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Cord Braxton

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a character in “Calisma”, as played by Adantas

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Full Name: Cordelia Braxton

Nickname: Lady Brax to all others and if she was sane enough to have friends they would call her Cord

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Sexual Orientation: Unknown

Height: 5'6

Race: Human

Class Shaman

Skills: She communes with the spirits. They guide her and while it most likely lead to her mental instability, their voices give her knowledge. The strong connection that she has with the spirits enables her to evoke their will. Aside from her natural ability, she also is very skilled in wielding a staff and has used it on many occasions to defend herself.

Weakness(es): Her mind isn't quite there and is prone to bursts of insanity and therefore is known to incoherently babble and while some of it can be cryptically useful, most of it isn't. Aside from her lunacy, Cord has a crippling fear of being 'contained'. She can't bear it when she is suddenly trapped. Unable to escape, unable to control her body. Because she lost control of her mind, having no control over her body terrifies her to no end. It makes her desperate and very, very volatile. Her fear is also connected to the fact that if she can't control her body, what is stopping the spirits from doing so. She irrationally believes that if she is unable to move, she has no control over the spirits possessing her body. It is partly untrue, it isn't actually possible, but because she so strongly believes it, the spirits are able to enter her body more freely without her consent. This means, that if a particularly malicious spirit intends to control her, it is very easy to do so and she has a very deadly fighting technique that she doesn't even fully realise.

Equipment: Carries at all times a small pouch attached to her hip that contains small bones as well as an ornate dagger that is easily fooled as harmless but in actuality is incredibly sharp and is used for carving those bones. Another valuable item that she is not seen without is a small tin container with tiny holes punctured on the top. Filled inside is some mystic smelling salts that she had travelled far to retrieve. They help her connect with the spirits. Finally she also carries with her a large staff, as tall as she is that is gnarled and twisted. Hanging from the curled knob of the tip of the staff is a small silvery ribbon with a pendant attached.

Personal Quote: "The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept."

Description: Cordelia's mass of curling golden wheat coloured hair is her most prominent feature and is startling when first glanced upon. Mixed within her luscious locks are feathers and small beads. If you are able to look past her sweeping hair and gaze onto her face, it is touched with soft curving features. But it is her striking eyes that captivate, a piercing grey that is sharp, a stark contrast to her gentle appearance.

Neither dainty nor voluptuous, her figure doesn't stand out but she has a certain way about her. Her gait graceful fit for one who dances to their own tune. Fluid movements and outrageous hand gestures are common when in Cord's company.

It started as a simple tunic but as the drab tan colour gnawed at her she began to add bits and pieces. Soon it had swirling beads, and entwined ribbons throughout it. It is accompanied by a large, hooded black cloak that trails all the way to the ground, held only by two clasps near her neck. It is surprisingly simple compared to her normal dress and is her physical protection against others.

Her pale skin has strange markings on it, an array of symbols travelling from her chest all the way down her left arm. Other than that she is unmarked by any normal blemishes.

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Personality: The battle of her mind, long given up, sparks unusual characteristics in her. She has no understanding about other's emotions and often finds them irrational. She appears to be curious when someone is either distressed or excited. She can come across as cold and heartless as she can make casual but cruel statements about others and she cannot comprehend the responses that some people give when she hurts them.

While her mind is lost, her heart is another matter. She craves acceptance and love but doesn't understand that, that is what she wants. Overwhelming confusion is often part of Cordelia and she can be seen as easily frustrated when people make arguments against her. She is always right and with her ability to communicate with the spirits she believes that she knows better. If she has made a decision no amount of arguing will be able to change it.

Surprisingly, Cord is a very selfless person and would do anything for someone she feels she understands. Some of the acts she is willing to commit to help others takes a lot of courage and while she isn't one you would expect to do so considering she can't fully understand, it is something that she does without thought. Talking to the spirits is another matter, no longer able to contain her conversation with them in her head she is often heard holding a conversation with herself. When talking to the spirits she appears lucid, sweet and kind, even polite. She respects them and knows in that small sane part of her consciousness that they are something beyond her.

History: In one of Calisma's many isolated villages, Cord's childhood was filled with conflict. From her birth she had been marked as a one connected to the spirits, but like most it wouldn't appear until they were older and able to comprehend the connection. It was only chance that an old Shaman was travelling through. It was said that the village had been her home as a young one before she was known to have the gift. She assisted in the birth and as she held the crying babe, it's arms flailing as it screeched to the world, she noticed the pale mark on her left palm. Similar to hers, she knew that this child was marked.

She warned the parents that their child was marked and that it was only a matter of time before she would need to be trained. She offered to take the child but the Braxtons refused, angered that this woman would dare ask to take their first born child. The woman said nothing and disappeared into the night. Her parents put the Shamans warnings to the back of their minds, more concerned about how they would celebrate the birth of their first child. But all did not go as planned.

Cordelia was a quiet child, from her first initial wail at birth she had not so much as squeaked a protest. While it was a pleasant for her parents, it struck them as odd and soon it was being rumoured around the town that she was different. By the time she was around five, her brother and sister had arrived and soon her parents were too busy taken care of them to really notice her. Since learning to talk, she would be heard speaking strange and broken sentences to herself. Her parent's began to worry, the words of the Shaman woman echoing in their minds.

Soon simple things became difficult, Cord wasn't responding well, tantrums where common and she would disappear for hours on end. It was terrifying for both her and her parents. She would hear these ancient voices, unfathomable words that held too complex meanings for a child of five. She soon became an outcast, shunned by her peers and feared by her family. She was growing up alone and confused, unable to express what the spirits where passing onto her.

But the Shaman hadn't abandoned her, she knew this would happen and had returned, unfortunately too late as she hadn't guessed the extent to the girls power. Yet, it was enough time to salvage something of the poor child, before she was driven so crazed that she would end her life, no older than six. The Shaman went first to her parents and asked again whether they would allow her to take their daughter. They begged her too, pleading that she was needed to be cured and that they were terrified of their child. The old woman gave them a final look, staring at these people who couldn't realise the gift that their daughter had been given and the burden that they had put upon her. She took Cordelia, telling the young girl that she is going away, going somewhere where she can understand.

They left at dusk and the small girl didn't even look back to the parents who never accepted her. She looked up at this new guardian, a flurry of voices streaming through her head as she tried to work out who this was. With too much in her head at all times it was hard to make sense of things but she soon began calling the Shaman Lady Silence. She seemed to have a profound effect on the girl, able to quieten the shadowy sounds that the many spirits around her where constantly filling in her head. While these times she was able to gather her thoughts, she had spent too long in the strange clutter of perplexing words to truly have a sense of reality back. But with the patience and wisdom of Lady Silence she was able to learn. She was able to gain some control on her communication with the spirits.

These times where peaceful and they travelled around the land. But there was trouble brewing as well as a looming shadow surrounding Lady Silence. The old woman knew not what the spirits meant when they spoke of an illness but she knew of her imminent departure. She had not told Cordelia who was only just at her twentieth year, that her mentor, her guardian would be leaving this realm soon. In preparation, she began to teach the unstable girl how to protect herself, how to arm and defend herself if she ever needed it. Surprisingly, she was able to pick it up relatively quickly. It was using the body not the mind and she soon became quite adept at wielding a combat.

But Lady Silence wasn't finished yet, there was still one more thing that she had to do. To ensure that poor Cordelia didn't revert back to her instability, she taught her the bones. A technique that only the most powerful Shamans could control and those that had years of experience. She knew that Cord would be able to use it, to flourish the ability as her mark was like any other and unlike the other Shamans whom had years of training to let the spirits flow freely through them and understand their mysterious ways, Cordelia had been like a live wire all her life.

It was a rather simple technique, one that Cord didn't even need instructions too. It all sort of happened. With the bone and ornate knife in hand she entered a trance like she always did when communing with the spirits only this time, she was aware of her hands moving. The mystical energy flowed through her and when she opened her eyes a delicately carved bone was held in one hand. It was incredible and then it was simply a matter of Lady Silence teaching her to read it. These bones where of dire power as they foretold the future. Giving her moments of the sharpest clarity.

