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The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

On the east side of Rothenburg, in the upper class shopping district, a bar called Ogres Teat is lively with off shift guards. Its central location makes it the nearest bar from any guard barracks, Royal, Filtiarn, Weyenberg, and Ballanger guards alike find solace and comfort in the bottom of a few bottles. It is pretty often that fights break out, as the feud between Ballanger and Filtiarn has extended far beyond the two old lords. The day began as usual, the barkeep, Barnaby Vickers, opened for business as the sun began to set as that was when the first day shift of royal guards would be relieved of their duty for the night shift. From there only more would trickle as the Lords guard rotations swapped as well later in the evening. Before midnight, the bar was filled to the brim with men and women off guard-duty, and looking for a pint.

The first and only fight of the night started just after midnight. A large bearded man had shoved a smaller younger lad, causing his mates to start a ruckus. Without hesitation, the bearded man sucker punched of the young lad’s nearby friend, knocking him out cold. This caused both The bearded man’s party and other man’s group to jump from their seats to action, starting an all out brawl between a dozen men and women. With the help of uninvolved bystanders, Barnaby was able to end the unsanctioned battle royale, and proceeded to cut off and kick out all those involved. It was all and all, a standard night for the barkeep. He simply swept up the broken glass and wood, and had the spare tables and chairs from the back pulled out and the reserve mugs and shot glasses. This was not the first or last time a fight would break out in his bar.

In the the early morning hours of the day, the upper class shopping district is often only peppered with foot traffic, as most who can afford to shop in the district, can afford to sleep in. At the intersection in front of the tailor, across from the bakery and bank, there lies a small fountain often filled with coins and wishes. As the elderly woman who worked as a teller walked to the Rothenburg bank walked past the fountain, she unleashed an unholy wail that woke everyone in the near vicinity. The water in the fountain was a deep crimson with three floating bodies in their own viscera. The large bearded man lay floating in the fountain, with two very distinguishable holes in his neck.
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Gustavo woke in an icy sweat, tightly gripping the sheets of his bed, his wife only lightly stirring at the disturbance. The night terrors had been plaguing his sleep for months, and they were starting to feel more and more real as time went on. He saw his kingdom fall to the dust, destroyed by a volcano beneath the earth’s surface. The night before a giant wave had washed it all away, destroying everything he and his dynasty had built. It was almost always the same thing, his kingdom or his castle or his family, everything he worked so hard to build and protect, would all crumble before him and he would only be able to watch helplessly. Looking out the window, he could see the full moon from his side of the bed, a luxury he had come to appreciate with his unwavering insomnia. He watched the moon rise and fall, and the stars fade into the morning sky, until he heard the knocking of the servants assigned to wake him. Commander Grux stood outside of the King’s quarters waiting for Gus to finally emerge from his Quarters, as he had the luxury briefing the king on what was found in the fountain earlier in the morning.
“Gus! I mean, your highness! My King!” grux spoke, feigning a salute at his longtime friend.
“Get on with it Kristof.” Gustavo replied with a sigh and a smirk.
“There was another incident last night. Three bodies were found in the eastern shopping district in the fountain by the bank. My guard’s are gathering the bodies for Matilda to examine. It looks like another vampire attack from what I saw.” The commander said bluntly.
“I thought we doubled our rotations last month. Why in gods name does it never end.” The king shaking his head in his hand.
“Alert Haalard, tell him that him and his guild have their new mission. Now please excuse me, I would like to enjoy my breakfast before I have anymore bad news ruin today.” The king spoke in a semi-serious tone causing Grux to back off a little.
“Yes sir. I’ll update you when I know more.” Grus spoke, heading down the hall as a quick pace.
“Grux. One thing before you go. Isn’t that bar that your guards like to go by the bank?”
“Yes sir. Why?”
“Well did you double check to make sure the bodies laying in the fountain dont work for you?” Gus answered, his tone becoming slightly agitated.
“No sir, my subordinates all know each other very well, and they were not recognized by anyone working for me.” Grux replied firmly.
Gus only nodded at his commander, who replied a quick bow and then darted off to find Drystan. Making his way to the dining hall within his castle, Gustavo sat with his family to enjoy breakfast. He maintained his cool, calm, and collected composure as he always did with his family, despite already having a gut feeling he knew where the problems lie. Motioning to one of his guards surrounding the table, he whispered orders into the guard's ear for him to fetch Lords Filtiarn and Ballanger and have them come to the small council room. The royal guardsmen promptly left the room in a rush. Leaning back, Gus sipped his juice blankly staring past his family, as his mind ran kept running at a hundred miles a minute.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

