from battle after battle.
Suddenly...

A voice, meek and desperate, cried out from the belly. A familiar lisp in the words. Sven? Roslyn's eyes stared in disbelief over the possibility. Then again, she had seen her friends survive a lot and prove their endurance to overcome it all.

Niallus' left arm grew to inhuman size as he rushed in for the gut, ripping it open. A river of blood poured out into the muck as the man continued to dig the victim out. The voice kept pleading for help.

Roslyn breathed heavily. Somehow she managed to remain up on her feet, her endurance pushed beyond her body's small limits. She had been lucky during the fight. The creature focused on her allies more than her as she managed to both defend and help finish it off. That's when she heard Laska shout for him to stop.

It was too late. Roslyn spotted the cheeky little demon up in the tree, taunting them now. The voice matching the one from inside the Bloodgorger.

What's going on... why-Then she recalled the words spoken earlier. It wasn't a normal demon. Roslyn knew nothing about demons save for what little she heard from the church. She glanced between Niallus, the thing oozing out of the belly and the creature leering down upon them. "Now what?"

Bow to Hellish Royalty

*******

A bad feeling swelled in her breast as she watched the blood covered figure topple out onto the ground. Heavy energies seemed to saturate the air and weigh her down. It charged the skeleton remains of the bog with energy. Blood began to peel and float off the dark, leathery sac. Beneath it, the ground glowed with a circle of runes. Likely hidden there all along.

The man held Sven, but none of his kindness shined in the eyes. Just a cold, emotionless and calculated gaze.

What did we ourselves into? Roslyn couldn't stop trembling as she stood there, helpless. She spied Laska's reaction from the corner of her vision. Fear drenched her expression as the nun stepped back and struggled to speak."Y-you...You're..."

"Belthagor." He finished for her. His voice mimicked the sound of divinity while he seemed to weigh their worth. At the sound of his minion, the being tilted his head and smiled. They exchanged a warm greeting that felt out of place here before his hard expression returned. He raised a finger.

When the pressure came, Roslyn fell to her knees and then her hands. Her lungs inhaled, but she couldn't breathe. Oh no... She didn't understand what was happening.

When did she get tangled up in all of this? She was no epic heroine of a fairy tale. She wasn't even that strong compared to many of her classmates. She was just a simple brewery girl born in a little country. Now... she was going to die like an insect beneath hells' boot. The realization of her fate curled her stomach and pushed up vomit into the back of her throat. It burned there, daring not to go farther. The only hope in her heart was that this would be quick.

An Unexpected Choice

********

Roslyn wanted her death to be over with already. She kept her eyes closed, childishly hoping it might protect her from the world around her. Not that there was much left of it. Any moment, she expected to feel the pressure finally crush her.

Then, all at once, the blinding light intensified. "I can see the fear in you, girl," came the Grand Demon's voice, dripping with sepulchral resonance, deep and cold and rich. "And the desire." The Demon king stood before the six youths in his brilliant white clothing and he was beautiful. "You want so very much from this world, yet dare not speak it. You fear even to love yourself."

His words wormed themselves in her ears, through Roslyn's head, and dug deep in her soul. She sensed more than heard his steps edge closer and felt his eyes upon her. He's not talking to me... Who was it? Roslyn forced her eyes to open. With a bit of struggle, her head lifted upward to see and hope they were strong enough to resist.

He reached out a hand in the direction of one in particular, but it was not Esmii, who was closest to him after Niallus. "You worry, you sacrifice, you work... and for so very little gain." The light built until it consumed her. "I choose you, and I shall lift you up to be more than you might've been."

Belthagor's eyes stared right at her. Roslyn wasn't sure if she should be surprised or frightened that he noticed her. The words dug up her doubts, fears, and pain. She realized not a single one dripped with lies. She didn't value herself much as a mage, especially when she compared herself to her friends. Always falling just short of everything. All of them had strengths she could only dream of matching, but she'd never reach. So many short comings and so few wins. Lately, all Roslyn did was worry, sacrifice, and work... and for what? She realized she had lost sight of the reason.

Too distracted by one of the Kings of hell, she had her back to Laska and Desmond. All at once, the immense pressure disappeared and Laska stood. The nun flung an iron in to the air. "Shoot it, Desmond! Shoot it with anything that warps reality!"

The girl gradually got to her feet before the Grand Demon. Her eyes couldn't tear away from the light even as it burned them. She took a step forward and then another. A moth drawn to a flame in the night.

Is this what I want? What I need? She questioned herself. Something glowed in her pocket as a small, greedy voice hissed 'yes'. Her feet continued to move as the conflict grew inside of her.

The Grand Demon's head twisted to regard the nun and the others. His lips peeled back in a snarl, revealing fangs and, for a moment, great gnarled black horns twisted out of his forehead. His inner ugliness laid bare, he glared venomously at the Red Rezaindian before his face returned to normal. Roslyn, lost in a trance, reached out a hand to touch the glowing point when his last words cut through her haze.

"The rest of you," he announced, "will feed my pet."

No.... NO! Her pupils dilated and her mind pushed back. Please, no. I can't let this happen. She tried to fight the influences tugging at her soul, but was she strong enough? By Ahn-Dami's will, this should be her choice!

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Other Scenes

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Seeking the Legend of Snow and Ice

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Date: Unknown

Following the Blood Trail

Even the early Rezain in Unviat was cold. A blustering wind whipped across the nearly treeless tundra, batting Mahal's hair about like tangled snakes. She'd been following signs of a Snow Wyvern: droppings, heightened radiation, a couple feathers, and disturbed snow on the branches of the few sparse trees. Then, suddenly, she'd found blood. It was mostly dried and covered, but it stained patches of snow dark. She found some, and then more and then... well, there was a trail if she could follow it. There was definitely a hint of the tiny dragon's characteristic radiation, but was it even alive?

Mahal hated the cold. She had bundled several layers just to keep it out, but it didn't seem to matter. The frost settled on her surface and the chill bit at her flesh still. With with a deep breath, she leaned down to check the trail. She frowned upon seeing the blood and noted its age. A part of her wondered if it was alive still. Cautiously she cast sonic negation to null the sounds of her footsteps as she followed the trail. If this Wyvern had been attacked, she didn't want to draw the attention of its predator.

The blood was old, and then it was newer and then the last bit was still steaming in the snow. The wind had died down. There was a small copse of southern spruce hunkering together in the cold, a large rocky ridge with some stray bounders, and a stream burbling down towards a small pristine lake. Surely,the creature was close. Either it was food for something else here, or else it was wounded and hiding. Likely, it would die if not found and healed.

Grisly Sight

She came upon it in the clearing: the bones of a small wyvern. They were fresh and there was still meat on them. Bloody white feathers surrounded the mostly-cleaned off carcass as an Arctic Fox scampered away with a mouthful of meat. This, then, was the Snow Wyvern she had been following: dead beyond a shadow of a doubt. There were tracks all around it: foxes, dragons, a wolverine. A large crow hovered about, cawing in pitch black on the white snow. Blood trails led away in four different directions: Southeast, West, Northeast, and North.

Apparition

Mahal was close to giving up. The trail seemed to have gone cold. The dragon she'd been pursuing was dead, after all. Then, through the gusting snow and the steam of a small hot spring, she sighted it, perched on a rock, its feathers iridescent as it preened itself: a Snow Wyvern.

The small creature was almost luminous. Its feathers giving off a different coloured sheen depending on the angle that it was viewed from. The wind faded and, with it, the sound that had been covering Mahal's footsteps. The Wyvern looked up abruptly, its delicate draconic visage meeting hers. There was blood on its snout and its crystalline horns, but it had carried away no meat and was not eating. That was when she remembered it: young snow wyverns, once they'd come of age, would mercy kill struggling elders rather than letting them fall prey to some other beast.

The quasi-mythical animal spread its wings, spooked but not aggressive. Perhaps it had been grieving, in its own way. It prepared to take flight.

Encounter

The sight of the creature left the girl in awe. To her eyes, the Snow Wyvern seemed almost made of living ice and cold.

She avoided eye contact and made herself appear as nonthreatening as possible. The wyvern flapped its wings twice but did not take off. Instead, it eyed her warily. She could feel a rise in the latent atomic reactions within it. Its tongue flicked out and licked the blood off of its muzzle. It tilted its head and blinked.

Mahal gave an inner sigh of relief. For now, she had stopped it from flying off but it wasn't a solution. She caught glimpses of the creature's eyes as it gleamed with intelligence matching Diyablos. There was a clear difference, however. She knew her cephalopod better and the easiest way to gain his intention was curiosity. Would the same work here? A small doubt lingered in her mind, but doing nothing was worse. Slowly, she reached into her bag and pulled out some dried jerk meat. Her eyes watched the snow wyvern's reaction carefully.

The dragon glanced at the meat, glanced at Mahal, and tilted its head, unimpressed. After a moment, she could've sworn that it rolled its eyes and sighed.

"Never said it was for you." Mahal stated then bit into the dried meat.

The animal rushed forward at that - the perfect taunt - and let out a chitter. It hopped around, circling her and tilting its head. It looked at the jerky and then at her. Its tongue darted out.

Mahal tensed, but refused to move. She had been ready to draw until she recognized its little display. This time, it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "If you want some, simply need to ask. I am willing to share." With that said, she was already reaching in for another jerky and offered it up. Perk of a glutton was to always have plenty of food on hand.

The Snow Wyvern opened its mouth and appeared to motion with its wing for Mahal to throw the treat over. Its little tongue shot out again in anticipation.

"All right. Don't miss." Mahal said as she tossed it. Her eyes narrowed a bit, noting how it seemed to understand her better than she expected. But maybe, she was being silly. Animals don't understand human speech... right?

Then, just like that, there was a voice. "She's a trickster." A local man in a parka appeared over the ridge, his Avincian strongly accented but surprisingly good.

"Sikuaq," he said to the wyvern, but the rest of his words were in a language that Mahal did not know. "She is young and lost her hatchmates and parents. A few weeks ago, Alooloo, who raised her, went into a blizzard and never came back." He shook his head. "I don't know why, but now she is alone in the world and thinks that she's a person." The man shook his head.

"I am Anik. A trader, but I live around here when I'm not traveling." The wyvern, Sikuaq, fluttered over to his side, but not too close, proudly displaying her prize.

Mahal's eyes snapped to the source of the voice. She hadn't even heard his approach and that put her on edge. Intently, the girl listened to the man. Her gaze shifted from him to the wyvern as her eyes softened. She knew that feeling well some times. "Mahal." She didn't give much more about herself as she remained wary of the man.

"She has something in common with another companion of mine, Diyablos. Gets into all sorts of trouble. He tends to pout too by crossing his little arms because he saw me do it once."

She adjusted her furs against the cold. "That explains a few things now. I was following an old Snow Wyvern trail earlier and found the body. I wasn't sure if it was attacked or not. Then I found her." Mahal gestured to Sikuaq.

"She could use a family," Anik suggested, "But she's a handful. I've been feeding her lately, but I travel and I can't keep her forever." He motioned Mahal over. "Slowly," he warned, taking some sort of dried meat from his pack. "It's similar to your jerky. That's probably why she took to you."

With a deep inhale, Mahal did as instruction. She kept the none threatening posture best she could while she leaned in and drank in his words. "It's the best way to preserve the meat and I always keep some on me. Though bones work, time to time, to trick the constant hunger."

Her eyes admired the creature's icy beauty. "I have some experience in caring for creatures, especially those without families. Diyablos came from a clutch of abandoned eggs. His brothers and sisters all have new homes, with owners I believe cherish them." A part of her wasn't sure why she decided to share this information, but it left her lips before she thought about it. She couldn't take it back now. "However, a creature like her will only go if she wants to."

"You are not wrong," Anik agreed. He handed her some meat, as Sikuaq looked on curiously. He spoke to the young wyvern and she glanced between the two of them. "See if she will follow you." He began to back away. Which way would Sikuaq go?

Mahal agreed with this. She rose to her feet and started to walk the opposite way. Her arm held the jerky in plain sight while she held her breath. At first, the wyvern hesitated. It let out a low, confused cooing. The creature bobbed between Mahal and Anik with indecisiveness. After a little while, the young wyvern seemed to understand. She bounded across the snow towards Mahal and took the meat from her hand.

"I think that settles it. " Mahal said placing her hand for the Wyvern to accept a gentle stroke.

Anik agreed as the pair departed from the frigid cold back to Ersand'Enise.

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OOC: This is messy as heck and apologies for that, I did my best to keep it in Roslyn's pov. I also smoothed out issues and stuff, with changes that better fit.

The Hourglass Order

Mahal

Shipwreck Scavengers

Shipwreck Scavengers

_{Location: Shipwreck Bay, Ersand'Enise
Date: 29th of Velles}

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Mahal's eyes glanced down the shore for odd colors among the dirty sands. Her bare feet navigated over the scattered debris washed up along the strip of white. Leaving footprints in her wake, she felt Diyablos tighten his grip on her waist. His main body hung from her hip and bounced with each step. It reminded her of his recent growth spurt. It was hard to believe how small he was when he and his siblings first hatched.

Ahead of her, Puno and Supok lunged at a small flock of birds. The avians scattered into the air causing Mahal to bring her fingers up to her lips. She gave a loud whistle. The pups stopped in their tracks and raised their ears, heads looking toward her. Mahal gave her thigh a sound smack to call them back. With panting tongues, they rushed back to her before eagerly hopping up then down. She tossed a chunk of dried meat to each.

To Mahal's surprise, a third dog approached her: a Dragonhound. It trotted up beside her, big and bold and not afraid of the other dogs. It wagged its tail intermittently, curious about Mahal, her jerky, and the octopus. Not quite wary, but not quite trusting, it kept a playful distance.

When the new dog appeared, Mahal stopped in her tracks. She eyed the newcomer warily. Was it a stray or someone's pet? Her hand reached into her pouch and pulled out another jerky chunk. When Diyablos noticed the canine, his tentacles scaled up her side and onto her shoulder.

Meanwhile, both her puppies turned their eyes upon the newcomer. Puno's lips curled back and flashed her teeth with a defensive growl. Her frame pulled back against the girl's calf while her eyes stayed on the invader of her space. Supok, however, woofed for attention. Her front half dropped into a bow and showed off her lopsided grin. Another bark erupted from her chest before she pulled into a run and brushed past the Dragonhound's side. She circled about to see if the chase was on with a tail wag.

When Mahal grabbed another jerky, the dog sat and licked its chops, ready to spring when she threw it. It was a trained dog, alright. It paid the other two dogs only short glances of acknowledgement as they created commotion around him. Then, suddenly, his ears turned toward the water, and he let out a short, grunting woof. There was a light in the water, briefly, until it abruptly vanished.

A figure emerged from the water, and the dog took off to meet her. She—and it was definitely a she—was dressed in an all black, form-fitting bodysuit, and wearing a mask over the lower half of her face. The suit and mask combo reminded Mahal of the talent show, and the girl with the escape artistry act.

Mahal continued to study the dog's behavior. It was definitely not a stray causing her eyes to cast around for the owner's whereabouts, but she saw no one. She gave a low whistle that started low, then shot up before falling back down. Supok froze up then shot looks at her potential playmate and then her master. With a yip, she darted back to Mahal's side instantly. A subtle heat radiated off her flank as she glanced up for an affectionate pet. Idly, the girl lowered her free hand and scratched at the firehound's ear. A long, satisfied grunt escaped her muzzle.

Before the girl could snap the jerky into two and toss half of it at the hound, its posture changed. Her eyes followed its gaze toward the water. A feminine form emerged causing Mahal to stare for a moment. With a deep inhale, she averted her eyes while the woman continued to walk out. Appreciating hints of beauty was one thing, but gawking like a fool was another. "I guess you're owner of the dog?"

Slowly, the figure approached. Her gait was unfamiliar on the unstable sand, but soon enough it became clear who the figure was. She didn't just remind Mahal of the escape artist: it was her!

"̶͒͝Ĩ̵͘ ̷̎̄d̴͗͛ì̷̈́d̶̈́̑n̴͠'̫̒t̶̂͗ ̴̖̑e̷̚ͅx̷̀̆p̴͘͘è̸ct anÿ́one ê̄l̸̅̂s̵e to c̷͂͛o̷̔̃m̶͆̃ḝ̶ ̴̓here."

A garbled voice came from the waterlogged mask. Quickly, she removed it.

"Whoops. I forgot the voice modulator is broken." Xiuyang cracked a cheeky smile. "I didn't think anyone would come here this late. I like to look for critters and things in the shipwrecks. He's standing guard for me. Aren't you?" She regarded the dog with a coo. It lowered its front legs playfully, tail wagging. "Yesh you are." She ruffled his fur, and he responded by shaking off all the water, prompting Xiuyang to giggle. It was the most playful Mahal had ever seen the merchant, who was usually quite serious, even if she pretended otherwise.

Upon hearing the odd speech, Mahal's eyes shifted back. Her frown deepened until the woman pulled off her mask and spoke again. By now, Diyablos had scrambled onto her shoulder and settled in. His attention drifted to her long strands of black hair as he twisted his tentacles into them. She gently discouraged it with a touch of her hand. Actually hearing the voice confirmed her suspicions. She recalled the escape artist had purchased a cephalopod but she didn't see it anywhere. Supok gave a needy whine when she spotted the playfulness of the other canine. Puno remained dismissive as she huffed, not willing to leave Mahal's side. "He is well trained. I've been meaning to contact you to see how your ground octopus was adjusting." She snapped the jerky into three pieces before tossing one to Supok, one to Puno, and finally to Xiuyang for hers. "He was licking his jaws over it earlier."

