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In Wanderers 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
From her seat, Kire observed the men who entered, her expression neutral. Ulrich and his family had overseen this particular province of the empire for many generations. They were dependable folk, though they hadn’t taken big risks. Shrewd, as she had said to Ed. Just like Jan. The observation made her sigh a little, and she put on a small smile to hide it. “Lord Ulrich. Likewise a pleasure to be welcomed into your home.” She saw the glance he had at her friends. Myka and Narda greeted the lord with a nod each, glancing at each other, too. “Let me introduce my guests.” His reaction to Ysaryn, Ruli, and Gavin wasn’t far off from what she had initially expected. Her gaze wandered from Ulrich to his sons as he in turn introduced them. Will Jan bear him sons? She didn’t know them very well, though she remembered at least not having a bad impression of the two eldest. Hans and Rogvar however were another story.

She looked at Jan. Her cousin had her usual stern look, only slightly softening when Ulrich looked her way. Was she sure about this? Either way, what right did Kire have to question the decision, when she’d made so many reckless ones over the years, herself? Stubborn, headstrong Wyverns, she thought, stopping herself from sighing out loud. “Ah—yes,” Kire said, turning her attention back to the patriarch. What was done was done, and even if she thought the match would be totally disastrous, they had a war to fight first. “To business. Though, given the pressing matter of war, I hope you don’t mind if we discuss the particulars of the match afterward. Tomorrow morning, at the earliest.” Kire looked at Jan, who nodded, then glanced over at Ulrich’s sons again. Particularly the younger two, both of whom she wasn’t enthusiastic about. “Sven and Leif will be joining us, then?” she asked Ulrich, the omission of the latter two an implicit expression of her disinterest in having Hans and Rogvar around. Especially with the way Hans glanced around.

“Right,” Ed said, at Ruli’s question. “Empress’s guests of honor. Here.” He gestured, smiling warmly at Ysaryn and the others. “Are you alright?” he murmured in Elvish to her. To Kire’s left sat Jan, and as host and her betrothed, Ulrich sat next to her, followed by his sons. To Kire’s right was Ed’s place, followed by Daryll, looking ill at ease. Ed directed Ysaryn to sit by Daryll, followed by Ruli and Gavin. Narda and Myka sat next to each other after Gavin, midway down the table. Not long after that, a few other noble-born officers entered, each giving Kire and her family the appropriate greeting before Kire gestured for them to take their places. Once everybody was seated, Kire began introducing everyone once more.


“Before we begin, I would like to make clear that these are my guests of honor, and they will have an active role in the siege. I’d like all my esteemed lords and ladies to extend all courtesies to my guests,” Kire said afterward. “As much as possible, we will conduct this council in the common tongue. Now. I know there are other important matters pertinent to the final battle that you all wish to address, but first I want to start with why I had called my guests here, and what kind of involvement they will have.” She looked at Daryll and gestured for him to go ahead and speak.

Daryll looked around, cleared his throat. “Uh. Right. So. M-many of you have seen the Gemini dolls and the gate, I wager. We’ve come up with a plan to counter their blood magic with our own wards, once our forces have breached the Capital and their physical defenses. Most likely, the Gemini would have put up magical defenses of their own around the Palace grounds.” He went on to explain, stammering a bit here and there, the purpose behind the wards, with Ruli and Gavin helping to clarify some points. He opened his satchel and produced the flash bomb, setting it carefully on the table. “We’ll demonstrate this later, outside. But the idea is to draw the enemy’s defenses towards the source of the flashes to make them think it is the Empress. The decoy will be setting them off.”
Jan looked at Daryll, then at Kire. “How confident are we that this will work?” she asked, wary at the amount of magic that their siege was riding on. “Though, I do agree very much that Kire should stay away as much as possible.”
“I knew you’d say that,” Kire muttered, then, to the rest of them, “For those of you who had been around when we destroyed the gate, you’ve seen Ruli and Ysaryn at work already. I have confidence in the plans.”
“How will we know that the wards are set?” Ed asked. “Or, I suppose once we see the flashes, we’ll take that as some sort of sign to move in.” He pointed towards some of the tokens. “We’d have to get the timing right. Our forces should be close enough to draw away most of their swords while you set the wards, and to be able to move in at once when you finish.”
“I do not relish the thought of meeting more of those exploding monstrosities,” Narda said with a grunt. “If this stops them, I’ll be glad for it.”
“How many hands do you need?” Myka asked Ruli. “After you demonstrate the flashes, we’d have to discuss who goes with you to set the wards and map out our route around the Palace grounds.”

The rest of the meeting was spent ironing out the details, with the officers in attendance recounting how many soldiers they had and what preparations had been accomplished thus far, as well as whose armies will march in first and who will provide support. A couple of times Kire had to force a couple of lords to back down and stay silent when they began to argue about who got to enter the Capital with their forces ahead of the other.
“Perhaps it’s time for refreshment,” Ed said, seeing Kire’s mounting temper. Kire took a deep breath, biting back stronger remarks as she sank back onto her seat. “And after that, we need to discuss what happens to the lords we had captured from the recent battle.”
Kire pursed her lips. That was a grim business to discuss. “Afterwards, yes.” She turned to Ruli, Gavin, and Ysaryn. “You don’t have to be around for that one later.”

