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Re: Left My Baby Blue

Rachel
 

Sarnai: "Strong and healthy, of course,"


Francesca's fingers released her skirt and slowly found their way to her hips as the Consort deliberately ignored her for a painful stretch of time. Although, of course, Francesca felt the natural instinct to glance around - to see how the other partygoers regarded the slight - but she resisted the urge and kept her gaze firmly locked on the young mother-to-be until she answered. The barking of dogs was nearly enough to startle her out of that resolve, but not quite.


"Of course," Francesca echoed promptly, adding, "Our new prince or princess has only the very best parentage." The words might have held a double meaning, perhaps a sarcastic dig at Sarnai's common background or a glorification of the Duchess' lover, Philip, but the light charm of the Duchess' voice didn't waver either way.


Taking the Consort's reluctant attention as the invitation to converse that it absolutely was not, the Duchess took two steps closer. The craftsman moved, too, well out of the rumored witch's periphery. Stories said that she could make any man her slave with the wink of an eye, and with such an opportunity from the Consort in front of him now, he intended to keep his distance.


Close enough to speak without needing to make her words an announcement, Francesa said, "I fear that I have managed to incur the displeasure of the… strong, beautiful woman whom I will call my queen within a fortnight." There was almost a flirtation more than exaggeration to her sugary sweet tone, accentuated by the way her chin tilted and her eyes flickered downward. After all, she doubted the young woman was jealous - as far as Philip told her, his consort gave her blessing to the affair and there was no desire between husband and wife.


But that hardly meant that there were not sore feelings of other varieties, and so the Duchess offered her gift. Her servant, wearing a yellow dress rich in quality but simple in design, stepped forward to hand the Duchess a small bottle, that Francesca brought to offer Sarnai.


"It is traditional to offer a gift to the baby, but I am of the opinion that the mother is as deserving," Francesca said, and she looked fondly on the bottle of perfume - cut crystal from the North that managed to catch and reflect every single ray of sunlight as it sank - before offering it up. "I made this of rose oil, local to the Western Plains." Her ownership of the creation implied at least a personal touch, but perhaps a magical quality for those superstitiously inclined. "Enjoy it as you will, your majesty."


"Oh ho," one guard joked, quietly, with the friend at his side, obviously aware of not just the rarity of rose oil or its expense, but its famous qualities as an aphrodisiac. "The King will be too busy to rule now!"


Unfortunately, that joke didn't just hint at the obvious, but also insinuated that the King had multiple lovers and even Francesca cringed at his obvious misstep...


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Re: Make Him Free #hawkins #alessandra

turksgirl
 

Manfred pulled his hood back as they ventured into the darkness of the opposite end of the dungeon. "Sorry about the smell" he said bending down to push open a metal gate that closed off a small archway. "The King's castle is more complex than others, and has luxuries that the Duchies don't possess. Aqueducts, and thankfully not the cesspool..........unless we take a wrong turn".

He glanced over his shoulder at the older, somewhat unkempt bearded man, the centaur in Manfred wanted to take a comb to the man's hair. His people took a great deal of pride in their manes, two legs or four. "You might want to take a torch, sir" he suggested nodding his head toward one on the wall. Why the hell was he helping this man? Maybe he believed that story about him being wrongly jailed, or maybe he just liked the way he called him lad like a favorite uncle.

Tilting his head Manny guessed the sailor was about his weight although he was shorter. "It's a tight fit, I'll go first..." he volunteered removing his cape and cowl and wadding it into a ball and tossing it through the opening. The thief gave a cocky smile before he slide sideways through the portal watching Hawkins the whole way.

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Re: The Babe With the Power #James #Sanya #Malia

Rachel
 

Sanya: "I would argue that the most secure dungeon in the realm is the Tower surrounded on by a high wall with a single gate of five locks, then miles upon miles of salt flats, where thirst and starvation claim any who dare try to escape," "To handle executions swiftly and keep prisoners far, far from anywhere where they could do harm seems wiser than to keep them in the heart of a city, at least."


James: "Nothing is infallible.... beheading is the best strategy against such a creature"


Malia busied her mouth with her wine while the young duchess-to-be described the witch's prison in the Southern Duchy. Oh, Malia was familiar with it - she made it her business to be - but the reality of the imagery was a little much, since with every scheme she hatched and every consult of her magic book, she worried that such a fate could befall her. Locked up, far and away from a fairy circle to carry her home…


On Earth, cancer, radiation, and mortality awaited her - but so did her family. Her children were distant, but her grandson, Jordan, would worry so after her if she never returned. He was a good boy, and she trusted him enough to hint at the existence of Eventyr, although she was certain he chalked it up to her growing senility after too many years immersed in books…


Sanya: "From what I understand of the failsafe, its final phase must be triggered by a guard pulling a particular lever, to allow the guards in the dungeon time to exit. Of course they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the protection of their city and their king, if it came to that. That moment of delay does create the possibility of an escape, though, if the guards are distracted first. Surely they would not be distracted when they have a creature in their custody, though."


