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"You were a risk, a mystery and the most certain thing I'd ever known."

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You think you know a story ,

But you only know how it ends..

To get to the heart of the story…

One must travel back to the beginning to do so and learn the truth.
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You all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf , but do you know the tale of what truly occurred and the uproar that followed the dark tale?

Listen , my child.. To the history of our lands and what it came to bare forth.

Centuries ago in a land called , Velemore there lived a King and Queen who sought to hold peace to their lands. They were kind and good in heart and yet , every heart is tainted by a darkness to them. Within years their years of marriage , the Queen bared three children who would became well known and not by that of their blood that they carried within. More so for what they would become.Their names were , Silas , Gregor and Isabella. They were the beloved of the Rulers and with each day , the grew more different than that of the other.

With all good though , evil always find a chance to arise and it did within that of their court. It was in their personal advisor , Narcisse. Narcisse had watched in the shadows the growth of their children and how little the Rulers paid heed to his words as he urged them to not so easily give power to their children for they all held traits that he found un-suitable in that of a ruler. Silas held the trait of one who threw chance after chance away and would drain the wealth of the kingdoms on his own sinful habits.. Gregor was cruel and believed that if one couldn’t uphold to his ideals and beliefs , that death suited them better than life itself. Isabella though , made him fear for the loss of power as she saw within him the true thoughts of his mind and he knew , if she rose the power that she would see to the end of his position in court.

Fear is an odd thing and changes people.. Narcisse became more and more paranoid with each passing day as he found himself unsure of what to do and in that , he turned to darker courses of action. High in the mountains of Izrael , there was rumor of a dark mage who dabbled in the arts of old and one’s that had been forbidden in the lands of Velemore. It was there , he wandered in the dark of night and rode with haste to the mountains. Narcisse brought his horse to a slow as the eerie scape of the mountains held clear to the mist of the mountains. Several crows flew over his head as they squawked and hurried into the cave openings. He stood paralyzed in his own fear as he knew once he entered there was no turning back. He breathed deep and ventured into the dark holdings of the mountains. Abandon halls laid within that were once the great mines of Aurelia in the days of old. Now abandoned due to the wars of old.. He wandered through the halls until a dark voice echoed in the confines of darkened feast hall.

“ Why do you dare to enter my halls , Human?” Spoke the dark one as darkened shadows flickered around the space as Narcisse’s head looked side to side as he breathed deep.” Dark One.. I have heard of your powers and wish to make a request of you.” The shadow nodded and awaited to hear further as he continued.” To the west lay the lands Velemore and the Ruler’s children are next in line.. Each are unfit and I find they have a need to be removed. Do with them as you wish , make them suffer for the rest of their days.” The shadow grinned slowed to himself at the novelty of the idea as his dark laughter sinisterly filled the room as he all but agreed.

“ I accept your offer and all shall pay their debts.. You say their monsters and I will make them the true monsters that mankind will fear for eternity.” The room began to quake with each word he uttered as a dark smoke burst through the walls and freed across the lands.

Narcisse slowly backed from the room and quickly ran as he rode back to the castle , as he came to thunder up the hill smoke had risen in the distance in great gusts as his eyes widened. The screams of panic and pain filled the dark sky as he rode quick to the kingdom. Bodies laid strewn to the village as their lifeless corpses were painted with true horror. His head shot up as cries echoed from the castle as people ran out with fear. It was then , a single howl pierced the night sky as it even led him to cringe as a flurry of bats departed from the West Wing.” What have I done…?” The shadow appeared against the lining of a village building as it spoke.

“ You asked for me to make them true monsters and free your kingdom.. I have done so for you.. Each now bares a dark mark that will curse them and their generations to come.For the eldest of them , I give him the curse of bloodlust.. To never be satisfied and to never see the true light of day again. He will hide in shadows and watch the one’s he love die with the age of time while he remains untouched. For the second born , I cursed him with uncontrollable rage of a mindless beast. With each waning of the moon , he will lose control and any that he dares to come into contact with will either face death or join his curse. And for the youngest , I leave her with Immortality to watch the ones she cared so deeply for become the dark she feared so great. Is this not what you wished of me?”

Narcisse found his gaze empty as he fell to his knees as the cold grip of the Dark One held to his shoulder as it spoke lowly.” Don’t worry.. If you wish to rise to power then you will have to face them.. For I made sure they knew of what you had done to them. That is my price you will now pay.” The shadow laughed with true venom as he vanished to the night as Narcisse shook with true fear in his spot as the low sounds of a growl echoed around him.

He breathed deeply and fell to his knees as the howl shook around him and then…

The sweet embrace of death took him as the ground was painted crimson as the debt was truly paid and the lands of peace were truly no more.

Isabella took to the throne and her brothers still remained hidden away whilst their true natures were revealed at night. Years came to pass and the horrors of that night became forgotten and now marked the woods in which they supposedly dwelled.

This is where our story now begins.. It was with Little Red herself , the little girl who had ignored her mother’s warning to beware to not stray from the path in the woods. For there were dark things that held to the shadows of the tree.. The tales always told of a wolf leading her from her path but , what child would truly believe the words so quick from that of a wolf?

It was on that day , that Little Red held her place in the woods as a young man kept leaned against the tree as he brushed a single wildflower under his nose to inhale as he offered a wicked smile to the young girl. He spoke sweet words as her little fluttered and clung to each word he offered as he disappeared from the road and she wandered away.. He stole away and we all know how he dared to handle the grandmother. Red came along and beheld the sight within the cabin , she questioned him and then his truest form became revealed , a living creation of Gregor. Another voice echoed in the room urging him to end the child until Red’s voice screamed in panic and a brave soul barged in.

You all know where it went from there , Right?

Gregor’s creations had swept terror across the lands and Red was but , one of the many who had come to encounter it. But , in this story.. Her grandmother was slaughtered by them and she was but the meal they wished to indulge upon. Isabella still reigned and with each day , her brother’s numbers grew vast and their bloodshed increased upon the land and left many slaughtered in their trail. She grew weary and fearful to what they had done and the hope of her people was fading fast. Several years would pass until Red herself would be the change they so needed. She had yearned for vengeance against the one that had killed the one dear to her. It was she , who hunted and slaughtered the very werewolf who had stolen her grandmother’s precious life. Word traveled among the lands and Isabella found hope in the deed of the young girl. It was then , the Queen recruited her and around her , she built and established an elite troop of skilled warriors by the name of , The Crimson Guard. Each cape given was awarded by the Queen to those who had demonstrated their exceptional heroism.

Little to their knowledge though , an uprising was coming and being led by one long thought dead in the times of the old. The Crimson Guard is readying to face the rise of the Wolves as the Blood Moon is coming to arise and little to their knowing.. An opposition of Wolves is ready to align themselves with the one’s who wish them dead in order to free their people from the cruel fate they assume they must face.
 
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Danielle Strider
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Danni


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"You wanna go wolf boy? Then let's dance."

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"Underestimate me. That'll be fun."

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GENDER
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SEXUALITY
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Al, Lou, Bel
27
Male
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Heterosexual
November 23rd
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6''2
181 LBS
Light Blue
Dirty Blonde
Slim, Athletic, Ripped
Crispy Winter
Greatsword, Crossbow, Sword
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Aiden is a kind and thoughtful man, always looking out for those around him, and those he means well. Other than that, he has a lively attitude in general, always filled with energy, hoping to keep those in his companionship happy and social. He likes adventure, and is always up for anything that holds some mystery. He always likes a challenge, so you could consider him competitive as well. Romantic at heart, he tries to keep that side hidden, but its quite obvious and easy to discover once he demonstrates his romantic side. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he's charming and even flirty from time to time.

Unfortunately, due to his past, he tends to keep some of his deepest feelings bottled up within him. Despite that, he always does try to find a solution(ist) for someone else that's in trouble. Those who know him, knows that he can be relied upon, and is always there to listen if required. There's more to Aiden's personality. Simply put, he is quite active and an idealist as well, imagining a future without violence.

There is a side of him that's rarely been seen. Aiden can be seen unrecognizeable during a fight that's been going on for too long. He is a savage with his blade and can be seen as cold-hearted, and that may as well be a way for him to release his deepest feelings. Through the battles.


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Tea, Trees, Coffee, Strawberry, Ice, Winter, The Moon, Heights, Beautiful Sceneries, Open Fields, Chess, Roses, Wine, Cold Drinks, Traveling, Oranges, Lemons, Cats, Children, Campfires, Sparring.


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Spiders, Crowded Areas, Irresponsible People, Abusive Authority, Pestering People, Dishonesty, Disloyalty, Ignorance.


hobbies
Playing the Violin, Painting, Horseback Riding, Drinking.


talents
Archery, , Hunting, Tracking, Trapping.


fears
Losing his mother.
Unable to protect those close to his heart.
Accepting that his brother is actually dead.
Unable to live up to his father's reputation.
Denies that he enjoys the thrill of battle.


strengths
Professional, Adaptable, Focused, Iron Will, Versatile, Dedication, Swordsmanship, Close Combat.


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Stubborn, Blunt, Overprotective.

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Son to Felicia Loubelle and his father, a well known hunter in Velomere. Born into a family of hunters, it came with no surprise, that their one and only son, would eventually inherit the talents of his great father. However, his parents were not strict towards him during his upbringing. More or less, they were both extremely kind towards him. They only allowed him to follow in his fathers footsteps if he truly wanted to himself.

Sure, while Aiden grew up, his father taught him many things. It started of quite simple. In the backyard, while Aiden was playing with his own toys and so on, his father was into archery among other things. There were men in the backyard who sparred with his father. That alone grabbed his attention. Many of the men who usually stopped by, always did mention that Aidan would become a fine hunter one day.

Back then, there wasn't much the young Aiden understood. He merely observed and found what his father did, exciting. At some point, he approached his father by himself and asked him to play with him. Though when they got to the backyard, the young son made an attempt to pick up one of the many swords. Too heavy for him, his father merely laughed. Even so, his father was prepared. He went back into the house and brought a wooden sword for his son.

That's where their relationship bloomed even more. With time, Aiden grew up, but not only as a hunter, but also as a knight. Yes, his mother was from a family of knights, but she never pushed that side of her, onto him. For her, it was more than enough to see her son having a great time growing up. Aiden pretty much inherited what his father taught him. His father and mother did not have a great relationship with one another. They were separated for a long time, and Aiden had to move back and forth, depending on who he wanted to spend the time with.

Striving to learn and become a hunter with great understanding of the surroundings, he eventually joined his father hunting. They went more than once. Aiden even went by himself at some point, but in the end, he felt that being just a hunter, was not enough. He wanted to do more, and serve the kingdom in another way. His mother suggested the Crimson Guards to him, and thats what he aimed for, at some point in the future.

Learning to become something else than just a hunter, the news about his father's death had eventually reached their home. His father went out hunting, but died in some unusual circumstances. His body was never recovered, but a piece of his clothing was. It was covered in nothing but blood. Aiden had lost his father, and his mother was greatly saddened by the news. They had to eventually move on, and his mother had found herself someone else to confide in. This new relationship had been going on for quite some time now. A new man, who she eventually married.

Aiden was slightly against that in the beginning, but it changed overtime. His step father and his mother had a child together. A half-brother. A younger sibling Aiden came to love ever so greatly. He was quite understanding of his entire situation. From when he was just a mere child to when he became a man. At some point, on his way home, their house was burning. His mother was just outside, screaming for help.

Rushing to his mother, he could see that the house was impossible to enter. That was the day both Aiden and his mother, lost two members of their family. His little brother, Maddox and his step-father. Aiden had to grieve once more, and so did his mother. Heartbroken, it took time to get past the unfortunate incident in their life. They never did find the body of their little brother, but they did his step-father. Having lost not only his biological father, he had also lost his little brother, and his step father.

This only made him much more determined to join the Crimson Guard. To find answers and to hopefully find out about his father's death and even his little brother. The entire situation never added up to him, or so he felt at that time. He also changed his last name to his mother's. Loubelle. Just so people wouldn't refer to him as the son of a great hunter, and to have a closer relationship with his mother, Felicia. He did it for her, and for himself.
 
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Name: Serena Victoria Andrews
Nickname: Seren, Vicky
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Birthday: October 10th
Birthplace: London, England
Ethnicity: 100% British

appearance
Height: 5ft 4inches
Weight: 107lbs
Build: Slim with slight curves
Scent: Cotton Candy/ Sugar (Slightly masking the scent of drugs).
Markings: Several scars across her back and arms, from wounds caused by a broken glass bottle.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: 2 studs in each lobe, 4 studs going up the outside of each ear and an industrial bar across the top of her left ear.

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Personality: Serena is a very cold and uncaring individual since the events with Kevin ruining her, having turned very hateful and distrusting of most people, especially those who have any form of popularity. She is a shell of her former popular, charismatic self, and usually sticks to herself, leaving her to now be perceived by most as an introvert and lonely person. She can be incredibly hostile to anyone who tries to interact with her in an even slightly threatening manner, and is incredibly defensive.

However, most of that outward persona is a barrier she has set up around herself, protecting her from further ridicule and harm. Underneath, she is still the same girl, although her aims have changed slightly. Whilst her vain nature still remains, it is less so focused on being the top dog in the school, simply more so on being the best in the situation around her. She can come off as caring to those who manage to break her hard exterior shell, but has a deep distrusting nature towards others. It is very hard for her to let someone in close, and thus it leaves her quite pessimistic and feeling quite abandoned and afraid.
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Money, Partying, Being popular, Water, Night, Winter, Reading, Metal Music (Secret), Playing Bass, Hot Chocolate, Rain, Drugs

dislikes
Backstabbers, Kevin Hastings, Popular girls, Sports, Country Music, Oranges, Fish, Heat, Schoolwork, Coffee


strengths
Cold, Heartless, Uncaring, Good Swimmer, Able to Distance Herself from Others, Defensive, Tactical

weaknesses
Vain, Fragile, Self-centered, Distrusting, Afraid, Pessimistic, Drug Addiction, Weak

history
History: Serena was born to Avery and Malcolm Andrews in London, England. Her father was a wealthy businessman, and her mother was a stay at home parent. Very quickly after her birth, before even her first birthday, she moved from England to Ravenswood, forced by a change in her father's line of work. She was too young to be affected by the change, but she never got to experience where she was born.

