Carantathraiel

Wanderers

Ysaryn went loose. In a flurry of Amrian steel, leather, and perfectly braided fuchsia hair, the elf went after the mages, her arms swinging. Arms, torsos, throats, abdomen, anything that was unguarded or exposed, she cut into with a fiery speed. The smell of fresh blood filled her nostrils. Her pupils dilated, her heart pounding like a war drum as she slaughtered the Gemini. For every one of the women of her tribe that was kidnapped, violated, murdered, and mutilated. She extracted her revenge.

When the last of them cried out, hands raised, Ysaryn paused, her blade at his throat. As Kire summoned another portal, Ysaryn looked up, digging her blade into the Gemini's neck in warning. A portal? For Ruli. Her eyes fell on his figure at Kire's feet. He breathed so unsteadily. She could smell his sweat from here. It was mingled with something ... foul. Not like the way the dolls smells, the decay and mutilation, but something that made her skin crawl and want to step away.
Head tilting, she heard Kire translate the man's plea, Ysaryn bared her teeth at him. "Did your kind show mercy to the hundreds you've butchered for your experiments? I don't think so. A death by my hand would be a mercy compared to the horrors done to my people." She smiled wolfishly at him, pleased with the fear in his face. He couldn't understand a word, but she was sure her tone translated fine.

As much as she wanted to slay the Gemini in her hands, the way the others questioned him, the way he shook and spoke back, Ysaryn knew she had to wait. Mercy. Ha. A laughable thing. Not that she had any inkling as to what was happening. Not until Kire asked Gavin to do something, and then those beautiful words in her direction. Claim your blood payment. Ysaryn's sharp canine's shined as she smiled viciously down at the Gemini mage and ripped her sword through his throat.

Still, she wasn't sure what was happening when she looked up again. Furrowing her brow, she could feel the magic roar in the room, the runes glowing, the power of it hungry. She hissed, itching to retreat and back out of the room. Almost did, until Gavin addressed her and mentioned the little stones the dolls had. She looked down to her most recent kill and began searching pockets, fishing one out from a small pocket inside his bloodied robes.
"Here." She chimed, rushing reluctantly forward to set her carnelian on the vacant marked spot.

Then hell broke loose. Ysaryn snarled and retreated, throwing her arm up to shield her eyes from the light. She could smell fish. Salt. brine. Odd. Ysaryn blinked, and suddenly it was gone again. She growled, lowering her arm again, looking around. Ruli was gone, the ground was still. Nothing glowed. Nothing moved except Kire, who collapsed. Hissing, Ysaryn rushed forward, kneeling beside her. But Kire's attention was on Gavin. Ysaryn pursed her lips, studying them both from where she remained.

Once Gavin was gone, Ysaryn stood again, going to work cleaning her blades on the sleeves of her leather jerkin. The Tower. She kept hearing about this tower. "Let us go." She said simply, sheathing her blades.

But the Tower was not quite what she expected now. It glowed, the crystalline figures surrounding it like a sacrificial dance. Far from where Gael stood, held and controlled, Ysaryn stopped, having nod desire to approach the red structure. When Kire said her name, the elf blinked and looked to her, her expression neutral. "Put me to work here." She answered with a gently shrug of her shoulder. She would be in the way at Elva's, unless someone wanted a seafood dish cooked.

~

He couldn't recall where he was. He could see a leather yurt above him, the painted symbols baring down at him like angry Gods. But he could also see Kire's face. At least he thought it was Kire. No pointed ears. A rasping breath, a slow blink, and the yurt was gone, but the runes remained. And Kire. Akuma? She was shouting at him. Angry. He'd be whipped again for whatever had angered her.
Then pain again. Ruli yelled as he was moved through the portal, the agony of the movement sending him writhing again. He snarled and hissed, kicking at the first person to approach him. He couldn't smell sand anymore. Had ... had he been in the sand at all? Why would he be sweating if he weren't out on the desert? He could smell it on him. The salted odor of his sweat. Someone else made to roll him, and Ruli twisted suddenly and sank his teeth into something. Someone. He snarled, biting hard, unwilling to let go, when the order came again. 'Don't fight back!' Ruli inhaled and jerked, releasing whatever he'd bitten as he went slack. Sand filled his lungs again, making it hard to breath.