Malia bit her lip to stop the smirk that threatened. She had spent the last months trying to find a guard willing to take money to not sacrifice himself for the king, but the answer had been so much simpler than than finding a greedy man on duty. Instead, the brother of one of Philip's sacrificed virgins had been willing to infiltrate the dungeon's guards and be sure the failsafe did not trip in time. He knew that it was entirely possible the werewolf would kill him in the escape, but he accepted that eventuality with grace and fortitude.


My sister didn't have a choice, he'd told Malia, when they had last spoken. She had promised wealth and comfort to his parents and surviving younger brother… and also, that she would have the guard executed mercifully, if he were turned wolf in her service.


All of the sudden, the savage barking of dogs echoed through the courtyard, accompanied by screams. For Malia, who knew there was going to be a werewolf on the loose very, very soon, the sound struck her to the core. Her glass, plate, and the book tucked under her elbow fell to the cobblestone ground under her feet. Instinctively, she dipped to retrieve the book only before taking a step closer to the Green Duke, positioning half her body behind his massive arm as if she could hide there.


James: "Profound apologies, my ladies...my dogs... more spoiled than any child" "Something's wrong".


"James," Malia said when she could breathe again, and her tone was not unlike the chiding one she used for a naughty child in the library or her own grandchildren. Immediately, she wanted to complain about the presence of dogs when so many party-goers were uneasy about the presence of a werewolf. But she paused, trusting that although the king's brother was flawed in many, many ways, he was effective as they came. If something was wrong, something was wrong. She hoped that wrong was the wrong she had planned, and so her words were phrased as a question, but her tone was impossible to read. Was it fear or anticipation? "What's wrong?"


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Re: Left My Baby Blue

Manda
 

Servant: "If it pleases the consort and His Majesty," ... "There's a carpenter's workshop in the Artisan's District that… closed recently, due to failure to pay taxes. I believe His Majesty has the deed on his desk and could sign it over now, to give this talented craftsman a place to work a mere stroll from the castle walls."

King Philip: "An excellent idea." He rose from his seat then, regal. "You know where to find this deed, yes?" ... "Take me to it. I shall sign it immediately, for the one who has brought the brightest smile to my consort's face today,"


Sarnai felt a rush of triumph as she managed to kill three birds with one stone; not only would this wonderful artist gain possession of a suitable shop to work out of, but she also managed to shut down Francesca and get rid of Philip! It was certainly a confidence booster and the Consort found herself sitting a bit straighter and not even minding as much when Philip placed a soft kiss on her cheek before taking his leave.


Now alone, Sarnai briefly turned her attention back to the gift-giver, who was thanking her profusely. "Thank you, sir," she returned with a kind smile, then assured him that she would be visiting his shop once the baby had been born.


Francesca: "Your majesty," ... "You could not be lovelier. How is the child?"


Expecting retaliation for her 'attack', Sarnai wasn't surprised when Francesca stepped forward and delivered a lovely curtsy. But - oh! - the Consort was simply parched and, with one small finger held up, Sarnai leaned toward the nearest servant and held her hand out for her cider. Surely Francesca could understand how dry her throat must have been, what with all the talking and smiling she had to do . . .


And then, was that a dog barking? The small commotion had the young Queen-to-Be craning her neck to see what was amiss and only when she saw, further down the courtyard, a small pack of Wolfhounds circling the Green Duke, did Sarnai turn her full attention to the Duchess of the Plains. "Strong and healthy, of course," she answered with a smile, sipping again at her drink with expectantly raised eyebrows. Surely if the Duchess felt compelled to approach without Philip around then there must have been something on her mind aside from pleasantries.


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Re: Make Him Free #hawkins #alessandra

Ben
 

Hawkins shook his head sadly. He had hoped to give Alessandra a clear path to the nearby forest, where she might change and minimize damage. But if she was as close to changing as she seemed to be, maybe the young man was right. It could very well be more dangerous to follow her at this point, and could possibly slow her down too.


“Alright lad, where did ye come in then? Once the rest are free, we need to get out of here as fast as possible.” Hawkins watched the freed prisoners start to scramble for whatever exit they could find. Most avoided him as much as they could. After all, he was an alleged pirate, holding a very sharp sword. He was willing to bet most of them thought he’d kill them as soon as look at them.


Once the prisoners had mostly cleared the dungeon, Hawkins took a moment to take in his surroundings, finally unobstructed by the cell door and walls. The rest of the hall was fairly similar to the cell he was in, but it was longer and a little better lit. The sound of water could still be heard, though the dungeon itself was still dry. Hawkins hoped that meant Alessandra had caught up to the guard. At least that would buy them a little more time.


Taking one last look around, Hawkins turned back to the young man. “Lad, lead the way. Let’s get out of here.”


