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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In her workroom within Ashkevron Residence, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady

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Faeril gave a squawk as she was scooped up and carried from the room. Her mind slightly blurred by sleep and stunned by the indignation of her position. "What do you think you are doing?!" She protested, if she hadn't drained her jewel the Widow would be trying her best to slap her kidnapper silly. Alas, she was incredibly weak much to her disgust. This is what she got trying to help people!

Xandar brought the bed and put it back into its original spot as he gently lay Faeril back down in her original position. He shrugged his shoulders “Well you were complaining I moved your bed, so, I moved it back. Simple enough.” Xandar yawned as he crawled into bed next to her, taking the covers and burying himself in them. “Now you can go back to sleep, Lady Faeril.”

The dark brow twitched as Faeril stared at the obnoxious warrior. "I shall." She growled deeply. "Get out of my bed!" She tried to snarl, a weak yawn interrupting the threat. Pushing at his larger form to try and force him from her. "You bone-headed-! I will rip your stitches out!"

“Hey, I worked very hard to keep those stitches in, per your advice.” He groaned, not even dazed by the weak pushing he felt. He curled up tighter into the blankets, peeking his head out. “Come on, one night? Mikhail bloodied up my usual sleeping area and all the other furniture. You could be a gracious host and provide me a place other than the floor.”

Faeril sighed, at least this Eyrien was taking care of his wounds. Others like him would be ripping wounds open just to prove who could flex more. Then her thoughts paused as she growled. "What...? What did Mikhail do to my house?!" Faeril swung her legs over the edge of the bed as she pushed herself weakly to her feet.

Xandar sighed, seeing Faeril try to get herself up and roam the house. He leaned forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back into bed with him. He kept his one arm draped across the front of her. “Shh. Don’t worry about it. We can take care of that tomorrow. It’s late and you need your rest.”

The Black Widow glared at the man over her shoulder as Xandar yanked her back to the bed. While she was concerned about the house, it was hard to keep that to the forefront of her mind. It was late. A late morning, along early afternoon of fights, and then whatever they had done. It was now merely early evening, but having stayed up the night before. Faeril was feeling the ache of tired bones. "I'm a gracious host. I haven't killed you yet." She hissed, pointedly moving Xandar's arm off her waist as she laid her head on the bed. "And I could give you worse than the floor."

Xandar groaned, retracting his hand and rolling over as he laid facing away from the Black Widow. He knew that she should rest and if she wasn't going to realize that herself he would babysit her and make sure she was in full health. They would need her strength in these coming days, and she was far from replaceable. This much he knew, considering she was the one to heal him. "How rude. Then how would I go about chopping your wood with a sore back? As much as you won't admit it, you need me just as much as I need you. And I need you to rest and relax a little."

Faeril huffed a breath as she pointedly ignored and failed to ignore Xandar. "I am resting!" Relaxing, however... especially with the most annoying Eyrien to walk through her door next to her. "I'll gut you." Came the tired mutter.

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @13org @SilverPaw @Zoey White
It had been a solid few days since the group had left the Ashkevron residence in Aven. Faeril had been less than thrilled to leave her family home, but there was little other choice as the Queen was hot on their heels. Randalvar had taken possession of the property and sworn to keep it safe for her return. A return she did not expect to ever be a thing. It might have been to Mikhail's relief that Randalvar had also promised to make sure her eyrie would be cleaned and kept that way averting the woman's wrath. Gennar and his two brothers had been hovering about the Queen and the Black Widow as much as they could despite the fact they were needed to act as the group's hands among the Eyrien settlements. They were not suspect unlike Xandar and could be risked, unlike Faeril. A point that all three had ganged up on their younger friend about. Faeril's job was to keep safe and thus out of the way.

It was through the brothers that the group was able to procure a coach, one that Gennar felt comfortable steering through the Blue Winds, though not the green. With four Eyriens, Mikhail, Jandar, Dareen and Fatima not to mention two horses a larger coach had been procured. Something that Gen would not speak about the price of what it cost him. "We can afford it." He stated simply, though he did whisper something to Faeril. Dareen would be the only one who overheard. The coach had cost enough to keep a family fed for a year, an outrageous sum. Faeril had winced at the price, but said nothing. The coach was a means to the end and got them out of the mountains of Askavi as quickly as possible.

