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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “Town Sqauee”

10 am

Sya again shook her head at the mention of tax man and gave an expression that was akin to someone tasting a warm beer left out in the sun. Not a problem right now, more it froze solid. “They might not be evil… I do like keeping my gold though, a woman likes a nice new dress.” Sya said with a grin like a dragon.

The man seemed to pause for a while and looked at the empty stage, the guards that had not moved or even seemed to blink. They were stoic as marble statues stood in ranks. He was a confusing one, he really confused Sya and however she could not stop but engage with this man. “Cat gold? What word is that? Why a cat?

Jesters joke gold? I know when gold is…off, gold is soft, fake will crack and not bend? Fakes are … dirty. Not clean?. Gold always cleans up like new.” Sya spoke partly looking away, she was not perfect but she had a common understanding, gold was soft, flexible, same with silver. Maybe it was not as good as his, but she could tell a fake most of the time. She was still learning unlike Sunni.

“The Prince? You .. I have not seen him wear a mask though… he is not like that weird Lord family who wears a full face helmet, permanently i think. He not Earl iron helm the 3rd?” Sya thought of one of the more eccentric Lords who got known for never removing a helmet. Sya took it a little too literally, she had an odd way of thinking and Sya was a little broken. sya was a little confused, she got most of it, half of it… not a full way. She was still learning to handle everything, everything was so much more complicated. ”He seems… he seems genuine. If he was not so, why would he build this town?” Sya said with a curious look, he had given her no reason to change her opinion on the Prince yet. Sya could see no bonus or gain to build a while then for no reason.

“You enjoy vexing everyone, if you do stay at an Inn, at least keep it after I wake up. A kissing booth, I think your silver tongue is better used than French.” Sya said easily. A kissing booth in town would be a rather odd addition to town, and he probably could annoy people more without one. Maybe he should…

“I quite prefer hands, Ten tacles might tickle a little when I want cuddles. Suckers are customers not for me.” Sya said with a laugh and a giggle. She was a little unstable, Blightborn. “Eye have plenty enough to handle. You are armed, handed and feeted.” Sya said with a pun and shamelessly bad joke. definitely shamelessly bad.

“I barely know you, you're quite a bold sir. I'd rather leave it for now, i'm having a good day. The springs were lovely.” She said with less of the puns and more of a sigh thinking of hot springs. “Anyway, I'm sure you love challenges. I cannot make mystery too easy or you be bored and i doubt you like being bored.” Sya said teasingly and with a random shift of emotions. Sya just shrugged and tried to break the topic.

“Your giving me a headache, keeping up. Im still.. lewrning anf getting used to be vaguely respectable memeber of society.” Sya said, closing her eye, trying to keep up and trying to catch up. He spoke like a wave and catching water in her hands.

“Well a sundial would be a bad investment. Besides, we could have those little mechanical moving things that dance or fight dragons on it. Or you chasing a cat and landing in a horse troth. Be fun.” Sya just said, a bell tower and clock would be handy, not everyone could use the differences in moon movement to tell the time and have the ability to see minute differences in the greys and blacks.

“Well I'm losing money, they are blocking the entry, and I cannot sell ale. I could have spent longer in the spring.” Sya said matter of fact, delays meant longer and might eat into the Lunch run. She liked the Prince but he was a little late and it might be more than a little by time they did all the fancy flourishes if they decided so. “I respect him but… you kinda worry less when you end up Emberkin. Things seem... different when you not even sure how your alive. ” Sya shrugged and looked about. where was her boss of sorts… Sunni left her a very much clear hand though in most things. He was late as the Prince!

“There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red,
Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!

And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade,
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made!” Sya sang softly to herself, an old song as she waited, from a place called…White Run? Yeah, that was an old bard's song that seemed to get everywhere alongside another about a witcher and coins whatever that was… The bard was a annoying man who talked too much and got caught sleeping with Lord's daughter before he had to run out of town faster than the horses could chase him.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “Town Sqauee”

10 am

Sya shook her head, she walked into that one hook line and sinker. “Dead…you say… I'm sure the tax man will have an answer for me that makes me pay, and maybe inheritance tax too. They might make me pay twice…” Sya said with some darker humour, ever since she died to be blunt, dark humour seemed to be really funny.

