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Althaea

Palace of Iracot

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a part of Althaea, by Maree.

At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.

Maree holds sovereignty over Palace of Iracot, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.
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Palace of Iracot

At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.

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Palace of Iracot is a part of Iracot; The City of Thrones.

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Nyvereth Drak-Sen [20] A Drak-Sen; a dragon born into mortal form. DECEASED.
Ariadne and Endaria [18] Mirror image twin succubi sisters under the employ of Shiabiaan Xao-Li. DECEASED.
Lorraine Morellus [4] A woman once in the employ of Shiabiann who had been freed from her slavery by two Magistrate brothers.

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Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Calor Elohan
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#, as written by Maree
Inside the Palace of Iracot servants had cowered in the wake of the God-Queen. There were many bowed down at the ground, mouths moving in prayer to Sarene Iracot. Fresh cracks lined the marble walls of the palace and shards of broken pottery littered the floor. It looked like the aftermath of a quake where the God-Queen had tread inside the palace.

The doors to the God-Queen's chambers slammed shut with a boom that echoed down the quieted halls. It was apparent that none were to disturb her.

Once inside the relative safety of her rooms, the God-Queen collapsed to the floor on the lush carpets. She crossed her arms over her half-exposed chest and curled up into a ball, weeping. The paint on her face ran into the threads of the rug. How dangerous it was for the God-Queen to act weak in such a precarious moment but she could not resist. The emotions pulled at her and Sarene needed to vent through her tears.

The Magistrates were going to destroy her if control was not regained. There was an open rebellion taking place against Sarene and she could not afford it.

Trembling, the God-Queen picked herself up off the floor and stalked over to her ceiling to floor length mirror. Sarene ripped at her hair, pulling the braids from it and the jewels. The crown that had rested atop her head shattered against the marble walls of her chambers.

The shards scattered on the red carpets like stars in the sky.

Sarene Iracot ripped the gossamer gown off of her body and began to scrub the paint off of her until her skin turned pink.

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#, as written by Nevan
Calor had entered the palace, the courtyard outside the subject of quite interesting events, but never-the-less peace would soon be regained and those "treasonous" few who would dare to openly defy Sarene at one of her own executions were likely being dealt with accordingly.

No servant, guard or maiden saw him as he cast his form through the halls; turning, weaving and viewing the mess Sarene seemed to have made in her own palace. Was she upset? Understandable, he supposed. No-one expected a Goddess to be devoid of emotions, much less him. She was likely so used to security and her own way that seeing defiance like that had shook her considerably. However, Calor was there to deal with that. As was the Queen's Knights and all her other loyal servants. She would soon be able to face them again as a divine figure without worry of retaliation.

He reached the doors to her private chambers, but he did not open them or dare to trespass. Instead, he turned and leaned against their polished exteriors, turning head so as to press his ear against the wood and speak into the space where the doors joined together when shut.

"My Queen, it is I, Calor. Order is quickly being restored, the Knights weeding out any who would dare disobey you and punishing them accordingly. It seems Orfea Pathen has attempted to escape with an unknown assailant, but your Knights are pursuing them and will assuredly put them to the sword before the hour is done. If not, I will find them personally."

There was a moment of hesitation in him before he continued.

"What is it you will me to do, my Goddess?"

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Calor's voice was dismissed and went unheard by choice. There was too much to do and so little time. The Magistrates would come for the God-Queen soon and destroy her. The paint would not come off! Sarene scrubbed and scrubbed at her skin until it started to become raw. Minuscule droplets of blood started to rise on the God-Queen's skin.

She stopped rubbing at the paint and stared at the blood. The Magistrates had always forced Sarene to never bleed and warned her that if she did so they would bring about her destruction. The God-Queen smeared the blood on her arm and tried to wipe it away to get rid of the evidence of her mortality.

