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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @SilverPaw

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Faeril's blue eyes weres filled with annoyance as she gazed at the child-Queen while the little girl tried to clean up the spilled wine. Though she most likely had seen her majority, the maturity of it seemed to not have caught up with her. While she was pleased, she had perhaps found a worthwhile Queen, if a bit foolish, Faeril was more so pleased by the fact Xandar was accepting her thus far and not ripping Fatima's head from her shoulders. The Warlord Prince had quite the reputation when it involved the ruling caste. Though it gave her no end of amusement to see his befuddlement at how this Queen was in her nature. He would learn in time, and the bit of iron in the young Fatima would keep the Court in check. Though Faeril figured if that didn't do it a bit of bullying from herself would.

"Faeril Ashkevron." She answered in a clipped voice as Randalvar entered through the back door with several large bags and a hefty crate. Normally she would not have blinked at Vanishing the items away into the sort of cupboard the Blood held within their power, but with the Blood Opal she was far more careful. It always amused her at how some Landens believed the Jewel was the power. It some case that was so, but the Jewel was a focus point and storage area for the excess power the Blood's body's created. A witch could have her Jewel broken, but she still would have access to her Craft. The cost, however, was a steep one. Sanity. Madness was a road the Blood called the Twisted Kingdom and she had walked many of it's paths.

Cursing herself for overstretching herself between weaving needless webs into the night to lure her hope to her, and the whole business with her many guests. Looking over at Jean and Jassen, Faeril spoke firmly and tried her best to keep bais out of it for the man attacking her. "And while I welcome Jean to join us," Like the man could refuse! "I cannot nor will I extend that invitation to Jassen. He is not a member of your Court." Not to mention he had to tried to kill her.

"A little harsh, eh?" Randalvar grunted as he set the crate and two sacks on the counter. Pouring a shot of whiskey, he slid it over to Xandar to cover up the slight jerk of his head at the other man that the supplies were his for the taking. He knew the Blood Opal when he saw it.

"Which means, Lady, he has a choice of death or having his mind wiped of these events." It was harsh, but Faeril had not lived this long without drawing that line for numerous others. There was quite the 'Like Hell!' from the old barkeep as the Healer-Black Widow shot him a warning look that it would be wise for him to keep his mouth shut. Which Randalvar didn't seem like taking.

"You are wearing the Blood Opal, Fae. Don't think I don't see it. Don't feel it. Why would you be wearing that and not the Red?"

Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille
@13org @Zoey White

"Hell's fire, Mother Night and May the Darkness be merciful." Swore Denvar as he called in his war blade. "Why tell them the Red Jeweled Healer that scares the pants off us is gone?" He complained as the sound of running reached them and Gen appeared in the archway gasping and panting for breath.

"Because that would make them break the door down faster?" Bellinor offered tentatively as there was laughter from the other side. Gripping a fire poker, he Vanished the books once more. "I don't see us holding them off." He warned in a growl to the Green Jeweled brother.

Gen nodded as Mikhail formed his wires, though the others didn't know that exactly. They did know the Dea Al Mon was doing something. Tapping Mikhail on the shoulder Gen jerked his head towards the front door. "Faeril isn't here even if you were looking for her." He hated giving up his friend, but there were Eyriens in the town who could and would fight for the Healer. If she went to the town, that is. If not, then sending these fools the town would buy them time. "Where did Faeril go?" He hissed to the group in an undertone, his golden eyes still bleary from sleep. "Who is with her? You didn't let her go alone!" There was a dangerous current in Gen's voice as he started to fret.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Armory -> F1

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Athanasia wasn't one to admit to weakness or unease, preferring to brush it off and focus on what she could do. Which was far more lady like in her young opinion. As Kristin led them to the armory, she waved with a wide grin to her co-escapees from the school as they left decked in armor with a interesting array of weapons. Hopefully they were on her side if this fight. Something she wished would have been the same for Andy. The daughter if Zeus was a interesting person and Athanasia did want to be friends with her. Being about the same age did have a large hand to play in it.

