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The God-Queen's Knights

"We serve the God-Queen, and her eternal vigil guides our hands."

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a character in “Althaea”, as played by The 275th

Description

The select Knights of the God-Queen herself, they bear no official title or name beyond that; for it is all they need.

The most devout and holy warriors in the Queendom without a doubt, these men and women serve with their lives to destroy all that which opposes their mighty Lady.

Knight-Commander Gabriel Envictus: Image
Over two meters tall, Gabriel Envictus is a man to be reckoned with. His face is rugged when out on the field, but he never fails to shave before placing himself before Her Eminence, even if it means using his broadsword to do so. That said, he is a handsome, charismatic man.

He holds claim to the personal title of Dragon Lord, for having slain many such beasts in the past; rumors circulate as to his status of even owning a Dragon, but these rumors have been rebuffed. He is very serious, seldom pausing to consider a joke, though he does strike an amused mood occasionally.

He wields a Greatsword in combat, a two handed beast of a weapon that was forged from black steel. Capable of using it with one hand if necessary, he has trained unceasingly in its use as both an offensive and defensive weapon. He also wears steel, spiked armor, the helm of which has wicked wings curving up from the sides.


Knight-Lord Charles Tartarus: Image
The noble and dour second in command of Her Own Knights, Charles is gaunt faced, tall, and skinny. He is quiet in his movements, often entering or leaving a room without notice.

Even more stiff than Gabriel, Charles is unerring in his duty to the Queen, placing it above all else. He is ruthless in his pursuit of those who would dare speak or stand against her, often-times acting on his own and slaying as he sees fit. He looks forward to commanding the Knights in a more direct fashion, but his ambition would never allow him to undermine Gabriel's authority. He calls himself The Will of Iracot.

His preferred weapon is a runic Longsword, imbued with the power of the Light. He wears extravagant armor into battle, adorned with silver and gold wings and scales, with a high-peaked helm allowing him to stand out in even the thickest of fighting.


Knight-Master Vidius Dancin: Image
The third and final Knight of rank in the Order, Vidius is young, strong, and willing. His prowess in battle is thanks to his movements, which see him moving swiftly through the enemy lines, often singing and shouting war cries.

Vidius is often considered by outsiders to be unstable. He reveres the God-Queen above all else, and his devotion is greater than many. He also looks up to both Gabriel and Charles, and bows to their will. The instability stems from his desire to do all that he can in the name of Duty. He is pleasant, jovial, even a touch naive at times, among more social functions. Once he is in battle however, he becomes ruthless, swift, and deadly. The other knights often call him Dancer, due to his surname's similarity to his chosen form of battle.

Vidius wears light armor, leather covered in gold and imbued with onyx. He carries only one weapon into battle; a steel Longsword, engraved with gold and obsidian, which blood seldom seems to stain.


Knight-Herald Dunkel Sarkonnen: Image
The Standard-bearer of the Knights, Dunkel is one of the shorter, though no less physically able men. He has pale skin and sullen eyes, but despite his grim looks he's one of the more devout members of the Order.

A very devout member of the order, Dunkel is often seen as humorless. In actuality, his duties see him spending most of his time in the Libraries, where he studies lore and battle strategies to bring before his superiors. He's really quite entertaining to be around, or so he tells people. Due to his habits, the rest of the Knights call him Bookworm.

Dunkel rides into combat with only the Standard banner and a short, broad sword. Often, he will simply use the standard as his weapon, striking as a spear with the bladed bottom of the shaft, and striking bluntly with the top symbol. He is very skilled with using the weapon as such, often times never using his sword. He wears a rather standard variation of the Knight's armor, with the exception of fur-lined gauntlets and cloak.






Knight Legionnaire Marcus Salazar: Image
Only having been a member of the Knights for a few years now, Marcus is one of the youngest. Of middling height, he can scarcely grow facial hair, though that which grows from his head is often longer than regulation.

He was chosen from amongst the Palace staff to join the Knights, when he expressed his devotion to the God-Queen. Formerly a chef's assistant, the Knights have him do most of the cooking. As such, he is sometimes referred to as Potato, based on a dish he is most proud of.

