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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sjan-dehk & Kalliope

Date: Sola 22nd

Special thanks @Apex Sunburn

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Piers were a liminal space for Sjan-dehk. Straddling the boundary between sea and land, it was where the creaking of ships met the clopping of hooves; where soft sea breezes met buildings of hard brick; where ocean brine mixed with earthy aromas. It was where familiarity coexisted in peace with unfamiliarity. And thus, they were one of the few landbound places Sjan-dehk felt comfortable being around.

Well, usually, at least.

Today, he stood at the foot of the pier where his Sada Kurau was moored, noticeably ill-at-ease. Nervous eyes flittered back-and-forth from within the shadow of his hat, searching the endlessly streaming crowds for a recognisable face. All the while, his hands smoothed imaginary wrinkles and creases from his clothes over-and-over again, and adjusted belts that were more than adequately tightened. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared about his appearance – not to this degree, at least – but today wasn’t normal. It was far from it, in fact.

For he had an appointment today, if he could call it that. Not just with anyone, but with Kalliope, the lady whom he had met yesterday. Back then, she had offered to give him a tour of Sorian, and back then, he had accepted it without putting much thought into it. Only this morning, after returning from his fishing trip, did he realise what he had gotten himself into, and it was then did his nerves start rattling.

That it was Kalliope had nothing to do with it. Really, it didn’t. What did was that he couldn’t remember the last time he spent time with a lady that wasn’t Shi, his youngest sister. He didn’t know what to do, how to act, or even what would be considered appropriate. Sure, he had done well enough – or at least, he hoped he did – the previous night, but he had the setting to thank for that. His Sada Kurau and the beach were familiar territory to him. The city? Not so much.

And so, he had spent his time up until now making sure all was as perfect as he could manage. His tunics were the cleanest he could scrounge. Pristine white peeked from underneath sky blue at his steep collars, and the sash tied around his waist was a deep crimson. He had eschewed his usual weapons; he carried only his twin sabres and a single pistol. That was Hai-shuun’s idea. Granted, whatever the carpenter had said was with reference to a date – which Sjan-dehk didn’t believe was what he had with Kalliope – but it did make sense. Having all those arms on him would make things awkward, to say the least.

His fingers fiddled with a whalebone fan tucked into his sash. That one was Mursi’s idea. When meeting a lady, it was the proper form to present her with a gift at the very start, he had said. To be quite honest, the meaning of such an act went completely over Sjan-dehk’s head, but he wasn’t going to argue with what was considered to be ‘proper form’. Besides, he hadn’t used the fan at all since the day he got it. Might as well give it to someone who might appreciate it.

His foot tapped an erratic rhythm on the cobblestone path, and his teeth ground against his cheek. Just as he was about to set off in search of her – how exactly, he didn’t know – he caught sight of her face through the thronging mass of people. “Kali!” He shouted and waved his hand over his head. “Over here!”

Kalliope turned her head at the sound of her name, a wide smile spreading across her face as she spotted Sjan-dehk amidst the bustling crowd. She waved back enthusiastically, her attire a casual fantasy ensemble that exuded charm and whimsy. Her knee-length dress, made of flowing fabric with a subtle floral pattern, draped around her in a loose and comfortable fit. The dress was cinched at the waist by a braided leather belt adorned with small charms, adding a touch of enchantment to her look.

Her feet were adorned with ankle boots crafted from soft leather, beautifully embellished with intricate embroidery and decorative buckles. Over the dress, she wore a lightweight, hooded cloak that added a sense of mystery and flair. The cloak featured a colourful lining and delicate lace trim, accentuating her every movement with grace.

Completing her ensemble were silver earrings shaped like delicate leaves, glimmering in the sunlight. Her hair was styled elegantly, with a floral headband adding a touch of natural beauty and charm.

Sjan-dehk’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Kalliope approach. She truly was an attractive sight; beautiful in a fresh, winsome manner that was akin to the charm of a patch of flowers brightening a drab street of grey stone and cold ceramic. That was all it was, he told himself. He was simply appreciating her beauty in the same way he could appreciate that of a majestic seascape or blossoming flower. There was nothing wrong with that.

As Kalliope made her way towards him, her eyes sparkled with excitement and in anticipation of their upcoming adventure. Little did she know that beyond the planned tour of the city, she was about to embark on a journey of friendship and the stirrings of a blossoming connection.

“Good morning, Sjan-dehk!” She called out, her voice filled with warmth and cheer. “Don’t you look absolutely dashing! I see you’ve dressed to impress today.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously, appreciating his crisp attire and the fan tucked into his sash. “A fan, huh? Well, I must say it suits you, my dear. Just remember, I don’t need fanning unless you want to see me pretend to swoon dramatically!” As she said it, she couldn’t help but playfully swoon.

Sjan-dehk’s laugh joined with hers, and both of theirs blended with the vibrant sounds of the city. In that moment, Kalliope felt a growing fondness for her companion; a realisation that this day held more than just a tour. It held the promise of a special connection, an adventure that could lead to something beautiful. For Sjan-dehk’s part, he couldn’t help but be swept up in her current. Her exuberance was catching, and it soon dissipated the nervous eddies swirling in his mind. So caught up was he in the moment that he forgot to give her the fan. Neither did he remember to compliment her appearance, as per Dai-sehk’s advice. He was simply too caught up in the moment, taking heart in the shrinking distance between them. To finally form such a connection with someone outside of his crew was refreshing. That was all it was.

