Helo

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning, 10:40am
Location: Shooting Range
Interactions: Nahir @Rodiak


Leo had a favor in mind when he suggested the wager. Had he won he’d have asked Nahir to look out for Charlotte during the dinner she and Duke Vikena were scheduled to have with the Sultan and his family. But the thought would never leave his head. While Thea fared well against the knight, the stranger from House Damien proved more than her match. Had he followed instinct alone, and chosen Verrick, he would’ve won. Perhaps it was a mistake to bet on family, but it was not one he found any regret in.

“A fine set of matches. And your man progressed the furthest, name your favor whenever it suits you.” Leo showed nor felt any trace of resentment at the minor loss; owing a favor to any royal was only a future chance to further ingratiate himself and this was another opportunity to get to know Nahir.

"Your sister is a skillful archer."

This comment from Nahir only brought forth his most genuine smile. It was refreshing to hear his sister recognized for her strengths rather than the often whispered rumors of youthful mistakes.

“How kind of you say.” He said, standing as the matches ended and using the conversation as an opportunity to not clap for Verrick, though he was glad to see a Varian win. “I hope your day brings you as much delight as your company has brought mine.” He added before bowing in the Alidasht manner. His words, while meant to appease the ego of royalty, also came with sincerity. Royalty, and most nobles, could see through hollow compliments, so Leo always kept his honest.

Leo waited for an official dismissal, just as he had with Princess Sadie, before departing. It was more than just maintaining the image of a proper nobleman, these signs of respect were a part of the structures that held society together. Leo believed in order, and he believed in the social hierarchy which kept the order. It all mattered, and it became as instinctual as breathing.

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Time: Morning, 11am
Location: Athletic Arena
Interactions: none

optional flashback

The already crowded arena continued to pack people in, noble and ignoble alike had all come for the event. There were even other children here, Leo’s mother had certainly made it sound like this was an event only for grown folks. But Leo hadn’t been convinced, he knew his mother just hated anything exciting. Not his dad though, Duke Feralt never once complained about mud in the house, or grass stains on clothes, or the occasional fall from a tree, Leo’s dad always approved of wild adventures. Even more importantly for Leo; his father never made him feel like being a child meant he couldn’t understand the world.

Today his father had decided to take Leo for an adventure, out to see the execution of some vile Caesonian criminal. His mother had gawked at the suggestion, she had tried to convince him he didn’t want to see such things. Like he hadn’t already killed his very own deer, by his own hand, just a year before. She always forgot those things. And Leo was not afraid, only excited to go to something that he’d only ever heard adults speak of. But there were other children here, some even younger than him. Leo wondered if those kids got to have two fun parents, and then he thought about how many more adventures he could’ve had if he too had a fun mother.

At least he had one fun parent. That was why Leo had a caramel-covered apple when he went to see his first execution with his dad, knowing full well his mother would’ve complained the whole time about how much of a mess caramel could make. So Leo ate his apple with a wide grin as his little legs struggled to keep up with his father's long, effortless strides. Duke Feralt stood like a tower over his young son, and on a hot summer day like today, a young Leo found relief in the large shadow he cast.

“So, why are they executing him?” Leo asked as a man was led into the arena with guards on either side of him. The man wore an empty expression, one more like a freshly slain deer than an expression he'd seen on a man before.

“Leo, how do you think a man stays king? How does one man keep so many people in line?” Duke Feralt asked and Leo knew where this was going. Well, kind of. His father was doing that thing again where he answered questions with a different question and that meant Leo was supposed to learn something.

So Leo took a moment to think about his dad’s question. A king’s job was to lead a whole country, so it seemed only obvious that as long as a king did a really good job the people would follow him. “I guess by being real good at it.” Still, Leo felt it was too obvious to be the right answer.

“Does King Edin strike you as a great leader of men?” His father asked, but he knelt to whisper the question, using the quiet voice adults did when they said things children weren’t supposed to hear.

Leo laughed but shook his head, definitely not. His father scowled at the laughter, which was odd because he didn’t normally. His mother scowled at laughter, especially at the dinner table. But Leo didn’t think much about why his father had scowled. He watched as the man, with his hands and feet tightly bound, was dragged closer to the center of the arena and fashioned to a large stake. It was happening, the air in the stadium seemed to buzz in anticipation. One of the guards began to announce the list of crimes the doomed man was guilty of, but Leo’s attention quickly refocused on his father.

“Then love?” Leo took another guess, back home everyone in Varian loved their King. And the Queen too. Enough so that even when the adults in his life spoke of how they disagreed with the king’s rule they eventually ended up agreeing that he was still a very good king. “Because they protect their kingdoms. They are the best of us.” People in Caesonia certainly seemed to love their king, Leo had even once been forced to spend an entire afternoon at a museum all about King Edin. It had been painfully boring.

“Sometimes,” His father agreed. “And those men leave behind a great legacy, history remembers them kindly. But that is a very difficult thing to do.”

Leo nodded, that made sense and he knew these to be things his father often spoke about. He still struggled to see what any of this had to do with executing a criminal.

