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The bugbears tensed up as they realized their mistake. Before they could turn tail and flee, though, one of them yelped and ducked, and as the bugbear looked up, he saw his fellow bugbear's head fell from its shoulders. 


"P...Pyathgar!!" he shouted in horror, suddenly filled with rage. With a loud, voice cracking scream, he brought up his morningstar again, striking at Dread's chest.


A goblin swung at Lenelia, who deflected the blow with his shield. Retailation was swift, as he thrust the rapier through the Goblin's eye, being met only with a twitch. The last of the goblins leapt onto Lenelia's back, trying to bring its hands around his neck.


"I know you Goblins stink, but you? You should be ashamed of soiling yourself at a time like this!" Lenelia's venomous words cut deep into the Goblin's mind, its face seemed to hold back tears as a stream of blood ran from its nose. As it lost focus, Lenelia slung the goblin from his back and pierced its heart. With a single breath, he turned to Dread.. he looked angry; which was saying quite a bit, since he was a golem and couldn't display emotion as accurately as a person could. That poor, poor bugbear...


The coachman tensed up as he heard Dread get angry. Understanding from earlier that the metal man got furious in battle, he moved the horses and himself further away from the fray. Now Lenelia was closer than he was...
 
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Dreadnought's speech falls away, replaced with only grunts and snarls as takes the attack directly to the chest, not even attempting to move, showing the bugbear his second - and last mistake - not hitting the autonomous giant hard enough to fell him. Dreadnought then brings his poleaxe around again, aiming to bisect the bugbear with one fell swoop, his intense eye staring deep into the eyes of his foe with mindless fury.
 
There wasn't a sound, except the tearing of flesh and the crunch of bone and metal as the bugbear was split in two. In what seemed like less than a minute, the goblin raiding party and their Owlbear were decimated. Now it was just Lenelia and Dread in the same vicinity, for the coachman had gained enough distance, roughly 120 feet. Lenelia sheathed his rapier, though he kept his shield gripped. He had a bad feeling.


"Excellent, show, Dread!"  he spoke.. wondering if the berserk golem would calm after such bloodlust. Instinct told the bard to acquire some distance... but for whatever reason, his legs were froze in place.
 
Cecile's blue eyes widened in apprehension as Lance laid out his ideas for getting people across-- starting with her. Cecile knew that she would not be stepping across first. She would not. She was the princess?! 


The Rose princess released her hold on Lance's arm and took a step away from him, giving him an appalled stare as she did so. Surely she would not go first. She was ready to argue when Aizen spoke up. Being an unusual way to address royalty, it seemed to draw their attention. 


Cecile was unbothered though. She chimed in behind Aizen, "yeah, why do you want me to go first?" 


She then looked to Oromis as he offered his opinion. Her eyes moved ahead to the marsh as he spoke; she was questioning whether she could carry other beings on her broomstick. The broomstick was essentially a stave after all, and it made it seem to Cecile that carrying additional weight would require a significant amount of focus, that word Oromis loved. 


Unwilling to reveal her weakness, Cecile strode over to where Aizen was just preparing to take his first step across the daunting bridge. "It's no matter...", she said, rubbing a hand gently across Aizen's shoulder, "I have a loyal, trustworthy knight brave enough to go forward". Cecile leaned in and quickly gave the halfling a peck on the cheek, something highly unusual for a princess and a goblin.She took a step back to better watch him proceed. 


The wind blew and the bridge swayed,  back and forth...


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Dreadnought stared at Lenelia a moment before beginning to advance towards the bard, grumbling with an intimidating snarl, dragging his blood-soaked weapon behind him, his eye still shining with a deeper gaze, like a predator looking upon a lamb.
 
Truly he was a fearsome sight. As much as Lenelia wanted to run, something spurred him not to. Maybe it was his ego, or perhaps a death wish, but rather than flee, the Half elf approached the angry golem. He was almost within arm's reach, when he motioned his hand for dread to stop. All the color and emotion fled from Lenelia as he spoke his next words, firmly, but without hostility.


