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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 11:00:15 GMT -5
((It's ok Lily I promise!
I like the Tabir finding Illiana thing as a way to deliver equality to the werewolves it'll be a great plot climax!
And you can do that if you'd like, but I'll say no to him going back to Iona: Alain is going to be confused bc she went to Varezi, which is, as we know, at war with Zale'mas. He still feels very strongly for his kingdom and so he's going to go rogue.
He's going to show up at the next kingsmeet tho and go off with the Ancient that chooses him ;3 ))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 11:02:46 GMT -5
((It's ok Lily I promise! I like the Tabir finding Illiana thing as a way to deliver equality to the werewolves it'll be a great plot climax! And you can do that if you'd like, but I'll say no to him going back to Iona: Alain is going to be confused bc she went to Varezi, which is, as we know, at war with Zale'mas. He still feels very strongly for his kingdom and so he's going to go rogue. He's going to show up at the next kingsmeet tho and go off with the Ancient that chooses him ;3 )) [[Ooo which ancient would that be? and does that mean they break up or...? ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 11:15:31 GMT -5
Alain felt anger rip through him violently as his father disappeared after his spiel, and he released a roar, a purple glow emanating around him as his magic almost spiralled out of control from his heightened emotions. Breathing heavily, he grabbed the edge of his desk, the wood cracking beneath his hands.
He stayed where he was, breathing heavily and slowly pushing down the anger, before he felt something hot streak his cheeks. Tears splattered into his desk and he stared down at them, bottom lip trembling slightly. im 18. I can't be legally crowned until I am 25. I'm just a kid, da- you can't possibly expect me to be able to carry this kingdom on my shoulders. He squeezed his eyes shut, releasing a quiet sob, sliding his hand over his face and staying there for a while.
After ten minutes had passed, he cleaned himself up and looked in the mirror again. I need to be stronger. he desperately thought, before striding towards the doors and heading out, teeth gritted. He would do it. That night.
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After the meeting, Alain had managed to smooth over quite a few problems that Zale'mas was currently dealing with, had figured out a better form of attack on Varezi, and thrown out the most useless advisors from their positions. Now, he had donned his casual clothing and his crown, and was walking silently in the woods behind the castle. Spotting what he needed, he slowly walked over to the plant-- deep violet petals, a pungent scent that flared his nostrils and made him nauseous. Wolfsbane. Slowly he knelt and plucked it from the stem.
Wolfsbane. As it's name implies- Bane of Wolves- but it can also save them. If a Lycan consumes the flower of the Wolfsbane on the night of a full moon, and survives the poison in his body: he will have control when the moon is up, and for the remainder of his life. He pocketed it and headed back to the castle and into his room, closing the door. He knew Tabir would come to watch him despite his anger- it was his Duty, and he'd want to protect Valare. He sat at the desk and plucked the head off the flower, before gazing at himself in the mirror. 'If I die,' he murmured, 'i at least know I won't be missed by either of them.' Iona will move on. He raised it to his lips, and slid it onto his tongue.
