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Slight bit of depression setting in... I apologize if things are taking longer than usual. Just trying to assure the same level of quality in my posts to you guys.
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Slight bit of depression setting in... I apologize if things are taking longer than usual. Just trying to assure the same level of quality in my posts to you guys.
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6 yrs ago
*Has the sudden urge to come back to the Guild*.... *Guild is down*.... WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?! *Literally the story of my life lol*
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7 yrs ago
One of these days I will learn to not input my opinions where they are not wanted on social media.... TODAY IS NOT THAT DAY. >.<
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2 1/2 hours in and I'm already done with the new year. T.T
5’7” and only 165 lbs, Dakota maintains a slim but toned figure. Their light brown eyes are speckled with gold which give them the appearance of having sunlight trapped within the irises, and their hair is a silky shade of auburn that sits just below shoulder length.
While biologically a female, Dakota does not feel the term fits completely. Often times they will tie their hair back in a messy updo and will even go so far as to bind their chest if feeling particularly masculine on a given day. Primarily they will dress in male-traditional clothing, or purposely choose gender-ambiguous clothes… however, once in a very rare while, Dakota can be seen wearing a sundress (the only type they’ll wear).
Personality: Dakota has, what can only be considered, a loud personality. Just shy of complete fearlessness, there is very little that can stop them once their mind has been made up. Always excited to try something new, Kota does not mind messing up and views their mistakes as learning experiences rather than failures. First to jump in, Kota is definitely the ‘all or nothing’ kind of person.
This boundless energy has a habit of causing trouble, however. Often times, Dakota does not realize that they have reached a limit (their own or otherwise), and will continue to push. This will lead to physical exhaustion, injury, or even the provoking of others. With a spunky mouth to match, Dakota has seen their fair share of fist fights and squabbles.
Still, not one to back down from a challenge, Dakota doesn’t let things bother them for long. If something is broken they’ll try to fix it, and if that’s not possible, they’ll find it new purpose. Ever looking forward, Kota operates with one motto in mind: Life is an adventure; it’s time to start living.
Biography: The eldest child of a non-magic couple, Dakota is ringleader to two younger siblings Skylar and Jacob. With an eight year difference between Dakota and the twins, Kota has taken it upon themselves to care for and educate on the art of mischief… much to their parents’ collective dismay.
Assigned female at birth, Dakota had been a tomboy from the start, always getting into trouble and coming home covered in dirt. While they had shown some interest in stitching and sewing, their primary interests had always aligned more with electronics and how they functioned. Dakota was known to take apart toy cars to see how they worked only to put them back together again. Eventually they began stitching together pieces from other toys in order to create something new which, more often than not, failed to work.
It wasn’t until Dakota hit high school that the self-discovery was made that they were gender-fluid, going through periods of swapping pronouns before settling on gender neutral terms. The two and a half year period was not without its struggles, but by the end of it all, Dakota came out stronger and just as confident as they had always been.
Just shortly after turning 18, Dakota was put through the mandatory Awakening Ritual, though coming from a family of non-mages… not much was expected at the time. Much to everyone’s surprise, especially Dakota’s, the ritual concluded that they did indeed have magical potential. While the mages performing the ritual were unable to accurately discern the elemental affinity from the color of the crystal, it was made clear that Dakota would be a mage.
After two years of preparations, Dakota is finally moving away to join the prestigious Noila Academy, leaving both her friends and family behind.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes: Electronics, Music, Puzzles, Sweets
Dislikes: Bullies, Silence, Cold Environments, Anything Sour, Sitting Still
Habits: If forced to sit still too long, Kota will begin tapping or making clicking noises.
Will drink hot chocolate (preferably Salted Caramel) during any weather.
Has been known to run off into tangents mid-sentence or forget what they were talking about.
Standing at about 5’9” and weighing in about 170 lbs, Amaris is built on a rather slender frame. Her large, violet eyes and softened facial features are framed by pitch black locks that normally tumble down to her waist. When straightened her hair can even reach to the back of her thighs, however she doesn’t usually bother putting in the effort.
Her clothing preferences range from dresses with hi-low skirts to skinny jeans with crop tops… and on occasion you might find her wearing lensless frames for aesthetic purposes. However, when visiting other noble families she has been known to dress more conservatively in more dated apparel.
Name: Amaris “Ari” Marivaldi
Age: 95
Gender: Female
Personality: Having been birthed into one of the noble families, Amaris learned from an early age to read situations and behave accordingly. Because of this, her personal and public personas can sometimes make it seem like she is two very different people.
When in the public eye she takes on a more studious visage, carrying herself with grace and her head held high. She can maintain a cool and collected appearance, speaking evenly and often times more formal than necessary. Having completely adored her father, she strives to represent the very best of the family name and is careful to avoid anything that would publicly shame her or her lineage.
Privately, however, Amaris is full of energy and life. Her innate curiosity can be so intense at times that it is often joked she could be the daughter of the new Lord Salazar and his wife. When excited she can speak a mile a minute and will often divulge onto tangents when speaking about something she holds passion for.
Despite the opposing personas, there are some things that never change about her. Amaris was raised with the ideal that vampires and mages were close to equals and thus should be treated with the care and respect that they deserved. While outwardly she is forced to acknowledge them only as servants, Amaris dreams of finding the kind of romance her mother and father spoke about behind closed doors. Her kindness, however, is not limited to those within her house or her species. Even the lowest of humans, by society’s standards, will find no ill will from the young vampire… that is unless provoked.
While Amaris prefers to avoid violence whenever possible, she is not above proving a point with physical action if pushed far enough. With such an abundance of kindness also comes an overprotectiveness of those she considers close, and for a Marivaldi... that is no long list.
Biography: Amaris, or Ari for short, was born into one of the five noble vampire families known as the Marivaldi. Her father was the late Lord Ralmevik, whose ‘recent’ passing took many by surprise both outside and within, and her mother was a beautiful mage who died when Ari was still quite young.
Despite status, Lord Ralmevik had been careful to keep his daughter out of the spotlight and politics that came with being a noble. As she grew older she would learn and integrate, but as a child she was allowed the freedom of carelessness and imagination. Because of this, her love and interest for magical theory blossomed and grew. She showed particular interest in casting incantations and the languages of old that were used to study and manipulate spells. Seeing this, her father promoted her interests by teaching about the many world languages; some common and others long since forgotten by the general public.
She adored her father, following him around wherever he went and imitating many of his mannerisms. It was no secret how much she loved the man, nor how much his sudden passing hurt her. It took her near a decade to come to terms with the loss and to re-enter the public eye, though now labeled the adopted daughter of the new Lord Salazar. There were many rumors surrounding the demise of the late lord, many of which were brushed off due to the secretive nature of the Marivaldi family. Still, even those within were left without answers and tensions were high as Salazar took over the reign of the family.
For the first 20 years after her father’s passing, Amaris rejected Salazar and treated him as if he were an outsider despite his apparent loyalty to the family. She locked herself away in her father’s study for the first 10 years, pouring over old handwritten journals and letters. Once the initial shock and grief had passed, she returned to her daily routine and maintained appearances, but it was clear that there was a fair amount of distance between her and Salazar; a distance that would last for another decade at least.
Eventually Amaris began to accept Salazar and his family, including his wife Alyssa and their son Romero. While she was not of their immediate blood, they treated her as family and she did the same. It was never a connection as close as she had with her own father, but embracing them was the Marivaldi way… Amaris would not fail her father, even in his absence.
In more recent years, Amaris has made a push to attend Noila Academy, though her reasons she has kept to herself.
Habits: When lost deep in thought, Ari will cease blinking for long periods of time, and will begin chewing on whatever is in her hand at the moment.
She likes to wear her fake glasses when she reads, and will hold most books open with just her left hand while twirling a pen or pencil in her right.
Will hang upside down if given the opportunity.
Other:
Amaris has a pet kingsnake named
5’7” and only 165 lbs, Dakota maintains a slim but toned figure. Their light brown eyes are speckled with gold which give them the appearance of having sunlight trapped within the irises, and their hair is a silky shade of auburn that sits just below shoulder length.
While biologically a female, Dakota does not feel the term fits completely. Often times they will tie their hair back in a messy updo and will even go so far as to bind their chest if feeling particularly masculine on a given day. Primarily they will dress in male-traditional clothing, or purposely choose gender-ambiguous clothes… however, once in a very rare while, Dakota can be seen wearing a sundress (the only type they’ll wear).
