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Jack Dandy

"And THAT is how it is done, heh."

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a character in “A Dance With Darkness”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

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{ Q U O T E }

"Who are you? Are you Nobody too? "
-Emily Dickinson.


{ T H E M E S }

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Name:Unknown
Title/or Moniker: Jack Dandy
Gender:Male
Age:16
Species:Simian Animorph
Class/Occupation:Pit Fighter
Description:.Jack is a handsome young man with a long dark hair, usually adorn with feathers of varying colors, deep grey eyes and pale skin. He is tall, with a developing athletic build, making him look slightly older then he is. He wears markings on his face that he puts there himself, usually varying with his mood.




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Likes:
Fighting
Women
Performing
Dislikes:
Losing himself to"The Monster"
Morgana La Fey
Strengths:
Melee combat
Instruments
Charm
Street Smarts
Archery
Acrobatics
Weaknesses:
Memory loss
Personality:.
One might look at Jack Dandy and see a egotistical, rough around the edges tough guy with a bad temper, One would be right.
Having been forced to fight as a child for entertainment, Jack loves to make himself the center of attention to set himself apart from the crowd, merely out of habit.
Cunning and Clever, he often finds ways to make things work out in his favor, but at the same time, he can use those skills for others. Always the charmer, Jack has a way with women, even if they don't see it. He is charismatic in a devilish way that makes it hard for most girls to ignore. He, in no way, disrespects women, he just charms his way into their hearts just to get what he wants, which despite his attitude, is just attention.

He can be however, very sweet and protective, especially of women and younger children.
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Land/Kingdom:Anansai
History:.

So begins...

Jack Dandy's Story

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Jack Dandy sat on the floor of his cell. His match long since over and he didn't expect one for the rest of the day. He was beaten and bloody, but he'll live.

Just another day in the Pits.

People came, people died, same ol' same ol. Although, Jack had to admit. His new cell mate was interesting in that he didn't say much. Jack had been showing him the ropes as best he could. He was new. Very new, two weeks ago, he was dropped in his cell unconscious. Jack thought he was dead he was so out of it. The man tried to kill him, but it didn't bother Jack.

"Save it for the matches, Mate." was Jack's response. He knew the ends of out of the pits. He was born and raised here and Jon, he had kind eyes. Jack liked people he was fascinated by him, and people liked Jack, and Even the Great Khal Jinn seemed not to be bothered by him. He could elicit a few friendly grunts from him, and Jack figured since he wasn't dead, he liked him at least a little.

"Is it that you actually practice brooding?" Jack said, breaking Jon from his thoughts. "I always wondered, I mean you do this like all the time....I figured your practicing it." He said with a smack to Jon's sandled foot and a laugh. That was a hilarious thing, apparently, Jon was Northern didn't seem to understand the point of one and him trying to figure that out was a sight to see.
Jack looked up at him, one eyes swollen from his match. "You've yet to tell me her name..." He said. "The woman you're thinking about." He said, imagining what it would be like, living on the outside. All Jack knew was this place. the women would kill you much faster then kiss you, and even then, they'd only do it to kill you. Except in the case of his parents. They found love here, some how, they tried to get out once, they'd even got him out, but they died for it. He was too small to know what to do. All he could remember was a pretty girl, with a head of curls.

"Was she pretty?" He asked, "I meant a woman once, when I was small. She was pretty, and kind and had curly hair. I remember pulling one a curl once, I had to be like 6...it sprung right back in place." He said with a chuckle more to himself, remembering how mesmerizing it was to play with her curls as she told him a story.

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Jon sat up with a tired chuckle. Jack Dandy, the boy he'd tried to kill his first day in the pits, the boy who was his only friend here. Jack had taught Jon much about the goings on in the pits. He told him how things were run, who to avoid and who to challenge. He told him what days to eat the slop the cook lathered in your mess pan and what days to settle with the crusty bread and be content with that. Jon figured he'd well be dead by now were it not for Jack though he doubted the young man saw it that way. He liked to tease Jon for his sullen attitude, he reminded him of Robb in that way or even Arya who constantly tried to draw him out of his solitude. Jon sat up in his cot, allowing his feet to drop to the floor as Jack casually lounged on the floor, his back resting against the rail of the cot.

"You've yet to tell me her name... The woman you're thinking about."

Jack said suddenly. His words brought Dae back to the forefront of his mind though in truth, she was rarely far from his thoughts.

"Was she pretty?"

He asked.

"I meant a woman once, when I was small. She was pretty, and kind and had curly hair. I remember pulling one a curl once, I had to be like 6...it sprung right back in place."
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Jon found himself smiled softly as his mind pictured her.

"You know something she has curls too, a whole head of them. I've got a bad habit of playing at them when she's not looking."

He said with a chuckle, seeing Dae's feigned indignation at catching him in the act.

"Her name is Dae, Dae Missan...Well Dae Missan-Stark now. We were married. Spent a whole two weeks together before I found myself here. Most days Jack... she's all that keeps me going... when I'm not practicing brooding."

"Stark! You're up!"

Came the shout of the guard. Jon turned to see one of the pit guards gesture toward the door with his cudgle as two more men arrived to let Jon out. He sighed, running his fingers through his ebony locks as he got to his feet. He took no more than a step before a titan loomed before him. Khal Jinn was massive, thick with rippling muscle and often sporting blue stripes of war paint. The big man looked down at him. His mysterious gaze always seemed so hidden, like the eyes of some predator.

"Fichas jahakes moon."

The big Dothraki said in his guttural native tongue. Jon just stared at him in confusion.

"I... I don't speak Dothraki."

Wether Khal Jinn undestood Jon or not he made no notion of it, merely walking off to his own cell without another word. Jon shot a confused look at Jack before heading out into the sun of the day to face his opponent.



*Fichas jahakes moon. - Get him. (Take his braid.) Used when encouraging fellow fighters.

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"You know something she has curls too, a whole head of them. I've got a bad habit of playing at them when she's not looking."

Jack smirked. His lady had curls too. That was cool. He wondered then what happened to the woman he'd met that day. He never even knew her name, or if he did. He forgot. He hoped it was the former. She was too kind to forget.