The guards had given the doomed man space as one approached with a torch. Flames caught the straw beneath the doomed man and reached their way towards flesh. The quiet air carried panicked screams throughout the arena and everything smelled of char. Eventually, the screaming stopped, and the crowd continued to watch the husk burn, but for a brief moment barely a sound was heard above the crackle of the flames.

The scent of the air was stomach-churning, Leo dropped what remained of the caramel apple and wasn’t the least bit sorry to see it roll away. The air felt heavy, the sun dimmer. Leo glanced at his father who still watched the burning from where he knelt, and Leo stayed still and watched the burning too. He was supposed to, he was expected to learn something here. Leo felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

“Do you think that is how they rule here?” His father finally spoke, again he used a very quiet voice and Leo shook his head. He understood, here people knelt to King Edin not out of loyalty or love, but out of fear. “And how will this king be remembered?”

“Not well.” Leo understood that much. This was what it looked like when a king ruled through fear. Caesonia was not just a fun place they visited in the summers, it was a much darker place than Varian.

His father nodded in agreement as he stood back up.

The first time Leo had witnessed an execution he’d been too young to understand all of it. He now better understood how King Edin ruled; he chose the easiest path, one of brutality and fear. The public executions, and the immediate willingness to offer up a stable boy as a sacrificial lamb, served as a constant reminder of what would happen to those who stepped out of line. It was effective, for a time, but it would not maintain, and eventually, he would only be remembered for his failings.

Such extreme force could only create opposition. Caesonia was already showing signs of weakness, an unraveling of order. And while Caesonia struggled, Varian would strengthen and maintain. Varian inspired complacency over fear, this was long-lasting. This was the better way.

The crowd today was somber, eyes all fixed on the event and very little noise was heard above the wind which strummed against flags and banners. This doomed man walked towards his end of his own accord with indignant confidence. There was no struggling, no screams nor pleas for mercy, only mismatched eyes that burned with rage.

The same sorts of questions floated about; who was the doomed man, where was he from, what had he done, and how will his life end? Whoever the man was he had not drawn himself a packed crowd, his ending clearly didn’t hold as powerful a draw over some of the other events taking place. Not even important enough for the King or Queen to show an interest.

But the arena held enough of a crowd to see that there were still plenty who saw the value of witnessing such a brutal act. A catharsis of darker and more violent aspects of human nature, to quench the thirst for the old ways and then leave the arena after the execution ready to again strive to live an honorable life. Leo found value in this, it was important to experience all aspects of the world, good and bad, to understand it in its entirety.

Despite how dark an event it was, this held a memory that had been only his father and him.

One perfect summer day his dad had taken him to watch a man die. It had been the first time he had been talked to less like a child and more like an equal, like an heir. He’d been let in on the most important part of his father’s life, the part that was The Duke of Stravy before all else. That day felt important, and Leo had felt important that day too.

It was a strange memory to cherish, but he did, and he found a sense of peace in being here now, on his own, repeating the ritual and waiting for the catharsis.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 11:05 am
Location: Headed to the Entrance Hall
Interactions: Wulfric @SilverPaw

“Really, brother, alcohol in the morning?”

Wulfric seemed to come out of nowhere, or Callum just hadn’t noticed him, he wasn’t paying close attention to anything besides his own thoughts. Wulfric looked entirely displeased, entirely unimpressed with the closest Callum really came to his best efforts and poked at the same flaw that had already been recently picked at by Morrigan.

...can’t function without liquid courage.

And what was so wrong with wanting a little help getting through an already difficult day?

Really, brother, alcohol in the morning?

Didn’t they all have their own ways of getting through the days? Ana got by on naivety, ignorance was her bliss and she could still find enough joy in small things to get by. Auguste had swordsmanship, he’d seen his brother dissolve into a warrior when he fought, and his brother had found a place where he could exist in only the moment. But Callum would never trust himself enough to go there; to let violence become an instinct, a part of him, not with his family’s history. Then there was Wulfric, so tightly wound with secrets and repression that Callum wasn’t even sure who he was. Was their parents' approval really worth that?

They all had something they leaned a little too much into, his was just easier to notice.

“I believe I was instructed, by you, to ‘try and find whatever joy I can in this'?” Callum casually tossed Wulfric’s words back at him. Why should he feel bad about it? Wulfric had started it.

“And surely the fine noblewomen would prefer drunken and jolly to sober and sullen?” He added, but it seemed ignoring Callum was the theme of the day. Wulfric didn’t seem to care what he had to say so Callum didn’t see a reason to take any care with his words.

“Presentable? I think I’m more than presentable for attending this joke of an event. Properly dressed and more than willing to be polite as we are gawked at by bored noblewomen. I hardly think the Alidashti guests sit riddled with anxiety wondering how our dating lives are going this morning. ” Callum continued talking as Wulfric ordered those nearby to make him presentable, and ordered Callum to be on time. “Thought you were the smart one Wulfy, fifteen minutes isn’t going to sober me up any. But sure, make me late, spin it like it’s my fault.” Callum added, but Wulfric was already leaving. Callum was then left alone with a servant charged with the impossible task of sobering him up and making him presentable by Wulfric’s standards. He was led to the nearest washroom.