Food and drink were served in the hall where they had emerged earlier. Kire was mostly quiet as she ate, while the cousins conversed with each other. Narda and Myka talked to the other three, with Myka asking questions about the other world where they had come from, and Narda asking how Envy was doing. Not long later, Kire called the other members of the council back to the war room. “Eh, tell me what you talked about later,” Myka said to Narda. “Are you going to talk about who gets…you know…” She finished her sentence by drawing her thumb across her neck. Narda nodded grimly. When the giantess followed the Wyverns back to the meeting, Myka turned to Ruli, Gavin, and Ysaryn. “Looks like we’re stuck out here while the big boys and girls are in there,” she said with a smirk. “Have you seen the outside? Come on, I’ll bring you to the ladies so you can tell them what you’re pulling them into. Wear the coats, we’ve got a bit of a gale blowing about.”

The terrain of Ulrich’s territory was filled with green hills, fields, and forest. The castle sat atop one such hill, with lush fields spread out around them. From this vantage point, they would be able to see the snow-capped mountains of the Northern territories far off in the distance. But much closer to them, south of the castle, was the mountain range where Ed, Ruli, and Ysaryn had emerged via the errant gate. During peacetime, they would have seen the rolling hills empty and serene, but the moment Myka led them outside the castle, they would have seen, instead, a large military encampment. Banners whipped about in the wind, similar to the banners they had seen in the great hall inside, and just like within the hall, the largest banners, hanging from the ramparts, were those of the Wyvern house.

“Capital would be a day and a half march from here,” Myka noted. “A day to get to the mountains, where we’ll join with the army camped there. You’ve seen them,” she added. “And then a half day after that.” She led them down the castle grounds and towards the edge of the military camps, where members of the crew of the Wench had been waiting. Most recognized Ruli and Ysaryn. “And this one’s Gavin,” Myka said, patting the lad behind his back. “And as you’ve noticed, he’s joined the merry little band of people Kire had gifted blades to. We should just be called the Empress’s Swashbucklers or something.” She wrinkled her nose at that.
In Wanderers 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Myka grinned, taking the sword from Ysaryn. “Fair enough. We shall expect no less from you, then.” She took the sword, then laughed at Ruli’s retort. “I do see your point. Though I think she has competition. Right, Ed?”
Ed merely grinned, shrugging without a word. Kire frowned, pouting a little at Ruli’s grin. “No sword measuring please,” she muttered back at Ysaryn. “Or I point out Gavin had his blade first. Now, where is Jan? I want to find out what it was that was apparently so important I need to hear about it the same day I am to preside a war council.”
She turned to Ed, frowning. Ed chuckled. “Alright. She’s heading for the meeting chamber, anyway. Lord Ulrich should follow later with the other lords and ladies. Narda will arrive later, too.”

Jan was already in the chamber when they arrived. Though smaller than the great hall, the chamber was still sizeable, enough to seat the guests. In the middle was a large table, where large maps had been laid out. Tokens were placed on certain locations, indicating where the armies were. Jan had been looking down at the spot on the map where they were presently located, the dragon token beside a grey jay, the token of Ulrich’s house. She looked up at Kire and gave a small smile. “You had them worried for a while,” she commented, her gray eyes surveying the newcomers. If she had any reaction to the presence of Gavin, or to Daryll’s, she had yet to express them. “Introductions?”

Kire, too, took in Jan’s attire; while she had always been the one who observed the most formality out of all of them, Kire found it unusual that she wore a dress made of terracotta-colored satin cloth. She still had the Wyvern sigil as a brooch pinned to her overcoat. “What’s this news Ed said you wanted me to know in person?” Kire asked, going over to the head of the table. “Not exactly the best time to blindside me with something, and I’m usually the one doing the blindsiding.”

Jan didn’t answer at first, which now made Kire more suspicious. She could see her cousin collecting her thoughts. She turned to the others and waved them over to let them sit to the left of her. “Kire, if that’s alright, the lord of the castle will sit here, beside me,” Jan said.
’If that’s alright’? Jan,” Kire narrowed her eyes at her cousin. Beside her, Ed chuckled. “What did you do?”
“Ulrich has been widowed a long while now, but he’s still a viable match. Good family, good rank. Invaluable resources. He’s always sworn fealty to the Wyvern house but we needed to make sure his assets are firmly tied to us. I put marriage on the table to secure his unwavering support.”
Whose?”
“Mine,” Jan said, and the barest hint of a smirk was on her lips.