"Her name is Dae, Dae Missan...Well Dae Missan-Stark now. We were married. Spent a whole two weeks together before I found myself here. Most days Jack... she's all that keeps me going... when I'm not practicing brooding." He said and Jack laughed and was about say that he knew he practiced but his words were stopped in his throat.

"Stark! You're up!"

Jack took a breath. It was odd. he never felt fear when his own math was up, but when Jon's came up, he felt his nerves in his legs. He really liked Jon. He wasn't sure he'd be okay if Jon were to die like the rest of them and now, knowing he had a wife back home. He hoped he could get to see her again. Or at least live long enough that he could talk about her more.

Jack looked up and watched Jon walked out. He took a breath for him, but it was caught when Khal Jinn loomed over his friend.

the giant spoke and Jon looked back at him, wondering what that meant. He said that to him a few times before.

"I think he wants you to win?" Jack offered, but he couldn't be sure, he didn't speak Dothraki, even though he tried to matched Khal's words with his actions but the man didn't do much be eat, and kill so there wasn't much to work with.

Jack slipped to the corner of his cell. He wouldn't be able to see the whole match from here, unless they crossed in front of the doorway.

He looked over to see Khal's across from theirs and he gave him an excitable grin, before turning to see what he could of Jon's bout.

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The gate opened and Jon stepped out into the arena, it was raining, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the heat. Were it colder it would have been snow, but there was no snow here, not ever. He wasn't in The North anymore when the clouds open up and loosed their frosty payload. Here there was rain or there was sun, there was no in between. The noise in the arena was deafening as the crowds cheered for the match while Jon made his approach. He moved slowly, each step bringing him closer to the tempation of death. He remembered his first bout, how loud it was, how confusing he found it. He tried to refuse to fight, that way was taken from with a single swing of a sword. As he fought he struggled to keep the crowd out of his head, their cheering and clapping echoing off the insides of his skull. Now he was accustomed to it, their cheers for a good fight and their hisses after a dissapointment. He knew he wasn't a crowd favorite, they booed him more than not, not becuase he was a poor fighter but because he wasn't a blood thirsty one. Though this match was shaping up to give the crowd just what they wanted as Jon stared at the three men he was matched against.

Each man a head taller than Jon himself, thick with muscle and broad of chest. They threw brutes at him, he wondered who he'd angered to give him this pairing. He had little time to contemplate the match as his opponents advanced. Jon advanced as well, his shortsword in hand. He wished he had Long Claw with him, the large bastard sword made of Valyrian steel would allow him to keep his opponents at length while he cut them down one by one. The much shorter gladius would mean he'd need to get in close and pray he was quick enough.

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The first man came at him with a trident, stabbing for his throat. Jon slapped the weapon away with the flat of his blade before kicking the man square in the gut, forcing him to back pedal. The other came for him, one weilding a mace, the other a sword. Jon had to move fast to keep from having his ribs smashed in or losing a limb. He kept pace with them parrying or evading until he was able to reach out with an attack of his own, all the while the crowd drank in the spectacle. The trident man came for him again, this time lunging at his feet, hoping to skewer his legs or trip him up. Jon stepped on the end of the weapon, driving the tip into the muddy dirt before lashing out with one clean swing of his sword, opening the man's throat. He fell back, gurgling on his own blood.

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Jon was rewarded for the kill with a nasty blow to the back from the mace, dropping him to his knees with a curse of pain. The mace weilder loomed over Jon before kicking him in the teeth, putting him flat on his back. Jon groaned, opening his eyes just in time to see the sword coming for him. Jon rolled and reached out with his sword, acting on instinct alone. His sword tasted flesh, but only just, leaving a shallow gash in one mans calf. Jon was on his feet as the swordsman dove for him, ready to run him through. Jon caught his arm and slammed his elbow into the mans face before ripping the sword from his hands. Jon ducked to avoid a swing to the face from the mace and quickly brought his own sword up in an upward swing, tearing open the mans chest in a gory shower of blood and bone.

Jon turned on the last man, a blade in each hand. The fighter was still on his knees, clutching his face from the elbow he'd recieved. He looked up and his eyes went wide as Jon stood over him in the rain with both blades. He knew death was coming and took a shuddering breath. He hung his head, waiting for the death blow as the crowd worked themselves into a frenzy. Jon crossed the blades in an X over the mans neck, ready to take his head, his blood still pumping hard in his veins. It would have been too easy to end the man there and then. The crowd chanting "KILL! KILL! KILL!" as Jon gripped the pommels of the swords. He looked up, seeing the thirst for death on the faces of the crowd.

Jon Stark tossed the blades in the mud, glared at the crowd and spat on the ground. The entire arena erupted in a chorus of boos and hisses but Jon didn't care, he'd won the day and would see tomorrow, that was enough. He didn't fight for them, he fought for her, so he could see her again and that was all. Jon made his way back to the cells as the crowd cursed his name. He got a few nods of approval from the other fighters. He touched his lip, that had been split from the kick to the face and grumbled but it was his back that was really sore. That blow from the mace would bruise and forbid him much sleep for the next few weeks.

Jon rejoined Jack, rubbing the back of his neck as he winced in pain.

"There were three of them this time... someone doesn't like me."

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Jack watched as best he could of Jon's match. After while, they weren't in range of sight, so Jack just had to sit and hope.

He heard the words "Kill! Kill! Kill!" And then boos shortly there after and he knew Jon won. He wasn't going to make any friends in the crowd that way, but he might with the fighters.

Jon walked back inside, nursing his new set of wounds and Jack smiled.

"There were three of them this time... someone doesn't like me."

"No, no they don't. Theatrics mate, they want entertainment, I told you." Jack said. "That's why there were three. You didn't kill them so those guys might not try to kill you, next time, that being said, they'll try to find others that will. You need to make some friends....Other then me of course." He said and while originally it was just Jack's strategy to stay alive, he really did like Jon, and think of him as a friend.

"Rest up, we're done for tonight." He said, with a nod toward Jon's cot and a yawn of his own.

All was quiet, and night had fallen. Jack had finally gotten off the floor and lay on his own cot, and was sleeping as best he could with his injuries.

Suddenly, there was commotion coming from outside of the cells. He opened his eyes, but didn't sit up, as the guards dragged in a new body, considerably smaller then the most. It was dark so he really couldn't tell.

