❖Cold Wind to Valhalla❖ (Fantasy/War/Viking) [ O/ A]

[_The GenkiGod_]

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Jazaele Fuvik

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Kargath Ellin's Office

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Ellin

Kargath seemed just a bit busier than most days, however it was trading season, despite the rumors floating around about the past. Everything put into what they had made was always deemed worthy for battle, and nothing less could be said about its warriors. And why wouldn't they be, it was a safe bet that Jazaele herself had managed to train majority of this generation's army, save for the veteran groups that somehow stayed alive long enough to see today. Some were retired, while most just stayed and taught the younger groups on how to do battle. The woman stared down from the opening in the wall, before hearing the voices behind her. Fellow dwarves sharing their grievances among each other. She turned to see them quiet down, only to start up again towards her now.

"Chief, what would you say about the bay's defenses? If any of those other lands attempted to get through, how would we know without them getting to our very gates?"

The question took a second, the argument of the men around him gaining momentum once more. Jaz wasn't once for diplomatic strategy, one thing often people forget despite how battlefield conscious the dwarf herself was. She sighed with an exaggerated swing of her wrist to calm them, though ultimately griding the back of her hand to her comrade's chest to get his attention once more.

"It does not matter what I say about the defensive walls. The bay is just as secured as Kargath. If anything, the notion would have to be brought up to the Voice, you know that!" Jazaele finished with a strong smack to the back of the man's head. He flinched respectively to her action, feeling the sting of her palm against his neck as well. The action led to the men's laughter, quickly getting over the little quarrel as it had started. However, it was a good question, just not toe the Chief. Alcuin maybe, but even then it was stretching the opportunity a bit. The woman hefted her armor a bit on her shoulder, and worked the strap holding her weapons together accordingly. The recreational time was affected by the routine schedule, one of the fellow men having gained her attention with a prospect of food and weird elvish herbs. Some of them were loopy, while the rest were simply unaffected by its so-called relaxing properties. Whether or not is did something to Jaz was the primary question. Often enough she refused to take anything that was said to "relax, yet expand the mind" raised a red flag, but perhaps just this once. One of the lesser dwarves that had it simply raised it to her, the woman taking hold and gave the herb a quick sniff. It dawned on her that it wasn't too bad if all it did was make even her group a bit relaxed. She took a small bite of the herb, though proceeded to spit the thing back out.

A disappointed chide came from the majority of the group, groaning upon hearing Jazaele claim the thing was bitter and was not of her tastes. It was then, did another rook make his way down to the recreational area, and alerted her that she was needed and was summoned by Ellin. The sound of her name alerted the group of something odd, though Jazaele managed to silence them once more with ease. She nodded to the dwarf, and had him lead her to the offices. It didn't take too long for her to get there, something telling her it was about time the moment was to be taken seriously. If anything, a moment of transition was good. The doors opened, Jaz, simply bringing a loose fist to her chest before giving a slight bow or respect.

"You summoned me, Voice."

[OoC:Intro post, here go! ]

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[Bi0hazard_Bunny]

~A Fortnight Ago~

Soft laughter echoed down the passage, muddled by thick stone walls until it turned to silence. No one heard the smuggler's laughter or his unhurried footsteps, no one knew of this passage but the man himself and the man that had hired him. The King was on his deathbed, poor sod, and Taryn was playing his part perfectly now he just had to play his and he'd be even richer than he already was.

The tunnel let out some distance from the castle, completely hidden from view in all directions and obscured to look like just another section of wall. It was such a decent design Jaqen hadn't even needed to hide it any more. Cold wind bit into his flesh, through the thick cloak and under his hood to tussle his wild hair. Briefly a shiver passed over the man's body as he pulled the fabric closer, he would be so glad to get out of this hellhole. Swift steps carried him into the city proper, past frozen buildings and half frozen people until he came to a stop.

Blue eyes turned upwards, reading the sign for the thousandth time, a smirk lining his lips. One of the last places in town with half decent company and hard drink. Even in a siege men needed something to distract them and there was nothing better than a good ale and a naked woman on your lap. This would be a good a place as any for Jaqen to be found when Taryn needed him again for the official job recruitment speech.

Jaqen was lovely company, the ladies loved him and he adored the ladies, he told stories and drank and sung but never gave the girls what they expected from other men because he was like no other man. It took hours for a guard to come by to find him. "Jaqen Ansiktslos, the King has requested your presence." Disdain dripped from the man's features, eyes scanning Jaqen carefully as he rose. "Of course, right away. Wouldn't want to keep the king waiting." Standing and adjusting his cloak Jaqen leaned down to kiss a woman's cheek, his hand gently brushing her chest as he whispered in her ear. Swiftly the woman blushed, bursting into a fit of giggles. Jaqen had almost forgotten that women in her profession could blush, it almost made him want to blow Taryn off. Almost.

Of course the guard was now referring to Taryn as King, the previous King hadn't even known of Jaqen's presence let alone thought a sellsword, better known as a procurer around town, would be useful. But Taryn payed far too well to be kept waiting for such a fleeting, if lovely, reason. No, Taryn was King now and Jaqen's work was about to get a bit more exciting.