Her tone switched more serious but the evident enjoyment much as she hated to admit it… This annoying man gave her a challenge. “People distrust me for being alive, I cannot run a loose purse too, so I have to be too proud. It's the only way they even trust me in this town. They jidge me for just existing.” Sya was expected and would be judged harshly, she would not and could not be seen to be, people would judge harshly. “He taught me how to spot a fake anyway, too many fools tried to sell him iron as castle forged steel.” Sya said with a slightly misty tone remembering the days she sat by the forge on a cold day, working on helping him wrap handles and other minor tasks.

“All i know is my experience, if you academics ask the sage, Please stay well clear, I'm not sure one eye would suit you, maybe gills so you don't have to pause for breath.” Sya started in a softer wistful tone but her more humours tones cut in though she was genuine in her concern he would venture beyond the borders. She did not want to swe pwiple die, much as she was messed up she would warn and try to ensure no one went near those panda, they where cursed to her mind, it was dark... whispering anf it wnates you to become a monster.

“Oh how dull, though it might all be a lie, maybe it was all good till the tentacle came out or perhaps the claws… tails,? snake tail? Could have been rather cuddly…” Sya said with a teasing tone, her rebirth had left her a little…broken, was she fully sane…unlikely. Fully moral…no… broken…yes. Alive however also yes. Sya was a mess, but she carried on one day at a time. Her voice and expression made it clear she was taking a little back and well he mentioned it to the impulsive and somewhat damaged woman.

“Some boxes are best left shut my vexing gentleman, lest others get dirty.” Sya said with a dark chuckle and a glint to her eye, she did not make it to Dawn Haven by being weak or without a ruthless streak, though that soon was replaced by her normal blues glow and softer expressive nature to her large eye. “Some things are best in the past, people are not ready to know those things. I'd rather have a fresh start.” Sya's voice was more border accented and she let the harsher tones out, more of a hybrid than any formal language.

“Hey, did you see a cat, hmm maybe we do need a town clock and some bells… Prince might not know what time it is. That would be a akwakrd way to start.” Sya said, tripping back to a softer tone, she hopped between like it was not even noticed. Her mind switched and she followed it, but she was curious at the delay, good…bad…or just time got away and he could not find his good dress sword and well performance mattered. The Royals put on a show on levels she did not understand.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “Town Sqauee”

10 am

Sya shook her head. “I like the name personally, it's quite fun and named after a creature of a book myth. Some book called Dungonournus Draconus, the 4th. Il check, it will probably be basic , no balcony. But I moved Lord and Lady when I could so it should be free..” The eye of the Beholder was a perfect name for me. Sya had not yet had major trouble but she was no idiot, she did not want to tempt fate though. “I am respectful and try to be kind first, I am always armed and more than one. I am no fool.”

Sya had only taken over the inn two months ago, building hidden exits, sublevels … there was room for such things but how would one even begin… ”You talk of things, I am trying to just start things, prepare for winter, such things cost a lot of coin and covert work is slow.” Sya said while not bad ideas they would cost a lot of money and money needed to be made first. “You can be too right. Much as I like coins, I will have to check. I will not take your money and not give you a bed.” Sya ran an honest trade, She had to be an Emberkin, they did not trust her to start with…

“As I said, this is our hope. And you'd be surprised. People might realise we are useful when winter comes… cold does not harm us. I am not bothered by cold, snow or the Dark.” Said with a little hope, survival would be a matter for all of them, they would need all their skills to face the coming storms.

Sya did not know of such lands, she knew of lands, borderlands, Auralia but she was far less travelled, or all she knew it was lies, he was a good talker. Sya had spent more time on survival than study. “I am a borderlands blacksmith's daughter not a scholar, I'll take your word.” Sya said with a little pride still, she was proud to be herself, even if she was the last of them.

“I'm a little strange, dying does that. Done it once, did not stick. Guess they don't want me.” Sya said with some rather dark humour and a shrug, she was messed up, find a normal mentally healthy blightborn, Sya would cuddle a dire wolf.

“I must not be that boring or you wander off by now or join the forest at the stage.” Sya said with more confidence than she had at the start of the day.

His answer seemed to fit. It made sense, Blight born especially those new where fighting such powerful Urges and changes, going feral was not unheard. She had to fight to retain herself and her mind. That was a trial In itself. “A kissing booth, you are not boring even if you do your best to annoy me. You seemed to have survived your… Ordeal by kiss.” Sya said honestly and a little more comfortably, he she could manage, annoying yes… but manageable now she knew the man's…well nature. She gave her version of a raised eyebrow but is also humorous too. Ordeal by kissing booth was a saga of a legendary fighter for sure..

