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Postby Elyna » Fri Sep 09, 2016 4:52 am

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Alistair made his presence known and the air turned thick with tension. Elyna watched as Zvezdana sat taller, if that were possible and the Skyrider could empathise with the emotion she read, briefly, on the woman’s face. Horror, shock all hidden within the space of a breath and then the battle of words continued. Elyna was surprised to see the Lord Venora, but pleased. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind that their attack on their road had been less than accidental and somehow, somehow the tall man was involved in the horde of undead. Her suspicion was unfounded on any evidence and either way he had proved to be an ally. She was pleased to see him, she supposed and nodded in response to his candid greeting. A faint smile pulled at her features before vanishing at his wave to Marcus. The man beside her moved to stand and instinctive she rested a hand over his. The gentle touch along with Veljorn’s order and Zvezdana’s reprimand saw him settle.
The second surprise saw Elyna glance at Faith, concerned for the woman as she too sat a little straighter in her chair and met the measured gaze of the king. Well she had vowed to try and save him, it seemed fitting that she was already sworn to fealty. The Skyrider struggled to breathe, the air too cumbersome to seep into her lungs and give any relief. Outside the city was burning and the taint of acrid smoke lined her tongue. The King was here, and he was in good company. The sight of Cassander revealed seemed to spark relief in the woman and as she sat taller, her shoulders were pulled back but relaxed.
Veljorn vowed destruction. To fight and battle to the bitter end. Elyna stood slowly. In a gesture that she hoped would confuse and console the man, she trailed her hand across Marcus’s shoulders and squeezed gently. He turned to watch her move as she circled the Sailor, aware that she had probably attracted the attention of the tent. Yoreth, who knew her better stood up quickly from his chair but it was too late. She’d closed the distance between herself and her Uncle in two careful steps. The knife was pulled from her belt and she spun. Elyna wrapped an arm around her Uncle’s neck and before he could react the star steel blade was plunged without hesitation into the side, to the hilt.
If Veljorn was a Burhan, he did not represent them all. He did not represent her and she would not be ordered to marry anyone, or live a life dictated. She had forsaken her Noble name to that end and it had been the right thing to do. “You do not speak for me,” she told him dispassionate. No one did, and no one ever would again.
Perhaps there only needed to be one more death. The blade she named Serpent Death in that moment as Veljorn tilted his head back against her body and chocked. Blood rising to his lips as his eyes met hers and she watched his final gasps for air. The blade withdrawn in a swift and practised motion of a warrior sent a spray of warm blood across the tent. It had only taken a few moments and Yoreth and Marcus had lunged for her. The Skyrider took a step back. Yoreth closed a grip around her arm and she twisted and forced him to break his hold. Serenity settled over her because this was now a battle that she could understand. One with actions instead of words. She felt the familiar trickle of adrenaline slide down her spine and her fingertips hummed with energy. Perhaps it was unusual but the woman had always found peace in action and the simple repetitive motions of training and fighting. Her balance was off because of the baby and yet she knew it, and she knew that she could compensate. Letting go of conscious thought she embraced the darker part of her own heart. One willing to deal death and justice as necessary. She sent a silent prayer to Pre that she could consider the execution of her uncle as Just. Correcting the carnage he had wrought.
Marcus reached for her other side and she twisted to face him. He stumbled to a halt when faced with the knife, still warm and dripping blood. Held level with his neck as the woman made deliberate motions around the edge of the tent toward the door. As chaos erupted and shouts were raised Elyna kept her focus on the Sailor, ready and waiting for any sudden moves he might make. Yoreth flanked him and the pair approached.
The wind was at her back with the open tent flap, “Faith?” Elyna called without lifting her gaze from the pair of warriors held at bay by the fury in her expression and the unwavering calm of her weapon.
If the world had held it’s breathe it suddenly inhaled as she stepped out from the tent and into the crisp clear night. Elyna lunged for the weapons rack and retrieved her sword then carried on running. She followed her natural instinct and fled. Hopefully with Faith at her heels the woman found a clear path to the dragons, as it seemed the soldiers were reluctant to approach the enormous animals. The Skyrider considered yet again, if perhaps there was something wrong with her. Because she wasn’t afraid of the Dragons. She loved them, still. Like horses they seemed to sense intention and one lifted its head as she sprinted towards the group. A smaller creature with scales such a dark shade of emerald green they looked black or even blue tinged in the flickering firelight.
Without hesitation the woman crossed grass that was trodden into mud and climbed up, reaching for the leather straps of the harness and pulled herself up onto what could only be described as a saddle set before the mighty wings. If Faith had followed her, the woman reached down to assist the slave. As Marcus had followed her, he stopped on the outskirts of the flying creatures and roared with frustration. The Dragon who had allowed her to mount up extended enormous wings and flexed.
“Hold tight and shut your eyes!” Elyna called to anyone who might be listening and the Dragon reared onto hind legs before leaping and lurching into the Sky. It was always harder to gain height from a flat start and so it felt as though they would surely crash atop the tent, before the wings caught and lifted them higher. They spiralled up and the Skyrider tried desperately to recall all the lessons of Jacadon riding she could remember. Mostly she’d ridden Volarean but Dragons were a different creature entirely. The reins collected and held lightly, Elyna watched the campsite drop away beneath them. The fires becoming tiny pinpricks of light in the distance like a second night sky.
Regret found her. No matter what, if Zvezdana had found love then surely Elyna had taken it from her. It was a keen pain and one the woman wouldn’t have wished on anyone. She could only hope that his death would save thousands. Though it would be little comfort to his widow. What of Lazuli? What had Cassander done?
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Postby Faith » Fri Sep 09, 2016 6:38 am