The guards moved to the cell across of his and Jon's, Khal Jinn's and Jack swallowed. Feeling sorry for the poor bloke that was going to be his cellmate.

They dropped the unconscious body inside the cell and ducked back out. Jack waited a few moments before sitting up. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see in the dark, and his vision cleared.

"By the gods...." He breathed, he stumbled out of his cot, rolling to the floor, before crawling over to Jon's cot.

"J-Jon, Jon, wake up, wake up, something is horribly wrong." He said. "Well, more then normal. " He said, shaking Jon, not to mindful of his injures.

"Sorry, but look." He said, and pointed across the hall.

"That is right...none of this is, but they've had rules so far....this....this isn't okay."

He said, and once Jon was well enough awake, he looked at him.

"That's a woman...." He told him. "Theses are the men's cells, the women have there own..." He said and laying on the floor was a beautiful woman, her hair black as night, almost disappearing on the dark floor, her skin was warm, the color of fresh sand, and it seemed to glow without light. She was dressed in silks, that crossed over her breasts, matches silks around her hips, and stopping after her knees. She had iron bands on her wrists and ankles. This was not right. This woman is going to be killed in here...

"She going to die in here..." Jack said, with wide eyes. "She's in Khal Jinn's cell...." He whispered urgently. "Khal Fucking Jinn."

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Pain.
It was all she could sense at first. Just pain. Every inch of her body ached, her skin felt too tight, her limps felt heavy, breathing hurt.

What happened?

She tried to remember, too weak to do anything else as she was tossed to the floor. Her eyes could only look up. She scoured her memories. She had most of them. SHe remembered her sister, speaking with her, playing with her, brushing her long black hair.

She remembered her friend, with his dashing smile, and wise council. She remembered how home, beautiful and terrible. She was not there now, they were not with her now. She knew not where she was nor why she was there.

She tried to move, but it hurt. Her wrists and ankles were clasped with iron bands.

Lifting her arms was too much to bare.

It was then that she heard it. Movement, just before her. She moved only her eyes to see, having adjusted to the dark.

She was a spider....darkness was where she thrived.

She saw him. A mountainous man, looming over her. Caramel skin, hair pulled back and disappearing behind his back, adorned with vibrant blue markings. Curiosity playing behind his dark eyes.
She waited, for a twitch of violence, but there was none, as he scrutinized her, just curiosity and wonder, while she looked on him with fear and pain. She needed to be able to fight---

"Yer jalan..."

He said, as he crouched down. He was Dothraki? The braid should have been a give away. The Moon? No, she was not the moon, she was a spider...She was Fae.

"Anha vazhak yeraan thirat." He said and she frowned, but couldn't bring herself to start a fight. He said he would let her live, there was no sense in starting a fight now, even though her pride made it hard for her not to. She turned and watched him moved to a cot, and laying down on it.

"F-finne zin anha?"She forced herself to say, as he watched her. She forced herself to rise to a sitting position. She was about to see that she was in a cell then, iron bars closing her in. There was a cell across from her, two males, a man and a boy with markings on his face, looked at her, the boy in horror the man in confusion. She noticed the iron bands on her arms, and understand why she was so weak. Whoever took her wanted her weak but not dead for the iron didn't touch her skin, just kept her from using her magic. She was a captive.

The other two didn't seem to understand what she say so she turned back to the Dothraki,

"Anha zin Tenanye Ananse, Empress ki Anansai, fin hash yer?" She asked, her voice hoarse and weak. She felt as if she'd been screaming. "fin ajjin jin?"


*Where am I
**I am Tenanye Anansai, Empress of Anansai, who are you?
***What is this?

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Jon and Jack watched in awe as Khal Jinn returned to his cot without once touching the woman that was thrown in his cell. He spoke to her, almost tenderly in a laguage Jon did not recognize but could only assume was his native tongue. To his suprise she spoke it as well, effortlessly for all he could tell. Jack and Jon exchanged suprised looks before going back to staring at the mysterious pair in the cell across from them. Jinn sat up in his bed, a look that Jon took for suprise playing across his harsh, foreign features. The big Dothraki almost seemed amused. He touched his chest and the only word Jon picked out was ...Khal Jinn....

"I think he's telling her his name."

Jon said, his voice low and full of curiosity. He watched as they continued speaking, no more words stood out to him but as quickly as it began it was over. Jinn laid back in his bed and closed his eyes, he spoke a final word then was silent, allowing sleep to come to him. His eyes went back to the woman, bound in iron shackles and wearing little more than strips of silk Jon wondered who she was and why she was placed with the most dangerous man in the pits. Even Jinn did not have to wear shackles at all times yet she did.

"I wonder who she is."

He said almost more to himself than Jack as the two men stared. She seemed to be in pain, scared and nervous of her enclosed surroundings. Jon was little different is first day, he felt for her, he knew her fear. She no doubt had family, friends, maybe a husband who now thought her dead as Dae may have thought him. Jon turned from cell to return to his cot. His mind full of memories of Dae, the sound of her voice, the smell of her skin and the feeling of her touch.

"Try and get some sleep Jack..."

Jon said solemly as he turned to the wall, trying to capture the elusive quarry that was sleep.

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Khal Jinn sat up in his cot, suprise tickling his mind. She spoke Dotrhaki, well at that. He looked at the woman, bound in silk and iron with the shadow of a smile on his face. Curiosity teased him now, this midnight haired beauty who shone like the moon and spoke like a Dothraki. Her name was Tenanye and she was an Empress of Anansai. No Dothraki had ever rode their horse through teh fae lands and Jinn was no exception. What he knew of Anansai was only stories but Tenanye was real, flesh and blood right in front of him. The magic of her homeland was the central point of all those stories, Jinn wondered what power she held that could account for her bindings and being placed in his cell. Jinn placed his hand to his chest softly in introduction.

"Athchomar chomakaan. Ahna zin Khal mra Khals, Khal Jinn."

He gestured to the cells that had been his home for many moons and would now serve as Tenanye's.

"Jini mra rekke lajak drivolat."

He said with a measure of dark humour and resignment. Jinn was one of the finest killers living, he had no qualms about that. Tenanye on the other hand was a mystery, she did not have the look of a warrior and in truth Jinn wondered how she would fare in her first blooding. He did not enjoy the thought of her dying on the sands. He leaned back and rested his head on his cot once again, closing his eyes with a tired sigh.