Someone was talking. Elva. No, Envy? Envy. Was Envy real? Had he ever escaped? Had he met Envy? Ruli closed his eyes, trying to remember the Kartaian. It couldn't have been a dream. He wanted to call out, but he wasn't sure he could. If it was a dream, he never learned to talk. Had no words.
Someone touched him again and Ruli bared his teeth and jerked again, trying to bite, but hands held him, pressing him down. He roared, flexing and fighting to grab, rub, claw, but his limbs only shook, disobedient, until he went limp. He was vaguely aware of something biting at his arm, but he barely cared. Compared to the way his bones ached, his skin burned, the prick was little concern. "Envy." He breathed at last. I can speak. It wasn't a dream. I got out. Ruli shook violently, his eyes burning behind his eyelids. It hadn't been a dream. he'd gotten out. So why was he feeling this again? He opened his eyes and hissed, turning his head with difficulty to shield his gaze from the lights. It was always so bright in the desert. "I want to go home." He croaked, voice hoarse and broken.

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Armour off, he could breathe better, but it still hurt. Everything hurt. While he knew the effects, was familiar with the feeling of his bones grinding together with every movement, something was different. This wasn't just the poison he'd known since he was young. There was more. It was worse.
Or it had just been that long. Ruli realized. He wasn't used to it anymore. He didn't want this. He wanted to go home. He turned his head, spotting the giantess, and almost flinched at the sight of her, before he realized who she was. "Envy." Ruli breathed, shifting to crawl toward her. "I want to go home. Please." He begged.

Then the guards came for him. Ruli twisted to take a swing at them, growling. It hurt to be touched. He didn't want to be taken. He wanted to go home. 'Don't fight back!' Ruli yelped, back jerking as a phantom lash sliced his back, and he dropped onto the ground. For a moment, he could smell the desert sand, the reek of the sand horses, and blood. So much blood. In a blink, it was gone, and he was back in the palace grounds, the sand now dirt beneath his cheek. The air smelled cleaner, even under the cloud of smoke and sulfur.
He still tried to fight. Their hands hurt him, every time her tried to wiggle free made it feel as though his bones were breaking. "No!" He snarled at them, snarling again as he felt another lash across his skin that didn't actually exist.

They were quick. Restrained, Ruli breathed heavily, teeth bared in a snarl as he was pulled inside. Whenever he struggled, he felt the whip bite him, collapsing under the agony of the memory. Or was it a hallucination? He didn't know. Only knew that it hurt, and it was getting worse. Ruli went limp as they pulled him into a large chamber, its walls covered in runes. He was vaguely aware that the charm on his neck was gone. Had he taken that off? Had it ever existed?
As they dropped him in the middle of the hall, Ruli shivered, body now wrapped in a cold sweat. You failed. Said a voice in his head. Maybe it was his, he wasn't sure. But, he didn't have a voice. He couldn't speak. You failed to escape. You're back here. Under our control.
Ruli rolled onto his belly, arms tied behind him. His damp cheek pressed to the cold floor. Maybe he could run again. Maybe he'd make it this time. Find shelter somewhere in the desert. Maybe he could Walk to the tunnels and hide. He knew where they were. Unless it had all been a dream.
He could make it. He'd escape. He just had to wait for sunrise. When their Walking was weakest. Where his chance would be greatest. Ruli shifted, trying to dig his feet into the sand.

A sudden blue light made him focus, finding himself back ... somewhere. A large room. The glowing runes along the wall illuminated the chamber in an odd light. He blinked, struggling to remember.
Amria. Ruli breathed unevenly. I'm in Amria. In a palace. In a war. For Ki-
Ruli wheezed, twisting on the floor again, hissing at the pain that rolled through him. For Kire. This was meant for Kire. This poison. They wanted to give it to her. It would kill her. Ruli went still, limp on the floor. This will kill me. Licking his lips, Ruli closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Give her time. Maybe it'll be slow. Gentle. Like falling asleep. Just give her time.