Now, they stood before the landing web of a ruined town. Off in the distance was a second town. What might have been a Landen's village before the Blood claimed it for their own. War had come here in the past few decades, as in evidence in the hollow shells of homes and shops charred from fire. The blood-red witch blood bloomed about the buildings and along one side of the street. Left untended and a reminder to the horror that was being wrecked across the realms. Around the village, a circle where the Shalador people once had danced was now grown over and thorns weaved into the grasses. The tall yellow sea that surrounded the town interrupted with strands of orchards and trees. True forests to the east and far closer to the foot of the mountains.

Assured no one was in the town, the three brothers had returned to the carriage with their news. Gennar offered a hand to help Fatima out first as well as Faeril, the latter of who had recovered in part from overworking herself. "There's a newer town out to the north-east, but we didn't see or sense anyone in the area close to us." Gen reported. "Figured we ought to pause here and figure out if we want to stop by the town or not."

Faeril nodded to herself as she looked at the ruined shells that were once were homes. Homes she did not want to draw the memories out of, for the last memories here would be of things better explained by the blood red flowers. "We should stop, if only to hear the news." She offered as she looked at the witchblood flowers. Turning her head away after a time.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Dining Pavillion

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Athanasia rolled her eyes at Andy's older brother's antics. It was amusing in a charming way but in no way did it make him less strange. Though being able to shift into an elephant? Not there was something interesting! She absently wondered if he shifted into a skeleton if she could control him. Probably not as he wasn't dead. Giving Andy a sly grin she winked. "He's not wrong! You were amazing!"

Dismissing her skeletal bodyguard with a little wave and a thank you, the pale girl grinned impishly at her brother. "Dont worry, brother. I'll use it if you cant find a use for it!" She teased in reference to the dagger Arthur had been gifted with. "And some more tea sounds lovely. Then we train some more?" The question was aimed at Amdy but she glanced over at each respective brother in invitation.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @13org @Zoey White @SilverPaw

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The screams that echoed in the subterranean room were haunting. The two men were quick to spill what they knew, only asking for mercy as they had families of their own to care for. A fact Gen shot down in harsh and short order while asking for details the men could not or would not provide. "Most Eyrien warriors live in war camps and go to their families only to produce children." It was a harsh light into his own society, but young men in their prime like these two were not likely to have formed such a close bond to a woman to treat her with any decorum. A fact that was cemented as they spat curses even as they begged. From them Mikhail, Gen and Dareen would learn that they had been sent by the order of the Master of the Guard to Queen Melian. Someone Gen had no kind words for, though he held off on the judgement on whether or not to kill the two warriors, mentioning that perhaps it would be best to leave that to the Queen and Black Widow.

Up above, as Jassen's body burned, Randalvar watched as he and Xandar stood next to the fallen man. Bidding his farewell to Queen and men, the elderly Eyrien glided down from the eyrie. It would be later in the afternoon when everyone minus Faeril found their way inside. Both Bellinar and Denvar busying themselves with packing up bits and pieces of the house that couldn't be left behind. Gen was pouring out a mug of coffee for Fatima as he started the conversation. "As much as I want to wait until Faeril wakes up. There's no sign that she will any time soon, and we do need to figure out where we are going. Not to mention how you are going to fill your Court, Lady Fatima." The Green Warlord stated formerly as he began rummaging about the dining room and vanishing the precious sets of dishes. The front parlor made less than pleasent by Mikhail's earlier display.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Dining Pavillion -> Camp Entrance

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Athanasia was less than thrilled when Andy rushed off towards the fighting, but that hardly mattered in the end. With a sigh, she set the glass of tea aside and hurried after her friend. Huffing slightly as she skidded to a stop at the edge of the fight. Glancing over at her brother, Ash grinned then frowned. "Why dont you have your dagger on you?" She asked puzzled by Arthur's lack of weapon, but then she had come with nothing as well.