“Apologies, my brother is extremely unpleasant. If I could trouble you to maybe grab me a cup of coffee, I can try and fix this unfortunate mess.” Callum grinned and gestured to his face, hoping to make the poor servant charged with making him look presentable, feel more at ease. He imagined it had to be nerve-wracking to work for someone so obsessed with perfection as Wulfric.

Callum had hoped for maybe a slight easing of the tension but the servant still looked unsure of how to proceed. Accosting a prince with cold water likely seemed as dangerous as failing to complete Wulfric’s demands.

So Callum filled the sink with cold water and plunged his face in willingly. It provided a temporary shock to the system, enough to wake him up a bit more. He glanced at the servant, ”see, working on it.” He assured her, and she left, likely to grab him the requested cup of coffee.

Callum spent the rest of his time attempting to fix his hair in a way that Wulfric would find passable. He wasn’t sure what else to do, he looked how he felt; exhausted, half dead, miserable, there wasn’t much about that he could fix.

Eventually, the servant returned with a cup of coffee which Callum accepted and he mostly stared into the cup while breathing in its scent.

“It works better if you drink it, your highness.” The servant spoke up, and Cal nodded and drank the warm liquid.

“So it does.” He answered with a nod. The servant then handed him a bottle of cologne and which Cal also accepted. He sprayed himself, perhaps a bit excessively, with a scent of bergamot and oak. “Smart thinking, thank you.” He handed the bottle of cologne back to her.

“How do I look now? Sober as a churchmouse?” He asked leaving the washroom still swaying as he walked.

“Better.” But not great, far from perfect. Callum filled in the rest. He knew it and appreciated the honesty of the simple answer.

“If you have time maybe you could help me out with a small favor?” He asked, and the servant nodded. Callum led her back to his room where she waited by the door as he dragged the trolly of food Riona had brought up. “I don’t have time to eat all this but I’d hate for food to go to waste. Maybe you, or someone you know, can make sure this is all properly enjoyed?” He asked leaving the trolley outside as he relocked the door to his room. “If anyone gives you any trouble for it, let me know, and I’ll handle it, personally.” He offered before leaving the servant with the trolley of food and heading towards the entrance hall.

He arrived a couple of minutes past eleven but Edin was not around yet so that was just as good as being on time. Time in Sorian revolved around Edin, whenever his old man happened to show up was exactly right on time no matter how late it seemed to everyone else. So Callum and his half-drunk cup of coffee were ushered to his seat as the youngest of the royal line scanned the crowd that had already formed.

The sight of the crowd made him feel nauseous and uneasy. Too many unfamiliar faces, eyes shining with dreams of ambitious social climbing, so many people who desired everything he hated about his own life without even an inkling of everything that’d be giving up to have it. He sat in his assigned seat near his brothers without any idea of how long this would take, how long he’d be forced into fake, polite, small talk with no sure sign of relief in sight. He looked around, hoping to spot a familiar face, at least one person he could look forward to talking to, but saw only the sea of the unfamiliar.

Callum brought the coffee near his face, not drinking it, just breathing in the smell until it was the only thing he focused on. He was pretty sure he’d overdone it with the cologne and now it was giving him a headache. Or maybe it was the stress, or lack of food, or last night. He should’ve left his head in the sink, and breathed in icy water until he merged with the abyss. Not a helpful thought. He reminded himself. After this he’d be in the clear, he could find whatever activity was happening as far away from the palace as he could, get some fresh air, feel normal for a bit. Soon, he just had to be patient. Deep breaths, the smell of coffee, and a bit of freedom in an hour or two.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 10:40 am
Location: Callum’s Room
Interactions: Riona and Morrigan @JJ Doe


It was easier for Callum to think about and understand what he didn't want and what he hated than it was to know what he did want for himself. So that was where he started. He took a deep breath in as he thought about the surname Danrose and all that it had come to mean for him.

A parasitic lineage that had ruled for too long, only ever taking and never giving back anything more than scraps. He would not allow himself to be part of that, the family name was far too tainted ever be anything he wanted for himself.

Then he breathed out, a deep exhale, as he imagined that name, and all the poison that went with it, leaving him. And who exactly was Callum without titles or his surname? He knew what he didn’t want to be; a coward or a parasite and certainly never a monster. It was harder to nail down exactly what he did want to be. He focused in on his breathing, on the words he’d carved into his wall, and what he had to change about himself first.

The first thing that came to mind was cowardly. He couldn’t worry about provoking the wrath of parents he had decided weren’t even worth calling family. Useless also came to mind, he needed to do more than irritate Edin, he needed to crawl his way beneath the surface and tear down everything that mattered to the rotted monarch; his legacy, his image, and his power. Then there was his weakness, another thing to rid himself of, Callum could not relent, he couldn’t stop focusing on this until he made real progress. Sorian and her people would have to come before anything else in his life.

It had to be all Callum, no Danrose. He had to find ways to make the rest of the world see just how vile the Danrose legacy was, bring every dark secret they kept hidden into the harsh light; expose everything that was rotten in his family tree. He’d have to hope it could be enough, that he could find enough people to care and then turn outrage into action. And he couldn’t do it alone, he’d have to find the right allies, and at least there he had an idea of where to start.