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FaithWhen the 'king' took off his helm and it was, in fact, Lord Venora, Faith decided there and then that this trial couldn't get any more surprising. She bowed to him, dropping a rather surprised curtsy, but she did not speak of course. Because important things were happening here and the young woman was rather pleased to say that she was almost keeping up with some of it. As far as she could tell, Lady Burhan's uncle was married to Lord Venora's sister and they were making a bid for the throne. This was being considered by the representatives of the seven noble houses of Rynmere, the very ones that she had been reading about just lately. Marcus Krome, Malcolm's son and the one who was trying to get Lady Burhan to marry him, was on the side of Velijorn and probably, Faith considered, therefore wanted to marry Lady Burhan in order to solidify the position between the two houses, Burhan and Krome and therefore strengthen their links to the crown, if this coup was successful. It seemed that Lady Venora did not know that Lord Venora was involved and as Faith heard the bitterness in Lady Venora's voice, she felt pity rise in her for the woman who felt so betrayed.

What a lot of very complicated things she considered, but she kept quiet and kept an eye on the slave next to her, making sure that he was alright, especially as another trio of dragons flew in and then in came another man. Faith had no idea who he was, but she guessed that he was someone important. She could not help but frown as he approached them, because he seemed to be heading directly for the two slaves; the boy had taken her hand moments before and she squeezed in gentle reassurance, hoping that he did not panic and she stepped slightly forward so that she might be able to protect him.

But then, things got ever so slightly more complicated.

The important man brought the cloak and placed it around the boy next to her and then he put a crown on his head and... Faith's eyes widened as she realised that she had been standing and holding hands with the king of Rynmere. He kept hold of her hand for a moment as her stomach did flip flops whilst she ran through all that had happened in her mind. He was the king? She had told him she would protect him and she could not quite believe that she had done that. It was more than fair to say that the young slave was more than a touch surprised and, as he ushered her into a seat she sat and looked around, then realised just where she was sitting. Why had he sat her here? She had no idea and so she kept quiet. Her gaze met Lady Burhan's and she raised one eyebrow, ever so slightly. She really hadn't expected this when she woke this morning, that eyebrow seemed to say.

Then, the king spoke and Faith sat, entranced. She had never heard anyone speak like that before, eloquent and passionate. They had been speaking, of course, the people here before the king started to speak. But he was different. Maybe, in fairness, it was because she knew he was the king, but maybe it was because he spoke not from a place of his own, but from the man who oversaw the kingdom and who had experienced life as a slave in order to gauge his enemy. That took courage, Faith thought to herself and she gave a silent prayer to Famula, to protect this boy and all who served him. Lady Venora spoke back and she called the king ugly and a mutt. Now, Faith would be the first to admit that she did not know politics well, but this was the second time that Lady Venora had flung base insults to people and Faith thought that the calm and collected manner with which the king put forward his terms, even the way in which Lady Venora's husband responded was much more noble than mudslinging.