The guard, in all his disdain, escorted Jaqen to the castle by way of the front gate- likely a ploy to insure his respect and admiration of the throne. It was a good effort, though all Jaqen admired was the vast wealth the throne once had to build such a place... or at least the wealth it tried to convey, he had seen far grander palaces. Once inside firm hand grabbed Jaqen's arm, guiding him roughly. "Easy lad... wouldn't want to get me all riled up." His smooth sultry voice nearly whispered, purring in the guard's ear before he recoiled. With a laugh Jaqen let the man lead the way, though he knew quicker ways around the palace.

Finally deposited outside the Adviser's study the guard knocked. Fingers tapped impatiently as Taryn responded. With a scowl and a glare of disgust the guard let Jaqen pass, though the door was left open just enough to keep an eye on the man. Seemed the guard didn't want this smuggler and sellsword anywhere near his new King alone. With a wicked grin Jaqen closed the door in his face though he knew the man was close enough to listen in on near everything."You wished to see me your Highness?"

[fangbanger18]

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[Bi0hazard_Bunny]

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Shadows...

Dim lights danced within the streets of Drowfen. Relative silence filled the air, the flickering lights sent shadows dancing across buildings and alleys and fluttering across the cobblestone streets. Wood groaned, footfalls crunched lightly... Early risers milled about preparing for the day, and a lone pare of eyes watched intently. Shopkeepers passed alleys, softly chatting amongst their like. Prices of tools, of trade, of merchandise... idle chatter. No one heeded the alleys, why would they? Alleys were everywhere. They reached as high as the buildings, gave the city shape, but provided the darkness a place to roost.

High above the city streets sat a girl, watching the mice pass with a sharp gaze. The city was hers, long before the keepers of trade had rolled out of bed she ran through the streets and the alleys, leaping across rooftops and clinging to walls feeling the heartbeat of her home. As morning came, the girl vanished in a passing shadow only to emerge amongst the few people on the street. She had found her prey, stalking as would a wild animal. With a leap shadows melded, her prey caught for now and the game complete. "Caught you!" She called, excitement lacing the small voice. Eyes briefly glanced up, skill telling the girl the approximate time, "Come on Shalanesh... Time to go!" With a silent nod from her shadowy companion the two leaped into a nearby alley, vanishing within the darkness.

Rhian knew exactly where she was going, knew when he usually arrived, knew his typical schedule. But this was one of her favorite parts... when she watched and he sat working, occasionally making some smooth comment. Rhian liked watching him work, particularly how he dealt with guilty criminals. Arriving in the High Chancellor's study was easy, silent, and seeing the man sitting there quietly brought a slight small to her pale lips. High Chancellor Valmyr sat reading, writing, finishing his tasks. Valmyr knew of her presence, she knew, but she worked hard to never be seen, to remain a mystery. Often she appeared when he was alone or supposedly guarded, habit forcing her small frame to take the perfect perch for an assassination, though never had she gone for it. Only watched. Only listened. Always a mystery. He seemed to like mysteries.

Lithe fingers procured her treasured items, a series of finger puppets. Two to a hand for now though she had more. On the left Valmyr himself carefully crafted and a yellow lion, on the right Xylia Du'Shaude, Mummy to every detail and a black raven. The puppets danced, as if they spoke energetically, their little voices ringing in her mind. "Oh my little mouse, here to watch me once more? Why not come out? I long to finally see you, dear Mouse." With her little heart aflutter Rhian grinned, blushing lightly. Valmyr's sultry voice rang true, she was always good with the finer details. "Little pet, do not fool yourself. The High Chancellor merely tolerates your presence because he has not yet grown bored of your game." Xylia, the voice of reason, never ignored but not always heeded. The little mouse enjoyed this game too much. The raven and the lion, picking sides (though not with the puppet on the same hand) began to argue, their little voices and the voices of the puppets in her pockets building into a cacophony of noise. She wanted to yell at them, scream for them to shut up, but that would give her away. In the chaos puppet Valmyr fell from her grasp, the soft noise nothing in the darkness.

The orchestra of voices was only broken by Shalanesh tapping on her shoulder, a swift gesture for the two to go. With a nod Rhian glanced back at Valmyr just as he began to speak. His voice turned dark, she knew what she watched but liked it too much. Someday, maybe, she would actually get to play. For now though, mummy called. With a single step Rhian fell into a shadow, reemerging in her and Xylia's home. "Mrow?"

With a new task Rhian grinned, she had leave to do her work, to paint the little beetles in blood if she wished. During the public meeting the little pet had leave to play, it was during the private meeting she was to insure security. Easy enough.

A rousing game of hide-and-go-seek filled the hours of boring litigation, the masses leaving the hall her sign to return to post. Giving any would be spies a moment to get into position tiny feet carried the little pet around the premises, she knew the hiding spots and which were best, no one could hide from her. With daggers tucked away and favorite arrows strapped to her leg she was ready. Turning a corner pale eyes watched a beetle as he pressed himself until a decent spot to listen, now he was her prey. She knew not his face, wasn't one of Mummy's, a grin sickening grin spread across her features as fingers grasped an arrow. Silent footfalls carried her form behind him, she could just barely hear the voices from inside the room, but this beetle was not meant to hear.

