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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

Sending a Message

Kiseo had just finished serving her mistress’ afternoon meal.

She juggled the tray as she trailed down into the main room. Subtly, she noted the aftermath of lunch hour. Several occupants remained seated and their eyes casually drifted into the feline humanoid’s direction. She quickly noticed then ducked into the kitchens. The hinged door thwomped behind her. It caught Kiseo squarely on the romp causing the mao to grit in silent suffering. She glared briefly at the offending thing as she set it the dishes into the basin with the rest.

A human female turned about. At spotting Kiseo, a grin cracked across her lips. Her hands wiped off the four staining them, flipping the towel across her shoulder. She placed her hands on her hips when she spoke out loud.

“Kiseo, what cha doing ‘ere?” She asked in an accent stemming from the slums.

She paused long enough to push her frizzly red hair out of her face, her shape ideal for childbearing and thicker than most. It was obvious she kept from starving by skirting herself on the filthy streets for petty coin. Thankfully, it seems the fates had smiled on her when she landed employment in the Little Reed Inn.

“Cleaning up Híril Elian’s meal dishes,” Kiseo explained.

She then made a swift, customary bow before ducking back out. At her back, the Mao caught the cook scolding her with a loud shout.

“Donnae bow to me, Missy! Tis isn’t the Imperium!”

Still smiling, Kiseo quickly ducked out to head back upstairs. Her eyes widen and her gait grounded to a halt when she spotted someone conversing with the innkeeper.

It hadn’t taken Jain long to located the home of Kiseo’s mistress. Unbeknown to her he had followed her back to the Little Reed Inn the same day he had first met her. He had started talking to the innkeep in the hopes of asking after Dyril, though it seemed unnecessary now, his presences had already been noted.

“Greetings” He said as he turned to face Kiseo, waving the innkeep away as he did “I am guessing you didn’t expect to see me again so soon”

Kiseo’s tail curled about her lower leg, anxiety swept through her figure quickly. She bit her tongue while she sized him up. There was little reason he would be here unless… The thought clicked into place causing her to voice her question.

“What do you want?”

Jain just smiled in response, “I have business with your beloved mistress, be a good kitty and fetch her at once. If she asks tell her it has to do with her goods, and if she hopes to hold on to them she would be wise not to keep me waiting”.

Kiseo’s ears pulled back slightly. Her eyes narrowed while her black lip curled, briefly revealed her right canine before dropping back down. She wasn’t about to increase her mistress’ issues through her actions. With her tail tucked about her leg, the Mao twisted on her foot then began to ascend the stairs to her mistress’ room.

She gently pushed the door open to reveal Dyril sitting on her bed. Her head was bowed down and examined a parchment letter, her hand turned it over to the back. It informed her about the land acquired in Ralda. They had begun to till it, preparing it for the seeds, meaning shortly she would have to leave in order to supervise.

Feeling eyes on her, Dyril turned to her servant with a small smile. Her expression melted into surprise as she placed the letter down into her lap, noticing the irritation in Kiseo.

“Is something wrong, Kiseo?”

Kiseo shrugged off the question with a head shake. She moved deeper into the room as she spoke to Dyril, carefully wording her statement.

“A man has come to address you about your goods.”

Dyril frowned, then rose off the bed. She snatched up a shawl on her way out, carefully leading the way down the stairs and back to the main room. Her almond eyes scanned across the room in search for the man that summoned her.

While he waited for Kiseo to fetch her mistress Jain had pulled up a chair beside one of the tables, gesturing to one of the serving girls to bring him a drink. He waited until a elven woman, who he heavily assumed was Dyril, appeared in the room seemingly looking for him.

“Over here” He yelled trying to draw Dyril’s attention to him.

Upon hearing him, Dyril’s eyes narrowed and she closed the distance. Her figure halting near the table with Kiseo in her wake. She inhaled, then addressed the man ordering a drink.

“Kiseo has been kind enough to inform me that you wanted to see me? I apologize for not knowing your name, but you seem to have known mine,” She admitted, with a slight hint of false regret.

“My name is Jain Surya” Jain said with a smile as Dyril approached the table though his smile disappeared. A strange anger started to swell within him the closer Dyril got to him, an anger he couldn’t explain “I have the unfortunate job of informing you that your goods are being held for payment given they have been kept in the warehouses of William Finn for just over a month now” though he tried to hide his unexplained anger, it was clear in his face and voice.

Dyril was silent for a moment. Her eyes caught the uncalled for wrath within Jain’s face, brief confusion crossed her mind. She shrugged it off as she pushed forward with the conversation. It wasn’t the first time she was hated for reason at all save for her appearance.

“I’m confused. I recall having Kiseo deliver the payment shortly before I withdrew my goods. There was no issue then. What has changed?” Dyril asked, suspecting a trick or ploy to milk more money from her.

“I am afraid not” Jain replied as he reached under his coat a produced a scroll “based off our record, no payment has been received by you or anyone under your employment,” he said as he handed Dyril the scroll, trying his best to contain this growing rage inside himself. Was this Marid’s doing, if so then why?

Dyril and Kiseo, briefly, exchanged looks. For the first time, Kiseo spotted Dyril’s distrust in her ability to perform. The Mao’s heart spiked in her chest and her fingers dug into her fur. Fear seemed to wrap about her whenever she recalled other Mao receiving similar looks before the worst happened. Something warm and wet drew her attention down to her hands. They were clasped together, but she caught her own blood faintly seeped through self-inflicted wounds. Casually she pulled her hands behind her back to hide the evidence.

Noticing the scroll, Dyril cautiously took it from Jain’s outstretched hand. She hadn’t noticed she had briefly made contact with the skin. She quickly unrolled the scroll and scanned the contents. The half-elf finally rolled it back then passed it back over to the man.

“I do not see a total amount due. I assume you have tacked on additional fees that have been building up since then?” Dyril asked calmly.

“Indeed we have, I trust you have enough coin to pay for these fees, otherwise I fear we may have to take your supplies to cover the cost” Jain said flinching slightly as his skin came into contact with hers.

“I can’t tell you until I see the official total. Even if I did, I find it odd you would’ve waited nearly over two months before getting in contact with me over the back payment. I’m surprisingly not difficult to locate as I’ve been here after the incident at the last Inn,” Dyril’s tone took on an unamused tone, keeping it clear of outright accusing the man.

“I assume you have an explanation for this?”

“If you have an issue with how we conduct our business I am afraid you will have to take it up with my superior, William Flin as I myself have only assumed control of his operations here in Nyhem recently. However you may have difficulty doing that, given he left Nyhem shortly after that fancy celebration the emperor hosted”.

“Kiseo, did you receive a note of payment from the individual you delivered the payment to?”

Kiseo jerked into attention then nodded her head, “Yes Mistress. Do you want me to fetch it?”

“Yes and quickly, please.”

Without another word, Kiseo rushed up the stairs and disappeared into their assigned room. When her servant was gone, Dyril turned back to Mr. Surya with an indifferent tone.

“I have to see the complete total or I haven’t any idea what to pay you. On a side note, is there a possibility to work this out into smaller payments over time?”

From under his coat Jain produced another piece of paper, significantly smaller than the last one he had given to her. On it was the total amount due, with Jain’s own interest added onto it. He placed it on the table this time, in an attempt to avoid making contact with Dyril’s skin again.

Dyril picked up the paper just as Kiseo’s figure came bounding down the steps. Her chest inhaled heavily, evidence she had been in a rush to retrieve the item. At Dyril’s head gesture, the Mao stepped forward then casually offered the receipt in her hand to Jain. Her eyes held distaste at his presence though her face and body language showed nothing beyond obedience.

She stepped back when he took it, resuming her place next to Dyril.

“I see” Jain said, his voice revealing no hint of anger or surprise “it is strange to me that I was not informed of your payment by Mr Flin, or that I could find no trace of your receipt our records”. This was of course a lie, though the moment Jain had found proof Dyril’s payments he had used them to feed his fireplace “If you wish I can investigate this matter for you, though I must warn you if nothing shows up the time spent looking into this will continue to increase your interest”.

“My faith in your business practices are a bit rattled from this experience,” Dyril admitted openly.

She turned to him, still holding the parchment in her grip while she continued.

“I feel it might be more suitable to have a third party to investigate it. Someone that lacks connection to your company or myself, ensuring pure neutrality in the matter,”

There was a pause before she then said her thoughts out loud.

“Perhaps the Emperor might have a suggestion since part of his purchase is in the wares you’re withholding from me.”

Jain seemed unfazed by this threat as he stood up from the table, “I am sorry to hear that your faith in me is shaken, though I understand. Rest assured I will get to the bottom of this. I thank you for your time”. Before Jain left he gave Kiseo a smirk, he had already accomplished what he had come here for, continuing to smile even after he left the room.

