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Kalliope & King Edin


Time: Morning of Sola 23rd
Location: The Castle
Interactions: King Edin @princess
Mentions: Cassius @PapaOso




As the morning sun cast its gentle glow across the castle corridors, Kalliope navigated her way through the grand halls with purposeful strides. Her mind buzzed with a mixture of anticipation and annoyance, for she was about to face the one person she held in contempt yet served dutifully—the oblivious king himself.

The previous night had been filled with passion and pleasure, as she had indulged in the company of Cassius. Their connection was purely physical, and Kalliope made sure to communicate her intentions clearly. Though she enjoyed his company and valued their budding friendship, she had no desire to let their encounter evolve into something more. Especially after he called out a different name last night. With a quick note left behind, assuring Cassius that she would return promptly, she had slipped out of her room, her thoughts already shifting to the upcoming meeting with the king.

Her attire reflected her casual yet alluring disposition, a simple shirt and form-fitting pants that accentuated her curves. It was not meant to impress but rather to exude confidence and a touch of defiance. Kalliope took pride in her appearance, for she knew the power it held, even in the presence of the oblivious king.

Passing by tapestries and ornate decorations, Kalliope's footsteps echoed through the corridors. Her interactions with the king were always laced with a hint of subtle disdain, her sharp wit serving as a shield against his incompetence. She relished in the satisfaction of making passive-aggressive jabs at him, savoring the moments when he failed to grasp the depth of her words. It was a twisted dance, one in which she maintained a fragile balance between loyalty and contempt.

As she approached the grand doors leading to the king's chamber, a mixture of irritation and amusement danced in her eyes. She took a moment to compose herself, adjusting her posture and brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. With a deep breath, she pushed open the doors and stepped into the king's realm, ready to face the day's challenges and maintain her delicate game of wit and subtlety.

The door opened ajar slightly, an eye looking straight into Kalliope’s. The sound of giggling women from within was dimly audible for just a moment before the door slammed shut again. There were some footsteps then hushed murmuring, King Edin’s voice audible amongst the crowd.
The tail end of the conversation could be heard by Kalliope as King Edin said, “...Let her in when I tell you.”

A few minutes passed, and the grand double doors swung open with a flourish, revealing the the sight of King Edin. Two women flanking him draped a cape around his back. He was dressed lavishly today and had a sparkling jewel crown adorning his head.

The opulent bedroom was adorned with a multitude of beautiful women positioned throughout, their eyes fixated on the captivating redhead, their gazes tinged with a mixture of admiration and envy. Hushed whispers reverberated throughout the chamber as the unexpected presence of a new figure sparked curiosity and intrigue as they wondered if King Edin had called for a new girl.

Breaking the silence, King Edin's voice cut through the air finally. “... Kallista.” he greeted, the clinking of ice cubes resonating in the drink of his hand.

Kalliope's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she observed the eye from the crack in the door. She rolled her eyes as the door slammed shut and she could hear the murmurs along with the King's voice. Of course he was going to make her wait longer.

Finally she was allowed entry and she walked in to see the appearance of Edin, taking him in for a moment before looking at the jealous women. It also surprised her very little that he didn't get her name right, he never did. With a polite smile on her lips, she couldn't resist delivering an insult disguised as a compliment.

"Your Majesty, you truly have a remarkable talent for turning heads and making an entrance," she remarked sweetly, her tone laced with honeyed sarcasm. "That sparkling jewel crown is undoubtedly fit for a king of your stature, and the cape adds a certain... dramatic flair to your presence." The King smiled wide and nodded as she spoke, aware of these truths.

Her words seemed flattering on the surface, but there was an underlying hint of mockery that only the keenest ears could detect. As she curtsied gracefully before him, her eyes betrayed a subtle amusement, knowing that the king wouldn't catch on to her true meaning.

"I merely wished to give you my report now that I'm back." She began, but didn't go further as she wished to give him the opportunity to decide if he should clear the room or not.

