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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

So begins...

Lorraine Morellus's Story

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"Very well then," Cyrus replies, somewhat unsurely. He didn't question it, given the man was a Magistrate, but then he was still made somewhat curious by Lorraine's rather... forward, eager stance. He didn't really understand it.

It was irrelevant, however. "By your leave then, Magistrate." Turning towards the other Brother, Frederick, he bows his head. "And yours, Magistrate. Martellus shall remain to guard your vessels, while I guard your..." he pauses, uncertain of the proper term to use for the woman; concubine would certainly offend somebody. "Friend," he finishes lamely.

With Lorraine grasping his arm, he pulls her close to him and climbs deftly up the side of his Wyvern; it growls and howls briefly before he puts the spurs to it. It was not used to other passengers, much less those who smelled so... feral.

With a final salute to the men around him, and with Lorraine held around the waist in front of him, he spurs his steed into the sky.

For any other woman, it would have been rather exhilarating, being held by a Knight whilst riding one of the fiercest creatures in the realm. For Lorraine, it may have been less interesting. Cyrus was not usually a man to flaunt his skills- and time seemed to be of the essence to Lorraine- but he could not resist urging his mount into a few tight banks and minor tricks while flying down through the spires and structures of the Guilds Ward.

He had a relative idea of where the Magistrate's quarters were in the Guilds Ward, namely, around the Spire. He regretted he would have to tell her he was unable to stay... but, perhaps she would be willing to reschedule.


Martellus seemed somewhat out of his element, left on the ship with the Brothers and their crews. He accepted another drink, rather quietly, before handing the bottle back.

He was not at all used to a Magistrate practically telling him to be a buddy. For the proper Knight, that was a rather difficult concept. "M'l... Edward," he says, frowning slightly. "You recognize it is... untoward for a Knight to consort so with a Magistrate on a personal level. Not that I would deny you, of course, but I am out of my element." God-queen bless him, he was at least trying.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Edward wasn't one too be fooled by the charming and the knight's own attempts to be subtle. The pirate ignored it however, it wasn't his business to get too involved in this complicated backstabbing, charming and fucking. Edward liked to do the stabbing from the front, at the very last moment. It was part of being a pirate, not that he was much of one anymore. The captain gave them a lazy wave and walked up the deck, dancing out out of the way with his arms up as to not collide with any of the crew, signalling Martellus to follow him. "Well y'see matey. Not much use for sir and all that pig shit they tell you about respect up here, that's gonna lead to a mutiny. Not that'd any of the crew would do it up here, mind ya'." Edward said, grinning that smile of his.

The wards, he didn't need to worry much about them. If the wards went down and everything went to pig shit. Edward and his crew would do the only thing the other magistrates expected of him, cut his losses, loot, pillage, rape and murder his way out of the city and cut his losses. Just like any self-respecting pirate, that's what he and his brother would do right? Edward thought deeply then shook his head. The pirate coudn't do that anymore, that type of reckless thinking had him chased around the Rhylie Seas. It was time to act sensible and stick to this deal to the end, even if it was only for one person.

The Joint Magistrate cut his thinking short, turning his head up and booming up at his brother.

"Brotha'! How long till dockin'?"

Frederick had been watching the descending Wyvern for a few moments when Edward's words broke him out of his trance. Looking towards the man, he strides to the edge of the helm deck and looks down at his brother.

"Shortly," he replies, gesturing towards the Spire, which was looming on their bow now. Then, he shouts to the rest; "All hands, throw on the ropes! Pull us into dock!" He'd had quite enough waiting for one day. Jumping down lithely next to his Brother and the Knight, presuming he followed as instructed, Frederick gives the latter a nod of respect before turning to Edward. "We've got to attend a meeting," he says. "I hadn't wanted to tell you, lest you decide to leave, but all the Magistrates are to convene for a conference. I haven't been made privy to the specifics, but I'm sure it will be quite boring."

He shrugs, and sighs, looking out across the sky. "I miss it already," he remarks idly.

Edward choked on the rum he was drinking. "You mean, that the rest of your magistrate friends interrupt sky flying for..." The pirate sighed. "I get to smuggle rum in, right?" Frederick looks at the Knight and then back at Edward. He supposed the Knight may not care particularly, but he didn't know who else might be filling his pockets- and the other Magistrates probably wouldn't appreciate the news that they had a slightly illegitimate smuggling operation going. He was about to tell Edward not to speak so boldly of it, before he realized he meant smuggle rum into the meeting. "Oh, of course. Bring all the rum you like, I'm sure some of the tight suits would love it. Or they may be repulsed, which would be far more amusing."

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#, as written by Maree
Flying was not Lorraine's passion. In fact, the woman was terrified of it. The entire time that Cyrus rode in the sky, Lorraine clutched at whatever was in front of her for dear life. Flying in an airship was easy. There was a floor, walls, a ceiling when she was inside the hull. When on an actual living thing, it horrified Lorraine.