So unless anyone had any major plans for the bar, I'll be moving the plot along in a post tonight. Feel free to post between now and then, I'll be moving thing's into the next morning.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Enjoying the rest of his breakfast, Marvyn greeted the family as they slowly trickled into the hall, filling the table around him. Lady Madeline had been very kind to him, and seemed to make his dear friend very happy, which is what mattered most. Of all the children Marvyn had guarded and raised over the years, Stelsa was the one person Marvyn could not read like a book. Her brother Radford was an open book to Marvyn, he could easily tell his disdain for his father's new wife. Cor, Renault's Ward, was just another one of the kids to Marvyn, and they had grown quite fond of each other over the years. Stelsa however, remained an enigma to the old man, mostly because of his lack of experience raising daughters, though they still got along just fine. The peace and quiet of the ealry morning hours came to an abrupt end however, when a peasant bolted into the room, ragged and injured, followed by guards who had failed to keep him from getting through the door.

Lord Renault and Marvyn had spent many weeks and months holding out against the lords of the Riverlands during Robert's rebellion. Of the Houses they faced, none had been as big a thorn in their side than house Ryger. They faced off many times on the battlefield, and Ryger and Lashton forces were constantly intercepted by one another, though they had the assistance of the Blackfish at the time, a luxury the Rygers do not have now. Marvyn knew Renault what Renault was going to say before the words left his mouth, motioning for his guards nearby to get moving to signal the forces. Moving quickly from his chair, Marvyn rushed down the halls to the barracks, where many of his men sit and lay, recovering or preparing for a long shift. One glance from their commander and all of them began to rush to get their armor on. Marvyn himself switched out his light curiass for his more maneuverable thick leather tunic and bracers, as well as adding a sheathed dagger to his belt line, opposite his morning-star. Grabbing a quiver full off arrows and the accompany bow and throwing them over his shoulder, Marvyn moved back down the halls, lines of guards following behind at a steady jog.

Making their way down the halls to the main entrance of the castle behind the walls, Marvyn and his men could hear the synchronized ringing of bells from all of the guard outposts, signalling everyone to defensive positions. Around the town families rushed into their homes while the guards and enlisted men rushed to their set location. At each entry way into the town, small troops of armed men gathered and stood ready for intruders. In the multiple drill runs Marvyn had overseen, the longest it had ever taken the town to fully mobilize the troops was only a few minutes. Marvyn stood at the front of his men, now forming their lines in the courtyard, more and more armored soldiers filing in from surrounding posts and taverns. Marvyn mounted his black steed and stood at attention at the head of the small battalion behind him, awaiting Lord Renault's presence before moving.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@Zelosse edited

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Dromeus stood in front of his only daughter as she stood waiting near the main gate of their manor. He lightly brushed her dark hair with his fingers. Eudeline was the only thing in the world that was ever able to break his tough demeanor.
"Those filthy Filtiarns best treat you with nothing but respect, you hear me?" His words were gruff with a hint of anger. As he spoke he glanced up at the two family guards that stood at her side.
"I'm entrusting you to see to that."
"Don't worry, daddy. I'll be fine." Eudeline spoke with an air of confidence, but her eyes betrayed her fear. She tried to push it aside and forced a smile. "Luther is to be my husband soon. His family will be my family. I'm sure they will be kind."
"Oh my naive girl..." Dromeus sighed.
"Take care of yourself." He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead. She seemed so small standing next to her father, a giant of a man. He stood upwards of six feet tall with broad shoulders from years of hard work. Eudeline was very delicate in comparison. Only a teenager, she had always been a small girl but had recently began to develop her woman's body. The way her waist curved below her small bust made it look like she could easily be snapped in two. Her soft spoken voice and girlish demeanor only strengthened that idea. But she was determined to do anything to please her beloved family, even if that meant marrying a man who was a known drunk, drug addict and man-whore.