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Alain had never felt such pain in his entire life. His screams had panicked the castle, but he'd enchanted the door so that only two people would be able to enter- his father, and Valare-- if she would come out of her stupor-- and if Tabir even cared. He released another guttural scream and felt his body contort, back arching off the bed before collapsing back against it again. He had a horribly burning fever and his body was covered in dripping sweat, hair slick from it. Tears streamed from his eyes as he clawed at the sheets, panting- with every breath, a little purple vapour would leave his lips. He could see the purple coursing in his veins, turning them black in their passage- his head burned, everything burned, and he almost began to wish that the flower would kill him, but he had to do this-- for his parents, for the castle- for the kingdom. For himself. A third scream- this one tore through his voice chords and he felt them strain, his voice cutting off half-way through the scream.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 11:16:09 GMT -5
((Tremour ;3
And nu! Only if Iona wants to. Alain is going down a dark path unfortunately 3: but he can be saved I promise))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 11:17:19 GMT -5
((Btw, my above reply is a set up for a Tabir redemption arc if you want to take it! It'll at least remove the hatred in Alain))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 11:56:00 GMT -5
Alain felt anger rip through him violently as his father disappeared after his spiel, and he released a roar, a purple glow emanating around him as his magic almost spiralled out of control from his heightened emotions. Breathing heavily, he grabbed the edge of his desk, the wood cracking beneath his hands. He stayed where he was, breathing heavily and slowly pushing down the anger, before he felt something hot streak his cheeks. Tears splattered into his desk and he stared down at them, bottom lip trembling slightly. im 18. I can't be legally crowned until I am 25. I'm just a kid, da- you can't possibly expect me to be able to carry this kingdom on my shoulders.He squeezed his eyes shut, releasing a quiet sob, sliding his hand over his face and staying there for a while. After ten minutes had passed, he cleaned himself up and looked in the mirror again. I need to be stronger. he desperately thought, before striding towards the doors and heading out, teeth gritted. He would do it. That night. --- After the meeting, Alain had managed to smooth over quite a few problems that Zale'mas was currently dealing with, had figured out a better form of attack on Varezi, and thrown out the most useless advisors from their positions. Now, he had donned his casual clothing and his crown, and was walking silently in the woods behind the castle. Spotting what he needed, he slowly walked over to the plant-- deep violet petals, a pungent scent that flared his nostrils and made him nauseous. Wolfsbane. Slowly he knelt and plucked it from the stem. Wolfsbane. As it's name implies- Bane of Wolves- but it can also save them. If a Lycan consumes the flower of the Wolfsbane on the night of a full moon, and survives the poison in his body: he will have control when the moon is up, and for the remainder of his life.He pocketed it and headed back to the castle and into his room, closing the door. He knew Tabir would come to watch him despite his anger- it was his Duty, and he'd want to protect Valare. He sat at the desk and plucked the head off the flower, before gazing at himself in the mirror. 'If I die,' he murmured, 'i at least know I won't be missed by either of them.' Iona will move on.He raised it to his lips, and slid it onto his tongue. --- Alain had never felt such pain in his entire life. His screams had panicked the castle, but he'd enchanted the door so that only two people would be able to enter- his father, and Valare-- if she would come out of her stupor-- and if Tabir even cared. He released another guttural scream and felt his body contort, back arching off the bed before collapsing back against it again. He had a horribly burning fever and his body was covered in dripping sweat, hair slick from it. Tears streamed from his eyes as he clawed at the sheets, panting- with every breath, a little purple vapour would leave his lips. He could see the purple coursing in his veins, turning them black in their passage- his head burned, everything burned, and he almost began to wish that the flower would kill him, but he had to do this-- for his parents, for the castle- for the kingdom. For himself. A third scream- this one tore through his voice chords and he felt them strain, his voice cutting off half-way through the scream. At almost all times, Tabir ended up beside Valare if he used magic to back out of a situation. This time was no different. He looked down and saw her -- dressed in her nightgown, covered in dribbles like she was no more than an infant. It broke him down. The pine wheezed out of him, and turned into a guttreal sob as he crumpled to Valare's knees. He screamed in agony, tears as hot as hell soaking his face, the sheer volume of the pain stopping everything -- his ability to talk, think...even breathe. "Why..." he whispered eventually. "Why did you have to take me? You were the strongest -- you could have any son of Beastia's why, oh why did you have to take her 'disappointment'." For in the