Take Back the Crown

*snore*


Pip's ears perked up at the sound of Gore's heavy breathing. Since she had finally fallen asleep, the stone imp felt free to think, without fear of repercussions. The statue's exterior transformed into fleshy imp skin as he slowly walked towards the elder. His heavy footsteps pressed the grass down, making deep prints. Avoiding eye contacted out of respect, the stone imp sat down beside the old woman and cleared his throat. Pip, in his monotone voice, spoke to Svetlana @Lo Alyssa , "Thank you ma'am for your generous hospitality. We- ...I appreciate it tremendously..."


Pausing for a moment, the imp changed to subject, unable to tell the elder what he had originally intended to say.


"The quality of the cattails, you are preparing, look rather health for this time of the season..."


Pip let out a depressing sigh. He did not enjoy circumventing the true reason why he decided to speak with the elder but the stone imp just could not get the words out.


In a last ditch effort, Pip whispered into Svetlana's ear, "I assume you know what my companion's real agenda is..."


He hoped the others were not listening in on his conversation with the elder.
 
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"Mmhm, yes... Indeed, I do know." She said with a smile and a small chuckle, stripping one of the cattails, "But fret not, I have got my eye on her." She pointed to her wide eye, the other one slightly squinted. "But unlike the other imps I have faced, she seems to have some... hmm, let us say-- inner turmoil... or confusion." She said, putting her readied cattail into a fresh basket. "Perhaps I am wrong..." she winked at the stone imp, "but I am usually not." She added with a titter.


With her sleeves rolled up, she continued he works with the cattails in momentary silence. Eventually, she finally said, "I am quite curious Pip." She glanced over at the small and mild mannered imp, "Why would you work against your master, eh? Not that I have not seen the like before, but usually they have a reason for betraying Kvacht. Or is it that you are smart enough not to follow blindly, you sought out the truth, and found it?"


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Hjalmar was a silent thief.


But not that silent.


The forest was her domain.


Oceana heard the swish of the forest grass as he walked toward her quietly, and paused in her reconciliation with the elven gods, expecting him to speak.


But the swishing simply stopped and no voice filled the silence.


The elf sighed appreciatively, and quickly poured offering water over the seeds she had just planted alongside some deer manure from the gut of her buck.


"Grow strong." She whispered to them with a smile.


Standing up she turned to Hjalmar and smirked.


"Here to fetch me, are you?"


Cleaning her hunting knife, which she had used to dig the hole, on her armor skirt Oceana walked up to him.


Fixing her green-blue eyes on the tanned young man, her smirk turned a tiny bit more genuine. She found his presence surprisingly tolerable at the moment


"The only way to atone for a death is to help life grow."


She explained, her mouth once again divulging information and platitudes without her mind's consent.


She tried to just let it go.


"Let's go then." She said awkwardly, already walking back towards camp.


@Lo Alyssa
 
It didn't take Thora very long to prepare the lily pads and so she began to work on the cattails with Svetlana. She began to work on removing the fluffy seeds and, while doing so, nibbled on the last of the lily flowers. She missed the nymphic foods she would eat when she was younger and the water lilies brought back nostalgic memories of the flowers she and her sisters would collect and eat as they climbed tall trees and cliff-sides. Sure, she could eat 'normal' food but it just wasn't the same.


She let out a small sigh and continued working on cattails. She was probably having more fun playing with the seeds than she should (a sign that her former nymph-self was showing and not the closed off individual she shows now). That's when she noticed Valeiah awkwardly standing a bit to the side and messing with her leather. She walked over with the cattails, held them out for her to take, and motioned with her head that if Valeiah came with her she would show her how to prepare the cattails.


@Danika
 
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Pip felt more at ease once the elder began to talk with him in a congenial manner.


"Inner turmoil..." Pip repeated in a hushed whisper. "Yes... Your company unknowing caused the death of Gore's sister... A sister that she loved dearly. Now she blames all of you and will not think twice about murdering everyone that serves the Princess @Queen of Fantasy . Though she is small of stature, Gore is not harmless. With all of your collective powers you will undoubtedly defeat her... but at what cost? She cares not whether she lives or dies, as long as ONE of your party's throats is at the end of her spear. She will serve the master with her last breath... Kvacht! *sigh* Gore and the Daemon Lord are almost identical when it comes to morality. Their hate knows no bounds! They care for no one. All they wish is to destroy everything that stands in their way."


"You ask me why I seek to betray my master? I do this because he has made me no better than a slave. He created me to serve him without a thought for my own aspirations. My heart was molded out of stone by his evil hands. I am emotionless because of him! I cannot feel..."


