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Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Numir has long been known as the largest continent on the planet. It covers nearly the entire Eastern hemisphere of the planet, an as such has always been the biggest center of populations, especially since the destruction most of the population on the western continents in the last Great War. In the millennia since the lives were lost, the world has shifted. The orcs and goblins have taken command of the seas and their shores, the dwarves have retreated so far into their tunnels and mountains people think they have vanished, the elves never leave their forests and swamps, and the various magical races have taken to living as they will, most as gypsy caravans. With little other choice humanity has taken to the fields and plains, farming what they can, and settling as they willed. In that time they have bred so fast and far that they were soon overpopulated and to serve their needs they went to war. Things were truly growing dangerous when the Council of Rulers, a panic formed group of the more powerful human monarchs, managed to call a tenuous treaty amongst humanity. Since then a hundred years have passed, and things have not improved for humanity. Intrigue, politics, maneuvering, blackmail, murder, and all sorts of other crimes and horrors have been used to gain leverage and power, and only luck and sacrifice by the rare decent monarch have prevented further war. The current leader of this ever shrinking faction is King Geoffrey of Umin Hills, a access point from the human lands to the rest of the continent, thus possessing few resources but a pivotal tactical point for the rest of the Council thus providing him with what little power he has. Geoffrey knows he has little power, and even worse he has no allies, and he is frantically searching for new possibilities. he is even considering seeking out the Dragons. No one ahs even seen a Dragon in five hundred years but they had always been forces for the good and he needed help. He was now in his office staying at the heavy rain outside and nodded thoughtfully. Get my daughter.
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She ventured out amongst the workers in the field as she walked, the rain falling and soaking her clothes, but she didn't care. Unruly golden hair, deeply tanned skin and blue grey eyes reflected off the far off streaks of sunshine. Looking back over her shoulder, a rainbow could be seen over the castle... though it could hardly be called that. Not when the place they lived was just a large bare bones estate that housed most of their villagers from the last uprising. Houses had burned to the ground and remained in ashes, everything save for her fathers stone fort. They barely had weapons, the villagers using tools and the sparse items they had left to defend their lives. Several didn't survive, but most did. They were a happy people, except for the occasional upset. The last one, had been twenty years prior when Traelana had been just a girl. Now she stood as a woman surveying her land, multi-colored eyes drinking in the sight while her nostrils flared to take in the strong scent of rain and earth. A single nod of her head sent the horn to blowing. Daylight was fading, they needed to gather their things and go. Watching them scurry back to the protection of the stone structure, she followed. Her golden mane of hair was drenched, water dripping off her plain green dress before it fell to the stone floor of her chambers, a small room in the basement. Her wet foot prints turned to those of another kind as she padded across the floor to the tub of water that sat steaming for her. A sleek golden furred creature sank into the water and sighed, shining eyes closing before there was a hard knock on the door. When those same eyes opened, tanned skin was back in place and human features were once more available to the female. I'm bathing... The door creaked open, His majesty would like to speak with you. I'll be there. The door shut after her confirmation, leaving her alone to finish bathing. She didn't slip back into the animal that lived just beneath the surface. Instead she finished washing and left the room in a new gown, light blue in color with her hair held back from her face with ivory combs. People often said she looked like her mother, but having never met the woman she was often left wondering why she looked nothing like her raven haired father. Her trim fingers pushed open the door, You wanted to see me Father? She waited, a soft smile on her lips as she waited.
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Geffrey sat in his throne. Well what they called his throne. it was really just his best chair but the people needed such titles. He was watching the night fall and the rain that was coming with it begin to gather. When his daughter entered the room he smiled. Traelana. the one joy in his life. Hello my love. He smiled but it did little to hide the fear and exhaustion that plagued him. His magnificent mustache was drooping and his eyes were red and masked under heavy bags. The Council has promised yet another legion of troops to our aid. He said this with the same energy he might have told her that it was going to rain and perhaps the harvest would be enough. It was obvious, but also something that was never going to happen. Not while his fellow Council members, the same bastards who kept promising him help, stole from him. In all, he had counted carefully, they had promised him more than ten million troops, and as of yet not a single soldier had arrived. Because of that I am afraid it has become obvious we need allies. And there is only one group who has not yet refused us or told us they will not get involved. The Dragons. He sighed even as he said it, knowing how dangerous and likely futile it was. I know no one has seen them in centuries. But we have no other choice. if this land is to remain in this family and if you are become queen we need allies. He touched a scroll on the table beside him. This is the letter to the leader of their thunder. I tried to be polite and persuasive but wholly honest. Whole never lie to a Dragon thing. I've been told that the best person to ask about this is one named Ptolemy the Grey-eyed in Tresslton to the north. Take what you need and set off when you are ready. And good luck my love. Otherwise we are going to become the watchers of a roadsign.