“I see… Well, welcome back, Kallista… We’ll be keeping you busy and there’s surely alot to care you up on as well, dear. “ He eyed her up and down for a moment for no particular reason, then paused to raise his hands above his heads and clap them, “Alright! Ladies! Out!’The girls swiftly responded to his command, lining up by the door. The servants courteously held the door open as the room gradually emptied.

Once only Kallista and Edin remained, he raised an expectant eyebrow.

Kalliope maintained her composed demeanor, hiding her annoyance at the King's inability to remember her name correctly. She smiled politely and inclined her head in acknowledgment of his command, watching as the women filed out of the room, leaving her alone with the King.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she responded smoothly, her voice holding a touch of coolness. "I am more than willing to serve and provide my expertise as needed after my allotted time off that was negotiated in my initial contract with you."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She was in a prime position she had a feeling many would wish for. How easy it would be to simply imbed a dagger in this man's throat right now. To watch the shock and terror as she listened to the symphony of gurgling sounds she knew he would make. What a beautiful melody that would be indeed. Alas, this was neither the time nor place for such things. Her voice took on a professional tone tinged with pride.

"As for the mission, I am pleased to report that it was a resounding success. The target was eliminated swiftly and discreetly, leaving no trace of our involvement. The guards were expertly handled, ensuring a smooth entry and extraction. The blade used was of the finest craftsmanship, leaving no room for error. To say the Kingdom of Xador owes you for ridding them of their tyrant is putting it lightly."

Kalliope maintained a calm and professional demeanor, focusing on the details of the mission while avoiding any unnecessary information that could raise suspicion. She kept her tone measured and her gaze steady, making it clear that she had successfully executed her assignment.

"I trust this outcome will be satisfactory, Your Majesty. I remain at your service for any further tasks you may require, again, after I take my time for myself."

King Edin was silent as she spoke, his expression unreadable until the very moment she completed her report. Then, his cheeks puffed out as he attempted to restrain his laughter, but then he broke into a fit of it anyway. He hadn’t expected she’d be able to pull it off but she had, and now they had managed to easily rid themselves of that moron. It was hilarious how everything was working out so perfectly for him. “ That’s… That’s…” He lightly hit his chest. He cleared his throat and then said seriously, “Good work, Kallista. You can take some time for yourself today as your reward, but at some point today you will be approached for a briefing of the events. However, as you may know, the Varian and Alidasht kingdoms are currently visiting… Be on your toes.”

At the mention of Alidasht, Kalliope’s blood turned to ice yet she kept her demeanor unreadable. She had heard Alidasht was there, but she didn't want to believe it. Truly she had no issue with most of them, though she worried what they thought of her after everything. How had Hafiz poisoned their minds? Even the thought of Hafiz made her ill. No, she would avoid them as best she could. That didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in and she felt the desperate need for another distraction. Thankfully she had one waiting in her room.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she replied with a graceful nod, her tone carrying a note of subtle condescension. "I appreciate your recognition of my skills and the reward of some time off. I assure you, I will be ready for any briefing that may arise, even with the esteemed guests from Varian and Alidasht present."

With a curtsey befitting her station, she took a step back, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief as she bid her farewell.

"I shall endeavor to remain on my toes, Your Majesty," she said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "After all, one can never be too cautious in the presence of esteemed visitors, particularly those with... intriguing backgrounds."

She held his gaze for a moment longer, her eyes flickering with an unspoken challenge, before turning to leave the room, her steps light and confident.

In her mind, Kalliope relished the satisfaction of slipping in a subtle jab, knowing full well that the oblivious King Edin would likely remain oblivious to her hidden meaning. With that, she headed back to her room and the man she’d left there this morning.
Kalliope & Cassius





Night before Sola 23rd…


Kalliope stood amidst the castle training grounds, her sanctuary under the dusky sky. The evening breeze caressed her auburn red locks, tousling them gently as she focused on honing her skills. The last rays of sunlight cast a warm glow over the open field, painting the world in hues of gold and amber.

She’d spent the day with the dashing captain, Sjan-dehk, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy herself. Perhaps she enjoyed herself too much as her heart ached when they parted ways. This fact alone frightened her to the point she desperately needed a distraction. So here she was, working herself harder than she had in a long time.