His thoughts were interrupted as the doors of his room opened. A brief moment of dread as he first assumed it was guards sent to escort him to the prince’s court which gave way to relief as he saw Riona.

“I have brought the brunch you requested, Your Royal Highness.”

“Brunch? Wonderful, thanks.” He answered, polite but detached. Relief had vanished at the use of the title; she was clearly not alone. Gods please don’t let it mother, Cal thought. No, Alibeth. Not mother, he reminded himself. Even though it was not Alibeth he was no more pleased to see Lady Morrigan pop out from behind Riona. If there were one word he’d use to describe Morrigan, cloying, would be it. Everything about her was crafted in excess and it left an unpleasant taste in the air around her.

“Good morning, Alaric. How are we feeling? Better?” She asked.

“Better? No, unconscious was certainly better.” Callum muttered, unsure if she didn’t hear him or chose to ignore his comment. Either way, she began ranting about the wall. His wall. In his room. Vandalism? Ridiculous. This was his room.

Riona’s reaction was different, a brief spark of a smile, a real one not the forced ones the palace staff always wore, and most importantly one that approved of the wall. Strange, he had expected to only hear how stupid of a move it was from anyone who saw it. That was all he’d come to expect from those around him, to only ever hear how poor his actions and choices were. Even from the people who offered the most support, he still found encouragement or approval a surprise.

“Art project, still in progress.” He whispered, and there was a sense of pride in his work. He kept most of his attention on Morrigan; confused as to why she was here, what she was doing, and why was she so fixated on his room. Re-decorate? Absolutely not.

“No I like it the way it is. Why-” She just kept talking, and touching things which kept him distracted even as he heard Riona add something about his liver needing a break. “Then I’d have a lazy liver, who wants that?” He joked as she gently removed his hand from the bottle without any hint of a fight from him. He wished she didn’t worry about him, there were better uses of her time. Like worrying about herself.

His attention snapped back to Morrigan who had continued to poke and prod her way around his room. He didn’t like it, someone just breaching his space like this. But she didn’t stop at just that, now she was rummaging through the fireplace as she continued to point out everything she didn’t like in his room.

Now, what is she doing? There was no way she knew. Maybe, maybe she could smell that he’d burnt something in here, but he wasn’t going to get paranoid. The evidence was gone, all burnt to ash, nothing to worry about. But what if she asked what he’d burnt? I tried my hand at writing poetry and it turned out so embarrassingly awful I had to burn it immediately. That sounded believable. He’d go with that.

She didn’t ask. Morrigan continued poking about at his things, now leaving traces of soot on everything she touched. It wasn’t so much that he hated people touching his stuff, he hated the invasion, by someone he didn’t trust, into someplace that was meant to be his sanctuary.

“Can I help you find something?” He asked, but again his words were either not heard or ignored outright. She had clearly either entirely lost her mind or was actively looking for something. How could she know? Had Edin or Alibeth sent her here for this? Surely if either of them had any suspicion they wouldn’t send Morrigan to obviously rifle around in front of me? Would they? Was it some bizarre mind game? This was brewing a far worse headache than any attempts to recall last night had.

Riona mentioned Darryn and his attention turned back to her. She’d asked when, he was guessing she meant the execution but Morrigan had shifted her attention from spreading soot around to harping on the color scheme of the room.

“It’s not,” He glanced at Riona, hoping she knew what he meant, then back towards Morrigan, “too dark, the curtain are just closed.” If she wants brighter colors she should snoop around Ana’s room. He thought. Morrigan, who seemed utterly entranced by the sound of her own voice, was certainly making a show of being distracted but he wasn’t letting his guard down. No one in this family could be trusted. Except maybe Ana. And Auguste. But that was it for now. Wulfric was still too much of an unknown to try and trust him.

Riona announced that they could leave and, finally, Morrigan stopped touching everything in his room. It was a small relief, to know he’d soon be rid of the intrusive and uninvited Lady, but he still had no clue why she was here bringing him brunch with Riona. Or why she was snooping around but these weren’t things he could answer now, so he had no choice but to worry about it later.

“There’re plenty of ladies who find brooding men irresistible. Go get them, stud.” She pinched his face, then kissed his forehead, internally he cringed. Callum faked a smile and nodded just glad she was finally leaving. Then Morrigan turned to Riona. “Don’t be so cruel. There are people in this world who can’t function without liquid courage.” Can’t function? That was just rude. He didn’t bother to hide that he took offense to that comment.

“No, she’s right, can’t expect to impress the ladies of the court if I can’t even stand up,” Callum spoke as they both left. Morrigan needed a new hobby. And he needed to remember to lock his own door.

Callum looked at the offering of food he had neither asked for nor that he had any desire to eat. He should eat, he wasn’t sure he actually name the last time he’d eaten anything of substance, but everything about the day so far had killed any trace of an appetite far more swiftly than Alibeth had tried to have a stable hand killed.