"Remekat, Jalan."

He said to her softly, before sleep took him.





*Athchomar chomakaan. Ahna zin Khal mra Khals, Khal Jinn.- Greeting said to a non-dothraki, directed at one person. (Respect to one that is respectful.) I am the Khal of Khals, Khal Jinn
*Jini mra rekke lajak drivolat- This is where fighters come to die
*Remekat Jalan- Sleep, Moon

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Jack watched on as Khal Jinn spoke to the woman, and she spoke back. Was she Dothraki too? Why was she in chains? Why was she in the men's cell with the most dangerous of all of the fighters? Why did she seem to glow?

Questions wracked Jack's mind. Never before did this happen and he felt the overwhelming need to protect her. In the morning they would be released into the common area for training and breakfast, only she'd be with hundreds of lonely men who haven't seen a woman for more then a few moments at time. She wasn't supposed to be here?

For the first time, in his life, Jack began to question the point of all this. Who brought her here and why did they seem to want her to suffer?

"Try and get some sleep Jack..." Jack turned to see Jon sliding back into his cot, his voice solemn and grey. He was thinking about her again. Jack couldn't be surprised. Jack looked back at the woman with the glow and sighed before climbing into his own cot. He had to look out for her, or she won't make it.

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"Athchomar chomakaan. Ahna zin Khal mra Khals, Khal Jinn." He said and Tenanye gave him a stiff nod. He then gestured the cell around them.

"Jini mra rekke lajak drivolat." He said, with a bit of sarcasm and resentment in his tone. Tenanye sighed. Fighting pits. She'd heard of such things, in places like Meereen, but they'd long since been disbanded as far as she was to understand. She looked down at her arms, the iron shackles keeping her hands and feet about 20 inches apart through the chains and at the moment she was much to weak to break them. Someone wanted her to fight here, the put her in iron chains to be level the playing field. She would have laughed it she were not in so much pain.

"Remekat, Jalan." Tenanye looked up to see the Khal laying back on his cot, his voice soft before he drifted off to sleep. Tenanye sighed and lay back on the cold floor, and was surprised at how easy sleep came to her.


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They were awoken to the sound of banging on the cells. Tenanye sat straight up,hissing like a viper. "Get up, Time to go."

Tenanye hopped to her feet, the pain and weakness was still there but her stamina had returned. She blinked the sun having crept into the cells from the few holes in the stone above them.
"Fin ajjin melikh?" She asked the Khal.

Before he had time to answer, four men came toward her, grabbing her chains and dragging her toward one of two exits.

The boy from across the cell, jumped up.

"Oi! Where are you taking her?!" He asked, grabbing on to the bars. " She's not supposed to be in here? They'll hurt her!" He called out and Tenanye looked at him oddly. He was concerned for her safety? "Quiet you, or we'll make you fight her." said one of them as she was tugged by her chains.

"I will live." was all that she could tell the concerned boy before she was yanked out of his sight and into a large area where men looked at her in awe.

"Train, and Eat, then you'll fight." said one of the guards and then with a shove, they disappeared back in the cells. She noticed how they didn't seem to do this with the others. They just opened the cells for them and they could leave if they want to.

The boy, dashed out, leaving his cell mate behind and rushed up to her.
"Ma'am, ma'am um, I am so sorry this is happening to you, there are woman cells but--"

"Back off, Jack, she dun't want no little boy wet behind the ears." said a man with half of his teeth missing and a glass eye. He sauntered up to her with all the swagger he could muster. "What is a pretty thing like you doing in here?"

"It must be a mistake, how about we go back inside and I'll find a guard to --" The boy, Jack, took a gentle hand to the crook of her elbow, trying to lead her away, but the man cut him off again. "Piss off, boy, she's mine!" He hissed and Tenanye's eye twitched as he took her arm and tried to lead her away. The boy was clearly trying to help, thinking her weak and this man clearly thought her someone that could be claimed. They both would be sadly mistaken. Tenanye, grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off of his feet, and slowly began to crush his throat. She felt a bit of disappointment, if she were at full strength, it wouldn't have taken much effort to shatter his windpipe. Oh well.
"Whoa!" Jack exclaimed, looking back his cellmate who was one of the many that circled them, seeing what Tenanye could or would do.
"I do not belong to anyone." She told the man as he hit the sand, clutching his throat. She could have snapped his neck, but she decided not to, she needed the example.
"Be glad, I chose mercy, If you touch me again....any of you, try touching me, I will forget I know the meaning of the word." She told them, and walked through the crowd, they all given her space, as she approached what looked like food. She turned up her nose.

"I wouldn't eat that." she turned to see the boy back, a little nervous but still concerned.

She smiled at him. He had a sweet heart, she could see that. "I can't imagine I would, and thank you, for your concern of my safety." She said, and graced him with a kiss to his cheek. The boy turned bright red. "Um...Yea--Uh, You're Welcome?" He stammered and spotted her own cellmate across the sand, his expression difficult to read. It was then she noticed it. It was weak but she felt it. Magic.

"What is your name, boy?" She asked, her eyes not leaving the Khal. "J-Jack, Jack Dandy ma'am."

"I am Tenanye Ananse, Empress of Anansai, Queen of the Faeries." She said and the boy looked stunned. "F-Faerie?"

"Yes, I owe you a debt of gratitude, Jack Dandy, anything you need, you shall have it." She said. "Now run along, I need to eat, and you do not want to see my choice of breakfast." She said and he looked frightened but did as she asked and ran off to a pretty looking fellow with a perpetually sullen look.

She turned to the food, turned up her nose.

She brushed her tongue over her teeth and smiled. Her fangs were still there, hidden, but there, which meant so was her venom. She would eat, and she would eat well.


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ImageJon rushed out of the cells with the others. The spectacle of the woman being dragged out into the yard had stirred everyone's blood, most in a way that meant Jack would try and defend her and then Jon would have to defend him. He set his jaw as he ran, shoving his way through the others. He could already hear Jack's voice, talking to the woman, asking her if she was alright. Jon finally made his way to the front just as Hazak, a big Tyroshi with a glass eye and a nasty disposition, loomed over the two of them. Jon had gotten into a fist fight with him his first day when he tried to take Jon's food. It took three men to break them up, the two had always hated each other after that. Now Hazak seemed he was hungry for a different meal as he eyed the woman hungrily. Jon couldn't deny the desire to feed Hazak his teeth but he stayed back for the moment, watching the events unfold.