"Calor!" Sarene called. The woman's hands trembled in fright and she was as helpless as a child. If anyone knew what to do it was Calor, her must trusted subject. Never before had he seen her in weakness but now that things were set into motion that could not be stopped, Calor had to know the truth.

Sarene Iracot was no goddess.

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At the sound of his name being called, Calor burst in through the door as though expecting assassins to be upon her. His hand was over the hilt of his blade, his other raised as though preparing some spell. He saw no intruders, only Sarene and the state she was in. He couldn't say he hadn't expected it; that he had never had his doubts or suspicions, but when he saw her in such weakness he truly began to consider his suspicions as proved.

But that didn't matter. He had thought enough on the possibility to know that he didn't care.

Slowly, he approached her, quickly removing a silver cloth from his coat to offer her as he crouched by her side. "Do not worry, my Queen," he reassured her. "Some part of me has always known; you do not have to utter a word. No matter your nature, you are still the God-Queen I swore to serve and protect. You are still a woman, with a living body that has desires and can feel pain."

He looked at the smeared pink on her arms and slowly shook his head.

"Goddess or no, divine will put you on that throne. Divine will dictates you keep it. One day you will pass from this world and be reborn as a true Deity... Until then, this blood proves your morality. It proves you live, that you have true power. What good can a dead God do? The power to take and create life is still yours, my Queen."

He attempted to place a hand on hers.

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Sarene placed her fingers on Calor's lips to quiet him. She looked about the room as if expecting intruders to burst through the doors at any given moment.

"Divine will did not place me on the throne of Iracot, Calor," Sarene said in a near whisper. "The Magistrates have all the power. I am their doll; their puppet. I am not a goddess but a tool of the Magistrates. What happened today at the Sacrifice, my failure, is unacceptable. They will come for me and they will destroy me, Calor."

"Shh, do not speak," she urged Calor, knowing that he was about to declare his ability to protect her even against the Magistrates.

"I have to leave, tonight," Sarene said, removing her fingers from the man's mouth. The icy demeanor that the God-Queen had always harbored was absent. It was as if another woman entirely sat before Calor yet one that still looked like his God-Queen. She had dropped the facade the Magistrates forced her to bear and had become the personality that was secretly hidden away in her mind.

"Come with me Calor," the God-Queen said. "Let us leave this place and find a new home. I no longer want this... I want to be free from the Magistrates and from Iracot. We will leave Viridian altogether and let it fall to ruin on its own."

"I cannot do this without you, Calor." Sarene's turquoise eyes searched for the answer in Calor's. He had all the power to report her confession to the Magistrates. He could be the beginning of her destruction or Calor could whisk Sarene away into the night under disguise and free her from the tyranny of the Magistrates.

In that moment it was Calor who was the god.

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"Your place, my Queen, is here and on your throne. You seem scared, confused; might I dare say not thinking straight? You say the Magistrates hold the real power, but I disagree. Your people hold the real power and it is you they worship, adore and follow as Queen, not them. As you sit on your throne and make this country what you wish it to be, I can take my sword and kill the Magistrates. I can give all power to you and you alone, so that you can make your own decisions and not be subject to the decisions made for you."

He was giving her everything. Even if he took into account the possibility that this was what she wanted, that she had been manipulating him into suggesting these very actions, he did not care. He would remain loyal.

"Request a meeting with them, my Queen. A locked room for secrecy. Allow them to bring bodyguards, if they wish, for then I will not be out of place there. When the meeting starts, you will listen to them and speak to them. You will not touch the drinks, or the food, and weapons will be strictly disallowed in the meeting chambers. As you stall them, I will kill their bodyguards, then I will enter the room and kill them also."

He looked around, to make sure that they were not being overheard. "Then, we reveal the truth of their manipulation and threats. You will not be seen as weak, for you took action against them and they paid for their treachery. You will not lose face and you will remain a Goddess, holding TRUE power. Unless, of course, you are so set on eloping. I will follow you, whatever your decision."

