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Hidden within the haze of the predawn, the small boy waited. He had been there for some time now and soon would have to leave to go to his daily chores. He had been waiting there in the shadows behind a few bins since before the light had begun to touch the skies, warning those about of the coming sun. His intentions to visit Morgana's one and only Wishing Well, make a wish, then return swiftly for breakfast but a late night couple had been there and he refused to interrupt them nor make his wish before the day began.

His mind hung heavy with the idea of not making the wish he had in mind today, but soon those dismal thoughts were vanished as the lovers kissed and departed. They weren't even completely out of the clearing before he took off over the night-chilled ground. The last night having been one of the coldest of the year. Finally standing at the edge, he pulled a coin from his pocket and planted a kiss on its surface just as he had seen others do. Small fingers clung tight to the metallic surface as his lips whispered the wish of the day. Holding his treasure over the dark waters, he once more muttered his desire before letting go.

The only sound he heard was a small plop. At the same time the first edges of the came over the horizon. Thick fog began to pour not only from the river but from the Wishing Well. Fear etched on the boy's face before running away, not wanting to be caught or accused of what was happening. Cold ground combined with the rising heat of the sun was the culprit for most of the fog, but only those near the Crystal Wall noticed that the sun did not reflect from the surface, only a vision of thick forestry and thicker fog shown back at them.

[box]Same time[/box]

The platoon of soldiers rode in silence many still wavering between realms of dream and reality. Augusta had called them to rise early and prepare to move out. The forest floor filling with a fog thicker than any they had seen since their arrival within these foreign lands. Just as any fog, most woodland creatures that might have been awake were silent so as not to break the trance over the land.

They had been seeking months now for her husband. His whereabouts managing to stay a secret which in some ways caused worry. She didn't like the idea of leading warriors over foreign lands with no evidence of hope that their quest would be realized. She would remain grateful though that those with her had chosen to follow her instead of returning to the lands changed with time they did not share with her kingdom.

Slowly out of the fog, sounds of a city began to filter through. Along with the evidence of them approaching civilization evidence of morning came as well. The light dawning on them much faster than what would seem normal within the sheltered trees of the woods. A breeze came blowing across the travelers bringing smells of water, food, exotic wares, and exotic air. The fog walls remaining thick, the soft moss and hard dirt transpired to hard packed sand.

Everything around them changing from pine trees to mosquito bush. Hints of people about them poked out of the fog to be seen but quickly swallowed up as if they were riding through their dreams rather than the lands. Each sign presented to them showed that they were no longer in the same kingdom. The final sign was the moment when the flyers of the platoon lost the flitting sounds of their mounts. All forty-eight of her soldiers were now trapped within a foreign city, those in the back becoming aware that they had only a wall at their backs.

Queen Augusta was quick to pull up her mount as her dragon's thoughts become an empty void. She knew he was not dead for that would have been a painful experience, but she knew they were not in the same realm no longer. Her voice carried sharp to her fellow soldiers and friends, "Halt, these lands are not of the same realm." Many would most likely think duh, but the others still asleep in their saddles would come alive as the last time they had transversed realms was when they left their realm of war. Anything could happen when realms shifted around them.

Never once did she reach up to remove the helm from her face, but her hand reached down to draw her blade in preparation of anything to come. The shift of her attention easily noticed as the hint of kindness that was present when speaking to the platoon was now gone, "Show yourselves! And state the name of this realm!" Fiery emeralds glared at the fog almost as if she could see straight through it. The rays of the rising sun seemed to peek through the land cloud spotlighting the leader and creating a glow about the polished armor that she donned from head to toe. Every piece was standard, none any different than the run of the mill knight. But something about the polish and her balanced stature upon the warhorse screamed War.


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One among them that was never counted as the forty-eight was the Queen's daughter. Though she wasn't counted as part of her mother's army, her body stiffened to attention as she was one of the few that was without a steed. Horses never appreciated her upon their backs and she was more than capable of keeping pace with the mounts they rode anyways, so afoot was fine with her.

She had felt the shift in the terrain before her mother and noticed the portal that they had passed through but to flee or call out would have caused panic and who is to argue with the adventuring they were getting to experience just because her father ran away. To make it even more interesting, she was standing there without armor and with only her spear as protection. A small giggle attempted to sneak out as she thought of how out of place she would look amongst these people.

