PrinceAlexus

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You inspired a little writing.
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The roads were dusty as a lone Rhino kicked up dust moving at speed, its hull originally pink was covered in dust and the muck thrown up from its tracks. The route was mapped and it moved past and through checkpoints without fuss, its icons and fact it was a Rhino demanded it pass with little issue. Breezing past a whole convoy of cargo 8 trucks, heavy loaded cargo trucks with bulk supplies moved slowly and steadily, the massive Luscius cargo 16 super heavy tank mover was hauling a pair of damaged leman russ tanks and a rolled over Chimera in opposite direction with what looked like yellow spray paint in Adaptus mechanicus codes to their needs and priority.

Behind it lumbered another hauling many tons of empty cages, chains, and other restraint items, many of them piled up several deep and hanging from various numbered standard transport crates seen across 1000 worlds.

The road rolled on as tracks ate up the miles.

She heard the rumble of her Rhino beneath her as they reached the area the exercise had deemed a command centre? This place was like many many others as the ramp dropped and the dull ring as ceramite clad feet matched on plastic steel deck plating and ramp of the faded dusty pink painted “Divine legacy” Was painted on the side of the armoured transport though due to ever present dust a white gauntleted fist scraped it away from the Holy name and symbol painted on its hull.

The two others alongside nodded and made the aquilla as they waited, one deep in prayer and her second companion cleaned her weapon almost as a form of religious devotions. It was a sign of the times that they had to allow such flaws to creep in but the wider wars, the constant press of the dark powers, the rift that tore across and the loss of the ancient bastion of Cadia had pressed every branch of the Imperium hard, the most faithful no less so.

“Hold for now, il find out what this captain has called in, might just have jumped he lost a few of the meat… or carless soldiers ” She slung her Luscius pattern las gun over the shoulder plates of her armour. A sign of the times, resources tight and supply from off world in demand by everyone. Her escort had a locally made Navy assault shotgun, the heavy bolter they had was a Emperor given gift. Pistols were no problem but more advanced heavy arms were in demand by everyone from the crusade fleets from all segmentum.

She did not stop as she walked out to the dusty old building just about visible as “Heavy Plate works Sectus 3/54. Secondary tool office.” Her focus was on one place both her natural and augmented eye as the woman approached the doorway and the room lit by guard issue portable vox, cogitators and more haphazardly set up as best able with the thrum of a heavy portable promethium powered generator outside.

“Captains that way, first floor maam” A nervous man who worked a console and seemed to be entirely too willing to let his boss deal with the present situation, why did have to call in a QRF, command was already breathing down their necks.

“Mi ldady, Emapror bless you” one younger woman who seemed to be a recent recruit by the clean state of her uniform and fact she wore a complete set of matching gear, a feat many others had failed and did best to look professional even caked in dust and mismatched from use and wear the sands placed on everything man and machine. “Carry on.” She said more softly, she was not entirely a bitch but she had to make her impression clear to this Captain.

“Sist…”

“Sister Hospitler Palatine Chen, why did you drag me out here exactly?” She did not let the man even start, her mood was not best having dragged out here to help with the guard exercises, yet alone dragged to find a QRF call when she was about to lead her sister's prayers of St Catherine. Duty calls.

“Thankyou…Sister. “ He stammered before asserting himself, the man was a Captain even of he faced one of the Emperors daughters who seemed to be in a bad mood and expected an emergency. “Please sit, il explain.” He offered and relised he had pushed his luck somewhat.

“I'd rather stand, just get one with it.”

…

“Orders?” The Sister to her right asked as she cradled the shotgun across her lap, mantained and cleaned to perfection, though not a holy bolter it was still a weapon of the emaprors vengeance and would be respected as so. The mission had not called for such weapons and their expensive holy ammunition. “They found a nest of heretics?” She asked with a fervent look as they rolled through the gates of the compound to the main factory road.