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Calor suggested killing the Magistrates. She jerked back from Calor as if she had been slapped across the face. Never before had the thought of having the Magistrates killed crossed the God-Queen's mind before. The idea implanted into her mind and Sarene began to think on it more deeply.

"If we are going to kill the Magistrates," Sarene said, her eyes glancing back at the doors to her rooms. "We have to be more cunning than that. They will sense a trap. They do not answer to summons but it is I who answer to theirs."

"There will be one soon but I will be placed in great danger. They could still have me killed. We must make them the public enemy and Sacrifice them," Sarene said, making her thoughts aloud.

"But I am no strategist. I do not plan wars or battles. If you think it is best to stay, then I will stay. Tell me what I must do, Calor," the God-Queen said, taking his face into her hands so their eye contact could not be broken.

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"My Queen," he said, keeping the eye contact she seemed to require so badly. "Be aware that to keep the Magistrates alive for Sacrifice is extremely dangerous. Who knows what guards will be placed over them as they await their death. Who knows what hiccup might allow them to escape and seek refuge with allies? Indeed, who knows what allies might be willing to rise up in their names and act against us? Inevitably, their allies will act, but we can at least weaken them by my slaying of these men with my own sword."

"I will not tell you what you must do; as Queen, you must find the wisdom for both of us. I will follow you to my death never-the-less. If you wish to answer their summons, then please do whatever they wish of you and trust in me, with your body, your heart and soul, to save you from their evil machinations. Trust me to protect every precious hair of your head and foil whatever plans they might have. Trust that no matter how dire the situation, I will always bring you victory and arrive in time to successfully do whatever bidding you ask of me... For you are not only my Queen, but also my love and my future wife. No force of God or mortal has the power to stop me when you point and tell me to act, or when your life is in danger."

He kept himself steady, as though he almost expected their private meeting to quickly take a rather unorthodox turn. The image of her divine Queendom may have been broken, but he still saw her as a woman.

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The Magistrates had never allowed Sarene Iracot to touch others, not even themselves. The God-Queen had always felt a disconnect with others and it was the reason why her blessings had been so few. And yet, feeling Calor's skin beneath her fingers and in her palms felt good, even if forbidden.

If there was one soul in all of Althaea that truly loved Sarene it was Calor. He had said it himself. Sarene felt something give way inside; a wall that broke down that had been built by the Magistrates. The God-Queen's gaze dropped from Calor's onto his mouth and she wondered what it would be like to have him kiss her.

Sarene's breathing deepened and her hands trembled in anticipation. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

And then the woman stood, reaching at her throat to take off the torturous silver collar. The remains of her gown fell away, leaving the God-Queen completely nude. She sat herself at her vanity and began to brush her hair.

"I will not wait for the Magistrates summons. You will go and summon them as you have planned. As my husband, loyal subject, and my love, I trust your judgement Calor Elohan. Do not disappoint," Sarene said, her cold demeanor snapping so easily back into place. However, in the reflection of the mirror her look upon Calor was anything but frigid.

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Calor stood and stepped back, retaining a strict professionalism about him as the Queen brushed her hair. "Very well, my Queen. I will have them summoned for tomorrow eve; an emergency council to discuss possible treasonous elements. They will gather, they will dine, they will bring bodyguards and weapons and all the comforts they desire. Then they will die."

"Might I also suggest, my Queen, that you choose your future magistrates wisely and limit their power so this situation need never happen again."

He went quiet, a moment of awkward silence putting a stop to his plotting. "Shall I go and perform these duties now? Or do you have another task for me to do here?" He stepped closer, his fingers finding her shoulders as he looked over her and into the mirror at their reflections.

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"There is one more task that needs to be completed before we can face the Magistrates. Securing your position of power over them will be essential. When the Magistrates are dead we will need to maintain as much power as possible over the people as well. Two entities are greater than one," Sarene Iracot said. Her eyes bore into the reflection of his own gaze.

