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Lorraine Morellus

A woman once in the employ of Shiabiann who had been freed from her slavery by two Magistrate brothers.

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a character in “Althaea”, as played by Maree

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A lawful group of privateers and scoundrels belonging to the ship; The Kennel Dog.
A clan of werewolves in Iracot City that run the black market beneath the Guild Ward.

So begins...

Lorraine Morellus's Story

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Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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Lorraine groaned on board the Kennel Dog. There was far too much noise and it was interrupting her beauty sleep! For Lorraine this was highly unacceptable. She threw the sheets off of her body and clothed herself (mostly). Red hair flying behind her, Lorraine stalked to the deck and pointed an accusing finger at Edward Greaves, the captain of the Kennel Dog.

But before Lorraine could say anything more a splash of vividly pink paint splattered her from head to foot. She gasped and held out her arms away from her body. She had not directly been hit but the woman had been close enough to catch the flak.

A string of curses left her mouth in a foreign tongue. She wheeled around and stared death at the other captain of the opposing ship, Frederick Greaves, the brother of Edward Greaves. Lorraine shouted the same foreign curses at him in a voice that carried easily across the cacophony of noise.

She didn't stop shouting until there was no more air in her lungs and her face turned red... beneath the pink paint.

It had been the two brothers that bought out Lorraine's debt to Shiabiaan. She was thankful to them, truly, but this was an outrage! The two brothers' games were going to drive her to madness.

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Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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One of the pirates ran over to the side of the ship as they were thundered with the flak cannon, leaning off it and throwing sick down onto whatever poor piece of land lay beneath the practice dueling ships. The captain of the Kennel Dog did a double take on his intrepid new crew member shouting curses at him.

Edward lifted up his arms in surrender. "Wot'? Oh. Right." The captain spun the wheel to tilt the ram away from the Begreaved Welcome as they clunked together side-by-side. The pirates on either side looked at each-other, taking time to laugh at their paint-soaked comrades, most of the mirth avoided Lorraine, as most of the crew did not want to experience what their captain had received.

"Parlay for now, brotha'!" Edward yelled, taking the ship's sail to a complete stop and danced down the stairs to face his brother on the side of the ship and standby Lorraine. Edward turned to face his crewmember, his face hadn't changed from his roguish smile, like this was the most natural thing in the world to be woken up to.

"I suppose yed' be expecting us to stop then, captain?" Edward asked, raising an eyebrow and a voice that dripped with sarcasm. The captain hoped she hadn't cursed them with her demon tongue, just like his crew he had a deep seated pirate belief in the supernatural.

The crew of the Kennel Dog begun to wave towards the other crew in a friendly fashion, leaning on their prospective rifles that were still loaded with deadly musket shot, not that the other crew needed to know.

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Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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When the two ships had come to a stop- relatively speaking that is, they were still very much mobile in the air, the collision bringing them flying over the city, despite the stalled engines.

There was a tense moment while the two crews stared across the small gap, until Mathazar had fully winched the ships together with the harpoon. Then, the crew of the Begreaved Welcome burst into laughter. Many of them had been former crewmen of Edwards, 'gifted' over to Frederick's ship when it was finished, so there was little animosity between the crews- only a healthy rivalry.

Striding easily across the gap and onto the Kennel Dog, Frederick opens his arms wide to receive Edward. "Aye Brother Edward, Parlay!" He laughs, pulling him into an embrace.

Of course, he had his knife out. One did not simply hug a 'Privateer' Brother or no. He left it sheathed and simply prodded the man in the back, gently. If he knew his Brother, he had probably done the same. It was practically ritual.

Peering over his brother's shoulder, Frederick smiles to Lorraine. "And a warm welcome to you as well," he says genially, practically ignoring her foul mouth. She'd forget about it as soon as she got a real bath, away from all the stinking Privateers.

