Take Back the Crown


"My dear." Svetlana calmly rose, but deep angry magic emmenated from her, she wore a smile and if not for her intense aura, no one would be the wiser of her wrath. "Only heathens threaten children to gain information." She stepped off the wagon, her fist clenched and glowing. "We are only passing through this forest toward a greater destination, and we've not been through this way before, nor do we have any associations with your tribe... If you know what's best for you, I'd suggest you go back where you came from. That, or I'll forcibly cast you back. Which, I should mention, when I say 'cast,' I mean I'll throw you back in several pieces."


Svetlana turned her head to Yaroslav who was just as angry, but far more expressive about it. She pulled the princess off the assailant, "Yaro, be a dear." She said to her grandson. Yaroslav jerked the strange woman off the ground and then against the wagon, magic burst from his palm as he used it to pin her in place. As long as he didn't run out of mana, and he could stay focused, or perhaps if she was stronger in the arcane arts (which he highly doubted), he was confident she would stay put under such pressure.


Svetlana sat on the back of the wagon with the princess and used her magic to seal the wound, though it would leave a scar. She glanced up at the woman in silence, glaring for a moment before speaking. "Now I'll be the one to threaten and interrogate." She said sweetly, "Tell us the whole story, and explain how we could possibly be involved. Answer quickly, or my grandson will crush your head."
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Nameen's fingers brushed the sword hilt before her hand fell back to its place at her side. She stalked up to where the scene was unfolding, and took her place several paces behind where the stranger lay under the looming gazes of the old woman and her grandson.


Nameen cast a bitter glare down at the prince's assailant, her scarred face looking even more intimidating to the captured girl.
 
Now everyone was getting up in this girl's face. There was no mercy, apparently. Yaro and his grandmother meant business, and so did... everyone else. Just be ready if you're needed. Speaking of which, someone should probably check on the poor boy and the princess, now that the attacker was contained. Bo quickly made his way over to them, asking quietly. "You guys alright?"
 
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Valeiah had to hold back the urge to spit on the guy holding her down. And by holding back her urge... Yeah she totally spit on him. "The last people who made their way through here decided to stop by and have a little feast. On my neighbors and family."
 
Lucas sat frozen, hand still in the bag. It had been a bit of a shock to have been attacked so suddenly and ruthlessly. He recalled what the old woman had told him, 'people will underestimate you for your height and age'. Well, his attacker certainly hadn't underestimated him, he did nothing, even with his new weapon, and his sister had to save him yet again. Stupid sister.


He was broken out of his pit of self pity when a giant, terrifying man with a huge scar came up to him. He reached towards his new weapon, not ready to make the same mistake as last time, but the man simply asked if he was ok. Surprised, Lucas let out a squeak.


"Oh, uh, I'm fine. Thank you sir," maybe this man wasn't so bad after. While he certainly hadn't forgotten the voice in the bad, and he kept that a bad held close, he was very intrigued by this new man as well. He looked cool. And his attacker too. He looked down to where she was being held. It looked very uncomfortable, and she was saying horrible things about her home and family. Although, while Lucas was sorry for her, he was also scared.
 
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"Prince Lucas!" Ayda called out to the young boy, pulling him back and away from the others slightly, with a worried yet seething expression, a rare change from her blank and empty one.


"Are you ok? Did that person harm you? How dare they threaten a child! Those that threaten or harm children are worse than trash!" Ayda said angrily, dark brown eyes glaring angrily at the woman who dared to try to use Lucas as a hostage.


"Never mind that, Prince Lucas. Are you hurt anywhere?! I'm so sorry for not protecting you." Ayda fussed over Lucas, checking him over multiple times for any injuries.


@Lo Alyssa @A Simple Egg
 

As this chaos broke loose upon the band of travelers - and then was quickly put under control - a powerful gust of wind blew past them, centered upon the path that they were taking. As quickly as it came, it had disappeared, leaving only the creaking branches and rustling leaves as any evidence that it had been there at all.