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On Mon, Sep 17, 2018 at 9:26 AM turksgirl <armorangel68@...> wrote:
A guard, Manfred hadn't seen him past the peripheral vision of the hood he wore to protect his identity. About the only thing it hid was the reddening of his face when the woman blew him and the other man a kiss before she took off up the main stairs. The young man hoped never to see her again actually, but he wished her well enough.

Hawkins: “Lad, that’s our best way out. I say we follow the lass and make for the gate. Chaos will cover our tracks. Have ye something to fight with? This could get ugly fast and I could use a sword by me side.”

The thief shook his head, "We can't follow her, she'll change and we'll be as much in danger as anyone else...." He wasn't sure what connection the pair had, it hadn't sounded like they were companions. The cries of other prisoners pulled at him, and Manfred moved to unlock their doors... no one deserved to drown in the dungeons, and the more he released the less likely he would be caught.

He should let the seafarer go, and be done with him. Giving him a fighting chance like the werewolf was a favor enough. "I didn't get in by those stairs, come with me..." Manfred said in a low tone as the men he released made for the stairs because it was  the most obvious route out. 

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Re: Left My Baby Blue

Rachel
 

The Duchess observed the consort closely, with interest but not without sympathy, when she noted the young woman's shoulders tense at the King's kiss - she hadn't wanted it, and the diplomatic smile on Francesca's face soured until Philip released her. Her distaste of the action might have been jealousy, or perhaps not, but either way, it was fleeting.


Sarnai: "That is kind of you, m'lady," "This man has an impressive talent, though. I'm sure any of the duchies would be pleased to have him." "My King, I would prefer he stay nearby, so I could easily commission him again . . ."


The dismissal of Francesca's offer was not insignificant, and the Duchess's head tilted in annoyance when she was leveled with the other Dukes and Duchesses, none of whom bothered to make themselves available when a king's request was made…  


Servant: "If it pleases the consort and His Majesty," "There's a carpenter's workshop in the Artisan's District that… closed recently, due to failure to pay taxes. I believe His Majesty has the deed on his desk and could sign it over now, to give this talented craftsman a place to work a mere stroll from the castle walls."


Philip: "An excellent idea." "You know where to find this deed, yes?" "Take me to it. I shall sign it immediately, for the one who has brought the brightest smile to my consort's face today,"


When Philip dipped to give his consort another kiss before his departure, Francesca cringed. Poor thing. If the King spared Francesca a glance upon his departure, she returned it only with a judgmental half-glare.


In Philip's absence, Francesca approached Sarnai, pausing several paces back to offer a low, slow curtsy in the traditional formality. "Your majesty," she greeted, her term of address assuming royalty of the consort before it had been officially declared. Her ensuing words had every air of calculation, but even so, they were wholly authentic. "You could not be lovelier. How is the child?"


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Re: The Babe With the Power #James #Sanya #Malia

turksgirl
 

Who: James Castille

With: Malia Campbell, Sanya Nimr other royal party guests

Where: Castle courtyard, King's City

When: February 28th, evening


Malia: "I have heard it said that this is the most secure dungeon in the realm. Or perhaps, its failsafe," its ability to flood with river rapids in the event of a breach, "is the best defense against a creature." Then slid her gaze to Sanya as she hedged, and although her words were vague and few, it clearly echoed her concern about the King's questionable decision making of late. "However, you never know what can go wrong."


Sanya: "I would argue that the most secure dungeon in the realm is the Tower surrounded on by a high wall with a single gate of five locks, then miles upon miles of salt flats, where thirst and starvation claim any who dare try to escape,"  "To handle executions swiftly and keep prisoners far, far from anywhere where they could do harm seems wiser than to keep them in the heart of a city, at least."


"From what I understand of the failsafe, its final phase must be triggered by a guard pulling a particular lever, to allow the guards in the dungeon time to exit. Of course they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the protection of their city and their king, if it came to that. That moment of delay does create the possibility of an escape, though, if the guards are distracted first. Surely they would not be distracted when they have a creature in their custody, though."

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Of course the young Duchess of the South found a way to blow her own hunting horn about her region, without elaborating on whom that prison held in the salt flats. But at least they agreed that executions should not be delayed. "Nothing is infallible.... beheading is the best strategy against such a creature" he stated turning his gaze to look at the nobles and commoners that bustled around them. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword  every inch the sun crept lower in the west.


And then the Duke tilted his head as if listening above the voices around them to hear .... howling. He turned in the direction of people screaming his face a stony scowl, as he stepped around the two women to shield them. Wolfhounds, several large, mangy looking beasts burst between the legs of guests that scurried to get out of their way. James shook his head, as the lot ran amok around him and the Duchesses, snapping and snarling at each other.


"Profound apologies, my ladies...my dogs... more spoiled than any child" Castile said mouth only slightly curling. Putting out a hand the pack swirled around the huge man whining and crying loudly, his brow furrowed deeply. "Something's wrong".