Quickly, she grew to be very stuck up and self centred, believing that she deserved everything handed to her on a platter, mostly influenced by her father. So, that was the attitude that she had as she started school, always having the height of most expensive fashionable clothing, and only ever associating herself with the most popular and powerful people in the school.

Serena used to be at the top of the food chain, one of the most popular girls in the school. She was a prominent member of the cheer-leading team, second only to the captain. She could pretty much get whatever she wanted, whoever she wanted, just with the bat of an eye and the occasional removal of her shirt.

Her world was perfect, and she couldn’t complain, especially when Kevin Hastings came in her way. He was charming, smart, smoking hot, and to top it off one of the hottest guys in school. So when he noticed her, she took the chance. It was at one of the regular parties where she first hooked up with him, and it continued for a few weeks. She thought she had him, she thought that they were a thing.

This went on for about a month and a half to two months, the hookups, the hanging out in school, seeming as if they were a couple. She was having the time of her life, queen of the castle, on top of the world, feeling as if nothing could stop her. (Trigger warning: Maybe the sex wasn't always as consensual as she would have liked, but she always gave in one way or another, to appease him). But soon it all came crashing down around her.

Kevin was done with her, and just as quickly as it began, he threw her to the side. Revealing pictures, texts, you name it, all revealed to the school. Her reputation was shattered within an instant, going from queen of the castle to the peasants. Everywhere she looked, people she once considered friends sneered at her and made fun of her, and she quickly retreated into the shadows. Dying her hair, changing her style, you name it, she did as much as she could to become a nobody, away from the constant eyes.

Her parents disowned her, believing that the situation could have tarnished their reputation as well. She was left alone as they packed, getting on a plane and taking off back to England without her, leaving her only the house to live in and her belongings. So, at least she wasn't homeless, and the very, very small amounts of money sent by her family to survive on kept her going, just about.But, even then, most of the money went onto her new habit, drugs.

None of it was enough, even her changes couldn’t stop the whispers and jeers in the halls, the snickers behind her back and the bullying. To get away from it, she picked up drugs, giving her something to let her mind go to as her hatred for Kevin, for them all, continued to well up and build, the only thing tethering herself to who she once was, the queen of this god damned hell hole, as she continued to try and distance herself. Everything was gone, she just didn't care anymore, becoming a shell of her former self and letting herself get lost to her new addiction, the bliss that it coursed through her body, letting her forget all her pain, all her struggle. She just couldn't deal with going from the queen of the place, to the low life rat that scurries the hall, dodging extermination.

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Kevin and Serena dated for a short period of time, in which she was not hesitant at all to get intimate. However, for reasons only she knows, the situation quickly turned sour, and Kevin ended the ordeal. However, that was not enough for him, and he quickly sent all the provocative photos she had sent to him to the rest of the school. She became the laughing stock, bullied horribly and losing all popular reputation she had, forcing her to move back into the shadows. She hit the worst period of her life, everything she had was ruined, and she was in a new rut.
Unknown to most, Kevin ended the relationship due to her worrying about him cheating on her. Whilst Serena never found out if it were true, there was strong evidence towards it, and she called Kevin out on it. When she tried to get answers he hit her repeatedly, with his hands and a broken glass bottle, digging deep into her as she tried to flee, forming permanent scars. She was knocked out by him and sent to hospital, where Kevin had said that she had gotten into a fight at a club and been knocked out. Before she could say her side, her reputation was ruined, and she suffered in silence, as if she said anything it would just be seen as trying to garner sympathy.

Secrets:
-The real reason Kevin broke up with her.
-Has an addiction to painkillers.
-Has a lesser addiction on hard drugs.​

Relationships: OPEN

Theme song: The Pretty Reckless- Kill Me

Misc:
- She has a pet dog, a husky called Minerva. She's the only other living thing that Serena lives with.
 
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AGE
GENDER
SEXUALITY
BIRTHDAY
ETHNICITY
JJ, JT, Jay, Jess
17
Male
Heterosexual
January 11th
Canadian, Slightly Brazilian
APPEARANCE

HEIGHT
WEIGHT
EYE COLOR
HAIR COLOR
BUILD
SCENT
6''1
163 LBS
Brown
Brown
Athletic, Slightly Toned
Lavender & Carame
PERSONALITY

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Jesse is a lively person at heart. Extremely easy to socialize with. If he's taken an interest in you, he'll definetely interact with you. He has a charming smile and an active mindset, and can from time to time, push you into doing something with him, but don't worry, it is always something thrilling and good, even challenging.

He can seem gloomy at times, especially when something reminds him about his friendship with Kevin, or someone else he knows had a bad relationship with the deceased. What he feels deep down within him, he keeps bottled up. Its his own burden he refuses to share with others. It is not easy to earn his trust, or to actually, have him open up and share those feelings.

Unfortunately, his attitude has changed drastically overtime. Even if he does retain his positive energy, he can easily get provoked and angered. That alone has caused trouble at school, and even after. Ending up in fights and so on. A bad boy. Thats basically his reputation at school and in Ravenswood in general, and he does not attempt to prevent his reputation from worsening.

Not even his own mother, who is a psychiatrist, can get him to open up. Maybe he changed because of Kevin's death, or so his parents believe. That's quite funny.


likes
Football, Basketball, Games, Chocolate Cake, Strawberries, Snickers Ice Cream, Parties, Training, Oranges, Bananas, Burgers, Spicy Food, Rain, Cooking, Music, Barbeques, Beaches, Cats, Classical Rap Music, Netflix, Boxing, Motorcycles.


dislikes
Being Sick, Bullies, Authority, Persistent People, Condescending People, Snow, Licorice, Screeching Noise, Soap Operas.


strengths
Football, Writing, Rock Climbing, Playing the Guitar, Decathlon, Boxing.


weaknesses
Good Food, Nights Out With Friends, Reckless, Provocation.


secrets
Haven't told anyone about Kevin's drug addiction.
Haven't told his family that most of the trouble in the past was actually Kevin, and not him.
Haven't spoken to Giselle about the rape, or to anyone else. Has kept it bottled up.
Casually hangs out with Kevin's crowd of drug addicts. Keeping his bad boy status.
Visits a boxing gym to express his deepest feelings, or when he just wants to be left alone.

HISTORY

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Born into a family of four, Jesse is the oldest sibling in the Tremblay family. He only has a little sister; Alyssa. His parents, Jules and Cassandra Tremblay, are both well known in Ravenswood. The former being the Sheriff in town, whereas his mother, being a very good psychiatrist. The Tremblay family may even date back a century, having been a part of the town for many generations.

There isn't actually a lot to say about the family. They have a simple yet standard lifestyle like the majority of people in Ravenswood. In a small town like that, everyone knows one another. Jesse and his little sister grew up without any hiccups or issues. A middle-class family at that, or slightly above that, if one may be inclined to call it that.

Growing up, Jesse was always active. Filled with energy, he had many friends. From kindergarten, to elementary school and so on. He eventually met Kevin, who eventually became his best friend, or so he felt, even if it may have been one sided. Despite being friends with Kevin, he had others to hang out with as well. Though when they were younger, and they understood the world ever so little, all they needed were toys and fun.

With time, things changed and Kevin and Jesse got closer as friends. They even joined the same football team. They even hung out as much as they could. Perhaps, because of the Golden Boy, he ended up with the number of a few girls. The odds would always increase if one were to be a part of the football team. Even if Jesse wasn't as popular as Kevin, he was still popular, to a degree.

Jesse never cared for the spotlight, but his close friend did. It never bothered him. Though Jesse had a bigger click of friends than Kevin, and the latter always did butt in, but no one really cared about it. Jesse never thought of it. It was good in his book. Back then he was an open book. He shared what he felt with his best buddy, and the latter did the same, but in a different way.

However, it all had to spiral down from there. Jesse's relationship with Kevin changed. Jesse became more distant. There were a few things he picked up about his "best friend". He ended up in trouble with his family more than once. He obviously kept it all bottled up. And eventually, Kevin died, and things changed. Ravenswood changed when the Golden Boy was declared dead.

Jesse's reputation changed, but it was not because of Kevin's death. Jesse became more reserved, more gloomy, but still retained his energetic attitude. Though, it was towards those he knew and hung out with, but perhaps, he picked up a few things from the past and kept on doing it, even if it was all Kevin's doing.

KEVIN HASTINGS CONNECTION(S)
As a very close friend to Kevin, they used to hang out with a unique crowd after school. It was Kevin's idea. It was more or less a social gathering. Hanging out with cool kids older than them. It was soon revealed that the crowd they met were people who were into drugs. Dealing and using. They knew Kevin was rich, and Jesse never felt comfortable around them. Like Kevin, Jesse never did drugs, but was there for his friend, just in case. Couldn't let the Golden Boy of Ravenswood down, now could he.

That was not the end of it. Kevin knew that Jesse's father was the Sheriff in Ravenswood, and that alone made Jesse important to Kevin. Close friend or not, Jesse was merely being used, though indirectly. Drug addiction was not the only thing. Kevin enjoyed BnE among terrorizing people at their home when they did not like it. Scratching someones car just because they did not know their place before Kevin. Jesse being such a good friend, he always took the blame. "You're dad's a cop right? Cool, we're good then."

One more thing. Jesse knew the relationship Giselle had with Kevin. At first, it felt like a serious relationship. There had been moments in the past where other girls fawned over the Golden Boy. Other moments where he had a relationship with someone else. Though with Giselle it felt different, and it lasted for a while. It all changed when Kevin called Jesse one night to pick him up at a certain place. He eventually picked up Kevin, however, the conversation they had in the car changed his perspective about the Golden Boy. What he felt for a while inside was inevitably true. Kevin was no friend. He simply used Jesse. He even spoke about Giselle like she was another score. Spoke about her like she did not want him, but he wanted her, and he eventually did get her. At school, it was evident on Giselle's face that that night, she was raped by Kevin.

Jesse casually confronted Kevin, but he brushed it off as if it was only half the truth. Like Giselle is just another whore. And if she went to the cops, Jesse's dad would save the day, if not, then his parents would take care of it. What a bastard.
 
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Dakota Piper Jennings
Kota, Pixie-Stix
Sixteen
Female/Sugar
May 4th, 2001
TBD
TBD

personality
"I try to see a bright side to everything, and I know people get annoyed by it, but nobody would watch Bambi if all you saw was his mom die, right??"

Dakota Jennings is, without question, the epitome of effervescence. Like the lovechild of sunshine and rainbows, she seemed to carry herself with a nearly delirious (though no less deliberate) sense of constant optimism and joy. Her spirits can be, at times, a bit unnerving, but for the most part, she carries herself with such unmitigated happiness that most find her pleasant, in not contagious. Her warmth and excitability, as well as her generally selfless outlook are all well intended, though for some, best taken in small doses.

Dakota is not without her flaws, however. Most notable is her inability to contain her excitement, particularly when coupled with the consumption of quite literally anything containing sugar. She has a tendency to be exceedingly -over- helpful, and doesn't always understand that not everything can be fixed... especially with her brand of blind cheeriness.

STRENGTHS
Optimistic | There is no end to Dakota's abilities to see the silver lining in whatever situation befalls her.
Generally Selfless | Dakota's first thoughts are generally not for herself, but for others, and she has a mind for wanting to 'fix' problems, even if her methods aren't always so well received.
Compassionate | Dakota cares about everyone she meets. It doesn't seem to matter if she's known then for five years or five minutes.
Insightful | Despite her often times overexcited nature, Dakota has a knack for being quite insightful at times, offering surprisingly effective advice...

FLAWS
Overly Excitable | Particularly when paired with sugar of any kind, Dakota is possessed with a nearly unmanageable excitability that borders on hyperactive.
Naive | Too trusting for her own good, Dakota doesn't think poorly of anyone she meets and has a tendency to believe a person's word all too willingly.
Weak | Despite her ability, Dakota is quite lacking in physical strength and while she cannot be easily physically harmed, she isn't much use offensively (or with heavy lifting).
Forgetful | Dakota isn't exactly blessed with an eidetic memory, to any degree, and tends to forget small details easily.
biography
"...Wait. What do you mean 'the personification of cotton-candy' isn't a compliment? I think that sounds -amazing-."

Dakota did not have a childhood embroiled in tragedy. She grew up in a cozy neighborhood, with loving parents, James and Eileen, three siblings Jimmy, Laine and Fiona, and two erratic, chaotic mutts named Riggs and Murtaugh. Her mother a grocery clerk, her father a night security guard at a small bank, the most dramatic incidences within the Jennings family typically occurred during family game night.

Then the meteors hit, and while not everything changed, some things certainly did. For Dakota, she didn't come to realize just how much until an accident

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For being a powerhouse of energy, Dakota is a wisp of a thing, physically. Her size, while hardly impressive, has it's benefits - as she is often mistaken as quite weak, her abilities underestimated. She stands at barely five-feet, and less than a hundred pounds, with a slender frame, especially narrow in the waist, and long, slightly gangly limbs, with smaller hands and feet.

Her features are soft and delicate, with a round face, a button nose and a slightly-upturned mouth. Her eyes, ash-blue are set slightly far apart, with long lashes and thin, arched brows, her hair just below her shoulders, a light blonde with darker undertones.

Depending on her mood, Dakota can be quite dramatic with her make-up and wardrobe, or else she wears none at all and dresses with a casual, comfortable air. This tends to be a polarizing effect that makes her age difficult to determine. All in all, the word to describe her is generally in the vein of 'adorable', though not always intended favorably...
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5'0"
95lbs.
Blonde
Blue-grey
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Seth Brander​

Age | Thirty Three|| Height | 6'2" || Weight | 170lbs. || Nickname | Peach

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Seth Brander came from a background that effectively prepared the man for a life as a cop. With three generations of cops before him, it was almost coded into his DNA, and even as a child, he had no greater desire.

So when, at seventeen, he accidentally got his highschool sweetheart pregnant, and soon thereafter became a single father to a little girl, much of that plan fell to the wayside. It was roughly four years later that he was finally able to follow his dream, and another six before he saw his detective badge, but where a man his age might have been wrought with regrets, Seth had none...