"Let us exchange our vows and be married in this very room," the God-Queen said. There need not to be all the bells and whistles of a grand ceremony. None needed to know of the marriage except for the Magistrates, who would be red-faced with absolute anger. The announcement of Calor and Sarene's marriage would upset them and force the Magistrates attention on Sarene. It would give Calor a more open chance to slay them all while in their uproar.

She explained all of this to Calor as she set down her ebony brush.

"The engagement they could deny but a marriage they cannot, especially since I am the God-Queen," Sarene said. She stood and turned to face Calor.

"Now kneel before me and take your vows, not as my vassal, but as my husband."

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"Very well, Sarene," he replied, taking a rather more personal approach of addressing her as he made to take her hand in his and lower himself to his knees.

"Here I kneel," he began, "and give praise to the eternal beauty and benevolence of my God-Queen for allowing our destinies to entwine so. To arrange that our hearts, bodies and spirits would forever coil and join together as parts of a whole. I offer all of myself to you, with all things considered, for now and always. My heart for yours, my body for yours, my soul for yours, my strength for yours, my weakness for yours, my love for yours. If you would be my wife, I would be your husband and eternally bind my life to you. I hereby make this pledge on all things, that never will I be with another, that never will I dishonour you, that never will I do anything to harm you. That I will be yours in life and death and devote myself entirely to my beloved wife and our family."

With that said, he looked up at her, bracing for her reaction.

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"And I, Sarene Iracot, the God-Queen of all of Viridian, pledge my heart, soul, and eternal life to you, Calor Elohan." Sarene's vow to Calor was much shorter than the man's but it was binding in contract. The God-Queen had seen many marriages before. She had expect some sort of change inside of her; a difference in her status. However, there was nothing. She did not feel any different. It was perplexing.

Maybe there had already been love for Calor Elohan or perhaps the God-Queen was not capable of true love.

"Come," Sarene said in a gentler tone, one that was not as serious as she usually voiced. It was softer, more feminine. Standing before Calor was the woman Sarene and not the God-Queen; his wife.

"Let us consummate the marriage tonight and tomorrow," Sarene said, pausing for a moment. "Tomorrow shall begin our new rule over Viridian."

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"Very well, I'll spend the night in your chambers," he replied, as he slowly began to remove his coat. "Tomorrow will involve dangerous work, after all, and if our marriage is to be short then we should make the most of it."

Happiness filled him. Finally he would spend time with her, time far more meaningful than "quality" time. They were literally about to consummate their marriage. The marriage between him, humble ex-Dragoon, and her, Sarene Iracot - the rightful God-Queen of all Althea. He could barely believe what was happening - what was about to happen. His heart pounded against his chest and he couldn't imagine possibly feeling happier than he did now for the rest of his life.

So why did it feel so... Dark?

Something was wrong. He could feel it, but he couldn't find it. It lingered in the back of his mind like a stray thought slowly pushing to the forefront of his mind. No matter... There was nothing he could do but take Sarene in his arms and join her on the bed until morning.

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The sun poured through the windows of Sarene Iracot's chambers and a light breeze billowed out the sheer curtains. The floor-to-ceiling windows had been opened during the evening to freshen the scent of the room. Calor and his God-Queen had made love the entire night until Sarene had insisted they both needed rest. The silken sheets were ruined from their sweat and fluids.

Sarene Iracot laid sprawled out on the messed sheets, still naked, and as plain as any mortal woman. The sunlight ran over her skin and began to warm her. The songs of the birds were her calling to awaken and begin the new regime of rule over Viridian.

The God-Queen sat up in her enormous bed and pulled the waist-length strands of black hair out of her face. Her turquoise eyes roved over the room and saw that it had been untouched since the night previous. The servants had not yet arrived to clean the mess Sarene had made in her tantrum.

Sarene pulled a robe over her body and tightened the sash that wound around it. There was an ache between her legs; a soreness. It was painful to walk. She looked back to the sheets to see her blood stained on them. Calor would have to burn them or dispose of them in another manner. There could be no evidence that she could bleed, or that she was mortal just like any other woman.