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Re: Make Him Free #hawkins #alessandra

turksgirl
 

A guard, Manfred hadn't seen him past the peripheral vision of the hood he wore to protect his identity. About the only thing it hid was the reddening of his face when the woman blew him and the other man a kiss before she took off up the main stairs. The young man hoped never to see her again actually, but he wished her well enough.

Hawkins: “Lad, that’s our best way out. I say we follow the lass and make for the gate. Chaos will cover our tracks. Have ye something to fight with? This could get ugly fast and I could use a sword by me side.”

The thief shook his head, "We can't follow her, she'll change and we'll be as much in danger as anyone else...." He wasn't sure what connection the pair had, it hadn't sounded like they were companions. The cries of other prisoners pulled at him, and Manfred moved to unlock their doors... no one deserved to drown in the dungeons, and the more he released the less likely he would be caught.

He should let the seafarer go, and be done with him. Giving him a fighting chance like the werewolf was a favor enough. "I didn't get in by those stairs, come with me..." Manfred said in a low tone as the men he released made for the stairs because it was  the most obvious route out. 

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Re: The Babe With the Power #James #Sanya #Malia

Steph
 

Who: Sanya Nimr
With: James Castille, Malia Campbell, other royal party guests
Where: Castle courtyard, King's City 
When: February 28th, evening


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"I concur, Duchess, but our fidelity is sworn to powers that be. The king is confident his dungeons and men are capable of the task of keeping the creature  bound and secure" he replied. Although his hand went to the sword at his hip with the massive green stone set into the hilt, fingering it impatiently.

"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls....... the consort has nothing to fear, nor yourselves, duchesses...."
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"I have heard it said that this is the most secure dungeon in the realm. Or perhaps, its failsafe," its ability to flood with river rapids in the event of a breach, "is the best defense against a creature." Then slid her gaze to Sanya as she hedged, and although her words were vague and few, it clearly echoed her concern about the King's questionable decision making of late. "However, you never know what can go wrong."
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Sanya couldn't help but notice the way that the Duke touched his sword, the artful way both he and the Duchess avoided speaking outright against the king and vocally expressed something like their loyalty to the realm.

"I would argue that the most secure dungeon in the realm is the Tower surrounded on by a high wall with a single gate of five locks, then miles upon miles of salt flats, where thirst and starvation claim any who dare try to escape," Sanya posited, scholarly. "To handle executions swiftly and keep prisoners far, far from anywhere where they could do harm seems wiser than to keep them in the heart of a city, at least."

She could still vaguely taste the salt that scented the air so heavily when she'd visited her grandmother, just thinking about the witch's tower which held her secure now.

"From what I understand of the failsafe, its final phase must be triggered by a guard pulling a particular lever, to allow the guards in the dungeon time to exit. Of course they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the protection of their city and their king, if it came to that. That moment of delay does create the possibility of an escape, though, if the guards are distracted first. Surely they would not be distracted when they have a creature in their custody, though."

Maybe she only imagined hearing the distant sound of water a smidge more loudly, just because she was thinking about the dungeon flooding beneath their feet. Maybe it was just a flicker in the enchantments and feats of construction that soundproofed the great walls and left the castle as quiet as it was, though.  

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Re: Left My Baby Blue

Steph
 

Who: A Servant
With: King Philip, Sarnai, Duchess Francesca
Where: Castle courtyard, King's City 
When: February 28th, evening

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"This man has an impressive talent, though. I'm sure any of the duchies would be pleased to have him." She turned to Philip, fixing him with a hopeful look as she continued, "My King, I would prefer he stay nearby, so I could easily commission him again . . ."
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A servant stepped forward along with those who came up to lift the rocking horse, curtstying low to both the King and the Consort. She wore a dress and cloak in the king's livery, hood modestly framing her face. 

"If it pleases the consort and His Majesty," she said with all the obeisance of a perfect servant. She waited to proceed until the king gave a nod of his head. "There's a carpenter's workshop in the Artisan's District that… closed recently, due to failure to pay taxes. I believe His Majesty has the deed on his desk and could sign it over now, to give this talented craftsman a place to work a mere stroll from the castle walls."

King Philip's smile grew only a touch at this news, only so much as would be appropriate for a noble in response to the words of a servant. "An excellent idea." He rose from his seat then, regal. "You know where to find this deed, yes?"

The hooded servant dipped again, nodding her head.

"Take me to it. I shall sign it immediately, for the one who has brought the brightest smile to my consort's face today," he declared.

The servant gave yet another curtsy, then turned to lead the way.

The King dipped and kissed Sarnai's cheek before he followed the servant into the castle and away from the line of gift givers, yet again leaving her alone to receive the gifts intended for her and her child.

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Re: Left My Baby Blue

Manda
 

 

King Philip: "Lovely, indeed!" *kissy face*


Sarnai couldn't quite stop the stiffening of her shoulders as Philip's arm wrapped around her and there was no doubt that a perceptive guest would pick up on her discomfort as she leaned in to reluctantly accept the kiss. This wasn't the sort of reaction she'd been hoping for when she'd sought to get his attention. She should have just continued to ignore him . . .