“Panic, Poitical, they lost some factory Lords son, joined guard to show he was a loyal citizen etc. Command was getting snippy about it. A Lt.” She said frankly to her sisters in a way she would to no others, she trusted them deeply and in ways few others deserved. She showed a pic slate of the image of the officer in fresh crisp uniform on his graduation day and a second of him looking more in fresh combat uniform..

“Seach and locate, probbly a vox down.” the sister to her left said, and nodded memorising the image and the insignia the officer wore. She scanned it quickly, they probbly had just drifted past a large structure that was blocking vox contact or taken damage, the system where rugged but not indestructible.

“By the Emparor I hope it is, we put some fear of the Holy into them, report back and send them back to HQ.” The older former militant sister said as she checked the higher power las gun she had taken for this trip, they where not against foes that bolter shells needed, the God Emperors rescorces where not be squandered in times like this.

“The Emperor hand guides us in strange ways” Came from the sister with the heavy weapons as she looked up from her holy bolter. “Should have shot him for wasting our time.” She said casually and looked over to the Rhino screen and saw the local map flash up, the estimated targets and local information on the environment and such.

“If we shot everyone that annoyed you, we would run out of bolt shells.” was the reply to the other sister who was a little too eager to use her weaponry. She knew her sisters fault and issue but also was one of the best heavy gunners in their sqaud and happy to work alongside the veteran sister hospiteler. She could keep the woman under a tight hand, but knew when to let her go.

“They should be more faithful then” The sister said as she gave a glare at report of the “targets” being criminals, maybe deserters and other human criminal chaff rounded up by the Imperium. This was just risking things, letting such things loose and arming them…

“Settle down, 2 Minutes, should be reaching a local command post.” Came The senior sisters voice as she grabbed her chain sword and mounted it to her waist belt, bolt pistol, las gun and the white armour of her medical equipment with the medicae symbol painted in red on shoulders and the iconic fleur de lis that all of the Emperors daughters wore gleaming platinum metal that was already attracting dust from the environment.

“Copy. Lets get this done Sister Palatine. Pull us over, and guard the Rhino.” The two sisters using her forner combat rank in dusty Pink armour gathered their gear and 2 minutes later nodded to the driver who pulled alongside the motor area and the 3 sisters marched out to the command post, another dusty temporary camp the same as any other. They had a younger recruit driving for them, she needed more tempered experience and training first before they wanted to throw her into combat.

The Order of Marla local presence was not the largest and most powerful of the larger major orders but their local presence was quite effective and well trained and armed members of the local sectors church Militant arm. The pink armour they wore was different to the normal but was just another unusual quirk to the Imperium.

Even as a minor order they had earned a solid reputation even if they had developed their own version of some worship and rules, which deviated slightly by natural evolution and influences from their recruitment worlds and locations.

It was three sisters that stood in all the organised chaos, they could call on more but the Order had been tied up with a whole list of other tasks that required their attention. A training exercise mistake did not need a full multi squad, heavy support and armoured units to support. They would investigate first.

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Il probbly use a sheet or somthing to keep track...

My brain starts to get things mixed up if not.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Eye of Beholder”

Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. +1 day.

Skip, snakey frinds x3

Sys flicked her tall with and her natural reaction it seemed to her stress and temper, she really wnated to talk to Nessna, she needed help running the books. She seemed pretty educated, Sya was OK but she needed help with some things as the Eye of Beholder Enterprise she ran grew more complicated and prosperous. Hopefully she would have 3 successful arms to the inns business instead of just one. Bakery, distillery and the In itself….

Damn it, she would catch her later...maybe find Eris.. or somthing. She had plans and people kept being people and needing her.

This Pirate flirted with her, she could work with that, much as he seemed … strange, she could also work his weakness and jd he tail and being a woman was that weakness, she could work an advantage. “Ex pirate, I guess vour pirate thought you were a handful.” Sya teased, word play might be lost but she could have her fun with him and push back she was not a tame little one who would back down and roll over. “He,d be less if ze tried vy shine, itz stronger than anything I import.” Sya said with a proud smile.

