PrinceAlexus

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

Temple of Lunaris

Pretty Preistess

“Try not to kill the idiots, il see what trouble i can avoid Adon.” Persephone said as she got up heading over to the desk pulling a clock over her shoulders and heading over to the desk noting a busy looking woman with lime green Eyes. She was one of the staff, maybe she knew if she could borrow the kitchen some time.

Soon she found herself dragged into a errand but it was pretty harmless and have her chance to learn more about the town. The thing about being on duty or errands people tended forget about you and talk more freely, she could use that casual ignorance as she tightened her cloak about her neck, the thick furs Over her uniform layers would keep her warm in the harsh chill. “Sure, il barter you for time in the kitchens.”

“Deal, Lady Persephone. Lunaris Temple, Priestess Katherine.” Vala said with an agreement, short but direct, she got the impression the woman was not one for bullshit and they made a quick agreement between them with minimal fuss. Vala liked that, she knew what wanted and what she would pay.. no hurt feelings.

“I know, deal.” She said as she checked her cloak and everything as a habbit.

Her cloak was handy as it kept it warm and hid the older woman's blade under her cloak, a short Sword like many Lunarian women seemed to favour but hers was a heavy bladed messer pattern castle forged in the CapItal for her. She did not find armoured men her main threat and this favoured brutal cutting power and edge weight to level odds.

There might not be a threat, there probably was so she was glad to carry armed even minus armour she could do enough damage to escape.

She took a basket insulated with a blanket and a note and left spotting a giant of a man talking to a woman who .. gave her feelings that she was of similar nature… she missed nothing and seemed to be close to the giant and the innkeeper. The woman with wings.. Well she took advice to heart about getting the job she wanted.

That woman was on her list of people to Watch. She was dangerous or could be. The giant and in keeper… He was lower on list but the keeper, she seemed to gather Information in a way she would have hired in a blink as a local informant.

…

She left the Inn with a cold wave that hit her skin and woke the sense…any lingering sleep left the lady as she headed out the Temple, her basket swung from shoulder and she rested a hand protected by furs but close to what mattered. She did not live to be a grandmother being careless.

She was even suspected she saw boot prints, oddly familiar then realised it might be Daphne, she was safe, and probably Got snagged in some duty, or so. She had been up at the Temple after all and they had no official duties yet so just took what they needed to do. plus It was clear she was… Invested.. In a certain Katherine's wellbeing… she did not have to play coy with them, they really did not care if she went after she or he.

The walk through snowy streets was calming and Persephone made good time, swinging by stable to check on her mount and made a choice, she needed a ride to exercise so she mounted up, and quickly tacked and started out on the well known feisty Lunarian heavy, deep black coat and wide feet sank into the snow shod with iron cracking ice. She pulled the reins tight to keep it from keeping off. She was in charge, not her horse.

The trot she took was more roundabout mounted as she began to canter faster till she reached the Temple of Selua and tied her horse up while she delivered and made a quick prayer to Goddess. “I'll be back, steady, I won't be long.” She stroked the muscular neck of the horse and pushed the door open into the peaceful candle lit room.

The Temple was busier than before and she stepped in quietly pushing the door closed and seeing an white haired woman, another who she had not met yet. The trader from the Inn she heard about was there too and the small area had already got offerings. Persephone had little to give but she had food for the Holy woman and that would do.

She nodded politely to all present.

It was nice to know the Temple was cared for, and she noticed the white hair and dark haired women made an almost set but two opposite sides of a coin. Both smartly and warmly dressed for the conditions. maybe they worked for the Royal household or Nobles?

“Priestess Katherine? Lady Persephone.” She asked into the Temple softly and politely as she rested a basket of some of Syas creations… porridge pastery, porridge in a bowl and some left overs including sweets, cheeses and meats all wrapped in a blanket to keep them safe from winter's bite.

“The Eye asked me to bring this, breakfast, hot food, and I'm told.. The person who requested it was quite insistent you get cared for well and get a good meal.” She Said seeing how many dots she could join. If Daphne chose this woman for her affections, she could do far far worse.