Clad in her form fitting dark training attire, she moved with grace and precision, her body flowing effortlessly from one stance to another. Her swords gleamed in the fading light, reflecting her unwavering determination. Each strike, parry, and riposte was executed with calculated finesse, a testament to her years of training and the fire that burned within her.

As she practiced, her vivid green eyes glittered with intensity, scanning the surroundings with sharp focus. The scars etched upon her face, a constant reminder of her past, stood in stark contrast to her delicate features. They told a story of resilience and defiance, marking her as someone who had endured and risen above the trials of life.

The training grounds echoed with the rhythmic clash of steel meeting steel, accompanied by the occasional sharp exhale of effort. Kalliope's movements were fluid yet powerful, showcasing her prowess in combat. The dance of her blades seemed to meld seamlessly with the symphony of the evening, a melody only she could hear.

The dagger danced back and forth between his hands. He gauged the weight of it, and its balance. Not perfect, but seldom was that the case. It would do for the task at hand…and that is all that mattered in the end. He could see nothing. The blindfold made sure of it. Even with the cloth wrapped around his face, he kept his eyes closed. No cheating, because where was the fun in that.

Cassius flipped his grip on the dagger, letting its tip rest between his thumb and index finger. The anticipation in the room was palpable; or so he liked to believe. They were all watching him, waiting for his next move. He was right where he belonged in the center of attention. He lifted his arm into position, and aimed with only his memory and his instincts. With the flick of his wrist the dagger flew from his hand. He heard the thud of its impact. He could tell that it stuck since there was no clanging of steel against the wooden floor.

A gasp erupted from the crowd around him as the dagger hit its mark. There were only a couple dozen people in this tavern, but to him it always felt like hundreds. He removed his blindfold. At first, he was disappointed to find that he hadn’t hit the bullseye, but that disappointment quickly faded as he realized that his dagger was an inch or two closer than his opponents…Winning solved everything. Cassius looked up at the man who had challenged him. The look of furious contempt was clear upon his face. He smiled that patented smile at him.

“Sorry, friend…Tonight just wasn’t your night. A deal is a deal. Pay up.” Cassius’s words only angered his opponent more, but he knew better than to cause a scene. The man disdainfully pulled the coin pouch from his belt and tossed it at Cassius before turning to leave in a huff. He used his winnings to buy another drink, gulped it down, and then he himself stepped out into the evening.

He was buzzing, but the thrill of competition…even small ones such as this, always got his heart pumping. He needed something better than a good drink tonight. So he started the walk to his other favorite locale; the training grounds. For a quarter of an hour he walked and enjoyed the fresh air, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. Eventually, he reached his destination. He expected the place to be empty at this time of evening, but was surprised to hear the sound of steel. In the distance he could see a woman training. He wasn’t close enough to get a good look, but he could see her auburn hair and the way she moved with elegant finesse. As he continued his approach, he watched as her blades moved skillfully and her footwork highlighted a clear competence. This woman was a true warrior. Interesting.

Kalliope immersed herself in the rhythm of her training, the clashing of steel and the swift footwork becoming a symphony of skill and discipline. Lost in her own world, she was oblivious to the approaching figure until she heard the distinct sound of footsteps drawing nearer.

Curiosity piqued, Kalliope slowed her movements and glanced in the direction of the approaching stranger. Her emerald eyes locked onto Cassius, taking in his presence with a mix of intrigue and amusement.

A mischievous smile played at the corners of her lips as Kalliope decided to seize the moment. She adjusted her grip on her blades, their polished surfaces reflecting the setting sun's golden rays, and resumed her training with renewed vigor. Every movement became an embodiment of grace and precision as she showcased her prowess.

Her auburn hair flowed behind her like a fiery halo, framing her focused expression. The fluidity of her footwork accentuated her natural agility, while her blades danced through the air with deadly elegance. Each strike and parry displayed not only her technical mastery but also the sheer power and finesse that defined her as a true warrior. With each passing moment, she pushed herself further, infusing her movements with an aura of undeniable confidence.