"Dread. The battle is over. Calm your fighting spirit." With his eyes glued to the blood soaked axe, he waited to see if his words, his bodily language, even.. would have any effect.


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Dreadnought growled deeply before the deep crimson glow in his eye dimmed to a softer red glow and he shook himself, grunting. He seems to sigh, free from the clutches of fury, and picks up his weapon from its drag against the ground. "Ugh... Never a good time when that happens."
 
A wave of relief struck Lenelia as Dreadnought came back to his senses. The bard's posture relaxed, and he motioned for the Coachman that all was well. The Coachman looked over and saw that the metal man wasn't ripping and tearing anymore.. good enough for him. The horses returned to the dirt road, and Lenelia climbed back aboard, cleaning the blood from his rapier.


"It seems like it. You decimated an Owlbear and two Bugbears in the time it took me to kill three goblins." true, they had killed three each in close combat, but the creatures Dread fought were far more powerful. Lenelia didn't count the Goblin shot from afar as they rushed the transport.


"You give off a much more dangerous vibe after something scrapes past that steel exterior.. you said Healing magics don't work on you, right?" Lenelia drifted on the things Dread had said to him, before. Berserking upon damage. Called a warforged. Millenia old, and unstable. Somewhere in there he felt like he said something about magic. Which left an unspoken question in the Bard's mind: how did he repair himself?


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Dreadnought looks down at the gashes in the metal armor over his calves and hums to himself. "Right. Most kinds don't. Only thing that can is a very specific spell called "Goodberry". Druids know it. It's difficult to learn. It's the only thing that still works." he replies, climbing back into the carriage, settling back down onto the floor.
 
Mizuki would just take Klaus's chin, his question bringing her out of deep thought. "Oh Klaus, I would love too! You just know how to say the sweetest things, don't you? Maybe I can show you a few of my....special tricks. " She said, as she walked to where Klaus had the body, a casual sway in her hips as she passed him. She found herself more and more intrigued by the doctor, and wanted to see more. But for now, business first, pleasure later.


Lanister would look down at the marshland below, before snapping his fingers. "If you can control yourself, Cecile....I actually have a way to make this simple AND practice your magic at the same time. King Oromis, would mind assisting her?" Lanister said, before looking towards Aizen and Yoren. "Master. Aizen. Follow my lead. " Lanister said, before looking towards Cecile and smiling. She would love a small display of magical prowess, as the girl was always keen to learn more.


Lanister would then walk towards the bridge, and sigh, as he held out his bare hands (no wand or anything) as they would see the water begin to rise. Forming under a segment of the bridge, Lanister would then slap his hands together, as the water would.....freeze right under the bridge, forming a columnr (think a marble column, just ice). Lanister had made the ice act as a makeshift support for it. Lanister would then open his eyes, and look towards the group "That won't hold for long, but it should hold long enough for us to cross. Now, King Oromis and Cecile, after you?" He asked. The reason being, to keep Cecile quiet and so that magic spent was shared. It would take Lanister a bit to recover the magic used if he made all of the columns, but if they shared the burden, it would take less time for everyone.


Natha would take the blade, and head over to the local smithy. After receiving permission to work on the blade (under supervision), Natha would walk towards the forge proper. It was an outdoor one, but it was spacious. It would suit his needs perfectly. " Work on the blade, but do not tamper the balance in it....simple." He said, before reaching into his bag, and pulling out his Mithril hammer, a priceless artifact of his. Instead of using the Forge itself, Natha would begin...heating the blade with fire magic. The fire he used was the color blue, and his eyes held a focus not seen before on him.


Then, he began to work his art.


Natha brought down the hammer on the piece, and a small magical wave pulsed off of him. Magic infused weapons were the pinnacle of mage-craft, and they would serve Maeve well. An hour would pass, and as he carefully handled the blade, he gained a small group of onlookers. Despite this, Natha continued on his work until finally, his focus on his craft almost like he cut out the world around him. He would then begin the last stage: The Rune inscribing. It was one of the most personal acts that a Forge-Master could do, but Natha felt Maeve deserved his trust. Taking a fragment of his own magical energy, he began converting it into energy in the blade, before.....lighting would shoot from his hand, slowly etching onto the blade, inscribing the magical runes.