That regret was felt keenly, coupled with her thudding heart and queasy stomach, and as he released her Sarnai lowered her eyes. It took a staggering amount of effort to bring that pleasant smile back to her face and, of course, it ended up not mattering much anyway because Philip was still talking . . .


King Philip: "Do you know, my queen-to-be is a talented rider. I hope our child will be, as well!" … "You are a commoner?" And then shook his head. "This man has pleased my Consort. Give him a manor!"


Francesca: "I have a manor in need of a lord." … "If this man has pleased… the Consort, I would be honored to have him."


Sarnai turned surprised eyes to the King, unsure of what to make of his sudden generosity. If she had known that he would bestow gifts on those who'd pleased her, perhaps Sarnai's reactions would have been far more enthusiastic!


Her eyes narrowed slightly though, when the Duchess of the Plains spoke up. Altansarnai didn't care that Francesca was Philip's lover - it kept his hands off of her, after all - but there was something about the way the Duchess spoke that left the Consort feeling just a bit uncomfortable. As if she were the butt of some joke or there was an ulterior motive that she wasn't privy to.


"That is kind of you, m'lady," Sarnai spoke up, her gaze steady. It was easy enough to channel her discomfort into an icy sort of anger and maybe a tinge of spitefulness. "This man has an impressive talent, though. I'm sure any of the duchies would be pleased to have him." She turned to Philip, fixing him with a hopeful look as she continued, "My King, I would prefer he stay nearby, so I could easily commission him again . . ."


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Re: Make Him Free #hawkins #alessandra

Ben
 

As soon as the door to his cell opened, Hawkins stepped out and grabbed his buckler and cutlass. Holding the grips tightly, he gave the sword a few swipes, followed by some punches with the buckler. Everything seemed to be just as he had left it, meaning he was ready to take out anybody standing in his way. Knocking them out was preferable, but if it was a choice of them or him living, he’d much prefer it was him.


“Aye, lad.” Lookouts were always important for getaways. Stepping into the center of the hallway, he was nearly startled by a man stepping into the light of a nearby torch. Some lookout he turned out to be. The guard had walked up on them and nobody had noticed anything before it was too late..


Next thing he knew, there was a small click, almost immediately accompanied by the sound of running water. He had heard the rumors of a system installed to prevent prisoner escapes, but even this seemed a bit much. When the hall didn’t immediately start flooding though, Hawkins breathed a sigh of relief. At the very least, this meant they had until a guard activated the system.


Turning back to Alessandra and the young man, Hawkins looked on with worry. “Las, ye best not be planning what I think ye are.” He pointed his cutlass at her, and gave her a stern nod. “We’ll get out, but I expect ye to come find me in time.” In his heart, he knew how little of a chance was they’d make it out alive, but it was a hope he planned to hold on to. He had debts to repay, and this was one he didn’t plan to let go of lightly.


Looking to the young man, Hawkins pointed back to the stairs Alessandra had just run up. “Lad, that’s our best way out. I say we follow the lass and make for the gate. Chaos will cover our tracks. Have ye something to fight with? This could get ugly fast and I could use a sword by me side.”


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On Sat, Sep 15, 2018 at 8:15 PM Rachel Balla <rachelballa@...> wrote:

Hawkins: “Talent and skill ye say? Well should yer talent pay off, maybe ye can teach me later.” “Lass, when we get out of here, I’m makin’ for the coast. Should ye ever have need of me, look for me their first. Same to ye, lad. I owe ye me life, if ye get us out of here.”


Manfred: "Keep a look out" "Remember... head start...."  *ruuuuussshhh* "Well, shit".


Alessandra hardly believed the skill her young cell-neighbor displayed as he broke out of his cell, then started on her own. She reached through the bar and grasped his shoulder in a silent gesture of thanks as he worked, as if worried that verbalizations would distract him.


As she breathed deeply, trying to steady herself, she caught a scent - near the darkened doorway. A guard! Fuck! Her hand dropped to the bar and she let out a threatening growl, deep in her throat that exploded into a shouted bark when the soldier took a step into the light.


She must have spooked him because he withdrew quickly. Or maybe he was just calling for backup?


When her cage clicked open, Alessandra let out a sob of relief. The sound of rushing water caught her ears as well and for a handful of heartbeats, she didn't breathe, waiting for the flood to begin… But it didn't. Not yet, anyway. If she had to guess, she would say that even if her door unlocking triggered the filling of the levy, a guard would have to open the floodgates.


A guard like the one who had just gone running. Well shit was right.


She pressed the heel of her hand against the barred door, and it opened. The freedom was blissful, and for the moments it took her to step outside her cage, she relished it…


But she didn't pause. She backed out of the room as fast as she could, looking at her two companions because she supposed this would be the last time.