“I hope you’re hungry because I’ve planned for our first stop to be food as I’m starving!” She exclaimed, linking her arm with his as she prepared to lead the way. “Shall we? And who knows what else might await us today? Perhaps we’ll stumble upon some hidden treasures that even I was unaware of! Either way, I hope to make it an unforgettable day.” Her voice brimmed with genuine excitement and the spark of a crush unknowingly flickered in her heart.

Sjan-dehk tensed up when she took him by the arm, but soon relaxed. As much as he could, at least; this was still very much new to him. Even so, he gingerly pulled her in a little closer as the pushing crowd flowed around them. “I could eat,” he replied and pushed his hat a little higher up his brow. “Last I ate was just before we went fishing, and that was well before sunrise.” Then, he titled his head towards the city with a grin. “My sails are yours to tack, Kali. Let’s be off.”

Kalliope couldn’t help but notice the slight tension in his demeanour, and it only served to make her grin all the wider. She delighted in the dance of emotions swirling within her new friend, knowing that their connection was growing stronger with each passing moment. When he pulled her closer, her heart skipped a beat, and she revelled in the warmth of his presence.

“Excellent! Then to get food shall be our first stop.” She led the way, her steps light and purposeful as she savoured the thrill of having Sjan-dehk by her side.

Barely ten steps had passed when Sjan-dehk finally remembered what he was supposed to do. Sneaking a glance at the lady beside him, he cleared his throat. “You look…” He trailed off and looked up over the roofs, searching clear, azure skies for the right words. “Good.” No, that wasn’t the one. He drew in a deep breath and tried again. He drew in a deep breath and tried again. “I mean, you look very pretty.” His hands fumbled for the fan, but eventually he pulled it free from his sash and presented it handle-first to her across his body. “And this is actually for you, but it slipped my mind until now. My apologies.”

His awkwardness in offering a compliment didn’t go unnoticed by Kalliope. Neither did the time it took for him to muster the courage to do so. Her playful smile grew wider, and she couldn’t help but tease him gently. “Oh, just good? I suppose I’ll accept that for now,” she replied with a mock pout, her tone filled with playful sass. “But I must say, you’re lucky I find ‘very pretty’ to be a most agreeable compliment.” She winked at him, enjoying their lighthearted banter.

Her attention was then drawn to the fan, and her eyes sparkled with delight. She took it graciously, studying the intricate design and its smooth handle. “Thank you, Sjan-dehk,” she said with a soft smile, raising the fan to her face and playfully fanning herself. “Now I have a secret weapon to combat the summer heat and make all the other ladies envious.” She chuckled, her playful demeanour never faltering.

As they continued their journey through the bustling city, she couldn’t shake off the growing sense of excitement and the subtle flutter in her heart. She was eager to show Sjan-dehk the hidden gems of the city and spend more time in his company. Little did she know that with every playful interaction and shared moment, her feelings for him were slowly evolving. If she weren’t careful, it would be easy for those feelings to develop into something more.

Kalliope led Sjan-dehk through the city streets until they reached a charming tavern called ‘The Dancing Dragon’. Inside, the warm glow of candlelight illuminated the lively atmosphere filled with laughter, animated conversations, and the melodies of bards. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting epic tales, and the bar offered a wide selection of drinks. Sjan-dehk found his senses overwhelmed by the new sights and smells that greeted him, but he couldn’t say it was an unpleasant experience. His eyes swept over the tapestries, taking in the stories told by their ornate needlework. There were heroic figures slaying vile monsters; noble kings and their ever-faithful companions; beautiful queens and princesses presiding over loyal courtiers and amongst loving subjects.

Well, he assumed that was what they depicted, at least.

Gentle tugs from Kalliope’s arm kept him grounded. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she guided him to a cosy table near the roaring fireplace. “This is the Dancing Dragon,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight. “It’s one of the many places where locals gather to share stories and enjoy the finest ale. It’s the perfect place to begin our tour and indulge in delicious food before our next adventure as I think they have the widest collection of local cuisine here, including my personal favourite, the pasty.” They settled into their seats, surrounded by the vibrant ambiance of the tavern.

“Exciting place,” Sjan-dehk remarked as he sat down. The music lilted about his ears, their light melodies complementing each other perfectly. He couldn’t help but tap a finger along with the cheery beat. All the while, he looked around them, still taking in the atmosphere. “Can’t say I understand what I’m seeing or smelling, though.” He turned back around to face Kalliope with a grin. “But that’s why I’m glad to have you here. I’ve to apologise, though. I’ve got a feeling that you’ll have to answer a lot of my questions before the day’s done, and I’ve already got one for you. What’s a pasty?”

Kalliope chuckled at Sjan-dehk’s comment, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The lively ambiance of the tavern seemed to amplify their conversation, creating an intimate bubble amidst the bustling crowd. She took a moment to soak in the vibrant atmosphere before answering his question.

“Oh, Sjan-dehk, you’re in for a treat!” She exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. “A pasty is a delicious savoury pastry, typically filled with meats, vegetables, and spices. It’s like a handheld meal wrapped in a flakey pastry crust. You’ll have to try one, they’re a local specialty!” She gestured for a waiter to come over to them when they had the chance, eager to place orders for their food and drinks.

Leaning in closer, she added playfully, “Consider it the first mystery of the day, and I’ll be your guide to uncovering all the culinary wonders of Sorian amongst others! Ask as many questions as you need, I’ll be happy to answer them.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she awaited his reaction, eager to embark on this culinary adventure together.