Steel arrow sharp and jagged, pierced the beetle, crimson flowing free. Between the ribs with all her force, swift, silent, twist. The beetle was done. Grin still in place Rhian knelt down, looking over the man beetle before her. He had a crest carefully marked into his clothing, a house symbol for the spy which Rhian quickly removed. Bloodied hands searched pockets for anything shiny. Eyes drifted to the door as she wiped the blood on the beetle's clothes. Valmyr was in there... she had protected Valmyr by keeping his secret meeting a secret. His voice drifted into her mind, sultry and deep. Fingers reached into the pocket over her heart, where she kept the puppets of Xylia and the High Chancellor. Suddenly everything stopped, eyes turned to the pocket. Xylia was there... but Valmyr was gone.

Gone. He had vanished. Voices called, puppets filling fingers until all but her thumbs were filled, all of them yelling. Eyes turned cold, the pale color turning warm, the edges red with anger as she glared down at the body before her. He must have taken Valmyr. Where was he? Another search provided nothing, anger boiling over until the arrowhead stabbed into the body again and again, venting the hatred. When finally she stopped hands pressed to the last remaining clean spot on the man's clothing, Shalanesh guiding the body to the man's merchant master's foyer with a small note written in Xylia's hand, Tsk Tsk.

Still panting, Rhian sighed, turning her attention to the path she had taken here. Perhaps Valmyr had fallen out of her pocket while on her patrol. Slinking into the shadows the little pet retraced her footsteps, finding nothing. With the meeting now over Rhian waited for Xylia to find her, presenting the proof of the spy before going back to her searching, covering every footstep she had taken, every leap while playing, until attentions turned to the grand building in the center of town. Eyes wide Rhian stared... Had Valmyr been left in the study? Had he been found?! With a slight air of panic Rhian stepped into a shadow, reemerging in the High Chancellor's office.

He had company. His voice was calm, seductive, spoke of possible attacks on the city. Then he turned, noted her presence, displayed the puppet Valmyr on his gauntleted finger. Valmyr had Valmyr. A silent curse rang through her mind, worry washing over her small form. What was he going to do with little puppet Valmyr? Was he mad, had she accidentally ruined the mystery? Carefully the little mouse watched as he made little Valmyr dance and wrote something before slipping the note within and setting him down next to some pastries.

His form shifted around the desk over to the Grand Mage, one of the council Xylia made sure Rhain knew, where he pulled in close. Briefly anger flickered, small hand jolting to the shaft of her arrow. How dare that woman seduce Valmyr like that, toy with him, if she could have done it without giving herself away Rhian would happily stab the woman right there. And then he was gone, the faint feeling of his presence lingered still but he and the Grand Mage were gone, leaving little puppet Valmyr on the desk.

Silently Rhian emerged from the shadows. Stepping over to the desk Rhian paused, her small hand grasping little puppet Valmyr. He didn't look hurt, not a hair on his head. Sitting in the grand chair, feeling the leather beneath her form she pulled the note from within his body, setting it on the desk before unraveling it. Tsk Tsk Little Mouse, leaving crumbs in my house.

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[The Nocturnal Witch]

It took the guards sometime to track down the smuggler's whereabouts, nearly two hours passed, not including the time it took to travel from the castle to the lower parts of the city where the man had been known to stay. But none the less they finally found him, and were well on their way back to the castle. Word of the Kings passing slowly spilled out among the castle staff and guards. A fact quickly realized as they reached the castle gates, the guards that greeted them held a sorrowful dimness to their gaze, and sullen tone to their voice. They need not say a word about what had happened, they all knew this day would come, but they mourned none the less. The only words spoke were to inform the men that the King was in his study, now referring to Taryn as their new leader. The Halls of the castle were silent, only the distant whispers of servants and staff readying the items to be taken to the people.

Quietly the Adviser sat at his desk, writing up the letter that would be sent to Trygholde to announce the King's passing, as well as a letter to the General to push for aid from the Dwarves and Dokkalfar. If they were to win this war, or hell even survive it they would need the help, luckily for them the Ljosalfar had made enemies of their dark skinned kin. With the letters finished, signed and sealed, Taryn moved on to his other duties. He still had several papers to comb through, most of which were reports from all over the city, others were complaints from the people and a few reports from the battle fields. There was much work to be done, all of which the King had often put off as he truly did hate paperwork. It was the one trait that actually annoyed the Adviser as it had become his responsibility to handle it. The only benefit that came from such tasks was that Taryn knew everything about the going-ons in the city.

A few hours had passed, and a soft knock at the door alerted the Adviser that the guards had returned. " Come in," Taryn's soulful voice carried to the hall. The door slowly opened to reveal the guard, two soldiers and of course Jaqen. Taryn's golden eyes flickered over the men, settling on the smuggler who seemed to have a glint of amusement in his eyes. The King's men eyes drifted to the crown that now sat elegantly atop the Adviser's head. Then lowered there gaze as they stepped back leaving the guard at the door, which was left open just a crack. That was until Jaqen closed it with a smirk. Taryn only rolled his eyes and shook his head, he was sure the act had only angered the guards more.