“Also thankyou for Your care and protection during the alarm.” She said thankfully and made the sign of Selene and waited patiently.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Daphne

Jail

Good Morning Honey

Daphne was not quite sure how to react to the byplay as she let the things happen, he seemed to be taking the piss out now but there seemed to be a clear history between the two men.

They spoke alot of words, alot was said but very little at the same time. By the goddess she would have a Headache and she asked If she could help out. “Snow, now Snow is never in short supply master builder.” She said with a easy calm as she watched the man behind the bars carefully, Daphne might not be at parade rest but it did not mean she was lax. He purple eyes glanced about and she again wished she had decided to stay and ensure Katherine was safe. “Trust me, I'd much rather be at the Temple” Daphne said candidly as she checked the cell was solidly barred and locked. It was locked and she gave a nod of approval at the builder.

“Solid work this place.” She said more to pass the time as she kept a eye on things, and ensured this . Gadez did not get any tools.

The talk went over her head, she drowned it out remembering the morning she had and the feeling of waking up warm and safe, comfortable and not alone. It was a novelty and she genuinely liked the feelings..

Then his words turned to her and she frowned, she was not dead? Her duty was to protect, goddess of the moon, their was few other things in her hometown, Whoring, drinking, soldiering and working for the church… not much else in Cadia due to the fact it had slowly become a garrison town and pass through for every force out of the capitol.

“I had an eventful evening… As did you it seems, though I did not end up a prisoner.” She said as Walked over to a cupboard to see if there was any food or so for the guests of the jail yet.

His words.. damnit. She did her best to hide the fact it dragged her thoughts back to her adopted family of sorts, to the fact she now wants more than to just be a knight and earn her title, she had other things that might be possible in her life not open the day before. “Least your more polite than the one I did want to throw in here.” She said that mostly to break the chain, she did not want him to win, she did not want him to let her attraction and use it against her.

“So, you got a choice, stale crackers, crackers and oh joy. Stale army crackers. I ate too many of these. Thry do not get nicer or softer.” She Said and grabbed some crackers wrapped into a simple paper wrapping. He had water, but she dropped the food into the cell and turned away and tried to put up mental walls between her mind's pesky feelings.

“Dead? Look around, we are the line… and we are the last gate here, their is no fall back. So. Cadia stands. That is what we do. Im here, so il make most of it.” She said and tried to sit herself in more comfortable mental territory.

…

Her mind was confused when she saw Anora though, how did she miss this woman? “M I lady? This is not a nice place, why are you here? Would you like me to try and get you an escort home. Im Squire Daphne, training under a lord and lady.” Daphne said softer and tried to gauge what was going on.

Why would a well dressed Woman be in jail? She was not his friend or something?

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Eye of Beholder”

Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. +1 day.

Skip, snakey frinds x3

Sya was playing with her tail testing what it could do, the fact she seemed to have enough control to use it life objects was a new trick. Though holding objects was a little strange at first.

Ivor was confident as ever, and openly boomed his announcement Like a tribal chieftain as he headed over where she saw among the crowds…Kiara? She had come after all! Now she needed Onion and Eris to visit, Sya wanted to share her happiness and success with her friends. She frowned at the range available for breakfast with all the chaos and shook her head…no…no…this will not do. She slithered over to the kitchen to find Becky hard at work in the bakery and nodded, she seemed to fit Syas old pair of short boots rather stylishly. The taller ones had not fitted the chunkier woman much as they would be better for winter.

Breakfast… Oh.. Pastry…

A distracted Sya later, Becky helping and a sigh of pain from her but the Lamia did not notice she had a tray with her creations and food for people, some cheese and venison toasted bread with onions and spices, sweet porridge and evidence of her genius idea.. savory hot pastery filled with porridge! The Breakfast Ingot was taking a little longer to work out and the first batch might not even be horse worthy and jail might have them instead. On instance she also had a bowl of hot porridge with her, it would do for a few people anyway, she could always make more.

Becky seemed to disagree but Sya was her boss and the woman seemed to have a whole hyper fixation combined with a random nature to get invested in various things and change her mind fast a charging horse and switch topics, ideas and so. She was a challenge to work with but worth the effort. Becky had a roof over her head, a job and a new pair of warm boots out of the arrangement. It was a two way transfer.