Marcus' equipment is rather standard. He carries a number of spears, which he is adept at both throwing and using for offensive and defensive purposes. He also has a tower shield, and a short sword. His armor is steel and cloth, light fitting and designed for mobility. His helmet, the most unique piece of his set, is a tall cone with a horse-tail crest.


Knight Legionnaire Charley Sweepers: Image
A truly massive man, standing taller than Gabriel and having more mass than even Enrico, he is tan and scarred from his previous life.

Charley is a former barbarian who was captured in one of many purge campaigns. Shown the truth of the God-Queen, he was an easy convert, and now serves as one of the most loyal, if simple and brutal among them. While many of the Knights were uneasy with his presence at first, he has proven to be a most capable, and quick learning addition to Her army. Despite this, the rest of the Knights have chosen to nick-name him Barbarian.

Similar to his past, he fights with medium weight, steel and leather Knight armor, and a massive double-bladed Axe.


Knight-Legionnaire Andre Razel: Image
By far the most devout soldier in Her retinue. Andre is of moderate size, dark skinned, and clean disposition, he bears his battle scars with pride.

Andre is often in the Chapel, reading scripture or praying. He fears not for his soul; it is simply what he enjoys doing. Ever since he was a youth, he dreamed of giving his Life to the God-Queen, and he was an eager recruit when he was finally chosen. One unique quality of his is a strange psychological make-up that prevents mental conditioning or magiks from working on him; his utter devotion simply does not allow it. This has earned him the nickname of 'Blank.'

He wears heavy steel armor into battle, adorned with purity seals blessed by the God-Queen herself it is said. He also keeps Her Holy Word on his person at all times, attached to his armor by a thick iron chain. His chosen weapon is a large Halberd, allowing him to slash, stab, and charge his way through battle, often while reciting verses of devotion.







Knight Legionnaire Enrico Vaseli: Image
The most physically imposing Knight, aside from Charley. Pale skinned, with many scars, a few of which are self inflicted into symbols of devotion.

Enrico is one of the oldest Knights, and his clear devotion sometimes borders on the utterly fanatic. He is commonly called upon to act as Executioner, and he slays any who dare go against the God-Queen's word, either openly or by his thought of intent. His murderous streaks of thought, despite their devoted bearing, have earned him the whispered name of Devil, or more openly as Reaper.

Enrico's armor is made of black steel, lined with gold and engraved with markings of skulls and bones, playing to the rumors and fears about him. His favored weapon is a custom built scythe, the haft of which was crafted from the spine of a Dragon, reinforced with steel. The blade itself is much like his armor, black steel with engravings of gold.










Knight Legionnaire Quinn Lemons: Image
The oldest Knight still serving in Her name, Quinn is a grizzled old man by this point, who despite his long term of service has few scars to speak of. His face is partially concealed behind a gray-blond beard.

Quinn has been dutifully serving the God-Queen for decades, even longer than Gabriel. His lack of promotion is self-chosen, having preferred being on the front of any conflict, just another grunt, rather than being someone of importance to be taken out of the picture. He is one of the two Shield Guard. Many of the Knights refer to him simply as 'Old man.'

Quinn uses mostly standard equipment, steel armor and longsword, though he is one of only two Knights to use a shield. He also wears a beret cap, rather than a helmet.


Knight Legionnaire Calvin Hammond: Image
Another young Knight, he is strong and highly skilled, having previously been in the Army. One of the more sociable Knights, as well.

Calvin, a former soldier, happened to be present at one of the God-Queen's appearances, and became a highly devoted man that moment. Through his connections in the Army, he managed to get himself presented before Gabriel, who took him into the Order. He is one of the two Shield Guard. He is of eager personality, and often flirts or otherwise consorts with women not of noble bearing, having been a lesser man himself until recently. He is often referred to as Valor, due to his status as a Shield Guard.

Calvin wears heavy armor into battle, and carries two rune covered long-swords. He often only uses one at a time, instead opting for his shield in the off-hand.


Knight Legionnaire Luna Darica: Image
One of the few female Knights, Luna is tall compared to most, even taller than many of the men. Despite this, she has gentle, if largely unremarkable features, her most noticeable quirk being her dysfunctional left arm.

