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Re: Scars Left on my Heart #James #Malia #Kyky #manfred #rafael

turksgirl
 

Who: Kyky, Rafael, Manny - James, Malia 

Where: Throne room of Northern Castle 
When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening

Manny Wearing (the sexy beast): https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/4b/fc/7b4bfc0f6577e441a618551158e5a93b.jpg
Just Kidding This too: https://twitter.com/LARPINN/status/864494557802770432/photo/1


His hooves rang out loudly on the polish stone floors of the Northern Castle. Manfred found it strange that the former Duke of the East chose to live here with his new wife rather than the great fortress in the woodlands that were his home. The centaur swatted his long tail at a servant that followed too closely, giving a low snort in warning. 

He was a stallion in every sense of the word, and wasn't about to let anyone get too hands on (even if their intentions were well meaning) with his herd. Which at that moment consisted of Rafael and Kyky, who walked on either side of him. The young noble was the picture of confidence, but Manny's horse like senses picked up something underlying... He wasn't sure what.

But Kyky's nervousness was easy to detect, even more so when her hand rested behind his withers. The centaur gave a gruff nicker, that rumbled out of him with a distinct crooked smirk of his mouth. His legs pranced, metal shod hooves ringing out making servants step back. 
He was already annoyed to be wearing a shirt along with his usual leather jerkin. But the North was cold, and nobles could be finicky.

They entered the throne room...


Kyky: "King Castille. Queen Von Oehsen," Kyky greeted. "We are honored…" that was the respect, "and excited," that was the pitch, "to be here." 


Rafael: "Your Majesties," Rafael said, bowing low in an outward show of respect that he didn't actually
feel. "Thank you for seeing us."

Manfred let one forelimb slid under him and dipped himself down in an equine type of bow, "Your graces". He was glad his hair hide his eyes as he stared at the man on the throne. His gaze shifted to the beautiful woman seated by his side noting how they contrasted and yet seemed to fit together easily as a couple. Power practically radiated from them in different subtle manners.

He felt like a colt staring down a pair of wolves.


James Castile allowed his head to nod at the group in acknowledgement. His chair was adorned with the pelts of werewolves and other trophies, and he wore his armor which was a typical sight even under royal cloaks and adornments. He looked much the same as the last time he saw Rafael Gonzalo in the King's city, maybe a little harder around the eyes... Except for the strange crown of metal and wood that symbolized the two realms under his rule upon his head.

His and his Queen.

"We are pleased to see you safely arrived from your travels, General" James replied gesturing for them to come closer. His mouth curled at Rafael, they had old history but the king's face was a mask of stoic politeness. "Young lady..." now his mouth curled into something genuine at her words, how long had it been since someone said they were excited to see them? She reminded him of his youth, of what he used to be and the smile faded. His brow arched slightly at the centaur, a rather unexpected guest. "Good sir..." James said eyeing the half horse as if he might want to add him to his stable of fine steeds.

The Green King's one hand was un-gloved and lazily fondled his queen's hand, in a seemingly human connection of affection. "We welcome you to our realm" he stated and shifted to lean his armored bulk toward his Queen in a clear sign of their unity, as well that she always had his ear. But at the moment they held his attention...


James Wearing (his armor of course) and : 
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Re: A Beauty Half-Betrayed #Andy #Theo #Zaza

Silvy <afranklin09c@...>
 

Who: Zaza

With: Andy, Theo

Where: The Witch Queen's Palace, the Jewel of the Desert

When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening


The day had been spent draped in light, pale blue fabrics to keep the sun off her skin, an old familiar tune that had been easy to slip back into. She had spent years of her life in the heat and the sand of the Southern Desert, made her home in it, and she could only give so much in the way of advice in how to deal with the grit of the sand and the burn of the sun bearing down on them. Too much more of it was simply knowing how to put up with it.


Thankfully, once they made it to the palace, there were plenty of shaded places to linger, and even just having running water nearby seemed to make the place seem cooler in comparison. So as they waited, she loosened the gauzy scarf around her hair and face, working her jaw as the fabric unraveled and let her ears free. "V--" Her gaze cut sideways to fix on Theo, brows furrowing for a moment. 


"Well I wasn't," She chided, half teasing and all serious! "I don't think..." Zaza's dark eyes traveled round to Andy, as she sought to brush her hair out and around the low-sweeping, anxious curves of her ears. She didn't want to hide them... it wasn't as though the Witch Queen wouldn't know what to expect. "I don't think there would be vampires out this far, do you?" 


It seemed to her a long way to travel, and even if by night there would be a danger of catching some sun on one side or the other of the trip. "Maybe in a box," She mumbled thoughtfully to herself as she made her way closer to a fountain that seemed to glitter even as she reached out to run her hands under the flowing water. 


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Re: Still There Are Darkened Places #Liam #sarnai #Brandy #Killick

Manda
 

Who: Liam, Sarnai, Killick, Brandy

Where: The Bowels of the Northern Castle

When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening

Sarnai Wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/45/df/8245dfe7161e5232e04d268038130084.jpg 


Sarnai was on edge. 