Sted'ara's attention wandered about the fog, each shift of her eyes reminding her that she had to tighten the ribbons in her hair still. She had managed to keep her hair long as she grew up, its length just past her rump. Most of the people she grew up with had cut their hair to make wearing a helmet more comfortable. She didn't have a helmet and never wore one so was her argument to keep the locks. She did though have to keep it trained back and tight to prevent it from twisting with her spear in combat.

Her rose colored eyes began to flash with inner fire as she realized she wasn't wearing her best for entering town. Instead she was dressed with only a tunic and a pair of breeches that were tied with a thin cotton rope as they had belonged to one of the men whom died while in the realm of war. Her good clothes was a tunic with a vest and a pair of thickened breeches tied with a cotton rope. But the vest made all the difference, she was sure.

Finding the fog unrelenting, she turned her eyes back to the soldiers to see what they would do in reaction to what was happening.

[box]The people of Morgana[/box]
How would the people react? Their eyes were not clouded with the residual effects of traveling the mists. They could see the warriors and watched as the one in front demanded a response. They still remembered the stories of the North conquering them, but this was a peaceful time. One man took off to retrieve the closest guard he could find. Most just went about their business not wanting to get involved.

One man stepped forward though not enough to lose his chance to react if these people decided to attack, "Welcome, Strangers, to Morgana. Second largest city of Orisia. Have you come here in peace? Or do you mean to make waste to us?" Well what was he supposed to say to a band of soldiers that seemed as lost as a penguin out here. Though he could easily point out a few vendors that had some penguins for sale. Edited by Lunadrakla

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[I]Welcome, Strangers, to Morgana. Second largest city of Orisia. Have you come here in peace? Or do you mean to make waste to us?"[/I]

[COLOR="#800000"]A vagabond who was sleeping against one of the near by vendor stalls threw a rock at the outspoken man.

“If they ment to lay waste to us, they are damned fools. No sane band of warriors does such a thing, you would know this if you ever traveled more that your city's gates.”

The Vagabond was clad in rust colored pants and shirt, his head covered in a grey headband in a style of those who live in the desert, covering all but his eyes. From what was visible he was a lean built man, about 5'7” in height and average weight.

“Woman, you speak as if you come for war, yet any man with his senses could see you would not last more than several days with your group. It must have been luck that led you here, you have no supplies and you come from the desert gate. Mystery surrounds you and your merry band...”[/COLOR]

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Alys had been traveling somewhere near the middle of their little parade as they had made their way in search of the queens lost husband, apparently while they had been knee deep in war the queen had somehow gotten married without her presence even being required. The news had run through the camp like wildfire when it had been overheard, perhaps Augusta had meant to keep this fact a secret but that hadn't lasted long among the groups gossips. Personally Alys didn't care one whit about the queens husband, stealing power while she was not available to protest and then disappearing when she returned sounded like a cleaver scam to be sure. Why was she here then if she cared not for the objective or for that matter most of the people around her, several reasons came to mind. First there was the fact she had no home or people to return too, secondly she had little finance with which to create either and thirdly she had no real clue. Battle and war tended to follow Augusta like a bad smell which might have something to do with the scaly beast she rode, how do you convince anyone you come in peace riding something that intimidating? All this internal thinking passed through her mind in a matter of moments but all the traveling they had been doing made it feel as if an age had passed, however she was drawn from her thoughts by sounds take shape around them.

It was subtle at first to the point Alys almost thought she was hearing things, however soon it became quite clear that something weird was going on as Archimedes feet began to crunch something different aside from dead leaves. Glancing down the ground also seemed to have changed to take on a golden hue that almost seemed to glitter through the mist, the temperature also had changed while the wind seemed to have disappeared both in rapid succession. All these changes put her on edge her horse quickly following suit by snorting loudly to make his displeasure known, one hand remained on the reins while the other ducked behind her to lift her halberd from it's place upon her back. A call from the queen went up for the column to halt and it was obeyed quickly, several of the soldier had been napping in their saddles and more than one found themselves tumbling to the ground as they jolted awake. Angling the head of her halberd towards the earth as it's length ran along the back of her arm Alys nudged Archimedes forward as a moving target was harder to hit, glancing around a a low growl escaping her bared teeth she still found she could barely see a damned thing. Guiding her horse with her knees till they reached the head of the column with only the queen ahead of her her other hand slipped into the spiked gauntlet that lay attached to her saddle, the metal slipped easily around her hand and covered her arm up to the elbow with a quick twist both dislodging it from the saddle and snapping it into place on her arm.