Jack tried to lead her away only for Hazak to make a grab for her. Jon clenched his fist and stepped forward, ready to floor him when something amazing happened. The woman tore away from his grip, seized him by the throat and lifted him into the air as if he weighed no more than a child. Jon could only stare in awe as did the others gathered.

"I do not belong to anyone."

She snarled at Hazak before dropping him to the sand. The big Tyroshi clutched at his throat, trying to suck in some much needed air.

"Be glad, I chose mercy, If you touch me again....any of you, try touching me, I will forget I know the meaning of the word."

With that she walked off, Jack in hot pursuit though only after exchanging stunned glances with Jon. Jon shook his head and was about to follow when a shadow walked by him. Khal Jinn had pulled himself from the darkness of his cell. The crowd had given the woman a wide berth given what she'd just done to Hazak, they always scurried from Jinn like vermin given what he'd done in the past. The Horse Lord had an stoic expression on his face that Jon couldn't help but think of as admiration. He stared at the woman who looked back at him for a moment. The two locked eyes for a moment while she spoke to Jack, he stood near Jon without a word.

Then as quickly as the moment happened it passed, she turned back to the food looking ravenous and Jinn's subtle smile faded, in it's place was his usual mask of savage mystery. Jon made his way over to Jack who'd just left her side and seemed to be filled with boundless energy.

"Good news is I don't think she needs your protection Jack."

There were murmurs from the crowd and Jack and Jon both turned to see Khal Jinn lift Hazak up with one powerful arm and toss him bodily into the training circle.

"Jinn is going to spar with Hazak..."

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The Tyroshi scrambled to his feet, his erratic flailing kicking up dust with each movement. Jinn could smell fear on him, more so than the piss running down his leg. He pushed himself back, trying to flee the ring only for a set of guards with shields to keep him right where he was. He turned back, quivering like a leaf. Jinn did not move, only stood like stone giant, eyes never leaving the man before him. Hazak looked from his fellow fighters back to Jinn in terror.

"Please... Khal... I don't want to fight you."

"Yer affesi anni, Hazak."

Hazak only blinked back at him dumbly.

"W-What? I don't know what you're saying...."

Khal Jinn shook his head in irritation before grabbing a practice sword and tossing it at Hazak's feet. Jinn stood before him unarmed, beckoning him to charge. Hazak looked nervous, the wooden blade giving him confidence.

"Please..."

"Inte vadakhie tihoa ma khewo afilki vi gadimaan."

Khal Jinn said darkly as he advanced with a a slow menace that chilled the blood of the Tyroshi before him. He held up the sword in shaking hands, weakly as if some demon had come for him.

"Eyel varthasoe she ilekaan rikhoya arrekaan vekha vosi yeroon vosma tolorro..."

Jinn growled, his voice low and foreboding as he reached Hazak. Hazak threw up his sword in a mad attempt to defend himself, swinging at Jinn's neck. The Khal caught his hand and broke his arm with ease. Hazak screamed in pain as Jinn forced him to face him.

"Please don't kill me!"

"Jin anha ray et!"

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Khal Jinn's titan like gripped found the same place Tenanye's hand was earlier, right around Hazak's windpipe. In one savage tearing motion he ripped out the man's neck flesh, wind pipe and his tongue as blood spurt from the wound. The crowd gasped while some cheered and cursed. Hazak's body fell to the dirt, twitching. Jinn stood there, a savage snarl on his face as he breathed in the fresh kill. He turned to see Tenanye had been watching. He raised the gory mass of meat and tongue to her in salute before he tossed it on the ground and walked away. Not even the guards thought to stop the big Dothraki as he lumbered off on his own.


*Yer affesi anni- You make me itch (a common Dothraki insult for someone they find annoying or tiresome)
*Inte vadakhie tihoa ma khewo afilki vi gadimaan- The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs.
*Eyel varthasoe she ilekaan rikhoya arrekaan vekha vosi yeroon vosma tolorro- The rain will fall on your rotting skin until nothing is left of you but bones.
*Jin anha ray et- I already have.

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Tenanye turned as the silence she created returned once more and all could be heard was the sound of a body hitting the dirt.

The Khal, large and lumbering stood over the man she'd offered mercy to. Tenanye looked on in curiosity as the Khal, with little effort beat the man. A dark brow rose on her face as he tore his tongue threw his throat.

One man beside her relieved the contents of his stomach beside her while she looked on without a bat of an eye. The Khal, rose the bloodied mass to her in tribute and she nodded with the subtlest of smiles. There was an understanding just then, perhaps even respect, He took her meal from her, but no matter, she'll find another, perhaps during one of these matches. She knew, atleast for now, she had an ally in this place, besides the sweet boy that thought himself a hero.

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"Good news is I don't think she needs your protection Jack."

"Heh, no shit. Jon, she's a---" It was in moment, they turned to see Khal Jinn grab Hazak up and tossed him into the ring. Jack dropped his head.

"Jinn is going to spar with Hazak..."

"Spar is not the word that comes to mind..." Jack said. the Khal doesn't spar with anyone. He just kills them. Spar would imply they stood a chance.

Sure enough, the 'match' was over and Hazak was dead, missing a whole lot of his head. Jack could only shake his head. It was good thing he wasn't all that hungry.

The Khal locked eyes with the Fae Queen and Jack saw an odd connection happen between them. That was probably the first time he'd ever seen the Khal react like that to anyone. It probably helped that she was beautiful beyond words, but even still, it looked like respect. Jack never seen that before, full respect. He may have liked Jack enough not to kill him, and he didn't seem to care one way or another for his company, but this was different.

Jack broke from his thoughts when thinking of the Fae Queen and how she graced him with a kiss. Was it laced with magic? He didn't know, but to be in favor the a Faery made him feel good.

"Jon, J-jon, mate," Jack took Jon by the shoulder, and turned in lowering his voice. "She told me her name, she kissed me too, that was--anyway." He cleared his throat. "She's Tenanye Ananse.....Faerie Queen. She's a fucking Faery, and and she said that if I needed anything, ya know for trying to help her, she'll help me." he said, with a laugh. "She doesn't need anyone protection in fact, we might very well need hers."