"Get Hawkins out, and I will give you as much a head start as I can," Alessandra affirmed. She kissed her hand and held it up to them in a warm kind of salute. She knew she wasn't going to get to the coast - she wouldn't even get to the castle gates. But this tiny sliver of freedom, these nine minutes, meant the world to her, and she said farewell as best she could. "Good luck, my friends!"


And she took off. It was dark, and she needed to use her hands to guide her until her sight adjusted, but soon she found a set of stairs upward…


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Re: Make Him Free #hawkins #alessandra

Rachel
 

Hawkins: “Talent and skill ye say? Well should yer talent pay off, maybe ye can teach me later.” “Lass, when we get out of here, I’m makin’ for the coast. Should ye ever have need of me, look for me their first. Same to ye, lad. I owe ye me life, if ye get us out of here.”


Manfred: "Keep a look out" "Remember... head start...."  *ruuuuussshhh* "Well, shit".


Alessandra hardly believed the skill her young cell-neighbor displayed as he broke out of his cell, then started on her own. She reached through the bar and grasped his shoulder in a silent gesture of thanks as he worked, as if worried that verbalizations would distract him.


As she breathed deeply, trying to steady herself, she caught a scent - near the darkened doorway. A guard! Fuck! Her hand dropped to the bar and she let out a threatening growl, deep in her throat that exploded into a shouted bark when the soldier took a step into the light.


She must have spooked him because he withdrew quickly. Or maybe he was just calling for backup?


When her cage clicked open, Alessandra let out a sob of relief. The sound of rushing water caught her ears as well and for a handful of heartbeats, she didn't breathe, waiting for the flood to begin… But it didn't. Not yet, anyway. If she had to guess, she would say that even if her door unlocking triggered the filling of the levy, a guard would have to open the floodgates.


A guard like the one who had just gone running. Well shit was right.


She pressed the heel of her hand against the barred door, and it opened. The freedom was blissful, and for the moments it took her to step outside her cage, she relished it…


But she didn't pause. She backed out of the room as fast as she could, looking at her two companions because she supposed this would be the last time.


"Get Hawkins out, and I will give you as much a head start as I can," Alessandra affirmed. She kissed her hand and held it up to them in a warm kind of salute. She knew she wasn't going to get to the coast - she wouldn't even get to the castle gates. But this tiny sliver of freedom, these nine minutes, meant the world to her, and she said farewell as best she could. "Good luck, my friends!"


And she took off. It was dark, and she needed to use her hands to guide her until her sight adjusted, but soon she found a set of stairs upward…


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Re: Puppy Dog Tails #Marcus #Kyky

Rachel
 

"There was a guard here earlier," Kyky whispered, bewildered, as they passed the threshold to the dungeon with no interference. Maybe the party was distracting the soldiers, and they were sneaking off duty to grab food or drinks? It didn't quite make sense…


Down the steps they went, and into a dark corridor, lit with only a few spare torches. Still, no one. Kyky looked at her partner, suddenly a bit suspicious. Had he bribed the guards to be out of the way? She didn't think so - he'd said he wasn't rich, even if he clearly cared about his friend. But maybe he was more important than he let on.


As they reached the below-ground landing, Kyky looked both ways. To their left, there was a heavy iron door, and then beyond it, rows of cells. Cells lined up to their right. Five paces ahead or so in front of them, there was another staircase… behind a barred gate. It wasn't hard to tell what that meant.


"This is probably where they keep the drunks and the pickpockets," Kyky speculated, looking back at her new partner. Groans and shouts of the prisoners echoed eerily off the stone walls. Tipping her head toward the stairs further downward, she added, "I'm guessing that's where they keep the dangerous prisoners."


Watching him closely, she asked: "So, where are we looking for your friend?"


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Re: Dance Magic, Dance #Theo #Bert #Brandy #Bridgette

Ben
 

Bert grinned as he caught his staff. It may not have lasted long, but he definitely threw off the knight with the staff’s compelling nature. But at the same time, the knight hadn’t been too far off with his gloating. He had embellished a little bit, but not for the sake of stroking his own ego it seemed. More likely than not, it had been to impress the attractive barmaid.


Turning back to said barmaid, he caught a grin directed at someone behind him. He made a casual turn to look and see who could have caught the barmaid’s attention. Scanning the crowd didn’t make anyone immediately obvious, so he filed it away to ask about later.


Looking back to the knight and the barmaid, Bert spoke up again. “While she may not know, I for one do. If you look right over there, there’s a striped tent with a guard standing just out front. They should be taking participants whenever you’re ready. I believe they stop when the King stops taking guests, so you have some time.” He felt a little bad for pulling a fast one on the knight, so this was the least he could do.


“Sadly, gambling isn’t quite my style. But if you like, I can give you a bit of advice on the tournament.” Bert was already sure the knight was a good man. The answer he’d given to his question proved that. Now if he would just accept the advice, maybe he could give him a little edge in the fights.


