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Races of Eberron


From the bustling cities to hidden jungles, each race offers unique abilities and rich histories.

In Eberron, the world is filled with a diverse array of races, many of which are unique or have different cultural roles compared to traditional Dungeons & Dragons settings. Below is a list of the primary races found in Eberron:




Common Races


These races are widespread and found in major cities, nations, and across the continent of Khorvaire.

Humans – Versatile
The dominant race of Khorvaire, founders of the Five Nations and major civilizations.
Ability: Pick one extra Boon of your choice.

Gnomes (Zilargo) – Subtle Magic
A gnome can produce small, subtle magical effects, such as making their voice seem to come from another place, causing an object to move slightly, or altering their appearance just enough to avoid recognition.
Ability: A gnome can produce small, subtle magical effects, such as making their voice seem to come from another place, causing an object to move slightly, or altering their appearance just enough to avoid recognition.

Half-Elves (Khoravar) – Social Chameleons
Descendants of humans and elves, many half-elves control House Lyrandar (airships) or House Medani (spies/detectives).
Ability: Half-elves thrive in diverse societies and easily blend into any social group. Once per day, they can convince others they belong somewhere they technically shouldn’t or gain trust faster than expected.

Half-Orcs – Relentless Fury
Often found among orc clans, some are part of House Tharashk, specializing in tracking and dragonshard mining.
Ability: Once a day, when they are cornered, wounded, or at their last breath, a half-orc can summon a final surge of strength, pushing past their limits for one last, decisive action. They also have Darkvision.

Dwarves (Mror Clanholds) – Stonebound Resilience
Wealthy, industrious mountain folk, renowned for banking empire (House Kundarak).
Ability: Used to harsh mountain life and financial dealings, dwarves have an unshakable resolve. Once per day, they can shrug off pain, fatigue, or intimidation, making them difficult to coerce or defeat mentally. They also have Darkvision.

Elves


Aereni Elves – Undying Wisdom
Ancient, long-lived elves from Aerenal, ruled by the Undying Court (powerful elven undead).
Ability: Having lived among the undead sages of Aerenal, Aereni elves can call upon their deep ancestral knowledge. Once per scene, they can recall obscure historical or arcane information, even from long-lost civilizations..

Valenar Elves – Battle Trance
Nomadic warrior elves who revere ancestors through battle.
Ability: Once per day when engaged in battle, a Valenar elf can enter a heightened state of focus, allowing them to anticipate enemy movements, react with lightning speed, or execute a perfect counterattack.

Dark Elves – Umbral Step
A secretive and enigmatic offshoot of elvenkind, Dark Elves are often found in the depths of Khyber or hidden enclaves, mastering dark magics and ruthless survival. Shrouded in mystery, their culture values cunning, adaptability, and the power of secrecy.
Ability: Once per day, a Dark Elf can step between shadows, instantly teleporting a short distance (up to 30 ft) as long as both the starting and ending points are in dim light or darkness. Additionally they have Darkvision.

Halflings


Talenta Halflings – Beast Whisperers
Dinosaur-riding nomads from Talenta Plains.
Ability: Talenta halflings have a deep connection with dinosaurs and other beasts. Once per day they can calm, command, or befriend an animal in a tense situation.

Urban Halflings – Lucky Opportunists
City dwellers, often merchants, rogues, politicians.
Ability: City halflings have a knack for being in the right place at the right time. Once per scene, they can conveniently overhear useful information, stumble upon an opportunity, or escape unnoticed.



Uncommon & Unique Races


Changelings – Many Faces, One Soul
Changelings – Shapechangers who live among other races, often spies, thieves, or diplomats.
Ability: Changelings can subtly shift their features, but beyond mere disguise, they can impersonate a specific person’s voice, mannerisms, or presence so convincingly that even acquaintances may be fooled.

Kalashtar – Whispers of the Dream
A race of psionic dreamers, spiritually linked to quori from the Plane of Dreams (Dal Quor).
Ability: Kalashtar have an innate connection to dreams and emotions. Once a day, they can sense strong emotions or glimpses of prophetic dreams about people, places, or situations.

Shifters – Unleashed Instincts
Descendants of lycanthropes with beast-like traits.
Ability: Shifters can briefly tap into their bestial heritage, enhancing their senses, reflexes, or physical power. They also have Darkvision

Warforged – Living Construct
Sentient constructs built for war, now seeking purpose in the world.
Ability: Warforged do not need food, sleep, or air, and their bodies are naturally armored. They can also perform inhuman feats of endurance, such as traveling long distances without rest or resisting extreme conditions.

Goblinoids (Dhakaan Empire)
The Dar, native to the fallen goblin empire of Dhakaan.

Goblins:
Ability: Goblins are quick and small, allowing them to hide, or squeeze into tight spaces others can’t. They also have Darkvision

Hobgoblins:
Ability: Hobgoblins are disciplined warriors. Once per day, they can recognize flaws in enemy formations or tactics, gaining an edge in combat or strategy. They also have Darkvision

Bugbears:
Ability: Bugbears have monstrous grip strength, allowing them to hold onto enemies, weapons, or ledges with incredible force. They can keep hold of something even under extreme pressure. They also have Darkvision

Orcs – Gatekeeper’s Fury
Primarily found in the Shadow Marches, many orcs are druidic warriors tied to the Gatekeepers.
Ability: Orcs can sense unnatural forces, like aberrations, undead, or extraplanar beings, and are resistant to their corruption. They also have Darkvision.