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The body fell to the sand, twitching sickeningly. Khall Jin stood over him, Hazaks tongue in his hand. He offered up in tribute to the woman before throwing it to the ground and stalking off. Jon wathed him walk away, his mind replaying the look shared between the Dothraki and his new cell mate. They didn't know each other but he killed Hazak for her, he was sure of it. His mind began working on what that meant when Jack grabbed his shoulder.

"Jon, J-jon, mate,"

Jack said in a hushed tone.

"She told me her name, she kissed me too, that was--anyway."

Jon smirked, that anyway spoke volumes.

"She's Tenanye Ananse.....Faerie Queen. She's a fucking Faery, and and she said that if I needed anything, ya know for trying to help her, she'll help me. She doesn't need anyone protection in fact, we might very well need hers."

Jack's words were like the promise of a raft to a man lost at sea. Jon's mind, already tooling the significance of Tenanye's and Jinn'ls unusal connection, now added the fresh information Jack provided. Jon turned look stare at Khal Jinn on the other side of the training yard practicing with dual arakhs.

"Not just hers..."

Jon said almost more to himself than Jack. The formations of a plan were beginning to take route. Jon turned back to Jack, his tone hushed and hurried.

"Jack you've been here your whole life, you know this place better than anyone. What would you say if I told you I wanted to try an escape with the help of her..."

Jon said, nodding subtley to Tenanye before slowly turning jack so he was looking right at in the direction of Khal Jinn.

"and him."

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Image"Not just hers..." Jon said Jack could see the gears turning in Jon's mind. That could not be good. Ideas in this place, was never a good sign, especially from someone so new. They all had the same idea, and it ended the same way.

"Jack you've been here your whole life, you know this place better than anyone. What would you say if I told you I wanted to try an escape with the help of her..." Jon said, nodding toward Tenanye, who was examining her chains and then toward Khal Jinn.

"and him."
Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "I'd say, you're going to get me in a lot of trouble..." He said with a resigning sigh. It was clear that the Fae Queen and the Khal were the two most formidable people in this place and from what he understood of faeries, she wasn't even at her full strength because of the iron around her wrists and ankles.

"The only people I know that were ever successful at an escape were my parents and they didn't get themselves, only me because I was small. I don't remember how they did it, just that they did, and when they found me again, my parents were killed in the ring before I could even speak to them..." he said, there weren't many things that made Jack sad, but this was definitely one of them. They never saw him, but he saw them, it was brief, but he saw them. he was glad that didn't see him, at least they died thinking he was safe...

"But," Jack shook off his thoughts. "But, if we can find away to get the Faery Queen free from her chains, which I can't imagine will be easy, since she can't seem to get them off, then I think we stand a fair chance with the both of them." He said with a nod and looked back at the Queen who caught his gaze and smiled. He smiled in response and she smiled back. He hoped he wasn't blushing, but his cheeks felt warm. He rubbed his face and turned back to Jon as something occurred to him. "I get the feeling that, you and the Queen's capture are connected. You've only been here a short time, and Aren't you a king or something....if you're a king, and she's a queen, and the Khal is something like that," Jack shook his head, his thoughts weren't all that clear to himself. "All three of you were brought here in a short time of each other and you all are like royal or something....that had to mean something, right?" He asked.

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Jon couldn't believe he'd been so dense, there were times he felt as if he knew nothing at all. Jack was right, there was no way it was a coincidence that The Empress of Anansai, The Khal who ruled all other Khals and The King of The North would all just be mysteriously transplanted into the same fighting pit. Someone chose them, for what purpose was yet unclear but as far as Jon was concerned his next move hadn't changed, merely it had gotten more complicated.

"Aye, I'm The King of The North... You're right Jack. That's no coincidence, whatever their reasons for bringing us here doesn't change the fact that we're not staying, and neither are you."

Jack looked surprised, as if he hadn't considered Jon was serious about the attempt. He put his hand on Jack's shoulder reassuringly.

"We can do this, together. Though we will need help. I'll talk to Tenanye. You talk to Khal Jinn and we'll-"

Jack looked liked Jon just told him to shake hands with a grizzly bears, he opened his mouth to interject but Jon cut him off.

"We both know you can barely look at that girl without blushing, let me talk to her. What we're asking of her is no small thing. You convince Khal Jinn, you already said he likes you well enough right? Just... be yourself."

Jon patted his shoulder and walked off toward the where the food was being served before Jack had a chance to refuse. Jon trusted Jack, he knew he could do this. What actually worried Jon was his ability to convince Tenanye to side with him and Jack, a royal he'd never met from a country he'd never been to made up of a people he knew nothing about. Jon took a breath and sat down across from her at one of the many tables in the commissary. All the other fights had given her a wide berth, ensuring if they ate, they chose seats far away from her. Jon got a few looks but ignored them all as met the curious stare of Tenanye Ananse.

The first thing he noticed were her eyes, predatory and patient, like a spider watching to see if a moth would fly into her web. Her skin was the color of amber honey, warmed and fresh. Her hair was as black as his but gave way to waves as opposed to the curls he was so well known for. She was tall for a woman, roughly his height, with a slender build. There was no sign to account for her disproportionate strength which hinted at magic, what kind however Jon had no idea.

"Empress Tenanye, my name is Jon Stark, King of The North. We've never met but you have met my friend..."

He said turning to look at Jack across the courtyard who was standing in the shadow of Khal Jinn. He hadn't realized how small he was in comparison to the big man until now, he hoped Jack wasn't too nervous. He turned back to Tenanye who's eyes lingered on the two on the other side of the training ground.

Image"You and I are the two newest members of these pits, I've only been here a matter of weeks. Jack?... He's been here his whole life. He knows this place better than anyone and he knows better than anyone, that no one ever wins their freedom. They have no intention of letting us go Empress, if we want to ever see our homes again, which I'm willing to wager you do, we're going to have to do it ourselves. I was hoping we could help each other."

She looked intrigued, and almost playful which was unsettling yet Jon continued regardless.

"Jack is trying to convince your cell mate as we speak to join us. I'm thinking, between the four of us, we might have a chance. If...."