Shortly after, a flash of fair, blue tinted skin is easily spotted from behind the treeline. The woman was obviously making no effort to hide herself as she was practically in plain view. It didn't help that she had several striking features that made stealth an unlikely option for her, not to mention her staff with a brilliant gemstone within its grasp - very difficult to hide that.

As she made her way quietly to the back of the line-up, those who are watching notice that her feet do not touch the ground. The strange woman hovered a few inches from the ground and the air shifts around her, carrying her gently. This was made much more obvious by the leaves and bushes moving around her as she floats past.

She floated in silence to the back of the line-up, keeping a small, but unthreatening distance away and watched. The woman looked almost uninterested in the events unfolding before her, or she seemed uninterested in interfering at the very least. Content to observe the group in plain sight, she settled her feet to the ground, the wind around her dissipating. Although the wind surrounding her had gone, her hair appeared to be in a constant state of movement, as though a gentle breeze was always blowing through it. An air of haughty elegance surrounds her, giving the impression that she thought herself above those gathered here.

(Sorry for the horrible formatting. Going fast since I'm at work. I swear I'm a better writer most days.)​
 
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Oceana watched as the group took down the young woman. She was surprised by the princess's quick thinking and strength.


I'm sure if I had a sibling I would have done a similar thing.


She relaxed a fraction. Still watching the woman, and the hawk in front of her, closely. No doubt after this ordeal she would have to explain herself.


She sighed


Being social was not her strong suit
 
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Well, back in the wagon I go, thought the stone imp as the boy @A Simple Egg dropped him back into the pile of supplies, before they both could actually have a good look at one another.


The attacker @Danika was immediately taken down by the princess @Queen of Fantasy Which surprised the stone imp.


Hmm... Interesting. This royal blood is quite the fighter; not may of her class are. They usually have subjects to do the fighting for them. Good thing the boy is safe. If this is the start of their journey then it is going to be a difficult one. Too bad I'm back among the supplies. However, it's for the best. I must not interfere. Remain a statue Pip. The master would have been displeased if I had done something to help the boy. Just observe and keep a record of the party. Once the End of days comes into fruition, I will be free of my task. Patience... I have never been noticed as anything but an inanimate object from the moment I was sculpted on this earth. Why fail now?!
 
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Svetlana and Yaroslav would have taken notice of this strange new visitor, but their focus was elsewhere. Svetlana clicked her tongue, "Do we look like cannibals to you?" She asked with a chuckle, "It is a shame about your family, but we aren't responsible and it was very brash on your part to assume we meant ill will. To prove we mean no harm..." She said, and then looked to Yaroslav. He growled, but lowered his hand, releasing her from his grip. If she made any sudden or aggressive moves, he would not hesitate to lop her head clean off. He kept his hands on his axes, his muscles tense, ready to jump into action to defend his fellow comrades. Both Svetlana and Yaroslav's eyes smoldered with fury, but they kept it under a lid for the time being. Svetlana was far better at containing her emotions and keeping a clear head when put under stressful situations in comparison to her grandson, but he tried.


"Now, what is your name?" She asked, "My name is Svetlana. This young one you attacked here is Lucas, and this is Lucasta." She said gesturing to them both, "In your ignorant and misplaced anger, you attacked the heirs to the the throne of Algoran... Well? What say you? Speak up."
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"No, you don't look like cannibals, but they didn't either. I'm not apologizing. It may have been a brash decision, but I don't regret it." She said. "I'm Valeiah Cermish.."
 
Svetlana's eyes flashed, "You won't apologize for attacking an innocent group of travelers? Not making a very good impression, dear." She said sliding off the wagon and slowly walking towards her, "I don't like you. Now that you know the truth, get your sorry hide out of here. Unless, you have something else to say, but I suggest you choose your words wisely, otherwise I might rip out your tongue." The air prickled with energy as she emphasized her threat. She would not be taken lightly.

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"Ah, that's good." The boy was safe and quickly whisked away by a girl who began to fuss over him. Svetlana had healed Lucasta's wound, and the interrogation seemed to be going smoothly. It was being dealt with, and quickly.