[COLOR="#FF0000"]"What sorcery is this..."[/COLOR] She muttered darkly as the queen spoke again and was answered by someone who wasn't visible, there was a slight hint of hesitation in his voice so he could obviously see them far better than they could see him.

Another man spoke just after his words gnawing at Alys's razor thin patience, he was correct however no sane band of warriors does lay waste to populated area's because there's no real profit in it. Not that she was an expert or anything as she had never lowered herself to attacking unarmed peasants for their meager pocket change, as the man continued however her ire only grew. However now was time for a moment of rare patience or more to the point a biding of time, this fog that surrounded them couldn't last forever and once the people around them were more clear action would be possible. Regardless of where she looked it seemed as if the fog moved so that she couldn't see much of anything except the occasional shape, it had begun to recede slightly however and things were slowly becoming more visible so it was only a matter of time. Edited by Rivermane

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Kalo's current situation was a curious one.
He was quite fortunate to have come across the Queen's ship, or rather, have had the Queen's ship happen upon him. He had been swimming for days in the open ocean, battered by the waves and fending off the occasional shark or two after losing his home to still unknown circumstances. The result was that he wound up afloat the surface, his stamina and physical strength all but depleted. He could stay underwater for very lengthy periods of time, but certainly not indefinitely.

Her majesty's vessel had shown up at just the right time and place, and this had saved his life. In return for this rescue, Kalo agreed to help the Queen and her troops in their most recent venture. He hadn't really been paying attention to the details, but he knew it had something to do with wars, husbands, and some lady named Morgana.

Currently they were in what looked to be a town. Kalo couldn't really be sure of this since it was pretty difficult to see anything, but at the sound of voices he could only assume he was correct.
[COLOR="#00cc66"]"Wait, Morgana's a city? So... who are we looking for again?"[/COLOR] the now befuddled sea drake asked out loud.

Kalo was also curious about the peculiar fog that seemed to hang about the air, but he kept that to himself. He had seen fog before on his home island, but something about this particular fog was a bit... different.

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Rory had spent a considerable amount of time away from the main group of soldiers. He was doing his job, of course, scouting ahead to warn of any kind of disruption to their travels. It was strange to him, scouting new land where danger was almost always around the corner. He had come close to death two times already with help nowhere near him. In a way it was exciting, but he would rather not end up dead, especially when he was the best shot in Augusta's little warband.

He wasn't doing his job to well though, since the eerie fog never seemed to retreat from his presence. Instead it was almost like it was following him. And after several hours, he had come to the conclusion that he was lost, not even having a reliable way to trace his steps. He let out a sigh and stopped walking, half wishing he didn't leave his horse tied to another's within the group.

[COLOR="#A52A2A"]"Not a very good situation. I trade mobility for speed, and now I'm up the fog without a damn sense of where I am...wait what was that?"[/COLOR]

The wind, weak as it was, blew in sounds of voices and...civilization!! At best, Augusta had already reached this destination, at worst, he was truly stranded in a foreign land. Rory broke out in a dash, wasting no time to wonder if he was running into a trap. But, much to his amazement, he heard the familiar voice of her majesty, mixed with several other male voices. Rory figured it was best not to bother the conversation, especially since he had nothing important to report. So the scout returned to the formation, found his horse and mounted it. He glanced around the group, and found Alys, the one soldier who seemed to be somewhere coherent compared to the others roused from their sleep. He decided to turn to her for an update, despite hearing mention of the city of Morgana, he was still a little behind.

[COLOR="#A52A2A"]"This place is strange.....and oddly dangerous. Have I missed anything since I've been out scouting?"[/COLOR]

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Not surprising the moment the fog started to pull back and bring some sense of sight back to the party, they all lose formation and act just as her platoon was. A band of friends. The only one that didn't appear to react as expect was Alys, but she didn't have time to put any thought into it. She could make out the few men that had addressed her, one being her favorite and best scout. Ashamedly he was not on her mind when she found herself in a shady position.