Lady Venora spoke to her as part of her tirade against the king, ordering her to move. Faith felt her stomach churn at that, because she had indeed served Lady Venora the very trial that this had all started, when she had heard the first whispers of Lady Burhan being held. But Master had been clear and Faith was here to serve Lady Burhan and Lord Venora; it was to them she looked, to see if she should move. Lady Burhan stood and Faith tensed, ready to stand with her, to protect her if needs be. Again, however, Faith had forgotten just who Lady Burhan was, just how strong this woman was. In a flash the world changed again and Faith found herself most certainly following Lady Venora's command of moving to Lady Burhan's side, her own hand moving to grab the knife she had hidden in her dress that she might stand with Lady Burhan and fight with her if needs be. As Elyna called her name, Faith was already moving and she joined Lady Burhan as quickly as she could, her own knife out and ready to defend. "Here, my Lady" she said, so that Lady Burhan did not have to even flicker her gaze.

And then they were running and they were running towards the big scary dragon things. Oh by Famula's lantern, Faith considered, Lady Burhan wasn't going to... but yes, of course she was and Faith simply kept quiet and hoped that she lived to tell this tale and she ran alongside the woman she had been charged to protect. Somehow, it kept being the other way around, but she served the best she could. So, as Lady Burhan helped her up onto the beast, Faith felt terror and adrenaline and all sorts of emotions flying through her. Being careful not to hold too tightly, she wrapped her arms around Lady Burhan, feeling like she was holding on for dear life, and when bidden to close her eyes, she did not need to obey because they were already scrunched shut.

And as she held on, she considered that in fact this was all her fault for thinking that there couldn't be any more surprises that trial. Lord Venora wearing a posh helmet really had been the least of it, all things considered.


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Postby Alistair » Fri Sep 09, 2016 9:01 am

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Cassander revealed himself to be the copper haired slave, the one who'd had drinks thrown at him and festering looks fitting only for peasants. No - instead, he was not a peasant, but the Lord of them all. The one who bore the crown. His speech to follow was one that impressed even Alistair, and the Venora found himself knowing that he had made the right decision to do all of this for the sake of the young King. From his words, he knew that King Renault would grow to be a fine man one day, one who inspired fear and respect from his subjects. As he placed his hand upon Alistair's shoulder and spoke to Zvezdana, the Venora lowered himself to bow to his King. "Your Majesty," he whispered.

Zvezdana's reaction did not surprise him. It looked as if all the life had drained from her and the raging fire she'd always possessed had ceased. There was sadness, anger, a feeling of betrayal. But the eldest Venora had felt much the same way in all of this - for as one loyal to the Kingdom, Zvezdana's actions alongside Veljorn were a betrayal as well. To herself, to her family, to her Kingdom. Of course her brother felt some level of guilt, regardless of his lack of empathy, but he could not weaken himself or lower himself to an apologetic fool. He had to be firm. This was the choice he had made. His parents hadn't made it for him - they cowered in the face of this conflict. Even Ebony cowered. Alistair had been the one to be brave, to persuade the others to join their King as a true Venora would. Did that make him all the more of a traitor in her eyes? Perhaps, but he had not sworn oaths of loyalty to Zvezdana, he had sworn his oaths to Cassander.

"You mustn't forget that our past is of mutual nature. Father's favor of me only came to be as you grew older. Before you were around, it was only me, Zvezdana. What do you think that means?" he asked her, though he was aware his words were unfitting of present company. "Regardless - our past, our family, is not an appropriate topic for this meeting. I am glad that you have found love. It is a marvelous thing. A thing I understand little. Perhaps that is why I am so curious to the fact that it has blinded you from reasoning so dearly." Without Zvezdana, this rebellion may never have escaped the ground. The second eldest child of one of the most powerful families in Rynmere joining the fray was the oil they needed to spread the blaze. She had enabled all of these deaths, justifying her suffering, her love, her ambitions and her need for revenge upon it all.