~

So much Walking. Ysaryn panted as she dragged Gavin to another location, her magic growing heavy. She didn't complain, though. She knew why they were doing this. Because the imbecile had gotten himself captured. Because they had her friend. Ysaryn bared her teeth. This is why it wasn't smart to keep friends. Stupid bastard.
When she pulled Gavin back to Kire, then the two of them to the palace hill. Ysaryn knelt onto the ground, sweating. When the wards shifted, attaching themselves to Kire, Ysaryn shivered, then looked up. "Kirai," Ysaryn said cautiously, her nape prickling.

Pulling herself onto her feet, she took them back to Narda, the elf stepping aside to gather her energy again. "Minute." She demanded of them, leaning against the wall. "He is." Ysaryn answered with Gavin when he was asked if he were staying behind. If he and Ruli both died, Envy would be furious. She'd have to find a new home for her people. Again.

By the time they were portaled into the palace, Ysaryn felt ready. Ignoring the nausea that twisted her stomach briefly, Ysaryn drew her blades, inhaling deeply. "It doesn't smell right in here." She whispered to no one in particular. Of course, it wouldn't. Gemini in here with their magic for so long, she was surprised the walls weren't painted in blood. The Wenches moved quickly, going after the hostages, and Ysaryn turned to look at Kire, waiting for her to move.
And she did, toward the hall.

Grinning, Ysaryn pounced, feet moving fast as she circled Kire, moving around the empress as she stormed into the Great Hall.
Where Ruli lay motionless in the middle of the room. A room with runes painted on the walls. Ysaryn swallowed, suddenly very uneasy, the scar on her abdomen aching. Fight first. Panic later. She reminded herself, taking the defensive.

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Of course he wasn't going to listen. Ruli could hear the Wenches reposition themselves to cover him, but he ignored Myka as she hissed at him. Kire needed time to decimate the Gemini army and to break through their illusions. Let Gael believe he was his enemy empress a little longer to buy her that time.
He did not expect Gael to see through it right away. Even from the distance, with Ruli's blond hair and blue eyes, swathed in Wyvern armour, he should have at least fooled the Gemini royal. Let alone that he had Kire's sword. But Gael knew far too soon, and Ruli felt uneasy with the way Gael looked at him.

With the gimmick over, Ruli lifted his helmet, dropping it on the ground. Gael's words made him regret this decision more, but whatever the bastard had in mind, Ruli would endure it. He'd spent his life tortured. Kire would break through soon, and she and the rest of her company would sever this man's head. Just for a little bit. Ruli breathed, turning toward Narda. They'll come, soon. He offered her Kire's sword, and took a cautious, unarmed step through the gate.

Just as the explosion hit. Ruli raised his arms, tensing, his knees bent slightly as the earth shook violently. He didn't dare turn around, putting his back toward the Gemini, and hoped to any God who looked over this world that his face didn't give away the answer to Gael's assumption. He shouldn't have left Gavin. Ruli felt more regret washing over him. He shouldn't have brought Gavin here. Not to a war filled with the worst of Gavin's kind. Not here. He shouldn't have brought him. He shouldn't have left him.
His laugh chilled Ruli to the core. It was so similar to Akuma's. So cold. So empty.

Trying not to shiver, Ruli remained where he was, just as Gael ordered, as the captives were released. He glanced over them both, familiar with the looks on their faces, the discomfort and fear scrubbed into their posture. Forcing himself to look away, Ruli's eyes fell on Gael again. His heart pounded, his body tense.
And his attention in the wrong place.

Ruli did not expect the hostages to pounce on him. A foolish mistake, considering the dolls, and the way Ysaryn's people had assaulted her in the mines. Why not make Kire's own people attack her? Nothing changed just because he was in her place instead. Unprepared, Ruli toppled, tripping over the helmet as he pushed and writhed beneath the noble pair. He didn't want to hurt them, but as he felt something lash at his cheek, he snarled and thrust his arm out to shove the woman off just as Narda yanked her away.