He made her want to face eye but he was mentally challenging even though it was vexing. Today had been a work out of challenges and quite enjoyable in its own way. “You have to fight it, especially In tainted lands, it tries to whisper to you almost, corrupt you. It's more than a physical … poison. The ones who lived their. I'm not going looking for.

I will not judge you, I have had to do what I have to survive, not nice things. one person keeps a secret rather well.“ Sya said but did not elaborate, people should not know, that was probably for the best. They were too dead to talk, and she was not talking. She should not have said that But this man had a silver tongue, how many others could claim They had a clean past in this town, or anywhere? She had only done what thousands of others had. Survived.

She waited, when would the Prince be here?

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AZUL Islands - Drama, Romance, Mystery, Slice of Life

Dr Katrazyna "Katska" Nadezhda Kowalewska

Main Island BNB

Her phone buzzed, normally Kat would have left it but the fact it buzzed when she was on quiet mode said it was probably important or someone who mattered. “Excuse me a second” As she reached into her handbag and opened her phone to see a message. “You probably wanna see this Kat before it breaks on the island. Just hit Twitter, island time means it can be seen in the morning or after that Azul day you called me about. Lilly. X” Kat followed the link and yes… Plans had changed and from the little she saw was not entirely surprised and quickly skim read it before returning her phone.

The Island seemed composed of two main families, each with their own aims and one was showing potential weakness after seeming like years in prominence of the two. The other would naturally move when they found a chance to gain standing… It was all very much like a back plot to a cheese romance that bridges the families that are natural enemies. That was the very surface understanding anyway.

Offical Statement.

Statement. Azul. SS Vika location expedition base of operation changes. Linked to Project Sea Guardian under United Nations Clean Seas initiative.

Olympus Marine Recovery. Amphitrite House, London, United Kingdom.

Due to the current situation on the Islands of Azul, the death of its elected leader and unpredictability of future governance it has been decided to relocate the planned logistics base to secondary location and more information will be announced when it is established.

The logistics team, communication and dock for the main research vessel is to be relocated with only a local research role on Azul.

We have cancelled our agreements and in good faith will not challenge deposits or advance payments. Donations to several local initiatives will go ahead as originally planned including the Azul hardship fund, The Heritage maintenance fund and the Wildlife sanctuary as well as the Azul Dolphin charity.

The goal and confidence in locating the SS Vika has not changed and we will not be changing our aims in regard to locating the wreck. Olympus Heavy Engineering USA division will be aiding us in establishing and upgrading local infrastructure at new sites to be suitable for temporary operations.

Signed.
Xia Chang.
Chief Communications Officer.
Olympus Marine Recovery.
London.

…

In London overlooking an overcast sky of grey in an office block looking akin to many others in the city the decision had been made, agreed and sent. Local information was saying things tense and unsure, changes of leadership and two families who were potentially feuding for control of the islands.

The decision was made and it had been a long meeting, many arguments were made. “As for…Dr…Dr Kowalewska. Let her know we have all support available, I do not at all expect to need it. Milo, Mike, make sure local Embassy contacts are good, and confirm who we need to talk to if anything goes bad. Double check it ASAP.” She said closing the meeting and nodded to the two men who she had called in when the topics of safety and risk assessments came up. They considered it over the top but no one wanted to be caught out and said they were negligent, never assume. Always verify.

“Got it, Amelia. day…maybe 2. I have to call a contact in Mexico to confirm who is local for Poland exactly.” He said with an easy confident term and nodded along writing quick notes into a notebook. They were over thinking and over planning but plan for the worst… expect the best. “Put me on double time for Over and I reckon day rather than 2” Mike said and he backed it up with a reputation for getting work done.

“Just sort it out, let me know if you need anything.” Amelia said before they got going and talked her into something else.

…

“Looks like my job got Interesting…” Kat said under her breath as she closed the clasp on her handbag and left on the counter. She had found it an independent little goth shop and was advertised as “corporate Goth”. Kat had got it there and then and that shop was a favourite haunt of hers in London.

“If you sell drinks I might not say no” Kat did not want to have to think about how the pull out would affect her situation right now. Also how much money in contracts had probably been closed.