From the safety of the People's City this had seemed a great idea. It was an opportunity to, possibly, destabilize the NorthEast. It was also, from a more selfish perspective, a chance for Sarnai to fuck with James and Malia and, maybe, she was just a bit bored. Yes, she had plenty of responsibilities in the People's City and they certainly kept her busy, but it was rare for her to venture past the borders, to stretch her legs - metaphorically speaking - and put her more physical skills to use. 


So, she'd insisted on joining the delegation - a decision that Killick had explicitly disagreed with - and right up until their arrival, she'd thought it was a splendid idea. Now though . . . well, now she was realizing that she'd been beyond stupid. She'd walked straight into the lion's den and may as well have hung a steak around her neck. At any point she could be recognized and would the Peacekeepers be enough to keep Malia and James from taking her into custody? Could they stop the royal pair from poisoning her food or drink?


Liam: "We'll have to be fast to take the guards down and get their key without allowing them to raise an alarm," ... "I can try my hand with the lock, but I'd be much more confident that we'll be able to get in if we have the key in hand."


Sarnai's first instinct was to simply kill the guards, but nothing raised an alarm quicker than bodies, so she forced her hand to relax it's grip on the dagger at her waist and settle instead on Killick's lower back. Not every problem had to be solved with violence, she reminded herself. She settled her eyes on Brandy. "Anything in your bag of tricks?" she asked the bartender. 


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Re: Scars Left on my Heart #James #Malia #Kyky #manfred #rafael

Manda
 

Who: Kyky, Rafael, Manny - James, Malia 

Where: Throne room of Northern Castle 

When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening

Rafael Wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/c3/43/0dc343a644cb0d9bd868f403a8307a26.jpg 


Outwardly, Rafael was the picture of calm. His face was carefully neutral, his shoulders relaxed; this was just another day, another meeting of the minds, or so he told himself. Truth was, the only place he wanted to be less than here was standing in front of Francesca Rossi. 


He hadn't liked James Castile when they were boys - though some of that may have been jealousy at first - and he certainly hadn't liked him when he'd become the Green Duke. Now that James was King? Well, Rafael found that he liked him even less than he had before. No man that morally corrupt should hold such power, though he was hardly the first in Eventyr's history. 


And Malia wasn't much better. No matter how many dealings Rafael had with the Queen, or how kind and reasonable she seemed to be, he'd never forget that afternoon in his father's quarters when she'd made her ambitions crystal clear. Or when she'd ordered the execution of Sarnai's father . . .


Feeling Kyky's eyes on him, Rafael returned her glance. She was anxious, her breathing even in an attempt to settle her nerves but her smile was encouraging. They were in this together, it seemed to say, and they'd get through it together. His eyes flicked to Manny and he gave the centaur a nod. 


Then the door was opening and the time for silent camaraderie was past, leaving the three of them to stride into the room with a confidence that Rafael wasn't sure any of them actually felt. 


Kyky: "King Castille. Queen Von Oehsen," Kyky greeted. "We are honored…" that was the respect, "and excited," that was the pitch, "to be here." 


"Your Majesties," Rafael said, bowing low in an outward show of respect that he didn't actually feel. "Thank you for seeing us."


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Nothing but a Shadow in the Night #Jaya #Oseanie #zaire

Manda
 

Who: Zaire, Jaya, Oseanie

Eventyr Date: May 16, 877 ROK

Primary Location: Island of the Pirates

Weather at Primary Location: very hot, over 90 degrees most days, and the rainy season lies just ahead, leaving the air heavy with moisture. The occasional rainstorm always threatens, and will take root in daily afternoon showers breaking up the sunny days within a month or so.

Moon Phase: New moon

Zaire Wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/5e/f1/3f5ef14276c7a53959074828c29152aa.jpg 


A stay in the local dungeon. A wicked hangover. An early diagnosed case of the Clap. 


Each, Zaire couldn't help but think, would be preferable to the words Cap'n? Peacekeeper sails on the horizon. But it was those very words that had interrupted the Pirate King's breakfast just that morning, leaving him scowling into his ham and eggs and regretting ever giving them permission to enter his waters. He couldn't exactly turn them away, though, not after answering their request to visit with a yes, so instead he'd given Eloise the freedom to welcome their visitors as she saw fit and resigned himself to being King Zaire for the duration of their stay rather than Captain Visser.


"I'll plan a welcome," Eloise had decided right then at the table. She'd set aside her breakfast and whisked away, pausing only for a second to press a kiss to Dira's voluminous curls as she passed.


Eloise made a good Queen - Zaire had admitted that years ago - but he still loved to watch her as she took up the mantle to greet Jaya and her delegation, smiling and laughing and inquiring over those she'd met and even those whom she knew by name only. She was busy though and soon it was back to ordering tents erected, kegs of ale and bottles of rum brought to the beach, seeing that the pigs were crisping on their spits and the clams being properly steamed. 