All thoughts of the decorative tapestries left Sjan-dehk’s mind once Kalliope spoke. He couldn’t say for why, but there was something about her that captivated him. Perhaps it were her promises of more discoveries; he always did like experiencing new things, be it seeing new lands, sailing unfamiliar seas, or just indulging in exotic tastes and foreign sounds. Or perhaps, as he largely believed, it was simply due to the enthusiasm which laced each and every one of her words.

His grin turned into a warm smile as he simply watched and listened to her. To see the genuine excitement across her visage and in her animated movements was comforting, in a way. He wondered if this was how he looked to others when he spoke at length about ships and sailing. If so, he couldn’t say he minded very much; in this very moment, Kalliope’s charm was undeniable and endearing.

“Well,” he said and leaned forward slightly. “I’ll be looking forward to what you have to show me, Kali, and something tells me that you’re not going to disappoint.”

An idea struck Kalliope like a bolt of lightning as she savoured the tavern’s lively atmosphere. Her eyes widened with excitement, and she looked back at Sjan-dehk with a mischievous grin.

“Sjan-dehk, I have the most splendid idea!” She exclaimed, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “Tomorrow night, there’s a magnificent masquerade party taking place. It’ll be an enchanting event filled with mystery, glamour, and endless possibilities. It’ll also be a fabulous way to meet more of the influential people of the city while learning more about us. How about we attend it together? It’ll be an experience you won’t forget!”

She leaned in closer, her voice hushed yet brimming with anticipation. “Imagine, dancing under the flickering candlelight, surrounded by masked strangers, each harbouring secrets and hidden identities. It’s a chance to step into a different world, even if just for one night. What do you say, Sjan-dehk? Will you be my partner in this grand adventure?” Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and hope, eagerly awaiting his response, and eager to embark on this enchanting journey with him.

As much as Sjan-dehk tried to stop himself, his face fell at her suggestion. He hadn’t the slightest idea as to what a masquerade was, but from the sound of things, it would be a formal affair that would involve all the stuffiness that came with them. His first instinct was to turn her down right away – and had it been anyone else, he likely would have done just that – but the look in her eyes gave him pause, and he gave it more thought.

She did raise a good point; this would be an excellent chance for him to get to know who was who in this city, something that would surely do him many favours in the near future. Getting a first-hand look at how the local nobility went about their business would also likely prove to be a boon, if nothing else. Of course, he had already attended the King’s court, however briefly, but he had his doubts that whatever had happened there was normal.

And besides, he couldn’t say that the idea of spending an evening enjoying the finer things in life with her was a bad one. It was rather appealing, in fact, though the reason why escaped him. Regardless, that very thought was enough to sway his opinion.

“Alright,” he said with a nod and a smile. “It’d be my honour to escort you to this mask–masquerade. But I’ve to warn you, I can’t say I’m well-versed in formal things. Even back home, I rarely attended anything like this. Couldn’t stand them, to be honest.” A sheepish smile came over his face at his admission, and he sat back in his seat. “So you’ll have to teach me how things work, I suppose, and I promise to follow your lead like a diligent student.” There was also the question of what clothes he should wear, but he supposed they would have time to deal with that problem later.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Malachi @princess, Zion @Helo, Jun @JJ Doe, Enstille @GingerBobOh
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Kenia smiled warmly at Zion, appreciating his welcoming nature and enthusiasm. She took the plate he offered and carefully piled it with a variety of food, avoiding the onions in the eggs just like Enstille. She glanced over at Enstille's meticulous removal of the slimy onions, a sense of camaraderie forming as she understood his aversion to them.

"Thank you, Zion. Your kindness is truly a breath of fresh air in this rather eventful morning," she replied, her voice gentle and grateful. "To answer your question, I actually only live here part of the year. The rest of the year I travel between Illuminata and Roshmi. I truly love this little place and its vibrant community." She said before taking a bite of food.

Kenia's eyes briefly fell on Malachi, who seemed preoccupied with Jun, their conversation seemingly intense. She couldn't help but wonder what was troubling the young human, betting it had something to do with his situation in life now. However, now wasn't the right time to pry into their affairs. Instead, she focused on the present moment, enjoying the company of the warm-hearted individuals gathered in the kitchen.

As she settled into her seat, she turned her attention back to Zion, her smile brightening. "So, Zion, tell me more about your time here in River Port. What are the highlights of your visit so far?" From the earlier interaction with Enstille she decided it was best to give him space, little attention, and perhaps he would open up in time.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning
Location: Royal Gardens Tea Party
Attire: Outfit
Interaction: @mantou Wystan
Mentions: @Inertia Auguste

A Look Into the Past

A young girl of about thirteen years old stepped out of the dark chamber, her face etched with worry and fatigue as she listened to the labored breaths still coming from the room behind her. Lady Mina Blackwood was feeling the weight of her responsibilities as caretaker and confidante to her uncle as it bore heavily upon her slender shoulders.

Count Sebastian Blackwood, a reserved and private man, has always been a source of mystery and concern to others. Mina rarely witnessed him appearing in public of his own accord and even when he did he tried to keep those appearances saved for when the sun went down. She knew that his illness made it hard for him to endure the sun for too long and she wished above all else that she could figure out a way to rid her uncle of his illness. To be able to simply be a child, not having to worry about others and just have some fun from time to time was something she longed for. That’s not to say that Sebastian encouraged her to take time for herself, of course he did. He loved Mina dearly and wanted to see her thrive, but she loved him back and refused to lose another parental figure.