Callum took one last drink from the bottle before putting it back in its spot on his desk. Then he made his way to the entrance hall and his gait held a drunken sway. He locked the door to his room behind him and placed the key in a pocket close to his chest.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: River Fairy Kingdom - Treeant Inn
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Aiko @CitrusArms
Mentions: Xavier @Potter
Armor: Adamantine Half-Plate and Steel Chain Mail (currently in his room)
Weapons: Apricus; a Mithril longsword, a steel sheild with barrier charm (currently in his room), and a steel dagger.
Mount: Cow, a black and white Oak Horse (at the stable)
Equipment: Bow and quiver of arrows. Small backpack: 1 large red potion, 3 medium blue potions, 3 medium red potions, darksight glasses, wayfinder, and fire kit. A transmission bracelet (connected to Augus) and a pouch of amas.

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“No, no, we are not splitting up,” Orias shook his head, confused about how they’d all taken his speech on sticking together and decided it meant fracturing the group. Maybe that was his fault, speeches weren’t his thing, he was the wrong Biren for that, but he could recognize a good idea when he saw one. “But an assigned hunting buddy, that’s even better. Yuka will keep Xavier in her sights at all times. There are plenty of things that run amuck in the forests that have nothing to do with dark elves, demons, and war; we should not add unnecessary risk to this.” He added.

“Aiko is right, Xavier, diversity in your weapons training would be beneficial, you should take them up this.” Orias voiced his approval on the matter, then glanced from Yuka to Xavier again. Another thing that had not escaped the elf’s notice was how quickly Xavier had named Yuka as his partner and his eagerness to split off alone with her. “And if you and Yuka need time alone to make puppy dog eyes at one another I can assure you I have no interest in spying on that.” He added with a slight grin.

He soon felt Aiko’s hand upon his shoulder and the gentle breeze of the fan they waved. “I imagine you make an exceptional companion in just about any situation.” He replied and simply nodded a response to their next question indicating that he was ready to head out. Once the group was prepared to leave Orias led them from the comfort of the bustling fae city and into the quiet seclusion so easily found deep within the forests.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning, 10am
Location: Shooting Range
Interactions: Nahir @Rodiak
Mentions: Verrick @Aerandir, Thea @Tae

Leo briefly noticed Nahir’s gaze upon his hands and panic briefly rose. I missed a spot. Sitting here with a Shehzadi with peasant filth somewhere on my hands. One day into the summer and we’ve all already gone and offended her entire family on every occasion and I can’t even wash my hands right. The last thing he wanted was to add any further insult to Nahir or her family and here he was, sitting with royalty without having managed even wash his hands correctly. Mistakes like that reflected poorly not just on him, but more importantly on his family, his home, and his country. Leo knew he had to do better.

"I thought that mysteries and surprises were the national sports of Sorian. It almost feels like home."

“Well as a child I would’ve sworn the national sport was finding the best tree to climb but I think you're right, Caesonia does love her mysteries.” Leo agreed, thankful that her attention had left his hands. Perhaps the infraction had simply been forgiven.

As Thea’s name was announced Leo let out riotous applause, the very princess of Caesonia and Lady Zarai were both making such a scene for those they cheered for that Leo only felt it right to ensure his sister received the same support. He gave Sir Mathias quieter applause, the respectable knight was certainly a shining example of Varian values, but he was understandably biased as to who he wished to see victorious in this match.

“That’s my sister.” Leo said with a proud smile as the match between Thea and Mathias began. He considered Nahir’s suggestion of a bet for a moment before answering. “I’d never bet against family, so my choice is clear.” He added.

Had Leo wanted to choose who thought had the best odds of winning, Verrick likely the best choice, but he hardly wanted to bet on a man he couldn’t stand. Loyalty was more important than winning a bet anyway and he did believe Thea stood a good chance. “Could always wager something more interesting than coin, like a favor?” He offered.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: The Nest
Interactions: Helio @Princess, Barboda @Alivefalling, Tigerlily @Potter, & a New NPC
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives, 1 dagger, a spyglass, a wayfinder, a pouch of amas, and various jewelry.

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“Got plenty here lookin’ fer adventure, plenty lookin’ fer an easy way out of this city. But that ain’t who we’re lookin’ fer. What we need is folks who ain’t just lookin fer something easy. Folks who can sail, who can endure the seas, and willin’ to kill fer coin. That’s the sort we need.” Nym replied to Helio. Even a cursory glance around The Nest was enough to know that the vast majority of patrons here would make not just poor sailors, but lousy pirates as well. Too many in Roshmi slunk about in fear, hesitated, and tempered their actions to appease the occupying dark elves, and these were not men who would stand tall and face down a man like Ardyn and his crew. They needed to find those who walked the streets of this city without fear, and the added pressures in Roshmi would only make those of worth stand out more.

The entrance doors of The Nest opened, and a pair of orcs, one male and one female, entered and continued to hold the doors as another, this man a demifrog, strode through. The orcs let go of the doors, allowing them to close behind them, and then the two orcs followed a step behind the frogman, one at each flank. The two orcs remained vigilant, their eyes constantly scanning and studying the faces of those around them, alert for signs of threat. The demi-frog's attention settled on only Nym and those around him, just as focused and alert as the orcs but rather than searching for threats, the frogman searched for signs of worth.

“Now that there's Barnabus Bull, the man who made a pirate outta me. Went ‘n’ got himself a bit of coin and settled all the way up here to run rackets on land. Bleedin’ waste of a good pirate if ya ask me.” Nym shook his head but he’d been planting his sea tales about hoping to lure the old sailor out. He stood up and closed the distance between him and Barns.

