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Jeanne - The Archangel

Hana's initial reaction seemed just as peculiar as Niti's as she addressed the reasons why the Bubble Magi had fled. It didn't make sense to her, Niti's magic had completely healed Jeanne from a near-death state. Precisely how was his help insufficient by any measure? The very thought didn't make any sense to her at all!

Begrudgingly considering the strangeness of Niti's actions and the peculiarity of the grouping of explanations, Jeanne slowly sighed. Something was amiss, she could sense it, she was no oblivious fool. Yet all the same Hana's notice of Harpies and Vipers gaining strength took a particular note in her mind.

For certain she was right, and more likely than not, the Grand Magic Games were not to be the cake walk that it had been the previous year. In such a year, she and Hana had completely dominated the field against any opposition that tried to rise. Other guilds had united with one another to try and take down the duet completely in vain. Recalling such with a softened smile upon her lips, the Archangel slowly nodded.

"You're quite right," she began, after Hana had asked if she had another cupcake like that in store. "The Games will be quite entertaining this year I'm sure. In terms of the cupcake, I had only made one of those for Niti as appreciation for his diligence and assistance that kept me alive. However, there are still a wide variety of Pastries that I had baked this morning in the kitchen. Feel free to grab as many as you'd like."

Nodding to affirm this with an exquisitely, almost motherly looking smile that was so strangely familiar to another Guild Member, the Archangel simply remained there.

"Go on now, do partake and enjoy."

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Haha I am sure they will as Kithra will most likely be spending alot of time with Anna

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Hopefully more than Wilhelm. <_<;

So Anna can help plot her escape.

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I will have my post up soon

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Wooohoo! :D

Kithra and Anna will get along famously. I hope.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

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Holy crap. XD

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Rae'liel - The Not-so-Honored Guest.

Silence followed her as blood still seeped outward from her wounds. Staying conscious was becoming an ever-increasing labor, her breath began to draw shallow while she was lead along like a prize of war. Sherpa was sure to taunt her, followed by the ominous chuckles of those who followed him behind her. The door opened and a scene was being played before her while her world continued to spin.

Her already pale skin had reached an even purer shade of white. Blood loss was continuing to take its heavy toll, and the Paladin could do nothing about it. Magically and physically exhausted, the urge to collapse over and sleep was a rising thoughtin her heart.

Even though she knew that such a urge was the creeping fingertips of death that began to settle heavily upon her shoulders.

And then there was movement. She sensed it long before she saw it, as a giant behemoth of a Night Elven kind came charging through the Humans' midst and crashed into the Paladin. A cry of pain caused blood to spatter forth from her lips and crimson to trickle down further from the corner of her lip due to her debilitating injuries.

Serphia, of all people had saved her. That accursed Night Elven captain had picked her up and ran. Demanding that she would deliver a response for her need of rescue soon enough upon the advent of their escape. Sardonically, the Paladin smiled.

They would soon see why inevitably anyway upon their departure. Half of Sherpa's fortress was literally gone. Carved from the earth.

Perhaps her sacrifice would have been worth it, perhaps she would have the chance to see it. That is, if she received the medical attention to survive soon enough.

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Teysa - The Chaotic Resurgent

With a wild combination of efforts, the absolutely monstrous creature that had emerged and through an absolutely magnificent combination of efforts it had been greatly weakened. As Teysa circled about in the heavens above, she saw her opportunity. With another roar that shattered the very air about her as her wings folded inward and dove in from the sky. With the blood rush effects still ever present, and her already monstrous strength added alongside it, the Resurgent One charged towards the target.

Hider

Teysa is a 12/12 with Double Strike/Trample/Haste

She struck first, she always struck first.

Her colossal size and weight crashing into monstrous creature and tackling it onto the ground. Her magnificent scaled wings spread wide and kicked up hurricane force winds as her massive talons forced it onto the earth. Teeth that were the size and sharpness of swords bit down upon its neck and promptly tore out the throat of the creature. Flesh and bone came with it as the monster screamed and struggled.

Teysa's gut once again rumbled with embers as she inhaled sharply, and with her exhale, liquid dragonfire poured onto the creature. With such, as superheated breath poured down upon its skull, it then stopped. Everything stopped, the calamitous conflict came to an abrupt end, and as the dust settled there stood a humanoid dragoness atop the massive corpse.

Even she was injured however, having taken some hits from the goblin rabble, but it didn't matter. She had sensed someone else. There was someone else newly attuned to their party that she knew all too well. A wielder of Holy, Control, and Fire. With a brilliant smile, she hopped down from the gargantuan corpse and ran to him.

