Fantasy The War

[Cosmo]

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Arkos stiffened at her words, he had dreaded it, but he could not fault her for commenting on it. Once again, he could not deny her question, compelled to answer by the unholy bond that extended through them, "You know why," he responded through their link. Their bond compelled him to answer, and answer truthfully, so he did. After more then a thousand years together, he had long learned how to respond to her, compelled or not, and answer with the truth, if not, the whole truth. She did indeed know why. He still loved her, even after all that had happened, and wanted her, and just as long ago, his jealousy was a large part of who he was and how he became what he became. She merely wanted to jab him, twist the knife, hear him say it which he would have to, if she ordered it.


He turned his attention to the Light Queen as she spoke, and he inclined his head slightly in her direction. It wasn't surprising she heard of him. The only person in the Kingdom whose name traveled further then his was Bellatrix. Arkos had led numerous armies in the field against theirs, he had dueled and slain many of their warriors and heroes including her grandfather. It would have been far more peculiar if she had not known his name.


As she started to pace, Arkos wanted to smile at the display of unbridled energy, wanted to, but could not. He no longer had the capability to smile. Nor frown. Part of the price he paid for his actions long ago. His hand twitched when she mentioned her grandfather and his equipment, did she not know of what became of her grandfather after he fell in battle? Did she not know he had slain him? Risen him again as a Wight and that her grandfather now served under his command? Part of the very women's force he had fought so hard and valiantly against a lifetime ago.


"No," Asavar said in reply to his queen, "The Ashbringer is in the reliquary. He could no longer wield it after becoming a Wight. A sword of such holy power can not be used by one such as us. Perhaps it could be corrupted, but I did not believe it was worth the effort. The crown... he wears it still. At your command, he would take it off. "





He didn't bother to tell her of his opinion on letting the Queen know of her grandfather's fate, she would be able to sense his feelings on the matter, his reluctance as it would surely raise many issues.


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[Graecus Scum]

Demetrius Drake


Drake stared neutrally at the man in front of him. He had heard the case, and was bored. The man, like many others, wanted Drake to turn him and allow him into the coven. For the third time, the man started to explain his reasons, voice shaking and terrified.


"Kill him and bleed him dry. He smells delicious." Drake ordered, cutting the man off. His second in command, Katara, smiled cruelly. "Kat? Make his death slow. He wasted my time and I don't appreciate that." Drake continued.


"S-sir! Please! Just give me a chance!" The man cried.


"Please? You beg me? You cowardly swine!" Drake hissed, feeling his eyes flash to red for a moment before he got his temper under control. "Now, Katara!" He snapped. Kat nodded at one of the common vampires before walking over to him.


"You're so stressed... Is there anything I can do?" She purred. He sighed.


"No. Unless you can get me some halfway decent warriors. That's who I want to turn, I'm trying to run a business here." Drake scoffed, clenching his fists.


"I'll get on it." Kat promised, disappearing in a rush of wind.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

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Arkos stiffened at her words, he had dreaded it, but he could not fault her for commenting on it. Once again, he could not deny her question, compelled to answer by the unholy bond that extended through them, "You know why," he responded through their link. Their bond compelled him to answer, and answer truthfully, so he did. After more then a thousand years together, he had long learned how to respond to her, compelled or not, and answer with the truth, if not, the whole truth. She did indeed know why. He still loved her, even after all that had happened, and wanted her, and just as long ago, his jealousy was a large part of who he was and how he became what he became. She merely wanted to jab him, twist the knife, hear him say it which he would have to, if she ordered it.


He turned his attention to the Light Queen as she spoke, and he inclined his head slightly in her direction. It wasn't surprising she heard of him. The only person in the Kingdom whose name traveled further then his was Bellatrix. Arkos had led numerous armies in the field against theirs, he had dueled and slain many of their warriors and heroes including her grandfather. It would have been far more peculiar if she had not known his name.


As she started to pace, Arkos wanted to smile at the display of unbridled energy, wanted to, but could not. He no longer had the capability to smile. Nor frown. Part of the price he paid for his actions long ago. His hand twitched when she mentioned her grandfather and his equipment, did she not know of what became of her grandfather after he fell in battle? Did she not know he had slain him? Risen him again as a Wight and that her grandfather now served under his command? Part of the very women's force he had fought so hard and valiantly against a lifetime ago.


"No," Asavar said in reply to his queen, "The Ashbringer is in the reliquary. He could no longer wield it after becoming a Wight. A sword of such holy power can not be used by one such as us. Perhaps it could be corrupted, but I did not believe it was worth the effort. The crown... he wears it still. At your command, he would take it off. "





He didn't bother to tell her of his opinion on letting the Queen know of her grandfather's fate, she would be able to sense his feelings on the matter, his reluctance as it would surely raise many issues.