In truth, he did not see love in Veljorn's eyes. He saw calculations. He saw desire - for power. The man was as cold as Ellasin, with eyes of steel and a heart of coal. As he listened however, and focused upon the sight of the rebel King, he almost lost sight of his surroundings . . . of Elyna springing to action, plunging a blade into his neck, just like that. With a mere motion, the rebel King had passed away, and Alistair was reminded why he picked the side he did. Veljorn somehow did not detect the intentions of a woman he allowed so close to his side. He did not detect the treachery of Faith, who had been sent by Alistair - Veljorn's enemy - to defend Elyna and ensure of her mobility. They did not even realize this despite Alistair's admission of secretly siding with Cassander. Marcus merely lunged at him, climbing off his leash to scream bloody murder and threats of hanging.

But they did not prevent his obvious plan. Elyna, Faith and Alistair had always wished for the end of the Rebel King. The weakening of Marcus' retinue and his ability to restrain her, the gift of the slave to protect her from the repercussions, and the treating of her abuse to ensure her strength . . .

It had all paid off. So as Veljorn fell to his knees and the blood splurged from his neck, the Venora felt naught but justice permeate through the room. Elyna and Faith fled shortly afterward, and onto the beating wings of a Jacadon nonetheless, but Alistair remained. He looked to Cassander, to Emerson Sands, and to the enemies from across the room. Alistair stood beside his King, his hand on the hilt of his blade. He knew little of how to fight with a sword, but his power came from more than steel.

And he was not afraid. This setting was the most natural of all to him, surrounded by tension, ambition, fear, anger, death. This was an average Monday on a Coven mission, and he'd faced far greater than what would soon be a sobbing wreck of a sister and the angered bodyguards of a treasonous buffoon. "It was unwise of you to decline total surrender, sister," the Venora spoke clearly. "What happens now is at the will of the King, where previously you had power to negotiate. That power has gone, and this is no longer a negotiation. This is a place of demands." His eyes stayed fixed on Zvezdana. Would this be her end? He thought logistically first, emotionally last. Would it be wise to have a woman of Venora beheaded or hung by the King? Would it clear them of the shame of their rebellion, or would she haunt their reputation from the grave?

"Lay down your arms," he demanded of them. "There is still hope for peace. Your rampage can end here, as it should have long ago. Surrender."
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Postby Kingdom » Fri Sep 09, 2016 11:01 am