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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

A Son Returns

Lycaon, surrounded by his knights on one side and by Rendon’s knights on the other, rode alongside Ser Rendon. At long last Lycaon had returned home, and the circumstances that had brought him back home could not have been worse. Once he had left here with Felise at his side, and now he came home to bury her. She had given him so much, and he could offer so little to her in return. Things were made worse by the fact that Alasdair had seen it fit to send Rendon du Paraquette as a “viceroy.” Lycaon knew he could not trust Rendon or his Knights of Nidanke. As they rode up the peasants that saw them gawked at them, and soon they all bowed before him. They saw men in knightly armor with red shirts that bore the white dove on them, the symbol of the Holy Order of Saint Elenor, and they knew that Lycaon, their favorite son, had returned.

Issarot was not an overly-impressive town. As far as the eye could see there were peasant farms made up of wood, straw, and mud, and peasants tilling their fields of vegetables. Up ahead was Issarot Keep, a compact yet sturdy keep made of strong gray stone. When it was fully manned its sentries could withstand an assault from a force three times their number, but today it had only a skeleton force guarding it, the rest all having joined up with the rest of the army of the du Paraquettes when the civil war had begun. The gates were open up for them. As they entered the courtyard there was a troupe of stable boys there, and a number of people there ready to meet them. One of them, dressed in elegant and opulent regal attire, approached Lycaon as he entered the courtyard. Despite his full beard he held a strong resemblance to Lycaon, with his fair skin and long fair blonde hair.
“Lycaon!” he exclaimed. “So you have finally returned to us. I only regret that it is under circumstances such as these that you return. But I see you bring guests with you.”

“You are right. This is Ser Rendon du Paraquette,” Lycaon said. “Ser Rendon, this man is my cousin, Basil Issarot, and was the brother of my wife.”

Bowing, Basil said, “You honor me and all the hall with your royal presence, Ser Rendon. This hall is but a humble one, but we shall give you a welcome worthy of one as esteemed as yourself.”

In response to this Rendon himself gave a overdramatic bow “I thank you for your hospitality, my condolences for the loss of your sister. I swear to you we will bring justice to the heretics that dared to harm her”.

“My lord is gracious,” Basil said. “I thank you for your kind words. Lord Issarot is inside, and he shall give you a welcome worthy of your royal self.”

With a bow Basil turned and the escorts who had come to welcome them opened up the doors into the main hall. Aside from the dignitaries who had to greet them and were entering behind them, there was a host of people inside to meet them. The long table in the hall was filled with food and dishes, and ready for feasting. At the head of the table was an old man with a long beard and a tired look in his light blue eyes, who wore garments more regal than any others at the table, and had the same platinum blond hair as Lycaon, his gray hairs intermixing with the blond. Beside him stood a beautiful woman, slim but buxom, with light skin and the same striking beautiful platinum hair that graced Lycaon, and piercing light blue eyes. She looked at Rendon as he came in, and gazed at him a little too long and with a little too much attention that he couldn’t have failed to notice.

“That man at the head of the table is my lord father, Percival Issarot, Lord of Issaria and head of House Issarot,” Lycaon said, his voice calm yet filled with a coldness that was unusual even for Lycaon. “And beside him is my sister, Irene Issarot.”

“My lord,” Basil said. “We have arranged a welcome worthy of your royal self. Enjoy yourself to your heart’s content, my lord. We have food and drink aplenty, and many other pleasures that you are free to indulge yourself with. We have many here who shall be eager and willing to make a strong acquaintance with you, if you gather my meaning.”

Rendon once again gave another one of his overdramatic bows “I am honoured to make your acquaintance my lord” he said as he straightened himself meeting Irene’s gaze as he did “I am Ser Rendon Du Paraquette, a pleasure to make your acquaintance” Almost immediately Rendon had tried to take center stage of the situation, determined to make himself seem like the most important man in the room.

“The honor is mine, your grace,” Irene said.

“Thank you, your grace,” Lord Percival Issarot said. “Please, join us at the table. We have plenty of food and drink.”

Without hesitation Rendon walked over and took a seat. He sat close to Percival but left a chair between him and his host. While this would be interpreted as a sign of politeness, secretly he hoped that Irene would take the seat next to him.

Irene understood the signal that Rendon was sending. She gracefully took the seat next to Rendon. Lycaon took a seat at the opposing side, as did Basil. One of Lycaon’s knights whispered to him, and Lycaon whispered something back to him. Then the knight quietly left the hall through the back door.

“We have heard terrible news from Nyhem, your grace,” Irene said. “You must have been through quite a lot, your grace, ever since the riot.”

Rendon signalled to one of the servant to fill his glass as he spoke “It was a nasty ordeal, but tragically inevitable, those in charge did little to stop this heretical movement when it first started and it came back to haunt them. At least we were able to remove such heretics from our emperor’s city, though sadly it seems too little too late. Now it is up to the inquisition to counter the threat”.

A servant quickly went and immaculately filled his glass with a red wine.

“I heard that many of these heretics went south,” Irene said, looking Rendon with intense interest. “I hope they are taken care of soon.”

“We must hope our southern brethren see reason, though if they are foolish enough to take these heretic then they shall surely suffer the consequences. Though fear not” Rendon said as he made eye contact with Irene “For I am sure her lady will be safe under the inquisition’s protection”.

“For that I must thank you, your grace,” Irene said, continuing to look at Rendon as he drank.

Lycaon had little to say. He exchanged pleasantries with those who spoke to him, but said little else, and little else was needed. When he had departed from his home he was a young, brash aristocrat, but the boy that he had once been had died long ago. His aged father looked at him with a sad expression, but Lycaon had nothing to give him. His face remained immaculately unreadable as always, but his eyes looked even colder than usual.

“It is good to have you back with us, my son,” Lord Issarot said.

“It is a sacred duty for my wife to be buried in honor among her ancestors,” Lycaon said. “I am thankful for Issarot’s hospitality and their aid in seeing this sacred duty rightfully filled, father.”

There was no coldness in his voice, but there was no especial warmth in it. Lycaon spoke just about the same as whenever he spoke about anything.

“Shall you be staying long?” Lord Issarot said.

“The Church’s needs are urgent, and my presence is needed elsewhere,” Lycaon said. “My dear wife Felise shall be given a funeral befitting one as noble as herself, and then I shall depart. The treasury of Issarot shall not be disturbed. The Church shall cover all expenses.”

“Nonsense,” Lord Issarot said. “You are my son. You needn’t worry. Issarot shall have no trouble, to provide the arrangements for the funeral.”

“The arrangements have already been made, and the Church shall be happy to cover them,” Lycaon said. “There is another matter of importance that must be told. I plan to renounce my claim to Issaria. Irene and whoever she chooses to marry will inherit Issaria instead of me.”

“You would abandon your birthright?” Lord Issarot was shocked.
“The Church has need of me,” Lycaon said. “I bore no children, nor shall I again take another wife. I leave it to my sister and her future husband to deal with these responsibilities.”

There was a collection of whispers among those congregated there in hushed voices, and surprise in the faces of many there. Lycaon looked as calm as always.

Rendon himself was shocked for a moment, before his expression changed to a smile “It would seems you are a man who takes his vows to the gods seriously, to give so much for the church I must applaud you. It would seem the inquisition is in good hands”. Though he spoke cordially, he said it with a cold twisted smile, the smile of a man who saw an opportunity and was willing to seize it for his own ambitions.

“I thank you, your grace,” Lycaon said. “To serve the Church is my goal. All else must come second.”

Lycaon took a sip from his wineglass. He said no more on the topic.

“This puts a new burden on my shoulder, though I am not ungrateful that my brother would see me worthy of such a responsibility. Now I need only find a man proper to share this responsibility,” Irene said, half joking. “I suppose it would be best if I found my future husband soon.”

“I am sure a beautiful woman such as yourself will have no problem finding a man worthy of yourself” Rendon said with a smile as he took a large gulp from his goblet.

“Oh, you do honor me, Rendon,” Irene said.

Lycaon felt disgusted to see Irene and Rendon carrying on this sort of banter, but he had no choice but to allow it to take its natural course. He took another sip of his winecup and said nothing.

***

The dinner had gone on far longer than Rendon had originally expected as he somewhat drunkenly stumbled down the hallway of Issarot Keep. While Lord Issarot had offered him a servant to guide him to his room, he had declined his offer and claimed he would be able to find his own way through the keep. This was of course a ruse, for it was simply a excuse for him to find his way to Irene’s room. She had left the meal earlier than Rendon had, but before she had left she had not so subtly told him where it was her room was located before giving him a slightly more subtle wink. Rendon approached a thick wooden door that he assumed was lady Issarot’s bedchamber, though even if it wasn’t he could simply use the excuse that he had gotten lost while trying to find his own room. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.

Irene was there, and opened the door for Rendon, smiling at him with a coquettish shyness. She was already wearing her nightgown, which was more revealing than the gown she had worn to dinner had been.