Pip halted his tongue for a moment as his frown extended wider. If he had emotions he would have cried in agony, instead he just closed his eyes and opened them back up sluggishly.


The stone imp continued, "If she is allowed to freely roam among the group, you and your party will continue to be in grave danger! Her wound, that she foolishly inflicted on herself, will heal soon. Gore's strength will return! Nothing but her stupidity will stand in her way..."
 
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Foxrun overheard the words pip relayed to the elder. He really sounded as if he was worried. But he did have a point. An angry imp, no matter the size, has a nasty bite. He knew of many encounters with much smaller creatures, with even worse attitudes, that had caused more trouble than a human sized being could have in the same situation. "Do you think there is any hope for her to see how in the wrong she is?" He spoke up to the stone imp. "She seemed to have genuine laughs with a few of the others. Sure they jest, but there seemed to be no malice behind the harsh words." He pointed out, perplexed at the situation.


@RP Marshall
 
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Foxrun overheard the words pip relayed to the elder. He really sounded as if he was worried. But he did have a point. An angry imp, no matter the size, has a nasty bite. He knew of many encounters with much smaller creatures, with even worse attitudes, that had caused more trouble than a human sized being could have in the same situation. "Do you think there is any hope for her to see how in the wrong she is?" He spoke up to the stone imp. "She seemed to have genuine laughs with a few of the others. Sure they jest, but there seemed to be no malice behind the harsh words." He pointed out, perplexed at the situation.
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Groaning in frustration, Pip turned to Foxrun. The stone imp had wanted to keep his words from spreading amongst the group until the conversation with the elder had ended but it was bound to be overheard. Gore's terrible persona had not helped either. All of the imp captain's actions so far hinted at one thing, evil intent!


In a hushed voice, Pip said to Foxrun, "Please sir... Don't not reveal what you have just heard to the others. They already have so much to worry about, as we travel through the harsher lands ahead. However, continue to listen. You are an outsider to the group and you may bring a fresh opinion on the topic at hand."


"To answer you question, no! She is a fiend who cannot help but cause heinous crimes. There is no good in her. This is coming out of the mouth of an imp... And yes! Even I was astonished at her joyful laugh. Nevertheless, she will not change her mind. She is evil incarnate..."


{NOTE: This is just Pip's personal opinion of Gore so far. It may not necessarily turn out to be true.}


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"Do not be so close minded." Svetlana scolded, "You are an imp, are you not? And yet here you are, siding and supping with your masters enemies... Everyone, even the lowest scoundrel, is perfectly capable of change."


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Thora offered a soft smile and then began to show her how to remove the brown spindle that held all the seeds. "This is the only part you can't eat," she informed her quietly. The rest of the cattail was edible. She pointed to a basket where they could put the cleaned-up cattail parts when they were finished.


@Danika
 
Striding back into camp Oceana's keen ears overheard some of the Eildear's conversation with the other imp; the quiet, sad one.


She decided not to interrupt the surely important talking, for if the melancholic imp was talking it had to be something worth speaking about.


Instead she whipped out her knife, giving the nymph Thora and Valeiah a bit of a start as she walked past.


Smirking lightly in amusement she walked across the camp ground to a stocky pine and politely asked if she could have some of the dead branches at its base.


A light breeze blew through the copse of trees...


Causing a large, green pinecone to seemingly fly at the elf maiden.


Fortunately, elves are born to be swift and perceptive and she dodged, scowling at the tree.


Unfortunately Thora had seen the whole thing, the nymph no doubt amused at the elf's inability to communicate with foliage.


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dWhile Phaedra was ecstatic to finally see that food would be ready soon, she wasn't very familiar with the preparation of any of it. She pondered briefly on how she had survived this long without learning to cook, gaining nutrition solely through scavenging and suffocating the occasional rabbit or squirrel. At the very least, she knew how to pick ripe berries, so she sat herself by one of the baskets and began to do so as Svetlana instructed.

She felt a twinge of guilt for irritating Oceana earlier. She had known asking any questions would likely have damaged the pride of the Elf, as she was extremely sensitive to that sort of thing. Still, it couldn't have been helped. She tried to stop herself from prying, but it was hard to control the impulses she had - it was a natural lack of self control that many would never understand. It wasn't truly that she lacked self control, it was that it was painfully necessary to act on her impulses.

Phaedra briefly considered trying to explain this in her apology to Oceana, but it would likely be no use and only earn her a lecture, as it had many times in the past by others. Thoughts like this only made her miss her adoptive father more than ever before. He was the only one who understood her, and if he didn't understand, he accepted it as simply a 'feature' of her. Her heart ached once again.