@Ami the breadling


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@xEmoBunnehx

Bellatrix could almost smirk when she heard Arkos's thoughts as well as his feelings. He did not do well with having her look at another male, especially one so handsome. After his introduction, she loved over at him for a minor second then to Svenja. "Arkos. You are so jealous, but of what reason darling?" She asked him through their bond right before Svenja stood and greeted Arkos. From there, Bellatrix watched as she paced back and forth and spoke of the war. At some points, she could agree..that his war was unneeded and unnecessary for any longer. Too many casualties for her liking. As she spoke passionately, one bit his Bellatrix rather hard. 'I do believe that dark mustn't equal evil, like others seem to take it for given.' She had been trying for the past fifty years to clear the name of her beloved kingdom that she ran into the ground for so long. Bellatrix yearned for people to believe the her kingdom was no longer evil..that they were changing..but it was clear that her hard work wasn't paying off like she had wanted. Then came the negotiation part, the one thing that Bellatrix was rather..annoyed with. Not because of what they asked for, but rather..these things were a headache in a half.
At the end of her speech, Bellatrix leaned off her hand and tapped her chin. So they wanted those artifacts back hm? That could be a problem..a big one indeed. "Will that change the state of the dead wight king?" She asked Arkos through their bond, not daring to speak aloud what had happened to her grandfather. "You come seeking peace, I am willing to accepted. However..the things you ask for are going to be a bit of a problem to find." She lied, it was a rather easy lie as well, one that came out of her mouth sounding completely like the truth. She was simply stalling to take Arkos's opinion in this.


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Svenja cursed to herself when she heard that. But then she rethought. Bellatrix had basically said she agreed to her, which meant she was not eager to keep up the war. That meant, there was a hope for peace. The happiness that bolted through Svenja was too big to be hidden. It was obvious her hopes for peace had just grown.


"It is of heighst importance that we get the relicts back. I am afraid that more radical parts of my people would else not accept my rule and I would have to execute them. Which I would in the best case want to prevent. However what is gone is gone. Still... I ask you for at least trying to find them, to make the peace stand on a great gesture, not on a unstable promise. If course I will not just require things, as of course I am willing to do something for you as well, as long as it is kept in the limits of politeness." Svenja sat down again with a friendly smile. "I am certain we can work something out, for the sake of peace. I do not fear of battles, but I just don't want war for no actual reasons. Something I believed to be alone with among the rulers, until now."


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[KaalysBR]

As soon as he saw his queen leaving her sitting position,Raeghal did the same. He stood tall in the room,his superior height meaning that he could look at most people from above without having any trouble.


He didn't realize the attentions of the Queen and her dark servant. Raeghal often got the attentions of women,but a T'Zoha hardly ever had a family or a love life. His duty was to the queen first,and any personal needs of his heart were denied in favor of that.


No emotions appeared in his face at the Dark Queen's statement,although he mentally frowned at her words. It was a simple request,nothing demanding from the part of his Queen. And yet she had half denied them already? Maybe she didn't actually believe in the truce,or maybe she was simply stalling to see how much they would give for the sword and the crown of the late king.


Raeghal would personally give anything to make sure that the possessions of light weren't destroyed by remaining in this place. But it wasn't his choice.


He followed Svenja with his eyes as she paced around the room,admiring her speech. She hardly ever looked to be as young as she was,which meant that she was respected. He definitely looked up for her,specially after her decision of remaining crowless until she found herself worthy.

 

[Kumii]

Melisara heard the entire speech, "Heh, nice speech... but will it be enough?" As much as she wanted peace between the two nations, Queen Bellatrix could be a tricky one to try and negotiate with. She stepped out to better hear what was being said, hiding around a corner tends to diminish the ability to hear properly.

 

[ThatOneWeirdo]

Bryn Maeve
Bryn finished her meal quickly. The carcass of the man in front of her would be washed away, and none would be the wiser. The second she was done, she submerged, swimming like a demon. She stayed in her siren form until she was near the castle, at which point she quickly transformed into her much more appealing humanoid form.


"My liege." She called, approaching the emperor. Her usual evil smile played on her lips. "Have you made a decision about allies, or would you prefer to stay neutral?" She asked respectfully. She wouldn't give her opinion, it wasn't her place. Until he asked, she would stay silent, the perfect Champion.

@Cunning Commander​

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

Bellatrix nodded at the Queen's words. She could certainly get both relics back to her in a matter of hours, but how to make it look like they were truly lost was the question. As for what Bellatrix wanted..well..that would be rather..difficult to think up. Svenja wanted important relics that depended on her leadership..and she wanted..what?What did she crave from the light kingdom? Retribution for her time taken away from thwarting that tiny city-state? Hm..not good enough. Though she wanted that land as much as they wanted to keep it, she also wanted more materials for war. Hm.. Perhaps Arkos would have an opinion on what to ask for. "Darling..what is price enough for the return of her relics?" She asked him through their bond, as her eyes never left the smiling Queen's face. "Queen Svenja..how long might you be staying in my kingdom?" It was a simple question, not meant to delude the conversation, but rather stall it further. If she was staying for a day or so, the relics would be given before she left, if she was not to stay at all..that would be a rather..difficult task. Had Bellatrix been alive, she would have a headache by now and asked that negotiations continue tomorrow, but she was dead and this needed to happen now.