Natha would then think of a personal touch, before adding one last thing onto the blade.


Inscribed onto the gleaming Metal was words written in Alethean, but he had no doubt Kalamitat would be able to translate them. They were as much as question as a statement about the person who wielded the blade. "Fight or Defend" Would Maeve fight for what she believed in, or would she defend her values? A question Natha often asked himself, as they often did not hold the same answers, now it was time for Maeve to seek that very answer. Natha would then wait at the Smithy for Maeve, as he'd need her for the final touch. Natha would hold the blade up in the air, earning awe's of wonder as the now-glowing blade shone in the light, the runes giving off a faint glow.


"IT is more than a simple weapon of war, Lady Prudence, that blade may be the last thing we need." Chalondra said


Yaro would look over towards her. "What are you saying? What could be so important about the demon blade?"


Chalondra would look towards the two, before speaking. "Muramasa was placed in that blade, after an Alethean destroyed her physical body. However, she still holds the power of all the souls who have taken her up, and thus may just be powerful enough." She  said to them.


Yaro would then just begin to get irritated. "Powerful enough for what?! What would she be able to do?!"


"Sire....She may just be able to give us access to Alethea. "


At this, Yaro felt his eyes grow wide, and he looked towards Prudence. Prudence had been looking for a way into Alethea for awhile now, Yaro knew this now, but it wasn't that, that made his eyes widen. It was the fact that the very thing Prudence was looking for, the very key to Alethea she sought, was with Troy the whole entire time.....and not only that, but Prudence herself GAVE Troy the damned thing. So, in essence, What Prudence was looking for was under her nose the entire time, and she just gave it away without a thought.....


Man, talk about Irony.


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Klaus lead her to the basement of the home. Down a set of stairs, where the light was dim and made it hard to see. Klaus had a quick and cheap remedy for this, however. With a single magic spark and a snap of his fingers, a white orb of light appeared near the roof of the basement, illuminating it efficiently, though everything seemed to cast an absurdly long shadow. 


In the middle of the room, gagged and bound to a chair, was a middle aged man, clearly panicking at the sight of the Doctor.


"I found him about 20 days ago, skulking through the streets. I brought him here since he was making a nuisance of himsef; masquerading as one of those silly Wilting Rose goons and extorting the commoners for money. In actuality, his name is Cleveland, he's single, never been married, and in his spare time he writes erotic fiction about the late Queen Kuvira." As he spoke, Heinrich undid the gag around his mouth, and Cleveland started gasping for air. 


"How!? How the hell do you know all that!?" Cleveland shouted in shocked disbelief. To this, Heinrich merely laughed, leaning against the wall near a rusted meat hook and several bottles of mead.


"Oh dear, dear Cleveland. You can't hide anything from me. Hey, hey.. watch this." Heinrich snapped his fingers again, carrying a slight echo as Cleveland's head became enveloped in a wispy blue aura. After he saw it, Heinrich uttered a single word.


"Laugh." at this, the restrained Cleveland began to laugh uncontrollably, rocking back and fourth in his chair. Once his laughing fit ended, he looked up at the two, Heinrich staring back smugly. 


"Weak people like you, I can control, and command. But that's not what I'm here for, Cleveland, no no. My friend here is going to slowly, painfully assure youve got your path to the afterlife set. Right, Mizuki?"


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At the mention of Druids, Lenelia sighed, shaking his head. 


"Never liked Druids all that much. Their villages are small, claustrophobic, and really hard to find. I would know; I spent my childhood days in a Druid village." With a deep breath, he calmed himself, looking back at Dread. Maybe I shoulda picked up that Goodberry spell before I left."


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Aizen nodded as he stood by Lanister's side. He held his arms out, wandless, but uttering words of power, and soon, they had frozen the swampwater over and formed a support for the rickety bridge. Aizen looked upon it, and saw no further reason to be hesitant. He began to walk across, fear absent from his mind.