Xiuyang lowered herself, hands on her knees as she looked down at the dog. "Have you been accepting jerky from strangers?" she interrogated her dog playfully. He replied with an indignant whine-grunt noise. Xiuyang grinned and fed him the jerky, resulting in many tail wags.

"Training a dog is nice and easy. Hui's in the water. I think she likes the tide. Gets antsy in her still tank water and pesters me to play in the middle of the night by blowing bubbles." She grabbed a bunch of her hair and tugged a bit to emphasize her frustration.

Supok greedily swallowed the chunk down while Puno worked diligently on hers. At the mention of the name Hui, her eyes darted over to the shoreline. The odds of her finding the white cephalopod was slim, but not impossible. Her other hand continued to rub Supok's ear. A low, happy whine erupted from her muzzle. The canine pressed harder into Mahal's calf forcing the girl to tilt her balance accordingly. "It's only easy if you know what you're doing. Supok needs more discipline and Puno still has her moments." Mahal stated as she continued to watch the girl and her hound.

Diyablos had started to slide down then stretched out his tentacles toward Xiuyang. "Ground octopi tend to be more active at night because the air is cooler. However, they are adaptable. I suggest getting her a toy for night time. Diyablos' favorite is a small, odd shaped bottle I put dried fish in." She took a breath than added, "I can design one for you if you wish."

"Hohoh? Trying to sell me something?" Xiuyang challenged playfully. "You know, I just might go for it. I moved back into the dorms hoping I'd spend less time commuting and more time sleeping, but in true Solari fashion, I've only used that time to get busier." She sighed. The dragonhound perched his chin on her knee, whining at his master's drop in enthusiasm. She ruffled his ears reassuringly.

There was, indeed, a white blob camouflaged amongst the sea foam, pale skin reflecting the remnants of evening's twilight. She clung to the seaweed as the waves rocked her to and fro, for the tide was low and starting to come in. "After all that pestering to take her with me, I'll bet she's sleeping," Xiuyang remarked as she also caught sight of her.

Mahal inhaled and then frowned at the accusation. Her arms crossed over her chest and she tilted her hips against Supok's pressure. Diyablos, seeing no engagement to his wiggling arms, started to trail down her leg. "No, but I suppose it sounds like it. Diyablos has worn a few of his toys down from playing with them so much."

Noticing the octopi had started to crawl down her calf, Mahal tsked. She shifted her balance as her leg lifted up and she snatched up the small cephalopod. His tentacles tried to pull himself out of her grasp. With a small sigh, the girl pulled close to the water's edge then lowered him down. In a blink of an eye, he darted underneath the water toward the small white blob. "I know Diyablos is also a handful when he doesn't get what he wants. I think he's a bit spoiled like Lunara."

"Hah. The lengths us responsible sisters will go to, huh?" Xiuyang remarked unconvincingly, as she wondered if she really was the reliable sister between herself and Desi. "I'm looking into something for her, actually. Mind if we walk and talk?" Xiuyang began pacing in the direction of the two octopi, her dragonhound following faithfully and amusing himself by jumping over the waves.

Hui lifted an eyelid as Diyablos approached. She let go of the seaweed, letting the tide drag her out as her brother got close. She let him chase her, engaging in a kind of dance. "Do you know anything about Raffaella? The one with the pink hair. Isn't it weird?" she added, as if she'd just now thought about it.

Mahal listened, her eyes surveying the beach. She caught sight of a large, half buried log in the sands. Her arm stretched out toward it as she spoke. "Let's take a seat over there. It will make it easier for the octopi to find us when they are done playing."

She started to move, mindful if the woman followed her or not. Her hounds kept close even when Supok attempted to nip at Puno. The smaller hound gave a warning growl and snorted in the firehound's direction. Upon hearing mention of Raffie, Mahal was quiet for a moment. Her hand rubbed her neck as she spoke. "Truthfully, I'm not sure what to think of her. At first, I thought she was a child that refused to grow up. Now, I'm not so confident about that."

Watching the octopi skirt along the shallows, she then added. "Why do you ask? Has she offended you or something?"

"She's definitely putting on a show. I just don't know what her aim is," Xiuyang replied as she followed Mahal. "Well, she insulted Ciro, but that's not really the point. My sister Desi was curious about her, but she's been told by her husband not to ask, which is really out of character for him. Apparently there's some controversy in Virang that didn't quite follow her here to Ersand'Enise. I wondered if you knew what it was—if there's anything more to it than baseless rumors."

Mahal thought back to Kiluaho. A part of her wondered why Ren believed the students were lying. Being with him the whole time, she knew he didn't step foot onto the wreck though there was a confrontation on the beach. She didn't know until it was revealed. A part of her suspected Raffaella had informed him for his favor. "I can't say I do. Palapar is mainly a colony of Virang, not directly tied to it. However, Lunara’s mother is part of the noble circle and I could possibly root up something. What that is, I'm not sure."

"I'd appreciate it," Xiuyang replied, seemingly a little disappointed. "A Solari not being able to dig up anything is unheard of. Never mind two. ...It's just not right," she added after a pause.

Mahal's gaze lingered on her companion a bit. Most of Raffaella and her interaction seemed to side on shallow rather than meaningful. Not a surprise since she rarely let others in. Her attention turned back to the sea as she leaned back. Diyablos had managed to reach the albino, flicking out a tentacle tip and then darting away. Daring her to chase him. "It is odd, but dwelling on it will only cause stress. If I find anything out, you will be the first to know. " Taking a breath, she continued. "There's one positive thing. Hui seems to be more active." She pointed out to the water.

"There's too much political uncertainty. Letting things slide is something I can't do anymore," Xiuyang replied, giving her dragonhound another round of headpats. "I have so many companions now. I wish I had more time for them," she said as she looked off into the water, watching Hui follow the current with her brother. Xiuyang appeared conflicted, like she really had to go, but was stalling for Hui's sake.

Mahal let movement outside her peripheral distract her. She tilted back to spot Supok stroll closer. The fire hound's tongue hung out at the side before she flopped down, her form lounging in the hot sand. She then laid her larger head onto Puno's smaller frame before she gave a shrill yawn. They were cute when they were exhausted.

Her eyes shifted back to the water as she spoke. "Sadly, we can't barter for more time. Instead, I was told a bit of wisdom once. Spending what little time I have on what I value most or my regrets will weigh me down when I stand for judgment before the Gods. " She let the words settle for a moment. "I don't understand what he means by it. One thing I do know is if something or someone matters to me, I will find the time. Even if there's consequences for it later. If I don't, what's the point of it all?"

Xiuyang seemed to fall into silence. Though she mentioned earlier her need to go, she stayed and seemed to reflect on something. Mahal thought maybe her words stirred something, but she didn't dare break the spell. Instead, they sat there as the midday sun gradually made its trip across the skies. Their eyes watched the two cephalopods bob in the waters and among the debris. Their minds blissfully oblivious of the world around them.

The Hourglass Order

Epilogue of White Thresher

A Stab in the Back?

The White Thresher was slain. It had happened mere moments earlier, but it was an undeniable, if fresh, fact. Leon had put that beyond the veil of doubt.

Now came the race for its riches, coupled with the fear of the encroaching foam and perhaps even each other. If none of the students had outright attempted murder, they had brazenly worked against each other more than once and their games of brinksmanship had consistently flirted with disaster.

Now, as a sickly steaming fog boiled over the area, Zarina found herself checking those closest to her and most vulnerable to see if there had, indeed, been many casualties. Roslyn found herself once again in the hot seat aboard the Salty Swallow, and Ciro had taken a recess from the celebrations of his crew to scan the area for dangers and opportunities, his brow intensely furrowed. Yet, for Penelope Pellerin, princess of Perrence, there was only the former.

The Fortis Orritis had eaten a battering from the pack ice and was both taking on water and listing to starboard, its binders - including her - in a desperate struggle to save it from foundering. That, to put matters simply, was all that was needed for a vile and dastardly act of sabotage and assassination.

Roslyn's eyes widened at the aftermath. The energy rippled through the water, breaking ice and shoving away nearby ships. Her fingers gripped the railing to keep her balance. However, her expression fell into sorrow and dread. A dense fog rose around the ships as the ice melted from the heat. "I thought there was a plan... " Roslyn's words broke the silence.

"I guess your 'friends' had other ideas." Diggory replied as his eyes glanced about nervously. He twisted away and then barked fresh orders to the crew. They were already hauling themselves across the deck and raising the sails. "We're getting out of here now." He looked over his shoulder at Roslyn while walking. "You're welcome to come with us or get off the ship and face the consequences."

"Wait? What do you mean? " She pulled away from the railing and followed him.

"By the gods, you're a bit of a git. You had us tether a ship full of Virangish and Eskandish to the thresher. It will be seen as an act of war. I find it amusing that they couldn't handle just the tip." He said with a playful smile, his head twisting forward again. "Enth will be expected to pay for the damages and more. Of course his Majesty won't." The man watched her put the pieces together.

Roslyn's face paled. "What...You- I didn't mean for this to spark a war."

"No one ever does, but it was going to happen. The high and mighty are always eager to swing their knobs about. No matter how innocent you claim it was, I doubt anyone will care or believe it. " Diggory shrugged as he stopped and leaned over some anchored lines. His hands began to loosen them.

"I-I'll tell them the truth. That I was just trying to help. My friends will believe me."

He paused and laughed at her. "I doubt that. Based on my experience, the powerful will let the weak drown if it makes them look better. If you tell them this was your idea, you're likely to be arrested and your family's reputation soured. A little bird like you will not survive prison for very long." He continued to argue.

Pandemonium. A failure of leadership. A plan gone to waste.

A Revidian victory.

Up in the sky stood the wildblood, as if the air was made material to the flat soles of Zarina footwear, overlooking the aftermath of the mighty creature's obliteration. And soon the evidence of a vicious and foreboding plot went with it. With a clenched jaw and arms crossed uncomfortably tightly, the Virangish dragon assessed the situation the best she could in a state where she wanted nothing more than to belittle those that did not share her vision.

Casualties and collateral damage were still accruing. The job wasn't quite finished yet, with many vultures already seeking to pick the carcass clean of any valuables. For a brief time, this supposed victory was likely to become more chaos than fanfare. And you know what they say about chaos - it is a ladder.

With one big victory under their belt, what else could the twisted partisan conflict try to greedily rake into their clutches?

There was one person, one far too important to ignore. One stuck with a damaged boat. Golden, partially reptilian hues turned to Fortis Orritis. It was a ripe moment to make a play. A moment she would seize herself, had she plotted against an exalted figure in the current political landscape. She was not going to let these ghoulish plotters get a second, easier win today.

It was sudden and jarring and Penny staggered back and fell on her rear, clutching her stomach and shielding the babies from the worst of the impact. The White Thresher was dead, but something had bumped the ship: something large, maybe a scavenger already here to feed on the carcass.

That was of lesser concern at the moment. They had just turned the corner. They had just gotten the majority of the holes patched and there was no more water coming out of the ship than going into it. There was a second bump, just as Penny was trying to stand again, and she cursed having one leg! She cursed her balance and the sway of the ship, but then came the water, gushing inwards, and she scooted back frantically, binding up walls around the hole and hanging on for dear life.

Roslyn gritted her teeth with new frustration. Diggory just smiled at her with equal parts mocking and amusement. Out of her sight, three pirates discreetly broke from their comrades. They moved with purpose to different positions. Two took up rifles and dropped to one knee near the ship’s rear. They raised their muzzles as the Fortis Orritis came into range. Meanwhile, the third man settled in beside the railing and subtly drew in kinetic energy from the waters. He pulled off his shades showing his dark and porous eyes. His lips curled into a grin and he took aim at the princess.

When the temperature dropped, Roslyn's eyes widened. She turned toward the powergazer and began to draw herself. Before she could cast any magic, the butt of Diggory's pistol whipped into her head. She crumbled to all fours. Stars floated in her vision as she tried to push back up, but her body became heavy. Like something massive was holding her down. Something warm and wet trickle down her neck. It was blood. Her blood.

Diggory stood over Roslyn and casually readjusted his pistol. "You should know, a magic school isn't the only place you can learn magic from. It's a pity. I was just starting to like ya."

"Word of advice, don't count your puffchickens before they hatched." She flipped over onto her back and sent a flare of arcane magic into the sky. It burst into a brief show of light before fading. Please someone see it. Please! Roslyn prayed as her lungs started to struggle with the pressure.

Within the myriad of energies and potential sources that'd cause the ship to rock abnormally, Zarina wouldn't have immediately guessed that the Enthish ship would have any part in it. And yet, her twisted, amber eyes were made to follow a show of light originating from that innocuous, supposedly "neutral" vessel.

A quick look and a brief draw with her unusually massive mana capacity had the draconic scout quickly assess the discrepancies within the ship. Most notably that one Hendlish girl she had gone out of her way to help.

In the blink of an eye, Zarina was no longer up above but by the railing opposite of where Roslyn had been gazing from. Her unforeseen appearance on the vessel caused it to rock slightly as if she was much heavier than she really was, potentially disrupting any assault demanding precision - it was on purpose.

“What are you doing to her?” inquired a cold and husky voice, one originating from a woman that almost looked demonic with her budding, goat-like horns, warped eyes and visible black scales on her hands and cheeks.

“What are you all doing here?” she asked again with a demanding and, quite frankly, bitchy voice. Heavy steps were taken, bridging the gap between herself and Diggory as she awaited an answer.

If Zarina had been cued in by Roslyn and arrived with a flourish, she had not been quick enough to prevent them from getting their shots off. Two bullets exploded from the rifles of the snipers and, that very moment it was money in the bank - well, their accounts, anyhow. The powergazer's twin beams leapt forth and scythed across the deck of the Fortis Orritis but, crucially, he'd been sent off-balance, and his deadly shots missed the Perrench princess by a handful of inches, chasing her across the deck but alerting her first.

One of the bullets, she stopped in midair. The other plowed harmlessly into a sail and continued somewhere off into the grey-blue sky until, at some point, it would exhaust its energy and arc down into the water below. The beams caught up to the one-legged woman before long, but she had enough raw capacity to absorb the worst of them and then - just like that - they were done and Penny rose to her foot, more or less unharmed, but eyes wide with shock, anger, and... accusation.

The powergazer simply disappeared, as did one of the snipers. There was a flash and swell of energy close to Diggory, but he was not gone. He cast about, alarmed.

Roslyn had been a bit shocked by the arrival of woman with features of beast. It wasn't what she expected, but any help was still help. She felt the pressure of gravity fade as Diggory took a step back. He somehow kept his smile, his pistol pointed away and tried to look disarming. The Hendlish girl was already getting up to her feet to shout.

Before any words came from her lips, the assassination started and failed. Suddenly two individuals vanished leaving Diggory and one sniper behind. The man cursed at his luck then turned to face the girls. "Well, the gods be damned."

His arm jerked up and fired at Zarina. Roslyn ignored the subtle itch in her elbow as she narrowed on the ball. She pulled from the bullet's momentum, slowing it down, then sling shot it back to the sender.

A bullet shot wasn't going to stop the dragon's stride. An opportunity to show just how 'impervious' a horrifer's scales were. But alas, Roslyn beat her with an accurate and powerful enough draw to redirect the shot to the sender.

“Tsk tsk.” a strange quid pro quo took form as Zarina rumbled control over the bullet before could hit Diggory. The last thing she wanted was for the big talker to disappear like the others. She was no fool to what was going on - they were either retreating to hide what they were doing, or being eliminated for the same purpose.

Below Diggory's feet began to form a portal. “You're due for a break.” she remarked as the temporal maw sought to send the vagrant to An Zenui's deserts. Luckily, it would be night time there, sparing him the harsh heat.

Diggory's eyes widened in alarm and then, just like that, he disappeared. Had he gone through Zarina's portal or elsewhere? It was hard to say. The ship rocked up and down on the waves, Zarina bristled threateningly. Roslyn cast about. The crew drew back. "I didn't know nothin'!" one insisted. "We was juss followin' orders!"

"It was all 'im, I tell yeh."

"We didn't know nuttin' about it. I swears!"

"You in't gonna go a murderin', yeh?"

"I... I was told to shoot an' I shot," the marksman said, among the last to speak. He looked about frantically, dropping his weapon and backing up with his hands raised.

Roslyn stood there and holding the energy in. She was shaking with anger as it churned inside of her. Red tingled at the edges of her vision and she forced herself to stay in place. Someone had tried to kill Penny, but she didn't know who or why. She inhaled deeply to gain control of her temper.

"Who told you to shoot?" Roslyn stepped forward. She hadn't heard Diggory give the order as she had been talking with him most of the time.

Elsewhere, aboard the Cuore Volante, Ciro Volta was trying to get a hold of Simona. It took him three attempts before she responded. <Padrone.>

<It's about time. Are they secured?>

<Two out of the three, certainly.>

<You missed one!?>

<I think I got him, but the Strega Squamosa knows temporal too.>

Ciro scowled. <Check. Immediately.>

<Yes, Padrone.>

<Over.>

There was a pause and Ciro took a moment to prod the helmsman closer to the dead beast. "If there's anything valuable there, we claim it," he commanded, but then, it appeared Simona wasn't finished.

<Padrone.>

<Confirmed?>

<Still waiting.>

<Then why are you making a social call, Simona?>

<Did we win?>

Ciro gazed out across the sea to the Fortis Orritis, where a commotion had begun. Penny was, unfortunately, very much alive, but the main goal seemed to be well underway to being achieved.

Zarina clicked her tongue a third time as Diggory vanished. It was more of a snarl with her features distorting into a disgusted grimace.

