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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

@NanoFreakV2 @nohbdies Just waiting on you to post. Please do not put it off til the last day!

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Richard Laine

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Location: The Palace

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The man looked in amusement down at Atkin, his serpentine eyes never wavering. What a odd little fool this one was! He was a brave lad, Richard would give him that. But one did not charge up to a dragon and a stranger without some caution. "Some advice, lad. Keep yourself with caution." Patting the youngest on the shoulder, Richard's broad hand fell away as a woman walked up. Not only did she walk up, this Lyra Laurerk pronounced she knew where his child was! The man stiffened and there was a deep aggressiveness in his stance and eyes that spoke volumes to those who knew him.

The Adder drew a deadly hiss, as he chained his temper. This woman had not kidnapped his offspring nor did she seem to offer the mother of said child any harm, Richard reminded himself. It was hard enough when Ayita showed interesting in a young man... To have his own child! It was nerve wracking on the man. "Please." The word and the nod of the head were polite enough, but Richard's tone was nothing short of a command. Refusal would be met with violence, unless it was Thalia. For she was the mother and mother's had a sense about their children.

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Rhys Asher

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Location: The Palace

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Rhys shifted into a fighting stance as the stranger snapped the ropes and drew a bludgeoning club. So she didn't want to fight them? But she was fully prepared to. It was curious. Turning a glance towards Nera the rogue gave a dry comment. "Care to repeat that for those that don't understand foreign garble, lovely?" But it didn't matter in the end, Rhys thought with some amusement. This wasn't his fight. Rather it was just a means to the end of the ExtraOrdindary Wizard and all those who would not yield the position to him when he chose to take it.

His ambitions had grown and he wanted more than just the death of Blaine and Arya. He wanted them all dead and him on the top. Controlling the Castle and the city. A puppet master pulling the strings from behind. "My dear, perhaps it is time to take me up on my suggestion. You know very well how to get in." The Wizard commented to the Witch Mother, careful to keep his tone light and neutral. Yet, he did not care for being weaponless against this strange woman, and if he knocked her out or maimed her enough to twist her to his ends?

[color=Gold]"Make a sword, balance and true. Transmute the club that lies before me to rusted flakes." The Wizard reached out with magyck in an attempt to up the field against the woman. Doubtless she would be just as dangerous, but he would rather she not have a weapon to brain him with.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

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Location Stark Tower

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Richard groaned as he stood with a ease that made the complaint a lie. Casting a raised brow at his little sister as Ayita looked desperately between the retreating Allison and him. Unsure and torn between her loyalties. Flicking a few fingers in a subtle dismissal, the Adder gave a grin at the look of relief that flickered across Ayita's face. Sauntering with the grace of a trained killer- it wouldn't hurt to let those who knew the signs of one to know- a broad hand clamped down on Guin's head. Toussling the Stark's hair. "Sorry brat, but you do have a prisoner. One who can make sure you get out of there if you insist on going and those two minute men get taken out." A thumb jerked the direction of the Pierto tag-team indicating of whom he spoke.

The snake slitted eyes shifted from the most likely irritated woman to Tony with a quirked brow. "I'll need to borrow a suit jacket, though. Looking my best is half my armor." Tucking the offending hand that had mussed Guin's hair into his pocket, the assassin frowned sternly at Marygold. "You're in charge of this expedition so I'm charging you with making sure Ayita stays sane and keeps her humanity if I fall." Perching back on the arm of a chair, the assassin pulled out a cigarette in on hand and lighter in the others. Putting the sin to his lips, Richard flicked the lighter several times before the cigarette caught. Blowing a stream of smoke the killer sighed in relief that he hadn't lost them during the gun battle.

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location Stark Tower

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Ayita blinked as Allison turned and walked quickly from the room. Should she follow? What of Brother and the plans of possible attack? Her head snapped back and forth between the two as she felt the odd indesiciveness flood her veins. She didn't like it at all. This was the very thing she had taught herself not to do. When you had a choice, you committed to one side. But with people it was not so simple. Something that irked the woman. Catching her brother's eye, the woman paused and studied the Adder. Not her brother. He was making decisions based in the best interest of the mission and thus the survival of all.

Which counted her out of course.