She'd almost forgot she was jabbing fun at Arkos and would of kept it going, were it not for a shadow the emerged from the darkness to the right of her, it bowed before speaking in it's ghastly voice, "My lady, it appears there is a scholar from the College here. Or at least this young lady looks like one of them..she is snooping very close to this room." This news annoyed her deeply. It seemed talk of treaties and peace in secret could never be a thing for the nosy people of her kingdom. "Have the girl wait in the throne room, call upon two of the Six to watch her. She is not to leave that room. Do you understand?" The shadow nodded before seeping back into the walls and headed toward the watching female. Bellatrix would turn her attention back to Svenja. "Please excuse the interruption."


The shadow made it's way back to the watching female and peeled off the wall once behind her. "Queen Bellatrix knows you are here, she wishes you to go to the throne room immediately. She will be with you in a moment." She shadow demanded, it's voice much more raspy and harsh, rather that ghastly and calm like before.


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[Kumii]

Melisara's eyes went back to the foggy, pale blue color they were before, it was hard to keep that up. "I heard her. The watching wont be nessecary, I am not a threat to you or her. She knows that... but I will go without a fuss." She turned and walked to the throne room. "Bloody shadows.. and Im not from the College... Im a Revenant." She muttered.


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[Cosmo]

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Arkos watched the proceedings, the young Queen seemed quite adamant about getting those items back. Not that either were really needed by them, but just giving them back would be problematic. Was rather difficult to merely tell someone in the middle of peace talks that while their grandfather died in battle, he did not stay dead. That even now, he serves as an addition to the Lich Queen's army and in his own Lord's of the Barrow regiment. If he tried, he could even sense the fallen king now, within the East Wing of the castle. Thanks to his helm, he could even speak and direct the Wight, if he so wished.


At her question, Arkos considered the options. The thing they needed most was raw materials, iron, especially. Iron to create steel and so forge more weaponry and armor, it was one of the reasons the small city-state was so valuable. But a simple trade negotiation in their favor wouldn't be enough. They had come to them, as such, appearances mattered, it had to be obvious whom came to whom. A sign of generosity and payment that Bellatrix returned the items and not because the young Queen demanded it.


"A trade agreement with generous tariffs on our end would be a good place to start, they have iron we could use, but a large tribute of their... Lucenit," he said after a pause, recalling the word, "Would let it seem to be payments to your generosity."
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@Ami the breadling


@KaalysBR

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Sigvald leaned against the cool stone surface as he looked out his window and over the city of Ostleim. From this distance, the noise of the city was nothing more then a low buzz of mutilated clamor, distorted from the numerous buildings, distance and the clashing of opposing sounds. His azure eyes traced the houses, merchant stalls and even the tall towers that broke up the solitary line of the inner walls. The city, from here, looked almost like a small replica. A model done by a sculpture or another Chamon mage. It was almost as if he could reach out and touch the world before him. A dark glove extended out to the window, to touch the city that was so far, yet so close, but came back with nothing but air.


He turned to face the door as it creaked open, pulling his body away from the window and the world that lay beyond, always just out of reach. "Kayleen," Sigvald said, raising a dark gloved hand in greeting to the young mage of Ghyran who stumbled through the door, a letter gripped in her hand.


The young mage did not answer at first, crossing the room and peeking into the basket she had brought earlier, a scowl working its way across her face, "You didn't even touch it!"


Sigvald brought up a gloved hand to rub it along the edge of his smooth golden mask, "I had a few of the biscuits. Just looking at the eggs made me feel sick," he said, his finger scratching at a thin vein of silver that ran through the golden surface as if that explained everything, and as far as he was concerned, it was.


Kayleen rubbed her forehead in barely suppressed irritation, "Couldn't you have just tried?"


He blinked once, his blue eyes looking at her as if she had suddenly grown two heads, "No?" Sigvald said as if speaking to a child. If he didn't want to do something, he didn't do it. Simple. The only perk of being sick, he was allowed to be 'eccentric'.
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Karleen unleashed a great heaving huff, exaggerated for his benefit, as a long bang flew from her face, "Fine. You have a letter from your brother and.." She stopped after placing the letter on his 'reading table' the desk closest to the door that was reserved just for his letters, every desk had a 'purpose' even if he didn't always use the desk for that purpose. Uncomfortable with what she was going to say, she brought her hands before her, lacing them together and fiddling with her thumbs.