He couldn't understand the exchange between Narda and the woman. Ruli groaned and twisted, getting to his knees. His fingers brushed over his cheek, and when he glanced at his hand, he saw blood. But the smell was what caught his attention. Raising his hand again, he sniffed, regret washing over him entirely like a blanket of ice.
He knew this poison.
Ruli swallowed, raising his eyes to look at Gael in question. Why was it here? How did they get it? His brow furrowed as the headache set in first, the familiar weight in the nape of his neck, like his head was too heavy to lift. He inhaled, and it felt like ground glass filled his esophagus and lungs. Hunching over, Ruli bent over his knees, rubbing his forehead. Why was is here? Why did Gael have this? This couldn't have been a coincidence. He didn't want this. He wanted to go home. To the tunnels. To Envy. I want to go home.

The armour made it more uncomfortable. Harder to breathe. Ruli shifted, pulling at the clasps and yanking the plate off his chest, his arms, hissing in discomfort as the poison took effect.

~

"What?" Ysaryn snapped at Kire when she asked about being taken to the hill. Gavin beat her to the point she would make, and Ysaryn only stuck out her arm in agreement with the young man. "You gave word!" She added, frowning at Kire.
But even the elf knew Kire had a point. Gavin wasn't supposed to leave Ruli's side. Ysaryn glared at Gavin, then, as if blaming him for causing this collapse in their plans. "Fine." "She caved. "But if you die I steal your crown."

It took her a few minutes to get them where Kire wanted to go, the elf Walking a few times, each closer to where Kire wanted, to gett a better look, before she returned and brought the two along. Gavin looked to her, speaking as if he expected her help with the runes. "I carry only." She answered. "I ruin runes." Ysaryn shook her head, insisting that allowing her to help was a poor idea.
When someone called toward them, Ysaryn turned her head, frowning as she heard the update.

"That bloody fucking fool." Ysaryn swore, nostrils flaring as she turned toward the palace. At the order to be ready to fight, she withdrew her blades again, more than ready to do so. "Work fast, Gem-en-ai." Ysaryn spat toward Gavin.

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Within minutes, Ruli and Gavin reached Ysaryn and the Wenches, ducking into cover. Ruli bent over to catch his air. He raised his helmet slightly, his face sweating beneath it. "Immune." Ruli repeated, still panting. He straightened, pressing his hand to his side to ease the stitch he felt. He gazed down the hill, curious. Gavin's blood made her immune. Did that mean he would succumb to them when he drew into the city?
"What!?" Ruli's head snapped around to Gavin when he mentioned going with the Wenches. Envy's lecturing voice and stern frown surfaced in Ruli's mind, reminding Ruli of his promise not to allow Gavin out of his sight.
Ruli didn't like it one bit.

"I do." Ruli said, finally having caught his breath. "I trust you. Just-" Ruli reached out for Gavin, grabbing him by the neck to drag him toward him, pressing his armoured forehead to Gavin's. "You watch your back. And keep close to Ysaryn. Ysaryn." He raised his head, meeting the elf's gaze. "You let anything happen to him, I will take it out in payment on you."
She smirked seductively at him. "You promise me such lovely things."

And they were gone again.

Ysaryn brought Gavin to the other Wenches, letting him go at once in favour of her weapons. Her eyes roamed hungrily over the violence around them, pausing briefly at Ed before she moved on. When she caught the words Gavin muttered, she turned to eye him again. "What, boy?" She snapped, eyeing him critically. Her frown remained as she listened to Gavin explain, and could sense the apprehension in the others around them. When the lad turned to her, Ysaryn didn't break her gaze as she stepped up to him. "Don't you dare fuck this up." She hissed in elvish, her tone more then capable of giving away her thoughts. But she offered her arm to him.

It felt strange. Ysaryn blinked repeatedly as they ran through the city streets. Transparent glimmers of the illusions ran before her, her mind unable to ignore the magic even through the ward painted on her brow. Still, she was able to convince herself they weren't there, her feet carrying her quickly to where Gavin indicated.
Start a fire. Those were her instructions. How the hell was she supposed to start a fire?
But, by the grace of the Gods, many of the Wenches carried flints on them- the reasons for which Ysaryn would hound them for later. Ed arrived, ordering more instruction, and the genuis idea to bring the dolls to help ignite them. Grinned, Ysaryn nodded, her bloody brow crinkling as she raised her head to listen. A few carefully worded phrases shouted in elvish at the dolls, her vicious growling attracting the dolls perfectly. When Ed's horn blasted, she took her cover, covering her ears as the explosions sounded.
It reverberated in her bones, shaking her to the core. Heart racing, she straightened, moving immediately to ensure the flames grew.