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Zvezdana's insults were met with laughter from the King's council, but the boy remained stoic, unmoved by the woman's words. His title, given on account of his age, did not define him, and as such, he would not stoop to her level or acknowledge any of her wild accusations. If one tortured woman meant he might save the lives of thousands, the sacrifice was just. For Cassander, punishment of the flesh with life kept, was the lesser of two evils, one any man in his position would entertain for the right cause.
"You have not heard wrong," he pressed his right hand to his heart as if to soothe the pain that welled there when mind came to dwell on his most recent loss. "The hand to end Freya's life was my own," he had watched his wife suffer, slowly dying from the infection caused by her wound, inflicted by the arrow Veljorn's men had intended to end his life with.
The King lowered his gaze and pictured the burning pyre down beside the sea. This short lapse in concentration had seen him miss Elyna's swift actions, jolted back to reality as a fountain of blood gushed over the table, ending the life of the man who had taken so much from this world. The King's advisors raced to their feet and tipped over chairs in order to protect their King. Shock held the Boy King prisoner as he stood, blinking at the limp body of the man who had moments prior sworn that he would not go to his grave without taking Cassander's life first.
Marcus had moved to attack, only to be halted by the outstretched arm of wiser council, that of his superior, Yoreth Blackwood. The commanders turned and left, snatching two of the King's horses to flee the scene. It was just like all the tales the boy's father had read to him when he was younger, those which said that when a king falls, the first to scarper are his generals, who often believed it was wiser to live to regroup and fight another day.
While Alistair begged Zvezdana see sense, Cassander and Emerson were quickly escorted to the waiting dragons. The animals, hyper-aware of their surroundings and the fresh scent of blood on the air, hissed and shuffled nervously. Emerson was helped up onto the creature's back and given room to take off while the King's men wrestled with a second Jacadon, trying to tame the beast long enough to see the King to safety.
"Warrick!" Cassander bellowed. "Give the signal! Burn them all!" David pushed the King up into the saddle and made a move to follow him, only to be thrown backwards by the dragon's outstretched wing. He was pinned to the ground by the strong gust of air stirred up by the dragon's beating wings, but instead of taking flight the animal reared back, spooked by Veljorn's men, who came at it with spears and axes. The Jacadon fell backwards on his rider and the King cried out as his left leg was crushed under the dragon's heavy shoulder-blade.
David raced to the man's side and took the reins of another Jacadon, drawing it close while Enthor helped lift Cassander onto the creature's back. "Go!" He yelled at David to take the King and return to the castle.
The remaining members of the King's council were left to wrestle their mounts and flee the scene before Veljorn's forces could overpower them. "The Dragon King has fallen!" Someone howled as horns were blown to rally the men for battle. "Veljorn is dead!"
With most of the King's men fled, the two remaining dragons, both of which were too injured to fly, resorted to their last form of defence. Hot, white steam billowed from the creatures mouths, white fire cutting a path through the men that surrounded them. One of the King's horses was caught in the crossfire and made a guttural sound as flesh was melted, exposed bones were left charred, and a low, rasping sound announced its death.
"Venoran!" Victor yelled at Alistair. "With me! We don't have any time!" He led two horses near and climbed up to sit in the saddle. "Now!" Victor pulled on his helmet and stabbed a hole in the bottom of a bag attached to the second horse's back. He slapped the animal's backside with the flat edge of his sword and watched as it bolted through the crowd, a transparent liquid slipped in its wake.
"Alistair!" Victor couldn't wait any longer and snatched a burning torch up from the entrance of the tent, he was leaving now, with or without the nobleman. The torch was dropped and the liquid set ablaze, racing through the camp to snake after the frantic horse and in turn raise the signal for the Skyriders of Warrick to attack.
The flame soon caught up to the horse and the animal screeched as it was engulfed by fire, but continued its panic-stricken dash through the camp, catching tents and banners alight before it finally fell, and with a painful groan, surrendered to death. Over ten thousand dragons would soon be upon the Qe'Dreki camp, obliterating what was left of Veljorn's forces, those who weren't smart enough to flee, locked out of the city walls by their own greed. Tomorrow the final battle would begin, and the city streets of Lowtown would be cleared of the rebel scum.

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Postby Zvezdana Venora » Fri Sep 09, 2016 3:01 pm

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Ba-dump…

The motions after her speech were became a blur. She saw Elyna get up, but she paid no heed to the woman. Her gaze remained on the King and his council. Maybe it was foolish to deny the terms of surrender, but she whole-heartedly believed in her slanderous comments. He was a boy king and there was nothing that would change her mind. She would sit upon the throne, and at this point, if that goal was seen to fruition, every single murdered man, woman, and child would have only been a stepping stone. They could repair the damage done to the common folk, and it would take time for them to bring Rynmere back to its former glory and so much more. They would have to watch their backs for a good lifetime, but it would be worth it to avenge Lazuli and rid Rynmere of the Boy King.

Suddenly, there was a sticky warm feeling across the left side of her face and neck. Droplets of something red and glistening fell across her cheek and nose, splashing onto the table and her splayed fingers. Zvezdana looked down, the clattering of chairs the only indication that the King and his council had moved quickly. Blood…? Zvezdana followed the trail, one hand instinctively reaching up to touch the warm liquid against her face. Slowly her eyes fell upon Veljorn, the knife coming out of his neck at that time in an incredibly slow fashion. Time felt as if it were moving through mud. More arterial blood came, spraying her directly in the face. Her milk white skin was flecked in Veljorn’s blood.

Ba-dump.

“Veljorn…?” Zvezdana found herself whispering. Her eyes followed his gaze up onto Elyna. “Elyna…?” Zvezdana’s heart felt as if it were going to explode, tears beginning to fill her eyes and spilling out uncontrollably.

A soul-wrenching, high-pitched scream suddenly lit the air. Zvezdana felt as if she were watching the scene from afar, but it was her lips that had released the scream. Alistair’s words fell on deaf ears. Veljorn’s advisors fled as did Elyna and Faith. Outside, the dragon’s had begun to make motions. Guards were pulling back the flap to find Veljorn’s bleeding body. Suddenly the alarm was going up through the encampment. The Dragon King was dead. Everyone would know within a few bits, maybe even trills.