In truth, while proud of his career and the life he's built around it, he never fails to tell anyone he meets that his greatest accomplishment in life is his daughter, Christina.

...That, and keeping Odessa alive, every day.

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Seth is a man, all too used to dealing with finicky, frustrating people, and he handles it with an air of patience and understanding that at times, seems almost inhuman.

While he is charming, and charismatic, most of his time outside of his job is taken up by his daughter, so he finds it difficult to engage in the typical social adventures men his age do... Still, he is a romantic at heart, and has no qualms about showing it, whenever he can.​
 
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Beads of light collected in the droplets of wine splashed across the surface of the table, the cup tipped on it's side, a current red river flowing into Abrigel's lap. Red was everywhere; like the scene of a massacre, the victim her highness's patience. The temper tantrum befitting a child had plunged the room into near silence, the only sound the rustling of Dansin's coat, as he wiped specks of wine from his forehead and cheek. The queen sat like rigid stone, staring down the red-haired girl with icy animosity.

"I think perhaps it would be best for all of us to retire." The interruption finally came from Crispin, his clear, steady voice penetrating the tension with a much needed air of calm sincerity.

"Agreed..." The king's voice, neither steady, nor calm, broke from the doorway, where he stood watching the room with passive authority. The blue in his eyes, deep, darkened by anger, was fixed on his wife, who shrunk some in her seat beneath the stare.

Chairs scraped against stone and the brunt of King Ordin's children rose, leaving Abrigel on her own, staring helplessly at the puddle of wine as it pooled on her skirts and onto the floor beneath her slippered feet. With some small measure of apprehension, Crispin held a scrap of fabric, a napkin out to her. Slowly, the others filed out, past their father and into the hall. Pausing along the way, Dansin plucked up the glass bottle that had fallen from the table in the fray, "No sense in wasting--" He mused, lips snapping in a cocky smile. But with a glance from his father, he set the bottle down, the smirk dissolving as he disappeared from the room.

All that remained now were Ordin, Aimera and Abrigel.

"You're dismissed..." Ordin muttered coldly to the queen. Her eyes twitched to her husband, her hands knotting into fists, but without argument she stood, following in her children's wake. When she had gone, Ordin's gaze shifted to Abrigel, who looked up from the puddle to meet her father's eyes.

"I'm sorry..." She started, but he held up a hand, the lilt of his voice shifting to a tone all too familiar. A reminder of the burden that she placed on him, every day.

"Don't. I saw what happened." Moving to the table, Ordin pulled out a chair and sank down into it, "I should apologize. No... she should. Time and again I have told her that sort of behavior is out of line. You don't deserve to be treated that way, and it's certainly not appropriate..."

"I baited her. It was my fault... It's just..." Frowning, Abrigel's eyes fell to her lap again, "I can't understand why she's so angry with me. What I've done..."

"It's not what you've done, Abrigel. It's what I've done."

"It's been so long..."


"Anger has no sense of time, Dear Heart. And however misplaced hers is... it isn't entirely wrong." A sigh escaped and Ordin pinched his brow, "I've done terrible things. Unforgivable things..."

"Papa..."

Holding his hand up again, Ordin smiled faintly, "You'll understand, someday, sweet girl. You are a light in on my darkened path, that I do not deserve... My sins are great and I will answer for them some--"

Ordin paused as the door to the dining hall opened and a small, timid mouse of a man stepped inside. He might’ve been handsome, were it not for the strange scrap of hair across his upperlip, which he idly scratched at with long, thin fingers, "Your Majesty... I beg pardon. It's just, you told me to inform you if any news came from Thornwild..."

Rising, Ordin's expression fell oddly stoic, "Go on, Amblin?"

"The King, Your Majesty... He's dead."




The basket was only half filled, and most of it scraps, but even when the best she could do were crumbs collected from the ashes of the fireplace, Abrigel would bring them. And without fail, no matter the bounty, the people were gracious and welcoming. For over two years now, Abrigel had come when she could, bringing what she could scrape together - food and clothes, blankets... even medicine, though the apothecary at the palace was a painfully suspicious man and she daren't take anything without his say so.

She had seen little change in their way of life, in their declining health or their living arrangements, but their spirits, certainly seemed lifted. And after the dinner she'd had, that was all she needed to see. Perhaps it was a touch selfish, and she could acknowledge as much, even if it hardly made her feel good, but she needed to do something... anything worthwhile just to banish the queen's hateful words from her mind.

She'd been dismissed as soon as the news came of King Baronthorn's death, and it hardly came as a surprise. Her father was a good man to her, whatever he said about sins and darkness, but even Abrigel, with little understanding of political matters, could comprehend the importance of the Thornwild king's passing. Cain'loren was a successful kingdom, but to gain control of Thornwild was to gain control of Ellemar... In the hands of another kingdom, that would be a disastrous outcome.


She understood then, why it was so important to her father. But she didn't necessarily enjoy the political intrigue that was sure to come of it. So she had packed what she could from the kitchen scraps, thrown them into her basket and donned her cloak, making the journey from the palace to the Western District as the sun cut along the horizon, bathing the city's white walls in a blaze of orange light. She reached Micha's home as shadows stretched out into blocks and the sky overhead darkened to a muted violet.

"Princess!" Micha greeted her with a kiss to her cheek and a toothless smile, his grizzled hands clapped around her own, warm from a fever he'd been fighting since the rain storm two weeks prior, "You've come! Oh, I had hoped you might. Greta’s about to set the table... Have you eaten?"

"Ah. That's sweet of you, Micha, but we've talked about this... Besides, I've just had supper. ."

"That my food is for my family. You're as good as family to me, Abrigel. None of that nonsense."

Smiling delicately, Abrigel shook her head, holding out the basket, "I haven't got much. I'm sorry. There's a few more blankets, and some bits of meat and bread. I managed to grab a bottle of wine for you and Greta. I'd feel bad taking it, except I'm certain Dansin would have gone back for it if I hadn't."

"Well! That's exciting, indeed. You'll at least have some wine, then. Celebrate?"

Her smile folding away, Abrigel looked down at her skirts, still stained from the wine at dinner, "I've had a bit more than I rather cared to, tonight. But thank you, Micha. You'll give Greta my love?"

"Of course, child. Be safe..."

"You, too."

Handing over the basket, Abrigel turned back in the direction she'd come. The first signs of starlight sparked across indigo and glancing up, Abrigel released a soft sigh into the silent evening. It was her only hope that if Cain'loren was to assume the Thornwild throne that things in the Western District would improve, but sometimes it felt as if she was fooling herself in thinking there would ever be resolution for the people who made their home there. Still... where she could help, she would... as long as she was able.







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The bastard had lied. It wasn't the first time, and certainly it wouldn't be the last. Ordin was a man of many faces, and so few of them were honest. But this? This was beyond any predilection the man had covered up before. Devon Cordain wasn't much of a soldier, but he was a damn good man. Losing him had been a blow. Now nearly two years later, the scars of the skirmish in the Nimue pass finally healing, news came that Calin had not been expecting.

The missive, signed by the king himself, to set Devon at the front, to all but ensure the young man didn't come home. And why? The message didn't say, but Calin wasn't stupid. Raenna had hardly been discreet in her affections for the young man. Their decision to elope and the timing of the missive were entirely too coincidental. It was at least the second time Ordin had meddled in such affairs. The first time, it had cost Ordin a trusted friend and a pinky finger... this time would be considerably worse.

"You're sure?" He asked, glancing up from the parchment.

"I watched him write it myself. When I asked him about it, he told me it wasn't any business of mine. Not the first time he's kept something from me. I had to assume that it had something to do with another one of his whores..." Calin's fingers tightened around the missive, but he bit his tongue, looking away from the fair haired woman, who continued, "So when he retired to bed, I read it."

"You're lucky you weren't caught. He could've had your head for that."

"He's done much worse than I have. King or not..."

"Does Raenna know?"

"No. I haven't the heart to tell her. Not after... not after all that happened. Losing her child... and then that foul man discarding her, as if she were nothing."

“Sounds familiar.” Calin muttered, beneath his breath before glancing up, “Say nothing of this to anyone, Aimera. We must be wise in our actions. Even to meet this way, it could be seen as treason. We must play our roles with caution. In time, we’ll reconcile all of this. Understand?”

“Yes. Thank you, Cal…”

“Indeed. Goodnight, Aimera.”





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“Aren’t you excited, M’lady? I hear it’s like a whole ‘nother world, down there. Like a fairytale.” As Nadine mused, she tightened the leather thong around Raenna’s braid, tying it tightly. Raenna smiled at the words, giving a small shake of her head.

“It’s hardly another world, Nadine. But I am excited. Though I doubt I’ll have much time to explore properly. I’m to meet with the queen as soon as we arrive, and I imagine it will take some time to negotiate my father’s terms.”

“You’ll simply have to insist the queen show you around! OH, I’ve heard it’s so beautiful… And the men…”

Frowning softly, Raenna shifted, cutting off Nadine’s girlish giggle with a curt note of disapproval, “It’s a diplomatic mission, Nadine.”

“Right, of course. Sorry, M’lady.” Straightening, Nadine set the brush down on the mantel and with a tight smile, bowed her head, “I’ll leave to rest, Princess. Good luck, tomorrow.” Nadine retreated and with a sigh, Raenna leaned back in her chair, her index finger brushing across her neck. She’d stopped wearing the necklace at her father’s insistence, but sometimes she could still feel it there, pressed against her throat. It was all she had left of Devon…

Brushing a hand across her cheek she rose and moving to her bed, sank down beneath the covers. Tomorrow she and Dansin left for Bastillos. They would meet a man who hailed from the underground city at the border and he would guide them the rest of the way. She wasn’t escaping life in Cain’loren. She knew that, but whatever she told Nadine, the change would be nice. It was welcome. It was needed…


















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“But I don’t understand… Why do you have to go? Why can’t she go on her own?”

Tying the strings on his trousers, Dansin glanced back over his shoulder at the young brunette camped out on her stomach, across the edge of his bed. She was a pretty young thing, dark blue eyes, lashes that curled up towards eyebrows a little too thick. He liked her, even if he couldn’t remember for the life of him what the poor creature’s name was.

“My father doesn’t deem it appropriate for any of my sisters to travel on their own with a male guide. Normally he insists on Crispin going, but well… I guess brother dear has other plans. But I’ll be back in a few days…” Moving to the bed, he bent down and pressed a kiss to the girl’s temple, before straightening upright.

“And you promise to tell me? The minute you return?”

“Of course.” He lied, his smile brilliant, “But if I’m going to be any useful sort of guardian to my sister, I should get some rest. Come on, up with you.”

Giggling, the girl straightened, rising to her feet, “If I don’t hear from you, I’ll be awfully sore. The minute you return.”

“You have my word.” She bent and kissed him and was off like a feather in the wind, tightening the laces of her bodice as she went. Rolling his eyes, Dansin bounced back off the bed and made for the door at the back of his chamber, pulling it open. A few seconds passed, before a petite young blonde appeared around the corner, smiling coyly at him with a wave of her delicate hand.

Grinning, Dansin stepped back, holding the door opened for her.

Margo. He was pretty sure this one’s name was Margo…












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His mother’s outburst at dinner was greatly disturbing… It was hardly the first time that something had happened along those lines, and with tension only increasing in the palace, it wasn’t likely to be the last time. Abrigel’s betrothal to Eifion Valerys had come as a shock to all of them, but none more than Abrigel. The man, for all his intelligence and social graces seemed hardly the sort to tolerate her occasional well meaning willfulness, a penchant for aiding those in need, and for someone so soft and delicate as his sister, it was little wonder she’d taken the news poorly.

But his mother’s attempts at moving up their marriage, and announcing it at dinner the way she had…? Rarely did Crispin find himself so disappointed in someone. And perhaps Abrigel’s reaction had been less than proper, but to hurl a goblet of wine at the poor girl? This, decidedly, was why a king lacking in certain upstanding virtues was a danger. His father was a decent leader, a fair and just ruler, but his inability to remain faithful to his wife had proven, time and time again, detrimental to the family.

His mother would never accept Abrigel… She was a reminder of her husband’s infidelities, and whether or not that was fair to Abrigel, she was the only one that his mother would dare to blame. At least out loud. Things over the years had gone from bad to worse and they were guaranteed to escalate. He’d need to speak to his father, as soon as possible.

“M’lord…?” The door opened slowly and Crispin glanced up from his desk to see a familiar face in the frame.

“Douglas. Come in, please.”

“Ah. I don’t want to interrupt, sir. It’s just… a letter has arrived.” Moving into the room, Douglas held the missive out and Crispin took hold of it with a small nod.

“Right. Thank you…” As Douglas turned to leave, Crispin pried the letter open and pulled out the parchment from without, a small frown forming as he read over the words, color brightening his pale cheeks.

“That woman…” He muttered, setting the letter down, but as he did, the faintest smile turned at the corner of his lips, and pulling out a quill and parchment of his own, he got to work composing a reply.







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It was getting worse. With every passing day, her chest grew tighter, the weight pressing against her lungs with ferocity. She’d tried her best to keep it hidden, but the cough wasn’t improving and it had been only a matter of time before her father noticed.

Naxis. She was being sent away to Naxis - piled into a carriage, the missive sent to the shore kingdom with absolute urgency. Her first venture from the palace, and undoubtedly, she would see nothing of value, cooped up in the walls of Castle Fall.

Across from her Keira’s fingers were busy working embroidery stitches onto a skirt, Rosleigh cleared her throat and the young woman looked up, “Alright, Princesss?”

“Do… do you think I’ll die there?”

Straightening, Keira set down her stitching, brow quirked, “M’lady?”

“Naxis. Do you think that’s where I’ll die?”

“Good heavens, Princess! What sort of talk is this? Of course not… Why on earth would you…”

“It’s just… I was so angry. With father… For sending me away. I… I’m afraid I said some terrible things. If… if this is the end…?”

Reaching forward, Keira rested her hand against Rosleigh’s, “Oh, sweetheart. You’ll be fine… Your father… he understands. You love him, and he loves you dearly. Trust me, a little sea air, some time to relax and you’ll be good as new.”

Turning her hands over, Rosleigh clasped Keira’s her eyes fogging with tears, “Thank you. I’ve been awful to everyone.”