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Yoren would follow suit, quickly creating the column with hands raised and several muttered words. But, if one were to look at his column, they would find that it was far weaker then those of his students, with it having only been partially frozen, and already beginning to crack. It would seem as if the master was not much of a mage anymore, if he ever was skilled at mage-craft to begin with. If anyone was to look at him, they would see a shadow of shame cast over Yoren's face. It was obvious that he had not wanted anyone to know of his lack of magical skill.


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Two strangers would join the crowd forming around the smithy where Natha was working his skill. One, a handsome man built like a bear with hair the color of chestnuts, wearing the arms and armor of a knight, yet appeared to have had catacts formed over his eyes. The second stranger was a beautiful maiden with tawny hair and eyes the color of the purest steel, armed with a recurve bow and clothed in leather and hide. When the crowd began to awe in wonder at the runes enscribed in the blade, the maiden would describe the blade and the runes enscribed onto it to the blind knight. Nodding, the knight would whisper something to the maiden, before they would slowly proceed forward towadds the smithy, and bring themselves ever closer to the half-breed prince.


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Mizuki would smile, as she sat down...her stacks of medical books. "If you want, Mister Klaus, feel free to look through my books. I wrote each of them, each one detailing everything from medical practice, torture, and various effects certain plants have on the body. "She said to him, which (though only Ferris knew this) was a sign of ultimate trust and respect from Mizuki. She almost NEVER let anyone touch her tomes, the only person she did was Ferris, and that was because she was her sister. "This is VERY important research, so please handle with care."


Mizuki would then walk towards the male, as she'd take her tools out, before lighting a small candle near her work-set. Out of all the fancy tools she had, she pulled out....a set of needles. She would set them down, before cleaning them off, and then going back into her chest. She would then proceed to pull out several bottles of various plant extract. One bottle, however, she would quickly pick up, briefly showing the poison to Klaus. "Rare Home-made Poison, took me almost ten years to perfect. Maybe one day, I'll show you what it can do...." She said, winking, before going back to work.


She would then place one of the needles into a different bottle bottle, before ripping open the man's shirt, and jabbing It right below the right upper part of his chest. Soon, the veins would turn black, the skin turned red, and it would feel to the man as if he was being touched by death itself. "Huh......Now THERE is something I've never seen from the Nightshade and Mercury combination....It must be an allergic reaction....interesting. "She said, before opening one of the tomes, and scribbling in it, obviously now absorbed In her research.


This would be a fun day...


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"I'm sure with some time, you'll figure it out." Dreadnought replies, holding his chin contemplatively, his red eye dark, as though it were closed. His eye then lights up a few moments later. The only real benefit it would have is getting me back on my feet if I ever get knocked down. But that hasn't happened to me in almost... I can't remember, but at least a few centuries."
 
South Yunakai--



Sir Edwin noticed the struggling Wilting Rose leader before it seemed anyone else had. He raised an eyebrow curiously as the elder cast his ice spell, producing a frozen column that quickly moistened somewhat into liquid and cracked. This was the powerful Master Yoren? he wondered. He had only caught a glimpse of the old man's embarrassed expression, and pretended not to notice; he was unwilling to further humiliate this man. Ignoring his noticeable weaknes, he stepped foward to produce his own, much sturdier pillar of ice to support the bridge. He began to proceed over its surface, leaving Yoren to struggle with his own and choosing not to acklowledge it. 


It was Cecile who took a more obvious notice of Yoren and his predicament. She couldnt help but stare at the crackling ice and truthfully it made the princess sorry for him. She was much more understanding of weakness than Edwin... 


The girl went over to where Yoren was twiddling with his magic and cast her own spell. Using her wand, Cecile produced a frozen blast that coated the column in a sparklight light. It mended the cracks and strengthened Yoren's ice column, finishing the job. 


"I can't make my own columns yet", she said to him, but she could strengthen his. She knew what it was like to be the weakest link. 