In a matter of hours, the beach came alive with music and dancing, drinking and loud bawdy singing, the occasional fight or pair of lovers sneaking off into the sunset to find privacy. Children chased each other through the waves, their screams of delight mixing with the cacophony of barks from the dogs that kept pace, while the teenagers crowded around the bonfires with their own bottles of rum to pass around. 


Here in the King's tent, things weren't quite as relaxed though. Oh, Zaire was trying, without a doubt, and even had his youngest son on his knee as he finished his meal, but the Peacekeepers rarely brought good news. In fact, he'd noticed that when they had bad news to share, they often sent someone he was fond of - like his Brandy-love. Or Jaya. His crew knew this and he had the sneaking suspicion that was precisely the reason why Mr. Alby had plopped Sidro onto his lap when they'd sat down to eat. 


"What brings ya 'ere then, Jaya?" Zaire asked suddenly, his eyes going to his guest as he absently presented a sweet biscuit to his son, who snatched it in greedy little hands. "Missed me, aye?" There was a wink, a smirk that flashed a gold incisor, but there was also a lack of sincerity in the action, like he'd done it more out of habit than anything else. He was distracted, perhaps a bit on edge by the way Oseanie had been chafing at his side for most of the evening, and certainly wary of whatever answer the Peacekeeper would give . . . 


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Scars Left on my Heart #James #Malia #Kyky #manfred #rafael

Rachel
 

Who: Kyky With: Rafael; Manny - James, Malia Where: Throne room of Northern Castle When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening
Kyky knew her breathing was audible. 
In… ooooouuuut. In…. ouuuut.  She had been told this would settle her nerves; she didn't know, because her nerves didn't feel very settled. 


They were about to engage with now-King James Castile. He had a reputation a mile wide - some of it demonstrably true and some not. The tales of how he had tortured marauders and miscreants in his regions were legend. But so were his credits for taking down werewolves. 


Not to mention those that said he was a Changeling, or a victim of the Witch of the East. 


Word was that he ruled with an iron fist, and yes, his men were loyal, but they tended to be as cruel as he was. The people were too desperate to challenge his rule. This told Kyky that his power was great, but far from absolute. 


Some said he was indestructible. There were stories of his tangle with one of the infamous winged vampires, right in front of all the crowds… 


But Rafael had been there, that day, too, and Kyky's gaze slid to her partner. She wished, desperately, that she could have followed him into the throne room. He was armed with a family name and a fierce record of tousling with creatures… 


But no, today she had to lead him into the room. His history with Castile - their shared former fiance the least of them - would present too many complications, but his knowledge, expertise, and noble-as-hell name were essential tonight. So Kyky paused from steeling herself in front of the doors to the Northern throne room to cast her fellow-founder a warm glance… and, even though she felt nothing but anxiety, a warm smile of reassurance crossed her lips. She couldn't imagine what he was feeling. 


And then she spared the same short moment to unclasp her hands and reach up to run a palm over Manny's side. He was their "muscle," and no one could argue he was imposing as you could come. Even the NorthEastern guards outside the door, fully outfitted with swords in hand, would have been flattened in a single kick from the centaur at her side. But somehow, the warmth and texture of him under her hand settled her racing heart. 


The door was opening, and Kyky drew her hand back quickly to pick up her skirts and glide into the throneroom as gracefully as possible. She paused, halfway to the throne, and offered her best curtsey - painfully aware of her common upbringing and how very unworthy it might have been to someone born royal… 


And then felt that anxiety release, ever so slightly, knowing the caliber of the men who flanked her.


"King Castille. Queen Von Oehsen," Kyky greeted. "We are honored…" that was the respect, "and excited," that was the pitch, "to be here." 


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A Beauty Half-Betrayed #Andy #Theo #Zaza

Steph
 

Who: Theo
With: Andy, Zaza
Where: The Witch Queen's Palace, the Jewel of the Desert
When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening

Theo wasn't sure what he liked least about this whole excursion, but the fact that he was sober was definitely close to the top of the list. He knew, logically, that he had to keep a clear mind in order for his abilities to work to their fullest, in order to keep an eye out for immanent threats to his safety, in order to discern if the Witch Queen intended them harm. Not to mention, she'd probably smell the hypocrisy on his breath and curse him. She was a dangerous woman, not to be taken lightly.

But sobriety had left him with headaches the whole dusty, gritty journey down here, and the headache of having the girl he shared his mental space with chiding him for his flippant behavior lately. Minnie did not approve of Theo abusing the fact that he had easy access to cleansing rituals as an excuse to get away from the burdens that came with being somehow supernaturally blessed with a pure heart. All of his internal conflicts were just made worse by the fact that he was on this mission along with his childhood crush (who he still didn't know how to really talk with like they used to before she got married and then the world went sideways) and his uncle (who was no longer secretly an assassin but still had all the perception of an assassin).

