For King and Country (Medieval/Fantasy) (Re-Accepting) NEW!

[EpiXfailure]

Vanya Yates:
Vanya smiled at Mortimer and Hollyn when they appeared. She wasn't against the Beausons coming. Hollyn was pleasant and an intellectual so there was a good chance they'd get along. Mortimer, she had always had bad vibes but actually speaking to him was an experience that did not make her vomit so that was a plus.

"I'll be sure to show you the best shops. Though the most fun is finding the hidden gems among the stalls." Vanya said happily. For Vanya this was about as adventurous as she could get. She wasn't the athletic type nor did she really have the know how of adventuring. The closest she could get was to go to the markets and infer from the merchandise and people.

[Mikaela Loque]

Kyron Eyre

"Should've figured," muttered Kyron as he watched them rush into the copse of trees, "I mean, Antoinette's with 'em after---" Garan was already off like a shot. "Garan---" Kyron started to say before starting to swim after him despite the pain in his shoulder, "Garan what are you doing---Garan!" The Latham seemed all but deaf to his voice as he swam for the shore with a burst of energy that Kyron hadn't anticipated. "Garan she has your pants---!" He said swimming after him, "Are you bloody listening to me? I'll not have you...exposing yourself to my sister! Garan!" Garan was already on the shore and rushing into the trees and Kyron was far, far behind. He muttered and swore to himself, swimming for the shore. He reached a point where he could stand on the bottom of the lake and the water reached up to the lowest point of his waist and he stopped and glanced back at the rocky shore.
He nearly moved to walk on shore but stopped himself. If were just his sister he probably would have raced into the trees, punched out Garan no matter what he was doing, and take his clothes back, but Etana was not the only noble lady in their company, and he'd be damned before he got caught buck-naked racing after a 15-year-old. He stood there suppressing shivers in the water when he heard a shriek and nearly rushed out, but stopped when Garan came out of the copse with Etana slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and unceremoniously dumped her into the water. A snort of laughter escaped him and he was relieved to see that Garan had successfully claimed a pair of trousers, though the smile was quickly wiped from his face as he wondered how he managed to get his hands on them.
Kyron looked between the two with a shrewd frown on his face. He glanced over at Garan, then glanced down at Etana.
"Dare I ask how he managed to get his trousers back?" he asked. There was something terrible and grim in Kyron's voice and in that moment he never sounded more like Lord Alliser.

[Wildear19]

= Guardian of the Mountains =

Vormund der Berge

And what was the ever grim face knight doing while certain individuals were making Some Souls roll over in their graves? Why he was spear fishing of course, what else. All things considered it was probably for the best that the old knight wasn’t anywhere near the foolishness at the lake. Currently, they had amassed two decent piles of river fish, his being the smaller. Did it infuriate him that some… some Court Dandy who hadn’t worked a single day in his life was doing better than him? Oh you bet! In fact it was a wonder his face hadn’t split in two from the sheer force of his scowl. Granted this did in no way shape or form stop him from pointing out every sing thing the boy was doing wrong. “Thrust it down, quick, like this.” he grunted and gave a quick demonstration, spearing himself a fish in the process. Tossing it onto the pile he continued. “it’s all in the form, leave the antics to the dolts and fools.” he spat, his grim continence never seeming to alter from the ever-present thunderheads that was the wrath of Vormund. They would soon have enough to take back to camp and then they could start cooking, the fish needed to be gutted and Vormund would be damned three times over if he allowed the freaking boy to get off easy. He was going to work the Puff so hard that by the end of the day he would hopefully gain Some shred of manliness.

[Lunatic in Lingerie]

Leilani Elynbrigge
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→Second Daughter
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Leilani looked the painter over once more after he introduced himself. Such a frail thing; Leilani was sure she could break him in two with her own strength. David had to be younger than 18 because he looked like he didn’t even hit puberty yet. The way his voice choked when he responded may have been signaled he was starting to.

She looked away from the painter. “Leilani Elynbrigge.” The whole thing was downright pitiful. He was skinny, he was pale, he smelled of dirt and grime, and his eyes looked empty. If she hadn’t received word from one of her men in the castle of the blood mural of her father’s death, she would have assumed he was innocent.

