PrinceAlexus

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Banned, for banning using a jif

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Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Hopes small flame.
Escape or Die.

War came to the Capital, fires burned and the chaos had already come, the ordered city and quiet meals over a glass of wine and a good seafood were not the noises that filled the streets. Panic was very much the emotions of the city. Smoke came out black, the glow of oranges, yellows and reds.

Hamelin looked from side to side to compensate for his long lost eye as a younger officer, he glanced about the corners, the alleys and the many back ways of the city that ran like an entire network of layers the city possessed upon layers.

He caught one thing, one opportunity and found a route consulting the map he gathered about the city, an easy route and the best option that was viable. The main travel routes would be chaos, the transport was down, so he had to get… creative.

Making his way there he felt not quite the same younger man who could have ran the whole way without pausing he used to be, youth was tempered by experience and cunning though and he made his way with care, minimising his challenges and threats he would have to face. He had to use his weapon but that using the over built and reinforced firearm as a melee weapon to dissuade a desperate man. The loud report of the .455 pattern resolver was hardly discreet.

With this approach he made his way to his target though both without contact, one enemy soldier had a knife into his neck slacking off with a looted cigarette. Dragging him away he was disappointed in his gain, the rifle would be too much of an obvious thing, the bayonet was too long and his training did not cover the use of that option. To further disappointment his pack was mostly empty but took a short break, smoking a cigarette while he rested some minutes alway having availed himself with the remains of the soldiers canteen. The only real thing was to use a small hand drawn soldier's map that told him where they had set a checkpoint and a short cross study told him where to avoid.

One more was evaded and a 3rd group was distracted by looting as they had pushed deeper, but became distracted by a ladies shop for silken things, likely looting it for lady friends back home, or maybe clean and quality material to tightly tie bandages close. Both likely.

The Favain officer met thankfully little else resistance as he broke into part of the city he knew well, having been up near the main seat of government many times on official and social gatherings. He was under No illusions the soldiers invading would regard the international conventions, diplomatic status or his officer rank to help him at all. Probably means he died more than less.

…

It was an hour later he finally bet his life or death. He had been survailing from an alleyway and a broken gate, he saw no obvious trap so he put his Revolver to his side in a ready but not hostile gesture and spoke clearly. The gates were not guarded, the people absent and the area was strewn with detritus of chaos, in the distance he could just about see destroyed and burning airframes twisted in far distances like a child's toy dropped. This was one of the few left able to fly. Those air frames were soon lost behind another drift of a thick choking black smoke and sounds of distant crump of heavy siege guns pounding strong points that remained standing.

An airship marked with the number 27 on its side, intact at least externally, no major holes or blasted sections of steel turned to scrap. It would have to do.

“Favian, Post Captain Le Marinier. Just looking for a way out of the city, assuming you can still fly. Permission to come aboard Airship 27. Last I saw the enemy was moving on the 7th lower circular mostly.” He called up carefully, it was a risk, he could be shot but he would be careful…. The place being so deserted and abandoned was….wrong. The air ship docks could be so busy with people and cargo you could barely swing a clownish.

Either he was dead…or he was not. But right now, he had to try something. A slim chance was better than no chance.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “Bath House”

Snuggle Snakey times! With thr Blightborn Simmmer society's Soak

Now with 50% more blood alcohol content.

As Sya comfort grew she let more of her tail out the water and began to visibly calm down again, Sya by virtue of the “Gifts” she had been given did not hide her emotions well on eye, or now body language. She was an open book if you read her right least as to her mood or how she felt about something. Oh she could keep a secret and maybe gossip a little but never secrets but if someone was openly flirting or so in the eye, that was fair game.

She turned to look at both of them, she would be glad to see them both at the Eye, they tended to have not been her regular customers and would be glad to add a few more, maybe hopefully friends to that. Sya was still very much a woman under the scales and cyclopian features, she hurt, wanted friends, to enjoy her life much as any other resident of the town. “Friendsss are always welcome at the Eye, as is Gold, both are always welcome under my roof. That will never change.” Sya was mixing a little hope and Sass into that one. She also was deeply proud of what she had achieved, even if Sya was still getting used how to handle the praise and respect she got.

“If anyone gIvessss you trouble, feel free to send them out the door. Painfully.” Sya had a slightly vicious undertone, she was still a blightborn and not entirely tame, friends however where firmly to be protected, she had a moral code even if it was a little…broken.

That unsurity came through when Kira made a rather passionate defence of her and statement of being more in one scale than the entire man. It was raw and had a very much unrestrained and direct honesty about it. Orion's respect was evident and he seemed to have a different aspect but the other side of the same coin. People seemed to value Sya and what she did and she could not hide the blush and flush of emotions as well as happy tears.

“Thankyou, you …. Do not know how it feels sss… Hard day...“Sya stuttered again and hissed before she moved more rapidly than most would expect someone with such a tail pulling Kira first and embracing her, she was impulsive and knew it, but right now did not care. They were blightborn but they were good people, even if they had their …problems.