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Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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"Oui, oui," Lorraine said in her clipped tone of voice. The woman waved a pink hand at the both of them. She did not understand these pirates, or whatever they had called themselves; privateers.

"You owe me a new coat and dress," Lorraine stated as she attempted to remove the paint off of her body. "I 'ave no more clean clothes! You 'ave ruined my last good pair!" The woman made a frustrated sound and made her fingers into claws to choke an invisible person. It most likely was Frederick Lorraine was envisioning since he was the man with the paint. Then again his brother may have been the one to instigate the entire pseudo-battle!

"No," she said crossing her arms in front of her. "I change mind. I do not vant your argent. Get me off zee ship. Now!"

The woman calmed herself down and took a deep breath. Lorraine walked over to the two brothers and put on her best charm. For years Lorraine had been Shiabiann's best woman until she wanted that disgusting Elana Ightlor woman! Hmph! It was difficult for a man to resist Lorraine but recently the woman seemed to be losing her touch.

"Monsieurs Greaves, it is not good for someone like me to be on a ship. Hm? Zee men... zee way I am looked at... I do not feel safe." Lorraine pouted and fluttered the long lashes that lined her golden eyes.

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Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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The brothers did indeed exchange their hug, the dagger was there and there was a pistol he hadn't holstered he rapped against his brothers back. Edward quickly holstered it after and put his boot on the edge as he turned to face the distraught foreign woman that they'd saved who was more trouble than she was worth.

Edward put on a mocked stunned face. "My crew? Eyes fur a beautiful woman? Never!" Edward didn't bother explaining that the vessel they were standing on had participated in frequent raids on towns in the past, the implications might be a bit much for the redheaded fury. "Right boys?" Edward asked his crew, throwing his arms out in a questioning gesture. "Aye!" The crew echoed back, in a tuneless fashion.

The captain took off his hat and passed it to one of the crew members to stow. Edward was an in expert in refusing charm that wasn't of the bodily kind, but he wasn't an asshole, well he was, just not to women, okay some women, only the ugly ones. "We can dock with the city and get you off the ship, right brotha'?"

Edward lifted his hand to cover his mouth and whispered to his brother. "What the fuck kind of word is argent?"

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Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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Frederick turns towards Lorraine as well, and bows deeply. It was mostly mocking, but he did have some respect for the woman, strange though she was.

"Where are our manners," he says, agreeing with Edward. "We'll see to it that you are escorted off this junker immediately." He rights himself and turns to shout at his crew, whispering in response to Edward as he does so; "No idea. I'll look it up when we get home."

He'd learned a few of the woman's more eccentric words, but there were many he hadn't really bothered to memorize.

"Men," he shouts across to his ship, "Let's pull our comrades to the Spire!" With a final grin to Edward and a brief, brotherly slug on the shoulder, he jumps back across to his ship- just as the engines roar back to life and the two of them begin the slow movement towards the Spire, the Airship dock that their father had built in the midst of the Guilds Ward.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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Two of the God-Queen's Skyborne Knights had responded to the sound of the cannons firing over Iracot. Mounted on their powerful Wyverns, the two alone, while not much of a threat, would possibly be able to damage the Airships- if nothing else destroying the balloons themselves.

When they had seen the flag of the Magistrates, however, the Knights simply fly into audible range. "Hail, Magistrates," one of them shouts; Cyrus Avalant, one of those more loyal to the Magistrate cadre. "Do you require our assistance," he asks, stifling the roar of his Wyvern as it brings him to a hovering halt off of the Kennel Dog's starboard side. He wouldn't dare land on a Magistrate's ship without permission.

With him was Martellus, flying a patrol route around the two ships, as if expecting some trouble. After everything that had occurred the previous day, the Skyborne- who had been ordered grounded during the festival for reasons unknown- were out in full force. Dragons and Gryphons would not be able to approach Iracot unseen, now.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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"Merci beaucoup, Monsieurs," Lorraine said to the brothers. She had gotten what she wanted and that was always a beautiful thing for a woman like Lorraine. The woman attempted to throw her luxurious red hair over her shoulder but seeing as it was still covered in paint, the hair just flopped instead of flip. This irritated Lorraine even more.

