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Camilla Olivie Enais

Actually thrilled to be here.

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a character in “Byzania: Hour of The Witch”, as played by Lifecharacter




Camilla Olivie Enais of Duunba
120 lbs.
Enorasis, Old God of Dreams


As it turns out, it is good to be the daughter of the most powerful man on the continent, especially when it comes to material wants and needs. For this particular journey through a dangerous forest to a far-off mountain, little has been left wanting for Camilla: she has sturdy, perfectly fitted leather boots for walking, a similarly fitted set of cloth pants for wearing, and a set of cloth shirts that doesn’t buck the trend. Over these are a leather jerkin, finely made, and the necessary assortment of belts for holding things like coins and charcoal and small, packaged food. Covering it all, as is expected for a long, outdoor journey, is a few hooded cloaks of various colors to help keep out the rain and the chill. The extras for all of these, of course, being carried by someone else. And, attached to her body rather than thrown over top of it, is a set of earrings. Supposedly magical and thus a perfect fit for the only magical being in the world, no one has really managed to come up with a good idea of what they actually do, if they do anything. As far as she can tell, all they do is catch the light really well and look nice.

When it comes to something other than an outfit, Camilla wears a well-made short sword on her hip that she desperately hopes she won’t have to use but looks menacing enough for a big knife. On her back is a decorated quiver filled with feathered arrows, all of expected quality and with extras stocked in a separate container. To accompany these, is her expertly crafted, well-loved, well-maintained longbow that she hopes to get a chance to use in a more β€œnatural” environment, though hopefully doing little other than impressing her travel companions by victimizing some trees in a skillful manner.



Polite, dignified, and proud: Camilla is the jewel of the Empire and a fine example for all nobles who aspire for respect and admiration. She’s able to read the social situations she’s presented with well enough to almost always have a fitting, proper response readied. Simplicity is making sweet words of praise even sweeter, but coating a bitter dressing down with an obfuscating innocence and a disarming smile takes talent. It’s only recently that she’s been given some manner of official authority and power, so she’s had a long time to polish this talent and it’s become somewhat ingrained in her as a response. There is no question of the bluntness of her responses and the offense meant by them, but having plausible deniability is important. She isn’t so disciplined and restrained as to keep her composure in the face of mounting frustration, but she has a decent ability to manage it. She never suffers disrespect for her or her father, and has never been in a situation where she couldn’t descend upon it with the full weight of her station. Words and wit might be sharp, but she wields them like a club and throws them from her high tower.

That is the face, at least. Camilla is the future queen, after all, and can neither have the image of a rash child nor someone who tolerates irreverence towards the throne. Outside of public, she’s largely the same, though more free with her frustration and less strict about answering every possible criticism with her verbal force. Tutors can (but won’t) attest to the ease at which the stress of difficult problems or barely-comprehensible texts can crack her composure. They can also tell of how relatively open she is to criticism after the frustration of failure has cooled a bit and her desire for improvement kicks back in. And handmaidens, court ladies, and some visiting diplomats gossip about her flirting with this or that person; it’s true but, again, keeping it to gossips allows it to be dismissed easily when convenient.

Beyond other people, though, Camilla has simply been energetic since a young age. She ran around and around (and around…) to the displeasure of her caretakers and always wanted to try some manner of new thing. First it was horse riding, then sword fighting, the reading, then writing, then painting, then archery, then singing, then archery, then music, and so on covering every possible activity she might be able to learn. Even though the appearance of her sight was accompanied by months of being prodded and questioned and sprinkled with painted grass, once the answer was finally found she approached that with similar enthusiasm; she was, after all, one of the only people with magic in the world. Though she may have the desire to be better in all she tries and the drive for general improvement, her enthusiasm for something can burn out quickly.


Duunba wasn’t always the center of the world, it started as just another kingdom among many, competing for power and influence and prestige. There was an ebb and a flow to the conflicts that maintained the state of things as they were. Then a daughter was born, an auspicious day for any parent, and a cause for celebration when she happened to be the princess. Despite this, there was little change in the world’s affairs for several years, not until Camilla, heir of Duunba, began suffering in her sleep. The first few times she awoke with a fright, the nurses and caretakers simply considered them nightmares that silly children have, but after weeks of them, and their intrusion into even the waking hours, something needed to be done. Physicians were summoned, then Priests but neither their tonics nor their prayers seemed to accomplish anything. The king and queen would not stand for the suffering of their child and so sent for even more people, of varying talents: mystics and witches, scholars and historians, alchemists and monks.

It was only after months of these dreams, lessened by time though they were, that some manner of conclusion was reached. Magic was something only the mystics and witches supported as an explanation: using rituals no one believed in to try and prove that the princess had been cursed by a rival kingdom. Eventually one of the scholars humored their ramblings and researched a few instances of ancient magic, stumbling upon some old letters detailing something very familiar. Camilla was then quizzed on what she had been experiencing, and everything she said was cross-referenced. Many of these dreams and nightmares were found to be images of ancient history and recent events.

With some reservation, the king and queen were told of the magical nature of their daughter. It took some time for it to finally sink in, but it was eventually accepted; the princess of Duunba had the sight. And so this magic was nurtured, and found to have use: a vague image of their neighboring country’s flag appeared a mere two weeks before said neighbor launched an attack. Similar premonitions, though often convoluted, began appearing to Camilla. Pride and ambition swelled in her father. Duunba was blessed with a daughter whose power could render its enemies perpetually hapless. As a young teenager, Camilla would relay the visions she had come to manage to dozens of individuals who would decipher any subtlety and debate all interpretations as her father utilized these visions to advance on any who would oppose him. Though it took some time out of her day to explain a vision she’d had so the experts could work, her routines went roughly uninterrupted. She was still seeing her tutors and meeting with other highborn and preparing for her eventual succession.