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

The flicker of the candlelight played across her skin causing it to darken in the dim lighting. Her father looked so frail, so old sitting upon his ornate throne. The chair was decorated in colored glass and bits of rock, ornate but severely outdated. Her smile widened when he acknowledged her, rushing forward to bow at his worn slippers and to rest her cheek upon his crinkled, weathered hand. She knew what his words meant, he kept her in the loop with all the going on's under his roof, their roof. The Dragons had come up in talks before, a foolhardy idea that was tossed out the window with the rest of the rubbish in the bin. However, this time it wasn't a public statement to his advisors. A quest for the heir to the throne. Her head nodded as she came to understand his missive. It would be dangerous, but because of her special skills she knew he had thought it well out. Her hand rose and grasped the sealed bit of parchment. Her expressive eyes taking in his manners while her ears took in every single drop of advice and guidance. Rising she tucked the paper away into her cleavage, her corset and bodice keeping it close. I understand what is expected of me. I shall ride like the night, swift and free. I will take only what I need and be gone before morning. Her lips brushed his cheek, God speed father. She dipped low, and then with a flourish... was gone. It was crazy to believe she was expected to charm the dragons into standing by their side. But here in the dead of night, shadows plaguing the land and bringing the eyes things that weren't there, anything was possible. Traelana rode wearing the clothes and armor of a man, looking right in place with the few that surrounded her, three in all... including herself. In her pack was a dress and hair pins should she need to look the part of a female. Her horse, a large stallion that was swift and surefooted and black as midnight, with only a touch of gray on his flank. She pulled him to a stop at a crossroads, the large beast reared and whinnied, ready to fly through the woods to their destination. However, she wanted to be smart about it. Tressleton was at least a two days ride out and already they had covered almost half of that since they left home. With the castle far behind them and a small inn before them, the three riders entered. Lany behind her guards, beauty hid behind the cloak she wore. Breakfast, one bath and three beds. The tallest guard stated, digging out enough coin to cover the cost from his coin purse. Keen blue-gray eyes swept over the other patrons as she waited, her eyes landing on a kitchen boy that stood over a scalding pot full of bedding. He yawned, lifting a crippled hand to cover his mouth full of half-rotted teeth. Her attention was jerked to the stairs as a weary prostitute shuffled down to greet the guests. swallowing hard she moved her head away from the woman, she needn't be found out about just yet.
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Aye sir... Oi Myrtle move yer arse!! The whore jumped but picked up the pace, her eyes betraying some fear. The kitchen immediately set to washing the bedding and moving out of his master's way while the man bellowed. Janice!! Breakfast for four! A very loud growl met his shout and the sound of banging cookware followed for answer. While the newcomers were greeted weakly by Myrtle then lead up to their room, four sets of eyes followed every movement. Farewell and adieu ye wee Fainish ladies. Farewell and and adieu ye ladies of Fain!! For we have received orders for to set sail to Hamden.... The much loved folk song was being lead by a spindly bard who towered over everyone in the place, despite his silly feather hat, and he played his lute rather well, but his eyes were amongst the four watching the newcomers. He made his way toward them still leading the song and bumped into the third member of the party, almost reaching the hidden Princess. Oh i do beg your pardon good sir. His hands reached out to steady the fellow but another pair of hands caught his. These hands were gloved in crimson metal and for a moment the room was silent. The hand had shot out of a blue cloak hiding the wearer's face and body but now everyone knew just what lay there. Only the the Knights of Order wore crimson metal armor. Established by a former judge these knights had taken it upon themselves to fight lawlessness and crime throughout the land and refused to endure anything that was not entirely within the law. The cloak fell back revealing the faceless red helm as the man stood, his solid red plate armor gleaming in the morning light from the still open door and window. Barnaby oShea I arrest you for theft. Return the man's purse. Barnaby, face ashen, obeyed returning the purse then began to beg piteously as the shorter but far stronger man dragged him from the inn. No please!! It was a first offense!! Have mercy!! HAVE MERCY!! His sobs filled the air until there was a loud crack followed by silence then the sound of a falling axe. Few had noticed but the Axe of Judgement had been on the knight's hip. A short battleaxe it was used to deliver punishments the Knights deemed necessary as in accordance with their order's charter and the power granted them by the Council of Rulers. An unknown foot kicked the door shut as the sound of sizzling flesh and the smell of burning human came upon the air and the innkeeper quickly shouted. Lindsey sing! A small but tough looking girl scowled but stood, clasping her filthy hands before her trim hips, and began to sing a love ballad in a very sweet childlike voice that drew all ears. She was not very good nor very bad but her voice somehow had that quality that simply demands listening. While Myrtle hurried the paying customers up to their room the girl drew all minds away from the events outside. Save two. Still two sets of eyes followed the newcomers with thoughts hidden behind a mask of a smile in one, and the other hidden under a thick cloak, feigning sleep.