The crew soon came together and the last 'culprit' made himself known. He had surrendered, but that meant little to a temporal mage. “We don't have time for an interrogation.” she remarked, and in an instant her core was pressed against the man with the hands up, one arm coiled around his torso. “Our fates will be shared, now.” she uttered, almost poetically if it wasn't for how exasperated she sounded.

She intended to warp this one into the Tethered refuge this time. Or end up where the others had.

Roslyn tensed when Zarina moved forward. She spoke quickly as she felt the familiar itching starting again. "If you can store him somewhere, I have a hat that will help. It copies memories from people. "

"Putain!" she screamed. "Un enculé à tenté de me tuer!" She was livid, casting about for the culprit. "Montre-toi, connard, je vais te baiser ta race au point de niquer la mémoire de tes ancêtres, petite merde va!" She stalked across the deck, ready to rip a person limb from limb.

Crew members rushed up to her, their voices, faces, and bearings radiating both concern and... fear, for her rage was truly incandescent. She ripped a balustrade off of the ship and disintegrated it in midair, but then they were pointing and calling it out: the ship from which the fire had come. She laid eyes upon it and was, sadly, unsurprised. It was the Enthish pirates. "You save this ship," she warned. "I have done my work already and it has been good." She picoted on her heel, gathered from the water, and rocketed towards the Salty Swallow.

A great many miles away, at the other end of Severa, Marceline felt the heat and stench of Temporal magic. Alarmed, she pulled back on her wheels and, moments later, a bedraggled looking pirate appeared in the middle of the courtyard practically where she'd been standing. This, then, would be Zarina's work. The man scarce had time to look around when she seized him with her kinetic magic and dropped him to the ground. "Whoever you are, you're here because you just pissed off someone I like. Stay still and be good and nothing bad will happen to you."

The drop off was swift, barely ten seconds in-and-out. The goods secured somewhere few would be foolish enough to even consider looking into.

Upon returning, Zaz smirked. Penny's wrath was unleashed and rightly so. Part of her wanted to see these vermin get some just desserts.

But, alas ...

“Ah-ah-ah ...” the taller-than-usual draconic lady stood in the vanguard, right before the poor sods that did not stand a chance. “Their captain's gone. Don't actually throw away your life over a few nothing sailors.” she stood tall, arms crossed and not exactly in the most protective of stances. These people probably deserved some retribution, after all.

Ciro watched the princess have a meltdown and he almost laughed with giddy glee, but he did not, for he was master of his face, and he only cracked a small, satisfied smile that could've meant anything. Then, the news got even better. <Padrone.>

<Simona.>

<He is secured.>

<Excellent, cugina.>

<We did it, Padrone!>

<Don't get too excited. Get them to Enth.>

<On it!>

<And Simona?>

<Padrone?>

<Good work. I love you.>

<Thank you, Ciro. I love you too.>

“With a trusted friend.” Zarina whispered, eyes still on the raging bull that was the princess.

Penny arced around back of the ship and came in for a landing. "Out of my way, Zarina," she demanded, touching down on the ship hard enough to shatter some of its planks. "And you." She regarded Roslyn. "I'm in perfect control of myself." She smiled pleasantly enough, but there was something truly ugly in her eyes. "You have my word that I won't lay so much as a finger on these sacks of feces disguised as human beings." Her crutches snapped to her arms and she took a step forward, boiling with nine points of energy. Her eyes scythed through the cowering sailors. More than one dropped to the deck, vomiting or writhing in place. Even Roslyn looked queasy. "Now," the princess demanded, "Which of you was behind it? I just need one name," she offered, "then the rest of you can go home."

"Shit." Roslyn uttered when she felt Penny's power. Was she always that strong? The girl leaned against the rail, using it to balance and support herself. She pushed through the sick feeling in her body. "Penny, this is too much. They don't know. I think all the ones part of the attack were ported away."

Zarina exhaled from her nostrils and her claws drummed over her salty attire. “I don't recall you needing to touch someone to gore them, Penelope.” still, the Virangish pivoted to give a better view to the princess. “Promise you won't kill these mongrels, and you can have your interrogation. But I think the shotcallers have been swiped from us already.”

"I... I didn't know nothin', lady." The marksman backed up, but he didn't go far. His hands were raised and his body language pacifying. "That's a double negative," Marceline replied. "Just stay the fuck still." She shook her head. "I'm sure she'll be back for you before long."

"It was all the boss and a couple others. I swear it. They just turned around and changed their minds suddenly."

"Mmmm hm." Marci glanced down at her nails. "That's something you can tell her, okay?" She rolled up beside him, reached out, and patted him on the shoulder. "You just stay nice and safe and quiet here. If what you're saying is true, you have nothing to worry about, Mister Sailor Guy. Laelle!" she called, looking up, "Keep an eye on this shithead, okay?"

A younger tethered, still very much on four, hustled forward. "Uh... yes! Right. Absolutely." With that, the prisoner was secured.

"It's so much more personal when you do it with your own hands, though, not the cowards' way." She sighed and seemed to deflate a bit when the words of her two... friends seemed to match. "Swiped by who and swiped where?" she demanded. "Do we have any idea?" She shook her head, still letting loose with a massive amount of energy until she saw that Roslyn was struggling with it.

"I mean, they're Enthish privateers," she snorted, having come right up to the other two. "They went after an Eskandish-Virangish ship ostensibly to attack the thresher, but there were a hundred better ways they could've done that. Then, a brazen attempt on my life." She shook her head tight and scowled. She was cold and unequivocal now, the burning rage from a minute earlier having visibly cooled and been replaced. "Perrence demands satisfaction."

Roslyn felt the pressure gradually lessen as color returned to her face. She caught the mention about the earlier attack as her eyes shifted away. It looked bad and she hated herself for it. Why didn't she think before she acted? One thing at a time, she told herself. She'll explain and apologize about the first attack later. First, she wanted to focus on finding the actual culprits or this wouldn't be the last attempt on Penny's life. "I don't think the ones responsible for this care if you kill, hurt, or punish them."

She squinted, trying to recall everything that happened earlier. A subtle throbbing etched across the back of her skull. She reached back and gingerly touched it, feeling the small split of skin. Roslyn hissed then mumbled, "Fucker hit me harder than I expected. Starting to think pirates are bad for my health." She applied pressure to stop the bleeding.

“Temporal magic. From where? No clue.” Zarina shot a careful eye at the troupe of men, many terrified of what their fates would be. “I did not sense a temporal stench within my perimeter. I have to assume it's either a much stronger spatial magic user than myself, or someone with considerably more range.” was her analysis, eyes back to Penny and the subtle gestures that could indicate rowdy behaviour.

Then Roslyn added her input, prompting a shrug. “You're the boss of this ship now. I'll leave their fates to you, but I still counsel that you keep the princess from becoming an easy - what did they call it again?” the dragon blinked and tapped her scaley cheek with her claw. “Cassis Belly. Or something.” with another indifferent shrug, the Virangish had disappeared in a flash, keen on scouring the remains of the thresher and enforce some much needed arbitration after the recent mess.

Penny was left there, impotent in her rage, as Zarina teleported away. She'd been attacked and nearly murdered and she was the problem to be babysat. "This ship is to be interned in a neutral port," she suggested, flicking her head towards the coast and distant Zengali. "Anyone disagree?"

At Zarina's mention of "Cassis Belly", Roslyn resisted the urge to point out it didn't matter. She gripped her elbow and tensed when Zarina abruptly vanished. Her mind made a note of the mention of temporal as she was left in charge of the ship. At Penny's words, Roslyn's eyes darted around the crew. Fear etched across their features, all eyes remained on the princess as they kept silent. Not a single one dared to object. Satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, she replied. "I doubt anyone will. It wouldn't look good if they did."

Still feeling a bit guilty, she then added. "I'll stay onboard and make sure they get docked."

Epilogue of Cast Away

Stirring the Fire Within

At the conclusion of the battle, Tamatoa didn't exchange words with Mahal. He had rushed to his father's aid, made sure he would live, and focused on bringing the warriors of Moatu Suva together. But even then, when the first party raged in celebration of tensions passed, he hadn't sought her out. It was as though he was avoiding her.

Everyone on Moatu Suva slept in that night. Only toward the late morning did anyone go about their day and prepared for the next night of festivities. The sun shone bright and warm, and the gentle sea breeze soothed the skin. It was hard to believe this place was a war zone only a day ago. It was then that Tamatoa approached Mahal and asked for a private conversation.

They sat there on the beach facing away from the wreck. The seamless horizon sparkled a dazzling blue as the only noise for a time was the coming and going of waves. This place was truly a paradise. And yet, the Prince looked only to the distance with a bothered look on his face. Perhaps he hadn't left that battlefield quite yet.

"When we were back fighting off those pirates, you had the opportunity to join us. Aid me, aid my father, and yet you stayed on that ship and helped the Virangish. Why?"

Mahal eyed up her knuckles, the dark purple bruises now yellowing. Instead of celebrating, she had found a groove of trees and unleashed her fury upon them. By the time she was done, her hands were bleeding. She inhaled and dropped her arms to her side. Diyablos settled upon her shoulder as he clung about her neck. Absentminded, she stroked his side until the sound of footsteps caught her attention. She looked up and saw Tamatoa. He had been avoiding her and she suspected she knew the reason why. When he requested her presence, her head tilted before she nodded and silently followed.

Once they were out of sight, the question came. Mahal pressed her back against a nearby tree. Her legs crossed as she lowered herself down, sitting among the gritty sands. A quiet passed between them before she spoke. "Ren Baykara was on the ship and I couldn't avoid him. Besides, it was the plan to show support. Fighting alongside them accomplished that."

Mahal eyed up her knuckles, the dark purple bruises now yellowing. Instead of celebrating, she had found a groove of trees and unleashed her fury upon them. By the time she was done, her hands were bleeding. She inhaled and dropped her arms to her side. Diyablos settled upon her shoulder as he clung about her neck. Absentminded, she stroked his side until the sound of footsteps caught her attention. She looked up and saw Tamatoa. He had been avoiding her and she suspected she knew the reason why. When he requested her presence, her head tilted before she nodded and silently followed. Once they were out of sight, the question came. Mahal pressed her back against a nearby tree. Her legs crossed as she lowered herself down, sitting among the gritty sands. A quiet passed between them before she spoke. "Ren Baykara was on the ship and I couldn't avoid him. Besides, it was the plan to show support. Fighting alongside them accomplished that."

"He was there, so you couldn't." The Prince clicked his tongue in frustration and grimace, his gaze still to the sea. Although, his delivery didn't leave the impression that his frustrations were targeted at her and what she chose. His sitting posture was reserved with knees up and arms reaching out to keep them in place. "You felt fear. While you had the choice, there really wasn't one because you knew the consequences of choosing wrong and didn't want to see them." He turned to look Mahal in the eyes. His face was angry but his eyes didn't carry the weight of judgment, only sadness. "Am I right to say that?"

Mahal felt Diyablos crawl from her shoulder down to her lap. The octopus left a damp trail as he settled in the nook of her legs and toyed with her fingers. Fear. Her mind fixated on the word and she took a deep breath. A thing displayed by the weak and enslaved, not something a daughter with blood ties to noble society should feel. Her eyes lowered to hide her self disgust. Her silence answered his question clearly.

"It's not him I fear, but of ill words getting back to my father. He is not a man known for his mercy. Especially toward me. Unfortunately, I seemed to have done my task a bit too well." She inhaled then added with an angry tone. her hands balled up into fists. "It's the students' fault I'm in this position. If they hadn't picked me to aid the Virang, I wouldn't have crossed paths with him. He wouldn't have known I existed."

Tamatoa let out a long sigh has he leaned back on his hands and tried to let the tension roll off him. It didn't. "I know the feeling all too well Mahal, all too well now... I don't think we were any different than you." His hands clenched into fists as well. "We fought for them not because we agreed with their goals but because a knife hung over our heads if we resisted."

"I grew up free in this place, to have them come in and force our hand... I want this to be the last time it ever happens."

Mahal shook her head. She uncurled her fingers as Diyablos' tentacles wrapped about them. "It won't be though. The strong will always remind the weak of their place. Be it though words or physical means."

She took a deep breath. Being a noble's daughter she was taught strength above all else and where her place was. Whenever she rose above it, her father would jerk her back into line. It was a fate she would never escape and she had stopped trying years ago. What was the point when it ended in pain? "Some times, it isn't worth the pain."

"Sometimes it is worth the pain... We have our freedoms to fight for, isn't that worth putting our lives on the line for?" Tamatoa replied with a fire in his chest. "I hear theres going to be a war in Constantia, Mahal. Virang and all their forces will need to be staked on keeping their homeland safe. Maybe that's our chance to take Palapar back. We are far out and don't see the Virang patrols often, but I'm sure Moatu Suva could stand with the mainland in that goal."

It's easy to say when you've not watched your severed arm go flying across the floor. Mahal thought, but kept her mouth shut. Her eyes continued to watch her pet, but she still lisented to him. The complications rose to her attention. She wasn't just a native. She was a noble and had ties to the 'problem'. Dalma, Lunara's mother, was part of the Virangish nobility circle and so was Lunara because of blood. "Then what? How do we keep it? Virang will likely drain our country dry before they will let us stand on our own. We're a colony of theirs after all. Besides, it's more complicated for me than a simply choice."

Tamatoa paused, it seemed a thought as simple as 'then what?' had yet to cross his mind. "If they are going to drain your country dry regardless of what you do, isn't it better we get rid of them now? With them distracted in the war, we can look for allies and build up defences. If the situation is as lose-lose as you say, I would rather take my chances fighting for our freedom."

Mahal's eyes lingered on Tamatoa as she tried to find where his strength came from. She didn't understand it, but it stirred something in her. As she continued to keep her octopi in her lap, she spoke again. "I admire your bravery and hope." She exhaled then added. "I might be more jaded than I realized. My mother is native born, but my father is part of the noble circle. Being on the receiving side of his wrath, someone of his strength feels unbeatable. I notice not all the natives are magically gifted either and so there will be a lot of death if we fight."

"To shy away from war only means that the cause was not important." Tamatoa explained as if reciting a lecture he had learned time and time again. "To commit oneself to battle, to risk your life and pose risk to the lives of your enemies in defense of something is an expression of love for it. I love these islands, Mahal, I love the freedom when you take a boat to the ocean and feel the breeze against your face. As long as the Virangish stay on these islands, that will slowly be stripped from us. I can only imagine what the main land feels being under their thumb."

He turned to the girl and took her hand. "You must understand, many of us here are soldiers without cause. Freedom is something any of us would take up arms for. Besides, we have some advantages." He gave the grin of a confident man, whether or not it was misplaced was yet to be seen.

"To shy away from war only means that the cause was not important." Tamatoa explained as if reciting a lecture he had learned time and time again. "To commit oneself to battle, to risk your life and pose risk to the lives of your enemies in defense of something is an expression of love for it. I love these islands, Mahal, I love the freedom when you take a boat to the ocean and feel the breeze against your face. As long as the Virangish stay on these islands, that will slowly be stripped from us. I can only imagine what the main land feels being under their thumb."

He turned to the girl and took her hand. "You must understand, many of us here are soldiers without cause. Freedom is something any of us would take up arms for. Besides, we have some advantages." He gave the grin of a confident man, whether or not it was misplaced was yet to be seen.

Mahal knew more about the main land then the smaller islands. She watched the elites bleed the people dry as their resentment grew under the lash. Words from radicals cried for change, but the people waited for the words from the Queen. They needed the order to burn down the system and rise from the ashes. Eventually, Mahal had to pick a side.

Her eyes glanced up when she felt him touch her hand. She would be risking losing Lunara and her father, but she'd be free. Her heart wondered what that was like. Her hand squeezed his in acceptance. "It's not death I fear because there's things far worse to endure. Let's hope your advantages are enough, or we'll need to come up with new tricks."

Deep down, she knew if they lost then Ren and those like him would make examples of them. So she prayed to the ancestors to give her strength for the challenge to come. And that one day, Lunara might forgive her.

---

As Tamatoa helped her up, he presented her with a strange and rare material. She turned the pale, ivory colored stone over in her hand. He called it Ngangau Koiwi. The same material used in his father's weapon, it drained energy from magical sources. This one drew the heaviest from binding while kinetic was barely touched. Her mind thought about the hook like weapon the King wielded causing her to inquire more. Ultimately, she accepted the gift intending to use it.

After her conversation with Tamatoa, Mahal had been left feeling raw and uncertain. Unable to tolerate the bitterness, she rose onto her feet and patted her skirt clean. Her form disappeared into the jungle. While she hadn't known Fiske for long, she knew spirits became restless. Their memories could haunt the living and drive them into insanity. While her feet navigated over the twigs and branches, she sought any red coloring. Death blooms or known as tūpā were a flower traditionally burned to burned to guide the dead into the afterlife. She had preformed the rite many times through this was the first time within the last two years.

Mahal spent a good hour or two, but only found look alike ones. She sighed and crouched down to pick it. Hopefully the spirit appreciated effort more than accuracy. Next she found a large fallen branch to carve a small boat to cradle the plant. Though she didn't asked any of the students to join her, she didn't stop them from helping or joining her either. Eventually she finished her task then used arcane to set it alight before letting it drift into the ocean.

Events after

How to Train Your Dragon

Location/Date: Animal Farm, Velles 22nd
Niallus talked with the guards, inquiring about Albion's pen. Roslyn stood nearby and crossed her arms while waiting. She glanced at the Queensgate, recalling the aberration incident before pushing it aside. By now, Niallus had finished up causing the men to step aside. Walking through the cobblestone paths, she eyed the various pens and their occupants. The students' pets ranged from a giant sloth to adorable rosy threshers, each needing their own space to exist.