As Mina meandered through the dimly lit corridors, her mind swirled with dark thoughts and heavy burdens. This time the sickness was hitting her uncle hard and she feared he wouldn’t make it through it this time. He needed more than what she currently was able to provide, but she didn’t know how she’d accomplish that. She felt ill herself and simply wanted to sit down and sob. She yearned for a respite from the constant worries that plagued her young heart. It was in this vulnerable state that fate saw fit to test her further.

A teenage boy, a servant in the Blackwood household, approached Mina with an audacious smile, his flirtatious nature evident in his bold demeanor. Young Ethan Holloway, a boy of fifteen years, worked for the Blackwoods along with his mother. He’d always had his gaze upon Mina, a burning hunger always present in his eyes. He’d even gone as far as trying to flirt with her on occasion, though they often fell flat. "Well, hello there, Lady Mina," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Out for a late-night stroll?"

At first, annoyance flickered across Mina's weary face, irritated by the audacity of his advances. Her mind was clouded with worries about her uncle, and she had no patience for idle flirtation. The hint of an idea began to take root in her mind, however.

Suppressing a sigh, Mina responded to Ethan, a glimmer of mischievousness lighting up her eyes. "Oh, just couldn't sleep, you know," she replied, feigning nonchalance. "Too many thoughts running through this tired head of mine."

The boy chuckled, seemingly unfazed by her dismissive tone. "Well, I'm here to entertain, milady," he quipped, a playful grin dancing upon his lips. "Perhaps a bit of distraction is just what you need." He began moving in a little closer and it took everything in her to keep from shoving him away. She wanted to see where this would go. “I find myself captivated by your lips, longing to taste their sweetness and feel their warmth against mine.”

Inwardly, Mina found herself now intrigued by the boy's confidence. She realized that perhaps flirting could serve as a temporary escape from the burdens that weighed her down. A distraction from the worries that threatened to consume her.

With a newfound resolve, she matched his playful banter, her youthful charm intertwining with his own. The air crackled with a mixture of innocence and intrigue as they continued their exchange. As Ethan leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, Mina felt a rush of nerves mixed with excitement. This was all so new to her, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was doing it right. She couldn't deny the slight thrill that came from playing with fire, and for a moment, the weight of her responsibilities seemed to fade into the background.

"Well, aren't you a bold one," Mina retorted with a teasing smile, trying to mimic the confident tone she had seen in older girls. "But I must warn you, I'm not so easily impressed."

Ethan chuckled nervously, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and enthusiasm. "Oh, I can tell," he replied, his voice a bit shaky. "But don't worry, I'm up for the challenge."

With the air filled with both uncertainty and desire, they tentatively closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a clumsy, awkward kiss, their inexperience evident. Mina's heart raced as she allowed herself to be swept up in the moment, her mind momentarily forgetting the world outside.

Ethan's hands wandered hesitantly over her back and shoulders, clearly unsure of what to do but eager to explore. Mina let out a soft gasp, both from surprise and the thrill of the sensation. She couldn't help but think back to the books she had read and the stories she had heard, trying to emulate the passion she imagined should be present in such moments.

After what felt like an eternity, Mina finally broke the kiss, her cheeks flushed and her mind racing. "You know," she said, trying to sound alluring, "I know a place where we can find some vodka. Care to join me for a little adventure?"

Ethan's eyes lit up at the prospect, clearly eager to continue the escapade. "Lead the way, milady," he replied with a grin, taking her hand in his and following her lead.

As they made their way through the dimly lit halls, Mina's nerves began to resurface. She knew what she wanted to achieve, but the weight of her actions bore down on her. The idea of getting him drunk both excited and terrified her. She needed to gather her courage, to find the strength to carry out her plan.

Once they reached her room, Mina closed the door behind them, her heart pounding in her chest. She poured the vodka into two glasses, trying to keep her hands from trembling too visibly. They sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the liquid courage that would lead them down a path neither had ventured before.

As the night wore on and the vodka began to take effect, Mina's nerves eased, replaced by a sense of daring and recklessness. She found herself laughing more freely, her inhibitions slowly slipping away. Ethan, too, seemed to become more emboldened, and together they danced along the precipice of something both thrilling and dangerous.

In the midst of their laughter and playful touches, Mina couldn't help but wonder if she was crossing a line she could never return from. Yet, in that moment, she felt alive, unburdened by the weight of her responsibilities and the secrets she carried.

As the night grew late, Mina's mind became hazy, the world around her becoming a blur. Ethan's presence and their shared escapade became a distant memory, lost in a fog of alcohol and youthful exuberance. And in that intoxicating haze, Mina found a momentary respite from the darkness that loomed over her.

Little did she know, this night would mark the beginning of a dangerous path she had set herself upon, one that would lead her deeper into a world of secrets, desires, and the very darkness she had sought to escape.

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As Mina and her uncle, Count Sebastian Blackwood, approached the entrance of the royal gardens, their presence was met with a mix of admiration and curiosity. Mina's attire exuded an air of elegance, her flowing dress adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery that accentuated her youthful beauty. A sunhat, adorned with a satin ribbon, sat atop her carefully styled hair, framing her face with grace.