~

He hated helmets. After so many years learning to fight in a keffiyeh, it should have been easy to breathe through a metal that didn't smother his face like the fabric did, but it was somehow worse. Fabric breathed. And the metal was so loud. Armour was a nuisance. He jogged along Myka, Kire's sword held firm, attacking who he could, though Narda, Myka, and the battalion were far quicker. He reminded himself to let them flank him. He was supposed to be the 'empress', it would be their duty to keep 'her' secure.

As they drew nearer to the palace itself, Ruli still tried to resist looking, until his attention was drawn to it by Narda.
The hostages. Ruli paused, his gaze flicking from window to window, counting. So many. Gods, far too many. And if he hadn't cut the magic from their position, he could have helped. He suddenly felt foolish and helpless. Stupidly standing in armour to draw attention when he had nothing to give.

When the voice spoke, his shoulders tensed slightly, his head turning slightly to listen. He couldn't understand, but was grateful for Myka's translation. 'Gael', as Narda hissed, had to be one of the top Geminis. He looked from Myka to Narda, hearing her comment about the hostages. Kire's people. Their people. How many did they recognize from here? How many more were unseen?

He couldn't answer. Not only did he not speak the language, but speaking would give away that he wasn't Kire. Breathing heavily, Ruli turned his head to Myka. "Anything I should know about him?" He asked quickly.
After a few minutes of discussion, Ruli repositioned Kire's sword to his right hand to further the illusion as he stepped toward the palace gates. His heart hammered in his chest as he faced the palace, his shielded gaze rising to the figure on the balcony. Calculating, Ruli shifted his arms. Well? He asked silently.

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Ysaryn had felt the wards Ruli made rise and take effect, the slight tingling on her neck warning her about what was ahead. Her throat burned, the insults she'd hurled in elvish at their enemy keeping her focused, keeping her head in the game. How many whose blood soaked her blades, she didn't know, but she was satisfied with the look in their eyes before the fell before her. The confusion in being set upon by such a strange looking woman speaking an unknown language.

When Myka and Narda began to speak, gesturing further into the fields, Ysaryn, retreated a few steps, watching their lines, listening with one ear. "Magic." The elf called to echo Narda. "I can sense it. It is not so strong, but is doing a purpose." She took her eyes off the line for a moment to look their way. Just as Myka pointed toward the gates, where she knew from the discussions that Ruli and Gavin would be. The elf hissed, retreating further from the line to peer in the direction Narda pointed. Her fuchsia eyes narrowed as she gazed, trying to judge the distance and how many she'd take. "A few trips." Ysaryn answered, her eyes moving over the Wenches next. "Come to me." She extended her hand, taking Narda and a handful first, then returning for Myka and more.

"Fucking archers." Ruli swore, ducking with Gavin behind the statue, his hand pressed to his helmet. It was fucking hard to see out of these things. Zeke would give him hell for lifting the visor, though. Barely registering the mental note to tell Gavin not to mention the action to the soldier back home, the lad lept out of the shadow and cut a Gemini down. Having not even heard the man approach, Ruli was grateful at least one of the two of them was paying attention.
"Breathe." Ruli instructed, seeing the glimpse of panic on Gavin's face. He didn't give Gavin more time to do anything more; he grabbed Gavin's wrist, Kire's sword in his left hand, and ran again, dragging their pursuers in a diagonal across the lawn.

On the outside of the wards, where the Gemini met Kire's army, Ruli caught a flicker of movement and spotted a blur of pink. Ysaryn. He turned, yanking Gavin sideways, heading toward them.
Ysaryn, having taken a handful of trips and dragging five times as man Wenches, braced her hands on her knees to for air into her lungs. For the moment, surrounded by the armed battalion, she was safe and felt comfortable enough in lowering her gaze.

