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Alysse BlackWater

"An' so it has begun."

It had begun. Giving a slow nod towards the others, the Ironteeth Witch withdrew to the shadows as she walked towards the courtyard. Alysse pulled out the small mirror within her robes, and pulled a candle near. Running the light about the mirror as a chef would run butter about a pan, her words became a archaic whirl of wind. "Hark ye and awaken, my voice it does cry." For her small and slight figure, her voice carried the promise of blood and battle. Of the riches of the world and the magic within her very bones. For her's was the voice of a High Witch, the leader of her Coven. But she would become more- Already she felt the drape of the heavey robes of age and the Iron Crown of the legendary Witch Queens of old. The mirror in her hand flickered and flared as she stepped into the courtyard, across the lake she felt the wind stir as her Sisters rose to her cry. "Come hither mine kin. Come hither to hearth and blood!"

Letting her head to fall back she listened to the whispering wind, she sighed in bliss. It was a lovely night, the sky was wide and black as the finest of silk. Flexing the mirror again, she peered into it to see her rooms. It would be rooms after all. She had warned Lancelot- in the politeness of a formal request, of course= that her kin would join her where she went. Save some missons. Something none of them were happy with, but she would rather leave them behind to guard what was hers rather than to risk their skins. Of course, Mina had begged her. Her skin was worth ten times theirs. She was the High Witch after all. To lose her would devastate them. Cat-eyes gleamed with pleasure as she saw the set up of the rooms. Which would suit her lovely. One for her sisters and a general entree area, most of all her own sleeping area. As well as a bathing chamber, something the witches would kill a thousand times for. A series of couches and settees covered in furs and silks greeted her eyes in the main room, a fire blazed in the wall of the first room bleeding it's heat easily into her own room. Leaving her own bed- a actual bed!- far from both fire and window. Something she appreciated as she never did care for the warmth overly much. Lest it was the warmth of a lover.

Slowly, her mind wandered down the routes she had made. The people she had seen. The hopes she had. The dark veiled fallen Queen would be a stout ally. One she would aim to gain and keep, as honestly as she could. Two women against the world was a deadly thing, and honesty would form a good basis. After that base was made however... Then the game would begin, but that was years ahead. That would be when the land was her and her handsome knight's. A tongue flickered across her lips. Oh, she would like to get a taste of that man! Eyeing a metal man that had been in the hall, she chuckled. Keeping a keen eye on him as the sky.

Oh, the games had begun and now they would fly or fall! Already in the distance she saw her sisters. As they landed, she turned away. The Blackwater witches falling about her in a veil of protection. They would die before she did. Nodding a head to bring Clio, her third in command to her, she directed the woman to the rooms of Evelyn. "Tell her where I will be located and extend her welcome." Alysse commanded, "Give her naught but courtesy, all of you." Her voice was low and she spoke with her head hooded and close with Clio's. The thirteen of her coven all dressed in their riding leathers, save her. Already she had dispatched Norae and Dorae to watch the door and corridor to their chambers. Clio bowed low to her leader and departed to do as she was bid.

Soon they all were behind the door and listening as Alysse recounted the meeting. Clio would return and be caught up by the others. It was how things were done and had been done. Anise was watching the window for threats as Alysse slipped from the robes to a tight corset. "I believe I will leave her knight to any who could win him- be discreet. I will seek to speak to that grim statue at some point. Same to the first one I saw. Feast on the towns here neatly, no deaths. We will not offend Lancelot." Her coven nodded as they moved about, and filled her in on the wealth of the town as they had found them.

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