They'd come by river, at least, but even traveling upriver through the desert, the wind caught the sand and flung it at you, and it got absolutely everywhere. It only grew more and more oppressively hot the further south their ship went, until they finally docked at the Jewel of the Desert, the capital of the Southern Desert and home of the Witch Queen. The Witch Queen's welcoming committee escorted the Peacekeepers to her palace, led them to their quarters, provided them with water to wash up and food to eat, and notified them to go to a particular garden once the evening sun stated setting and the air cooled somewhat.

So, now they were waiting in a surprisingly lush green garden with at least three sparkling fountains pained blue to make the water in them sparkle all the more brightly. Fruit-bearing fig trees dotted the garden here and there, and white star jasmine climbed lattices and sent out a heady floral scent. Other flowers in a rainbow of colors bloomed in beds. It was all so well-cared for that it encouraged a sense of wonder. So much life grew here in such a barren place.

The sky wouldn't hold on to sunlight for too much longer, but at least as the sun sunk lower and the shadows grew longer, the air was cooler, too. All they needed was for the Witch Queen to arrive, so this meeting could start. Sooner all this was done, the sooner he could be safe in the Island Castle in the People's City.

"An evening meeting like this. Are you not worried about vampires?" Theo asked aloud--the question more aimed to the voice in his head than either of his companions, though maybe Andy and Zaza had input there, too. 

*They don't tend to venture into the desert. Too little protection from the sun. You shouldn't have to worry about that,* Minnie whispered back, the voice that only Theo could hear.

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Still There Are Darkened Places #Liam #sarnai #Brandy #Killick

Steph
 

Who: Liam
With: Sarnai, Killick, Brandy
Where: The Bowels of the Northern Castle
When: May 16, 877 ROK - Evening

When Liam got the message from home that his old childhood friend Hugh had gotten lost in the Deep Woods, he'd figured that was the end of it and mourned with everyone else. When he'd gotten a second message that Hugh came back--and shortly after, that Hugh had somehow ended up captured by King James of the NorthEast, he'd been concerned enough to take action. Something had happened out there in the Deep Woods, something that it seemed the king did not want people to know about, and Liam wanted to know what.

He was glad to have Killick along, healer that he was, and Sarnai and Brandy rounded out their little team well. They'd come along with the delegation but kept their heads down--just helping with the horses and the baggage and such. No need for anyone to take any sort of particular note of them. Liam hadn't done a lot while he'd been part of the Marauders, but there was still the off chance someone might recognize him, or Queen Malia and King James might have figured out ways to ferret out werewolves in human form.

Fortunate that it was a new moon and his inner-wolf was relatively calm.

Discreet common clothes as they all were, it wasn't too hard to break away from the stables and head toward the depths of the castle. This next part was where Liam expected the plan to fall apart. Ahead, two guards flanked the heavy steel-banded wooden doors that separated the castle dungeon from the rest of the castle. They had to get through those doors.

"We'll have to be fast to take the guards down and get their key without allowing them to raise an alarm," Liam mused softly to his companions from where they stood around a corner, out of the guards' line of sight. "I can try my hand with the lock, but I'd be much more confident that we'll be able to get in if we have the key in hand."

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Re: All Tied Up, No More Love #Oseanie #zaire

Rachel
 

Calder: "What?" 


Oseanie responded with what was probably the least seductive of shrugs, with her shoulders going up and down with no kind of rhythm and her hands flailing awkwardly. But even if Calder hesitated, he knew what to do… 


Because he did it. He kissed her. 


Honestly, the experience was more cerebral than Oseanie had hoped. She became aware of Calder's breath, his scent, and the way they both affected her own body - which wasn't unpleasant or insubstantial. She just didn't know what to do with it. Had they been celebrating a prize or something, she might have wanted to trust liquor and a friend in their exploration but…. 


When Oseanie's keen eyes did flutter open, more green sails on the horizon distracted her from Calder. He probably deserved her attention, or, at the least, some response from whatever their kiss had arisen… 


On the horizon - opposite the one with a ship in pursuit - there were now two lying in wait. Green sails as tall as ten or fifteen men left no question as to the fact.


Damn, Oseanie frowned. She was going to die on her first voyage. 


When she looked back at Calder, an analytical emptiness dominated her expression. She was worried about getting down to the deck to help… but, knowing Oseanie, if her haste would have mattered, she would have taken it. But instead, she cast a glance to the sky and stepped closer to Calder, with a series of quicker kissses - tongue, lips, air; tongue, lips-lips, air… 


And then that was it. Oseanie didn't know what to say; her emotional reaction would take who-knew-how-long to dissect. But she did know that this interaction had been good, and that she was happy. She hoped Calder was, too, as she turned away from him and hurried her way down the rigging to the deck. 


At this angle, it was harder to see in the direction they were going. Oseanie spoke loudly, but she found her father's eyes when she did: 


"There are two ships ahead," Oseanie pointed… "Green sails."


In addition to the massive one behind. 


The Siren's Song was being cornered. 


