Topics

Jump Summaries February 28th - March 7th 872ROK

Rachel Balla
 

Kyky couldn't watch when Marcus ended his friend's life, but her heart broke for them both. Although usually the raw violence, blood, and gore of the King's body would have triggered Kyky's PTSD, the resolve to pass on a mother's love and Marcus's decisive resolve helped center her. Kyky helped Marcus take Jennifer's body back the way they came, and she chose to think of it as a burial at sea and not to think about how they would find her when they eventually drained the dungeon.


Then, it was time to escape. Kyky wanted to find Jaya who she had arrived with, but Jaya hadn't been a witness to the regicide or helped a werewolf almost escape. So, it made more sense to try to get out with Marcus and hope to find Jaya later. On their way out, they met two more fugitives from the dungeon - Manny and Hawkins - and, with rain, thunder, fear, and confusion as their cover, they managed to make their way out of the castle undetected.


Kyky was curious about her new companions and even moreso when she learned who Marcus truly was, so she travelled with them to the Eastern Forest and stayed with the Marauders. She and Marcus connected rather meaningfully, finding they had more in common than either of them expected when they crossed paths in at the royal party.


Hawkins, she found to be a little stand-offish at first. She would try to reach out, being friendly or helpful, and he would shut down, until one day she just called him out on it. Her straightfowardness wasn't typical of women in the Realm, so it caught Hawkins off-guard, but once he allowed himself to open up, they became fast friends. They'd dodged death together and now they were in a dangerous outlaw camp, an adjustment for Hawkins who had more on the line than Kyky did, and so she was glad to support and get to know him. She seemed to love the tales of his adventures and commiserating about the left-handed superstition that had plagued Hawkins throughout his career. Kyky knew people made jokes about being left-handed but no one on Earth took them seriously…


Kyky also connected with Manny (JP to come!).


Kyky did disappear for two days to travel home, attend class, do a social media search for Jeremy Hall, and check in with her family… but found herself back very soon, and Marcus's words on the pull of the Realm echoed deeply but Kyky rationalized. She had new friends, and political turmoil now unfolding in this new world fascinated her!

Rachel Balla
 

Malia was rather unnerved by the ongoing storm - she wasn't superstitious, no, but it was hard to separate the opening of the crown from the opening of the skies. The storm made travel impossible and the result was a busy inbreeding of fear, hostility, anger, and suspicion among the nobles who remained, only made worse by the fact that the Royal General and Scholar had not yet made their decision. Historically, this was not nearly as problematic as the court made it seem in their tense whispers. After all, it had taken a year to appoint King Belmont. Malia suspected they were waiting to appoint the Consort as Queen until the baby was born, although it was unlikely Sarnai would have wide support from the nobility without an experienced monarch at her side.


All the same, she made sure to send a kind gift to the Consort - a long, fluffy pillow crafted in the maternity designs Malia had seen on Earth - although she did not visit if not invited, unwilling to risk the embarrassment of being rejected.


While it was frustrating to be stuck in the city and Malia spent many of her days in the library, she kept close notes on all the power-players. The General and the Scholar were out of sight, but Malia's book hinted at them where her eyes and spies could not. Sarnai seemed withdrawn, in waiting. James was mourning, but still taking care of business. Sanya, the representative from the South, was studying and clearly had the closest relationship with the consort, which Malia resolved to keep an eye on. Francesca was never seen during the day, but even as she appeared more gaunt by the day, her beauty never waned…

 

Rachel Balla
 

Brandy led the way back to the Silver Tankard, the inn where she worked whenever her travels took her to King's City. She always made them a lot of money but rarely asked for much besides room and board, a very flexible schedule, and some creative license with the menu, so when she arrived after a successful day of sales and pulled strings to get rooms for her companions, the owners obliged. This was mostly fine until, after a long night spent in anxious theorizing and waiting for news, Jaya did in fact show up expecting to use the room she had paid for in advance… and found Brandy and Zaire there instead.


Awkward!


But Brandy made her apologies, smoothly as always, whipped up a five-star breakfast as penance and, as they ate, she hoped to pick Jaya's brain - did she know what had happened or what it all meant...?


Knowing that time moved differently, Brandy didn't sweat staying in Eventyr the week. Things were more interesting than normal, and Zaire looked… worried, and that made her hesitant to leave, and instead she spent the week running the kitchen and enjoyed showing off her culinary skills to the captain. When he told her that he thought the storm could be witchcraft, she initially laughed - but realized, quickly, that he could be right. She didn't know how magic worked here, just that if vampires were real then witches could easily be real, too.