Knowing full well that the guard outside the door would remain close as he did not trust the criminal alone with new King, Taryn knew he would have to make this a formal meeting and cover all that his favored smuggler already knew. Taryn gestured for Jaqen to take a seat while he finished reading over the letter on his desk. Taking out a small bit of cloth he placed a ring within it before folding the letter over it and securing it withing the paper bundle. Golden eyes looked up at Jagen. " You know you only aggravate them more, which will make it hard for me to keep you around without raising attention. " Taryn spoke barely above a whisper, " I apologize for this formality, but appearances must be kept." Then he cleared his throat, and when next he spoke it was with the tone of authority, clear and easily heard.

" Now to get down to business. The reason you have been summoned, simply put, I have a job for you. I need you to get word to Trygholde and to the General. I will have letters for you. Upon your return I request that you bring in supplies for the city. Should the General need use of your skill while you are in Trygholde, please use your judgement on whether or not the task is worth your time. If there are any supplies that you think you would need for the trip, please let the guards know and we will be sure you get them. " His voice flowed flawlessly, his words were filled with a kindness that was uncommon in such hard times, yet for this man they they did not seem out of place.

Taryn's eyes glanced out the window, watching the dark clouds pour out the frozen rain. The city would run out of supplies in a few months, but that was only if it did not completely freeze first. Things were not looking good, but hopefully the supplies from the castle would help the people and ease their suffering. It would also ease the anger towards the crown, which now sat on Taryn's head. His gaze slowly drifted beck to Jaqen as he waited for a reply. A new though chiming into his mind which he spoke aloud. " While on this mission I am sure you will have plenty of opportunity to do what it is that you do best, should you come across any threats to the city and crown, I am sure you will know what to do ." Head tilted slightly as a playful grin crossed his lips.

Out in the city guards and castle staff worked swiftly to distribute the supplies to the people. Brought medical care to the sick, and helped gather the elderly, the women and children and allowed them stay in the warmth of the castle. When people asked why the guards were doing this, why the King had changed his mind, they were met with the surprising response that there was a new King who was looking after his people. Despite the cold and siege, the mood of the people lightened. Sure they would now mourn the loss of the young King, but they would also celebrate the new Kings kindness. Soon word would spread throughout the city, word that that King passed and his Adviser was now King. Soon people would hear of the acts that their new King had taken to help them, and he would gain their love, something important for a King to have. Love meant Loyalty, which meant willingness to follow any new laws passed by the Crown.

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Time to Work.

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Trouble times, and troubled things. It always went hand in hand, the female thought as she sat in her large study within the chambers of a large library. Like many of the Dokkalfar that live within that underground city of Drowfen, this female's skin was had a grey cast to it. Then again, it wasn't the usual dark shade most would have. Her's was a bit lighter. That and instead of white hair and the like, her hair was a castcading blonde shade. Including her golden orbs. They were the sign of her other bloodline. The blood of a Ljosalfar. It wasn't as if the people in this city would have hated her for it. She was raised here since she was taken here as a babe. So she knew only of the ways of Dokkalfar since she could recall. As for the golden mark on her forehead, she knew enough of what that symbol meant. If she was to step upon Ljosalfar soil, that mark was a hint for any to strike her down. A outcast, a b*****d, a being meant to be killed. For such a race of fair haired and beautiful beings, they were a race of pretty petty things. Then again, anyone was petty. That brought a smile to Malice's face. The hybrid female would slowly let out a breath as she closed her eyes. She closed the book she had in front of her closed. It wasn't really a book of study. Just a simple story book that came from the lands of Man. She was always a sucker for a good story.

Malice let out a soft chuckle as she leaned her head back a bit more, her eyes closed still as she drew in a deep breath. The dress she wore, was a stark contrast to the clothes that most wore in Drowfen, and yet it was a outfit she loved to wear when she was within the city. A pale silk, that was a cream ivory to match her coloring. Of course, as the female felt herself drifting off to her mind, she soon heard a knock upon the door outside of her study. Golden eyes slowly slid open, as Malice tilted her head to the side as she murmured out softly. "You may enter." Her voice ringing out softly, in a honey like tone. A servant would peek their head in, speaking to her in a low voice as well. "The High Chancellor has called for the council to gather." Malice's brows went up high on her head, as she slowly sat up straighter. "Ah, I see. Then I shall arrive soon. Thank you for this." The servant inclined his head and closed the door with a soft click. Malice slowly let out a breath as she moved to stand. She knew there had been a meeting today. Though to send a servant, that meant it was something important. Then again, she hadn't seen Xylia, her lovely Spy for a while now. So she didn't have the current update of things that was happening.

Making her way towards her door, she was soon heading out of her study, in the large library. Her path taking her down the hallway. The library having been inside of the building where the Grand Hall was in as well. So it didn't take long for the lovely halfling female to make her way. And take her spot on the left of where Valmyr, the High Chancellor, sat at the head. Her gaze did wander to the Supreme Concave as they took the right seats. While at the same time, Malice would incline to the Grand Mage, Daenalaia. After a while, one by one the ones of the council arrived. Though she hadn't noticed her cute Xylia. Inside, the golden haired female was pouting at that. All thoughts were soon gone, as the High Chancellor started the meeting. The news that he gave, was not such of news that she had thought to have happened. Especially when only the council was to remain, that serious talks came. One by one, the Chancellor gave his orders. Seeing as how his eyes had soften when he turned to look at the Marshal of Intelligence, that was Malice, she would simple still smile softly as she inclined her head towards him. "Of course~ Consider it is done. I shall leave right away, once I have gathered my armor." Malice did have armor to wear when she left the city, but she rarely wore it for good reason. It made her look more like a warrior. Then again, she needed armor like that to protect her body. Since she doesn't fight as much as Xylia or the others.