“You finally came, Ser Rendon,” Irene said. “Please, come in.”

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When Rendon awoke he was still in Irene’s room, lying in her bed. Irene, herself, however, was gone from the room. Instead, Rendon had Lycaon watching over him, seated on a chair looking over him.

“Did you sleep well, your grace?” Lycaon said. “We seem to have run into a problem. It appears you have lain with my own sister, and shamed us all. Myself, my father, my sister, and yourself shall not escape from this matter unscathed. There is only one way in which the situation can be rectified. Marry my sister Irene.”

Rendon slowly stirred from his bed as he casually stretched, seemingly unconcerned with the man sitting across from him, as if the situation was a normal one.
“Where is Irene” he asked as he reached for a goblet of water by the side of the bed, hoping it would help his mild hangover.

“She is with our father,,” Lycaon said. Rendon was being nonchalant, and it was enough to enrage Lycaon. Nonetheless, he would stay calm. “Is the in wine still in you, your grace? Do you not understand the situation you are in? While you may have as many drunken trysts as you wish with village girls and tavern wenches, Irene is neither. You shamed her in her own bed, under her own father’s roof. My father’s roof. You cannot escape from it.”

Rendon took a gulp of water remaining as calm as he had been when he woke up. He left out a purposely loud sigh of relief as he finished drinking “You seem to be confused, I did not force myself on her, she invited me into her chamber and into her bed” he said with a smirk “if marriage is what is required to save her honour then a marriage shall take place. Irene is a fine woman, and shall make a fine bride, surely you agree”? He continued as he stood up from the bed “and I can assure you the Issarot’s lands will be in good hands” he finished with a twisted smile.

“So we are agreed then,” Lycaon said. “The marriage should occur as soon as possible. It would be disastrous should she happen to be heavy with your child and still be unmarried. This shall make us family.”

Lycaon had not been happy about it, but this was what had to be done.

“Very well then, I suppose I will soon be calling you brother” He continued with a laugh, it was clear he was devoid of any sort of remorse or guilt over what he had done. “Now if you don’t mind my Lord, I would like to prepare myself for the rest of the day and I would find it most awkward if you were to stay there staring at me”.

“Of course, your grace,” Lycaon said. “I will take my leave of you. I think we shall have an eventful day.”

Then Lycaon left Irene’s room, and left Rendon with whatever business that he had to deal with. Rendon had slept with his sister, and now would have to marry Irene to cover the shame. Not that he realized the gravity of the situation. Now, with Lycaon having renounced his claim on Issaria and Rendon effectively becoming the co-heir with Irene, some would have thought that Rendon had outwitted him. In fact things had gone just as he had hoped. He had sacrificed Issaria, but it was no longer much use to him, and now he had blood ties with the du Paraquettes, and counted the man that Alasdair had sent to watch him as a brother. Lycaon had no illusions. The situation was still very volatile, but Lycaon would consider this a victory.

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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

A New De Reimer

“Pregnant, Already”! Alasdair exclaimed as he listened to his sister’s announcement. His sister had requested for his presence in her room, though she hadn’t told him why. As such this revelation had shocked him greatly. Though his shock soon turned to happiness “it seemed you wasted no time” he said with a laugh “but still, it is so soon, you have only been with him for just over a month”?

“I may have visited his room a few times before the marriage” She said with a smile “To help cement his loyalty to our family, and just for a bit of fun-” she continued with a mischievous smile.

“Yes, fine I understand” Alasdair quickly interrupted, not wishing to hear about his sister’s sexual exploits. “Who else knows”? he said trying to change the subject. Isabel laughed at her brother’s squeamishness before replying.

“Well Goodwin of course knows. I have also sent a message to Patrick and our cousins down in Cawanor, letting them know that there will soon be a new De Reimer in the family” she said as she affectionally stroked her midriff. “One who will not have to endure the same lost that we did” though she was still smiling there was a certain degree of sadness in her voice “Do you think mother and father would have been proud, of all we have achieved for our family”.

“There is no doubt in my mind they would be” Alasdair replied, “and I am sure they would have been overwhelmed with joy to learn that their daughter would be giving them their first grandchild”. Alasdair was glad to see that his words had successfully comforted his sister. Though she had never said so, it was clear that she had been the most badly affected by their parent’s loss. While he and Patrick had channelled their grief and sorrow into their anger against house Hieze and their determination to overthrow them, Isabel was still only a child of ten and couldn’t fully understand or come to terms with what had happened. He suspected that Isabel’s severe trust issues with anyone outside of the family stemmed from the early lost she experienced, not that he dared to ask her.

“Thank you, brother that’s kind of you to say”.
“It is the truth. I don’t suppose you have thought of a name yet”?

“Not yet, but when I do, you’ll be the first to know” Isabel replied.

“When you decide? Doesn’t Goodwin have a say in the child’s name”? Alasdair said with a raised eyebrow.

“He can try, but if he dares suggests some stupid Wulfrick name he’ll regret it” She replied half joking half serious “How about yourself brother, any news from you”.

“Other than the heretical movement up north, nothing of interest. Although Lady Dionisa has been missing for a while now. It’s not as if she hasn’t disappeared before, but this is strangely familiar to what happened to Aurelia, I can’t help but worry that I may soon need to get another magisterial advisor”. Isabel seemed unconcerned by the news.

“So, what does it matter if she’s gone, just replace her with Alice, she’s served house De Reimer for years” Isabel said nonchalantly. To which Alasdair let out a bemused laugh.

“Alice would be a poor replacement for Lanaya, while she is a very knowledgeable woman, her connections and diplomatic manner both leave much to be desired. Most importantly I don’t trust her, particularly after what Rosita has been reporting to us”.

“And you trust Lanaya” Isabel replied raising both her eyebrows as she did.

“I don’t trust her, but I trust her self-interest; serving the concord helps her and her mage collective. Although in her absence it seems Alice has now taken the collective into her hands to serve her own purposes. All the same, we need to search for Lanaya, she’s too valuable an asset to lose”.

“If you wish I could have her seneschal sent to the keep, see if he knows anything on the matter” Isabel replied, “often people’s accounts prove to be far more illuminating on matters then most people would think, at least for those who know where to look”.

“If you could that would be most useful, though try your best to be civil with the man if you would”.

“Of course, brother, you needn’t worry”.

Being Civil

“I command you to give me a full update of Lady Dionisa’s recent accounts and anything you know that may explain her current disappearance and be quick about it. I can assure you I have far more important matters to attend to”. Isabel exclaimed to a very nervous Victor Elan, seneschal to Lanaya. He had been part escorted part dragged from the Dionisa residence to Isabel’s room by Ulf and had been wondering why he had been brought before the emperor’s sister like this. Now that he had learnt it was only regarding Lanaya’s disappearance he felt somewhat relieved, though between the glaring eyes of Isabel sitting in front of him and the humongous shadow of Ulf looming over him from behind, it was hard for him to still feel anything other than anxiety.

“Your grace I am sworn to secrecy on such matters I cannot divulge information relating to my employer-” he stammered out but the ever-growing hateful stare from Isabel quickly changed his mind “But-but for someone of your importance I am sure Lady Lanaya will understand” in response Isabel gave him a sly smile.

“Good, now tell me everything of relevance pertaining to Lanaya’s finances over the past couple of months”. For the next hour or so Victor rambled on about the income and expenditures of house Dionisa. While Isabel had only asked him to inform her about matters of importance Victor, not wanting to risk angering Isabel by missing anything, went into meticulous detail. Any normal person would be bored out of their minds listening to such trivial information, with Ulf becoming visibly more irritated as his boredom grew. Isabel however listened intensely; numbers, logistics, statistics, to her they were a language that many knew but few understood, and of the chosen few she was the master. As the seneschal gave his report nothing out of the ordinary stood out, not until it came to the funding of the victory celebration.

“Hold there” Isabel said with an outstretched hand “Based on what you have told me of house Dionisa’s income it doesn’t seem to make sense that Lady Dionisa would have the coin to front as much food and drink as she did for the celebration. Where did she get the sudden influx of funds”?

“After the tragic presumed death of lord Thanatos Thale, Lady Dionisa was entitled to the inheritance that the late Lord Dominus Thale left his son. She used that inheritance to fund the expenditure for the emperors party”.

“Presumed death”? Isabel questioned, trying to hide a smile; it humoured her to know that Lanaya had to go as far as using someone else’s inheritance to cover the cost of the party.

“Lord Thanatos went missing during the riot and was presumed killed. However, no body was found so-” Victor trailed off, this was the part that his Lady probably didn’t want to be said.

“In such matters is it not customary to confirm the death of the prior inheritor”? Before Victor could answer Isabel continued “If no body was found then it is highly likely that he is still alive. If we were able to account for all the lowly peasants Lycaon slaughter that day, then I doubt the body of someone as important as Thanatos Thale would go un-noticed. If Lanaya took his inheritance away from him while he was still alive, then I doubt he would take the matter lightly”. At this Isabel looked to Ulf “inform my brother we may have a potential lead and take this spineless cur with you” she said as she looked at Victor “he may know something more of use”.

Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

The Alchemist's Spectacle

“So sister, how does it feel to be a married woman”? Alasdair said as he lifted a goblet. He was currently seated in his sisters chambers; a small room but filled with many riches. Alasdair was seated across from his sister, a short wooden table lay between them. It had been two days since Isabel had been married to Goodwin and this had been the first time Alasdair had had a chance to talk to her since the event. While Alasdair had attended the marriage, the couple had left to be with each other for the night before he had an opportunity to talk to either of them. Isabel indicated to the servant who had been standing in the corner to fill her goblet with wine before giving a second indication to leave the room. As the servant left Alasdair noticed that he had not seen her work in the castle before. Was she new? A private servant of Isabel’s perhaps? Alasdair quickly put the question out of his mind, it was irrelevant after all. Once the servant left Isabel responded

“It feels like my bed has suddenly gotten a lot more crowded” She said as she slowly sipped from her goblet.

“So what do you think of your new husband” Alasdair said with a small smile

“I believe he will prove to be very useful to furthering the De Reimer’s goals” Isabel replied bluntly

“Yes but I mean, how do you feel about him? Are you...happy with your new husband”? Alasdair said hesitantly, he doubted his sister would ever truly be happy with her spouse, regardless of who it was. Isabel paused for a moment as she thought carefully. Finally she answered

“So long as if he remains loyal to our name, which is now also his name, I shall be...satisfied with this partnership. You needn’t worry about me brother, worry about him and what I will do to him should he ever betray me”. Alasdair let out a quiet sigh, he supposed that was the best his sister would ever be with such a arrangement. “Besides” Isabel continued “you should be more concerned with Patricks wedding. Soon we will all have to travel to Alenius and from what I gather the Blackwell’s will not be very welcoming to us”. Alasdair nodded in agreement as he reflected on his own brief encounter with Eli and how unpleasant he had found it. Worst of all, this time the meeting would take place in Alenius, the Blackwell’s home, somewhere that the De Reimer’s would be at a disadvantage.

“It has been a pleasure as always dear sister, but I am afraid I must be elsewhere” Alasdair said as he stood up from his chair

“O? Pray tell” Isabel said with a smirk.

“Either I am about to witness a weapon that could secure the empires victory. Or I am about to watch a madman waste my time and gold”

***

The smell of animals and manure filled Alasdair’s nose as he left his carriage instantly causing him to cover his nose and mouth with the perfumed handkerchief he held in his hand. Though he despised the smell and filth of Nyhem’s field district there had been a reason he had asked Ignocious to conduct his experiment here. For a start he had no idea how destructive the gunpowder was going to be and he would prefer the keep didn’t get damaged in its demonstration. Secondly, after finding the threatening note on his desk and the escape of Pearl Mazeltof, Alasdair could no longer rely on the keep for security. While the spy likely left the keep after they rescued pearl Alasdair couldn’t know for sure. He didn’t wish any of his enemies to learn of this weapon. The field was small, surrounded by trees and hedges, preventing anyone from outside seeing what what going on. Ignocious had already set up his demonstration and three dummies in dented plate armour stood at the far end of the field along with a hand-sized, tower shaped object located in the middle of the field with Ignocious making some final adjustments completely ignoring the arrival of his emperor. As such it was Lynus who greeted Alasdair instead

“My emperor” He said with a low bow “I am glad you have arrived. I beg for your forgiveness but it would seem we may have to wait a few minutes longer. Ignocious quickly wanted to make a final check over his experiments before demonstrating”.

“I suppose if my livelihood held in the balance I too would want to make sure there were no complications” Alasdair said with a cold smile, reminding Lynus that he could destroy Ignocious’s reputation in an instant if he wasn’t impressed and that to try his patience wasn’t a good idea. To this Lynus bowed once more before running off to Ignocious to try and hurry him up.

It was at that moment that Arianna arrived, escorted and guided by two members of the Steel Fist. She was dressed in her finest clothes, elegant and exotic fabrics from across Formaroth woven into a deceptively rugged and practical garb. It was finery worthy of an Admiral, as befitting her lineage, with none of the restrictive elements of classic Nyhem high fashion. At her side, a short sword, as much a tool as a weapon, and fairly unnecessary for self defense. High boots ensured the filth of the field district had little chance of ruining her clothing.

She had requested an audience with the new Emperor, on behalf of the Tide Masters and the King of the Summer Isles. She had expected to meet him in his palace, making a meeting in the fields rather a surprise. Yet, from what she could see now, there was going to be some kind of demonstration. She could only assume that the Emperor wanted her to witness it as well.

“Your Majesty.” She said as she approached Alasdair, stopping at respectful distance and bowing low.

“Ah lady Zerrikan” He said as he pulled his handkerchief away from his mouth “I am glad to see you have arrived in time for the demonstration. It would be good to have both an expert on magic and ship combat to judge the effectiveness of Ignocious’s weapon” he gestured to Arianna to stand as the two steel fist mercenaries walked back over to resume their position as Alasdair’s bodyguards. Originally Alenius was supposed to have escorted Arianna here but she had not returned to the keep this morning, leaving Alasdair to the mercy of the two morons Claus had left him. Trying to work with those two conversing outside his door had proven to be most difficult. Never before did he think two individuals could have a three hour conversation about the taste of cheese.

Arianna looked around quickly, slightly confused at the mention of a weapon being demonstrated. She could see several targets, but no sign of any weapon large enough to be relevant in ship to ship engagements.

Turning to the King, she spoke. “I would be happy to observe such a display, but your majesty, respectfully, I see no weapon here large enough to have a meaningful effect on a ship. Has Ignocious devised some new form of magic?”

“Likewise” Alasdair said blunty, even he was starting to doubt whether investing in Ignocious had been a good idea. “Though it looks like he is finally ready for us” Alasdair finished as he saw Ignocious smugly walking up towards them.

“Addressing his majesty and...all the others” Ignocious said while waving his arm in a dismissive way, causing Lynus to cover his face with his hands “What you are about to witness, is history, a weapon that will alter warfare forever” He said waiting for applause, though he received none as everyone simply looked at him with blank faces. Though this seemingly did nothing to hinder Ignocious’s enthusiasm “But for course actions speak louder than words so allow me to demonstrate” He said giving a over exaggerated bow before walking over to the cylinder shaped object in the center of the field. He gestured to the side of him as an assistant handed him a smoldering torch. As he took it he lit what looked like a long piece of string hanging off the tower shaped object causing it immediately to spark. After a few seconds it shot up high into the air causing Alasdair and his entourage jerk their heads quickly towards the sky. There it exploded into a bright red light for around ten seconds before gently burning out.

“As you can see, with this new technology we no longer require mages to send up flares into the sky allowing any ordinary scout to signal the army from miles away.” Ignocious said proudly. Alasdair’s face remained unchanged. While indeed a useful tool, it alone was not worth the amount of money he had spent to fund this research. Ignocious had to impress him in his next demonstration.

Arianna was somewhat surprised when the barrel lurched into the air, but the resultant flash of color was hardly noteworthy in her eyes. She’d seen second year illusion students under Lanaya achieve a similar effect. She glanced over at the Emperor, and though she did not know him, even she could see that he was not impressed.

This time Ignocious seemed a bit disheartened by the lack of interest shown by the emperor, however this had been nothing compared to what he had planned, and he knew his next demonstration would not disappoint “but of course this wasn’t what you were hoping to see this-” Ignocious said as he pointed to two of his assistants who were carrying what looked like a giant ceramic vase filled with a dark sand like substance. From a distance another man with a bow (a sellsword based off his appearance) readied a flaming arrow. “-is what you were hoping to see. This weapons will render castle walls useless, make plate armour trivial and counter even the finest of battle mages. Originally based on the weapons used by the Riogail Sovereignty, this will put the empire at an advantage over any enemies it may face. While it may be a bit big now with further funding I will easily be able to reduce it to a carriable size.” Ignocious said with a smile, conveniently forgetting to mention that reducing the size will also greatly reduce the explosives power.

As soon as the assistants placed the vase in front of the plate armored dummies they immediately sprinted away. Once they were out of range Ignocious gave the signal to the Sellsword who after lining up his arrow, fired his bow. The arrow landed squarely in the vase causing a instant explosion of massive proportions. The dummies were engulfed by fire and smoke, the ground around it was flung into the air and the vibration caused Alasdair to shrink back in fear. Lynus himself fell backwards upon it’s detonation. Ignocious by comparison simply stared into the explosion unfazed, simply admiring his work. Once the smoke cleared the dummies were gone and the steel plate lay scattered in hundreds of pieces on the ground amongst the huge crater it had created. After a minute or so of admiring Ignocious turned back around to face his emperor. Alasdair simply responded with a smile, it was clear he had succeeded in pleasing his emperor.