“Heard some of yer tales floatin’ round here.” The demi-frog eyed Nym with the same look of disappointment Nym had seen the last time they’d parted ways, like a father at his wits end with a child intent on following the wrong path.

“Have ya now?” Nym flashed his teeth in a grin and shrugged.

“Aye, ‘n’ coy don’t suit ya none. Roshmi’s become nothing more than a pit of waste an’ ya’ve gone an’ washed yourself up ‘ere? Willingly? Thought I’d taught ya better.” The frogman spit upon the floor of the tavern. One of the orcs grunted and nodded.

“An’ what better place to find those who hunger for freedom than in men denied it?" Nym repeat words Barns had once said before continuing, "I got me a boat, a real beauty, and the starts of a fine crew, and-” Nym found himself interrupted as Barns snorted out a laugh.

“Am I to be impressed by that sorry lot?” Barns eyed up the group Nym had come from and laughed again. “Ain’t that the Scourge of The River Kingdom of himself? Heard yer sailin' with a bounty hunter now too. Not a proper pirate in that lot, always figured ya had more sense than this.”

“A sorry lot that faced down Ardyn’s men once and fixing to do it again. An’ this time, it’ll be rather final. Tell me Barns, ya still wanna kill a king?” Nym asked as if it were a question but already knew the answer.

“Got a worthy fight ‘ere too.” Barnabus answered but it lacked the same conviction Barns once had when he'd spoken of ending the reign of the pirate king, the fight in Roshmi was now but one of many lesser fights the frogman had settled for.

Still the same old Barns, always looking for a worthy fight over a profitable one. Today, however, the demi-frogs odd moral compass served Nym just fine.

“Ya mean a losing cause? Aye, now that sounds like a fine plan for a man with no future. Washed up on shore, fixin’ to die for the land folks? That ain’t us. Float until we sink, free until our last breath. Ain’t that what ya taught me, there’s no freedom ‘ere, mate.” Nym shook his head, it was his turn to show disappointment. The frogman glanced at the orcs at his flanks and nodded for them to move about freely through The Nest as he further considered Nym's offer.

“Fixin’ for Ardyn is it then?” The frogman said slowly, and Nym knew this was an opportunity the old sailor couldn’t turn down. Nym dropped the embellished sea tales, offering the full and honest tale of how The Harem had gathered a crew of misfits, their encounter with Ardyn’s men, and the death of their first captain the human Lizzie, all whispered in hushed tones.

“... An’ my word and hand to Cari, we ain’t lettin’ up till that bastard’s dead.” Nym promised. While Barns was tough as nails on the outside, he had more morals than a pirate needed, and Nym knew the frogman well enough to know that this was the fight he desired more than anything.

“Cap’n Nym, then, is it?” The demi-frog with a soft smile that seemed out of place on his tired, worn, face. “I think I like the sounds o’ that, ‘bout time I tested out the ol’ sea legs again anyhow.” Barns signaled for the orcs to return and, drinks in hand, they made their way back to the frogman.

“Welcome to the sorry lot, ya gonna introduce me to yer friends?” Nym asked.

“This here's Rak Vein Marauder and Vala Bone Shatterer, gotta love orc names eh?” Barns chuckled as he introduced his lackeys. “They can fight, they can sail, ‘n’ loyal so long as they get their fair share of coin.” The pair of orcs gave only a nod and grunt in agreement. “Now who exactly ya got workin' fer ya?” Barns asked, following Nym back to the group he'd come from.

"Barboda, Helio, and Tigerlily." Nym said gesturing at each of them before turning to gesture at Barnabus and the orcs. "Our newest recruits; Rak Vein Marauder, Vala Bone Shatterer, and ol' Barns, who'll be ensurin' that The Harem is wholly ready to take on Ardyn, each of ya is to go an' find yerself a recruit who can, at least, be trusted in a fight, and preferably know their way 'round a ship. We'll reconvene at the docks tonight."

Nym let Barns know where to find The Harem, and the frogman stayed long enough to entertain any question directed his way from the others but after that, he and the two orcs would be headed to the docks.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning, 10am
Location: Shooting Range
Interactions: Nahir @Rodiak
Mentions: Verrick @Aerandir, Thea @Tae, Sadie/Ezra @Potter, and the mysterious Cassius Vael @PapaOso


Leo only gave a casual and indifferent bit of applause as Verrick was announced the victor of the second match, he’d have much preferred to have seen the woodsman defeated, but Verrick’s win was at least a win for Varian. A small disappointment, but not a surprise, if Leo were going to bet money on this contest he’d have bet on Verrick because for men like Verrick archery was more than a hobby, it was a part of his way of life. Without mastery of his chosen weapon, a woodsman and a royal bodyguard would not last very long. Despite knowing Verrick to be one of the finest marksmen of Varian, Nahir had given the woodsman quite the competition.

Leo stood from his seat as Shehzadi Nahir approached, bowed, and sat back down again after she had, even in a more casual setting respect for royalty was never forgotten. Once again it seemed, he was deemed worthy company for the Shehzadi, and he would have to try not to disappoint. “Such an eventful morning,” Nahir had an enchanting smile, one that compelled him to return the expression without thought.