Kire’s jaw dropped. Daryll, too, looked speechless at this. “Holy gods, Jan? Betrothed?”
Ed grinned, shaking his head. “That was me yesterday,” he commented.
“I—well, shit.” Kire leaned her elbows on the table, fingers laced together, staring ahead, a little incredulous. “Maybe a little forewarning would have been nice.”
Jan huffed. “Like the forewarnings you would give us whenever you were off on a reckless quest? Those? The real question is, do you disapprove of the match?”
“I can’t very well disapprove now that we’re occupying his bloody castle,” Kire said, running a hand through her hair, almost undoing the ponytail. “It’s—objectively, I can’t find fault in it.”
Myka laughed softly. “Never a dull moment with Wyverns, eh?”

“Well, since we’re on the subject of surprises, were you informed why Daryll’s here?” Kire asked.
Jan nodded. “And why the Gemini is here, too. But I presume we won’t be announcing that to everybody else.”
“I need a drink,” Kire said. “I’m already starting to feel this will be a long day.” She glanced at her cousin. “Er—congratulations, then?”
Jan snorted at that. “Could you be less enthusiastic?”
“I will be enthusiastic. Just—maybe give me time to process this after the battle?” Kire said, though she allowed a smirk at that. A servant had entered, announcing that Lord Ulrich will be inside shortly, as well as Lady Narda and the guests. True enough, Narda strode in, looking like she had just come from a battle and hadn’t bothered to freshen up like the others had. She looked around at those present, then grinned.
“Congratulations, Jan. I heard. And look at you lot! Already dressed for a wedding.” She grinned at Ysaryn. “Long time. I hope you’re ready for a lot of boring war-talk. And you, lad.” Gavin gave her a hesitant nod, which she returned. “Kire. How’s the arm?”
“Good enough. And your injuries?”
“Elva’s done good work.” She gestured over her shoulder. “Ulrich’s coming. And the whole lot.”
In Wanderers 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kire turned around when Daryll, Ruli, and Gavin arrived, raising a brow and smirking at Ruli’s reaction to her getup, then at Ysaryn’s response to him. “The woman has a point. I’d still look better than you if I put a sack on,” she quipped, before grinning at Daryll, who hadn’t been wearing the royal attire when they had spoken earlier this morning. “Nice hat.”
Daryll went red, frowning, as he promptly pulled it off his head. “I don’t know how formal a war council’s going to be! And I didn’t know you weren’t going to wear one!”
Elva looked at Ruli, Gavin, and Ysaryn. “You’re going to need a coat, still. It won’t be snowing where you go, but it would still be cold, and a bit windy. So lose the hat,” she added to Daryll with a wink. Daryll grumbled as he put it into a satchel he had with him, where he had carefully wrapped and stored the flash bomb.
“Elva, will you tell the girls I said goodbye? I didn’t want to wake them.” Kire stepped closer to Ruli as she fixed the mantle around her shoulders. “If you’re ready, I have the location.” She extended her hand to him. “Daryll, we’re going to Shadow-Walk. I told you about this before, so just brace yourself.”

They stepped out into another great hall. Though narrower than the manor, it was taller, with a vaulted ceiling. Tapestries and paintings decorated the walls, while the banners of the great noble families hung in between the pillars. Greatest of these was the winged dragon in gold on a green field, the sigil of the Wyvern house. They had arrived early, so the people inside where mostly attendants and guards ensuring everything was in place. As soon as they saw Kire, however, they gasped, surprised at her sudden appearance, each bending in a bow or curtsy as Kire passed and acknowledged them. “You alright, Daryll?”
“Yeah.” Daryll was reeling from Shadow-walking, despite the forewarning, but despite the unpleasantness he grinned. “Fascinating,” he murmured.
“Is the lord of the castle present?” Kire asked one of the guards.
“Yes, Your Grace, but he is out meeting with the newly-arrived guests. Shall we fetch him for you?”
“No need, just send word that I have arrived. He can finish with his task. But are Lord Edward or Lady Janes here? I’ll see them first.”

Not long after the guard went to fetch them, Edward strode in. Like his cousins, he had dressed formally, his long, gold hair parted on the side and tied back, though the green of his clothes was closer to Daryll’s, while the cape around his shoulders was all black. He acknowledged them all with a nod in greeting before he looked Kire over; even on days when Kire wanted to deny it all, her body slipped into the manner of Empress all too easily. He stepped closer to hug her, glad she was alright, though he did hold up her scarred hand, frowning down at it, and at the Ring on her finger.
“It’s fine, Ed,” she murmured, and he put on a smile.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been decked out like this together, hasn’t it?” he commented. Daryll, though, made his brows rise. “Now that is a surprise.” Before Daryll could retort, however, he extended his hand to Ysaryn. “It is a genuine pleasure to see you again. Half a year is much too long,” he greeted with a grin, before taking her hand and kissing it.
Kire grinned, watching him before she cleared her throat. “Ed, before we get carried away, I’d like to introduce Gavin. And for the purposes of the war council, he’ll be just Gavin.”
Ed looked thoughtfully at Gavin, who gave him a formal bow, the way he did Elva. “You were the lad who helped bring Kire back after Ikegai, correct?”
“Yes my lor—yessir.”
Ed paused thoughtfully again. “My thanks, then. Let’s hope that doesn’t become necessary again this time.”