“You’re scared… It’s perfectly reasonable.” A sigh escaped the young servant girl and sinking back, she plucked up her stitching again, “I’ve heard it’s lovely, Nasix. At the foot of the waterfalls, and right near the coast, overlooking the Eastern sea… I think it will be good for you, little one.”

“...Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it will be good to get away for a bit…”

"You should rest, Dear Princess. We'll be there in a few hours, yet. I'll wake you, when we've arrived."

Nodding, Rosleigh turned away, leaning up against the side of the carriage. In but a few minutes, she was asleep...

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The little girl was a problem. She had never been a factor, never been a part of the plan, but she had seen something, and while the word of a servant and a child was hardly binding, if even one miserable creature believed her… She'd been dealt with, but it was sloppy and crude, and they'd had to reveal the nature of Baronthorn’s death. Murder wouldn't sit well with most members of the council, and some were likely to hold suspicion. He'd bought time… but there was much work to do.

Still, two elements had fallen. Only three remained. The brat of a ward… that damnable Prince of the People… and the council. The latter would be easy enough to sway, and the ward posed little trouble, but the Prince character. He would need to be handled aggressively.


But Irin had a gift for planning. He'd find a way. Pin everything on the fool of a vigilante and break down his invisible kingdom before he had a chance to ruin all of the hard work Irin had put into his grand scheme. Things would be changing in Thornwild… soon enough.


First, the council. They would need to trust him and in order for that to happen, he needed to ensure them he was the right man for the throne. His lack of royal blood would prove little problem if all came to order. What he needed was an advocate. Someone to put their faith in him, and by proxy instill faith in the council as well. Already he has pieces in play, people in the proper positions. He'd considered all the angles.


No one would surprise him again. The servant girl's unfortunate discovery was a mistake, and it would be the last. Of that, he was deadly certain.

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Aeona sat before the throne, her knees curled beneath her, tears rolling down her cheeks, leaving little pools of dampness in the folds of her skirts. He was gone. Arden. Taken by trusted hands, stolen from Thornwild, leaving her behind. Her broken family now gone completely. First her parents, then Jorad and Arden… it was cruel. Bitterly cruel.


Footsteps sounded behind her and rising swiftly, she spun round to find a familiar face watching her. Without a word, she ran to the cloaked figure, arms looping round his waist with a sob. With hesitation, Jace Ore caught hold of her, a hand on her back, one cupped behind her head, as she burrowed into his chest, a kiss pressed into her hair, “I'm here… Shh… I'm here. I'm sorry I took so long. Oh, Aeona, my treasure… I'm so sorry.”


Pulling away, wiping vainly at her cheeks, Aeona’s lips fell in a frown, “I don't understand, Jace… I don't understand why anyone would do this.”


“Because we're close, Beloved. We're so close. I promised you we'd find whoever was responsible for Jorad’s death… and I haven't forgotten that. We're uncovering something someone wants hidden, and it cost Arden his life. Aeona, listen… I'm afraid for you. Whoever is doing this… I think they're after more than just the throne. And I'm afraid they might assume you'll be another obstacle in their way. I want to take you away from here… somewhere safe. But first there's something I need to tell you.”


“I already know, Jace… who you are. I've suspected for some time, now. Since Arden took you into his confidence. I… I imagine it's why he never minded the way I… How I felt about you.”


Brushing a thumb across her jaw, Jace shook his head, a crack of a smile forming, “I must be slipping for you to have rooted me out so quickly.”


“I’m not the only one who loves you, Jace. And very few people love this kingdom the way you do. It was easy for me to see you behind so important a position. Not to mention your disappearing all those times. When mysteriously the People’s Prince would be seen? I put a few things together.”


“Clever girl. But if you know, than you understand the danger? Not only that I face, but that I’ve put you in? You understand why I need to take you away from here?”


“I do. And I’ll go. But Jace… Oh, Jace.” Her arms looped around him again, pulling herself tightly to him, “You’re all I have left. If… if something happened to you…”


“If anything happens to me, it will be because I’ve the duty that was put upon me by the people of this land.” Feeling her tense beneath his gentle embrace, his smile softened and easing her back, he grasped her hands, bringing her knuckles to his lips, “But I’ll be safe, my love. I swear it. And when this is over… you and I will finally be married, just as I promised.”


“We were only children when you made that promise. And if I recall it was shortly after you’d put mud down the back of my gown and pulled my hair. I’d threatened to tell Jorad you were bullying me…”


“Aye. You called me a stupid boy and I told you that I only did it because I loved you…”


“And I said if you loved me, you’d best marry me.”


“So I gave you my word that I would..” Tenderly tugging her forward, Jace kissed her, and as he pulled away he twisted a lock of hair around his finger with a coy smile, “I did, you know? Love you. Even then…”


“Well, I would hope so.” Aeona replied, breathlessly, “I couldn’t stand you…”


Laughing, he kissed her again for quite some time. When he released her, it was with a solemn expression, a shake of his head, “I’ll come back for you, tonight. After your maid leaves… Be ready?”


“...I will. Be safe, Jace.”


“I will.” With a kiss to her forehead he turned and looking back at her, he disappeared from the throne room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

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The king was dead. The king was dead and he was a fairy princess if that pitiful servant girl had anything to do with it. No. There was no doubt in his mind that two acts of murder had taken place - and somehow, someway, he was going to get to the bottom of it all. Irin had his suspicions, of course - a wild accusation against the People’s Prince - but one not entirely without merit.


The man was a vigilante, and while he most typically dealt with those outside of Thornwild’s best interests, he nevertheless held some disregard for the king’s authority. If he thought the king ought to be removed… forcibly?


But no… Though Rigor had never met him, he’d seen the man’s work and privately, he’d admired it - he’d seen the control the man had, to ensure no one innocent was harmed in his quest to see the city safeguarded. But he was nevertheless capable of great atrocities… and murdering the king to ensure the best for Thornwild didn’t seem entirely a stretch. Poisoning an innocent girl to play the scapegoat, though? That was where Irin lost Rigor. That, and the despicable way the man referred to the poor dead girl as ‘that miserable creature’ left a terrible taste in his mouth.


Rigor was a man who believe in law and order within the kingdom, and he would do his duty to bring the Prince to justice if that was what he was called to do… but often what was right and what felt right were not always to coincide.


“It’s true then?” The voice interrupting his thoughts belonged to his brother, unmistakeable in it’s familiarity. Balmir, for all of Rigor’s sense of solemnity and command, carried a certain quality of freedom his elder brother could only dream of. Balmir had wanted desperately to escape family duty, but it had been Rigor that had eventually convinced him to enlist in Baronthorn’s patrol. Now, day by day he watched the light in his brother’s eyes fade a little more. Today, it seemed almost entirely gone.


“Bal… I was just coming to find you.”


“The king? Is he really dead?”


“...Aye. Last night. I… I assume you’ve heard the whole of it?”


“Murdered. By a servant girl? I can’t believe it.” Frowning, Rigor watched his brother’s expression shifting, noted the look of actual disbelief.


“...It does seem a bit odd, indeed.”


“Rig… Look… I never wanted this job. You know that. You know it and father knew it as well. But I took it, because it felt like the right thing to do. Because you convinced me it was the right thing to do. Well, I’ve a chance now to make something of myself and I’d like to take that chance. I want to investigate what happened. I want to find the truth out for myself. With your permission, of course.”


The frown twisted, and as a brow lifted, Rigor smiled faintly, “...That’s not entirely the speech I’d prepared myself to hear. You’re sure you want to take this on?”


“The man had faults… but he was a good king, and I stand by the oath I took, whether I stood by the desire to give it or not.”


“Very well. But Bal... Tread carefully. Keep your eyes opened and trust no one but me. I fear this is a greater threat than we can anticipate.”


“You’ve my word.” Nodding, Balmir headed for the door again and watching him leave, Rigor sighed. Their father would have been proud, though whether or not Rigor was pleased with that notion, only time would tell.

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CAIN'LOREN
FOR CROWN AND FOR LAND
.





Abrigel Baelston
.


Beads of light collected in the droplets of wine splashed across the surface of the table, the cup tipped on it's side, a​
current red river flowing into Abrigel's lap. Red was everywhere; like the scene of a massacre, the victim her highness's patience. The temper tantrum befitting a child had plunged the room into near silence, the only sound the rustling of Dansin's coat, as he wiped specks of wine from his forehead and cheek. The queen sat like rigid stone, staring down the red-haired girl with icy animosity.

"I think perhaps it would be best for all of us to retire." The interruption finally came from Crispin, his clear, steady voice penetrating the tension with a much needed air of calm sincerity.

"Agreed..." The king's voice, neither steady, nor calm, broke from the doorway, where he stood watching the room with passive authority. The blue in his eyes, deep, darkened by anger, was fixed on his wife, who shrunk some in her seat beneath the stare.

Chairs scraped against stone and the brunt of King Ordin's children rose, leaving Abrigel on her own, staring helplessly at the puddle of wine as it pooled on her skirts and onto the floor beneath her slippered feet. With some small measure of apprehension, Crispin held a scrap of fabric, a napkin out to her. Slowly, the others filed out, past their father and into the hall. Pausing along the way, Dansin plucked up the glass bottle that had fallen from the table in the fray, "No sense in wasting--" He mused, lips snapping in a cocky smile. But with a glance from his father, he set the bottle down, the smirk dissolving as he disappeared from the room.

All that remained now were Ordin, Aimera and Abrigel.

"You're dismissed..." Ordin muttered coldly to the queen. Her eyes twitched to her husband, her hands knotting into fists, but without argument she stood, following in her children's wake. When she had gone, Ordin's gaze shifted to Abrigel, who looked up from the puddle to meet her father's eyes.

"I'm sorry..." She started, but he held up a hand, the lilt of his voice shifting to a tone all too familiar. A reminder of the burden that she placed on him, every day.

"Don't. I saw what happened." Moving to the table, Ordin pulled out a chair and sank down into it, "I should apologize. No... she should. Time and again I have told her that sort of behavior is out of line. You don't deserve to be treated that way, and it's certainly not appropriate..."

"I baited her. It was my fault... It's just..." Frowning, Abrigel's eyes fell to her lap again, "I can't understand why she's so angry with me. What I've done..."

"It's not what you've done, Abrigel. It's what I've done."

"It's been so long..."


"Anger has no sense of time, Dear Heart. And however misplaced hers is... it isn't entirely wrong." A sigh escaped and Ordin pinched his brow, "I've done terrible things. Unforgivable things..."

"Papa..."

Holding his hand up again, Ordin smiled faintly, "You'll understand, someday, sweet girl. You are a light in on my darkened path, that I do not deserve... My sins are great and I will answer for them some--"

Ordin paused as the door to the dining hall opened and a small, timid mouse of a man stepped inside. He might’ve been handsome, were it not for the strange scrap of hair across his upperlip, which he idly scratched at with long, thin fingers, "Your Majesty... I beg pardon. It's just, you told me to inform you if any news came from Thornwild..."

Rising, Ordin's expression fell oddly stoic, "Go on, Amblin?"

"The King, Your Majesty... He's dead."

The basket was only half filled, and most of it scraps, but even when the best she could do were crumbs collected​
from the ashes of the fireplace, Abrigel would bring them. And without fail, no matter the bounty, the people were gracious and welcoming. For over two years now, Abrigel had come when she could, bringing what she could scrape together - food and clothes, blankets... even medicine, though the apothecary at the palace was a painfully suspicious man and she daren't take anything without his say so.

She had seen little change in their way of life, in their declining health or their living arrangements, but their spirits, certainly seemed lifted. And after the dinner she'd had, that was all she needed to see. Perhaps it was a touch selfish, and she could acknowledge as much, even if it hardly made her feel good, but she needed to do something... anything worthwhile just to banish the queen's hateful words from her mind.

She'd been dismissed as soon as the news came of King Baronthorn's death, and it hardly came as a surprise. Her father was a good man to her, whatever he said about sins and darkness, but even Abrigel, with little understanding of political matters, could comprehend the importance of the Thornwild king's passing. Cain'loren was a successful kingdom, but to gain control of Thornwild was to gain control of Ellemar... In the hands of another kingdom, that would be a disastrous outcome.

She understood then, why it was so important to her father. But she didn't necessarily enjoy the political intrigue that was sure to come of it. So she had packed what she could from the kitchen scraps, thrown them into her basket and donned her cloak, making the journey from the palace to the Western District as the sun cut along the horizon, bathing the city's white walls in a blaze of orange light. She reached Micha's home as shadows stretched out into blocks and the sky overhead darkened to a muted violet.

"Princess!" Micha greeted her with a kiss to her cheek and a toothless smile, his grizzled hands clapped around her own, warm from a fever he'd been fighting since the rain storm two weeks prior, "You've come! Oh, I had hoped you might. Greta’s about to set the table... Have you eaten?"

"Ah. That's sweet of you, Micha, but we've talked about this... Besides, I've just had supper. ."

"That my food is for my family. You're as good as family to me, Abrigel. None of that nonsense."

Smiling delicately, Abrigel shook her head, holding out the basket, "I haven't got much. I'm sorry. There's a few more blankets, and some bits of meat and bread. I managed to grab a bottle of wine for you and Greta. I'd feel bad taking it, except I'm certain Dansin would have gone back for it if I hadn't."

"Well! That's exciting, indeed. You'll at least have some wine, then. Celebrate?"

Her smile folding away, Abrigel looked down at her skirts, still stained from the wine at dinner, "I've had a bit more than I rather cared to, tonight. But thank you, Micha. You'll give Greta my love?"

"Of course, child. Be safe..."

"You, too."

Handing over the basket, Abrigel turned back in the direction she'd come. The first signs of starlight sparked across indigo and glancing up, Abrigel released a soft sigh into the silent evening. It was her only hope that if Cain'loren was to assume the Thornwild throne that things in the Western District would improve, but sometimes it felt as if she was fooling herself in thinking there would ever be resolution for the people who made their home there. Still... where she could help, she would... as long as she was able.






Calin Farthsworn
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The bastard had lied. It wasn't the first time, and certainly it wouldn't be the last. Ordin was a man of many faces,​
and so few of them were honest. But this? This was beyond any predilection the man had covered up before. Devon Cordain wasn't much of a soldier, but he was a damn good man. Losing him had been a blow. Now nearly two years later, the scars of the skirmish in the Nimue pass finally healing, news came that Calin had not been expecting.