She had to refrain from using her tail as her mind tried to humanise her gestures and stop her more… Snake instincts from overriding. Sya let a likely surprised Kira go, before she pushed away letting her muscular lower body glide through the water in a serpentine S pattern before engulfing him in a well meant hug too. “Your friendsss, now you have to drop by the Eye. Bring your gold and enjoy yourself.” Sya just said and a little of her unpredictable Sassy nature as she pulled back not before giving his pecs an appreciative squeeze, firm and muscular.

“He firm, no filler here, all quality steak this one, a good egg this one, Yolk and shell.” Sya said with a cheeky look to Kira as she found a place to recline again and drank a little of the wine. Snaking her tail through the water, Sya watched how the moonlight glittered off blue scales, deep blue and a mix of bright sharp highlights and deep blue moving under the steaming water.

Sya Leant back using her tail to return the wine in a show of dexterity, she had to use that as a method of practice to try and learn to use her limb, first standing and stability, second how to move and then finer controls. She could not be knocking things over and breaking everything about her new body. “My emotionsss are a little… over the place today. I can be impulsive.” Sya apologised a little, but she very much admitted part of her blightborn change was an impulsive nature.

Sya returned her tail closer to her resting it and leaving it half out of the water, keeping warm but not hiding either. She caught them in passing and was a sneaky way to work exactly where they sat, if she felt playful. Sya was a weird character, Foolish, lacking awareness or being dull where very much the opposite of her nature.

“Opps” she said though it was probably clear she was not at all sorry.

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Banned, go see your doctor:)

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Ban the User Above You

Banned because the God Emperor told me while drinking a dozen margaritas at the business conference.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Dawn Haven _ “Bath House”

Snuggle Snakey times! With thr Blightborn Simmmer society's Soak

Now with 50% more blood alcohol content.

Sya was used to reading people, it was a skill that had kept her alive, a vital skill of her new trade and something most blighborn had to possess out of sheer survival. She could tell kiara was uncomfortable, or just not open and that was fine, Sya was probably. Definitely more open than she would have been had she not drunk so much and been so emotional in the past short time.

She told her story and felt safe doing it, they were similar in a sense and all had their deep scars and wounds that ran to their hearts. They all had faced the darkness and the Blights attempts to make them abandon humanity and they had not yielded to it. “Thankyou Kiara, I'm just trying my best, we just launched a new bakery, and distillery. Becky, well.. me…Vala. Are not the best to judge cooking so she runs the kitchens mostly. They seem to be popular, you're both always welcome.” Sya said proudly but also with a blush, she was not so used to praise and drank from the bottle before passing it back round the group. She knew when to use her blightborn and human staff to their strengths, she had quickly learned that she could make great advantage from both working together.

She made a surprisingly playful gesture and used her tail to splash Kiara and Orion a little, she definitely was not sober… but she smiled and her emotions had been for now, more playful and her trust evident her tail began to mirror her hand gestures more. “Hey, I cannot deny I like them taller, wrap me up and make me feel safe.” Sya's cheeky side broke though from a deeper part of her and old memory returned.

Sya mind ran back to a day long ago, a warm summer's evening when she ended up sat wrapping his hand, she had not meant to hurt him but watching him shirtless, sweating, working and hammering nails into the stables door… She had been a little too flirty and distracting as he hit his hand and took a week to lose the bruising. She had taken him back to her home and helped him much to her mothers gentle smile of her head watching her daughter so carefully wrapping his hurt hand she claimed not to be flirting with all while sitting on his lap. Being short was certainly helpful that day, she claimed it was because she needed the light, but really because she liked it.

Her mind snapped back to the present and Sya looked up at the moon and stars in the sky, of eternal night. “Who says I don't mind a pretty ssssstable girl too. Or fearsome warrior princessss herbalist… zi do no lt bite but i like to ssssnugle. My scales are very Ssssmooth and quite comfortable.” Sya said with an exaggerated hiss and a wink. After everything that happened to her she had a former lover of female kind who was hardly a problem in a world of eternal night, having been reborn from the dead and ending up a Lamia. She fiddled with a necklace a little before answering, a simple metal hammer on a leather cord, nothing fancy from a Dawn Haven market stall.

“We try, I'll expect you more often then, I can see if I can get the wine you like. I'm sure the Prince paysss you nicely. Il help lighten that Purssse. Gold is heavy, and i not mimd helping.” Sya made a cheeky proposal, not the flirty kind but forward, Sya was a little abnormal, alot abnormal as she worked also to try and control the hiss in her voice. Sya Stable…no, but she was acting more like Sya again thinks to these too, and a sign why she had worked well at the Inn.

Trying to lead Kira to safe ground was harder challenge for Sya, she did not know her well, or deeply… she was a independent person and from what Sya knew kept her own circles. “Anyone know if that … man.. was right about his claims? Surely if you think like…that…why come… here?

I'm…not sure if he is…kinda… like a few hammers short of a smithy.”Sya asked casually though she was rather interested in the answer and they likely could see through her approach to try to sidestep an awkward moment for Kira.

“You know there's a few women who think your handsome in the rall, vampire, dark romance vibe. Even more if they knew you had Abs like those.” She brought her teasing expression back to Orion, deciding that Kira was someone who was not to be rushed into unlocking the layers. She had seen ernough to know he was certainly not a disappointing view when he came to save her.

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