He paused looking at the iron restraints around her wrists.

"We can get you out of those."

Here eyes fell to the iron on her wrists and for a moment Jon could see hatred glimmer in her eyes life fire light.

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"Aye, I'm The King of The North... You're right Jack. That's no coincidence, whatever their reasons for bringing us here doesn't change the fact that we're not staying, and neither are you." Jack's brow rose high. He was serious. He was really going to try to break out of here. A fools errand at the least. He liked Jon, he really didn't want to see him dead.
Jon placed a hand on his shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.

"We can do this, together. Though we will need help. I'll talk to Tenanye. You talk to Khal Jinn and we'll-" Jack took a deep shuddering breath and that caught in this throat at the mention of the Great Khal Jinn. Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Jon stopped him.
"We both know you can barely look at that girl without blushing, let me talk to her. What we're asking of her is no small thing. You convince Khal Jinn, you already said he likes you well enough right? Just... be yourself."

He said and Jon left him there, with his jaw slack in shock. Jack turned to the large man, as he worked on his dual blades, as if he ever needed them. Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and walked over to the man.

"Hello." He said. Jon told him to be himself, hopefully that would be enough. "Um, nice blades, I've never seen you use them." He said. Oh Gods, Please don't use them on me.... he thought as he took a seat, crosslegged in front of the man.

"Um....I don't know if you understand any of what I'm about to say, but my friend there, the pretty one speaking to the lady, He's a King, You're a King, and She's an Empress, he seems to think you can help all four of us escape?"

Jack said, with a sigh as the man looked at him without an expression Jack could read. He ran his hand down his face. He probably would have had an easier time with the Empress, atleast she understood his word,s even if he couldn't focus much with her around.

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The feeling of the arakhs in his hands felt good. The smooth wooden pommels twirled effortlessly in his practiced fingers. Two a Dothraki growing up the arakh was the first thing taught to any boy after riding, it was an extension of a Dothraki, their arm reaching out from horse back to take the head of an enemy. Generally a Dothraki screamer carried only one, the large curved bade to awkward and cumbersome to dual wield effectively. Khal Jinn however was not a standard Dothraki warrior, his size and strength afforded him the ability to bring two arakhs to bear at once, turning him a living weapon, a storm of swords. He spun and hacked into the practice dummy, his blade cutting deep into the wood as the second arakh followed it's twin in quick succession. Such a series of strikes would have disemboweled a living opponent in seconds.

"Hello."

The voice came from behind him, small and nervous. Jinn took a breath from the exertion of the exercise and turned slowly, his face still dotted with Tyroshi blood.

"Um, nice blades, I've never seen you use them."

Jinn merely arched an eyebrow before sinking both blades deep into the wooden training dummy, holding them in place so he could turn and talk to the young Jack Dandy with free hands. He looked down at him and cocked his head as he spoke.

"Um....I don't know if you understand any of what I'm about to say, but my friend there, the pretty one speaking to the lady, He's a King, You're a King, and She's an Empress, he seems to think you can help all four of us escape?"

Khal Jinn rose his gaze from the boy to the man across the yard, seated across a table with Tenanye Ananse. He could see the way his body was leaned forward he was speaking in a hushed tone, should curious ears be listening in. Tennaye appeared to be listening intently to what he had to say. If this Jon Stark was really bold enough to attempt such thing, Khal Jinn could not help but be impressed and intrigued. He gaze, stoic as ever returned to Jack Dandy who stood before him. Jack was sweating, only partly from the heat and he kept wiping his hands on his pant legs. Khal Jinn grunted subtly before speaking.

"Khal..."

He said, his voice thick as mountain stone. Jack merely stared at him in confusion.

"Dothraki Khalasars don't have kings, they Khals. Kings sit on big chairs, a Khal needs only a horse."

Jack Dandy looked as if he was going to grow a second head the level of confusion and shock was so great. The sight earned a begrudging smirk from the big leader of the Dothraki Sea. He'd never spoken to anyone in the pits in the common tongue since his arrival. He'd only ever spoken in his native tongue but what was to come required too many words to leave up to interpretation.

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"Khal..."

Khal Jinn spoke and Jack frowned a little. Yes that was his name? Khal? Right?

"Dothraki Khalasars don't have kings, they Khals. Kings sit on big chairs, a Khal needs only a horse."

Jack paused a moment, looking at the man, unsure of what he heard he actually understood. It took him a long moment, just gaping at the man as each of his words played in his mind one by one.

"Wha..." Jack shook his head, ferociously. "Wait a---You mean this whole time you understood, I've ever said to you? This whole time?!" He exclaimed. "This entire time?" He through up his hands in exasperation. His initial fear replaced by shock and a little embarrassment. Jack never thought himself all that smart, but he never thought he was a complete idiot. But apparently he was very wrong. "Here I am thinking I'm gonna have to pantomime my next several sentences.....but you speak Common Tongue?" He said and then he took one look at the Great Khal and then swallow. "Uh....I'm sorry.....Uh, please don't kill me, I like my tongue where it is, thanks." He said, realizing, this man could probably explode his head with flick of his finger. He really hopped the Khal liked him enough not to kill him. He had so far.

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Tenanye sat with bread in her hands, breaking the hard pieces in hopes of finding something soft inside. There was none. She would have to find real food another way, and since the men of this place seemed understand she was not to be trifled, she would have to lure one. Probably one of the guards, that seemed easier. She sensed him before he took a seat and looked up with an easy smile. His intentions were unclear, but she felt no danger from him, directly.
"Empress Tenanye, my name is Jon Stark, King of The North. We've never met but you have met my friend..."
Tenanye's eyes went to the boy, dwarfed by the Dothraki Khal. Tenanye watched them both. She would kill for that boy she realized, he reminded her so of her baby sister, Xiao Jingshen, with their easy smiles, and sweet nature. Tenanye looked back at the Northern King. She knew of him, the young lad that beheaded the murderer of his family, words of his victory made clear across the large seven hundred foot wall the first men built to keep her people out.
"You and I are the two newest members of these pits, I've only been here a matter of weeks. Jack?... He's been here his whole life. He knows this place better than anyone and he knows better than anyone, that no one ever wins their freedom. They have no intention of letting us go Empress, if we want to ever see our homes again, which I'm willing to wager you do, we're going to have to do it ourselves. I was hoping we could help each other."

