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    "You can't yearn for something you believe you've never had," was Rohini's immediate response.
    The guardian had been a silent figure this entire time, for he took his duties to heart, which meant for little to no interruption. He had traveled with the group wearing a minor smile on his lips and keeping his eyes affixed to the figure he is bound to protect. Areille is not a delicate little creature that needs to have her hand held, but she is a woman of wealth and title.
    With that in mind, she had joined him on his turn to keep watch. Knowing that it's only fair to join in on the shifts, Ro was an eager volunteer to get that all out of the way. He was reminded of when he and his merry band of misfits hopped here and there about Valucre, nothing but terrible thoughts on their minds. Not the best creatures to ever bless the world; they had become a collection of dependent individuals. They cared about one another in their little way.
    Oh, those easy days.
    Now he's here, answering weird philosophical questions in the form of a black cat. Shape-shifting is fun, lets you see through a different lens, and slither around slightly unnoticed. A black cat has been his favorite shape to take because people are weird about their feelings towards the superstitious. Some saw black cats as omens of terrible things to come, some saw them as magical creatures lingering on the tip of a witch's broom. It was all the reactions that made him savor the form.
    "I'd rather not think on my losses, makes me a bit sad," he said, returning to his original form. "And no one wants to stay sad forever."
    Knowing that Skacharm is going to notice the lack of Areille, the guard looks down at the man on his left-hand side. "She is finishing the last of my watch. I was properly shooed away, and I'm in too weak of a state to argue with her." That was that! He wasn't going to explain how a blind woman could keep watch, and it involves far too many magical words and a very winded speech. Something about gods, bloodlines, capability, ability, and whatever else royals have at their immediate disposal.
    "Hm, makes you wonder: do we really forget what means the most to us? Or do we finally find peace in the acknowledgment of our pain? Thoughtful, I guess."
    He shrugged his shoulders before turning away from the fire to tend to his and Areille's resting spots.
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    "You can't yearn for something you believe you've never had," was Rohini's immediate response.
    The guardian had been a silent figure this entire time, for he took his duties to heart, which meant for little to no interruption. He had traveled with the group wearing a minor smile on his lips and keeping his eyes affixed to the figure he is bound to protect. Areille is not a delicate little creature that needs to have her hand held, but she is a woman of wealth and title.
    With that in mind, she had joined him on his turn to keep watch. Knowing that it's only fair to join in on the shifts, Ro was an eager volunteer to get that all out of the way. He was reminded of when he and his merry band of misfits hopped here and there about Valucre, nothing but terrible thoughts on their minds. Not the best creatures to ever bless the world; they had become a collection of dependent individuals. They cared about one another in their little way.
    Oh, those easy days.
    Now he's here, answering weird philosophical questions in the form of a black cat. Shape-shifting is fun, lets you see through a different lens, and slither around slightly unnoticed. A black cat has been his favorite shape to take because people are weird about their feelings towards the superstitious. Some saw black cats as omens of terrible things to come, some saw them as magical creatures lingering on the tip of a witch's broom. It was all the reactions that made him savor the form.
    "I'd rather not think on my losses, makes me a bit sad," he said, returning to his original form. "And no one wants to stay sad forever."
    Knowing that Skacharm is going to notice the lack of Areille, the guard looks down at the man on his left-hand side. "She is finishing the last of my watch. I was properly shooed away, and I'm in too weak of a state to argue with her." That was that! He wasn't going to explain how a blind woman could keep watch, and it involves far too many magical words and a very winded speech. Something about gods, bloodlines, capability, ability, and whatever else royals have at their immediate disposal.
    "Hm, makes you wonder: do we really forget what means the most to us? Or do we finally find peace in the acknowledgment of our pain? Thoughtful, I guess."
    He shrugged his shoulders before turning away from the fire to tend to his and Areille's resting spots.
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    Aleksei reacted to ticklefarte in I Have to be Seen to be Believed [Kinumo-Open]   
    Eli revealed a small smile as he sat in front of the fire. Mads saw it and sighed. She knew what was coming. 
    The flames were bright, orange tongues of light that sought to soothe his very soul. He wanted to lose himself within. He wanted to embrace the warmth and become one with it. Instead, Eli spoke. And he spoke loudly. 
    "You're all a quiet bunch," he began, still watching the fire. "So tense and very guarded. Is it the demons? The dragon? My golem?"
    "He's friendly," Mads put in. "Really."
    Eli continued swiftly, finally looking up. He leaned back on his hands and stared at Rysorian as the elf at his meal. "I think a story is in order. If you'd like to rest, go elsewhere. Those who would prefer to listen should come closer. This tale...it begs for companionship. Needs it, really." He turned, catching Skacharm's roaming gaze. "It's a story about a mage. A mage named Jonathan Laff, though he was certainly no laughing matter. No, Master Laff was cunning. He was cruel. He was bloodthirsty. 
    "He amassed, for himself, a fortune with those traits. He lied and tricked and killed to gather riches. He was feared by all and, while he slept up in his dread tower, the peasants below cursed his name. Still, I believe we've all heard tales of mad wizards, so I won't bore you. You see, there's much more to Laff than one might guess. Cruelty usually has a root cause, after all. True evil is a rare discovery, and the mean-spirited are often also hurting from within, if you know how to look. So, what drove Jonathan Laff to be so damn rotten?" Eli paused and looked toward Igni, grinning. "Can you hear me from there? This next part might intrigue you." The wind blew calmly through the campsite, rousing the fire to a higher peak. It crackled loudly before returning to a calm burn, the twisting tongues casting dancing shadows on every face within reach. Eli stared back at the flames once again.