Lorraine went into another tirade of foreign curses until the beat of wings distracted her attention. Skybournes. She attempted to brush back her viciously vivid pink hair and plumped up her bosom. It was always a joy for Lorraine to toy with the Knights. They of all people had been her best patrons when she was in the service of Shiabiann. Though it was not just the lust games Lorraine enjoyed the Knights.

Lorraine Morellus was one of the most notorious, infamous, and wanted people in all of Iracot, but they had no idea.

In Iracot there is an underground society and blackmarket ran beneath the streets of the guild ward. The Fortis Lupos, a werewolf clan, runs the black market. When the clan was first formed and the black market started, the Fortis Lupos used their 'gifts' in order to dig an expansive tunnel system beneath the very streets of Iracot. Those tunnels are rumored to run through all of Viridian and even past Viridian's magical borders into Sharakzah.

For generations the God-Queen's Knights have been attempted to capture the ring leader and Sacrifice that person but Lorraine had never been caught.

A triumphant smile spread across her lips before she called out to the knights, "Hail the God-Queen and may She live until the End of Eternity, Skybournes!" The temporarily-pink-haired woman waved and blew the knights kisses.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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The Kennel Dog buckled against the Begreaved Welcome as they changed their sails to dock with the Spire. The Kennel Dog's sails atop the air ballon suddenly flared out in a brillant cloud-dissipating move as rope pulleys were moved and tied to various wooden blocks around the deck and various privateers scampered up rope meshes, some even looked very alarmed when the wyverns came up to the two airships. Edward brushed his windswept hair out of his face and did a double take on the dragons and then to his brother. "They your men, brotha?"

Frederick had turned to gaze at the two Knights as they flew up to the ships; he'd never been over fond of the Knights, but most of the Skyborne were alright. "Not expressely," he replies to Edward. "Though we do pay them," he adds. Turning towards them fully, he raises a hand. "Ho there, Skyborne! We do not require assistance right at this juncture, but perhaps you would escort us to the Spire!" He liked exercising his power on the occasion, and this was one of the smaller ways to do so. Looking towards his brother, he grins and whispers. "Why don't you order them about while I see to our guests' needs." He then walks back across the small gap between the two ships, towards Lorraine.

Edward grins, his jagged canines protruding though his smile, almost vampire-like. Though he certainly wasn't a vampire, although were rumors of some anchient vampire pirate lord that patrolled the seas, that wasn't him neither. Edward took a step on the railing and gave the knights a good look-over. "Mateys, take a break and park those wyverns on the Begreaved Welcome over there, I ain't havin' no dragon shit on my deck. We've got mead for the both of you, and I need you two to hm... Fill me in what happened, best get the bloody news from the source, aye?" If Edward ever knew what honor was, he still would offer them rum on duty.

Edward also offered them a hand as he leaned over the ship, using one of his feet to tie himself into a mesh so he woudn't fall off. "Edward! Captain of the Kennel Dog!"

Having crossed back to the Kennel Dog and made his way to Lorraine, Frederick was about to offer her a cabin on his vessel; it was, after all, marginally nicer. Edward, however, had just offered the Knights a landing zone. This made sense, given what his ship was built to do, but it still irked him slightly. He wouldn't have the Lady be around such beasts. Instead, he shifts gears and takes her hand, wiping some of the paint off and kissing it in a gentlemanly fashion. "My apologies for the mess, Lady Morellus. I'll make it up to you," he says, charmingly. His Brother could deal with the formalities with the Knights.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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Cyrus was still hovering off the side of the Deck while taking in everything going on ahead of him. Turning his attention away from the conversing Magistrates, he looks to see Lorraine praising the God-Queen for their benefit.