Sebastian, on the other hand, had taken extra care with his appearance for this occasion. His suit, tailored to perfection, hugged his form and accentuated his broad shoulders. The clean lines of his freshly groomed facial hair and his neatly trimmed haircut only added to his commanding presence. It was evident that he had regained some of the strength and charisma he had lost during his illness, and Mina couldn't help but notice the change in him.

As they joined the line to be inspected for weapons, Mina's concern bubbled up within her. She leaned closer to Sebastian, her voice laced with worry. "Uncle, are you sure you're feeling up to this? You only just recovered, and the sunlight..." Her words trailed off, the unsaid concern lingering in the air.

Sebastian turned his gaze toward Mina, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Fear not, my dear. I am feeling much better, and the fresh air will do me good. Besides, I couldn't let you attend this event alone. I promised to watch over you especially after the events from the other day." His reassurance washed over Mina, momentarily easing her worries as he referred to her strange vision and how she’d fainted. Because of that event, Sebastian had kept her in for the next day and had even considered sending her back to Kolonivka, but she managed to convince him otherwise. So here they were, together at a tea party during the day.

Their turn in line arrived, and Wystan stood before them. As he would begin the customary inspection, Mina couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and mischief. She cast a playful glance at the bodyguard. "Oh, I hope you'll be thorough in your search. Wouldn't want me sneaking any dangerous weapons past you, now would we?" Her tone carried a flirtatious undertone, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes.

Her uncle gave her a brief, amused glance as he removed the sword Mina had noticed him wearing earlier and handed it over as he complied with the rule of no weapons. He’d never been fond of Mina’s flirtatious ways, but he also understood why she did what she did. He just wasn’t sure if Wystan was one she should be playing her games with.

Mina's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she leaned closer, her voice a mere whisper. "I trust you'll handle me with care, Wystan. After all, I wouldn't want to be mistaken for a threat." She wondered if he’d be surprised that she knew his name or not, but she always made a note to try and learn everyone’s names, whether they were servants or nobility. Wystan was one she considered more important to remember as well as he was often around Prince Auguste.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa, The Seagull ---> The alley
Interactions: Arlen @SilverPaw, Captain Drosis @Blizz Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos
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Amisra let out a small giggle at what Arlen pointed out. ”You make a very valid point, I suppose we need to break ourselves of that habit. I guess we could call him the child.” She responded with a bit of a smirk.

Amisra's breath caught slightly as Arlen's hands settled on her shoulders, his touch warm and comforting. The tension that had been building within her began to dissipate under the gentle pressure of his fingers. She closed her eyes momentarily, savoring the brief respite from the weight of responsibility.

A soft smile curved her lips as she leaned into the soothing touch, grateful for Arlen's thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Arlen," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation. "Your timing is impeccable, as always." She turned her head slightly to glance at him, her eyes meeting his briefly before she straightened up, her shoulders feeling lighter and more relaxed.

With a renewed sense of energy, Amisra nodded toward the direction where Tanithil and Ismael had gone. "Let's find them and make sure everything is alright. And who knows, maybe we'll stumble upon something interesting in the process," she said, her tone filled with a mix of determination and curiosity.

Amisra stood up, her gaze locked with Arlen's for a moment longer before she followed her captain out of the bar, knowing Arlen wouldn’t be far behind. Once outside, Amisra let out a sigh as her eyes scanned the bustling streets, pondering Tanithil's likely whereabouts. She knew him well enough to predict that he would probably try to keep to the back alleyways despite them being potentially dangerous. It wouldn't be surprising if they found themselves in some sort of trouble. With a faint smile, she turned to Arlen and Drosis.

"I have a feeling I know where they might be," she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and concern. "Follow me. They might have stumbled upon an interesting situation." She led the way through the busy streets, moving swiftly yet gracefully.

As she rounded a corner, she came upon the scene where Tanithil and Ismael were surrounded by the group of thugs. Amisra's eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation, realizing that their crewmates hadn't noticed their presence yet. Her gaze fell upon a nearby bin filled with potatoes, and a mischievous grin crept across her lips.

Without a moment's hesitation, Amisra swiftly picked up a potato from the bin and hurled it with precise aim, aiming directly at the orc's head. As the potato smacked against its target, she couldn't resist adding a taunting remark.

"Hey, big guy! Potato for your thoughts?" she called out, her voice carrying a playful yet confident tone. She merely intended to catch them off guard and provide a window of opportunity for Tanithil and Ismael to strike. She also drew her weapons, ready for a fight.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Malachi @princess, Zion @Helo, Jun @JJ Doe, Enstille @GingerBobOh
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Kenia's smile wavered slightly as she faced the mixed reactions from the individuals gathered around. The warmth in her eyes faded for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, refusing to let their coldness dampen her spirits. She glanced at Jun's retreating figure, concern etching her features. It was clear that he carried a heavy burden within him, and her heart went out to him.

As Malachi tossed a few amas to Zion and made his dismissive comment, Kenia's expression hardened ever so slightly. “Not everyone with good intentions is trying to sell something! You never know, sometimes the best things in life come to us without any expectations of profit!” She yelled after Malachi, irritation clear in her voice. She let out a sigh before turning her attention back to Zion, appreciating his efforts to extend a more welcoming gesture. His invitation to share breakfast touched her, and she saw in him a glimmer of kindness that resonated with her own values.

Holding up a hand in refusal of the amas, Kenia replied to Zion, "Thank you for your kind invitation. It's truly refreshing to encounter someone who understands the importance of fostering connections and building bridges. I would be delighted to join you all for breakfast. Keep the amas, though, as it’s now a matter of principle to not accept them."