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Ruli raised his eyebrows slightly, but gathered his supplies on the table in silence. A clean knife, two squares of leather, twine, a bowl, a small vial of a foggy liquid, and a small bundle of cotton. Setting both of the cotton balls into the bowl, he poured the liquid over it; the pungent smell of herbs filled the immediate air. He lifted one of the two liquid soaked balls and placed it in one of the two leather squares. Ruli took Gavin's hand and turned his wrist to where the incision from yesterday was still healing. Ruli had only cut into him yesterday to show him how much he'd need for today should Gavin accept.

It was then that Kire arrived, Ruli almost snapping at whoever it was not to disturb them until he saw who it was. Ysaryn took up guard outside the tent.
Like yesterday, he confirmed that he had permission before he pressed the blade to Gavin's skin and let the blood droplets fall onto the square, soaking the wet cotton ball.
Its scent changed at once, the herbs disappearing and the odor of charcoal, licorice, and ash filling the room. Ruli wrapped the cotton ball in the leather, bundled it in twine, and set it aside. Asking Kire once again for her permission, he pressed a different blade to her wrist and let the blood fall on the second set of materials, likewise bundling it up. Just as it had with Gavin's, the scent changed, to that usual, clean scent that followed Kire's blood. Like a crisp mountain sky, and clear, icy water.

He gave to her the set with Gavin's blood within. Settling it over her head, he tucked it beneath her armour. "Same goes to you, Empress." Ruli said, stepping back and securing the bundle soaked in her blood over his head and beneath his armour. "See you on the other side of this."

When she'd gone, Ruli turned to Gavin again. "Ready?" He asked rhetorically, gathering his borrowed helmet and motioning for him to suit up. Ysaryn fell into step when they left the tent, her expression cold and distant as she prepared to meet her enemies.
"All is good?"
"Mmmhm."
"Will these wards do to us like Raielwen wards?"
"I can't say. I tried to make it less exhausting, but try to prepare for it."
She grunted at him, and branched away, joining the Wenches and leaving them to their task.

When the horns sounded, Ruli and Gavin weren't far from the thick of the militia. His plan was to travel on foot along the edge of the palace grounds, leaving a trail to be followed, dragging Gavin, who had a handful of the flashbombs on his person, along beside him. They would use them to divert attention, drawing the thick of the Gemini into the center of where the wards would hold power once they were activated, to leave them defenseless so the Amrian's could assault them.
So when the horns sounded and they realized they were moving too slowly, Ruli nudged Gavin and jogged with him. When they got near the back end of the ward's perimeter, they slowed, and Ruli set the last of the ward pieces down. "When I tell you to, turn it anticlockwise twenty degrees." He instructed.
Taking a deep breath, Ruli stood in place, summoning his magic with neither someone under her grasp nor a foot within the shadows, thus allowing his magic to act as a beacon. Hopefully. Ruli had never not done anything before, but he'd gotten the idea from Kire when she destroyed the gate. When he felt that all too familiar tickle that sensed some other magic, he looked down to Gavin. "Now." He said. Reaching into his pocket, he chucked one of the flash bombs hard down onto the ground a few yards within the wards, which he felt activate- it was like a hushed, warm breeze.
"With me." He said, grabbing Gavin's hand and, safely out of the wards reach, he Walked them a ways along the edge.
Once they reappeared, Ruli threw another bomb, then ran with Gavin. "Sword up. You see anyone, you tell me."

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Gavin's comment lowered the temperature in the tent a few degrees. Ruli glanced sidelong to Ysaryn, who wore a hard expression. After a while, she'd described how it felt to be assaulted and attacked by her own people, dismembered and mutilated by the dark magics. He knew it still haunted her sleep sometimes, but she would never let it show, here. Not in front of anyone who would think her weak for it. He looked away, not wanting to draw attention to her any further.

"Thanks." Ruli said, tapping Ysaryn and Gavin's wrist. "You're with me." He led them both out, and when they were led into the tent that had been provided, he turned, getting a good look. "Ysaryn and I will go back and forth. Gavin, you'll be setting up in between. It should only be two trips between us. Push that table against the back there, we'll use it later, and keep everyone out. Save for Kire for now."