Alistair was the last one in the tent when Zvezdana began to move toward her beloved’s bleeding body. The arterial spray had begun to die down, now only leaking down his body as his heart stopped. It pooled inside his armor, dripping into the floor where it had slipped through the seams of his armor. She stepped into the blood, falling to her knees before his dead body. Tears streamed down her face as the glow of fire began to light the camp outside the tent. It would not be long before the entire tent was engulfed in flames.

“Zvezdana! We must go!”

These were the first words she had heard, and it just so happened that they came from her brother, whom was the last man standing inside the tent other than her. Blood shot eyes averted only momentarily to rest on the man she had believed to be her brother. Even if they shared a tumultuous background, there was no way she would ever believe he would ever understand the pain she felt this very instant.

“Leave me…”

She reached up to Veljorn’s body, pushing the chair aside to allow his body to slump into her lamp. She would much rather die here and now than be seen as the failed Dragon Queen and widow. Everything she had believed in, everything she had ever hoped for, would be ash by morning.
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Postby Alistair » Fri Sep 09, 2016 7:37 pm

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The man called out to his sister as the place had gone to flames and the Jacadons ignited the tent, once erected to seek peace and compromise in the face of war. Everything collapsed around him - heated steam scalded from dragon's breaths and scalded the flesh of men, wavering and fleeing and screaming as their skin ignited on their backs. And here he was - with her - staring from across the burning tent, with but trills to leave before he too would be condemned to die. Leave me . . . she said to him. A great sadness swelled within him.

He did not know the greatest way in which to respond - but she would die if he did not do something. And so, as he stepped away and turned his back to her, he did but one heroic deed. The fire raging toward her, the fire that would surely doom her life as she remained, would disappear into a doorway of blackness that ripped through the wind - though the sound would be concealed by the screams and wails and blaze, and the appearance camouflaged as merely a burning doorway in a valley of flames.

It was likely that she would never notice that he had done this for her - reduced the danger that she would be entrenched within. But he gave her a chance, even if it was merely a few dozen seconds more before the fire consumed her body. He rushed for the horse given to him and rode off alongside Victor, looking back to see his sister grieving over her lost love.

And there it was - for the first time in his life - he had felt true sadness. An empathy so real that it ate at him. He had turned his back on them all, one by one, the people who he could have loved. Zvezdana, Duncan, Andraska, all in his family. And like his sister, they were condemned to anguish in the flames. He could hardly speak. Hardly breathe, his horse galloping in haste as . . . as his tears swelled in his eyes. As the droplets crashed against the ground, and his emotions raged in his heart.

"I don't want to lose her," he mourned as he fled, "she never had a chance to be loved."


(OOC: Continued by Zvezdana in Nothing Left to Lose)
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Negotiations Between Parties [Moderated]

Postby Kingdom » Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:43 am

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Zvezdana

Knowledge:

Cassander: Fooled you
Politic: War Negotiations
Leadership: Looking the part
Leadership: Confidence is half the battle
Elyna: Pregnant
Elyna: Killed your husband
Elyna: Meek and quiet
Alistair: Uses Magic
Veljorn: Wants Elyna to marry Marcus
Tactics: Juice instead of wine
Tactics: Never trust a man in a mask
Cassander: Believes you to be starry-eyed and unreasonable
Alistair: Betrayed you
Cassander: Had Lazuli tortured
Lazuli: Kind
Lazuli: Loved by many
Banner: House Krome
Banner: House Burhan
Banner: House Endor
Cassander: The Boy King
Cassander: Posed as a slave
Cassander: Courageous
Cassander: Well-spoken for a boy
Cassander: Sixteen arcs old
Cassander: Killed Queen Freya
Cassander: Cares about the people of Rynmere
Cassander: The Rightful King of Rynmere
Cassander: Won't stoop to insults
Cassander: Knows his heritage well
Cassander: Held Faith's hand
Cassander: Wears a black crown
Cassander: A tactical man
Cyrene Venora: One of the Sacred Seven
Dragon: Jadacons
David Krome: Emperor of Rynmere
David Krome: Loyal to the King
Emerson Sands: Empress of Rynmere
Emerson Sands: The most loved woman in Rynmere
Emerson Sands: Keeps snakes
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to look at her
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to touch her
Emerson Sands: Wears a black veil over her face
Fredrick Gawyne: Baron of Gawyne
Jacadon: Massive wingspan
Jacadon: Breath hot steamed known as White Fire
Jacadon: Can carry two people
Jacadon: Dangerous and unpredictable
Komodo Enthor: War Lord
Marcus Krome: One of Veljorn's commanders
Veljorn Burhan: The Dragon King
Veljorn Burhan: Killed by Elyna Burhan
Veljorn Burhan: Threw a goblet at the king
Veljorn: Elyna's uncle
Victor Warrick: Second son of House Warrick
Yoreth Blackwood: One of Veljorn's commanders
Yoreth Blackwood: Believes Cassander to be a coward
Yoreth Blackwood: Escaped with Marcus Krome