    "Well, where there are looming towers, there are usually dragons. I don't mean to stereotype, but centuries of stories tell us this, and I'm afraid this little story isn't much different. It would be a stormy night when Jonathan Laff was greeted on his balcony by a visitor. There she was, resplendent in silver scales, a graceful swan-like neck, and bright viridian eyes. A dragon. She sought shelter from the fierce winds, and had hoped to rest here. Reasonable, sure, but unfortunately Master Laff wasn't usually reasonable. 
    "He yelled. He swore. He waved his hands and cast his spells, to no avail. This dragon was strong, you see. She resisted his attacks, both verbal and magical, and entered the tower despite his protest. Laff was confused. Someone like him, after so many victories, naturally froze in the face of actual opposition. He and the dragon would remain together for the night, sharing words as the storm raged outside. It's a bit sad, really. Jonathan Laff was so used to terrifying people, he never really got the chance to talk to them. Well deserved, of course, but a bit sad nonetheless. This dragon would be the mage's first companion in quite awhile. And she would ask a question. 
    " 'Why are you so angry, tonight? ' 
    " And Laff would answer: 'Because someone has to be. Because he is lost. Because he is gone. ' The dragon didn't know that Jonathan Laff wasn't just angry tonight. He was always angry. He was always cruel and full of rage. She pushed further. She asked who 'he' was. What had happened?" Eli took a breath turned to face Skarcham once again. "It appears our guess was correct. There is always a cause. Jonathan Laff had had a husband, long gone before the wizard had become infamous. Whether he was kidnapped, dead, or had simply run away, the pain of that loss had driven the wizard to the brink of sanity. That loss rotted, inside. It festered and mutated before manifesting as something dark. Laff was not well. Laff was hurting, and spreading his hurt with glee. The dragon could see this truth, and it pained her. Someone like Jonathan Laff was living in misery, cursed as he was to remember what he'd once had. 
    "So, with whatever magic dragons can access, he was made to forget. A kindness, no doubt. Deserved...or not. The end."
    He fell silent, still watching the elf. "I admire your hope, Skarcham, in Queen Malia's rescue. I intend to see this through, because I don't want to encounter another Jonathan Laff." Eli winced as he slipped, but he moved on. Whether Jonathan Laff was real or fiction wouldn't matter to these people. Whether Eli and Mads had been told to kill the wizard, or a wandering dragon had shown mercy was not for them to know. The message remained. He glanced at Mads, then slowly at each of the listeners. "Keep your faith, Regent. The rest of you should think on your own losses. Jonathan Laff wasn't given a choice, but I'm curious. Would you choose to forget? Why?" Eli would wait, somberly, as they thought. 
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    Aleksei got a reaction from ticklefarte in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN [OOC]   
    I am currently unable to connect to my internet for some unknown reason I’ve not the time to figure out right this second.
    I have a post ready, just can’t post it right this second. If you guys want, Ive no issues with being skipped this round! I can always catch y’all next round ❤️
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    Aleksei reacted to Tyros in Rath Lux - Quests: Principium   
    Short Summary
    Due to uncertain circumstances, the peasantry of Rath Lux rebells against its baron, storming his manor and setting events that are surely beyond their ken into motion. Two main groups form: one consisting of the baron and the witch, who flee the horde, fight off some undead, kill a troll, fall into a romantic relationship fueled equally by caffeine poisoning as it is by sociopathy and make their way into Port Reach, while the other consists of the cat spirit Shal, a myserious teacher named Mozart and the baron's son; Dray, whom traverse the dangerous territories of Rath Lux, talking their way out of combat several times and eventually reach the port just as well.
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    The Baron and The Witch
    Having spent the majority of the past few months perfroming cruel ritualistic sacrifices and horrendous, inhumane experiments, Baron Tyros wakes with a feeling of intense melancholy. Standing in front of a mirror that once belonged to his wife, the man reocunts all the horrors he had commited, likening his once proud manor to a despoiled corpse, still useful to its own ravager.
    Wandering the blackened halls, the baron recounts his warlike past.
    Deciding that his dark goals have been accomplished, he frees the last prisoner he still had within his dungeon, a wolf-woman by the name of Millery, the consequences of which may or may not be felt in the near future.
    At the height of his melancholic episode, the villagers of Heavenshire finally gather up in rebellion, finally rising up in arms against their silent government, seemingly lead by unseen hands.
    The baron regroups with one of his employees, a witch from faraway lands by the name of Myrinda Ravenlash, a sociopathic but otherwise genius woman whose alchemical prowess had aided in much of the baron's work.
    As they fight off the horde of rampaging peasantry, the manor itself comes alive, or unalive, with the souls of all of the barons victims, the monstrous undead assaulting both parties as the entire household is locked down, preventing escape.
    Luckily, a hidden escape tunnel could be found in the manor's library and the duo escaped the burning building after the baron had confirmation of his sons survival.
    They found themselves in a cave near Camp Garnstooth, where they killed a troll, hunted for food, ate and healed their wounds. Though the desperation of the situation did not break either of their minds, it still took a heavy toll on the two antisocial villains, causing them to develop a quickly growing, romantic bond, even if they were little more than curious business partners up to this point.
