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Lady Safina Haliel


For someone who'd spent the formative years of her life as a street urchin, one would think Safina would be rather taken by the novelty of masquerading as a noble, attending balls regularly, wearing a slinky black dress more expensive than entire towns' worth, and living in a castle, of all things. One would be wrong. She had better things to do than this constant maintenance of her cover. Like actually being back out in the field, overseeing her Concord's cells. Unfortunately, Evelyn liked her little galas far too much for Safina's taste. And it was either put up with this or deal with constantly sneaking in and out of Hathforth Castle to report in.

So Safina kept a thin smile on her lips, her gaze not so much insincere as it was just aloof. Her ears picked up various whispers around the court, but she didn't react outwardly to any of them. Nothing of particular importance, just the same insipid gossip ad nauseum.

And then something interesting happened. Duke Rhinecliff, in the flesh. Well, well. Wasn't this a surprise? Safina wasn't sure if this move was bold or foolish, considering his arrival did nothing to make up for the veritable ledger of unpaid taxes his duchy owed. A preemptive move to try to save face? Or something else? Her eyes traced over Eirwen for a moment, searching for his reaction to the Duke's arrival. Nothing. Of course not. The mage had been more than good at keeping a steady poker face in court.

Then Evelyn called upon her, and Safina stepped forward, curtsying before she rose.

"As Your Highness bids. If you'll follow me, Duke Rhinecliff?" Safina gestured towards the Duke, turning and walking away while expecting him to follow. She led the man out of the throne room and through a few adjacent hallways before entering a small office.

"Sit, by all means." That cool smile was still plastered on her face as she sunk into the plush chair behind the desk, opening it to pull out a ledger, which she opened.

"Empty." Her gaze was sharp. A servant entered, pouring the both of them a goblet of wine each, before bowing and making a hasty departure. Safina ignored her cup, her focus on the Duke. "Your show of fealty is appreciated, of course. But the Crown would rather prefer a more material demonstration of loyalty than symbolic. Nearly a year's worth of unpaid taxes. And do not lie to me; Odonfield is more than prosperous at the moment." The implication that it could change.

"So where, oh where, could all your tax revenue be? Personal debts? Church ties? Keeping artists and scholars fed? Faith and culture are all very well and good, Duke Rhinecliff, but just as your people pay their taxes to you, their feudal lord, so too must you pay your duchy's share to the Crown."

Safina's gaze was more predatory than anything now, a glint in her eyes.

"By all standards, you are little better than a debtor right now. That little show to the Queen has bought you the courtesy of a chance to come clean. Or at least to work out the beginnings of a payment plan. One way or another, my lord, Hathforth will have what it is due. Are we clear?"

@Donut Look Now
I'll be getting my post up tomorrow, sorry for the delay @Donut Look Now
Iraleth Kyrios


Iraleth watched impassively as Ciara left before her gaze turned back towards the imp. Whether or not someone entered the Iris Record was of no concern to her. Glory was a byproduct of deeds, not the goal.

The side comment from the orc girl in Compact 4 had Iraleth suppress a snort of amusement. She couldn't help but agree. Otis certainly liked to hear himself talk, didn't he? Fortunate that he was clever. Too clever by half, considering everything she'd seen him do up to this moment. That boy was scheming something. She just couldn't tell how harmful it would be to others when it came to fruition.

Nonetheless, he posed a question Iraleth had to answer.

"See?" She tilted her head. "It surrendered not long after you left. The veil around the wolf turned into that imp. Demanded to be taken to a leader, invoked prisoner rights." Iraleth narrowed her eyes at the little shit in question. "Personally, I think it's just mocking us."

The paladin looked aside towards Valen Leuvalt, who seemingly still hadn't picked a faction. She glared, trying to convey a message through sheer force of will and her glower.

Wund. Wund. I don't want to work with you. WUND.

@ERode
Renar Hagen


It didn't work as well as he would have liked. So it goes. The metal spike parried his trip attempt, and he quickly tried to formulate a new tactic, only for the situation to change again as the demoness outright vanished. Behind, left, right, above, nothing. Then he saw the attempt on Rolan out of the corner of his eye. At least that fellow seemed to have something up his sleeve. Renar could respect that. He would have moved to aid further, but they still had an objective to move on to.

Speaking of, Renar chanced a look up back toward said objective, and blanched. Spheres of light, coming down. Likely death, if they made contact.

"Captain!" Renar's tone was strained as he simultaneously tried to shove himself out of the way while also warning Fanilly. "To your left! Now!" He leapt to the right, himself. He'd probably be fine, but hopefully his warning gave Fanilly enough time to respond. The amount of time he had to spent actually vocalizing the words already worked against her. Add in a split second more for her to process them. Would she make it in time?

@VitaVitaAR


I'll have a post up within a few days, working through the ones I owe in order.
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That works too, mostly needed a reason to explain the shadow powers and Dremora seemed to fit, a curse/blessing would work


wait why
Safina just has that shit
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Okay, done!

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So did you just read Safina and Melisande's CS, then figured, "Hey, why not both in one?" 😛

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Also, is not putting CS in hiders a thing here? Coz' the scrolling I must do each time I want to reference information from a specific sheet takes forever now.


just drag the scroll bar, simple as
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Great question! Dwarves live up to 250 years, and elves can live up to 1000 years. Safina is still quite young, but has a lot of experience.


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@Estylwen How long-lived are elves/dwarves in the setting anyways? Wondering if I made Safina still relatively young or closer to middle-aged.


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