Before the blast, Arianna had braced for something large. Seeing men sprinting away as they did had made her wary, and thanks to that she barely staggered at all. The blast was significant, indeed rivaling the spells of destruction channeling covens or master destructionists, just as Ignocious had promised.

Yet she could already see problems.

Once Alasdair had recovered, she turned to him and calmly began to speak. “Your Majesty. I would caution you not to be overawed by this strange powder.” She turned a little to the side and spoke louder then, to make sure Ignocious could hear. Her tone was a mix of professional excitement and disdain. “How will I get this onboard an enemies ship? And once there how will I light it? A rune bolt, conventional catapult shot or pitch shot all cause consistent, reliable damage to hostile ships. But a multi stage weapon? Impressive only against fields and scarecrows. Furthermore, this man has displayed two seperate devices to accomplish only a fraction of what a single mage can do.”

“My my, only one demonstration and already the circle is getting nervous” Ignocious said with cocky smile, clearly happy with the results of his experiment. “I can assure you that with further funding I will make this weapon far easier to use. I hope to mirror something that the Sovereignty have already developed, a throwable explosive that has proven to be quite effective against the elven mages who, as we know, are far more skilled than anything the circle can offer”

“If you can do what you claim then such a weapon would be a great asset to the empires arsenal and as you have shown today you have already lived up to your word once” Alasdair pondered as he turned to Arianna “Don’t misunderstand me, I understand the usefulness of mages, on the battlefield and elsewhere. However magic is a gift that only a handful of us are able to use”.

Arianna shot a cold glance at Ignocious for his comment, but refused to satisfy him with a direct response. Instead she turned back to Alasdair and spoke again, this time forgetting who she was speaking to. “Do you really want power akin to that wielded by mages in the hands of whoever pays that greedy little man?”

Ignocious through a cold glance back at Arianna “I am not simply a ‘greedy man’, I have no interest in money unless it can be used to further my research. I am a alchemist and the only lust I have is a lust for knowledge”. At this Alasdair raised his hand

“Enough, I have already made my decision” Alasdair said with clear annoyance in his voice, it seemed that both of these individuals had forgotten who that were bickering in front of “I gave you my word that I would continue to fund all your projects if you delivered on your promise, which you have done. Very well Ignocious you are now on the crowns payroll, I hope you continue to be a asset to the empire in these perilous times” To this Ignocious and Lynus gave their emperor a bow before walking off to collect their equipment, before he left however Ignocious gave Arianna a smug smile, just to annoying her one last time.

“Now Lady Zerrikan” Alasdair said as he turned to face Arianna “What was it you wished to discuss with me”

If this had been a tavern on the docks, Arianna might’ve continued the argument with a sharp retort. If she had had a few to drink, she might’ve turned it into a brawl. But this was an open field in front of the Emperor of all Formaroth… It was not the place for pettiness. Instead, she dismissed Ignocious with a haughty flick of her head, ignoring him and focusing on Alasdair.

“Yes your Majesty.” She replied, then waited until Ignocious was thoroughly out of earshot. “I am here in Nyhem at my fathers behest, to represent the King of the Summer Isles, and the Admiralty of the fleet.”

“I see, then it seems we have much to discuss. Walk with me” Alasdair said as he made his way towards the carriage. As he approached one of the steel fist members opened the door for him and he stepped inside. Once seated he turned his head to face Arianna again “So, what is it the ‘king’ of the summer Isles has to say” Alasdair added emphasis when mentioned the king. In truth the man was hardly even a ruler, with next to all of the power in the summer Isles residing in with the circle.

Arianna followed him into the carriage, taking a seat and feeling right at home couped up in a tiny box. She wondered if Alasdair was aware that in the Summer Isles, referring to King’s authority was typically a euphemism for the complicated interlocking power structures that governed the island.

“The King would like to know what his place, and the place of the Isles, will be in the new Empire.”

“I see, well if king Leohart and the circle are worried about losing their power they needn’t so. As long as if Leohart, and in turn the circle, swear the same oaths of loyalty to me when I was king I doubt the Isles will see much change”. This was in fact only partially true, Alasdair did eventually intend to take a more direct control of the circle. However for now it was too risky; if he started to exert more control over the Isles then there was every chance they would defect over to the Blackwells, a possibility Alasdair did not want to entertain. “However it is not the empire the summer Isles should fear, it is their own detachment from the rest of the empire that will be their downfall. Even you cannot deny the circles impartibility when it comes to dealing with matters outside its borders. It is why alchemists like Ignocious and Lanaya’s mage collective are gaining so much influence as of late, and the more important they become the less influential the circle will be”.

“The King is not concerned with Lanaya.” Arianna began. Technically, what she said was true. The King, the nobility, the traders and the admiralty were not worried about Lana. But Arianna had no way of knowing whether the Circle leadership was becoming concerned. She was not privy to that level of knowledge. Not that she would’ve told Alasdair, as she was herself nominally loyal to Lana.

“But he will be pleased to hear that you do not intend to change our arrangement. The Isles are not fond of change. Especially not when the rest of Formaroth is so… unstable.” Arianna realised only after she said this that it could be taken as an insult, but she chose to push on either way. “The King would like to be kept apprised of Imperial efforts to counteract the Johannian Heresy however. This is a matter of great importance to the Isles, and they would prefer to see the Heretics remain disorganized and weak.”

Alasdair raised his eyebrow as Arianna mentioned the chaos that Formaroth was currently in, but decided to ignore it. “If he, and I suppose as an extension the circle, are so concerned with the heretics perhaps they could contribute to heretics downfall. I recently got word that the heretics in Uzgob, under the leadership of a man called Fenick, have seized the castle town of Medea. From there they continue to spread chaos across the already fragile north. My brother has taken an army northwards to put down this rebellion, though it will take him a while to mobilize his forces. Perhaps the summer isles could send a battalion of battle mages to prevent the spread of the heretics until my brother arrives. The closeness of the summer isles combined with the relative small numbers means that the circles mages can arrive in Uzgob long before the Cawanor army can”.

While a battalion of mages would definitely be useful in stopping Fenick and his supporters, this was also a good way of getting closer with the circle. By having them fight a common enemy together, the circles opinion on him would likely improve and give him a foothold with the mages, from which he could start to manipulate the inner workings of the circle so that they favoured the empire.

Arianna thought for a moment. She could only recommend the deployment of battlemages to the Circle, but thanks to her name her recommendations did hold a great deal of weight.

“Yes.” She eventually said, somewhat unsurely, before gaining a little more confidence again. “Yes, that is a good idea. Given the nature of the enemy, I will also recommend they be guarded by several units from the army. Beyond that though, the Zephyr Fleet is uniquely positioned to make the journey around the cape to secure Fort Scarab before it can be taken by Heretics. If you wish your majesty, I could even take my own flotilla there within the next few days.”

Naturally, she was already thinking of this as a way to perhaps make a name for herself and become famous on her own terms.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, however as far as I am aware fort Scarab is already well protected by the Uzgobian army. Your involvement shan't be needed”. Alasdair paused as he considered something “Tell me, you know Lady Dionisa, do you know of her current whereabouts”?

Arianna looked slightly dejected at Alasdair’s rejection of her idea, but quickly moved on. “Does anyone ever?” She jokingly said in response to the question, before realising it was a serious question. “I do not. I was expecting to meet her again after the party, but her seneschal informed me she didn’t return that night. I assumed she had taken to the wing and ventured out of the city for some time away.”

“I see, she was absent from my last council meeting a couple of days ago. I had hoped she would have returned on her own by now but it seems I will have to send someone after her. Though if she isn't at her home I am unsure where to look”. Alasdair pondered for a while, this seemed remarkably similar to what had happened the night Aurelia went missing, would Lanaya too soon turn up dead in a ditch? It seemed Nyhem was becoming increasingly dangerous with the passing of time.

“It is always possible she has decided to take a long break in the wilds nearby, but I find it unlikely she would be so out of touch for so long. I always heard that she despised having to sleep outdoors. I will task my familiar with searching for places accessible only by air.” Arianna was beginning to get concerned, and suddenly found herself wishing she knew more about Lanaya’s private life of late. Knowing as little as she did, she was forced to go on the elder mages reputation from the College instead of providing more useful, accurate information. “As a master illusionist, if she does not want to be found, then we will not find her… But I find it unlikely she would abandon her duties so. More likely something has happened within the city limits. Perhaps she somehow fell victim to the rising anti-mage sentiment?”

It was then that Arianna noticed they were already well and truly back into the city. They would be passing the docks soon, and she glanced out, then back at the Emperor, wondering if he had any more questions for her.

Alasdair paused as he considered what Arianna had said. Given the current heresy situation it would make sense that they would be a likely suspect. However had they caught Lanaya they would likely be making it known to the population of Nyhem rather than keeping it quiet. “I suppose what you say does make sense. It is certainly something to look into, still I do wonder…” Alasdair said as he trailed off into thought.