Things were going well, until misfortune fell upon the southern army. Led by the queen herself, its beachhead was beset by a storm and enemy saboteurs. Sickness had stricken many soldiers, but defeat was far from certain. Then a creature emerged from the sea. Those who managed to escape and make their way back to Duunba have given conflicting, unclear reports of what it actually was. All that is certain is that it ravaged the camp and struck down the queen. There was mourning in the capital, but a fury in its king. After the storms had passed, a new army was sent south and the kingdom that had harried the queen’s forces was destroyed. After the bloody display there, some of the remaining kingdoms surrendered the moment they were told to.

The fury was lost on Camilla, though; she had little want for anger in her mourning and her father’s attention being drawn elsewhere sapped her of her energy. She had little desire to practice riding a horse or shooting a bow or playing a flute, and no patience for her tutors’ insistence that she continue her studies. A cloud hovered over the palace, and things were broken. The visions still happened with their usual ambiguity and she relayed it to the appropriate people, but, as with her tutors, she had little patience for their prodding questions. Weeks went by without relief and with little sleep as the stress and the frustration piled up. The only rest seemed to come when she was struck by a fever, and the only relief came when her father rushed to her side. He sent others to manage his empire and defeat his enemies even after she regained her health. Camilla actually had to shoo him away at one point lest he continue to neglect his people for her sake, but the cloud had finally passed.

It wasn’t long before the entire continent fell to the Empire, and the Emperor sat on his throne, alone but for his daughter. Camilla kept to her studies, and even began taking on the responsibilities a future ruler would be expected to. She met diplomats and generals, took the council of court advisors, and mingled amongst the nobles knowing they all knelt to her. Though all was not well, as her visions continued to show conflict and horror even after the battles had ended. Strange creatures rise from myth itself and plague the people, and tales of magic have spread where they were once laughed at. Something needed to be done, and so her father gave her a mission that only she could accomplish.

Heir Apparent
Palace at Duunba
There’s a lot, most notably her father, the Emperor
Neutral Good
Hype Train

So begins...

Camilla Olivie Enais's Story


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An Emperor fidgeted on his throne, his fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest, scowl etched on his brow. Regal though his demeanor, he had clearly seen better days. His hair was slightly disheveled, his beard unkempt, his eyes sleepless and tinged with red. The silence in the room went unsettled and tensely built for several moments until it was broken by a commotion outside.. He straightened abruptly when the doors flew open, three soldiers dragging a screaming net behind them. Whatever animal was within it, it was not happy.

And neither was the Emperor.

β€œWhat is this you bring me?” He demanded, a creature was not what he had asked for.

β€œForgive me your grace, but this is the guide that I informed you of, the one who knows the forest to the east.” One of the soldiers was a commander, and spoke while the others kicked at the animal a couple of times, making it still and quiet except for a low growl.

The Emperor was in no mood for jests, and glared at the commander in quiet fury.

β€œThat is, your grace, I mean to say it was the guide, but when we went to retrieve her from her cell, we found this creature in her stead. The jailer swears by his life that it is a trick, and that he’s seen the woman transform.” The snarling and biting started again behind him, the wolf attempting to struggle free of the net once more. It let out a yelp when the kicking started again.

The Emperor held his arms behind his back, deep in thought, this information changed things. He believed the jailer quite readily. In fact it made sense that someone from that forest would have magical properties. Maybe she even knew…

The Emperor stepped forward, taking the commander’s sword and gesturing from them all to move aside. He took the sword and spun it before stabbing into the net, the blade mere positioned between the wolf’s neck and front paw, threatening to rid it of its head but skillfully not so much as cutting a single strand of white fur. This caused the wolf to become very still, and very quiet. They stared at one another, each baring their teeth. It was a standoff. The Emperor gave the sword a twitch after a few moments, letting his intentions sink in.

She was woman again.

β€œI don’t know what you want, but chances are you won’t get it.” she said plainly.

β€œThe Sorcerer, the one who came to me, he lives in the forest does he not?” The Emperor immediately began his questioning.

β€œ...” Sabine did not answer.

β€œI have a need of him, the whole of Byzania has a need of him.” The Emperor emphasized.

β€œWhat for?” Sabine was not actually interested in what for.

The Emperor drew away and gesturing to his soldiers, he turned his back and they proceeded to beat Sabine. She turned into a wolf again and fought back as best she could making more noise than she did success. After a few moments, the Emperor turned around again and approached her, the soldiers stepped back.

β€œWhere is the sorcerer.” He asked calmly.

β€œI DON’T FUCKING KNOW.” She was woman again. β€œHe’s been gone for three full moons. He comes and goes as he pleases and doesn’t tell me where.” Sabine spat angrily.

β€œAh, so you do know him.” The Emperor knelt down to face the pitiful creature before him. He grabbed her chin, β€œYou are going to do something for me, it is a matter of life and death for all who live in Byzania, and when you next see the sorcerer, you will tell him that I must speak with him.”

She was wolf again, and bit down on the hand of the Emperor.

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Where it not for the fact that Sabine was directly needed, her head would've been on a spike two weeks ago. Luckily for her, or unluckily if you heard her tell of it, she was instead to go on a quest. The nature of which she was vaguely told later by a soldier in the dungeons where she was kept. Sabine had seen the Emperor only once, and it was more fortuitous for her neck if once was all it was ever going to be. The time for her task was now however, and so she was finally being let out. It had been far too long since Sabine had seen sunlight, or had a shower, or changed her clothes, or eaten proper food, and it showed, mostly on her squinty dirty face.

The guards who escorted her left her chained as she was put in a group of other people she couldn't even see properly. She rubbed her eyes and heard rustling. Her confiscated equipment was thrown at her feet. She stared down at it, regaining her sight. She probably looked like shit, bruised shit, probably smelled like it too. Ugh, what she would give for a river to jump into.

"This is the last of your traveling party your grace." A guard spoke to a pretty woman with brown silky hair and pouty lips. Sabine stared at her, eyebrow cocked. Was this the princess she was supposed to be escorting through the forest? Sabine hoped she wouldn't be wearing a damned dress on their journey. She looked around at the rest of the group, they decidedly did not look like they had been sleeping in the dungeons for fucking weeks.