The missive, signed by the king himself, to set Devon at the front, to all but ensure the young man didn't come home. And why? The message didn't say, but Calin wasn't stupid. Raenna had hardly been discreet in her affections for the young man. Their decision to elope and the timing of the missive were entirely too coincidental. It was at least the second time Ordin had meddled in such affairs. The first time, it had cost Ordin a trusted friend and a pinky finger... this time would be considerably worse.

"You're sure?" He asked, glancing up from the parchment.

"I watched him write it myself. When I asked him about it, he told me it wasn't any business of mine. Not the first time he's kept something from me. I had to assume that it had something to do with another one of his whores..." Calin's fingers tightened around the missive, but he bit his tongue, looking away from the fair haired woman, who continued, "So when he retired to bed, I read it."

"You're lucky you weren't caught. He could've had your head for that."

"He's done much worse than I have. King or not..."

"Does Raenna know?"

"No. I haven't the heart to tell her. Not after... not after all that happened. Losing her child... and then that foul man discarding her, as if she were nothing."

“Sounds familiar.” Calin muttered, beneath his breath before glancing up, “Say nothing of this to anyone, Aimera. We must be wise in our actions. Even to meet this way, it could be seen as treason. We must play our roles with caution. In time, we’ll reconcile all of this. Understand?”

“Yes. Thank you, Cal…”

“Indeed. Goodnight, Aimera.”






Raenna Baelston
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"Aren’t you excited, M’lady? I hear it’s like a whole ‘nother world, down there. Like a fairytale.” As Nadine mused,​
she tightened the leather thong around Raenna’s braid, tying it tightly. Raenna smiled at the words, giving a small shake of her head.

“It’s hardly another world, Nadine. But I am excited. Though I doubt I’ll have much time to explore properly. I’m to meet with the queen as soon as we arrive, and I imagine it will take some time to negotiate my father’s terms.”

“You’ll simply have to insist the queen show you around! OH, I’ve heard it’s so beautiful… And the men…”

Frowning softly, Raenna shifted, cutting off Nadine’s girlish giggle with a curt note of disapproval, “It’s a diplomatic mission, Nadine.”

“Right, of course. Sorry, M’lady.” Straightening, Nadine set the brush down on the mantel and with a tight smile, bowed her head, “I’ll leave to rest, Princess. Good luck, tomorrow.” Nadine retreated and with a sigh, Raenna leaned back in her chair, her index finger brushing across her neck. She’d stopped wearing the necklace at her father’s insistence, but sometimes she could still feel it there, pressed against her throat. It was all she had left of Devon…

Brushing a hand across her cheek she rose and moving to her bed, sank down beneath the covers. Tomorrow she and Dansin left for Bastillos. They would meet a man who hailed from the underground city at the border and he would guide them the rest of the way. She wasn’t escaping life in Cain’loren. She knew that, but whatever she told Nadine, the change would be nice. It was welcome. It was needed…






Dansin Baelston
.


"But I don’t understand… Why do you have to go? Why can’t she go on her own?”
Tying the strings on his trousers, Dansin glanced back over his shoulder at the young brunette camped out on her stomach, across the edge of his bed. She was a pretty young thing, dark blue eyes, lashes that curled up towards eyebrows a little too thick. He liked her, even if he couldn’t remember for the life of him what the poor creature’s name was.

“My father doesn’t deem it appropriate for any of my sisters to travel on their own with a male guide. Normally he insists on Crispin going, but well… I guess brother dear has other plans. But I’ll be back in a few days…” Moving to the bed, he bent down and pressed a kiss to the girl’s temple, before straightening upright.

“And you promise to tell me? The minute you return?”

“Of course.” He lied, his smile brilliant, “But if I’m going to be any useful sort of guardian to my sister, I should get some rest. Come on, up with you.”

Giggling, the girl straightened, rising to her feet, “If I don’t hear from you, I’ll be awfully sore. The minute you return.”

“You have my word.” She bent and kissed him and was off like a feather in the wind, tightening the laces of her bodice as she went. Rolling his eyes, Dansin bounced back off the bed and made for the door at the back of his chamber, pulling it open. A few seconds passed, before a petite young blonde appeared around the corner, smiling coyly at him with a wave of her delicate hand.

Grinning, Dansin stepped back, holding the door opened for her.

Margo. He was pretty sure this one’s name was Margo…






Crispin Baelston
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His mother’s outburst at dinner was greatly disturbing… It was hardly the first time that something had happened​
along those lines, and with tension only increasing in the palace, it wasn’t likely to be the last time. Abrigel’s betrothal to Eifion Valerys had come as a shock to all of them, but none more than Abrigel. The man, for all his intelligence and social graces seemed hardly the sort to tolerate her occasional well meaning willfulness, a penchant for aiding those in need, and for someone so soft and delicate as his sister, it was little wonder she’d taken the news poorly.

But his mother’s attempts at moving up their marriage, and announcing it at dinner the way she had…? Rarely did Crispin find himself so disappointed in someone. And perhaps Abrigel’s reaction had been less than proper, but to hurl a goblet of wine at the poor girl? This, decidedly, was why a king lacking in certain upstanding virtues was a danger. His father was a decent leader, a fair and just ruler, but his inability to remain faithful to his wife had proven, time and time again, detrimental to the family. And it brought to mind his own impending union... Soon enough, he would need to come to terms with it. To decide...

His mother would never accept Abrigel… She was a reminder of her husband’s infidelities, and whether or not that was fair to Abrigel, she was the only one that his mother would dare to blame. At least out loud. Things over the years had gone from bad to worse and they were guaranteed to escalate. He’d need to speak to his father, as soon as possible.

“M’lord…?” The door opened slowly and Crispin glanced up from his desk to see a familiar face in the frame.

“Douglas. Come in, please.”

“Ah. I don’t want to interrupt, sir. It’s just… a letter has arrived.” Moving into the room, Douglas held the missive out and Crispin took hold of it with a small nod.

“Right. Thank you…” As Douglas turned to leave, Crispin pried the letter open and pulled out the parchment from without, a small frown forming as he read over the words, color brightening his pale cheeks.

“That woman…” He muttered, setting the letter down, but as he did, the faintest smile turned at the corner of his lips, and pulling out a quill and parchment of his own, he got to work composing a reply.






Rosleigh Baelston
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It was getting worse. With every passing day, her chest grew tighter, the weight pressing against her lungs with​
ferocity. She’d tried her best to keep it hidden, but the cough wasn’t improving and it had been only a matter of time before her father noticed.

Naxis. She was being sent away to Naxis - piled into a carriage, the missive sent to the shore kingdom with absolute urgency. Her first venture from the palace, and undoubtedly, she would see nothing of value, cooped up in the walls of Castle Fall.

Across from her Anabet's fingers were busy working embroidery stitches onto a skirt, Rosleigh cleared her throat and the young woman looked up, “Alright, Princesss?”

“Do… do you think I’ll die there?”

Straightening, Anabet set down her stitching, brow quirked, “M’lady?”

“Naxis. Do you think that’s where I’ll die?”

“Good heavens, Princess! What sort of talk is this? Of course not… Why on earth would you…”

“It’s just… I was so angry. With father… For sending me away. I… I’m afraid I said some terrible things. If… if this is the end…?”

Reaching forward, Anabet rested her hand against Rosleigh’s, “Oh, sweetheart. You’ll be fine… Your father… he understands. You love him, and he loves you dearly. Trust me, a little sea air, some time to relax and you’ll be good as new.”

Turning her hands over, Rosleigh clasped Anabet's, her eyes fogging with tears, “Thank you. I’ve been awful to everyone.”

“You’re scared… It’s perfectly reasonable.” A sigh escaped the young servant girl and sinking back, she plucked up her stitching again, “I’ve heard it’s lovely, Nasix. At the foot of the waterfalls, and right near the coast, overlooking the Eastern sea… I think it will be good for you, little one.”

“...Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it will be good to get away for a bit…”

"You should rest, Dear Princess. We'll be there in a few hours, yet. I'll wake you, when we've arrived."

Nodding, Rosleigh turned away, leaning up against the side of the carriage. In but a few minutes, she was asleep...






Ainsley Baelston
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Avenius,

I have received your letter requesting aid in the matter of your son. After much deliberation, and considering your generous offering to renew our peace treaty ammended to include Cain'loren's consiliatory use of the trade route between Thornwild and Silvern, I have decided to acquiesce. Ainsley will arrive in a fortnight, fully prepared to meet the agreed upon terms. I would warn you, however, Avenius, should anything unfortunate befall my darling daughter, there will be unfathomable consequences for Silvern. I leave her in your care.

Regards,

Ordin


This was the missive sent a little less than two weeks prior, to King Avenius of Silvern... A man who quite literally held Ainsley Baelston's future within his grasp. Lucien Gringoire had been abducted several months ago, and with little seen in terms of success amongst the emissaries sent after him, the situation had turned desperate.

And so it had turned to the young man's future bride to make her attempts at softening the hearts and minds of the savage northerners. Ainsley was young, and she had been raised as any princess might be, but courage lived within her heart and while she had never met the man she was to marry, there was a piece of her - a lofty, idyllic piece of her - that was certain she was meant to be his salvation. There was a foggy sort of daydream in the back of her mind, a princess, rescuing the prince for a change... him falling for her in awe of her bravery and sensibility. And perhaps it was foolhearty and a little childish, but she wanted so much to love him, as well.

Therefore, heart in one hand, her father's sealed treaty in the other, she rode to Silvern, arriving shortly before sundown on the aforedecided path, with a small garrison of soldiers, to meet Avenius's daughter...

The eastern carriage arrived at twilight. Beyla and her entourage waited on the mainland parallel to the Long Road. The only way, outside of a boat, to reach Silvernest. But the ancient castle wasn’t their destination. Not quite as long, nor as grand, the Track was shrouded by leafy northern trees that swayed gently in the wind as the driver eased to a stop. Ever waiting, Beyla dropped from her black mare and bridged the distance between the two parties.

She, both a member of the royalty and clergy class; a deviant of the olden ways, stood ready to begin the unification of east and west. Beyla Gringoire, seventeen as of three weeks past, stood straight backed and proud, wearing silver Druen garb that was a little too finely made and shimmered in the growing darkness.

“Do I have the pleasure of meeting Ainsley Baelston? Princess of Cain’loren and the woman betrothed to my brother, Prince Lucien Gringoire?”

Ainlsey approached the small throng, anxiety tracing through her with each slowed step of the mount beneath her. It was indimating, being in this strange new land, under such strange considerations and the still of night.. the moon overhead and a few torches the only source of light.

Her father had instructed her to dress plainly... A blue frock with little ornament. It was meant that she would not stand out, and looking at the princess on the path before her she could only think it worked a little too well.

Beyla Gringoire was prettier than Ainsley expected her to be. Northerners outside of Cain'loren were all myth and legend to Ordin Baelston's middle child, and she had envisioned her kingdom to be the only thing civilized about their mountainous region. Approaching, her horse slowed to a trot, then stopped altogether, she looking across her shoulders at the sea of bright shimmering armor behind her and frowned. In but a few hours they would be dismissed, as her's and Beyla's approach was to be made with discretion. There was little comfort in the consideration, and not for the first time since leaving her lands, she felt a knot of fear in her throat and a sort of homesickness welling in her stomach.

Craning her gaze back to the younger princess, Ainsley nodded, "Indeed, I am. And you must be Beyla. You'll forgive my appearance. It has been a long journey."






Ordin Baelston
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IBefore the fire, Ordin Baelston sat and considered his life. He did not find himself to be a bad man. He wasn't a good man,​
either, and to this he could fully admit... but where in the middle of the two he fell, he could never be quite certain. There were times when he was sure he was capable of being the king that his father had dreamed would one day take his place - the king his brother would undoubtedly have grown to be. But then there were those times when he was possessed by such... need.

His transgressions were great, and someday, he was all too well aware that he would answer for them,
but in his heart all he ever wanted was the best for Cain'loren. Sometimes, that was at the expense of those he cared greatly for. Sometimes, it was at his own expense.

Looking down at his hand, at the nub where his pinky finger once lay, he frowned in thought. Aimera was moving against him. He could sense it - and perhaps had even seen it coming well in advance. He would need to be on guard, both for his sake and Abrigel's...






Aimera Baelston
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I...​





Thanery Jael
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I...​





Miranda
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I...​





THORNWILD
HONOR OR DEATH
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Irin Danthos
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The little girl was a problem. She had never been a factor, never been a part of the plan, but she had seen​
something, and while the word of a servant and a child was hardly binding, if even one miserable creature believed her… She'd been dealt with, but it was sloppy and crude, and they'd had to reveal the nature of Baronthorn’s death. Murder wouldn't sit well with most members of the council, and some were likely to hold suspicion. He'd bought time… but there was much work to do.

Still, two elements had fallen. Only three remained. The brat of a ward… that damnable Prince of the People… and the council. The latter would be easy enough to sway, and the ward posed little trouble, but the Prince character. He would need to be handled aggressively.

But Irin had a gift for planning. He'd find a way. Pin everything on the fool of a vigilante and break down his invisible kingdom before he had a chance to ruin all of the hard work Irin had put into his grand scheme. Things would be changing in Thornwild… soon enough.

First, the council. They would need to trust him and in order for that to happen, he needed to ensure them he was the right man for the throne. His lack of royal blood would prove little problem if all came to order. What he needed was an advocate. Someone to put their faith in him, and by proxy instill faith in the council as well. Already he has pieces in play, people in the proper positions. He'd considered all the angles.

No one would surprise him again. The servant girl's unfortunate discovery was a mistake, and it would be the last. Of that, he was deadly certain.






Aeona Stavros
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Aeona sat before the throne, her knees curled beneath her, tears rolling down her cheeks, leaving little pools of​
dampness in the folds of her skirts. He was gone. Arden. Taken by trusted hands, stolen from Thornwild, leaving her behind. Her broken family now gone completely. First her parents, then Jorad and Arden… it was cruel. Bitterly cruel.