Using her tail to push the door open Sya was able to hold the tray and balance a small bottle of her brew, Friend gift as she could not eat food to what the innkeeper knew.

“Food, Hot food.. sssssseeing as this morning is sssoo, hot breakfastsss” She said with a wiggle as she moved her upper body while remaining perfectly flat, her new form was rather more.. precise and like the dancers at the harvest festival than before. Her tail pushed door closed as she headed to one of her guests, a old man and a woman who she recognised from the night before.

“Miss, savory, or ssssweet, i made a sspecial breakfast.” She said offering the food to her to see, proud of her cooking that was somewhat eclectic nature and smells. Sya had not eaten solid food for about a year so her ideas were not fully attached…nore was her mental stability. Sya meant well though. “You too, Welcome, you vust be her Vather. You were safe i vope.” She said mixing her native and general tongue in her excitement to test out her ideas.

It took her a little force to remind her brain as she was so much easier in borderland and spoke to Ivor without thought of translation.

She turned to see a guard she recognised as a regular too, he drank here and took a hot meal to get away from the chill of the town. “Zeph,” She reminded herself of his name and all the guards looked similar and the pronunciationwas a little harsh as she made the letters work. “Hot mealssss for the guards? After lassst night. Vong night, sleep little, good meal.” She said softly and offered the food to them, she did not pry but knew they had a bad night, her grapevines were not exactly making her feel good.

“Friend Kiara, How are you, freindssss get treated well here, part of ze egg box like Ivor and Onion. I hope he vore careful. And vou stayed safe of course, vomen have more sense.” Sya said happily as she balanced the tray and moved her tail with a skill that surprised her to place a small bottle labeled “Shine of Selene.” onto the table, she held back from a high or so, Sya was very observant and very much also an intuitive person. “Would vou be more comfortable in my perszsonal parlour, or would you like to try the gueessst area upstairs.” Sya said kindly and she would treat her like a friend until the more … loner blightborn was brought safely as one of her box of damaged eggs together, appreciated and safe as a whole. Sya would make a better little world for her friends, she was greedy but she was lonely, and she would do something about the latter. Working out her… quirks and nature would be the first step of friendship. Sya did not notice to her she allowed her more native tone and cadence to come forward instead of the more stunted and less emotive general tongue.

The world took her home, her hearth, heart and family…she would just have to make a new one. Was Sya normal …no.. would Sya do it regardless. Yes.

she turned on her waist to look about, she had shed her coat when she got to bar in the Blue more borderlands styled top with her ever present necklace and new Arm ring, the skirt was becoming a favourite especially ad she did not worry about the length as much now she would be stared at regardless. They could stare at leather, scales or so….they would stare.

She looked about her busy Inn with a sense of pride, the night's events had not killed trade yet. There was hope, she just needed to collect the right people and hold them close.

She waved at Nesna and yup, no breakfast like this for her, maybe a light stew or something other than heavier food, she seemed to struggle with stews. “Good Morning, towns open again, marketssss are starting to set up again, i'm not sure what tea the market has today, but they may have sssome.
We .... cannot promise anything about saving that coat. It was... bad. ” She said cheerfully and visually passed by the lord and Lady who seemed more used to and had already made a full breakfast of their own and quite cared for right now.

They would try to help clean that up but even blessed by both the gods new, old and fated...that coat was worse than she seen blightborn wear who dragged in from the wilderness.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Daphne

Lunaris Temple

Jail House Blues

Daphne was glad and rather happy that she hered Katherine tease her back, things were not just her crush. Daphne had to admit she had fallen into a crush for this woman and would very much like to spend more mornings like this. Where would that go, what would happen to them? What would be the correct way? Daphne had minimal experience with a proper relationship and no plan but she wanted to see whatever this was.

“Oh, I better make the sun return, For my moon Kat and my treat huh.” Daphne said with a grin as she made a shameless comment and enjoyed feeling Her rest against her as the fire warmed them both and Daphne just enjoyed the moment. She did not ruin the moment asking a question or trying to explain things. This was enough for her.