Loot: Veljorn’s Black-Plate Armor
Injuries: n/a
Fame: -10

Story: 9/10
Enthralled by your posts, extra effort points for you!
Collaboration: 5/5
You did good.
Structure: 3/5
Posts could do with a proofread. Repeated words, wrong words, doubled up words.

Elyna

Knowledge:

Politic: War Negotiations
Veljorn: Acts on your father’s behalf
Veljorn: The Dictator
Politics: Know when to remain quiet
Faith: Would risk her life for you
Veljorn: Just like your father
This Is The Truth: Smuggling weapons
Tactics: Using an immortal blessing to your advantage
Mount: How to take off on a Jacadon
Intimidation: Blade held to throat
Yoreth Blackwood: Knows you well
Elyna: Dragon rider!
Banner: House Krome
Banner: House Burhan
Banner: House Endor
Cassander: The Boy King
Cassander: Posed as a slave
Cassander: Courageous
Cassander: Well-spoken for a boy
Cassander: Sixteen arcs old
Cassander: Killed Queen Freya
Cassander: Cares about the people of Rynmere
Cassander: The Rightful King of Rynmere
Cassander: Won't stoop to insults
Cassander: Knows his heritage well
Cassander: Held Faith's hand
Cassander: Wears a black crown
Cassander: A tactical man
Cyrene Venora: One of the Sacred Seven
Dragon: Jadacons
David Krome: Emperor of Rynmere
David Krome: Loyal to the King
Emerson Sands: Empress of Rynmere
Emerson Sands: The most loved woman in Rynmere
Emerson Sands: Keeps snakes
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to look at her
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to touch her
Emerson Sands: Wears a black veil over her face
Fredrick Gawyne: Baron of Gawyne
Jacadon: Massive wingspan
Jacadon: Breath hot steamed known as White Fire
Jacadon: Can carry two people
Jacadon: Dangerous and unpredictable
Komodo Enthor: War Lord
Marcus Krome: One of Veljorn's commanders
Veljorn Burhan: The Dragon King
Veljorn Burhan: Killed by Elyna Burhan
Veljorn Burhan: Threw a goblet at the king
Veljorn: Elyna's uncle
Victor Warrick: Second son of House Warrick
Yoreth Blackwood: One of Veljorn's commanders
Yoreth Blackwood: Believes Cassander to be a coward
Yoreth Blackwood: Escaped with Marcus Krome


Loot: n/a
Injuries: n/a
Fame: +10

Story: 8/10
I didn’t give you much to work with, but you made some beautiful contributions all the same.
Collaboration: 5/5
Top marks!
Structure: 5/5
Nothing major, the odd wrong word.