"None of ya look like you've been in the dungeons this whole time... does that mean I'm special?" She held up her wrists, tugging them apart and making her shackles clink.

"You're being let out for the evening to prepare youself for your journey tomorrow, but if you're more comfortable in the dungeons we can send you back." The same guard who spoke to the princess quipped at Sabine, essentially warning her to behave herself.

"How's the King's hand." Sabine smirked.

The guard looked at the princess, his eyes begging her to let him take the scoundrel back where she belonged.


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The visions had not stopped. It had been happening for months now with no sign of abating anytime soon. In fact, they had only proliferated since they began too long ago. Strange beasts prowling between the trees, cresting through the waves, and slithering under the brush had chased away the princess’ other dreams and left Camilla waking every morning with some new image of looming carnage. Other, more conventional (if one can call any aspect of the sight conventional) visions thankfully filled her conscious mind, with only an occasional glimpse at anything explicitly magical. At first she, her advisors, and her father had all assumed that it was simply the ancient past come to claim relevancy within the mind of an imperial daughter, but then reports started coming in. The ancient past had breached more than one woman’s mind; it had started spilling over onto the continent and afflicting the newly born Empire. Something would need to be done about it.

For weeks the Emperor was squirrelled away with advisors of all sorts trying to think of some way to manage this crisis. Not many were permitted within these meetings, with even Camilla being ejected from them after only a few days, but most people in the palace could still hear the occasional shouts. Little information came with them other than the frustration of their emperor, but it did ensure that everyone was aware of the time, effort, and will being dispensed on this issue. In the meantime, Camilla continued with her lessons and met with her own advisors concerning her visions, attempting to suss out whatever useful information she could manage.

There wasn’t much beyond more and more creatures. There was a whisper here and there, pulling her towards some sort of potential solution, but it always turned out to either be nothing new or outright meaningless, but still she prodded as much and dove as far as she could in search of something. Eventually, likely long before she would have made any progress, the Emperor announced that he, in conference, had devised a plan. The Witch’s Tomb, that old seal of even older magic, was clearly not functioning as it should be and knowing its situation would be key to moving forward. Mystics and clergy jumped at the chance to journey to such a magical site, but their tricks and prayers did little in court and had little chance of doing much there either. So Camilla, the only person in the court known to possess magic, and the sight no less, would need to make the trip and investigate the Tomb. Old drawings of the place were laid out before her before they were packed away: symbols and structures that would hopefully be only slightly out of array and easily fixed. If not, every bit of damage or strangeness would need to be recorded and reported back, hopefully supplemented by an informative vision or two. Along the way, if she were to come upon the sorcerer, that failed advisor who couldn’t be bothered to reveal himself in a time of crisis, she was to question him about all of this and possibly bring him back to court. This was her mission; her duty as the princess of Duunba and the future Empress.

It wasn’t long before the party that would be escorting her through the forest to her objective was assembled. A guide, a pair of vallorous knights, a pair of less than valorous knights, and apparently a dog.

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Camilla’s father, the Emperor and ruler of all of Byzania, had some bad habits. She knew this; her mother knew this; the servants knew this; and several visiting nobles probably knew this as well even though they dared not speak of it. One of them was on display in front of her the night before she set out on her journey: a poor excuse for a girl wearing what couldn’t even be referred to as rags (scraps was closer, but still probably too generous) hidden under a layer of dungeon grime. This was to be her guide through the forest when there would already be a scandal if the two were seen walking near each other.

She ignored the guard’s petty eyes and took a step forward. β€œHis hand’s doing quite well, actually, though it’s not surprising what happened: he was never very good with the castle hounds.” Closing the rest of the distance she tugged the displayed shackles downward with her left hand and gripped the girl’s chin firmly with the right: she was already shorter than the princess, but a greater difference in height seemed important. Turning her face slightly upwards to face her own.

Sabine's eyes widened with surprise and indignation at the insult directed at her, and at the fact that it was delivered so backhandedly. As the Princess advanced upon her with rather quite a bit of confidence Sabine became acutely aware that she was taller than her. Sabine's chin tilted in as her posture drew back instinctively, only to have it grabbed firmly and drawn forward, her shackles pulled downward. Essentially Sabine was forced into a submissive posture, something she was definitely not used to. This month was proving to be an myriad of firsts.

Camilla explained. β€œWhen you stare into a dog’s eyes, you’re challenging them. You need to be sure that they’ll either submit and look away, or have their mouth locked tight in your fist so they can’t bite.” Camilla wasn’t sure how strong the girl was, but few people were in fighting shape after two weeks starving in the dungeon. Regardless the grip was soon broken and distance was once again established.

Sabine hadn't the strength to struggle, and even if she did she was not sure if she would. The memory and anticipation of pain is often worse than the pain itself, and when you have adrenaline coursing through you the pain is often more bearable. This rang true with Sabine, as she keenly remembered the beatings she had received. She elected instead to remain absolutely still, but refused to look away from the blue eyes that were so alike her own. That at least, she could do without being on the receiving end of more boots. She scowled, weakly shaking her head once she was let loose. She was feeling a bit dizzy now. This was too much activity for someone in her state.

β€œI won’t be having some disheveled wreck escorting me around a forest. After this meeting tell the servants to feed her, bathe her, give her a bed, fetch her some new clothes, and burn the things she’s wearing now. For now though, it is important that she also be present for this.” She turned away from the soon-to-be-unshackled girl and to the rest of those gathered. β€œIf I’m not mistaken, you should all be aware of why you are here and where we plan on going starting tomorrow.”

So rude, didn't this Princess know it was her father's fault she was like this? She would have her know that Sabine quite prided herself on being clean before she was thrown into a filthy dungeon. "To your deaths by the way..." Sabine coolly added, feeling bolder now. Standing was getting hard, she decided to sit.