“Breakfast sounds good, It's self serve but Sya always keeps a well stocked kitchen.” Daphne said but Kat had answered the question for her and was already trying to find some clothes to wear. She presumed she should get ready herself and looked over to the stack of clothes and swords that, unlike Kat, was neatly piled in a soldier's method, folded with her weapons resting on the top ready to use.

She was not that much of a lady that she did not catch a few glances as her partner of the night changed, it did not help the feeling that she was scared if this went wrong as unlike before…this was … different. That's all she knew.

Daphne had mostly changed into her gear from the night before and was strapping down a pauldron and adjusting it to fit as she saw her in another guise. Not the one she saw but in full robes of black, silver and dark leather… ok… she was hot and Daphne blushed cursing her pale skin as she saw her
Crush in her regalia. “Like a priestess, a picture of the Moons guiding light, beautiful and bright, just right.” She said softly and Seluna forgive her for doing to someone in formal robes, bent her knees to match their height and gave her a gentle kiss to show her intent and also confirm to both of them, she wanted whatever this was.

OK.. that was just soft and yet she felt safe to do so. To drop her armour and just relax herself.

“Let… me. 10 seconds.” She said as she reached to adjust her belt a little to be more balanced with her robes, layers and hopefully more comfortable. She gave a thumbs up and all was ready.

…

Daphne took a minute to finish strapping up her swords, dagger, boots, boot dagger and her fur clock tossed over her shoulder. She moved fast and practiced in getting ready with little time. She appeared over Katherine's shoulder and had a hand on her own blade too until she saw the person was pale, silver haired and dressed like she worked for one of the important households or of them… she definitely was not dressed like a peasant.

Daphne made the involuntary sign of Seluna as she saw the bodies, waiting and preserved to be sent onto the afterlife.. They had not even noticed the other death in all the chaos. “Your busy, il ask the eye to send you some food up Kat, Il beg a favour if I can, meet me, maybe Lunch, or dinner perhaps.” She said starting quietly and then a little hopefully as she kept her gesture subtle and brushed their hands together before she turned to head out.

Much as she wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her till they forgot their duties entirely… She had to show restraint.

“Duty calls miss, Katherine, See you later, stay safe.” She said and the tall Amazonian guard felt the cold air hit her face as stepped onto the freshly fallen snow. The cool wind woke her up and seeing no one about saw a path already made and began off at a steady jog to warm her muscles up and make up for her frustration at being stuck and unable to do much in the evening. She did not regret kissing Kat but she did not want to be sat idle and helpless. That was not what she trained for.

…

It was not as far as it seemed to the young woman as she slowed down reaching the town square and enjoying the burn that the short jog had started, her muscles had needed a wake up call after sleep and being pent up that evening.

She spotted the Innkeeper and a large man seeming to be talking, and she headed to the back where she knew the kitchen was a staff area.. a coin or two might buy the service she needed. She passed the home and statues of…Oh…him…his home…urgh shudders As she came to the inn's back area and ridged past the ruts made routinely By carts. Mud and snow clung her boots as she walked checking her small supply of coins she had to arrange the gift for Kat… She would have to negotiate this one.

…

Several minutes later, coins lighter and a favour exchanged she had arranged for them to take a meal to Kat, she had promised to arrange or at least try and she had managed it. So Daphne was happy as she munched on a chunk of tension after a pastry she had managed to get from the kitchen that was just starting up.

“Thanks” She spotted another guard and probably should report in but they knew she was safe and someone looked rather … busy.

A minute later she was off to help out at the jail until they could arrange a replacement guard, she could do that and baby sit the unlucky soul who had earned the anger of the guards. “Got it Sir, il cover until they can get someone down to relief them and they can get a meal.”

Daphne headed out with a slow jog to the jail spotting the building under construction, it's stone and timber construction was yet to be completed though the iron works looked to be well progressed and reassuringly solid. Slowing to a walk she approached the guard with a easy calm. “Morning, Squire Daphne, I'm here to swap you out, go grab some food and sleep.” She said and flashed her Royal Guard sigils but also the heraldry of the family she served alongside it.