Faith

Knowledge:

Politic: War Negotiations
Elyna: A backbone of steel
Elyna: Saved you
Elyna: Knows how to fly a dragon
Cassander: Held your hand
Cassander: Knows nothing about being a slave
Tactics: Plan ahead when you sense danger
Faith: Dragon rider!
Banner: House Krome
Banner: House Burhan
Banner: House Endor
Cassander: The Boy King
Cassander: Posed as a slave
Cassander: Courageous
Cassander: Well-spoken for a boy
Cassander: Sixteen arcs old
Cassander: Killed Queen Freya
Cassander: Cares about the people of Rynmere
Cassander: The Rightful King of Rynmere
Cassander: Won't stoop to insults
Cassander: Knows his heritage well
Cassander: Wears a black crown
Cassander: A tactical man
Cyrene Venora: One of the Sacred Seven
Dragon: Jadacons
David Krome: Emperor of Rynmere
David Krome: Loyal to the King
Emerson Sands: Empress of Rynmere
Emerson Sands: The most loved woman in Rynmere
Emerson Sands: Keeps snakes
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to look at her
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to touch her
Emerson Sands: Wears a black veil over her face
Fredrick Gawyne: Baron of Gawyne
Jacadon: Massive wingspan
Jacadon: Breath hot steamed known as White Fire
Jacadon: Can carry two people
Jacadon: Dangerous and unpredictable
Komodo Enthor: War Lord
Marcus Krome: One of Veljorn's commanders
Veljorn Burhan: The Dragon King
Veljorn Burhan: Killed by Elyna Burhan
Veljorn Burhan: Threw a goblet at the king
Veljorn: Elyna's uncle
Victor Warrick: Second son of House Warrick
Yoreth Blackwood: One of Veljorn's commanders
Yoreth Blackwood: Believes Cassander to be a coward
Yoreth Blackwood: Escaped with Marcus Krome


Loot: n/a
Injuries: n/a
Fame: +5

Story: 7/10
I didn’t give you much to work with, but your replies were so fun. Some great laugh out loud moments.
Collaboration: 5/5
Loved it!
Structure: 4/5
Some things to work on like random full stops half way through a sentence.

Example:

“She bowed to him, dropping a rather surprised curtsy, but she did not speak of course. Because important things were happening here and the young woman was rather pleased to say that she was almost keeping up with some of it” (just some restructuring and double proofreading //out loud// for sense)

Alistair

Knowledge:

Zvezdana: Feels betrayed by you
Politic: War Negotiations
Zvezdana: Will insult anyone
Zvezdana: Found true love
Victor Warrick: Saved your life
Banner: House Krome
Banner: House Burhan
Banner: House Endor
Cassander: The Boy King
Cassander: Posed as a slave
Cassander: Courageous
Cassander: Well-spoken for a boy
Cassander: Sixteen arcs old
Cassander: Killed Queen Freya
Cassander: Cares about the people of Rynmere
Cassander: The Rightful King of Rynmere
Cassander: Won't stoop to insults
Cassander: Knows his heritage well
Cassander: Held Faith's hand
Cassander: Wears a black crown
Cassander: A tactical man
Cyrene Venora: One of the Sacred Seven
Dragon: Jadacons
David Krome: Emperor of Rynmere
David Krome: Loyal to the King
Emerson Sands: Empress of Rynmere
Emerson Sands: The most loved woman in Rynmere
Emerson Sands: Keeps snakes
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to look at her
Emerson Snads: Men aren't allowed to touch her
Emerson Sands: Wears a black veil over her face
Fredrick Gawyne: Baron of Gawyne
Jacadon: Massive wingspan
Jacadon: Breath hot steamed known as White Fire
Jacadon: Can carry two people
Jacadon: Dangerous and unpredictable
Komodo Enthor: War Lord
Marcus Krome: One of Veljorn's commanders
Veljorn Burhan: The Dragon King
Veljorn Burhan: Killed by Elyna Burhan
Veljorn Burhan: Threw a goblet at the king
Veljorn: Elyna's uncle
Victor Warrick: Second son of House Warrick
Yoreth Blackwood: One of Veljorn's commanders
Yoreth Blackwood: Believes Cassander to be a coward
Yoreth Blackwood: Escaped with Marcus Krome
Rupturing: Transferring Dangers Elsewhere


Loot: n/a
Injuries: n/a
Fame: +5

Story: 7/10
Didn’t give you much to work with, but you kicked ass anyway.
Collaboration: 5/5
Thanks for joining us!
Structure: 5/5
Nothing major.

Comment: I don’t know about you four, but I had a lot of fun, so thank you very much! If there were some knowledges you would like that I have missed, feel free to PM me.
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