    They made their way to Port Reach during the cover of night, coming very close to death as soon as they left their cavernous safe heaven as a Red River Priest walked dangerously near the pair. Highly caffeinated and running on fumes, the duo reached the port at the break of morning, relying on the goodwill of a particularily happy tavernkeeper grant them respite.
    Poisoned by Wanderberry Extract due to the barons lack of forethought, the duo slept for two entire days before waking, an embarrassing mishap causing them to gather more attention than either of them wanted.
    Collecting themselves, the baron and the witch walked hand in hand through the town, visiting a bank, then a smithy as Tyros required a new sword, before finally arriving at a restaurant for some lunch, as well as to meet up with the „blackest of roses among a field of gold“.
    Once the preliminary talks were completed and a rudimentary plan set up, the blackest rose left and the two finished their dinner. The Atmosphere quickly headed up and the following night would be one full of, ahem, „violent romping“.
    The Cat, The Mystery and The Artist
    Torches lit up in Heavenshire! Although there was no sign of an attack, the people organized an uprising against Baron Tyros, storming his estate in the middle of the night. Had they discovered the truth about the nightmarish experiments carried out by the ruler of Rath Lux, or perhaps the mysterious Will of the Island, Heartweald, decided that it is time put an end to it? Whatever the reason, a furious crowd broke through the gardens to the interior of the property with a supposedly clear purpose. Kill the baron and destroy everything that is associated with him.
    Dray, the son of the baron and the reason why he committed his crimes, was in a tower away from the main battle. His teacher Mozart, aware of the impending threat, prepared for them both to flee. Meanwhile, Shal the Cat Spirit, watching everything from afar and curious about the results of Tyros's experiments, set off to look for the child of the baron.
    During their escape, Dray and Mozart ran into attackers disconnected from the main group. Thanks to the quick thinking and cleverness of the teacher, they managed to get out of this situation without bloodshed. Shal, having found the son of a baron, and Mozart, led them safely through the property, allowing them to escape into a nearby forest.
    Confronted by the Cat Spirit, Dray and his teacher questioned the motives of the strange creature. However, due to the lack of other options, they decided to trust Shal, who promised them a safe journey to Port Reach, where the Baron's colleague and Shal's friend Frederika lived. The journey through the woods was peaceful until the group encountered bandits who were camping in the area. Once again, thanks only to Mozart's oratory skill, a fight was avoided.
    A further route to Port Reach led through the beach, where Mozart would experience the mischievous nature of Shal. After a few hours of wandering, the group reached the city. The group met with Frederika, who after a short conversation with Shal took two refugees into her home, providing them with a safe heaven.
    Shal, using the opportunity to separate itself from the group, decided to use their connection with nature to find out what fate met Baron Tyros. Having learned that he is alive, the Cat shared this information with Frederika and Mozart.
    Each of the three had their plans to use this information. The cards were dealt and the dice were thrown. The great game is just beginning.
    Opportunities
    1. The peasants of Heavenshire have no idea what happened at the manor since nobody survived, even though the place is not swarming with all manner of undead. Perhaps someone may attempt to exorcise them?
    2. For an unknown reason, the Beaut Posse has intensified their raids on caravans travelling from the capital to Camp Garnstooth. Rid the people of this Troll menace!
    3. The Influx of people from the mainland has brought in a number of shady characters. Some even say that a certain group of roses is increasing recruitment efforts; villains should take note.
    4. A dryad had been slain after an outsider knight sought to meet out his own, vigilante justice, causing the Vitas Cult to rouse the people into violent protests in an effort to further alienate the island. Find and detain these manipulators before the situation blows over!
    5. Having noticed the mass of chaos that has suddenly destabilized the island, pirates from Outsiders Landing are attempting to breach the barrier mound with explosives. Either stop them or join the resulting raid.
    6. Strange new hand granades known as "Flakefrags", induced with highly halluciogenic drugs, are being supplied to the criminal element of the Island. Find the source and make your choice.
    7. With the lack of a rulling body, many of the Wyldmagi are attempting to assert themselves as the rightful rulers of the Island, sending their elemental servants to extort undue taxes for their "new" and "rightful" overlords. Destroy these spirits and return the stolen coin... or don't.
    8. Rumors speak of strange patches of dandelion flowers that can nowadays be found scattered around the Island. The plants are clearly suffering and alien to the land, as much as it seems to be trying to cultivate them. Perhaps a druid might try to help these flowers prosper?
    9. Recent events have caused many of the locals to begin an arming effort, causing the Emberite Foundry to require more of the dangerous ore than it ever has before, to the point of being willing to hire mercenaries to protect their workers as they delve into those bloodsoaked, hemorrhagic depths. Only the bravest or the most insane would take up this cause.
    10. Without a clear reason, there has been a recent resurgence of the Hemocraze disease that plagues the Island, with several caravans and unfortunate travellers being devoured by red-eyed Garn within the confines of Southern Shalewood. Find the den of these monstrous wolves and slay them for the good of all!
     
    @Ataraxy@Aleksei
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Venus Sprite in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN [OOC]   
    My turn! I will have a post up tomorrow night ❤️
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    My turn! I will have a post up tomorrow night ❤️
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    My turn! I will have a post up tomorrow night ❤️
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    Aleksei reacted to Dabi in Wanna join the new Jiyan government?   
    @Aleksei@ReachForStars
    Do you guys wanna throw in an extra post, or should I go ahead and write the summary for canonization?