He was familiar with the woman; he'd visited her on a few occasions, when she worked with Shiabiann. He didn't flatter himself with the notion that she would remember him; even were he not in his armor and just another of many Knights who likely sought her attentions in those days, she was now the personal consort to Two Magistrates, which he simply could not compete with.

Regardless, he gives her a salute of thanks for her patronage to their Queen.

He returns his attention towards the Magistrates, then. One of them had ordered they guide them to the Spire, while the other commanded they take a break. The former was appealing to his sense of duty, but... it wasn't often one got the chance to socialize with a Magistrate, even if it was in passing.

He was familiar with Frederick. He had seen him a few times, usually in passing going into or out of the Pleasure district. As a Skyborne, that was usually about as much contact he got with anyone outside the Knights.

The other man was less familiar, though he knew of him; the infamous brother-Magistrate, a supposed rogue of the High Skies. It was surprising to see him back in Iracot.

Cyrus was further surprised- and honored- when the man deigned to go through a personal hardship simply to shake the hovering Knight's hand. Cyrus was quick to respond to the gesture, taking the grasp firmly and urging his mount forward slightly, so as to not risk pulling the man overboard. "Cyrus Avalant, Skyborne of Iracot," he replies, his voice booming.

Releasing the grasp, he flutters away from the flying ships and gestures for his fellow Knight to form up with him, and the two of them swoop in to land on the larger Begreaved Welcome.

The setting changes from the-guild-ward to Iracot; The City of Thrones

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Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Prisma Character Portrait: Father Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Selwyn Austaire Character Portrait: Alber Roth Character Portrait: Melody Graven Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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In the morning, activity in- and over Iracot was intense with holy purpose.

The Knights had not been idle during the night, prowling the streets for gatherings of dissent. A few homes had been broken into, their occupants taken for questioning by the Knight's Inquisition. Many would be found innocent- simply having been holding parties- but others would be less lucky.

By morning, the Knights had returned to their regular routines, watching key transit points, crossroads, and patrolling the districts, from the seediest to the most honored alike. Those of the ground would receive little notice, their actions more or less standard.

In the skies, however, were where the true might of Iracot was in force. The battle between the Dragoon beast and the two escapee's weaker creatures had been seen by many, and thoughts of dissent could not be brewed from it. The Knights, ordered grounded during the Sacrifice, were now out in force. The Skyborne, Wyvern mounted Knights of the highest caliber, patrolled the skies.

Unrelated, but seemingly another show of aerial power, was the arrival of Iracot's Airship fleet. A mock battle had been heard by all below, the resounding boom of cannons going off, before the two ships had docked and began to head towards the Spire at the center of the Guilds ward.

The Knights- and by extension Iracot- would not be caught unawares again.

The setting changes from iracot-the-city-of-thrones to The Guild Ward

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus

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Lorraine was no lady and did not deserve the proprieties of one. She looked at Frederick curiously as he kissed her hand. He was a charming man but Lorraine did not easily swoon. She seemed distracted as well.

"Oui," the woman said curtly. And then Lorraine took her hand back and made her way toward Frederick's ship. She was unafraid to cross between the two ships. There was a grace about Lorraine that seemed odd, almost unnatural as she hurtled over the two railings.

Lorraine landed on the Begreaved Welcome and made directly for Cyrus Avalant. "Take off zee 'elmet!" the woman demanded from the knight. She, as a once whore of Shiabiaan, had no right to demand anything from the knights. And yet, there Lorraine was commanding him around as if she owned him.

"I know eet is you. Take eet off!" Lorraine said, standing at the side of his mount, waiting for Cyrus to dismount.

Oh, she remembered him. And possibly not for pleasant reasons.

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Edward grinned, it was no hardship to cling to a flying ship and then climbed back aboard as deftly as he had tied himself into the ropes that adorned either side of the ship, just in time to witness Lorraine hassle the knight he had planned to get to know, the pirate unhooked the bottle of rum off his belt once more and took a heavy swig, drizzling some if in his beard and wiping it away lazily with the cuff of his overcoat.