With a sense of determination, she followed Zion's lead, making her way into the house. Upon entering, she noticed another light elven man. “Oh! There’s more of you. Good morning, I’m Kenia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said in greeting to the man with a grin.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa, The Seagull
Interactions: Arlen @SilverPaw, Captain Drosis @Blizz
Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos
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Amisra couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at Arlen's playful enthusiasm and vivid imagination. His description of their extravagant lifestyle and the playful innuendos made her cheeks flush slightly, but she quickly composed herself. She was accustomed to their teasing dynamic, knowing that it was all in good fun and never meant to be taken too seriously.

As Arlen's fingers lightly brushed against hers, she felt a tingling sensation run through her, the lingering touch sending a shiver down her spine. His nuzzle against her cheek brought a warm smile to her lips, appreciating their close friendship and the comfort they found in each other's presence.

Inwardly, Amisra acknowledged the fine line they treaded with their playful banter and occasional flirtation. She valued their friendship immensely, and the thought of crossing into a romantic involvement had crossed her mind before. But she’d always quickly squashed those thoughts as she understood the importance of maintaining their current dynamic and not complicating their living situation. Besides, she wasn’t all that interested in romance anyways…or at least that’s what she kept telling herself.

She glanced at Arlen, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment, and she couldn't help but wonder if he ever entertained similar thoughts. Yet, they both seemed content with their playful camaraderie, finding amusement in their own personal drama show and the continuous teasing of Tanithil.

Returning her focus to the conversation at hand, Amisra agreed with Arlen about their captain's tendency to be a spoilsport, though she knew it was necessary for their mission. She nodded in agreement, her expression showing a mixture of understanding and amusement.

"He can be quite the stickler, but we know he has our best interests at heart," Amisra replied, her voice tinged with affection for their captain. "And besides, we have a week here, so we'll find plenty of time for fun and relaxation once our duties are fulfilled." She squeezed Arlen's hand briefly, a reassuring gesture, before following him towards The Seagull.

When they entered the tavern, Amisra followed Arlen's lead and settled herself at the table with Captain Drosis and their mates. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, crossing her legs as she glanced around, taking in the familiar atmosphere of the place. The worn-out paint and the presence of seagulls reminded her of the countless memories they had created here.

Turning her attention back to Captain Drosis as he began speaking, Amisra's playful expression shifted into a focused one. She listened attentively to his words, recognizing the seriousness of the task at hand. The potential consequences of Ismael's presence being exposed were significant, and it was their duty to prevent that from happening.

"I understand, Captain," Amisra replied, her tone firm and determined. "Keeping Ismael's true identity undisclosed is crucial. Arlen and I will discreetly monitor the guards, paying close attention to any unusual behavior or conversations. If we come across any mentions of humans or suspicions about Ismael, we'll immediately inform you."

She met Captain Drosis's gaze directly, her eyes reflecting her dedication to the task. "Rest assured, Captain, we won't allow the secret to be compromised. We'll shadow the guards, gather information, and ensure that it remains within our circle. And if the need arises, we'll handle any potential threats swiftly and effectively. That is if Arlen is willing to help?"

Amisra glanced briefly at Arlen, silently conveying her trust and confidence in their ability to carry out the mission successfully. Then she turned her attention back to the captain, waiting for any further instructions or details he might have.

Amisra was prepared to give her all to protect their crewmate and uphold the secrecy of Ismael's presence in Vanarosa. She understood the gravity of the situation and was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, relying on her skills, Arlen's support, and the guidance of Captain Drosis.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sjan-dehk & Kalliope

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Part One

Kalliope couldn’t help but smile some as Sjan-dehk told her to just come as she was, that they wouldn’t want Izahn to not recognize her. She didn’t voice her worries that he may not recognize her anyways as she’d truly changed quite a bit in the last two years. She was no longer this scrawny little thing who was clearly underfed. Her skin was no longer as jaundiced as it once was either and she actually looked healthy.

She quietly followed him as he had them move, listening to his words. ”Could always make their heads explode…” She said with a slight smirk and then busted up laughing. ”Of course I only jest, but sometimes you really wish with people like that.”

After exploring more of the ship and Sjan-dehk pointing out more things, he asked about the use of the beach. ”It’s a public beach so I wouldn’t imagine you’d need permission. If anyone wants to cause trouble, however, just leave them to me. I’ll sort them out real quick.” She said with a kind smile which caused Sjan-dehk to chuckle and glance sideways at Kalliope with a grin. She neglected to mention that there may be some that could throw a hissy fit.

“I’ll hold you to that if it comes to it,” he said a little teasingly. Then, he let out a little sigh, though his face never lost its mirth and mischief. “I’d honestly love to do it myself, but I don’t think it’ll do my people any favours if I start roughing up the locals. First impressions and all that.” Either way, it likely was late enough that people wouldn’t be around the beach much anyways. Kali wasn’t lying either about taking care of it, she could be very persuasive.

"Trust me, some in this city need some roughing up and I'd be more than happy to do so." She said with a giggle before glancing back out over the water.

He returned his gaze to the water as well. The first of the Sudah’s boats was already ferrying pinpricks of light towards the beach, and the second didn’t look like it would be far behind. Sjan-dehk guessed that the same thing was happening on the other side of the massive ship, which meant two boats heading for shore and another two still boarding. That didn’t leave him with as much time as he would’ve liked to show Kalliope the Sada Kurau in her full glory, but then again, it wasn’t as if his ship was at its best as things stood.