Kalliope spun, twirling her blades with calculated grace, the sound of steel singing a mesmerizing melody. The training grounds transformed into a stage, and she relished the role of performer.

Time seemed to slow as Kalliope executed a particularly daring maneuver, abandoning one sword only to swiftly draw one of her throwing daggers. Her eyes never left Cassius, her movements inviting him to step into the dance of blades and embrace the thrill of the moment. In the blink of an eye she released the dagger, purposely missing Cassius by a hair's breadth as the blade embedded itself in a post behind him.

Finally, she came to a poised halt, her gaze steady and unyielding. The echoes of her movements filled the air as a declaration of her skill and determination. She gave almost a mocking bow, smirk still in place before she opened her mouth to speak. "I see that glint of curiosity in your eyes. Instead of standing there like an awestruck spectator, why not join me in a dance?"

It was a pleasure for him to watch her work. Her movements were more like the lively Caesonian Waltz than they were a brutish form of combat. She danced across the arena with technique that was as beautiful as it was deadly. Cassius was impressed. She looked at him, her emerald eyes locking onto his. She was stunning.

He could feel her taking him in with her gaze, and the dangerous grin that formed on her face was one that he could appreciate. Even from where he was standing, Cassius could see the scars adorning the left side of her face. A freckled face that otherwise seemed delicate, was made all the more beautiful by those scars. They told him a story, and were not unlike his own scar that trailed down the right side of his face. The more he took her in, the more magnificent she became to him. All from one glance he found beauty, charm, and more skill than most of the kingdom combined.

Changing her stance, the woman elevated the level of intensity in her maneuvers. This time, however, her emerald eyes were locked upon his. The blue in Cassius' eyes was dark like the sea in a raging storm. Inviting, but never without a hint of danger. Her eyes, however, were as alluring as the very gemstone they the color represented. Each technique the woman demonstrated was more impressive then the last. She was performing for an audience of one, and Cas was more than captivated while having the best seat in the house. His experienced eye allowed him to watch her as though she was moving in slow motion. He was surprised to see her cast her blade aside in favor of a dagger. It took him only a moment to realize what she was planning. As she released the dagger towards him, he did not flinch...for he could tell she was skilled enough to hit her mark, and he was confident that her mark was not actually him. At least not this time. He could feel the air being bent around the dagger as it passed his face.

Almost too close for comfort...just how he liked it.
As the warrior came to a graceful stop, her auburn hair swung and flowed around her with momentum. Finally…she spoke to him with playful intent. How enticing. Her invitation to join the dance was sweeter even than the wine that had been flowing earlier that night. He was impressed by this woman…but she was no Cassius Vael. He stepped forward with his devil may care demeanor on full display.

“I must admit, love. You are impressive. But, if you wish to dance with me here as the sun falls and the moon rises I must offer you that age-old warning… Be careful what you wish for.” His words poured like smooth liquor, and his smile grew to be as mischievous as her own. “But I cannot refuse such an offer, for there is nothing in this world I enjoy more than dancing with a beautiful woman.”

Kalliope's emerald eyes sparkled with anticipation as she took in Cassius' confident demeanor. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of facing off against a skilled opponent. With a playful smirk, she stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between them.

"Well, well, Cassius," she purred, her voice laced with flirtatious confidence. "It seems we're destined to cross swords and test our mettle against each other. I must say, I'm intrigued to see what you're capable of."

Her fingers idly traced the hilt of her blade, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She let her gaze travel up and down his form, openly appreciating the strength and grace that emanated from him.

"But shall we make it even more interesting?" She proposed. "If by some twist of fate you manage to best me, I shall grace you with my name and buy you a drink of your choice. But if, as I suspect, victory falls into my hands, you will have the privilege of taking me to a delightful dinner."

She took a step closer, her presence radiating confidence and allure. Her eyes locked onto his, challenging him to accept her wager.

"Consider it an opportunity, my dear Cassius, to savor the taste of victory or to revel in the pleasure of my company. Are you brave enough to accept this thrilling wager?"