Bucko, his third-in-command ran up to him and offered him a sheathed sword with a solid gold buskethilt inscribed with an ugly dog face. The pirate took it and tied the sword around his waist and took another swig. "For a good image, captain. If you don't mind sayin so's is this is the business we'r into, captin?" Bucko asked Edward with a concerned face, showing off some his silver tipped teeth. "Aye aye, Bucko. We don't have to fight for our whores and loot now, but let me tell you, the sooner I get back into the ocean, I'll be much happier."

The captain started to stride across the deck and jumped the gap. "Never knew a lady of the night would be so much trouble, brotha' that lady be also lookin' at that fine article of a knight, think she actually knows e'?" Edward asked as he stepped next to his brother and offered him a swig of his rum.

"What have ye been doin' with these swabs, brotha?"

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Frederick turns and watches as Lorraine flits past him onto his ship, heading for the recently landed Knights. He makes a 'tut' noise, crossing his arms as he watches her go. "Haven't seen the blasted woman in so many months and hardly even a proper welcome," he laments as his brother walks up to him. "You must have stolen her heart," he jokes, grinning at the man.

"She probably does, given how she's reacting. Either that or she just loves the shine of their armor," he adds, relaxing somewhat and taking a good drink of the rum; he coughs as he hands it back. "Augh! Putting gunpowder in it again," he asks, only half joking before he lowers his voice. "They guard the city from undesirables like yourself," he mutters, endearingly. "Apparently we missed quite the party yesterday. Maybe we can get the other Knight to open up about it," he adds, gesturing to the other one, Martellus.


The crew of the Begreaved Welcome was less than thrilled about having the Wyverns on their landing deck, what with them being large, mobile, and generally not happy in the relative confines beneath a balloon.

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The two Knights had landed in short order, the larger of the two beasts, ridden by Martellus, at the front of the ship, while Cyrus landed his nearer to the middle. Just before jumping down and preparing to walk to meet the Magistrates, he is stopped by the voluptuous woman bearing down upon him.

He thought he could see a fury in her eyes, and wondered if perhaps the Knights had slighted her in some way during her transition from Pleasure Girl to Magistrate's pet. It didn't matter too much; he doubted the Magistrates would allow her to try harming him... not that he would, either.

Jumping down beside her with a trained ease, he stands to his full height and removes his helmet, looking every bit the powerful mounted Knight he was. "As you wish," he says in reply to her demands, looking her in the eye. He places his helmet in the crook of his arm, keeping watchful.


Further down, Martellus was greeting the wary crewmen. "Hail, men of Iracot," he says in a boisterous voice. Many of the Skyborne had deep, powerful voices, that they might communicate with one another during battle. He then remains relatively quiet, waiting for a reason that they were aboard the vessels, rather than guarding them to the Spire. Not that they needed guarding, he thought. Not yet.

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"You!" Lorraine said, poking the knight in the chest, not that he could feel it but it made her feel better. It seemed while Cyrus did not believe that the woman would remember him, she did. Lorraine had remembered Cyrus very well after spending their first evening in the Pleasure Ward.

The woman's golden eyes narrowed dangerously and she got as close to Cyrus's face as she could. There was not an inch left between his chest and Lorraine's plump one.

"You put me out of work for three," she held up three fingers close to his eye, "count, un, deux, trois days!" And then unexpectedly Lorraine slapped the man across his naked face. But before Cyrus could react to it, the woman grabbed his face and planted a fierce kiss on his lips. She made it as passionate of a kiss as he would allow and for as long as she could before he either pushed her away or until she ran out of breath.