Finally they stopped at a small forest edging an open meadow. Roslyn saw nothing as she turned to Niallus, "So where is Albion?"

Standing next to Roslyn, the shrubbery slightly swaying in the cool breeze. His eyes slowly surveying the area, in an attempt to spot his dragon. Before he could spot her, his attention pans to into a direction, A couple of white scales catching the sun's rays. Around where the scales were rested. The grass around it was flattened off, the trees are parted just enough so that it can be a excellent place to bask in the sun.

"She's here, well normally. " pointing towards where the scales were. "Let's have a look around, but stay close to me as a precaution." Warning Roslyn as he took a couple of steps forward.

"Right, um... what type of animal is Albion? I think I forgot to ask earlier." Her head swiveled about, observing the surroundings. The sun beat down on her pale blue dress as she kept close to him. Her boots stepped across the grass, flattening it more. Some blades just behind her moved. She twisted about and knocked into Niallus' back. A fat hare bolted past. With a flash of its white tail, it disappeared into the trees. "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"She's a Dargon, A Harlequin Kite to be more precise. "After feeling Roslyn bump into his back, he turned on his heels. "What is it?" catching a shrub russle, he caught a silver shimmer close to it. Walking in front of Roslyn. "Don't make any sudden moments, as she can spit out highly poisonus siliva." He said glancing towards Roslyn then back to the foliage. "It's alright. She's a friend." Seconds passed, then, a head of a white dragon started to push past the foliage. Its eyes were a pretty shade of blue, as it stared at her owner and his companion.

"Just a hare, I think. " Roslyn replied. She tried to recall what she knew of the dragon species, but she came up empty. Before she asked more, Niallus' warning reached her ears. Roslyn froze on the spot. Her eyes followed him. That would've been nice to know earlier!

She sucked in her breath. Not even daring to draw in the sunlight, she stayed perfectly still. Don't spit. Please don't spit.

Using the joints of her wings, Albion slowly crept her way out from where she was hiding, all while not breaking eye contact. Sunlight shined off her white scales, her folded up wings, shimmering a sort of rainbow pattern from the sun. She had a magnificent aura around her as she continued her prowl towards them. If Niallus was with anyone she trusted, she wouldn't act in this way.
"That's it, Good girl." Niallus praising his dragon.

Albion eventually came to in front of Niallus, to the point where she had to slightly look down to meet her masters gaze. Then Albion nuzzled her head to shoulder, letting out affectionate churps.

Roslyn didn't like being helpless. Muscles started to tingle after holding the unnatural posture for so long. Her eyes made contact with the dragon's blue ones, even when her primal brain screamed to stop. The air in her chest started to burn up her insides. She knew better than to bolt while Albion nuzzled up against Niallus' shoulder. Her subtle misery ended when her breath cautiously released from her lungs. The girl refused to speak to avoid breaking the bonding moment.

Albions head stopped moving across Niallus's shoulder. Her eyes locked onto Roslyn, a low hum came from the dragon as she tilted her head towards Roslyn, stalking towards, as a hunter would stalk its prey. Albions nostrils flared every few moments as she came closer and closer smell Roslyns scent.
Niallus stood ready, just in case. Roslyn wasn't in danger, for Albion, this was her way to see if people pass her test.

The fabric of her dress shifted against her skin. She trembled a bit, feeling the heat and intense stare down. Her hazel eyes snapped to Niallus who seemed unfazed by the dragon's behavior. Using her willpower, the young girl stood her ground. She sank her feet into the ground and didn't budge.

"Don't you dare think about biting me." She realized how lame she sounded the moment it came out of her mouth.

Upon reaching Roslyn, Albion stood there not moving, it move its head sniffing her. Niallus walked up to the pair "See, Roslyns not going to hurt you." Niallus said to Albion, Albion however was still staring at her.

Niallus went into his satchel, looking for a treat for his dragon, pulling out a small apple. Offering it to Roslyn, spotting the apple Albion tried grabbing the apple out of Niallus's hand. He manages to hold her back as he offered the Apple to Roslyn.

Roslyn eyed up the exchange between Niallus and Albion before taking the apple. It was a hefty one with a bright red skin. In turn, she offered it up to the white kite. Gently she lowered her snout and began to chew it. While petting the muzzle, Roslyn commented. "I thought dragons usually ate meat, not fruit. "

"Most Kites eat herbs and fruit." He spoke while he petted the side of Albions head as she began eating the red apple "But Albion can eat either. Sven mentioned that her race of dragon are Omnivores. So i try my best to give her a balance of both fruit and meat." He pulls out another apple, this time a green one, "She's slowly warming up to you. Otherwise she would have probably fled by now. Do you want to feed her again?"

Roslyn wrinkled her nose a bit when she felt Albion's tongue brush her skin. It reminded her of a dog's, including the sensation of drool coating her palm. While the dragon crunched away, she glanced toward Niallus. "Oh, sure. She's covered my palm in a bit of drool."

She took the offered apple and held it up to Albion. Immediately, the white dragon's head lowered and crunched away. More saliva coated her hand as she accepted the icky sensation. "How long have you had her?"

Niallus patted Albions neck as she ate from Roslyns hand, "I've had her since she was an egg, she hatched in front of me almost a year ago." there was a lose bit of dry skin that was left over, seems that she shead her skin not to long ago.

"She's very protective over me, but she also needs to be protected. Mostly due her white scales." He stops petting her, for a moment. "When I first had this place set up for her, someone tried abducting her. Since her scales can be valuable. But no one else has tried." He simply said.

Roslyn idly stroked the dragon's cheek. She remained mindful not to catch the scales as Niallus' story echoed with human greed. It was hard for her to imagine hurting such a pretty animal for profit.

"Glad to heard that they didn't hurt her. Even for money, I can't imagine hurting such a pretty creature. At least, now." Her hand pulled back when the apple was finished. "She's pretty big for one year old. Can she fly?"

Niallus nods to Roslyn, "Yes, she can, she cant carry anyone yet, but she's getting there." giving Albion a little scratches under her jaw. He pulls out another apple. "Albion..." He said getting her to turn her head to face him, sighting the apple she moved away from the two humans. Niallus threw the apple straight up into the air, Albion stood up straight, her wings unfolded the sun catching them giving them a majestic rainbow style, her eyes tracking the apple. In an instant she took off flying straight up to catch the apple.

Roslyn's arms crossed over her waist. Her eyes observed the white dragon walk away and then lower into a pouncing stance. She turned toward him. "Niallus what are you-"

A small gust brushed past her, ruffling her skirt. Her eyes turned skyward to spot the beast snap her jaws onto the apple. Awe filled Roslyn's eyes, noting the beauty in that moment. "Whoa.... How long did it take you to train her to do that?"

Niallus looked up to his dragon, seeing her take to the sky is something that he'll always be amazed at. Watching her gracefully twril in the air, before she starts to descend back to the ground, with a last flap of her wings she adjusted herself at the right angle of her body for her hind legs to land.

Looking back to his Hendlish friend. "It took a while, the more she got the hang of it i threw it higher up." He was about to say more, but Albions head bumped his shoulder, then his waist as she began sniffing him, no doubt wanting to check if he had more treats for her. "Albion, I dont have any more." He said with a little chuckle in his tone.

The way Albion behaved, Roslyn knew the dragon was spoiled. She let out a soft snicker and shook her head, amused by the dragon's search for more treats. Her hands gathered her skirts as she stepped through the tall grass. "I don't think she believes you."

Her eyes drank in the small area of wild beauty, her form twisting once about in place. "This place reminds me a bit of home without the rolling hills. Especially in the deep woods near the manor. I half expect to see a pond come into view any moment."

Niallus managed to shoo away Albions head away from him as she sniffed. The Dragons attention turned to Roslyn, she tilted her head as if she wondered if the Hendland had them. Before Albion had a chance to investigate, Niallus pulled her away, listening to what Roslyn mentioned. "There is a little hideaway that i made, hidden a bit away. I trust you, Roslyn." as he turned Albion went on ahead, Letting out a small chuckle. He turned to Roslyn "Come."

Leading a little bit deeper into the forest, Niallus lead Roslyn to a area secluded away by trees. It was a open area where the branches that were above the area acted as sort of roof, light still broke through, but it wasn't blinding, it gave it a warming aura to it. One side of the area there was a small river, Albion walked up to the river to drink from it. On the other side, there was a small area that resembles of a makeshift living arrangements, having makeshift beds that people can sleep on it was made out of leaves and pelts, near it was a pile of books. Lasty at the centre, there was a campfire, where food can be cooked if needed.

"This is where Alibion sleeps when it rains, theres even room for a person here."

Roslyn shook her head when Albion turned to her. It wasn't hard to know what the dragon wanted as she held out her empty hands in plain sight. "Oh no, don't look at me. I don't have anymore."

She smiled when Niallus saved her from a sniff over by the curious dragon. At his mention of a hidden hideaway and trust, her right eyebrow raised. "I would hope so. I don't think I did anything to make you distrust me."

Casually, she strolled behind the taller Eskander. Her eyes scanned her steps, avoiding any lurking piles of dragon shit in the tall grass. Gradually the overhead canopy began to thick and shelter them from the sun's rays. For a moment, Roslyn felt like a character in one of her land's old stories. Her eyes darted about and expected to find some large shadow looming nearby. She stepped closer to Niallus, drawing on his presence for comfort.

When they arrived at a camp site of sorts, she took in the scene. It surprised her how cozy the place was. "Did you make this all by yourself? If so, I'm impressed."

Niallus scratched the back of his head, "Thanks, i wanted to find somewhere that was away from it all, Thankfully, one of the Zenos helped by showing me this place." He walked across the camp, to where a small pile of books were. "I often find myself staying at least once a week."

After drinking some water from the river, Albion walked over to the large animal bed, once stood on it she curled herself up to go to sleep. "Seems the Albion enjoys you being here, that's good. Esmii has the record for the fastest person shes bonded with." letting out a light chuckle.

"This as close as you can get to being in the middle of nowhere. Especially when you can't leave Ersand'Enise." With all the chaos in her life, Roslyn started to wonder if she needed an escape of her own. She stepped on the opposite side of the fire as she folded up her skirts and sat down. "I will have to bring some ale and picnic lunch next time. "

Her eyes turned to the lounging white creature as she smiled. "I'm glad she approves. As for Esmii's record, it will be safe for a loooong time."

Niallus sat next to his lazy Dragon. "True. Esmii, Sven Oweyn and Marlijn, they all bonded with her when she was a baby dragon." he said giving her a little pet. "I'm slowly training her to get use to people who aren't the people she is use too. Hopefully when she's bigger. I'll train her so she'll can used as rideable mount." He looks to Roslyn "Would you be interested?"

Roslyn's eyes drifted to the dragon snuggling up to Niallus. Her imagination considered what it might be up in the clouds as her attention drifted off. Pulling herself back to earth, she nodded. "Absolutely!"

Realizing the volume, her hands pulled up and clasped over her mouth for a moment. With a sheepish look, she then added in a softer tone. "Sorry, a bit excited. Yes, I would love to. Are you going to train her in Eskandish or Avincian?"

Albion looked up to Roslyn after her little excitement about riding a dragon. Niallus let out a little chuckle, "Well you're enthusiastic, thats good." He remarked. "No need to apologise Roslyn." as he left Albions side giving her one last pet, to let her rest. Niallus went to where Roslyn was. "I'll be training her in both Avincian first since she's almost big enough to ride. Then Eskandr. She'll need to memorise the areas from the sky." He walked past Roslyn getting ready to leave, when Albion came striding up behind Niallus, wanting more nuzzles, "I got to go, I'll come back for a bit in the morning." the Dragons gaze glanced in Roslyns direction, as if she was next to attacked by affection.

"Hard not to be. Though also a little terrified, " Roslyn added with a shrugged. She frowned when she heard the mention of Albion learning two languages. Her eyes glanced over to the creature currently nuzzling the dark haired man, "I might suggest limiting it to one. Most humans find it hard learning multiple languages and I can't imagine it's easy for a dragon."

Her head followed his form, hiding her disappointment, then rose up on her feet. She dusted off her skirt and then noticed the beast sizing her up. Holding up a finger, she spoke firmly. " No. I haven't time to be mauled by an attention seeking dragon. I'll bring you an apple when I come to visit again."

They stared at each other for a long moment before Albion moved toward her. Roslyn cried out before she twisted about, her feet rushed for the exit. Somewhere behind her, she caught Niallus' booming laughter then called the dragon back.

Truth or Cider

Location/Date: Beer Garden, Velles 23rd.
Roslyn bit her lip as she put the quill to paper. She wasn't sure where to begin, but forced her hand to write.

Dear Xiuyang,

I invite you to join me in the Beer Garden after classes. I hope you don't mind testing some new cider recipes and getting to know each other. There's a fun game from Hendland I'm hoping to share with you.

Sincerely, Roslyn.

She glanced at the letter with scrutinizing eyes. Her hand placed the quill back into its well before pressing her fingers over her lips. The words didn't feel right no matter how much she tried. Instead of spiraling and redoing it over, she swallowed her worries. She folded it up, poured hot wax and then pressed in the seal. She discreetly handed it off to Xiuyang when they had Preservation class together the next day.

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Roslyn pulled onto her toes and reached for the small glasses in the cabinet. Taking them down one by one, she split them between two trays. She had the number she needed, causing her to thump back onto her heels. Carefully, she organized them neatly before sliding them next to several jars. Each one had a different symbol painted on the label. Mostly of it was nonsense save to Roslyn as she took a moment to breathe.

"Now, I need to get these from here to the table, " She sighed and glanced at the sundial. "I still got time."

With the war and other heavy topics of late, the Hendland girl felt the two of them needed a break from it all. Today was going to be nothing, but fun and getting to know each other. That meant a drinking game though with cider instead of alcohol. Rolling up her sleeves, she stacked the trays on top of each other then hoisted them up. She managed to finish up just when Xiuyang arrived. "Glad you can make it."

The letter was received by a sleep-deprived but relatively chipper Xiuyang. Her eyes questioned if she should open it right away, and upon reading it, she gave Roslyn the OK. Then, it was back to her notes. A student sitting next to her seemed to notice that she was writing things down before the Zeno even talked about them, and spent most of the class staring at her notebook in disbelief.

When Xiuyang arrived, she stood still for a while, waiting for her ears to catch whatever Roslyn just said. It was awkward enough that she finally removed her beanie. It occurred to her that it would be useful to learn how to read lips like Oksana. "I'm keeping my schedule free for a while. That last mission was nothing short of stressful." While she spoke of the mission, she thought of the things that happened around and after it just as much. "You seem well. What's all this, then?" she said, gesturing to all the jars. Reminds me of how Trypano labels chemicals...

Roslyn raised an eyebrow, but kept her pleasant grin. She uncorked the first jar and then poured. The ember liquid rose swiftly to the top of two of the glasses. At the mention of being well, she paused for a bit and slowly put it back. It reminded her about Mezegol, more specifically the portal home. The dark truth was screaming no, but she didn't want to ruin the moment.

Clearing her throat, Roslyn quickly latched onto Xiuyang's question. "Oh, yeah. This batch is cider with cinnamon, there's a crude apple here with a stick. " She pointed to the uneven, lump 'apple' with a triangle growing out of it and a dash line beside it. She bit her lip. "I'm sad to say, I'm no Tku when it comes to art. This is the best I can do."

Roslyn gestured for Xiuyang to sit across from her. "Anyways, lets focus on having some fun first. You can start. You tell one truth and one lie. I have to guess which is the truth. If I am wrong, I take a shot of cider. If I'm right, you do. And just a warning, I don't know if they taste good or not. I experimented with the favors and methods."

"I'm no better. If I draw a heart, there's about a fifty-fifty chance it looks like a butt," Xiuyang replied, eyeing the symbols with some relief and renewed curiosity.

Then came the introduction of the game. "A truth and a lie, huh." ...This seems like the kind of game that gets saucy by the end, like truth or dare.

Her default grin widened. "Sure. Then, between these two: one, I've never lost a drinking contest, and two, I was pretending to be drunk when I had my first kiss."

Roslyn chuckled at the thought of a heart shaped butt. Her arms crossed underneath her as she took a seat and leaned forward. She rolled her tongue against the inside of her mouth in thought. "Ummm, that's a tough one. I'm going to guess the second one is the truth and first is a lie."

"HaHA!" Xiuyang cackled, clapping her hands twice. "I love it! I love your mental image of me as an innocent maiden who wouldn't just go for it! Not that I didn't try that gambit, mind you. It just didn't work." Xiuyang grinned, blushing. "It's true, I haven't lost yet, but only because I don't pick fights I can't win. I didn't challenge Mountain Spring. He would've toasted me. I've had a few salty opponents declare a draw, though. It's fun to see which 'runs out' first, the alcohol or their pocketbook!" she snickered. "First round of cider is yours, Rose. Or do we both take a shot at guessing first?"

"I took a guess, and lost. Just don't challenge a hegelan and you might keep your win streak." Roslyn commented, amused by Xiuyang's trickery. " No, I take the first shot. Based on my reaction and description, you get to decide if you want to try it or not. Let's hope this doesn't taste like shit."

She lifted the glass before tilting it yup and gulping it down in one shot. A strong, cinnamon burn raced along her tongue chased back by the bitterness of apples. The wooziness hit her harder than she expected as she set it back down. "That burns more than I expected. I might've let that one ferment too long. Reminds me of Firetail Whiskey, but with a bit of bitter apple. Be careful with that one."