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"Ah, you litte bastard, don't you nip at me!" Emily exclaimed, swiftly retrieving her hand from the prying beak of a large raven. "I know I didn't train your ass, my birds have fucking manners," she continued, filing away the thought of gently slapping the bird's beak in retaliation. He'd probably remember, and this one in particular did not like her to begin with. That was the thing with ravens, they were intelligent and clever creatures, perfect for complicated tasks but... They had a tendency to form grudges, plus they had an annoying habit of remembering faces to put with those grudges. She would have to remember to bring it up with Ser Mikhial to tweak their training for ravens and crows.

It probably wouldn't do anything, old Mikhial was set in his ways and she was to be gone for the next couple of weeks apparently, so it wasn't like she could enforce it or anything. She sighed and tried to feed the bird again, this time standing at more of a distance before dropping the seed into its cage. It worked, if only by a little bit. The thing still tried to bite at her. "Of all the birds in here," gesturing at the large cages that lined the wall of the Rookery, "I'd expect you would be the one to know that thing about biting the hand that feeds. Next time it might feed you this backhand," though if the raven seemed at all cowed by the threat, it did a good job of hiding it. Probably because it knew she wouldn't do anything.

The rookery was large circular room found atop one of the towers that dotted the walls that protected the Palace of Duunba. Despite the number of cawing and chittering birds, the room was still open, with open portals on all sides to let in fresh air, and if necessary, release birds from. A single wall separated the rookery into two, the side that held the raptors, and the side that did not. Cages lined the walls while some even hung from the ceiling, each with a bird cawing to be fed. Emily had already fed most of them, but the birds were greedy creatures. They would take the bag of seed out from her hand had they the chance. "Fine, I'll go over here with the hawks, where they actually like me," she said, replacing the bag of seed with mice and headed toward the other room.

As she fed the birds on that side of the room, she paused at a cage whose name tag read "Echo." "Hey girl," she said kindly, as she slipped a mouse in between the bars to the hungry maw of the large hawk. "You bored too?" she asked as she ate, "Well, don't worry, we get to go on an adventure... or something in a few more days," she said, gently rubbing the down on the bird's neck. "When we do, be sure you are on your best behavior for the princess," she said pointing an accusing finger at the hawk, who just blankly stared back. "You can caw at the others, I don't care, but not the princess. We have a reputation to keep, you hear?" Emily continued, a grin working its way onto her lips.

"I'm meeting with the others who are going to accompany us tomorrow, but after I'll take you hunting so we can get some exercise. We don't want to leave with rickety bones and joints do we?" she said, bidding her farewell to the bird before continuing down the line and feeding the rest of the falcons.

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Emily bore a finely made blue tunic embroidered with the badge of the Order of the Falcon on one shoulder, and that of her own coat of arms on the other. She figured it would be best if she tried to dress her best for the meeting, but that lasted only a couple of minutes before she had the sleeves rolled up to her elbow. Still, she felt she was at least a bit more presentable than the Lord Executioner, who was actually still wearing his hood--inside. The other knights who'd seen him were not wrong when they said the man was the brooding type. Not that she'd venture a comment, she was no damn fool, one didn't criticize the Lord Executioner's fashion choice.

After she had greeted the princess properly and went through all proper decorum, Emily took a seat in a nearby chair and patiently waited for the business to be discussed. Eventually, a poor wretch was dredged up from somewhere, the dungeons apparently from what she said. Emily couldn't help but tilt her head. This was already a curious bunch. At the very least, it seemed like she would travel with a very interesting group. If the girl with the white hair didn't get executed but the Lord Executioner before the day was out. She gave it one-in-two odds. However, the girl had fire, she had to admit.

Even the princess seemed to have a bit of steel in her judging by the way she asserted herself over the other woman. The whole thing had Emily leaning forward in her chair, curious as to how this would all play out. Soon, the situation was diffused, but not without a parting word from the white haired woman. Emily couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her hands rose and her fingers danced in the air, "Oooh, spooky. And cryptic. And a little foreboding. But mostly cryptic," she said, leaning back in her chair. "But you got spirit. I like that," she said, shrugging. "Still, pretty fu--, er," Emily swallowed the swear following a quick glance to the princess and the Lord Executioner, "Dumb. Pretty dumb, biting the Emperor," she said, unamused. Truth be, she was plenty amused, but she'd be damned she'd let the others know.


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Ezra sat upright in bed well before dawn, the location of the bed in which he slept apparently having no effect on the morning ritual he had become accustomed to over the years. For a quarter of a second, the strange surroundings gave Ezra paused, and during the remainder of that second, the previous day's events came flooding back to him.

He had ridden for nearly two weeks with no one but his brother and fifty soldiers to keep him company. Ezra pondered why he alone would merit so many men, and smiled at the implication. Yesterday, the party had arrived in Duunba, and after a very brief briefing with the Emperor(during which the man hardly looked at Ezra), Ezra was shown his temporary quarters and given leave to prepare, though not without a not-so-subtle threat at imprisonment should he attempt to leave the palace grounds.

Of course, Ezra had left anyway. He noted the palace guard had been surprisingly easy to evade, and he spent the remainder of that day exploring the city he had been unable to visit for more than five years. It had seemed so alien to him, and he found himself missing the distant, rural village he had made into his home. Now, on the morning of the party's gathering, Ezra took solace in the familiarity of his morning exercise. It would be some time before the scheduled meeting, and he would be damned if he let something as minor as a quest to save all of mankind from magical annihilation get in between him and a healthy start to his day. After an admittedly indulgent breakfast(by Ezra's standards, which would be understated by the term "conservative"), he readied for the introductions. Trimming his stubble, combing his hair, and dressing took shorter than he expected, and he found himself somewhat early, although upon entering the room, he was surprised to find that a few others had beaten him.