"So be it." She sighed as the fighting carved through the attacking monsters. You would think that the beasts that hunted half Bloods would have better sense than to attack a camp full of them! Tittering a nervous laugh, Athanasia reached out a hand to summon the dead and this time she called them to deadly battle. She called them to bring all their bones and weapons, and order them to destroy the threat posed to Andy specifically. Athanasia was not about to let a friend get hurt.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @13org @Zoey White @SilverPaw

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Gen snarled at the insult Dareen unintentionally spoke towards the Ashkevron eyrie. "Not a torture chamber, and you'd be wise never to repeat that in Faeril's presence." It took a few visibly deep breaths as Gen got himself back under control, the wound striking close to home. "Black Widows are a secretive bunch and perhaps the Ashkevrons are an old family. Their Black Widows worked their Craft down here in private. To heal, more than they harmed, though we are Eyriens and sometimes a price needs to be paid for what was taken. The Ashkevrons extracted that price one way, or the other." The Green Jeweled Warlord gave the Pruulish witch a pointed look. There were times when a male got too caught up with themselves and they violence they could wreak. A life would be left in ruined, and a price would be demanded of the perpentrator. "My brother and I sought out the Ashkevrons, our mother was broken and unable to protect herself let alone us. Eyrien society is not kind to half-bloods, but that did not matter to Lady Nivarian. So think before you slight my friend and her family." Gen's voice was harsh, old memories stirring in his mind as he placed silk over the books and Vanished the trunk. Calling in another which he began filling with tools in far better condition. Not a single thread was getting left behind if the Warlord could help it.

The Eyrien was also pointedly ignoring Mikhail as he stabbed the prisoner in his thigh. Blood welling up around the hilt of the dagger as the blade bit deep, the leg jerking but thankfully no major veins were hit. The Warlrod wore the Opal and growled in pain as Mikhail jerked the dagger out. Blood spreading across the stones, Gen wincing at the thought of the cleansing that would need to be done of the room- again. "Start? Just finish it, you'll kill me anyways freak." Snarled the fighter as he jerked against the ropes that held his hands, it was lucky for his three captors that the Ebon-Grey attack had drained his jewels. The other one, a Purple-Dusk was stony in his silence as he came aware of the situation.

In front of the Eyrie, Fatima and Jandar laid waste to Faeril's front garden. What survived the fight as they built the pyre for Jassen. Bellinar cringing and thanking forethought that the herbs and plants Faeril actually cared about were in the back garden and thus not easily accessible for trampling. "Ashke is going to kill us all for the mess we are going to leave her house." The Warlord Prince nearly moaned. As he hefted some of the firewood that sat next to the house to start to form a platform for more. There was not nearly enough for a pyre. He suspected that Gen had been planning on fixing that fact today. Well, there had been a lot of plans today that were ruined. The stiff wind had scuttled away the rain that had fallen leavin the wood and ground wet and soggy. Now it was merely overcast once more. Dreary the day.

Xandar would find himself not alone as there was a thud as the grizzled barkeep landed near to the trees. His own warblade in hand, a weapon that had seen better days. Though not for the lack of upkeep and care. It just was an old blade that was well used and loved. Randalvar looked furious and wary, "Prince." He addressed Xandar, his wings rustling nervously. "I sensed a fight up by the Eyrie. Came as soon as I got my lass somewhere safe." A reasonable fact, especially as a group of angry and battle thirsty Eyriens, could very have descended on the town with the thrill of victoy. Something that would not have done well.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Dining Pavillion

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Athanasia tilted her head as she watched the skeleton lumber off, considering Andy's question. They were good questions and the possibilities with them were tantalizing. "Well, I can shout stuff to them." The pale girl reasoned tapping the table in thought as she stared into her tea. How hard would it be to see through a skeleton's eyes? They didn't have eyes, so eye sockets? As for talking to them..."Chatters talks all the time. I understand him, though I've never really asked the skeletons to talk." Considering this, Athanasia's brows furrowed in a perplexed expression.

"But seeing through their eyes? Now I need to try this! What a marvelous idea, Andy!" Athanasia beamed at the thought, especially if it gave her one leg up to boast over Arthur. It was always fun to poke some achievement at her older brother. Never in a mean way, but in the way of a sibling who was smug with success was showing off what they had figured out how to do first. Seeing as the skeleton was off doing as she bid and the talking would be easy enough to test... "How would I even do it?" Athanasia frowned in thought. "I mean.. It's not like I'm summoning them."