The men around he remained silent, and Leilani felt like they were riding off to their own death, rather than taking a prisoner to Varmana. She looked back over at him, but decided to not ride as close to the cart. The odor was quite offensive, and she decided if there was one thing they were going to change about the trip, it would be that.

“Is it your goal to offend the Lathams?” She asked, staring at the painter, but asking the leader of the guards as they continued to ride.

“My lady?” The guard responded and shifted his eyes toward the painter as well.

“Is it your goal to offend the Lathams?” She repeated, but this time a little more harsh and cold than the first. She broke her gaze of the painter and looked over toward the leader. “Even if this man was involved in the late Lord Latham’s death, do you really think they will be happy to have him dumped in their home covered in filth and looking as frail as someone with the plague?” She snapped, but she could see the leader roll his eyes. He gave her a shrug, and she bit the inside of her lip. “If he even survives that long. The way to are escorting him is completely negligent.”

“And what would you have us do, my Lady.” The leader responded, but his tone was a little nasty toward the end.

“New clothes and layer the bottom of the cart with hay.” She responded, figuring that was simple enough and not time consuming. She wasn’t necessarily on the painter’s side, but she didn’t want him to go dying before he had the chance to face justice. Not to mention the Yates wouldn’t have their scapegoat anymore and they would have to find something else if they wanted to appease the North. If Leilani found the painter’s image to be offending, then surly the Lathams would as well.

The guard pondered the request for a moment, figuring in all she said previously. It wasn’t that much of a burden and hay was easy to come by this time of year. “Very well, my lady. I’m sure when we reach our next stop, be will be able to do what you have requested.”

“Thank you.” Leilani replied and then looked back over to the painter. Maybe once they got further north, she would hand him a wash cloth. She couldn’t imagine have filth caked on every inch of her.

[Lunatic in Lingerie]

Ѵaughan Уate
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→Second Son, Third Child
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Vaughan smirked when Vallena positively commented on his strength. That was one of the best ways to get on his good side. Although he had an ear for knowing if they were being deceitful, he wasn’t entirely sure if she was just saying it to sweeten him up, or if she truly thought that way.

The pace started to increase, and Vaughan kept up with her, even without his other shoe. He started to wonder if Vallena ever went running by herself. The only person Vaughan knew of that enjoying running great distances was one of the Kingsguard, and he was starting to get too old to keep up with him. Granted… Most of the young men couldn’t keep up with Vaughan’s crazy workouts, so the knight was still in the top percentage in the prince’s opinion.

He was about to bring up running, when she made another comment about shopping and the King. “Really? I would have never thought he would have sent you. I suppose he trusts the Halle family loyalty, though. It’s good to know he cares a little, even if I’m almost positive you’re supposed to be protecting Ana and not me.” He said, maintaining his speed and deciding not to speed up unless Vallena wanted to. It was a bit hard to keep a normal conversation going while both of the persons were fighting for breath and practically racing through the markets.

The smirk that had faded away during the last part of the conversation, was now back on his lips when she inquired about Valentine. It was no secret that this particular Halle disliked the Duke of Dragon’s Bay. Vallena knew of his schemes, yet she never had the authority or proof to bring him in for the crimes. “You heard him back on the ship, we’re friends. He has a the witty sort of personality that I enjoy being around.” He replied and looked at the mutilated shoe in his hand. “Oddly enough, my father… The King, wanted to get the Yate family involved with the textile trade so he assigned me to make alliances with local and foreign sellers, Valentine being one of them. Even if I don’t wear the tunics and gowns he brings in, I’m sure someone in my family will.” He said, and kept his answer at that. It wasn’t a short response, nor was it a lie. The small percentage of Vaughan being on Valentine’s ship really did involve the goods his ships had brought back from foreign lands. The other percentage… Well, Vaughan was enjoying his company.

[Tyber Septim]

XXVallena HalleXX

THE SILVER GRIFFON

One thought shoved its way to the front of Vallena's mind, Vaughan had caught up. When Vallena had been a child she would wait at the gate for her eldest brother. He would come forth from the stables upon a white horse with that winner smile gelded to his face. Vallena would wait by the gate as Daven rode towards her. When he pulled the steed to a stop, Vallena would flex her muscles, to show off the might of a lithe 8 year old girl.