A veteran Knight, Luna was a former Shield Bearer until a battle cost her the use of her left arm for anything approaching dedicated battle duties. While her disappointment at losing her status as Shield Bearer is evident, she continues to hone herself as a capable warrior, adopting a single-handed combat style with her chosen blade. The Knights sometimes refer to her as 'Righty.'

Luna fights in Templar battle-dress, a long, flowing cloak under which she wears her more protective armor. Since her injury, she has adopted lighter armor, to help her adapt to the quicker pace of single-handed fighting. Her blade is wide, flat, and designed for quick deep strikes.










Knight-Errant Shein Clovin: Image
The newest and, by far, most unconventional of the Knights. He is somewhat short, and not as physically strong as the others, though he is very quick on his feet and very capable at riding

Shein is a very unconventional member of Her Knights. He has never held a blade in his life, and has the least personal devotion to the God-Queen among any of them; his call to duty is simply that of maintaining the Army's cohesion, and it was his luck to have been submitted to Her Knights. He is officially a runner, a messenger, and a herald. The Knights often call him Eagle.

Shein is the only knight who is seldom parted with his horse, even when in the City on official business. He is still a more than capable runner without the steed, however. His usual equipment is consisted of simple leather armor, studded with engraved iron balls and bars, and a pair of pistols. While he has never once used a blade in defense of himself or another, he is frighteningly capable with his flintlocks.


Knight-Legionnaire Ostdarva Fandiv: Image
Another veteran member of the Knights, and another one of the more curious among them. Tall, dark skinned, and possessing a full, black beard.

Ostdarva is a Knight of the highest devotion, placing his safety second to that of the God-Queen's empire in all respects. His willingness to place himself in danger to deliver the most good, coupled with his unique talents with a rifle, made him a valuable marksman, a task that most of the Knights would only be able to gawk at. He is commonly referred to as Long-arm, by both the Knights and those in the army.

Ostdarva goes into battle in thick, padded leather armor, and carries two weapons; one, a simple short sword, is used for his personal defense. The other is his primary weapon, and that which he exhibits the highest skill; a Marksman's Rifled Blunderbuss. Having outfitted that special device with a glass magnification tube and a pair of rods with which to steady it on terrain, he can fire the solid, massive slugs faster, farther, and with a much higher mortality rate than almost any archer.


Knight-Legionnaire Dravinglov Cadanche: Image
The second oldest, and largely most unstable member of the Knights. While he holds that most venerable status, he is not altogether too old, being barely into his forties. His features speak of a younger aged man, being quick to express himself via his soft face and flowing body language.

Dravinglov is one of the longest lasting Knights of the order, having been a Knight-Errant when Gabriel, Charles, and Quinn were some of the only few Knights still around today. He is by far the most skilled combatant, diverse in his techniques, and completely uncaring for the lives of himself or his opponents, and sometimes his fellow Knights. He tought Ostdarva how to use the MRB, initially. The Knights, due to his personality, nick-name him Wardog.

Dravinglov marches into battle wearing little more than padded leather, and sometimes even nothing but his Knight tunic and steel pauldrons. His weaponry is much more diverse, however. Prepared for any death that may come seek him, the Knight's curious array of armament includes a short, broad sword, four Flintlock pistols, a number of small gun-powder tubes which can be lit and thrown for explosive affect, and a Marksman's Blunderbuss, which is his primary choice.

Knight-Legionnaire Naya Gachorgo: Image
A young woman who was caught by Gabriel when she snuck into the Knight's Barracks. She is of average size for a woman, though quite striking to look upon, especially with her distinctive silver hair.

Naya had snuck into the Knight's Barracks several years ago, desperate for food. Caught by Gabriel and too weak to resist, he had taken mercy on her and allowed her to stay long enough to regain her health. For the compassion of Gabriel and the Knights, she took oaths to defend the God-Queen with her life, and so joined the ranks. Devout to the God-Queen, she harbors a secret attachment to Gabriel, as well, which only a very select few of her closest female companions within the Knights have any knowledge of. She was given the nick-name 'Trap' as a result, much to the confusion of the male cadre.