The dead monster didn't matter anymore. Not at all to the Dragon.

The gap quickly closed between Marcellus and Teysa and at the last gap she dove to him. Wrapping her arms about his neck and pulling him closer into a warm embrace. Releasing her stranglehold on the Plainswalker, she offered him a warm smile as she leaned upward to lightly brush her lips against his cheek in a heartfelt welcome.

"It has been too long, you foolish Angel! How have you been? What have you been up to as of late?"

A New Day, A New Dawn - [Closed / Ended]

Annaveya Kushrina - The Northern Cross

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as the Pirate agreed to accept the opportunity for survival that she had set before him. Success was always a wonderful thing to enjoy, and by any measure this man might have been insane; but he was certainly no fool. When he asked if he would possess the chance to thrive, the smile faded ever slightly. For now she had only a long prison sentence planned for him instead of a premature death after she no longer needed his services.

However, he didn't need to know that.

Asking for his clothes then, the Kushrina Mercantile Naval Commander snapped her fingers just once. At her command, two things happened. First the door creaked open to allow her absolute leviathan of a companion inside the prison chamber. Genie was her name, and Anna's nails lightly scratched the space between the Direwolf's ears. A crewmember poked his head inside, a recently demoted intelligence officer no less as a nervous inquiry came from him.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Lieutenant, find this man's clothing. Strike Team One will have taken them and searched for any contraband. Bring everything to me, as each article of curiosity will be questioned. Maintain his weapons in the Armory for now, but I believe we've found your replacement."

The younger Lieutenant glared furiously at Edoric for a moment, absolutely disgusted with the fact that such a ragged, unprofessional appearing man was going to take his spot. His glare however, was interrupted by the rapping of the silky hand of his commander next to his ear; causing him to jump as he was met with a harshly critical glare from Anna.

"Hurry up now. I'd rather not see me forced to have you lose another rank in front of your peers." The Commander stated with a subtle impatience marking her lips.

"Y-Yes ma'am! Apologies."

He darted away then, leaving Annaveya's focus to return to Edoric as the door was latched shut once again. For a long moment, her fingertips idly scratched the back of Genie's ears down unto the thick scruff of the Direwolf's neck. Assembling her next thoughts, the absolutely vicious Captain stopped the ever satisfying scratching dealt by her nails unto the massive hound.

"Ah yes, now that we have a little bit of quiet. Edoric Thatch, meet Genie. She is my loyal Direwolf, and she practically holds an almost equivalent rank to a Lieutenant Commander on my Ship. Tread lightly around her, her eyes and nose don't ever miss a thing." Lingering upon that last word for a moment, Annaveya folded one satin leg over the other and rested her arms upon them, leaning forward to look at Edoric.

"The opportunity before you is this. My intelligence assets on the ground have proven them unreliable too often as of late. While I consolidate those issues and eliminate them, I hereby request your assistance in locating, identifying, and eliminating Pirates. Their threat while minimal to my fleet, is still viable to my mercantile sections. The greater measure by which you assist me will be given with greater reward. So, depending on your actions, you will be granted a chance to thrive.

Her continued detailing of her offer was interrupted with the opening of a door a second time. In bustled the unhappy Lieutenant, settling a pile of neatly folded, repaired, and cleaned clothing beside Edoric. Then, a burlap bag beside that of Annaveya full of various items and knick knacks were set beside the Captain. She stood as the door slammed shut again, and she unsheathed a knife from the back of her waist. Holding up the hand signal for Genie to remain still, the Captain strode across the short distance to Edoric.

Reaching up with her knife, the tightly bound ropes that held Edoric's wrists and ankles fastened tightly together were cut through rather easily like a hot knife through butter. Backing away from him as she sheathed her knife and sitting once again as she sheathed her knife, Annaveya looked from him to his clothing as if the point was simple enough.

"Your rags are repaired and cleaned. Enjoy. Get dressed as I rifle through the remainder of your belongings."

Most of the basic nonsensical trinkets he had were simply set aside as something else caught her curiosity. A folded, precariously cared for piece of heavier parchment. It felt older, more peculiar than anything else. Perhaps this might actually be worth addressing Edoric about.

Tossing it in front of him as he continued getting dressed, the Northern Cross had but only one question for the Pirate.

"Now that business is done, what is this?"

A New Day, A New Dawn - [Closed / Ended]

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Love the Puppy Post.

Annaveya has had many renditions, but having a wolf for a pet sounds like something I just might make canon in later renditions. <.<

W&T: FT RP!

Oh wow, activity!

Could anyone give me a small overview of what is happening at Lamia?