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Her head moved back and forth, alert and always watching. There was a lot of action and the bellows from the minstrel was enough of a distraction on it's own with out the callings of the kitchen as they slaved about. While their head remained covered they all continued to watch as they mounted the stairs behind the weary whore. Sebastian, moved from the head of the line to follow behind Traelana. All stopped as he was bumped into. Seb's hand coming up to ease the princesses hand away from the hilt of her sword, a quick shake of his head alerted that he was fine. Drunken fool, He snarled into the man's jovial face. Another set of hands spared the thief of his wrath. Lany watched as the cloak fell back, she'd heard of the Order, but had never met one. None wanted to meet them. Keeping her head back, in the shadows of her cloak she stayed her ground watching as the thief returned Sebastian's purse and then began begging for his life. the sounds were horrendous and shook the female to her core. Sebastian urged them forward, No more mishaps... he whispered. The trio moved up to their room, three beds within the interior, as asked. I felt eyes upon us the entire time... Garrison whispered, yanking off his cloak and tugging at his dusty riding clothes. But with the place as packed as it was, it was hard to tell where they came from... Sebastian finished for his younger brother. Back corner, left hand side... I don't know the number, but more than a few... Traelana stated matter of factly. She slipped out of her clothing, becoming bare beneath her cloak. Her back was turned to the men, she spun, everything covered and still in darkness. A bath awaits me while you figure who they were... Her hand lifted to stop their words. I have my dagger. I bid ye adieu... for now. She was as curious as they were, however she needed to soak and rest. Locking the door of the wash room she slid into the heated water with a satisfied groan. After her bath the night before had been interrupted it served as a wonderful reminder that she was, after all of this, still a lady. Her beast was on high alert, she didn't like being left so vulnerable in an unknown place.
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

The inn had changed radically since the newcomers had gone upstairs. The corner she had mentioned was now empty, the person who had been there at the bar now. She had everyone's attention. Her hair was a deep startling blue and braided into tight dreadlocks that were tied back into a thick tail that fell against her back. Her face was striking, rivaling even the Princess upstairs in beauty. She was entirely human but somehow otherworldly. She turned her face towards the bar smiled. No one could not deny her exquisite beauty. Her full pouting lips curved upward in a come hither smile that made everyone in the room save one long for her kisses, while her solid blue eyes told everyone that while human she was also something more. She spoke and her voice was utterly musical and filled them all with even more longing. Hello everyone. May I buy you a drink? She held out her hand gesturing at several drinks. As they rushed forward she bonded up the stairs and into the newcomers room and before they could react cast a spell on both men halting their actions. In that moment she learned everything about them and their fellow and they also learned what she was. The witch giggled. My name is Altaya. When do I meet your lovely friend? She seemed calm and defenseless but her powerful magics told them everything that they need to know about her. I would like to discuss your journey. I need to join it. Down below the Knight of the Order had returned and now sat at the bar watching everyone from under his visor, while the sole remaining watcher kept themselves so well hidden not even the Princess would or could sense them, and no one even seemed to know the person them-self was there at all. This person remained silent, wondering why the blue one ha gone upstairs and just what exactly was so interesting up there, but with all the people at the bar devouring the free drinks, there was almost no way to get up the stairs. They would have paid dearly for that speed the witch had used and wondered how she had achieved the movement. Upstairs the witch smiled watching the two brothers. Do you two talk? And dont you lock doors?