She relaxed a little and coiled less tightly as she felt less need to protect herself and her tail, she was still cautious as she knew somehow that was what she needed to do that moment. Something almost told her in thr back of her mind and did it on instinct. Her body language relaxed but she did raise a …eye and wave her hand and tail with a perfect match of movement. “Promisses…Promissess… “Sya teased with her tone and flashed her long tail glittering in the light with a preening gesture.

Sya chimed Ivor though clearly kindly and she smiled as she did. “Freind egg Ivor, vou have a tough a shell but vust be careful too, who else would bring me such pretty fish.” Sya kindly bantered with the big man and she treated him like a friend, friends got told off when they risked their shells but she would always have a hot meal waiting to warm them up and a ale to dull the aches.

“Saving multiple Damsals, oh charming hunter. You could have carried me! Im glad your wlecome, wnd others relise your a good egg.” Sya said In her native language for him, so he not misunderstanding she was playing for the crowds but was also Sya care for her friends and those she chose to place in her egg box. She teased Ivor as guessed somewhere scared of him and she treated him without that fear, she treated him as a friend.

“Vala, vet zem some drinkssss, and cookiess” Sya said to the bar and short hair lime green eyes blightborn who was her second and one she let enforce things while she was out, that woman had a arm on her even of she looked smaller.

She also noted Kiara body language and was purposely drawing his aggro as such to her, she hoped the woman released what Sya was doing…

Her eye turned back to the Pirate, of course the Pirate…. Because why else would her Inn not have a pirate, with 4 arms and a seeming thing for her. “Vi do not need a hat, ven I tell people, it iz so. ” Sya said with a shake of her head and let her braid bounce about, it would hide her lovely hair now she had pride in styling it and a tone that implied she felt like this place was her small slice where she was queen.

“Captains zet to decide their own outfit yes. My names Sya. oh i have soo many floors… wiz a coller… zi joke..or zot..” Sya said with the cheerful tone of the innkeeper most saw in public, they did not see her crying or her pain and loss, she kept those… out the way for now, she was strong in public as much as she could be. Some days she did just want someone to cuddle in private and rub her back, tail, play with her hair and tell her she would be fine…

Sya was alot broken, you could not be whole without harm after life she had lost, but she was still smart in her own way. She let the comment hopefully protect her friends and also, Sya was not exactly worried about being normal.

But she was alone for now, Sya needed a clan, in whatever form it happened her egg box, clan, family…whatever she or others called it. Sya did not function alone, Sya needed to be part of something. The darkness, the madness and evil lurked out there and friends help scare it away from her mind and keep those dark memories away.

She would build that support system.

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Curious

Smoke and Steel

Two men meet at sea.

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The first light of dawn crept across the deck, painting the ship in pale gold as the waves rolled in gentle rhythm beneath her hull. Alberic emerged from his cabin, pipe in hand but unlit, the air crisp with salt and silence.

The sea was calm. He leaned against the railing, eyes cast toward the horizon. Trefgodwig can’t be far now, he thought. But the nearer they came, the more his chest tightened. He longed to see Aonène agair, her calm presence and quiet strength... but part of him felt a weight behind the ribs. Shame. Apprehension. What if she’s indifferent? What if she’s afraid?

His hand tensed around the railing. He didn’t fear battle, didn’t fear death. But that, her silence, her judgment, that frightened him.

A sharp bootstep echoed across the deck behind him. He didn’t turn yet, but he heard the smooth stride, the confident pace of someone who wore command like a second skin.

He knew the deck, every single plank, creek, bend and patch. He was her captain and he knew this deck like his very life rested upon it because it did every day of his life since he set upon the seas.

Drake watched as the sun rose partially on the horizon already awake and about as this was a prime time to survay the sees and exploit the glare the rising sun created. Their voyage had been fairly quiet bar having to avoid snd go past a lurking triple masted double decker cut down ship of the line, it had them by far outmatched in a straight fight and he was no mad man.

"Mantain course Helm, Watch, help sail, sail, run out more on main and trim for speed, the light looks good. Keep her steady Mr Nott." The quiet tone carried no shortage of authority as he gave orders with an natural command, comfortable but also absolute. He was master of his domain, his ship. The reply was automatic and the aye sir, Captain and nod came quickly.