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Lanister would look towards Yoren, and send an appreciative glance towards Cecile. He respected his master greatly, he was the one who taught him everything from Strategy to combat, but he knew Magic wasn't the easiest thing to control. As you grew older, and your mind began to weaken, magic would be harder and harder to manage. Lanister would then press his hands together, as he would raise another column, sighing as he felt his own energy began to be expended. In truth, it was relaxing to him to have his abilities tested.


Natha was still waiting for Maeve, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Placing the sword back in it's hilt to cool, Natha would reflexively take an arrow from outside his quiver, and twirl it in his grip. He would then speak, as carefully as he could ."Not many would walk up to me, for they more admire my craft then myself...Can I help you two with something?" He spoke, his accent present.


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Lance frowned, under attack from both parties it seemed. "Unfair," he muttered, but when Lanister suggested a much better idea he nodded in agreement, even if it did kinda go against his previous preaching of 'no magic.' But hey, safety first. Except Lance was a horrible magic caster and would probably pass out from a daunting migraine if he even tried to do that. Embarrassing, how he was the only one in the group with no magic skill.

Lance stood there fairly awkwardly as the group began to cross with their magic, and was secretly proud of Cecile for augmenting Yoren's work. With a sigh, Lance wondered how he should cross the bridge. Out of any magic, barriers had always been his thing, and even those were iffy at best. Except maybe creating a barrier instead of a column of ice would help. It wouldn't be quite as exhausting as raising the ice, as far as he knew, but he couldn't be sure. He could give it a try, he supposed..

Before Cecile and Yoren crossed completely, Lance used the top bit of their soon-to-disappear pillars to model his barriers on for ease of creation, and tested the first plank. While his sight swam ever so slightly at first--he hadn't used magic in a long time--he managed to cross fairly well with this method, although he had a building headache by the end. He'd preferred to have just risked crossing normally, knowing how the pain would only get worse.

Shrugging and trying to not look completely helpless, Lance waited for the group to move on, feeling slightly insecure about his magical abilities; before he'd just dismissed them, and now he felt outright uncomfortable, and he berated himself for this change.

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When Maeve finished wandering, she found herself absorbed, like the rest of the crowd, in Natha's work. When he was finished, Maeve stared at the now beautiful blade. Even Kalamitat stirred to peer through her eyes, curious.

:Fight or Defend, is what it reads,: Kalamitat supplied helpfully, a strange note in its voice, before retreating again, having been unusually silent for the past few days with Natha. Maeve wondered why Natha had chosen it to carve, but decided that the runes were beautiful and the meaning was deeper than it seemed at first glance, and was more than happy with the now beautiful blade. She watched as the crowd dispersed; a couple walked up to Natha, but Maeve remained where she was, eyes fixed on the sword and the man who had revealed its true potential. 
 
"I guess just about anything can be taken down with brute force if you're built for it. Heh.. built. I am so sorry for that." Lenelia fell silent, briefly, as he picked at his lute. He seemed to be trying to find a melody.


After some time had passed, the halfblood spoke up.


"Driver. How much farther to Yunakai?"


"Oh we've been in Yunakai for a while, boy-o. You said you needed to go South, where your folks are?


"...Yeah. I guess you can drop us off at the nearest fort. We'll go on foot from there."


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Cleveland groaned in pain as he felt the needle jab him. His breathing grew fast and heavy, and with little time, he puked, coating his body and part of the floor in steaming black bile. Heinrich leaned in and picked out what seemed to be a bone of some sort...


"Oh. Oh! It's a tooth!" the doctor chuckled, showing it to Mizuki. "I think it must be an allergic reaction. Bile isn't normally black, or corrosive enough to destroy teeth. How curious.." 


Cleveland wasn't talking or groaning, anymore. The pain.. simply too much. Why wasn't he dying?


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Aizen stared at Yoren's pillar, baffled. His prowess with magic was.. less than impressive. But to have reached the rank of Master with that skill in magic.. Aizen imagined Yoren had to be a fearsome opponent in close quarters combat. The thought of age being a factor never came to mind. Granted, his own pillar looked jagged and unbalanced. He still lacked proper control. One day though, Aizen felt he could get a better grip upon it.


