Three Kingdoms RP

{Attn: Open}

Silvi sits by the fire with her blanket wrapped around her. She looks out the window watching the snow fall down delicately. She loves this time of day, the manor quiets down and she can sit back and enjoy a cup of tea. There is a book in her lap and a lamp on the table beside her. She is not interested in it though. She has two girls out currently both escorting different gentlemen. They are frequently customers of hers, but still she worries. Ever since that day so long ago when one of her girls were murdered as she slept. So now she sits and waits until they are all home.

She takes another sip of her tea and curls up in her blanket more. She knows what the other people say about her and her business. When it comes down it though she is providing a service. She treats her girls with the respect and care they don’t get at other places. She provides them with room and board, frequent health exams, and clothes them in the finest fashions. Better than letting rot on the streets and in accordance with the laws.

She sets her cup down and picks up her book. The chimes sound on the large grandfather clock. One more hour to go before the girls are expected home. Good, she is getting tired.

[ATTN: OPEN, In Aandrin]

His biggest role, for sure. Only in Aandrin could they produce such wonder and magic on the majesty of the frigate, The Valas. Troupes across the world were performing on the biggest stage on the seas (not to mention the only stage on the seas), and the soiree was just getting started. Roar after roar of applause matched the waves of the sea rocking the boat ever so slightly, lulling the boat side to side. Currently, there was a swashbuckling tale of high-seas pursuits and ill-gained treasure being swindled by pirates from the unsuspecting merchants... of course, since the bad guys always lose, Damien could only expect to fail at his piracy. All for the art, he supposed. The excitement mounted and mounted as Damien stood, ready to make his grand entrance by swinging onto the stage.

You never get anywhere with mediocre. His maxim repeats itself in his head, continuing to pump out adrenalin for his next performance. And then... it begins. Grabbing the rope, he swoops down onto the top deck with grace and style, landing on the upper deck with a roll to his feet and up to his two-inch curbstomping boots. He gives a commanding stance in his captain's jacket, tied tightly around his waist and a pure-white poofy dress to go with the azure jacket. A captain's hat was tilted on top of his head, in the way a woman would wear a beret.

With a scowl, he puts on his angriest face and softly growls. "This be commandeered now by the Queen of Hurricanes, one of her VAST FLEET. Bow now and I shall spare ye from the drink!" His monologue continued with the confusedly high pitch of his voice and the ferocity of his performance, one of a pure scalawag and one only reproduced by the most seaworthy of captains. A challenger pops up to his feet, and they engage in a duel, one he is sequenced to lose as he fake-jumps down into the drink, screaming as he falls. "CURSEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!"

Another long bout of applause came for that scene alone, either signs of an easy crowd or a very good night of performances. Either way, Damien was satisfied, as he swam back to the deck, drying off.

[Attn: Open, RS]

If only the day had remained as upbeat and invigorating as this morning.... I woke up and first thing after a light breakfast, father and I spar a few rounds. Well I lost them all, gained some more bruises... which any ordinary Inlantrian woman would be horrified at marring their priceless skin... Not Kintrisk.

She was idly rubbing a finger along one of the minor bruises on her arm before picking up the mug in front of her and miming taking a drink. I've been tailing you for over an hour, and so far you've lost twelve rounds of cards, won three of them, have bought rounds twice for the men your playing against, and done nothing even remotely suspicious. This day was just getting worse and worse. So far nothing had panned out on the leads she'd been given, two of their contacts had given misleading information.... again. They might as well be cut off and their pay held till they turned up something useful.

"Another Card..." she answered in a deep and utterly masculine voice. When the dealer slid the card in front of her, she extends a hand that appears nothing like her own. To those around her, she appeared to be Borthos, a rather poor thatcher, whom on occasion could spar a coin or two for a round of cards... Right now Kintrisk had drawn a five... Which meant she had lost again. She had absolutely no matching cards.

Tossing "his" cards back to the dealer with a flick of his wrist she swore rather loudly as was his fashion, "Luck be cursed, you've cleaned me out you bastards!" the illusion of Borthos grinned ever so slightly. This time she actually did take a drink of the mug in front of her. "I'm an unlucky man. Not only have I lost my purse to you sorry bastards, but now I gotta head home to an angry wife.... Best get it over with." Kintrisk rose and staggered out the door.

Passing a carriage she drops the illusion and resumes her normal visage. The illusion evaporating like fog and rolling off her like water from a bath. Kintrisk relaxed and walked the market, soon having ample space to stroll as she wished. Many could recognize her by her appearance alone.