"Another who rises early, the realm of Neptune is good to us, for now." He said with a little drama as he walked unhurridly with no need to rush, no need to dawdle. "If your tempest requires you light, throw any sparks over board." He said noting his harsh grip of the rail and hour they where at. They where far from a gunpowder barrel or such here.

Alberic let out a slow puff from his pipe, the smoke curling upward and catching the gold-tinted breeze. A rare smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he finally turned to face the captain beside him.

“Some tempests,” he said with a quiet rasp, “don’t care for sparks… they burn from within and leave no smoke.” He offered the line with the tone of a man who’d lived it.

He knocked the wooden rail with two fingers, half in jest, half in hope. “Still, you’re right. The seas have been calm... more than I expected. I won’t tempt the gods by saying I’m grateful, but I’ll take it.”

"Now we be sailing at speed again soon." The captain said easily as he hered the sound of sails begin to shift and ropes creeked above them as sails began to move and reposition to catch more wind. The ship gentle sounds as it rode the waves.

"Some fires burn within, long as they not burning the hull." The man seemed to be deep into his own thoughts, somthing darker, deeper or hidden behind layers of history. His crew was very much an mix of everyone from all walks of life.

"And their you jinxed it. The C word. " The captain said with a easy confidence and a laugh at the fact. The gods, fates hated whenever you when thinking you where a step ahead. "We be late into white court anyway, avoiding the Razzee took us off course. Cut down, least a 54 gun. Old first rate. Asumimg we not meet anyone else." The cut down ship of the line was fast and dangerous with a formidable armament. He explained not sure what his warship knowledge was.

He paused as he drank from a flask of rum and offered the man a drink, Navy rum stolen from a trade ship. "Fortune? Favour? What brings you on this life? The others are more undecided least for now." The Privateer asked gauging the passenger who had joined him onnthr black courts errand but he reconised the man's potential danger, he had a air of a soldier or so.

It also seemed like a test fot master of the ship too.

Alberic accepted the flask without hesitation, taking a short pull of the rum before handing it back with a quiet grunt of appreciation. He wiped his mouth with the back of his glove and glanced at the horizon again as the sails shifted overhead.

"Trip’s been longer than planned," he muttered. "Not that I mind the wind keeping us company, but I’ll be glad when I can feel earth under my boots again."

He paused for a beat, then continued, his tone turning a touch more sincere, "I serve Lady Andronika... and the Dawnbringer." He said the latter name with a tone with the kind of grounded reverence men usually reserved for old oaths and gravestones, "But that’s not all... I’ve got a search of my own."

Alberic turned toward Drake now, his eyes narrowing with a deep glance of fire. The rum had loosened his tongue just enough, and the fact this man was a fellow Vichian privateer meant something. He didn’t speak lightly, but he didn’t hedge either.

"You’ve likely heard of him... Warin Montfault," he said, voice low, steady. "Most know him better by his slurred name... 'Grey Beard'. One of Emiddley’s worst. Took my family, burned my father’s ship... and took my sister. Left me to die." He didn’t say more.

"Taken rum, always tastes better. Flask too." The captain said taking a short pull from the flask and returning it to his pocket. The flask was taken too, found a captured prize and he took it as his own share portion as a younger man.

"Wind is good, speeds safe I'd rather be delayed than fight a loss, i can fight on land but anything less than a cannpn is wortheless with me." He said with a smooth tone and easy calm of someone who had spent multiple years at sea under his own flag. He was a bad shot with a pistol, great with a sword...a cannon.. but damn he hated pistols or they hated him.

"Serious business..." He said respectfully with an tone that followed the man's very much heavily invested in his chosen cause and faction.

Drakes eyes darkened at that name, he knew that name and had been very much the talk pf his Navy training, he was a legal...pirate, he had a code..their was a line... he was not a outlaw without one. "Blood demands blood. Thats the code." He said simply and nodded, he knew name and reputation. "I'm paid to get you and whatever I'm not told about to the destination, we see what happens after." He drifted things a little, he had been given a job by the black court and he knew discretion kept you alive much as knowing.