Lizardfolk – Cold-Blooded Pragmatism
Found in Q’barra’s jungles and the ruins of Xen’drik, some are allies, others hostile.
Ability: Lizardfolk think in pure logic and survival, making them immune to emotional manipulation. They can also hold their breath for extreme durations.



Rare & Exotic Races


Dragonborn – Ancestral Breath
Rare in Khorvaire but found in Q’barra and the dragon-ruled lands of Argonnessen.
Ability: A Dragonborn can unleash a breath attack once per scene, drawing upon their draconic lineage. The element and form of their breath depend on their ancestry:
  • Fire (Red, Brass, Gold) – A cone of searing flames that ignites flammable objects.
  • Cold (White, Silver) – A blast of freezing wind that coats surfaces in frost.
  • Lightning (Blue, Bronze) – A crackling bolt of electricity that surges in a line.
  • Acid (Black, Green) – A spray of caustic acid that eats through armor and obstacles.
  • Poison(Green) – A cloud of toxic gas that lingers in the air.


Tieflings – Infernal Tenacity
Often from Demon Wastes, Droaam, or Sarlona, with different origins than usual.
Ability: Tieflings resist fire, fear, and manipulation, and once per day they can draw upon their heritage to produce eerie, supernatural effects, such as shadowy whispers or flickering flames.

Aasimar – Celestial Blessing
Uncommon, often linked to angels, Silver Flame, or celestial patrons.
Ability: Once per day, Aasimar can emit a brief, divine glow that comforts allies, repels darkness, or unsettles evil creatures..

Goliaths – Mountain’s Might
Isolated mountain dwellers found in Xen’drik.
Ability: Goliaths are unmatched in strength and endurance, capable of feats of physical prowess, such as lifting massive objects or enduring extreme hardship.

Yuan-Ti – Serpentine Mind
Found in Xen’drik, some serve forgotten gods or daelkyr.
Ability: Yuan-Ti are immune to poison and mental domination, and once per day they can hypnotize or subtly manipulate others with their words. They also have Darkvision

Genasi (Elemental-Touched Wanderers)
Rare individuals born with a connection to the Elemental Planes, often found in Zilargo (Air Genasi), the Mournland (Earth Genasi), Sarlona (Fire Genasi), and the Thunder Sea (Water Genasi). Many are descendants of elemental-bound beings or experiments from House Cannith’s elemental research.
Abilities:
  • Air: Air Genasi move effortlessly, able to leap great distances, balance on unstable surfaces, or momentarily glide.
  • Earth: Earth Genasi have unnatural durability, able to withstand falls, impacts, or environmental dangers that would harm others.
  • Fire: Fire Genasi absorb heat and energy, making them immune to extreme temperatures and able to manipulate small flames.
  • Water: Water Genasi can breathe underwater, move effortlessly through currents, and sense changes in the tides, making them natural navigators and survivors at sea.





Time: 6pm
Location: The Castle Dining Hall
Interaction: @Helo Callum @Silverpaw Wulfric



King Edin Danrose sat comfortably upon his ornate throne-like chair at the heart of the grand banquet hall, his royal robes pooling around him in dramatic fashion. He reclined, one leg casually crossed over the other, a smug, self-satisfied smirk plastered across his face.

In stark contrast to the dignified composure expected of royalty, his plate was piled high—comically overflowing with succulent slices of roasted turkey, buttery mashed potatoes, braised short ribs drowning in rich red wine sauce, and several precariously stacked biscuits that wobbled dangerously with every movement. With gusto, he stabbed enthusiastically at a generous portion of duck à l’orange, barely pausing to chew before reaching for another mouthful, clearly delighting in the indulgence of his feast. With each passing guest who caught his eye, he gave a casual, almost teasing wave of his fork, bits of food occasionally dropping onto his robe unnoticed. He glanced briefly at the empty seats nearby, reserved for his offspring. He expected them to arrive any moment. In the meantime, he seemed determined to set a new personal record for consumption, completely indifferent to the bemused glances and quiet giggles. After all, he was the king—who could possibly object?

Beside him, Queen Alibeth sat with impeccable poise, her expression calm but increasingly exasperated, subtle sighs escaping her as she eyed Edin's enthusiastic gorging with thinly veiled irritation. Her eyes flicked toward her husband occasionally, her brows twitching with restrained disapproval. However, she seemed to be taking more time to glance about the room as the guests arrived, her gaze lingering on certain individuals every so often,

The herald announced suddenly in a resonant voice, "Presenting Duke Laurent Petit and Duchess Antoinette Petit of Montauppe, accompanied by their esteemed family!"

Duke Laurent strode in, looking somewhat aloof, nodding politely yet distractedly to those he passed. His wife, Antoinette, wore a warm, radiant smile, her brown hair cascading elegantly as she waved cheerfully at acquaintances, her gentle demeanor immediately softening Laurent's stern appearance. Behind them, their two eldest sons Adrien and Alain followed.

Edin surprisingly turned his attention from his food, then grumbled to himself, "There's the wrinkly old hag."






Welcome, esteemed guests, to an evening where history will be made beneath the glow of chandeliers and among the company of nobility.
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Welcome to the Grand Banquet.

Upon arrival, you step into a banquet hall that leaves you momentarily breathless. The grandeur of the room unfolds before you—a magnificent sight that seems lifted from a dream. Towering ceilings arch gracefully overhead, adorned with intricate gold-leaf moldings that catch the shimmering glow of massive crystal chandeliers. The hall stretches onward, grand and vast, as if designed to remind all who enter of their humble place beneath the divine rule of the Danroses.