But her ire at her brother's overprotective nature was short lived as Richard flicked his fingers away from himself. Telling her to go. For all she wanted to bite him in the ass sometimes, Ayita did care deeply and praised the day they had stumbled across each other. Moving towards the door, the woman detoured about to pass by Damon. "Send someone if you- anyone- needs myself or Allison, please." The hesitation before the please was there as if she wasn't sure if it was right to say it. Though the woman knew Damon would know what she meant by 'someone'. For all she considered herself neither human, fauna nor mutant. Sharing far more in common with beast and bird. But always apart form them. Just as it was with humans.

Trailing after Allison, Ayita shifted into a wolf to track the scent of her friend. Finding her easily, the woman shifted back in a crack of bone and blend of flesh of fur. "Allison." Sitting gingerly on the couch. Finding it strong enough Ayita relaxed her entire weight onto it. Unsure what she could do, but eager to at least try to help.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose Got everything set! Now what are my Cultural skills?

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

@NanoFreakV2 @Deos Morran @Torack @nohbdies @eclecticwitch

Would anyone be against lowering the time limit on posts down to a week?

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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@Torack The Master of the Guard cringed as he saw the deep frown that flickered across Lucivar’s face. While there wasn’t much known about the Eyrien Warlord Prince, the simple fact was that he wore the Ebon-Grey and thus was not on to cross easily. He was dangerous. The Hyallian assassin could feel his limbs grow heavy and taunt as though a great weight pressed about him his shields doing very little to stop the oncoming force. Golden eyes flickered with panic. Death was bad enough, but if he had to face her and explain his failure? That would be worse. Thanking his forethought to have cloaked himself in Crafted shields about his hand weapon as Lucivar sought to tear it from his grip with the Ebon-Grey, the assassin acted before he could be stopped.

The silver blade jerked upwards at the same time as the assassin’s jewel lashed out at the small Queen before him. Karlianne’s blood spilling down the front of her dress as wide eyes stared in pain and shock as her jewel was burned out by the more powerful male. But the assassin did not gain time to boast as Lucivar’s next move closed off the assassin’s airway. Suffocating the man couldn’t bear to moved as the Queen in his arms gripped at the her throat. Sinking back against her killer, even as her eyes dulled. The life leaving her body as the assassin had stuck out with that last bolt of power to burn away the Queen’s left over power and what remained of her mind. A blessing perhaps as death would have been slow and painful.

Tristan looked in horror, shoving Lucivar aside in an attempt to reach his Queen. A small woman who would no more be Queen, as she laid upon the wood polished floor.

@Deos Morran Belor felt his wings that had been stiff with worry relax. “It involves you and your keep. As those who will be drawn to the Queen will be drawn here.” The Rose Jeweled Warlord Prince nodded in admittance that the commander had hit the nail on the head. “She would do a better job of explaining it but with the Hourglass Coven being hunted down… We thought it might be best to see where you stood upon such matters before granting full disclosure.” There was almost an apologetic note in the man’s voice, his head nodding in thoughts that were more for himself than Rathe.

While this could very well be a trap, what Belor had heard of the Warlord Prince that commanded the Helios Warcamp- something he had taken to calling a ‘Fort’ for some strange reason- was that the man disliked the twisted queens greatly. Enough that he lived the life of a rogue and led many other men in such things. Of course there was always the odd woman, but not many.. They weren’t the targets of the Twisted Queens generally and often if they did have ties to the rogues. They were the spies inside of town and such. “Three will make the triangle about the Queen, and two of those three will gather here at Helios. As to where this Queen is…” The Warlord Prince shook his head in annoyance. “That would be for the Widow to answer and she will tell no one until those who are needed are gathered. Stubborn women.”

@NanoFreakV2 While more arrows followed the first, they did not pierce the deflecting shield that Crowglide had put about himself and his mount. A blessing perhaps, as the horse soon entered the cover of the woods. Rendering any more arrows near useless and less than an attempt. There was no noise of pursuit from behind the fleeing mount. For while the guards had been there it was more of an attempt to keep people out rather than in. More of a way to collect gold from tolls and taxes than to actually guard the citizens. For the Queen of the village was greedy. And while the village did have a slight ‘wall’ made of rough pastures surrounding the village, the main road was a road and thus carts found it more easy than hopping a fence.

@nohbdies The first of the archers reached the door, a scraggly looking youth not even reaching his majority of twenty years. With an arrow nocked on his hunting bow and the string taunt with the intent to kill. There was a split second of silence in the cabin as the Hyallian Warlord managed to register what was going on. Though he failed to rise from the bed. A shared look of fury passed between the two as raw power surged from the Warlord, and the bow string snapped as the arrow was loosened to pin the Warlord to the bed. His eyes staring in shock at the shaft that protruded from his chest. But the boy was not still yet. His clothes were slightly burnt and blood encrusted his hands and arms. Mud covered the solid looking boots and his eyes were wild with terror and rage as he aimed the next arrow at the Healer and her escort.