“Indeed, your highness,” Leo nodded. “But a well-shot match, especially given how apparently eventful last night was, a shame to now remember none of it.” Leo said, and it was a shame, something about the party felt important like there was something he should remember but to think about it only brought forth a headache just as he had discovered this morning. The memory loss was troubling, the likely cause, that they had all been drugged, was even more troubling, because it lacked an obvious motive. None of them had mentioned anything being stolen, and they were all more or less doing well, so if not to harm them, if not to steal from them, then why go to all the trouble of drugging them? That seemed almost an even more pressing question than who had done it.

“And my apologies for the distress last night caused you and your family, suggesting that party was reckless of me, a habit I should not have brought to court.” Leo spoke sincerely, even though the Alidasht royals would’ve likely gone with or without his involvement, he had suggested it as a good idea without knowing anything about it, and that had been reckless. His judgment last night had been poor, but there was one good thing to have come from last night, and that was knowing that Thea had chosen not to go. Based on Thea’s behavior, her now choosing to stay out of trouble, was something he was going to take as a good sign.

The archery contest continued forward as the next competitors were announced.

"Lord Cassius Vael of House Damien against ...Isaac? Who's Isaac?"

Leo’s attention turned from Nahir to the announcer. Another mistake, anything less than giving one’s full attention to a royal when given the honor of speaking with them was rude, but a new and unknown player from House Damien was something that demanded attention.

Nevermind who Isaac is, who the hell is Cassius Vael? Leo was not the only one in the crowd wondering that, he was sure of it. Many faces around him seemed equally puzzled, and many, did as Leo did, and strained to catch a sight of Cassius Vael as his name was called.

“Strange, a Damien I’ve not heard of, makes one wonder where they’ve been hiding him,” Leo said, his head turning back to Nahir. And why. He thought. This Cassius was close enough to the Damien family to be competing under their name, and this was a clear announcement of his presence in court, but who exactly was he? A cousin? Leo would’ve figured he’d have at least heard of him. Had Count Calbert taken a ward? Did Calbert even know this man was here? Calbert was a hard presence to miss and Leo was sure he hadn’t seen Calbert at the archery range. He had a lot of questions, but more than confusion, Leo found himself excited by the thought of additional drama for House Damien.

“Seems Sorian plans to be full of both mysteries and surprises this summer.” He added. Something else briefly grabbed his attention, Ezra the insufferable baker slinking and stalking about as he drew nearer to where Princess Sadie sat beneath a tree. Sadie looked to be trying to enjoy breakfast in peace and away from attention, though with her bodyguards it was hard not to notice her. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise much in the same way they would when out in the wilderness, when even if he couldn’t see it, he could feel when a dangerous animal was lurking nearby. That was exactly the sort of feeling that followed Ezra.

Though too far away to overhear any of the conversation between baker and princess, Sadie’s reaction gave away that whatever Ezra had spoken, had been unpleasant. Leo remembered the way Ezra had spoken to him, in a hushed voice that prodded at known wounds, no doubt he was trying to expel the same venom towards the Varian princess. Another mysterious ‘why’ hung about the air, though for Ezra chaotic deviance could simply be the explanation.

From then on Leo did his best to stay present, and keep most of his attention focused on Nahir and anything she had to say, but he did track Ezra’s movements. He kept a careful eye on the baker to ensure the man did not stray too close to Thea, with every intention of intervening if Ezra did so.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: The Nest
Interactions: Tigerlily@Potter, Barbuda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess
Equipment: A cutlass, 2 knives, 1 dagger, a spyglass, a wayfinder, a pouch of amas, and various jewelry.

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“To be expected, guessin’ there ain’t much to find.” Nym replied to Tigerlily. No murmurings of Helio's lost friends and after four months, and now, after seeing everything that was happening in Roshmi, his best guess was that they were far too late to find much of anything. He studied Tigerlily for a moment before he continued.

“I appreciate yer efforts, sorry fer the wild goose chase. I’ll break the news to the lad once he’s dried out a bit. This place ain’t good fer any of us, we’ll grab us some worthy hands and leave soon as we can.” He added. Roshmi had become a shithole, that much was clear, and it was taking far too much a toll on Tigerlily for him to justify looking for folks who were likely long dead.

He glanced back towards Helio and Barboda who seemed to have settled their dispute without a fight breaking out. Disappointing, Helio could use some sense knocked into him, but there’d be plenty of others roaming Roshmi City willing to oblige if Helio kept looking for a fight. Nym glanced at Tigerlily, nodded towards their other two crewmates, and headed over there.

“Any headway on findin’ yer mates?” Nym asked Helio. “If not, we best stay busy, get The Harem stocked and ready, find us a few more hands. This ain’t the port to be gettin’ too relaxed.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning, 10am
Location: Shooting Range
Interactions: Ezra @Potter
Mentions: Nahir @Rodiak

Leo had given a smile and returned the sentiment when Nahir had wished him luck. He’d been wondering if he should ask how she was after last night's bizarre party, immediately apologize for suggesting said party, or simply refrain from mentioning the disaster of last night, when he’d heard his name being called.