“So.” He looked around at all of them. “Narda told me about the plan you cooked up. And I assume we’ll hear a bit more about it. Am I going to be happy or very worried about what I will hear later?”
“If this one actually manages to follow it, we’ll all be happy,” Daryll put in, pointing to Kire with his thumb, making her frown.
“How long do we have till the meeting starts? Half an hour? I’m actually surprised Lord Ulrich wasn’t at all hesitant for us to use his land and his castle for the duration of the planning until the final march,” she commented, looking around the hall. “He’s mostly a decent man I think, but I remember him to be quite shrewd, too. Don’t know if I can say the same for the sons, though.”
Ed tilted his head, a quizzical frown on his face. “You…don’t know?”
Kire frowned back at him. “Don’t know what?”
“…ah. I think Jan wanted to tell you in person. It was very sudden, admittedly; I was surprised too. But I’m shocked no word has reached you, though.”
“What about Jan? Reached me about what?” Kire pressed, growing annoyed at the dancing around. “Ed!”

“You’re alive! And Daryll, you look ridiculous!” Myka called, before Ed could answer. Though her clothes were still rather simple, not too different from when Ysaryn had last seen her, she did throw on a bright red coat and a rather loud hat, adorned with ostrich plumes. Kire grinned, raising a hand in greeting.
“I am, indeed. And I’ve brought along the riffraff.”
“Ha! The riffraff are most welcome,” Myka said, grinning wide as she took of her hat and bowed to them, doffing her hat in a flamboyant gesture. “Welcome back to Amria, messirs.” She smiled at Ysaryn, saw the blade she had lent the elf, then gasped, seeing the twin sabers. “No! Two, really? Did you have to twist Kay’s arm to get that out of her?”
“She’s prettier than you,” Kire said, to which Myka stuck out her tongue, then glanced at Ruli. “Hello again, matron of honor. Are you growing out your hair to match Kire’s for the wedding?”
“The what?” Kire threw up her hands. “What is everyone talking about?”

“And this is the lad, then?” Myka said, ignoring her, stepping closer to Gavin. The young man regarded her carefully but didn’t speak just yet. “Hm. Seems a bit short, isn’t he?”
“Oy,” Gavin said, frowning, crossing his arms, more irritated now than afraid of backlash. “The ‘lad’ has a name.”
“Relax, Gavin, I’ve been told.” Myka saw the Wyvern dagger at his side. “That’s a good dagger.” She nodded, as if this was confirmation enough of Kire’s trust in him.
In Wanderers 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Gavin had slept late, having been too excited to go to bed early. Before going to his room he had asked Daryll if he could borrow one of the books, never mind if he couldn’t yet understand the script. The runes he could recognize, anyway, as well as some of the drawings. Deciding that, when all this is over, he would like to learn not just Elvish but the Amrian language as well, Gavin finally forced himself to lay down. He woke not too long after Ruli had gone to the alchemy chamber. “Morning,” he greeted. He had forgone the coffee, having more of the hot chocolate. “We should bring back this stuff. It’s like magic. Though it’s got sugar in it…yeah you probably won’t like it.”

He grinned, sipping on his mug, then his eyes scanned their notes. It still felt strange to him, jumping back into bloodwork, and for a war in a foreign land. A foreign world. “Uh…mind if I ask you something personal?” he said after a while. “This is all—almost too much. I’d turn tail and run, but—I’m here to get mine back. For everything that happened. And I wanna see what these people are made of. After being told over and over that they’re a part of me, that I’m supposed to be one of them.” He flexed his hand, where Ruli had made the small cut yesterday. “That’s clear to me. Ysaryn, well, she’s pretty straightforward with what she wants. But…” he trailed off, almost unsure about asking. “You’re pretty far in deep here for someone who’s just swept along. What’s your stake in this? Sorry,” he apologized immediately, knowing how Ruli could be very tight-lipped with regard to himself. “Just curious, is all.”

Not long after, Daryll entered. He looked very different from how he was usually dressed: he combed his long brown hair and attempted to tie it back neatly (without much success), and he wore a light green shirt, doublet, pants, and boots that looked new and more expensive. The face he wore when he entered the alchemy chamber reflected the fact that he wasn’t particularly happy with being attired thus. “Uh…yeah. We’ll be leaving for the war council soon after you’re ready.”
“Well, you’re looking pretty smart,” Gavin said with a grin, before he pursed his lips. “We’re not gonna have to wear formal clothes, are we?”
“Not unless you want to.”
Gavin shuddered. “Not if the demons of hell were after me.” As Lord Itallo’s ward and right hand man, he had worn his fair share of nobleman’s attire, and he wasn’t willing to stuff himself in those clothes anytime soon.