Placing a hand on the purse at her side, she both protects and tries to appraise the coins left to her... She should still have enough, she'd only blown some lesser coin at cards... Perhaps she should ask for a raise in her allowance...the thought was funny, almost childish. The moment passed however, and it was back to business. Slipping out another paper, she sighs. Striding off, she goes to see a man about a - horse.

[ATTN: Riven Saint, Kintrisk]

Mica steps out from the alleyway, the guard no longer on her trail. That was annoying, avoiding the fool for finding her to be an intruder..though, who could blame him? She didn't exactly fit in at this point. Her very presence is quite unnatural and could leave even the most willful feeling uneasy around her on mere instinct alone.

The shrine is in the distance, but she can see the target leaving--and is quite relieved to see this. Perhaps he will be bumping into his assistant at some point. If she can get to them both at the same time, it will make her job much simpler.

With that, she whispers something under her breath as her eyes close as the magic circle envelops her body before the shadows follow--and she vanishes. Using the shadows as her blanket, the follows the intimidating looking warrior--and he is as scary as the reports told her he would be. She hopes not to piss him off, this time around.

[ATTN: Silvi]

Allan's heart caught as he sees his lady sitting out by the fire. As radiant as ever, maybe even more so at this time of night, staying up waiting for her girls. A heart as beautiful as her face. He watched for a moment, hiding as he does in the doorway to the kitchens, before he darts back into the kitchen.

Surely the lady was hungry, staying up this late at night. He seizes on the idea quickly. The kitchen was mostly empty this time of night; his father had turned in not long before, and it was only him and Silvi - Silvi the raven, not Silvi the goddess, that is - standing guard.

He walked back to the masterpiece he'd made earlier - a cheesecake, one he'd made only a few hours before, still fresh, and cut out a slice, shooing Silvi away before he brought the slice out to his lady by the fire.

"My lady," he said, bowing as he approached her. "You are up late again. Perhaps you would like some cheesecake? And some company?" A light, hopeful smile danced across his lips as he straightened up.

[Attn: Open]

Holly spent her day ridiculously bored, swinging around a small village and pickpocketing passersby. It was a slow day. Mum was off "brokering a deal" whilst she was made to wade around. She thought she'd have a bit of fun in town instead of sitting around on the ship. My, oh my, was she dead wrong. "There's got to be something fun t'do around this blamed lit'le town," she mutters to herself.

{Attn: Allan}

Silvi watches Allan approach. The young man offers her a slice of cheesecake. “Thank you young man, now you best be off to bed. Don’t you have to be up early for breakfast? It will be a busy night tomorrow, the first day of Court. I am expected to be at the ball tomorrow. Who knows there may be someone worthy of my attention? I doubt it though, most say my standards are too high, but I disagree with that sentiment.”

She takes a bite of the cheesecake. Her eyes open widely. “Wow this is delicious, thank you Allan. It won’t be too much longer before they return. Go on and head to bed.”

[ATTN: Open]

He swam back up onto deck, his hat still placed well on his head as he smiles. Success always came at a price, and today, it was his ear being filled with watery gunk. He tries to get the water out of his ear, but cannot, and sighs as he returns onto the ship, expertly sneaking back into the back of the ship. A hefty man greeted him warmly, with a dark voice as rich as silk. "Oi, Damien, nice work out there."

Damien shot the man a glance, and smiled. "I do prefer Queen of Hurricanes as of now, but I do thank you for your congratulations." Characters were so much easier to play than the real Damien, he finds. Partly because the real Damien is so danged hard to play. Partly because characters were so much fun. A slight rose spread across his cheeks as he shook hands with the man and sat next to the clothes he wore when he got here... and stuffed them in the trunk. Screw ordinary clothes.

[Attn: Truth's Eye, Mysterious stalker?]

''What's your status Kin ? Found anything ?....'' her Master's voice suddenly enters into her otherwise declining day, but it seemed to be ready to improve.

Kintrisk turns around and shakes her head. "Nothing of import, Master. I was however about to pay this man for the horse you borrowed nearly a month ago... on your authority." It was normally her responsibility to try and reimburse such things... her Master sometimes over looked these matters. She supposed it was to be expected from someone with that kind of power.

