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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 the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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The dusty Sceltie paused as Dereen tried to distract him. Giving her a cocked head, he looked a bit perplex before shrugging it off. *I like playing fetch! I am Dunny!* As if he was a young lad old enough to know his manners, which he in fact was, Dunny sat and offered the Pruulish witch a paw. *Do you know the silly Queen? She will be a good Queen, but she is very silly!* The stick was caught and floated up as Dunny gave a doggy grin to Dareen as he floated the stick back to her. A smug gleam in those brown eyes.

As Mikhail walked off, he would find himself not alone as the burly figure of Gennar joined him. Watching Dareen and the pup, the winged warrior sighed and gave a sideways look at Mikhail. "Prince." He stated softly once they were out of earshot of the others, gently laying a hand on the Dea Al Mon's arm warily. "I am not saying you are wrong." He raised his hands in defense and gave the assassin a grim smile. "I agree with you and Ashke would not take the harm of a child well, nor would she permit it." No, Ashke would die rather than watch a child be harmed. She had seen too many of such deaths. "But do not go out on your own if you can help it. You are healing and these places may stir memories. Ashke tasked me with reminding you." There was a grim smile on Gennar's face as he looked towards the house where the Black Widow rested. "My sister, worries though she would never admit it. And for you-" He held out a small disk of wood and thread. A small healing web. Gennar's face warned Mikhail not to ask as he looked absolutely thunderous. In truth, Faeril had made it under her guard's noses for the Dea Al Mon on the dregs of her power. "She cast a spell into it to slowly piece your mind together. To speed up the healing so when she was at strength again she can finish her task." Gennar finished with an annoyed tone. Yet Mikhail would feel a familiar sense of knowing what trouble a sister's efforts could bring. The fleeting flash of a face nearly forgotten and the cruel pang of loss.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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Denvar yawned as he emerged from the rough shell of a home that would have sheltered them well enough from any rain. Having satisfied himself that Faeril was quite alright and tucked away, the Warlord Prince followed the scent of cooking meat to give his brother a wide grin. Diverting his path, Denvar moved to pluck a canteen and call in a rough looking kettle. Settling it next to the fire, with a nod towards Xandar that mirror one Bellinar had given the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince a good few minutes before. "What in the name of Mother Night happened?" Denvar asked in a conversational way.

Bellinar was in a grumpy mood as he gave a huff of irritation. "The assassin took in a fool boy and his dog. The Prince is right in the fact we need to be wary, even of boys." Denvar gave a nod of agreement, though he look was grim.

"I do hope that Ashke won't be needed to deal with it. She was still asleep when I checked on her." The brother stated with a sideways look at Bellinar.

"Hopefully not. I just got back from visiting from Lady friends." The Eyrien warrior grinned with a leering look in his golden eyes. Yet there was a slightly uncomfortable look reflected in Gennar's eyes he watched on from where he was packing up the wagon.

Denvar seemed to miss Gennar's arrival from the house so shortly after his own as he gave a sharp laugh. "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself as you got some information for us-?"

"Nothing overly interesting. The Queens here aren't looking for us- yet. The Sadist is on loan from Hayll, apparently his pissed Dorothea off. It's the talk of the town."

The talk by the coals of the fire were just out of shot of those who walked towards it. The boy's shoulders hunching in shame as Jandar recognized him. Looking utterly insulted as Jandar implied he had not warned Dunny, Thom bristled. "I did tell 'im! I swear I did!" He protested at Jandar in a harsh whisper. The Queen forgotten in his indignity and shame as he flinched away from the words that the Warlord sent at him. He hadn't known of the serving girl. Hadn't cared to be honest, but to admit that seemed to mark on his shame. "I-I didn't-!" Thom's eyes dropped to the ground as he shrunk under the Warlord's glare. Shuffling alongside Jandar, Thom looked utterly beaten. "Dunny got the stuff, not me." He offered weakly, afraid of the questions that might be coming. Namely why he had been pretending to be a girl. That would probably be the worst of it, and Thom winced as he considered how to best answer it.