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in The Council Makes A Decision[Canon][Jiyū]   
    "I've no issue with this proposal."
    Choosing a King is only the beginning, time will tell if they've chosen the correct one. Dauner has shown how dependable he is, along with the rest of the people at the table carrying this discussion to greater depths. With the ever changing world, the whole collection will have to put their best foot forward and prepare for the worst, no matter how often the best shows its face.
    "I'm sure the people will see Dauner as the appropriate choice as well, and if not - there we have an opportunity to prepare."
    That's just how rule often goes. Some people like who is sitting in the throne, other's not so much. The decisions being made today will immediately affect the people of Jiyū, one way or another they will feel the changes and will have to adjust to such. Some minds don't mind the idea of a monarchy, but the possibility of some not liking the idea of one is still there in the air. It could mean some push-back here and there, or it could mean quiet indecision, and often enough it is the quiet who are loudest when they speak.
    Dalia had shrugged her shoulders at the name suggestion, "The name feels appropriate enough." In her mind a name change is an item that could have just been done, instead of minorly discussed among the group. Looking around the table, she supposes it is necessary to discuss every little detail to ensure they all feel included. Plus, a new name is like a new beginning, and they are all assisting building said new beginning. Jiyū is now part of a Kingdom, the Kingdom of Hasturia.
    "The Kingdom of Hasturia now has a King, a name, and a capital, what else does it need?"
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    Aleksei reacted to Phoebe in Scouring the Bay   
    Addison pondered for a moment. The look she she gave Howard would have easily indicated that she wasn't convinced.
    "You're my Admiral, Jack. All it takes is one bullet to kill you. I'm not going to risk that, you're too essential. We should send somebody else."
    She turned to look back at the long canal in the distance.
    "We don't know who these people are. We can't assume we know what this world is like! In the few months I've been here, my eyes have been opened to more things than I've seen in the past ten years of my life. I think we should send someone else, and bring a bigger escort. You should remain on the ship and stay in radio contact."
    @Jack Howard
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    Aleksei got a reaction from ReachForStars in The Council Makes A Decision[Canon][Jiyū]   
    "I've no issue with this proposal."
    Choosing a King is only the beginning, time will tell if they've chosen the correct one. Dauner has shown how dependable he is, along with the rest of the people at the table carrying this discussion to greater depths. With the ever changing world, the whole collection will have to put their best foot forward and prepare for the worst, no matter how often the best shows its face.
    "I'm sure the people will see Dauner as the appropriate choice as well, and if not - there we have an opportunity to prepare."
    That's just how rule often goes. Some people like who is sitting in the throne, other's not so much. The decisions being made today will immediately affect the people of Jiyū, one way or another they will feel the changes and will have to adjust to such. Some minds don't mind the idea of a monarchy, but the possibility of some not liking the idea of one is still there in the air. It could mean some push-back here and there, or it could mean quiet indecision, and often enough it is the quiet who are loudest when they speak.
    Dalia had shrugged her shoulders at the name suggestion, "The name feels appropriate enough." In her mind a name change is an item that could have just been done, instead of minorly discussed among the group. Looking around the table, she supposes it is necessary to discuss every little detail to ensure they all feel included. Plus, a new name is like a new beginning, and they are all assisting building said new beginning. Jiyū is now part of a Kingdom, the Kingdom of Hasturia.
    "The Kingdom of Hasturia now has a King, a name, and a capital, what else does it need?"
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in Wanna join the new Jiyan government?   
    PFT no worries brotein shake, I understand what you’re saying 😊 But I want you to know that a tag to me is nothing to worry about, it’ll actually help me in the long run and be greatly appreciated ❤️❤️
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    Aleksei got a reaction from supernal in Wanna join the new Jiyan government?   
    I can post every 3 days.
    I briefly remember reading the last post and then completely forgot to post because I’m a butterfly 😂 Next time, instead of waiting for a long period of time, slap me with a tag and be like: GURL EITHER POST OR MOVE ALONG. 
    It would be greatly appreciated. I will have posts flowing out today!
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    Aleksei got a reaction from danzilla3 in [Nu Sicily] make one's bones   
    She didn't get a written invention because she's terrible about checking the mail, and there's never anyone home to get it for her. When Isadora approached her about the little get-together, the woman wasn't initially enthralled about attending the party. There was a time she would dip herself in finery and make a scene, but those days are long gone, and she no longer has the patience to entertain a crowd. Getting a written invitation meant a hanging obligation she's going to have to grab; a verbal invite, that gave her a little bit more wiggle room not to go.
     
    And she wasn't going to go.
     
    Taking a long drag off her java cigar, the woman waited outside the little shindig, contemplating her terrible choices while the party roars on behind her. Time was now coming back to her in waves, offering moments of respite - like so. Isadora did not invite her so that they could talk shop; the Under Boss invited her because she wanted to evaluate her new "friend." Isadora is tracking this woman like one does an animal, and she isn't sure if she should feel flattered that Isadora is interested or peeved.
     
    It was probably peeved. The woman dislikes nosy people.
     
    While working up the nerve to go into the party, the choice to move was made for her. The little commotion outside the party snagged her ear, and looking 'round the corner, she saw the heart of it all. These kinds of unsophisticated get-togethers are always ripe with energy; it's only natural someone ends up bleeding or - better - dead. Flicking the last of her cigar into the inky darkness surrounding the grotto, she shoves her hands in her pockets and approaches.