Now he was across.. and awaiting to follow the path to their confrontation with the Resistance.


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Dreadnought merely chuckles at the unintentional pun, continuing to look out at the intensely dark surroundings, just barely making out the rode beneath them and nothing more. He then rolls his shoulders, his body producing a series of soft clanking sounds as metallic joints ease into suppleness after a long period of motionlessness. "You know, my wife was a Bard back in the day."
 
"She was, now?" This quirked the halfblood's attention. A fellow Bard? Weavers of magical music?


"...was she better than me?" He asked, a playful smile on his face as he asked. It occured to him that Dread hadn't actually heard him play; but now was as good a time as any to show him his work. The lute was strummed harmoniously, as his voice rang in melody, the song prototype for Dreadnought the Berserker.


"Black as the night, with an eye of wrath,


The Berserker forged for war weaves a path!


tis a path paved with the bones of the dead,


whose agony souls scream the name 'Dread'.


Axe in hand, and cursed with rage,


He strikes and smites with strength betraying his age.


When his mission is done, and his body painted red,


Into peace he'll retire, the Legacy of Dread!"


the coachman parted with a sarcastic clap, as the horses stopped. They were near the closest fort, one surrounded by more forest, with the stones of long dead creature still scattered about.


"Tis where you get off, fellows."


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Dreadnought makes his way off the coach and looks to his half-elf companion, his mood audibly more friendly. "She didn't sing in a language many understood. She sang in Celestial. The words were... soft. Quiet. Motherly. I never understood what she sang about, but it always sounded like a hymn for the dead. I have an old music box of hers. I don't recognize the melody, but she always sang to it and gave it words that matched to the chimes." Dreadnought replies, his voice becoming a more somber tone, laden with the bittersweet inflections of good memories long past. He pulls out a small copper cube with four clawed legs at the bottom and a dial on the bottom. He winds it up and presses the dial in, causing it to quietly chime its song for the two of them. It was a sweet medley, but seemingly filled with solemnity.
 
Yoren would look down at the young girl, expression softening as he saw what she did. "Thank you, princess." He thanked her, saying nothing else. He would proceed forward, clapping a hand on Aizens shoulder as he would rapidly proceed to the head of the group. Yoren had never been skilled with magic, even as a young boy. He had always been told by his own master, a man long dead for over fifty years, that some folk from the northern foothills of Rose simply didn't have the right attunement to magic, nor the right blood. Though, that same blood allowed him to access abilities many had to obtain over decades of practice, more precisely, the ability to sense magic and have his senses interact with it. While seemingly useless, it was a skill most useful in tracking down mad mana users and magical beasts, including demons. Especially demons. As the Yoren would reach the other side of the bride, the wind would begin to blow in their direction, bringing with it the heavy scents of death and decay. "Hold. There's something wrong up ahead. Can smell something dead somwhear ahead of us. I suggest we stay weary from here on, until we reach safety." Yoren would say to everyone in earshot.


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The man, who upon getting closer would show to be far older than at first glance. Laugh lines creased his face, and the corners of his eyes had crows feet. Hear and there, a silver hair could be spotted in the otherwise pure brown of the mans wild hair, with the hair coming to a widows peak on his forehead. The young girl was just as beautiful up close as she was from afar, with skin as soft and white as cream, her hair straighter than the arrow the arrow the prince held in his hand. The girl would speak first, voice gilded and honeyed both. It was obvious she had made many a man fall for her. "Greetings, oh master smith," she would emphasize her words with a bow, before standing again to proceed. "My father and I wished to learn as to where you learned the secret of rune-etching, as many have considered it a nearly lost art. As far as we knew, there were only two men in all of Yunkai, both north and south, who knew that near lost art." she would explain to Natha.