Her voice dripped with tantalizing invitation, her gaze holding an air of playful challenge. Kalliope eagerly awaited his response, eager to embark on this fiery battle and see where the flames of their shared connection would lead them.

"Oh, so you've heard of me." Cassius jested playfully. "It seems my reputation precedes me everywhere I go." With a wink he stepped forward, entering the space of the arena properly. He began to circle her with swagger. He watched her take him in, and he gladly returned the favor. Exploring her with his gaze, he sized her up...appreciating the curves and deadly elegance of her body. Truly, she was stunning.

He listened to her offer with a seductive grin…every word she spoke dripped with honey as though they were made for his ears. She, in both offer and in presence, was dangerously enticing to him. He locked his Aegean blue eyes onto hers as he circled, appreciating the true beauty behind all of her confidence and bravado. His allure and hers were almost one in the same. He had only known her for a brief moment, but he could already tell how much fun the two of them could have together. He let the thought linger a moment before responding to her offer.

“Oh we are destined to dance, aren’t we?” He took a bold step forward as he continued to circle. “Your proposal sounds like a dream come true, love. Win or lose…I win.” He spoke with playful arrogance, and sensual charm danced across his smile. “And I promise…so will you.” He took another bold step forward, closing the gap between them. Cassius stopped his orbit around his beautiful challenger. He motioned to his belt and the axe that hung from it. “I’ve always preferred an axe to a sword. They are virtually superior in every way. Practical, and useful in many…many more scenarios than a long blade.” He looked to her weapons. “But…those blades you wield are almost as beautiful as you are, love. You want to make things interesting, yeah? Then hand me one of your swords and watch as I best you with your own weapon.”

Kalliope's eyes shimmered with delight as Cassius playfully bantered with her. She matched his playful tone, her confidence unshaken by his boldness. As he circled her with a swagger, she held his gaze, appreciating the undeniable allure he exuded.

"Oh, Cassius, your reputation seems to have taken on a life of its own," she replied, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "But I must confess, I haven't had the pleasure of hearing about your exploits until this very moment."

Her tone remained laced with playful charm as she continued, "So, let's put your reputation to the test and see if it lives up to the tales. Show me what makes Cassius Vael a name worthy of remembrance."

It was his suggestion of using her own blade against her that really made her grin. He apparently favored an axe, but he was so confident he'd best her with her own blade that it only served to amuse her more.

"Very well, my confident challenger," she responded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I accept your proposition. But remember, should you falter, it will only serve as a testament to the superiority of my blades."

She reached over to her side, unfastening one of the intricately crafted swords from her hip. With a fluid motion, she tossed it to him. Before he could fully react, Kalliope's fluid movements shifted into high gear. Without warning or hesitation, she lunged forward, her blade soaring towards him with a swift and precise strike.

Cassius loved a challenge. He adored the opportunity to impress, but even more than that...he loved to hear a woman as beautiful as her say his name.

He was glad that she accepted his addendum to the challenge. The thought of using her own weapon against her made the idea of this little exchange all the sweeter. What a way to make an impression.

He watched as she reached for the weapon at her hip. His eyes never left hers. Under different circumstances he could get lost in those emeralds...but he held his focus and tried to will away the effects of the alcohol he had drank earlier. He had done far more serious things under the influence of much more alcohol in the past...but still, he hoped his buzz wouldn't slow him down.

As soon as she tossed the blade to him, she made her move. He was barely able to get his hand wrapped around the grip of the weapon in time to block her attack. Despite his face betraying him by revealing the initial shock of her trick, he quickly recovered his sarcastic grin. She wasn't afraid of playing a little dirty. He liked that...a lot. The sound of steel meeting steel rang out in the training grounds as Cassius just managed to pull off the block. Without hesitation, he spun around her and gave her a little kick to push her a few inches away.

"I like the way you play." He licked his lips in anticipation of her next move. "But you're going to have to do a little better than that."

Kalliope's lips curled into a knowing smile as Cassius blocked her initial strike and managed to create a small distance between them with a well-placed kick. She welcomed his challenge, his tenacity only adding fuel to the fire that burned within her. She was happy to allow him to make distance between them as it would allow her to pull out a few more tricks.