It didn't take long at all for them to Walk back to Daryll's home in the mountains, gather the already packed crates, than Daryll, and return. Between the first and second trip, Gavin had begun unpacking the crates containing the ward pieces, setting them up on the table in the order they'd be needed, as well as the map they'd borrowed.
When they had it all ready, Ysaryn was sent to gather the Wenches and anyone else who was free and willing to volunteer. Ruli counted them as they filed in, calculating once again in his head to divide equally between them. When he'd finished, he summoned them one by one, handing them the correct number of runes, -each one about the size of a pomegranate-, a paper listing the correct number to place them as well as the direction each one should face, and pointed to the map. After ensuring they understood where to place each one, Ruli told them that, upon their return, he would be using brief magic to see where they were placed, so he needed them to stand a few feet back and get a good look at the rune and the ground before covering it in foliage and moving on.

When they were all handed out and each person understood their instructions, Ruli and Ysaryn grabbed all but the last of the runes, which they left under Gavin's protection, and they moved out to place them. It took the longest out of all the tasks, each volunteer moving stealthily along the grounds in a wide circle around the palace grounds. Ruli and Ysaryn had taken the pointed furthest out, so for the most part, they were able to pass everyone on the way and see that the instructions were followed. When Ruli placed his last, he Walked back to camp, counting the others as they trickled back in.
After asking permission, Ruli took each of their hands individually and asked that relax while he used his Mind-Touch magic to ensure each was properly placed. Each one was, to his relief, and he dismissed them afterward. Sending Ysaryn to inform Kire the pieces were in place, Ruli turned to Gavin.

"This is when I need your decision." Ruli said calmly. "If you decline, it will be okay. I can use my own blood to hide her. It will just make her seem ... well, like a nobody. Don't feel guilt if you're unsure."

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His gaze fell on the palace and Ruli went still. It should have filled him with awe; seeing the sheer size of it for the first time. But he felt pity. Having a home that size, where you could live with hundreds of people but never see them. Her whole surviving family, and all so far away. He wondered why she wanted it back, before remembering the power that came with it. And the threat its current captors posed to the whole capital.

As it loomed closer, Ruli had to look away, growing unnerved at what he was fighting for. Not just to help her and her family, but to correct a wrong doing in an entire empire. All of Amria. It was larger than anything else he'd done. Ever. When they stopped at last outside the gates, hearing the men and women cheer for their empress, Ruli shifted his weight from foot to foot, stretching his ankles and calves when they were called in for the final touches.

It reeked of body odor inside the tent. With how far they'd walked, and how many were standing here, Ruli wasn't surprised, and hardly minded. Ysaryn, however, wrinkled her nose for a moment until she adjusted. When Kire looked his way and asked about how long they needed, he turned to glance around the room. "Do I have your permission to use my Touch later, to ensure everything was placed correctly?" He asked in elvish.
Kire nodded.
Ruli inhaled. "Depending on how many pairs of hands I need, and judging by the circumference of our grounds," He paused, calculating. "Hour and a half to have the wards ready. Not including the I need to make finishing touches and distribute. Two hours including that. And I will need to use ... eh, my ability, to make sure everything is in the correct place, so I will need to confirm with everyone who helped place. If I don't need to correct anything, two and a half hours. Give or take a few minutes."

Ysaryn whistled, impressed. Ruli ignored her. "If I could have a tent to place everything and finish, I'll begin the last of what I need done."

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Ruli caught her eye and smirked. "Just can't get the hair right." He teased, patting his bun. But he caught the look in her eye. The way she looked at his armour, the weapon he held. The weight of it all. Even Ysaryn had grown quiet, her eyes alert and searching, as if she expected the enemy to appear through their own numbers.

The march was long. Ysaryn and Ruli offered no complaints, both adjusted well enough to the pace of the army, the closeness of the other bodies. Now and then, Ruli would glance at Gavin to try to gauge his mood, his reaction. Aside from cautious, the lad looked fine. As the day wore on, and the march continued for miles, and miles more, they all grew quiet, conserving their energy.
It was gorgeous, at least. The off-worlders often turned their heads to peer around curiously, pointing silently to direct the others attention. Even the remains of the battle field, which Ysaryn studied as it if were a painting, reading the story written upon it from afar.