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Edward laughed, almost snorting into his rum bottle. "Should've left her in the debt brotha', shit pirate, shit woman." Edward snorted, half-joking. The ex-pirate had a brief history with the knights of Iracot, he'd been caught several times trying to smuggle various items. Inexorable in his crimes and luckily for the joint-magistrate, the wanted sentences didn't stretch to Iracot.

The pirate patted his brothers shoulder, palming the bottle of rum off to him and shouldered his way though the crowd to Martellus and held out a hand. "Edward, matey. You want to fill me in in what's going on around in the grace of the of other magistrates?" Edward asked, he'd learned all he could from his brother, these other magistrates were loose cannons and problems.

Edward didn't stand any loose cannons except those who were family. "God-Queen save ye swabs, and all that too."

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Frederick seemed mildly surprised, or interested, in the display of the woman showing up the Knight by abusing and then... being far less than abusive. He was a mildly controlling man- and what good Captain wasn't! - But he decided he would let this transgression slide. He doubted she'd take him seriously if he brought up his concerns anyway, and he didn't know the full story.

Leaving the Knights to the mercies of Edward and Lorraine, Frederick details himself with ensuring they land safely against the Spire. "Helmsman," he demands, walking towards the Bridge. The large ship had a sizeable Bridge, naturally, and the Helmsman stood ready at the wheel. "Bring us in to the Spire. Make sure we don't yank the Kennel Dog around too much."

After receiving an affirmation, Frederick climbs partway up the Crow's Nest.

Iracot was beautiful from the sky, even if her denizens were somewhat less so, in Frederick's eyes. Politics had been a good diversion, but his soul lay in the wild blue beyond. From his perch, he could see all of Iracot; the grand Palace, the sprawling Wards, and his own Guilds Ward, with the massive Spire jutting out from the city, rivaled only in mass by the Palace.

It was a shame that he had to come back so soon, but business needed to be done, and All the magistrates would need to be a part of it.

The crew, for the most part, was hooting and hollering at the Knight receiving a kiss from- what was in their eyes- a fair maiden. Far from that was she, but Airmen could be a bit naive sometimes.

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Cyrus was a stout hearted man, as any who had tamed a wild Wyvern might be. With Lorraine bearing down on him, getting in his face, he didn't even flinch. His eyes flicker towards her fingers as she counts off the number of days he had put her out of business. When he realized what she meant by this, a slight redness finds a home on his cheeks. When she slapped him, it had gone. When she grabbed him by the face and pulled him into a passionate kiss, it returned with a renewed fury.

He wasn't really sure what to think of all that, truth be told. He was a Knight, after all, and on duty. Neither of the Magistrates seemed to care, however, so...
He shrugs and returns the passion, as any true man would be expected to. He also expected to be slapped again, but for this, it was worthwhile.



Martellus looks upon the approaching Magistrate with an expression of dutiful attention on his face. He knew who the man was- every Knight was to know their Magistrates, after all- but the formality did not go unappreciated.

"Martellus Rathjin, Skyborne Knight-Legionnaire of Her Holiness' Armies," he replies, bowing his head. He decided not to comment on the rather blasphemous speech.

Righting himself, he speaks in a clear, concise manner. "The sacrifice the prior evening went awry, M'lord, when the executioner chosen by Her Holy Majesty herself denounced her methods. The sacrifice went on, but the denouncer escaped into the city with a man who broke through the crowds to retrieve her. The Dragoons were on station, rather than we Skyborne, and while they managed to slay the Gryphon and Dragon they had to defend themselves with, the escapees eluded them." He maintained a neutral, matter-of-fact tone throughout, save for some noticeable bitterness regarding the Skyborne's grounding during the Sacrifice.

"The Magistrates have yet to hold a proper conference. Word is still spreading, but it is said that the protective wards around Iracot as a whole have begun to fail."

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"Don't call me milord. Edward will do, matey." Edward smiled and collected another bottle of rum from a crew-member passing by, not that the airman had realized it, mind you. The captain uncorked the bottle and tipped it down his gullet, savoring the bronze liquid and then offering the bottle to the knight.