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Re: We Wanted Everything, Wanted Everything #sarnai #Liam #Marcus #Killick

Manda
 

Liam: "We had different emphases in classes--he studied healing, I studied the more, ah, explosive side of alchemy," Liam answered. "But we got along well. He's dependable. A good friend in a place that has more than it's fair share of snakes."


Sarnai gave a vaguely annoyed twist of her lips as she tossed the last of the shell away and bit into the egg. She already knew all of that and had been hoping for something . . . more. She was about to ask another, more pointed, question when the opportunity passed with the arrival of Killick. He seemed to be looking for someone, made all the more apparent when his eyes flickered over she and Liam before moving on, but he stopped when Marcus also came into view. Had he been looking for the Warlord?


Marcus: "Lostchild," … "We're setting traps along the Northeast and West sides of the tree line to funnel in these bastards as much as we can. If you have any new science experiments that are ready, now is the time," ... "I won't force a new mother to fight. The noncombatants will be further up river, with a retinue of my men with word to retreat if things get bad. But we can use every fighter we've got," Marcus uttered. "No harm will come to your child, so long as I'm breathing, if you fight with us,"


Sarnai recognized the implied threat in the words: fight with us and I'll protect your son, sit the fight out and I make no promises. It wasn't wholly unexpected though and Sarnai hadn't been planning to wait in the wings with the non-combatants anyway. "I'll fight," she stated, absently running the pad of her thumb over the striped feathers of her arrows. 


"Is the Green Duke with his men?" she asked, wondering if she'd get the chance to put an arrow through that beast's eye. "And who's leading the Northern fighters?" It didn't even dawn on her that her question in itself threatened to betray the truth of who she was. Why would a whore care who was leading an army?


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Re: Burn your Biographies, Rewrite your History #Sanya #rafael #Kyky #manfred

Manda
 

Kyky: "We can keep up with them," … "I've heard this witch curses hypocrites," ... "How do you think the Queen of the West is going to fare with her?"


Manny: "Badly, I should think. But Rossi knows how to tell people what they want to hear...at least until actions say otherwise"


Rafael's eyes went to the centaur, brows twitching downward as he wondered just how well this man knew Francesca. Manny wasn't wrong in his assessment, the cwn annwn admitted, thinking about his last encounter with her and the lies that flowed from her mouth like a river. Sure, they were lies that had saved his life, but lies nonetheless . . .


Sanya: "If she were unable to control herself and her curses, she never would have lived long enough to amass the amount of power she has now," ... "If my grandmother is going to meet Duchess Francesca, I doubt it's just to curse her and be done. She'll hear the woman out. Anyone who gets between this meeting is at the greatest risk." … "Your concern for my parents is a kindness in dark times. The best I can hope is that they escaped before my grandmother's magic could touch them, and they're in hiding. Since they haven't gotten a message to me, though, I expect they're imprisoned, or that if they are cursed. Each has wronged her, by her accounting, so they would be vulnerable to her magic.. If you draw the Dune Witch's attention, the best thing to do is to be respectful and honest--no lies, no half-truths."


But which was the bigger threat? Rafael wasn't really sure. Though, he glanced up at the sun overhead, it was daytime; Francesca wouldn't be without protection but she'd hardly be able to draw a horde of vampires down upon them . . .


Eyes going back to Manny and Kyky, Rafael considered each of them. Kyky was capable, though hardly a warrior, but centaurs were known for their skill with bow and arrow and Manny handled his like he knew what he was doing. Sanya . . . well, Rafael wasn't sure what her fighting abilities were but her knowledge of the Witch of the Dunes was enough to rival his knowledge of the Queen of the West . . .


And it was entirely possible, though unlikely, that none of them would even have to draw a weapon. Though, if he had the chance, Rafael knew that he should take it and assassinate Francesca. Knowing and doing were vastly different beasts though.


"Francesca's strongest asset is her vampires," Rafael said after a moment. And her ability to lie and deceive, but it felt oddly personal saying that aloud. "With the sun as high as it is, even if she had some with her, they'd be significantly weakened." Still, until recently, Rafael hadn't thought vampires could fly so what if some could walk in the sun? "If they make an appearance, aim for the head and heart." He paused, considered, then reached into the pouch at his waist and handed out small bits of cotton - two to each person. "And if I tell you to block your ears, do it."


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Re: Go Make a Legacy, Manifest Destiny #James #Malia

turksgirl
 

Malia: "No matter what, we will retreat to Günstig Keep no later than four o'clock in the afternoon, to preserve the lives of our men against both the werewolves and succubi." 

Striding back toward their horses, Malia recalled James' account of his interaction with one of the once-virgin sacrifices. "The succubi you spoke to," Malia said, deliberately softening how she described the obviously violent encounter. "She alluded to a kinship with the Carniflowers, yes?" That was indeed disturbing, if it could be extrapolated out. "Do you think it possible the succubi might come to Marcus' - and the werewolves' - aid, when night falls?"