"And?" Sigvald said, prompting her as he limped across the room to pick up the letter from his brother.


"The Chamon Patriarch wants to see you," Karleen said, blurting it out as if she was pulling an unpleasant sticker out of her foot, best to do it as quick as possible.


He froze at her words, the letter hung limply from his hands as he tossed it on the desk, "I see," Sigvald said as his blue eyes traced the wooden surface of the desk, tracing the grain that ran through the oak construct.


"D-Do you want me to go with you?" Her soft voice said as she stepped closer to provide a bit of human comfort.


"No, I will handle it," Sigvald said, waving her off with his hand and pretending he didn't see her body visibly sag with relief that she wouldn't be accompanying him to see the Patriarch.


With a wave of his finger, the large silver lion came to life, pushing itself to a stand, a loud groan of metal filling the air as the construct thudded over to his side. Sinking down onto its back, his legs dangling off the side, he gave his assistance a small nod in response to her shaky smile offering what solace and courage it could, as Charon made its way out of the room and up the large stone steps of the Chamon tower.


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Regnier looked out over the wall towards the large horde of Drogar and he couldn't almost her the gnashing of their large teeth as the talked to one another. The meeting of the Marshals had been quick and to the point, they all already knew what was required of them, it was simply a matter of formality and deciding which of the four marshals got which wall. Marshal Wydvar, their commander, had taken the far war, furthermost from the Drogar and so would be under the least amount of pressure which would allow her to keep an eye on the developing situations on each of the other walls and send reinforcements and orders when needed. A standard deployment. Their only battlemage present was, luckily, of Aqshy, their fire magic could very well be the turning point in the battle, but she was alone and her services were greatly required. Likely she would serve with Wydvar and go where the Marshal ordered her to reinforce and to rain hell upon the enemy.


The Bloody Crows, his regiment, were given the 'honor' of guarding the northern wall, and so, the gate that would see the heaviest fighting. He turned away from the gathering horde before him and walked down the wall, crossbows and swords moving out of their commanders way as he looked over the defenses... once again. He could see the pikes already formed up behind the gate, should it fall, their long shafted weapons would clog the gate in sharp points and, hopefully, they would manage to pack the gate full of dead Drogar, forming a barricade from their dead. The Halberds, and he could even make out Hilda with her bear pauldrons standing at the forefront, were formed up in reserve. Their halberds wouldn't quite as effective as the smaller one handed weaponry of the swords on the walls, and the pikes would have the gate under control, at least for awhile. They would reinforce where needed.


His blond hair whisked around his face as the wind picked up, bringing the stench of the Drogar sweeping over the walls, the repugnant smell of filthy rats, feces and the ting of blood. The banner of the Bloody Crows fluttered above him from the end of his way lance which he was using as merely a standard banner as he couldn't exactly fight from the back of his horse on the wall, his longsword still in its hilt at his side.


"Marskman Gerhad," Regnier greeted as he came to a stop by him, taking the empty place next to him on the wall.


The young Marskman looked up at him, his face pale and his hands shaking with nerves that Regnier also felt but was simply better at hiding, "Marshal," He greeted with a nervous shake of his head.


"First Siege?" Regnier asked already knowing the answer before the young Marskman could nod, "Y-Yes, Sir."


"It will be alright," Regnier counselled, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder and squeezing it, "Just make sure that, if this castle falls, to not be taken alive. Would hate to have to write you up for falling to meet regulations," he said winking at the scared youth who opened his mouth then closed it before pursuing his lips together, "Yes, Sir."


"How many are out there?" He asked turning to look out over the field. The young Marksman had the best eyes in the unit, if anyone had any sort of idea, it would be him, especially since their scouts had not reported back, and he didn't expect them too.


"Thousands," The young Marksman said grimly, his hands slowing in their shaking as he was given something else to focus on, his green eyes looking out over the wall, "Tens of thousands maybe. Mostly slaves but they have abominations..."


Regnier digested the information, if most of them were slaves, they were likely looking at one 'Warlord' who was attacking to earn whatever passed for 'prestige' among their misbegotten kind. The abominations was disheartening. The massive mutated monstrosities of the Drogar could tear through a unit of men like a knife through hot butter and the larger ones would serve better then any battling ram could ever hope. Whoever this Drogar Warlord was, they had come prepared.


A loud horn sounded, the distorted wail echoing through the plains and as one a large section of the horde shambled forth. Their dirty clothing barely clinging to their misshapen bodies that stood half the size of a man, that could, perhaps, be the size of a full grown man if the Drogar had the capability to stand straight. Their fur was mattered with blood and caked with dirt, their large fangs gnashing together and even from this distance, he could hear the horde speaking, "Gnash-Gnash, Gnaw-Gnaw their bones!"