“Hey, Leo, Leo sized up the man who spoke, his competition was the baker from yesterday’s ball, hardly someone worth having a conversation with but he headed over to him anyhow.

I’d wish you luck but I heard you may not need it. I’ve heard great things about your kingdom. And how quick your mother got over your dad’s death. I’d say it’s a shame, but I guess the heart wants what it wants. Your sister looks like she’s taking it well though. Looks great today.” Ezra’s words hissed out, a venom that only aggravated old wounds. Leo paused to look around as if confused for a moment before whispering back to the baker.

“And where might your family be seated? How strange, I don’t see anyone here to cheer for you. No parents, no siblings, and not a single man or woman around who seems to want your pitiful name on their lips. That’s awfully sad, to be loved by no one.” Leo made a show of smiling widely as he returned the less-than-friendly goading.

The first round began, Leo notched the arrow and pulled back.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Release.

The arrow soared striking the target’s red inner ring. A respectable score of seven points, not a bad first go. Not bad is not good enough. The process repeated, Leo focused only on that centered golden circle in the target, this time only hitting the middle blue ring for five points. How dare he mention my mother. A nobody. What does he even know? Nothing, that’s what, well maybe how to bake a shitty cake... Another arrow left his bow, another falter, and it struck only an outer black ring. Only three points, he was getting worse. Keep it up Leo, disappoint Varian, start now and they’ll be used to it later. His fourth arrow found its way back to the red ring for another seven points. Smithwood’s do not celebrate mediocrity, Leo. His first round was average, and even though it had been better than Ezra’s first round, it did not feel like a victory. He should've done better, he was here representing both Stravy and Varian, in a foreign city after all.

He fared worse in the next round as his first arrow hit nothing. The second and third arrow both found their way to the blue ring. The fourth arrow faired better, striking the red ring. Ezra had taken the lead as far as the points went, and Leo found it more difficult to focus on anything more than how irritating it would be to lose to Ezra.

The final round began, and his first arrow hit the outer black ring. Two more arrows missed their mark completely. There would be no win for Leo, and sure, he disliked losing, and had this been a friendly competition, it would be no big deal. He had not figured he’d be winning this contest, there were several here whose skill outmatched him even on his best day, but losing to a snide weasel-faced baker was what left him feeling bitter. There was nothing friendly here, Leo hated Ezra as soon as the baker had opened his mouth and he only hoped the time would come where they could settle things in a far less public forum and in a far less civilized way.

His last arrow, one sent flying without a thought, having already resigned to the loss, struck the middle of the target, a bullseye in the golden circle. There was no pride in that shot, just further proof that he wasted his potential.

He held up his composure as he turned to Ezra and offered a simple bow as the baker was announced as the winner. Poor sportsmanship was not a flattering look for a nobleman so he did his best to look cordial. Ezra’s win had been fair, and it wasn’t as if Leo had placed any bets on this contest. “Congratulations.” He said nothing further to Ezra, and the farther he walked away the less he could see the weasel-like features of the other man’s face. That only made the archery range a far more pleasant place and he reminded himself that he was now freed up to get something to eat and to enjoy watching the other matches.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: North Pass, Out hunting
Interactions: Rue @Potter
Armor: Leather Vest with Armor of Deflection charm, Rest of outfit minus the gloves.
Weapons: Steel Short Sword with Shift Charm transforming it into a chain knife, and a small boot knife.
Equipment: a backpack containing: 1 large red potion, 1 green potion, 3 large blue potions, 2 small blue potions, a hunting knife, a flask, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, matches, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs (skaula and zemak), rolling papers, pipe, a gorestria gem ring and a pouch of amas.

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The first shot hit a squirrel, but the moose didn’t seem to notice and the squirrel's fall was softened by the snow. Rue seemed flustered, her cheeks flushed as she whispered an apology.

“You’ve got this.” He mouthed back as she tried again. The arrow flew, and the moose gave nothing but a grunt as the arrow pierced its heart. A quick, clean, kill. Bowyn threw an arm around Rue for a quick hug. “Still one of the best shots from the ol’ village I see. Even managed a quick snack for Moony, I’m sure he must be plenty hungry.” Bowyn released his grip and headed for the squirrel first, pausing to give a prayer of thanks for the small creature and then one for the larger animal. Then he pulled the arrow out, leaving the squirrel and assuming Moony would like to eat the small snack.

The problem was now transporting the moose, they had not come prepared to bring something this large back to North Pass, and the moose outweighed him and Rue a few times over. He wanted to take the animal back whole, doubting that Rue wanted to spend the afternoon field dressing a moose, and either way, it was going to be a daunting task. He checked the moose first, a quick jab of his finger at the eye, making sure it was dead before removing the arrow and returning both arrows to Rue.

“We got a couple of options. One, you fly off and grab Ishmael and tell him to roll out here with his big fancy cart and boar, while I stay here and make sure no other predators steal your game. Or, I make an ice toboggan, freeze up some of this snow and we half push half slide this thing back into town. Unless you’ve got another idea, open to suggestions.” He offered up the first two suggestions that came to mind.