“They’ll be ready soon,” Sjan-dehk said and pushed himself away from the railing. Kalliope watched the small twinkling lights moving across the water for a moment longer before following suit. “Assuming they don’t mess up ferrying themselves across calm waters, that is. There’s not much to the ritual, to be honest. Usually, it’s just starting a small fire on the beach and reciting our words.” He looked at Kalliope with a little smile. “But if there’s anything different, I’ll let you know. Just follow my lead and everything will be fine.” Kali briefly wondered if it would be inappropriate to offer a song after the ritual, but she figured she could ask later if anything. She could also wait till they began clearing out before offering up her own song alone.

There was just one more thing Sjan-dehk needed to do before they could go. As much as he detested fussing over minor details of stuffy rites and rituals, he supposed he could make an exception for this particular occasion. Sjan-dehk knew nothing about Izahn’s life, but he knew that he died true to the Way. For that alone, he deserved to be sent off properly. “I’ve to get some things from my quarters down below. I won’t take long, but you can follow me if you prefer.”

"Oh, well if you don't mind me following. Keep me from sticking my nose anywhere else I shouldn't be then." She said with a mischievous smirk as she motioned for him to lead the way.

Sjan-dehk grinned and beckoned for Kalliope to follow. “Well, like I said, Sada Kurau isn’t a big ship. You’d be found out eventually if you go snooping around,” he started as he walked back down the steps. Slower this time; despite the glow of the lanterns, it was still difficult to see much. “Then I’d have to come find you to get you out of trouble again, and I think we’ve had enough of that for one day.”

"I suppose I can save you from getting me out of trouble until another day." She'd joked with a giggle while following him.

His quarters wasn’t far from the quarterdeck. It was directly beneath it, in fact. Not exactly the place most captains would’ve had their rooms, but this was just one of the many changes Sjan-dehk had carried out during the refitting of his Sada Kurau all those years ago. By her original design, his quarters would have been on the gundeck like any other ship, but Sjan-dehk chose to have it moved up to the main deck to make space for four more broadside guns and two chasers.

He led Kalliope through a pair of doors behind the ship’s wheel. “There’s not much to see. Feel free to look around, all the same.” He stood aside to let her enter first before quietly shutting the door behind them. As far as quarters went, Sjan-dehk’s was rather austere. A desk stood in the centre, in front of a wall of large windows. Ledgers and maps were piled high on the plain, wooden surface, and more crowded the shelves on either side of the room. Sextants, compasses, and other tools of navigation acted as weights to keep them in place.

Once Kalliope had stepped through into his quarters, she'd done just as he suggested and began looking around. Her fingers trailed over some of the stuff on his desk, picking up a compass at one point and examining it before continuing on.

“Sorry for the mess,” Sjan-dehk said a little sheepishly as he walked over to his bed. It was more of a cot, if he had to be quite honest. A step up from the hammocks issued to a regular sailor, to be sure, but not at all luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. He picked up a woven, conical hat from it. This one, unlike the plain one he’d been wearing for most of the day, had elaborate patterns painted across the surface. A swirl here, a pictograph there; it looked simply, yet elegant at the same time.

"If you consider this a mess then I suppose I should never let you see my room." Kalliope laughed, thinking of the books and often clothes discarded all around her room. She knew servants would have likely attempted to tidy up her things, but she had faith that if her friend Riona caught wind of it then she'd have put a stop to it. Kali could always rely on her and in turn she tried to make sure Riona could rely on Kali.

He gestured to a roughly-shaped crate in the corner of the room. Swords of all sorts – as well as a handful of firearms – laid inside with no real care. “Don’t suppose you’re looking for a weapon? I’ve collected more prizes than I’ve any need for. Feel free to take anything that catches your eye. You can think of it as a gift, or an apology for the trouble you faced earlier. Either would work.” None of them looked as if they had been maintained at all, and to be honest, Sjan-dehk hadn’t really given them much attention since the day he plucked them from the cold, dead hands of their former owners.

She’d noticed the weapons and lingered there, casually looking through them until Sjan-dehk suggested she take one. It was only then she began looking through them more like a giddy child in a toy store. She did eventually settle on an interesting weapon, a falchion with an oddly black colored blade. It wasn't anything fancy and certainly needed some love, but it drew Kalliope in almost like a siren lures sailors to their deaths.

After placing the hat on his head, he grabbed a yellow sash embroidered with red patterns from the same cot and tied it high on his waist. Then, he pushed it down, tucking it behind the belt supporting the various pouches and weapons he kept on his person. “Symbol of office,” he explained.

His voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she found herself glancing at him, taking him in for a moment. "Oh my, it seems I've got quite the handsome date tonight. I'm certainly underdressed now," she teased. She wasn't lying, however, when she'd called him handsome as he truly was quite handsome. She wasn't afraid to admit that even if others often found her too bold for saying such things.

Kalliope’s compliment had come as a complete surprise. A welcome one, granted, but Sjan-dehk couldn’t fight the light flush that came over his cheeks, all the same. Thankfully, he’d been looking away at the time as he searched for the sword that he’d left behind. He cleared his throat as he picked it up and slotted it into the empty frog on his belt. “You flatter me,” he said as he stood back up and turned to face her, grin on face and eyes looking her up and down. “But I think you’re pretty enough the way you are.”