circles of Beastia's priests, that was his name. A boy born with her strength and power of a dragon, but with the heart and soul of a dainty princess. He'd tried all his life to succeed -- he'd married the strongest warrior he could find, he'd killed hundreds and done everything he was meant to but he was never truly complete until he was free to pursue life's luxuries -- the artwork of personal beauty. Now he had to try again -- and the same thing had happened. He was a disappointment. To his son, to his wife, to his mother and to his Kingdom. He'd just....failed, just by being born. "D..duty," Valare mumbled, raising her hand on top of her husband's head. It was the most active she'd been in months. Tabir didn't dare move lest he waste this moment. "V...Valare..." he whispered, in carefully conserved hope. "Do...do your duty. For me." He was about to question what she meant, but then heard the scream. His response was instinctual. He jumped from his wife's side and raced down the hall -- as fast as beastia's disappointment could go. When he near the room all the courtiers shook their heads and warned him not to go in. He literally tossed one aside, bursting through the doors and running to his son's bedside. "Oh no...oh no no no no no! You stupid, stupid boy!" he said through tears, grasping onto his son's convulsing body. "Your mother hasn't even dared to try that!" he shouted, trying to stop the crying. He shot a look to a messenger boy outside. "Go tell Krampus to fetch the Isles Queen, now!" he shouted, fetching starting to run the cold tap in Alain's personal bathing chambers. "She'll help," he said. ((Tremour ;3 And nu! Only if Iona wants to. Alain is going down a dark path unfortunately 3: but he can be saved I promise)) [[Nah she'd want to stay with him -- young love is cute love. Besides, no one else is single and Alain looks good naked so that's always a plus. I can do the 'joining on the dark path' thing or the 'break up then come back together thing' if you want? My main plan for Iona was to have her discover that Valare killed her whole family (so she could take the Isles, as she's the regnant if a ruler bellow 25 comes in), she get so mad she goes on a war against Zale'mas for the sole purpose of killing Valare -- she can be talked down or actually do it, I don't mind. Also planned on her becoming close with Katherine and taking her as a kind of mentor?]] ((Btw, my above reply is a set up for a Tabir redemption arc if you want to take it! It'll at least remove the hatred in Alain)) [[Yesss I can do that. I wanted to test Tabir in the "oh s*it gotta act like a moody king rn" role. He really ain't built for it -- he is no King, he's a Queen.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 12:03:16 GMT -5
((Oooooohhhh that sounds interesting! I like it! break up then back together sounds good to me ^.^))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:06:40 GMT -5
((Oooooohhhh that sounds interesting! I like it! break up then back together sounds good to me ^.^)) [[perfect! that leaves lots of 'oh but I really do love you! Not my sidepeice w*ore' conversations. In my book the MC and her bf break up and get back together. Leaves room for lots of make-up s*x.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 12:09:17 GMT -5
'No!' Alain gasped, forcing the word violently out from between his lips, gripping the sheets tightly. 'She can't- help.' He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut, before he screamed again and arched his back, rolling and spitting blood onto the floor. I don't want her to see me like this- only two more hours. I can do it.
His breathing was raspy and sharp, chest tight, his whole body trembling with the pure effort of trying to stay alive. He lay down on his back again, watching Tabir through watery eyes. 'On my- own.' He said, his voice breaking. 'I can- do it!' It turned into a sob and he tipped back his head, biting into his bottom lip, blood spilling from where his fangs pierced it. He clawed at his sheets at another wave of pain but this time all that escaped was a tired wheeze- his voice was broken and his body was breaking. He could feel exhaustion start to sweep through him- he was reaching the critical point. Once the purple, flowery marks started appearing on his skin, he would know if he was going to die or not- if he was destined for Death, they would bloom. If he was destined to live, the marks would turn pink and then fade away, and his veins would return to their normal colour, and not black.
He suddenly didn't want to be alone. He reached out a shaking hand to Tabir, not expecting him to take it, more tears spilling over his cheeks.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 12:10:00 GMT -5
((Sounds fun! X'D ))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:24:04 GMT -5