"Very well, Martellus. It looks like the duty of protecting the skies falls us once more, it'll be an honor to fight among your knights and sky monsters, especially since they did this to my face." The pirate pointed to the vicious scars that crisscrossed his face in the pattern of claw marks on his face.

It was not a secret that Edward and his brother had fought a wild bunch of griffons when they sailed the high skies, fighting tooth and nail with the beasts, his brother had passed unscathed, but Edward had been gored by the claws of one of the beaked predators, as the crew liked to tell that tale to any new airmen that joined up with them.

"You know, I paid for the bloody bitch, but I've yet to get a kiss like that." Edward whispered to the knight, grinning and throwing a thumbs up to his brother who was part way up the Crow's Nest. "Careful up there brotha! You're getting old!"

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Lorraine pulled away from Cyrus and gave him a wolfish grin. There was something predatory in her gaze but he may have missed it due to the second slap across his face.

"You cost me money. I do not appreciate eet," Lorraine stated with a disapproving look. She then leaned forward and whispered something that only Cyrus could hear.

"Even if eet was zee best I 'ave ever 'ad," the woman cooed in his ear. She laughed low in her throat and then examined the satisfying smudge of pink paint on the front of his armor.

"Eet looks good on you," she said to him. "Now, take me down to zee city. These frères are too slow for me. I will make eet worth your time, hm?"

"J'ai envie de toi. Tu me rends folle." Lorraine smiled innocently at what she had said. She had taught him a word or two of her language but she did not know if Cyrus retained any of it.

"Capitaine Edward, I believe zee good knight 'ere will take me down to a decent room in your ward," Lorraine called over her shoulder. It didn't seem like she was giving Cyrus much choice or care that he was on duty. She was a woman that expected to be catered to and always have her demands met.

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Frederick had begun climbing down when he heard Edward's taunting. Given he was a few moments older, he often got that side of jokes; he, in turn, pretended Edward was still a child. Though he felt justified given some of his more immature pursuits. "At least I know which way is up," he calls back down to the man. It was something of a half-assed response, given he in actuality didn't much care for the idea of falling.

Having set his feet on solid ground again, he looks towards the Spire; they were approaching it at a steady pace, though it was apparently too slow for Lorraine. She had apparently convinced the Knight to take her down upon his Wyvern, and she was telling Edward this would be the case.

A twinge of annoyance flickers across Frederick's face. The woman had been freed from slavery and acted as if she owned everything already. Frederick had never been much of a jealous man- with a brother like his, he simply couldn't afford to be- but seeing her lavish such attention on a mere Knight, Skyborne though he may be, got him annoyed to a degree.

Still. He didn't wish to try undermining his brother's authority, relatively fledgling as it was. He would simply need to have a good talk with Lorraine after the fact.

"Cut engine power," he then bellows to the crew. "Prepare for docking!"

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Receiving the second slap as expected, Cyrus turns his face to stare down at the perplexing woman. Apparently their time together was as enjoyable for her as it had been for him, though they hadn't spoken much of it during his visits. Something about her praise made him swell with pride, taking pleasure in the prowess he had exhibited.

It was as she made note of the new paint on his armor that he, too, noticed it for the first time. She was covered in it of course, but Cyrus hadn't really noticed it- just the woman underneath. And now, his armor had some rather suggestive looking smudges on it.

Looking back up at her, he gives her a rather blank expression. Something something you, you something crazy. She was perhaps calling him crazy. He hadn't really followed much of the language that dripped from her tongue like warm honey, just the feeling behind them.

But, she had requested he take her down to the city, where she would 'make it worth his while.' Intriguing a prospect as that was, the Skyborne were demanded to be on full alert, and duty, no matter his interests, would always come first.

Then again, if the Magistrate was fine with it, he had no objections.

