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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Approx. 10:15
Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @SilverPaw

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Faeril took a step back as the larger form of Jassen lunged at her, her eyes wide with shock. Cursing herself the fool as Grey power lanced her Blood Opal in defense, she shifted her attention to the knife that was hovering less than a foot from her face. Sapphire power glimmered in a shield, and the other man, a Dhemlan if she were to make a guess, stood holding the Hyallian man back from finishing the blow. As the Eyrien Warlord Prince walked by to grip the drunk and heft him in the air, a feat that was difficult with two people, leaving Jassen hanging from Xandar's grip with the tips of his, Jassen's, boots scrapping the floor for purchase. Letting out a slight sigh, Faeril looked slightly shocked by the actions of the Dhemlan and the Eyrien. "Perhaps I won't leave you limping." She commented to Xandar by way of a thank you. A gruff one, but a thank you all the way. She had be careless and doubtless her brothers would become mothering hens for a time. Irritating as it was.

As Fatima ordered the drunken fool to sit down and behave, Faeril studied the small woman. Unopposing, able to command, and a fool. She had revealed herself to death if she proved to be anything but true in her mind and word. The drunk grimaced and bowed to his Queen, stalking back to the table and sitting down. Though his eyes never left the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince and a sneering grimace graced his face. He didn't like how much his Queen was risking and the Black Widow could respect that. As Xandar moved to speak with the small woman, Faeril gripped his arm for a minute before dropping her hand. Giving a quick shake of her head, she spoke with a solemn if slightly shaky voice. "Wait your turn, puppy." It was common for Eyrien warrior to call younger ones or overzealous young men 'puppy'. An often apt term. "She must pass my test."

Though there was hope as to her answer. As Fatima lowered her shield and allowed the Black Widow within her mind, something few would do. The Black Widow did not hesitate as her power slipped and spread tendrils of a web through Fatima's mind. It was not the ruthless claws Faeril would use with her foes, but a gently pulling. Urging that if any ill thoughts were there they would come forth. Urging the reasons and truth to be revealed. The Widow knew her Craft and she wielded it well. Noting the death of the child, her heart ached in agreement. The unbidden memory of heart-rending loss tore through Faeril's mind and brushed against Fatima's, though the last of the Ashkevrons was able to keep the detail from being known. She did not trust this Queen fully and even if she had... That was not something she would speak easily about. Gently she stroked the young Hyallian's mind as her voice spoke with the wisdom that went beyond her age. "You speak true. You do not seek to destroy, but to embrace. But can you embrace the Darkness and all it is? Can you give up a great sacrifice for the greater cause? Can you hold the leash to the Triangle?" Three males appeared as shadowy figures in Fatima's mind. One held the sense of great power, a tidal wave held fast at bay and yet it seethed to be unleashed. Another was a warrior, there was no mistaking that. The third however was the hardest to see, a blurry image. First Escort, Master of the Guard and Steward respectively.

Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille
@13org @Zoey White

The twin brothers shrugged absently. They were curious and wanted to test out Mikhail's skills in a spar, but this was not the place nor the time. Gen hopefully would be up and Faeril returned. But their wishes and hopes would soon be put on hold as the door to the front of the eyrie shook as someone pounded on it hard enough the windows rattled. If anyone were to look out the window they would see a large group of Eyrien warriors. All armored and with Eyrien war blades in hand. The leader of the group was a member of the District Queen Melian's Court, and thus known to the three Saroth brothers though not their guests. "Open up, Ashkevron. We've got a message you are haboring a criminal. The Reaper." The man's grin was brazen and promised nothing good. "Word gets around fast when there's coin to be had. Our Lady's had enough of your arrogant and rude ways. She wants you to be her Healer or you can Heal the war camps." This was something that Dareen would know along with the Eyrien males though not Mikhail. War camps were the homes to the standing fighting force for an Eyrien court. A barrack where bastard children were common and filled with the young, restless, and cruel warriors that were some of the most dangerous in the Realm.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 Just shoot if you need anything!

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 Oh geez! I understand the feeling all too well. If you need to withdraw that's fine. Though feel free to come back when you feel up for it. I'm always able to work in new players into the Rp!