Bert happily joined the toast. After all, they could be talking to the next champion for all he knew. “To our new friend! May you have fair fights and no injuries.” And with that Bert followed suit and took a long swallow of his ale.


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Bert: “I’m sorry sir, but I didn’t catch your name.” “How do you think your chances are in the coming tournament?”


Tristan: "I'm not sure if I'll win. I've never competed in a tournament here, but I'll fight harder than any other man there. I can promise you that."


Brandy expected a confident response, maybe the touting of victories and referencing tales told about his honors… typical Knight stuff. Usually, she found, they were more interested in getting laid than they were fighting wars - which made sense, Brandy always reasoned, given that Eventyr didn't have any external enemies to demonize like they did on Earth. She might have rolled her eyes at their bullshit morality, but they had muscles for days and Brandy didn't regret the nights she'd spent with Eventyr's knights. In fact, she'd sort of enjoyed poking holes in their morals - something that didn't work with pirates…


Speaking of - one familiar figure and his dual colored face caught her eye in the not-too-far distance. What could Captain Visser be doing this far inland, she wondered? She met his eyes, briefly, across the space, smirked flirtatiously, and then had to turn her attention back to her customers.


When the dark-skinned knight admitted his lack of experience, he piqued her interest. If he had never been a knight, why in the world had she assumed he was one? She was rarely wrong...


Tristan: "Nice walking stick you've got there," "Do you know where I can sign up for the tournament, m'lady?" "That is...if it isn't too late."


The knight shoved the walking stick back at the sheriff… almost pointedly. She had seen too much here in Eventyr to suppose nothing was going on, but she eyed the noble with fresh suspicion. Who exactly was he waiting for, she wondered?


"No - no idea. I'm no squire," Brandy joked in return, placing a hand on her hip as if to suggest she was too feminine for that job - if there were lady squires, she hadn't seen one, but she didn't live in Eventyr full time. She had been to a couple of tournaments, but hadn't the slightest how the competitors came to be there. It couldn't have been hard to find out, though.


"I could find out," she said, when a lull allowed her the luxury of another drink of her own. With a smile and a tinge of confidence to her voice that bordered on prophecy, she said, "I think you might do better than anyone expects. I'll put my coins on you." She stepped into raise her glass to the knight's, and roped the sheriff into the toast, elbowing his side in a gentle, playful manner. "To our champion? Aye!"


And she tipped back the mug.


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Re: Dance Magic, Dance #Theo #Bert #Brandy #Bridgette

Rachel
 

Bert: “I’m sorry sir, but I didn’t catch your name.” “How do you think your chances are in the coming tournament?”


Tristan: "I'm not sure if I'll win. I've never competed in a tournament here, but I'll fight harder than any other man there. I can promise you that."


Brandy expected a confident response, maybe the touting of victories and referencing tales told about his honors… typical Knight stuff. Usually, she found, they were more interested in getting laid than they were fighting wars - which made sense, Brandy always reasoned, given that Eventyr didn't have any external enemies to demonize like they did on Earth. She might have rolled her eyes at their bullshit morality, but they had muscles for days and Brandy didn't regret the nights she'd spent with Eventyr's knights. In fact, she'd sort of enjoyed poking holes in their morals - something that didn't work with pirates…


Speaking of - one familiar figure and his dual colored face caught her eye in the not-too-far distance. What could Captain Visser be doing this far inland, she wondered? She met his eyes, briefly, across the space, smirked flirtatiously, and then had to turn her attention back to her customers.


When the dark-skinned knight admitted his lack of experience, he piqued her interest. If he had never been a knight, why in the world had she assumed he was one? She was rarely wrong...


Tristan: "Nice walking stick you've got there," "Do you know where I can sign up for the tournament, m'lady?" "That is...if it isn't too late."


The knight shoved the walking stick back at the sheriff… almost pointedly. She had seen too much here in Eventyr to suppose nothing was going on, but she eyed the noble with fresh suspicion. Who exactly was he waiting for, she wondered?


"No - no idea. I'm no squire," Brandy joked in return, placing a hand on her hip as if to suggest she was too feminine for that job - if there were lady squires, she hadn't seen one, but she didn't live in Eventyr full time. She had been to a couple of tournaments, but hadn't the slightest how the competitors came to be there. It couldn't have been hard to find out, though.


"I could find out," she said, when a lull allowed her the luxury of another drink of her own. With a smile and a tinge of confidence to her voice that bordered on prophecy, she said, "I think you might do better than anyone expects. I'll put my coins on you." She stepped into raise her glass to the knight's, and roped the sheriff into the toast, elbowing his side in a gentle, playful manner. "To our champion? Aye!"


And she tipped back the mug.


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Re: Make Him Free #hawkins #alessandra

turksgirl
 

Hawkins : “Talent and skill ye say? Well should yer talent pay off, maybe ye can teach me later.”

