PrinceAlexus

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Bath House. Hot rock moon bathing.

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

Snakey Nakey skeepy snake.

Sya was lazily drinking tea and resting on her side with easy comfort, the heat was nice even if she was blight born the heat soothed her muscles and scales in a way that sank deep into her body, it was not exactly fully comfortable but she sighed as her body flopped lazily and she was snuggled by the heat like a cuddle.

Her head turned hearing movement and looked to turn her single huge eye to the task, her vision let her see the shape coming part fungi and part human, a blight born she had seen from a distance and now was approaching her walking up. Sya did not bother covering up, it was a bath house and people stared more at her eye or tail it seemed right now. Sya waved her hand and smiled, her cheerful Sya that seemed to be able to befriend half the town, and blue scales flashed in the water copying the motion with enthusiasm feeling comfortable in herself despite Ayel.

Ayel…that man was a nightmare. He really just hated her for no blood reason, she had done nothing and hated her just for being alive… Why would the Prince tolerate it? She had been kind and helped the crown, helped and took his guests and looked after the Coswains and more. Hopefully he pulled him into line.

“Oh, Hello Missss, odd.. ve hardly normal so pleassse join me, zi would offer vou tea?.” Sya said her accent coming out strongly as she was comfortable and willing to express herself. Sya paused for the question which was an odd one, she was after a dead body? The smell of rot, death. Sya had heard this lady was the kinda…death keeper of the town, outside the temples. But Sya was now a blight born, twice changed, Lamia and more. She would not turn her way for a curse they both shared even if she looked a little strange.

Wait… she had an answer, but first she would introduce herself, Sya wanted you to take a chance to meet another interesting person. “Vy name is Syraeia Leela and im ze keeper of ze eye, zhough everyone calls me Sya. I have only seen you, and Vou.. seem interesting.” She said in her borderland accent defiantly proud to spite Ayel in her birth right and fact she had prospered in this little town. Her arm ring was a little unfamiliar still, it had been a while since she had one to wear and her jewelry was something she only had recently felt able to wear again.

Sya was an adhd mess, but always curious about things. Even if she had 5 thoughts competing to be the one that won.

“Oh..zorry, I forgot. I get distracted.” Sya said as she tried to remember, her mind was chaos but that chaos tended to be in a form of balanced chaos… a total enigma for a woman who herself found it seemed to fit naturally with her new body, changes and self.

“A body. Yes. Kinda. Ivor Hunter and Valthyr trader been here, Zey might leave scent behind, Ivor hunts zand often carries kills home, many hours. Maybe zat? Other trades in many goods. Furs and so. ” Sya asked with a tilt of her head as her tail splashed softly in the hot waters, playfully but also easing any soreness away making Sya feel like she had no aches in the world.

“Did i offer vou tea? Please sssit, i welcome you, i see you but not know vour name or if vou a good egg, let usss change that.” She asked, her mind was a little too soothed by the hot water, maybe it was bad for her bright nature? But it also felt so good on her scales and new body at the same time. It was beyond confusing for the woman and she chose to ignore that.

Sya was.. Sya. She had a natural way with people in her own odd self, claiming the Lamia innkeeper was normal would be rather a lie.

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Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

“Copy, once we find solid ground. Firing for effect.” The commander responded across the main net and hung on tight as heaviest of the group lumbered slowly and carefully up to where the recon and engineers said would be hard ground for firing. “Nord, keep us off that slope.”

Over 60 tons hit softer sand and began to rotate as one track skidded and lost grip but it soon regained and swung back rolling forward over ground where the wide tracks began to run more smoothly and there was less slipping on the drives. Slow steady going and the entire time they had to risk fire. They had to hope the engineers had got things right or they would need a recovery tank very early in this battle.

“Iron Hide reached location E6. Requesting counter battery data from air assets” Calm Polish tone came across the frequency to the command posts, they needed to know where the enemy were before they gave themselves away. Anakin waited, eating what was left of his gifted meal, they just had to sit and wait and that was the hardest part.

“Orders boss?” The main gunner asked as he checked the systems for the nth time, all green and ready to fire at the press of a button. The auto feed was already stacked and specials sat on a separate manual load system ready to be fed into the guns breach.

“Fire and move, Nord, we start move on round 2, 3 we moving. Xena reload us on 3, guns, 3 round salvo, simultaneous hits, standard HE. For now hold until we get accurate targets. Do not be tight about ammo, we need those guns dead ASAP.

Move from E6 and head to G, keep the gaps random, so they cannot pin us down so fast.” He finished and while none saluted the clear nod from his crew as he panned around, they fully understood exactly the orders.

“Got it boss.” Came in a clear 3 voice ring about the hull, there was a lot of machinery in the big beast, even more so with their additions.