Much as he’d said it to tease her, it wasn’t entirely a lie. It wasn’t one at all, actually. Kalliope truly was a beautiful sight to behold – even if he’d never actually seen anyone with hair as red as hers before – and in the short time that he’d known her, she seemed like a decent enough person. There was more of her that he knew nothing about, of course, but for now, Sjan-dehk could at least call her ‘pretty’. Even if he did look a little impish when he did so.

“Let’s go,” he said and led her back onto the main deck.

Once she'd strapped her new weapon to herself, they left for the beach. Kalliope had been right about not many being down there currently, only a small handful of people exploring for shells and other fun things as the ride slowly made its way out. "Looks like it's going to be a perfect night for this," she said with a soft smile.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: River Port
Interactions: Malachi @princess, Zion @Helo, Jun @JJ Doe, Enstille @GingerBobOh
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To say Kenia was expecting someone to come practically falling out the door, knocking her basket of goodies out of her hands, would be a lie. In fact, it actually served to irritate her quite a bit. Well, well, isn't this a delightful turn of events? Kenia thought sarcastically. Just when I thought my basket of treats would bring joy and warm welcomes, it decides to make a grand entrance as a splattered mess on the pavement.

Her sassiness grew as she observed the person responsible, his clumsy panic not soothing her frustration. Oh, look, the culprit looks genuinely frightened. How touching. Perhaps I should applaud their talent for turning my basket into an avant-garde art installation. She thought once more, but kept her expression friendly as she looked up to the one wielding the spray bottle.

Kenia's heart oddly skipped a beat as Malachi's eyes met hers. She felt a mix of curiosity and amusement as she observed his stoic expression. She took a moment to gather herself before stepping forward, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Well, well, aren't you a charming host?" Kenia remarked, her voice laced with a hint of sass. "Here I am, bringing delightful baked goods to greet my new neighbors, and I'm met with such warmth and hospitality."

She then looked to the Demihuman man who was far more friendly and couldn't help but smile at Zion's playful and charismatic response. His lightheartedness lifted the tension in the air, bringing a touch of warmth to the situation. She appreciated his efforts to diffuse the initial awkwardness caused by Malachi's grumpy demeanor.

Chuckling softly, Kenia replied, her tone teasing yet friendly, "Ah, grumpy old elves, they do have their charm, don't they? It seems I've stumbled upon a den of characters this morning."

She glanced at Malachi briefly, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, before turning her attention back to Zion. "Well, Zion, it's a pleasure to meet you amidst this delightful chaos. I must say, your warmth and hospitality are far better than your friend here."

Kenia glanced back once more to Malachi, addressing him as she helped Zion gather the treats. "But fear not, dear sir, I'm not here to infiltrate your kingdom of chaos and spray bottles. I come in peace, armed only with tasty treats and neighborly intentions."

She carefully wiped away any dirt before placing the treats back in the basket. "So, here I am, with a basket of slightly adventurous pastries, ready to be the welcome wagon after hopefully giving you lot enough time to settle in. And I must say, stumbling upon a den of characters like you all has definitely made my day more interesting."

With a playful wink, Kenia extended her hand to Zion. "Thank you again for your help, Zion. I'm Kenia, and it's a pleasure to meet you properly. Let's see what other surprises this day has in store for us, shall we?"

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions: Arlen @SilverPaw
Mentions: Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Captain Drosis @Blizz
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The fact that Arlen was willing to be playful with Amisra and make her laugh was one of her favorite things about him. That and the fact that he was always up for teasing Tanithil with her, something she highly enjoyed doing. Why did she enjoy teasing her best friend so? She really wasn’t sure, perhaps it was to mask her guilt for stealing his life and making him run with her. She’d never forgive herself for that, but she tried to keep that guilt to herself anymore.

She’d laughed with Arlen before nodding in agreement with his request. ”Of course, always happy to help.” She said with a grin before getting to work. She’d always considered herself to be one of the more trustworthy ones of the crew, never even considering stealing any of their spoils. While most of their goods were stolen, one didn’t steal again from their crewmates. They were your family and everyone pulled their own weight in acquiring their treasure.

It didn’t take them too long to finish up and soon they were ready to drop off what they needed before heading to the tavern for whatever fun the day had in store. She briefly wondered how Tanithil and Ismael were doing and hoped they hadn’t run into any trouble. A small part of her had wanted to go with them, to act as their guard and protect them, but she knew it really wasn’t needed. Tanithil was more than capable, she knew this, she just always had this overwhelming urge to protect him. It was Arlen’s voice that pulled her out of her thoughts.

Amisra looked at Arlen with a raised eyebrow and a coy smile. "Why choose between the two when we could have both?" She purred, stepping closer to him and trailing a finger down his arm. "But you're right, we wouldn't want to leave Tanithil feeling left out. Maybe we can find a way to include him in our... activities." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "After all, the more the merrier, don't you think?" She then giggled, stepping away to give him his space back.

”In all seriousness, though, he’s probably rather distracted with Ismael and may need a drink or two depending on how smoothly the morning has gone. I also apparently have to see the Captain for some orders once we get to the tavern.” She gave a slight shrug, partially wondering what her Captain needed her to do.

TLDR

Amisra helps Arlen finish up with the cargo, ready to drop stuff in town. She briefly worries about Tanithil and Ismael, trying to suppress her overprotective nature of Tani Boy. Flirting with Arlen helps distract her from her worry and she gets a tiny bit saucy.