Naya's battle garb consists of a simple, medium weight suit of armor, mostly black steel covered in sigils and markings, and a Knight's Tabard. Her chosen weapons are twin blades, one of black steel, the other of pure steel, with bands of silver throughout.






Skyborne Knight-Legionnaire Martellus Rathjin: Image
One of the Knight's Skyborne troops, Martellus is a powerful man. His black hair seems forever scorched, regardless of what he might try to do with it; such was the price of his taming the beast he now rides into combat, one of the Knight's Wyverns. The Wyvern, named Retribution, is a larger specimen itself, adorned in a tabard and think armor, including a metal spike atop its head.

Martellus is one of the older Knights, having served as a Skyborne since he was a youth. Chosen to be bound to one of the beasts at a young age, he has no concept of shirking his duties; he is devout, plain and simple.

Like many Skyborne, Martellus' primary weapon is his Wyvern. For close defense against anything that might grab the beast's vulnerable neck, he carries a massive Pike, as well as a standard Musket for firing at targets outside both of their range.



















Skyborne Knight-Legionnaire Cyrus Avalant: Image
A Skyborne Knight, Cyrus is less stocky than many, being more suited to quick riding and lithe combat maneuvers with his beast. A handsome man, marred by the loss of one eye, he is nevertheless a charismatic- and somewhat politically dangerous influence amongst the Knights, despite (or perhaps because of) his youth.

One of a new generation of Skyborne, Cyrus lost his eye during an engagement on Iracot's borders. Despite this he has continued to serve dutifully with his steed, Inquisitor. He is a dangerous influence among many of the other Knights, due in part to his lesser loyalty to the God-Queen and a more pronounced position for the Magistrates, who he sees as the true power. Devout though he is, he knows who files his pay.

Like many Skyborne, Cyrus' primary weapon is his Wyvern. He also wields a powerful Glaive, which he can use both offensively and defensively with great skill. Unlike many other Skyborne who prefer rifled weapons for long range, Cyrus uses- with incredible skill- a longbow.

So begins...

The God-Queen's Knights's Story

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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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#, as written by Gasmask
"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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Nyvereth was waiting at the very corner to Shiabiann's chambers. The door had been left opened and the Drak-Sen had heard every word. While she could not speak the humans' language very well, she could understand them very clearly. The sweet man was going to be killed. Nyvereth felt as if she had to do something to save his life.

When Shein walked past her, Nyvereth tugged on his arm to grab his attention. The expression on her face was grave and sad for the man. The sadness was so overwhelming there were tears that glittered in her eyes. Her mouth worked in an attempt to speak to Shein.

"I... s-sorry," Nyvereth managed. She heard footsteps coming down the hall from Shiabiann's office. The Drak-Sen tugged on his arm in an attempt to lead him down another hall that led to the ladies' rooms.

"I... help," she said with a hopeful smile.

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Shien still burned with a growing rage at his treatment, fighting with his sense of duty. He almost didn't notice when Nyvereth took his arm. His first instinct was the thrust her away, but when he looked on her face, the anger at everything he felt was quickly twisted into a hurt knot in his belly.

He'd thought the woman to be no more than a pleasure girl, really. That she cared as much for him as any would-be client. His naivety didn't let the thought that she simply wanted what money he had left enter his mind.

She had apologized to him. Thinking she meant for forcing herself on him, he shakes his head sadly. "I- Don't fret yourself," he begins to say, before she's tugging his arm to bring him deeper into the harem.

"I... help," she said. Shien frowns briefly, wondering if she sought to entrap him, bring his end sooner... or maybe she meant to make his final hours enjoyable. Softening his expression, he relents and follows her.

His mind was still reeling from the news of his impending death, but at that moment his thoughts lingered on the woman. What was her game? Shien had never known a thing of political intrigue. Was this part of that? Or did she genuinely have some sort of interest in him? The kiss... he thought, at least, felt meaningful.

Before he knew what was going on, he had been led into the ladies' rooms.