“Lucky you,” Daryll muttered glumly. “Anyway. I spoke to Kire earlier. She said it might be best not to introduce you as a Gemini at the council. So, strictly within family, and close friends.”
Gavin glanced at Ruli, then nodded to Daryll. “Do we bring everything we need? Or are we coming back here?”
“We’ll be back here after the council, so maybe by dinner tonight or early morning tomorrow,” Daryll replied. “Unless you think it’s necessary for the lords and ladies and their officers to see these things, we don’t have to yet. The council is convening at another castle, where the main camp will be. I surmise our main function would be to tell them the broad strokes of the plan so we could coordinate the attack properly, and then to meet with Narda, Maika, and the others to explain how we’ll lay down the wards.”

Gavin exhaled noisily. “How many people will be at the council?”
Daryll looked just as anxious as he was. “Too many for my comfort. Now, and be honest,” he said, pulling out a feathered cap he had tucked under his arm and pulling it down over his head. “Do I look absolutely ridiculous in this? It’s ridiculous isn’t it. Gods, I haven’t worn these since Elva’s marriage.”

Elva was back on the pipe today. She had elected to stay behind to man the fort, but it made her nervous that Kire, Edward, Jan, and even Daryll would be gathered for the war council. Granted, they weren’t all marching to war right this instant, but it made her nervous. “Gods above, I’m a wreck,” she muttered, wondering if it was too early to drown herself in drink. “If I’m like this before the war council, how much worse would I be before the battle itself?
You’ll be alright. Once it’s time to work, you have the steadiest hands in the empire,” came Kire’s voice as she entered the great hall. She wore clothes fit for an empress, a lord’s apparel fitted for her more feminine body: a black shirt worn under a deep green doublet with gold embroidery, breeches of the same color, and high boots. Over all these was a black, fur-lined mantle with the Wyvern insignia woven in green and gold thread. Her hair had been tied back, too, and her lips had red rouge on them, standing out even more against her skin and the dark fabric. Her sword gleamed by her side. Elva took a deep breath and walked up to her, holding her by the shoulders.

“You look—ready,” the healer said, lips pursed afterward.
Kire nodded. “The others?”
“Daryll went back to tell them to prepare.”
In Wanderers 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Gavin cringed at Ruli’s question. “’Almost’ doesn’t count, right?”
“Nope,” Daryll said, not looking up from the notes he was browsing through. “I’m shit at physical stuff, but even I know that much.”
“Right. Was afraid of that. I’m good for a street brawl but not war,” he admitted. “But I’m only going if you need me there. And I haven’t decided yet if I’ll say yes.”
Daryll looked up from his notebook. “I understand it’s a big thing to ask of you,” he admitted. “Only say yes if you’re sure. Though, I’d also like to point out you might need to decide by the end of the day, before the war council.”
The scholar turned to Ruli. “You’re right. Ed would be needed on the field to command the soldiers. And especially if we’re disguising Kire. We can’t have both of them invisible from the battle.”

--
Kire laughed at Ysaryn’s remark, rolling her shoulders. “Funny. Was thinking same,” Kire replied in Elvish, returning the wicked grin. At Ysaryn’s challenge, the girls ‘ooooh-ed’, with Etta dissolving into giggles as they stood back and found a place to sit. “First you have to help me get the crown back, though,” Kire pointed out with a laugh. “And if I win…hmm. I don’t know. Ask Ed if he’d like to have dinner with you? I don’t know how it works for elves,” she added with a shrug. “I just want to see if he’ll get flustered, for once.” She unsheathed her own sword.

Each round went by fast. Ysaryn was light on her feet, and Kire recalled the first time she had watched the elf spar with Bolym back at the mountains where she had first met the Ziadi. She didn’t dance around. Certainly wasn’t like Jan, who was calculating with every move and barely took risks, or Ed, who, the few times she had been able to spar with him this past six months, had combined his long experience as an Amrian swordsman with the Raielwen’s prowess. By the end of their session, they had won two rounds each. “You don’t hold back at all, do you?” she laughed, breathless.
Kire was on one knee, her sword at Ysaryn’s side, while the elf’s sabers were inches from her neck. “This makes us even,” she said out, red-faced from the exercise. She grinned. “Looks like you’ll have no problem with your sabers.” She climbed to her feet, brushing snow from her knees as she caught her breath.
“It was kinda like watching two versions of Kay, isn’t it?” Pres whispered, after the end of the fourth round.
Etta giggled. “Kinda. They’re different but sort of the same somehow.”

A servant had approached them, politely informing them that there was food and drink ready for them, and that they had called Daryll and the others back, too. “We should do this again. I want to see you in hand-to-hand. I’ve been curious ever since I saw you training with Bolym,” Kire remarked, sheathing her blade as they followed the servant back inside. “Is there spiced wine?” Kire asked, once they were seated around the table.
Elva and Daryll both frowned at her. “Now, Kay,” Elva said, pointing a fork at her. “You know what happened the last time.”
Kire went scarlet, glancing at Ruli briefly, before Daryll went on.
“Yeah, it’s never a good idea to let this one have a hangover at an important meeting,” he said to the others, shaking his head. “You’ll start a whole other war.”
Kire almost breathed out a sigh of relief when she realized they weren’t going to bring up the particular incident she had in mind. She cleared her throat and told them about the sparring session, with gleeful commentary from the younger cousins as they ate.