Personality: Dakota has, what can only be considered, a loud personality. Just shy of complete fearlessness, there is very little that can stop them once their mind has been made up. Always excited to try something new, Kota does not mind messing up and views their mistakes as learning experiences rather than failures. First to jump in, Kota is definitely the ‘all or nothing’ kind of person.
This boundless energy has a habit of causing trouble, however. Often times, Dakota does not realize that they have reached a limit (their own or otherwise), and will continue to push. This will lead to physical exhaustion, injury, or even the provoking of others. With a spunky mouth to match, Dakota has seen their fair share of fist fights and squabbles.
Still, not one to back down from a challenge, Dakota doesn’t let things bother them for long. If something is broken they’ll try to fix it, and if that’s not possible, they’ll find it new purpose. Ever looking forward, Kota operates with one motto in mind: Life is an adventure; it’s time to start living.
Biography: The eldest child of a non-magic couple, Dakota is ringleader to two younger siblings Skylar and Jacob. With an eight year difference between Dakota and the twins, Kota has taken it upon themselves to care for and educate on the art of mischief… much to their parents’ collective dismay.
Assigned female at birth, Dakota had been a tomboy from the start, always getting into trouble and coming home covered in dirt. While they had shown some interest in stitching and sewing, their primary interests had always aligned more with electronics and how they functioned. Dakota was known to take apart toy cars to see how they worked only to put them back together again. Eventually they began stitching together pieces from other toys in order to create something new which, more often than not, failed to work.
It wasn’t until Dakota hit high school that the self-discovery was made that they were gender-fluid, going through periods of swapping pronouns before settling on gender neutral terms. The two and a half year period was not without its struggles, but by the end of it all, Dakota came out stronger and just as confident as they had always been.
Just shortly after turning 18, Dakota was put through the mandatory Awakening Ritual, though coming from a family of non-mages… not much was expected at the time. Much to everyone’s surprise, especially Dakota’s, the ritual concluded that they did indeed have magical potential. While the mages performing the ritual were unable to accurately discern the elemental affinity from the color of the crystal, it was made clear that Dakota would be a mage.
After two years of preparations, Dakota is finally moving away to join the prestigious Noila Academy, leaving both her friends and family behind.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes: Electronics, Music, Puzzles, Sweets
Dislikes: Bullies, Silence, Cold Environments, Anything Sour, Sitting Still
Habits: If forced to sit still too long, Kota will begin tapping or making clicking noises.
Will drink hot chocolate (preferably Salted Caramel) during any weather.
Has been known to run off into tangents mid-sentence or forget what they were talking about.
Standing at about 5’9” and weighing in about 170 lbs, Amaris is built on a rather slender frame. Her large, violet eyes and softened facial features are framed by pitch black locks that normally tumble down to her waist. When straightened her hair can even reach to the back of her thighs, however she doesn’t usually bother putting in the effort.
Her clothing preferences range from dresses with hi-low skirts to skinny jeans with crop tops… and on occasion you might find her wearing lensless frames for aesthetic purposes. However, when visiting other noble families she has been known to dress more conservatively in more dated apparel.
Name: Amaris “Ari” Marivaldi
Age: 95
Gender: Female
Personality: Having been birthed into one of the noble families, Amaris learned from an early age to read situations and behave accordingly. Because of this, her personal and public personas can sometimes make it seem like she is two very different people.
When in the public eye she takes on a more studious visage, carrying herself with grace and her head held high. She can maintain a cool and collected appearance, speaking evenly and often times more formal than necessary. Having completely adored her father, she strives to represent the very best of the family name and is careful to avoid anything that would publicly shame her or her lineage.
Privately, however, Amaris is full of energy and life. Her innate curiosity can be so intense at times that it is often joked she could be the daughter of the new Lord Salazar and his wife. When excited she can speak a mile a minute and will often divulge onto tangents when speaking about something she holds passion for.
Despite the opposing personas, there are some things that never change about her. Amaris was raised with the ideal that vampires and mages were close to equals and thus should be treated with the care and respect that they deserved. While outwardly she is forced to acknowledge them only as servants, Amaris dreams of finding the kind of romance her mother and father spoke about behind closed doors. Her kindness, however, is not limited to those within her house or her species. Even the lowest of humans, by society’s standards, will find no ill will from the young vampire… that is unless provoked.
While Amaris prefers to avoid violence whenever possible, she is not above proving a point with physical action if pushed far enough. With such an abundance of kindness also comes an overprotectiveness of those she considers close, and for a Marivaldi... that is no long list.
Biography: Amaris, or Ari for short, was born into one of the five noble vampire families known as the Marivaldi. Her father was the late Lord Ralmevik, whose ‘recent’ passing took many by surprise both outside and within, and her mother was a beautiful mage who died when Ari was still quite young.
Despite status, Lord Ralmevik had been careful to keep his daughter out of the spotlight and politics that came with being a noble. As she grew older she would learn and integrate, but as a child she was allowed the freedom of carelessness and imagination. Because of this, her love and interest for magical theory blossomed and grew. She showed particular interest in casting incantations and the languages of old that were used to study and manipulate spells. Seeing this, her father promoted her interests by teaching about the many world languages; some common and others long since forgotten by the general public.
She adored her father, following him around wherever he went and imitating many of his mannerisms. It was no secret how much she loved the man, nor how much his sudden passing hurt her. It took her near a decade to come to terms with the loss and to re-enter the public eye, though now labeled the adopted daughter of the new Lord Salazar. There were many rumors surrounding the demise of the late lord, many of which were brushed off due to the secretive nature of the Marivaldi family. Still, even those within were left without answers and tensions were high as Salazar took over the reign of the family.
For the first 20 years after her father’s passing, Amaris rejected Salazar and treated him as if he were an outsider despite his apparent loyalty to the family. She locked herself away in her father’s study for the first 10 years, pouring over old handwritten journals and letters. Once the initial shock and grief had passed, she returned to her daily routine and maintained appearances, but it was clear that there was a fair amount of distance between her and Salazar; a distance that would last for another decade at least.
Eventually Amaris began to accept Salazar and his family, including his wife Alyssa and their son Romero. While she was not of their immediate blood, they treated her as family and she did the same. It was never a connection as close as she had with her own father, but embracing them was the Marivaldi way… Amaris would not fail her father, even in his absence.
In more recent years, Amaris has made a push to attend Noila Academy, though her reasons she has kept to herself.
Fueled by his endless agitation, the young prince paced restlessly about his personal quarters. He had planned everything out down to the last detail, preparations made in advance all to lead up to this very night. Yet, despite all his efforts, his elder brother had beaten him to the climax and stolen what should have been an assured victory. Where had everything gone so wrong, what was it that he missed? Ehkota knew there had to be some kind of sign that his brother had been on to his plans, some indication that he had been planning a counter move… The more he thought about it, however, the more he came to realize that his greatest failure had been staring him in the face for months.
Gaelnesh had never been ignorant to his younger brother’s antics, he had simply played dumb and allowed Ehkota to do the hard work for him. With the groundwork set for him, it was child’s play to swoop in and take the crown… all without lifting a single finger. The man’s inaction should have raised more red flags with the young prince. A nasty snarl erupted from Ehkota’s throat, twisting about the space menacingly as he continued his feverish pacing.
A curt knock on the door pulled Ehkota from his spiraling thoughts. For a moment he wondered who would have the gall to call upon him at such a time, but a gruff voice reminded Ehkota of the guests he had abandoned. Pulling the pregnant Twen through the door, Ehkota’s guard peeked back out into the hallway before shutting the door firmly behind him.
“Oh right… I had almost forgotten. Any signs of that wayward bride?” He didn’t know much of the situation, having been too caught up in his own annoyances to care. From his understanding, at some point during his and Kagan’s interactions with Gaelnesh one of his guest’s brides had mysteriously disappeared. While it wasn’t exactly his own guard’s responsibility to keep tabs on anyone but Twen, Ehkota had still offered up the man as a tool to help track down the missing property before retiring away to his chambers to gather his thoughts.
The guard shook his head in response, having turned up no leads as to where the girl might have gone. He had found the situation more than a little suspicious, but with his current duties of keeping Twen safe he hadn’t been able to properly investigate.
“No one has seen her or the beast which makes me think that she might have been taken. I would look into it further but I am currently tethered to dead weight.” Ehkota waved his hand in the air dismissively at the pair, his own expression still somewhat stiff.