Most notably was the imposing figure of Caius Elrin, a man whom Ezra assumed he would never see again. He felt a pang of anger and guilt, the sight of the Lord Executioner dredging up a painful set of memories from his past. Ezra let his face betray nothing, meeting Elrin's eyes with his own, and refusing to show any sign of backing down. Caius wore his hood, despite being indoors, which Ezra privately suspected was because he thought it made him look more imposing and mysterious.

Next to the Lord Executioner stood another familiar face, although Ezra couldn't quite put a name to it. She wore a blue tunic, and bore an emblem that Ezra recognized as the badge of the Order of the Falcon, which made her a knight. If her garment followed traditional design, her family crest would be on the opposite shoulder, but from his current position he could not see it and did not fancy stepping between the woman and Caius simply to find out. He assumed introductions would be in short order. Another woman entered, and she provoked no immediate interest from Ezra, though upon closer inspection he realized this was by design. She wore finer leather and cloth than even some nobles he had met, and it was all very subtle in it's practicality. If he had not been looking, he would have passed this woman on the street without a second thought, and he mentally scolded himself for not noticing it immediately. Eventually the princess arrived, and the assembled group greeted her largely as one would be expected to greet a princess. Ezra, for his part, offered a bow, but remained quiet.

At long last, the final member of their party arrived, although "arrived" might imply that she had a choice in the matter. Ezra suppressed a flinch when the filthy, white-haired girl was brusquely escorted into the room. He wanted to rush to her side, help her gather her things, and take her to be properly cared for and fed, but he held himself back. He watched the exchange between the girl and the princess, and let a frown form on his lips despite himself. The princess's words seemed cruel and unnecessarily insulting, and Ezra felt sympathy for the girl, and was relieved when the princess ordered that the white-haired girl be cleaned and fed and cared for.

Then the princess addressed them, and the white-haired girl tacked a cryptic warning on the end, which prompted Caius to chastise her for "threatening" them. Ezra's lip twiched, and he nearly spoke himself, but was cut off by the Falconer's laugh. He knew that Caius was the type of man who wouldn't hesitate to cut this girl down, who wouldn't even feel remorse in doing so. He wanted badly to punch Caius, but knew that was mostly his own past with the man speaking. Still, he couldn't help but match the Lord Executioner's earlier gesture, and clenched his fist,

The Falconer did not speak like most knights or royalty, which Ezra took as a good thing. Even he had found he needed to choose his words carefully, having been out of practice for quite some time. When his brother had first recruited him, Ezra feared the group would contain nothing but knights of the worst kind, those blindly loyal to the emperor and, more frightfully so, to Caius. He had more than one nightmare on the road to Duunba of Caius and his knights all turning on him on the journey and cutting him down out in the wilderness, where no one could help him. Hearing the Falconer speak, Ezra knew right away she was not one of Elrin's flunkies, and the other woman didn't seem to be a knight at all, as far as he could tell. Ezra hoped he could convince at least one of the women to stand by him if Caius decided this journey was the perfect time to rid the world of him forever. Though he did not like the idea of relying on women to fight for him, he knew it was better than the alternative.

The Falconer's jokes and the Executioner's threats aside, the princess had addressed them, and Ezra would no further delay whatever speech she had prepared. With a glance and a slight smirk towards the Falconer, Ezra turned his attention to the princess and awaited her word.


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She was antsy.

Oh, sure, she was the emperor’s esteemed guest and had been given a proper treatment reflecting that, but that hadn’t made her any less wary on the off-chance of things. You only gave these rooms to other nobles, maybe a pretty whore you’d planned on keeping as a weekend fling. Perhaps lend it to a servant on their name day, but that was probably taking it a little too far. The room was nice enough she supposed, silken sheets and feather-stuffed cushions weren’t a commodity for the assassin. Neither was having a room all to herself now that she thought about it. Still, that hadn’t made her any less paranoid.

Always was the way with the likes of her. Expect the best and prepare for the worst.

Bellemere stood, leaning against the nearest wall with a dagger in hand to scrape those bits of imaginary dirt from underneath her fingernails for want of something to disguise the fact that she’d been eyeing her companions-to-be like trophies to be hung as ornaments on the wall. Thoughts had drifted by and off again, some good, some bad, some in dire need of mentioning (like what the fuck kind of recruitment process did these lot go through?) if she could’ve, but all of them had a certain appeal to the assassin.

The Lord Executioner was the first to catch her attention, not wholly inconspicuous about his appearance in an attempt to look about as intimidating as a puppy dog. The hood and garb? Yeah, this was someone who’d take a shit too seriously. Bellemere had given the man a knowing smile when his eyes met hers, one eyelid dropping in a subtle wink. The Elrin family were a common name among the whispers, many with a reasonable sum for their heads to be served on a silver platter. The Sisterhood had, obviously, refused. They weren’t a simple household name out of sheer persistence, they were the closest thing the emperor had to a personal hand of justice, and Bellemere had the decency to leave this man alone if only for the sake of not stirring up too many sleeping dogs.

Plus, an axe to the face wasn’t an inviting thought.

Up next was a man who was probably more on edge than he ought to be. It was slight, admittedly good control over his emotions, but Bellemere had learned to pick up on the subtle differences in stance, and the fact that his eyes hadn’t exactly left the Lord Executioner for more than several minutes was enough to deduce there was more going on beneath the surface.

As for the rest? Well, Bellemere had remembered a couple of things, like ’The woman knight sure’s got a loose tongue, but restrained.’ and ’The princess has got a nasty bark on her.’ The latter of which she had offered a grin. Not the pretty princess of the fairy tales, that one. Not by a mile.

β€œTo your deaths by the way...”

Good. That made things easy then, she was familiar with death.


