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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

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Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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@Torack The Master of the Guard cringed as he saw the deep frown that flickered across Lucivar’s face. While there wasn’t much known about the Eyrien Warlord Prince, the simple fact was that he wore the Ebon-Grey and thus was not on to cross easily. He was dangerous. The Hyallian assassin could feel his limbs grow heavy and taunt as though a great weight pressed about him his shields doing very little to stop the oncoming force. Golden eyes flickered with panic. Death was bad enough, but if he had to face her and explain his failure? That would be worse. Thanking his forethought to have cloaked himself in Crafted shields about his hand weapon as Lucivar sought to tear it from his grip with the Ebon-Grey, the assassin acted before he could be stopped.

The silver blade jerked upwards at the same time as the assassin’s jewel lashed out at the small Queen before him. Karlianne’s blood spilling down the front of her dress as wide eyes stared in pain and shock as her jewel was burned out by the more powerful male. But the assassin did not gain time to boast as Lucivar’s next move closed off the assassin’s airway. Suffocating the man couldn’t bear to moved as the Queen in his arms gripped at the her throat. Sinking back against her killer, even as her eyes dulled. The life leaving her body as the assassin had stuck out with that last bolt of power to burn away the Queen’s left over power and what remained of her mind. A blessing perhaps as death would have been slow and painful.

Tristan looked in horror, shoving Lucivar aside in an attempt to reach his Queen. A small woman who would no more be Queen, as she laid upon the wood polished floor.

@Deos Morran Belor felt his wings that had been stiff with worry relax. “It involves you and your keep. As those who will be drawn to the Queen will be drawn here.” The Rose Jeweled Warlord Prince nodded in admittance that the commander had hit the nail on the head. “She would do a better job of explaining it but with the Hourglass Coven being hunted down… We thought it might be best to see where you stood upon such matters before granting full disclosure.” There was almost an apologetic note in the man’s voice, his head nodding in thoughts that were more for himself than Rathe.

While this could very well be a trap, what Belor had heard of the Warlord Prince that commanded the Helios Warcamp- something he had taken to calling a ‘Fort’ for some strange reason- was that the man disliked the twisted queens greatly. Enough that he lived the life of a rogue and led many other men in such things. Of course there was always the odd woman, but not many.. They weren’t the targets of the Twisted Queens generally and often if they did have ties to the rogues. They were the spies inside of town and such. “Three will make the triangle about the Queen, and two of those three will gather here at Helios. As to where this Queen is…” The Warlord Prince shook his head in annoyance. “That would be for the Widow to answer and she will tell no one until those who are needed are gathered. Stubborn women.”

@NanoFreakV2 While more arrows followed the first, they did not pierce the deflecting shield that Crowglide had put about himself and his mount. A blessing perhaps, as the horse soon entered the cover of the woods. Rendering any more arrows near useless and less than an attempt. There was no noise of pursuit from behind the fleeing mount. For while the guards had been there it was more of an attempt to keep people out rather than in. More of a way to collect gold from tolls and taxes than to actually guard the citizens. For the Queen of the village was greedy. And while the village did have a slight ‘wall’ made of rough pastures surrounding the village, the main road was a road and thus carts found it more easy than hopping a fence.

@nohbdies The first of the archers reached the door, a scraggly looking youth not even reaching his majority of twenty years. With an arrow nocked on his hunting bow and the string taunt with the intent to kill. There was a split second of silence in the cabin as the Hyallian Warlord managed to register what was going on. Though he failed to rise from the bed. A shared look of fury passed between the two as raw power surged from the Warlord, and the bow string snapped as the arrow was loosened to pin the Warlord to the bed. His eyes staring in shock at the shaft that protruded from his chest. But the boy was not still yet. His clothes were slightly burnt and blood encrusted his hands and arms. Mud covered the solid looking boots and his eyes were wild with terror and rage as he aimed the next arrow at the Healer and her escort.