'No!' Alain gasped, forcing the word violently out from between his lips, gripping the sheets tightly. 'She can't- help.' He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut, before he screamed again and arched his back, rolling and spitting blood onto the floor. I don't want her to see me like this- only two more hours. I can do it.His breathing was raspy and sharp, chest tight, his whole body trembling with the pure effort of trying to stay alive. He lay down on his back again, watching Tabir through watery eyes. 'On my- own.' He said, his voice breaking. 'I can- do it!' It turned into a sob and he tipped back his head, biting into his bottom lip, blood spilling from where his fangs pierced it. He clawed at his sheets at another wave of pain but this time all that escaped was a tired wheeze- his voice was broken and his body was breaking. He could feel exhaustion start to sweep through him- he was reaching the critical point. Once the purple, flowery marks started appearing on his skin, he would know if he was going to die or not- if he was destined for Death, they would bloom. If he was destined to live, the marks would turn pink and then fade away, and his veins would return to their normal colour, and not black. He suddenly didn't want to be alone. He reached out a shaking hand to Tabir, not expecting him to take it, more tears spilling over his cheeks. Tabir nodded. It was his decision, so he flicked one hand to dismiss the messenger. "Sorry...I just thought -- your mother helped me when I went through it," he said. His own breathing was ragged and he started to sweat -- he couldn't lose him. They were so utterly different, and throughout his life Tabir hadn't understood his son. But he was his son. All those fatherly feelings were still there -- the protection, the yearning, the love...he had tried to block them out through the anger. He'd tried not to feel anything -- so he could be strong, like his wife and son were. But when faced with his son's death, he just couldn't help but cry more, trying desperately to control the tears for his own. Then he saw the hand, outstretched by his son. It reminded him of the time Alain had been born -- Tabir had been the primary midwife in that chamber, having researched everything he possibly could about childbirth. His hand had stuck out first -- outstretched. And before his head had breached, Tabir had placed a single pinky around Alain's delicate wee palm. He'd grasped it. Ever since that moment, Tabir had known despite the aggression, despite the differences how plentiful they were...he was his son. And he couldn't exist without him. Now, once again, he grabbed a hold of his son's hand. Except this time, he gave more than a pinky. He knelt down and looked Alain straight in the eye. "If a useless old w*ore can get through this, then so can you. Gods damnit Alain, you're the strongest man in this realm and the only thing I've ever done right," he said, breaking into his own sob at the end, leaning his head against his son's chest as he cried. [[holy crap I genuinely have tears in my eyes.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 12:26:23 GMT -5
(( :') ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 12:35:12 GMT -5
'No!' Alain gasped, forcing the word violently out from between his lips, gripping the sheets tightly. 'She can't- help.' He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut, before he screamed again and arched his back, rolling and spitting blood onto the floor. I don't want her to see me like this- only two more hours. I can do it.His breathing was raspy and sharp, chest tight, his whole body trembling with the pure effort of trying to stay alive. He lay down on his back again, watching Tabir through watery eyes. 'On my- own.' He said, his voice breaking. 'I can- do it!' It turned into a sob and he tipped back his head, biting into his bottom lip, blood spilling from where his fangs pierced it. He clawed at his sheets at another wave of pain but this time all that escaped was a tired wheeze- his voice was broken and his body was breaking. He could feel exhaustion start to sweep through him- he was reaching the critical point. Once the purple, flowery marks started appearing on his skin, he would know if he was going to die or not- if he was destined for Death, they would bloom. If he was destined to live, the marks would turn pink and then fade away, and his veins would return to their normal colour, and not black. He suddenly didn't want to be alone. He reached out a shaking hand to Tabir, not expecting him to take it, more tears spilling over his cheeks. Tabir nodded. It was his decision, so he flicked one hand to dismiss the messenger. "Sorry...I just thought -- your mother helped me when I went through it," he said. His own breathing was ragged and he started to sweat -- he couldn't lose him. They were so utterly different, and throughout his life Tabir hadn't understood his son. But he was his son. All those fatherly feelings were still there -- the protection, the yearning, the love...he had tried to block them out through the anger. He'd tried not to feel anything -- so he could be strong, like his wife and son were. But when faced with his son's death, he just couldn't help but cry more, trying desperately to control the tears for his own. Then he saw the hand, outstretched by his son. It reminded him of the time Alain had been born -- Tabir had been the primary midwife in that chamber, having researched everything he possibly could about childbirth. His hand had stuck out first -- outstretched. And before his head had breached, Tabir had placed a single pinky around Alain's delicate wee palm. He'd grasped it. Ever since that moment, Tabir had known despite the aggression, despite the differences how plentiful they were...he was his son. And he couldn't exist without him. Now, once again, he grabbed a hold of his son's hand. Except this time, he gave more than a pinky. He knelt down and looked Alain straight in the eye. "If a useless old w*ore can get through this, then so can you. Gods damnit Alain, you're the strongest man in this realm and the only thing I've ever done right," he said, breaking into his own sob at the end, leaning his head against his son's chest as he cried. [[holy crap I genuinely have tears in my eyes.]] Alain's grip tightened on Tabir's hand- it was not weak, it was demanding and hard- he had plenty of fight left in him still. 