She inhaled then shook her head clear. "My turn." Clasping her fingers together, she pressed her forefingers to her lips for a moment. "Choice between: My first taste of alcohol was from my gandfather's secret stash or I set my brother's trousers on fire during a planned dinner. "

"Heh. I'll outdrink a hegelan, no problem," she replied smugly as she retrieved a shot glass from her bag. "The way you describe the profile, this feels appropriate," she said as she proceeded to take a shot of the cider. "Hey, it's pretty damn good like this."

Xiuyang listened to the choices Roslyn gave and couldn't help but smile. "Okay. My gut is telling me the first one is true, but I'm going to guess the second one just because I need to hear that story. I don't care if you made it up, I just need to know how you imagined that happening."

"Well, you can keep that jar if you like it. I can always make more. I didn't expect the cinnamon to kick up like that." Roslyn commented, then sighed. "Well, I wish you had gone with your gut. I might've won. But, the other one also is amusing to tell as it's not a full lie."

She grabbed the other jar and poured two more shots, passing one over to Xiuyang. This one had an odd bump oval on it. "This one has lemon in it. Wish me luck." Down it went as Roslyn sat there. She licked her lips then debated inwardly, finally breaking the silence. "The favors are definitely stronger, but I liked the earlier one better. Might be because I'm not a lemon fan."

Roslyn continued with her tale. "I was twelve and we were entertaining some noble company during that dinner. Garith had made me rather cross the day before and so I wanted to get even. I tried to do an illusion spell. Instead of looking like he shat himself, I created a spark and he rushed into the nearby pond to put it out."

She bit her lip thinking of her water soaked brother emerging with a glare at her. "He didn't talk to me for a few weeks after that. Grandfather was upset, but father snickered at it."

Xiuyang just grinned even wider on her second win, but she still tried the cider. "Whoo! Strong, aye. It kicks your ass, but isn't that the idea? ...This is good stuff, eh, Rose? Take some pride in it." She gave her trademark wink and smiled.

"Sounds like your dad has a real sense of humor. I wish I'd tried that on my sister. Would've been worth it." After a moment, she remembered it was her turn. "Ah, hmm. Okay, round two: one, my dad acts like a curmudgeon, but he's actually a huge charmer—a ladies' man! And two: my first alcoholic drink put me in a hospital bed."

"I guess so, but it wasn't what I was expecting. I might send some of these home later and see what he thinks about it." Roslyn glanced at the glass. She smiled at the mention of her father. He was the type that would slide down the banisters with her when no one was looking or chuckling at her antics. Sadly, not all of her memories were fun and games. He had taken on the role of a noble and ensured their family thrived. It meant sacrifices.

As Xiuyang started her next round, Roslyn poured another set of drinks. This time the apple had lemon and mint in it. She frowned a moment. "Umm, I think you're trying to be tricky again. I've only met your father once. I'm going to say the first one is the truth and second is a lie?"

"Ahh, you've only met him once, but you have a good eye. Pass me that shit," she said as she prepared to take the cider. "Mm. Tastes like defeat. Uhh. It's not bad, but the flavor profile is a bit... busy, I guess. They can't all be good, ay?" she offered apologetically.

"Suppose I ought to explain. To be clear, you didn't hear this from me, or in general, hm? My father doesn't have a wandering eye or anything, but he shares a blood type with the Berbignon kid. So does my sister Maria, so watch out if you do business with her, since she has fewer scruples than him. Alas, poor me had to develop natural talent," she japed.

"The latter is a story my sister Desi likes to tell. We used to prank each other, a lot. One time, she was dressing a wound of mine, and giving me a hard time about crying over it—I was like, four—so when she turned her back, I hid the alcohol she was using. When she asked me where it went, I faked a burp, and, well..." she snickered. "You can imagine the rest. Our pranks turned rather mundane after that one, but to this day, she insists that I was actually dumb enough to drink it. She's not a petty girl, but she never let that one go. I probably deserve it."

"Yep, I would be more surprised if there wasn't any. Experiments don't come without some sort of risk. " Roslyn commented as she gave a tentative sip. Her nose crinkled up. "I agree with you on the taste, it's a bit too much. Even the apple flavor is tasting off."

Her eyes widened when Xiuyang explained. She struggled not to laugh, the sound coming out like a stifled chortle. It sounded like something her brother would've done when he was younger. "I wish I could say the same about ours. They hit a peak when I was thirteen, then grandfather told us to stop it or he'd make us. We never tested it to see if he was serious about that."

Roslyn's shoulders rolled with her deep inhale as she continued. "Okay, here we go. When I was seven, I took one of my mother's necklaces and buried it. Second one is that during a game of hide and seek, I once broke my arm after trying to hide on the roof of the manor."

Xiuyang reached for her gourd, only to find that nothing would come out but drops. "Again?" she muttered irritably. Barely resisting the urge to slam it down on the table, she considered the options. "Well, I'm going to hope that second one is false," she offered.

Roslyn spotted Xiuyang's frustration. She considered saying something, but kept her silence until her friend made her guess. The girl made a playful shrug, trying to keep the situation light and fun. "Well, I have had broken bones before but not during that incident. So right again."

After taking her drink, her nose crinkled a bit and stomach tightened. It wasn't horrible, but it was not the best either. Especially compared to the past ones. "I'm not sure I like this one. I should've had something on hand to purge the flavor between shots."

She poured them each another round of the first one then slid Xiuyang one. " This might help." Roslyn settled back and moved on to detail her story a bit more. "So, to further elaborate on the story. It was a bit of an ugly piece and I forgot where I buried it. We, alongside the servants, spent all afternoon digging and looking for it. Never found it. I discovered later that mother never liked the thing and I got off far easier than I should've."

Xiuyang tried the cider anyway, as she did every time. Her nose crinkled too, and she slammed the glass down. "Fuck yeah! This is the best one. Top. Shelf," she declared. For a moment, she forgot about the game entirely and just kept drinking. After a minute, she sobered up, figuratively speaking. "Shit, I dunno if I have any more interesting stories to tell. Not much to talk about after childhood. Work, work work," she swung her glass back and forth to accentuate the monotony. "Much of it confidential—and I don't wanna talk about my love life. That's private too. Ciro's a gentleman, and I wanna respect that and have *some* class." She swilled the remainder of her drink around. "What else, what else..."

Roslyn shook her head, a smirk on her lips. Her form leaned back as her eyes shifted to the left in thought. "Not many people like to talk about their relationships. Mother was the same way. I'll likely be the same with whoever father arranges for me."

If I don't die before then. She inhaled and brushed off the negative thoughts. Somehow, despite everything, she managed not to falter in her smile. "Just keep things light and fun. "

"Light and fun," parroted the sleep-deprived Rettanese. It was about then that Xiuyang thought she saw something in Roslyn's eye, too, but she dismissed it as her own drunken eyes playing tricks on her. "Ah, I got one more," she replied, suddenly struck with inspiration. "How I made my first bit of coin: on the stock market, or betting on a fight?"

Roslyn poured another round and what she expected to be the last. She watched the liquid rise until it reached the rim then stopped. The lumpy apple had been joined by an oddly shaped circle and haphazardly striped bee. Mango and honey. She slid over Xiuyang's glass while she held her own.

"I wanna say stock market, but I'm going with the bet. I feel like if it is right, there's more to it."

"Sorry, but it's the stock market. That's my dad, right? Just what an eight-year-old girl wants to do." She gestured to try the cider too. "I did bet on fights though. Not much else to do while out at sea and the binders aren't working. Besides, if I lost, I could just cry until they gave me my money back." She grinned mischievously.

Roslyn tossed back her shot, letting it settle on her tongue. Her eyes widened in surprise at the subtle sweetness and tang in her mouth. She made a note to produce more for Maura to try and possibly circulate to the taverns. Maybe one or two jars for her zeno group at the end of the semester. "This one turned out rather well. Got a nice taste to it that isn't just apple flavor. "

She got herself another glass and leaned back. "Well, I guess life can't always be exciting. My childhood was playing in the fields, meadows, and woods. My nanny was frustrated because I managed to slip away whenever she turned her head. Mother said I told her I learned it from small folk in the valleys."

Xiuyang shrugged upon trying it. "I like the ones with more bite. If I want something sweet, I'll just get a juice." Still, she finished it. "The Rettanese have a saying—more like a curse, really: 'May you live in interesting times.' There's something to be said for the ordinary moments and well-worn paths through life. Then again, people always want what they don't have." She slouched back, her limbs spilling out of her chair in a very inelegant but equally 'Xiuyang' way. It drew attention to the fact that she was doing less of that, lately.

"With everything that's been happening lately, I'm definitely living in 'interesting' times." Roslyn exhaled, taking another drink. "There's some days I just want to scream or toss things."

Realizing she was dipping into unpleasant territory, the girl returned to the game. "Here's the last one. I sneaked out to the woods, only to get lost and barely made my way back home. Or I once kissed a boy beneath an apple tree before rushing home and blushing into my pillow."

Xiuyang smiled. "We all are, and no doubt." She tried her gourd again, and was able to get one little sip. "The second story sounds like something you'd do," she wagered.

"You should go a little easier on that gourd or I will need to haul you back to your dorm." Roslyn tilted her head, "You'll be surprised to learn that you're wrong. Everyone in town knew about the curse. Despite the respect my father's side had with the town, I think people were too scared of me passing it onto them. I did once catch a farmer boy sizing up my brother's ass though."

She held back a snicker at the memory. "Poor boy stumbled over his words when I mentioned it. I thought he was going to burrow into the hops field and pop up next spring."

Moving on to the next story, her expression relaxed and her tone became a bit more sober. "It was during the hours of Ipte that I got a stupid idea. If I 'disappeared' the day before I went to Ersand'Enise, they would send Garith instead. That plan didn't work out well. I started to get scared after a few hours." The girl took a breath and continued. "Then I heard a giggle and spotted something move out of sight. Suddenly, a small orb of light appeared a small distance ahead. I followed it until it disappeared. That's when my home came into view."

"I won't get drunk," Xiuyang replied matter-of-factly. For a long time, she used to think that it was impossible, but then she'd met Hill's Pond. She smiled at the memory, not allowing the incident that happened after to drag it down to oblivion.

She tried the cider, and nodded approvingly. Another excellent batch by star brewer Rose. "Woh." She blinked at the first story. "I thought the whole... you know. I thought that was a rich people thing," she said, referring to the boy with eyes on her brother. "Huh."

She nodded along soberly to the second story. "A real forest fairy story, huh? I did a similar thing, actually." If such a thing were possible, she slouched back even more lazily than before. "You're sworn to secrecy, but I didn't want to go to school. I wanted to keep traveling and doing business meeting stuff with my dad. Obviously, the life I wanted there was naive. I didn't have that much responsibility, so it was more like a permanent high-luxury vacation with my favorite person in the world. Which, to be honest... I still kinda want that." She smiled as she pictured sailing across the world with Ciro.

"So I got this funny little idea. If you want to learn binding magic, you have to build up a reputation as someone with trusthworthy morals and all that shit, right? So if I picked binding, I could put off school and we could keep doing our thing. It actually worked—kinda—but I did end up getting really interested in the Gift. So, I did end up going in the end, but it made it hard to fit in. First year, I made barely any friends aside from Ashon. I was both older and further ahead in my studies than most of the others. Girls were jealous, boys were intimidated, so I just focused on studying and making bank."

She had a sudden realization. "Girls, boys. Listen to me talking like we're still just kids going to school. With all the fucked-up shit that's happened, we should all be honorary adults." She tilted her head back, placed her gourd to her lips, and just left it there. She laid there like she had no intention of ever moving again, just soaking in the absurdity of her life. Then, slowly, she lowered the temporarily exhausted gourd. She *was* an adult, she reminded herself soberly. How the hell was *everyone else* coping?

"Nope, they have their preferred tastes as well. I felt sorry for him because I've only seen my brother flirt with women." Roslyn said, struggling not to giggle in her drink at Xiuyang's surprise. "Stuff like that is usually kept in the dark and not openly admitted to. Families need heirs to pass their legacy onto and you're not getting one that way."

The girl leaned forward, letting her arms fold underneath her. Any air of the modest and timid baroness she had, was lost now. When she caught Xiuyang mentioning they were adults, she smirked in amusement. She had done more than her father and grandfather combined, but she didn't feel like one.

"My lips are sealed with any and all secrets." She raised her arm and pressed her forefinger against her mouth in a hush gesture. Her fingers rotated her shot glass as she thought about something. "That sounds familiar, but I was more of a flower on the wall. Valerian was my savior during my first year." The girl sighed thinking of him and the fact he never returned to school. "Sadly, he withdrew from the school and I doubt we'll cross paths again. It's funny, I had a crush on him, but he's got better opportunities."

Her eyes turned to Xiuyang. "I'm happy to see most of my friends seem to have found people that love them. Despite all the messed up shit, you all deserve some happiness. "

"I~ knew it," Xiuyang drawled in an accusatory tone, pointing an accusatory finger, much as a drunkard ought. "You liked him! You just wouldn't admit it." She cracked a foxlike grin.

Roslyn gave her friend a raspberry before she added. "Of course not. I don't think a Marquess would waste time on a Baroness. Besides, he had a lot of girls swooning over him. Moment I said anything, I'm sure there would've been a knife in my back when I wasn't looking."

"Oh, don't I know it." Xiuyang slumped back down, nursing her gourd. "It's not *as* bad since we're both merchants, but you must know a load of harpies are wondering why a handsome specimen like Ciro is choosing to entertain a *'damaged flower'* like me." She puckered her lips rudely as she mimicked the snobby accent, along with an attempt to inhale and spit out some phlegm, which ended dry and unproductive.

Roslyn had made the mistake of taking a sip of her drink. When she spied the mockery display, she snorted and a burning sensation climbed up her nose. Her hand came up to stop herself from spewing her cider out. Midway between a laugh and a cough, she replied. "This might be a bit of a romantic take, but I think he looked beyond the surface and liked what he saw. Love doesn't always make sense. I learned that by watching my parents. Here's to love, hope, and a bright future."

She raised her drink for a toast.

Xiuyang cast an eye Roslyn's way, smiling knowingly to herself. Perhaps she was right. Or, perhaps it was because she had done everything in her power to make herself useful. A marriage between merchants was a practical matter, after all, before it was a romantic one—and since she had both, she was all the more eager to do everything she could to keep him—but that was a mouthful, and not very romantic. "You might say that," she agreed simply.

She reached, moving her glass toward Roslyn, but with her current posture it was impossible to reach. She feigned exasperation, sarcastically sitting up in her chair properly to meet her for a toast. "Cheers."

Prologue to Bog

Location and Date: Ersand'Enise, Velles ???

Lil' Bird,

When we broke into your last year's experiments, I realized how much I miss you. Especially, with the hops harvest coming around Ardanes and then brewing work to come. You will be happy to hear that Miss Mercador's contacts have arrived a few days ago. Even Garith was impressed. We're starting to expand our brew deliveries beyond the local towns, but its slow going.

I got word from the MakAndzey clan head that they are looking for a replacement and sent me a reminded we're still under contract. I fought back the urge to reply that we haven't broke it.

Now to touch on your earlier request, it is a yes. We would be delighted to receive you and any friend you bring for your next visit. I hope it will be soon.

Roslyn's eyes absorbed her father's sentiments in his latest letter. Her form slouched as she continued to read. Having grown up reading his writings, it didn't take her long to decipher his chicken scratch. Brewers weren't known for their elegant writings after all.

While cleaning up one of the studies, Esther found a wobbly floor board. I had to pry it open and found a stack of papers within. Such an odd place to hide them, isn't it? I read through them before realizing the handwriting belonged to your mother. They were written around the time she attended Ersand'Enise.

Her eyes tightened, her form straightening up at the shift in tone of the letter.

I've never known your mother to write tales of fancy. She didn't enjoy reading fiction, but I find it hard to believe what she wrote wasn't the truth. Garith suggested sending it to you along with the next shipment. I pray you stay safe.

Roslyn set the letter down then turned to the small parcel. A small collection of papers were neatly tied up and wedged in the center of the bottles. She cautiously removed it then began to read.

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Other Scenes

Lies Hidden in the Blood

Place: Palapar within the Agha family residence
Time: 13th of Velles, DZ38 ( 17 years ago)

Selim's eyes drank in the Darhannic wall shrine before him. At the center stood Vashdal, both the masculine and feminine forms locked in embrace. His arm wrapped loosely about the small of her back while hers rested across his neck. Their faces turned down at the world disc held against their navels. Despite the direction of their gaze, their eyes stayed closed and deep in slumber. Their long robes defied gravity while it flowed about them on the wall.

The healer's gaze lingered to admire the sculptor's efforts. Somehow, he managed to capture divinity in stone. With a deep breath, Selim folded his hands against the floor and bowed his head against them. Before his prayer began, the doors slammed open. Footsteps approached him rapidly. A voice boomed an accusation at him. "They learned about her from you, didn't they? Answer me!"

Selim took a breath then straightened up. His face turned to the man and they locked gazes. "Yes." He said boldly.

The elite's fury rolled off him as his hand slapped Selim's face. The force sent the healer to his side as every servant and slave flinched. Selim held his hand to his split cheek. He didn't dare make eye contact again or mend the cut. Ruslan loomed over him. "Why? All you had to do was follow instructions and I would arrange the rest. Instead, you sent a letter about them." He held his index finger up to emphasis his point. "Now, her family's eyes are on us..."