Daven would just laugh. How that laugh would warm her heart. He didn't laugh like that anymore. She'd almost forgotten how that laugh rang out through the yard, almost. Then he'd leaned down from the saddle and pat his beloved sister on the head. "Next time", he would say. A kick to the horse's side and he'd be off. She ran. Vallena scrawny little legs would pound into the dirt. Every muscle burned as she gave chase. Vallena had been run all her life. Now for the first time the man she wanted was chasing after her instead. It was a good change in Vallena's mind.

He was talkative too, she had to give him that. Short and concise like herself though. When Vaughan wondered aloud if she'd been sent to protect him or Ana, Vallena simply shrugged and sped up. She could already hear his breaths getting shorter. She wondered who would break first, the perfection-seeking prince or the stubborn-born admiral. Vallena resorted to simply nodding when it came time to discuss Valentine.

As she'd suspected the Yates were trying tie themselves to the Beausons. War loomed like an inevitable storm cloud over the kingdoms. With both House Halle and House Beausons on the Yates side their naval power would be unmatched. It wouldn't come to that of course. The Northerners might have snow for brains, but they wouldn't dare oppose the Yates.

"Rest assured my prince, I'm sure-you could wear the-fabric quite, ahem, well." Vallena spoke in short burst as her walk turned into a near sprint. She would not slow down, she knew the prince well enough to know that neither would he, it wasn't in their nature. "What did you think of the painter-the one-the assassin-he didn't kill-whew-lord Latham. I know killers, he was no-ah-killer. Someone else was behind it. That much is clear, but once-your father gets and idea-ah-in his head you know how he can be. What did you think about all of it?"

The Admiral’s Orders
- With: Prince Vaughan
- Where: Tanner Street of the Iskrian Market
- Wondering: Gave chase, give chase, be chased. Such is romance.

LOYAL, STRONG, SWIFT

[Harmonie and Happiness]

MortimerXXXX ✘ XXXX Beauson

Heir to the Beausons⇇
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He didn’t have much to say when Hollyn told him about their father. What was there to say? They had grown up in the same household and knew what kind of man Lord Beauson was. The old b*****d wasn’t even that old either, and the family could ‘look forward’ for having him around for a few more years. Whatever he was planning for Hollyn, she didn’t seem to like. While he would commend her for her courage for fighting with the vile squid, he wasn’t sure if it was the best thing to do. Mortimer had learned at a young age that it was best to just follow along with what your parents wanted. Anything that they forbid you to do, had to be done in secret and all would be well.

After Hollyn was in the carriage and properly sitting upright, Mortimer then took to folding up the chair as best he could so it would fit through the doors. He let Vanya and Mario get in first, and once he managed to figure it out, he got in and pulled the chair in with him.

Taking a seat next to Hollyn, he was facing Mario and he stared at the darker man for a moment before looked over at Vanya at bowed his head slightly. “Princess…Captain.” He smirked at the last part, not knowing if that was still what Mario was going by. Mario the great Captain of the Guard! Surely he didn’t think that title would stick, surely he knew the real captain of the guard was someone else with a name.

The carriage began to take off, and he stared out the window. At least Hollyn and Vanya seemed friendly towards one another. He knew they would, but sometimes people clashed together for no reason at all. Speaking of clashing together, he looked back at Mario and wondered what to say. They most likely did not want to talk about the painter, or any politics. Mario had a few interesting trinkets on him that probably had some stories to tell, but he didn’t know how to bring it up without sounding desperate for conversation.

He straightened his coat pocket when he felt a familiar mesh tube in the inner lining against his ribs. Opening the pocket up, he brought out the Chinese finger trap that he had managed to get Princess Vanya to try before and handed it out to Mario. “I believe the last time I spoke with Princess Vanya, she was curious about this small puzzle. Go ahead and try it. You put both index fingers in on both sides, and then try to get out of it.”

“She was able to figure it out quite quickly. Perhaps we should keep an eye out for more interesting puzzles.”He commented, assuming this was harmless small talk. Puzzles were always a fun thing to find in the marketplace. When you had tons of money to spend, sometimes there were more things to buy than fine materials.

[Harmonie and Happiness]

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Florenz wouldn’t say much when Vormund picked apart everything he did wrong while spear fishing. Sometimes, Florenz would have to watch as Vormund would demonstrate the proper technique. When Florenz tried it out, not only was he able to catch a fish, but he was also able to do everything wrong at the same time. Straighten your back, throw the spear with your weight, spear fishing does not allow smiling, the only time you should have weak wrists is never. It went on and on like this.