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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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#, as written by Gasmask
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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Nyvereth led them both into a small room. There was nothing more than a narrow bed, an wooden table and chair, and a small bookcase with no books. A wardrobe took most of the space in the small room. It was overflowing with colorful frocks and clothes. Other than the clothes, everything else seemed barren and bare. It looked more like the room of a slave than an employed free woman.

Nyvereth closed the door behind them both without a sound. She pressed her ear up against the door and continued to listen for a minute or two. When she was satisfied with whatever she was listening for the Drak-Sen nodded and pulled away from the door. Nyvereth then used a small talent of her species.

Wedging her finger between the door and the frame, the stone lit up like melting steel. She was welding the door shut for good. If Shein attempted to stop her, he would find out quick that Nyvereth was far stronger than he realized and she would be immovable.

When it was done and complete, Nyvereth then turned to face Shein and studied him. The Drak-Sen shook her head is disapproval. She went to him with a gentle smile, placed her hands on his face, and gave him a soft kiss to reassure him that she meant no harm.

The creature's fingers then turned to loosening and removing his armor. Nyvereth took just as much care in removing it from him as she had previously. She treated him like a fragile child.

"Off," she said, gesturing to his clothes. Without another word, Nyvereth went to her wardrobe and began to dig deeply in it.

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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.

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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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Shien was resigned for whatever fate had in store for him, by this point. Whether she intended to have her way with him, allow vice-versa, or kill him, it didn't seem to matter much at that particular moment.

He did think of trying to appeal to the Knight-Commander, but he felt that would likely not work in his favor. Rather, he would be seen as a Dissenter.

Taking stock of his surroundings, he pauses. He had expected something more... lavish, given the quality of the woman he was with. At least, he assumed she was of high quality. He was inexperienced, obviously, and hadn't taken time with women. She was beautiful, if strange and exotic, and her touch was... well, unbelievable, to him.

He is pulled out of his reverie by the sounds of the door being sealed. Of all the fates laid out before him, that was something he did not expect. Perhaps she planned to lock him in and eat him? In the bad way.

When she had done with the door, she returned to him, shaking her head for some reason before walking up and kissing him. That rather forced the tough image he had placed on himself to melt away, just as surely as his knees did.

"I don't understand," he says, after finding his voice. Maybe this was just foreplay. His cheeks were already flushed, and he wasn't sure what he was going to do if... if anything, really. He was just lost, a leaf in the breeze.

Despite his lack of personal fortitude to pull on, he follows the woman's order and begins removing his clothing, sheepishly, nervously. "My.. my name is Shein," he says then, "Shein Clovin."

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"Wux tepoha vi versvesh ominak," Nyvereth said in her native language. "Shein Clovin." The Drak-Sen looked over her shoulder at the man and the corners of her eyes lifted in a smile.

"Nyvereth," she offered before the creature returned to digging through her wardrobe. Eventually she turned back to Shein and held out an assortment of men's clothes. There was a white shirt and dark brown pants, even the necessary undergarments. Nyvereth placed them on the bed and then took out a long black cloak from the wardrobe. She placed that too along with the clothes.

"Si charis batobot si mi yscik ekess houpe wux vur batobot jaciv geou clax wux kiri," Nyvereth said to herself with a frown on her face.

"We... go. Leave. Soon," the Drak-Sen said to Shein. She then held up a finger as if telling him to hold his thoughts. Nyvereth took Shein's hand and ran her smooth fingers along his forearm. A look of deep thought and concentration came over the creature's lovely face. A song hummed between her lips, a low and sad but sweet song.

"I... sorry," Nyvereth whispered before she leaned forward and placed a tender kiss against his forearm. Her hands then moved quickly to cover the sensitive skin of his forearm. A burning like molten lava would be felt by Shein but if he did not let the pain blind him, the man would see that there was no harm being done to him.

In fact, the shape of a feather was forming underneath his skin, glowing like the fire that he felt.

A Dragoon's Mark.

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Shien looks at her intently as she speaks, having absolutely no clue what she was actually telling him. It made him feel a little uneasy. She could be saying he was the most attractive man she'd ever seen, or mocking his sheepishness. When she said his name, he was further disconcerted, though when she began placing clothing on the bed, her intentions became clear.