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Flicking the bits of grime that had transferred from her guide’s dirtied face to her hand but a moment ago, Camilla listened to the round of talk from her future adventuring party. There was little of relevance spoken, simply antagonism and quiet glances from those who did not speak. Regardless, they had all opted to ignore her and instead placed their attention on the childish provocation of a shackled, ragged forest girl. Considering how many of them were knights of the highest caliber and renown, Camilla expected a bit more respect from them, especially towards the princess of the empire they all supposedly served. At least the Silent Sister, decked in her fine assortment of clothes and empty mouth, and her guide, wracked by malnutrition and bitterness, had an excuse, but the others should have known better. They would know better going forward.

Camilla reached out her hand and placed it gently on top of the executioner’s tightening, leather grip. An axe wasn’t what was needed now. Applying a small amount of pressure, she dragged her hand across, scraping away whatever dirt remained on her fingers, and returned it to her side. Then she raised her arm to gesture towards the room’s assassin as she spoke of her, a quiet and subdued tone filling the room. β€œAll of you, be as the sister here and be silent. Since we are so quick to distraction I will simply explain it myself, and then you can go about exchanging threats and sharing vulgarities after I am gone.” Camilla had hoped that her father, who had insisted on leaving her out of decision making regarding this supposedly important quest of hers, had bothered to have them informed to some degree and provided with relevant supplies. She hoped, because after seeing the state of the woman who would be leading them all through the dangerous forest–bitter and weak–she was beginning to lose confidence in how well this was put together up to this point.

Looking around to make sure people were paying attention, she continued. β€œEarly tomorrow morning, we will all be departing Duunba and making our way deep into the great forest, led by our guide who you have all just met.” She turned briefly to glance at the white-haired woman to acknowledge her. β€œWe will be on horseback for as far as they will take us, after which we will make our way on foot. The goal of this venture is to reach a mountain on the far side of the forest that is believed to be a source of great magical power. Once there, we will conduct an investigation of the site to determine if it is involved in the recent events occurring across the Empire. With this done, we will return to the capital and report our findings to my fa-… the Emperor.”

Raising her arm to this time gesture towards Lord Elrin, executioner and recently appointed dishrag, Camilla explained the simple hierarchy going forward. β€œWhile I am ultimately leading this expedition, Lord Elrin will be the one managing the day to day operations as we travel and whose orders you will be obeying. Sabine, the guide you see behind me, as someone familiar with the forest will also be given some authority so we may make proper use of her expertise.” Her lips curled for a moment at her small rebellion of making an abused prisoner a party leader before quickly straightening as she looked around at each one of the people in the room with her. She finished with a question: β€œIs there any confusion or questions about why you are here and what we will be doing?”

A steady string of words that Camilla hoped kept her frustration subtle and beneath the surface of her voice. That said, part of her also hoped those around her were sharp enough to still notice.


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"It might be more prudent, Forest Dweller, if you do not make threats.", Sir tall, dark, and palid said matter-of-factually. To which Sabine didn’t respond, she didn’t feel a need to, if he wanted to take it as a threat that was his thick-headed business.

A woman she didn’t put a voice to mocked her response, which an attentive Sabine would’ve scoffed at. If she was going to ignore the hooded man she would ignore the lady as well. These people seemed lax about waltzing right into the forest. It was a response much different from the few common folk Sabine had spoken to in her life and she didn’t know how to deal with it. The common folk had the sense to blow the forest’s danger out of proportion in their minds. Telling tales of what lived in there and what happened to those that dared enter. They made it seem like a it was akin to asking for a tortuous death. Sure it was death, but really it was as quick as the sorcerer and she could make it. We’re not here to torture. She could hear him say it even now. Along with his various insistances that what they did they did for a greater good. Wherever the sorcerer was he had better show up, he couldn’t expect her to stop these people on her own? Could he? Was he even coming back? She had this nagging feeling…

Sabine struggled internally while the Princess prattled on, asserting herself over everyone else as she had done with her, albeit without manhandling them. Sabine only glared back at the Princess when she turned to her, and was sure to throw a glare at anyone else who looked her way too. The hell she would be leading them anywhere. She would die before betraying the Sorcerer, they didn’t seem to understand that no matter how Sabine tried to make it apparent. One of these kicks had to finish her off eventually right? She was being bitter, whether she actually wanted to die was dubious at best. She just felt defiant about the whole ordeal in general, and dying sounded like a good way to spite her captors.

Hold one, they were going where? The mountain, The Lover’s Tomb, is that the place the princess had meant? It was the only mountain source of magic the sorcerer had ever mentioned to her, so that had to be it unless there was a second magical mountain on the far side of the forest. They were going to have to go through the entire forest to reach it. When she had been told they would be going in she’d had no idea just how far. The distance somehow added to the offence of the trespass. Sabine was less and less happy as new information poured in. Had she been paying attention enough to catch the bit about the horses Sabine would have flung herself off of a balcony.

Oh? What was this? They would be listening to her orders now? Sabine doubted it, she gave a dead-eyed look to everyone. Yeah, this lot wasn’t going to listen to a damn thing she had to say. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying. She was getting tired just thinking about the effort that would take. Effort being something she was short of in the moment.

She went back to staring at the ground in dejectedness.


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Emily could not help but feel that a majority of the Princess's tirade was directed toward her, considering that she was probably the one who'd said the most so far. Though she didn't outwardly smile, she couldn't help but feel a little amused by the fact that apparently she had inadvertently gotten the others chewed out as well. Regardless, she made a mental note to not press the issue, and to be far more careful with her words around the princess. She doubted the others would like her very much if she kept getting them into trouble by opening her mouth. So she sat with a closed mouth and attentive eyes as the princess explained the general plan for the next.

It all seemed rather clean cut, honestly. Escort the princess across the Empire and through the forest to investigate a specific magical site. She glanced at the individuals gathered and nodded to herself, noting it to be the perfect amount of bodies for a scouting mission. She had led a few herself during the war, but was pleased that she wasn't the one in charge this time. In fact, apparently she wasn't even considered to be second or third, which suited her just fine. She'd less to think about that way, and she had always been good at following orders. Once the princess's explanation was over and she asked for any questions or concerns, Emily was the one to raise her hand.