Seeing that the people and voices were indeed peasants, she quickly sheathed her sword and dismounted. Everything from them told her it would be safe to do so. Not wanting to be rude, she addressed the strangers first while taking her helm from her head. "I must apologize for our disruption of your tasks. We appear to have crossed realms unexpectedly. We don't mean any harm to those that mean no harm to us." Shaking short chestnut hair about, she gave a small sigh of relief as it allowed her skull to breath. "You sir, speak as if you know the land. Perhaps even enough to assist us. I normally don't hire on the fly but I'm willing to pay since new realms can result in many strange things."

Augusta was quite aware of the insults but this was not the place nor time to deal with them. The sun was quickly rising and she had already gathered from the garb and ground that they were in the desert land. Her people would need to get cloth over their armor before they became baked. Turning her attention to Rory, she motioned for him to come closer, "You missed nothing that you haven't already seen. Your work maybe cut out for you now. Do you think you could gather some information of this Orisia kingdom? Besides that, I'm going to let everyone explore this city for the time being and gather the proper supplies for this area."

Closing her eyes briefly, her thoughts gathering even more so before turning to the others. "We've managed to stumble into a desert land of a new realm. I'm releasing everyone to look around and supply themselves with proper gear. Try to avoid trouble. And as always, if any of you feel the need to depart and go your separate ways I will not object. I will object if you take off without telling someone your not coming back. You all know I hold the same as I did in the field, no soldier or friend is abandoned or lost."

Turning back to the vagabond, she gave a smile, "Now what is your name sir?"

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Sted'ara's eyes glittered with amusement as she heard the sea drake's comment. Slipping through the others, she came to the humorous man, "You can surprise us sometimes. You always seem to know things before any the rest of us. Morgana is a city, but we just learned of it. We're looking for my father." A silvery laughter came from her throat as she gave Kalo a great big grin. To make things even better, her mother had just given them leave to explore. "Come on, Kalo! We're going to look around!"

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Her eyes hadn't left the mist as things around her had begun to unfold quickly, others had begun to wake up from whatever had been suppressing their attention be it sleep or simply lack of attention. Tension had been building within her body as time had continued to erode around them and the moments stretched on without resolution, was this some cheap tactic to take them all of guard or had they really arrived in a new city that just had a smoke problem? The likely hood of the second choice was obviously false, the first seeming far more likely as the band was well armed and equipped that a misunderstanding or not wouldn't have surprised her in the least. The sound of someone speaking behind her drew her attention away from the surrounding mists, the man was slight for a man and reeked of the jungle that surrounded them. The bow peeking out from over his shoulder instantly soured any favorable response he might have gotten, he mentioned it had been scouting that had been keeping him busy which removed a little of her ire as to scout ahead alone took guts that not everyone had. Alys didn't have time to answer him however as the queen spoke up before she could reply, a frown instantly settled on her features at the fact she had gone from questioned to outranked in a manner of moments.
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"Don't let me hold you up, try not to put too much of a spit shine on those greaves now." [/COLOR] Alys had little patience for time wasted and after all he was one of her soldiers all set to die for her if she commanded it most likely, such was the stupidity of loyalty and devotion and the foolish end it brought to them all.

The situation wasn't helped when their new orders were seemingly passed out before the situation was even fully under control, they had no idea where they were and were surrounded by unknown and possibly dangerous individuals. The idea that they might have to carve a path out of town paved with the blades of many a fine warrior was an intoxicating thought, however she had to admit so far everyone around them looked about as dangerous as flea's upon the camels they likely rode. Alys knew little about desert folk though she did know of one of their signature weapons and would be quite eager to test herself against the wielder of one, the other favored weapon the which was the bow gave her a contempt that would be hard to shake for the people around her. Slipping her halberd back into it's leather holder upon her back Alys nudged Archimedes forward with her knees, she had no intention of attacking civilians as there was a bar even she wouldn't stoop too. Besides there was no challenge in slaughter, a worthy opponent would be her preferred target.
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"If you hear screaming and begging don't concern yourself, I'm just introducing myself to the locals."[/COLOR] Alys's features formed a smirk as she spoke passing on the opposite side of the queen to where the vagabond stood, he received only a moment of her attention in the form of an intense stare her eyes making sure to find his almost as if trying to transmit her distrust to the man.