“You may leave Twen with me. I would much rather we not have to deal with an angry kinner, otherwise I would leave it my brother’s problem.” The guard hesitated a moment before bowing his head and exiting the room. Twen shifted nervously as piercing eyes fell upon her, the door shutting firmly somewhere behind her.
Beckoning with his hand, Ehkota summoned the girl who shuffled forward sheepishly.
“I’m sorry m’lord. I turned away for only a moment and she-” Cut off by a sudden impact, Twen was thrown to the ground with a yelp as Ehkota struck her with the back of his hand. The girl held a shaking hand up to the side of her face in shock, eyes trailing upward to her master as if to find an answer.
“You’re the reason I lost to him, aren’t you? After all I have done and provided for you, and you still went behind my back.”
“My lord, I swear I don-” With his fingers wrapped around her neck, Ehkota lifted the small girl into the air so that they were eye to eye. She struggled within his grasp, squirming as she tried to gasp for breath.
“What a pity, I was actually beginning to like you too. Now because of you I have to start all over. Sorry but I won’t be requiring your presence any longer, traitorous bitch.” He watched as a sense of realization reached Twen’s eyes, a brief moment of panic setting in before he snapped her neck.
Ehkota sunk into a nearby chair after tossing the woman’s corpse aside, a long exhale filling the newfound silence. With the way that everything had played out, and the apparent lack of guards breaking down his door, it seemed that his brother thought him incapable of any real harm for the time being. It was as if the entire thing had been his brother’s idea, and Ehkota had simply played along.
Father’s condition was the best shot I had at undermining Gaelnesh without confronting him directly. Guess I’ll just have to find another way to get back at him… everyone loves a good underdog.
While he had a few ideas of how to go about redeeming himself, the process would take a fair amount of planning and a great deal of time. Ehkota had more than a few supporters within the capital itself due to the rising discontent with political affairs. The country longed to return to its more brutal roots, if he could just tap into those ideals Ehkota might be able to insight a rebellion that would force his brother to abdicate the stolen throne.
Leaving the corpse of his bride behind, Ehkota took only what he needed before heading out. Slipping out a side exit before making his way into the darkened city.
The Following Days
GM Post - Gaelnesh
The dawn set fire to the sky, lighting the clouds in bright hues of red and orange. From the outside, it was beautiful… some might have even called it beautiful, however it was an omen for those who knew to read them. While the city still shook the grip of sleep away, the royal castle was bustling with unseen activity. Servants ran about sending messages to one another, tending to daily tasks as well as the many additional ones they had been assigned due to the occasion.
Word had spread quickly throughout the castle, many taking moments to honor the passing of their king. With no real protocol in place there was understandable confusion… The country had never needed any sort of burial process in the past outside of their normal customs, however it somehow felt wrong to subject a man of his stature to the same treatment as everyone else. Gaelnesh had spent the night making plans and barking orders, directing the staff in whatever ways were needed.
Hand written letters had been drafted and sealed, sent out first thing in the morning by royal messengers to any of the war lords still in the area. They would be allowed entry to the castle at some point in the future to discuss any immediate issues, however there were more important things to tend to. Due to the late king’s condition, Gaelnesh could not allow anyone from outside of a small group to witness the corpse. His burial would not be a public one, but a feast would be held in his honor for anyone who wished to attend.
Once Ehkota’s absence from the castle had been noted, the newly crowned king ordered the doors sealed and guarded. Ehkota was not one to give up so easily, and after suffering such humiliation it was difficult to say what his immediate reactions would be. Time was needed to study the new antics, something Gaelnesh had very little of for the time being. With a feast to plan and announcements to make, the next fews days were going to be hectic at best.
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Gaelnesh allowed the news to circulate for a couple of days before he chose to address the people, informing them of the tragic passing of the late king. He spoke little of his own crowning, sticking to talks of the memorial feast and promises of the future. Considering the events that had occurred it would have been of little surprise to hear of rising conflicts, however the days following the king’s death seemed quiet in comparison. Somehow he had expected a quicker response from his brother, but he knew the planning that went into setting up an assassination had been months… if not years in the making. While his younger brother might have contingencies in place, it was rather unrealistic to expect any immediate retaliation.
The new king, having settled down into a chair for the first time in several days, began to doze off in his seat. Eyes growing heavy, Gaelnesh fought a losing battle to keep them open with each passing blink. Much to his surprise when he next slid his lids open, the lighting in the room was completely different and his daughter stood before him with her back to him. Sensing his movement, the young woman turned around with a concerned expression.
“You’re overdoing it father, you of all people should know better. I trust you were able to regather enough strength for this evening’s announcement?” She asked, approaching the chair to sit on her father’s lap with her arms around his shoulders in a light hug.
“Announcement?” The man was drawing a blank on what his daughter might be referring to. The preparations for the feast had already been made, an event that would take place the entirety of the next day… He had nothing else that needed to be said, at least nothing that came quickly to mind. Shaking her head as if she expected such an answer, Evienne allowed a short bout of laughter to fill the room.
“Don’t worry, everything for grandfather’s memorial is in place. You have seen to it yourself. I am speaking of the preparations for the impending holiday. By this time next week we will have needed to make the trek down south for the holy festival. You haven’t forgotten have you?” They both knew that he had. Gaelnesh had never really been one for fancy parties or festivals. The closest he came was usually the Choosing Ceremony as it was established and regulated per his father’s vision. Even the memorial service was out of the ordinary for the man, so it was of little surprise that a festival dedicated to the gods had slipped his mind.
Rubbing his fingers to his temples, Gaelnesh sighed. Evienned raised a brow but remained silent as he massaged the tension from his skin.
“Messengers have already been sent out to the lords that have already departed for their homes. They will be reminded of the event and the location of the shrine this year is dedicated to. If you would like, as I’m sure you have a great many things to do, I can handle this evening’s address in your stead.” While the king was quick to resist such an offer, his daughter’s persistence finally led to him giving in to her expectations.
He would be allowed to retire for the evening to get proper rest while Evienne handled some of the more minor responsibilities.
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GM Post - Evienne
Evienne stood on a stage that still stood from the Reaping, surrounded by a decent amount of guards loyal to her father's authority. It was a strange sight to see something so inherently defensive from a capable warrior, but following the assault at the arena and the shift in political power… it didn’t hurt to take precautions for the time being. The princess hadn’t been a huge fan of the decision, but it was one of the conditions of allowing her to handle the address so she couldn’t deny the request.
Glancing down at the face around her, Evienne chose her expressions well. She could not seem too cheerful as it might be taken as disrespect, but it also would have been deemed weak if she seemed too solemn. Trying to find a good balance between the two, the woman stepped up to speak to the crowd.
“First off, I would like to officially thank you all for the time and energy spent making this year’s Reaping a success. We are looking forward to seeing what victories are to be earned in the coming year, what honors you bring to your names.” She paused a moment to survey the scene, adjusting her mannerisms accordingly.
“Due to the passing of my grandfather, and our king, we have had some unforeseen events scheduled to take place. That includes tomorrow’s feast. However, I would like to take this time to remind you of what time of year it is. In about one week’s time the annual festival of the gods will be taking place. This year’s festivities will be held at Drun’s southern shrine so please remember to bring your offerings with you.”
“May the gods bless your blades and acknowledge your strife.” Evienne bowed her head slightly to indicate the end of her ‘speech’. A small path was opened up for the woman by the guards that tagged along, Evienne quickly hopping down from her place in the spotlight. There was so much else to be done in preparation for the festival, after all, the royals were not exempt from such an important event no matter how inconvenient.
Day After the Feast
Despite being so close to the Reaping, the late king’s memorial felt nothing like the previous event. While the Reaping and Choosing Ceremonies were vibrant and hungry, the feast had a more diligent tone. It was a quiet fierceness that the elders wore best, hardened after the many centuries of combat. Generations of stories were shared telling the tales of warriors both current and fallen. Alcohol flowed freely from cask to cup, and from cup to belly. And one of the most noticeable differences in festivities would have been the lack of public dueling.
Petty squabbles and immature brawls had been kept to a minimum throughout the day, and most of the participants showed a sense of camaraderie as opposed to the rivalry they expressed during the Reaping. It was an interesting thing to witness such different sides of the culture so close together in time. Even if one did not agree with the policies or decisions of the late king… it was still clear in the behavior of the guests that he was still highly respected at the very least. It was almost heartwarming.