A hand shot out pushing the bow down as the second archer caught up. They both had the look of two who had been out hunting and had run into some disaster or mishap. “Watch her! That’s a Healer, Liran.” The breathless lad gasped out sharply. The first boy’s rage slowly draining as he looked at Artemis and started to shake from the shock. A green cast coming over the lad’s face.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: The Palace

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There was a wicked smile of the rogue wizard's face, as he gave a chuckle. "Lover. Am I moving up in the world?" But while words were eager for such a thing, Rhys was in fact contemplating the best way to dispose of the Witch Mother and place Nera as his puppet in her place. Giving a graceful bow, he swept an imaginary hat from his head. "My dear Witch Mother. I would be so eager to make sure you remain unharmed. That is what allies are for are they not?"

So it was Rhys followed after the woman and found himself facing an amusing situation. It wasn't like he could go to the Castle with the news that the Port Witches had the little Luna or that he would. It would go against what he wanted after all. Not to mention he whole business with the fact he was supposed to be dead. Speaking of which... He's have to deal with that pesky wizard at some point. Doubtful the man would keep his mouth shut but... Mistaken identity? He had never really spoken of his family so it was possible to say he was a relation of the poor lad who had perished. Leaning against the wall as he watched the two witches deal with an intruder and their Cradle Snatched child. Richard though he might amuse himself. "What is this little odd one doing here? Shall I just... Read what you most desire you precious childe?" Rhys crooned as he eyed the woman greedily trying to read her thoughts. "Do you want that one... She looks entertaining."

Ancient Piracy

Ryssa gripped one of the rope's grapple and pulled herself up it with ease. Though it was not necessarily a skill that came from climbing ropes so much as climbing the balconies of her mother's residence. Allowing visits between customers and her to slip away without having to risk being spotted by some handsy drunk. Latching a hand upon the rail of the deck the grey haired woman disguised as a man swung herself on board. A knife stabbing into the throat of an archer who turned to face her.

Thus her one advantage came into it's full glory. Speed. Quick and light on her feet. Ryssa slipped and slide across the deck with ease as she knifed and engaged the archers in brief fights. Often using the bodies of the men as shields against their fellow archers before moving onto the next. Better it was still to topple them into the water. Though she would settle for this and making a general nuisance of herself. Though Ryssa was under no false illusions. If one of those bastards snagged her just right to find out who she was, or pulled her into the water. She would either have to kill him quickly, or grab onto the ship and hope she could pull herself from the vast depths below them.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked, startled, as the door swung open to reveal Liza. Her name was barely out of the woman's lips before questions followed like the tailor thought they would. Timidly, the raven haired vampiress slipped into the apartment and sat uneasily on the bed. Letting the bag fall to the floor with a slight thump. Not the noise of books or anything heavy, but of dense fabric and such. Twisting her fingers about each other, Alice bit her lip in thought. Now she was here, and she didn't have a clue what to say! How utterly untypical of her! The chatty, witty tailor who enjoyed her craft and life. Until it all had been ripped away from her. Tossed under the wheels of a cruel world because of Liam Enduro. And just when she was building up a new life and a hope for the future the bastard showed up again.

"He- The ball..." Alice knew she would minimize her belief that Dalton had been involved or tricked into bringing her to the gala. "Liam was there, the vampire that turned me." There, the hardest bit was out leaving the rest of the carefully constructed words that would follow. All of which had fled her the minute she saw Liza's concerned and worried face. "I am sorry for worrying you. You've done so much for me, and I am thankful for it, but I need to leave. The city. Liam was very insistance that I join him. As his lover and feeder." The younger vampire spat out the words her face pale at the thought. The latter was bad enough, but she sure as hell would not be the vampire's lover. He had his chance. Perhaps if he been more... Diplomatic about it? But it was too late for that. He had cost her too much.

"Two other vampires were hunting Liam and were at the ball, they stopped him before he could do anything." Alice chewed at her bottom lip, her eyes focused on the slowly growing light from the window. "But there was a scene at the ball, police were called. I don't think they noticed me, I was able to slip away before they started counting heads. Went to my shop and got some things..." Alice gave a wobbly smile. "At least a bit of my ditzy window installation came in handy."

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

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