Entering the adjoining room, the God-Queen drew her own hot bath. She sank down into the depths of the bath and sighed at how it took away her womanly pains. There was another sensation in her body, one that she could not place. Something had changed and Sarene felt a feeling of foreboding.

She ducked beneath the waters, and for a short moment, drowned herself away from the world.

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Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights
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Shein Clovin had rode all night to reach the Palace, where he had waited until dawn.

Knight-errant that he was, he did not dare risk awakening a Magistrate before the sun had crested the majestic spires of the Palace. Dire though his news was, he did not want to bring more wrath upon himself than he was already about to.

The Knights had been made aware of it during the night; he had brought the news to Gabriel first. He had pleaded with his Commander to take the news to the Magistrates himself, but he had more important business to attend than simple message bringing.

Steeling himself, Shein had walked unmounted through the hallowed halls of the Palace to where the Magistrates resided. While few stayed in the Palace proper, Shiabiann, Magistrate over the Pleasure District, did. Shein couldn't suppress a shudder at the thought; the beautiful woman was the most intimidating he had ever met, aside from Sarene.

With a knot in his gut, he knocks hard on the door to her private lodgings. More than likely a servant would answer- or at least, he hoped. He may have a heart attack if it were otherwise.

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The woman that answered the door was not Shiabiann Xao-Li but she was nude from head to foot. Her skin shined from fresh sweat and a heavy smell of incense wafted toward Shein from inside Shiabiann's chambers. The golden hair of her head clung to the sides of her faces. The droop of her eyes as she looked the man over hinted toward heavy and recent drug use.

The naked woman threw her head back in a laugh even before Shein uttered a single word and then looked over her shoulder into the front room.

"There is a man here," the golden-haired woman purred. Feminine laughter echoed from inside. Two more faces crowded the door; a dark-haired beauty with tilted green eyes and a pale skinned woman with shocking electric blue hair and eyes.

"We should invite him in," the blue-haired woman said with a heavy blush on her cheeks.

"Yes, invite him in," the green-eyed woman replied as the naked golden-haired woman opened the door wider.

All three of them grabbed Shein by his arms and shoulders, pulling him inside with their girlish giggles. After he was forced into the room, the door closed with a resounding boom down the hallway. A lock was turned and the golden-haired woman tucked the key away in a most inappropriate place on the woman's body.

ImageSeveral pairs of hands began to tug at Shein's clothing as if attempting to undress him despite whatever protests he may say. Some of the hands belonged to the women that pulled him into the room and some were new. There were at least ten women surrounding him.

The most striking of them all had ivory skin and vivid purple hair. They both had horns curling back against their hair from their temples. Twin Succubi. They did not touch them man but stood at the far end of the room as the others kissed, caressed, and taunted the Knight. Their golden eyes watched Shein and each of their movements seemed to mirror the other in a precise manner.

One leaned to the other and whispered unheard words. The other nodded and disappeared further into Shiabiann's chambers.

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As soon as the door was about to open, Shein had his words all planned out; assuming it wasn't Shiabiann, of course, he would salute, tell whoever it was his name, rank, and meaning for being there, and then hopefully be brought directly to the Magistrate herself.

What ended up happening was, as soon as the door opened, he got about half of his first word out before his mouth simply refused to cooperate. "I..." he stammers before being dragged into the room.

Being a Knight-Errant, and very new to the Order, he hadn't been allowed to deviate from his duties to visit the Pleasure District. Being on the front lines hadn't helped, either. This was every young man's secret fantasy; but despite that, he had to try and protest.

"Please, I-" Before he can speak more, multiple hands start pulling at his clothing. "S-stop that, I-" he tries again. Quite honestly he may have been convinced to help them, if he hadn't seen the two Succubi over in the corner. That terrified the arousal out of him, at least a little bit.

