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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Location: Winton

Mikhail's return was some thing of a relief for the eyriens. The fear that the small Queen might wander into trouble was always present but to know she was safe, even with such a formidable Warlord Prince like Saetan SaDiablo becoming territorial over her... The men found it worrisome, a Warlord Prince's temper, especially the Black, put under the strain of the new bond to a queen was something best not tested. Faeril mean while hardly batted an eye. In fact to Mikhail she would seem almost delighted by the news.

What he said next put a blankness in her eyes and she gave the merest flinch. "It is not a spell to draw men to Fatima." Faeril stated firmly, her lips thin. "It was a prayer to draw the power to save the Blood. I wove it but I had no say in whom." Her kin about her shifted uncomfortably. They had a suspicion of what Faeril had been doing but confirmation was something else. Gennar gave Mikhail a wary look as the Black Widow bowed her head to Mikhail and sat in a rickety looking chair. Faeril’s own mind was racing in fear. Hed hands folding in her lap were white knuckles as she kept them from shaking. What would happen? Who all knew? And what would become of her for netting the strongest of the Blood in the realm?

Saetan glared at the Sceltie, turning his attention to Dareen he raised a brow. "I see you missed a step in your education. A queen always has a First Circle of twelve males." His words were cool as he arched a brow at the Pruul witch. "You don't feel the same pull, darling. The spell isn't connected over you either. Men serve and protect, Lady. We also obey and are not limited three days out of each month to live without our craft and vulnerable to attack." It was harsh, Saetan knew and he softened his words as much as he could. Turning his attention go Jandar he arched a brow. "I would meet this Black Widow before I decide on my course of action." There was no discussion it would be or he would not join.

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@Cyrania No worries take your time.

@Blackmist16 A shame, but I understand. It's been an interesting year for all.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Location: Winton

Saetan considered the group as they spoke, though he gave Fatima a stern look of disapproval when the tiny Queen acted so intimately with him. He wanted to bend and enjoy the softness of this Hyallian Queen, but he could not. "If it is indeed what I feel, then I would be blind to what is wrapped around all of you, except the Sceltie and woman." He gave Jandar a cool look that spoke of dissatisfaction. Before turning to Fatima, gripping her hand gently but firmly. Urging her with all his heart that she would be truly a Queen of worth even as he feared the spell that pulled them all was naught but that. A spell designed to fool them. "You ask me for my trust. I will give you a chance, in return... I wish to know what Black Widow touched you. Who placed the spell to draw these men to you? Wearing the Black informs me of a few things more than a Grey Jewel." He noted calmly, his eyes hard. "And you are Hyallian witch, you would know why I have not left Terrielle yet. Or does Dorothea no longer brag about her little trap? She tends to tire of it after a century when it becomes common knowledge."

Dunny sat down looking between the group, they were all speaking in riddles about the poor Sceltie. The dog was less than thrilled, he was missing half the conversation. It appread the Black Jeweled Warlord-Prince felt they knew more than his friends might. So, Dunny thought he ought to speak up again. *Let Faeril look into him! Let him look into Faeril to assure! They smell the same, I have a very good nose, Thom says so.* The pup declared informing the group that this plan of his was a very good one.

As Mikhail wondered back to the inn, he would find Gen landing and gathered with Denvar around Faeril. The small group looking worried as they chatted quietly among themselves. A private sort of discussion. It was Gen who noted the Dea Al Mon first. "Any sign of Fatima? Faeril says she dare not look in the Twisted Kingdom. There's a Black Widow too near." And thus the Eyrien witch would risk revealing herself, especially if the Black Widow wore a more powerful Jewel.

The Black Prophecy

Very interested! It's always interesting to play on the darker side of things.

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@Blackmist16 Shoot me the character sheet when you get done, I'd love to see it!

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The old man who was tending the long bar which served as a barrier from the kitchen proper looked up as Mira approached. The large woman, Ryska, glowered at the intruder. She was used to her father's work as the keeper of the mead hall but most did not come in upon the first light of day. Frenn himself seemed to hold no mind of his daughter or the wife of his son. Peering at the coins, the man tested them with his teeth. "Proper metal that is... From the south too. Suppose the trader will take them." To sum Frenn up in a single word, gruff. He was not unkindly but rather direct. Though the mention of visions turned Frenn's gruff disposition into one far colder. "Visions? Hah, don't need no visions with all the shrieking and squabbling. Won't be giving you a free bench to sleep on, nor coin for such common ken*."

Gwendolyn would stumble upon the fletching back half of an arrow. Blood smeared against the tree above it, as though someone wounded had rested there for a time before continuing. If they continued to follow the trail it would lead to a small rent in the earth. The stone had been carved through by the river into a six-foot drop on either side. The yearly flooding had left debris caught in the narrow passage, limiting the stream into a trickle. Arn would be able to see a furred body stretched along the bottom. Blood mingled with the water. It smelled like a wolf, the fur held the same sort of look, though there was something off with the proportions. The back was too hunched where it lay the legs too long, and half of it's jaw seemed to be missing. The good news was the monster appeared unaware of the two who followed the trail it had left.

*Ken = Knowledge

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@Blackmist16I love the conflict. Its healthy.

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@Blackmist16 Eh, I would say yes. Though some find magic discomforting.

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@Blackmist16 Beserkers would be fighters. Generally anywhere with heavy fighting. For lots of reward they usually would go on the raiding parties to the South and dwell along the coast or rivers. If they wanted to commune with nature they could be found in the rugged forest or mountains.

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@Blackmist16 Well that's something to wake up to! I like idea and a non-magic user will be interesting in our current cast. Also, for the Northmen... Think the Norse culture very, very heavily along the coast and rivers with it becoming less warlike along the Southern borders and more harder, frontier folk near the mountain.