Tonight - though she did taunt and play and banter freely - her mind was heavy. It was constantly being bombarded by unwanted thoughts that weighed down her mood. She was probably just tired. That had to be it. There was no other reason to be upset about the same thing over and over. She couldn't change the situation, so why did she almost obsessively go in circles on the topic the very moment she wasn't distracted?

Phaedra sighed and groaned loudly, staring intensely at the berries now, frustrated. Maybe she was just getting hangry on top of being tired. Both were no good, considering the journey ahead.

"Calm down, Phaedra." She whispered to herself, quickly getting herself back to work. "Tomorrow is another day. It won't be easier, but it will be better."​
 
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Lucasta walked over the group and sat in the area which they were preparing the cattails. Lucasta decided to be useful, and took one, peeling the brownish seeds off of it.
 
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"Perhaps that is why you have allowed Hjalmar to join the group, interesting..." the stone imp muttered as he rubbed his mossy chin. "I find the thief quite fascinating!"

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Thora stifled a laugh resulting in a slightly hidden grin. She meandered over to the elf and crossed her hands behind her back. "Do you need help?" she asked quietly but cheekily. She gingerly put her hand on the trunk of the tree and looked at Oceana.


@OlKaJa77
 
Cheeks burning with embarrassment, Oceana looked at the ground stubbornly thinking maybe the tree roots could hurl sticks at her so she could use them... Instead of simply asking for help.


This journey could take years. I'm going to need to ask for help sometime I suppose.


Looking up at the amused nymph the elf maiden blushed further, perhaps of something other than shame.


"You're surprisingly attractive when you smirk like that." She blurted.


Slamming her hands over her mouth, eyes wide and beet red from ear to ear, Oceana backed up a step and quickly tried to cover with,


"I mean only a bit more than you usually are!"


It took a lot of effort to not slap herself.


Ouch. Stuck the landing on that one, I did...


Finally covering her entire face, trying in vain to conceal herself from Thora, she cried,


"Yes I need help getting some branches to make smoking racks for the meat above the fire! Tell the treeImsorrypleasehelp..."


She then waited awkwardly for the repercussions that would surely be reaped because of her idiocy.


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Nymphs were often the subject of lust and attention (being natural flirts and all for the sole purpose of messing around with humans and other beings); Though it had been some time since Thora was in her prime, she didn't mind Oceana's awkward, yet endearing, kind words. She smiled softly and simply ran her hand down the tree's trunk. She turned to the elf and quietly stated, "All is well." And with that she took her hand from the tree and collected some of the fallen twigs and sticks from the ground. "Let us build that fire," she smiled.


@OlKaJa77
 
"A-ah... Right thank you, Miss Thora."


The elf mumbled, still quite flustered.


Stepping next to the fire, the elf plucked four forked sticks from Thora's arms and stuck them into the ground, two on each side of the fire, a foot apart.


"And this goes here..."


After the nymph had dumped the rest on the ground a few paces away, Oceana searched through them, tucking a ebony lock of hair behind one pointed ear.


"Hmmm... Ah-ha!"


Selecting two long straight branches she lay them across the fire, a bit above the flames.


Then she lay smaller twigs and sticks across those, nimbly placing them into as even a surface as possible, like a puzzle.


Then, from standing, she gracefully folded her legs down into a sitting position, and began to whittle a piece of the four deer antlers she had salvaged, waiting for dinner to go on the fire.


@Lo Alyssa
 
Lucasta smiled at Valeiah. "It's all forgiven." She replied, as she continued to work. "I'm not sure what my brother thinks about all of this though... So far many beings have tried to harm the group. I worry for him..." She mumbled.
 
"Well, he'll be a lot tougher when this is over." Valeiah said. Or dead. That was something she thought about often. There was a chance that all of them would die and they wouldn't succeed.


@Queen of Fantasy
 
Garrett did his work in complete silence as no-one was addressing him. He glared at Dorian every so often, because the second that he did something, Dorian instantly made sure that he had even more work.
 
Bo eagerly wanted to help with the preparations for dinner, since he was excited to get to the actual eating part of it. Everyone else was pretty quick to pick up the small tasks that needed to be done though, so he sat for a moment, watching and waiting to see what was left to do. It looked like most things were getting done, but he noticed that Phaedra was one of the few picking the berries, and that she looked rather agitated. Did she just not like picking berries? Eh, it was... unlikely that she was upset at the berries. There was probably something else on her mind.


He sat next to her, grabbing a berry-covered branch, and began plucking them off one by one, placing them into a basket. He was silent for a moment, letting Phaedra sit in thought for a while longer before he interrupted her focused gaze. With a small smile he briefly waved his hand a few feet from her face. "What's weighing on your mind?"



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