'Stop- insulting yourself.' He rasped. 'It's not the same- when you do it.' Alain wasn't sure where he'd dragged up the humour from- perhaps the year with Iona had helped him open up to more than just her- but he stared Tabir down before the man began to cry against his chest. If Alain hadn't been dying, he might have rolled his eyes. He gritted his teeth and shuddered, releasing a low growl. More blood spilled from his lips and trickled from his nose, the pain now coiling in his stomach. He whimpered as it felt like he was being stabbed, clutching Tabir's hand tighter, expecting it to fade and come back- but it stayed. Panicked his eyes flew open, his breathing picking up as he finally felt fear consume him. There they were. The purple marks; they began to flower across his dark skin, as though he'd been set upon by many hungry, lustful mouths. Shaking he cast his gaze to the ceiling, then out of the window to the moon. He couldn't die tonight. He couldn't. Jaw set with determination he grabbed at the final strings of his strength, letting magic flood through his body and refresh his muscles, heal his throat and push the poison through faster. His heart skipped a good few beats when he saw the flowers start to bloom. 'No,' he croaked, forcing the magic through even faster. Slowly, however, they were starting to change... to a light, pastel pink. A second wave of pain, this one the most intense of them all; a guttural roar was ripped viciously from his chapped, bleeding lips, his back actually making a cracking sound as he arched it again, shuddering violently. When he fell back, they were gone. His skin was clear -- save for his vitiligo -- and the pain was very slowly starting to fade away to only exhaustion. His breathing was finally able to calm, his body relaxing. He turned his head tiredly to the side to look at Tabir, breath still hot and sweat dripping down his brow. He'd done it.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:55:19 GMT -5
Tabir chuckled through his tears, lifting up his head as he felt the grip in his hand. "Then survive to do it yourself," he whispered -- unblinking as he stayed with his son's gaze throughout it.
He knew the end had come. It was the moment of truth. Tabir had managed to sprout just his claws in his free hand, dragging them over his face as a sign of prayer to Beastia. "Please," he begged. "Don't do it for me do it for Valare -- your student. Your best student. The one who gives everything to you." Faint red marks appeared down his face. He continued the prayer, until he saw the blooms.
"No," he whispered. "No, you can't! Please, I'll do anything!" he begged, looking up to the sky in a desperate plea. The magic wasn't working, more blooms came.
"No!" he screamed. "I'll give it all up. I'll give up my title, my land, my looks, my make up...I'll give up Samantha Roux!" he screamed, so loud everyone in the castle could hear him.
And Tabir heard nothing again until he heard the crack -- the destinctive crack and roar. He was just like his father.
It. Was. Finished. The shock came before the relief. Then came the confusion, about where on cirabeth he stood with his son.
All he could do was what he normally did -- sorted things out. He clicked his fingers, summoning his most trusted advisor -- none other than his half sister Tamara.
"Go and find me the best healer, for his wounds."
"The best healer? That'll take me a while," she said.
Tabir flashed her a scathing look. He'd hoped she'd forgotten what he'd told her.
"The second best," he said, looking down for a moment. "I'll start to hunt for the other."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:55:48 GMT -5
[[and with that, I must go. Until I do at least 500 words of chosen. If I don't I'll kick myself I was meant to have this chapter done this week. ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 13:03:08 GMT -5
Alain was silently keeping hold of Tabir's hand, needing the extra comfort and the reminder that he was alright- he was alive. It was working as a grounding mechanism, almost, if he wanted to speak in magical terms. He released a long, exhausted sigh and rested his head back against the pillows, struggling to keep his eyes open. He didn't want Tabir to go- it was probably the first time in maybe 10 years that he'd felt like he needed his father.
He silently cast his gaze over Tabir's face and shakily lifted his hand to cup his cheek and the wound, knowing it would scar without guided healing. With the final tendrils of what he had left, he mumbled under his breath and watched as a soft cyan light left his fingertips and slid into the wounds, causing them to glow and slowly start to knit back together. He then dropped his hand to the sheets and sighed again, utterly exhausted. 'two hours.' He mumbled, comforting himself with the fact he could get at least a little sleep before he rested whether the wolfsbane had gifted him consciousness whilst transformed.
((I'll reply to Iona once I've finished up with Aiden, Ulfric and Aurinda! ^.^)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 26, 2017 13:50:13 GMT -5
(What's going on?!?)