Long, polished tables run the length of the room, laden with a feast that seems to stretch into eternity. Succulent roasts, vibrant fruits, glistening pastries, and delicacies from all corners of Eromora create a tapestry of color and aroma that dazzles the senses. The fragrance of roast meats, spiced delicacies, and sweet desserts fills the air, mingling deliciously with the scent of polished wood and candle wax.

Plush velvet chairs, dressed in royal crimson, stand ready for guests, each one seemingly awaiting a noble presence. Towering windows framed by lavish crimson curtains reveal glimpses of twilight outside.

At the room's far end sits the throne reserved for King Edin himself, his family flanking him on each side, positioned deliberately to oversee every guest, a clear symbol of his dominance and the grandeur of his reign. As you step forward, servants bow respectfully, ushering you deeper into the heart of Caesonian splendor.





The Grand Banquet is a jewel in the crown of Caesonia's illustrious Courting Season. Under the shimmering chandeliers and amid opulent splendor, noble guests gather not only to celebrate potential alliances of heart and power but to witness the might and majesty of King Edin Danrose himself. Yet beneath the glittering facade of celebration and romance simmers tension: His Majesty has declared this evening a mandatory gathering for all Varian nobles, intent on unraveling the truth behind the recent violent disturbance during Lord Roman Ravenwood's ceremony in the woods. With Lord Ravenwood's trial looming prominently on the royal calendar, King Edin's displeasure is clear—he views the actions of his Varian guests as an insult, a betrayal of his generous hospitality. Tonight, amidst luxury and splendor, whispered conversations and political intrigues will flow freely, but beneath the glamour lies a king’s simmering fury over the affront to his sovereignty and kindness. Meanwhile, Queen Alibeth also simmers with anger, however, her focus lies on the rise of magic in the kingdom. She has begun the process of hiring various witch hunters, and invited some to sit on the event at hand, including renowned witch hunters Torvi and Kilian Hale.

Lesser nobles flit between tables away from the nobility tables. With so many bodies moving through the grand hall, it's a little easier than normal for uninvited guests to slip in unnoticed, especially with the ability to bring a plus one. While the nobility enjoys their lavish feast under the watchful eye of the king, the outskirts of the banquet teem with unfamiliar faces—some mere opportunists seeking a free meal.





🦚 The Grand Banquet Menu 🦚


🥂 Hors d’Oeuvres Table 🥂

A tantalizing selection of refined delicacies to awaken the palate found at a table in the right corner.

Stuffed Mushrooms – Filled with herbed breadcrumbs, garlic, and Parmesan.
Foie Gras Terrine – A luxurious spread of rich duck liver pâté, served with toasted brioche.
Tournedos Rossini – Tender filet mignon with seared foie gras, truffle sauce, and buttered toast.
Duck à l’Orange Tartlets – Mini pastry shells filled with duck confit and a sweet orange glaze.
Wild Mushroom Vol-au-Vents – Flaky pastry puffs filled with creamy wild mushrooms.
Pâté en Croûte – Delicate pastry-encased pâté with brandied pork and veal filling.
Cheese & Charcuterie Selection – A grand spread of aged cheeses, smoked meats, nuts, and honeyed figs.

🥩 Main Courses & Exquisite Meats 🥩

The heart of the feast—succulent, indulgent, and fit for royalty. These dishes are found spread out over the tables.

🍖 Braised Short Ribs with Red Wine Sauce – Slow-cooked, meltingly tender beef ribs.
🍖 Roast Lamb Crown – A stunning rack of lamb roasted with rosemary, thyme, and garlic.
🍖 Beef Wellington – Perfectly seared filet mignon wrapped in flaky puff pastry.
🍖 Pheasant with Wild Mushroom Sauce – Roasted game bird with a rich wild mushroom reduction.
🍖 Whole Roasted Succulent Pig – Glazed and slowly cooked to perfection, carved at the table.
🍖 Duck à l’Orange – Crispy-skinned roasted duck with a caramelized orange sauce.
🍖 Honey-Glazed Ham – A beautiful spiral-cut ham with cloves and a sticky honey glaze.
🍖 Venison Medallions in Port Sauce – Lean, tender venison served with a rich port wine reduction.

🍽️ Exquisite Side Dishes 🍽️

No banquet is complete without a wealth of flavors to accompany the feast. These dishes are found spread out over the tables.

🥔 Mashed Potatoes with Butter & Cream – Velvety smooth with just the right amount of lumps.
🥦 Buttery Green Beans Almondine – Crisp green beans with slivered almonds and browned butter.
🥕 Roasted Seasonal Vegetables – Caramelized to perfection with a medley of flavors.
🌽 Corn on the Cob with Herb Butter – Golden ears of corn slathered with rich garlic herb butter.
🧀 Baked Mac and Cheese with Buttered Breadcrumbs – A creamy, indulgent dish with a golden crust.
🍞 Yorkshire Pudding – Fluffy, golden puffs served alongside the meats.

🍰 The Dessert Table 🍰


A lavish selection of decadent sweets awaits at the left corner, where an entire table is dedicated to indulgence.

🍫 Dark Chocolate Ganache Cake – Rich, moist layers of chocolate sponge with silky ganache.
🍰 Vanilla Bean Crème Brûlée – Caramelized sugar shell over a smooth vanilla custard.
🥧 Grand Blackberry & Raspberry Tart – Buttery crust with a glossy berry glaze.
🍮 Sticky Toffee Pudding – Warm sponge cake soaked in a dark toffee sauce.
🥐 Flaky Almond Croissants – Buttery, golden croissants filled with sweet almond paste.
🍎 Spiced Apple Cobbler with Fresh Cream – Sweet, cinnamon-kissed apples with a golden crumble topping.
🍋 Lemon Drizzle Cake – Moist and citrusy with a delicate sugared glaze.
🍓 Strawberries & Clotted Cream – Fresh, ripe berries paired with thick, indulgent cream.
🥂 Assorted Petit Fours & Truffles – A collection of delicate French pastries and handmade chocolates.