Slaves. Sent forth to soak up their bolts and die so the Warlord didn't have to bother to worry about feeding them, his other slaves would simply eat their corpses. Regnier lifted his banner, "Crossbows!"





Moving as one, the Swords stepped back even as the Crossbows rushed forward, their crossbows already loaded as they took their place near the walls. Watching the slaves close the distance with supernatural swiftness that only their rat-like misshapen bodies could, he lowered the banner just as Gerhad screamed at the top of his lungs, "Loose!"





The twang was almost deafening as a hundred crossbows loosed their bolts into the oncoming horde and filled the air with the howls and screams of dying Drogar even as the ones behind them stomped over the corpses of their brethren, their lives no more important to the other Drogar as it was to the Ostlands, "Gnash-Gnash their bones!"
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[sprouhtt]

[QUOTE="Play On Words]

Daeshnir Valnov

Daeshnir walked into the castle, head held high. He could see the hostile looks, hear the whispers about the 'Dark Elf' who became Champion. It had been almost five years and they still hadn't found anyone better to gossip about. It took real effort to keep his bow on his back, to not defend his honor. But it would do no good.


It took him only a few minutes to be in the Royal hall. He saw the queen and immediately knelt, heart pounding. Five years... She still had this effect on him. Not that he'd ever admit it. She was his queen. He was her bodyguard, he had to keep her safe. Any feelings for her jeopardized that.


"My Lady. Rumors have reached us that Lady Svenja and Lady Bellatrix were spotted speaking together. Our spy reported that they were talking of peace between them." He reported, rising and facing her.
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Thalia was in the royal hall sitting down with a desk in front of her and signing a few papers. She looked around and saw the amount of paperwork she had to do, even though her parents were gone for quite sometime now she still missed them and plus she didn't have this big weight hanging on her shoulders. Thalia leans back in her chair that was handcrafted and designed as a gift for her father that was passed down to her when he had passed away.


Moments later she heard the door opening, Thalia looked up and saw that it was Daeshnir. "Hmm...is that so, Lady Bellatrix is forming a peace treaty with Lady Svenja. Smart women," Thalia said as she let out a chuckle. The thought of war coming has been giving Thalia a headache not to mention that she has been feeling sick lately. When Thalia was younger her father put a necklace on her that would help her contain her powers so that it wouldn't spin out of control, now she has control of her powers but the necklace itself is wearing off.


"Now what to do is the bigger question. Either we form an alliance with another ruling kingdom or we stay to ourselves." Thalia said in a calming voice, she wasn't so worried about an alliance but she knew it would be a great idea to form one.

 

[sprouhtt]

Thalia listened to him, he did have a good point. She waited until he finished to say something to him, she didn't like to interrupt others because she wouldn't like them to do the same to her. Thalia got up from where she was sitting and made way around the desk to face him, his head was bowed. It didn't surprise her to see him do that since he has been doing it for about five years now ever since she allowed a Dark Elf to come into her kingdom. His uncle was a great fighter in her army and had a lot of respect for him.


"Lift your head up Daeshnir," she told him with the kindest tone of voice as she brought her hand to his chin and lifted his head up a bit so that she could meet with his eyes. Thalia looked at him,"If you were to make alliances with either kingdom...which would you choose?" Thalia asked him to see what he would say. "How do you feel about the water kingdom?" She asked him. @Play On Words

 

[sprouhtt]

"Well then Daeshnir, if that is how you feel about the water kingdom then we should find alliance in another kingdom." She told him, "later on in the evening or even now we should send word of our coming so that they can expect us. " Thalia always alerted kingdoms of her arrival so that they know what is to come instead of her just showing up there uninvited. Thalia walked around him seeing that his hand was on the handle of his sword,"You must relax Daeshnir, nothing will happen to me." She said, she hated to see him worry so much about her since she can take care of herself.

 

[sprouhtt]

"Very well then," Thalia said as she looked at him. Each time she stared at him he wouldn't look her in the eyes,"You know it is rude not to look your queen in the eyes." She said as she let out a chuckle. It was cute, she couldn't deny it but she felt that he was being rude by not looking her in the eyes. Thalia walked back to her chair and took a seat,"Send a messenger to the Light Kingdom, Galadarnad of my arrival. We leave in the evening." She told him as she stacked all the papers on one side of the table. @Play On Words

 

[KhalZhavvorsa]