"I-I need to speak to the Magistrate," he shouts, now struggling to at least dissuade the women. Covered in lipstick, sweat, and possibly other things, he didn't look much like a Knight's messenger anymore.

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Shein's shouting did nothing but cause the woman around him to giggle even more. They were so amused that he was acting like a virgin boy. The efforts to drown him in pleasure seemed to intensify.

Another woman entered the room from the baths. This woman was by far different from them all and seemed more like a creature than a woman. Blue, green, and turquoise feathers crowned her head instead of hair. Her eyes and skin were golden as if she had been painted from head to foot.

As she came closer to Shein, he would be able to see the scales around her eyes, down her shoulders, and the gentle curvature of her waist and hips. This woman was no woman but in fact something of pure legend.

A Drak-Sen; a dragon disguised as a mortal.

Nyvereth was drawn towards the Knight-Errand and made her way through the gaggle of women surrounding him. She said not a word to the man but she kissed Shein like a woman would to the man she loved. Her soft hands caressed his face and trailed down his chest. Nyvereth began to drop down onto her knees, taking her kisses along with her as she traveled downward.

Soon enough the woman had plucked him from his trousers and was servicing Shein with a lover's care and grace. The other women giggled around them.

"The Magistrate will see you now," Ariadne said as she returned from Shiabiaan's inner rooms. She returned to Endaria's side and the two succubi looked at Shein expectantly.

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The man was defeated, not by battle, but by the unrelenting affections of the harem. In his mind, he knew himself lost; staring at the approaching form of the Drak-Sen, he knew he had met his fate.

Were he to have had any other duty, he would have been more than happy about this, but as it were, he could only be defiantly not-entirely accepting of it all. When the Dragon woman's lips met his, he was broken. He had been trained to resist all manners of torture, but this was too much. He simply stands there, gaping, his mind overloaded.

He snaps back to reality as he realizes what she's doing. "N-Noo..." he cries out feebly. He shudders, eyes snapping shut as he experiences that which he could have never dreamed of.

When Endaria arrived with the news that the Magistrate would see him, it was all he could do to look in the direction of the two Succubi. Shaking and probably about to explode from sensory overload, he simply gives them a look of mixed pleading and resignation.

Seldom had such a man as he been taken like this, except in stories that usually ended with them being devoured alive... which wasn't far from the truth, it turned out.

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"Nyvereth, no more or the man will have to pay," Endaria said to the Drak-Sen. The feathered-woman immediately stopped before any iota of satisfaction could be fulfilled by Shein. He was left to suffer the pains of passion.

"Clothe yourself and follow," Ariadne said before the mirror-twins turned to walk into the inner chambers of Shiabiann's quarters.

Nyvereth looked at Shein apologetically as she rose from her knees. The women began to dress the knight, and the Drak-Sen did as well too. However, her touch was more kind and gentle than the others. He was seen as a person in her eyes and not just a toy to be played.

The Drak-Sen made direct eye contact with Shein and plucked a feather from her hair. She gave it to him, wrapping his fingers around it carefully. There was no telling what it meant nor what the feather was for. It could have been a simple gift to remember her by or something far more meaningful than that.

Nyvereth did not give him an explanation. The man was dressed and now he was expected to follow.


Shiabiann was in her study balancing coins on a scale. Books shelves lined the walls with books about war, history, and the oddities of sexual desires. There were a few tomes that looked thousands of years old in a glass case beneath the singular window. A lavish purple rug was strewn out on the hardwood floor.

A small pair of spectacles sat on the end of Shiabiann's nose and a pleased smile spread across her face as she removed the coins from her balance.

Ariadne and Endaria waited at the entrance of the room, one on each side of the door. Shein would have to pass between them in order to speak directly with the Magistrate.

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With a gasp, Shein is released- he was panting slightly, having tried his damndest to maintain himself during that most trying of times. Gulping and attempting to clothe himself, he looks up to see the women around him were now doing the reverse as earlier, practically throwing his armor back onto him- with the exception of the Drak-Sen, who was markedly more gentle about it. He didn't want to meet her gaze- after all, how did a man simply look at a woman after that- but he did, and his heart wrenched.