Good evening! It's now 6pm on Sola 28th, and you should all be arriving at the banquet!

Regarding any unfinished business for day time, please be clear that you are writing in for that time, and/or mark it as a flashback.







Roman, Charlotte. Violet, and Alexander


Time: Noon
Location: The Lounge at the Art Gallery




Charlotte’s heart gave a small, unexpected flutter of relief at the sight of Roman and Violet approaching. However, that relief was tangled with fresh worry. The memory of Alexander’s words still echoed in her mind.

“Assistant”

Nonetheless, she straightened her posture and offered a warm, sincere smile that softened her features. “Lord Roman, Lady Violet… It’s so lovely to see you both.” She greeted, “I hope the morning has been kind to you so far?”

Roman’s attention was elsewhere, he hadn't noticed he was paying far too much attention to Mina and the interactions she was having with those men. He was aware of why she had her fainting spells, from the few things she had told him but he couldn't quite discern what her trigger might be. He was so engrossed with his thoughts he almost didn't notice him and Violet approaching the pair.

Scarlett's eyes moved to look square at Alexander in his as they narrowed into him for a moment. as Roman had approached her side she hooked her arm around his, resting her hand on his forearm. “So kind. Thank you for asking. I hope we aren't intruding on something here.” she responded with a half smile, her attention turning to Charlotte, the tone in her voice and change in her gaze piercing her.

Violet's attention then shifted to Roman as she noticed him looking over his shoulder. Following his gaze for a moment, she spotted Mina, still in the distance with two other men. Noting Roman’s curiosity her hands fell from his arm clasping her hands together in front of her.

Charlotte shook her head and parted her lips to reply, but Alexander was faster.

“Intruding?” Alexander smiled happily while slightly shaking his head. His eyes locked onto Violet's. “Of course not, Lady Damien. I was actually just mentioning your new employment to Lady Vikena as you and your…” Alexander leaned slightly to get a better look at Roman. “...companion entered the lounge.” Alexander held a puzzled look on his face as if he was trying to discern who the man was but, oh, he knew.

“Yes, I am very excited about my new position as Mr. Deacon’s assistant.” She smiled.

“You must be, Roman Ravenwood. Alexander Deacon. A pleasure.” Alexander finally said after some feigned pondering.

“Lord Ravenwood was gracious enough to be my escort to the event.” Violet added.

Charlotte's voice had caught Roman’s notice first and as his eyes landed on the pair he had to quickly catch himself from glaring at the man before him. A clenched jaw quickly changed to a pleasant smile as he regarded the man. Alexander Deacon, he would have to be careful with this one, charming and charismatic on the surface but still a threat. “A pleasure to meet you as well Alexander.” his gaze glanced at Charlotte wondering how she found herself in his company, “it's good to see you as well Lady Charlotte.”

Charlotte’s smile faltered, her fingers fidgeting at her waist. Violet's tone had stung in a way she hadn’t expected, leaving her feeling more anxious, if such a thing were possible.

“Perhaps we should sit?” she offered gently, glancing between them with a flicker of hopeful warmth. “I can beckon a staff member if either of you would like something to eat or perhaps a drink.” She did unfortunately ramble her words a bit, revealing the intensity of her nerves. Her gaze drifted toward the bar just over her shoulder. “Or-Or I suppose I could go over myself as well. It’s no trouble.”

“Absolutely not, Charlotte.” Alexander leaned toward her with a furrowed brow. “If anyone needs to remain seated and relax, it's you. Allow me to go in your stead. I owe you your choice of drink, anyhow.” He winked while Violet gave an eyeroll with a drawn-out sigh.

“I wasn’t aware you were her keeper.” Her scarlett eyes landed on Alexander. “If Charlotte wishes to stand or fetch a drink for herself she has the ability to do so without your approval.” Her words spit towards him like venom, causing him to turn from Charlotte and look at her with contempt. Her eyes then glanced over to Charlotte “And very kind of you to offer, I think a strong drink is on order.” She gave her a reassuring smile before turning her attention back to Alexander. The already existing tension had suddenly thickened twofold.

He understood the disdain and tension Violet was throwing at the man before him and where it was coming from. The thought of cutting the man down did cross his mind but he had to wait and play the fool. That time would come, for now he would keep his inner demon restrained, “A refreshment sounds wonderful, yet there are still plenty more of these marvelous works of art I have yet to see.” He said not addressing anyone in particular. “Would the two of you like to walk and talk with us?”

Charlotte’s gaze flickered between Violet and Alexander, uncertainty flashing in her eyes. “Oh, I appreciate the offer, truly, but… I’m not feeling particularly thirsty at the moment.” She softened her words with a polite smile before turning her attention to Roman, her hands gently clasping together tightly. “That sounds lovely.”

“I can agree with at least two of you, it seems.” Alexander made the backhanded comment with a neat smile as he stood up from the sofa. He casually brushed off his clothes despite not having a crumb or hair on them. “And perhaps it's unwise for me to indulge in any more wine for the moment for the sake of ensuring everyone behaves and remains safe while we peruse the gallery.” Alexander looked amongst them as if what he said was a normal string of words.