As time went by, Florenz looked over at the two piles. His pile was still in the lead, but not by much. If he defeated the old goat, he would be able to hold it over his head until one of them died. If he lost, it would just be another normal day. However, he was sure that his victory would become bittersweet. Now he was going to have to find a way to carry them all back to camp. The pile looked heavy, and he was sure that Vormund was going to make him gut and skin each one of them.

The sun started to set and Florenz stopped for a moment, finding himself a bit tired. They had been on the road for so long that sitting on a horse or in a carriage was easier than standing. Plus, he didn’t eat anything except some fruit and bread for breakfast. His legs were just starting to feel sore, and he looked over at Vormund to see if he was ready to go. No doubt they had enough fish to feed everyone in the camp, and maybe a get them a few seconds. If anything, he wanted a piece of the salmon, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

[Harmonie and Happiness]

EtanaXXXX ◯ XXXX Eyre

the eyre shifter⇇
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Etana’s eyes were locked on Garan and they were beckoning him to get in the water. She was about to say something else to the Latham to ruffle his feathers so he would attack her, when she heard her brother’s grim voice. Kyron was quite good at sounding like the older sibling... even if he wasn't. Breaking eye contact with Garan, she looked over at Kyron and then smirked. He was still shielded by the water, so she didn’t see anything she didn’t want to. Plus, he was a good distance away.

She couldn’t tell if he was angry about his clothes missing, if Garan ‘revealed’ himself to her, or if it was a mixture of both. In that moment, Etana could have destroyed Garan if she wanted to. Take what he did back in the forest and blow it out of proportion simply because he dumped her in the freezing cold water. Her eyes glanced over at Garan before she decided what she was going to do. Garan sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to defend himself from the overprotective wrath of an Eyre. He needed another Eyre to save him.

“How do you think he got them?” She asked, deciding to take the defensive route. “I dropped them when I was running, and he managed to put them on and catch me as I threw both of your guys’ clothes into the trees.” She replied and then crossed her arms in a huff, still freezing, but slightly getting accumulated to the water. “The idiot wears so many layers it was hard to keep track of them all… and do you really think he would have been able to catch me if I didn’t stop?” Etana asked once more and eyed her brother, wondering how he was going to respond.

She didn’t want to risk looking at Garan, in case Kryon was able to read through her lie, but she damn expected the Latham to help her up now.

[EpiXfailure]

Richter Eyre:
Richter had been swimming in the lake attempting to swim to the other side when he looked back at the shore to see some sort of commotion going on. He would swim back to see Etana there as well.

"What's going on here?" Richter asked thinking there was a problem if Etana was here whilst the boys were swimming naked in the lake. His eyes wandered to where their clothes were supposed to be and noticed something wrong. Their clothes were not there.

"WHERE ARE OUR CLOTHES?" Richter said with a bit of shock in his voice. Did some animal nab their clothes while they weren't looking or was this some sort of elaborate bandit attack?

[Wildear19]

Antoinette Latham the Third Daughter of Trouble

Every turn leads me to a new dead end
Lost again
I'm screaming your name
Stay close. Stay close
And light up the night

Antoinette ran, ran and ran right up to the point where she wondered why she wasn’t being chased. Didn’t Richter know that was how pranks went? Or rather, This particular one anyway. After a moment of fancy, the girl decided to head back to the lake to see why she wasn’t being chased. She arrived at the very edge, seeing Garan throwing Etana into the frigid water, scanning the water she saw Richter, still in the lake and gawking at the place where once his clothes had been like a confused trout. He wasn’t any fun! He was SUPPOSED to chance after her like some nakkid moonlit lover wanting his clothes back, but no! instead he just sort of floated there like a dead fish. Beyond exasperated Antoinette just sort of stood there by the tree line and waited for him to notice her

[Lunatic in Lingerie]

Ѵaughan Уate
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→Second Son, Third Child
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Vaughan felt Vallena’s pull as she continued to accelerate. He glanced over at her as she stared ahead, watching her breath to see if she was going to tire out soon. Nope. Each breath was even, unless she was speaking. Vaughan directed his gaze forward and slightly smirked. She wanted to race? Fine. He tightened his hold around Vallena’s arm and started to breathe in through his nose and out his mouth.