As the intensity of their spar heightened, Cassius and Kalliope found themselves locked in a thrilling display of skill and agility. In a moment that showcased her audacious flair, Kalliope decided to introduce a daring move into their intricate dance.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, Kalliope sprinted toward Cassius, her feet carrying her with a swiftness born of confidence. But just as he might have anticipated her direct approach, Kalliope's movements took an unexpected twist. She dropped to her knees, gracefully sliding beneath a potential parry, her body gliding effortlessly along the training ground floor.

In one fluid motion, Kalliope spun on her knees, her lithe form rotating with remarkable grace. She swiftly kicked out at the back of his knee, hoping to use the surprise to cause him to stumble and lose his footing.

"Watch your step, Cassius," she teased, her voice carrying a mixture of satisfaction and playful taunting. "It seems I have a few surprises up my sleeve." Her confidence radiated through her every word and movement, an undeniable presence that demanded respect.

Cassius was enjoying every second of their back and forth. Each maneuver picked up the intensity between them, but both were up for the challenge and skilled enough to rise to the occasion. It was beautiful to him. It was sensual.

Thus far, the two had been evenly matched. Their song of steel clashing rang out in the evening like a symphony of elegance and prowess. The perfect dance partners performing a masterpiece for an audience of none. The moment belonged only to them.

As his dance partner sprinted his way, Cassius prepared an impressive parry, but at the last second...the beauty turned the tables. She dropped low, sliding across the ground and spinning her body behind him. He felt the kick to the back of his knee and stumbled forward, forced to make a split second tuck and roll in order to avoid falling. He pulled it off with grace despite his buzz. Again...just barely.

As he rolled with his own momentum, he allowed his body to turn back towards her...and Cassius looked up at her with playful excitement. The look in his eyes demonstrated that he was equal parts impressed and aroused by her trick.

"Well, well...by my count, love...that brings us to even." He brushed a bit of dirt from his clothing and then stood slowly. Removing his jacket, he tossed it to the side and stretched his shoulders before returning to an attack position. "But not for long I'm afraid."

Cas charged the emerald eyed warrior, throwing a flurry of complex attacks her way. He was confident that she would block them...in fact, he was depending on it. As the speed of his gale of attacks grew, he waited for the perfect moment to occupy just enough of the woman's mind and reflexes before making his next move. With a sudden, stylish spin...Cassius flung around her and swept her leg, hoping to bring her to the ground.

Kalliope's eyes sparkled with both anticipation and a touch of mischief as Cassius charged at her, his flurry of attacks coming at her in a relentless storm. She gracefully maneuvered, her blades moving with precision to deflect each strike, showcasing her remarkable agility and finesse.

However, her eyes widened slightly in surprise as Cassius executed his leg sweep with unexpected precision, catching her off guard. Despite her formidable skills, she found herself momentarily unbalanced, the ground rushing up to meet her. However, Kalliope's quick thinking and agility saved her from a complete fall.

As she felt herself being swept off her feet, she used the momentum of Cassius' attack to her advantage. With a nimble twist of her body, she managed to hook her leg around his sweeping leg while also grabbing his arm, causing them to both lose their balance. In a synchronized display of skill and instinct, they tumbled to the ground together, their bodies entangled in a whirlwind of motion.

The impact sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through Kalliope's veins, but she maintained her composure, quickly transitioning the fall into a controlled roll. As they landed, she managed to use her lower body strength to shift their positions, turning the tables on Cassius. With a deft maneuver, she found herself on top, pinning him down with an unexpected grace.

A sly smile curled on Kalliope's lips as she looked down at Cassius, a small dagger held to his throat, her emerald eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. "Well, it seems you caught me off guard, Cassius," she admitted, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "But remember, in the art of combat, adaptability is key."

She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear as she spoke. "Besides, I'm quite hungry and refuse to lose the opportunity of a free dinner."

Before he knew it, she was on top of him.

What a wonderful surprise he thought to himself, the astonishment was apparent on his face in the form of his crooked smile. He looked up at her with desire, their labored breathing acting as the decrescendo of the song that their blades had been playing so beautifully.