She hugged her father briefly before walking through the manor gates, the two Ballanger guards following close behind. It was a very short walk to the Filtiarn residences as their manors were positioned right next to each other. She entered the gates warily, unsure of what to expect. The Filtiarn guards greeted her with a curt nod and shot quick glances at the Ballanger guards. Five together now, they approached the home of the Filtiarn family. As they approached the doors, one of the Filtiarn guards stopped them.
"Lord Lucian requests my lady's presence alone." Eudeline was taken aback briefly, looking at her two guards.
"Oh, I..." she began before she was interrupted.
"Lord Dromeus placed her under our protection." The larger of the two Ballanger guards spoke up.
"We are only here to ensure that no harm..."
"No harm will come to the lady, I assure you," the Filtiarn guard interrupted.
"You may wait at the doors, if it pleases you. The young lady has nothing to fear. The Filtiarn house prides itself on it's nobility. They would never do anything to put an invited guest in any danger. Now please, I would hate to keep Lord Lucian waiting." With a curt nod, the two Filtiarn guards escorted the small lady into their manor, the Ballanger's reluctantly staying behind.
Luther entered the room with an enchanting grin and dazzling look in his eyes, he hoped to prove not only his father and the kingdom wrong, but also to himself that he could have a real relationship with a woman. Luther’s poorly held facade of happiness and contentment failed to fool Eudeline as she examined his rather handsome face. She could not deny his good looks, which were only enhanced with his intriguing eyes. She could see the broken boy inside the shell of the man before her, kissing her hand with the most inviting hello she’d ever heard. Despite everything she knew about the man, she could not help but somewhat give into his obvious appeals. After a rather long greeting, Luther and Eudeline, accompanied by guards, made their way down the eastern corridor to the dining room.

The long table sat at the center of the room, capable of seating up to eight on either side, and two at each end. Lucian sat at the head of the table, on the opposite side of where Luther and Eudeline entered. On his right,sat Luter’s sister Elaine, with her new husband, Prince Hugo sitting on her left. Walking down the opposite side of the table, Luther sat across from Hugo, after politely gesturing for Eudeline to sit next to his father, across from his sister.
“May I just say Lady Eudeline, you look rather marvelous tonight.” Hugo addressed the lady as she sat down.
“Oh, please, you can call me Eudeline. My mother is still he Lady of our family.” Eudeline replied.
“Easy Hugo, my sister’s jealousy is more well known than my fiance’s beauty.” Luther joked, sipping his wine.
“How’s Dromeus? Has he managed to remove that pole from his ass yet?” Lucian spoke up, handing his pipe off to a servant as the trays of food began to be brought into the room. On the largest of the platters, sat an entire boar, roasted and seasoned, stuffed with herbs and aromatics, the meat cooked to melt in your mouth perfection. For sides, the house chefs had prepared a massive garden salad, containing all fresh ingredients, as well as a cheese and potato casserole, fresh baked bread, and for dessert, cream filled pastries.