His hand darted down onto the handle of his sword, ''Whoever you are... Show yourself for it is not wise to try on sneaking on the Riven Saint. ''

Kin turned to the side, giving her a solid view behind her master's back, and a minor one in the direction of the threat. 'Just my luck, tailed and ambushed, my day might just be getting better. She already had her dagger in her hand, ready to return the unwieldy thing back into her Greatsword, it's normal form.

[ATTN: Riven Saint, Kintrisk]

Mica steps out into the alleyway, the shadows falling away quickly. Her jet, black hair, hazel almond eyes, and pale skin marks that she is probably either Aandrin or Brynom born, more likely that of Aandrin, due to the black hair. Her hands are at her side, bearing no weapons, and she does not take a threatening pose.

"As observant as ever, Truth's Eye." Mica says quietly, "Or perhaps you are only The Riven Saint, right now? I do apologize for my stealth, but when delicate matters are at hand, it is best to catch one alone and away from those that would hear things they aren't meant to hear. Surely a man of your stature would understand that?"

Here I am, speaking so calmly, Mica thinks, There is no fire, no screaming. The land is alive. Where I should be, the beast is conquering the resistance, taking us out tens by tens and I am here, talking calmly as they die and their blood spills to keep me here.

The memories flash through her mind, like of that time when the young child had clung to her blood soaked torso, crying into that red shirt as she tried not to look at it as it burned the only place that she had ever known as home to the ground, leaving naught but a scorched ground.

[ATTN: Silvi]

Allan only smiled. A lesser man might have been jealous, of the thought of those at the ball approaching his lady, but he knew in her heart she was his. It's simply that it isn't proper. A lady of her status couldn't elope with a cook's assistant, but oh, how he would change for her...

He shook his head. "I will stand watch with you, lady," he said confidently. "But thank you for your concern. I'm not tired, and no one should have to stay up alone." Least of all you.

[Attn: Master, Weirdo Stalker]

Kintrisk looked at her Master trying to merely catch his attention for a second, enough to check if he knew her... However his eyes stayed trained on her like a hawk onto it's prey. That and the soon following dialogue, confirmed that he didn't know her... or if he did, it might not have been entirely a pleasant encounter.

Just great. Kin frowned pensively, was she supposed to finish her errands and let him talk to her? This woman didn't appear to be any of the order's contacts... and Kintrisk tried to memorize them every week or so, as a sort of mental exercise. It also helped to prevent random imposters or getting ambushed by a pretender.

Alright time to evaluate... Kintrisk looked over the woman, You used magic earlier, which I can almost smell still off you. Some people could sense magic differently, Kintrisk for some odd reason could smell magic. The closer the use, it's strength and even the passage of time all effected it, also it's application... sometimes. The only problem with that, was she also had other smells to compete with, and horse's had a strong smell. Not to mention you have weapons... though I doubt you could harm Master with those. The problem was Magic, the Truth's eye was much more than a match for several armed attackers, and though he also had some magic protection... it couldn't be warded to protect against every specific implementation of magic.

Having already maintained an illusion earlier, she wasn't going to be able to summon another and hold it for to terribly long... perhaps a short one might be better. The Goddess is tied to everything, and everything pays her homage. She heeds the smallest, most trivial thing, just as equally as the largest most obnoxious thing. Kintrisk called out the tiny verse of scripture, and used it as inspiration to pay attention to everything around her.

She took in as much detail as possible, slowly extending an illusion, a replica, further and further away from her and towards the woman. The Replica included a copy of herself, just in the place she was. This was always tricky, she couldn't be sure exactly how close she could get to the woman before she noticed. Kintrisk also had to not extend the illusion towards her Master, or he might disrupt the illusion unintentionally...

So Kintrisk started to sweat, her mind weaving every sound and sight into a thought and into an illusion. It was like trying to weave a masterful tapestry on a complex loom, and like that every error might be seen by the observer of the final piece. Some might be ignored, but an error to large would draw attention...

Already she had it out to two feet, enough to move a step, but not quite enough to hide her once she darted to capture this person, to apprehend her. If they where on their side they had nothing to fear, and honestly Kintrisk would like that very much. She and her illusionary doppelganger both lower their guard to a more relaxed state, though still tense.

'By the Saint, don't just blast us. Kin worried, the sweat of anxiety and strain beeding faster. She wouldn't have time to drop the illusion and bring up any defense, not even be able to enlarge her sword.

Just keep her talking, please oh please just keep talking.