Footsteps sounded behind her and rising swiftly, she spun round to find a familiar face watching her. Without a word, she ran to the cloaked figure, arms looping round his waist with a sob. With hesitation, Jace Ore caught hold of her, a hand on her back, one cupped behind her head, as she burrowed into his chest, a kiss pressed into her hair, “I'm here… Shh… I'm here. I'm sorry I took so long. Oh, Aeona, my treasure… I'm so sorry.”

Pulling away, wiping vainly at her cheeks, Aeona’s lips fell in a frown, “I don't understand, Jace… I don't understand why anyone would do this.”

“Because we're close, Beloved. We're so close. I promised you we'd find whoever was responsible for Jorad’s death… and I haven't forgotten that. We're uncovering something someone wants hidden, and it cost Arden his life. Aeona, listen… I'm afraid for you. Whoever is doing this… I think they're after more than just the throne. And I'm afraid they might assume you'll be another obstacle in their way. I want to take you away from here… somewhere safe. But first there's something I need to tell you.”

“I already know, Jace… who you are. I've suspected for some time, now. Since Arden took you into his confidence. I… I imagine it's why he never minded the way I… How I felt about you.”

Brushing a thumb across her jaw, Jace shook his head, a crack of a smile forming, “I must be slipping for you to have rooted me out so quickly.”

“I’m not the only one who loves you, Jace. And very few people love this kingdom the way you do. It was easy for me to see you behind so important a position. Not to mention your disappearing all those times. When mysteriously the People’s Prince would be seen? I put a few things together.”

“Clever girl. But if you know, than you understand the danger? Not only that I face, but that I’ve put you in? You understand why I need to take you away from here?”

“I do. And I’ll go. But Jace… Oh, Jace.” Her arms looped around him again, pulling herself tightly to him, “You’re all I have left. If… if something happened to you…”

“If anything happens to me, it will be because I’ve the duty that was put upon me by the people of this land.” Feeling her tense beneath his gentle embrace, his smile softened and easing her back, he grasped her hands, bringing her knuckles to his lips, “But I’ll be safe, my love. I swear it. And when this is over… you and I will finally be married, just as I promised.”

“We were only children when you made that promise. And if I recall it was shortly after you’d put mud down the back of my gown and pulled my hair. I’d threatened to tell Jorad you were bullying me…”

“Aye. You called me a stupid boy and I told you that I only did it because I loved you…”

“And I said if you loved me, you’d best marry me.”

“So I gave you my word that I would..” Tenderly tugging her forward, Jace kissed her, and as he pulled away he twisted a lock of hair around his finger with a coy smile, “I did, you know? Love you. Even then…”

“Well, I would hope so.” Aeona replied, breathlessly, “I couldn’t stand you…”

Laughing, he kissed her again for quite some time. When he released her, it was with a solemn expression, a shake of his head, “I’ll come back for you, tonight. After your maid leaves… Be ready?”

“...I will. Be safe, Jace.”

“I will.” With a kiss to her forehead he turned and looking back at her, he disappeared from the throne room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.






Balmir Goron
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The king was dead. The king was dead and he was a fairy princess if that pitiful servant girl had anything to do​
with it. No. There was no doubt in his mind that two acts of murder had taken place - and somehow, someway, he was going to get to the bottom of it all. Irin had his suspicions, of course - a wild accusation against the People’s Prince - but one not entirely without merit.

The man was a vigilante, and while he most typically dealt with those outside of Thornwild’s best interests, he nevertheless held some disregard for the king’s authority. If he thought the king ought to be removed… forcibly?

But no… Though Rigor had never met him, he’d seen the man’s work and privately, he’d admired it - he’d seen the control the man had, to ensure no one innocent was harmed in his quest to see the city safeguarded. But he was nevertheless capable of great atrocities… and murdering the king to ensure the best for Thornwild didn’t seem entirely a stretch. Poisoning an innocent girl to play the scapegoat, though? That was where Irin lost Rigor. That, and the despicable way the man referred to the poor dead girl as ‘that miserable creature’ left a terrible taste in his mouth.

Rigor was a man who believe in law and order within the kingdom, and he would do his duty to bring the Prince to justice if that was what he was called to do… but often what was right and what felt right were not always to coincide.

“It’s true then?” The voice interrupting his thoughts belonged to his brother, unmistakeable in it’s familiarity. Balmir, for all of Rigor’s sense of solemnity and command, carried a certain quality of freedom his elder brother could only dream of. Balmir had wanted desperately to escape family duty, but it had been Rigor that had eventually convinced him to enlist in Baronthorn’s patrol. Now, day by day he watched the light in his brother’s eyes fade a little more. Today, it seemed almost entirely gone.

“Bal… I was just coming to find you.”

“The king? Is he really dead?”

“...Aye. Last night. I… I assume you’ve heard the whole of it?”

“Murdered. By a servant girl? I can’t believe it.” Frowning, Rigor watched his brother’s expression shifting, noted the look of actual disbelief.

“...It does seem a bit odd, indeed.”

“Rig… Look… I never wanted this job. You know that. You know it and father knew it as well. But I took it, because it felt like the right thing to do. Because you convinced me it was the right thing to do. Well, I’ve a chance now to make something of myself and I’d like to take that chance. I want to investigate what happened. I want to find the truth out for myself. With your permission, of course.”

The frown twisted, and as a brow lifted, Rigor smiled faintly, “...That’s not entirely the speech I’d prepared myself to hear. You’re sure you want to take this on?”

“The man had faults… but he was a good king, and I stand by the oath I took, whether I stood by the desire to give it or not.”

“Very well. But Bal... Tread carefully. Keep your eyes opened and trust no one but me. I fear this is a greater threat than we can anticipate.”

“You’ve my word.” Nodding, Balmir headed for the door again and watching him leave, Rigor sighed. Their father would have been proud, though whether or not Rigor was pleased with that notion, only time would tell.






Jace Ore
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T....​





-V-
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T..​





BLACK BAY
NO RIGHT BUT BY CODE
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Kaden Feld
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His heart wasn't in it. As much as he wanted to feel the level of excitement the rest of them, Kay could only think of the many ways that it might go wrong. When Nanda had told them of her endeavors in Ariela, all he could think that was that she had gotten in over her head. It was only her brother alone, who agreed with Kay, and there was little surprise, considering Kay looked at Nanda much the same way...

But then, Kay also knew a little more about Ariela than the others. He was seven, when he had been sent away by his mother, and since that night, he had dreaded the thought of ever returning.​





Black Bay
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T..​





Nanda Shey
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It was time. The planning had taken months, and at long last, it was time. The journey would take days, and in this time,​
Nanda would transform. The goal was simple and the plans already set in motion...

Ariela. And then Thornwild. Black Bay was making their move, and she would not disappoint her people. She would wriggle her way in. Into their hearts and minds and then, into their home. Her brother's last words resonated within her... She could not return a failure. She had secured herself an invitation, but there would be a challenge ahead of her. She was not above doing whatever it took to beat the competition, but it would be difficult.

She was ready.




 
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CAIN'LOREN
FOR CROWN AND FOR LAND
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Abrigel Baelston
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Beads of light collected in the droplets of wine splashed across the surface of the table, the cup tipped on it's side, a​
current red river flowing into Abrigel's lap. Red was everywhere; like the scene of a massacre, the victim her highness's patience. The temper tantrum befitting a child had plunged the room into near silence, the only sound the rustling of Dansin's coat, as he wiped specks of wine from his forehead and cheek. The queen sat like rigid stone, staring down the red-haired girl with icy animosity.

"I think perhaps it would be best for all of us to retire." The interruption finally came from Crispin, his clear, steady voice penetrating the tension with a much needed air of calm sincerity.

"Agreed..." The king's voice, neither steady, nor calm, broke from the doorway, where he stood watching the room with passive authority. The blue in his eyes, deep, darkened by anger, was fixed on his wife, who shrunk some in her seat beneath the stare.

Chairs scraped against stone and the brunt of King Ordin's children rose, leaving Abrigel on her own, staring helplessly at the puddle of wine as it pooled on her skirts and onto the floor beneath her slippered feet. With some small measure of apprehension, Crispin held a scrap of fabric, a napkin out to her. Slowly, the others filed out, past their father and into the hall. Pausing along the way, Dansin plucked up the glass bottle that had fallen from the table in the fray, "No sense in wasting--" He mused, lips snapping in a cocky smile. But with a glance from his father, he set the bottle down, the smirk dissolving as he disappeared from the room.

All that remained now were Ordin, Aimera and Abrigel.

"You're dismissed..." Ordin muttered coldly to the queen. Her eyes twitched to her husband, her hands knotting into fists, but without argument she stood, following in her children's wake. When she had gone, Ordin's gaze shifted to Abrigel, who looked up from the puddle to meet her father's eyes.

"I'm sorry..." She started, but he held up a hand, the lilt of his voice shifting to a tone all too familiar. A reminder of the burden that she placed on him, every day.

"Don't. I saw what happened." Moving to the table, Ordin pulled out a chair and sank down into it, "I should apologize. No... she should. Time and again I have told her that sort of behavior is out of line. You don't deserve to be treated that way, and it's certainly not appropriate..."

"I baited her. It was my fault... It's just..." Frowning, Abrigel's eyes fell to her lap again, "I can't understand why she's so angry with me. What I've done..."

"It's not what you've done, Abrigel. It's what I've done."

"It's been so long..."


"Anger has no sense of time, Dear Heart. And however misplaced hers is... it isn't entirely wrong." A sigh escaped and Ordin pinched his brow, "I've done terrible things. Unforgivable things..."

"Papa..."

Holding his hand up again, Ordin smiled faintly, "You'll understand, someday, sweet girl. You are a light in on my darkened path, that I do not deserve... My sins are great and I will answer for them some--"

Ordin paused as the door to the dining hall opened and a small, timid mouse of a man stepped inside. He might’ve been handsome, were it not for the strange scrap of hair across his upperlip, which he idly scratched at with long, thin fingers, "Your Majesty... I beg pardon. It's just, you told me to inform you if any news came from Thornwild..."

Rising, Ordin's expression fell oddly stoic, "Go on, Amblin?"

"The King, Your Majesty... He's dead."

The basket was only half filled, and most of it scraps, but even when the best she could do were crumbs collected​
from the ashes of the fireplace, Abrigel would bring them. And without fail, no matter the bounty, the people were gracious and welcoming. For over two years now, Abrigel had come when she could, bringing what she could scrape together - food and clothes, blankets... even medicine, though the apothecary at the palace was a painfully suspicious man and she daren't take anything without his say so.

She had seen little change in their way of life, in their declining health or their living arrangements, but their spirits, certainly seemed lifted. And after the dinner she'd had, that was all she needed to see. Perhaps it was a touch selfish, and she could acknowledge as much, even if it hardly made her feel good, but she needed to do something... anything worthwhile just to banish the queen's hateful words from her mind.

She'd been dismissed as soon as the news came of King Baronthorn's death, and it hardly came as a surprise. Her father was a good man to her, whatever he said about sins and darkness, but even Abrigel, with little understanding of political matters, could comprehend the importance of the Thornwild king's passing. Cain'loren was a successful kingdom, but to gain control of Thornwild was to gain control of Ellemar... In the hands of another kingdom, that would be a disastrous outcome.

She understood then, why it was so important to her father. But she didn't necessarily enjoy the political intrigue that was sure to come of it. So she had packed what she could from the kitchen scraps, thrown them into her basket and donned her cloak, making the journey from the palace to the Western District as the sun cut along the horizon, bathing the city's white walls in a blaze of orange light. She reached Micha's home as shadows stretched out into blocks and the sky overhead darkened to a muted violet.

"Princess!" Micha greeted her with a kiss to her cheek and a toothless smile, his grizzled hands clapped around her own, warm from a fever he'd been fighting since the rain storm two weeks prior, "You've come! Oh, I had hoped you might. Greta’s about to set the table... Have you eaten?"

"Ah. That's sweet of you, Micha, but we've talked about this... Besides, I've just had supper. ."

"That my food is for my family. You're as good as family to me, Abrigel. None of that nonsense."

Smiling delicately, Abrigel shook her head, holding out the basket, "I haven't got much. I'm sorry. There's a few more blankets, and some bits of meat and bread. I managed to grab a bottle of wine for you and Greta. I'd feel bad taking it, except I'm certain Dansin would have gone back for it if I hadn't."

"Well! That's exciting, indeed. You'll at least have some wine, then. Celebrate?"

Her smile folding away, Abrigel looked down at her skirts, still stained from the wine at dinner, "I've had a bit more than I rather cared to, tonight. But thank you, Micha. You'll give Greta my love?"

"Of course, child. Be safe..."

"You, too."

Handing over the basket, Abrigel turned back in the direction she'd come. The first signs of starlight sparked across indigo and glancing up, Abrigel released a soft sigh into the silent evening. It was her only hope that if Cain'loren was to assume the Thornwild throne that things in the Western District would improve, but sometimes it felt as if she was fooling herself in thinking there would ever be resolution for the people who made their home there. Still... where she could help, she would... as long as she was able.






Calin Farthsworn
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The bastard had lied. It wasn't the first time, and certainly it wouldn't be the last. Ordin was a man of many faces,​
and so few of them were honest. But this? This was beyond any predilection the man had covered up before. Devon Cordain wasn't much of a soldier, but he was a damn good man. Losing him had been a blow. Now nearly two years later, the scars of the skirmish in the Nimue pass finally healing, news came that Calin had not been expecting.

The missive, signed by the king himself, to set Devon at the front, to all but ensure the young man didn't come home. And why? The message didn't say, but Calin wasn't stupid. Raenna had hardly been discreet in her affections for the young man. Their decision to elope and the timing of the missive were entirely too coincidental. It was at least the second time Ordin had meddled in such affairs. The first time, it had cost Ordin a trusted friend and a pinky finger... this time would be considerably worse.

"You're sure?" He asked, glancing up from the parchment.

"I watched him write it myself. When I asked him about it, he told me it wasn't any business of mine. Not the first time he's kept something from me. I had to assume that it had something to do with another one of his whores..." Calin's fingers tightened around the missive, but he bit his tongue, looking away from the fair haired woman, who continued, "So when he retired to bed, I read it."

"You're lucky you weren't caught. He could've had your head for that."

"He's done much worse than I have. King or not..."