She'd made sure she'd excised any wisp of a smile she might've had in fear of being mistaken for flippant before she spoke. "Yes, I have a question," she began, her tone carrying the same seriousness as her face, "What is the route we plan to take?" she asked, glancing between the princess and the white-haired woman. It sounded like either could answer the question. Emily hesitated for a moment before reaching for one of her trouser pockets, and retrieved a small leather bound journal and charcoal pencil. She peeled the journal open, revealing the contents of a few pages as sketches of flowers and birds, before finding a blank set, intending to take notes.

Sabine scratched her head lazily, and picked out a flea. She regarded it with annoyance, she never used to have fleas, fucking emperor. Squishing it between her fingers she smeared it on the ground before noticing that the lady with the bright blue eyes and dark hair was looking at her. "You'll get as far as you can I guess." was her only response before she folded her arms and looked away. Wasn't the Princess supposed to be answering questions? What a pain in the ass.

Emily sighed and subtly shook her head. She should've probably saw that one coming. Her glance then fell on the princess.

Happy to see the seemingly lax falconer attentive, Camilla was quickly brought down again by her shackled guest's reply. Recovering, she quickly answered. "We will be taking the main road east for roughly a week, at which point we will leave it and travel along the assortment of dirt paths that exist in that part of the countryside. Two carriages have been prepared for us with enough supplies to last several weeks." Turning slightly to remind herself of who would be serving as her guide, she sighed. "From there we will be relying on our guide to travel through the forest safely."

"Hey, hey, how am I supposed to keep you safe. People don't come back from that forest for a good reason Princess." Sabine felt a sudden spurt of energy and got up, getting in Camilla's face, she was... she had to stop them from going if she could. They weren't supposed to go in there. The Sorceror wouldn't like it. He might even... "The forest doesn't give a damn who your father is. There is no Emperor or Princesses it recognizes." Her cheeks were slightly coloured with red, she was really getting worked up, her fists shaking. This wasn't fair.

Ezra had listened to the princess speak and was contemplating what she had told them, mentally keeping track of the important bits, including the Lord Executioner's status as their leader, and his own changing opinion of the princess. As was his habit, he had been softly rubbing his stubble when Sabine jumped up. She had been speaking, but if Ezra was being honest, he wasn't listening to the rabid girl. When she got in the princess's face, however, Ezra's hand fell to the sword at his waist, and he took a half step forward before restraining himself. Technically, approaching the princess with his weapon drawn was justification enough for Caius to kill him on the spot. He had only drawn his blade an inch from it's sheath, but he knew Caius would likely not care about a trivial detail such as that. It also dawned on him that he was about to pull steel on an unarmed lady, and as dirty and impolite as she was, he knew he wouldn't strike her down unless she had a weapon of her own. A second passed, and Ezra relaxed as it became apparent that Sabine would not harm the princess.

Turned around by the sudden outburst, Camilla faced the dirtied face of someone who apparently liked the dungeons. Sadly, they would have to wait and something simpler would have to do. She couldn't put too much weight forward, but it was enough to send Sabine to the ground, a place she would need to become accustomed to if she was going to continue with this. "I have already seen it. I have seen your forest. I have seen that tree you live in. And I have seen myself there. The forest will recgonize me because it already has." They were all going to learn about her eventually, so it might as well have been now.

Sabine was reminded of exactly how weak she was when she unceremoniously flopped to the floor, painfully. All of her bruises and possible aquired mircofractures screaming at her for her stupidity. She took a minute to even move, and moving hurt even more. God damnit. This weakness was absolute cow shit. She resolved to at least sit up, but she wasn't moving, not for now. "You've... seen it... liar." Sabine didn't even know what that meant, but she assumed that meant that the Princess had been there, in which case... why the fuck was she even needed? Moreover, that couldn't be. No one got past Sabine's tracking senses and she sure as shit didn't remember killing this jackass. She certainly would if she ever got the chance, she was sure of it.

And the princess shoved Sabine to the ground. Ezra's lips twisted into a slight smirk. Did she really need an escort after all?And what she had said about having seen the forest... Ezra's smile disappeared. Did she possess some gift, some magic? Was that even possible?

Sabine flopped back down, she was done, they could kill her for all she cared. She was done now. She just didn't have the energy and every part of her body was screaming. Dignity be damned. Who had the energy for dignity anymore? Sure as shit not her. She was wolf now. No more talking.

Ezra had to stifle a choke when Sabine suddenly became a wolf. He had heard rumors from across the empire of strange and magical happenings, but never witnessed such a thing himself. Despite the frequency of the rumors, and even the words of the princess concerning the purpose of their journey, he largely assumed it was just superstition. Now he needed a moment to collect his thoughts.

Bellemere had sat out the situation with increasing indifference, only looking up when the princess and her newly anointed dog elevated their passive aggressive shit-flinging to one shoving the other on the floor. Before bickering like little kids. As much as that was a mental enjoyment, the assassin remained straight-faced as she kicked herself from the wall and approached the lady knight who, she noted, had brandished a journal to write on.

Tapping the other woman’s shoulder for attention, Bellemere gestured to the journal and pencil. There wasn’t much else she could do to pose a question, and she didn’t think anyone in the room was learned enough to know signs. Even if they did, the Sisterhood had their own take on it so writing the question down was the next best thing. Someone needed to read it for her, though.

Emily glanced down at her journal and back to the sister, before handing it and the pencil to her. The sentences "Certain Death," and "Weird Magic," were the only things written, clear that she wasn't expecting anyone else to read it.

With a nod, Bellemere took the pencil and journal before quickly scribbling down a question that she’d meant to ask ever since the cursed forest came up. It was a wonder nobody else had yet, but maybe she was the only one to notice that the white-haired woman had come from the forest. Unharmed and all. Adding her final words, the assassin handed the journal and pencil back to their rightful owner.