For a long moment, Bellatrix considered what she could ask for and with Arkos's help..she came to a decision. "Hm.. well I have my demands. I wish for Iron, a raise in tariffs from our side, and large quantities of Lucenit for the return of Ashbringer. For the crown..I shall ask for.." Bellatrix stood from her chair and sauntered over the very handsome male elf. She stood slightly to the side of him before her hands slid over his shoulders, slowly, then she leaned in next to him, her face only mere inches from his, her long amethyst hair draping to the side of her as she kissed his cheek. "Him. Leave your champion in my care for a day. I shall return him on the marrow." She requested. Her eyes looked up at Svenja then to Arkos from a brief moment as a small sly smirk crossed her face and she looked back up to Svenja. This was but a simple test, for Svenja, Arkos, and the very lovely elf she had her arms around. For Arkos, she would wonder if he could keep his calm and not let his jealousy consume him, for Svenja it was a test of her loyalty to this champion as well as Bellatrix was curious to see what she was willing to give for the return on these relics, for the elf in her arms..she wanted to see just how much dark aura he could stand. Would her touching him make his sick? Or was he trained so well that even her aura could not taint him? Bellatrix's body was pressed rather close to the elf as well, leaving no space for anyone to intrude. "I promise I'll take extra good care of him." She said with a small pouty voice, just to add affect for Arkos.


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[KaalysBR]

For the first time since he entered the room,Raeghal's expression showed emotion. The shock of the Queen's request blinked on his face for a second,but it quickly disappeared as he went back to his stony state.


"I will stay if you command me to do so,my queen. Anything for you. I...I..."





The words were stuck into his tongue once the Queen leaned against him. Raeghal hadn't risen his defenses to dark energy in time,and he felt her powerful magic entering his body. He stiffened,breathing becoming shallow. The tone of his skin lost the previous golden glow,becoming sickeningly gray.


It took all of his left strength for him not to fall down to his knees. The pain of the dark magic fighting against his light was hard to describe,but he had to stand firm. A show of weakness from his part could affect his Queen as well. So he remained firm,looking down at Bellatrix with a composed expression.


"Whatever Queen Svenja commands,I will do." His voice sounded weirdly dead. The Dark Queen was a beautiful woman,of course. But Raeghal didn't look at any other women besides the one who ruled him. If he had to...join Queen Bellatrix in her bed for this truce to work,he would do it. But he knew that no pleasure would come from the act.


He knew exactly what would happen to him if he stood for long in the control of this Queen. But his duty always came first. Queen Svenja was a friend beyond anything,but she had her duties. And getting the crown back was one of them.


His glance shifted to his Queen,eyes serene. The message on them was pretty clear.


"I can take it,my queen. Do what you must." @Ami the breadling

 

[sprouhtt]

Thalia made her to the front of the castle when she told the servants to prepare for her leave. Thalia needed to get everything that she was going to say in order so she began mumbling her words away. Thalia stopped breathing for a moment and she tried to catch her breath but once she did she felt a bit lightheaded. She shouldn't really be traveling in her condition but she had to since war was coming so quickly.

 

[UnknownOrigin]

Alistair Cadwell

Alistair looked with interest at Ostliem. His friend and adviser, Jon, walked beside him.


"Sir, your champion should've accompanied you on this mission." Jon said calmly.


"My champion was busy, so I brought my friend instead." Alistair shrugged. The castle was looming in front of them. "Here we are. They know we're coming, right?"


"I sent a missive, I'm sure they received it. If not... They're in for a pleasant surprise." Jon shrugged. Alistair chuckled, walking into the castle and finding the first servant.


"Please tell His Majesty that King Alistair Cadwell III of Graenum is here to meet with him." He said politely.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

For a long moment, Bellatrix considered what she could ask for and with Arkos's help..she came to a decision. "Hm.. well I have my demands. I wish for Iron, a raise in tariffs from our side, and large quantities of Lucenit for the return of Ashbringer. For the crown..I shall ask for.." Bellatrix stood from her chair and sauntered over the very handsome male elf. She stood slightly to the side of him before her hands slid over his shoulders, slowly, then she leaned in next to him, her face only mere inches from his, her long amethyst hair draping to the side of her as she kissed his cheek. "Him. Leave your champion in my care for a day. I shall return him on the marrow." She requested. Her eyes looked up at Svenja then to Arkos from a brief moment as a small sly smirk crossed her face and she looked back up to Svenja. This was but a simple test, for Svenja, Arkos, and the very lovely elf she had her arms around. For Arkos, she would wonder if he could keep his calm and not let his jealousy consume him, for Svenja it was a test of her loyalty to this champion as well as Bellatrix was curious to see what she was willing to give for the return on these relics, for the elf in her arms..she wanted to see just how much dark aura he could stand. Would her touching him make his sick? Or was he trained so well that even her aura could not taint him? Bellatrix's body was pressed rather close to the elf as well, leaving no space for anyone to intrude. "I promise I'll take extra good care of him." She said with a small pouty voice, just to add affect for Arkos.
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For the first time since he entered the room,Raeghal's expression showed emotion. The shock of the Queen's request blinked on his face for a second,but it quickly disappeared as he went back to his stony state.


"I will stay if you command me to do so,my queen. Anything for you. I...I..."