Kats mental distraction caused her to look over at the taller man, commenting on her great battle with the rock. She lost to a rock, there was no way to look good. “As I said, I'll take it easy for a day or two and skip my run, I grew up on a farm.” Kat said casually, she was used to minor and seeing minor injury and just having to shrug it off and carry on, Farms never stopped for you, just made you have to work 3 times as hard to catch up.

He seemed to perk up when he heard about the environmental aspect of her role though maybe seeing things, truth be told it seemed to be a major point here, a line even. One side was the island's nature, the other its future and where it lay. Even an outsider could pick up a lot of everything riding on what those things were. “What can you say, best fruit ever” Kat said with a smile and a little grimace when she put too much weight on one foot by mistake, yup she would be taking it easy tomorrow and not doing her run.

“I'm not after the diamonds, mine sank in 1944 not 1744. We are trying to clean up the mess so future generations are not impacted. My last find was more baggage than dangerous cargo though. We ignored the problem too long.” She said with reference to the local obsession with that ship among some. She had been shown to a well run through section at Library before she remembered it was after a different era of history. Maybe it was recent events that made the islands a little weird.

She noticed his return a few minutes later and she… Well Kat paused a little awkwardly. Had she interrupted some kind of date night between the two, she would say that this lady had good taste. If it was handsome and handy about the house, the tool box was worn from use. Kat just tried to avoid getting in the way. Kat looked at her nail, she really had to find a place at some stage, no time to book an appointment in London.

“I can take it to go, if you have a thing. Just tell me which is the easier path back to Marina” Kat said softly with a little hope she didn't have to walk straight away, it would be better if she could wait a little time farm background or not.

Her head turned and looked out the window when she hered the loud engine of one of the islands few aircraft, an drone echoed out until it ended when the distant sounds reduced and then ended. She recalled it might be the same one that flew her in, a crampt and noisey smaller float plane but she had ended up on what must have been one of the "busy" flights.

That float plane must be based locally, it made sense. The Marina where she was likely too busy to safely take off and land regularly, this side of the island was more sparsely populated.

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Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “Town Sqauee”

10 am

[color=7bcdc8][/color]“I can be helpful when I want to. The Eye of Beholder, behind the stage is my Inn.” Sya said as he spoke about the Inn, the fact he did not drink, well did he expect the water here would be clean and safe? Maybe…who knew. She was immune to any blight combinations but he was human, oh well. His risks if he drank the wrong water source and got unlucky. “Have to check when I'm back, it will be a little basic if I do but I might have one free, as long as you don't bring trouble to my door or harm others. Extension phase in peogress.” Sya said the last part firmly, she was very clear on that rule. She did not mind who, it was an Inn… she did mind trouble at her door. If the characters her Inn attracted were odd…that was the town.

The small woman could be a force when she wanted to, and if you threatened her hoke…she would protect her hoard.

"Too much loss about, I have been given something but most of them still are normal, and can make a new start, there are few places that accept me.” Sya said, dragged into the man's verbal pull before she knew she should not be, but he was…vexing. “My travel was a little less voluntary. My homeland was in the blight lands” Sya found herself saying and tried to regain control from this overly energetic man.

The guards, she had never really seen like this, arrayed out like this and had some feeling that made her very much apprehensive. She felt no need to add anything and tried to regain control of the crazy situation and crazy man mentally challenging her mind.

“I have all the parts I need right now.” Sya said with a more playful expression, there was no need to clarify exactly how a blight born could be dangerous, you'd have to be an utter idiot not to know.

“How do you keep making me talk to you, hopefully you are a good gardener with a vexing personality.” Sya said with a shake of her head, she glanced around and spotted a luminous haired blightborn arriving, fire elementals. Had the blight grown stronger or was it just they were attracting more reclusive and cautious of her kin? Kiara...was that her name, yeah..The redheaded one was about too, she never really had met her much. No real need for food or any of Sya services.

That would be a worrying, interesting and more curious idea. Sya genuinely did wonder what the limits of a blightborn was in some ways, what kind of was she? Was there any other like Sya? Was their a pattern? Was it random? She could feel aomthing was coming... somthing like before...

An silver haired woman was about too, small, it was Sunni friend, the one he had refused a meal with... but where was Sunni and where did he spend the last night? She had been rather happily distracted admitted and without shame, but where was he... or who...he was with.

Sya was bar her rather distinctive eye, rather unremarkable when she was hidden behind hood and so. “Have you seen many Blightborn?” Sya found herself asking genuinely curious now.

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