James nodded his approval of the use of the keep once the skies have darkened. The succubi and werewolves would hopefully be encumbered by the close quarters, and there were places to bottle neck the enemy into prepared traps. They had to use whatever advantage they could to preserve as many lives on their side, while taking from Marcus...

Malia's question pulled his attention from considering a way to bait the wolves, because they were a fairly large problem. He frowned slightly, "Francesca controls them somehow... And she hates me... they hate me... it would be strategically advantageous to rid herself of those that resist her rule". Neither side of him felt Francesca was a good queen for Eventyr.

James wanted to talk to her, try and make her see reason... Maybe there was something in him that held to what they had once been. But the Green Duke, the creature that had been part of him now for so long... It... He... He was livid, had been since Jocasta had said they were not green. Murderous really, if one could insult a spirit or whatever the Green Duke really was.

"Yes, at least one will come, if not more" he replied dryly. There had been eleven and now there were nine, perhaps Francesca would be more frugal with such a special resource. Or perhaps she would send all of them with Marcus to finally end him, and to take Malia with him? Or perhaps he would surrender to his own demon and lose the little bits of James Castile that still existed.

"We should hope for the best, and prepare for the worst".

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Re: We Wanted Everything, Wanted Everything #sarnai #Liam #Marcus #Killick

Steph
 

Who: Liam
With: Sarnai, Killick, Marcus
Where: Marauders Camp, Northern Duchy
When: March 28th, 872 RoK -- Morning

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"You were in school with Killick, yes? Did you know him well?"
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Liam had never really bothered with being coy about his research notes at college. If anyone else could read and decipher his thoughts and sketches, maybe they'd be up to converse about them, so when Sarnai leaned in a bit to glance at those notes, he didn't shift the angle or close his notebook up. He offered as warm a smile as he could muster with threat of attack looming so close.

"We had different emphases in classes--he studied healing, I studied the more, ah, explosive side of alchemy," Liam answered. "But we got along well. He's dependable. A good friend in a place that has more than it's fair share of snakes."

He smiled over toward Killick--who looked a bit distracted, not near but also not particularly far away. Before Liam could ask Killick what was on his mind, though, Marcus approached.

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"We're setting traps along the Northeast and West sides of the tree line to funnel in these bastards as much as we can. If you have any new science experiments that are ready, now is the time," ... "I won't force a new mother to fight. The noncombatants will be further up river, with a retinue of my men with word to retreat if things get bad. But we can use every fighter we've got," ... "No harm will come to your child, so long as I'm breathing, if you fight with us."
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Liam glanced down at the open research in his lap, sketches and diagrams of his handheld blasting powder weapons, then turned a few pages past it. There wasn't enough time to forge those complex things, after all. They were plans for another day.

"I've got some ideas for explosives triggered by tripwires, though that might be a bit dangerous for our own fighters if the exact volume of the blasting powder isn't measured precisely," Liam said. Calm, academic, analytical words. Inside, something beneath his skin was itching for anything but calm. "I might be able to balance a few exploding arrows, but their range will be limited, and we'd need solid archers to light and fire them. Killick's got a clever mind. He might be able to help me?"

He glanced over Killick and lifted an eyebrow, trying to make it clear that his question was invitation to work together, though not an obligation. Killick and Sarnai weren't out here because they believed in Marcus, after all. Liam would understand if neither of them had the same drive to fight.

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OOC: Sorry for the posting delays - end of quarter has been busy and oh so bumpy for me, but I'm in that last stretch and almost home free!


Re: Stay Up on That Rise, and Never Come Down #Jaya #Brandy #Tristan

Rachel
 

Tristan: "The path of least resistance," "We'd do best to try and avoid the thralls, if we can, or reason with them if we can't. But if they're too far gone, we're better off putting them out of their misery. We'll save more lives by killing the vampires than we will by letting ourselves get captured and fed on because someone gets squeamish at the last moment."


Those were people, Brandy wanted to argue, but she knew Tristan was right. They had to approach this as a zero-sum game: either they won, or the vampires did. And once night fell again, the game changed in their enemy's favor, and they couldn't risk that… 


Brandy knew she could deliver a killing blow, though.She wouldn't have the stomach for it.


But she could hand over the knife… watch the door... be complicit. Brandy could make peace with the idea of that much. She thought - she hoped. Or, hoped she hoped. It wasn't an easy idea to digest, even as much as she knew the importance of the task before them. 


Tristan: "What do we know about vampire weaknesses, aside from sunlight?"


Jaya: "We prioritize our lives first," "As for weaknesses, I've helped slay a few in the past. Decapitation, fire, totally taking out their heart--that seems to do it. I've never tried the other Dracula staples, like garlic." "Is there even garlic around these parts? I swear you've cooked with it before--or something close enough to it."


"Yeah, I don't think pasta's their vice," Brandy quipped. The truth was that she had no idea if garlic would be a deterrent… but somehow, she doubted it. There was a blurry sort of division between the stories from Earth and the realities of Eventyr. But, they didn't have Christianity here, so a cross wouldn't work. And Brandy couldn't think of any example of a vampire being put off by a strong smell here…


Only after this very practical, culinary approach did her eyes wander to Tristan. "Dracula" was such a common allusion to her, and Jaya such a familiar face, that it had taken her a moment to realize that their companion may not have been in on the joke.... 