They discussed, and when Zaire made a plan, Brandy found her way home - she was gone just a day in Eventyr, a few hours on Earth, making sure to cover her ass by making a post about being sick so no one would wonder why she wasn't around, and gathering supplies she thought they might need: masks to protect from sand, aloe vera for sunburns, miniature water bottles, protein bars, and more. When she returned to Eventyr, her items had transformed, but now she knew the purpose of each, and stowed them securely in her magical pouch.


Zaire chose a select team from his crew to join, while Brandy recruited Jaya and Red, the quirky girl from the street kiosk who happened to have a fairy willing to help with the fairy circles, which was a blessing because finding one in the storm would have been a pain. Brandy and Zaire went through the fairy circle together, hoping for the best, but even if you knew how you were leaving, you never knew where exactly you would end up.

 

Steph
 

Theo was somehow unsurprised to find Tristan at the Silver Tankard after being ushered there by Brandy, along with Red, Bert, and Zaire. He caught up with Tristan and expressed his disappointment that the festivities were being cut short. It would have been great to see his mentor knight actually jousting. He stayed up most of the night listening to the rumor mill. After all, when there was no clear course of action, one had to gather information from the NPCs. He made easy conversation with anyone who would lend an ear and learned that the storm began just about the same time that the castle drawbridges were raised. Rumors were spreading, and many pointed toward disaster in the castle.

Eventually, Theo tapped out and headed back to his home in New York City rather than sleeping over in Eventyr. He managed his usual business between schoolwork and music. When the next opportunity to hop through a fairy circle and back into Eventyr came, he was there. Upon his return, he learned about the King's death and the fact that the Royal Scholar and General are sequestered trying to determine who would be the next king.

Tristan, obviously, he decided when he found out about the missing Crown Princess Bridgette. Here was a quest worth embarking on! He put all his enthusiasm into persuading Tristan and Bert to join him in an attempt to track down any sign of the Crown Princess to restore her to her proper place in this dire time of need. Their quest takes them first toward the north, where dragons reside. After all, where better to look for a lost princess than with dragons?

Steph
 

Sanya allowed herself to be sequestered for the night. As much as she wore the mantle of Duchess that night, she knew her place and knew when and how far to assert the authority that the mantle granted her. Cooperating was in her best interest. Once the morning came and the threat of getting mauled by a werewolf diminished greatly, she began working with the castle scholars to locate a detailed map of the castle and create a more systematic search plan of obscure corridors within the castle, working with the Northern Duchess and the Green Duke.

When the dungeon flood receded and the werewolf was found inside--bloated from long exposure to water but still identifiable--so many questions remained. At around lunchtime, Moswen wandered to Sanya's side. The cat kept its mistress company as Sanya continued trying to work through this increasingly puzzling mystery.

She began to piece together the sequence of events, keeping the Consort Sarnai apprised of her line of questioning as she did. The craftsman the king had been with prior to his death proved to be alive, if a bit panicked. He had the paperwork signing over the artisan's shop to him. Servants, too, verified that they had escorted the craftsman back out into the courtyard and the king had been alive when they left.

True, the failsafe had a slight delay to give guards time to escape certain death--but would that delay be long enough for a werewolf to escape? And if the werewolf had completely cleared the dungeon before the flooding, why would she go back into the dungeon to die? Though Sanya felt questions remained, she agreed with the decision to keep the finer points of inquiry out of the public eye. The kingdom needed stability, and stability didn't come from questioning whether or not the king's mauled body was actually mauled by a werewolf.

Still, Sanya had one certain conclusion: There was a conspiracy here. She encoded a message for her mother and father and sent it via their very private network of spies to keep them apprised of the goings-on. Then, for the most part, it was back to classes again. The storm was unyielding, but not quite fierce enough to cancel classes.

Certain philosophical debates have been ongoing on campus, especially in the last couple of days, especially those spurred by headmaster Oskar Von Essen of the School of Economics. Sanya has tried to keep out of it, noble that she is, but she's still quite fascinated by the doubts and questions various scholars have surrounding current events. She looks forward to listening to Von Essen give his public lecture and seeing where it leads the conversation.