A hand shot out pushing the bow down as the second archer caught up. They both had the look of two who had been out hunting and had run into some disaster or mishap. “Watch her! That’s a Healer, Liran.” The breathless lad gasped out sharply. The first boy’s rage slowly draining as he looked at Artemis and started to shake from the shock. A green cast coming over the lad’s face.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: The Palace

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There was a wicked smile of the rogue wizard's face, as he gave a chuckle. "Lover. Am I moving up in the world?" But while words were eager for such a thing, Rhys was in fact contemplating the best way to dispose of the Witch Mother and place Nera as his puppet in her place. Giving a graceful bow, he swept an imaginary hat from his head. "My dear Witch Mother. I would be so eager to make sure you remain unharmed. That is what allies are for are they not?"

So it was Rhys followed after the woman and found himself facing an amusing situation. It wasn't like he could go to the Castle with the news that the Port Witches had the little Luna or that he would. It would go against what he wanted after all. Not to mention he whole business with the fact he was supposed to be dead. Speaking of which... He's have to deal with that pesky wizard at some point. Doubtful the man would keep his mouth shut but... Mistaken identity? He had never really spoken of his family so it was possible to say he was a relation of the poor lad who had perished. Leaning against the wall as he watched the two witches deal with an intruder and their Cradle Snatched child. Richard though he might amuse himself. "What is this little odd one doing here? Shall I just... Read what you most desire you precious childe?" Rhys crooned as he eyed the woman greedily trying to read her thoughts. "Do you want that one... She looks entertaining."

Ancient Piracy

Ryssa gripped one of the rope's grapple and pulled herself up it with ease. Though it was not necessarily a skill that came from climbing ropes so much as climbing the balconies of her mother's residence. Allowing visits between customers and her to slip away without having to risk being spotted by some handsy drunk. Latching a hand upon the rail of the deck the grey haired woman disguised as a man swung herself on board. A knife stabbing into the throat of an archer who turned to face her.

Thus her one advantage came into it's full glory. Speed. Quick and light on her feet. Ryssa slipped and slide across the deck with ease as she knifed and engaged the archers in brief fights. Often using the bodies of the men as shields against their fellow archers before moving onto the next. Better it was still to topple them into the water. Though she would settle for this and making a general nuisance of herself. Though Ryssa was under no false illusions. If one of those bastards snagged her just right to find out who she was, or pulled her into the water. She would either have to kill him quickly, or grab onto the ship and hope she could pull herself from the vast depths below them.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice blinked, startled, as the door swung open to reveal Liza. Her name was barely out of the woman's lips before questions followed like the tailor thought they would. Timidly, the raven haired vampiress slipped into the apartment and sat uneasily on the bed. Letting the bag fall to the floor with a slight thump. Not the noise of books or anything heavy, but of dense fabric and such. Twisting her fingers about each other, Alice bit her lip in thought. Now she was here, and she didn't have a clue what to say! How utterly untypical of her! The chatty, witty tailor who enjoyed her craft and life. Until it all had been ripped away from her. Tossed under the wheels of a cruel world because of Liam Enduro. And just when she was building up a new life and a hope for the future the bastard showed up again.

"He- The ball..." Alice knew she would minimize her belief that Dalton had been involved or tricked into bringing her to the gala. "Liam was there, the vampire that turned me." There, the hardest bit was out leaving the rest of the carefully constructed words that would follow. All of which had fled her the minute she saw Liza's concerned and worried face. "I am sorry for worrying you. You've done so much for me, and I am thankful for it, but I need to leave. The city. Liam was very insistance that I join him. As his lover and feeder." The younger vampire spat out the words her face pale at the thought. The latter was bad enough, but she sure as hell would not be the vampire's lover. He had his chance. Perhaps if he been more... Diplomatic about it? But it was too late for that. He had cost her too much.

"Two other vampires were hunting Liam and were at the ball, they stopped him before he could do anything." Alice chewed at her bottom lip, her eyes focused on the slowly growing light from the window. "But there was a scene at the ball, police were called. I don't think they noticed me, I was able to slip away before they started counting heads. Went to my shop and got some things..." Alice gave a wobbly smile. "At least a bit of my ditzy window installation came in handy."