She didn't wait for a reply nor did she have any reason to expect company as few generally submitted themselves to her nature willingly which was a mutual feeling as Alys only spoke and worked with others when she had too, simpler to just forge ahead alone and try to find something to entertain her time. The spiked gauntlet which sat around her arm clenched and unclenched as she continued to guide Archimedes forwards, the fog had been continuing to clear even before she had begun moving revealing several rather unique vista's that Alys couldn't help but appreciate. A tavern would likely be a good place to find information and possibly trouble both of which would be much appreciated given the recent downtime, the smirk remained upon her face as she allowed Archimedes to pick the path as his senses were far better than her's given the nature of the fog.

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[COLOR="#800000"][SIZE=2]“I go by Thel.”

The man slowly rose up and began stretching, awakening his own body from slumber and stagnation.

He started stretching his legs and continued,

“I no not much of this land to be honest. This city is called Morgana, on the island of Orisia, of the coast of Genesaris. I myself was born on Terrenus and raised in Iselyr, but that's not what we're here to discuss is it?”

Beneath his cloaked face Thel grinned. It wasn't just a grin of happiness, it was a twisted grin that if it was seen would ruin the twisted thoughts running in his mind.

“I've been here several days after leaving Iselyr, a bad business deal has a way of making a man look for a new start. I work for food. As long as I'm well fed, you get a one of a kind sellsword, beats having to pay no?”

Thel started to work out his plan in his head. Here no-one knew him by his birth name Ublaz, no-one knew better than to trust him or accept his hand in friendship. He had a mental orgasm of pleasure as he raced through the options available to him, and decided to attempt to stay as friendly Thel as long as possible to find out how much he could take and pillage when the time came.

“You ask for my name and in turn I ask for yours.”[/SIZE][/COLOR]

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[B]"You can surprise us sometimes. You always seem to know things before any the rest of us. Morgana is a city, but we just learned of it. We're looking for my father."[/B]

Kalo felt rather flattered. He hadn't ever been complimented for being intuitive before. Kalo smiled a bit in spite of himself, and would have blushed if it were possible for him.

[B]"Come on, Kalo! We're going to look around!"[/B]

[color="#00cc66"]"Sounds fun!"[/color] Kalo approved, eagerly following her.
Kalo hadn't really connected much with the soldiers. They were quite a professional bunch, and though he tried to act more serious around them, there was still quite a difference in personality.
The Queen's daughter, however, seemed more like him with her enthusiasm and adventurous nature. Going with her would make him feel more comfortable.
On top of that, With all the soldiers, that vagabond, and the scout that had recently joined back with them, he wasn't entirely sure of everything that was going on. He was sure that whatever it was, it was probably something that didn't require his involvement.

In regards to the town, Kalo definitely wasn't going to pass up a chance to explore. He was still intrigued by this mist, or whatever it was. It would certainly make the task of exploration a tad more challenging. He would have to try and be conscious of where they were headed so as not to get lost on the way back. Even he knew that it would be easy to get misplaced with the low visibility.

As he pondered the idea of possibly getting some insight on the whole fog issue, he wondered if anyone else would join them in their little exploration. Edited by Madolche M

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[COLOR="#0000CD"]Did they think they had come unnoticed? The city surrounded by Look Out and Observation Posts, essentially the same thing, had taken witness to the first of this odd fog. The report had gone up, for this was an unnatural occurrence. When was the last time Morgana, or any part of Orisia experienced fog? Let alone, fog to this degree? Of course everything had been fine until movement was spotted within. A few people at first, a group, an army? The mere size of individuals within the fog were enough to cause the silent alarm to be sent forth. As the report was sent up, instructions were sent out. Guardsmen of all races and sorts would shift into action. While thy wouldn't be any more or less obvious than any other day, they would move as casually as they normally would. It was important to not bring any tension into Morgana, for its delicate state with the rebels could put these new comers in a bad position.