Afterwards, with the girls excused, she asked the men about how their planning had gone, and Daryll explained what they had accomplished so far.
“And thus far, we’ve agreed that it might be best for Ruli to be our decoy. We would need your blood for that, too. And, if Gavin agrees, his blood would be used to conceal you.”
“Unless there’s an alternative,” Gavin put in.
Kire was silent, thinking over the details. While she was anxious about Ruli drawing most of the fire as the decoy, he at least had the capability of holding his own in a battlefield. She was concerned with Gavin, though. “I can use my blood for the decoy. Barring the use of Gavin’s is there anybody else’s aura we could use?”
“No.” Gavin spoke up. “No way around it. Unless you got another Gemini.” He sighed deeply, but his eyes showed he was resolute. “We could find an alternative, but the council is tomorrow, and the battle would happen not long after that, right?”
Kire nodded. “This isn’t an easy thing to agree to.”
“I know.”
“I’ll ask you again tomorrow, right before we leave. Just to be sure,” Kire put in.
Gavin smiled briefly at that, but said nothing else.
Elva sighed. “I suppose then you’ll start working on this decoy thing tonight?”
“Now that we’ve decided who it is, yes.”

Kire went with them back to Daryll’s house. Much of Daryll’s work she could barely follow, and with three of them working together, she tried to make herself scarce, until it was time to draw blood from her. Daryll watched closely, both intrigued at the process and slightly worried, knowing how ambivalent Kire was with this kind of magic. Gavin, though, felt…peculiar. The last time he had gone anywhere near any kind of blood magic felt like a lifetime ago. This was both familiar and totally different. They were doing this to protect someone. Against my kin. He had no affinity for them yet beyond shared blood. But it was still a strange thought to reckon with.

She did see the look on his face, but said nothing yet. Let him think through it. After that, she returned to her restless pacing until Daryll insisted she go somewhere else until they were finished. Kire hunted down Ysaryn, ready for that rematch she mentioned earlier, this time without swords. By the end of the day, Kire had a thoroughly good workout, though her mind was definitely still racing, thinking over how the war council would go tomorrow. She was mostly quiet over dinner too, not wanting her thoughts on the coming battle to seep into dinnertime talk while Etta and Precy were with them. Once dinner was over, Gavin asked Daryll if he could have a room to stay at his instead of the manor, wanting to look through the library in the alchemy chamber. Happy to finally have somebody who was enthusiastic about talking to him about his work, Daryll agreed.

Deciding it would be best to turn in early and have a clear head for the meeting tomorrow, Kire went for a short bath in the hot springs before returning to her room to retire for the night.
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Daryll looked at his notes as he thought this over. “On paper, that does sound like the perfect decoy. Should we proceed with it.”
Gavin nodded. “I’ll—I’ll think about it,” he said after a while, still tapping the mug in thought. “That would mean I need to be there too, right? To make sure the blood’s as fresh as possible?” He glanced at Ruli. “And we gotta figure out which one of you’ll be the decoy, too.”
“Can we start preparations for that now, or is that something we need to do closer to the time of the siege?” Daryll asked, then wrinkled his nose. “Gods, that reminds me, I did volunteer to attend the war council. That’s going to be long and grueling.” He looked at the lad beside him. “I’m not sure if it would be wise for you to attend that, though.”
Gavin’s face fell. “I’m starting to see that. Not everyone’s gonna get up in my face simply to test me. They might actually mean it.”
Daryll smirked at that. “We’ll see how Her Highness feels about it first. Along with the idea of a decoy. You two are lucky; she’s oddly mellowed out just a little bit.”
“Kire’s mellowed out?” Gavin asked, brows raised. Daryll chuckled.