With the meeting adjored, Malice easily stood up smoothly as she made her way towards the door. Leaving the Grand Hall, the female would walk slowly this time as she placed a hand upon her chin. "Hmm, the Magistrate...." She had heard of the male. He was a honest man, and a good man, from the reports she heard. As well from Xylia herself from the few times she tried, and very hard at that, to have her talk to her in normal conversation. Malice let out a soft sigh, her lower lip sticking out in a pout. "And here I was hoping to see my lovely Shadow." Acting a bit childish in that regard. Yet not before she said those words, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind her. "Looking for me?" Malice would let out a high pitch yelp of surprise as she suddenly twisted around. Holding a hand to her chest as she slowly let it out. She would puff her cheeks out at the female, giving her a look that showed she wasn't happy. Then again, it was hard to take the female seriously when she spoke to Xylia. Since she acted more like a girl than a one thousand year old halfling of her station. "Xylia! That wasn't fair, you know how I don't like when you surprise me like that~" Her cheeks soon deflated as she had that bright smile on her face.

Her hands moved down to clasp together in front of her, as she spoke softly to the Grand Spy. Her head tilted to the side. "It's good to see at least you have took part of the meeting, my love. As it is, I don't really know if I should bring anyone else along to this task of ours. Do you have someone in mind though?" She said with a tilt of her head, then she waved her hand to at least show about moving forward. Malice waited for Xylia to take the first step, before she began to walk beside her down the corridor.

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Argento slammed to a halt hearing a voice in his head, he could guess it was the priestess from the uneasy feeling of holy power he got from her when she touched his mind. The stallion, not wanting to linger, began to walk, for running made it harder for him to keep the connection if they weren't close. "She was captured earlier this week, by a human patrol after we crossed the border unknowingly. We were 50 miles in when they came out of no where, I ran as fast as I could to get us away safely but two of them must have broken off and they set up a trip line. I was brought down and Artemisia was thrown further away from me, I could smell the blood from her head. I was going to get her but sent me and told me to get back to the capitol. I saw them take her, they tied her hand tightly, took her armor, the knife she keeps hidden and her two swords before putting her on a horse. They turned south and it seems they were going to the human fort." The stallion said pausing for a moment as he stopped to drink before picking up a trot.

"Last night I felt her fear, and I felt she was undergoing a new type of pain for it came to me quickly before disappearing. I was in fear that they took her from this world but I felt her again, its a weak feeling but its hers." The stallion said looking back to the south, the connection was weak but it was not gone, she was still alive and strong and that brought hope to the war stallion before he picked up a fast canter.

[fangbanger18]

Daenalaia | xxxxIlsevel xxxx| Kelpor’ral

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Grand Mage of Eldmondere

A rather bored and disappointed sigh escaped her lips. The safety of the kingdom was hardly an inspiring thought, it brought her no sort of selfish satisfaction. Still she could not resist the power in his voice. That dominance is his every order that inevitably always aroused her, unable to do anything but please him even if she found the task bored. The mage found her gaze watching him intently, the puppet in his hands causing just a second of curiosity before she looked away. Crossing a leg over the other as she spoke, "Of course my lord, it shall all be done immediately. Is that all? "
When he moved her heart gave a skip, her breathes became heavy, the light touch against her expose skin lingering even when his finger was gone. Without thinking of it her eyes found themselves closing as his words danced against her eyes and sent shivers down her body. Biting her lip to sustain a moan, she did her best to contain herself. The gasp of air she had unknowingly been holding onto left her as he pulled away, leaving her body almost pleading for the attention. The woman scoffed, letting herself be pushed out of the study. "I will have it done my lord, if I am needed any further please summon me."

~ Eight hours later ~

The cloak slipped off her head, long black locks replaced her white ones. Green eyes now shimmered softly instead of her harsh blank gaze. The Mage never left the safety of castle, at least not to the anyone's knowledge. Never once was her true form revealed to commoners. It was a precaution she took after her many dark endeavors in older days. Only a small number of mages where allowed to know who she truly was, and only them she would speak to. Two women followed behind her, "Everyone has been set in place Daenalia, even the extra protection on the surface that you requested." The dark haired woman smiled darkly, though in this body the mage seemed serene, no evil in her new delicate face. "Excellent, no one will be able to past her and with luck the mages won't need to engage anything." The second woman stuttered, taking a step forward to stand beside the grand mage. "Is our power truly enough to ward off this winter?" The doubt in the younger mages voice caused Daenalia's newly green eyes to flash in anger. The delicate slim fingers of this body wrapping around the young mage's neck, a hiss in her voice as she spoke. "Does my magic ever fail?" The girl shook her head, reaching up to rest her hand over the Grand mage's trying to pull away. "Forgive me, it is just the rumors of the Ljosalfar's priestess...some say she will eventually prey on us." Daenalia laughed with such malice as she let go of her fellow mage, but her new voice simply sounded amused. "Let those fools come, the pathetic priestesses holy magic is nothing like our dark arts young mage. As long as every mage keeps to their post my barrier will remain intact. The High Chancelor expects things to remain safe and smooth in the other council's absence...if anyone fails their duty let them know I will take the life from them myself." Looking away from the mages she glanced up, only a sliver of light coming through the surface, "Those pathetic elves have no advantage if they wander into our kingdoms. They are at lost down here..."