Arianna respectfully waited for the Emperor to continue his thought. When the moment passed and there was no continuation, she simply said. “Your Majesty?”

Alasdair looked towards Arianna in response “It is nothing. It would seem I will have to send out patrols to look for her, it wouldn’t reflect well on me if both of my magisterial advisors ended up dead under my rule” Alasdair said sullenly.

“I sincerely hope Lanaya is alright.” Arianna replied quickly and genuinely. “I will have my crew aid in the search of the area around the city. I am not the only one who can take to the sky for a better view.”

“Very good” While his tone remained neutral, he greatly appreciated the additional help, the sooner they found Lanaya the better. “It would appear we are passing the docks, if you wish I could command the driver stop the carriage so you may get out?”

“Yes, thank you your majesty.” Arianna waited until the command had been given, and once the carriage pulled to a stop she opened the door and leaped to the ground, not waiting for the driver to lower any steps into position. She was no soft noble, and wanted to get back to her ship - she had work to do.

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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

An unwelcome guest

Lycaon sat upon his horse, surrounded by twenty of his mounted knights, ready to meet the rest of his escort outside of the city. Those outside numbered at a hundred knights and two-hundred footsoldiers. Lycaon departure had already become known, so many of the denizens of Nyhem there to see his farewell. There was cheering at his presence, and even a moans and cries at the fact that he was leaving them. Lycaon waved to them, but did not speak long to them, and walked towards the gate with his escort.

“Ser Lycaon I assume” announced a man from behind. He was riding a regal white horse and wore attire typical of Sypius nobles. He looked around fifty with a wrinkled face, short white hair and a wispy moustache. Though despite this he was surprisingly muscular for his age with dark black eyes that looked like they belonged to a man in his twenties. He rode towards Lycaon followed closely by two Cawanor soldiers and a dozen or so of his own guards.

Lycaon’s knights crowded around their Grandmaster and would not allow anyone to get too close to him. Nonetheless, Lycaon turned around towards the voice, though with a nonchalant look on his face. From the look of him he was a noble, and Lycaon wondered whether or not this man had any doubts as to whether he was actually Lycaon. There was no one else that the people were crying for.

“You speak to Lycaon Issarot, Grandmaster of the Order of Saint Elenor and defender of the Church,” Lycaon said plainly. “What business has brought you here? . The man stopped abruptly, he stopped far enough away so as not to make Lycaon’s knights nervous, but close enough so that he could look down on Lycaon as he spoke.

“I am Ser Rendon Du Paraquette, second son of House Du Paraquette, knight of Nidanke and the newly appointed viceroy to the inquisition” Rendon said with a cold smile “Under orders of the emperor I am to work with you for the next few years, to ensure that the inquisition serves the interests of the empire in removing these heretics from our lands”.

So he was a du Paraquette. More important than that, his words seemed to catch Lycaon off-guard, though he did well not to show it. He did not yet know what purpose Rendon had, or what the Snake was expecting of him. Still, Lycaon had other things on his mind, and he was not thinking too much of Rendon at the moment. He hardly sounded threatening to Lycaon, though he knew that viceroy could be an important role if the Snake had willed it to be so.

“Ser Rendon, it is a pleasure,” Lycaon began. “You, then, are His Imperial Majesty’s delegate? I shall be glad to receive your cooperation. What business has brought you to me, viceroy?”

“Why to travel with you of course. As Viceroy I am to be involved with all decisions that the inquisition might make. I shall serve under you and help you to…ensure you are acting in our emperors favour, after all as Viceroy I am a extension of the Emperor himself and as such my words carry his authority” Rendon replied enunciating himself as he did, smiling to himself in a sense of self worth.

Suddenly Lycaon was highly annoyed by his words, and all that they meant, and it was accentuated by the fact that he was clearly not one of the better du Paraquettes. He still did not know this man’s purpose. Was he a simple spy, or did he mean to order him around? Lycaon would never allow it. He was guardian of the Church, protector of the faith and scourge of heretics, and he would not allow himself to be foiled so easily. For now he would have to bring this Rendon along. It would not be so easy for him to watch the Holy Order of Saint Elenor, even if he watched him. Oswyn was in the west, Sayer was in the east, and Daeleth was out of his reach.

“Come then, Ser Rendon,” Lycaon said. “It would be best if you prepared yourself for departure quickly, as I am on my way out of Nyhem, and I do not know when I shall return. My men are waiting for me outside the gates. We head for Issaria. Perhaps you’ve been there before? Regardless, I’m sure you’ve met my father. He will give you a welcome befitting any true friend of the Issarots.”
Lycaon’s father was Duke Percival II, head of the Issarot dynasty, one of the strongest of the du Paraquettes vassals, who had ruled Issaria from Castle Issarot since the Remonnet conquest. Lycaon remembered that during his childhood there had been a few times when du Paraquettes had visited Castle Issarot itself, though usually when Lycaon and his father saw the du Paraquettes it was when they visited Scassia. Rendon must have met his father many times before.

“O course, who doesn’t know of Percival, one of my own father’s most loyal bannermen, and now bannerman to my nephew” Rendon said with slight annoyance in his voice upon mentioning his nephew “I met him a few times as a young man though since becoming a knight of Nidanke most of my time has been spent here in Nyhem. It shall be good to see him again, my servants have already packed my things for me and my men and I are ready to leave whenever you are”. As he was about to signal his men he stopped before adding “Oh I almost forgot, being the head of the Order, the knights of Nidanke will also be joining the inquisition. For now they shall travel with us, consider it my contribution to the inquisitions forces” Rendon said with a over exaggerated bow.

It seemed that the Snake had sent the most insufferable of the du Paraquettes to him. It seemed to Lycaon that he had just slighted the centuries-long loyalty of the Issorats to the du Paraquettes. Well, it was no matter. Lycaon hoped this viceroy and his knights would not cause any trouble. Rendon would be sorely mistaken if he thought either his birth or position would save him from the Church should he prove to be wayward. Nonetheless, even if he was not fond of him, Lycaon was far from eager to begin a fight with the du Paraquettes, the lords of his ancestors, and Lycaon’s lords as well.

“I am sure they shall serve faithfully,” Lycaon said. “The rest of my knights are waiting outside, and I think it is about time that I joined them.”

As Lycaon rode with his knights past the gates of Nyhem there were fifty mounted knights and a hundred foot soldiers outside waiting for him. There was a large horse-drawn wagon which was carrying Felise of Dagensbourg’s intricate golden coffin, and was guarded by two men on each of its four sides. Lycaon joined in with the rest of his host at the front, and began their ride to Issorat Castle, their castle. He was finally returning home, a place he had hoped he would never see again.

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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

To the Fallen

“Do not make me repeat myself, we will not waste manpower investigating fairy tales”

“But your majesty, you must understand I too would dismiss just a claim under normal circumstances but there have been over a dozen reports all from the same area” Alex replied “I’m not saying that they saw dryads per say, but surely it might be something worth looking into”?

“More likely that after one peasant claimed to see one, all the others started doing the same” Cerlina replied “I agree with our...emperor this is not something we should concern ourselves with” Cerlina stammered a bit when she spoke Alasdair’s new title, it would take a while before she got used to the new title. The meeting had gone on for some time now and for the most part had been very boring. Most of it had been spent discussing the exodus of heretics that had left not only Nyhem but the rest of Sypius as well. There had been much that Alasdair had hoped to discuss with Lanaya though she had not shown up to the council meeting, something that was very unlike her.

“In any case we need to discuss the reinstatement of the royal guard, using the steel fist as the backbone” Alasdair turned to face Claus “I trust you have been putting some thought into this matter”?

-”I have, and i have decided that it sounds like an excellent idea. The royal guard should be none other than the best and the Steel fist is just that...” Claus responded at first not looking at the king, accidentally proving to those who doubted his mental presence was split from his physical.
So far during the meeting he’d been mostly silent and looking around him, avoiding taking a too laid back a seat he’d settled down with his legs crossed on a footstool instead.
-”Just thought of something though, wouldn’t it be imperial guard? Since you lot decided to make this whole affair into an empire… just a thought.”

“I suppose that makes more sense” Alasdair said “However if the Imperial guard is to exceed or even match the Remonnet’s royal guard they will need their own division of mages to back up the infantry. Another thing I had hoped to discuss with Lanaya today” Alasdair said disappointedly “But no matter I am sure we can find a solution even without her. I have ordered Magister Sagard to assist you in assembling a battalion of mages fit for the steel fist”.
At that last proposition Claus leapt into interest.
-”My plans exactly, during the last campaign i was once more reminded of the usefulness of a mage detachment and wanted one for myself. I will be looking forward to my meeting with this Sagard fella.” Having finished there was a slight pause as Alasdair got some papers from a pile and the others mostly agreeing to the logic.
Claus kept going in a inquisitive tone..
-”Where is Lanaya? I was gonna ask her of the mages myself…. And where is that Aurellia lass? Wasn’t she on the council? I sorta expected her to be here.” He figuratively looked around to empower his question, followed by a shrug as he fiddled with his left glove.