Alberic gave a faint grunt of agreement, eyes fixed ahead as the faint outline of the coastline began to pierce the morning haze.

"Aye... blood demands blood," he echoed quietly. His gaze lingered on the land ahead. "You're being paid, Captain, but I hope whatever coin you took is worth the storm we might be sailing into."

He tapped the side of his pipe, ash falling to the deck, then gave a slow nod. "Landfall soon. One way or another.”

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Eye of Beholder”

Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. +1 day.

Skip, snakey frinds x3

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The Pirate had Sya, honestly broken on how to respond to such a being… She was confident, this was her Inn and yet she had to pause to work out how to even handle anything going on here! Sea serpant, stumbling and so when she challenged him? Was he drunk?”Ssssea…Serpeant…” Sya said a little confused honestly as her tail waved ro match her “huh?” gesture and she did the mono occular raised eye at the situation she found herself in. Petty.. Sea seprant?

It took her mind a little time to reboot from its error mode as she waved her tail in a lazy gesture as it moved of its own accord to the crowd.. for Sya she was just enjoying the air brush past her sensitive tail tip scales. Calming…. She needed calm… calm and some ideas so she could control the situation.

Lack of joy, shag, breakfast? Syas head was spinning in ways it does not normally find unhealthy ways to cope with life, she paused and had to level herself mentally, her balance with tail now seemed to be rather perfect. “Booze, room. food. you have to … Pay.. for… vand just becaussse you have 4 arms does not mean vou know how to use any of them or your sssword is really just soft iron sold as sssteel” She said with a smirk and a challenge, she would draw his attention back to her and away from her customers. He could be jolly but not freeloading, Sya did not tolerate freeloaders.

“But vou are correct, my tail is quite pretty. Thank vou for noticing. ” She said with such modesty… sure. "Sea. I am a serpant."
She punned.

“Look for the most ssstressed man, youl find the prince. Zat or a smartly dressed man with red eyesss, zand a fancy coat, his advisor.” Sya said as she decided that was an accurate answer to summarise Dawnhaven. Somehow his golden hair had not turned grey yet and he had not yet had a stress induced heart attack. Really running the eye was enough yet alone accounting for the whole mad house that was the town, its guards and its need for supplies and materials.

Of course he started singing. Lamia could not hide her inner laugh at some of the lyrics and the sheer brazen nature of them. This man hid nothing, and was just as he said he was and she respected that but this was her Inn. Sya ran it and she needed to show She controlled it. Here came the embarrassing part, Sya could not jump, was 5 foot and any attempt to rise much over her former height left her brain unsure what to do, Sya had never been tall…she had a powerful tail but could not life up as that felt…dizzy and she had no frame of reference. Down was easy, up was hard.

Sya spotted a smaller woman arrive into the inn and waved, her tail copied her giving a friendly wave as she greeted her. The priestess of sun Temple? Sya was technically an Auralian but her culture had long diverged from the kingdoms. They were once an proud and independent people instead. “Welcomessss to the eye, let me know if you need anything missss. Fresh cookiessss, wines and spiritsss. Just asssks…” Sya said cheerfully before she turned her head to face the pirate.

So she grabbed a stale Cob, a really stale cob from last night that felt like it might break a tooth or be good against castles. No wonder no one ate this anti Castle bread projectile and threw it at his head with the accuracy that having one giant eye, night vision and thermal vision gave you. Bulls Eye. She shifted back to normal sight with a blink and a minor headache.

“Oi, paying Customersss. drink, eat, stay, but ya paying if ya taking space. Gold. Upfront. I'm ze Captain, this is my ship, got it seaman. Unless vou want to scrub ze decks.” She said, waving her tail for emphasis and pointing to the bar. Sya was confident but she did kinda think, her skirt was rather short but it also was one of few she had that fastened to the side and not pulled on… her tail was too damn long, her wardrobe was not adapted to being a Lamia, she showed quite abit of scales but it really did help her ability to move and balance as she did not have so many … distractions to mentally handle.