A wait staff member after making a few rounds found themselves approaching the small party with a tray of drinks. A few crystal glasses adorned the silver tray with various types of drinks ranging from whiskey to wine. “Anyone care for a refreshment?” the gentlemen asked.

Scarlett's eyes narrowed on Alexander with his backhanded remark holding his attention for a moment before she addressed the wait staff whose timing couldn’t be better. With a smile she greeted him, extending her hand to grab a glass of wine. “I have no plans on behaving.” she said with a grin, stepping away from the man as she sipped her wine, her deep eyes looking over the rim of her glass. Offering the party a smile as her fingers tapped the glass “Would anyone else like one?” she gestured to the tray.

Roman had returned Charlotte's response with a smile and a nod before turning his attention toward Violet, “I wouldn't mind a glass.” shifting his gaze with a smile so that only she could see the slight inflection of his eye like a subtle wink. He knew her reasons for being brash with the other man but this wasn't the place for it. Too many witnesses and he needed as much information as he could get. Being civil was what he wanted but it was becoming increasingly obvious that Violet was up to something.

Taking the offered beverage, his attention on her didn't last long before it shifted again back to Alexander, “So Mr. Deacon, how are you fairing with your new position?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, you've heard?” His face was marked with disbelief in word traveling so quickly. “Being a royal advisor has been quite the interesting venture so far but…” Alexander lazily presented his pointed hand to signal the group leaving the lounge area. “... I believe we should partake in the venture before us. We can walk and talk Mr. Ravenwood,” Alexander replied smugly before offering his arm to Charlotte for her to take. He glanced at Violet, unable to simply keep her in his peripherals.

Charlotte’s gaze flickered to his arm before drifting upward, as if the chandelier above had suddenly caught her interest. Her fingers brushed delicately against her throat as she slowed her steps. There was a slight smirk on Alexander's face. He wondered where the woman from before had gone. Where was the heroin from the novels? “Oh… I just remembered—I have an engagement I must attend to.” A soft breath followed as if she regretted the oversight. “Forgive me, but I must take my leave.” Alexander lowered his arm and gave Charlotte a single nod, accepting her request.

Violet reached out gently touching Charlottes shoulder giving her a reassuring squeeze along with a smile “Non-sense” she hooked her arm around charlotte’s while holding her wine glass in the other.“You must stay, atleast for a little while.” Scarlett eyes glanced to Alexander. Lord Ravenwood is great company, you two men enjoy your conversation. I’m going to steal Charlotte for a few moments and have some girl talk. Hope you understand.” Catching the purposeful drop of title that Alexander left out, Violet looked up to Roman offering him a warm knowing smile before gently leading Charlotte in front of the pair only out of earshot.

Her eyes looked at Charlotte noticing she was uncomfortable, hearing her heart nearly racing out of her chest. “You can take a breath Lottie,” Violet called her for the first time since they were children. Smiling softly she leaned in, “Any paintings catch your eye?” She asked, trying to give her a chance to regain herself.

Roman sipped his glass watching the two ladies wandered off for a moment, the wine was quite good and complemented the exquisite art gallery rather well. Glancing to Alexander he felt that all too familiar pull in his chest, something at the back of his mind urging him to fight, hurt, kill. An urge he subdued without showing it on his face, or so he hoped.

“There are few who haven't heard. You have almost over shadowed myself in the rumors and whispers that travel through the streets of this city,” he began to slowly walk toward some of the other exhibits. Keeping his posture and tone comfortable and relaxed, “Some rumors of charming your way into the position, others some kind of bribery, I find it all very humorous.”

“Charm and bribery?” Alexander let out a rich laughter. “These rumors make me seem like quite the powerful man. I’d be careful, Roman.” His tone was playful but the way he looked at Roman had not matched. A challenging gaze that would have intimidated those bearing weaker constitutions. “Also, I’m surprised my rumors are outdoing yours, Roman.” He shrugged while looking away, pretending he had spotted something eye-catching.

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“Violet,” Charlotte’s voice trembled slightly, her fingertips shaky as she took hold of Violet’s sleeve instinctually. Violet's eyes softened dropping to look at her hand clutching onto her sleeve. Her breathing was uneven, and she swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “Could we...could we speak privately later? ... I would like to perhaps catch up with you."

Taking a breath Violet nodded softly as she placed a hand over her friend's “That was why I pulled you over here actually, I’ve been meaning to speak with you as well. Not here, of course but…”

Her eyes glanced over at Alexander and Roman for a moment before returning to Charlotte. Her voice dropped to a whisper as her fingers moved under Charlotte's chin, lifting her head gently so she would look her in the eye. “Lottie.” her voice said in a hushed tone “You are in a den full of wolves. Don't let them believe you are a sheep. Take a breath and relax, you’re safe with me.” Her hand moved back to comfort her offering her a warm smile.
“How about tea served in my bedroom, like we used to do? This time with actual tea and not just water.” She let out a soft chuckle attempting to calm her.

Charlotte’s eyes softened at Violet’s gentle reassurance. She took a deep, slow breath, visibly calmed. Her lips curled into a small but sincere smile at Violet’s nostalgic suggestion.

“Tea in your room sounds perfect… just like old times.” Her voice remained quiet. “ I have much I’d like to share with you.”

“Excuse me,” Alexander spoke loud enough to get everyone's attention. “I’m afraid I've lost track of time,” he lied. “I have some business to attend to and it simply cannot wait.” Yet this was the truth. “Violet. Roman. It was a pleasant surprise seeing you two… And Charlotte. I very much enjoyed our time together. We'll have to do it again and… remember your promise. Keep it close to heart.” He gave her a nod with a pleasant smile.