He trailed off, but Selim didn't need to know the rest. He already knew what would happen if one of the children died prematurely. Dalma's family would investigate, discover the ruse, and leave Ruslan in disgrace. Her family didn't take kindly to trickery of any sort. Silently, Selim sent up his gratitude to Oraff and Shune for their aid in his small gamble. Without their blessings, it wouldn't have succeeded.

The heat between them hit its peak before it fell into a subtle tension. Ruslan drew in the light then sterilized his hand. After collecting himself, he spoke again. "Despite what you believe, this was not mercy. Death would've been a better fate for her. You'll realize that in time."

Leaving behind those ominous words, Ruslan departed.

The Hourglass Order

Roslyn Wicke

"I pray to Dami I'm doing the right thing."

The Rise and Fall of the White Beast

Roslyn could see the jaws of death approaching her before... Suddenly she appeared on the deck of a ship. Her elbow itched as she fell onto her knees. There was a roar of cheers then a rush of feet, men scrambling to join the fight.

"Well, never thought I see an angel drop into our midst. Especially in such a pretty pose." Roslyn looked up with a frown. An average looking Enthish man with messy brown hair and grey eyes offered her a hand. "Need help? Name's Diggory, what's yours?" Roslyn gritted her teeth then then took the offer. "Roslyn. Where's the harpoons? By now, Taleja's message had reached their ship.

"Being loaded. I suggest we see how the beastie likes being on a leash with a bigger ship." The man chuckled. Roslyn had been about to say something when she realized what he meant. "That's... Not a bad idea actually."

She grinned then used kinetic to boom her voice to the Heraldik för Fiskar and others nearby. "Hey, I have an idea! We'll tether the Heraldik to the beast's carapace. If we target that area, maybe we can weaken it enough for you to pull off a piece. It will expose the flesh underneath."

Once she heard agreement to it, the men swayed their ballistas about. One at the monster and the other at the Heraldik. Once she spotted a sizeable crack in the beast's body, Roslyn screamed. "Fire!" Her kinetic magic poured into the harpoons to guide them to their targets.

When the ship moved, Roslyn's balance failed. Her feet skidded across the water soaked deck and she plowed right into Diggory. The Enthish man grunted as he stopped them both from going overboard. Others weren't so lucky. Roslyn spotted the cap of a flush faced captain before he fell into the water, screaming his lungs out. She rushed to help, but Diggory stopped her. "You should heal that."

"I'll be-, " Roslyn hissed in pain trying to pull her arm from his gasp, "fine. "

That wasn't true. Diggory sighed deciding he needed to do some drastic measures. His free hand suddenly grasped the splinter's end. "Sorry, luv but some times you need to know when to pull it out!"

Without warning, he ripped out the debris. Roslyn's eyes widened in shock. Blood leaked freely from her side as instinct overwhelmed her selflessness, her hand reached to clutch her side. She counted the seconds then inhaled, focusing on healing herself.

As Roslyn finished stitching her skin together, she seemed all right for now. The men had started to file into order as the first mate barked orders. The girl's eyes turned to the towering waves of water and ice barreling at them. Her breath stuck in her throat before she spotted the a possible path through the waves. "Wait, I think I see a path through the waves." She start to point, but the first mate shook his head.

"No," His voice growled as he turned his head to face her, "Ya done enuff. Now make yorself useful or keep outta of the way, girl!"

Roslyn's teeth gritted tightly. She reached for the wheel only to be shoved back. "By the Hells, stubborn wretch aren't cha?"

"Yeah, I am." Pouring chemical magic into her veins, she increase her strength. She managed to rip the wheel to the side, redirecting their course to the path she spotted earlier. She prayed this wouldn't end up killing them.

The two struggled. Roslyn's hard twist of the wheel caused the ship to veer toward the ice, sending the captain down on one knee. Quickly she stepped closer to the helm and squinted ahead. Ahead the sounds of ice rumbled and cracked apart. The path she spotted earlier came into view immediately. With a exhale of relief, Roslyn smiled. It was short lived when she felt herself jerked from the wheel. Diggory and an almost identical man gripped her tightly as she yelled. "Let go, please! There's a path there, I swear it!"

The sensation of metal pressed into the small of her back. Diggory's lightheartedly chuckled. "I love it when they get feisty. However, you need to settle down. Strong as you are, I doubt you can handle a shot from ol' reliable at point blank range."

Gradually, the captain rose to his feet and towered over her. Roslyn gritted her teeth and glared back at him. His mouth opened...

CRAAACK! Everyone's eyes turned to spot the earlier path abruptly blocked by ice. Silence fell on the crew.

"Bwhahaa..." Diggory laughed, the rest rumbling afterwards with a few mocking comments. Roslyn's arms were released and Diggory holstered the pistol. "Seems she saved us from being crushed. So now what?" (edited)

She took a deep breath. Her eyes flickered to the unconscious Thresher as the ships closed in on it, most of them ready to kill it. For a moment, questions poured into her mind. She wanted to do the right thing, but what was that? Did it matter? Was this going to end up like Vossoriya again? Where they going to leave the place worse than when they arrived? Could they fix it if they did?

"IThe two struggled. Roslyn's hard twist of the wheel caused the ship to veer toward the ice, sending the captain down on one knee. Quickly she stepped closer to the helm and squinted ahead. Ahead the sounds of ice rumbled and cracked apart. The path she spotted earlier came into view immediately. With a exhale of relief, Roslyn smiled. It was short lived when she felt herself jerked from the wheel. Diggory and an almost identical man gripped her tightly as she yelled. "Let go, please! There's a path there, I swear it!"

The sensation of metal pressed into the small of her back. Diggory's lightheartedly chuckled. "I love it when they get feisty. However, you need to settle down. Strong as you are, I doubt you can handle a shot from ol' reliable at point blank range."

Gradually, the captain rose to his feet and towered over her. Roslyn gritted her teeth and glared back at him. His mouth opened...

CRAAACK! Everyone's eyes turned to spot the earlier path abruptly blocked by ice. Silence fell on the crew.

"Bwhahaa..." Diggory laughed, the rest rumbling afterwards with a few mocking comments. Roslyn's arms were released and Diggory holstered the pistol. "Seems she saved us from being crushed. So now what?"

She took a deep breath. Her eyes flickered to the unconscious Thresher as the ships closed in on it, most of them ready to kill it. For a moment, questions poured into her mind. She wanted to do the right thing, but what was that? Did it matter? Was this going to end up like Vossoriya again? Where they going to leave the place worse than when they arrived? Could they fix it if they did?

"I pray to Dami I'm doing the right thing. " Roslyn mumbled to herself as she gripped the helm. "I need to get a bit closer to the Thresher. I'm going to try and make it sleep drunk."

"Why would you do that?"

"Cause I'm not most powerful when it comes to magic. I know my limits so I aim to improvise. If I keep it asleep, it can't attack or move," Roslyn replied with surprising determination.

"And I thought I was crazy. Well, I'm loading the cannons for when this backfires on you." He turned away with orders to the crew. Roslyn sighed, then she continued to guide the Salty Swallow through the ice and waves. She closed her eyes and drew on what she could. When she got to the right position, she cast a spell she never thought she would use again. "Drunken hells."

Please... don't let this end in another disaster, she silently pleaded. " Roslyn mumbled to herself as she gripped the helm. "I need to get a bit closer to the Thresher. I'm going to try and make it sleep drunk."

"Why would you do that?"

"Cause I'm not most powerful when it comes to magic. I know my limits so I aim to improvise. If I keep it asleep, it can't attack or move," Roslyn replied with surprising determination.

"And I thought I was crazy. Well, I'm loading the cannons for when this backfires on you." He turned away with orders to the crew. Roslyn sighed, then she continued to guide the Salty Swallow through the ice and waves. She closed her eyes and drew on what she could. When she got to the right position, she cast a spell she never thought she would use again. "Drunken hells."

Please... don't let this end in another disaster, she silently pleaded.

When the massive arcane attacks connected with the beast, light filled the area. It burned Roslyn's eyes causing her to turn away. Sound became swallowed by the rippling boom that rocked the surrounding ships. Her hands seized the railing as she fought to stay on her feet. Gradually the ringing in the girl's ears began to die down and the shouts of sailors return. Her sight turned to the beast and its condition.

It was dead...

The Hourglass Order

Mahal Agha & Ren Baykara

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Cast Away

Location: Upon the Altin Ogul

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Mahal tensed when she was set to the side and sat down. The throbbing in her shoulder radiated in waves before growing numb. She turned her head to examine it. A purple ring formed about the joint. The young girl tried to flex her fingers, finding the movement delayed. She gave a frustrated snort at the injury.

A pair of footsteps approached her, drawing Mahal's eyes up. Before her stood a Virangish officer, no more than ten years her senior, with braided yellow hair. Her right eye had a patch on it alongside some burn scars. "Give me your arm."

Mahal stretched it out toward the binder. The woman took her time examining it then drew in energy from the ocean's kinetic power. Mahal felt her tendon start to tighten and reweave back to its original state. However, compared to Lunara's or other students, the process was rather slow. Her foot tapped impatiently on the deck while she waited.

Ren Baykara stood atop the deck and smiled at their progress. Volley after volley of cannon fire had come and been directed at mages on either side of the boat, and he'd played an ample part in that. He thought since the pink one had left that he'd be engaging in this battle alone, and that was more than fine for him, but two aces that he never saw came into play.

The first had been the locals. He'd never anticipated them to sally forth, and whether that was the work of the girl that had rallied the threshers, a desperate gambit for mercy or the work of the various students, it was a play that he hadn't seen coming. They'd handily occupied a good portion of the pirate forces, and it had saved him great effort by occupying the captain.

The other was this girl who'd come on the mission alongside him. Another student that was not cowardly had made her show in the battle and managed to single handedly sink an entire ship. It was a remarkable feat, and one that he definitely took notice of. After all, his attention was only half on the battle given victory was proving to be closer and closer at hand for Virang. He walked across the deck of the ship toward her, occasionally glancing down at her and the binder as he spoke in passing to her, occasionally directing his attention back to the battle at hand with massive magical draws and kinetic expenditure that was almost second nature to the man.

"I'd recognize that accent anywhere. You're from the colonies, aren't you?" he smirked, gaze pointedly on the enemy ship. After another volley and colossal expenditure of magic, he opened his mouth once more. "It's nice to hear. You've made your mark on the battlefield, I've just one question..." there was a pointed pause as his smile dropped into a cold look of contemplation, once again directed at the pirate ship. "Where are the others, and what are they doing?

Mahal's anxiety rose when she heard Ren Baykara's voice address her. Her jawline tensed against the fear tingling across her skin. Her mind cried for calm, but her heart rattled in her chest. She hated being trapped in place. At the mention of her origins, she nodded hoping he wouldn't question her more. The hope became shattered when he asked about the others.

There was a long pause before she found her voice. "If I had to guess, either protecting the ones that had to stay at camp or taking out other pirates."

She waited for his reaction. It was mostly the truth, but not the whole truth and she prayed he didn't examine it too deeply.

Ren grabbed his chin in contemplation of her words, only pausing on them for a brief moment before his focus was needed on the battle. It was normal for people to be nervous, or afraid in his presence, such was the life of a paradigm, but there was something unnatural to this that didn't quite add up. The battle was far away from the wreck and the natives had gotten involved on their own. He didn't feel particularly special magical signatures from that side of the battle, save for the captain who'd gotten directly involved in that matter.

A thought filled his mind: What exactly were they protecting people from? - but it didn't linger in the moment. If he wanted more direct answers, he'd find them himself, right after he'd dealt with the rabble that they'd left him to clean up. Only this girl and Raffaella had done anything of note to assist, and he'd make note of that. The rest of them would have to reward his generosity, because their mark could not be felt anywhere. After another brief bout of concentration, his eyes flickered towards her though his head remained facing the enemy ship.

"I've not seen the sign of another here aside from you and the pink one." there was a contemplation, before he turned toward her, standing maybe two steps from her and the binder that was still at work on her arm. "Why is it that you're trying so hard, and they're cowering away 'protecting' the others." His gaze was cold and calculating, evaluating every possibility, but the half-truth Mahal gave seemed to distract him from the potential reality.

Mahal became quiet again, weighing her words. Ren's presence suffocated her as he loomed closer, like a thresher stalking prey. Her eyes were mindful of his location at all times. Waiting for something bad to happen, but only more questions rose. Why did the group decide it was wise to let her go alone? Did they want her to die instead? She inhaled and pushed the painful possibilities away. She leaned on the cold, hard truth of her life: No one cared enough to save her.

The girl leaned on the numbness reality gave her. A defensive behavior that helped her survive through the hard and bitter times. When Lunara, Salim, or even her mother couldn't protect her.

"I wanted to prove I wasn't a coward. I felt... guilty for running away from the fight earlier. Not all of us made it to shore immediately." The lie felt heavy on her tongue while she still avoided eye contact. "Besides, what good is the weak getting in the way of the strong? Wouldn't any mistake allow the pirates to get through?"

Diyablos, sensing her fear and concern, began to crawl his way into her lap. Six of his eight tentacles curled underneath him while the other two began to play with her free hand to distract her.

Ren clicked his tongue, audible even through the volleys of cannons and crashing ocean waves. His eyes looked at her and then at the cephalopod, and there was a hint of disgust in his expression. The weak gathered in packs, much like animals and for all her accomplishments, her reliance on another was a disappointment. As was her labeling the students as weak. A willingness to accept the status quo and simply allow others to guide their lives, was in his mind, pathetic.

"I'm here. No 'mistake' would have mattered, and you seemed to have dealt with an entire ship single-hande-" his words were interrupted by an incoming cannonball , one that came dangerously close to all four of them, that he deflected and plunged into the water. The earlier assaults hadn't allowed him to redirect it, but the more he'd been able to adjust, and the more the enemy had tired, the easier this had become. Still, it reminded him that he couldn't afford to become too lost in this conversation. "How do you feel about this? Shouldn't they be punished for leaving us Virangish to face such a threat alone?" a malicious grin took hold, as he turned his attention back to the battle.

Mahal let herself be distracted. The mention of weakness was supposed to explain their absence because she knew nothing better to say. This part wasn't covered in the plan that she could recall. Impulsively, her fingers tightened about Diyablos' tentacle for comfort. A flicker of anger brushed her fear when she spotted the disgust in his eyes. She swallowed it down as she let her indifferent mask fall into place. Upon hearing the whistling of a cannonball coming in, her head snapped upright. She pulled her pet behind her and went to deflect it. Ren reacted first. He batted it away like nothing causing her to lower back into her seat.

"I still got hurt." She commented over the unfinished mention of her strength. A subtle self loathing lingered in the tone. The words sounded like her father's and repeated enough that she believed it. "It shouldn't have happened."

Mahal took another breath. She caught the unsettling grin upon what could've been a handsome face, but she didn't react. "Truthfully? I'm not sure. What I thought never mattered before." She felt the healer pull her arm back. By now, she had run out of patience and jerked it away. Mahal rose back onto her feet and ignored any unhealed damage. "We need to focus on the fight first than the rest can be figured out afterwards."

There was no sympathy in his tone as he began to speak, simply a cold matter-of-factness to his words. "If you don't put worms in line, then you'll be left crawling around in the mud like the rest of them. You should know this, since you're from the colonies." he shook his head with a light chuckle. This girl wasn't the others. The pink one knew her role, and she'd swum away to avoid the danger, perhaps to rally the others or save her own skin. Either way, he respected her contribution. This one however, had come late but done much more. He wondered - perhaps - if there had been animosity that'd caused her to act, or whether she was simply crazy. His eyes met hers, searching for any sort of clue or indication, but all he saw was the blank, detached stare that he'd instilled in many. Was she...? Surely not. He looked back at the Blue Adam and continued speaking.

"You're a daughter of our illustrious nation. Act like it, as you have now, and make your voice matter, or sit in the sand like the rest of them." he spat out with a degree of disappointment as he continued his onslaught onto the enemy ship. The average person repulsed him, but the confusion of himself towards this girl who didn't even know what she was, or what she wanted made his skin crawl. It made him angry, even if he wouldn't admit it or show it. He wanted to see who was hiding behind that facade.

Mahal stood her ground when they made eye contact. It was hard not to react and only the numbness she built up around her kept her temper cool. She recalled Lunara hated when she distanced herself. Her eyes reflected something like a cold, dead thing staring back. His chuckle mocked her causing her fingers to curl into fists. Life sparked in the indifferent expression when her lips pressed together.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not going to sit on the sand and be... useless." She growled, forgetting who she was talking to.

For a moment after her words, there was silence aside from the battlefield. It hung over them for what felt like forever, even if it was only a minute in practice before his eyes shot her way again. Ren's expression was cold and his words offered no indication toward his feelings on her outburst. Inside however, was a simple feeling of excitement. He felt as if he was holding a blank canvas of anguish, and a paintbrush to craft a fine piece of work.

"Prove it to them, then."

Mahal ground her teeth when another deafening boom echoed across the skies. Her eyes lifted and spotted the incoming volley of shots from the Blue Adam. Their brief pause had been noticed as the pirates took advantage of it. Without a word, Ren turned away and drew. Mahal rushed to the far edge of the deck when the man deflected the iron balls whistling toward them. Her eyes narrowed on the two farthest out. Using her magnetic, she gasped two of them. She whipped her arm backwards causing them to reverse back along the path they came from. One clipped the deck before sailing into the water. Another had others rush to stop it before it smashed into the mast. Mahal cursed in her native tongue. This was pointless and if this kept up, she wouldn't last long even with her temper.