Or maybe he was. It didn't hurt to push - Zaire had never gotten her jokes, but he hadn't called her a witch for them either. 


"You know any stories that might help?" Brandy asked. "Dracuia? Nosferatu? Lestat? Spike? Edward...?"

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Re: All Tied Up, No More Love #Oseanie #zaire

Manda
 

Oseanie: "You should kiss me,"


Calder reached the crow's nest just as ship behind them came into view but not even the impending threat could keep greenish-hazel eyes from snapping to Oseanie at her words. "What?" The word came out before he could stop it, not because he hadn't heard her clearly - because he definitely had - but because she hadn't shown even the slightest hint of interest in him the entire time they'd known each other. In fact, had it been anyone other than Oseanie, he may have thought she was fucking with him, but the Captain's daughter didn't joke the same way other people did. Hell, she didn't joke at all. 


Oseanie: "I want you to."


Calder's lips parted, his eyebrows lowered, and a sudden lump of nervousness settled somewhere in the middle of his gut, but he wasn't going to hesitate. He stepped closer to Oseanie, all of his attention on her, because the promise of violence and death would still be there thirty seconds from now, but this opportunity wouldn't be and he was determined to seize it. So, his tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips and he brought both hands up to cup her face and draw her in for the sort of kiss that years of fantasizing had perfected . . . 


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Re: Stay Up on That Rise, and Never Come Down #Jaya #Brandy #Tristan

Steph
 

Who: Jaya
With: Brandy, Tristan
Where: The Western Plains, approaching Lord Oskar's Manor
When: March 28th, 872 RoK

Jaya did have to admit that Brandy brought up a good point. As much as she wanted to be hopeful that the humans who'd hired them to deal with this threat would be all the humans they'd have to worry about, thralls were a problem. She felt a small sense of relief when Tristan picked up the question and offered the practical answer, even if it was the cruel one.

And, until she'd really started to think about the likelihood that there were more people from Earth than just the ones she'd encountered thus far, she would have been right on board with the sentiment. Now, she hesitated. How many of those thralls were New Yorkers getting a little fantasy fix over the holiday break? Was there any way to be sure?

If Eventyrians were descended from New Yorkers, did that mean their lives were worth any less?

And, what if one of those thralls shoved something into Jaya's hands and it left Jaya with that feeling of indebtedness that seemed to overtake her here sometimes.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on one of the knives she wore at her hip, anchoring herself in the moment. Worrying about those what-ifs wouldn't help.

"We prioritize our lives first," she decided. "As for weaknesses, I've helped slay a few in the past. Decapitation, fire, totally taking out their heart--that seems to do it. I've never tried the other Dracula staples, like garlic." She glanced over at Brandy. "Is there even garlic around these parts? I swear you've cooked with it before--or something close enough to it."

Name-dropping Dracula was intentional. She didn't know Tristan well, but maybe she could get a sense of whether he was from Earth or not from that. If he showed no recognition, she could brush it off as an old story from her home village.

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Re: We Wanted Everything, Wanted Everything #sarnai #Liam #Marcus #Killick

Vincent Gonzales
 

Who: Marcus
With: Liam, Sarnai, Killick

Where: Marauders Camp, Northern Duchy
When: March 28th, 872 RoK - Morning

The Marauders camp was a flurry of activity, as word spread down the line and back of the impending threat. For Marcus' part, he filled the role he had often delegated to Alessandra, what with her gift for leading the troops and organizing the chaotic mess that was a brigade of bandits and criminals. But with the death of his second and no clear successor for the role, Marcus moved through the camp, barking orders and receiving "yes sir's" in response at each stop. 

Have the wolves keep their distance and use the trees for cover, when and where they could.

Archers form a perimeter behind their melee fighters. 

See that every combatant and was fed and dressed, for who knew the next time they'd get a decent meal. And on and on the list had went. 

It wouldn't have been so mad, Marcus lamented, if they'd still have the element of surprise, but somehow  one of the messengers got out alive and would undoubtedly be reporting back to the Bitch of the North and the Green Duke that they knew the fight was coming. 

Marcus' eyes darted around the camp as he continued on down the line, still barking orders here and there until he spotted the young man he'd been looking for. "Lostchild," he called out, noting only after the fact that Liam sat with both Sarnai and Killick at his side. Good, one less person for him to search out for. 

"We're setting traps along the Northeast and West sides of the tree line to funnel in these bastards as much as we can. If you have any new science experiments that are ready, now is the time," Marcus said, as much an order as anything else that had come out of his mouth today. 