For this small army of individuals, they seemed to not notice as they slowly broke apart into the city of Morgana. The people surly wouldn't stop them or get in their way, for the majority of them were rather peaceful. Even the stationed Guards would only eye them curiously without action, as instructed. However, they were only simply waiting for more orders to come down from their leader. Normally he would have been out their within a moments notice, but due to previous circumstances and situations, the task was almost impossible to complete in a timely manner.

But alas, a figure could be noticed approaching the main body of this group that settled within the outskirts of the fog that stretched from jungle to sand. The man, as he would appear to be, would be covered in black pants and boots that were ready for battle. However, his top half remained without armor or clothing. Instead, a bandage had been wrapped around his torso, slinging his arm in the process. Bandaged hands accompanied the look of this injured man. Shaggy dark blue hair fell from his head, revealing two green eyes that pierced the area before him. Tan skin would be revealed in the remaining areas that were not covered by bandage; his toned stomach, arms, neck, and face. While he pushed forth in the obvious direction of the group, without a weapon, he was not alone; Leo Hawklight - Knight of Diligence.

At Leo's side, another man who was slightly taller appeared. Black hair, covered in full black armor, accompanied by a bastardly large blade that was on his back, walked firmly beside the Knight Commander of Morgana. Under the veil of his black hair, brown eyes could be seen scanning the area. While he was alert and cautious all the same, the situation was rather tense all the same. None the less, James, would walk beside Leo without complaint. They would appear to be two lone warriors, or one warrior with a crippled companion. None the less, it only took them moments to arrive; which would only be moments after Augusta released the troops to explore the city.

Leo would stop short roughly twenty meters away from where the group was gathered. Immediately, as if following Leo's own footsteps, James would do the same. Quickly, James voice would call out to the group. [/COLOR][B]"Who is in charge here!?"[/B] [COLOR="#0000CD"]He yelled to make his voice clear against any who were talking. While it would seem to be a rude interruption, would it not be expected? How long did they think it would be before they were faced someone important in the City? None the less Leo and James waited patiently, relaxing in the heat, as they prepared themselves. The information that was gathered in such a short time had been indeed useful, and it would be used to the cities advantage if need be. [/COLOR]

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[FONT=Garamond][COLOR="#008080"][box]Dollya DuGrace[/box]

She happened to be in the area. For the most part she had kept away from Morgana’s political sphere, following her mother’s instructions to not mettle in the way that Leo handled business. In part, she was glad for him, but she was also growing increasingly lonely. He was always busy now, always having to keep up, to do this and that, and without any meaningful responsibilities—Dollya was often left to her own devices. For that reason, she had taken to wandering the desert, leaving right at twilight and not showing up until days later. It reminded her of how they had been in the beginning, except now her triumphant discoveries were lonely events. Whenever she crossed the path of one of the giant sand worms, or when she found any other of the extraordinary beasts, she would lift her head but find no one with whom to share a smile.

Today, she had decided to bring her mare—Pepper, a beautiful spotted Namib. She was athletic and muscled, with wonderfully clean limbs. But she required new shoes, and Dollya had decided to bring some business to the local blacksmith down in the marketplace. It gave her an excuse to come out during the day, even if it did make her a slight bit uncomfortable.

So it was that she was made to witness the strange interaction between the obvious foreigners and the Knight Commander. Certain that he was unaware of her presence; she did not move to make herself known. Instead, she remained off to the side, tending with cool hands Pepper’s long black mane. She ran a brush over the coarse hair, until she was certain that all knots had been removed, and then patted the large creature down along her elegant thick neck.

“You’re such a good girl,” she whispered to Pepper as the mare tilted her massive head and pressed against Dollya’s lithe form. “That’s right—you’re a good girl.” And with that she pulled a bright red apple from her satchel and presented it to the horse, which made short work of nosily munching on the sweet treat.
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The sun continued to rise as the day held no intrest in the events that were unfolding under its skirts. The heat of the ever shining rays going to work on the water droplets that had developed into the land cloud, forcing it to evaporate once more and enter the normal cycle of water.

Augusta could not miss the many that spoke to her. Alys was ignored as the comment was in jest. The woman had revealed little but a love for trouble but innocent were left to their own duties when Alys felt no need to combat them. Thel was the only one that she felt needed her attention at that breath. Even when someone yelled for the one in charge.