It was then her eyes noticed something sticking out of the pack mounted on Ren's slave. A long bow. Mahal quickly removed it alongside a few arrows. She prayed to her ancestors that neither the slave or Ren would notice its absence.

Meanwhile, the men on the ship prepared a return wave of their own. She took a moment to glance at the bow she had 'burrowed'. The pale white limbs with simple engravings looked more decorative than functional. The origins were Nikanese making it different from the short range tribal bows she usually wielded. Mahal made a few tense pulls to analyze the strength needed quickly. Just before the men lit the fuses, she notched an arrow and waited to pull. Her mind ticked down the moments as she worked in sync with their movements. By the time they lit the fuses, she had pulled it back and whispered a spell. The tip caught fire seconds before she released it. Aiding it with her kinetic, she guided it to its target.

A single fire couldn't be seen among the darkened shapes of the retaliation sailing through the night.

When it sank into the deck, the flames erupted along the drier parts of the wood quickly. Mahal’s eyes flicked with excitement at the sight of her magic enhancing the flames. The smoke sent the pirates scrambling to put the flames out before it consumed the ship. She aimed at the opposite side when the next volley of cannons came. The iron in the canons drew her aim easily as another fire arrow thumped into the hull, flames licking up the side.

The first thing he noticed was the ship catching on fire, and he turned to see the cause of it. The second thing he saw was his bow in her hands. She’d taken something that was his, and normally, he’d deal with that instantly and severely. But there was merit to it - it had caused an advantage in the battle and he couldn’t help feeling ambivalence toward seizing the initiative. Instead of commenting on it, he chose instead to direct his frustration toward the Blue Adam. She would return it, after all.

The Hourglass Order

Mahal Agha

"Now, we have a ship to catch."

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Cast Away

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Drop Off

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When Raffaella indicated to stop, Mahal ceased her paddling and the boat became still in the water. The Palaparese girl glanced over her shoulder toward the battle. The ships seemed to be preparing for another round. Ignoring the conflict, she took a deep breath and looked back at Raffaella. The pink haired girl almost finished stepping off when Mahal spoke.

"Raffaella," She struggled with the words as they became thick in her mouth, "... don't cause trouble. I'll come back and get you when I'm done."

Not waiting to hear any response, Mahal increased her adrenaline. Her muscles snapped the paddles into motion and rowed toward one of the smaller pirate ships. One on the outer skirts of the conflict. She disappeared into the distance soon after.

Rough Seas

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Mahal's eyes constantly scanned the night for signs of trouble. Suddenly bubbles appeared ahead near her left. She veered the boat away when a small torpedo thresher surfaced. Its carapace glistening against the moonlight until it sank back down.

Mahal adjusted her small boat back on its original course. Gradually, her destination came into view. Nothing stood out-

Near her right, something rose from the water. Mahal jerked the dinghy to the opposite direction. Another thresher brushed its carapace against the side. The sudden sway knocked her from her seat. She slammed hard into the bench's edge and snapped her hands to silence her cry. Lungs flared with pain, her mind counting the moments.

One... the boat slowed its jousting.

Two... the rumbling sound faded.

Three... everything was quiet.

She inhaled and forced herself upright. Something wet and thin brushed her ankle causing her to pulled back. Mahal then spotted Diyablos slowly crawling out from underneath the bench. She picked him up and with a gentle reassuring tone, she soothed him. "You're fine. Now, we have a ship to catch."

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The smaller pirate ship loomed above her. Above her a man shouted orders while feet scrambled to obey. Portholes flipped open and cannons rolled out, repairs and preparations underway. The sails flapped in the breeze while ropes strained to hold them in place. Taking care to avoid attention, Mahal came to rest at the port quarter. She kicked off her shoes then began to cast skyward up.

She hovered close to the aft's edge and peeked over it. Most of the activity was either below deck or toward the bow. She took a calming breath only to feel Diyablos' tentacles tighten. Mahal dipped her fingers between his grip and her throat, loosening him. "Diyablos... calm down."

The octopus obeyed. She used that moment to lower down to a quiet porthole. She pulled out her dagger and slipped her arm through the gap between the frame and the cannon head. Focusing her kinetic energy into her strike, she severed the thick rope. She holstered her weapon then pushed the cannon back with her legs. Now free of blockage, she slipped inside.

Her bare feet made no sound when she landed. Rotating her head, she realized most of the pirates were too busy to notice her. Mahal kept low and crept along the far wall until she found the first powder kegs. Keeling down, she made a hole and inserted a fuse. She started on the next one when movement caught her eye.

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Her head snapped up to see an elderly pirate rush at her, a saber in hand. Mahal touched the cannon behind her. Shifting to magnetic, she focused on magnetizing it. The pirate's weapon ripped from his hand and fastened to the iron casting. His eyes widened at the sudden disarm. Mahal rushed at him and shot a punched at his throat. Any shouts to his allies died on his lips, the force sending him a step back. Using the momentum, she twisted on her leg into a round house kick to the head. He crumbled instantly.

She stood over him and observed for signs of consciousness. He didn't move- likely out cold from her ruthless attack. The thought to toss him overboard crossed her mind, but she dismissed it. There was not enough time to waste on it.

Here Comes Trouble

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Finished with the last of the barrels, Mahal heard rattling. It took her a moment to realize she was alone. She turned to the saber affixed to the cannon. It rattled again, more violently before flying toward the stairs where a hand caught it. The tall, light skinned figure emerged from the stairs from just outside the torchlight's reach. A stubble beard framed his chin and long dirty blonde hair pulled back loosely against his neck. He glared at her before a cold chill swept over Mahal as the gunpowder barrels fuses were snuffed out. Diyablos recoiled farther back onto her shoulder.

Mahal rose upright and drew her daggers. She squared off as the air buzzed with magnetism. The girl's foot touched a nearby cannonball before kicking it at the man. He deflected it with a flick of the saber's tip, and immediately the iron ball reversed course. Mahal sidestepped right. The ball plowed past and into the cannon behind her.

Temperatures dropped around the pirate and her as he cast a spell. Sharp icicles of ice formed and erupted from the ground and hull. Mahal buffed herself with kinetic energy then weaved past them toward him. Among the chaos, Diyablos snagged a small tentacle full of powder and spilled a keg. He flung it at the pirate's direction. The man recoiled with a snarl, his arm tried to rub his eyes clear. Taking advantage of the distraction, Mahal slipped under the brandishing saber and scored on his arm. The coat ripped from sharpness and skin bled underneath.

Her chemical magic seeped into the cut. Instantly, his face twisted into agony before purging himself of it. "You little bitch. I'll enjoy beating the fire out of ya."

"We'll see about that," Mahal spat back.

Diyablos tugged at her hair and she glanced over her shoulder. A cannonball twitched then shot for her exposed back. While trying to stop it with magic, Mahal twisted to the side. The ball clipped her shoulder before she cleared it. She bit back a scream and clenched her shoulder. A numbness spread across her limp arm. Seeing her weakness, the pirate smirked. He stepped closer while readying to cut her down. Diyablos dropped down to her side then slapped up another fist full of powder. He whipped it up into the air in front of her. Drawing from the torches, she pointed her dagger forward. The tip glowed white. A streak of fire erupted in front of her. It spread across the powder and burst into a wall of flames.

The pirate hollered. His sonic magic sent a blast of air back, stunning her and doused the fire. Suddenly, her attacker was right in front of her. Mahal flinched when his free hand wrapped around her throat. An ice-cold chill started to tingle from the contact. "Is that all you got? I've seen geist kittens with more bite than you."

Once again, Diyablos rushed forward. With all his might, he lashed his tentacles at the man's face. Meanwhile, Mahal strengthened her skin against the cold and hastened her reflexes. Her feet belted the man in the stomach making him drop her. Instinctively she stabbed her dagger into his face. She poured the spell gaze of confusion into it. With a scream of pain and fury, he fell to his knees clasping his nose. Binding and chemical magic focused on clearing his head, followed by a spell to heal his wounds. Mahal backed up to a freed cannon. Pouring her magnetic energy into the iron, she sent it flying backwards like a metal ball from a pistol.

The last thing the pirate saw was the cannon crashing into his face.

With the fight done, Mahal leaned against the hull. Her adrenaline began to fade causing her to lower to the floor. She stared at the bloody pulp of corpse in front of her. As the beating of her heart began to lessen, the familiar numbness settled into her core.

Then her shoulder flared with pain. Mahal glanced at it and noticed the dislocation. Cursing her weakness, she braced herself to set it. Her arm cautiously reached for the back of her neck then shifted to the opposite shoulder. A fleshy pop echoed in her ears followed by her whimper slipping past her lips. Her whole body instinctively tightened then she forced it to relax. Mahal brushed the cold sweat from her brow with the back of her hand then she stood up. It still didn't feel right, but she had no binding to properly fix it.

Explosive Exit and Unexpected Rescue

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After lining the barrels up, Mahal stepped closer to her exit. She doubled checked Diyablos was secure on her chest and one dagger in her sash. Her ribs expand with a deep, cleansing breath. She extended her other blade toward the line up of fuses. The torches flicked at her massive draw of energy. One by one, they all began to dim than finally died. Her dagger began to glow again into a bright white color. The eerie light contrasted with the shadows on her grim expression.

She uttered a word. Fire streaked across the fuse tops then burned down the fragile material. Mahal twisted about then scrambled out the porthole. She leapt from the side as it exploded behind her. Wood splinters rushed past her falling form as her knees buckled upon her landing. She fell to all fours in the boat while she shielded Diyablos with her body. Ashes floated down around her with flame crackling in the background. It didn't take before the the threshers began to stir again. Their forms investigated against the dinghy. Rubbing against it and tossing her side to side. Only a matter of time until they capsized the small vessel.

Suddenly a rope slapped into the waves beside the boat. Fueled by the desperation to survive, she reached for it and gripped it tightly. Balik, the second mate of the Altin Oğul, and other sailors pulled her up. Once Mahal was safe, the woman gave her a pat on the back in appreciation. For only a moment, it seemed that the small group of sailors had forgotten the battle and gave a cheer. They had received a massive boon in the fight thanks to her efforts.

"You did well girl!" Balik praised before looking at the her shoulder. "But it seems victory came at a price. I will call up a binder from below deck."

"It's nothing," Mahal tried to shrug, then hissed in pain. Her protest fell on deaf ears and she was ushered off to the side while the binder was fetched. Past the sailors heading back to their duties, she glimpsed Ren Baykara. She shook her head at the odds. After all her effort to avoid him, she ended up on the same ship. Maybe she should've took her chances with the threshers.

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Footnotes: Mahal drops off Raffie --> narrowly avoids colliding with a Torpedo Thresher or two--> Sneaks onto Pirate ship--> Silences an alerted non- mage pirate--> Fights a mage pirate--> Then explodes powder kegs and is picked up by Virangish crew of the Altin Oğul

The Hourglass Order

Roslyn Wicke

""Don't judge a book by its cover."

Shifting Dealings

Roslyn wandered down the the paths winding the marketplace. She paused occasionally at a stall, admiring the trinkets and then moved on. Not much caught her interest as she kept on her bag at all times. It helped discourage any bold thief. Drawn in by the activity and a familiar face or two, she approached Fanaka's stall. Her attention lingered on the swimmer's box longer than the rest before she inquired about the sauces first.

"How much for a jar?" If her experience with Yuri had taught her anything, merchants tended to be more generous and willing to bargain after a purchase.

Fanaka was busy as ever and although the festival tugged on his very being, their was money to be made. And so at the arrival of a new coin purse, he smiled warmly to Roslyn.

"Welcome welcome," he greeted, slipping a jar from behind into his hand. "3 Magus, but I ensure you that this is quite the product," He cracked it open for Roslyn to try. A sweet fruity smell took to the air.

Roslyn took a small taste when a dab was placed on her finger. The favor popped across her tongue causing her eyes to widen and her lips to curl into a smile. It had a tangy fruit flavor with a pleasant texture.

"Oh, that is lovely." She debated for a moment then added, I'll take one." She turned to her bag and dug up three Magus from the amount she had left. Placing them in his hand, "One more thing. I'm also curious about the mystery boxes, can I get a price on them as well? "

Fanaka procured a fresh jar for her after the magus entered his hand, "The jar, if unopened, will last many months even in hotter environments. That is the real value in it." He wanted to return to Ayla but it seemed the brown haired woman with too much money was also interested in the containers. He looked at her up and down, Low Merchant or backwater nobility, one and the same really, Now whether to make the same offer or raise it? "6 magus for good customer," he raised it.

Roslyn spotted that familiar sense of judgement. A simple look that weighed her worth from her appearance and made her heart sink. She didn't wear the finest clothing or expensive trinkets that screamed wealth. Nor was her name well known beyond her little town. All these factors oozed power and gained favor where none would normally would be.

She reflected on the shift in price in her head. Not good enough, it seems. It would be foolish to take one after he raised it right in front of her. If she was hurt by it, she didn't show it. Roslyn kept her smile on and politely declined the "generous" price. "Ah, thank you for satisfying my curiosity. I think the jar will be enough for me."

She took her leave.

Chickens Gone Wild

Roslyn sat on the bench with the other contestants, her right leg subtly bouncing in place. Her hand held onto the vuvuzela she purchased from Vuvu while she went over how to play it properly. She tried to push back the rising performance jitters, but it was no use. Her eyes drifted over to the far end of the arena. Within the cages chickens of several colors, ranging from blue to reds, clucked in unison. Small heads bobbed while beady black eyes glanced about. There was a particularly nasty looking blue hen with speckles like a starry night. As if sensing her gaze, said hen's attention snapped to her.

The girl averted her eyes. She muttered underneath her breath, "That "chicken" seems more like a demon."

Someone tapped on her shoulder causing Roslyn to look up. It was a young woman who gestured her toward the fenced off area, indicating it was her turn. Giving her a nod, she inhaled a deep breath and pulled up onto her feet. She stepped out into the roar of the crowd. Meanwhile, the handler reached into one of the cages. In his arms was a pretty grey-blue hen. It looked passive until he set it down. As the grogginess faded, the avian strutted toward Roslyn. Every few steps, it paused and pecked at the ground. Not an air of concern about the girl's presence.

You're a proud lil' thing, aren't you? Roslyn rolled her eyes at the animal's cockiness. She tucked in her lower lip and raised her mouth to the vuvuzela's end. Her cheeks puffed before she blew into it. Air vibrated down the length before a low, hollowed sound erupted out.

Suddenly, the chicken stopped. Its head turned and stared at her. Not letting those beady black eyes frighten her, Roslyn stepped forward. She blew again. The hen flinched then started to casually dart away. she prayed it would keep doing that as she began to herd it toward the net. In her eagerness, her mouth didn't seal properly against the mouth piece. What came next was more of a rumble than a bellow. Abruptly, the chicken stopped in its tracks. Its reddish head turned toward her with a dead eye stare.

No... turn back around. She mentally screamed at the avian, but it continued to bob its little head. Slowly the bird began to rush toward her. Having seen the damage the spurs had done on other contestants, she tensed and stepped back. That was a mistake. Catching the display of fear, the hen's pace picked up. Its feathers bristled and wings raised up as it chased after her.

Oh no, the Gods have mercy on me. Why a chicken of all things?!?! Roslyn twisted to the right. She heard the fluttering of feathers as the demonic poultry landed just behind her. A part of her hoped she wasn't disqualified if the thing manage to scratch her.

The majority of the crowd broke out in laughter, with a few disappointed boos. One nearest the fences uttered encouraging shouts to face the "beast". Roslyn wasn't sure if they were mocking her or trying to help. Regardless, she couldn't let a chicken chase her the whole time. She dug in her heels and flipped to face the menacing poultry. Inhaling deep, she blew the horn again. The hen's neck feathers bristled as it charged at her.

With wide eyes, Roslyn jumped up letting the feather fiend dart underneath her. That didn't work like it was suppose to! An idea sprung to her head, her lips curled into a smirk. Maybe it was better to taunt the thing into the net than lure it. She knew it was worth a try.

When the blue hen circled about to find her, Roslyn moved quickly. She positioned herself in front of the net. With a deeper breath than before, she blew out another bellow. Cluck-cluck-cluck! The fiendish bird's head jerked in her direction and then bolted. For being a small thing, it easily cut down the distance between them. Roslyn felt her breath start to wane when the hen bounced off the ground and pounced at her. She stopped and dropped flat onto the dirt. The chicken sailed over her before landing into the net. Its wings became tangled as it hung there, trying to beat itself free. Relieved that her plan worked, Roslyn spotted a man offer her a hand up. Taking it, she pulled herself upright and brushed off her skirt. "Never thought a chicken could terrorize me until now."

The man chuckled before smacking her gently on the back. "That's what all the first timers say. Now, follow me." He walked her over to the handler, now holding a pacified bird in his arms. “Now, pardon or keep her?”

It was Roslyn’s turn to giggle. "Pardon her, she earned it. If all your chickens are like that, we should toss them at the thresher. I’m sure it would be swimming back to sea in no time. "

The man answered with a smirk and a shake of his head.

Little Stroll Along the Docks

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Roslyn exhaled and then exited into the port. Her boots followed the dock's length until the festivity faded into the background. She considered ideas to provide provisions, but her head came up empty on a plan. The dread of facing the beast tomorrow didn't help. Lost in her thoughts, she had wandered towards the pirate ship.

She caught sight of an elderly woman being questioned by some Zengali men. Her head moved to notice the line of crates that weren't there before. Her eyes scrunched with confusion. Cautiously, Roslyn kept her unhurried pace while she tired to eavesdrop.

Lazily walking behind some crates, making no more noise than the waters, Roslyn ended up within earshot of their conversation.