“My father is well. In fact, he wishes you well Lord Lucian.” Eudeline answered, concealing her laughter as she too thought her father could loosen up a little.
“Darling, didn’t your father teach you that lying is wrong? We both know your father did not and does not wish ME well.” Lucian explained in an distasteful tone, motioning for his challice to be filled for a third time since he had sat down.
“Eudeline, please tell me how you get your hair to look so damned beautiful?” Elaine said, inserting herself into the conversation, hoping to change the subject quickly.
The small talk lasted for a while, as everyone filled their plates and began to dig into their small feast. If only for a few minutes, Luther was enjoying himself, without the help of inebriation or intoxication of any kind. Unfortunately, while most everyone was eating and talking, Lucian only sat, brooding and drinking. Her presence had offput him. He could see Felicia in this girl, her presence brought an air of joy that reminded him of her mother. Chugging down the last of his chalices’ contents, Lucian order for his sixth refill, taking a nibble of the mostly untouched food on his plate.
"Don't you think you've had enough wine tonight, Father? You really should fill your stomach with something more substantial." Elaine interjected as the servant began to pour the wine.
"It is rude to talk about such things in front of company," Lucian barked back, bringing his chalice to his lips before the servant was even done pouring, spilling a bit on the table.
Luther eyed his father briefly, a bit of uneasiness settling in. Trying to break the tension, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"So how is your mother, Eudeline? We haven't heard from her in some time."
"YES!" Lucian practically yelled, clearly losing control of his volume. "How is the lovely Felicia?"
Eudeline had jumped at Lucian's sudden and loud outburst, but she did her best to compose herself. "Oh. She is still in mourning after the loss of her last child." She spoke a bit quietly, only looking at Luther as she spoke and avoiding eye contact with Lucian at all costs.
"Pity," Lucian spat. "She is such a lovely woman. It's a shame she must hide that glorious body of her's away..." he loudly grumbled into his cup as he downed the wine in a few quick gulps.
"Father!" Luther stood, knocking his chair back.
"Luther!" Lucian mocked. "I only speak the truth. The lady's mother is a beauty. She will be lucky if she can grow to become half the woman her mother is."
"You've crossed a line," Luther retorted.
"I will not have you speak of such things around my betrothed."
"Your betrothed!" Lucian threw his hands in the air dramatically. "Tell me, son, will she care for your bastards as if they are her own children? How long before she finds you in bed with another woman? We all know this marriage is doomed, stop pretending you have any chance of happiness!"
“That’s an awfully high horse there father, when we both know you were never faithful to my mother! You act as though you are this great man of honor when in reality you are the biggest fraud of the entire kingdom! One day the earth will take you and all that will be left is the memory of your wretched attitude and rampant hypocrisy!”

Luther pushed his chair out of the way, sending it toppling to the floor. He stormed out of the room in anger, slamming the main doors behind him. Elaine, clearly distressed, rushed after her brother. Hugo sat, glancing at the two remaining at the table before slowly standing. "I, uh...I should check on Elaine," he said, heading after them. Eudeline had never felt so uncomfortable. She sat, staring down at her plate. Her palms sweat as she clenched her fists together in her lap. From the end of the table she could hear Lucian slump back down into his chair with a loud sigh. After a few moments of awkward silence, followed by Lucian loudly gulping down the challice’s contents yet again, following it up with a satisfying belch he spoke up again.
"It's true, you know," he said quietly.
"Your mother is beautiful. The only woman I ever loved after my dear Essenia."
Eudeline froze. She dared not look up at the man but..."F...Felicia?" she stuttered, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, Felicia. She was a great comfort after Essenia's passing. I didn't think I would be able to love again but she proved me wrong..." he trailed off, his eyes glossy as he stared at the bottom of his challice, contemplating another refill.
Frozen, shocked by the information just told to her, Eudeline sat in her chair staring at her food. Her mind was racing but her body was a statue... Lady essenia had died years ago and... her mother had lost the baby only just a few months ago…
The moment’s following Lucian’s comments, the tension in the room was so palpable it could’ve been cut with a knife. Elaine’s reentry into the room was a welcome break to the tension, quickly escorting Edueline out of the room, the look of discomfort on her face apparent.
Luther stood in the entryway in front of the double doors, waiting to see her. He looked much more relaxed and calm, with a blank expression in his eyes. The two approached each other, both obviously attracted to one another, but both hesitant and scared to let the other one in.
“I’m sorry for my father's behavior, it was inexcusable!” Luther began to explain, before being cut off by Eudeline, placing one of her fingers to his lips to silence him.The two stared deeply into eachothers eyes, Luther finding comfort and warmth in her embrace, the two only hugged, going no further. He felt safe with her, and she saw a beautiful man, more with more father issues than her, and still grieving the loss of his mother. After a rather long embrace, Eudeline exited the double doors to her awaiting guard, who escorted back down the path out of the walls surrounding the Filtiarn Manor, to her father’s waiting carriage outside. Entering the candle lit cab, Eudeline smiled and hugged her father, still thinking about what Lucian had told her.
“How was dinner sweetheart?” Dromeus asked through a thin smile.
“It was fine, just like I told you it would be you worry wort.” she exclaimed with a cheap smile of her own.
As the carriage took the two home, only one though rang in her mind, Does father know?