FLASHBACK


Lottie & Cas

Part 12



Time: Sola 26th

Location: Rosegate


Getting a carriage wasn’t difficult—coin and reputation made things move quickly in Rosegate—but maneuvering her onto the train proved trickier. He had to rouse her just enough to get her to shuffle forward, murmuring something incoherent as he guided her into a seat by the window. She stirred when he draped his coat over her, instinctively curling into the warmth, but never fully woke.

Cassius exhaled, sinking into the seat beside her. The train jolted forward, the city slowly rolling away behind them, and for the first time since leaving the club, the tension in his chest loosened—just a little.

Then his gaze flicked to her lips.

He hadn’t meant to think about it. Not right now. But it was impossible to ignore with her curled up next to him, her head tilted slightly toward him in sleep. That kiss had been…something else…and it had damn near pulled him under.

Cassius ran a hand through his hair, huffing out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle.

You’re in deep, you idiot. Maybe too deep.

The train rattled onward as he contemplated, the dim lantern light casting shifting shadows across her face. He watched her for a moment longer—just long enough to memorize the way she looked like this. Then, finally, he let his head rest against the seat and he relaxed. Calm, but vigilant throughout the journey.




The shrill whistle of the train cut through the morning haze, dragging Cassius back to reality from the depths of his pondering.

Sorian stretched before them, alive but rather quiet at this late hour. Cassius blinked, rubbing a hand over his face before glancing beside him. Charlotte stirred at the sound of the brakes, her brows furrowing as she blinked blearily into consciousness.

He smirked as he saw her stir.

“Rise and shine, Princess. We made it.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips as her lashes fluttered open. The world around her felt heavy, blurred at the edges, like she was waking from a dream she couldn’t quite remember. Her head lolled slightly, her fingers instinctively curling into the fabric draped over her—Cassius’ coat.

Her brows furrowed as she blinked up at him, her expression drowsy and confused. Hadn’t they just been dancing? Her lips parted, her voice barely above a murmur.

“Mmm... I fell asleep?”

She shifted, attempting to sit up, but the movement made her sway, and, she instinctively grabbed at Cassius' sleeve for balance. The train’s lantern light cast a warm glow over her sleepy expression, her usually sharp gaze clouded with lingering drowsiness.

Charlotte blinked at him again, searching his face as if piecing things together. Her fingers, still loosely gripped his sleeve as her lips curved into the dazed yet sweet smile. Then, she got to her feet, staggering a step away from her seat. “Mmm… I’m fine…” she mumbled before he could protest, though her body told another story. She swayed again, letting out a tiny, frustrated huff as she slumped back into a seat. “Just… Just give me a moment.”

Determined now, she scrunched her nose and tried again, this time managing to stand, and grabbed his coat that was still draped around her shoulders. She clutched it tighter like it might keep her upright and looked over her shoulder at him. With all the bravery of someone far too drunk to be making grand declarations, Charlotte straightened her posture and raised her chin with newfound resolve. “Onward!” she proclaimed as if they were about to embark on a grand adventure instead of just stepping off a train.

Cassius came up behind her and guided Charlotte toward the train doors with a firm yet gentle hand at her waist. She leaned into him more than she probably realized. The station was quieter than usual, but not empty. Sorian was never truly asleep; its heartbeat pulsed on, even in the dead of night. A few carriages lingered outside, their drivers waiting patiently for the late-night travelers who trickled off the train.

He led her through the thinning crowd toward the carriages stationed near the cobbled street. The clop of hooves and the creak of wooden wheels echoed softly through the night air. One driver noticed them approaching and tipped his hat politely as he offered them a ride.

Cassius slid in beside her, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft click. The carriage jolted forward, wheels rattling against the cobbled road as they rolled through the quiet streets of Sorian.

Charlotte’s head dipped, resting lightly against his shoulder as the city lights outside blurred into an assortment of colors through the window. Her hand found his again, fingers curling around his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The city passed in blurred strokes of lantern light and shadow, but Cassius paid little attention to the world beyond the window. His focus remained on the woman beside him—the weight of her head resting against his shoulder, the way her fingers curled around his. It was a simple thing, almost absentminded on her part, but for some godsdamned reason, it struck him deep.

Charlotte Vikena.

If someone had told him a month ago that he’d be here—escorting a noblewoman home after an actual date, carrying her out of a den of snakes—he would’ve laughed in their face. Yet here he was, his arm tucked against his side so she could hold onto it without interruption, his body careful not to jostle her too much as the carriage rocked along the uneven road.

The night had not fully gone as planned. In most ways it was even more perfect than he would have dared to imagine. In other ways, perhaps he was too reckless.

Cassius leaned his head back against the cushioned seat. He’d wanted to give her a good time, to see her laugh, to watch her come alive in the way she did when she wasn’t guarding herself so fiercely. And, for a moment, he had. That kiss—it had been impulsive for sure, but also... something else entirely. Something that made his blood run hotter just thinking about it.

But the Crimson Veil had proven to be more than just a dance club. Something was off about that place, about Luca D’Arcy and the way he’d looked at Charlotte. Cassius had walked through countless dangerous halls before, felt the weight of unspoken threats pressing in from all sides. Tonight had been no different.

And yet, it completely was.

Because this time, he wasn’t just looking out for himself.