"-'m just not sure if we can deliver these to you," said the smaller of the 2 men.

"But the merchant told me that he would have them delivered..." The old woman held onto her cane for support, obviously worried about her things being taken.

The larger man had a face of confliction, unable to side with his working mate or the elderly woman. Though it was somewhat difficult to make out the full scene with only the light of the moons.

Roslyn had delayed intruding on the conversation long enough. She sucked in a shallow breath and stirred her into action. Her form casually stepped out into view, continuing toward them down the dock's length. It wouldn't take long to notice her since she didn't hid the sound of her steps. She didn't know what she was going to do, but lurking like some timid mouse didn't help her.

The group had still been discussing whether they should relinquish the crates when the 2 men locked up when they heard Roslyn's footsteps. They turned around quickly to confront her, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The big man shouted at her. The smaller one tried to keep an eye on Roslyn and the old lady.

Approaching them seemed less stupid in her head until this moment. It dawned on her how it must look, but it was too late now. Roslyn slowed her pace then came to a stop. Keeping her hands at her side, she spoke. "Sorry, I was just walking the docks to clear my head from the festivities. This place is a little different at night. I didn't mean to interrupt anything. "

It wasn't a total lie.

The large man more or less nods at her, turning back to the elderly woman. The smaller man turned back as well but he kept an eye on the suspicious new visitor. The old woman looked over to Roslyn, seemingly looking for help.

For a moment, she feared the worst. Thankful that didn't come to past as she then spotted the old lady's look. It tugged at the girl's heart. Roslyn hated her empathy some times as she then added. "I know it's none of my business, but is there anything I can do to possibly help?"

They had been talking when Roslyn joined the conversation. Small Man turned to her again, somewhat irritated at her. "Are you the wharfmaster?" he sarcastically asked her.

The Small Man gave her the 'what the fuck' look he could muster to her, "Go away woman." He waved her off like she a pest.

The old woman though, "I purchased these supplies and I wrote down the wrong dock," she tightened her cowl. "I'm terribly sorry, I really meant to put 2 not 7," she looked up to the taller man who seemed to be pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation.

At the man's reactions and harsh words, Roslyn inwardly flinched. That's when she caught the old woman's mention of supplies. Supplies, like provisions? If I can just... she stopped. Her heart dropped in her stomach like a stone in water, rapidly sinking to her toes. Do I really want to do this? Steal from an old lady for some pirates?

She sighed then pulled back from the conversation with the woman and smaller man. She refused to leave completely though as she spoke to the taller man. "Seems like a simple mistake, especially if she has proof about the supplies. So... why haven't they been moved?"

The Smaller man was growing more irritated with her continued existence. He readied another verbal lashing, poising himself to physically escort her off the pier. But the taller man turned to her, "The crates were scheduled to be delivered here. Anything that is suppose to be delivered here must be reported to the guards." He scratched his head looking back at the old woman.

"And that is what we should be doing, we could be at the festival instead we are working overtime for a blind woman," the Small man let out a disgruntled comment.

When the smaller man moved, Roslyn tensed and braced to dig her heels in. Her eyes hardened with a stubbornness before the taller man answered her. She quickly realized the reason he looked so uncomfortable. She reached up her fingers to pinch her nose for a moment. Her eyes looked once more at the blind woman. I can't do this. Not to a blind woman.

"Looks like there's only two options: continue to deal with the old woman or I can stay and try to get this resolved for her. I have a grandfather about her age, and I rather not see something happen to her."

The larger man laughed, "You carrying these crates? I mean no offense but your arms are even thinner than his," he slugged his friend's arm and small man shrugged it off like it didn't hurt. But the chemicals in his body told the truth, it hurt a lot.

Roslyn pressed her lips tightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't judge a book by its cover. Just watch."

Her eyes turned and walked to the crates as she drew in energy. Mumbling a spell beneath her breath, she reached out and 'hoisted' a crate with her arms. It twitched at first then began to raise with her motion. After holding it for several moments, she set it back down. She wanted for his reaction with a small smirk.

Small man gulped realizing that he had been yelling at a women that could break him in 2. The Larger man gulped realizing that as well. He might get beaten up by proxy. "Well you can certainly lift them," the large man spoke. He turned to the old lady, "Do you think you can trust this young woman to move them to the dock for you?"

The old woman, nearly blind, could still see the gift being used in front of her. A grandma smile spread across her face, "Oh I believe so, she seems quite wonderful and honest." She smiled so wholesomely at Roslyn, the young lass who put her neck out for an old folk like her.

The small man, once large in voice, was now small in his attitude, ready to get of this cursed pier before the mage or pirates come.

For a moment, Roslyn's pride swelled in her chest. The expression on their face was priceless as their attitudes shifted quickly. Her grin widened at how easy it was. However, the emotional high died when the woman praised her.

She bit her lower lip and then brushed it off. "I wouldn't say wonderful..." Or honest right now. Before the men walked away, she added one last thing. "That settles it. Oh, and you," she eyed the smaller man, "try to be more respectful. Now, go away man."

The small man didn't say anything, he just kept walking. There was too much at sake if the bitch decided to just snap his neck. But he had other ways to get back, he thought to himself.

Once the 2 men were well out of earshot, "Thank you again for the help," the elderly woman thanked her. "Those 2 were being real pains for me," she rubbed her neck and audible crack broke over the waves. "Let's get a move on," she nodded over to a peculiar ship that Roslyn was on earlier. The Grandma smile only grew wider.

"It was nothing," Roslyn responded. Her eyes scanned for any incoming trouble as she drew in kinetic energy from the water's movements. A part of her hoped it wouldn't come back and bite her in the ass later. Before she lifted up the crates, she caught the old woman's gesture toward the pirate ship. Roslyn blinked before it suddenly clicked. "I need to take my own advice it seems. I'm guessing you didn't exactly make a mistake, did you?"

The old woman gave a soft laugh, "Of course I made a mistake, this is dock 2 right?" Her smile stayed plastered on her face.

Roslyn arched her right brow and stared for a moment. "Right, forgot how the moons can make things look different." Not wanting to waste more time and get caught, she pointed her arm toward the crates. Her fingers clawed causing telekinetic magic to wrap about each one. They lifted one by one into the air as she walked them toward the ship.

"Right, the moons," she guided her up the gangplank under the the shadows of the main mast. The crates are placed but they made no noise. A candle on a small tray lit by itself in the woman's hands, she started to head to one of the doors to the interior of the ship. She looked back at Roslyn, the shadows flickering off her face, Eyes blackened in shadows but her smile was something wicked. "Care for some tea? We have honey~" The door started to creak open behind her.

Roslyn's eyes narrowed upon hearing the woman agree. An ice cold chill raced down her spine as she followed across the gang plank and onto the deck. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest with each step, feeling the discomfort growing. After releasing the crates from her magic, her attention locked onto the old woman. The young girl swallowed a small lump in her throat.

"It seems a bit late for tea, don't you think? And we?" Roslyn's curiosity warred with her fear, the later gaining strength.

She turned and walked through the entryway, the candle light going out as she crossed the threshold. Her figure was lost in the shadows but the creaking sound of stairs echoed through.

Roslyn frowned and stood there for a few moments. This was a bad idea and she knew it... but her curiosity ate up any more resistance. She muttered a curse beneath her breath then stepped in after the woman. She hoped her allies might actually notice her absence if she didn't return.

Each step creaked and soon the steps of the old woman disappeared. One step, 2 steps, 3 and countless more it felt. Soon she tripped on the floor. She went a little further and then a dozen of lantern lit up, blinding her for a second. The old women with the cowel was gone and in her place was a confident old women sitting on a chair with a table across from her. Tea was being poured and she looked up to ask, "One spoon or 2," she turned to some poor looking honey.

When light chased away the darkness, Roslyn's hand shielded her eyes. Her vision blurred then went back to normal. A burning sensation settled in her lungs before she realized she had held her breath the whole way down. She forced herself to relax as she inhaled. So many questions rushed into her mind that the young girl didn't know where to start.

"Just one please and thank you. Um, what did you say your name was again?"

The tea was served quickly but with an unusual amount of grace for a pirate. Their was no smile on her face, or any real expression at all. Just an old woman going through a basic task she has no doubt done 100's of time before. She took a sip of her tea, savoring it even though it was poor quality.

"Let's cut to the chase then. What's your name girl?" her voice was deeper and had a light gravel sound to it compared to the soft and frail voice she used with the men.

Roslyn, now seated, looked at her tea before giving it a sip. She managed not to make a face when the watery favor and strong aftertaste touched her tongue. Her head tilted up at the woman's question. She supposed it was fair that she gave her own too before expecting one. "Roslyn."

"You were on the ship earlier," she glanced at the girl's black eye, "got beaten up and still came back." She let out a small chuckle at the comedy that was this girl. But her face grew serious with Roslyn, "Very stupid to do so, what do you think happens to small women that wander near pirate ships?" the old women threatened Roslyn."But still," she paused, "You came back and helped me out, so I'll hear you out. What is it you want from me, Nanna Karmena, quartermaster of this ship."

At the woman's tone, Roslyn felt the familiar impulse to freeze creep in. She swallowed the lump in her throat and focused on the spark of anger in her chest. A part of her could guess the answer to the woman's question. The same thing that happened to any mouse that squeaked at a cat. So why was she doing this? It took her a moment to reflect on the answer. To ensure her loved ones survived the coming war.

The light of the lanterns flickered. Roslyn took a deep breath and stomped down her emotions. She felt ready to crack, but she couldn't right now. It was time for honesty and she hoped for the best. She set the teacup aside, "Due to my possession of a certain ship, someone from the central alliance thought I could earn your trust and sway you over to their side."

Roslyn paused, expecting to hear more laughter. It wouldn't surprise her since one act of kindness didn't guarantee trust.

A fawn.

That is what Karmena saw in Roslyn. Clumsy and curious of the world but ever so anxious and scared. The scene of a person like this sitting across from someone like her was just funny, not even worth the consideration.

But then the little fawn said the truth, "So your the one that ended up with the Nuvole Rosse." Her eyes went back to her tea, as she took a sip while thinking about what Roslyn.

Nanna Karmena smiled once again, "Quite the task they set for a girl like yourself," the smile grew. "Wandering into a famous pirate ship asking for trust just because you own a famous ship," she shook her head and clicked her tongue twice at the fawn.

"You're honest and young. Really perfect for the role they gave you," a small laugh followed and then she finished her tea.

"I could do it, get the men here to join hands with the Revidians. It wouldn't even cost me," she set the cup down, "But what would it cost you? You have the ship, wouldn't you rather ask me for some work." she raised an eyebrow with her. "Are you a girl sent out to do others bidding or a woman that takes what is in front of her?" Nanna Karmena has made her offer to Roslyn.

Roslyn found the woman's words not to be nearly as bad as she expected. Her head tilted upward and considered the offer. Back home, her father and grandfather had a simple life in mind for her. Marry, have children, and run the brewery until the end. She realized she never envisioned more or considered other options.

A few moments passed before the girl finally answered. "I gain more from your offer than swaying you to the central alliance." Once those words escaped her lips, she knew she had made her choice. She hoped it was the right one and the pirate didn't expect her to kill anyone.

Karmena appreciated the concise response, a pleasant smile came to her face, "Good, hate those pasta munchers." She stood up rather slowly and put up the teacups and honey, it was very business like. "Alright then, you have a deal, let's talk about what you can do at your level."

Nanna Karmena guided Roslyn further into the ship where they the discussed the details of the work she will be handed.

The Hourglass Order

Mahal Agha

"No...Why would you ask that?"

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In the Company of Warriors
_{Date: 19th of Velles, Victendes
Time: After Dusk
Location: Pelolia Village island, Moatu Suva}

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Wandering over to Prince Tamatoa's group, Mahal thought about their little encounter earlier. While chasing the girl, she didn't see them until a sonic blast was cast. She was too slow and it nicked her. Mahal didn't think when she whipped a fireball back at the source. No one was there, but more warriors appeared. They quickly outnumbered her. With daggers still drawn, she boosted herself with the Gift and bolted off. Despite her best efforts to lose them, they forced her back to the shore. Things settled down after that.

Her eyes darted down to the wound on her leg. Despite its freshness, it looked older. She was thankful for her mana type now. Her eyes lifted up when the men's voices grew louder. Drawing to the edge of the group, she folded up her legs and sat down to listen.

As Mahal sat at Tamatoa's fire, some of the others caused a bit of commotion giving the Palapar girl the distinct impression she had broken some unknown courtesy or tradition. However, the prince is quick to settle them, they had not been the ones with him by the shore and didn't know the context. He stood, walked over to her, and sat beside her.

"An apology is mine to make," he spoke semi-formally but it wasn't difficult to find guilt in his eyes. "Had I known you to be a countrywoman, I would have never attacked. But tonight isn't one that rewards hesitation, not when my little sister was on the line." As if to mark his point the sounds of cannon fire followed not too soon after. The sounds of people who presented a very real danger.

Mahal's temper flared when the men became agitated. Her form tensed and her jaw clenched, venomous words formed on the tip of her tongue. Before she spoke, the prince acted and calmed them. Her eyes watched him until he settled down beside her. She relaxed upon hearing her native tongue being uttered. While she was decent at Avincian, she still struggled with it.

She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Tch. Why apology for your actions? For all you knew, I was a threat and protecting family is not wrong." Her leg stretched out, letting the fire illuminate the wound. "I was weak and slow so I deserved the wound. It is already healing, see?"

"I don't apologise for my choices, only their outcomes" Tamatoa corrected her. "It is the duty of a warrior to fight for what is worth protecting. But it is also their obligation to correct harm caused where it wasn't intended." He spoke those words not as a man who understood them to be his own, but a boy reciting them and still trying to understand their full meaning. "My binding is... in development. But I should be able to help that, if you'll allow me to correct the mistake." He pointed to the leg wound.

Reaching into her hip pouch, she retrieved something pinkish white and covered in red. A raw chicken bone dusted with spices. "I am more concerned about your behavior toward the Eeaiko of my group. She has done nothing wrong, yet you act as if she has insulted you or done worse. Why? "

He frowned when she brought up the Eeaiko. "You would hold some odd looks in higher regard than your own health? Don't be foolish."

This felt awkward and wrong in a way she couldn't explain. Mahal expected this type of reaction from Lunara or even Salim. Not a stranger and especially not someone stronger. She popped the bone into her mouth, letting her teeth crunch it into smaller chunks. It gave her moment to calm her frustration. Once she swallowed, she spoke again.

"I think the same of you. I have had endured far worse than this and I heal quicker than most. " Her eyes shifted, recalling her tattoo hiding the facts she spoke of. Sonic blast was far better to heal from than thunderbolt at least. "However, since you insist I won't stop you. "

She shifted her leg closer to him while changing the topic. "The wreck seems to have collected a lot of unwanted attention. Enough to push the school into sending us."

"Thank you." Tamatoa place his hands on her leg and began healing. Perhaps in other cultures, this would have earned jokes or the odd laugh from the other warriors. That a such a simple and unnecessary act of kindness was performed by their leader. This was not the case.

He gave a stern look of worry to Mahal as she ate the bone, completely pausing his healing efforts. But he laughed it off once it sunk in that the girl fully intended to do that and it was beneficial. The Prince had never seen the Glutton mana type before.

"You're right about the wreck. First the pirates come, then the Virangish no far behind." Mahal might have picked up a further dip in the Princes mood, as if he held the Virangish in lower standing than the pirates. "And we are left to sit here, doing nothing while their stray cannon shots destroy our home."

Mahal didn't react to the Prince's look, though it made her self aware. She had struggled with her monstrous appetite since her Gift manifested. Over the years, she found ways to deal with it that included meat and insect rich meals to season bones. Her eyes glanced over her leg, checking it more out of habit than distrust. Not bad, she thought.

She gritted her teeth at the mention of the Virangish ships. They had no reason to be here, but they used their connections with Palapar to farther their own politics and power.

"Well if one comes this way, it will be sent right back where it came from." Mahal's tone sounded confident in this. Her eyes glanced back to the Prince. "Has any of your tribe been hurt or clashed with the Virangish on the island? I assume someone had to been curious about the wreckage."

Tamatoa chuckled a little and waved off her question. "No, no, the Virangish prefer to hide behind their treaties. That way they can keep believing they are in the right. They wouldn't fight us for no reason."

"What they have hurt is our pride." The Prince's face was stern and his voice picked up. Mahal no longer got the impression that his words were solely directed at her, but all those at the fire. The other young warriors made their agreements known. "We have had no problems fighting pirates off in the past. But it is only now that there is something valuable on our shores that the Virangish show up and insist on providing their protection. This battle could have been over. But now we sit on the shore doing nothing. Nothing! While they pillage our shores under that protectorate facade. All allowed for by the treaty the mainland signed." The Prince fought back the urge to spit.

Just then a warrior girl around Mahal's age came running from the shoreline with a hurry. "Prince Tamatoa! There are others coming to shore. They look to be Virangish."

In reply, the Prince rose with his spear. "Then we go out to meet them." He looked back to Mahal and appeared as though he was going to ask her to join. But then he stopped himself and thought something over.

"Mahal, you stay here." Then he left with the others before he could give a reason why.

Mahal had been asked to remain at the fire. But was she really going to?

The answer that was simple: No... Why would you ask that? Mahal tensed at the Prince's request. She had already pulled up onto her feet when the others started to rush into the thick of the jungle. He thought she was weak. The belief sliced through her like obsidian through flesh, her pride bleeding a bit. Instead of listening, she drew in energy and silenced her footsteps. She rushed toward the shore after them.