     
    Golden hues watch the intriguing scene develop as the more abused faction of this confrontation bristle. Like the smoke snaking out from between her painted lips, she wafts through the growing crowd interested in the soon-to-be one-sided beating.
     
    "You need to move," she says behind Ido. At this time, Riforte took the initiative to step forward in an attempt to get the ball rolling here. "Or be moved, boy."
     
    Boy, such a nasty little word considering the speaker. Riforte is a slender thing with dark curls that frame her face in a rather angelic way; her features are emphasized by freckles that traverse the range of her nose and beneath her bright eyes. Pouted lips twitched into a small knowing smirk.
     
    "I have a meeting to get to with Isadora Fedele, and I have a feeling she isn't going to appreciate you making me late."
     
    There's a threat buried in there somewhere. Shifting her weight from her left leg to her right, she looks down her nose at Ido, even though he towers over her. Her attire said 'good money' with its ridiculous couture flair, but her manners were saying otherwise. She isn't going to let this random man ruin her unplanned night because he's throwing a tantrum. Giving Ido one last seething look, she turns her attention to the bouncer (@Darthgamer101), her gaze softer so he doesn't think she's trying to front him.
     
    "May I go in?"
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    Aleksei reacted to Mickey Flash in I Have to be Seen to be Believed [Kinumo-Open]   
    It was hours later and the party had stopped their search to make camp. The demon who'd saw Queen Malia had said they were getting very close to the place where she'd been sighted, but that it was dangerous to travel at night. Trekking through the thick foilage and looking for a sign or trail along the way had made conversation inconvenient. Skacharm knew that the party hadn't made the journey with much stealth, because their party was too big not to be noticed. Some of the group moved without sound, like shadows, undetected. Many of those were from the Kinumo Assassins' Guild. There were others that didn't know about quiet, and snapped every stick that came along the way. Skacharm was afraid to see how the large dragon was faring. She had insisted on coming with them as well. This was a strange group, to be sure.
    As the Assassins' Guild members made a decent campfire and placed their bedrolls a short distance away, Skacharm dragged an old log he'd found in the woods close to the fire and sat upon it. He took a long stick and poked the fire, asking if it was safe to have a fire in the middle of the Kinumo forest.
    “Better to have a fire, than not. There are all kinds of wild creatures. Most don't like fire,” one of the demons told him. He nodded and laid out his own bedroll, a thin blanket that he planned to crawl into to sleep when it was his turn. There were different people on watch, making sure the rest could sleep without worry. Skacharm planned to be one of the ones keeping watch on the next shift, so he didn't want to get comfortable until his two hour shift was over. He would be able to get a couple hours sleep, and that is all he needed.
    He looked at the people surrounding him and watched them without being obvious about it. Names had been given before everyone started the journey, and though he knew the names he didn't know the people. Rysorian walked into his line of vision, and he covertly studied the man. His earlier questions from before about having to keep Malia alive bothered Skacharm. He knew men like Rysorian. They had been mercenaries for so long they forgot what it was like to value life instead of take it. Skacharm felt bad for the man, but not bad enough to let his guard down around him. Having sympathy for someone's hard life was just fine, but smart men made sure to respect those with hard lives too. He would always be keeping an eye on the man.
    Someone he couldn't undo seeing was Igni, the dragon. He couldn't understand any reason she was along for this journey except for pure boredom. She had been treated kindly by the residents of Kinumo, so she wanted for nothing. She didn't need the money, though he knew that dragons usually loved shiny things. She was unpredictable, therefore she needed to be watched as well.
    Then you had the strange trio, with the golem in the mix. They seemed to be harmless enough, and not too jaded by the occupation they had decided to pursue. They were probably new to it. He didn't see them as much of a threat, so he only gave them a cursory glance.
    The members from the Assassins' Guild were loyal to the crown, and grateful for the money. He knew he could trust them. The bad thing was that the money was not easy for him to come by as well, for the kingdom was still trying to get back on its feet. He didn't have the funds to continue having expeditions like this. This would have to be the last one.
    He looked around for Areille. He had offered his horse to her while they had been going along the trail. He'd asked her questions about how her brother was, and the kingdom. That was all he had time to do between moving forward, crossing streams, and climbing hills full of trees. The trip wasn't a quiet country stroll. It was hard work. He just hoped she hadn't been pushed too hard so far. If he saw her near, he planned to offer her a seat on the log beside him.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from King in Bardhyl Kingdom.   
    Name: Kingdom Bardhyl
    Moniker: The White Star
    Population: ~1,000,000
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    Contact: @Aleksei
    Ruler: Queen Olympia Melisende
    Government: Governance of the city is shared by a selected order chosen by Olympia. Decision-makers are selected on the basis of their expertise in their given area of responsibility and their aptitude towards bettering the City. Those selected either have strong political backgrounds or limited backgrounds towards the political field, yet they still have an immense effect on the City. Members operate under the same title.
    The Keepers: An order of expert observers and seers who are dedicated to preserving the balance within the city. Combining their common knowledge of the city and their understanding of the general needs of the people, they have come together to form a group of individuals who strive to obtain balance that has been lost to Shrine City for years. The identity of each Keeper is hidden to ensure the balance is not disrupted by people's known association with a Keeper.