"Augusta. And food would not be a problem. If Isreyrl and Terrenus are your main centers for knowledge than they will be the ones to inquire about from you." The only thing that might put lesser men at unrest was her expression never shifted or changed as she turned her calculating eyes to the two men that showed signs of authority.

"I am.J Her volume matching the man in black perfectly. Of course yelling never did anyone well, so she gathered the reins of her sted and began her walk over the ground to bring herself closer.

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Sted'ara ignored the man in black as she lead the way from the clearing and toward the ever growing usy stalls and shops of this forgein town. If she had stopped to look she might have some chose words to say about those men as they would be lovely companions.

"Where do you want to go first?" Her voice was quick to reveal the growing excitment. Her question directed at Kalo.

Even as they passed by one of the buildings, she took noticed of the beautiful animal that appeared to be owned by the woman next to it. Shifting her halbred to the side furthest from the set. She began a slow approach towards them to allow a chance to judge the east's reaction. Her mysterious blood boiling inside and her postion set as a predator as a result. One thing she can not help.

"Kalo? Do you think the animals are different here than back home?" Her voice gentle aas if she was talking to a child.

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[COLOR="#B22222"]Thel kept pace with Augusta as she made her way towards the guards. His mind was churning at the possiblities, for with a group this size where would be the best way to lead them? He could lead them back across the desert, and to the sea and head for Isreyrl, but going back to his place of birth a town known as Patia. He had heard stories that it had been captured by a devil.

“And now the city shows its hand” He muttered under his breath.

He would wait for this conversation to be over, but he stood ready to intercept anything coming from the city guards. He wanted whatever pay he could get from his woman, an no-one was going to stop him.
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[COLOR="#0000CD"]Both set of eyes flicked as the voice came forth from the group. The identification of a female came as no shock, for they too were ruled by a Queen. As the steed came forth, James was quickly put on edge. Dressed in full black armor, his hand quickly went to the hilt of his blade the rested upon his back. While he wouldn't withdraw it, there was obvious tension and distress clearly written on his face as he watched the woman approach. A voice right next to James would call out softly, only audible for the companion as the new comer approached.[/COLOR]

[B]"Calm yourself James, unhand your weapon before you cause escalation."[/B]

[COLOR="#0000CD"]Taking in a deep breath, James relinquished the hold on his weapon as the before the woman fully stopped. While the hand released the weapon, his tense demeanor never shifted. Unlike Leo who was relaxed, as much as could be while bandaged up, James continued to remain hyper-vigilant. It seemed that the situation hadn't bothered Leo as much as James. Leo still felt in control, for defensive measures were already in place to deal with this individuals if need be. Regardless of it all, once the female before them would stop, James would speak forth once more.[/COLOR]

[B]"Welcome to Orisia's city of Morgana. State your name, title, where you've come from, and your business here."[/B][COLOR="#0000CD"] It was straight to business for them. The faster they could figure out the whereabouts of these individuals, the faster everyone could be on their way. Surly everyone could appreciate that. None the less, the two stood strong as they awaited for an answer.[/COLOR] Edited by Ayden
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[FONT=Garamond][COLOR="#008080"][box]Dollya DuGrace[/box]

Fortunately she had gone overlooked though she had not made a conscious attempt to hide herself. But this allowed her more of a chance to continue observing the behavior of her Lord Knight, without all the fuss of having to control the emotions that a mere look from him could produce in her breast. In the end it was better to allow him to continue his work without pestering him. Turning her attention to Pepper she smiled, somewhat weakly, but genuinely nonetheless. Stroking the magnificent creature’s cheek, then forehead, Dollya clicked her tongue and pulled softly on the mare’s reigns. Obediently Pepper followed, offering only a little snort of annoyance at the odd sensation of the brand new shoes on the bottom of her hooves.

“That’s a good girl—let’s go break those shoes in,” said the blue eyed woman. Once she had lead Pepper out of the small corral and onto the cobble stone street she carefully mounted. A light squeeze of her thighs and legs made the mild-tempered mare lurch forward at a slow pace in the opposite direction of all the commotion, toward the city gates.
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