When they stopped for a meal, Ysaryn wove through the battalion for a bit before returning to sit and eat, sitting beside Ruli, who sat beside Gavin. "Battle is easy." Ysaryn said to Gavin during the conversation. "Only one thing to do in every one. Kill the person before he kills you." She grinned wickedly. "Very easy."
Ruli smirked at her before looking around to Myka, then to the sword tied to his right hip. "I haven't yet. I'll need to practice before the fight. Its heavier than mine."
"Oh, I will fight you." Ysaryn said with a tone in her voice that gave Ruli an uneasy chill.

They ate, and, after RUli's repeated dismissal and Ysaryn's repeated insistence, they sparred only for a short time. Ruli apprehensively swinging the blade while Ysaryn circled him like a wolf. Mercifully, she only took a few swings at him, which helped Ruli get used to the weight and sturdiness of the sword before they moved on.

As Narda asked, both Ruli and Ysaryn glanced her way. Ysaryn grinned her wolfish smile while Ruli nodded. "I'll have to Walk back anyway for all the supplies. Too much to carry, too fragile to toss into a wagon."
Ysaryn blinked. "I did not know this."
"You didn't noticed I don't have anything on me but the sword?"
"I just assume you made sort of deal with Chieftess." She said teasingly, and Ruli frowned at her. "Space in her royal wagon in exchange for ... well."
"Shut up." Ruli grumbled, and she chuckled. "You've been dying to tease me all day, and you chose now?"
"Is all about timing in a battle."
Ruli sighed, glancing to Narda, hoping she wouldn't press, now, as well.

When they camped again, Ruli stood talking with one of the Wenches, though he wasn't sure which one, exactly, repeating instructions for the wards, when he heard Kire's voice and glanced over. She spoke to Gavin, looking well worn already. He nodded to the Wench and wandered over, folding his arms over his chest. "A little walking is good." He put in. "Helps keep your anxiety from building. At least that's what Ysaryn kept telling us." He grinned. His blue eyes studied Kire, the wariness in her face, the shadow behind her eyes. "You alright?"

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Ruli nodded, then raised an eyebrow. He didn't know the history or the origin of the sword, but he could tell she was fond of it. Especially considering how frantic she'd grown after pulling him from his world and realizing she didn't have it.
"Somehow, that its bound to her will isn't surprising." Ruli commented, settling the blade in his lap carefully. "Sharp minded and tongued, may as well have a physical weapon to accompany that."

She left, and once the sword was set aside, Ruli and the others dove into their work with what little preparations they could get to here. Ysaryn, once Ed was taken for conversation, moved outside again with her blades to resume her exercises, the elf moving in graceful, lethal circles in a sort of dance. To keep her muscles limber, and to get used to the new weapons.

When the trio from down the hill crossed paths with her on their way in, she ceased and followed, her skin flushed with cold, and her eyes glittering with anticipation. The moment he saw Kire, he reached for his own sword, buckled on his left hip instead of his natural right. He thrust it at her, pommel first. "If I get to play with yours, you get to play with mine." He said with a smirk before he disappeared into the armoury. Ruli borrowed both lighter, chainmail gear as well as something that would pass as Kire's at a distance or an untrained glance. Ysaryn stuck with her chainmail beneath her leathers, and Ruli couldn't tell if she wore them, yet, or if they were packed. Once Gavin had equipment, they made their way back out.
While the cousins said their farewells to one another, Ysaryn pestered Ruli with quiet, but quick paced questions about last night. He ignored her, but not without feeling a soft flush to his ears.
They had a long march ahead of them for gossip, he reminded her, and knew he'd regret that invitation immediately.

Back at the Froheim manor, or castle, though it was far nicer than the castle in Úvano, Kire announced they'd be with Narda, and the trio migrated with the giantess. "If we are to fight with the army, we move with the army." Ysaryn said, matter-of-fact, lifting her head proudly.
"Not like we can't zip home if we change our minds, either."
"Uh." Ysaryn raised her hand suddenly, thinking. "How are we to march? On foot?" She looked around nervously, suddenly wondering if they'd be on horseback.
"Changing your mind already? You can always just walk." Ruli teased her, getting as many jabs in before she turned her relentless interrogation on him.
The glare she gave him told him she was close to outing his business to the Wenches.