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Leo watched as the priestess walked out on to the castle grounds, he did not ask why or what she was doing he just simply followed. Leos eyes were dark as he thought of those humans touching he sister, she was the red light in his dreams at night sometimes. Or she could make him want to stain his hands red with her blood, she angered him. But that thought could wait as he wanted to make sure she was still alive. He did not walk onto the grass but stood on the stone slabs as he watched the priestess, as the wind started to pick up blowing his black hair some. It was then he felt it, the call of the stallion, it was so strong with his emotions that it almost unbalanced Leo.

"Damn that stallion..." He thought as he righted him self. He never really liked Argento for he thought he was to much of a handful and was always there in Artemisias mind so he could never play with her dreams like he wanted to some night. He took a step in the grass as he heard the stallions words, "How far are you from the capitol Argento." Leo asked hearing the snort of the stallion for he did not like him either. "A day and half's run Leo, though I'm surprised you're worried about her, snake..." Argento said, as Leo tighten his grip on his staff before speaking again, "This is not the time for fighting horse," he said with a hiss before continuing "Argento send us an imagine of where you are so that we can find you, we are going to need you to lead us to Artemisia but the it wouldn't make since for you to come back to the capitol. We will meet you when we tell the king what has happen." Leo said, though what he said was over stepping his position but he did not care at the moment. The stallion snorted and sent them both an imagine of where he was. He was in the Green Wood pass, he had made good timing.

[The Nocturnal Witch]

He had tracked the group for nearly a day, they headed to the border, it was just another human patrol. Kia let out a heavy sigh, he was about a three days walk from the fort - at his pace, or a long days hard ride. If he truly pushed himself he could catch up with the group and make it there by the time they reached the clearing surrounding the fort. Another sigh as he headed off. Rushing through the forest floor. He heard the cry of a the wolf in the distance, and the call of a horse. His mind reached out to it briefly. It was an elven steed with a rider lost. At the moment it was not of his concern, but perhaps later he could help its rider. He traveled all the next day, until it grew dark. Finding a place to rest in one of the trees he closed his eyes as his mind reached out for the refugees. Finding a horse from that group, a smile came over him as he could see the stalls at the fort. It seemed they had traveled faster then he had thought. At least now his old friend had his family. As he had begun to sever the link the horses eyes caught sight of a familiar bird, it belonged to an old Dokkalfar Warlock.

Linking his mind to the bird he used its eyes to spot his target, they were having a family dinner within the fort. The sight brought a grin to lips. He left a message with the bird, letting the master know that he was glad to see them safe before the link was cut. Slowly he opened his eyes, his mind returning to his body, unfortunately he was a minute too late for now his body was surrounded. ' Damn I knew I should have climbed higher, oh well...these are Erie's boys so this should be a bit of fun' He mused to himself. Green eyes glanced around as another rider came into view, this one held a captive. A lovely fire haired she-elf, the sigh bringing a playful smirk to his lips. He would not have minded be tied up with her.

The men yelled, commanding him to drop from the tree. Kia did as told, though jumped close to one man startling him a bit. he tried to hold back a laugh, but failed, Kia simply shrugged as he took a step forward, arms raised. The man did not take kindly to the jest, and so Kia was greeted with a blow to the knees which sent him to the ground. " Hey now, no need for violence...I was surrendering. God and you wonder why my kin think you monsters, is this how you treat your captives... those I suppose it could be worse... I could be as ugly as you." Kia mused aloud, though his joke only brought him another blow, this time to the back of his head. " Hey , no going and trying to make me ugly too...besides you aren't too bad I am sure with a strong drink ladies would love ya." He teased again, and again was struck. " Ok maybe a really strong drink" he laughed again. This time the strike hitting him just across the shoulders sending him to the ground as the man with the captive came to a halt. Likely to see why his scouting group had stopped.

Kia was about to get up, when he thought better of it, these men seemed a bit on end and he figured his body had reached its daily dose of abuse. Green gaze flickered upward, locking with the man on the horse. He wondered if they were going to be taking more captives, or if perhaps he should attempt for freedom. However he could wait to see what action the man took, after all it was not like Kia had anything better to do.

Red Phoenix_rising

Soon you will have two elves.