Steph
 


Jaya stayed the night in the Royal Castle playing the part of a servant. She got to eavesdrop on all kinds of interesting conversations because of it, but she was still eager to slip away in the morning once the guard around the castle relaxed. The last thing she wanted was to stay long enough for anyone to really notice her beyond being just another servant in the castle.

Exhausted she headed back to the Silver Tankard with every intention to get some real rest, but instead of fresh bedding, she found Brandy and Zaire sleeping in her bed. (She didn't murder them. The thought crossed her mind. But she didn't murder them.

Once she got some sleep, she came down to the taproom to the news that the king was dead and feigned her surprise. "I knew something had to be wrong, the way the castle got locked up tight, but this is a shock! I wish I knew Kyky was all right. I was supposed to meet her at the party, and instead I got all swept up in the mess."

Really, no one was looking close at her, and that was just how she wanted it. She had some time off between temp jobs, so she stayed in Eventyr rather than returning home, and that meant the storm stood out to her. The storm, pounding down from the heavens above like a tell-tale heart beneath the floorboards, whispering guilt across the window panes. At one point, she wandered with her cloak on and her hood up, as the Ghost Blade, into the Soldier's Quarter. There, she heard some rumors that Marauders were claiming that their werewolf didn't do it--but who could really believe that? It was a creature. Of course the creature did it.

But the creature hadn't. And Jaya knew it.

Distraction and opportunity arose as the attractive sailor Brandy had been sleeping with, Zaire, decided to head up a quest to try and put a stop to the storm. Jaya jumped on board with this quest the second that Brandy extended the invitation. Maybe, if they went and found this Witch of the Tower, they could get the storm cleared up. Maybe that would assuage some of the guilty knots tangling her all up.

So, off she went to the desert with this group of new companions.

Manda
 

Zaire Visser (February 28th - March 7th)


The Silver Tankard was as good a place as any to hole up and wait for the storm to pass but as the evening grew later, Zaire found himself unable to settle down. He was worried about his son, Killick, who was living here in the city while going to school, and that worry prompted him to send one of his crew members to arrange a meeting between the two of them. It had been almost a year since the two had last seen each other and the first time Killick had laid eyes on him since thinking him dead at the end of Francesca's noose, yet that didn't stop the reunion from eventually devolving into confrontation and backbiting. Despite that, Zaire went back to the Silver Tankard knowing that his son was alive and, seemingly, doing well on his own. The pirate couldn't really ask for more, considering.


Back at the Silver Tankard, Zaire found himself once again relying on his alias as he lounged about the common room, chatting with locals and nursing an ale. Brandy even fed the lot of them, impressing him with what turned out to be the tastiest meal he'd had thus far in this damned city. And, later, she impressed him once again with an enjoyable romp - that lead to a rather surprising wake up when his newly rented room was invaded by a woman claiming Brandy had rented it to her instead. Zaire insisted - with a wink - that there was no reason the two couldn't share, but instead he ended up bunking in with Brandy the next night instead.


Storms were a natural part of every sailor's life but there was nothing natural about the one that had rolled in over the King's City - and then stayed there. Reports said that it had spread all throughout Eventyr, raging in the form of blizzards and hurricanes and even sandstorms in the South. Such a violent storm meant that sailing home was nigh impossible, leaving not just the Captain, but his entire crew, irritable with worry over loved ones left behind on the Island of Pirates.


While his crew weren't the most superstitious of pirates, it was hard to deny the trifecta of the King's death, the extra day in the month, and the magical storm wreaking havoc on their livelihood and personal lives. And when it didn't clear up in the days following, Zaire found himself suddenly determined to do something about it.


What started as a late night pillow talk session between himself and Brandy slowly turned into a plan and as that plan formed, others were brought in to fill the gaps. Jaya would be a solid asset, Brandy had assured him, and the girl he'd met on the street - Red - could help with travel. Zaire wasn't thrilled about working with people he didn't personally know and trust but a small group of hand selected pirates from his own crew would help to balance that out. Jahid Abadi, with his diplomatic ways, was a natural choice - they would need people who could talk, if they were going to succeed. But they would also need deadly fighters and Zaire chose the two deadliest he knew: Jacob Alby and Chione Mostafa, one of the few women on his crew.


Armed with people, weapons, knowledge, a few (hopefully) helpful tidbits from Sheriff Bert - ironic, that - and Zaire was ready to step into the fairy circle and see about having a chat with a Witch . . .