Alasdair fell silent at the mention of Aurellia. While he kept it hidden, he felt a long suppressed pain reemerge upon Claus’s mention of her.
“You don’t seem to be very well informed” Isabel, sensing her brothers discomfort, was the first to speak “Lady Vyncetta has…perished at the hands of unknown assailants, near seven months ago. Magister Dionsia has replaced her for quite some time. As for where she is, I could only guess, but as his majesty says we do not need her here” Isabel said with a sly smile before adding “perhaps she is still recovering from the party, after all she did drink far more than a woman of her reputation should”.
With genuine surprise Claus looked up from his fiddling, sat up correctly and looked around.
-”She died? That sucks... ” The bluntness of his words while aggravating to a certain degree captured perfectly what some were feeling about the whole situation.
-”As for being uninformed, i have been off fighting a war on the other side of a massive sea, scratch that, WINNING a massive war on the other side of a sea, so no, i didn’t know.” Claus realized he perhaps said a bit too much to the emperor’s sister resumed his laid back pose and spoke.
-”Anyway, why isn’t the magister here? She didn’t seem to be drinking that much seeing her at the party.”

“Yes winning with my brothers help it seems” Isabel replied bluntly “It’s clear you didn’t see her near the end of the event, something seemed to have put her in a very good mood”.
Claus muttered silently that he could easily have won with the entire Concord army as well, but decided against mentioning it.
-”Speaking of good mood, seeing that the Steel fist is now a rather important part of this whole city, i would require a permanent location to work from. Having a tent camp in the farmers fields isn’t exactly a long term solution. So a barracks of sorts, training yard is a must and not to far from the palace itself.” Claus spoke to Alasdair in a no-nonsense kind of way, while shuffling a set of playing cards.

Alasdair was still upset, not only over the mention of Aurelia but also over how bluntly Claus had shrugged off her death. Though he could hardly blame him, after all he had barely known the woman.

“Finding a vacant building of that size will be difficult. I would normally suggest building it within the Field district but as you pointed out that would be too far from the palace” Alasdair remained silent as he considered his options “From what my sister tells me a merchant by the name of William Flin has started to renovate buildings within the slums. Perhaps we could follow in suite, after all there will be plenty of abandoned manors near the fringe of the slums that could be renovated into a barracks. After all no noble wants to neighbour a slum”.

After a short thought about it Claus considered the problems with the slums, but in the end he decided. He has access to highly trained heavily armed and armoured mercenaries. Slum dregs won’t be too much of a problem and being on the outskirts won’t be that bad anyway.

-”That sounds like a great idea boss… erm, my emperor... Just need a local who knows a good place and of course a fancy paper that say i can nab whatever house i want.” He stopped shuffling the deck and looked at the ceiling momentarily when he realised his severe lack of etiquette but resumed shortly.

Alasdair had become increasingly annoyed by Claus’s antics throughout this meeting. What had his brother seen in this man? He hoped Claus proved to be effective in creating the imperial guard otherwise his future as a council member would be called into question.

“If you are looking for someone who knows the area then you have my permission to borrow Alenius, so long as if you provide two of your own to guard me in the meantime. As for the ‘property right appropriation document’” Alasdair emphasized the name in a effort to correct Claus “Cerlina will be able to procure the document for you”.

-”Excellent, i’ll call in the guys that escorted me here and then talk to Cerlina.” He nodded to Alasdair and made a slight smirk. He then spotted a bottle of brandy, began to pour up two servings of it while listening to the meeting.

“In which case that concludes this meeting” Alasdair announced as he stood up from his seat, not wishing to watch Claus drink two glasses of brandy as he assumed he was about to “Our next meeting will take place a fortnight from now. Dismissed” Alasdair said as he and his council members made for the door.

Claus just finished pouring his glasses as the group began to exit through the door. He stood up, put one of the glasses opposite himself and raised the other for a toast. Ignoring the council and turned towards the empty seat with the drink in front of it.
He spoke calmly and rather solemnly for being him.
-”Too bad i didn’t get to meet you again miss Aurelia, would have loved to hear the full story of the Orog wine...” He paused for a moment and raised his glass.
-”To the fallen!” He drank the serving in a single swipe and exhaled, before putting down the glass and begin to leave the room.

As the other council members filed out the door Alasdair paused for a moment as he watched Claus raise a toast to Aurelia. It was something that Alasdair had not expected from Claus, yet he couldn’t help but be thankful for it. Outside of himself and Lanaya, no one had paid much mind to the death of Aurelia and for many had gone unnoticed until Lanaya replaced her. He was glad that there was someone else who cared about her, if only a little. In reponse Alasdair gave Claus quick nod, a gesture of approval.

Claus noticed the emperors nod and responded.
-”If you wonder what that was about, it’s a tradition within the fist. Final toast to the fallen, a way to remember. One drink is left for the one in question, at times someone close drinks it for them, sometimes it’s taken by someone later who just wants a drink or it’s simply cleaned up next morning… i have a few more drinks to share later with the boys.” He nodded to Alasdair and left the room.
-”I’ll shout the guards over to replace Alenius.” With that he shouted loudly to summon his fellow corps-men, who quickly took their sides at the side of the king, with some sort of good manners.

Alasdair stared at the glass that Claus had placed in front of the chair that once was Aurelia’s, reflecting on what Claus had said. Before the steel fist soldiers entered the room Alasdair grabbed the glass before downing the contents. Despite burning his throat he did his best to stifle a cough, before finally leaving the room with Claus’s men following closely behind.

By @TheDuncanMorgan&@Klomster

Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

A Duel of words

The sun was setting over nyhem and the parties atmosphere was starting to calm; the more rambunctious guests had left (or rather been carried away by their relatives) and most of the entertainers had retired for the evening. Alasdair had already talked to a number of important guests from Ignocious to, rather begrudgingly, Anera Greensworth. However he still had not gotten the opportunity to talk to Eli Blackwell, as far as Alasdair could tell Eli was not present within the larger crowd and had likely gone to a quieter area of the garden. Now that the party had died down and he wasn’t being hounded by the endless hordes of guests, Alasdair had taken the opportunity to escape in a attempt to speak with the self proclaimed king of Alenius.

As Alasdair walked through the gardens he was almost blinded by the sinking sun that was illuminating the already bright orange garden. However his assumption had been right, as he found Eli standing by a row of Red Maple trees looking over a small pond. It appeared he was staring at something though Alasdair couldn’t tell what.

“Lord Blackwell” Alasdair said with a half smile “I looked for you during the celebration, and yet you were not there. It seems strange that you would travel so far only to be absent”

Eli feigned ignorance of the fellow King, continuing to stare into the inky depths. He was perhaps the only one in the world that could get away with ignoring Alasdair now, and he knew it.

A long moment passed, and just as it seemed he might not reply at all, he spoke in a soft, measured tone. “On the contrary.” He said before turning to face his fellow King. “I have seen and heard a great deal of note… Lord De Reimer.”

He intentionally refused to acknowledge any of Alasdair’s greater titles - a calculated insult that matched his opponents refusal to address him with his own proper title.

A slight anger swelled in Alasdair as Eli refused to call him by his true title, though Alasdair could hardly blame him, he had done the exact same thing.

“Truly” Alasdair said with a raised eyebrow hiding his annoyance behind a fake smile “Anything in particular, or do I simply impress easily”

Eli let a slight smirk twist his lips then. “Blackwells are not easily impressed… But I admit that you have succeeded tonight. It is a rare Emperor so eager to celebrate only half of an Empire.”

“Better than I third it would seem” Alasdair replied with a sly smile, he moved on quickly so that Eli didn’t have time to respond “It would seem that house Blackwell’s borders have grown during the war. I imagine it must be difficult for you to manage it all. Afterall Glarmion isn’t exactly welcoming to outsiders”

“And yet they pose no challenge to a true King.” Eli replied. He was enjoying this verbal duel far too much. “So tell me, Alasdair. How does the Empire of Formaroth feel about the Dragonslayers?”

Alasdair paused for a moment as he considered what he was about to say, as he spoke he turned away from Eli and looked over the gardens “I feel that they are a group of extremely talented individuals, who have great potential” Alasdair paused for a moment as he allowed what he had just said to sink in, before adding “who’s lack of shared vision will ultimately be their own undoing. I imagine there's a reason why you are the only Blackwell who attended this gathering” Alasdair bluntly replied, his tone of voice changing drastically as he looked back at Eli. Normally Alasdair would avoid speaking in such a forward manner, but it was just he and Eli, and he imagined the Blackwell would prefer a more direct way of talking “Ever since you declared yourselves an independent nation, I have admittedly been very interested in the Blackwells. From swordmasters to shapeshifters you truly are a force to be reckoned with. However as far as I can tell there is only one of you who actually shows any interest in being a king. And that is you”.