The old Shaman was right to prepare Cordelia because in the night, her heart failed, taking her in a gasp of breath. By morning Cordelia found her only friend, the only one who understood her gone. Confusion overrode her distorted mind and threw her into a frenzy of overwhelming emotions. While her consciousness wasn't completely there anyway, during this time she was almost lost, her mind nearing the cliff like it had as a child. But then, a sort of emptiness entered her mind, the same sensation when Lady Silence connected to the spirits with her and then she knew, with complete hold on reality that she was there, always there for her. She built a shrine for Lady Silence, burying her body beneath complexly engraved stones. She couldn't bear to leave the old staff that the old woman carried with her at all times. So now, it became a part of her.

For six years she travelled alone, avoiding places with people as she knew that she wouldn't be able to understand them. Instead she focused on surviving, living in the forest happily in tune with the older and more docile spirits. But it couldn't go on like that, while she gained immeasurable knowledge that she couldn't access, there was an different kind of emptiness inside her that seemed to grow. She didn't realise it but she craved human company, a soft reassuring touch that meant it was alright. Because of that, she packed up one day, leaving most of her belongings and just taking a pack, the staff and the clothes on her back.

Anything Else: She has lived a secluded life and has managed to avoid most of the conflict that has been happening throughout Calisma and so she has no such alliance to anyone. Meaning that if an enemy were to approach her and gain her trust, she would easily follow them believing that their quest is right. Although, in some cases, the resistance of the spirits against a person is enough to persuade her not to trust them.

So begins...

Cord Braxton's Story

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Disjointed blackness. Images and people, blurring as one. It made no sense, not that much did anyway but this was a different form of nonsensicalness. She didn't understand, there were constant voices around her, some spoken eerily like on the wind and others harsh and loud, booming like eruptions of the earth. There were voices of the spirits, usually so serene and calm, crackling and buzzing like angered wasps, but still ever so quiet as a whisper. The other voices where people, men; creatures that she rarely came in contact with.

Her mind burned as she tried to recall what had happened, dizziness coming wave after wave. She was following something, there had been a melodic tune that lured her to this path. Like a faithful dog, she obeyed and began her travel towards the unknown. She knew not of other villages, let alone whole cities, so it concerned her not the direction she was heading. Another sudden flash of pain as she attempted to bring the memory to light as to what exactly had happened on the road to this place. It seemed lost the actual event, but fleeting moments such as the voices, roughness and sudden disability and blindness engulfed her.

The array of images in her mind abruptly dissolve as her eyes snap open. A war drum was playing in her heart as she found herself unable to move. A cold and crippling terror began to work through her body as feeling returned back to her body. Everything was overwhelming and in that moment she needed to release it. Her throat was ragged raw that when her scream did erupt it came out cracked and muffled. Muffled because she found that there was something occupying the space in her mouth. A gag had been placed between her lips, rendering her ability to scream her fury obsolete. She became more and more frantic, eyes whirling around and limbs thrashing against the restraints. Even her feet had been tied down, and as she became more and more volatile in her movements she was soon becoming out of breath. It didn't occur to her that if she had stayed calm, her captors wouldn't have restricted her so. But of course, her fear was more overpowering, the knowing that she could no longer be in control of her limbs terrified her to no end and her struggling soon became more desperate. While it had begun to rock the chair, it was too heavyset to possibly knock it over with her light weight.

So focused on getting out of her bonds that she hadn't realised that all around her were people in similar positions. A wetness was beginning to form in her eyes as it dawned on her that this was inescapable. She was helpless, defeated and unable to stop the coming. Her head sunk, lowering to her chest and she closed her eyes. There were spirits all around her, this was indeed a very powerful place and she knew that shortly one would take control, but aside from their haunting wordless cries she could hear others, but they were so indiscernible that she paid them no mind. Only concern now was how long she had left.

Like the flood gates had been loosed there was a sudden and powerful rushing of energy through her. A numbness settled over her and a different blackness surrounded her. There stood, in her minds eye, a thin, well built and clearly battle worn man. His daunting walk towards her seemed to emit power, embodying the very fear of someone vastly stronger than her taking over, enslaving her in her own body. He stood before her, steely eyes burrowing into her and grave expression set like stone.

"Get up." The words reverberated throughout the ominous place. She obliged. "Foolish child, if I had not the foreboding I would not bother with talking with you." He looked away, scowl clear on his face. "Calisma is in the midst of chaos and for some reason you are a part of it. Now is not the time to be lost. There are a many whom have so wished to reclaim their life within you, I and the one you call Lady Silence have kept them at bay. There are those that need you. You, the connection between us and the living, something that will greatly aid in the coming trials. So, arise!" His final words exploded and like sand on the wind, he vanished.


Suddenly awakened, her head whipped up and another protest erupted from her throat. From where she could see, there was a grizzly of a man removing the bonds of another woman. Wildly shaking, and calling out as loud as she could over the din of commotion she tried to gain some attention, not a difficult objective when the other captives were unconscious.

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Acacia looked at the woman, a bemused look on her face. The woman said something about oats, but Acacia wasn't certain whether the woman was addressing her, or merely making some sort of riddle. Though Acacia was good at riddles, she could make little sense of what she was saying. At least the woman was able to cut her own bindings. The golden haired woman then jumped up and stretched, oblivious to the confrontation going on around them. Acacia took a step away to go free someone else, only to be stopped by the woman grasping her arms with a strong grip that made Acacia wince. She suddenly became frantic, saying that the Lady of Silence was gone, but soon began to just babble incoherently. Acacia quickly began to wonder if the woman's captivity had done something to her mind.

At the same time, Prince Rydas began yelling at them, making it seem like they were in the wrong, and telling them to stop freeing the prisoners. He accused the prisoners of being part of the Tk, something Acacia had a hard time believing. The more Rydas spoke, the more she was convinced that he was bewitched by the woman sitting next to him. If he wasn't either he, or the group, was missing some vital piece of information. Mirabella attempted to reason with him, and Acacia hoped he would see the sense in what she was saying. Feylon, of course, decided the best thing to do was to insult him. Why did he like doing that so much?

Acacia's focus quickly went back to the woman who was still tightly grabbing her arms, still frantically babbling. Acacia tried to pry the woman's painful grip from her arms, but to no avail. The woman was frantic enough to make Acacia believe this Lady of Silence was extremely important to her. She looked into the woman's eyes and asked, "Who is the Lady of Silence?" After a pause, she moved her arms up to grip the woman's shoulders and, with a single shake, continued, "Where is she? Who took her? Who took the Lady of Silence?"

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She was unseeing, there were voices all around her, but then when wasn't there? It was confusing her, never had there been so many human voices mixed with the furious howling of the spirits. She couldn't decipher any of it and the words she did catch from some mysterious person off to the side, made no sense. Instead, she had to focus on the task at hand. Getting Oats to help her find Lady Silence. Too many people, too many sounds speaking all at once, no space for her own thought. She suddenly found herself being squeezed back, and there was the sing song voice again. The spirit that wasn't a spirit, Oats was talking to her. She came into sharp focus, her chattering stopping and eyes locked onto the young woman in front of her. She had never heard Lady Silence's name spoken by another and it felt like somewhat of an intrusion, but she couldn't harm someone with the voice of the spirits. Arms falling limp by her side, she addressed the woman, her questions only then registering.

"Who? Tweet Twoo, no, not a who. No, no, no, no. Calm yourself." It was like a click of the fingers, the change in Cord was instant, she went from disjointed, energetic rambling to thoughtful, slow and deliberate sayings, she hadn't even realised that the change had been brought upon by the two simple words that Lady Silence had often told her. "There were many, a wondering, a path, following the whisperings." Her features scrunched slightly, trying to recall the memory of how she had been brought here. "Two, buzzing, so angry. Black and one shrouded, the masked one and the Vixen." She looked quizzical for a moment, something niggling at the back of her mind. She turned to the side, where the commotion was happening. It was difficult to see past the many bodies that were all addressing someone but as she just caught a glimpse everything came flooding back. It had been that man and the woman beside him. She was bathed in a darkness, something that angered the spirits. She was a sort of conniving and shifty woman, an appeal that the Lady Silence had told her was called seduction, something woman often used. But that simply wasn't just it, the spirits were telling her, they were wailing at her that there was something wrong. The man, he was not dark like her, but in the same token he had a mist surrounding him like he was cloaked in the blackness of The Vixen woman.