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

The Tartarus, Vodran Space

Travelling from vodran to Nal Hutta, Klaatu took some time to eat and relax, as business was picking up and he needed to be at his best. Shortly before entering Nal Hutta’s orbit, Captain Oren had received a reply from the the prospecting buyer from before. They had asked to purchase the entirety of the crew’s last hull, one of the largest orders the company had filled to date. Klaatu was hesitant to accept the offer at first, as many of them would be worth a lot more if he sold them separately. But at the same time, Half of the stock would sit in cells for quite a while before either being sold in group discounts for astoundingly low prices. He’d decided better to move a large quantity and get on with the next collection. His offer stood at one million credits for fifty live cargo. Since the village had only brought in fortyseven livestock, he had thrown in three more prisoners who had been on the ship a little longer.

Before Klaatu could head to the rendezvous and meet with the buyer, Klaatu had to take the Tartarus back to Vodran and drop off the rest of the supplies and cargo from Nal hutta. They had successfully moved anything incriminating out of their former base of operations, turning it into just another cantina. On Vodran, Klaatu had left a small group to explore the area and find a better, more well hidden spot to set up camp. Of the half dozen who went into the swamps to explore only half of them returned. One had nothing to report, but the other two had both found possible spots. West of the village remains the swamp met a mountain, where another cave system weaved through the mountain and underneath the swamp. South of their location sat an old Hutt fortress, a gang of former hutt employees had taken hold, and claiming most of their area as their own.

Arriving on at on the ahsy remains of the village, Klaatu was briefed on the options that lay in front of him. He could set up where the village was, and be susceptible to attacks from above with no tree coverage from the clearing and be relatively close to what he assumed was a hostile gang. They would eventually have to be eliminated or assimilated but that would have to wait until Gort had a new HQ. He decided to go with the mountain set up. Not being able to land nearby due to the density of the swamps around the mountain, The Tartarus stayed levitating just over the tree line as crates of supplies were air dropped into dense forest below along with half of his crew and his engineers to begin work.

“Captain Oren, set a course for the rendezvous point with the golden company.”
“Yes sir.” He replied promptly, plotting the coordinates into the screen before him.
Klaatu sat back in the captain’s chair, bored as he watched space travel by at speeds he barely comprehended. All that was on his mind was the credits. With a sly smile, Klaatu was on his way to the meeting point.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

I just assumed it was an asexual reproductive creature as it was the product of a curse.

@Nymeria

That's pretty much what I had intended. It just lays eggs in the bodies of it's victims, and the egg's are almost like parasites feeding on the rotting tissue. The nest is all that's left to destroy.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

One big change I'd like to see, Robert's assassins succeeded and killed Dany early on. I think having her dragons escape and be wild beasts or having them slain with their mother are both viable options. It changes the narrative without heavily impacting Westeros at this point.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

I'll have a post up tonight

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

I think making it our own will be the best, because if we just follow what we know happened in the books then there will be no surprises.