Manfred wanted to laugh at that, his mother would be angrier than a cut snake if he gave away her old trade secrets. And no one wanted to piss off his mother, she make the royal guard look like a bunch of bumbling school boys. His slim fingers pulled a pair of hand wrought metal tools from his belt. which the young man set about to bypass the tumblers of the lock.

Alessandra: "A head start," "I don't know how long until the change. If I had to guess I would say…" "Twenty minutes."

Hawkins: “Better speed things up, just to be safe.” “Lass, when we get out of here, I’m makin’ for the coast. Should ye ever have need of me, look for me their first. Same to ye, lad. I owe ye me life, if ye get us out of here.”

Manny looked up at the bearded man with a mildly surprised expression. No one had ever offered him anything freely, even when he was doing a good deed. The lock made a popping sound and he pulled the door open easily, before biting his lower lip to look over Alessandra's door again.

Maybe he should go while the getting was good, he was ahead of the game why ruin it for a stranger? The so-called pirate should be distraction enough... "Keep a look out" Manfred said sounding confident as he poked a lock pick carefully into the complex lock.

"Remember... head start...." Manny said as he began to think maybe the werewolf's cell was beyond his skills. His mother would have his hide for such a defeatist attitude. Oh he did so love a challenge, one of these days it would be his downfall.

But not today, he grinned as the lock clicked open...... right before the low rumble of water. "Well, shit".

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Re: Jump Magic, Jump! #Bridgette #Theo

Steph
 

Who: Theo
With: Red, others
Where: Silver Tankard Wagon, Riverside Avenue, Artisan's Quarter, King's City
When: Thursday, February 28th, 872 RoK (Reign of Kings)

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"You said you're from the city, right? Can you show us around? I haven't been here in..." she glanced around evasively, "a very long time."
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Theo politely tipped his head to the little pixie with the big name. Asteria. She did have a little bit of a glitter around her like the stars, he supposed.

As for Red's request. Well…Oops. Theo had fortunately just lifted his glass to drink, so he had something to cover his expression and give himself a moment. He hadn't lied when he was from the city. It just wasn't this particular city. And he'd only wandered around a little bit since his arrival. He could try to fake it if Red knew nothing about the city, but he doubted he could maintain the act for long. She seemed too clever for that.

Doubly fortunate, a new arrival interjected.

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"Truth is, there ain't much to see," Zaire commented, slowing to a stop beside the table. "You seen one broad street lined with jugglers, you've seen 'em all."
"There are some sights better than others, though."
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"Beg to differ," Theo said, though he could have taken a different tactic. "When you learn how to look at a city, you see its history and its soul in the buildings and roadways. Even boroughs in the same city are vastly different." 

He followed Zaire's gaze over to Brandy and gently tipped his glass in her direction, a subtle acknowledgement, an agreement with Zaire's words.

"This one, if I'm being honest, I'm still learning. I'm from the other city," he said--hoping that either Red or the newcomer would supply him with an appropriate city to be from. Cue practical NPC dialogue. "I'm Theo," he added. "Well met."

Was there something about the newcomer that made Theo think about pirates? Possibly. But he wasn't the most expert in historical fashion, let alone in Eventyrian styles.

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Re: Dance Magic, Dance #Theo #Bert #Brandy #Bridgette

Vincent Gonzales <alchemicalnonsense2578@...>
 

Tristan glanced back and forth between the barmaid and the sheriff, both hitting him with questions and found himself feeling...for lack of a better term, compelled to answer the question. "I'm not sure if I'll win. I've never competed in a tournament here, but I'll fight harder than any other man there. I can promise you that." 

Sparing a brief glance at the staff, the knight found the sheriff's hesitance to take it back as odd. Peculiar, as he was sure he would have kept flirting and playing at his bravado a bit more for Brandy rather than straight up tell her he might lose. What was that...? Turning his attention to Bert, he tossed the staff back towards the noble lightly. "Nice walking stick you've got there," he noted with a long glance, wondering just how much like a fantasy novel this world was...God, how he wished his grandmother was here with him, with her knowledge of old fairy tales. Not only for her knowledge, but for the fact that he was certain she'd enjoy the hell out of this. 

"Do you know where I can sign up for the tournament, m'lady?" Tristan asked Brandy, redirecting the conversation again before it got too off track. "That is...if it isn't too late."

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Re: Puppy Dog Tails #Marcus #Kyky

Vincent Gonzales <alchemicalnonsense2578@...>
 

As Kyky further asserted herself into his business of freeing his friend, he only grinned in response. The gamble, as it were, had paid off, and he'd hooked her in completely now. He knew, with some certainty, that this girl would follow him into the literal depths of this castle to help him on his little quest for no other reason than the fact that he had told her she didn't have to. Marcus began to wonder if reverse psychology was a common term or tactic in Eventyr as the pair navigated across the vast hall and towards the dungeon entrance. 

The door was, remarkably, unguarded and unlocked, and Marcus escorted himself and his new friend down the stone steps, moving quieter now, at a slower pace. There were bound to be guards down here somewhere...


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