    Keepers have preached against corruption such as selfishness, arrogance, and pride as they are considered acts of imbalances in one's life. A part of this balance, the Keepers accept technology while living in harmony with the natural world. Understanding that in order for their City to grow and its people to live in prosperity, change is an acceptable form of shift.
    Keeper Council: Comprised of individuals who decide on all courses of action whether it be criminal sentences, discussing issues among the Council, economic problems, etc.
    Bardhyl still stands after the Southern Schism and has been relatively prosperous since. The people of Bardhyl are hardy, strong, and incredibly pragmatic people who have lived through the bitter end of imperial rule. Having taken the throne after her brother, Neronius, Olympia has changed the Kingdom for the better. She is a kind ruler, perhaps a bit too naive, but is a woman built to rule and thus far has done a stable job doing so.
    The Kingdom of Bardhyl is built with the great cluster of mountains at its South, and access to the bay to the west through a grand canal that connects the Kingdom to the bay. This has allowed the Kingdom both access to vast stores of precious metals and minerals and great fertile valleys during the planing season. These factors have made the Kingdom self-sufficient, an aspect that has assisted in its rebuilding after the Southern Schism.
    Bardhyl itself has natural protection. To its rear, a vast cluster of mountains protects it from most enemies, as many will surely die attempting to cross the magnificent mountains. When the Kingdom is approached, you are faced with the high white wall of the outer ring. To its front is the fertile river valley; the soil is tilled deep during the spring and summer months, and due to the rain can often become deep mud traps for an advancing army or curious traveler.
    In the winter, it is far more treacherous. The cold is biting and with the lack of trees, as they have been cleared for farmland, the wind can kill an unwary man in a moment. Blizzards can come without warning, and fog can shroud the view. This makes the footing treacherous, and those unwary crossing the frozen rivers can find themselves drowning beneath the ice. While these factors might not destroy an army on their own, they will affect morale. Bardhyl soldiers are well versed in surviving these times, often using them to hit the foe with unconventional war tactics. Attacking in the whiteout of a blizzard, striking from the dense fog, and then disappearing just as quickly as they came.
    It was once said the Kingdom is a nightmare to siege and a jewel to defend. Both are true. When Bardhyl, formerly Shrine City, had been the capital of the Cold South and attacked during the reclamation, it was no small feat. Several insurgent-led attacks were launched on Shrine City proper, and it took months for there to be any success - but there was. Some say it had been a culmination of many things that led to Shrine City's downfall: Nero's lack of rule, people growing uneasy with the Corvinite influence, and the general distrust towards the royals, Shrine City was meant to fall.
    The Bardhyl Kingdom is a swell of curves and high walls and enormous, tapered spires. Technology still runs within the veins of Bardhyl, but the schism had caused the kingdom to step back to its once basic roots. Shops and homes are rustic in nature, their rooftops colorful, their forms shaped from brick and concrete; everything decorated plainly with foliage and flowers of choice. Bardhyl does not give off the imposing aura it once had, all who travel here are swathed in the feeling of home and comfort.
    The kingdom is split into five rings with an island smack in the middle. Three of the rings are waterways filled using the water coming from the bay; a large canal connects the kingdom to the bay, allowing ships to travel to and from the kingdom with ease. The other two rings are land and they both serve different purposes to the people.
    Map of Bardhyl: Click here!
    Outer water ring (3 stades wide - 0.555 km):
    Used for immediate travel, where people enter and leave by waterway. This place is usually congested, but all water fairing vehicles are guided through the waterway to ensure no problems arise from people entering and leaving.
    Outer land ring (3 stades wide - 0.555 km):
    The largest ring out of them all here you will find the market place and famous greenhouses. Enjoy the cozy hangouts and the family-run restaurants that serve a variety of tasty dishes. Delve into the various markets that litter the ring! It’s here where a majority of Bardhyl’s people reside.
    Middle land ring (2 stades wide - 0.37 km):
    A very active ring, the middle water ring is home to the various educational institutions that are free to attend for anyone -inside and outside of the kingdom. The Queen is known to often visit this area often, sharing her knowledge with anyone willing to listen.
    Middle water ring (2 stades wide - 0.37 km):
    The least active water ring of them all, there are a few ships that populate its waters, but the ring is mostly left as a scenic piece than anything else. Various exotic underwater plants can be found and harvested here. Aside from their beauty, some of the plans are used as medicine, while others play a functional role in maintaining the equilibrium of the ecosystem, some are even harmful and fairly dangerous.
    Inner water ring (1 stade wide - 0.185 km):
    This ring is privately used by the royal family and is very similar to the middle water ring.
    Island (5 stades in diameter):
    Home to the royal family, this island is a private spot where entrance into is often regulated. Queen Olympia enjoys her privacy and prefers to meet her people outside the walls of Ravenscar, her family’s home. For certain events the island is open to anyone and everyone, outside of that it is a quiet island.
    Original: @Alexei
    Edits: @Aleksei
     
           
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    Most unusual is what some would say. The canal itself is a dominant feature of the Bardhyl Kingdom as it leads out to the bay that slithers into the outstretched sea. A majority of the imports that come into the vast kingdom happen through the canal, making it a unique hotspot, even on a slow day such as this one. It would be unusual to see no one upon the waters, more unusual not to know such a canal existed for it leads to a city that is anything but small.