Really the only thing you absolutely need to note is that we are gearing up for the festival in the south! Next GM post will begin the actual festival so don’t dally in setting your characters out on their journey!
Gaelnesh sat at the head of the royal’s main dining hall, tapping his finger with a great deal of irritation. The daughter sitting beside him consumed her food in silence sensing that words spoken would only add to the man’s foul mood. With his two elder children seeing to the front lines the table was usually empty aside from the High Prince and Evienne with Ehkota making sporadic appearances. It wasn’t uncommon for the younger prince to skip out on family time, however there was something bothering the man about this particular absence.
Shifting her glance sideways, Evienne glanced around the room before choosing to speak up.
“Is there something bothering you father? It isn’t like you to be so… on edge.” She said, eyes flicking down to his tapping finger before returning to her own plate before her.
“Where is your uncle?” Gaelnesh barked out, eyes glued to the entrance used most often by his youngest sibling.
“He is supposed to be reporting back to me about those ridiculous rumors. How long could it possibly take him?” Evienne raised an eyebrow at this, remembering a snippet of a conversation she overheard between a couple of guards earlier in the day.
“If I’m not mistaken, uncle Ehkota has requested dinner in a private chamber this evening. You either pissed him off by giving him such a pointless job to do or he has guests.” Gaelnesh sighed, his posture relaxing some as he did so.
“So it’s come to this has it, brother?” He growled, though his words were directed to no one in particular, at least no one present. Another look of confusion swept over the princess’ features although this time, a small amount of concern was etched into the surface.
“Is everything alright? I can have the guards summon him or if you’d rather I-”
“No. It’s alright, I will handle this. You just see to your evening obligations while I have a word with your uncle. I’m not sure how long this will take so don’t wait up tonight.” The woman opened her mouth to speak however found nothing she could say as her father stood from the table.
Making his way from the dining hall Gaelnesh made his way down the corridors, guards standing to attention and servants bowing their heads respectfully along the way. None dared to stop the stop the man who walked with such purpose, the High Prince clearly having a destination in mind.
For as long as he knew his little brother, Gaelnesh was rarely surprised by the boy’s antics. It didn’t take Ehkota very long to come to the realization that outright confrontation was not a thing that favored him. After all, such confrontation was how the young prince lost his horns in the first place. Instead he turned to tricks and manipulation to achieve his goals, growing ever more troublesome the older he got.
Gaelnesh allowed Ehkota his space over the years, picking and choosing which of his schemes would be allowed to succeed and which ones would be shut down. It hadn’t been until recently that the younger prince’s antics had become more than just tedious to deal with, things were becoming increasingly more dangerous. If his assumptions about his younger brother were correct, Gaelnesh would find his brother consulting someone that could potentially upset the stability of the royal house. While it was something he knew would happen eventually, Gaelnesh still couldn’t help but to think that there was more he could have done to prevent such events from coming to fruition.
Eventually the eldest prince arrived before a distinct set of doors that remained closed at all times, shifting only to allow entrance to a particular set of people. Allowing himself into the room, Galenesh shut the doors behind him and waited for his eyes to adjust to the hazy darkness. After several moments, he was greeted by the sight of a handful of Gem servants kneeling before him.
The girls surrounding the bed would ignore him as they were instructed to do, their only obligations being to the king when ‘on-duty’.
“How are things?” The four girls bowing before the prince stirred as he addressed them, the front most girl stepping forward while the other three returned to their cots to rest. No words were spoken by the young Gem, instead she simply closed her dull eyes and shook her head from side to side.
No details would follow her silent response though it wasn’t as if Gaelnesh had been expecting any in the first place. Aside from the predictable deterioration of the king’s body, none of the girls were capable of proper speech any longer. Upon their entrance to his service each one of the girls by his side had their tongues cut from their mouths, sworn to secrecy and eternal bondage to the king.
“I thought as much. You may return to your cot now as well.” The girl bowed her head once more before shuffling over to the empty cot and laying down.
Surveying the room, Gaelnesh chose a corner of the room to retreat to while he awaited his brother’s inevitable arrival. It was unlikely he would be seen from his position allowing him to observe Ehkota without his knowledge prior to interrupting his plans. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting to see or hear, but it was likely they would just be affirmations to the prince’s suspicions.
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WIthin the walls of the king’s chamber time was non-existent, progression marked only by the breathy gasps and shifting stones from the bed. Gaelnesh had begun to wonder if he had overreacted or miscalculated his brother’s timeline, but eventually the younger prince showed his face.
It took the older man a moment to place the recognition he felt for the young man standing beside his brother, coming to remember him from the list of bride recipients. A kinner paid for the stellar work he had done easing an old warrior on to the after life. Gaelnesh had little doubts about what was happening now, a hidden smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Ehkota had all but sealed his fate.
Sitting back in silence, the prince watched as the Gems greeted the unsuspecting pair, unable to alert them to the trap closing in around them.
“May I formally introduce you to Drakka’s greatest warrior, conqueror, and leader… I present to you King Toran.” Even from his place in the shadows he could tell that the young prince had his eyes fixed on his father.
“Or what’s left of him. I don’t suppose you would argue that a little dignity is long overdue. Is it even really considered killing at this point?” Stepping forward, Gaelnesh revealed himself to the two newcomers by speaking up.
“Hello, brother.” Ehkota’s eyes immediately snapped up to meet his, fighting to keep his composure despite what was clearly an alarming set back.
“We missed you at dinner, thought I would come to see what was keeping you. Looks like you’ve been rather busy.” Gaelnesh’s voice was commanding in the darkened space, his words feigning ignorance while his tone revealed his understanding of the situation at hand.
“I do hope that Ehkota here hasn’t been giving you too much trouble. I know how… persuasive he can be. If my memory is correct, you’re the kinner from the ceremony. Not many of you guys take brides so I guess you’re rather memorable.” He said, this time addressing the young man standing beside the young prince.
“It’s a good thing my brother brought you when he did though, your presence here is most welcome.” Gaelnesh could sense his brother tensing at his words, no doubt mind reeling in an attempt to figure out what his brother had meant. Approaching the bedside, Gaelnesh slide a knife from a sheath tied to his belt.
“I am the High Prince Gaelnesh, first born to the first king Toran and contender to the throne. With an official witness from the kinner’s Order, I hereby exercise my right as eldest son to challenge the king for his position as Drakka’s ruler. For the glory of Drakka.” The prince spoke before plunging the blade deep into the exposed heart, shredding the weakened muscles as he did so.
The girls surrounding the bed collapsed in near unison, their battered and malnourished bodies succumbing to the exhaustion as their duties were relieved. By the end of the night it was more than likely several of the girls would have passed away, having spent years of their lives dedicated to sharing their lifeforce with a dying king. He wasn’t sure what he would do with the survivors, thinking he might keep them around or give them to his daughter but he had time to decide such matters. There were far more important things to tend to.
Removing the blade from the king’s chest, he watched as all signs of life left the man for good. What was left behind was a completely empty shell, though arguably it had been empty for quite some time. Knife in hand, Gaelnesh approached the pair and locked eyes with a cross looking Ehkota.
“Are there any present who challenge my claim?” He growled, a fire burning behind his brother’s eyes. Gaelnesh knew Ehkota would not act out against him, even if the opportunity was indeed legitimate. It wasn’t his style, and he had been trained far better than that.
After waiting in silence for several moments, Gaelnesh puffed air through his nose before turning his attention back toward Kagan.
“Whatever Ehkota has paid you is yours to keep, but your services are no longer required here. Oh, and Ehkota?” The prince said, turning his gaze over his shoulder to peer at his brother with an expression Ehkota would know all too well.
“It’s such a shame about your cute bride… She almost made it to full term this time.”
High Prince Gaelnesh is being an ass to his brother. Predicts the tricky moves and does one better. High Prince is no longer High Prince… High Prince is now kiiiiing!
Should have kept a better eye on your girl Ehkota.
Bride of Zakroti @darkwolf687; Sister-Bride to Aymiria @Amethyst Interacting with Zakroti and Aymiria
“It is what you choose to be, not all you are to be. Do you wish for that to be your sole purpose? Would you rather carve something more out? I am open to talk.”
Never before had it occurred to Aurora that she might actually have some choice in the manner in which she lived. All she had been taught, all she had seen had been an attempt to break such behaviors and expectations… and now here she was being offered a choice. The concept took her completely by surprise leaving her more than a little off-balance mentally.