Eli listened impassively, taking in his fellow monarchs analysis of the situation. When Alasdair finished Eli smiled wryly and responded.

“Then you misunderstand everything. My family is united behind me, and my people are not simple followers. I direct my Kingdom, yes, but the spirit of the Dragonslayer is bigger than Kingdoms. You will see that in time.”

Eli turned away then, standing between Alasdair and the ruddy glow of the setting sun on the distant horizon. He spoke loud enough that the other King would hear, despite having his back turned. There was a note of warning in his tone. “You should know, that my Kingdom does not recognise you any more now than when you were merely a High King. I rule my lands, and I answer to no-one. As long as you do not dispute this… We may have peace...”

For a time… Eli added in his mind.

Despite his original eagerness to meet Eli, Alasdair had quickly grown tired of the Blackwell, however he was determined to get the last word and as he turned to leave he added “For your sake let’s hope it remains that way” Alasdair replied with another sly smile, this one even more venomous than the last “I needn’t remind you what happened to the last self proclaimed king who tried to usurp me” Alasdair finished as he walked away from Eli and back to the rest of the party.

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Summary of Eli and Lanaya’s meetings in Nyhem

Eli arrived in the city early, with plenty of days to spare. Lanaya met with him late at night, traveling to him in the form of a songbird and only shape shifting back to her natural form once they were alone together.

During these meetings they initially updated each other on the recent goings on of their respective cities, sharing plans and information. Lana was initially somewhat uncomfortable, and avoided speaking of Drevala entirely, but after a few days she returned to her familiar nature with Eli, and they spent personal time together.

Eli did not notice the presence of the Gem, or anything out of the ordinary regarding it.

Later, during the Party, Lanaya danced with Eli, however throughout the entire event she acted as though he was only an acquaintance. She concealed her feelings well, until the very end, once she was drunk, whens he gave him several long, loving stares. Eli was professional about the entire affair, holding up the charade of formality better than even Lana could.

By @TheDuncanMorgan & @Sundered Echo

Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

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Formaroth Part 2: Throne of Lies

Siblings Reunited

A month had passed since Alasdair had announced the celebration and in that time the Miserth gardens had transformed; the once colourful and vibrant garden was now a orange hue. The trees were just about to shed the lasts of their leaves and the ground was a sea of brown and orange. The garden were filled with servants, musicians and entertainers. Among them was Cinereo Lupus, the famed illusionist, who was currently practising his magic that he would soon perform for the guests. Rows of long tables filled with food and drink were scattered around the garden with half a dozen servants at each, to wait on the numerous nobles too proper or too lazy to pour their own wine or peel their own grape. Alasdair and Isabel had arrived at the garden early to make sure that everything was ready for their guests arrival.

“How many wine casks have been brought up from the cellar, we must ensure we don’t run out before the night is done” Alasdair asked

“Around fifty” Isabel replied, she had taken it upon herself to organise the event and had made sure that every meticulous detail was perfect. Afterall if this party underwhelmed the nobility then it would reflect badly on their house.

“Perhaps we should bring up a couple more, afterall Claus will be here, and from what I gather than man can drain a tarven” Alasdair said dryly

“He’s just one man, how much can he possibly drink?!” Isabel exclaimed

“I assume we’ll find out” Alasdair replied as he looked over the immersive amount of food that had been gathered; stacked so high in some places that he couldn’t even see over it. “Did Lady Dionsia pay for all of this”?

“Indeed. I must confess she surprised me, I was almost certain that we would have to help pay. But she somehow managed to scrape together the funds, making this one of the cheapest events our family has ever had to organise” Isabel said with reluctance, she disliked having to compliment Lanaya even in private. After finishing her sentence came a voice from behind.

“That’s good to hear” Both Alasdair and Isabel turned around to see their brother Patrick walking towards them, a small smile on his face “Our vaults may be vast but their not endless”

“Brother” Alasdair called as he shook his brother’s hand before transitioning into a short semi embrace. Afterwards Patrick turned to Isabel and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek

“We were unsure if you would arrive for the celebration” Isabel said with a smile
“Indeed, the Uzgobian Population turned out to be harder to suppress than we thought, however with lord Azzam’s help we were able to root out the last of the dissidents. With Azzam acting as the warden of Uzgob, we will be able to keep the rest of the Uzgobian citizens palcated” Patrick said. Alasdair raised an eyebrow upon hearing this

“Are you sure brother? Until not long ago Nizaar Azzam was loyal to house Mandarass”

“Furthermore the man is a turncoat, how do you know if we can trust him” Isabel said

“As long as he believes that serving house De Reimer is in Uzgob’s best interest he will remain loyal. Besides he knows what I will do to him and his people should they betray us” Patrick replied, with severity in his voice “Anyway this is not the time to talk about such matters, now is the time for celebration” he continued in a slightly softer tone “we have won the war, this victory is ours. However try not to get too intoxicated, we mustn’t make a fool of ourselves in front of the other houses, particularly house Blackwell”.

“Don’t worry brother, we will control ourselves, afterall Isabel will be meeting her betrothed today, it would reflect poorly if she were in a drunken stupor upon meeting him” Alasdair said with a smug smile, to which both Isabel and threw him a look.

“While we’re on that subject” Patrick said firmly “try your best to be hospitable to him, as hard as it may be for you”.

“I intend to” Isabel said firmly “If this man is to take the De Reimer name then I wish for him to embrace it, not to resent it. Besides he should feel honoured to join the De Reimer bloodline”.

“If he meets you under your usual temperament he might disagree” Patrick said bluntly. Isabel opened her mouth to protest but Alasdair quickly intervened

“Perhaps we should head over to the king’s table, the guests will be arriving shortly” Alasdair said as he started to make his way to the far end of the garden, after a brief hesitation Isabel and Patrick followed in suit.

A party to remember

The Party had been going on for near two hours now and most of the guests had arrived. Nobles were greedly feasting on the food and drink that had been provided for them and the entertainers were performing their acts. For many of them this was the first time performing for royalty, and they were determined to make a good impression. The performer who attracted the most attention however was Cinereo who’s illusions left his audiences awe struck. His talent at illusion magic rivalled even that of Lanaya. Alasdair sat beside his Brother and sister at a table raised by a wooden stage bellow. At the table also were a number of the high council members as well as his niece Urd. Alasdair had been seated at the table since the party had begun, taking note and observing the guests who had arrived. In particular Alasdair was keeping his eyes on Eli Blackwell, he intended to speak to this man at some point today so as to get a better understanding of his rival, and potential future enemy. In front of Alasdair was a golden plated goblet filled with wine, Alasdair however refused to drink from it; lately he had been trying to cut back on his drinking habit as he was now having trouble controlling his drink. When he started he always drank more than he originally intended. As such he decided to remain sober for the event, he could not afford to make a fool of himself today nor risk dulling his wits. Instead he lifted the goblet and stood, it was time to make his announcement.

“My lords and ladies” He announced, he had to wait for a short while as the gathering hushed itself down. Unsurprisingly the last one talking was Jullon Greensworth who was so drunk that he didn’t even realise the king was trying to make an announcement. It wasn’t until he noticed his mother in law’s withering stare that he finally fell silent. “I thank all of you for being here on such a momentous occasion. Through valour and strength of arms we have vanquished the loathsome usurper Andris and his supporters” upon announcing Andris’s name many in the crowd booed “Today is for all of you, through the faithful supporters of the concord and our new founded allies” Alasdair said as he gestured towards the Blackwells “peace and prosperity has returned to Formaroth, and under our rule, it shall remain that way” Upon hearing this the crowd cheered, many of them raised their goblets waiting for Alasdair to call for a toast, however Alasdair wasn’t done “I thought I would take this time to announce something else. If this war has proven anything, it is that Formaroth is at its strongest when united. Together, under the guidance of a strong and stable leadership, we can accomplish much for the good of Formaroth” Alasdair paused for a moment as he waited for the words to sink into the half inebriated crowd “As such I, along with the other great houses of the concord have agreed to turn the Imperial concord, into the first Formarothian Empire, to provide the citizens of Formaroth with the wealth, strength and leadership they deserve” At this the crowd cheered again, though it was quieter than last time; many of them were unsure what this meant and were more interested in returning to their drinks. Though Alasdair had chosen the right time to make such a announcement, between the drink and the party atmosphere the crowd would have cheered near anything “However now is not the time to discuss such things, for now enjoy yourselves, you deserve this” At this Alasdair raised his goblet “A toast to formaroth, the concord and the empire” A finial cheer cried out as everyone drank simultaneously before returning to their focus to the party. Alasdair however set his drink down, and made his way from the table with Alenius following closely behind. It was time he got better acquainted with some of his guests.