The Marauder's eyes moved to Sarnai, first to the child in her arms, then the bow and quiver. "I won't force a new mother to fight. The noncombatants will be further up river, with a retinue of my men with word to retreat if things get bad. But we can use every fighter we've got," Marcus uttered. "No harm will come to your child, so long as I'm breathing, if you fight with us," he added after a beat, knowing full well that would be the first protest Sarnai may have. 

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Re: Stay Up on That Rise, and Never Come Down #Jaya #Brandy #Tristan

Vincent Gonzales
 

"The path of least resistance," Tristan responded quietly, from his place taking up the rear of the pack where he could keep an eye on their trail and their surroundings more comfortably. He'd come armed for the fight, dressed in his usual armor, and was keenly aware that things were almost certainly going to lead to bloodshed sooner or later. But if they could avoid it, if even for a short while...

"We'd do best to try and avoid the thralls, if we can, or reason with them if we can't. But if they're too far gone, we're better off putting them out of their misery. We'll save more lives by killing the vampires than we will by letting ourselves get captured and fed on because someone gets squeamish at the last moment."

Tristan found his old military training and the mentality that came with it rearing up, here, as he found himself checking and re-checking his weapons. Sure, it was a sword, dagger, and crossbow instead of a sidearm and rifle, but the nervous tension in his gut was the same. This was something he knew. A familiar situation he felt almost too comfortable with. In Eventyr, he had friends. He had people who depended on him. He was skilled. Needed. And he could walk. 

If it weren't for his grandmother, he'd told himself over his most recent time back home, he'd probably just step through to Eventyr and never come back...

"What do we know about vampire weaknesses, aside from sunlight?" Tristan asked, trying to divert his thoughts back to the present, and separate fact from common fictions if he could. 

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Re: Go Make a Legacy, Manifest Destiny #James #Malia

Rachel
 


James: "Yes" "All of them" "We need crossbows and archers for the werewolves, make sure to take silver arrowheads and bolts. Lancers, and swordsmen. Divide the garrison" "Watch out for succubus too"


Malia nodded along and made certain her men were obeying James' demands as if she had issued them herself, although she had little more tactical experience than her close reading and re-reading of Ken Follet novels. With no real "other" - Eventyr appeared to be the only Kingdom in the land - battles of men facing men were relatively rare, but James knew his way around them, either from intellectual or practical experience. She was glad he was at her side. 


They were well-stocked, she knew, and silver weaponry would have to be used indiscriminately as they would not know precisely which Marauders were werewolves until after dark. It was expensive to throw a precious metal literally at the enemy, but they had no choice. She also knew that many of the men were apprehensive about facing werewolves. Hearsay suggested that you could catch their disease even if they weren't shifted - in fact, accused criminals had begun biting men-at-arms arresting them if any vulnerable flesh were within reach, in the hopes that the officers would panic and thus present a route for escape. So Malia spoke up, purposefully, adding, "No matter what, we will retreat to Günstig Keep no later than four o'clock in the afternoon, to preserve the lives of our men against both the werewolves and succubi." 


Striding back toward their horses, Malia recalled James' account of his interaction with one of the once-virgin sacrifices. "The succubi you spoke to," Malia said, deliberately softening how she described the obviously violent encounter. "She alluded to a kinship with the Carniflowers, yes?" That was indeed disturbing, if it could be extrapolated out. "Do you think it possible the succubi might come to Marcus' - and the werewolves' - aid, when night falls?"


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Re: All Tied Up, No More Love #Oseanie #zaire

Rachel
 

Zaire: "Fuck," "The river widens ahead. If we can get broadside, we'll pepper their hull an' sink 'em 'fore they catch us, girl." "They catch us an' we'll be boarded. That 'appens, ye stay at my side." 


"Aye, captain," Oseanie responded in haste before he disappeared, even though she wanted to point out that if they were boarded, the safest place for her was probably far away from him. If their captors made the connection between them, she would be in more danger, not less. 


For an uncomfortable moment, she was forced to actually ponder what might happen to her, if the ship was taken - she knew it would be worse than what Jasper Lambert had done because they would surely make certain she couldn't fight. The Easterners were likely far more experienced fighting in rivers than they were, and frankly it was a real possibility.


Oseanie's lips pursed, her eyes trained on the horizon and the small hints of the ship behind them. At just about the moment when Calder pulled himself up, it rounded the bend and came into full view. It sailed the green flag of the East clearly - it was an official ship of the Duke's, whose henchmen were known to be as ruthless as he. 


That meant this was no chance encounter, not an opportunistic one, either. They were being hunted. 


Oseanie knew she was needed on the deck for preparations, but she hesitated for an awkward moment as she turned to face the other teenage pirate. 


"You should kiss me," Oseanie said, the words as sure as they were deadpan. Her father had just told her that Calder thought she was beautiful, after all, and there was a real possibility they were about to die, or worse. They were the only two in their age group on the ship, and given how much time they spent together, it was only logical to assume they would eventually have tried kissing. The risk that the situation presented just sped up the process. 


She smiled, because she expected that would make her look more pleasant - kiassable - even though the truth was that she was scared. "I want you to." 


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