The words were stuck into his tongue once the Queen leaned against him. Raeghal hadn't risen his defenses to dark energy in time,and he felt her powerful magic entering his body. He stiffened,breathing becoming shallow. The tone of his skin lost the previous golden glow,becoming sickeningly gray.


It took all of his left strength for him not to fall down to his knees. The pain of the dark magic fighting against his light was hard to describe,but he had to stand firm. A show of weakness from his part could affect his Queen as well. So he remained firm,looking down at Bellatrix with a composed expression.


"Whatever Queen Svenja commands,I will do." His voice sounded weirdly dead. The Dark Queen was a beautiful woman,of course. But Raeghal didn't look at any other women besides the one who ruled him. If he had to...join Queen Bellatrix in her bed for this truce to work,he would do it. But he knew that no pleasure would come from the act.


He knew exactly what would happen to him if he stood for long in the control of this Queen. But his duty always came first. Queen Svenja was a friend beyond anything,but she had her duties. And getting the crown back was one of them.


His glance shifted to his Queen,eyes serene. The message on them was pretty clear.


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Svenja hoped that the requests would not be something intolerable. The peace was important to her. The request for Lucenit was tolarable. And expextable. The further requests for the Ashbringers return were all okay, nothing was too demanding.


When Bellatrix asked for Raeghal to stay for..


Reasons... Svenjas eyes went big. For a small moment, wrath and aggressiveness showed in her eyes, until she hid it. Her left hand shivered, until she made a fist, digging her nails into the hand until it bled. "I... am sorry... But I... cannot stay without him by law.", she brought out through gritted teeth, trying not to show and more important to give in to the urge of beheading Bellatrix in place.

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Tina followed him, having her plush in her left hand. "Come Bunbun. Daddy will play more with us.", she happily exclaimed. "What are we gonna play now, dad?"

 

[Kumii]

Melisara waited in the throne, but got highly impatient, 'Dont tell me to wait here then take forever to get here.' she thought, she reluctantly waited a bit longer for the Queen to arrive, though at this point she believed otherwise.


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Bryn Maeve

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Bryn heard her call, and looked up sharply. Just looking behind her showed a trail of men with eyes glued to her, following her by instinct.

"Sorry, snacks. I have to go." She chuckled, brushing past them. She heard their lustful whispers but ignored them. If they laid a hand on her, they'd die. It wouldn't be the first time.

It took Bryn just a few minutes to find the prince, walking down the harbor.

"Sir, is it wise to be walking undisguised?" She asked lightly, smiling politely at Tina. "Hello, child." She said, sharp teeth flashing at her.​

 

[KaalysBR]

Sweat started to slid through Raeghal's face once the Dark Queen's energy went deeper into his body. He was beginning to feel dizzy,and the words of his own Queen barely registered until he struggled to hear them.


I cannot stay without him.





He felt relief go through his chest,the breathing becoming slightly easier. He should have known that Svenja wouldn't give him up so easily. Not only that,but she seemed angry for that option being even suggested. Still...He was only a soldier. Seeing his Queen sacrifice such an important object for him made him guilty. But the sensation of relief was much stronger.


His eyes turned back to the Dark Queen,and he wondered if she would go back on their truce. Would they have to fight today? He hoped the answer was no.


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[Cosmo]

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Arkos felt far away for a moment, an experience that was becoming all too familiar in his old age. While he was standing 'there', he was no long there. He was a mere hundred feet away, but he was back long, long ago. Well over a thousand years, if one wished to put a number on it. It was like looking at something through a thick sheen of fog, a haze that distorted faces and details, yet if he reached forward, he would almost be able to touch it. Even through the haze, he was aware of what he was watching, Bellatrix Lilith Victoria, embracing a handsome man who held her tenderly in his arms as Arkos stood off watching from a dark alcove. A man who held his Bella. A man he loved like a brother and let die by the same ferocious emotion tearing through his chest and the ghost pains that spiked at where his heart once was was almost enough to make him double over in pain, to make a man without eyes weep.


As he snapped back to the presence, he would not have been aware he was drawing his blade if it was not for the loud scrapping of the metal upon the scabbard, a ghostly growl already leaving his clenched teeth that, if it still had flesh cover it and the muscles to pull on them, would have been fashioned into a bestial snarl showing all the rage and inner turmoil he was currently feeling as she flaunted herself to some Elf, to someone that was not him.


The Light Queen's words, almost an echo from a distant place, penetrated the red haze that had obscured his vision, broke through whatever accursed enchantment had been gripping his body as the realization that she had rejected the offer wormed its way through his mind. His head looked down, at his right hand that had nearly drawn his cursed blade all the way from its scabbard, his body that was already stepping forward, to impale the elf, the lover she seemed content to take, to tear out his spine and feed the leftovers to Dro'Khan.