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood, Dining Pavilion, Zues's Table

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Athanasia frowned slightly in thought. So nectar and ambrosia were the food of the gods? Then why did the gods enjoy the smell of burnt food?Chalking the question up to one of life's great mysteries, the young girl listened to Kristin as she talked about the wars that had happened. It seemed there were a good few of them, which didn't sit well with Athanasia. There had been two wars in recent years, and before these two older girls had come to Camp Half-Blood. "Why hadn't we heard about these wars? How do you cover up one? Aren't they rather big?" It was a fair question, after all a siege of a Roman Army would surely have been noticed and on the news. Heck, it might have made the news less boring!

Giving a raised brow to Arthur as the teams were announced, Athanasia decided it would be best to join the fray. After all, sitting on the sidelines seemed so utterly boring. This way she could see the forest and what exactly with 'Capture the Flag' stuff was about upfront and personal. Her only issue with the teams was the fact that Andy would not be with her and Arthur which was entirely counterintuitive to her plan of making a friend! Grinning at the fellow Big Three kid anyways, 'Ash' winked slyly at Andy. "Promise, I will go easy on you. That Crystal Rivers Prison, I mean School, didn't let me take my parisol!" Shaking her head in mock dismay, she bounced eagerly in her seat as she switched her attention back to Kristen and Alannah. "Shouldn't we get to this armory?" She urged, unable to hide her interest and curiousity.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Approx. 10:10
Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @SilverPaw

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Jassen looked cross as Fatima stood up in her disguise and moved towards the two newcomers at the bar. It was not without reason, Jandar would notice. The female Eyrien had shown she was respected, but when the newcomer who stood with the authority and moved with the grace of a trained fighter that screamed more than just battle the crowd had silenced as he had passed. Now a steady trickle was leaving the building, and more than a few glances were cast at the Eyrien Warlord Prince. If Jean were to pry, he would notice that this male was the strongest in the building wearing a jewel of rank that was at least the Grey if not darker.

Hearing the larger Eyrien sit down next to her, Faeril sighed as the rustling of people standing and exiting the tavern reached her ears. This was developing into problem after problem. Randalvar appeared to agree as he huffed an annoyed grumble. "I see you're both back together..." The grizzled old warrior eyed the pair, and Faeril met his look with a matching glare that bespoke that his ale would not be safe from her poison. Hastily backpedaling from his misstep, the barkeep shrugged as though it was nothing but a polite query. "And don't worry about that lot leaving. No one wants to get between the Reaper and a Queen." He voice was undertoned and cut off sharply as Fatima approached the bar. Allowing the said Queen to catch her caste and nothing more. Taking the wine glass, he wiped it out and poured another draught of the mixture into it, before sliding it back to the Hyallian Queen.

Faeril pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke in Eyrien. "Do nothing foolish. If this is as I think, I must test this lady and I will fight you if I must to keep my people safe." The Black Widow warned Xandar. Randalvar took his cue and slipped into the back with a quick mutter about Faeril's supplies. Turning her icy gaze, the Black Widow studied the small Queen and stood. Her leathery wings flaring slightly. "What is the Queen's pleasure?" Faeril stated with an underlying challenge in her voice as the last of the Eyriens left. A Blood Opal shield enclosing the exits and entrances of the main taproom of the tavern. A probing touch of Blood Opal power probing at Fatima's mind as Faeril looked for an opening.

Jassen standing suddenly with a snarl, "What are you doing to my Queen?" Jandar would also feel the Blood Opal power as Faeril sought against Fatima's shields, as would the Queen herself. The probing power weaker than her own but relentless in its search. Rushing the Eyrien woman, Jassen unsheathed a knife with the intent of using it to protect the Grey Jeweled Queen.

Ahkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille
@13org @Zoey White
Both brothers attitude shifted as Mikhail revealed he was Dea Al Mon. "Your kind don't leave the forests of your territory often from what I've heard." Denvar noted with a wary tone of respect in his voice. It was one thing for the twin Warlord Princes to know that the man was a warrior of some sort, it was quite another to hear he was from the warrior race of Kaeleer. Though they had never met any of the Dea Al Mon, the Children of the Forest were secretive and didn't often stray form their homes, Denvar had heard enough to know they claimed to be the equals of Eyrien warriors.