    Unusual and extremely eventful. Bardhyl has kept to itself for the last half-year, quietly working its way back from the dust of battle and tainted history. There was a time the place was loud about its existence, letting everyone know that it is here through power and regality. Now, it would not be a surprise if anyone knows that it still exists - a hopeful wish. The hands that have crafted the mighty kingdom have changed. No longer are warmongers and their ilk sitting upon the tainted throne.
    No longer is the silent, silent.
    Their lifeboats would be allowed access to the flowing canal; the waters and the accumulating business would guide them to the gates to the first ring encircling the kingdom. Sectioned into rings, Bardhyl is a magnificent sight to behold.
    The walls keeping the rings together extend 30 feet into the air, and 30 feet beneath the soil; their color is magnificent, pure white like the snowfall Bardhyl is often known for. During the Southern Schism, the walls had been penetrated and brought down, but not completely. Through specific negotiations, the Queen was able to rebuild the mighty walls in a handful of months. Bardhyl was slowly reclaiming its outward glory.
    Once the lifeboats reached the large gates leading into the first ring, they would be stopped (as is protocol allowing any vehicle to come through) by Legionnaires.
    "State your business within this kingdom, please." The gentleman was a young faced man who is not so wet behind the years but hasn't seen the labors of battle. He was tall, handsome, and eager to get this line going, so it doesn't cause congestion on the canal. "If you are doing business, what business is it. If you are meeting with someone, state their name."
    Queen Olympia is not so cruel or power-hungry to turn anyone away, especially when her kingdom has begun to bud. Many sneer at that kind of soft heart, but most are extremely welcome towards it. "If you are newcomers, I suggest you take a right where the rest of that collection is," he says, pointing to a small gathering of ships in varying sizes, "and await directions."
    He feels that with such a large caravan, it is best that they unload their business on someone else and not him. Going to the right meant they would have to leave their lifeboats behind, docked in an area specifically for those entering the city to muck about and then leave. Everyone else with a purpose, they were guided to the other half of the first ring where they'd be left to do their business in peace. Once all matters are settled, the group of new arrivals is free to wander and ask questions, even meet the Queen if she is available.
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    statistics   Name: Alistair Dreytori   Alias: Drey   Title: None   Visual Age: 24   Birth Place: Genesaris - on a farm a few weeks outside of Raven's Landing   Race: Normal boring Human   Alignment: Neutral mostly.  Leans towards good intentions.   Gender: Male   Class:  Pending     physiology   Hair: Light brown   Eyes: Green   Height: 6'1"   Weight: 210 lbs   Voice: somewhat deep, likes to take his time    Build: thin but muscular   Condition: healthy, tanned, rough hands     personality   • Outgoing, Alistair is certainly not shy and can sometimes speak out of turn.  He is often smiling, preferring to find joy in life. • Alistair can appear selfish at times with his wishes/desires, and if things are not going his way, will get angry or impatient, though never violent.     likes   • wildlife • a strong ale • carving • fishing     dislikes   • rats, just hates them (both the animal and people who act like one) • boring people • heights     hopes/desire   • to see his family again • to figure out how he came to have his strange palming ability • to seek some adventure     clothing   • simple, plain, common - colors reflective of his upbringing on a farm - brown, dark green, tough.  Wears leather boots.     skills   • farming skills (can milk a cow like a boss...) • hunting - adept enough to create snares and traps • archery - adept enough to shoot an arrow accurately from a prone position • herbalism - basic knowledge taught to him by his mother • reading/writing - can read and write quite well in Genesari • arithmetic - basic math knowledge • wood carving - ability to artistically carve figures, animals, faces or any useful item out of wood     inventory   • dagger, bow, quiver with arrows • winter clothing • backpack, traveling gear (flint/steel, blanket, rope) • wood carving kit     family   Father: Barvin Dreytori (49 years) Mother: Ambernee Dretori (nee Falster) (47 years) Siblings: Barvin (brother, 28 years), Maven (sister, 26 years), Alosyius (brother, 18 years), Satiri (sister, 9 years)     background   Alistair grew up on his family's farm some travel outside of Raven's Landing.  His upbringing was simple and hard - the daily life of a farmer requiring him to be up early and work hard.  He learned all of the rudimentary farming skills, his mother, father and siblings all taking time to ensure he was well-trained.  In the evenings, his mother would teach all the children how to read and write and do basic arithmetic.  She wanted them to know enough to navigate the world outside the farm, and eventually, in their own lives.  As he grew, Alistair focused hard on learning the inner workings of the farm, and would often spend extra time with his father and older brother to learn new skills.  His mother, beyond reading and writing, taught him herbalism, simple remedies he might use for healing, sickness, etc.   When Alistair was 15, he discovered his ability to palm items.  He has not idea how this power actually works, but it began a series of petty thefts where he would procure items neither he or his family could afford.  These thefts continued were some time, until he was 19 years old, when his father found his stash of items.  Unable to explain how they came to be in his possession, and not wanting to divulge his strange ability, Alistair was tossed out of his home.  His mother, however, kept in contact with her son and helped him secure a job on a farm several communities away working for an aging man.  There he worked for several years until the old farmer passed away whose family chose to sell the land.  Now, at age 24, he is on his own, with a little coin in his purse and an unsure future ahead of him.     power   • when he was in his teens, Alistair developed a 'palming' ability.  An item he desired that could fit into his hand or pocket would mysteriously appear some moments after he expressed his wish to possess it.  It is limited to small items and Alistair must speak his wish before it will work, and even then, it does not always manifest.  Regardless, he did abuse the power after he discovered his ability, to the point where he was caught with many stolen items in his possession.        Credits: • Dan: Profile Layout.