"Does Raenna know?"

"No. I haven't the heart to tell her. Not after... not after all that happened. Losing her child... and then that foul man discarding her, as if she were nothing."

“Sounds familiar.” Calin muttered, beneath his breath before glancing up, “Say nothing of this to anyone, Aimera. We must be wise in our actions. Even to meet this way, it could be seen as treason. We must play our roles with caution. In time, we’ll reconcile all of this. Understand?”

“Yes. Thank you, Cal…”

“Indeed. Goodnight, Aimera.”






Raenna Baelston
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"Aren’t you excited, M’lady? I hear it’s like a whole ‘nother world, down there. Like a fairytale.” As Nadine mused,​
she tightened the leather thong around Raenna’s braid, tying it tightly. Raenna smiled at the words, giving a small shake of her head.

“It’s hardly another world, Nadine. But I am excited. Though I doubt I’ll have much time to explore properly. I’m to meet with the queen as soon as we arrive, and I imagine it will take some time to negotiate my father’s terms.”

“You’ll simply have to insist the queen show you around! OH, I’ve heard it’s so beautiful… And the men…”

Frowning softly, Raenna shifted, cutting off Nadine’s girlish giggle with a curt note of disapproval, “It’s a diplomatic mission, Nadine.”

“Right, of course. Sorry, M’lady.” Straightening, Nadine set the brush down on the mantel and with a tight smile, bowed her head, “I’ll leave to rest, Princess. Good luck, tomorrow.” Nadine retreated and with a sigh, Raenna leaned back in her chair, her index finger brushing across her neck. She’d stopped wearing the necklace at her father’s insistence, but sometimes she could still feel it there, pressed against her throat. It was all she had left of Devon…

Brushing a hand across her cheek she rose and moving to her bed, sank down beneath the covers. Tomorrow she and Dansin left for Bastillos. They would meet a man who hailed from the underground city at the border and he would guide them the rest of the way. She wasn’t escaping life in Cain’loren. She knew that, but whatever she told Nadine, the change would be nice. It was welcome. It was needed…






Dansin Baelston
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"But I don’t understand… Why do you have to go? Why can’t she go on her own?”
Tying the strings on his trousers, Dansin glanced back over his shoulder at the young brunette camped out on her stomach, across the edge of his bed. She was a pretty young thing, dark blue eyes, lashes that curled up towards eyebrows a little too thick. He liked her, even if he couldn’t remember for the life of him what the poor creature’s name was.

“My father doesn’t deem it appropriate for any of my sisters to travel on their own with a male guide. Normally he insists on Crispin going, but well… I guess brother dear has other plans. But I’ll be back in a few days…” Moving to the bed, he bent down and pressed a kiss to the girl’s temple, before straightening upright.

“And you promise to tell me? The minute you return?”

“Of course.” He lied, his smile brilliant, “But if I’m going to be any useful sort of guardian to my sister, I should get some rest. Come on, up with you.”

Giggling, the girl straightened, rising to her feet, “If I don’t hear from you, I’ll be awfully sore. The minute you return.”

“You have my word.” She bent and kissed him and was off like a feather in the wind, tightening the laces of her bodice as she went. Rolling his eyes, Dansin bounced back off the bed and made for the door at the back of his chamber, pulling it open. A few seconds passed, before a petite young blonde appeared around the corner, smiling coyly at him with a wave of her delicate hand.

Grinning, Dansin stepped back, holding the door opened for her.

Margo. He was pretty sure this one’s name was Margo…






Crispin Baelston
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His mother’s outburst at dinner was greatly disturbing… It was hardly the first time that something had happened​
along those lines, and with tension only increasing in the palace, it wasn’t likely to be the last time. Abrigel’s betrothal to Eifion Valerys had come as a shock to all of them, but none more than Abrigel. The man, for all his intelligence and social graces seemed hardly the sort to tolerate her occasional well meaning willfulness, a penchant for aiding those in need, and for someone so soft and delicate as his sister, it was little wonder she’d taken the news poorly.

But his mother’s attempts at moving up their marriage, and announcing it at dinner the way she had…? Rarely did Crispin find himself so disappointed in someone. And perhaps Abrigel’s reaction had been less than proper, but to hurl a goblet of wine at the poor girl? This, decidedly, was why a king lacking in certain upstanding virtues was a danger. His father was a decent leader, a fair and just ruler, but his inability to remain faithful to his wife had proven, time and time again, detrimental to the family. And it brought to mind his own impending union... Soon enough, he would need to come to terms with it. To decide...

His mother would never accept Abrigel… She was a reminder of her husband’s infidelities, and whether or not that was fair to Abrigel, she was the only one that his mother would dare to blame. At least out loud. Things over the years had gone from bad to worse and they were guaranteed to escalate. He’d need to speak to his father, as soon as possible.

“M’lord…?” The door opened slowly and Crispin glanced up from his desk to see a familiar face in the frame.

“Douglas. Come in, please.”

“Ah. I don’t want to interrupt, sir. It’s just… a letter has arrived.” Moving into the room, Douglas held the missive out and Crispin took hold of it with a small nod.

“Right. Thank you…” As Douglas turned to leave, Crispin pried the letter open and pulled out the parchment from without, a small frown forming as he read over the words, color brightening his pale cheeks.

“That woman…” He muttered, setting the letter down, but as he did, the faintest smile turned at the corner of his lips, and pulling out a quill and parchment of his own, he got to work composing a reply.






Rosleigh Baelston
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It was getting worse. With every passing day, her chest grew tighter, the weight pressing against her lungs with​
ferocity. She’d tried her best to keep it hidden, but the cough wasn’t improving and it had been only a matter of time before her father noticed.

Naxis. She was being sent away to Naxis - piled into a carriage, the missive sent to the shore kingdom with absolute urgency. Her first venture from the palace, and undoubtedly, she would see nothing of value, cooped up in the walls of Castle Fall.

Across from her Anabet's fingers were busy working embroidery stitches onto a skirt, Rosleigh cleared her throat and the young woman looked up, “Alright, Princesss?”

“Do… do you think I’ll die there?”

Straightening, Anabet set down her stitching, brow quirked, “M’lady?”

“Naxis. Do you think that’s where I’ll die?”

“Good heavens, Princess! What sort of talk is this? Of course not… Why on earth would you…”

“It’s just… I was so angry. With father… For sending me away. I… I’m afraid I said some terrible things. If… if this is the end…?”

Reaching forward, Anabet rested her hand against Rosleigh’s, “Oh, sweetheart. You’ll be fine… Your father… he understands. You love him, and he loves you dearly. Trust me, a little sea air, some time to relax and you’ll be good as new.”

Turning her hands over, Rosleigh clasped Anabet's, her eyes fogging with tears, “Thank you. I’ve been awful to everyone.”

“You’re scared… It’s perfectly reasonable.” A sigh escaped the young servant girl and sinking back, she plucked up her stitching again, “I’ve heard it’s lovely, Nasix. At the foot of the waterfalls, and right near the coast, overlooking the Eastern sea… I think it will be good for you, little one.”

“...Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it will be good to get away for a bit…”

"You should rest, Dear Princess. We'll be there in a few hours, yet. I'll wake you, when we've arrived."

Nodding, Rosleigh turned away, leaning up against the side of the carriage. In but a few minutes, she was asleep...






Ainsley Baelston
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Avenius,

I have received your letter requesting aid in the matter of your son. After much deliberation, and considering your generous offering to renew our peace treaty ammended to include Cain'loren's consiliatory use of the trade route between Thornwild and Silvern, I have decided to acquiesce. Ainsley will arrive in a fortnight, fully prepared to meet the agreed upon terms. I would warn you, however, Avenius, should anything unfortunate befall my darling daughter, there will be unfathomable consequences for Silvern. I leave her in your care.

Regards,

Ordin


This was the missive sent a little less than two weeks prior, to King Avenius of Silvern... A man who quite literally held Ainsley Baelston's future within his grasp. Lucien Gringoire had been abducted several months ago, and with little seen in terms of success amongst the emissaries sent after him, the situation had turned desperate.

And so it had turned to the young man's future bride to make her attempts at softening the hearts and minds of the savage northerners. Ainsley was young, and she had been raised as any princess might be, but courage lived within her heart and while she had never met the man she was to marry, there was a piece of her - a lofty, idyllic piece of her - that was certain she was meant to be his salvation. There was a foggy sort of daydream in the back of her mind, a princess, rescuing the prince for a change... him falling for her in awe of her bravery and sensibility. And perhaps it was foolhearty and a little childish, but she wanted so much to love him, as well.

Therefore, heart in one hand, her father's sealed treaty in the other, she rode to Silvern, arriving shortly before sundown on the aforedecided path, with a small garrison of soldiers, to meet Avenius's daughter...

The eastern carriage arrived at twilight. Beyla and her entourage waited on the mainland parallel to the Long Road. The only way, outside of a boat, to reach Silvernest. But the ancient castle wasn’t their destination. Not quite as long, nor as grand, the Track was shrouded by leafy northern trees that swayed gently in the wind as the driver eased to a stop. Ever waiting, Beyla dropped from her black mare and bridged the distance between the two parties.

She, both a member of the royalty and clergy class; a deviant of the olden ways, stood ready to begin the unification of east and west. Beyla Gringoire, seventeen as of three weeks past, stood straight backed and proud, wearing silver Druen garb that was a little too finely made and shimmered in the growing darkness.

“Do I have the pleasure of meeting Ainsley Baelston? Princess of Cain’loren and the woman betrothed to my brother, Prince Lucien Gringoire?”

Ainlsey approached the small throng, anxiety tracing through her with each slowed step of the mount beneath her. It was indimating, being in this strange new land, under such strange considerations and the still of night.. the moon overhead and a few torches the only source of light.

Her father had instructed her to dress plainly... A blue frock with little ornament. It was meant that she would not stand out, and looking at the princess on the path before her she could only think it worked a little too well.

Beyla Gringoire was prettier than Ainsley expected her to be. Northerners outside of Cain'loren were all myth and legend to Ordin Baelston's middle child, and she had envisioned her kingdom to be the only thing civilized about their mountainous region. Approaching, her horse slowed to a trot, then stopped altogether, she looking across her shoulders at the sea of bright shimmering armor behind her and frowned. In but a few hours they would be dismissed, as her's and Beyla's approach was to be made with discretion. There was little comfort in the consideration, and not for the first time since leaving her lands, she felt a knot of fear in her throat and a sort of homesickness welling in her stomach.

Craning her gaze back to the younger princess, Ainsley nodded, "Indeed, I am. And you must be Beyla. You'll forgive my appearance. It has been a long journey."








Ordin Baelston
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Bbefore the fire, Ordin Baelston sat and considered his life. He did not find himself to be a bad man. He wasn't a good man,​
either, and to this he could fully admit... but where in the middle of the two he fell, he could never be quite certain. There were times when he was sure he was capable of being the king that his father had dreamed would one day take his place - the king his brother would undoubtedly have grown to be. But then there were those times when he was possessed by such... need.

His transgressions were great, and someday, he was all too well aware that he would answer for them,
but in his heart all he ever wanted was the best for Cain'loren. Sometimes, that was at the expense of those he cared greatly for. Sometimes, it was at his own expense.

Looking down at his hand, at the nub where his pinky finger once lay, he frowned in thought. Aimera was moving against him. He could sense it - and perhaps had even seen it coming well in advance. He would need to be on guard, both for his sake and Abrigel's...






Aimera Baelston
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"It's become... evident, that my husband is no longer capable of running this kingdom with the necessary prudence a king ought to possess.​
I wouldn't come to you if I had any other options."

Miranda sank back in her seat, her lip twitching upwards in a small smirk. She was a pretty woman, but there was an element to her that was frigid and cold... Too many years on her own, too much of a rough existence had left her hollow, and it showed in her muted expressions.

"So what do you want?"

"I want to depose the king. The only way I can do that, is to show the people that he is unfit for the task..." Steepling her fingertips below her tongue, she watched the young woman's reaction, of which there was very little, "This is where you come in. I understand you're... quite capable in this area?"

"I'm capable in a lot of ways. Why not just kill him?"

Frowning, Aimera straightened, smoothing the front of her skirt down. There was something chilling in the way she had said it... so indifferent, with such little inflection, "He's still the king. And he is their father. I don't want him dead. I just want the proper person on the throne."

"It's your money, lady. As long as I get paid, I don't care what you want me to do."

A brow lifted, but Aimera simply pressed on, "You'll take it then? The job?"

"I'll take the job."

"Excellent... Now, then. There's something else we need to discuss."






Miranda
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The Mewling Lioness was a tavern that sat on the outskirts of Cain'loren's lower district. It was a hotbed for the unsavory and those of ill repute... known for cheap food and wild brawls.

And Miranda had her own table.

The queen was was not the first to approach her, concerning King Ordin, but as it was, gold talked, and upon completion of her task, Miranda would never have to work again.

Unfortunately, or perhaps not so...
that meant it had become necessary to elimate the competition. At present, said competitord were to meet at the Lioness to cement plans. She had followed Leopold right through the front doors, and the ill-intended advisor had not so much as moved in well over an hour.

He seemed nervous, which undoubtedly came with trying to assassinate the figurehead of a kingdom, and fidgeting,
hands clasped before him on the table, he waved another waitress away, the depth of his anxiety apparently filling enough. Every now and again, his eyes would twitch to the door, but thus far... he was alone. His new partners, it seemed, were running late.​





THORNWILD
HONOR OR DEATH
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Irin Danthos
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The little girl was a problem. She had never been a factor, never been a part of the plan, but she had seen​
something, and while the word of a servant and a child was hardly binding, if even one miserable creature believed her… She'd been dealt with, but it was sloppy and crude, and they'd had to reveal the nature of Baronthorn’s death. Murder wouldn't sit well with most members of the council, and some were likely to hold suspicion. He'd bought time… but there was much work to do.

Still, two elements had fallen. Only three remained. The brat of a ward… that damnable Prince of the People… and the council. The latter would be easy enough to sway, and the ward posed little trouble, but the Prince character. He would need to be handled aggressively.

But Irin had a gift for planning. He'd find a way. Pin everything on the fool of a vigilante and break down his invisible kingdom before he had a chance to ruin all of the hard work Irin had put into his grand scheme. Things would be changing in Thornwild… soon enough.