Such thoughts were quickly pushed away as Zakroti’s tone shifted, turning her sense of suffering back onto herself. He all but accused her and her family of submitting to the same cowardice the royal courts had the very first time Drakka came for their women. The man was not entirely wrong, his sentiments somewhat a mirror to her own private thoughts. Too long have her people handed over their girls like they were nothing, going so far as to breed them for such purposes depending on the region. To lose a daughter was an expectation from the moment she is born into the motherland.
But to have him pin those same sentiments upon her family, couldn’t be further from the truth. They were among the minority in their homeland, the closest any Gem would come to inciting true violence against another living creature. While the rest of the country tried to teach them to be obedient and docile, Pyrus taught them to be strong and independent. Devout followers of the fire god knew him to be a mighty protector of his sisters and children, a great force that did all he could to keep the evil at bay. In another world, the Liesma’s might have turned out to be warriors themselves… filled to the brim with a fiery fighting spirit. But no such thing was allowed in the world they did live in, no fist was to be raised against those that might otherwise destroy them. Aurora despised it.
She wished to speak out but knew it not to be the time, sipping at the bitter liquid with the slightest hint of a wince. It wasn’t bad, but it was held a bite she was not accustomed to quite yet. Aurora sat and listened to the man’s explanation with intense concentration as if seeking any hint of a lie or misdirection. If there were any falsehoods, she could not detect them from the sound of his voice and all of his words were confirmed by the shivering girl beside him who could clearly see the events playing out before her.
So, the man responsible is already dealt with. A fitting end to a miserable life. A part of her resented the fact that she would not be witness to the downfall of her sister’s murderer, as nearly all the parties involved were either dead or worse off… but she had to respect the way things were handled. Her sister had been avenged and sent home, perhaps the man was not entirely bad after all. She turned her eyes downward toward her drink, staring into the dark liquid as Zakroti delivered the rest of his apology to the young girl. Pausing to gather her thoughts, Ro finally spoke up, though, her eyes remained glued to the goblet in her hands.
“Knowing my sister… there was little you could have done in order to stop her from interfering. The moment she became your bride and found herself part of your group, your fights became hers as well. Few Gemmenites are willing to pick up a blade, far fewer willing to take one for another.” Aurora sighed, setting the goblet down on the table softly as she glanced out across the room. For the first time since she had left home, Aurora’s demeanor had become calm and relaxed; the smallest hint of a smile hiding behind her features.
“I cannot deny what you have said about my people for it seems you and I share similar views. Our land is built upon tradition and old customs, a chain that binds us to a government that would act without considering the will of the people in its charge. We have no army to speak of, even the palace guards are little more than decorations. Those that reject the old ways are cast out and abandoned, a prosperous country ruled by fear… what a joke we are.” Glancing beside her, Aurora raised her eyes to meet Zakroti’s as she continued speaking.
“My family has been on the bad side of the royals for generations, once a part of the inner circle we are now treated like liabilities. They think our views and our reluctance to remain pacifistic a threat that will destroy an entire country… and maybe they’re right. For when your people came and took my sister each and every friend and neighbor we had stood by and watched, but not my brother. The eldest, he charged the man who had his hands on her knowing full well that no one would have his back and that he very well might lose his life. Still he charged that Reaper without hesitation while our other brother stood as my shield.”
“Throughout the entire ordeal the Reapers had been eyeing my mother and making comments about how it was a shame they missed her in her prime. Others claimed they could find a taker for her if they took her anyway. My father could not leave her side for fear of losing her. That day we learned how powerless we really were. Luckily my brother was spared but the man’s threats of violating my mother while forcing us to watch shut us down. Kasari was dragged away and thrown in a cage kicking and screaming, the last image we would have of her until you sent her back to us.”
“It was the same men who returned when I was old enough to be eligible, my mother collapsed from the stress of it all and my brother had to physically hold the other back from charging the man that took me. The consequences were far too great to face alone… we are the few whose wants and desires are far outweighed by the needs of the many. It is the way it has always been, and for now… will continue to be.” She allowed her eyes to drop once again, fingers wrapping around the goblet and lifting it to her lips. For them at least.
Aurora probably have gone on forever, so much tension built up in such a tiny package… it was a wonder how she hadn’t exploded yet. However, she would fall into silence and remain there as a messenger made his way into the hall and toward Zakroti. In his hands he carried what appeared to a be a letter that was opened and read immediately upon its arrival. It seemed that whatever the letter contained was less than pleasing to the man, his features betraying what she thought to be disappointment. Her curiosity pushed at her to inquire about its contents, however, most of her spark had died down by this point. Finishing her drink, Aurora excused herself and retreated to her room opting to leave the rest of her questions for another time.
Zakroti’s words ate at the girl, picking away at her mind for the remainder of the day. At some point, Aurora had been summoned from her room to accompany Zakroti and his company around the city she had been delivered to. While it was an interesting experience, she found herself more preoccupied with her thoughts than anything else. The conversation over breakfast had brought up more than she had bargained for or had come to expect. Had she really been offered a choice to become something other than just a mere servant? Considering how her sister died, the concept didn’t seem all that far fetched… she just couldn’t understand why.
Despite the lawless nature of Drakka, it still appeared to have customs and rules of its own. One such rule was that her people could not hold any sort of standing… they were looked at like commodities to be bought and sold, the thought that one might actually care for them was… unsettling. But this was a chance, and opportunity for Aurora to live the way she felt was right. Gemmenia could no longer hold her back. She would have been lying if she said the idea was less than appealing.
On the return trip home, Aurora found herself weighed down by the new clothes she had picked out. Nothing too fancy, but it now gave her a nice variety of comfortable clothes to wear about. It helped her feel more at ease to have casual garments, almost feeling normal for the first time in a very long time. One of the servants or guards, she honestly could not tell the difference, had attempted to help her carry the items but she had resisted quite aggressively until they had backed off. It wasn’t until she had returned to her room to drop off her new belongings when a thought popped into her head.
To be honest, it surprised even her. She had little idea of where it came from but what she did know is the very thought filled her with a new sense of purpose and determination. If anyone thought she had pushed her luck as far as it would go, they would sure be appalled by what she was about to do. Turning on her toes, Aurora swung her door open with a fury as she took off running down the hallway; her bare feet slapping against the cold stone.
As it was just about dinner time, Aurora zoomed around the corner to poke her head into the dining area they had been in earlier in the day. Unfortunately, the person she was looking for didn’t seem to be in the room quite yet, causing her to swing about wildly. She knew next to nothing about the layout of the estate, running down corridors at near random searching for Zakroti.
“It is what you choose to be, not all you are to be.”
You dare to tell me that my position here is not set in stone?
“Do you wish for that to be your sole purpose? Would you rather carve something more out?”
No! I refuse to be some trophy or decoration to be added to a collection. I will not be some man’s pet!
”I am open to talk.”
Aurora sped around yet another corner, only this time instead of being met with a long empty hallway… she ran face first into one of Zakroti’s personal guard. Her new husband was rather lucky she had not take the turn a few inches shorter otherwise she would have barreled right over him and sent them both tumbling to the ground. Instead, she looked up at Zakroti from her place on the ground, a half-wince half-determined look plastered to her face.
Prove it.
“I want you to teach me to fight proper!” She stated bluntly, chest heaving for any amount of air it could find.
Ro telling stories… They go out and buy some thingy things… Runs around Gotta go fast! and finds Zakroti to ask for something important.
Bride of Heccarim @ClocktowerEchos; Sister-Bride to Arden @Pupperr Interacting with Heccarim and Arden
The young blonde was quick to calm as she felt Arden’s presence draw nearer, a comforting hand pressing into her back easing her sobs into mere hiccups. Sorrin attempted to clean her face up a bit with the hem of her skirt, but the red eyes and flushed facial features were not so quick to dissipate. She exhaled slowly, trying to acclimate to the rolling motions of the vessel but to no avail. It would seem the girl would develop little love for the sea.
So completely lost in her thoughts, Sorrin was deaf to the rustling sounds that drove Arden closer to her. It wasn’t until the ground around them was enveloped in shadow that Sorrin turned her head up at the man she had pushed past. The warden descended upon the two girls with collars and chains, removing the old ones with ease to make room for the new ones. Arden was tossed rather roughly against the wall opposite her, the thud loud enough for even Sorrin’s ears to register. She squirmed a bit within the man’s grasp, squeezing her eyes shut in preparation for the impact she thought was to come.