He wasn’t a stranger to protecting others, but there was a difference between watching a comrade’s back and this. This quiet, unspoken need to make sure she was safe, to see her through the night and ensure that no harm ever came close to touching her.

It wasn’t just obligation. It wasn’t just some passing attraction, either.

He sighed, shifting slightly, feeling the warmth of her seep through his coat where it still draped around her shoulders. He wasn’t fool enough to pretend he had everything figured out. But one thing was certain—Charlotte Vikena was trouble. Not the kind he was used to, not the kind that came with a blade in the dark or a contract with blood on its edges.

No, she was the kind of trouble that made him want to stay.

The kind that made him think of things he had no business thinking about. She was in his fucking veins.

The carriage gave a slight lurch as it slowed, and Cassius lifted his head, casting a glance outside. The Vikena estate loomed ahead, its grand structure bathed in the cool glow of the moonlight. The driver guided the horses toward the entrance, the rhythmic clatter of hooves gradually softening until the carriage rolled to a full stop.

Cassius drew in a breath, steadying himself. Then, with one last glance at Charlotte—peaceful, tucked against his side as if she belonged there—he slowly disentangled himself.

He stepped out first, the night air crisp against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth inside the carriage. Turning back, he extended a hand toward her, his voice low, steady.

“Come on, Princess. You’re home.”

Charlotte clumsily made her way out of the carriage, taking his hand with a breathless giggle, her fingers fumbling as she tried—and failed—to steady herself on the side of the carriage. As she stepped out, her eyes set on the estate before her.

The brick manor stood tall and proud as it always did; the winding path leading up to the grand entrance lined with neat hedges. The gentle trickle of the fountain in the garden broke the quiet as Charlotte stepped forward. She paused for a moment, her eyes taking in the familiar, comforting sight of home. Turning on her heel, she glanced back at Cassius. Her lips curled into a sweet, almost bashful smile. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her voice light and airy as she teased, “Well, Sir Vael… I must admit, you do have quite the talent for delivering a lady home safe and sound.” Her gaze lingered on him just a second longer than necessary.

Charlotte folded her arms behind her back, her gaze dropping briefly as a soft, sheepish smile tugged at her lips. “I suppose I didn’t quite realize I was such a lightweight,” she admitted.

Her eyes lifted to meet his again, warm and sincere. “… My mother used to permit me one drink a gathering,” she added with a soft laugh, her tone carrying a trace of wistfulness.

“Nonetheless—thank you, truly. For everything tonight.”

The words slipped out with genuine affection, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a breath. “You took care of me, and… I won’t forget that.”

Then, with a girlish giggle, she leaned in just a touch closer, her voice softening as she confessed, “And I think that may have been the most fun I’ve had in, well, years.”

Cassius smirked at her teasing, but the warmth in Charlotte’s eyes, the way she lingered just a second too long—that was what caught him. Held him.

Her laughter was soft, a little breathy, and the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the subtle, bashful shift of her weight—it was a dangerous kind of sweet. The kind that made his pulse tick just a little harder in his throat. The kind that made him think of a different kind of warmth, one that had nothing to do with the whiskey he’d downed earlier in the night.

“…I think that may have been the most fun I’ve had in, well, years.”

That did something to him.

It was such a modest thing, really—just words, softly spoken. But it cracked something open in him, something he wasn’t sure he had the strength to shut again.

He should let her go. Should let her walk up those steps, through those doors, back into her world—away from him. Because despite whatever wild turn the gods had taken in their whims, Charlotte Vikena wasn’t meant for men like Cassius Vael.

But… fuck, she was standing so close. Close enough that the scent of lavender and wine curled around him, close enough that he could see the way the moonlight caught in the depths of her blue eyes.

And those eyes? They were looking at him like she wanted this too.

Cassius stepped in, slow, deliberate. He didn’t move recklessly this time—no, this time, he wanted her to feel it coming. Wanted her to know what he was about to do and to choose whether she let it happen.

His fingers caught the edge of her sleeve, barely grazing the soft fabric, as he dipped his head toward her ear, voice low, rough around the edges.

"Your eyes are saying that I don’t have to ask."

He let the words settle, let the weight of them fill the space between them. He could feel the heat of her, could almost hear the little hitch in her breath as she stared up at him in surprise.

Then he paused, his mouth a heartbeat away from hers, not quite touching, but close enough that the anticipation was its own kind of torment. He wasn’t a patient man, never had been, but for this? For her? He could wait one more heartbeat.

"But if I’m wrong…" He exhaled softly, his lips barely brushing hers, teasing, promising. "All you have to do is tell me to stop."

He gave her the chance.

But the moment she didn’t take it, the moment she stayed exactly where she was, that was all the invitation he needed.

Cassius closed the space between them, claiming her lips with a kiss that started slow—reverent, savoring, almost tender. He meant for it to stay that way, meant to kiss her softly, properly, like a man with any sense of restraint would.

A small, breathless noise escaped her, the sound almost innocent yet carrying something deeper. Her hands rose to clutch at his collar gathering the fabric like she was afraid he might vanish if she let go and the gentle press of her body into his was tentative at first, but then she leaned in like she was letting herself forget every reason why she shouldn’t.

As she melted into him, a low sound rumbled in his throat, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck, drawing her deeper into him. The kiss shifted—more urgent now, more consuming. He let himself taste her, let himself lose just a little bit of control.

His free hand settled at the small of her back as she kissed him back, fingers pressing just enough to bring her flush against him. The feel of her—warm, delicate, real—sent heat flooding through his veins. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, a slow, sinful drag of lips and breath and need.