That fact would be of some importance, but to Cord she had no interest in the Vixen woman's doings, all she was concerned about was the fact that they were the two who had taken lady Silence from her. Calmness was swiftly ebbing away from her and the mumblings started again. Her eyes were fixated on the two, the male was standing, directing his sword to one in yellow, looking ever imposing. But that was irrelevant to Cord, who was more concerned about how she would get this strange man to give her back Lady Silence. With surprising force, she tore herself from Oats' grip and began marching towards him, her hand digging deep inside the many folds of her tunic that concealed her ornate dagger. Her voice began to rise and words began to sound clearer.

"Foolish, trapped behind the gauze, blinded don't you see? Trapped in Vixen's claws, both you and Lady Silence! Retract, retrieve and reveal!" She had her dagger out and with extended arm was pointing it directly at the man, she was still a few meters away, but was shortening the gap. She was getting angry, influence of the writhing spirits around her, but it was no longer the masked one that she was facing, instead her direction changed and she was heading straight for the woman. "They scream at you, they wail at you. Why? Donned in black, friends with death, you've cast your net now release Lady Silence!"

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There was more speaking! Always more confusing speaking that Cord only wished would go away so she could clear her thoughts. But she had to ignore it, her only task to descend upon the woman who had taken Lady Silence. Her pace quickened but before she even got the chance to get past the cloaked man, his deep yell penetrated something in her mind that even commanded her to stop. Even more confused, her outstretched hand hung suspended, held by some unseen force, her frown burrowed trying to come to terms as to why she had been halted from seeking answers from the Vixen. She had to blink a few times, because before her eyes it seemed as if the blackness that was surrounding the cloaked man was dissipating, dispersing as if blown by some otherworldly wind. It was weakening, he was slowly being released but the Vixen was still alive, she was still there, as powerful as ever. Unsure, what to do Cord simply stood there, confusion written clear on her face. The woman rose, the blackness that surrounded her pulsing and gaining momentum with each passing beat, and soon her voice was added to the clamour within Cord's head. But with what she was saying and what was happening, Cord was actually able to get what was going on. And it was far beyond anything good. A different type of fear entered her heart. The type of fear that squeezes tightly in the heart, that gives someone the sense that they could die right then and there. The desperate need to have the familiar grainy texture of the ancient wooden staff drove the deranged woman into life. The Succubus as Cord was able to recognise even before she had started morphing, was still talking, but Cord's feet were already moving, not looking to stick around to find out what the demon had in store. Dagger still in hand she charged past people, hating the fact that they were all still captivated by her voice. What was so enchanting about it? It was nothing like the ethereal whispers of the spirits, nor even the melodic tune of Oats. Even the normal people didn't have that hint of lusty husk that was so obviously present. Although, Cord didn't fully understand the matters of sex and relationships she felt rather than knew what it was.

Her sandals where slapping the marble floor, alarmingly loud even to her ears, amidst the sole voice of the Vixen. It seemed that she had hardly gone anywhere before a deep and terrible rumbling was heard from behind. It was more horrid than she could have ever imagined. She had been touched by some menacing spirits before, those with no souls but clinging on through revenge, hate, fear and jealousy. But these creatures, these monsters where actual flesh and blood, things that could cause her bodily harm. She couldn't help it, she had to face the beasts she knew were coming. It was definitely a mistake, the horrific monsters where the very embodiment of Cord's deepest and most darkest of nightmares. The kind that haunted her as a child and where the most base and evil of creations. Things with sharp claws, and even sharper teeth that shone dully from plaque and decaying gums. It's stick-like, elongated limbs were corded with sinewy muscle, clearly able to take a head with one swipe. They were coming and there were coming fast. The only good fortune was that she had put the other strange people between herself and the demons. But she knew that wouldn't last for long, the beasts were hungry and there weren't enough of them to battle them off. She needed Lady Silence.

She had begun moving again, her feet leading her when she herself did not know where to go. The staff must have been around here somewhere, it couldn't be far because it was as if Cord could feel that ever trusting presence. But she needed guidance, and guidance she was given. Over the sudden howls that had blanketed the air, and furious hissing of the spirits, amongst it all there was a deep humming. The more Cord moved in one direction the louder it got, Closer and closer, it grew in crescendo. Until she found herself in a small alcove in the wall that was partly hidden by a large draping velvet curtain. More yelling added to the orchestra of horror, but she still had time. As she thrust the heavy material away to her delight it revealed a few swords, some spears but most brilliantly, Lady Silence. She grasped the old and gnarled staff as if it were her very life string. The small engraved charms pulsed under her finger tips, giving her just enough warning to turn around to see one of the beasts break away and head in her direction. The thing was drooling, big clumps of disgusting saliva spraying as it bounded towards her. Before she had even began to process the fact that the creature was coming for her her legs were on the move. She dashed to the side to put some distance between it and her. How did someone who could hardly comprehend a simple thought attempt to outmanoeuvre and outsmart a blood thristy demon? Through reaction and just the most basic of methods that don't even require a thought, something that only a mentally unstable person could achieve. It became suddenly a whole lot simpler without panicking thoughts to crowd her mind.Golden locks flying behind her she careened towards another alcove that was the symmetrical pair to the one she had found lady Silence, in the architectural design of the room. It too was blanketed by the thick velvet and as she neared, the panting and snarling was closing in behind her. With no more than a few feet away from stone wall Cord took to the floor. Using the momentum and the sleekness of the floor she slid on her side and tucked away neatly under the curtain. The soles of her feet took the brunt of the force as she collided with the wall, but she didn't stop. In an instant she had tucked herself into the corner of the alcove but even then it had barely been in time.

The same momentum had caused the beast to have no chance of stopping as it headed straight for Cord. It charged directly into the curtain, it's bulk tangling in the material. A sickening thud was heard as the blinded beast crashed head first into the stone wall, but it only seemed to faze it for a few moments. Soon the space was filled with thrashing limbs, only infuriated that it had been momentarily halted by the thick curtain. Cord groped around trying to find something longer and sharper than either her staff or dagger, which somehow she still had managed to hold onto, but she was out of luck. It was empty and the razor claws were breaking through, furiously trying to tear it's way through. It seemed she was trapped, the tearing had begun, the cloth giving way against the hair splitting talons. She had to get out. Doing the only thing she knew how, she reacted. From her crouching position she sprung up and using Lady Silence she pole vaulted herself atop the infuriated beast. The whole railing had come down when it had crashed into the curtain with such power, so now there was a clear space for her to escape from above. Scrambling to stay atop the monster just long enough to jump off and start running, it lurched violently under her prepared stance. At the wrong moment she leapt but the awkward angle threw her off and she went sailing to the ground, just managing to bring her hands up to stop her face from planting into the marble. Her knuckles pained her greatly from where they took the first impact and then were crusted beneath the staff, dagger and her weight. But the beast didn't let up, in it's enraged strength it took one mighty swipe and sliced the curtain clean in half, finally releasing itself. It roared as it's maniac eyes searched for the one it had been chasing. Cord had only but rolled over to see the demon's claw come at her. It struck her on the side, the tips tearing right through her clothes and digging into her hip and just above and below. Three large gashes and a force that propelled her across the floor. It burned like the flames of hell had been set alight. It was overwhelming agony that numbed any action she could have made, leaving her completely immobile. She had actually been lucky, the beast had still been off balanced when it had swung, curving upwards instead of down into her.

She was beginning to feel woozy, blackness swam across her eyes. She had dropped the dagger beside her and her hand had gone to her side. She pressed it firmly against the wound, causing another wave of delirious pain. There was no chance that she would be able to get up, let alone defend herself in the few seconds that the demon would be upon her. A sudden and wordless cry escaped her lips, the sound so bereft of conciousness that it was her only ability to pray to Lady Silence to save her. Somehow she answered her, but in a different way. Somehow, Lady Silence gave her enough strength to call out a single word. One that held so much innocence and blind trust. To the one person who had, whether just from obligation or actual kindness, released her and wanted to help her.

"OATS!"