 

turksgirl
 
Edited

Manfred and Hawkins escaped the dungeon before it flooded completely and ran into Marcus the Vile, warlord, and scourge of the Eastern woods. He was traveling in the company of a young woman who called herself Kyky, the sailor and thief had little choice but to ally themselves with the pair to escape. Under cover of all the confusion and the ominous weather, the quartet fled the castle undetected.


Marcus made the humanoid centaur edgey, mostly because he couldn’t understand a man like the warlord. His underlying hatred for the Green Duke, the Eastern realm and seemingly all of Eventyr. Hawkins fascinated him, and he liked the sailor… maybe it was because they both came from the West although from opposite sides of the realm. Atwater was more of a warrior,  but being a lockpick put Manny in favor with the marauders, not exactly a position that pleased him.


If there was anyone that seemed more out of place among the rough men, it was the young woman called Kyky. He was more convinced of it after they shared some stew (JP to come). Worse of all the weather wouldn’t let up…. Manfred could handle the rain, but the lightning, and worse the fires, set his horse instincts on edge.


But everything seemed off balanced in Eventyr, as he and his companions hid deeper in the enchanted woods of the East than Manny had ever imagined going.

 

Manda
 

Altansarnai Ganzorig Burut (February 28th - March 7th)


While still sequestered away with Francesca, Sarnai let the conversation between them die when the news of King Philip reached them, mostly because she felt a bit like the air had been sucked straight from her lungs and the room seemed to be spinning around her. She'd steeled herself against the feeling of the rug being pulled straight out from under her and insisted that she was fine.


Sarnai wasn't fine though, not even slightly, because without Philip acting as her oar here in the King's City, the Consort was left completely adrift. She had hated Philip, loathed every moment spent in his presence but it was his presence that had protected her, made her untouchable.


It took time for Sarnai to sort through exactly what his death meant for her, especially distracted as she ended up being by the barrage of contractions that plagued her for the rest of the night. Her child's birth was not imminent though, as an early morning exam from the midwife revealed. 'False labor', the woman - a Professor at the Queen's College - had explained, citing stress, dehydration, and sorrow as the likely cause. She'd advised rest and plenty of fluids and sure enough, by mid-day the contractions had ceased and the royal baby stayed right where he or she belonged. For now anyway. Which was good, because Sarnai wasn't sure how she'd deal with being a mother now that the options of simply giving it to Philip was off the table.


Luckily, she had plenty to focus on.


One avenue of distraction was, of course, seeing to poor Elliot. Sarnai had grown fond of the boy over the last nine months so sympathy for his loss was readily, and sincerely, at hand. His father's actions toward her were unknown to the Prince and taking it out on him would have been incredibly unfair, so Sarnai sat with him while he tried to process the loss and held his hand when the tears finally came. He was likely the only one to shed tears for the King and the young warrior from the plains found herself surprised by the rush of sadness that realization brought with it.


Another distraction came in the form of Sanya, who shared some interesting musings about the night of Philip's murder and Sarnai had to admit that the points raised were peculiar indeed. They also reminded her of the conversation she'd had with Francesca and had her looking at her fellow nobles with renewed suspicion - especially James Castile.


The gift from the Duchess of the North was an unexpected treat, one that Sarnai cuddled up with for an afternoon nap the very same day she received it, but instead of inviting Malia to visit, she sent a simple note of thanks instead. She didn't have the stomach to deal with unnecessary politics, not with the storm raging outside and her future becoming more and more precarious with every passing day. And never mind that she still had a funeral to get through . . .

turksgirl
 

James


 

Amidst the pandemonium at the castle James Castile methodically went about his duties as the only Duke, the King’s brother, and of course the bastard prince to set order among the chaos. Finding the werewolf’s body waterlogged in the dungeons, once they were drained, was less than satisfactory ending to a night’s hunt.


Most of the nobles had been confined to the guest quarters for their own safety, and to keep them from being underfoot during the hunt. In the morning all but Francesca, who apparently slept in, assisted with keeping the order. And the peasants and commoners were shunted off once the drawbridges were lowered the next day, with the news of the King’s death spreading like a plague.


Once the Green Duke was assured that Prince Elliot, the consort Sarnai and the three duchesses were unharmed and safe, he spoke to the Royal general and scholar who were now tasked with making the decision on maintaining the stability of the rule in the kingdom. He vowed to keep the order while they remained sequestored, and oversee his brother funeral.