The warmth of his lips was perhaps more intoxicating than the alcohol she had drank and all she could was meet his intensity. However, only briefly, as a familiar voice made her suddenly break off the kiss.

“Good heavens.”

Delilah’s voice filled the still air as she rushed toward them from the brick estate, lantern light catching in her blonde curls beneath her simple maid’s cap. Worry shone in her wide eyes as she hurried toward them.

Perhaps one might have felt caught red-handed in her shoes, but Charlotte simply smiled very sweetly at Cassius before looking over her shoulder. [ "My Lilah!" Charlotte’s voice rang out like a melody, and the moment she caught sight of her rushing down the stone steps, her whole face lit up. Wrapping an arm around Cassius’s neck, she leaned into him and got on her tippy toes to call out to her, "My beautiful Lilah!"

Delilah had seemed worried, perhaps even angered, as she rushed toward them, but the second Charlotte’s affectionate voice rang out, her expression softened and she paused. The tension in her shoulders eased, and for a fleeting moment, that familiar fondness swept over her features. After a pause to give Charlotte the warmest smile known to man, she quickened her pace. But then—then—her eyes flicked to him.

And everything changed.

The softness in her expression vanished like a flame snuffed out in an instant. Her gaze locked onto Cassius like a hawk catching sight of prey. Her jaw set, lips pressed into a thin line. Delilah didn’t need words to convey what she was thinking.

Her eyes said it all.

For a split second, Cas was still caught in that intoxicating moment—breath unsteady, lips tingling. And then—that glare

It was like a cruel bucket of ice water being dumped on him. He stiffened, his head snapping up, gray eyes narrowing as he took in the sheer severity of that look.

Cassius—who had stared down killers and men twice his size—almost tensed. It was the kind of glare that could peel paint, the kind that makes a man consider his sins.

But some men just have too many sins. And—well, this was Cassius, after all.

A quiet chuckle escaped him as he leaned just slightly closer into Charlotte, all too amused by the spectacle of it all. Getting caught kissing the neighbor girl goodnight felt like something out of a story book, and that in of itself was enough reason to find humor in this moment.

He met it all head-on.

But where Delilah’s stare was severe, his was the perfect counterpoint—smoldering, shameless, and utterly unrepentant. His eyes gleamed with something dangerously close to mischief, his smirk just this side of wicked.

For all the weight of her judgment, he looked at her like he was entirely unbothered—like he had never been scolded in his life and had no intention of starting now.

And then, because he just couldn’t help himself, his smirk deepened, his voice smooth as silk.

“Lovely evening, isn’t it ma’am? And even lovelier company.”

"Oh, I think she’s going to kill you," Charlotte giggled in his ear, her voice a hushed, mischievous whisper.

Delilah stared at him, unblinking. She inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly—like a woman restraining herself from committing a crime. “This evening would be far lovelier if you had the decency to bring Lady Charlotte home at a more reasonable hour.” She arched an unimpressed brow before shifting her focus to Charlotte, eyes scanning her flushed cheeks, the slight sway in her stance. Her lips pursed, and a quiet sigh left her. Again, Lottie? Really?”

With a dreamy sigh, she let her forehead drop against his chest for just a moment, giggling again like a schoolgirl caught passing love notes. "I should be scolded, I know," she admitted in a not at all remorseful whisper, her words muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

“This is the second time I’ve ever seen you drunk off her feet like this and in the same week at that. ” There was a teasing lilt to her words, but her gaze flicked sharply to Cassius. “And I do wonder what—or rather who—may be the common denominator.”

She put her hands on her hips, “And kissing her in the streets, Lord Vael? Have you no sense of discretion? She is not a… tavern wench.”

Cassius simply raised his hands in a playful gesture of surrender, tilting his head slightly—a roguish acknowledgment that, while Delilah had a point, he wasn’t exactly apologizing for it.

Charlotte reached out to take the maid’s hand, "You mustn’t be too cross, my Lilah," she pleaded sweetly. She blinked up at her maid with wide, innocent eyes before adding with a giggle, "I promise I was in the best of hands."

Delilah exhaled slowly, as if summoning the patience of a saint, before shaking her head and wrapping an arm around Charlotte’s waist. “Okaaayyy Lottie, let’s just get you inside.” As she gently pulled Charlotte toward the manor, the younger woman leaned into her, resting her head against her shoulder, laughter still bubbling from her lips without reason.

“Goodnight, Cassius!” she sang, swaying slightly in Delilah’s hold. Then, with a sweet little giggle, she added, “Dream of me!”

Just before they reached the door, Delilah shot one last glance over her shoulder at Cassius, only this time, rather than a glare, she stuck her tongue out at him.

Cas let out a soft laugh, his eyes following the two women up to the doorway, the warmth of Charlotte’s words still lingering in his ears. Dream of me, she had said, and damn if he wouldn't.

“Goodnight, Lottie.” He said simply.

But as Charlotte disappeared into the estate, Cassius lingered a moment, breathing in the cool night air and letting the quiet settle around him. He simply shook his head, running a hand through his hair as a crooked smile tugged at his lips as he glanced up at the stars overhead, the realization settling into his bones that this night had changed something inside of him. Charlotte Vikena wasn’t just a fleeting amusement, nor was she another passing fancy.

No, she was trouble wrapped in a pretty bow, a puzzle for sure…and a whole lot of fun.

He huffed a quiet laugh as he turned away, starting back down the cobbled street toward his father’s estate next door.

"Dream of you, huh?" he murmured softly into the night air.

"Oh, love. As if I even have a choice."


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