In that moment, no matter what happened, if she woke up there would be an unquestionable, devoted and fierce loyalty to the one alive person that she had met. Her vision began to swim and she soon no longer had the strength to prop herself up. As her eyes closed, she thought to herself, in a scarily lucid tone: I can't die like this, I won't die. It is not my time. And then blackness engulfed her.

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The Moonmaiden’s cleric barely registered the responses of the various people that she had helped free as her eyes trained upon the dramatic scene that rapidly unfolded before her. People she didn’t know were locked in a war of words- a war that would ultimately affect the future of each and every being that had been held prisoner at this mad banquet. One woman with golden hair and mishmash armor tried to appease the Prince while others hurled words as sharp as daggers at him in an effort to break through the enchantment that enthralled him. The Prince looked wide-eyed and panicked and it would only be a matter of time until things came to a head. Battle would erupt, Siobhán could feel it in her very bones and she retreated to a far corner of the room to prepare one of her spells.

Drawing a small pouch from her belt loop, she tugged at the ties, loosening them so that she could withdraw its contents. A small reliquary tumbled into her outstretched palm and dipping low towards the ground, she set it upon the floor as she offered up a quick prayer to the Lady of Silver in her time of need. Instead of the more easily broken shield spell that she had cast upon herself earlier, the reliquary suddenly vanished and Siobhán’s form now held a Holy Aura that would ripple out into a small area around her, offering up the same protection to any humans that were close to the cleric. The spell was one of the strongest that she had and her breath left her body in a sudden whoosh as if the wind had been knocked out of her. A few moments were needed to gather her thoughts and strength once more but even as the demons were unleashed upon the banquet room, she found a sort of peace and strength in the protection provided by her Goddess. The spell’s component was priceless but the effect of the divine magic was needed. It would increase protection for anyone affected by the Holy Aura from attacks, it would ward them against evil spells, it would block possession or mental influence, and if an evil creature tried a melee attack they had a chance to be blinded.

The chance to test the spell came quickly and even before she could fully stand up from her crouched position, one of the demon creatures came rushing towards her with its appendages wind-milling in her direction. A soft, shocked gasp left her throat and even as she moved to run from the vrock it seemed to stumble over its own clawed feet and crash to the ground with a loud clatter of noise. Siobhán seemed at a loss as to what to do. Her training at the temple had mostly consisted of protection and healing spells with only a few offensive spells thrown in towards the end of her lessons to aid her in her travels. She also had a dagger but using it seemed distasteful to her even in the face of death so the cleric did what any untrained fighter would do…

She ran.

The clanging of metallic weapons and the almost musical twang of bowstrings being drawn were masked by the utterly human reactions to the battle. Gasps, sighs, grunts and screams echoed all around her and Siobhán tried to keep her wits about her. She was trained for this, by the Goddess, and she would not fail in her first true fight. A small clearing, devoid of man and beast was found and she took a deep breath, steeling her spine and setting out her senses to search for those in need of healing. A Goddess, not her own, decided to intervene at that exact moment and from somewhere along the wall that she was leaning against she heard a sharp cry with a confusing message.

”OATS!”

Confusion knit her brow but she sensed the pain within the message, following the odd voice until she practically stumbled upon a woman with hair the color of wheat with skin as pale as alabaster. A large demon hovered over the woman’s still form and Siobhán summoned forth a ray of searing light, holding her hands together at the wrists with her palms fanned out in an effort to direct the burning energy at the vrock. The searing light cut forth like a blade, vivisecting the creature as it shrieked shrilly. Bodily fluids spilled from its wounds until it finally fell to the ground in a twitching mass of scattered limbs. With foes still rampant in the area, Siobhán searched desperately for someone to assist her with the passed out Cord but everyone seemed busy. It was only then that she caught the eye of Acacia, a woman that she did not know but looked both friendly and able-bodied. Perhaps she would assist?

“I need help!” The cleric called, gesturing down to Cord but then another demon came sprinting towards her and she couldn’t discern a response from the bard. It was only then that she scooped the unconscious woman up with her hands beneath the woman’s upper arms, effectively dragging her down the remainder of the wall until they could slip out onto the balcony beyond. This would have to be a makeshift triage, for now, with the battle happening mostly through the archway and in the banquet room beyond. Taking the chance to administer aid, Siobhán began to cast healing upon the fallen woman. A soft, silvery glow spread out from the cleric’s hands and onto Cord’s skin. Wherever the light traveled, the lacerations, rips and tears all seemed to seal shut before their very eyes. Her work was almost done when suddenly, she felt a sharp pain upon her hip. Warm blood trickled down over her hip and outer thigh and the cleric knew that the Goddess had delivered unto her one of the unconscious woman’s wounds and it was a surprise that the woman had withstood so much if this was but one of the ailments that she had suffered from before she had fallen. When her spell was complete, Siobhán pushed herself back until she could lean her spine against the balcony’s railing while pressing one hand against the new gash upon her hip. A rest. She needed a rest before she could do any more. The poor girl had an infection in her blood stream too but the cleric's magic could only do so much with the energy that she had left and on top of that the infection was of demonic origin. A simple remove poison or contagion spell would have no effect on her and without preparing the proper spell for the girl, Siobhán was unwilling to risk it.

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Acacia was stunned when the woman before her seemed to regain her senses in an instant, informing Acacia that the Lady of Silence was not a person at all. At least that is what Acacia got from the woman's words. She even told Acacia to calm herself, which Acacia found humorous since the blonde woman was hysterical just seconds before. Acacia had met eccentric people before, but this woman was already at the top of the list. She then began mumbling something about whispering, which Acacia thought she vaguely understood. Was this woman telling how she had come here in her own way? The woman looked to the Prince and the woman next to him and began mumbling indistinctly once more. Acacia was still trying to catch what she was saying when she whipped out of her grasp.

The woman recklessly stormed over to where the Prince and Lady stood, bearing her dagger with a threatening air. Acacia took a step, as if to stop the woman. She was already feeling like she was somewhat responsible for her, since she had set her free. Acacia only hoped that the woman would not hurt herself, or anyone else. Of course, the woman began spewing riddles again, but Acacia thought she might be getting the hang of interpreting. Alternatively, she could just be totally off. Either way, she though the woman was trying to say that the woman next to the Prince was deceiving him, and the woman next to him had him, and this Lady of Silence, whatever it was, caught. Acacia almost wondered if the woman's cryptic words were some sort of spell, however, nothing seemed to happen as a result.

Before Acacia could grasp what was happening, Nel rushed the Prince, kicking up his sword and holding it in place. It seemed like too bold of a move, but Acacia expected nothing less of the yellow-robed monk. Acacia took another step forward, wanting to do something worthwhile to help this situation, though she could not think of what. All she could do for the time being was listen and watch, taking careful note of every detail she could.

Still, her eyes continued to be drawn to that jeweled skull. It seemed to stick out more and more each time she glimpsed it. There had to be something special about it, didn't there? If not, it would make little difference. She began to edge toward it, on the side of the dais that was opposite the commotion. The woman yelling out, “Enough!” made Acacia halt. She could feel the evil emanate from the single shouted command as the complete wrongness in the woman beginning to reveal itself. Fortunately, Acacia did not think that the command was to her and she continued toward the skull. However, she was still greatly distracted by the woman’s transformation. She was a succubus! That meant she had indeed enchanted the Prince.

A feeling of relief crossed her features for an instant before the woman began speaking. Acacia remembered her undertaking to destroy the skull that even now seemed to glare at her. She sensed that she did not have much time to accomplish this. If she guessed correctly, it had some importance; otherwise, it was very strange that it was the only skull so bejeweled and so clean. Her fingers grasped the skull just as the succubus summoned her creatures. Just how many creatures did this succubus have to summon?

Acacia grabbed the skull and threw it to the ground with all her strength. The skull itself fractured into several pieces that skidded across the floor. One of the jewels chipped slightly on the corner from the force of the impact. The beast and demons began to emerge, and Acacia stumbled back into a nearby, shadowy corner. She noticed several others doing the same. For a few moments, she remained unnoticed trembling at the sight of so many of the demons. They seemed to be everywhere. She could almost remember what these horrid creatures were called, but she knew she might have heard it in a story before but she could not recall where.