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

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Ancient Piracy

Eeyup. And if she does, she really ought to take the captain with her. It's only fair.

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice slipped into the close halls of Liza's apartment, having taken the still shadowy alleys to avoid the coming light of the sun. A good thing too! The sun was rising even as she had slipped into the building. Her steps shaky as the night caught up with her. So much had happened, but what to tell Liza? Where to begin? Where to end? She wanted to warn her friend of Liam, but what of Dalton and the other vampires? She would mention the other two. Leaving Dalton out of it. He had really don't nothing but stopped her from leaving. Her words to the poor man had been cruel and Alice wished she could take them back or more properly apologize for them. For they had not been true in any way but merely a means to make him release her.

Too soon the tailor found herself at Liza's door. Timidly she knocked, her mind still racing. She had been careful against leading anyone back here. Alice was very sure about that. How often had she thrown her younger brother off her tail when she was trying to attend some fashion event as just Alice and not with the hub-bub her mother would create. Perhaps she would ask Liza about Sturmgeist. Whatever or who ever that was?

Ancient Piracy

Ryssa shrugged, her thin shoulders rolling like the waves below. "Can you say you are not slightly eager after so long and dull a chase? I do prefer the boring myself. But when agitated it's good to work aggression out on something." The 'or someone' a silent addition to that sentence. Her voice was rough, and not due her acting. The salt of the sea had been helping on her little facade. She was eager for this 'fight', 'threatening of a merchant galley' or whatever to be over and done with so that she might line her pockets with a bit of wealth. Perhaps enough to procure her way to Egypt and a nice little life there.

Doing what though? That was the question wasn't it? She knew bits and pieces but that was it. A question for another day, the woman thought, as the sail filled with the god's breathe. "I'm hardly a 'kid'." The fighter grumbled, her eyes moving to watch the ship drawing nearer. It was just as well, as Ezpin pulled the captain away for a last minute word. Tapping an impatient finger on the rail of the ship, Ryssa swore she would swim it if it took much longer. She also swore she was going to make the damnable captain fall overboard. But that was as likely to happen as swimming. For in truth.... She could not- swim that was. It was never something she had time to learn and it never seemed all that important.

Adjusting the short Roman sword at her hip the woman eyed the ship. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to hop the rail and cut throats. Not literally of course. The fewer deaths the better.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Richard Laine

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Location: The Palace

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Taking a long draw upon the cigarette, Richard Laine stowed the lighter in an inner pocket of his suit. "Thalia, darling, if I had known this was the local Renaissance Fair, I would have worn my armor." This was a moot point, due to the fact that Richard's 'armor' was in no way a metal suit. Otherwise called by the false British man a 'human microwave'. Certainly there were plenty of air flow, but when standing or mounted upon a horse in the sun for hours, let alone actual fighting, it was going to get 'toasty'. Watching a lad approach the two, the 'man' raised a brow. Medieval indeed was the dress code around here! But his lips twitched into a smile as his snake like eyes gleamed with interest at such a bold lad to approach what most were running in fear of.

Sadly, it wasn't him.

What harm would it do to introduce themselves? The answer was none that he knew of, and if there was? Then Thalia should have told him. Forewarning was forearming or in some cases disarming Richard before he said or did something. "It's it polite to give your name along with the rest of that sentence, laddy-o?" The Adder spoke about the cigar, before raising a hand to pluck it from his handsome visage. "But as we did land in the middle of a celebration it seems..." His gaze turning from Atkin to look about the Palace with a curious glance. A celebration for sure. The question was what type? But his questions would have to wait. They needed to find his- and Thalia's- child. His fingers twitched as he thought of the poor helpless infant without his protection.

"Very well then! I am Richard Laine, the Adder." The taller man held a hand for Atkin to shake, his other holding the burning cigarette that he took a long draw from before blowing a ring into the air. "And the Lady behind me is Thalia Maehers. My beautiful wifey." Turning enough to give a cheeky wink to the great and scaley dragon. "As for why we are here? Why don't you explain, love?"