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Natha would raise his eyes to the maiden and the war-weary male in front of him. While he did she her , he did not show the common signs of being smitten (though he would admit she was a very lovely young woman). This was because Natha knew first hand beauty could blind a person, as in the case of his mother who used hers to aid in Alethea's downfall. He still remained cautious of the duo, before listening to their questions. He would redraw the blade, and glanced at the carvings. He couldn't tell them where he learned it at the beginning, they'd likely call him crazy, and he couldn't lie, the young woman seemed sharp and there was more to the old man than met the eye. So, he'd have to do the next best thing.


Tell the truth, but not the whole truth. 


"I may look young, but I have roamed this world for many years...i once devoted my life towards the smithing craft.  Over the years, I've met many teachers, and my smithing skill has only increased.....For a warrior, I could make a shield, solid and true, that would withstand the full shock of a war-hammer, and for a noble, I could craft a necklace, the color of the silver moon, that held gleaming gems like the stars in the night sky." He said, keeping his eye on the blade, as he placed the arrow back in it's quiver, before looking towards Maeve, and signalling her to come over.


"Smithing is my art and honor, for a weapon is an extension of the body. It would be a personal insult to myself if I gave poor quality weapons. " He said, as he'd hand Maeve the sword. "Here, Maeve. I promised the fit would be the same, and I kept my word....I imbued it with the power lightning, not thunder. When you fuel it with your magic, you'll find the blades speed unnatural, and when it strikes against your enemies, it will be with the force of a lightning bolt....perfect for an Assassin. " Natha said, already guessing what was Maeve's profession. If Maeve would take the blade, it would feel as if the grip....molded to fit her, as if she was meant to hold the blade. The hum of magic in it would be pleasant, almost as if her blade resonated with her, which it likely did.


Natha would then take the blade, and set it down before returning to the two. "If you two have a request, I am afraid my time is limited, for I have business in the capitol. However, if it is within the appropriate time period, I shall do my best to accommodate you both. " He said, before looking towards Maeve once more. "There is, but one last piece that shall make this blade yours, Lady Maeve....A name. "He said, before turning the blade, to the un-etched surface. "A name is a personal thing, to every wielder, but if it is your request, I shall carve a name onto here."
 
South Yunakai--



The Rose Princess was happy that she could help Master Yoren; she wasn't usually able to help anyone with her magic. She followed close to Yoren as they made their way, and when the two reached the opposite end of the bridge where Lanister, Aizen, Oromis, and Edwin already were she turned back to the bridge to observe Lance cross. He was handling the situation differently from the rest, and chose to use barrier magic to support the old bridge. 


Once everyone was safely across, the journey resumed. The sun was hanging in the sky just above them, bringing with it an almost blinding light. The air was hot, and the group found that after the crossing the bridge most of the surrounding land was marsh. This was a sure sign that thr group was in the final stretch of the journey. As one travels closer to the southern coast it becomes a marshland. This is due to its shrinking proximity to the ocean. 


Cecile was inwardly agitated with all of the sunlight. She wished desperately for cloud coverage, but it seemed there would be no bursts of rain storm today. There wasn't a cloud in sight. She quickly became miserable, but knew no one would want to hear it. 


It was then Yoren came to an abrupt stop, suddenly announcing that something was amiss. Edwin laid a hand on his sword, ready to draw it in a moment's notice and began to walk in this way. Cecile became more apprehensive; unsure of what to expect ahead. As the group walked farther along the road the stench became unbearable.


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Prudence reached for a


second pastry; she was guilty of having an adamant sweet tooth. This pastry was filled with a sticky mashed blueberry filling. The witch wasn't aware of her blue mustache and lips as she finished the pastry and reached for her hot, sweet tea. She sipped at the sweet liquid as Yaro and Chalondra explained more about muramasa, eyeing another pastry as they did.


Her green eyes widened with Yaro's as they realized what power the blade could possess. After assisting Klaus they would have to retrieve Muramasa as well. 


"Yaro we must go after this blade. We can't leave it in the hands of an incompetent monarch", she said. The Rose Kingdom could pose a new threat if it held the power to break into alethea, but Prudence wouldn't rest until Alethea was under resistance control. 


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