She listened to his words and her brow twitched. That poor boy has lived here, his entire life? What Jon Stark didn't know, was he already had her support, at the very least, she would get the boy out, however, she let him continued to speak, it seemed he had a whole speech planned.

"Jack is trying to convince your cell mate as we speak to join us. I'm thinking, between the four of us, we might have a chance. If...." He said, and she followed his gaze to the irons around her wrists.

"We can get you out of those."
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Tenanye looked down at her restraints. She couldn't even touch them. One touch would burn her skin like a free flame, grabbing it would peel her skin. She wanted them off, and wanted so the kill the ones that took her. If only she could remember what happened.

She looked up at the Northern Boy.

"The First Men, your people, built a very large wall made of ice to keep mine out." She began. "It was a long long time ago, before you or even I were born, We used to be enemies, for no other reason then ignorance." She said and smiled. "Ignorance, is not the bliss the saying would have us to believe, as is clear of our situation here. I know not who took me, nor how they accomplish this, we must first find to whom that is, and why they took us..." She said.

"Beyond the simple fact that we all have magic." She said, and Jon Stark looked shocked. Tenanye smiled. " Oh, I forget, very few mortals have the Sight, graced with magic or not, but yes, Everyone in this place, was has magic, I could sense yours, it's cold, frigid, even." She told him and he looked ashamed but that was his right. "The boy's, his is feral, and the Khal....his....is....curious" She looked over at him. She couldn't place his magic, she could feel it from him, it wasn't strength, no, it was something else. Where it not for these damnable chains.

"They used magic to bind me, breaking my chains will require magic as well." She said. "Once I am free, We will leave this place but we will need the Khal's assistance and all of our magic."

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The Great Khal could only smile, this Jack Dandy made him laugh, a rare feat. Khal Jinn was not a somber man so much as a grim man. His life had harder, harder than most and darker than all. He knew pain and cruelty, shadows and death but laughter and friendship were things more difficult to find. Jinn gave grunted softly and gave Jack the most subtle of nods of approval. Jinn had liked the boy with the painted face since the day he'd first saw him fight in the arena. He may not have been a Dothraki but he fought like one, wild and fierce, daring death to take him. It turned out that he had other qualities Jinn admired, he was funny.

"Vos, no. I'm not going to kill you Jack Dandy, you're tongue is safe."

He said with a friendly pat on the arm. Khal Jinn's big hand forced Jack to stumble a step but he regained his footing almost instantly, seeming surprised by Jinn's friendly demeanor. The Khal rose his gaze from Jack to Jon and Tenanye, still speaking in hushed tones. He wondered what sort of plan the Northern King had come up with, what part Tenanye would play in it, and how many people Jinn would kill before it was done.

"Come, lets here what Jon Stark has in mind."

Jack and Jinn made their way toward the dining area, where the tables were erected for the fighters to eat their fill before training and the pits. The pair got a few odd looks, some from men who would have taken from Jack in the past, one look from Jinn and they knew those days were over. Jack Dandy had made a powerful friend, a friend that would kill every man in the pits for him and they knew it.

"Once I am free, We will leave this place but we will need the Khal's assistance and all of our magic."

"The Khal's assistance you shall have, Jalan."

Jon and Tenanye looked up at him, Tenanye's gaze lingered in a way that warmed the Great Khal's blood. He did not smile, Khal Jinn was not a man to smile often, but his face gifted to her the most subtle touch of warmth.

"You speak Common Tongue?"

Jon said surprised. Jack answered sarcastically as he took a seat beside Jon while Jinn took his place beside Tenanye. Jon caught Jinn and Jack up on what he and Tenanye had been discussing. He told them of how Tenanye could sense that everyone in The Pits had magic of some sort, Jack shifted uncomfortably at that as did Jon, and how three leaders of three nations or peoples had been brought here within a matter of weeks. He told them of the magic bindings on Tenanye's wrists and how only magic could break them. Before they could plot any further a horn blast signaled the end of the days training, it was time for blood.

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Character Portrait: Jack Dandy Character Portrait: Tenanye Ananse; The Faerie Queen Character Portrait: Khal Jinn Character Portrait: Jon Stark
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"Vos, no. I'm not going to kill you Jack Dandy, you're tongue is safe."
Jack stumbled forward as Khal Jinn's hand clapped his arm. He found his footing quickly and stood up right then adjusted his clothes as Khal Jinn's eyes went to Tenanye and Jon.

"Come, lets here what Jon Stark has in mind." He said, and Jack nodded, practically craning his neck to look up at the large man. "Alright." He said with a smirk, and began walking with the large man. Jack felt good, walking side by side with the fiercest fighter in the Pits. Jack always knew it was best to make friends in this place, but he never thought he'd make friends with him. He thought the Khal liked killing so he'd tried to avoid him most of the time, it probably helped that he thought he didn't speak a stitch of Common Tongue. The men around who used to beat Jack up, thought differently now, seeing that the Khal was at his side.

They approached Jon and the Empress and Jack took a seat beside Jon while the Khal looked to the Empress as she spoke, who smiled at Jack. Jack swallowed but for a different reason that he had with the Khal.

"The Khal's assistance you shall have, Jalan." He said and the Empress smiled at him as with a nod, his face seeming to soften in response.

"You speak Common Tongue?"Jon asked and Jack chuckled ruefully. "Yea..and apparently, Khals ride horses, Kings sit in big chairs..." He said with a roll of his eyes.

The Empress patted a place at her side for the Khal to sit and looked to the two of them, She was about to speak, when her words were stopped short by the sound of a horn.

She didn't know what that meant, but all three of them did.

"What is about to happen?" the Empress asked and Jack looked down. He was not looking forward to seeing her fight.

"We have to go back to our cells...It's time for the matches." He said mournfully.

It was at that moment, that the guards came for her though one reproachful look from the Great Khal, they stopped.

She rose, reached over and lifted Jack's chin with a finger. "Worry not, Sweet Jack, I have yet to eat...." She said, moved toward the guards, walking with them toward the cell, very regal in her movement and Jack looked at Jon and the Khal.

"Wh-what does she mean by that?" He asked, and Jon figured they'd find out.