He felt her dagger at his throat as she spoke to him. Boldly, he pushed against it ever so slightly. She spoke of adaptability; her words laced with the same mischievousness that his usually held. The two were a match made in heaven, or perhaps one made in hell.

She had won…Well, at least in her own mind.

Cassius grinned up at her, savoring the fact that she had no idea of the truth. He would let her assumptions stand for awhile longer. The fun was always in the tease. As she bent down closer to whisper in his ear, Cassius could feel the weight of her body against his. Her words dripped with honey just like before, sending chills of anticipation down his neck. Time for the reveal.

“Oh, love…how I would adore the opportunity to take you out to dinner.” He reached up with a hand and gently turned her gaze to meet his. “But that wasn’t the deal….was it?” His smile widened as he pressed the tip of his own dagger into her side just enough to make her feel it. “Because you didn’t win after all, did you?” With a wink he playfully poked the dagger against her once more. “I’d say this means we’re even.”

Kalliope couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at Cassius' revelation. She prided herself on her ability to read people and her fighting skills, but he had managed to keep his true intentions hidden and match her skills. However, she was not one to dwell on defeat for long. Instead, she'd get revenge.

Her emerald eyes locked onto his gaze, and she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with playful defiance. "Well played, Cassius," she conceded, her tone laced with a hint of admiration. "I must admit, I underestimated your resourcefulness." She could feel the pressure of his dagger against her side, a reminder of his triumphant countermove. A flicker of competitiveness sparked in her eyes, and she shifted her weight, maintaining her composure even in the face of defeat.

With a sly smile playing on her lips, Kalliope had a plan. In one swift, unexpected motion, she pressed her lips against his, catching him off guard. The kiss was fiery and passionate, filled with the electric tension that had been building between them throughout their sparring match. She even nipped at his bottom lip some, savoring his taste as she discarded her dagger. Her hand teasingly trailed down his chest, traveling dangerously low. With a swift movement, she deftly grabbed hold of his wrist, twisting it and trying to force him to release his dagger.

She broke the kiss, smirking down at him. "I don't do well losing," she said in a sultry tone. "But I suppose we can call it a draw. You buy dinner, I'll buy drinks?"

He had certainly been in worse positions than this. A beautiful woman straddling him was a nice touch, even if there was a dagger nipping at his throat. Cassius looked up at this mystery beauty with eyes full of enjoyment and arrogant glee that he had pulled off his little trick. He had not had this much fun in some time, and that's saying a lot because fun was about all Cassius had these nights.

She spoke with a natural disobedience to her that he liked...a lot. He was sure that it pained her to compliment him so. He reveled in it. But just as he began to bask in his own glory, she made a move that he wasn't expecting.

Her kiss tasted like the best nights of his life. He gave himself to it, his passion unleashed with as much spark and electricity as her own. Every drop of tension that had been building between them during their brief but intoxicating time together came to the surface, and the feeling of her hand trailing down his chest and stomach sent chills through his body. A sensual smile curved at his mouth as she nipped his lip. The thought of taking her here and now in the training grounds playing in his mind.

As she made her final move, and twisted his wrist strategically...the dagger flung from his hand and she broke the kiss with a smirk. You beautiful bitch...he thought to himself playfully. He looked up at her once more, admiring her move just as much as he had admired his own. What a woman.

Breathing a little heavily from their match and the surge of passion that had emerged from her kiss, Cassius let out a small laugh and smiled at her. "I can live with a draw, darling. As you said...dinner is on me, drinks are on you. And perhaps afterwards, dessert can be on both of us and our clothes can be on the floor..." He winked, and gave her a promising look of pleasure. "But first...perhaps I've earned your name after all?"

Kalliope leaned back, the satisfaction of her successful maneuver evident in her smug expression. She relished in the sight of Cassius, lying beneath her, a mix of amusement and desire dancing in his eyes. She couldn't deny the allure of his boldness and his skill. It was a rare combination that piqued her interest.