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 13:52:09 GMT -5
((Alain took wolfsbane so that he'd be able to be conscious during his full moon transformations! ^.^ And nearly killed himself in the process Also Tabir redemption and some father/son minor bonding))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 26, 2017 13:53:10 GMT -5
((Alain took wolfsbane so that he'd be able to be conscious during his full moon transformations! ^.^ And nearly killed himself in the process Also Tabir redemption and some father/son minor bonding)) (ok! Where am I picking back up with Aurinda and Ulfric and all them?)
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 14:02:21 GMT -5
Aurinda smiled gently to him and moved to his side and placed her hand on one of his feet, her fingers going back to tracing circles once more. "How about I tell you about me?" she suggested lightly, "Then you know who I am." she paused a moment and thought where to start. "Firstly, I was born here in Varezi, I was chosen by Alchemia at the age of 14 while I was a maid here for the royal family. Then Katherine arrived to be wed to the youngest of the two sons and I became her handmaiden. After awhile she moved to become Queen under particular circumstances and I was promoted to an Elite and a shield-sister to the queen." she left out that parts about Tyrius' previous, terrible owner. Tyrius raised his head to gaze with curiosity at the woman, tilting it slightly and his four eyes blinking slowly. I have met the sealed-ancient Tremour in person. That is about all. I remember all my outer body did. But that was not me. he said, looking away from her to continue eating. Once he was finished he stood and arched his back like a cat to stretch, before turning to face Aurinda and warily examine her. Ulfric made his way back inside of the castle, and he began to pass through the courtyard. "...woah..." He said, staring at Tyrius. He'd seen the object fall, but he didn't expect to see this. Aiden stood in the throne room, his sword dripping with the blood if three soldiers who had made it inside. He looked down at the bodies with disgust, before jabbing his sword into the throat of the one on the right, smirking as the man, who had been trying to play dead, let out a choked gurgle. Morcan frowned as he examined the dragon, then shook his head and took Ulfric's arm. 'We need to talk.' He said calmly, leading the way inside of the throne room. He stopped and stared at the bodies inside, then looked up at Aiden. He cleared his throat to get his attention and walked over. He looked to Khan to ensure his father was okay, then jumped as the doors opened and Katherine strode in, panting heavily, face and bodystreaked with blood that clearly wasn't hers, glad in white armour with a gold emblem on her front- the Oceanan symbol of a horseshoe, with the sword of Varezi slicing through it. 'Welcome home.' Was all she said, striding past them all. 'I want a quick recon of losses- send someone to the Paladins and tell them they're needed for emergency healing- start gathering the bodies and burning them, we don't want any sickness.' She announced, and people began to scatter. 'You- I want an immediate run through of the city, ensure they have enough food to last them another week of the siege and check that Dragon Fever is still contained within the hospital. And you- set up a large barn for our new dragon. Ensure it has plenty of pebbles to keep him warm and filled with enough meat.' She strode over to the throne and tugged off her cape to lay it over the seat. 'All women immediately to the infirmary!' She shouted, and then the women cleared out. 'All men are on clean-up- check every body for signs of life!' Her gaze was cool and her expression one of complete calm. Katherine had grown into a fine leader, and was showing the powerful prowess and leadership of her mother.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 14:02:59 GMT -5
(( there ^^^^ x'D))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 26, 2017 14:07:01 GMT -5
Aurinda's eyes flickered up to Morcan and Ulfric for a moment before they left. Then she turned and smiled lightly to Tyrius and nodded, "You've met Tremour." She murmured gently. Then she rose to her feet and folded her hand before her, a habit that had not changed over the year and she looked to him, still lightly smiling to the dragon. She approached then and ran her hands over his snout gently. "Would you like to go for a walk around the castle?" She asked him lightly.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 26, 2017 14:20:17 GMT -5
Ulfric couldn't help but gulp slightly as Morcan lead him away.