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Lany couldn't even will a change, fearing that she'd be found long before she could change back. Then what would she even say. Instead she sank further into the water and came up only to lather her hair and body. Sebastian and Garrison lay upon their beds when the door burst open, leaving each to reach for their swords. the blue haired wench stood there while they remained frozen. Their princess was unprotected at the moment and both slightly panicked, before she set them free. Steely gazes assaulted the poor female as they each drew their blade and stood their ground. They didn't know what to make of her. Witch, Sebastian snarled. We have no answers for you, only a blade. By that he means, yes we talk and the door was unlocked for our lovely friend's return. No, you may not join our journey. Garrison piped in. Our journey doesn't concern you... Sebastian moved forward to toss the witch out on her arse. Freshly washed and completely clean, the cloaked figure of Traelana appeared behind the girl in the doorway. With her hood low she caught the girl and steadied her on her feet, before moving around her and entering the room. Go home whore, you're not needed. She tossed a few coins her way and closed the door, clicking the lock into place. Turn around, you two know the rules... Lany stripped free of the cloak and dried completely before slipping into a fresh tunic from her pack. Putting her cloak back on she opened the door. Oh good, you're still here. I need these washed for my ride tonight. She tossed more coins at her , the guards behind her snickered. What? She asked, irritation in her voice. She's a witch, majesty... Sebastian stated. Traelana stepped away from the door, acting as if she'd been scalded. We've been found out? Then why, pray tell aren't you moving out? Then why, pray tell aren't we on the road? Garrison added, Your highness, the witch wishes to join our ranks and journey with.. NO! Traelana stated firmly, yanking back her hood and glaring at the girl. I forbid it!
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Well ain't that just too bad? Altaya was sitting on Traelana's bed idly polishing her nails. You see either I'm coming or tell everyone downstairs and of course all those lovely friends of our fathers on the council that you are here and just what exactly you are up to. How does that sound? And boys and girls when you expel a witch you have to do it properly. Otherwise she can enter any room she pleases at will. She had peeled off her cloak and now lay in a resplendent outfit that resembled fish scales in color, design, and texture, though of course everything was the same blue as her hair. Her body was trim but also well built, and while her outfit covered her well, it did dive at the neckline, so low that her well-rounded cleavage was impossible to miss. She gave a wicked little giggle. Now boys. Such dirty thoughts.... She looked at the Princess. And my dear....whatever it is you are.... I advise you not touch me again unless you wanted me to know. And the next time you do...remember. Her eyes flashed now as she flexed her fingers, revealing three inch long talons that were blood red before shrinking down to normal length blue nails. Witches always have tricks up their sleeves. Below the watcher was still calculating how to achieve their goal. They needed to go upstairs. Finally it came. With a few coins given and a silent urging to end questions, the watcher, still becloaked, made it tot he newcomer's room with their breakfast. They knocked rapidly, producing a loud rapping.
Thread: Good Intention's Destination (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Trae blinked and the woman was in the room AGAIN. Oh this would never do. She rolled her eyes and tossed her cloak aside. Go for it, wench... I dare you. However, what business is mine of yours that you would see fit to ruin it? Considering you yourself are a lowly servant, what pull does you tongue have... besides wagging in the ears of those you service? Her lips curled in a satisfied grin, that is until the wench sat up to peel off her own cloak and stretched out upon HER bed. Crossing her arms she barely held back her irritated snarl. Glowering at the woman she nodded at her guards... but stopped them with a raise of her hand when she questioned what she was. She scoffed, You think I care about the tricks up YOUR sleeve, how self centered of you. Foolish girl, arise and bow before your princess the next ruler of this pitiful little nation. For to just sit there... or lounge there, as were the case would be disrespectful and we wouldn't want that. She had more biting comments to make as the rap on the door stopped her. Donning her cloak she hid in the shadows behind the door and let her guard answer it. Wait, tell me witch... what purpose shall you serve in my company of going? Speak wisely and quickly, we mustn't keep breakfast waiting. Sebastian and Garrison snuffed all but one candle and moved it to the middle of the single table. Just a moment. Well, shall I open the door or will you give me your answer now? The princess hissed impatiently. The witch was a fool to think she could be trusted... Traelana could easily smell the self serving attitude upon her like a scent from the woods. She didn't trust this girl, and didn't want her on the mission. However, as bait for the dragons, an offering of sorts, it was a great idea.
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Altaya smiled and stood. We all have our friends my dear Crown Princess. She bowed provocatively smirking at the princess. As to service? Little. Aid? I am a magician and I can assure you there are a number of magical obstacles between us and the Dragons. You let me come and I will defeat those obstacles as needed. My business with the Dragons is my own. She then moved forward reaching for the doorknob. So shall I leave to discuss your travel plans below or shall they become OUR plans and then we may discuss them while you eat? The rap at the door came again while the becloaked figure waited. They couldn't hear anything from inside because of the witch but they were getting nervous now. They took a chance and called out. Please hurry sirs. The food is getting cold.