Dunny had raced away to the fire and was dancing about the Eyriens, heedless of the worry his friend was in. As far as Dunny was concerned the Queen was a good Queen and the others smelled good too. Thom was a bit hard headed, but they would herd Thom to the fire. Dunny didn't have a doubt about that. Plopping himself right beside Xandar, the little dog thawcked his tail with blinding speed in the dust. *Meat? I smell meat! But why are you burning the meat?* Dunny asked in his rambling way of asking things. Gennar and Denvar stiffening as they stared in shock at the Kindred Sceltie. The dog not bothering to hide his speech from these men or Xandar. They belonged to the Queen and so they were good. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges and needed some training but they were good. *Here! The Queen will want these!* There was a loud clatter, as a pile of pots, pans, knives, and several pouches of herbs landed in a pile in front of a stunned Denvar. Dunny looked up at Xandar and Dareen, utterly pleased with himself. *See? I will help the good Queen! Should I wake up the female I smell? I will wake them up!* Without waiting for a reply, Dunny was up and bounding off towards where Faeril slept. If he was not interrupted the poor dog, or poor woman, would have an unfortunate meeting.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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The slight smell of meat just beginning to sizzle rose from the coal of the fire. Bellinar grumbling as he crouched by the fire where a thick roast was cooking straight over the coals without a pan or anything of the sort. Looking up, the tardy Eyrien warrior noted Dareen moving about the camp and gave her a tired nod. He would rather be sleeping, but Jandar wasn't preparing food. The man was frolicking with the strange Queen who thought tumbling about for the entertainment of some vagabond lad was a good idea. For all his opinions that this particular Queen, though strong, was far too young for the task Ashke had in mind, Bellinar couldn't just let the rest of the group go hungry. His cooking was far rougher than Gennar's but it was food, and edible. Two things that seemed the most important. Grumbling a muttered curse to himself, the Warlord Prince flipped the roast, and brushed away the coals and bits of ash from the side that had been buried against the heat, now glistening with fat and thoroughly scorched.

The Queen was odd and her men seemed to take a variation of exasperation and outright shock when dealing with her. Something that set Thom off balance. As Jandar returned to try and tame his Queen's appearance, the Glacian lad made a point to avoid making eye contact with the Warlord. Gold eyes widened as he was startled as the earth quaked beneath him as the largest man, Thom had ever seen landed in front of him. Even Dunny was startled enough to give a frightened yelp and hide behind the petite woman that he and Thom had been so worried of mere minutes early. The aforementioned lad also slinking closer to put the tiny woman between him and the Eyrien. Those warriors were legendary for their tempers and a Warlord Prince who had just been woken up while being an Eyrien warrior wasn't something Thom wanted to deal with. Hesitating, he watched the tiny Queen shoo the three men towards their camp. Looking to Dunny there was a silent exchange between the two, before Dunny bounced up to lay his paws on Fatima's knee and yip up a very good question.

*If I heard them to food, can I get more food? And pets!* It was a tie between what Dunny liked more. Food or herding things. Thom almost felt bad for giving the idea to Dunny, but if it got the giant Warlord Prince away from him for a minute? He would forgive himself, if no one else did. As much as Dunny was wary of the giant man, he was a Sceltie and they were herding dogs by their very nature. If he was told to herd something? It got herded. Scuffing his shoe in the dirt, the lad inched away from Jandar as he eyed the man. Hopefully, the Dhemlan wouldn't raise any awkward questions.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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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 the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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"I was woken up." Noted the Black Widow-Healer as she gave Xandar an exhausted but no less devious smile. A rare thing for the woman who took pride in being called the 'Ice Healer' and 'Razor-tongue' by her own clientele at times. Her dark head leaned against the doorway, a testament of just how exhausted the Black Widow was, and Faeril hated it. While she would never admit it Faeril was very aware of her vice of overdoing things a majority of the time. It was a common flaw among Healers where there was a pressing need. With Faeril? It was a point of pride. Of being able to do as much as she could from when she was an apprentice working under her aging Aunt. "You're the one who would have to look into it, being of higher rank than I. She is your Queen after all, Prince." It was a play that was common among Courts, before the corruption and distrust that riddled the Blood. The give and take of power to where it was needed. If Faeril had been working officially as the Court's Healer or Black Widow, she would have been well within her rights to report a problem to a higher ranking member within Court. Xandar wearing the Ebon-Grey Jewel out-ranked her and was a Warlord Prince which our ranked her as well. Though it was rare any male would remind a Black Widow of the latter. "Can I help it if trouble follows our Queen like a herd of puppies?" The Black Widow prodded the Warlord Prince about the drama below unaware of how close to home on the current issue they were discussing she was talking about.

Thom absolutely refused to meet Jandar's eyes, his mother's friends at the Red Moon house had said things were different once upon a time. He knew that abjectly it couldn't always have been this bad, but it was hard for him to think of a time when he wouldn't need to be worried about those around him. Mikhail's urging that he should consider working with them was hardly a choice and brought him from his thoughts. Nodding meekly, Thom's pale hair bobbed in the darkness. He knew the options they were talking about and any option beside working with the group was essentially death. Wiping somoene's mind was the domain of Black Widows. Dark women who wielded powers that could maim a man. Twisted the Blood's ways as much as the Queen. However there was a private line of thought from Dunny directly to Thom, and only Thom. *They aren't like that.* The Sceltie stated simply, a slightly hurt tone coming into the dusty fellow's thoughts. *Black Widows aren't monsters. They are a danger to the Queens, so the Queens hunted them and told scary stories about them.*

"You don't know that, Dunny.* The young lad Sent the thought back to the Sceltie.