First, the council. They would need to trust him and in order for that to happen, he needed to ensure them he was the right man for the throne. His lack of royal blood would prove little problem if all came to order. What he needed was an advocate. Someone to put their faith in him, and by proxy instill faith in the council as well. Already he has pieces in play, people in the proper positions. He'd considered all the angles.

No one would surprise him again. The servant girl's unfortunate discovery was a mistake, and it would be the last. Of that, he was deadly certain.






Aeona Stavros
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Aeona sat before the throne, her knees curled beneath her, tears rolling down her cheeks, leaving little pools of​
dampness in the folds of her skirts. He was gone. Arden. Taken by trusted hands, stolen from Thornwild, leaving her behind. Her broken family now gone completely. First her parents, then Jorad and Arden… it was cruel. Bitterly cruel.

Footsteps sounded behind her and rising swiftly, she spun round to find a familiar face watching her. Without a word, she ran to the cloaked figure, arms looping round his waist with a sob. With hesitation, Jace Ore caught hold of her, a hand on her back, one cupped behind her head, as she burrowed into his chest, a kiss pressed into her hair, “I'm here… Shh… I'm here. I'm sorry I took so long. Oh, Aeona, my treasure… I'm so sorry.”

Pulling away, wiping vainly at her cheeks, Aeona’s lips fell in a frown, “I don't understand, Jace… I don't understand why anyone would do this.”

“Because we're close, Beloved. We're so close. I promised you we'd find whoever was responsible for Jorad’s death… and I haven't forgotten that. We're uncovering something someone wants hidden, and it cost Arden his life. Aeona, listen… I'm afraid for you. Whoever is doing this… I think they're after more than just the throne. And I'm afraid they might assume you'll be another obstacle in their way. I want to take you away from here… somewhere safe. But first there's something I need to tell you.”

“I already know, Jace… who you are. I've suspected for some time, now. Since Arden took you into his confidence. I… I imagine it's why he never minded the way I… How I felt about you.”

Brushing a thumb across her jaw, Jace shook his head, a crack of a smile forming, “I must be slipping for you to have rooted me out so quickly.”

“I’m not the only one who loves you, Jace. And very few people love this kingdom the way you do. It was easy for me to see you behind so important a position. Not to mention your disappearing all those times. When mysteriously the People’s Prince would be seen? I put a few things together.”

“Clever girl. But if you know, than you understand the danger? Not only that I face, but that I’ve put you in? You understand why I need to take you away from here?”

“I do. And I’ll go. But Jace… Oh, Jace.” Her arms looped around him again, pulling herself tightly to him, “You’re all I have left. If… if something happened to you…”

“If anything happens to me, it will be because I’ve the duty that was put upon me by the people of this land.” Feeling her tense beneath his gentle embrace, his smile softened and easing her back, he grasped her hands, bringing her knuckles to his lips, “But I’ll be safe, my love. I swear it. And when this is over… you and I will finally be married, just as I promised.”

“We were only children when you made that promise. And if I recall it was shortly after you’d put mud down the back of my gown and pulled my hair. I’d threatened to tell Jorad you were bullying me…”

“Aye. You called me a stupid boy and I told you that I only did it because I loved you…”

“And I said if you loved me, you’d best marry me.”

“So I gave you my word that I would..” Tenderly tugging her forward, Jace kissed her, and as he pulled away he twisted a lock of hair around his finger with a coy smile, “I did, you know? Love you. Even then…”

“Well, I would hope so.” Aeona replied, breathlessly, “I couldn’t stand you…”

Laughing, he kissed her again for quite some time. When he released her, it was with a solemn expression, a shake of his head, “I’ll come back for you, tonight. After your maid leaves… Be ready?”

“...I will. Be safe, Jace.”

“I will.” With a kiss to her forehead he turned and looking back at her, he disappeared from the throne room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.






Balmir Goron
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The king was dead. The king was dead and he was a fairy princess if that pitiful servant girl had anything to do​
with it. No. There was no doubt in his mind that two acts of murder had taken place - and somehow, someway, he was going to get to the bottom of it all. Irin had his suspicions, of course - a wild accusation against the People’s Prince - but one not entirely without merit.

The man was a vigilante, and while he most typically dealt with those outside of Thornwild’s best interests, he nevertheless held some disregard for the king’s authority. If he thought the king ought to be removed… forcibly?

But no… Though Rigor had never met him, he’d seen the man’s work and privately, he’d admired it - he’d seen the control the man had, to ensure no one innocent was harmed in his quest to see the city safeguarded. But he was nevertheless capable of great atrocities… and murdering the king to ensure the best for Thornwild didn’t seem entirely a stretch. Poisoning an innocent girl to play the scapegoat, though? That was where Irin lost Rigor. That, and the despicable way the man referred to the poor dead girl as ‘that miserable creature’ left a terrible taste in his mouth.

Rigor was a man who believe in law and order within the kingdom, and he would do his duty to bring the Prince to justice if that was what he was called to do… but often what was right and what felt right were not always to coincide.

“It’s true then?” The voice interrupting his thoughts belonged to his brother, unmistakeable in it’s familiarity. Balmir, for all of Rigor’s sense of solemnity and command, carried a certain quality of freedom his elder brother could only dream of. Balmir had wanted desperately to escape family duty, but it had been Rigor that had eventually convinced him to enlist in Baronthorn’s patrol. Now, day by day he watched the light in his brother’s eyes fade a little more. Today, it seemed almost entirely gone.

“Bal… I was just coming to find you.”

“The king? Is he really dead?”

“...Aye. Last night. I… I assume you’ve heard the whole of it?”

“Murdered. By a servant girl? I can’t believe it.” Frowning, Rigor watched his brother’s expression shifting, noted the look of actual disbelief.

“...It does seem a bit odd, indeed.”

“Rig… Look… I never wanted this job. You know that. You know it and father knew it as well. But I took it, because it felt like the right thing to do. Because you convinced me it was the right thing to do. Well, I’ve a chance now to make something of myself and I’d like to take that chance. I want to investigate what happened. I want to find the truth out for myself. With your permission, of course.”

The frown twisted, and as a brow lifted, Rigor smiled faintly, “...That’s not entirely the speech I’d prepared myself to hear. You’re sure you want to take this on?”

“The man had faults… but he was a good king, and I stand by the oath I took, whether I stood by the desire to give it or not.”

“Very well. But Bal... Tread carefully. Keep your eyes opened and trust no one but me. I fear this is a greater threat than we can anticipate.”

“You’ve my word.” Nodding, Balmir headed for the door again and watching him leave, Rigor sighed. Their father would have been proud, though whether or not Rigor was pleased with that notion, only time would tell.






Jace Ore
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The drumbeat of his heart did not quiet, even after he had left Aeona to her mourning. Depending on perspective, things were either falling into place... or collapsing. With Arden Baronthorn dead, Thornwild was left weak, and the door was left open for The People to take their place. They would want him to move. And it was something that he should have wanted, himself. Yet he hesitated...

His rise to power had been sudden, yet Jace had been fully prepared to take up the mantle of the People's Prince. Or so he had thought. Then, though, it had been the plan to secede Ardin - heirless after Jasper's death. To take the throne now, would require far more cunning. Far more maneuvering.

And with Aeona at risk, his own concerns were abundant. Yet he could not let The People down. He would not let them suffer under the iron grip of the council, or worse yet, fall into the hands of another kingdom, with little more than political hubris in mind.

Moving through the halls of Thorn Haven, his eyes roving across the many tapestries that lined the walls, he frowned in thought. He would need to rise, and soon... to make himself known. It would mean sacrifice, but for the home he loved, the people he loved, there was nothing the People's Prince would not do.​





BLACK BAY
NO RIGHT BUT BY CODE
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Kaden Feld
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His heart wasn't in it. As much as he wanted to feel the level of excitement the rest of them, Kay could only think of the many ways that it might go wrong. When Nanda had told them of her endeavors in Ariela, all he could think that was that she had gotten in over her head. It was only her brother alone, who agreed with Kay, and there was little surprise, considering Kay looked at Nanda much the same way...

But then, Kay also knew a little more about Ariela than the others. He was seven, when he had been sent away by his mother, and since that night, he had dreaded the thought of ever returning. Yet it seemed there was little choice. By the code, he was obligated to protect Nanda, and so he would...

Even if it meant going home.​





Nanda Shey
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It was time. The planning had taken months, and at long last, it was time. The journey would take days, and in this time,​
Nanda would transform. The goal was simple and the plans already set in motion...

Their meeting had been happenstance, but through that unexpected stream of coincidence, Nanda saw a river of opportunity.

Ariela. And then Thornwild. Black Bay was making their move, and she would not disappoint her people. She would wriggle her way in. Into their hearts and minds and then, into their home. Her brother's last words resonated within her, that she, an outsider, might never be accepted... yet she could not return a failure. She had secured herself an invitation, but there would be a challenge ahead of her. She was not above doing whatever it took to beat out the competition, but it would be difficult.

She was ready.




 
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Wesley was born to a single drug addicted mother and a separated absent alcoholic father alongside his younger sister in San Antonio Texas. Immediately pushed to the sidelines in his 'parents' lives he quickly had to skip most of his childhood and mature himself into a steady supporter of the family to help raise his younger sister. From as early as ten years old Wesley was already selling gimmicks door to door, mowing lawns, doing other odd jobs, to help get a bit more food on the table as well as allow his sister Melissa to have a bit easier of a time growing up and actually enjoying the life a child deserves in their beginning years. In his young teens Wesley would confront his father that had only come around a handful of times over the years and was happily confronted with a drunken assault that nearly left Wesley hospitalized. Despite all of these difficulties Wesley remained a kind and thoughtful child most of his life and even began to accel in school at the start of his sophomore year. Impressing universities, military branches, and potential employers due to his work ethic and performance as well as extracurricular activities.

He would do anything he could to get out of the house and at the end of his high school senior year his mother had even taken steps towards recovery from her awful habits all while his sister began to take her first steps of her own into high school doing all she could to impress her older brother with the opportunities he helped provide her. Over the years Wesley decided even with the many scholarships and choices he had for his education he found he was still lost on what he wanted to do with his life and instead joined the US Army as an Infantryman while Melissa would go on to join a major Ivy League University at Columbia in New York City.

Going almost immediatly into a few tours and maneuvering into Sniper training Wesley found his skillset and what he was meant to do. Fight for something. Able to just think back to the family he had back home and his fellow friends and brothers in arms that deserved to get back to their own children, spouses, and family members.

The Sergeant would return home early from one of his last deployments and surprise his sister while also receiving the great news of how better their mother was doing with her recovery, being clean for more than a year now. Walking to the common area of one of the dorm buildings where he came and walked towards Melissa speaking to another woman about a variety of things. Stopping a moment as his nerves that had laid dormant for years it seemed suddenly came to life. Pride swelled within him over the woman his sister had become but there was more. The woman she was with, the fellow student was breathtaking to him in simple terms. Catching the woman's eyes before his sister noticed her staring elsewhere and turned nearly screaming with excitement as she ran and launched herself into Wesley's arms as well as quickly introduced her brother to her best friend, the woman he would ask out only weeks later.

Sparks quickly flew between the two and the relationship still held strong even after another tour away from the states. The day he came home he spent the day finding the one thing he needed before facing both his sister and girlfriend so the same night he was able to propose to her at a celebration dinner between the two of them as well as his sister and her current boyfriend. As Wesley's life came to be brighter than it had ever been tragedy would strike only half a year into his marriage as his sister and mother were killed in a drunk driving accident only a month after he was told about his wife's pregnancy.

His joy was cut short and it was a difficult time for Wesley but knowing his parents both fell to similar disasters in their own lives he allowed his wife Hanna in to his problems and let her give the support he needed to move on with her and their son, Kei.

The last happy years would pass and soon would be called into one last mission only a month or two after the first outbreak of this new virus, an assignment to protect a small group of scientists researching the virus and trying to develop a cure. Giving his wife one last kiss and kneeling in front of his son as they traded one another's dog tags before saying goodbye.

Now six months after the spread of the virus began Wesley has been separated and believes the group he was assigned to be deceased and has desperately been tracing his steps to find his family once again.
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Gear
Large Military Pack (With Camelbak) | Five Cans of Food, Filled Canteen, Two Bottles of water, 1911 Handgun, 4x 45 magazines (Filled), Silencer, Combat Knife, Small First Aid Kit, Picture of Wife and Son, Sons handmade dog tags

Likes
  • Long Range Weapons - Very attuned and knowledgeable of most weaponry, but favors a rifle and a good range between him and his target
  • Honest and Reliable Individuals - Trust is not easily achieved or given but it is nice to be able to relax a bit around a few of those you trust
  • Children - As hardened as he is, he has never found it easy to kill children undead or otherwise. Likes the small memories the bring of his time with his own son
  • Motivation - Likes clear goals to motivate himself, Every man needs something to fight for otherwise..what is the point.
  • His Wife and son above all else - Would do nearly anything for them and would take a bullet or a bite without a moment of hesitation
Strengths
  • Stealth - Is able to calm and quiet himself and his movements under nearly any situation
  • Perception/Observation - Always keeps his eyes and attention open to any movements around him
  • Precision - Extremely Deadly at any medium to long range distance while still being a capable combatant at close range
  • Hand to Hand Combat - A wide and well practiced based of combatives to grapple and subdue and enemy or in most cases keep a single zombie away from any successful chances at biting him
  • Survival - Knows how to live off of his surroundings and on the little necessities he may have access to as well as navigation with the simplest of tools or information
Dislikes
  • Selfish Individuals - Can't stand watching people turn against each other for the smallest of things especially in the world we live in now.
  • Power Struggles - If one is capable to lead than he should do so for the betterment and survival of others, not just for his own selfish and controlling desires
  • Lazy people - Everyone needs to do their part unless they want to become another walking corpse
Fears
  • Never finding his family
  • Seeing his family die or worse..be reanimated
  • Failing his son
  • Hurting his family or becoming one of the Undead

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DETAILS​

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BASICS

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APPEARANCE

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PERSONALITY

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TRAIT TRAIT TRAIT TRAIT

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STRENGTHS
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HISTORY

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