“Copy that, ready to fire on mark" The Canadian gunner came over confidently and sat back on his seat as the music began to play over the internal speaker…Nord had taken the IPod it seemed as heavy metal boomed over the speakers, Lordi in native language began to pump up the crew and they the commander grinned as he flicked a switch to blast it externally. Who's your daddy boomed out with a heavy kick as the main gun turned and the tank began to roll out slowly, looking at angle and elevation. “Ready, cleared to fire.” The Canadians' voice gained a level of Canadian that was not good for the enemy, he was nice but… nice was not always nice.

“Ready, HE next on the racks, give em hell.” Xena said as she nodded along to the music choice, an 155mm round already resting in her arms.

The commander nodded and turned to his radio, switching to the inter squad net. “Punk Ass Deceptacons. Firing.” The final word the main gun began to sing the song its people, 3 155mm rounds raced out firing on the move as the tank began to advance behind moving and attempting to Duke as the second salvo echoed out at the next positions on their list by Intel before shrapnel hit its hull and the SPG rocked from blast wave of a counter battery shot but the hull held.

“Damn, fuckers are good, keep firing.” The commander showed his iron resolve and looked out the top hatch, seeing the other tanks advancing before ducking back down again, iron but not stupid.

“Morter pits, send emm the tungsten.” He shouted over the noise of the ringing and music. Being a tanker meant you just got tinnitus by default. The gun recoiled as they blanketed the porters with a rain of directed tungsten balls at near supersonic speeds.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Daphne

Jail

Jail Jam jamboree with the Spicey Squire.

Daphne waited and stood hearing the explanation as her face dropped, she managed to not scream in despair at being caught up in everything and turned her head to hear the various information and also the fact a blight born had somehow become a guard? Infiltrated the jail and somehow Daphne had avoided being caught up in the middle of a murder after walking into a murder a day before.

She paced with an increasingly heavy pace and lunarian boots crushed the ice that scattered about. For the goddess' sake. Could Daphne get a day free of chaos?

The moment Gadez left the jail? Was that even the man, a blight born, a magic…but magic was like…suppressed inside the runes? How by all and the goddess did that happen? And how did he get out of a locked cage!

It was still an effort as her abilities felt sluggish still but she moved fast, one showed a sword drawn forward pointing at his throat and her second was resting in a guard position. Moving to the side of the princess in a step and draw that was unnaturally fast and why she had been chosen as a Squire. One purple eye glanced at the Prince. “You need a better jail.” Before a more concerned one turned to Amaya, he was a Prince but Amaya was a Lunarian and she was her priority plus he probably had combat training if Auralia taught royals them worth a damn. “Stay behind me, and run if you have to. I'll buy you time.” Daphne said to the Princess before she turned to fully face the escapee.

Daphne's voice went cold as a Lunaran mountain peak as she moved, tracking the man, blades ready and eyes hard with her training kicking in. “Sword. Down. Back inside. And do not even take a step to the Princess.

Or il take your skull and give it to my girlfriend as a bloody ale mug.”

Daphne had officially had way too much shit and too little chance to kiss a priestess. A woman could only take so much being the centre of events. The blade in her extended hand did not shake as much an inch as she stared him down. She did not know what the other intended but she had enough, the jail was her job and he was meant to be inside.

Where was Asileth? Was he a blight born, was he knocked out dead? Turned or controlled? That was a question that had no answer until they pushed through the door and past Gadez. They had to take this one problem at a time, she hoped he was alive and only knocked out so she could tease him later. The good sign. No blood on the blade.

“Champion, if it fails, please do make good my word. I'd hate to break it. Tell the moon priestess to follow the Cadian rites.” Daphne said with a surprising light tone entirely at odds with the situation as she switched between guard Daphne and Daphne the person. Even if that was her final wishes and angenging her death.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

The Eye

Lady Coswain left the post office turning on her health and pulled her cloak tight, Lunarian or not she was not immune to the cold. She moved through her sword clinked against the door and pulled her gloves tight. The dagger she checked out of sheer reflex as walking out to find her mount glaring at a man. Shaking her head she rapped the horse on its nose and rubbed its neck walking the warhorse back to the stables. “Come on Agmar, ya big lump!” She said giving those who obeyed the woman's gentle pull at its straps. For anyone else it might be like moving a wall, she was one who earned this one's loyalty.

“I know..” she tossed an apple that was caught out the air as Persephone put to work to remove the saddle and such with practised ease before she departed the stables with an easy gait and a calm. The act of the standard action was a comforting thing. Looking back she returned and tossed Agmar a second apple and she just smiled, sure she was put by a horse that looked sad at her but Agmar loved apples, even a preserved one.

Across the busy town square Persephone strode and made a bee line for the Inn, its warm fires and hot drink would warm her body, the place would also let her think and write the letters she needed to send, home and official needed to be sent.

Light shone from its smaller windows and the half closed shutters against the harsh weather that had hit the town itself, the sign swung gently in a low wind. That thought aside Persephone just pushed the heavy door open swinging on newly nailed hinges and the sighs of someone marking the door for further works, whatever the serpentine keeper had planned.