Her attachment to the wall was far from gentle but she didn’t feel as if she had been tossed as recklessly as her sister-bride had been. Perhaps her earlier sickness had been enough to earn her some pity for the time being… Sorrin’s ears perked up as the food was mentioned, the pale girl sighing audibly with relief as the man said the meat was not for their consumption.
As a new platter of food was carried in from another room, Sorrin fought with the urge to mess with the collar around her neck. Something about it was driving her insane, the material scratchy and uncomfortable on her delicate skin. She turned her eyes to the platter as it was set down between her and Arden, the warden stepping up to chain their hands to handles on the sides. For a few moments she looked onward with confusion, lacking any clue as to what the purpose of the chain served. Thoughts of the plate sliding away or a measure to keep either girl from eating too much played through her head, but it wasn’t until a particularly rough wave hit the boat that she started to glean an idea.
The sudden motion of the boat tossed Sorrin over, she could feel the inside of her new collar digging into her neck. She yelped with alarm, a hand shooting up to tug at the device with panic. Sorrin pricked the tips of a few of her fingers as she attempted to wrap them around the collar, swiftly giving up her efforts as small domes of blood broke the surface of her skin.
“Your naivete is… unwelcomed Sorrin. But I sippose your enthusiasm is something worthwhile. Arden however, what about you? Are you so willing?” The man spoke up, Sorrin’s face falling further as he addressed her.
She couldn’t grasp what it was that she might have said wrong, but clearly she had displeased the man greatly. Her mind flashed back to all the times people at home had referred to her as naive. They had never bore her any hostility, at least as far as she knew, but she had eventually learned that each one of those people had been making fun of her to her face. She never spoke up about it, instead continuing to smile and pretend like she hadn’t noticed. After all, it gave her the illusion of having friends.
Moving slowly, Sorrin collected a few items and set them down in front of her on the floor before pushing the platter closer towards Arden. She didn’t speak anymore words, simply exhaling a sigh before picking at what little she did select.
Sorrin spent the remainder of the journey with her head down, continuing to push the food close to Arden while rejecting her ‘turn’. Despite moving slowly, she could feel the tiny beads of liquid bubble to the surface as the collar made their mark on her neck. She began to realize that it was designed in such a way where injury was inevitable but death would only be granted by the person who placed it in the first place; a cruel device to say the least.
While she couldn’t understand the purpose of such antics, Sorrin didn’t dwell on it for too long. The man didn’t seem pressed to get a reaction out of either of them, maintaining his statuesque position in the room… Watching them all the while. A few hours went by in this state before something in the air shifted, Sorrin raising her nose curiously in an attempt to figure it out.
The air seemed to get thicker as they approached their destination, becoming more oppressive the closer they got. Sorrin could tell from the sounds that they were getting closer to a landmass which should have excited the girl more than it did, instead the weight of the atmosphere filled her with a great deal of dread. With her neck bound and body chained to the wall as she was, there was no telling what it was they were approaching.
Sorrin gets and ouchy, but keeps pushing food toward Arden anyway. A few hours of this go by before it feels like they are getting close to something… Whatever the something is, she is not a fan of it.
Bride of Zakroti @darkwolf687; Sister-Bride to Aymiria @Amethyst Interacting with Zakroti and Aymiria
Zakroti was quick to remove her arms from around his neck, something she found rather interesting given everything she had been led to believe about his kind. Aurora allowed her arms to be removed from their place around his neck unhindered, though fighting it would have been useless in the long run anyways. She caught a movement from the corner of her eye, shifting her gaze to spot Miry finally making her entrance. Aurora had to keep her face from twisting into a smirk, instead turning her attention back toward the Drakkan before her.
“A curious word to use, pets. Not at all the term I would use. Tell me, why do you choose it? And do you find this to be some form of amusing game? You know of what I speak.” The man spoke with a stern tone, warning her that she had managed to touch on a nerve. She had little doubts that it had something to do with the weakling making her way from the outskirts of the room. Something inside of her wanted to keep picking at the girl, but she had reached a line she knew she wasn’t prepared to cross just yet. Messing with Zakroti wasn’t going to work in her favor, she would just have to find other ways to get to Miry.
“Would you prefer the term toy? It is, after all, all we are meant to be in this land. We watch year after year as girls are chosen and torn away from their homes to be presented to you lot as livestock.” Aurora moved from one side of Zakroti’s chair to the other, her fingers tracing across his shoulders as she passed behind him.
“We’re wrapped up all pretty like gifts…” With each word she spoke, Aurora’s voice became more and more tainted with her distaste. Leaning in closer she ran her finger underneath his chin, though there was none of the fake seductress act behind it this time around.
“We’re taught how to kneel before you... how best to pleasure you.” Contempt was clearly shown on her face as she pulled away, leaning back against the table as she continued on her tirade.
“But do you know what it is that they wanted to be sure we knew was most important? It wasn’t the fact that somehow we’re worth our weight in gold yet not worth a social standing higher than slave… No, it was the fact that our sole purpose is offer ourselves up to you in the hopes that we’ll survive long enough to birth a small… excuse me... giant, nubby horned Drakkan baby that will one day grow up and earn one of our sisters for himself.” Aurora paused a moment to breathe, gathering her composure as best she could.
“Pet is rather generous if you ask me.” Her eyes tracked Miry to her seat, the fire Gem relaxing backwards against the table as she purposely ignored Zakroti’s secondary question. Even though most everyone else had sat by now, Miry included, Aurora still found herself on her feet. She wasn’t one to tire quickly, but it was more than just a preference to standing… She had no reason to trust the man before her. Even less a reason to trust the girl who sat beside him. To sit and dine with them felt wrong to her, down to the very core of who she was.
Zakroti seemed unconcerned by it though, sipping calmly at the drink in his goblet before asking her yet another question.
"Do you drink? It's Mazjamma, brewed at Aylmoras if I am not mistaken. Worth a try if you've never had it, though I warn you it tastes somewhat bitter." Aurora couldn’t help but laugh out loud at such a statement, a true, genuine sound that echoed about the hall despite the cacophony of voices.
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but bitterness is something I’m more than a little familiar with. What’s a few more drops?” She countered, pausing to listen to the man swear his honesty to whatever questions she might ask. The words were echoed by the small figure sitting on his otherside, a thoughtful expression crossing Aurora’s features before she finally sighed and took her seat. She signalled her wish for the drink in which Zak had spoke of, speaking no words as she thought of what questions she wanted to start with.
There were so many that rushed through her mind at once, so many things that she wanted to know. Who was it that had struck her sister down, where was Zakroti when it was all happening… why, of all the people present, why was it her sister who had to die? Instead of her. There was another question, however, that bubbled it’s way to the surface. Her parents hadn’t spoken about the body at all, nor mentioned any words that might have been sent with them. They had been heartbroken and had little closure, simply wrapping the girl back up and burning her body as was traditional in her town. If they could not have their explanation, Aurora would have one on their behalf.
"Why did you send her back to us? You could have just tossed her aside… or buried her yourself. Were you trying to rub it in our faces? Was mourning her once not enough for you that you had to see us mourn her a second time?” She asked, her voice beginning to raise in volume toward the end before she regained control over it. If she had learned anything about the man she spoke to, it was that screaming at him was unlikely to produce any results. Such a move would be wasted energy and a chance that she would learn nothing more about what happened.
“And what about her, the Shattered one. Why wasn’t she sent home like my sister was, bloodied and lifeless? Why was she spared and my sister slain?” While able to contain the volume this time around, Aurora was incapable of concealing the venom that leaked into her words. She all but spat them down the table into Miry’s face, regardless of the fact that neither girl seemed to be willing to properly look at the other for the time being.
Ro is spicy… Very spicy. Like femnazi style of spicy.
Asks some questions and insults Miry again… at the same time. Real class act this one.
Morganna gave the fallen ringleader no thought as Höd approached her position, caring very little for the state of some lowly bounty hunter with little sense of etiquette. The sounds of his gurgling pleas for help would serve as a reminder to his kind to not forget their place, or perhaps be an invitation for others to try their luck. Personally, she would have been fine with either outcome.
“I would never leave a creature such as yourself waiting for long.” Höd responded to her with a smirk on his face.
“The locals have never liked me, though it probably has something to do with me slaughtering their brides to be.” A small sound of amusement escaped through Morganna’s nose as he responded to her banter with little shame.