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Etta giggled. “Thank you,” she said back. “Are you gonna spar with her?” she asked Kire.
“I haven’t had the pleasure yet, come to think of it,” Kire replied, smirking at Ysaryn
“Yeah, we haven’t seen you spar in a long time, Kay,” Precy put in, turning to Ysaryn, “she’s the second best swordsman in our family.”
Kire gasped, mock indignant. “What do you mean second?” The girls giggled.
“Ed’s the best one,” Etta said, grinning cheekily. “and then you. Only ‘coz it’s faster for you to get sloppy, he says.”
Precy nodded din agreement. “Jan doesn’t spar much, but she’s wicked good at archery. Daryll and Elva don’t fight at all. But they’re good at other things, anyway.”
“Hmm.” Kire was already shrugging off her cloak. “We do have some time yet before the boys come back from their tinkering, I think.” She smirked at Ysaryn.
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Gavin, too, knew the importance of keeping food away from any workspace that involved volatile and delicate processes, though he was also sorely tempted to dash back to the dining hall to at least taste the food. Work first. As soon as Ruli and Daryll were ready, Gavin nodded, and they began putting their heads together for the job. Though, like with Narda, Gavin was wary of other outbursts, it seemed for the most part Daryll was alright with working in close quarters with him. Was he just testing me, then? he thought, eyeing the Wyvern scholar now and then in between tasks. Thankfully, the alchemy chamber and their work absorbed his attention too much to be overly bothered by this thought. And while he always enjoyed the lessons he had from Envy and Ruli, actually working on a project like this invigorated him in a way he hadn’t felt before. Not since…no. While there had been some excitement when Ikegai had first taken him in, the fear, guilt, and disgust for himself and the tasks he was coerced to do had wrung out whatever budding interest in magic he had had while under his unwilling tutelage.
Everything seemed to go well. He didn’t particularly mind the hiss that went with the flash when they tested it, or maybe he was just too excited that they were testing something out at all for him to really find it detrimental. And as they pointed out, battle was loud. They went back inside for a break, and while Ruli had coffee, Gavin decided to be a bit more adventurous and tried out what Daryll called hot chocolate. “Holy shit. You should have this stuff,” he said, looking down at his mug like it contained the elixir of life. He quickly drained it and filled it back up with another full mug before they went back to work.
“We could have someone wear an enchanted piece of jewelry?” Gavin asked, as the discussion moved to how to keep Kire away from, or safe within, the warded zones.
“Mm. Like the flashes, that would have a momentary effect, though eventually they would figure out the subterfuge,” Daryll replied. “Unless the visual illusion is accompanied by another that would mask her.”
Gavin chewed his lip, tapping the now-empty mug as he thought it over. “Like—someone else’s aura, right?” he asked.
Daryll looked at him. “There had been some discussion before about making people untraceable.” He looked at Ruli, wondering if the matter of using Gemini blood had been brought up in front of Gavin before.

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“Slow down, you two!” Kire called after the girls, laughing as Etta and Precy practically ran downstairs. She had stayed with them in their room for a while, hearing them gossip, and affirming that, indeed, they had bothered Daryll about the details of what they had talked about. Kire was thankful that, though her scholarly cousin was terrible at keeping secrets, he had enough sensibility to spare the girls from the more unsavory details. After a while, though, the girls requested to go outside, especially after hearing that she had brought another friend from the other world back with her.
They found Ysaryn soon enough, and Kire wasn’t at all surprised that the elf had been occupying herself with drills using the new sabers. “Can’t wait to use them, can you?” she called out, grinning as she stood in the snow, while the girls looked on, eyes wide. Kire looked down at them, amused. “Etta and Precy, this is my good friend Ysaryn. These are my cousins. Precy is Daryll’s younger sister.
Etta gasped, already enraptured. “Your hair! It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, gawking, looking like she was biting back a request to touch it. Pres elbowed her, but was obviously similarly enthralled. Etta blushed, and both girls curtsied in greeting.
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Kire smiled at Ysaryn’s statement. “Can’t disobey Envy now, can’t we?” she said, looking at her.
“So you listen to Envy but not us, hm?” Elva said, though her tone was more teasing than angry. “Whatever keeps you alive, I suppose.” She turned to the others. “You’ll have to make them in Daryll’s house, where his alchemy chamber is. I’ve sent along the materials you need there. It’s not far, just a walk across,” Elva said. “The girls will be staying here in the meantime. They’re upstairs, reading in their rooms,” she said to Kire’s silent question.

“Ah. I should spend a little more time with them before we go off to the council tomorrow,” Kire commented before glancing at Gavin. “A few hours then. Though hopefully you lot will be able to take a quick break or two through the duration of it. I know you’re not here on a holiday, but this is Gavin’s first time in Amria, after all.”

“First time in the mountains, too,” Gavin put in, unable to help the grin on his face, “gods, I can feel the chill from here.”
“I’ll have someone hand you proper coats then,” Elva said, amused. “Did you clean up at your place?” she asked Daryll.
“Uhh. Mostly. The house parts, at least.”
Elva rolled her eyes.
“Coming with them? Or stay here?” Kire asked Ysaryn. “Though I’d hazard a guess you wouldn’t be too interested sitting around in the alchemy chamber with them.”

After Elva’s attendants brought coats for them, Daryll led Ruli and Gavin out of the manor. “Shit, that’s cold,” Gavin said, teeth already chattering as they stepped out, the mountain air nipping his skin. Still, he had a wide grin on his face, taking in the view in front of the manor.

Daryll paused to let the lad get a look around. “Not bad, eh?” he said. “I’m not fond of the cold, but the view isn’t terrible. And the people here are much less…” His voice trailed off as he frowned, gesturing. “…stuck up, I suppose, is the description.” He gestured behind them. “This way.”