But honestly, Bo just wanted this Valeiah girl to get out of there. He really didn't want to see anyone's tongue get ripped off today. And if this kid got out of the way then maybe they could deal with the windy floating shadowy figure who was coming their way as well. She was magical - that much was obvious. If she wasn't floating her outfit would've given it away anyway. Normal people don't carry staffs with shiny stones.


Slipping away from the group, as the princess's attentions seemed to be on the attacker, he began to walk up to the floating lady. "Enjoying the show?" He asked, hoping that maybe she'd be more reasonable than the girl who attacked on a whim. She didn't seem a threat, but for all he knew, she could just be waiting for the right moment to do something... well, bad.


@TeeKay
 
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"Good, now I know we're on the same foot here. Both not liking each other." Valeiah spat the words at her. "You know, why don't you rip out my tongue? And my skull off my neck while you're at it? That sounds enjoyable. Well, probably for me and you."
 

Odd colored eyes focused on the man who approached her and there is definitely a sparkle of interest as she sets her gaze on him. He was tall. Really tall. Phaedra couldn't help but ponder why he was so tall. The mix matched group before her intrigued her like nothing else has in a very long time - at least for her relatively short life thus far - and he proved to be no exception.

Even still, the spark was gone as she quickly regained control over her expressions. She lowered her lids slightly, turning her nose up at the man.. As much as she could, considering her height in comparison to him. He dwarfed her, with her standing just below his chest. Her cheeks flushed faintly - how embarrassing. How does one act above another when they can't even look them in the eyes without hovering above the ground a few inches first? She decided to abandon the "high and mighty" act in this particular situation.

"Mm.. Yes. The girl is stupid. I can feel that woman's power from here."

There. She would simply act high and mighty towards someone else.

@soundofmind
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Lucasta rubbed her newly healed hand, listening in on the conversation. She glanced over at Lucas and gave him a quick hug, and kissing his forehead. "I'll be back." She whispered, then without hesitation, calmly yet quickly strode toward Valeiah. As soon as she was within reach, she raised her fist and clobbered her jaw with a mighty 'thud'. She snatched her collar with her white knuckled hands and yanked her close.


"That was for my brother." She said through gritted teeth. "Now that's finished, leave." She commanded. "We are not here to 'eat' anyone. We are not cannibals, we did not intend any harm until you intervened with our travels. This group that I am leading are here to save Algoran. You could have possibly ruined the entire quest. I suggest you leave quickly."


She swung on her heel after releasing her collar, her fist covered red from the blow. She stood side by side with Svetlana who was chuckling to herself at the sudden outburst of violence.
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Valeiah rubbed her jaw, where she could already feel a bruise forming. "Thanks for the gift. I'll cherish this bruise for a while. I've just been punched by a princess." She put her hands under her chin and batted her eyelashes as she said it. "What an honor."
 
Bo nodded with understanding, grinning slightly at the woman's brief assessment of the situation. When she put it that way, it was kind of comical. "Yeah. That's Svetlana. She's very powerful." That much he could deduce very quickly. He paused for a moment, watching Lucasta clock the girl in the face. Ouch. That would leave a mark.


"So... you got a name?" He smiled down at her, amused that she was observing so casually. "I'm Bo."


@TeeKay
 
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"Svetlana.."

Phaedra repeated slowly. It wasn't out of difficulty for pronouncing the name, but rather to make sure she saved it in her memory. She would make sure to regard the older woman with respect. She knew very well not to incite the wrath of powerful spellcasters.

Phaedra pondered briefly as to the heritage of the girl to have white hair, or if it was natural for her family. Seeing the white-haired young woman punch the other one amused her and she chuckled.

"She deserved that."

When the man named Bo asked her name, she seemed caught off guard for a moment. A slip in her cool-headed facade and she was found looking up at him like a deer caught in the torchlight. Phaedra did her best to recover, but she was secretly thrilled to be talking to another person so casually. She admired Bo's relaxed nature.

"My name is Phaedra."