“Yeah, that would do it alright. This is the only time of year one can get a fresh bride, maiming or killing them is considered rather rude. They are quite the valuable resource… seems like such a shame to let them go to waste.” She spoke matter-of-factly as if her words held no judgment of her own, simply stating the way of the world he had crashed into.
The pair continued walking on for a little ways longer before Höd spoke again, the sound of her title gracing the air pleasantly. Very few made the connection between her and her title without seeing the mask or watching her fight in person, even fewer did so and survived to remember it. It was almost as if her masked form was a myth to be told stories about at the campfire. She wasn’t entirely sure where the name came from, as it wasn’t one she designed for herself. In her line of work, titles were not granted the same way as other warriors, tending to be self-created as a calling card to victims.
Morganna had never been interested in such things, simply showing up and causing widespread terror of a nameless enemy. After a while the name began cropping up, no doubt an attempt to combat the fear of a ghost, and stuck with her moving forward. She didn’t mind it, in fact, she grew rather fond of it. And hearing it slip off the tongue of such a beast made her like it even more.
“I have to admit something to you, Crimson Phantom. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you, but to be the legend herself, my, my, mon Cherie… It was a pleasant surprise.” Morganna hid a delighted smirk behind her hand.
“Suppose that gives you an idea of how others feel when they meet you, after all you’re quite the ghost story yourself. Never thought I’d see you wander in so close though, this place didn’t strike me as being your style. Guess we’re both meant to be pleasantly surprised today, wouldn’t you say?”
The sound of swift footfallings caught her attention, the echo growing louder as the source drew nearer. She had little doubts it was another band of bounty hunters seeking a prize they could not possibly earn. This caused her to roll her eyes, the futility of their struggle exhausting to even her. They would be little trouble, however, if they were anything like the last group. From the sound of it, the only difference was the size of the group.
She thought it smart of them to come in larger numbers but to go up against two fighters of her and her companion’s caliber would be their end regardless. Hovering her hand above the hilt of her sword, Morganna watched the source of the racket turn around the corner well ahead of their current position. Morganna tensed in preparation of another fight only to find herself pushed clear out of the way. The startled woman let out a small dissatisfied growl as she was yanked from view, taking her a moment to realize that it was Höd who had done so.
It was an unexpected move for someone who could have defeated the group singlehandedly, leaving the assassin slightly off balance despite being firmly pressed up against a wall. While he glanced out at the street she was glancing up at him, staring intently as if to study his mannerisms. She wasn’t used to being caught so off-guard.
Höd sighed with relief as the group flew past their position giving away his desire to not fight that particular group. Morganna was still unsure as to why, all his previous encounters proving his love for the sport, but found part of her questions answered as he maintained his position after the danger had passed them by.
Morganna was unconcerned with not being released from her place against the wall, her eyes locked on his as she took note of every motion he made. There were no indications that he meant her any kind of harm but the desire was easy for her to read in his eyes. From the way he did move, it was clear that Höd knew who he was dealing with, hand approaching her face slowly to prevent spooking her. She maintained eye contact with the man, banishing the shiver that attempted to run through her as his thumb traced the outline of her lower lip. She would be foolish to admit that she knew all there was to know about the man, having spoken true about him being a ghost story.
There was much about the man that excited her, a mix between his skill and the mystery surrounding him being more than enough to grab her attention. But there was something else, something Morganna couldn’t quite place yet. Playing with him could prove to be a lot of fun, but she couldn’t just let him have it easy. Höd would have to earn whatever he got.
“Now then, Morganna. Why don’t you tell me why you were looking for me?” He asked her, removing his thumb from her lip to trace along her cheek. Maintaining a playful expression, Morganna tilted her head slightly as she slipped one of the throwing knives from her hip and held it close to a place no man wished a blade to be.
“Someone has paid a rather hefty amount for your head, my darling. They’re pretty inexperienced with such transactions which means I can wiggle a lot more money out of them. An easy pay day when the target all but hands himself over to the hunter.” The smile on Morganna’s face was twisted and not entirely clear as to whether or not she was kidding as she spoke. Not even she really knew how much was truth and how much was a joke, but she had already made her decision for the time being. Slipping her blade back into its pouch the girl spun expertly from the man’s grasp, flipping her hair nonchalantly over her shoulder as if nothing had occured.
“I take it you’re holed up in some inn somewhere in town right? Not exactly the safest place for you with that kind of a bounty out, you’ll end up missing out on quite the vacation if you stay. Come along now, you’re coming with me. The Dantanath household is one people respect, so as our guest you’ll be left alone as long as you’re inside the grounds. That is, of course, unless you would rather keep fighting all day?” She teased, turning to lead the way without glancing to see if he’d follow.
Morganna chose back alleys and side streets to avoid the patrolling groups on the main roads, making the trip back to the estate somewhat roundabout but rather uneventful. Upon their arrival, Morganna was quick to notice the appearance of an unfamiliar steed tied to a post in the front courtyard alongside one of their own, who was left to wander the space untethered. A small trail of blood led from the horses to the front door causing her to pause.
She stooped down to dip her fingers in the blood, bringing them up to her nose curiously. Heaving a sigh, Morganna stood back up straight and shook her head.
“Incapable of even the simplest of tasks. Whatever am I going to do with you little brother?”
Höd gets up close and personal with Morganna. HE CAN’T HAS IT…. yet. She leads the way back to her house where she realizes Az is a dumbass.
Azilon Dantanath
Husband of Rya @Ellion and Lienna @Obscene Symphony Interacting with Rya, Lienna, Morganna, and Höd Ultair
“Oh… it’s you.” The small girl said, glancing upwards with an expression that betrayed little interest in what had just occurred. She barely seemed surprised at his arrival either having expected him to come or simply not caring. Azilon shook his head as his questions were met with various nonchalant shrugs. Rya seemed distracted by something, eyes wandering about the ground as if transfixed on something his eyes could not detect. He glanced around in the hopes of spotting what held her attention so but when nothing stood out to him, he moved the trio along.
Azilon was still somewhat on guard as the three made their way from the leader’s tent, certain he had dealt with everyone properly but not risking the mistake of assumption. His eyes barely brushed over the leader Rynek who still lay on the ground gritting his teeth against the pain. There was still the chance of survival for him, however the man was clearly in no shape to continue the brawl. Ignoring the man, Azilon continued to survey the scene around the small group. The bodies of his victims lay strewn about haphazardly for whatever desert creatures desired them. Cawing from above alerted him to the presence of such creatures awaiting his departure before they made to swoop in and feast.
With a short whistle, a large dark steed came trotting around one of the tents in response to his master’s call. The Drakkan had not thought much about his return, having left in such a hurry that he only bothered to bring one horse. It was possible for the three of them to ride together on such a horse, as it was bred with war in mind, but he thought it better for each of the girls if separate rides were arranged. He shifted Lienna’s weight to one arm and helped Rya up onto his own horse, knowing that even if she attempted to steer him wrong, the horse would obey Azilon’s directions alone. He hoped the illusion of independence would be enough to keep her placated until their return to the estate.
Once Rya was situated, Azilon took another quick look around for a second horse. His first thought was the warrior he had defeated in combat, but he quickly thought better of such a plan. The leader’s horse was undoubtedly trained similarly to his in that it would refuse orders from a master it did not recognize. A fun challenge but one he was not willing to take on with Lienna in her current state. He also thought it rather bad in manners to take so much when he had already disgraced the warrior by leaving him alive. Rynek’s horse would remain behind with his master. Instead, Azilon chose a steed bred slightly smaller than his own, and much lighter in color. The bay seemed neither frightened nor concerned with Azilon’s approach, allowing him to carefully place Lienna on her back before climbing up himself.
As antsy as Azilon was to return to the estate, there was no point in rushing the girls back. Lienna, while exhausted and covered in welts, seemed stable enough… it was Rya that had him concerned. Wounds of the flesh were easy to see and much more convenient to deal with than a wound of the mind. He made a note to keep a closer eye on the child moving forward, he was after all stuck with the small creature for real this time.
Eventually the trio made their way back to the estate, Azilon leading the way into the grounds only to halt the horse in the entrance courtyard.
“This isn’t my home. I don’t live here. You said I was going home.” The girl had stopped his horse just outside of the estate, glancing at the building with a mixed look of alarm, confusion, and what appeared to be sadness. Azilon sighed, easing the bay forward a few more paces so that he could dismount and tether the creature. Leaving Lienna gently draped over the mare’s neck, Azilon turned back and walked back out the front to appear at Rya’s side.