[ATTN: Kintrisk, Riven Saint]

Mica hesitates, at first, unsure of how to say what needs to be said. She came here to do this, came here to warn them...but now, she is unsure how to do this. For a brief moment, she wonders if she can do this. Is this the right thing to do? Can she make a difference?

"I would like to have a discussion with you and Kintrisk...somewhere more private." She says, revealing her knowledge of the girl's name, "It is over a dire situation that threatens more than just the True One."

[Attn: Master, psychopath stalker T.T ]

"I would like to have a discussion with you and Kintrisk...somewhere more private." The woman said.

That's not a good revelation the thought drawn out slowly in concerned contemplation, Kintrisk was positively sure, she hadn't met this woman... no most definitely not.

The woman kept on talking, "It is over a dire situation that threatens more than just the True One." This revelation apparently rated so high as to peak her Master's curiosity, he signaled for her to stop her magic.

Are you serious? Kintrisk looked at her Master in slight annoyance. Just because she mentions the True One, you have to hear her out? What if it's a trap? Do you have any idea how difficult this spell is to use?!

There was no doubt that her face, must have seemed aggravated, her Master looked at her more seriously before responding to the woman. Again that hand signal. Fine, Yes Master. Kintrisk began retracting her illusion, trying to keep the woman from noticing. The task only as lightened as trying to empty a nearly full bucket with a slightly larger spoon... Kin sure didn't want to give this trick away to the woman, just in case she needed it in the future.

''Fine, we'll hear you out.'' Sure he had a slight bored tone, but if she was sincere then he was going to enjoy himself later.

Kintrisk was about to open her mouth and ask to have a moment to settle the matter with the horse-merchant, but she shut her mouth. To long the habit of obedience had been her bread and water in this world, besides he wouldn't take to her disturbing his image for something so unimportant. The world saw the Truth's Eye as an enforcer, and maintaining that image was also part of his and her honor.

''Follow me and don't do anything funny or I won't guaranty your safety.'' Kintrisk waited for the woman to follow after her Master and walk after her, outside of 'knife' range... only her knife wasn't really a knife. The sword would reach, aplenty. They walked only a short time, not terribly far, and only a degree more private.

His eyes searched around the pond, though no wives or children were about at this hour. They had long gone, to attend to dinner and their homes. Kintrisk had questions for this woman, but in this type of situation, she should defer to the Eye. So she waited, curious but wary of this woman who had so mysteriously entered their lives...

When the Eye appeared sure that no one was going to intrude, he addressed the woman. ''So tell me who or what is going to threaten the True One and also, who might you be ?'' As long as the woman was busy, it would allow Kintrisk time to rest, for the tension of magic usage to lessen as it recovered.

Open

Christa is walking through the snow as the wind blows through her hair. D*mn man, should have paid for her services. He wouldn’t be laying there dead in the snow now would he? She used the snow to help clean her Katana. She then put it back on her side where she kept it and walked away from the grisly scene behind her.

She was a freelance bodyguard and there was no room for errors. It was her way or no way. If you didn’t pay it was all the same. She told them the fee’s for her services up front. If they chose to go back on their words that was their problem. She signed the contract with them and if they didn’t pay too bad for them. She never went back on her word.

[ATTN: Riven Saint, Kintrisk]

As they reach a more private area, Mica sighs. No matter what she says, they won't believe her. No sane person should. However, knowing what her priorities are, she simply cannot fail, so she will have to say and do whatever is necessary.

"I am Mica." She says, introducing herself, "I am here to contact the both of you to warn you of something that will come to pass. There are certain magics that allow some to see glimpses into the future, as I'm sure you know.

Something will come to pass that will endanger the lives of many, possibly causing a thousand deaths and much more--severe damage to the land. Sources tell me that you two are some of which can make a difference and reduce the loss of many.

I am not asking you to believe me or to even have faith--merely to take these and to remember this symbol--so that you may avoid it at all costs and know it for the evil that it is."

As she says this last, she holds out two black pearls, as well as a white sheet of paper. The paper has a symbol drawn upon it, a twisted form of an hourglass with pointed ends, sand falling into the center from both ends. She is ready to say more, but she halts, her eyes switching to that of alert fear--they are being watched. Somewhere, somehow.

Dread fills her stomach, her body suddenly shaking as she feels the tug of magic in the air...and suddenly, the urge to kill herself. It's here, already! The first calling! She thinks frantically, now realizing that she may be too late. All she can think of, now, is to end the pain--the sorrow. All of the loss she has survived, the land incarnate.