Castile found it odd that a part of him mourned Philip’s loss as strange as the king had become of late, he was still blood. And he toiled through the hours to secure the castle and keep the royal guard in line, much to the worry of the Duchess of the North who visited him to make it known (JP-There Is No Armor Against Fate).


Gossip as always reared its head, and no one was above suspicion least of all himself. After all he had brought the werewolf there, and had power to gain in Philip’s death...Perhaps even revenge. The unusual rains did nothing to ease the unrest in the kingdom.

Ben
 

As Hawkins and Manny escaped the dungeon, just as the flood waters rushed by, they were greeted by Marcus the Vile, a known bandit and the one whose group the captured werewolf supposedly came from. Together, they, and a girl called Kyky who had apparently been swept up by the events occuring in the castle, escaped from the fortress before it was locked down and checked. It wasn’t long before they ended up in the Eastern Forest, quite the opposite way Hawkins had intended to go, but still was safer than being in the King’s City. Besides, the last place the guards would look for a known pirate was the forest in the opposite direction he needed to go.


As they traveled, Hawkins found Kyky to be rather talkative, if not outright invasive at times. She almost always seemed to have something to say or some question to ask, and it was honestly somewhat off putting at times. As was his nature, Hawkins did his best to keep his past private and his personal life to himself, but she persisted often. It wasn’t until she came to him and told him just how rude he was being that he backed down and started talking a bit more. No one, much less a woman, had ever been as interested in him as she was. Left handed sailors were typically given a wide berth, as they spoke of misfortune and superstitions. But Kyky didn’t seem to care in the slightest. The more they talked, the more he realized how similar they were, and it brought him more happiness than he’d felt in a long time to have someone to talk to again. He quietly made himself a promise to attempt more often to reach out to people, with hopes to find more like Kyky in the world. He told her tales of the high seas and his brushes with real pirates, and how he came by his sword and shield, and she seemed to hang on his every word. It was nice to have a good friend to talk to again, and it didn’t hurt that she was pretty to boot. Now if he could just figure out his other companions and the unnatural storm that had spread across the kingdom and raged for many days.



On Mon, Nov 12, 2018 at 6:26 PM turksgirl <armorangel68@...> wrote:

[Edited Message Follows]

Manfred and Hawkins escaped the dungeon before it flooded completely and ran into Marcus the Vile, warlord, and scourge of the Eastern woods. He was traveling in the company of a young woman who called herself Kyky, the sailor and thief had little choice but to ally themselves with the pair to escape. Under cover of all the confusion and the ominous weather, the quartet fled the castle undetected.


Marcus made the humanoid centaur edgey, mostly because he couldn’t understand a man like the warlord. His underlying hatred for the Green Duke, the Eastern realm and seemingly all of Eventyr. Hawkins fascinated him, and he liked the sailor… maybe it was because they both came from the West although from opposite sides of the realm. Atwater was more of a warrior,  but being a lockpick put Manny in favor with the marauders, not exactly a position that pleased him.


If there was anyone that seemed more out of place among the rough men, it was the young woman called Kyky. He was more convinced of it after they shared some stew (JP to come). Worse of all the weather wouldn’t let up…. Manfred could handle the rain, but the lightning, and worse the fires, set his horse instincts on edge.


But everything seemed off balanced in Eventyr, as he and his companions hid deeper in the enchanted woods of the East than Manny had ever imagined going.

 



--
Benjamin Warner

Ben
 

Following the oncoming storm, Bert had followed the others back to the Silver Tankard and settled in for the night, hoping to wait out the bad weather. Through the evening and into the next day, the storm had raged and he had sat by listening to those around him with the rumors than abounded from person to person. Stories of the King’s death grew by the hour and it wasn’t long before the average person thought he had been swept up by a dragon and dropped into a pit with the werewolf to fight to the death. It didn’t take much effort to discern the real story though. The King had supposedly died at the hands (or paws) of the werewolf, who had also been killed at some point in the madness. Bert wasn’t sure about the timeline of the events, and something seemed a little fishy about the locations of the King’s body and the werewolf’s, but that was something to ponder another day. As it was, there were other, more pressing matters to concern himself with. One such worry was the storm, which raged on for days without stopping or even slowing, threatening to flood much of the city if not for the water flowing into the rushing river nearby.