Suddenly, she heard someone call out, “OATS!” At first, she merely wondered what had caused such an odd battle cry. Abruptly, she recalled that the strange, golden haired woman had seemed to call her that. She immediately sprinted toward the source of the sound, dodging and weaving through the battle, attempting to stay in the shadows. She arrived just as one of the strangers they had rescued ripped the monster apart with some form of magic. The beast collapsed, and Acacia caught sight of the golden haired woman collapsed and bleeding on the ground. The woman who had slain the demon grabbed hold of the golden haired woman and started to drag her to safety. She shouted to Acacia for help, and Acacia noticed one of the beasts rushing toward the pair.

Immediately, she leapt into action, running to intercept the monster with a dagger in each of her hands. Crossing in front of it, she released both daggers toward its face. Its arm blocked one of the daggers, but the other embedded itself in its cheek, quickly swatted off as if it were an annoying bug. Nevertheless, it turned to follow Acacia as she intended, giving the pair some time. To her dismay, she saw another take its place, but Travain quickly killed it. Acacia continued running, at times feeling the monsters foul breath on her neck, causing her to turn abruptly to buy herself time.

She noticed some weapons in a small alcove ahead of her, a long spear catching her attention. She grabbed it quickly, but not quickly enough. It was then she remembered what the beasts were called. They were Vroks. She swung the spear in front of her as the Vrok lunged. It skewered itself on the spear, giving an earsplitting shriek. Unfortunately, this only stopped its forward motion instead of killing it. It jabbed its right arm into Acacia shoulder, embedding two of its gruesome talons into the flesh of her shoulder, pinning it to the wall. With its other hand, it scrabbled at her arm, intending to make her loose her hold on the spear so it could destroy her. Slowly, Acacia was losing the ability to resist as her strength faded. She gave a harsh gasp of pain, knowing she would die.

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Siobhán attempted to move from the balcony to seek the wounded but it was as if the vrocks, like other predators could sense the weakest of the herd as the cleric suddenly became overrun with enemies. Yet, the pack of warriors and combatants that she was not truly a part of came to her aid just as quickly. Several monstrous demons were slain in her wake by the man she had blessed earlier, then the woman with short hair that she had called to for assistance. Spears and daggers drew the attention of many of the creatures until just one was left, trailing her so closely she could feel its hot breath through the thin fabric of her traveling gown.

It was then that the man everyone had named as the Prince came to her rescue. Quite obviously a well-trained swordsman, he pierced the half-ton creature then decapitated it in a flurry of movements before wrapping one muscular arm about her waist and settling the now-shocked cleric down upon the floor.

”You will live, stay strong.” His voice seemed calm and she could barely nod before he was off, weaving his self into the calamity once more. Though she heard shouts from many of the warriors urging their comrades to seek medical attention out upon the balcony on which she now rested there was no one else that came to her for the remainder of the battle. So with the Paladin guarding the entry to the balcony, Siobhán took the opportunity to kneel and pray to her Goddess. The Moonmaiden must be getting weary of me… The cleric thought with a hint of a smile tilting her lips but still she clasped her hands, eyes closed as she drew forth an image of Selûne in her mind as she thanked the Goddess for Her patience and guidance and begged Her once more for assistance.

The battle raging in the banquet room sounded fierce and they would all no doubt need some form of healing; healing which Siobhán was currently too weak to perform. It seemed that once more the Lady of Silver showed favor to the young cleric and the entire balcony became alight with Her blessing. To anyone that stood close to Siobhán including Cord and Travian, they would feel reenergized as if they had experienced a full night of sleep.

Thankfully, the war between demon and human had ended because Siobhán knew not how long the Goddess’ blessing would last and she wanted to perform the spell before she was once more too weary to do so. Stepping daintily over mutilated carcasses and trying to pick her way through the splatters of blood and gore that now littered the ground, Siobhán pressed on until she was directly in the center of the room. Her moss-hued eyes cast about, searching to make sure each and every human stood within range of her spell.

Then, without a word, she clutched her Holy Symbol between both hands and recited a few words in an ancient language, known only to the Selûnites. Whilst praying, her aura became visible as a shiny silver corona and once the last of the holy words had left her lips, the cleric thrust both arms straight out to her sides and her aura seemed to explode. That faint silvery glow pushed out from the center of the room like a tidal wave, flowing over her allies and once her energy was expended, Siobhán collapsed upon the ground, unconscious. The spell would heal any human of their serious or moderate wounds but may have left some scratches, bruises, etc if they were not life threatening. Unfortunately, the divine magic would also be unable to bring back the dead. Siobhán had obviously not been prepared for a battle at all, much less such heavy casualties. Her own hip wound remained unhealed but at least she gained no other injuries.

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Plunging blackness that caused waves of dizzying nausea. There has no substance anywhere, an endless coursing of pain and confusion that Cord had never experienced before. Then in a sparking moment it was as if she were soaring above, she saw herself below but at the same time was completely conscious of herself lying there curled up in the fetal position. It was some unearthly nightmare and deep within herself she knew she was partly in the spiritual realm, brought on by the demons poison that was flowing through her. She had no control over anything, she was simply a helpless spectator to her own torture. Being so completely disjointed from herself it was as if her thoughts were finally her own and the timeless limbo that she had found herself in seemed to be the gateway to clarity. But with the clarity, knowledge that if she managed to return to reality, lucidity would not be hers. It struck something inside her, a deep grief that she would never be able to hold onto a firm understanding of anything. The grief and pain began to drown her. Her throat constricted and it felt as if her heart was seizing up. It seemed to magnify the utter deficiency that her life had been because she couldn't grip reality. The anguish she felt was a tidal wave of emotion burying her deeper and deeper within herself. Through hazy vision she watched as she began to slowly fall towards her limp body. She knew that should she connect with that feeble and defeated version of her consciousness, there would be no waking up.

This knowledge was just enough to cause a crack in the engulfing abuse of sehnsucht. It was as if she could see a small light streaming through the hole. Suddenly, any physically pain that she had felt before washed away, an abrupt relief wrapped around her pained limbs and aching organs. With this, the hole began to crumble and widen, letting in more light. The torment was weakening and she was slowly able to fight back. But it was hard going, having this sanity made it even harder to fight for reality. She would be giving up a lot, but if she didn't there was no chance of even surviving. She didn't know how, yet she forced her hand to reach for the light. It was like moving through syrup and having that prickling numbness all over each time she moved. There was no way of telling how close she was or how long she had been trying for, because in the next instant everything flashed white. Blinding yet she could see clearly. The pain was gone and any aching that she had for her sanity was ebbing away. In it's wake she could feel the cloudiness and strange confusion of her madness returning. She knew it wouldn't belong before she returned as before and would awaken. But before that moment, she saw two figures walking towards her, slowly losing their blurriness. Then, standing before her was Lady Silence and the man she had seen before. The same surge of power she had felt before in his presence was there but slightly dulled by the serenity that Lady Silence emitted. She knew she would only have a few moments with them and that brought a tear to her eye.

"I've missed you." She whispered, which was received by a sad smile from Lady Silence. The old woman took a step forward and placed her palm against Cord's cheek.
"I know child, but I've never been gone."
"Magdala, we have no time for this." The man's voice interrupted harshly. " She must know, future events depend on it."
Magdala turned to the man and said sharply."You have gone unfeeling for so long Seamus." A pause before she turned back to Cordelia. "I will do as I must. Sweet Cordelia, you must listen very carefully. I'm afraid I can't divulge in too many details but what you must know is that Royal blood will die but a king will live." A last deep look shared between them and then the two spirits were gone, ghostly words echoed in their absence. "Never let go of bravery and courage."