The memories flash into her mind, the blood and gore as the beast would feast upon her family and friends. Her only partner to survive for five years of battling the thing--killed in a mere second, a blade in his back by that traitor that she still hunts. Tears stream down her face as she raises the blade to her throat, ready to end it all and unable to fight against the magical despair coursing through her heart.


[ATTN: ALL OTHERS]

((OOC: Whatever you are doing at this very moment, you will feel a sense of dread--and like you are being watched. THen, you will be magically coerced to kill yourself. You must try to have some sort of depressing memories, perhaps, and then to post your character overcoming that desire to end their life. So don't give in and live!!))

{Attn: Allan, Open}

“Just as long as you can work in the morning, you can do whatever you please in your free time. I better not hear from anyone that you are slacking though.” Silvi looks at the fire and suddenly feels a sense of sadness. She rises from her chair, the blankets falling revealing her silken robe, and looks behind her. She has this inexplicable nagging feeling that someone is watching her. She looks back at the fire and remembers the day she’s been trying to forget for so long. The day her nanny was forced to leave. Tears begin to roll down her face. How dare he just throw her out? All she was doing was trying to teach Silvi to defend herself.

Silvi looks at the sword display above the mantle. The sword is as deadly as it is beautiful, it was a gift from her nanny. She never seen her nanny since that day her father heartlessly tossed her out. It was all her fault. Silvi takes the sword off the rack and holds it. She should just kill herself. Her naysayers will be happy. Her brothers will be happy. They hated when she was given the estate, not to mention what she did with it. She is a disgrace to the Rodundra name. Slowly her arms begin to rise. Just a slight puncture in the jugular is all that is needed. She will be dead before anyone even Allan could help her.

The sword makes it to her neck, the blade barely touching it. She blinks what about all her servants, her girls? What would happen to them if she killed herself? Her brother will definitely send them away. No, she can’t do this. There is too much to live for. Her brothers would be lost. Yes they don’t like the fact that she got the estate, but they are still family. The court will be even more boring without her. She drops the sword and hears it clatter on the ground. She collapses back into the chair. What just happened?

[Attn: Master, Nutcase Stalker, Self-Suicide -.- ]


"I am Mica." the Woman says, introducing herself, "I am here to contact the both of you to warn you of something that will come to pass. There are certain magics that allow some to see glimpses into the future, as I'm sure you know. -"

Well that certainly is true, but Seer's tend to be insane... it was a field of magic that she completely avoided, though according to her Master it once ran in her family's bloodline. A chilling thought, No worries though, I'll never attempt it.

"- Something will come to pass that will endanger the lives of many, possibly causing a thousand deaths and much more--severe damage to the land. Sources tell me that you two are some of which can make a difference and reduce the loss of many.

I am not asking you to believe me or to even have faith--merely to take these and to remember this symbol--so that you may avoid it at all costs and know it for the evil that it is."

When the woman extended out the pearls and the paper, Kintrisk reached around. "I'll take those." she said as she assumed possession of the items. The paper could have a spell scrawled on it. I'm not sure if Master's armor would protect or possibly active any magic in these, gifts Best to be careful, they also would have to check with the True One in any case.

How could I handle the thought of abandoning my post, to chase after some Seer's mad delusions? Could it be that my faith has wavered? She began thinking back to earlier today... all the time wasted. Failing in learning anything important. It wasn't the first time she hadn't been helpful to her Master.

Come to think on it, I'm such an outcast, such a freak. all those fake smiles and honors she enjoyed... fake. Every time she had to attend a function, people had to fake polite airs around her. She didn't have any of her personal history drawn on her skin... her hair was long. Her only excuse she could think of, was she had to maintain it for infiltrating Brinenum... but it probably was only an excuse to brand her as even more of a freak, an outcast.

She was supposed to be some great trained mage slayer, but in truth... mos tof those kills had never truly pitted her against them, spell to spell. No. Most of her kills had been taken unaware, or taken by surprise. In truth it stained her, what pride could she have in herself?

Even when this magi had appeared, she had resorted to trickery... Even her strength, was false, a lie made impressive with the lies of magic. Magic, the greatest maker of lies and cheating, given to the select few... they too made into freaks. It was just to much....

And so she placed her knife over her chest, over the place that was her heart. I need to hold it like this, so it will slide between the ribs, right to my heart... like all those others.

With tears starting to well up in the corner of her eyes, her shaking hand tensed as it pulled the knife forward, to end her pathetic excuse of a life.