Sya relised Kira would be especially uncomfortable and sent a smile and a gesture to the stairs if she wanted to get some privacy and a little time. Sya was no fool and she was far more attentive and kept her.. eye.. pun intended on things. Kira was a friend egg and she would look after her, she was part of the box even if she was yet to fully open up to Sya.

She had too few friends eggs in this town to not treasure and protect every member of her box. She did not function well alone at all, Sya was not the kind person who could manage alone, she needed a family, friends and a group of people.

Eris… that made her heart hurt, she did not know if she was a friend, had she lost a friend? She had not seen her since the day before and Sya just wanted to know….what did her friend think and could she maintain her friend? Sya had tea, cookies and biscuits and her own little library to share…

Sya just did not want to be alone.

That was when the dark thoughts had come. That reminded her too much of her time, scared, alone and stalked by the Beasts and monstrous wrongness that had tried to turn her feral.

Once was more than enough!

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Daphne

Jail

Cell block Blues

Daphne nodded and the noble woman was quite polite, she seemed to be far too good to be in a place like the jail! Unlike a certain noble who she would happily toss into a Cell and feed dry crackers for weeks on end until his precious make up and so turned to mud and dirt. She was not upset that he had insulted her lord Lady at all…

She chose her words carefully but this woman, if she was genuine, did deserve to know. “Your…relative has been… honestly he had made few friends here actively unpopular even.” She said hoping not to offend but hopefully mean she did not end up caught by his back blast. “Be careful, and I hope his actions have not caused you harm by his reputation.” She said keeping an open mind about the young lady who might be his ..sister, neice…something. With all the make up she might be a daughter… Gods..who would marry that man?

“Il be careful, I can look after mi Self. Danger to my headache for sure.” She said and kept it light as the lady left and turned to see the man still waiting…waiting for something but right now he was quiet, locked up and not causing an issue. They checked him for anything dangerous surely when they pulled him in or that champion whatever she was would be having sharp words and maybe swords.

“Behave, I doubt Sya offered refunds so, your stuck here till the Prince finally makes it.” She said as she went and gave the door one last check before heading to check the outer area of the small jail, it's area was not large but she checked carefully as was expected. Bad habits lasted and her Lord would work her ass off if she got into them now…

“Another day in paradise” she said softly as she gave an outer storm shutter a tug to make sure it was locked and buttoned up tight.

Her mind ran through drills and thought to maybe test against a training… No one had one, no one had even really planned anything for the jail… it was Unfinished. She gave a frustrated kick at A snow bank, her damned sense of duty meaning she could have stayed late cuddling or found some place more productive than guarding a man who probably just said the sun king wore the same outfit twice. She knew what, but treason…? Really? He was a puppet showman…hardly the greatest threat to the kingdom?

She was somewhat glad the champion was not here, in irons or something.. he was complient for now, not violent, he sat, he could eat his stale rations and dip them in water. They were food, at least they had something, anything even at this stage.

She returned to check on the inside, she would alternate her cheeks as she pushed the door open again and leaned against wall.

“Get comfortable, Seluna knows when Prince or anyone important pay attention to the jail…” She said, not even someone to play cards with to pass the time.

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Lord and Lady Coswain

Temple of Lunaris

Lady under the moon

...

Persephone was lost in her own thoughts as she sat, unsure how much time had passed, able to finally find a quiet place to relax and think, the Temple was peaceful and she felt comfortable and able to close her eyes and deal with everything that seemed to have happened in a short time.

Her eyes raised as finally, she saw something that was out of place, the cold wind as someone came in, several people by its duration robbing the Temple of the small amount of heat it had begun to gain. Prince Flynn, the Princess and their guards. Guards were what was aggravating, he had gone in with Auralian guards…Into their peaceful and holy Temple… Humble it might be but It still was a Temple of Seluna. If he had concerns he could at least take guards who were not strangers of a different land and religion. Intrude and disrupt the Temple's quiet peace.