Cord woke up violently, she shot up, causing her head to rush. Blinking to take away the spots that were swimming in front of her vision she tried glancing around, trying to orient herself. She felt an emotion that she couldn't quite place nor understand why she was feeling it. Her memory of what happened only moments ago was all jumbled like pieces of a puzzle. None of it made sense but she knew that Lady Silence had spoken to her and that brought a bout of grief on. But something else pushed forward in her maze of a mind, something about blood, death, royalty and life. There was no way she could fully discern what it was but she knew it was important and she had to tell someone. Finally taking in her surroundings she realised that she was on some sort of balcony. How she got there she had no idea. There were people everywhere, but at the same time there was no one near her. She felt terribly alone and even the furious spirits had quietened down to a gentle chatter. But then rising from the quiet came the distinct sounds of yelling. Coming sharply into some sense, or as much that was normal to Cord, two men were arguing and nearby there were several unconscious bodies. Cord recognised one of them as Oats and a sudden sense to to go her aid struck her but another man quickly attended her. There was more arguing and talking which then broke out into a fight. Cord simply watched, dazed and confused.But she soon lost interest, her eyes drifting to another body. She felt a sort of tingling in the back of her head as she gazed at the man. Realisation struck her. It had been the cloaked one, but he was no longer cloaked in blackness. But that wasn't just it. There was something about what the spirits had told her. If only her mind wouldn't twist and distort like that of a disrupted pool! Feeling refreshed and rejuvenated she rose to her feet. Graceful as ever she took gliding steps towards the Prince. By this time, the fighting had been stopped and a woman had come to kneel beside the Prince. She had placed a strange amulet thats jewel shone iridescently. Oblivious to the others Cord stepped towards the two and gently knelt down.

"Of unshielded mystery and copious confusion, much blunder and triumph the knot has tied. Then, now and forthcoming all connected. Leaking blue, spilt now untold. Drawn askew but not erased. The pointed coronet which lays upon the dying will remain. But the ghastly grips of Thanatos has squeezed all of the last drop of blue. One will die for the other to live. Here or there we will see." All through her idiom her eyes never left the Princes pale and serene face. Her voice, no louder than normal, seemed to echo throughout the hall. As soon as the last resonance of sound left her mouth, she stood again. No longer interested in the prince as she knew that his life was now in the hands of something much more powerful than her, she fervently searched for Oats. Her ominousness gone, replaced with a wild eagerness. Finally spotting Oats she bounds towards them. She paid no heed to the grim atmosphere that had blanketed the room. Halting in front of the young man carrying Oats, her brow creased slightly.

"A bright glow and hearty proficiency, umbrageous no more but tucked unto languor." Cord sounded a tad impatient at the fact that Oats was sleeping soundly and wasn't awake since she had been healed. Like an impudent child, this upset Cord and wanting her way now, she swiftly removed something from her small pouch that hung to the side of her waist and thrust it under Oats' nose.

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When Travain bandaged Acacia, it vaguely registered in her mind; however, she still seemed to make no response. Still, she was stuck in memories of horrors that were triggered by the blood that was so prevalent in the room. She gave small trembles a couple times as he cared for her wounds, as if flinching because of pain, but in reality it was connected to the memories that were quickly turning to waking nightmares. Deep in her consciousness, she hated her utter uselessness, scolded herself for being frightened while others were still fighting, for causing Travain to worry.

Though she made no move even as Travain set the warded shield beside her, she immediately began feeling more peaceful, gradually coming back to the present as her sobbing ceased. Everything felt even more peaceful as the Vroks and succubus left, making the room lose most of the evil aura it possessed when they entered. Acacia's eyes shut for a moment, mind blank as she basked in the relative quiet that pervaded her mind. A few moments later, she felt herself being lifted, though her thoughts were somewhat confused. She thought she had fallen asleep doing chores in the barn again, and her father was lifting her onto his back to take her to bed. Something did not seem right about that thought, but she did not feel like questioning it and losing the pleasant memory to what was really happening around her.

There was a little stumbling and shouting, and Acacia assumed her siblings must be fighting about something again, perhaps getting in her father's path to her bedroom. Slowly, the scene in her head seemed less and less compatible with what she heard and felt around her. She debated whether to open her eyes and make sense of her surroundings. Suddenly, that choice was taken from her as some pungent smelling object was thrust under her nose. She took a small breath and a little cough, sitting up abruptly. She almost lost her balance and fell to the floor, but quickly leaned forward and clasped her arms tightly around the neck of the person carrying her. Once she was out of danger of falling, she loosed her grip so she wouldn't choke the person. 'The man,'she corrected herself as she became more aware. She looked to the side and saw the woman she had untied before holding some strange object. That was probably what woke me up, she thought with something close to amusement. She smiled at the woman briefly.

Her attention quickly turned to the person carrying her as she tried to figure out who he was. He had dark hair and was tall and rather lanky. He seemed too clean to be Xan or Callavan, and to lanky to be the Prince, though his hair was about the same color. Acacia could not see any of them carrying her unless she was badly injured anyway, and she felt relatively fine, if scratched up and bruised. She could think of no one else who matched the appearance of this stranger carrying her, so she decided that he must be one of the dinner guests of the succubus.

She tapped him on the shoulder, slight confusion mixed with a sort of polite confidence in her voice as she said, "Excuse me, would you mind letting me down? Thank you for your help, but I think I am fine now." Without waiting, she extricated herself from his grasp and landed somewhat shakily behind him. A light blush, hidden in the dimness of the room, colored her cheeks for a moment. To distract herself, she began trying to determine what was going on at the moment. Stepped up next to the man who had carried her, nervously looking around. It seemed that Feylon and Lance/Akdov had been fighting, but her gaze immediately went to the Prince. Several people were already around him, and she looked to the woman next to her with a question in her gaze. She wasn't sure what the woman would say, but she figured she might know what was going on.

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At the Prince’s screams, all thoughts of waiting for the odd woman to explain what had occurred after the battle fled from Acacia’s mind. She rushed over, joining those gathered around the Prince. Her heart dropped when she noticed Rydas on the floor with unhealed wounds. Every sound was tortured, making Acacia want to scream with him. The blood both around and on him made her want to run, and the pain on his face made her heart hurt. She clapped her hands over her ears, but she could not rip her eyes from his contorted face. It was obvious he was feeling pain no one should experience. She noticed a jeweled necklace around his neck. It had to be the Panacea, but why was it hurting him instead of healing him? The whole scene seemed more and more like a nightmare. As suddenly as it had started, the screaming cut off, leaving behind hoarse gasps and groans.
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Within less than half an hour, the ragged group had exited the citadel. Akdov made his goodbyes, heading off to find Xan’s family. Acacia noticed one of the dinner guests with a harp, and, since they were not ready to leave yet, went over to talk for a bit. It would be good to get her mind off what had just happened. It was strange how differently the world seemed when they exited the fortress. She walked over to the man, holding out a hand in greeting. “I’m Acacia Winn. I suppose I should thank you for carrying me to the rest of the group earlier."There was a small pause before she continued, "I couldn’t help but notice your harp. Do you play?”


The man informed Acacia that he was a bard, and her face lit up. It would be great to have someone else to play and tell stories with. Perhaps even have little contest that would be sure to lift the spirits of the weary group around them. Her smile widened as he played a chord on the harp. However, his name gave her pause. Her smile faded as fast as it had come and her face paled considerably. “Taliesin,” she murmured.
She numbly let him shake her hand before abruptly turning away. "I need to go find...,” she mumbled over her shoulder half-heartedly, dropping the sentence before finishing it and refusing to look at him again. She walked away quickly, not pausing to look at or talk to anyone, pausing out of sight behind a tree. This really was too much. What were the chances that she would happen upon a bard, let alone one named Talsin. It was especially hard since she had been thinking of her Tal so often on this trip. She had hoped that she would be able to honor his memory, to get some closure, lose some of the guilt, but the sorrow had only become more painful.

While Acacia was lost in emotion, Cord on the other hand felt herself physically lost. It seemed that there was nothing else to do but for her to follow. Oats was awake and heading out with all the others, so she simply followed suit. She was rather pleased to find that outside there was a forest, something that she was familiar with and wasn't so confusing. Yet, something stopped her from just wandering straight off into the woods. She knew none of these people, their words meaning nothing to her and so she having no interest in them. She would have gladly disappeared, content to wander the forest with Lady Silence, losing herself to the thoughtless act of simply surviving. But she couldn't, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. It was Oats, the woman who saved her, the one whom she felt such a strong obligation to stay with. It was odd, after so long being by herself to actually know someone. It wouldn't be the same as with Lady Silence, the older woman always looking out for her, teaching her and helping her live life. No, it would be like a sisterhood. To Cord, this woman would be the one she would look out for, would enjoy the company of and simply be with her. Of course, it didn't occur to her that it probably wouldn't be the same but to Cord this was what friendship was. Oats simple act of kindness was all it took for Cord to wholeheartedly believe she was a good person.