It seemed he had not changed after all. Arkos felt the ghost pains of bile rising in his throat at that thought. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this, taunted him to see if he would still do this, and like an angry child, he had done exactly that. The shame burned at him, had he truly learned nothing? Was he truly such a pitiful creature that he could not control his baser urges and desires even after all this time? This envy, this jealousy, was what nearly destroyed their kingdom, destroyed him... and had destroyed her. But he couldn't control it. It was a force of nature, something that came from deep within him, rising in a tide to flood over whatever scrap of self-control he fancied having.


Arkos' fist closed, he wanted nothing more then to strike something, strike someone, to shatter a table, to ride into battle and cover himself in so much blood that his armor would be dyed red, to do whatever it took until he was no longer feeling this intense shame, this self-loathing. But he could do nothing. Could do nothing but stand there.

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Liaison to Graenum

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The older man had been running through the castle, it seems they were heavily behind schedule, a simple bureaucratic error that gave the belief that said foreign King wouldn't be arriving until next week. The arrival of their ship and said King's arrival to the central fortress of Ostleim came as... a bit of a surprise, to say the least. It was only through sheer luck that the High Council were already convened thanks to a Drogar attack. The ceremonial gift, however, would be delayed, they would simply have to send it later as the Chamon Artificers needed time to create something worthy of foreign royalty.


As he neared the gate, his breath coming out in puffs, and doubled over to catch his breath, just as someone told him to inform 'His Majesty' that the very person he was looking for had arrived. The old man looked up, blinking a few times, his thick gray eyebrows furrowed in confusion, h-had he thought he was a mere domestic worker? It looked like it. Had no one told him Ostleim ruled itself?


Taking a deep breath, the old man stood upright and bowed to the foreign king, "Greetings, King Alistair Cadwell III of Graenum, I am Aldrich Orrak, I shall be your liasion while you are here and will be seeing to your needs. I apologize for the lack of... reception, but you arrived earlier then we expected," the old man paused taking a small breath before forging on, "I am afraid you misunderstood something, we do not have a king. We are ruled by the people and through the people. I shall happily take you to the High Council who is awaiting your arrival, if that is acceptable?"

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[UnknownOrigin]

Alistair Cadwell III of Graenum

Alistair and Jon exchanged confused looks. They certainly had not known that, but that was to be expected. Graenum, being a small country, had very little contact with other countries and kingdoms.


"Yes, I apologize. Does anyone lead the High Council, or is it just a group of men with equal power?" Alistair asked curiously. He was far more interested than he should be, but he always had been a curious man.


"And I apologize for our early nature. It was a simple miscommunication, I was under the impression that we were late." Alistair shot a sharp look at Jon, who was blushing furiously. As Alistair's adviser, it was technically his job to have informed the King of all of this. "Lead on." Alistair suggested, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword instinctively.

 

[KaalysBR]

Danger.





Every single sense in Raeghal's body flared,alerting him to the sudden movement aimed in his direction. His eyes rose to see the Dark Queen's champion nearly pulling the entirety of his sword and taking a step forward towards the elf.


He didn't acquaint for the jealousy in the being's act,the obvious hurt for seeing his Queen embracing another man. Raeghal immediately assumed that he would try to reach his Queen,and a low sound of pure anger left his throat.


The danger made the light rise inside of Raeghal,and suddenly the Dark Queen's influence wasn't pressing against him anymore. In the blink of an eye,the elf was positioned in front of Queen Svenja. His posture was obviously protective,and the silvery shield was already being held in front of his body.


"Tell your champion to step back,Queen Bellatrix. If he takes one more step towards my Queen..." He didn't voice the threat,but it wasn't necessary. Raeghal prepared himself for what could be the end of the diplomatic talk,his fingers lowering towards his sword.

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[Clockwork Syringe]

7 years, 7 long years of travel, and it was almost over, Alexander thought, Soon he would be back home to see his mother and all of his classmates who have since graduated from the academy and probably still worked there. He wanted to show the masters of the academy his new discoveries. While he was musing on all of this, he suddenly had an urge to look over near the docks, was it his dragon senses alerting him to something or was it simply a thought that he wanted to observe the water near the docks. Satiating his curiosity, Alexander looked over and saw several humanoid figures in the distance at a glance approaching the city. It was both odd and off that humans would be approaching this time of night. That was, until he looked with a much closer eye and to his surprise he noticed a few water creatures, Undines and Sirens approaching the town. This was not good, however, Alexander had a chance to do something and do something he would. Racing up the nearby steps looking for someone with enough authority to see the queen, he saw a tall and imposing figure watching from the balcony. Running over to the man, he stopped and in a hurried voice, "Sorry to interrupt you sir, but I need to see the queen! There are undines approaching the town and I'm not sure if they're friendly or not!"


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