Looking over the assortments, she dismissed the larger weapons as being too big. Reasonable as she was knky ten after all. It was doubtful she actually would fight due to her age but at least she could be there. Watch how events unfolded and learn a bit more about this strange new and exciting world. Bows were another choice and one she seriously considered. Her mother had helped her dabble in archery for an amusement. Though her far more serious lessons had been in martial arts and sword play. Which meant a sword would be her greatest ally. With a bow? She was more likely to hit a friend than a foe. Letting Arthur do the talking for them she kept an ear out for answers as she pursued her weapon. Grinning she pulled free a light and smaller sword. A rapier. It wasn't her first choice, her first choice would be a double edged light sword, which were super cool and amazing! But this would do for as short as she was. Sorting out her armor as well, she scooted over to try and give Andy a fumbling hand with an apologetic smile. Success or fail, the pale girl then scampered after her half brother with a quick wish of good luck to Andy."This will be lovely! Oh, la! If only Andy were on our team then it would be simply delightful."

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Approx. 10:15
Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @SilverPaw

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Faeril took a step back as the larger form of Jassen lunged at her, her eyes wide with shock. Cursing herself the fool as Grey power lanced her Blood Opal in defense, she shifted her attention to the knife that was hovering less than a foot from her face. Sapphire power glimmered in a shield, and the other man, a Dhemlan if she were to make a guess, stood holding the Hyallian man back from finishing the blow. As the Eyrien Warlord Prince walked by to grip the drunk and heft him in the air, a feat that was difficult with two people, leaving Jassen hanging from Xandar's grip with the tips of his, Jassen's, boots scrapping the floor for purchase. Letting out a slight sigh, Faeril looked slightly shocked by the actions of the Dhemlan and the Eyrien. "Perhaps I won't leave you limping." She commented to Xandar by way of a thank you. A gruff one, but a thank you all the way. She had be careless and doubtless her brothers would become mothering hens for a time. Irritating as it was.

As Fatima ordered the drunken fool to sit down and behave, Faeril studied the small woman. Unopposing, able to command, and a fool. She had revealed herself to death if she proved to be anything but true in her mind and word. The drunk grimaced and bowed to his Queen, stalking back to the table and sitting down. Though his eyes never left the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince and a sneering grimace graced his face. He didn't like how much his Queen was risking and the Black Widow could respect that. As Xandar moved to speak with the small woman, Faeril gripped his arm for a minute before dropping her hand. Giving a quick shake of her head, she spoke with a solemn if slightly shaky voice. "Wait your turn, puppy." It was common for Eyrien warrior to call younger ones or overzealous young men 'puppy'. An often apt term. "She must pass my test."

Though there was hope as to her answer. As Fatima lowered her shield and allowed the Black Widow within her mind, something few would do. The Black Widow did not hesitate as her power slipped and spread tendrils of a web through Fatima's mind. It was not the ruthless claws Faeril would use with her foes, but a gently pulling. Urging that if any ill thoughts were there they would come forth. Urging the reasons and truth to be revealed. The Widow knew her Craft and she wielded it well. Noting the death of the child, her heart ached in agreement. The unbidden memory of heart-rending loss tore through Faeril's mind and brushed against Fatima's, though the last of the Ashkevrons was able to keep the detail from being known. She did not trust this Queen fully and even if she had... That was not something she would speak easily about. Gently she stroked the young Hyallian's mind as her voice spoke with the wisdom that went beyond her age. "You speak true. You do not seek to destroy, but to embrace. But can you embrace the Darkness and all it is? Can you give up a great sacrifice for the greater cause? Can you hold the leash to the Triangle?" Three males appeared as shadowy figures in Fatima's mind. One held the sense of great power, a tidal wave held fast at bay and yet it seethed to be unleashed. Another was a warrior, there was no mistaking that. The third however was the hardest to see, a blurry image. First Escort, Master of the Guard and Steward respectively.

Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille
@13org @Zoey White

The twin brothers shrugged absently. They were curious and wanted to test out Mikhail's skills in a spar, but this was not the place nor the time. Gen hopefully would be up and Faeril returned. But their wishes and hopes would soon be put on hold as the door to the front of the eyrie shook as someone pounded on it hard enough the windows rattled. If anyone were to look out the window they would see a large group of Eyrien warriors. All armored and with Eyrien war blades in hand. The leader of the group was a member of the District Queen Melian's Court, and thus known to the three Saroth brothers though not their guests. "Open up, Ashkevron. We've got a message you are haboring a criminal. The Reaper." The man's grin was brazen and promised nothing good. "Word gets around fast when there's coin to be had. Our Lady's had enough of your arrogant and rude ways. She wants you to be her Healer or you can Heal the war camps." This was something that Dareen would know along with the Eyrien males though not Mikhail. War camps were the homes to the standing fighting force for an Eyrien court. A barrack where bastard children were common and filled with the young, restless, and cruel warriors that were some of the most dangerous in the Realm.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 Just shoot if you need anything!

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 Oh geez! I understand the feeling all too well. If you need to withdraw that's fine. Though feel free to come back when you feel up for it. I'm always able to work in new players into the Rp!

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Dining Pavilion, Zues's Table

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Athanasia frowned slightly in thought. So nectar and ambrosia were the food of the gods? Then why did the gods enjoy the smell of burnt food?Chalking the question up to one of life's great mysteries, the young girl listened to Kristin as she talked about the wars that had happened. It seemed there were a good few of them, which didn't sit well with Athanasia. There had been two wars in recent years, and before these two older girls had come to Camp Half-Blood. "Why hadn't we heard about these wars? How do you cover up one? Aren't they rather big?" It was a fair question, after all a siege of a Roman Army would surely have been noticed and on the news. Heck, it might have made the news less boring!

Giving a raised brow to Arthur as the teams were announced, Athanasia decided it would be best to join the fray. After all, sitting on the sidelines seemed so utterly boring. This way she could see the forest and what exactly with 'Capture the Flag' stuff was about upfront and personal. Her only issue with the teams was the fact that Andy would not be with her and Arthur which was entirely counterintuitive to her plan of making a friend! Grinning at the fellow Big Three kid anyways, 'Ash' winked slyly at Andy. "Promise, I will go easy on you. That Crystal Rivers Prison, I mean School, didn't let me take my parisol!" Shaking her head in mock dismay, she bounced eagerly in her seat as she switched her attention back to Kristen and Alannah. "Shouldn't we get to this armory?" She urged, unable to hide her interest and curiousity.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Approx. 10:10
Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @SilverPaw

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Jassen looked cross as Fatima stood up in her disguise and moved towards the two newcomers at the bar. It was not without reason, Jandar would notice. The female Eyrien had shown she was respected, but when the newcomer who stood with the authority and moved with the grace of a trained fighter that screamed more than just battle the crowd had silenced as he had passed. Now a steady trickle was leaving the building, and more than a few glances were cast at the Eyrien Warlord Prince. If Jean were to pry, he would notice that this male was the strongest in the building wearing a jewel of rank that was at least the Grey if not darker.

Hearing the larger Eyrien sit down next to her, Faeril sighed as the rustling of people standing and exiting the tavern reached her ears. This was developing into problem after problem. Randalvar appeared to agree as he huffed an annoyed grumble. "I see you're both back together..." The grizzled old warrior eyed the pair, and Faeril met his look with a matching glare that bespoke that his ale would not be safe from her poison. Hastily backpedaling from his misstep, the barkeep shrugged as though it was nothing but a polite query. "And don't worry about that lot leaving. No one wants to get between the Reaper and a Queen." He voice was undertoned and cut off sharply as Fatima approached the bar. Allowing the said Queen to catch her caste and nothing more. Taking the wine glass, he wiped it out and poured another draught of the mixture into it, before sliding it back to the Hyallian Queen.