Emily looked down at the journal and what the sister had written in it, tilting her head at the question now in her journal. "That's a good question," Emily told Bellemere, before putting voice to it. "The sister here wants to know how she," she started, gesturing toward Sabine-- who was now a wolf, for some reason, "gets out of the forest if people don't come back." Emily added a little twist to her own brow at the end.

"Ahem, if I may interject?" Ezra interjected, not waiting for permission. This meeting was clearly informal. "I think it's obvious, the answer to your question, my lady." He nodded towards Bellemere, and continued. "It's clear our 'guide' has some measure of magical ability." He made another gesture towards the wolf and gave a half smile. "You can come and go as you please, can't you? The forest is your home, and I have a feeling we'll have a far greater chance of survival with you showing us the way."

Ezra then turned to face the princess. "If I may, your grace, what did you mean when you said you have 'seen yourself' in the forest?" Ezra had already came to his conclusion, but he wanted to hear it directly from the princess. "Moreover, and no offense, but what in particular qualifies you to investigate this magical mountain? When you say you've seen the forest, and this girl's home, are you implying you yourself possess a magical gift?" Ezra's words came out a little more accusatory than he had meant them, but he kept his expression neutral and inquisitive.

Caius relaxed a fraction when the princess placed her hand on his own. Perhaps it was an attempt to calm him, or stay his hand if he decided to attack the feral woman. Whatever her reason quickly became irrelevant as she proceeded to wipe the filth from her hands onto his gauntlets. It didn't matter that the leather was permanently saturated with old blood, or that the metal was stained with the same. It was the act in itself that mattered.

While he was unsure of her intent. Whether she was blatantly disrespecting him by using him as little more than a rag, or it was an unconcious gesture, or even pure, ignorant hubris, it didn't matter. The princess had earned the enmity of the Lord Executioner. Regardless if she met her end, or came home the triumphant hero that saved the world from magic, he would claim her hand.

Caius banished own dark musings, as Camilla addressed those present. He had been briefed on the necessary details in the days prior. His time with the emperor had been particularly illuminating.

It wasn't until the feral girl and the princess clashed with one another that Caius deigned to respond. Only this time, it was not to move in defense of Camilla. The Lord Executioner turned his attention towards Ezra, noting the reflexive manner in which he reached for his sword. He knew the man would lay down his life to keep Camilla safe. Such was the reason for his current lot in life. His actions made perfect sense, but what did not, was why he was armed, or why he was here in the first place.

His patience having finally worn thin, Caius wordlessly moved to stand before their apparent guide. It was unusual, to be certain, but he was a pragmatic man.

"Change back, Wolf Girl.", he commanded, his rich voice seeming all the more authorative due to the small room.

Being a man used to being obey, Caius didn't wait to see if Sabine would, instead he walked towards the door in which they had all entered and gestured for one of the guards to come with him.

The pair stopped before Sabine again, and Caius pointed at her, saying, "Feed her, clothe her, and for Istutia's sake, bathe her. I want her in top form by tomorrow, Falhurst."

Once more, he didn't wait to see if the guard, Falhurst, would obey him, or if the girl would even accept his help. She did not. That is, obey, and only bared her teeth, which looked pearly white next to her dingy fur, when Falhurst neared, leaving the man unsure of what to do.

Caius turned towards the group and slammed the butt of his axe upon the floor, demanding attenion and cutting off Ezra towards the end of his question.

"If this is the way our foray into the wild is going to start, then we may as well slit our throats right now and save whatever we might encounter the trouble.", he intoned, pulling his hood down and crossing his hands over his axe.

The hood finally lowered revealed a man that might have been handsome, were it not for the heavy lines beneath his eyelids, making it clear he did not sleep much, and the jaded look in his eyes. Even chastising them, his impassive stare flagged little.

"We have allowed our guide into a deadly place from which few, if any, have returned, and the only person we know to have an inkling as to what we'll face has be beaten, starved, and imprisoned. Perhaps it is fortunate that I am now at the head of this expedition, the decision making thus far is rather suspect."

He looked the group over, letting his words sink in before continuing. "There will be no conflict once we depart, this leads to death. We will approach this journey as if it were a battle. The plans have been laid, the supplies have been gathered, and the objective is clear. Orders will be obeyed, we will establish a synergy and work as a cohesive unit, and discuss any matter pertaining to the group. Anyone who disobeys, causes trouble, or harm, or endangers the group will be severly punished." As he finished his last sentence, his gaze found that of Ezra and he pointed at the younger exile. "I have but one question... Why are we being accompanied by a traitor and murderer?"

With the dog lying tired on the floor, and the Lord Executioner demanding cohesion, things seemed as though they would, at the very least, be calmed from this point on. Then came the immediate contradiction. "Sir Ezra is here because he is a capable warrior whose treason and murder were of soldiers terrorizing the people of the Empire. He was no doubt chosen by the Emperor for this task for his talents and the belief that he would serve well here." Camilla may have the ocassional criticism of her father, one's she was even willing to openly voice, but for another to do so was incredibly disrespectful, especially when he was nowhere to be seen. A scowl formed on her lips. "Until you have expressed your grievances to the Emperor, put away your axe and accusations, for there will be no more conflict tonight either." Frustrated enough with what had already happened, Camilla had no patience left for questions or fights and raised a hand to her head to fruitlessly try to sooth the aching. "This meeting is over. You have learned all you needed to tonight and some of us need a night's sleep to calm themselves."

While this went on, a strange standoff between Falhurst and Sabine ensued, she with her teeth barred, staring him down, and he half squatting with his hands out, figuring out a way to carry out his orders and not lose any fingers. Half a moment went by before he took off his cloak and sort of threw it over Sabine's head. He gingerly attempted picking her up, trying to get her to stand on her own, only to be met with an uncooperative limp wolf. This seemed to embolden him and he figured he could just carry her with little trouble. They exited the meeting, to find maids. "I'll have to burn my damn cloak after this..." he mumbled.

Try as she might, Emily could not hide the grin this caused.