*I do.* There was a firmness there that pulled Thom's panic up short. He had already said something to Dunny that he regretted and he could feel the pain the Sceltie felt about that, yet Thom couldn't bring himself to soothe that hurt. During their conversation, Bellincar had bowed sharply to Fatima moving back towards the camp, seeing himself as not needed. Even an Eyrien warrior such as him would be tired after pulling an all-nighter of extraneous activities. Some food, which would serve as breakfast for the others as well, and then he'd take a rest. So it was that the Tiger-eyed Warlord Prince missed Fatima's little show of tumbling about. Which left Thom and Dunny staring at Fatima in stunned silence. Thom's jaw dropping open slightly. As she finished laying on the ground in grand amusement with herself, Thom was at a loss for words and fleetingly forgot his fear for once. Dunny, however, was no so loss for words and with much aplomb danced about the prone form of Fatima excitedly. *You play! You are a good Queen! You make funny noises and smell nice! Do you tumble around a lot? Do you play fetch? Do you like telling stories?*

"Yes?" Thom squeaked himself in answer to Fatima's question, finding one word. The rest having fled his mind when faced with the whirlwind that was named Fatima Damiana.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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Bellinar skipped over Jandar's question as the Kaeleer man noted that he had scared the poor lad to death. Shrugging his large shoulders, the Saroth brother gave a non-commental grunt and was about to reply when the far sweeter voice of Fatima interrupted him. The rebellious Queen appearing in the shadows of what had once been a lush forest. Already Bellinar could see the slight hint of light in the sky. Dawn was coming and with the dawn their departure. Though what would they do with a boy and a Kindred-dog who knew too much? "A boy and a talking dog who know too much and were stealing from what I gather." The Eyrien informed the bedraggled queen with a slight bow. Those his words turned to address Jandar once more. "Though honestly I saw we just wipe their minds- permentantly- and be done with it. We can't risk leaving a trail especially if the Sadist met the Queen." There was a worried look on the Eyrien's face as he gave a great yawn. The man had been up all night and most of the day. Now low on sleep he was feeling the effects of his folly.

The lad, on the other hand, was anything but reassured especially when Fatima appeared. It was one thing for Mikhail to not be a fan of Queens, and yet another thing when he appeared to be a fan of one in particular. Thom wasn't a fool, he knew there could be a draw that a man of the Blood would feel towards a Queen. One that could drive a good man to justify doing very bad things in the name of the Queen. He had seen it before and had fallen victim to it. "You said you didn't trust Queens! None o' them are different, their all the same. Desiring and wanting for their own ends!" Hissed Thom as he shook in positive terror as wide blue eyes stared at Fatima. His pale blonde hair of his Glacian parent hanging limpy around a mask of horror as he gripped Mikhail's sleeve. Dunny taking up a defensive stance between his friend and the Queen growled lowly in warning, his lips drawing back from an impressive set of teeth. Though oddly enough for anyone who had been around the Sceltie for any length of time, Dunny remained silent. His tail tucked tightly between his legs. "We'll give it all back, I swear. Just let us go, Lady." Pleaded Thom, his feminine voice soaring to new heights in his fear.

Meanwhile, Faeril heard the distant noise of a group of voices. Didn't anyone know to keep their tones down? They were fugitives in hiding. Rebels who were being hunted, though not in earnest. Not yet. Opening her blue eyes weakly, the Black Widow-Healer could feel the weariness of using her Craft and the ache of the breaking of her illusion. Sitting up, the Eyrien woman covered her mouth with a yawn as she listened to the not so distant and loud snores of Gen and Denvar. The two brothers still sound asleep so long as she didn't try to leave through the room where they slept, and so long as no one tried to enter. Staggering on legs that didn't quite have the strength to hold her. Faeril limped along up the old and creaking stairs, the wood threatening to rot as she appeared on the balcony where the largest of her race lay. Snoring if she had any thought. Sitting on the hearth of a fireplace tucked just inside the door to the balcony where Xandar slept, she gave the large Warlord Prince a soft jab with a slippered foot. "Prince. There seems to be a racket." She whispered, her voice hoarse.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Adaahna Vanil & Mor'gann Arnhar

Location: Mandalore, Keldabe city, Alley

Was everyone on this planet some shade of some colour that could be found? Mor’gann’s yellow eyes narrowed on the red haired and skinned woman who was stalking down the alley talking about how they were wanted somewhere. [color=Olive][i]”Trouble, it seems, follows us this day.”/i][/color] The Dxun muttered in her native language, shifting to take a more balanced stance. The silver hilt of something that looked like the relic of her village was troubling to the young woman. One hand strayed towards her hip, her words sharper as she called towards the woman, hoping the Togruta wouldn’t be foolish. She knew that weapon was far more dangerous than it appeared. That the boy behind the woman was staying a fair bit back was a relief. ”What business?” Though quite there was an iron tone that demanded answers. ”You a relic?” Were there many of those things out in this wide maze of stars and dark night? Torn between wary cautious and curious need to know where that relic had come from she bared her teeth in a less than welcoming smile due to the scar. ”Answer I, answer you.” She offered with an incline of her head.”Well, trouble seems interesting.”