Swallowing nervously, he tries to say 'Thanks,' but it comes out as more of a mumbled, stuttering mess. He was blushing like a loon, more so when she gave him one of her feathers. Not really knowing what to think of it, he places it gently in his side-pouch. Maybe later he could pin it to his cap... if he really wanted to remember this story, which, when it was all said and done, what man wouldn't?

Finally dressed, but looking no better for his embarrassed flush, the man walks quickly away from the harem of women and through the doors to Shiabiann's chambers.

He pauses just after walking past the two Succubi, clearing his throat to try and get his nerve back. "M-My lady," he calls out, bowing deeply. He decided he would not rise until ordered, to further give himself a chance to cool down. Appearing before a Magistrate- even that of the Pleasure District- indisposed as he was, would probably be frowned upon.

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The Drak-Sen was taken away at the guidance of the other ladies. She looked back over her shoulder at the retreating Shein until she could see him no more. The creature had not spoken a single word to Shein but she felt a connection to the man. Nyvereth hoped that he too had felt it.


Magistrate Shiabiann spoke without drawing her attention away from her desk littered with coins. "I do hope that you have dire news or else I will not be pleased," she said. It was exactly as the man had feared. The smile died away on the Magistrates lips.

"I am a Magistrate of Iracot and there is no reason other than an emergency where a simpleton like the Knight-Errand should come calling on me. If I do not believe this is an emergency then I would fear for your station," Shiabiann warned.

"I will give you one chance to turn around and leave or you may stay and speak your message. Choose wisely knight. I am sure the Knight-Commander would not be pleased if a Magistrate had been bothered from her business of running the city for our God-Queen in order to hear out the frivolities of one, lowly, knight under his employ."

The two succubi stood stationed at the door, staring down at Shein. A leathery tail curled around the man's ankle. Endaria smiled cruelly, hoping to get to play with the man after Shiabiann was done tearing the man to pieces with her words.

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Shein's gut was twisting with every word Shiabiann lashed against him. He'd experienced physical torture, but this was somehow much more painful. He waits, not looking at the Magistrate, until she was finished talking to him. Attempting to take a step forward, he looks down at his leg to see it bound by the tail of the Succubus; it makes his shudder, but he swallows and looks back up at Shiabiann. This message needed no written notice.

With the gravity of the situation coming through on his voice, breaking, for the moment, his utter discomfort, he speaks the words he was dreading bringing to her attention; "My lady, Magistrate... the Wards have fallen. Iracot's protection against invasion is gone."

He knew that he would suffer for this, even if it was news that needed to be known. 'Don't shoot the messenger' was an oft forgotten phrase when dealing with the Magistrates.

"Two days ago. I rode here immediately," he adds quickly.

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Magistrate Shiabiann remained calm. She placed a perfectly balanced stack of gold coins on the scale and wrote down a number into her books. For a very long moment there was no sound but the scratch of her quill on parchment.

"You rode by land mount," Shiabiann said, breaking the tense silence. If it had taken the man two days travel then it had been by land instead of by sky. That much information was easily deducted by the simple message he bore.

"You rose by land mount when you could have passed the message to a Skybourne who, in turn, could have delivered the message far more quickly," the Magistrate said before she dusted her book with sand to dry the ink.

At some silent command the twin succubi stepped closer to Shein and stood with their shoulders brushing against his. He had been flanked by the two creatures, a compromising position.

"From you misjudgment you have placed not only Iracot at danger, but the entirety of Viridian, Knight-Errand," Shiabiann accused. She closed her book.

"Enjoy the rest of your day. It will be your last before you are brought to trail and burned before the God-Queen. Turn yourself in at first light of the morning. Do not make me come looking for you," Shiabiann warned.

"You are dismissed."