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    | The Entry - Heading for the Great Hall |
    He kissed her forehead with such reverence and love that she was briefly flustered. It was rare for them to be united as a family, and even still—Rowan was married to his job and to her, as when they had first met, she was his job. But monsters, as they did, sang to her the siren song of their humanity. It was a thing she valued and cherished and fostered. Now she could enjoy the fruits of her labor.
    Was this the Rowan of before? Raveena wondered.
    Before the agony. There was something to be said about watching a man be stripped of that which made him humane. It was far from pretty, but she had seen it, felt it, even. She remembered his memory when he first became the Chimera. Every mutated cell that set his blood on fire. Every loud crack of bones that broke queerly. The chitinous exoskeleton. Rowan had been reborn as something grotesque and hideous. A refined machine of murder and mayhem, if he so chose.  Spliced to disguise the monster he could become beneath the thin veneer of what little humanity remained; the cold, calculating gaze of a precise killer and the charming smile of a man. It was like her to love a monster.
    She knew Rowan’s song. A song of emptiness and loneliness. A song of remorse and redemption. A longing of something foreign—was it love? And he sang so sweetly, that she listened and joined to harmonize. So gentle she was with his humanity, cupping it softly within her hands. She loved it so, and with time she learned about the Spider. She was unlike any ordinary assignment he had faced. Troublesome and stubborn—barely compliant, much to his chagrin. They would argue back and forth, neither ready to admit the other was right and they were wrong. She thrived on the danger that came with the fulfillment of protecting her people, and he feared the danger she put herself in.
    Rowan Knight was an infection, a disease. It spread across her skin in wild veins of respect and understanding. Spread deep to her bones and blood with unbridled affection. It took root in her heart and became love. They had never had a proper wedding, not with more refugees than they knew what to do with. The council wept after they went through so much trouble to arrange the courting dance to find her a proper suitor, only to acknowledge this man and his ilk as nobles of the court and then be denied the opulence of a wedding their Empress deserved. Perhaps, at the end of it all they would renew their vows and celebrate properly.
    There was something unmatched in this new Rowan, or perhaps he was not new—Raveena was still undecided. The Rowan of before, she never knew. Not in the true sense of the word. She felt him, and protected him, and coerced him to surface where she could. She knew it in the way he changed, slowly, over time. In the way her boys warmed up to him. In the way he seized his chance to be the father he couldn’t before. Rowan had always been an absent parent, but he loved his family none-the-less. Now, things were different, things were changed. His eldest son was to be married, to a poor woman perhaps too pregnant to enjoy the festivities in earnest. Grant was never the best at communication—to communicate he had found his heart’s own, that they were to be married—and, most importantly, they were expecting.
    To say that Raveena reacted gracefully to the news would be a lie.
    But the curl of Rowan’s smile and the genuine joy of seeing his family grow helped her warm up to the idea. Grant fell outside the rules of their imperial coil by the grace of his biological mother’s blood. Grant was considered illegitimate (Raveena hated that wretched word), but still retained the title of an Imperial Prince. He was free to go and love as he wanted to. Still, adult that he was, she couldn’t deny she was mildly hurt by his secrecy but respected the need for privacy. Her first grandchild! She would certainly spoil the newest member of their family. The children were thrilled, and it seemed that across Valucre, the continents were recovering from its own pockets of crisis one joyous occasion at a time.
    She met the eyes of Jinsoku, a brief, knowing smile flitting on her lips as she nodded. She had not seen him since the Battle of Last Chance, where she had gifted him Naga, the Naginata he teased and swore he’d inherit—and so he had that day on the battlefield. If James Eredas was the closest person to a father Jin had, Raveena was certainly the closest to a mother figure. Pride danced in her eyes, no longer fearing for his life. They were two Knights of the same Order that diverged. He continued his path as a Master Knight, having found his purpose. Raveena left Force Majeure, having found hers in her people. She would still burn the world down for him, and would give anything to hold onto the innocence she once adored in him.
    The Entryway took a moment to receive them all inside, for everyone wanted a glimpse at the newly wedded couple. To give their well-wishes and bestow their gifts. There was music and merrymaking in the Great Hall, the fragrant feasting in the Dining Hall. The dull roar of chattering—Raveena glanced back at her son, raising her voice above the rest, “We must find someplace comfortable for Lady Delphine!” She called to him. To Delphine she said, “Anything that you need Delphine, you let me know and it will be done, no questions asked.” She meant every word.
    "Be at ease, maa Khaiperion voĭn. Caution runs in our veins."Adá's attentiveness was typical of the Hului men. They were born and bred to be warriots. Adá was different and she appreciated this above all else. She proceeded to tell him the story of an invitation she received to a masquerade ball, the apprehension that it was a trap, and how she was the only lady to show in uniform and ready to fight. "Is ek srors vaa kiks raa'orm su ovraa'ceosa sra vo goblen sa kul'tuur rara." We must learn to appreciate the tapestries of culture here. She gently patted Adá's shoulder with affection. "And don't worry. We will find new and inventive ways to test his memory." She grinned wickedly.
    @The Hound @danzilla3 @L E V I A T H A N @Aleksei
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    It will get finished. I planned on hitting that up tonight.
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    Same as Tybutt, I've got it mostly typed up so I'll see if I can get it done.
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