With a low hiss, the Togruta tilted her spear defensively to partially shield her new friend from the oncoming jedi. ”Be wary, force witches are said to be able to curse your mind.” She whispered to her comrade before calling out to the advancing woman. ”why should we come with you, we’ve done no wrong.”

Mor'gann raised a dark brow. "Je'di…" The rolled off her tongue as she tested it in her heavy accent. Studying the relic wielding woman, Mor'gann frowned in displeasure. She was not fond of being unable to understand the language of these people fluently, it was becoming very problematic. "What Je'di? Force vitch?" The words were stilted as Mor'gann felt her way around the pronunciation. "Shaman?" The younger of the two asked wiggled her fingers in a gesture at Adaahna.

With a quick nod Adaahna flashed a half smirk at her comrade as she tries her best to hold herself back. ”exactly, like shaman.” her gaze quickly returning to the potential prize in the advancing woman's hands.

Well wasn’t this surprising? How did a relic of Dxun of such importance come to be on this planet and in this woman’s hands? There were questions that Mor’gann desired answered, but they were hardly going to be answered if a fight were to break out. Not that she had any real idea on how to stop that from happening. She could barely converse with one of these people. Nevermind trying to be diplomatic! ”Shaman.” She tested the word several times. ”Shaman. Shaman.” Satisfied with the word being close enough- she hoped- to her own, the Shaman of Dxun nodded in agreement. For now, she would let Adaahna O’Shilis do the talking. Perhaps by listening, as was her usual go-to in unknown situations, she would learn more. Taking a step back, not to flee but to distance herself from any possible fight, Mor’gann looked past the woman’s shoulder at the ‘boy’. A tall fellow who seemed slick. Not in the sense of personality, but literally. The man seemed slicked over wit stains from the ships that she noted many of the smugglers and those about the docks had. People who seemed to work on things within the starships. The corner of her frown that was unmarred twitched upwards slightly in amusement. At least someone looked normal around here.

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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The boy's eyes widened as Bellinar trapped him under an imposing hand. Yet as a third showed up Thom's eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at Jandar in wary annoyance for reasons that were not readily understandable to poor Dunny who was trying his darnest to warn the Eyrien Warlord Prince off his friend. Without much success. Bellinar meanwhile just looked annoyed at Mikhail and Jandar. The Eyrien didn't want to release the boy or the mutt. Especially not if they were going to race off to tell tales. "Think perhaps it would be best to let the Queen decide that?" At the mention of a Queen, Thom paled the stark white most Glaciens were naturally. His golden eyes wide with fear. Dunny snarled all the louder. *I do not like him or Queens!* The dusty fellow declared to all four humans about him.

Bellinar stared at the dog with a furious glint of malice in his golden eyes. His wings spreading slightly. "What trick is this?" He snapped at Mikhail and Jandar. It seemed the Eyrien was on the border of arguing about the lad, but as Jandar asked where he had been and what he had been doing, he glared at Mikhail. "Do yourself and us a favor and wait for Faeril to wipe use from their minds. We don't need to borrow more trouble." Shoving the lad at the Dea Al Mon he turned to Jandar with a jerk of his head. Walking a bit away from boy and assassin. "I was taking a look about, I'm the fastest flier here, and women find me charming to talk to." He answered in a gruff voice, his wings tucking onto his back. "I would have been back sooner, but there was a bit of an issue over when I should leave." He gave Jandar a cocky smirk that was so typical of the males of his race.

Thom, however, was anything but full of himself as he shook with utter terror. It was one thing to run into a group of people. It was another thing when those people included a Queen. "Look, we'll give the stuff back. Won't tell no one yer out here. Just don't give Dunny to the Queen." Thom pleaded, his voice rising higher in terror. Dunny had been dropped from the lad's arm as he stumbled. Now the Sceltie danced about Thom's feet whining in worry and slight fear at Thom's reaction. "I swear I- We didn't mean any harm. Was just hungry." He gripped Mikhail's sleeve desperately. Outright pleading with the man. *Thom? Are you hurt? Do we need to run?* Dunny's dark eyes peered up at his friend and the Dea Al Mon. "No, you stupid mutt. We're should have run, but you had to be chatty!" Snapped the boy to the dog, the latter taking a few steps back looking shocked and hurt.