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In front of Ashkevron Residence, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @13org @Zoey White @SilverPaw

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"Gennar." He returned the courtsey, jerking his head in his brothers' general direction. "My brothers, Bellinar and Denvar." It was a short answer, but they were running low on time, taking note that Fatima would be busy with the remains of her former companion the Warlord gave a short nod to Mikhail. He could appreciate what the assassin was offering. While Faeril would have been a better option, the Black Widow was out of commission by her own actions. Something he was going to explain to her was a bad idea. "There's a better place than Bellinar's room..." Muttered the Warlord. "Just... help me strip it of everything before you begin." The words were softly spoken but at most only Jean would be close enough to make them out. Picking up one of the Eyriens, he left the other for the Dea Al Mon. Figuring the Grey Jeweled Prince would rather carry his own weight so to speak. Leading the man, he walked towards Faeril's work room, and thankfully found the witch within dead within. Though Dareen proved more of a question, giving the Pruul witch a stern look as he pushed the door open and hauled the two warriors into the room. Gen raise a finger to his lips. If she wanted to, for all he cared, the witch would have no trouble following them as Gen shoved open the hidden door and made his way as quietly as possible down the steep steps to a second door, as heavy as the first.

"Don't mention this room to anyone. Faeril is... It her other work room." His golden eyes held who ever was following him. "Been in her family for years and these won't be the last, nor the first, to... suffer down here." There words were halting and stilted as he lit the small hidden room with witchfire. The dim glow revealing a long stone table with channels in that Mikhail would know was for a liquid. Cabinets lined the wall much like the room above but this one was filled with books and the tools of the Black Widow's craft. Dropping the cringing, and now awake though his partner was far in the realm of dreams yet, eyrie on the cold stone floor. Gen shut the door behind the group before dragging out a large and heavy-looking chest. Old power was woven about it and within it he began to stack the precious journals and books. Some falling apart, others looking like several hands had written in them as their covers were partly torn. "You can start once we get these away from their stink."

Bellinar grinned imprudently at Xandar. "Can't wait to show off to the Ladies, can you? Thankfully Faeril's asleep else hopefully she'd have the sense to..." It was a clear just but an elbow from Denvar rammed into his brother's stomach and an irritated and forlorn sigh told anyone with half a thought that it was an old one.

"Go get wood, Bellinar, or make yourself useful and may the Darknesss be merciful don't tell Faeril that. Not after this. She's liable to rip your wings off and beat you with them." Shaking his head at his brother's stupidity he walked to the house and began pulling things out of the kitchen that they would probably need.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Dining Pavillion

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A horn sounding across the camp interrupted the chat between Andy and Athanasia. The pale girl turning her head towards the sound, as she caught Arthur asking what the horn meant. A reasonable question, she thought as the sound seemed out of place. Sipping at the tea, she frowned as Demetri came bolting over, dagger in hand, and ordering the three young half-bloods behind him. Smiling sweetly, Athanasia had an unnerving glint in her black eyes that spelled trouble as she set down the tea. "Oh la, Demetri. Thinking to defend little me." She crooned though there was an undertone of annoyance. As if she couldn't defend herself! Flipping her braid over one shoulder, the child crossed one leg over the other at the ankle. It irked her, but it was true. As she was, Athanasia had to admit that she was pretty vulnerable and weak. Not to say that couldn't change, for it would change, but it was irritating while she always felt 'lesser'. She was supposed to be the best and brightest. Perfection was her goal, nevermind what her mother thought.

Zeke was also on the defensive she noted, so that horn was definitely not good and not some 'big brother overreaction'. "I dislike being short." Athanasia muttered into her tea, wrinkling her nose. "If you would, snälla?" To anyone else she was speaking to the air, but the earth groaned and a skeleton emerged from the ground next to Athanasia. The tiny girl was simply grateful this one had all its bones. "Go see what's about." Ash ordered her chin in her hands. Kicking her legs back and forth absently. "See Demetri? Those who wish to make bones with me, will deal with bones." Grinning at the phrase she had heard her mother say to a colleague. 'If they wish to make bones about it-!'