“My Prince, Princess this is our Temple, it is a safe, calm and holy place. Please respect that. There is little peace left as it is to harm this small shelter against the storms.” She said with a glare at the two guards with them, the two foreigners in the one place she felt was a pure slice of home, not an place where it had been awkwardly merged between the two nations' competing goals. While she might have been on firmer side, she remained polite though her time in Captial meant she knew they where Normal humans, normal humans with fancy hats and titles you had to respect. But not anything like demi gods or divine forces of nature.

“Would you like to wait by the Doors… if you must be here. We just want our peace, same as everyone else.” Persephone said as she looked directly at the Guards. The Priestess had done so she felt right to protect her small slice of peace in Dawn Haven. She let her cloak Slip to reveal her indications of rank even if they did not mean much directly, But it was a show of intent.

Yes it was bold and maybe a little too far but they had walked In, the Prince was the Prince but marching in with foreign soldiers… It felt wrong and she had to say her words.

She would use their hot Springs and try this hot therapeutic soaking thing, Springs and so Aurlia found out to be popular. But they left their Temple alone, that was their Temple…the same should be respected.

Maybe she went too far but right now, they had interrupted her peace and feeling of gentle calm the Temple had been letting her feel.

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Lord and Lady Coswain

Giard Camp

Training montage Part 2. Offensive action amd language.

Time began to pass as Lord Coswain began to attract a little more attention having changed from just sparring to overseeing, sparring and guiding a number who decided they wanted to hone their skills in light of loss of a full knight. Some people out of more selfish reasons or just wanting to vent some frustration he had taken anyone willing and a little pride on his part.

The “hopeless” soldier was giving a much better fight of it, he had cracked a simple barrier. That man knew exactly what to do, he knew exactly how to…he had not the confidence to link everything together. He watched as they began to work up in force and speed the tentative strikes had become much more sure and placed with far lethal intent.

“Finally someone more challenging” He said quietly as squared up to a Sgt, both had switched to more unfamiliar options of paired blades for the Lord and the Sgt weighed an padded mace and dagger combination. “Watch out old man, I might mean it.” The Sgt said with respectful challenge and the two faced each other causing some of their younger and lesser to pause to watch the main show as the older veterans clashed.

“fuck.” The Sgt swore as he blocked a short Sword at magically enhanced speed, they had held off using any skills from the others but this was fair game as he was almost caught off guard by a brutally fast strike. Lord Coswain had spent too long training against Daphne to know not to let her in close. “Alls Fair then.” The other man activated his own tricks and the mace knocked aside short Sword before having to dodge a dirty pommel strike, this was far more engaging than the regular drills.

The two cheated, tricked and wove in with various schools of combat from blades, hand to hand and grappling including daggers. They had kept things going pulling the odd strike as right now they were very letting off steam.

They were both panting, muddy, bruised and hard drawn blood more than once, the two had been using practice weapons but they could be used to great effect by skilled fighters. They accepted a hand up and clasped arms In respect of a fight well done.

“Standing around, looks like 2 laps around the camp, get moving guardsmen.” as he got them moving with a shout of the sgts commanding tone, he looked at the Lord who just nodded and began to follow with a slight wince from a padded mace to side. “Officers have to set an example. And match their soldiers.” He said as he joined their punishment run.

Lord Coswain was hard on them but he was hard on himself, and he had his reasons. He wanted them to live and not be dead heroes, that required hatred and pain before they realised the truth. He cared enough to hurt them now to save them later when blades were steel.

“Up the pace, give us a cadence Ragnar, Watch your language.” The Sgt said as he jogged with a nod to the older man next to him with a glance as he kept pace though could see the slight grimace as he pounded round the camp.

“Rescind that, Guardsman Ragnar. Give us a real one.” He called out not caring about the language or the content, they needed to build some spirit and morale up and if that meant letting them use some offensive language, that would be the tool used. Lord Coswain joined into the cadence, a newer one about the whores of Dunatal and a soldiers' coin.