“Go, I got this.” Daphne reassured as she double checked her gear before she pushed the door open to see who she was guarding seeing workers and a figure in jail who was… was he the bard… puppet guy they talked about? How the frak did he end up in jail?

“New Guard, swapping out till a regular can come down. How does someone end up in a cell, before it is completed then? Either you're an idiot or you pissed someone off.” She asked casually as she checked the lock was secured and everything was solid in a quick check before backing from the bars.

“I was these, trust me it was not pretty, but we do not need people taking things into their own hands. Enough work to do. Keep your hammer on stone.” She Said and tried to calm the situation as a whole. She did not want to have to arrest someone in the jail itself. She understood his anger so was not too harsh but she was a guard and she did carry authority even if the woman was younger than the likes of senior guards, her build and tall frame meant she had natural authority when she needed it.

She leaned against the stone wall and wondered if should've been selfish and stayed with Katherine but she was bound to her duty and that meant she was here in a cold jail guarding a man for all she knew was a drunk who had too many beers in the Eyes She rested her hand on her blade and partly wished she begged a extra pastry or sweet before she left.

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Hamerlin spent minutes as the artillery mind came back. He dragged out an old survey map and began to cross reference the heights, lows, valleys and hills together. The whole thing blurred into his mind, damn his one eye slowing him down as he pulled together and sketched out a route on grease pencil scrawled across an old survey map with angles, A protector and several warnings for potential height dangers due to the route. They were flying too low…but what if he turned low and slow into aadvantage…

An advantage.. Perhaps he had just made their escape plan. Next came working out the turns, the airship handled more like a speeding capital ship, slow on the turns, handling hard with momentum and energy meaning turns would be slower and have to be planned ahead. The gaps would be narrow but .. possible…the heights. Hazards but they still had the light. At night that would be lethal but she was light enough.

His hands began to calm and his mind sharpened as he scrawled out a scale and did rapid maths at a rate he had not done in the last 20 years! He had something to vent his frustration on as he quickly did the approximate speed, distance to turn vs scale and … to his surprise it worked even though it might stress the hell out of the top gunners and the pilots.

Why fight your way through when you can not be seen, they would potentially be miles away, with open sky and then be able to easily exhaust the pursuit force over the evening and night.

Breathe in. Breathe out…control… he closed his eyes and recited the general orders in his mind to calm the waves before he explained. Always stay calm, calm is control. “The first order is to follow all lawful orders….” Ran through his mind's voice back to a time when he was younger and whole.

Making his way over he put down a map covered in grease pencil markings and several small skulls marked as hazards because if they hit those…they might not worry because they would be done for. “Excuse me, Ladies, Gentlemen and Officers…I might have a plan. But..it would require some rather tricky flying risks and we would be skirting the limits of what she can handle loaded like a Widows wine cellar, trust me, i had a type… diplomatic status is a good way to meet people.” He was somewhat of a rogue as a diplomat but a professional rogue, events were only as fun as you made it. Functions were not fun if you went for the speeches.

He gestured. “we are here, they are about here… we have a chance, to use the terrain to mask our route, we utilise hills and thead the valley here.. into the river here and out over floodplain. This would break our line of sight heavily and they would have to make pursuit up, down and then into a muddy lowland”

He paused as he let them see the map that might kill them or be their ticket out of here. “The weight, speed and height we would have to maintain is… honestly threading a needle but if we do this, we could be in the open sky and make time and distance all evening and night. We would long exhaust even a mechanical division on main roads. Probably at least 200 to 300 miles even if there is minimal fuel burn… They would have to pause long before we would.”

“We would fly so low in one area you'd probably be able to admire the farmer's daughter, 90 to 100 feet.” He said as he finished, a rogue was always a rogue, even an older one but you choose to be a gentleman rogue.

“So, I cede the floor to you lovely ladies and gentlemen.” He said with a mock bow and wink to the woman, an old rogue had to have a little fun.

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@PrinceAlexus, that’s way better than I did! Every time a new context is posted, I feel like a failure whenever I don’t enter. Keep up the excellent work!

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Your not, some things might not vibe, or just not have time. :)

I just got... Lucky. Lol. And I managed to have a shower idea that I could turn it off a story and frame it around luck on both sides of a pursuit.