"Oh," he says, turning incredibly red. He was ashamed at the thoughts he had, pertaining to what she might've been planning. That she wanted to help him escape hadn't even crossed his mind. "I... I appreciate it, but..." he pauses when she belts out another tirade of speech he didn't understand.

His cheeks were burning. She was so... sensual. Beautiful, too, which made it worse. Her touching and kissing and closeness and... well, how they'd met had planted a seed in his mind that wasn't going away any time soon. She was humming a sweet something or other as she stroked his arm, as if teasing him.

When she apologized and kissed his arm, he really wasn't sure what to think until his arm started burning. "What did you do," he asks, with sudden alarm, trying to free himself- but her grip was strong, and he was more concerned about the fact his arm seemed to be melting than with freeing himself. Clenching his teeth, he looks at her in bewilderment, completely lost once more.

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The pain receded and Shein's skin was undamaged. The Mark, however, remained.

"You understand me now," Nyvereth said. It was not that she was speaking his common language but that he could now understand hers.

"I am a dragon, Shein. There is someone that is freeing me from my slavery. I do not want you to die," Nyvereth said to Shein. "I Marked you and now you are my Rider. Come," she said to him. "Put on the cloak. There is not much time left. You may ask me questions while we leave."

Nyvereth stripped from her own clothes and donned something less lavish. Her outfit resembled Shein's new one. Although, where the man had been shy to show his body Nyvereth had not been. Her body was sleek and toned to perfection. Her scales glittered in the low light. There was no a single mark on her body, nor blemish, nor imperfection.

"Come," Nyvereth said as she pressed a secreted switch inside the wardrobe. She climbed into it and disappeared.

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When the pain left, all that remained was a very bewildered Shein. Staring at Nyvereth, it took him a few moments to realize he was understanding her dragon-speak. "You... I..." he gapes at her, then looks down at his arm. He was still standing there, stark naked, he realized. Still furiously red, he hurries to the bed and starts to dress himself.

"I'm.. Er. Thank you," he finally blurts out, exhaling his shock. "I... I don't... I can't even..." Looking over his shoulder at her, he turns away quickly, seeing that she too was changing. When he had dressed himself, he waited a few moments, twining his fingers together. He had so many questions, and yet, he almost didn't want to know the answers; a man like him, being a Dragon Rider...

He had heard the rumors, of course, that Dragons could take a human form, but it had always been said to be complete- not like this. And he didn't believe them, anyway. And now, here he was, living the dream... not even a Skyborne, he was now a... well, Almost a Dragoon.

He shakes his head, snapping out of it, and follows her through the wardrobe. The only articles he had kept from his past life were his twin Flintlocks, and their various amenities.

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Shein had been led into a tunnel between the walls of the palace. The Drak-Sen waited for the man to appear. Nyvereth checked over Shein, her fingers ran over him and made sure his cloak was closed properly. As she pulled up his hood to cover his face, Nyvereth leaned forward and placed a kiss to his cheek.

That strange swell of emotion for Shein had come back; the same one that had arisen when she had first laid eyes on the man. Now that Shein was almost a physical and mental part of her, he too would be able to feel that overwhelming emotion... if he tried. The man was untrained however and Nyvereth fully intended to train him herself just as the first dragon had done to his rider.

In the semi-dark Nyvereth could see just fine but she knew that limitations that Shein had. His sight would not fare so well and the path was dangerous at spots. Seeing through her eyes would not be any good to him. Instead, a flame erupted from her clawed hand and she held it out for Shein.

"Take it. It will not burn you. No more can fire hurt you," Nyvereth said as she gently took his hand and placed the ball of flame in it. "But beware the cold. It will harm you, and perhaps kill you if great enough." And true to her word, the flame did not hurt Shein.

"Come. There is not much ti-" Nyvereth's words were cut off at the sound of a heavy thump coming from inside her room. She turned to look through the hidden passage. She neared it and on the other side the sound of rocks hitting the stone floor was heard. Nyvereth backed up quickly and grabbed Shein.

"Run! That way! Go!" she urged him in a whisper. Nyvereth pushed him forward, letting him lead while she watched their tail.