As Vallena started to sprint, Vaughan would stop speed walking and go into a run at the same time. “You think so?” He replied to her comment with a smile and kept an even, but fast pace. “All of that fancy grab gets in the way.” He said, taking in a longer breath than before since he had to trade the previous one for talking. Talking wasn’t the easiest thing to do while running down the market place, but Vallena was content on keeping the conversation going by bringing up the painter.

Vaughan took a moment to reply since his attention was on avoiding sharp things in the road. His foot could handle scuffs from the road, but he wanted to avoid broken glass if it was possible. “I think that painter sealed their fate… When they painted that blood mural of… Lord Elynbrigge’s death.“ He breathed and hopped over a pothole in the road. “Maybe if they didn’t go and do something like that… they would have gotten a normal trial. The… whole… thing seemed like some sort of black… magic.” Vaughan would pause in his reply for a moment to catch his breath. “Of course someone else was behind it, but since we… focused all of our time into the painter…… finding other leads is going to be… difficult.”

With that, they passed Tanner Street and were on their way somewhere else. Vaughan suddenly didn’t care about his shoe, and was more focused on this game they were playing. He looked over a Vallena and let out a small, breathy laugh. “I bet you are regretting wearing armor today.”

[Ann Bonney]

Mario Nunez
Mario assisted both the princess and the cripple girl into the carriage and took his seat next to Vanya. As the Beauson male jested his fake title he merely smile and nodded. "M'lord, and m'lady." As Mortimer look out the window the ladies and him traded small talk before Mortimer made another comment about a puzzle that he had. Mario opened his hand as it was passed to him. "Trying to make a fool out of me, mate?"he chuckled before sticking his fingers through each of the holes. He attempted to pull his fingers out."Don't want to break it..."he paused before trying once again to pull out of the contraption without ripping it in half.
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[Tyber Septim]

XXVallena HalleXX

THE SILVER GRIFFON

"If you want to see me remove my attire, My prince, you needed only to ask," Vallena said as she reached up to unlatch a cauldron from her shoulder. Before it hit the ground with clang she'd already started on the other one. What had been a walk to a shoe store had turned into a competition between two people used to winning competitions. By the time they'd stormed past the tanner's Vallena had stripped off both gauntlets and her chest piece. With each piece of her armor that hit the ground her pace sped up. By the time Vallena had given up any pretense of walking and had broken into a mad run there was a metallic trail left in her wake.

Her legs were like pistons. Up and down, up and down. Every body began to remind her that she'd have to pay the tax for such efforts later. That was later though, for now there was just her, Vaughan, and the finish line. "First one to touch the statue-whew-of King Soarane Yate wins." Those were her last words to Vaughan before she slipped her arm free. A mix of adrenaline, pride, and desperation spurred Vallena forward. The crowds in the market parted to make way for the oncoming Halle. You had to give the small folk some credit. They may not have had a lordling's education, but they knew when to get out of the way. The familiar burn began to creep into Vallena's legs as they rounded Tabbernackle street onto Garlin's Walkway.

Some hundred years ago King Garlin Yate ruled over the kingdoms. He obsessed with beauty. At first it was small things. It was he that built the grand chapel in the Capital. It was he that ordered the statues that loomed over passerby on Greenhill and Shoreline. Garlin's greatest work was Garlin's walkway. The street that lead toward the main gate of the Yate's family castle was a work of art. It was lined by rows upon rows of flowers of glamours color, It was as if someone had planted a rainbow. Vallena paid the flowers no minds as she raced by.

The burning sensation had spread up her legs and into her chest. Each breath was heavy and slow. She showed no signs of stopping. The knowledge that she'd earn the right to smirk at Vaughan. That single thought made every twinge of pain in her body an afterthought. Even the fountain upon which stood a statue of The Mother with a bade in her arms from which water spewed, did not halt Vallena. She bounded over the edge of the fountain. Pushed through the water and was out the other side. Vallena Halle was in no mood to lose.

The Admiral’s Orders
- With: Prince Vaughan eating my dust.
- Where: Garlin's Walkway
- Wondering: Just a little bit further, just a little bit further

LOYAL, STRONG, SWIFT