“I know not of which home from your memories you speak of, but your home is with me now. This is only a temporary stop, I hope to return to the forest soon. Perhaps you’ll feel more at ease there than here in the desert. You’re a child of your gods’ matriarch, am I wrong? If there is something that will help ease your mind while we stay here, let me know. I shall do my best.” With Rya mounted on the horse, Azilon was forced to look up at the child for once. It also meant his concerned expression was more difficult to hide from her as she had the sight advantage. He might not have been the most thrilled Drakkan to receive a bride, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t care about the creature he had happened across. They had been forced to spend quite a few days together on the way to the city, it was no wonder Rya had managed to grow on the somber warrior.
Motioning for the Gem to come inside, Azilon guided the horse gently to the same spot the other horse had been tethered to. He helped Rya down to the ground, noticing for the first time that he was still bleeding from the wound she had given him earlier. It wasn’t a very large gash, small enough that he barely noticed the thing, so there was little reason it should not have begun healing on its own. Azilon came to the conclusion that the blade was likely treated with an ointment or poison of sorts to prevent recovery in battle. Underhanded but not entirely uncommon among certain groups.
Lifting Lienna down off the horse, Azilon paused by Rya, gently nudging her to grab her attention before making his way inside the building. The house servant Alice rushed up to greet the returning member of the house only to falter at the scene. It wasn’t the prettiest but it was far from a horror show, causing Azilon to scowl in her direction. Gathering herself, Alice drew closer for whatever instructions she might be given.
“See Rya here to a seat and get her something to drink, tea if we have anything weaker than that shit Morganna enjoys. I’m going to put this one here in a guest room so she can rest... Is Morganna still here?” Alice shook her head in response to his question, stepping up beside Rya to show her to the front sitting space before she hurried off to retrieve drinks from the kitchen.
Azilon shook his head, turning his body to walk down the hall to find a room for Lienna. He didn’t know very much about the servant as she had been added to the estate long after he had left to be on his own. Clearly she was a woman of few words, but as to the reason, well, he would have to ask if he remembered later. He kept walking until he had reached one of the vacant guest spaces, nudging the door open with his shoulder before stepping in. It hadn’t been properly prepared for any real guests, but it was enough for what was needed at the moment. Laying Lienna down gently on the bed, Azilon retrieved his cloak from around her before tucking her into blankets.
“Just stay here, I’ll see about finding you some replacements for your clothing. I’ll have a servant come in and check on you in a little while.” He wasn’t entirely sure that Lienna could hear him, but the words were there all the same in the case that she was listening. Turning to leave, Azilon shut the door behind him softly before returning down the hall to the front area.
“You’re getting blood all over the floor Azzy.” An unmistakable voice sounded from the doorway, Azilon glancing up to see his sister Morganna entering. Her stance was relaxed as if such a sight was completely normal and nothing to be concerned about.
“I was expecting some resistance, but come on now… They shouldn’t have given you that much trouble.”
“It wasn’t them, it was her.” Azilon countered, nodding his head in the direction of Rya who had gotten up at some point and began wandering around the room aimlessly. Exhaling slowly, Az chose to ignore the girl for the time being, his attention focused more on the large brute entering through the door behind his elder sister. Morganna waved her hand dismissively as Azilon tensed, clearly ready for a fight if there was one to be had.
“So jumpy. Don’t worry, he’s with me. He’ll be staying here for as long as he wishes while in Železna Kri. So play nice.” Morganna’s tone and gaze turned harsh as she glared at the younger sibling, only softening once Azilon had returned to a more relaxed state.
“So you’re telling me that you made it through an entire encampment of mercenaries, only to be beaten by a bride? Come now Azzy, you’re losing your touch.” Azilon didn’t respond, simply scowling in her general direction.
“Lighten up, I’m just messing with you. Assuming the blade was coated in something, yes?” She asked, already knowing the answer based off of the scene before her. There was no unfamiliar blade in sight and the wound didn’t match one created by his own daggers suggesting he had been stabbed during his ‘rescue’ operation. Such a small wound would have closed by the time he returned to the estate which left her with little doubt of the circumstances. Reaching her hand into her bag, she approached her brother and stooped so that she could examine the wound.
There was a faint scent mixed in with the blood that she could smell, a sour smell that made her crinkle her nose. She would have been more concerned if it was sweet as the likelihood of poison would have been higher, however, it didn’t seem like the case here. Pulling out a small packet, she stood back up and offered it to the man.
“Just rub this powder in and cover it up, you should be fine after an hour or two. Now, where’s my payment, don’t tell me you lost her?” The woman took a few steps back, planting her right hand on her hip with a look of disappointment.
“Give me some credit will ya? She’s in one of the guest rooms hopefully resting. Thing looked pretty beat up when I got there, had to carry her the whole way.”
“I’m getting the spoiled goods? Guess I should have expected as such, he was, after all, quite insistent. I suppose renegotiating our terms is out of the question too, whatever. A Gem is a Gem, she was bound to find herself in that kind of situation eventually, makes no difference to me.” Morganna feigned a pout before shrugging, turning her eyes down the hall as if debating whether to check in on the girl or not. After a short internal weighing of her options, Morganna decided she would assess the damages for herself.
“Höd darling, I’ve got a small matter to attend to. I shouldn’t be long so feel free to make yourself at home.” She said before taking off down the hall, quick to locate the room in question. Under normal circumstances Morganna would not have minded Höd accompanying her, it wasn’t as if she had anything to hide… However, the psychological state of such a fragile creature could be quite volatile. She thought it the safer bet to leave him in the other room while she checked in on Lienna.
“My, my…. He certainly did a number on you didn’t he? Curious as he left the other one all but untouched, didn’t strike him for the devoted type. Change of heart, Lienna?” Morganna teased, leaning up against the door with her arms crossed.
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Back in the main room, Azilon was eyeing up the brute curiously. It took him a minute to place the man’s face, recognizing him as being from the Reaping ceremony. While he hadn’t received one himself, he had still shown up. Whatever his reasons were, Az couldn’t help but to feel somewhat slighted by the man as he was part of the reason his fight had been derailed so terribly. Still, he couldn’t be completely mad with him, after all, it had been his own sister that had handed over the girls to the enemy.
Eyes shifting back to his own bride, Azilon sighed again. Alice had brought the tea she had been asked to, a curt nod of his head directing her back down the hallway to meet with Morganna in Lienna’s room.
“Rya. Your tea. Sit down and drink it…. Slowly.” He added, knowing with his luck she would down the liquid in one go then go back to wandering about. Az then returned his attention to Höd in an attempt to figure out what it was exactly that Morganna saw in the man, to find any inkling of why he would be allowed among them so suddenly. It was an inquisition Az quickly gave up on, there was no understanding the woman.
The sound of a voice from outside quickly stole his attention from the imposing man, Azilon’s already sour face seeming to grow ever more displeased. What exactly was being said could not be made out from their position, though it was clear that he was not alone. Despite this assumption, the owner of the voice entered the building alone though he required no invitation to do so.
“Seems like today is going to be a busy one. Not even lunchtime and we’ve already had several visitors. Who do we have here?” Salazar asked, turning the corner to gaze at the face of the new arrival with a fair amount of suspicion but little hostility. Before Höd could answer, Azilon spoke up with more spite in his voice than intended… though this time it wasn’t directed at Höd himself.
“Morganna brought him home. Think she said his name was Höd or something like that.” He said, retreating from his spot in the room to stand closer to Rya, all by shielding her from his father’s view.
“Ah, the Ultair boy from last night’s ceremony, made quite the stir with your entrance. You have people talking. Well, if my dear Morganna has invited you that’s all I need to know. ” He stated before turning back to his own son, catching sight of Rya behind him.
“Good boy, I see you went and retrieved our little Rya. Proud of you.” Azilon growled at his father though it was largely ignored by the elder man.
“Anyhow, I need to speak with you and your sister when you both have a moment. I expect to be seeing the two of you at lunch.” Nodding his head respectfully toward his new guest, Salazar paused a moment too long to let his gaze linger on Rya before he disappeared into down another hallway and out of sight.
Az brings his girls back… apparently doesn’t really care about Lienna but super concerned about Rya.
Meets Höd, doesn’t know what to think of him.
Cranky times when dad shows up. Creepy dad being creepy.
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