"And never do you stray into Terreille." Bellinar noted with a touch of admiration to his voice, though his stance spoke of the same wariness. "Honestly, I haven't really heard mention of them since the Queens started becoming corrupt." The newcomer admitted as he moved to perch on the couch, a hand awkwardly patting Dareen's shoulder. "Don't worry lass, Faeril isn't unkind."

"She's not unkind, just..." Denvar agreed with some reservations. He was not given to hope without reason and if Dareen had angered Faeril enough, there was little enough of that. "Stubborn? Relentless? Sharp?" Shaking his head as he brother glared at him, the male turned back Mikhai. "Wonder how well you fight now. Rumor had it that your kind were warriors, of a sort."

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 I'm going to advise against a Satyr as they wouldn't work well with the current situation. The twisted Queens would probably try to stuff you for amusements if you were a satyr. As for an assassin, that would work absolutely fine.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 Well we are open, but this isn't your typical Royal Court RP. Court jesters really aren't a thing Queens would have, though I suspect I could fit one into one of the Twisted Queen's lower circles. It would depend, on how you plan on setting this character up and such. Also, it'd be a fair point to keep in mind that I'm going to be drawing all characters over to Fatima (eclecticwitch)'s court eventually. So I'd also have to think out how you'd join up with the rest. Just some things to keep in mind, but please! Go ham at it, and submit a CS that I'll be glad to look over and hash out with you!

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood

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Athanasia shot an 'all-too-sweet' smile at Arthur as he joined, a slight brow raised as she wondered what had kept him up. Shrugging off her curious question, the daughter of Hades turned her attention back to Alannah. So no one got killed? But that didn't sound right when in comparison with what Chiron had said. Though she suspected it was a rarity, an oddity. An idea that was confirmed by the admittance of healers within the camp. "But what do ambrosia and nectar have to do with healing?" She wondered aloud after Andy's question, which also pricked her interest. She remembered her mothering saying something ambrosia but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Nectar, however, was a form of honey. How would that help?

"Has the camp been attacked before?" Athanasia added as an afterthought that was meant more towards herself. Giving a sideways look to Arthur as she did. This was something they would need to look into. Might be and could be and had been were very different things in her young mind. Glancing back towards Andy, Athanasia raised a brow and smiled. "Perhaps we should see this armory! I mean, Arthur doesn't need to since he's got a dagger to prick his fingers with." Ash chirped the suggestion as she nudged her cabin mate with a small elbow. It was all in good cheer.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Approx. 10:10
Winged Boar in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @Slim Shady @eclecticwitch @SilverPaw

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"I am quite capable of taking care of myself." Snipped Faeril mostly to herself as she brushed aside the door to the tavern where Eyriens were shifting restlessly. A scene of tense discussion taking up one corner, as Jassen watched the room and ready to spring into action against a room full of enemies. Though at the appearance of the Ice Healer the regenade Eyriens withdrew to leave a line between the hostilities in the room much to the grizzled Randalvar's amusement. Spreading her wings slightly, the Healer forced the warriors back a bit more. Pointedly ignoring the sense of dread she felt from the corner of the room. Fatima and Jandar could see the Blood Opal the woman wore, though Jean would sense something deeper to it. As if it was not her Jewel of Rank, the one she had gained from her Offering to the Darkness. "Randalvar. My guest are eating me out of house and home. I do hope you have my supplies?" Anyone who opposed the Queen could find a healing from Faeril and thus her reputation was a fearsome one with a temper that would make a Eyrien warrior pause when pitted against a Healer's instructions.

"Got them, right in the back. But first, can I tempt you for a drink?" Randalvar offered, having returned to the bar from delievering mugs of ale to the men and a decent wine to the Queen. All of which Jassen was thoroughly and openly checking for poison. "If I was goin' to poison it, you wouldn't be able to sense it!" Snapped the barkeep at the aforementioned man.

A set of blue eyes turned to glance at the trio of strangers and widened in something akin to shock. Turning back to late for Jean to not notice, Faeril closed her eyes and sat at the bar while considering her options. "I shall take drink for now, Randalvar." A Queen and a Dhemlan man, both of who were wrapped with strings of a dream. Gripping the shot placed before her, Faeril downed the drink and placed her hand over the top lest the old man try to get her drunk which was less likely than the sun rising in the west. "You are a fool Randalvar." She hissed with venom as she struggled with what exactly to do and the risks that could arise. Especially if the great lout she had healed and flown down here with decided to heed this Queen's call.