At this point in time, since she couldn't find Oats she had decided to stay by the fire, lost in the sharp and twisting dance of the flames. It was captivating and magical. The simplest of thing such as a flame really was one of the most amazing things in this world to Cord. It was her innocence that made her see the world filled with a lot more wonders and mystery.

After a brief respite, Acacia walked back to the camp and began readying Maria, her horse, for travel. It was a relaxing, mind-numbing task and her thoughts were absorbed with things more simple than the torturing thoughts of Tal only moments before. Her gaze drifted to where a small fire crackled and she blinked in disbelief at what she saw. The woman from before was sticking her hand closer and closer to the flame. Acacia dropped what she was doing and rushed over to the woman who was staring at the flames like an addle-brained child. Seeing that the woman did, in fact, intend to stick her hand directly in the flame, Acacia grabbed her wrist in a gentle grip. "What are you doing? Are you trying to burn yourself?" The golden hair woman looked up to Acacia, with confusion plain on her features, but it eased slightly when she recognized the face. She rose, the flames already forgotten. "Oats! Benign and timeless, the echoes of far-fetched beliefs. Too, I fall brazened and glassy-eyed upon the weaving tendrils of burning light. Tingling sensations that raze and devour, utterly without knowledge of their destruction or giving."

Acacia gave a sigh as the woman began speaking in riddles again. It was not quite a sigh of exasperation, but of the necessity to puzzle out another unexpected riddle. She paused a moment, considering both the woman and her words before letting go of her wrist with a small smile."I understand," I guess, "The fire is entrancing. However, you are also right about its capability for destruction. By the way, my name is Acacia. You may continue to call me Oats if you wish. What may I call you?"
"Acacia?" The woman said tentatively, as if to test the sound. She seemed to consider for a moment before speaking. "Oats, the grain of sound, blissfully sweeping the heart to believe. Music. They call to you, notes of nature, life and love." Cord paused for a moment,"Of binding, lost to the world, listening to the cries of the unseen. Tied. To build inside, the thumping of life. Heart. Cor. Cordelia." She finished with a satisfied nod.

Acacia took another minute, trying to grasp the full meaning of what the woman, apparently named Cordelia, had said. After a moment, she gave up, unable to distinguish the different phrases into anything logical. Quickly giving up, Acacia realized it was time to leave. After extinguishing the fire, she made sure Cordelia was taken care of and could ride with someone. They set off with little trouble, and Acacia was glad for the time to process. She came to enjoy Cor's company. Her riddles were entertaining at the least. Overall, however, the ride was quiet and gloomy, the mood significantly dampened by Rydas's obvious pain. Acacia was relieved when they finally arrived at Paetax and received their pay. She decided to leave right away, for the thoughts of her Tal were far from extinguished during the journey, and she had decided to face his family with news of his death at last. She had tried before, coming even to the door with hand raised, only to flee again. It was time now, she had something to prove her apology was more than words; she could now help his family as well as bring them the hurt of another lost son. Somehow, the thought gave her a courage she had been missing before. It was far past time, in any case.

Nelinia gave her goodbye, and Acacia hugged the monk tightly before sending her on her way. She then gave her own goodbyes. "I will be leaving as well. I hope I will meet you all again in my travels." With a final nod and a smile to the remaining group, Acacia turned and began to walk away, only her lute, her few possessions, and the gold coming with her as she decided to leave the horse in the Prince's care. She was more comfortable on her own two feet in any case.

Cord glanced to the sky, the goodbyes totally irrelevant to her and so finding the swirling white fluffballs far more interesting chose to look up. Although, when she heard Oats' voice and realizing that she was speaking of leaving, had even begun to leave, her head snapped in her direction. She couldn't leave. She couldn't leave without Cord! It was like she was being abandoned and so having all her belongings on her, she sprinted after Acacia. Reaching her side, slightly out of breath from the effort and fright of being left behind. "Seconds, minutes and hours, chaotic and lost. The burning thrust inside, dwindling. Follow the song, find the path, the task of only. But alas! Chase the evanescence, there be naught a breath. Tread on familiar paths with another?"

Acacia was surprised by a pounding of feet on the path behind her. Was something wrong? She whirled on her pursuer, only to find Cor approaching, breathing heavily. "What is---" Her concern was cut off by the woman's panting phrases. With a sigh, this time of exasperation, she waited for the golden haired woman to spout her riddles, paying close attention so she could catch some meaning from Cor's words. It did not seem like anything was wrong, but the last sentence made Cor's intentions clear. There was nothing wrong; she merely wanted to join Acacia on her journey. Acacia released the breath she had been holding, and smiled. The smile quickly faded though. "Normally, I would say yes without hesitation, but... this is a... personal trip. I...." Acacia paused, uncharacteristically without words as she contemplated the absurdity of Cor coming with her on a trip like this. It just would not be feasible. Nevertheless, the desperate look on Cor's face made Acacia feel as though she had told Cor she was going to die. She exhaled wearily, hoping she would not regret this later. "Yes, I suppose we can 'tread on familiar paths with another'." Cor's whole face lit up and she spun around gleefully. Acacia could not help but smile at the child-like gesture. At least the trip would be more interesting.

They continued down the road, making good time. Acacia enjoyed conversing with Cor, but they spent just as much time in silence as in speaking. It was awkward at first, but quickly become companionable. Cordelia continued speaking her riddles, sometimes more complex and other times clear, but Acacia quite enjoyed deciphering and even began trying to formulate her own riddles until they seemed to be talking to each other in pure nonsense. Acacia found each riddle inspiring at best, and always entertaining. She eventually began calling Cord "My Muse" and thought it appropriate for the odd woman. The days went quickly, more quickly than even Acacia realized, and they soon arrived at the village. Acacia's mood immediately fell. All the joking and riddles were merely a distraction from her nervousness. The anxiety she had buried now hit her full force. She had visited Tal's family before, a family that seemed happy and caring despite many trials and grief. Tal's father had already died of sickness years before, leaving his mother, Baerina alone to raise their three children. Then Tal's older brother, Horulin, had died in an accident about five years earlier. All Baerina had left were her two children, and Acacia was about to take Tal away as well.

She entered the small yard of the small home, her steps growing smaller. She did not even realize that Cor was still walking with her. Before she even reached the door, Baerina opened it to see who was visiting on the pleasant day. Her face grew into a hearty smile when she saw Acacia, and the hefty woman gave a small laugh of pleasure as she wrapped the young bard in her arms. "So good to see you again!” she said enthusiastically, before looking around with confusion, her eyes resting on Cord. "And who is this you brought? Where is my Talie?" Without any hesitation, she warmly scooped Cord into her arms as well. "Nice to meet you, dear. Call me Baerina." She then hustled them all inside, informing them they were just in time for lunch. She had Yauta, her youngest daughter, who was only in her twelfth year, set the table and ladle out a hearty serving on each plate. It was apparent that Baerina was well used to having company and feeding others. Acacia ate enough to be polite and listened to Baerina's chatter and gossip with proper courtesy. All too soon, the meal was over, and Baerina asked once again,"So where is Tallie? What trouble did he get himself into now?" Baerina and Yauta looked to Acacia with interest, smiles on their faces that quickly disappeared when they saw her grim mood.

Acacia took a deep breath to steel herself, deciding just to get straight to the main point. It would be better to get that out of the way first and then tell what happened instead of leaving them in suspense of her news. "Tal... Tal is dead. He was murdered. It's my fault." Her calm voice began to crack. Suddenly, she broke down into sobs, unable to continue, and hid her eyes in her hands so she would not have to see their grief, their accusing stares. Instead, she felt herself gathered into strong arms, slight tremors going through Baerina as she held Acacia. After a moment, Baerina composed herself, releasing Acacia to set a warm hand on her tear stained cheek. Gathering herself, Baerina spoke in a calm voice, "Yauta, would you take..." she looked to Acacia for her friend's name. ”Cordelia," Acacia said without emotion. "Would you take Cordelia with you to the barn. You can show her the new chickens. I will call you in later and speak to you." Baerina's words held a certain authority that would allow no disobedience, and Yauta obeyed, herding Cord out to give the others some privacy. Cord followed the young girl silently, but she gave Acacia one last fleeting glance, a mixture of worry and confusion. Something that the bard would have noticed crossed her features often. But then she turned and bounded after Yauta, her child-like voice and actions matching perfectly with the small girl.