"Well, Cassius, you certainly have a way with words," she remarked, her voice laced with a hint of smugness. "Dinner and drinks it is! As for dessert, better make sure we have some whipped cream and chocolate."

With a deliberate pause, she allowed the tension to build before finally revealing her name, savoring the moment. She leaned in closer, her voice a soft whisper that carried the weight of her presence.

"The name you seek, Cassius, is Kalliope Arden. Remember it well, for it may be the only thing you'll be able to think of when you're lying awake at night."

She withdrew slightly, a mischievous glimmer in her emerald eyes. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves, Cassius. Dinner and drinks will be an opportunity for us to engage in a different kind of sparring. Consider it a chance for you to prove that your charm goes beyond the battlefield." Her lips curled into a suggestive smirk. "And who knows, if you manage to impress me, maybe dessert won't be the only sweet indulgence we share."

Kalliope rose gracefully from her position, extending a hand to help Cassius up. "So, Cassius Vael, the audacious charmer, are you ready to take on the challenge of a night you won't soon forget?"

Cassius amused her, and he could tell that she was into him. Those dangerous emerald eyes held a lot of truths in their gaze. The smugness of her tone danced playfully through her lips as Cassius listened to her declaration. She was every bit as good at playing the game as he was, and he appreciated the fact that she continued to tease with her words and the pauses between them. He even let himself fall for her trick, as the anticipation grew within him as she was about to reveal her name.

He wanted to take a guess first, but knew that nothing he would come up with would be worthy of a warrior such as her. Her name probably held the kind of weight that the gods of old put forth. It would have to be something grandiose enough to capture her beauty, charm, and power all in one. Something as alluring as Cassius Vael.

He was right.

Kalliope Arden...He wondered if she knew how perfect a name it truly was for her. He tried it out on his tongue a few times before responding to Kalliope. He enjoyed the way it felt on his lips, almost as much as he did her kiss. He allowed her to help him up and once he was on his feet he began to brush the dust from his clothing.

"Kalliope Arden. It suits you, but you know that don't you? A dangerous name for a dangerous girl. Flows off the tongue like a smooth drink. I like it." He exclaimed playfully as he retrieved his duster from the ground and readied himself. "Dinner and drinks, whipped cream and chocolate...Cassius and Kalliope. The more I think of this outcome the more I believe that truly we both won, after all." He made his way over to her and put his arm out for her to take it as though he were a true gentleman, which they both knew he was not. "And darling...I am always up for the challenge. So, shall we?"

Kalliope watched Cassius with a mixture of amusement and admiration as he savored the sound of her name, rolling it off his tongue like a cherished melody. His appreciation for its significance didn't go unnoticed, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by his genuine enthusiasm. The sparks of their banter continued to ignite a playful energy between them, one that she found herself eagerly embracing. She tilted her head slightly, letting a hint of playful arrogance color her response.

"Of course," she replied, her voice laced with confidence. "Names have power, don't they? They shape perceptions, ignite imaginations, and conjure images of untamed spirits." She paused for a moment, savoring the weight of her words. "Kalliope Arden... it's a name that commands attention, isn't it? It carries the weight of legends and whispers of forgotten tales."

She let out a mischievous giggle, her demeanor leaving one to wonder if she were actually human or perhaps one of the mysterious fae. "I must agree, however, it seems we've both emerged as victors in this little encounter, and I can't say I'm disappointed."

As they prepared to venture towards their evening of shared delights, Kalliope leaned in closer, her voice a tantalizing whisper. "But remember, the night has only just begun. Expectations have been set high, and I hope you're ready to deliver on the promises of pleasure you've so boldly offered."

She released a light laugh, her emerald eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, Cassius Vael, the audacious charmer, lead the way. Let's see if you can truly match your silver tongue with actions that leave an everlasting impression." With that, she intertwined her arm with his, ready to embark on a night filled with danger, desire, and the irresistible allure of the unknown.

Sjan-dehk & Kalliope


Date: Sola 22nd

Special thanks @Apex Sunburn




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.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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.



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








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.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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.
In Avalia 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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.
Sjan-dehk & Kalliope





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.
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