[Red phoenix_rising]

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❖ Captain Artemisia | Kylaf | Áriel,❖

The group seemed to be making good time as the rode through the forest as the sun wasn't that high in the sky yet. Max had sent a few men ahead of them to make sure there wasn't anything ahead of them that would cause them much delay, but a delay was something that was about happen. Max could hear yelling coming from the group of men as they seemed yelling at something in a tree. A sigh of annoyances came from his lips as he slowed his horse to a walk as what ever was in the tree came down. Once he got closer, he saw what had gotten his men all fired up, it was another elf and he seemed to be enjoying poking at his men. Max looked at the elf on the ground,"What do you want to do with him Sir Luken?" One of the men asked as Max halted, by the gods this needed to be taken care of quickly if they wanted to get to the fort on time. He thought of just leaving the elf there but he was to close to the fort and he could have been spying on them and was returning to report to the elf the was in his saddle. " Take his weapons then tie him up, before putting him on a horse. These two may have been working together so it best we take both." Max said before get off his horse and taking Artemisia off only moments later, as the men tied up Kia. He brought her to another horse and put her up as the other put the male elf on behind her, his hands tied around her as her were retied behind her back. If they thought of escape it wouldn't go well for them if they throw themselves from the horse. "Everyone mount back up! We've wasted enough time as it is!" Max yelled as he got back on his horse. The company then pushed on into a gallop.

Artemisi during this time was not very amused, she had watched from the saddle in silence as the elf came down from the tree and got beaten to the ground. Watching the events she didn't really think much of elf that got caught since he barely put up a fight.Even she put up a fight before being caught, but this elf just let it happen, her odds of escaping seemed to be flying away by the minuet. When Max pulled her from the horse he was a little rougher then he had been before but he seemed annoyed at the delay, as he pulled Artemisia along before putting her on other horse. She sucked her teeth a little as the tied the male elf's hands around her, pulling theirs body close uncomfortably close together. She tried keeping her hands up and off his lower body but that was something hard to do, she blushed a little as her hands came to rest on the top of his pelvis. She looked over her shoulder as much as she could at the elf behind her, he was handsome but he seemed to have a look about him that found all this funny. She sighed, this was going to be a long ride back to the fort, but at least she had someone to talk too, "That was quiet a show. I have to say your show of skills has shined some hope of getting out of this situation, little tree elf..." Her tone was very sarcastic even when speaking in elvish.

[The Nocturnal Witch]

The woman before her let out a sound of fright, it seemed that the Grand Spy had startled her superior. The thought brought a twisted smirk to her pale lips. A smile that faded as the woman turned to face her. " For one of your position, it would do you best to learn not to react when surprised. One of these days it will not be me who slips from the shadows behind you." Xylia gave soft warning to her...friend... that word seemed to please the woman before her when spoke from her beloved Spy's lips. As the woman calmed she gestured for them to move. Xylia gave slight nod and moved along side the Marshal of Intelligence.

" Of course I attended, it is my duty to be present at all of the Court and Council meetings. Though it is not stated that my presence be known." her tone was playful, hints of amusement lingered in the air. " As for bringing someone, I do in fact have someone in mind. I think they will be most acceptable for our travels into Dwarven lands. I can have them summoned as soon as we are ready to leave. I believe you said you needed to gather your armor, shall I escort you to retrieve it? I will have my things presently." Her eyes closed briefly, as he reached out to the shadows within her home. Her commands placed for her bow and quiver to be brought along with her travel bag to her location. The items would be brought to her side within moments, and once the Marshal had her things she would summon her pet.

Xylia would walk with the woman until she was excused, if that meant walking with her all the way to retrieve her items then so be it. If she was allowed to leave then she would make her way to her own home, there she could begin looking into the Magistrate as well as the theft at the Harbor. Though it would be easy for Xylia to find the information the Chancellor had requested, gathering it without taking time to investigate would draw attention to herself and bring the questions of how she managed to do so. Her clairvoyant sight was one of her best kept secrets. The only person knowing of her talent, or at least having the slightest idea was her pet, but that had only been due to the fact that Xylia had told the girl. No, for now it would remain secret, besides it would ruin the fun that she was sure the Marshal was hoping to have on a trip with the Grand Spy.

As they walked the faintest touch brushed against her side, fingers moved to meet the shadow beneath her cloak. Her quiver placed at her hip with ease, her bow at her back tucked nicely out of sight and her bag now on her shoulder. All of this while she walked, no outward sign of anything having changed, only now if she were to remove her cloak she would be armed. Xylia had already dressed in her light leather armor, it was something she often wore when she sensed travel was in her near future.

She knew that the Marshal would not want to waste time, she had given her pet enough freedom for the day, now her eyes closed again, sending signal to Shalanesh to have her pet prepare for a trip. She would gather her at home shortly. Reopening her eyes they had almost arrived the attended destination. Xylia was unsurprised that the woman had not dismissed her, as she had stated many times before she loved her company, even if it was mostly filled with silence. Though Xylia was content with the lack of communication she was fairly certain that her companion would have rather held a conversation. Perhaps on their trip Xylia would indulge the woman in conversation, if the mood struck her.