Aiden stood, almost dumbstruck at the way she had brushed past him and taken control. He watched as everyone began to move, noting how organised they were. How long has this been happening? They know what to do... He thought.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 15:00:34 GMT -5
Aurinda's eyes flickered up to Morcan and Ulfric for a moment before they left. Then she turned and smiled lightly to Tyrius and nodded, "You've met Tremour." She murmured gently. Then she rose to her feet and folded her hand before her, a habit that had not changed over the year and she looked to him, still lightly smiling to the dragon. She approached then and ran her hands over his snout gently. "Would you like to go for a walk around the castle?" She asked him lightly. Tyrius hesitated. is it not... too hectic, at the moment, my lady? he politely replied, folding his wings over his back and sweeping his tail to curl nearty around his body, looking concerned.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 15:02:26 GMT -5
Ulfric couldn't help but gulp slightly as Morcan lead him away. Aiden stood, almost dumbstruck at the way she had brushed past him and taken control. He watched as everyone began to move, noting how organised they were. How long has this been happening? They know what to do... He thought. Once things looked organised, she finally approached the four men below. 'Well done on the front, Ulfric.' She praised the man, before examining the three captives. She moved forwards to hug Aiden finally, allowing herself to slowly melt against his lithe form. She closed her eyes and released a sigh which seemed to release pent-up tension. 'I missed you.' She mumbled.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 26, 2017 15:04:33 GMT -5
Aurinda shrugged gently to him, indeed perhaps it was a bit busy at the moment, but she could show him the quieter areas. Perhaps the gardens would be a good idea for now. "We'll go to the gardens how about?" She suggest lightly before grabbing the armor she'd pulled off and tugging it all back on. Adjusting to the weight a moment and buckling all her straps before nodding to Tyrius and smiling gently. "Let's get going then shall we?" She suggested lightly as she began outing the courtyard with the dragon.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 26, 2017 15:45:19 GMT -5
Ulfric couldn't help but gulp slightly as Morcan lead him away. Aiden stood, almost dumbstruck at the way she had brushed past him and taken control. He watched as everyone began to move, noting how organised they were. How long has this been happening? They know what to do... He thought. Once things looked organised, she finally approached the four men below. 'Well done on the front, Ulfric.' She praised the man, before examining the three captives. She moved forwards to hug Aiden finally, allowing herself to slowly melt against his lithe form. She closed her eyes and released a sigh which seemed to release pent-up tension. 'I missed you.' She mumbled. "I missed you too." He murmured softly, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "What has happened here...?" He then asked, looking out of the window at the city below.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 16:04:21 GMT -5
Aurinda shrugged gently to him, indeed perhaps it was a bit busy at the moment, but she could show him the quieter areas. Perhaps the gardens would be a good idea for now. "We'll go to the gardens how about?" She suggest lightly before grabbing the armor she'd pulled off and tugging it all back on. Adjusting to the weight a moment and buckling all her straps before nodding to Tyrius and smiling gently. "Let's get going then shall we?" She suggested lightly as she began outing the courtyard with the dragon. Alright. Tyrius hesitantly replied, glancing towards the castle walls, before slowly following the woman, looking nervous around anything that moved. He walked a little closer to her and quietly gazed at the floor as they went, flicking his tail slightly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 26, 2017 16:12:31 GMT -5
Once things looked organised, she finally approached the four men below. 'Well done on the front, Ulfric.' She praised the man, before examining the three captives. She moved forwards to hug Aiden finally, allowing herself to slowly melt against his lithe form. She closed her eyes and released a sigh which seemed to release pent-up tension. 'I missed you.' She mumbled. "I missed you too." He murmured softly, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "What has happened here...?" He then asked, looking out of the window at the city below. Katherine awkwardly ran a hand through her hair and stepped back. 'Long story.' She told him. 'I'll tell you once you re-meet Lucifer and Amos...' she said, hurriedly leaving. About ten minutes later she returned. '-absolutely reckless and selfish of the both of you! How dare you go against what I told you!' 'Sorry, Ma.' Lucifer mumbled, clutching painfully at the still-bleeding wound on his side. He sunk into a chair that Katherine held out for him, then beckoned for the four men in the room to join her. Morcan glanced at Ulfric, Aiden and Khan, then slowly took a seat. Katherine sat beside Lucifer and folded her hands in her lap. 