Faeril pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke in Eyrien. "Do nothing foolish. If this is as I think, I must test this lady and I will fight you if I must to keep my people safe." The Black Widow warned Xandar. Randalvar took his cue and slipped into the back with a quick mutter about Faeril's supplies. Turning her icy gaze, the Black Widow studied the small Queen and stood. Her leathery wings flaring slightly. "What is the Queen's pleasure?" Faeril stated with an underlying challenge in her voice as the last of the Eyriens left. A Blood Opal shield enclosing the exits and entrances of the main taproom of the tavern. A probing touch of Blood Opal power probing at Fatima's mind as Faeril looked for an opening.

Jassen standing suddenly with a snarl, "What are you doing to my Queen?" Jandar would also feel the Blood Opal power as Faeril sought against Fatima's shields, as would the Queen herself. The probing power weaker than her own but relentless in its search. Rushing the Eyrien woman, Jassen unsheathed a knife with the intent of using it to protect the Grey Jeweled Queen.

Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille
@13org @Zoey White
Both brothers attitude shifted as Mikhail revealed he was Dea Al Mon. "Your kind don't leave the forests of your territory often from what I've heard." Denvar noted with a wary tone of respect in his voice. It was one thing for the twin Warlord Princes to know that the man was a warrior of some sort, it was quite another to hear he was from the warrior race of Kaeleer. Though they had never met any of the Dea Al Mon, the Children of the Forest were secretive and didn't often stray form their homes, Denvar had heard enough to know they claimed to be the equals of Eyrien warriors.

"And never do you stray into Terreille." Bellinar noted with a touch of admiration to his voice, though his stance spoke of the same wariness. "Honestly, I haven't really heard mention of them since the Queens started becoming corrupt." The newcomer admitted as he moved to perch on the couch, a hand awkwardly patting Dareen's shoulder. "Don't worry lass, Faeril isn't unkind."

"She's not unkind, just..." Denvar agreed with some reservations. He was not given to hope without reason and if Dareen had angered Faeril enough, there was little enough of that. "Stubborn? Relentless? Sharp?" Shaking his head as he brother glared at him, the male turned back Mikhai. "Wonder how well you fight now. Rumor had it that your kind were warriors, of a sort."

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 I'm going to advise against a Satyr as they wouldn't work well with the current situation. The twisted Queens would probably try to stuff you for amusements if you were a satyr. As for an assassin, that would work absolutely fine.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 Well we are open, but this isn't your typical Royal Court RP. Court jesters really aren't a thing Queens would have, though I suspect I could fit one into one of the Twisted Queen's lower circles. It would depend, on how you plan on setting this character up and such. Also, it'd be a fair point to keep in mind that I'm going to be drawing all characters over to Fatima (eclecticwitch)'s court eventually. So I'd also have to think out how you'd join up with the rest. Just some things to keep in mind, but please! Go ham at it, and submit a CS that I'll be glad to look over and hash out with you!

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood

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Athanasia shot an 'all-too-sweet' smile at Arthur as he joined, a slight brow raised as she wondered what had kept him up. Shrugging off her curious question, the daughter of Hades turned her attention back to Alannah. So no one got killed? But that didn't sound right when in comparison with what Chiron had said. Though she suspected it was a rarity, an oddity. An idea that was confirmed by the admittance of healers within the camp. "But what do ambrosia and nectar have to do with healing?" She wondered aloud after Andy's question, which also pricked her interest. She remembered her mothering saying something ambrosia but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Nectar, however, was a form of honey. How would that help?

"Has the camp been attacked before?" Athanasia added as an afterthought that was meant more towards herself. Giving a sideways look to Arthur as she did. This was something they would need to look into. Might be and could be and had been were very different things in her young mind. Glancing back towards Andy, Athanasia raised a brow and smiled. "Perhaps we should see this armory! I mean, Arthur doesn't need to since he's got a dagger to prick his fingers with." Ash chirped the suggestion as she nudged her cabin mate with a small elbow. It was all in good cheer.