It didn't help that Cyrus was making the torture even more cruel but making his wyvern sport. He was probably doing it just to impress her too! Maybe her spine being more ridge than a stone slab would give him a good signal that she was not enjoying it one bit!

All Lorraine could do was close her eyes until it was all over. She was even saying a prayer beneath her breath even though Lorraine was not a fond supporter of the God-Queen. Faith had a way of surfacing when having near death experiences, however.

It was taking all her inner strength to not scream like a child.

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"Of course," Martellus replies to Edward's speech. Despite what he said, it was hard not to pay respect to a Magistrate, even one so... seemingly incompetent. Even thinking that would have been cause for lashings, in Martellus' eyes.

Decidedly uncomfortable amongst the two men, Martellus takes the first chance to extricate himself from them in a respectful manner. This comes in the form of Frederick ordering 'all hands' to throw the guiding ropes.

Eager to do something worthwhile, Martellus salutes without a word, and goes to grab as many ropes as one man could possibly manage, preparing to pull the two ships in.

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Cyrus was not oblivious to Lorraine's discomfort, and it struck him as a bit odd that she might fear flight, in the arms of a Man among Knights, as she was.

Still, as any gentleman would, he proceeds to the ground as hastily and steadily as possible. His mount seemed to be displeased with the sudden change in maneuvers, but he paid it no mind; there would be another time for tricks.

As they come to the ground, amidst the morning streets of the Guilds Ward, the passerbys would probably be in awe; a Knight, and a woman covered in pink paint, riding upon a large Wyvern- which to many would appear to be a Dragon proper.

Leaping down, Cyrus lifts his arms to lift Lorraine down to the ground with him, a smile upon his face as he does so. "We have arrived," he states simply, gesturing towards the Magistrate's private housing within the Spire.

After seeing her to solid ground, he bows his head. "I regret I will not be able to take you up on your offer as yet, for I am on duty; however, perhaps I will return... tonight?" He takes her hand in one of his own, a daring grin on his face.

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#, as written by Gasmask
The Kennel Dog's helmsman twirled the wheel like it was a woman, quick and dirty, using all the cheap tricks to handle the torque of the ropes pulling. Edward didn't move to join his ship, saluting his brother and striding across the ship to stop short of Martellus with a quick smile and signaled his crew to leap over to the their own ship.

The crew moved as fast and efficient as a crew of drunkards could, pulling the ropes of the Kennel Dog and pulling the black flag down into the cabin, twirling various items on the deck and parting their ways with the crew of the Bereaved Welcome.

"Marty, t'was a pleasure meetin' ya'." The pirate delivered him a devilish grin as the crew of the Kennel Dog pulled the hooks from the side of their ship and the helmsman twirled the wheel and Edward's ship. The two fearsome predators of the sky suddenly disembarked from each other and the Kennel Dog dropped down suddenly, disappearing under the Welcome.

The magistrate carelessly threw Martellus his tricorne and stepped off the ship.

There was a loud clang from the ship below them and the Kennel Dog shot upwards at full-sail. The magistrate certainly wasn't dead, Edward was hanging off the metal ram, a hand hanging onto a rope and looked as careless as a man arguing with his wife, even though there was a drop that would kill anything below him.

Edward faced Martellus from his perch, delivering him a mocking salute with his free hand, one hand was all he needed to hang for dear life. It was now a race to the Spire, something the Kennel Dog excelled in as it shot forward to beat it's brother ship to the dock.

"Now where'd I put that rum..."

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#, as written by Aderas
Frederick stares blankly at Edward as he walks off the deck onto his own ship... in a manner of speaking. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. His brother's antics were always a bit... eccentric. Especially given he was already pulling his ship into dock, Edward would essentially be going full-speed away from the Spire, until they could get it turned about.

"Edward," he shouts, allowing his men and Martellus to pull them alongside the Spire. "I think you lost!" With a smirk on his face, he looks towards the Spire proper.

It was magnificent, something their Father had put into construction, and Frederick had finished... with a bit of not-entirely-legal assistance from Edward. The whole thing was more or less a trade hub for the Guilds, outside the Trade District, where they could barter in their own services without paying tribute to the other Magistrates.

Edward's contribution was in security. Namely, a few guards here and there, and traps for some of the higher-value areas... and break-away cannon hiding holes all over the damn thing. It was that which had given him the idea for his Begreaved Welcome.

"Well done Martellus," he says, as the ship collides with the buffers at the top of the Spire. "And well done, Men!"

The rest of the crew didn't seem entirely fond of Martellus' assistance, but they were at least appreciative of the lesser load.

