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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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Faeril looked into the low dancing flames of the fire as Xandar fed it, her thoughts turning about the vision she had seen in her tangled webs. Those long nights she had spent weaving and casting her web out to draw a Court that could stem the flood of the corrupting influence by Hayll. A Court would form around and worthy Queen who could hold it, that had been given. Yet she had no way in telling what would happen when that Queen came across the Black Jeweled Warlord Prince. A figure there were as many rumors about that fathoming his reasoning would be akin to staring into the Twisted Kingdom of madness. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, the Black Widow wanted to slam her fury into the Kaeleer Dhemlan native for antagonizing one of the most powerful men in all the Realms.

As much as she wanted to give the orders, to direct their path as would be best in line with her visions, Faeril could not. Those choices belonged to Fatima now, their Grey Jeweled Queen. One of the darkest to come out of Hayll intact in centuries. Sipping from the cup, she made a strict point of not looking towards Xandar and a form that witches would fawn over. Which she for certain wouldn't! Drawing her wings tightly against her back, the Black Widow sighed in annoyance of their situation. What had they come to? "My reserves of power are lower than I would like." Faeril began, looking extremely disgusted at the fact.

"Oh, really? We didn't notice when you fell on your ass. Again." Snapped Gennar out of character for the Warlord, but not unreasonable for someone whose guard was making sure the Healer didn't overdo it. Especially when that Healer was also a Black Widow and stubbornly set in her ways. Faeril falling after that feedback from her spell had hit her had scared the man shitless. He didn't like seeing his old friend so wounded, and even less when he could do little to help. The idiot woman kept pushing herself past what was reasonable. "Ashke, isn't doing shit. She's exhausted herself twice over within a week."

"I can make my own decisions, thank you Gennar." The Widow's voice was as cold as her eyes as she glowered at Gen."We may not have a choice but to rely on my powers. I do mean to rest for that time, and I do not squander my Craft as you so imply."

"Healing the mind over a series of treatments, one infected wound, nearly getting your wings and snake-tooth cut off... Want me to continue? Oh, and casting an illusion for this little outing which fed back and slapped you down by the one who broke it." Gen snarled in reply, thoroughly annoyed by Faeril's stunts as of late. "Can we get back to the matter at hand of what the Queen wishes to do, so Faeril can sleep." There was a noise of offended dignity as Faeril looked about ready to throw her cup at Gen's head.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@SilverPaw @eclecticwitch @Zoey Boey @13org @Slim Shady Working on an update if any of you want to squeeze in another post. Just drop a notification that you intend to into the Discord, so I see it.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@SilverPaw @eclecticwitch @Zoey Boey @13org @Slim Shady

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Zoey Boey If you wouldn't mind, how would you write anyone into a corner? I think you would probably be fine as we've moved everyone back to camp.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Mor'gann Arnhar

Location: Mandalore, Keldabe city

Mor'gann scoffed slightly, the scarred corner of her mouth making her appear to be sneering in disdain. As if meat was something to run out of. Where was there not fish and beasts to feast upon if one could but hunt it? The thought was astounding to the young woman. Though sustainable food gained from forage or growing was a far more tedious task, those things were thus merely additions rather than their main source. In truth, Mor'gann was torn between leaving this strange woman and her hazardous ways to the market and making her own way and continuing to wander about until she had a better grasp of things. While the wiser course would be to learn from the woman's mistakes, Mor'gann was, in her own way, trying to avoid trouble. She had escaped Dxun and saw no reason to raise the ire of the locales more than they had.

Which was another matter within itself! The locals here seemed to not be from here at all. The patchwork of people within the market had been of such a variety that it had thrown Mor'gann off balance. The wandering she had done before finding the odd 'man' to whom she sold her hides had done little as not only did they look strange not one of them spoke the language of Dxun- which did make sense, even as it aggravated and soothed Mor'gann at the same time. Their tools were odd and their metal ships and little metal ship-like constructs that rolled about with beeps and boops were astounding. Though their cooking was by far questionable to her eyes, Mor'gann was slightly of the opinion that could very well have done with the crazed woman's interference than any fault of the food.

Dusting off a shoulder of her maalraas hide tunic, the younger woman gave a world-weary sigh. "Trade to'ken." Though it did not seem exactly that. A trade token was essentially an 'I Owe You'. These did not seem to be the sign of a favor that would be required to be returned, but rather a permanent thing so long as she did not wish to exchange them for something. For so large a group, she could well imagine this was far simpler than a token and needing to hunt a certain person down to redeem it. Let alone what those tokens were generally reserved for! Clicking her tongue absently, Mor'gann nodded with a certain decisiveness. "Ship, more credis." The dark-haired woman agreed. "No..." She gestured the way they had come and made and gesture between their former foe and themselves, searching for the word in the common tongue to this place. "No near 'im. Ship far here." She gestured sharply further down the market as if it made perfect sense to look for a captain away from the man who had accosted the both of them.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Zoey Boey You just worry about getting better! Your health comes first!

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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In the ruined town of Sharon, Shalador

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The town was quiet as the group of four slipped by, a blessing though not one without some ill. As the group skirted about the dim lights of a guardhouse they could hear the raucous laughter from within and the argumentative voice of a younger man demanding that he didn't have anything illegal and wished to continue home. Something the guards seemed disinclined to allow. Several others roamed the streets, stinking of ale and often hefting along with a purse or bag of someone unfortunate enough to be out past curfew. Yet, the group made it out with several close calls. The road itself deserted of travelers with good reason. It was over an hour before Fatima and her bodyguards drew close to the camp they would see the low fire that Gen had prepared. Deciding to risk the limited light in need to make sure Faeril was alright and to keep away what rats that Xandar hadn't killed or scared off. The Black Widow and her friend were nearby arguing while Xandar was off chopping wood. Each swing of the ax a crash through the night, perhaps not the wisest of moves. But wood was always needed and someone cutting wood would not be an odd noise, merely the place where the noise was coming from would be curious.

Bellinar was perched up in one of the ruined houses, watching the group come in. Satisfied that they were in, the Eyrien warrior swooped into the night on dark wings to make sure himself that they were not followed. Something that Mikhail would know was, in fact, the case. Someone had followed them from Eldra lagging far enough behind that they were just out of sight. The youngest of the three brothers, Denvar nodded slightly, as he perched in a window keeping watching while he brother flew off.

The Black Widow looked over her should at the shirtless form of Xandar, her lip curling in a sneer as she snipped at the Warlord Prince. "And they have returned, just as I told you." In truth, she was unnerved by the amount of strength and frustration that Xandar displayed.

"Do not act all sure, when you yourself were worried." Growled Gen to the icy Widow, who in turn pretended to ignore him. Giving a superior glare to Faeril, the Warlord looked back to the group as they came up the ruined street. "How did it go?" He could guess but Gen was feeling like a bit of a prick and wanted to rub Faeril's folly in a bit more. He loved the woman dearly, but Faeril was stubborn. Alway certain she knew the right way when now more than ever the right way was needed to be discussed over and not just her dictating how things would go.

Sipping the water, the Black Widow looked crossly at Fatima arching a brow as if asking how she had managed to ruin a perfectly good illusion so soon. "Must we ask, when we know?" The Widow shot back at her longtime friend.

"Despite what you'd like to believe you are not omnipotent." Was the iron retort.