'I found Lucifer and Amos on the doorstep of the castle not long after you both were taken.' She explained. 'They are twin sons of Legion- since he's my patron Ancient it didn't seem right for me to leave them there, so... I adopted them.' She took a deep breath and looked at the table. 'A month after you left I had Mater check me.' She said softly. 'I'm infertile.' She ran a shaky hand through her hair again, wearing a guilty expression. 'Daniel attacked for the first time; I held him off and realised that the Kingdom needed a ruler, not regents. So I crowned myself and I've been in charge since. After the fourth fight I realised we needed more.' She looked up at him. 'And your women were more than willing to provide. I lifted the law forbidding us to fight, do physically strenuous work, and join the army; nearly a quarter of the capable population joined the army, Aiden- we have healers, elementals, powerful and intelligent women. I then knew we needed even more than that- so with Ulfric's help I made two extra camps on Elite island, and allowed women to join the elites. I put myself and Aurinda through the training first and edited the female training to suit our needs and our bodies. Now I govern the women, and Ulfric governs the men- though I don't doubt Morcan is already back in action.' 'You got that right.' Morcan replied. He seemed calm, and was intently listening, but his expression was hard to read. Swallowing, Katherine continued. 'Overall Varezi is better off, Aiden; it is all running much smoother and the economy has had a boost since women started real jobs, and this prohibited the amount of money men could spend in br*thels- not to mention we found a small mine beneath the volcano, filled to bursting with precious gems and metals. Once we started mining those we had enough for weapons and supplies- that's how we've lasted so long.' Finished, she sat back in her seat and tiredly rubbed at her eyes. 'I'm glad you're home.' She mumbled.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 26, 2017 16:49:05 GMT -5
"I missed you too." He murmured softly, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "What has happened here...?" He then asked, looking out of the window at the city below. Katherine awkwardly ran a hand through her hair and stepped back. 'Long story.' She told him. 'I'll tell you once you re-meet Lucifer and Amos...' she said, hurriedly leaving. About ten minutes later she returned. '-absolutely reckless and selfish of the both of you! How dare you go against what I told you!' 'Sorry, Ma.' Lucifer mumbled, clutching painfully at the still-bleeding wound on his side. He sunk into a chair that Katherine held out for him, then beckoned for the four men in the room to join her. Morcan glanced at Ulfric, Aiden and Khan, then slowly took a seat. Katherine sat beside Lucifer and folded her hands in her lap. 'I found Lucifer and Amos on the doorstep of the castle not long after you both were taken.' She explained. 'They are twin sons of Legion- since he's my patron Ancient it didn't seem right for me to leave them there, so... I adopted them.' She took a deep breath and looked at the table. 'A month after you left I had Mater check me.' She said softly. 'I'm infertile.' She ran a shaky hand through her hair again, wearing a guilty expression. 'Daniel attacked for the first time; I held him off and realised that the Kingdom needed a ruler, not regents. So I crowned myself and I've been in charge since. After the fourth fight I realised we needed more.' She looked up at him. 'And your women were more than willing to provide. I lifted the law forbidding us to fight, do physically strenuous work, and join the army; nearly a quarter of the capable population joined the army, Aiden- we have healers, elementals, powerful and intelligent women. I then knew we needed even more than that- so with Ulfric's help I made two extra camps on Elite island, and allowed women to join the elites. I put myself and Aurinda through the training first and edited the female training to suit our needs and our bodies. Now I govern the women, and Ulfric governs the men- though I don't doubt Morcan is already back in action.' 'You got that right.' Morcan replied. He seemed calm, and was intently listening, but his expression was hard to read. Swallowing, Katherine continued. 'Overall Varezi is better off, Aiden; it is all running much smoother and the economy has had a boost since women started real jobs, and this prohibited the amount of money men could spend in br*thels- not to mention we found a small mine beneath the volcano, filled to bursting with precious gems and metals. Once we started mining those we had enough for weapons and supplies- that's how we've lasted so long.' Finished, she sat back in her seat and tiredly rubbed at her eyes. 'I'm glad you're home.' She mumbled. Aiden stared at her as he processed what she had said. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and held it, then released it again, before opening his eyes again. "You have completely changed how Varezi runs." He said, looking her in the eye. He leant back and chewed his lip whilst he processed the rest of the information his gave her, before standing and looking out of the window. She's...infirtile... he thought. I...I'll never have my own children.
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