The general store was organized and the tottering older witch was more than happy to see to it that Xandar got what he needed, and at a steal of a price. Which, if he had been wise, he would not have contested. "As if I would charge extra when you are doing such good work getting rid of those nasty folk, dearie. Now, you just keep on doing what you're doing and stop complaining. I'm quite able to put food on my table and when I can't I just go down the road and bully old Randalvar. The man's as soft as a kitten for little old ladies." A hint that told more than most would have liked. But he found himself with enough cigarettes to keep him for a long while and a good stock of coffee aside from that. Not to mention whatever else he had bought. "Now you take care dearie, and don't let our Healer slice you to ribbons. She's all bark." The old woman had assured the Reaper. A young, wingless lad sweeping the shop had muttered just loud enough for both to hear, 'The bites poisonous', before the elderly woman reminded the lad that it had been the Healer who had helped him not two weeks past when he had twisted his ankle!

"And then she told me the next time I tried to show off by being a fool, she'd cut it off!" Complained the lad. His lack of wings not the cruelty of a Queen, but rathr one of the few throwbacks to when Eyriens had offspring with the other races, and branding of the life of an outcast. "I was just trying to Craft some wings on myself!" The old woman merely rolled her eyes and shooed Xandar from her shop with his supplies.

Winged Boar, Aven, Askavi Terreille
@13org @Zoey White
The warrior paused in his sorting of books to raise a brow up at Dareen. "The law..." He mused with a chuckle as though she was jesting. A chuckle that faded as he realized she was not. "Sorry, witchling. I don't know if you hit your head or were raised with Landens." The Warlord Prince named those that worked the land without the Blood's connection to it. Queer folk who had relied on the Blood for a good harvest as it was the Queens who had the connection the strongest. It had been the Queens duty to walk the land and renew the power in the earth. A duty that lay forgotten as it was inconvient. "The law is what the Queen's say. We could drag you there for a trial, but that would mean Faeril's death. I can't see Lady Ashkevron kneeling to some twisted bitch." Shaking his head the man continued his sorting of the books. "The law here is what Faeril says. Though she's not Queen she's stepped up to keep our heads on our shoulders. Done a good job of it too."

Turning his gaze on Mikhail, the newest come Eyrien bristled slightly before Denvar appeared in the archway. A glad cry on his lips as the two mirror images embraced with much back-thumping and suggests of beer. Still grinning Denvar gesture to their two guests then to his twin. "If I may introduce Bellinar, my twin and all mouth."

"And you're nothing but ears. Mother always says we balance each other out." Quipped Bellinar as he punched at his brother's head. Missing with good humor.

"Never said she was wrong." Denvar protested as he continued with the introductions. "Mikhail, a patient of Faeril's and Dareen of Pruul. Faeril has something of an issue with her."

"Faeril has issues with her mirror when the mood is on her." Complained Bellinar as he studied Mikhail with a look of slight confusion. "I've seen a lot of people in my time but none that got pointy ears. Something of Faeril's doing?"

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Camp Half-Blood

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Giving a victorious smile to Arthur, the pale girl slipped from the seat across from him. Noticing a rather bushy haired girl moving to the table for the child of Zeus. No doubt her brother would follow, he said he would and if anything they were partners. Partners according to Ash meant keeping your word to one another. It was trust and well-placed trust at that. Approaching the table she perched in a seat next to Andy with a grin. "Hope you don't mind? You seemed lonely!" Her voice only loud enough to be clearly heard by both girls and Arthur if he were to follow. Her attention switching to the older bushy haired Alannah. "Athanasia. Ash for short. A pleasure to meet you!" She grinned, turning her head quickly to Chiron when the centaur began speaking with a quirked brow.

This place had an armory? Ash's brows shot up slightly as she frowned at the word. Armory... Armory? She remembered her mother mentioning something like it in connection to warriors. "What's in the armory?" She turned her gaze back to Alannah with a slight frown. "And what did he mean, no killing? People get killed playing Capture the Flag?" It was a sobering and very serious thought when you had nearly been a cyclops's breakfast that morning. Though Ash had played various versions of Capture the Flag and King of the Hill this didn't seem quite the same with a camp full of the children of one godly parent.