Also @j8cob What do you have in store for Stacy and Hana?

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Niti is upset.

Hana and Jeanne are talking in the main hall.

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Princess Annaveya - The Price of Royalty

She was a Queen among Pawns, each of them easily infuriated, easily manipulated and brought to fervor. Marvelous it was, how easily just a few simply uttered phrases could rile up so many and infuriate even many more. It was not arrogance that had been uttered forth from her lips, but simple known truths. Facts by which enraged weakened minds and wrathful wills.

They would soon learn the price they were to pay if war was to be made on Gemminite Soil.

Yet the unveiling of this came at a price for her. In the midst of her little jab against Drakken egos, her breath left her. As fragile as a flower, her hand swiftly rose to lightly touch her collarbone while she collapsed to her knees. Her price for sewing the seeds of discord was pain, her lungs bit at her and ached. Barely in time her hand caught her fall as she still fell forward. Panic arose above her conscious will as she vainly tried to take in the sustenance to continue living.

Never was she one for combat or strife, it had always been her weakness. Like her mother, she had an aversion to steel and harsh actions. It was always so cold, so calculatingly cruel and precise; just as precise as the chilling fingertips that dug into the softened skin of her shoulder. Once he touched her, once he took control of his beautiful flower, Anna could steal snippets of air. Even still, an insidious whisper came from him directly to her ears.

It held no direct malice or anger, rather it held a stern threat to her. This Drakken that had chosen her to be his wife had proven one point by the settled calm that he possessed. This one was not easily goaded or brought to use force, of course one such as that would have chosen her to be his bride.

For the first time in her life as her eyes met his, she came to know fear. For a moment as she struggled, his tight grip upon her shoulder made her flinch while she returned to a stand.

A reprieve however, came in the challenge from the Prince. Young and wrathful, prideful and impulsive he seemed to be. Even in her moment of terror, the Princess still took note. Even fearful, her cognition still caught vestiges of weakness disguised as strength. Once her mind had honed upon this thought, the she regained the enigmatic poise expected of her as a Princess while she rose back to a stand. Defiantly as always her fists clenched, and she stood back while the battle took place.

Meticulously she watched on while the two fought. Secretly hoping for the death of the Younger through some grave accident as the death of a Prince would certainly cause great divides in the Drakken Nobles. Never was she one to be impressed by violence, and this display left her equally nonplussed. Even when it came to a spectacular finish, the Flower watched on quietly as the terms to the end were discussed. Apparently the girl standing beside her was to remain Wilhelm's property, as well as her handmaiden.

Wilhelm then beckoned for his new bride and her handmaiden to follow, and silently she followed. From the corner of her eye however, she cast a gaze to both the Prince and Lugft; it spoke of little more than a belief. A thought that she was looking down upon them both; the thought that she a Gem was of a higher, more enlightened being than those of Drakken blood.

He sat, and she gracefully slid to a seat down in front of him. Not asking for permission or anything of the sort, she was sure that this Lord would forget her presence soon enough once he returned to his other wives. At least she hoped.

It mattered little, the seeds of discord had been sewn. Now all she had to do was survive long enough to simply water the little sapling enough to bring it to truly root.

He then questioned his two prizes if they themselves had any inquiries.

For a moment, Anna was simply stunned. It was a gesture of courtesy, a sharp sudden change from the controlling measure he had forced her so painfully through just moments before. It didn't matter, what he had done before had more than proven the content of his character. This one was not above force to achieve the means to his ends, even if that force was so subtle as to steal the very air from her lungs to take away her ability to talk.

He was willing to take the very thing that made her who she was, her words. This one, with all his vicious predation wished for a Princess to be his puppet. Sullenly, she would not oblige him. Stubbornly, she would not play his game of only a few words uttered from her lips like a slave to a master.

If this one wanted to keep her, if he wanted to continue to have her, he would soon find that the only way to do such would be to treat her as his equal. Not as the timid puppet or nervous wreck that many of the other brides had become.

It would be foolish of him to think that she wouldn't think of a way to depart if she found the means.

So instead of questioning him like he wanted her to, like he had almost ordered her to, the Princess would not utter a single word. Even in spite of his show of power, her resolve hadn't faded; her resilience even greater as a result of his actions. This one was a coward who used force to get his way, rather than reason; she would not give him the satisfaction of her fear, doubt, or worries. Wilhelm would not know them, she would not tremble before him, she might now be his wife but she refuted the very idea of slavery.

Instead, she paid him little heed if at all while her eyes and focus attentively remained upon the last of the claiming. There were only a few left, it would all be over soon.

The eve of her wedding night was near.

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