So, he simply looks towards the man and waits, standing as firm and ready as he had since stepping off of his mount, which was curled up on the comparatively small deck.



Martellus didn't seem to know what to think of his discourse with the Magistrate. On the one hand, respect was demanded; on the other, the man seemed completely adverse to being respected. He had demanded that his informal name be used, offered the on-duty Knight spirits, and whispered a rather illicit phrase to him, not to mention mocking another Magistrate.

It was a bit much for the devout Martellus to take in, but, as he was a Magistrate, he follows every word. "Very well, Edward. My thanks upon you. Fighting alongside your powerful vessels will be an honor and a boon, to be sure," he says, taking the rum and drinking a small amount. He pauses, the powerful drink affecting his senses quickly, but he doesn't cough or attempt to regurgitate it.

"A Fine vintage," he says, as dutifully as he would to any Magistrate offering him a drink. He then switches topics. "Perhaps you should simply exert your authority over her, if she is your property?" He was somewhat dull and unimaginative, at least in appearances, but that was simply how one must be in the presence of a Magistrate.

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Edward was tempted to hoist the black flag and turn his ship right around. The pirate raised a hand to rap twice on the leather gorget, making sure his brother saw. It was a brotherly gesture between them, a signal, they used to stay awake on their fathers airship and communicate though knocking on the wall between their bedrooms, they'd invented an entire alphabet of knocks.

Edward turned to face Martellus and grinned again. "It's got gunpowder in it, matey. Far more a kick than your pansy wines." The pirate took another swig, gulping greedily and then strapping it to his belt. "I'd hit her, but it just don't sit right with me." The magistrate laughed, a loud booming laugh with a tuneless haha to it.

Edward would move to drape an arm around the knight's shoulder and gesture towards Iracot with his free arm. "From Rhylie, to Iracot, to the high skies. That's where we belong, matey." Edward laughed again. "Har, listen to me mate. You don't need to lick my boots, or treat me like some king or queen, that's for her.' The pirate gestured towards Lorraine. "An' er'." The pirate gestured towards the God-Queen's castle.

"Me and you, matey. We're men, you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you jack o' all shit, Marty." Edward grinned and would then attempt to swagger over to Lorraine with his new 'friend'. "You ain't gonna ask me, woman. My brotha' is the one you want to ask, keeping it between me and you." Edward looked between both knights and then Lorraine.

"He's the jealous type. You better make way for Frederick." The pirate lifted his arms up, half-danced his way towards Cyrus and laid a single finger on the smudged armor. "Otherwise, I'd have to hit you both hard enough to send you forward a couple of weeks, a little abuse didn't hurt anyone right?" Edward added, his voice dripping with malice and his smile was replaced with a ominous thin line.

Then there was a loud laugh, the smile reappeared and the pirate danced away a few meters. "I'm just fooling you, swabs, do whatever you want with the crew or what we own, who am I stand in the way of true love?" The pirate spun rather elegantly on the spot, half-bowed and nearly dropped the bottle of rum he held in his hand.

"Drink?" He said, offering the three his bottle.

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Lorraine was not amused by Edward's antics. First he had said they'd have to ask Frederick, who surely would have said no, and then he told them they could leave. The woman was trying so very hard to keep up her act of the lustful woman with Cyrus. There was a very serious reason why she needed to be on the ground and soon.

There was a package Lorraine needed to pick up. A very valuable one. Priceless. And she had informed the both of them this but apparently they had forgotten. Lorraine never told them what it was but she did stress on the fact that there was no other like it left in the world. It was the last true treasure left in Viridian, and possibly Althaea.

Lorraine scolded Edward with a look and then glanced over at Frederick. Her facade of the doting woman was broken for that split second as she looked between the two Magistrates. Hopefully that made them understand the reason she was acting like a lovesick child.

"Zee Magistrates 'ave given us permission," Lorraine chimed, taking Cyrus's arm. "We go. Now!" she barked at him, tugging him toward his mount.