He led them down the slopes onto a carved stairway until they reached another house, simpler and much smaller than the manor, though still large enough to house a sizeable family. Inside, upon Elva’s instructions, attendants had lit the fireplace and prepared food, anticipating that the guests would be staying here while working. As he had said, the common areas of the house looked clean enough, but once they entered the alchemy chamber, it was a right mess. The smell of singed hair and chemical fumes still lingered faintly. The tables had traces of soot. Half of the large chamber was dedicated to his library and notes. Half of the books and parchments were arranged in order, the other half were strewn about on tables, stacked on chairs. He had, thankfully, cleaned his equipment, at least. These, plus crates of ingredients, were the only ones that looked neatly arranged.

“Uh. Yeah. Sorry,” Daryll said simply, before removing his coat and tossing it on a chair that had two other coats draped over it.
“Holy gods. Envy will throw a fit,” Gavin whispered, suddenly glad the Kartaian made him help with arranging his things.
“There’s hot chocolate or coffee upstairs. You can bring down food if you want,” Daryll said as he cleared space on the tables for them.
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Gavin could see the worry in their faces as the illusions were brought up. It worried him, too. “Yeah, if our wards work, it should contain them,” he said, looking back down at the huge sprawl of the Palace. “So our problem now is how wide to make our wards. Right now all we got is guesses for where they’d place theirs.”
“We could still use the bombs for distractions,” Daryll said. “Even if they don’t believe it’s Kire, fire is fire. We could even use it as a signal to let the armies know the wards have been put in place.”
“Are you just looking for an excuse to use explosives here?” Elva said, narrowing her eyes at her cousin.
“Hey, they started it!” Daryll said defensively. “But my point stands.”

“Gods, will the Palace even be standing after this?” Kire asked with a huff. “The last time we saw two wards counteracting each other, the ground started caving in under the pressure. The Palace is sitting on a hill.” She gestured at the map. “And while I understand why, I really, really don’t relish the idea of not being anywhere near this. I already know what it looked like to some of the other lords when I disappeared in the middle of the battle the other day. I know what those same lords might say when they see me hanging back. I’ve heard it before this past year. That I’d been cowed and humiliated by my loss.” She frowned down at the map as if wanting to bore a hole through whichever face she had been picturing saying this slander.

“If the battle goes well this time, it shouldn’t matter.” Elva said gently. “It’s not like every emperor was always on the frontlines of every single war or skirmish. You’ve sort of set a rather high bar for yourself and everyone else, you know.” She smiled softly even as she gently chided her for it.

Kire snorted. “I know. It’s just a delicate time. We’ve only just mended many broken bridges. We can’t afford them losing confidence now.” She looked up at them. “You know I don’t give a shit about whatever falsehoods people say about it. It’s just—this is the battle. For many of these preening fools, image is everything, and like it or not, I need their armies. I won’t be at the front, but I can’t be too far from the fight.”
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Kire grimaced when Ruli asked her about the wards affecting her, remembering the Lithilote wards. “Ugh. I do not want to feel that ever again,” she muttered. “Though that goes for all three of us, I bet. I don’t know if it’ll have the same effect as the Lithilote wards. I haven’t exactly encountered a lot of nullifying magic before. There could be a chance that it does.” At the mention of needing her elsewhere so she didn’t fall into the trap, the cousins looked at her. Kire didn’t look too enthusiastic about the idea, but she didn’t immediately offer an objection. “If I do agree, I won’t be too far,” she said, “I need to be directing the soldiers, anyway.” The mention of trying to deceive the enemy and drawing them away made her frown again, especially after Ysaryn pointed out how all their magic would be compromised. “This isn’t just a slavers’ den where you draw thugs away from us,” she said. “Once the wards are in place and the Gemini can’t use their magic anymore, it will be the army’s job to step in.” She looked at Gavin. “What kind of trap? And what kind of defenses are we expecting, anyway?”

Gavin pursed his lips, thinking it over. “You’ve seen some of them when you fought hi—Ikegai’s dolls. Remember the chamber with the big rune circle? Where she met you?” He glanced up at the three in question before looking back down. “Illusions and hallucinations. If they’re on the retreat too, spells of concealment. Plus the dolls.” He frowned. “They might have booby-trapped the Palace too. Like how the mine collapsed when s-she was killed. Spilling your blood within the net of their wards might be enough for them. So our wards have to be that much stronger. Your blood might be enough for that too, but…” His voice trailed off. He knew what that entailed. When he was setting up the wards for Ikegai, he’d spilled his own blood for that, too.

Kire sensed where he was going with it, and it looked like Daryll could see it, too. “That’s a last resort. My blood may be enough. Seeing as they’re all so hungry for it,” she muttered. “Back to the hallucinations. I remember—it tapped into my fears. My-my shame.” Her lips curled at the memory.
“Stonehollow?” Elva said quietly.
“Stonehollow. And the Storm,” Kire murmured back. “Will everyone within the scope of their power have the same experience?”
Gavin nodded. “Possibly, yeah.”
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