As she entered she saw a rather interesting scene, her husband was sitting with a man in purple being told off by a red headed woman by the bar. Pausing she removed her gloves and loosened her furs taking warmth from the fire that was ever burning and took heart from it, the thing was a small one but everyone could least be warm in the eye if nothing else.

“My dear husband, trouble? Or you causing it Tea please, something hot, dark blend if you have one.” Persephone said as she walked up to the bar area, she came up from behind and brushed the darker red hair streaked with grey that had dropped over her eye and turned to see the others resting a hand on her husbands and interlacing their fingers. There was a hint of playfulness and also that they had been together for quite a few years.

“Don t give the Inn keeper ideas, she is quite spirited.” Persephone said with a light remark and stayed nearer the fire warming her body and getting her mind back on track. Her plans for today had been so messed up by the ingrate lord. But she would tell her partner later, she did not need him killing the peacock before she let the Prince have his fun.. or show his true colours as an ass amongst him. A little test of his nature.

“Trouble…you know, its how we met Persephone.” Lord Coswain said as they shared a glance that was more a conversation than a look, no real need for words or actions. “A man after a bounty Cull Farrion, and a proposed contract of service to deliver. And he misread the room.” He chose a much more polite way of saying it, nodding to the barmaid who took the order of tea with a nod barely needing to see their matching signs of the Lord and Ladies house markings.

“Intresting, diffrent approaches cannot hurt, we need every advantage.” Persephone said thoughtfully before turning to the well dressed red headed lady who needed wine. Persephone just nudged her partner and said something with a glance, she did not need to be vocal about it. They could talk later and decide things, difficult things and they had difficult decisions to make. However that was private, that was for them. Publicly she presented as the comfortable lord and lady together. Appearances matter.

“My better half is Persephone Coswain, and im Addonis.” He said more comfortably and the two took things more lightly. They had chosen to be more casual and take this less formally. It was a bar.. Inn… Sya did not exactly have a big thing for enforcing exact social rules and this inn was a place for almost everyone in Dawn Haven from Nobles workers, guards with the whole lack of alternatives. “Sya is an interesting host, but I am afraid to give her ideas.” Adonis could not lie, he had not seen this lady here lately and it never hurt to know more, know more people and get more angles on the challenges.

“What is your trade? Though my partner might have to depart on a duty, I have plenty of time, your not holding me up, i very much would rather not run into a certain Lord, least not before my latter arrives.” Persephone said easily, she could tell body language very well and subtle communication among other things was her speciality. She was in uniform but Persephone could still be disarming and was not a Throne Agent for no reason.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

The Eye

Lord Coswain took a deep drink from his ale, dark Lunarian even if it was a little basic and not exactly the finest of creations. But it was an ale and he could hardly expect the drinks from the Capital and Dunnatal that they had got used to. This was the frontier and the frontier had rather more different rules.

The sell sword was pretty decent for a sell sword, he had dealt with far worse and also worked with those who were a mix from barely above criminals, elite warrior clans organised like military brigades, barely equipped desperate peasants and more besides. Some had been former soldiers of the Royal armies and forces, others had come into that life for other reasons. So many variations, so many differences.

“Man of the sword, that's a polite way for people to think of a Royal Guard. My wife has a excellent collection she hered." He joined the laughter and the sellsword. He might as well get the measure of the man and it was not all that bad really! He could have been far worse, far far worse.

“To not making the last mistake then.” He raised his ale and placed the letter safely into his leather pouch to deliver later, rolling it up tightly once the ink was fully dry. Everything was normal as Dawnhaven allowed and you just had to roll with the crazy.

Oh and the sell swords huge mistake, he could walk onto this one and just take the hit. He had been here for over a week and knew Sya had no Tavern wrenches and such at this place. Sya was a huge flirt though she was not that kind of Inn Keeper, he never had seen her up to that kind of thing and whatever she did in private was her own business. He really did have more problems than what the strange serpentine inn keeper was up to.

“Cannot wait for some entertainment…” He said to himself into the ale, after this he would have to drop the document off and they could decide to run this off to the Prince if they chose to forward the contract to employ a mercenary to give them a difference in thinking and tactics? Perhaps they had failed because they used one method, it did not mean they could not approach the challenge with different strategies.

“Try that with Sya, that would be funny… for us.” He said with a grin and looked about not seeing the Lamia slithering about though the lime green eyed blight born he had come to know as the second was about, he had to get used to them being about, Dawn Haven was an alien world.

He was close to finishing his ale, he would have to head out and leave this poor soul to his fate. Alas you could not save some people.

"Try to leave some of him miss." Lord Coswain said as he checked his pockets and also made sure he had signed the tab to add the ale to the list, they had a bill and well... ? Umm did debts matter when the world might end?

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