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It wasn't so much a sudden swell of emotion as it was that he had been riding a wave of emotion ever since the door to Shiabiann's chambers first opened. The shifts had been extreme, from mild fear, to extreme arousal, to nervousness, resignation, adoration, mild worry, back to arousal, and now... well, he wouldn't admit to being aroused, but he was certainly feeling... affection. He wouldn't admit to anything more than that, not aloud. As much as he could sense Nyvereths' emotions, however, surely she would be able to sense his, as well.

He didn't realize that yet, however, in either way. He simply followed, half like a lost puppy following a new owner, and half trying desperately to retain some of his Knightly training and compose himself.

When she handed him the flame, it took him a moment to register that he was physically holding fire. That was something new. He was about to comment, until the sound of the door behind them being beaten in cut him off. Grabbing one of his Flintlocks, he prepared to run back, with gun in one hand and fire in the other, but Nyvereth's words brought him back to reality.

If they had broken that door down, it was probably Shiabiann's Succubi... or something worse. Magistrates had immense power, after all. He, trained only in basic fighting techniques, and in close quarters- with only his pistols and whatever new abilities he didn't know of- wouldn't stand much of a chance.

As much as it pained him to look a coward in front of Nyvereth, he does the more intelligent thing and follows her instructions, bolting down the passage.

And bolt he did, swift as if he knew them by heart. Part of that may have been an influence from Nyvereth, but he was a naturally good runner, and while tight corridors and underground passages weren't his forte, he was skilled at it nonetheless.

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Selwyn had been taking great pleasure in Calvin squirming. He knew he had won this round, however had expected more to come from the young Knight who had been attempting to make his name in Iracot. Selwyn had always made it a point to keep an eye on those who showed promise in becoming a prominent figure in not only the average citizenship, but also the political and noble game of Iracot. One thing the Magistrate did not count on was the Knight actually having an actual message from Gabriel for him. He took the scroll from the young man and offered a shallow bow.

"Calvin Hammond, I thank you for your...punctuality...with the delivering of this message," he emphasized the word 'punctuality' as his hands skillfully unraveled the note. His endlessly deep chestnut eyes quickly scanned the words written in the Knight Commander's handwriting.

'The Wards have fallen. -Knight Commander G. Envictus.'

Selwyn's heart stopped in his chest. This was not good. Not good.

The magical wards had been up for centuries, if not longer, protecting Iracot from all outside invasion; magical or otherwise. If they were down, they were brought down intentionally. This was no accident or random occurence. After all, Selwyn did not believe in coincidence.

Between the whispers of rebellion coming from the Agriculture Ward, the God-Queen Sarene marrying a husband not of the Magistrates' choosing, and now this, there was much needed to be discussed between himself and Magistrate Shiabiann that could not wait until morning. Selwyn needed to speak with her. Tonight.

Despite the chaos ensuing, Selwyn's face remained in the half-smile he frequently wore, not betraying any of his true emotion. He turned to bearer of the message.

"Calvin Hammond, please enjoy the remainder of the party here at my tavern," he offered with a deep bow. "You are dismissed," ensuring the other man had left the room, he turned his attention towards Cordelia.

"My lady, please accept my sincere apologies for this inconvenience. I do hope you have been enjoying yourself, and pray to the God-Queen herself for more opportunities like this," the Magistrate moved forward to her chair and placed his hands upon hers before going down to one knee so that their gaze were level. "Unfortunately, the time for business has come far quicker than I had anticipated," Selwyn said, his eyes noting her every minor facial movement. He needed to garner more information about how the strikingly beautiful, blue-eyed Knight truly felt and where her loyalties were placed, or would potentially be placed, before he revealed too much of his true intention to her.

"I have urgent business with Magistrate Xao-Lai that cannot wait until tomorrow morning, and must travel to the castle tonight. And though I know you are off duty, and a Knight of the God-Queen's army, I also know of your tremendous skill in battle, and would like to enlist you as my personal companion for the evening," he spoke while beginning to slowly stroke the inside of her arms with his fingertips, ever so gently, smiling up at her all the while.

"As my guard, as my partner in travel, and most importantly, as someone I simply intend to spend much more time with. What say you, Cordelia Ightlor?"