The setting changes from The Guild Ward to Palace of Iracot

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#, as written by Maree
Lorraine slapped Cyrus across the face as a parting gift. It was half a punishment for flying so recklessly and asking so bluntly if she would sleep with him. Of course, Lorraine has suggested as much on the airship but that was just a way to convince the man to take her to the ground.

After she walked away a few paces, Lorraine turned around and blew a kiss to Cyrus. The poor man was just another confused soul left in the wake of Lorraine. He was not the first and would not be the last. The red-headed and fiery woman turned around a corner and disappeared.


The thick haired wolf placed its snout against the stone of the tunnels running beneath the Palace of Iracot. It was a massive creature with paws as large as a man's face. Its fur was an outstanding shade of red with gold eyes peering through the darkness of the tunnels. A growl rumbled low in its throat as the trace scents of blood filled its nostrils.

The red wolf bolted down the tunnels, taking turns that led it directly to where Nyvereth was suppose to be picked up. The smell of blood grew stronger and more distinct as the wolf bounded through the underground passages. There were different smells too; different scents intermingling.

The wolf picked up speed.


At the end of the tunnel Shein was walking down, there was a fork. He could either go left or right, or turn around. It was still several paces before he had to choose.

A shadow emerged from the right passage; a giant wolf with blood red fur. A growl echoed down the earthen hall. Those golden eyes peered at the man holding Nyvereth's body in his hands. Pearl white teeth showed as the wolf's maw pulled back in a gruesome grimace. The hair on its hackles rose and the wolf poised to attack.

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Shein had been walking at a quick pace, and for quite a long time. When he had reached the cross-roads, he was preparing to turn down the way he felt led out. A faint scent of the outside, the barest amount of light. Signs that few unused to pathfinding would notice.

The biggest sign that he was approaching an exit was the giant wolf blocking his way. Skidding to a halt, he stares at the beast. His heart skips a beat. He would die in these halls, he was certain, but he would not go down without a fight.

It was a simple enough matter to aim downrange, with the limited movement possibilities. Shein does so, firing both barrels of the pistol he bore in his hand. Just as he had done when fighting the Succubus, he throws the first pistol into the air, loosing the second and firing both of those barrels.

Against a creature of the size he was fighting, he didn't expect his simple ball-shot to do any damage. He had special explosive rounds for dealing with heavily armored or particularly large foes, but he hadn't brought any with him. Reaching up, he catches the first of the guns. He was backpedaling though; he knew that if those four shots didn't do anything, he had nothing that would.

"I'm sorry, Nyvereth," he mutters to the drained body on his shoulder.

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There came several loud yelps from Lorraine as she was shot by Shein. The wolf was slowed but not deterred. A fury shown in its golden eyes that seared into Shein. The wolf's ears perked forward when it caught the murmuring of Shein. It hesitated, looking from Shein to Nyvereth's body.

A growl rumbled deep in the wolf's body. It lifted itself from the ground where it had collapsed and it approached Shein. It limped toward him. Blood matted on its fur, darkening the already red hair. It took one step, then two. It chest heaved in the effort it took to simply walk. The wolf bared its teeth at Shein.

It golden eyes landed on the body of Nyvereth and then swooped down over Shein. The growl in the wolf's throat died to a high pitched whine. Its ears drooped. The mark on Shein's arm was noticed by the wolf and it seemed to tame her. It was no longer the bright glow it had been, but a pale image of the feather.

The fur melted away from the wolf as it collapsed back down onto the ground. A woman was left, naked and bleeding from where Shein had shot her.

"She ... marked ... you?" A tear slid from Lorraine's eye and she moaned in pain. Her hand covered a wound in her ribs. Lorraine's eyes rolled in her skull. The woman's body jerked in mild spasms of sheer agony. The shots would not kill her, but it was not a pleasant experience for Lorraine.

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Just as he had done before, Shein holsters the first gun and begins loading the second, though with one hand it was significantly more difficult. He hadn't even finished ramming the powder before the wolf before him transformed into a woman.

He goes rigid. A Werewolf. He'd heard that they prowled the dark places of the city, but that couldn't have been more than a rumor... and yet, here before him was one, and he had shot-wounded it. "She... marked... you?" It asks, before moaning in pain and collapsing.

The other gun falls to the ground. It was the first time since he'd left training that he ever let one of his guns fall. He stares for a moment longer at Lorraine, before he holsters his half-loaded pistol and stoops to pick up and do the same to his other one. "She did," he responds simply. He didn't even really register that she was naked. He was half blinded by the bright flash of his guns in the darkness, and was letting himself adjust. He could see the dimly glowing lights of the woman's eyes, however.

Stoic as any good Knight, he walks over to her and picks her up by the waist, grunting as he lifts her up over his shoulder. The two women were almost too much for him to carry, but with one dead and the other possibly dying, he had to trudge on. And so he does, back down the passage Lorraine had come from.