{{ Gah...so short... but it covers what was needed}}

[The Nocturnal Witch]

Kia tilted his head as he watched the the man dismount from the horse bringing the elf woman with him. Brow raised as he listened to him speak, Kia was about to argue but thought better of it. Being tied and taken with the she-elf wasn't so bad, plus he knew he would be set free once he was taken before Erie, his old friend wouldn't let him rot in a cell, not after he brought the man his family. As the men lifted him from the ground and removed his bow, quiver and bag Kia watched who took them with a careful eye. " Now you guys be careful with those, I will be wanting them back. Hey...that tickles, I assure you I have no other weapons on me. Just the bow and what was in my bag, no need to get handsy." He laughed a bit as the men patterned him down in search of more weapons, Kia was at least glad that they had not found the small bundles of seeds he had hidden on his person. Then he was tied and placed behind the she-elf on a horse, arms tied around her. He smirked wildly as she tried to adjust her hands so not to be in a compromising position, and failed.

" Whoa, careful there, no need to get me riled up, your beauty alone has done enough. " His teased softly for only her to hear. When she finally spoke to him, he could feel the sarcasm dripping from her tone. " I saw no need to their blood to be shed, they are simply protecting their home. And you and I, my dear, as lovely as we may appear, are the greatest threat in their eyes." His voice was soft, as he replied in his native elvish. The smile still on his face as they began to ride off. Closing his eyes briefly he warned the familiar bird of his capture and estimated arrival. Then his mind returned, his focus now on figuring out who this girl was and if helping her to get free was within his control. " I am Kialish, but you may call me Kia" He whispered into her ears softly. " And what is your name, surely it is a name that befits your beauty." His sultry elven tone lingered in the air, as his warm breath brushed against the back of her neck. He was laying on his charm, for it was not often he found an elf with hair like fire, or as much spirit in hard situations. If he had met her while free he would have offered for her to join him and his band of rebels. But something about how she carried herself said that she was someone of importance among the Ljosalfar, and would not take interest in his games.

Red Phoenix_rising

Soon you will have two elves.

[Red phoenix_rising]

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❖ Captain Artemisia | Kylaf | Áriel,❖

Artemisia suck her teeth in annoyances at his comment, but even if she was annoyed she couldn't help but blush when he called her beautiful. No one other than her parents called her that, mainly because she was always heading behind her mother or her brother was always standing behind her whenever she spoke to any male. For he seem to bring them fear, so they never really made the conversations with her colorful."I wasn't talking about killing them Tree Elf, but you could have taken them down if you acted quickly."Artemisia said before adding "I do not know how long you've been hiding in trees but man has threaten us by moving on to our God given land. You are a Ljosalfar you shouldn't be defending the humans reasons for moving in on us Tree Elf" Artemisia looking back at him, her loyalty to her people would always be absolute and unwavering, she did not understand how another elf could defend their reasoning's for move into their holy lands.

She turned her head back around and kept her eyes forward as the horse they were on was lead through the trees. Even though she was tied and could grab on to anything to stay in the saddle he body did not become unbalanced as the horse ran, the skills of always being in the saddle and on the back of stallion that sometimes found it funny to throw his rider, made her equestrian skills quiet remarkable. She was about to close her eyes a maybe catch nap but the soft whisper in her ears made her cheeks burn hot,as he told her his name and then asked for hers. She looked at him again, her green eyes meeting his own green gems, she notice he was quite tall and had to lower his head to reach her pointed ear, his warm breath tickling her neck. She bit the inside of her lip to keep from moaning as she answered his question. "Artemisia Áriel..." She said noticing her finger tips playing the note on his belt till she felt her fingers catch the bit of metal on it. Her cheeks got hotter as she looked away from him, put hers a little high up on his pelvis and away from his belt. "Captain of the Light Calvary and She-Wolf of Alfheim." She said quickly her cheeks still hot.

[The Nocturnal Witch]

" I do not defend Man nor Ljosalfar, not as a whole. I defend those whose only crime was to fall in love. I defend those who can not defend themselves, and above all I defend those who have defended me." His his tone almost serious as he spoke the words, as if they were his oath. He could feel her body tense as she spoke her name, her fingers caressing the top of his pants and toying with his belt. A brow raised, then a smirk danced over her lips as she straightened up and gave the rest of her title. It seemed he had been the one to rile her. " Ah I was right, the name is as lovely as the woman it belongs to." His warm voice coo'd into her ear.

Kia recognized her title, as well as the last name. He even knew of the forest the Wolves came from. If his memory served him right, she was the Captain behind the battle of Red Sky, but that little bit he would keep to himself. Right now he was more interested in getting to know her as a person than learning about her title and the bloody details that surely came with it. With a lighthearted tone he leaned forward slightly, his chest pressing close to her back. " So what was the lovely Artemisia doing so far from home. Seeing the sights, visiting a friend, or perhaps a Lover?" His every breath gentle against her neck. His tone shifting from playful to seductive towards the end.

Green orbs flickered over her form, or as much as his position allowed for him to take in. She truly was attractive, though Kia was fairly certain that she was not a pure blood. Or at least not completely. No Ljosalfar that he had ever seen had hair that vibrant shade. Plenty of human's did, but never elves. Another thing he was going to keep to himself. If she truly was a Captain then her bloodline was her secret, something he understood wanting to keep. Far too many families had he helped escaped from the punishments of slavery or death. If she had been lucky enough to build a life for herself then Kia was not about to ruin it.

Red Phoenix_rising

Soon you will have two elves.