Though she tried to keep it brief, a hint of her excitement definitely showed through this time.

@soundofmind
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"Shall we go on over? I am willing to reveal myself" Oceana said to the hawk across from her grudgingly. She strapped her bow back on to her back.


" I promise I mean no harm"


She leapt to the ground and held out her arm, leather gauntlet shining.


@L1d1ja
 
Thora remained near the back of the group. The violence that had unfolded before her made her very nervous and uncomfortable. She did not think that the group would be attacked so soon. If that had been the case, then there was a much larger chance she wouldn't have joined the princess's crew in the first place. Thora debated leaving while everyone was distracted but she felt indebted for the horse. So she would either need to ditch the horse and the crew traveling to the mountains (well, more or less that's where they were headed) or remain with them until she reached her destination.


As much as she hated the violence and the early arrival of danger, she opted to stay with the group until she could leave them for the mountains. As much as the thrill of adventure called to her, she had quickly decided that it wasn't worth this. Not if she was going to be in this much danger already.
 
Lucas grimaced twice; the first time from embarrassment when he was hugged and kissed, although after the shock he had had it wasn't too bad, almost welcome; and the second when his sister clocked his attacker in the face. Ouch.


His feelings about the woman were mixed, one one hand she had lost everyone but on the other, not only had she attacked him, directly too, but she was a total jerk, a word he had heard some older kids using. His sister berated for using it too, which is why he did, just not to her face. Anyway, he knew he had to take charge.


"You're a bit of a meanie you know, you should stop," he told the lady from the safety of his wagon and those around him.
 
Dorian hopped off his perch and landed on the elves arm. 'You didn't pick your timing to show yourself quite right. The group has just been attacked by someone, they might be rather distrustful.' He sent to her, his tone between mocking and indifferent, before flying off to perch on Garretts shoulder and to tell him his assessment of the elf.





@OlKaJa77
 
"Well, Phaedra, you've come at an interesting time. You see, we're all here with Lucasta, you know, the princess of Algoran. She's the white haired woman who just punched that girl." He pointed to the princess with a wave of his hand as he continued to explain, assuming Phaedra knew nothing of all of this, besides what she'd observed. "I guess you could say that explains the large, diverse group of people you see here. That's also why everyone was so quick to get Lucasta and her brother safe."


He paused for a moment, figuring he didn't need to, and probably shouldn't, explain every little detail. It looked like little Lucas was speaking up now...


He gave Phaedra a not-fully-confident half grin, shrugging. "We're, uh... ultimately, aiming to take Algoran back." That was, really, the big picture, wasn't it?





@TeeKay
 

Phaedra couldn't hide her surprise. She genuinely hadn't expected to find the princess, but she supposed that she should have considered the possibility when she heard the rumors during her travel - she was under the impression that the whole royal line had perished during the initial invasion. Perhaps the spark of hope for the danger and excitement that traveling with the princess to secure the throne would bring was what brought her here in the first place. Off that train of thought, her previous thought evolved - now she was interested in knowing who in the royal bloodline was responsible for that silvery-white hair Lucasta had, now knowing her identity. What a curious thing!

"Then it appears you are correct. My timing is.. interesting, to say the least. Suboptimal, would likely be the best word. However, it is good fortune to see the rumors are true."

She gave a sigh and frowned, continuing. She found it difficult to be as abrupt as she would normally like with Bo. He was remarkably easy to talk to, but she didn't let this stop the distrust she was beginning to feel.

"Introducing myself at this time as an ally would not likely be taken with full confidence. So why are you so friendly to a stranger after what occurred before my arrival?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly at Bo, somewhat suspicious of his intentions. Phaedra was now under the impression that maybe he was too relaxed. A gut feeling rising up within her told her it was nothing to be concerned with, but her "logical mind" would have none of that intuition nonsense, resulting in something of an internal power struggle.

Phaedra felt somewhat confident in her decision to not immediately interact with the whole group, at the very least. Watching from this distance in the open - though rather close - was probably the least threatening gesture she could show.

@soundofmind
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