Besides that, he had the other guests to consider. The barmaid, who he soon learned was named Brandy (appropriate, considering her chosen profession), was very adept at making the group comfortable and was happy to supply them a room, food, and drink to keep them happy while the storm continued. The gentleman that had happened upon them just before the storm was another matter altogether. He was an interesting man, and one that Bert was more than happy to pay attention to as the days passed. There always seemed to be something that he was keeping to himself, something Bert couldn’t quite put his finger on. But as the days passed, it became obvious that while he had his secrets, he wasn’t necessarily a bad man. So when Bert discovered he was leaving, he imparted some wisdom of his own, that would hopefully give him the hand he needed in his travels. That left the three others. The knight, who Bert discovered was named Tristan, his squire, Theo, and a young girl who only went by Red. All of them seemed to be restless in the inn, especially Theo, who seemed to have endless questions and conversation for those who would listen to him. He talked to Bert on a few occasions, and seemed a nice enough lad, and it was with this in mind that Bert gave him some advice as well. It wasn't long after this advice that the squire approached Bert and asked for his assistance in a quest to find the lost princess Bridgette. He had convinced his knight that the stories of a dragon abduction were true and that it was time someone found her before a new king was chosen. And so, having paid for his room, food, and drink, Bert packed his things, put on his cloak, and set off towards the north in search of dragons and the long lost princess.



On Sun, Nov 25, 2018 at 3:47 PM Ben <hunterwarner1@...> wrote:

As Hawkins and Manny escaped the dungeon, just as the flood waters rushed by, they were greeted by Marcus the Vile, a known bandit and the one whose group the captured werewolf supposedly came from. Together, they, and a girl called Kyky who had apparently been swept up by the events occuring in the castle, escaped from the fortress before it was locked down and checked. It wasn’t long before they ended up in the Eastern Forest, quite the opposite way Hawkins had intended to go, but still was safer than being in the King’s City. Besides, the last place the guards would look for a known pirate was the forest in the opposite direction he needed to go.


As they traveled, Hawkins found Kyky to be rather talkative, if not outright invasive at times. She almost always seemed to have something to say or some question to ask, and it was honestly somewhat off putting at times. As was his nature, Hawkins did his best to keep his past private and his personal life to himself, but she persisted often. It wasn’t until she came to him and told him just how rude he was being that he backed down and started talking a bit more. No one, much less a woman, had ever been as interested in him as she was. Left handed sailors were typically given a wide berth, as they spoke of misfortune and superstitions. But Kyky didn’t seem to care in the slightest. The more they talked, the more he realized how similar they were, and it brought him more happiness than he’d felt in a long time to have someone to talk to again. He quietly made himself a promise to attempt more often to reach out to people, with hopes to find more like Kyky in the world. He told her tales of the high seas and his brushes with real pirates, and how he came by his sword and shield, and she seemed to hang on his every word. It was nice to have a good friend to talk to again, and it didn’t hurt that she was pretty to boot. Now if he could just figure out his other companions and the unnatural storm that had spread across the kingdom and raged for many days.



On Mon, Nov 12, 2018 at 6:26 PM turksgirl <armorangel68@...> wrote:

[Edited Message Follows]

Manfred and Hawkins escaped the dungeon before it flooded completely and ran into Marcus the Vile, warlord, and scourge of the Eastern woods. He was traveling in the company of a young woman who called herself Kyky, the sailor and thief had little choice but to ally themselves with the pair to escape. Under cover of all the confusion and the ominous weather, the quartet fled the castle undetected.


Marcus made the humanoid centaur edgey, mostly because he couldn’t understand a man like the warlord. His underlying hatred for the Green Duke, the Eastern realm and seemingly all of Eventyr. Hawkins fascinated him, and he liked the sailor… maybe it was because they both came from the West although from opposite sides of the realm. Atwater was more of a warrior,  but being a lockpick put Manny in favor with the marauders, not exactly a position that pleased him.


If there was anyone that seemed more out of place among the rough men, it was the young woman called Kyky. He was more convinced of it after they shared some stew (JP to come). Worse of all the weather wouldn’t let up…. Manfred could handle the rain, but the lightning, and worse the fires, set his horse instincts on edge.


But everything seemed off balanced in Eventyr, as he and his companions hid deeper in the enchanted woods of the East than Manny had ever imagined going.

 



--
Benjamin Warner


--
Benjamin Warner