Under Baerina's caring gaze that held a deep, calm grief, Acacia simply told the events surrounding Tal's death. Many times, she had to stop and compose herself before continuing. Through it all, both women cried many silent tears, sharing in the deep pain of loss. The nearer to the end she came, the less Acacia could look at the woman. Her guilt was too great and she was ready at any moment for Baerina to toss her out the door and tell her never to come back. That never came. Instead, when Acacia finally finished, there was only silence for a moment. Acacia reluctantly looked up, seeing Baerina's concerned gaze. She was concerned for Acacia, and there was not even a hint of accusation in her eyes. Acacia hurriedly told Baerina of her recent adventure and the fortune that she had brought as a gift. Baerina tried to refuse, but Acacia was too stubborn in her convictions and talked her into keeping it. All of it. Though Acacia was planning to leave right away, Baerina convinced her to stay a bit longer. During that time, Acacia and Cord helped around the house, doing the daily chores and just being around. Of course, Cord was quite the mischievous one and would often get up to trouble with Yauta, and it was that little bit of youthful innocence that made the loss easier to bear. Cord greatly enjoyed spending time on the farm, she found all the animals intriguing and would sit and talk with them for hours when she was following either Acacia or Yauta. The young shaman, figured that this was how life was going to be from then on and was settling in well. However, a couple weeks later, they were found by a messenger, who brought news that they were both invited to Rydas's coronation in the coming week.

Cord didn't want to leave and kicked up quite a fuss about it, she would follow Acacia regardless but when young Yauta told her that they would be able to play when she came back, her mood brightened instantly. It seemed that Cord would have made a good sister, and if she remembered that she in fact did have siblings, she would have loved them dearly, making them laugh and just be children. And so their journey started again by venturing out on the road, leaving behind a smaller, but still joyful family. Acacia felt much more at peace, and was eternally grateful for the understanding and optimistic Baerina.

The trip, while slightly somber had a serene feel to it and Cord was surprisingly content just to travel peacefully, no longer feeling the need to go off on wild tangents and stop every five minutes to look at something. They soon arrived back at Paetax, among the last few to join the growing group. Acacia smiled warmly at Prince Rydas, and his sister, Senalae, First Princess of Calisma. As Cordelia came to stand next to Acacia it was then she recognized who was standing before her. It was in fact the dying man whom survived! She grinned widely at him, showing her pleasure at the fact that he was alive. But it quickly morphed into a frown as she noticed the woman beside him, she hadn't seen this woman before, but glancing to the side she saw Oats give a grand curtsy, spreading imaginary skirts with a proper, "Your Highnesses." Her tone was more friendly than proper, however, and when she stood again, there was a pleased smile on her face. Feeling obliged to follow suit Cord copied her meticulously, even using her actual skirt. Acacia looked around and greeted the rest of the groups, carefully avoiding the bard, Talsin and his sister, Iravey. Feeling slightly uncomfortable around so many people that she only met briefly and then didn't see for several weeks, Cord let her eyes wander.

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Acacia briefly inclined her head to the Princess and gave Cor a reassuring smile before following after one of the servants. The group quickly dissapated, each heading to their own rooms, and soon Acacia was alone with the servant. She told Acacia her name was Getra, and she would be assisting her. Getra was a young woman, younger than even Acacia, and was small in stature though she still walked at a brisk pace. A moment later, they arrived at a room and Getra opened the door while asking if Acacia needed anything. Acacia merely shook her head with a smile and strode into the room, admiring the decor as she set her pack down by the large bed. Giving a small sigh, she hurriedly unpacked, leaving only a few items in her bag and laying her spare clothes out on the bed. Taking the various items out of all the pockets in her current shirt and pants, she gently set her trinkets on the bed next to her spares.

Whirling around, she sauntered over to the adjoined bathroom and was happy to see the tub already filled with warm water. She rapidly undressed, bathed, stepped out to dry herself off, and dressed in her spare clothes, stuffing her various pockets again with the possessions she had laid out on the bed. With an eager stride, she walked to the door and flung it open, excited to start exploring. It was a grand castle, filled with many intricate decorations. She was intrigued by the myriad halls and corridors. Walking through one such corridor, she took a moment to observe a large tapestry which vividly protrayed a battle scene in crimson and violet tones. Just as she began to move on, she heard a familiar voice call her name.

Stiffening, she turned and saw Talsin striding toward her. She dashed around the corner and hurried along the short corridor, watching for Tal over her shoulder. She turned to the right and continued trotting down the hall, hoping he would not catch up. Her reaction almost surprised her. She could not have said why she felt she had to stay away from him, but here she was, fleeing.

THWACK!
Acacia was astonished when she collided with a solid surface of some kind. She turned and found herself face to face with Travain. "Oh, hello. I did not see you there. Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it I wasn't looking where I was going either...."
Acacia gave a nervous glance behind, looking for any sign of Tal. "Why don't we take a walk," she said, facing him once more before taking his arm and nearly dragging him down the hall.
"Fine by me, I've been hoping for a chance to catch up with everyone."
She pulled him along at a brisk walk, wearing an oddly cheery look. "Yes, it is so good to have the 'group' together again. It felt far too strange traveling with just Cor and I after being in such a large group for so long. It was pleasant, of course, but it took some getting used to, for several reasons." As the got further away from the spot they had met, Acacia slowly became more relaxed.
"Do you mind if I ask what you were so eager to get away from back there?"
Her steps slowed for a moment as a slight blush colored her cheeks and she looked down at the floor. Just as suddenly, she sped up and looked at him with confidence. "Oh just something silly. It really was nothing worth consideration. What did you do when everyone took their month leave, Travain?" she said, changing the subject abruptly, hoping her question would call for a long enough explanation that he would not have a chance to wonder why she was being so vague.
It was easy enough to get the hint, he wasn't going to press her into anything she didn't want to talk about. "Oh...well you know I actually live here in Paetax. So it's pretty much just gone back to the way it was before. The only difference is helping Siobhan out now and then."
Acacia gave a genuine smile, the first since she had bumped into Travain. "Oh, Siobhan, the cleric who healed us all, correct? I must find her later. I owe her my thanks. I am glad she had some one to watch out for her here in Paetax, and I am sure you did an exellent job. Have you been to the palace before?"
Now he was the one blushing. "Uh... yeah. I've been to several events and celebrations here before, but I've never really been outside the main hall before. I'm actually kind of excited for the tour later."
"Oh, do all paladins come here frequently? Well not all, but maybe the ones who live near Paetax? "
"Oh well actually I was a knight before I was a paladin, actually it's still my "job". I have to report whenever they call me which is fairly often. My affiliation with the temple is more of a volunteer thing, but because I'm a knight I was able to become a paladin."
"Oh, really? But wait, can't only nobles become knights, at least officially?"
"Uhh yeah, well I technically am a noble but my family's pretty low on the scale," he said somewhat reluctantly.
"Hmm... Zarel. I would not know much about who is who when it comes to the nobles. We only rarely performed for noble families." Realizing too late she had said we instead of I, Acacia hurried on hoping he would not catch it. "So, your family must be proud of you for becoming a knight. That is a noble profession," she smiled at her pun, waiting to see if he would catch it.
"Acually....I haven't had any contact with them in a long time. I don't really know how they would react.......and I'm kind of worried about running into them at the coronation."
"How they would react to what? They are coming to the coronation too? I think it would be interesting to meet them. I am sure they will be proud of you, but why are you worried?" Unfortunately for Travain, he had sparked Acacia's curiocity and she was becoming increasingly determined to find out about his family.
"How they would react to me being a knight.....it wasn't something they approved of when I was a kid.......I sorta ran away from home so I could be one........and I haven't talked to them since. And they're definitely going to be at the coronation. All the nobles have to swear fealty to the new king."

There was a short silence as Acacia thought about her last visit to her family. She thought about how she would feel if she knew she was going to have to see her parents. To be forced to see them. Her emotions showed on her face as she contemplated what to say. "I... I understand. My parents do not approve of my being a bard either. My last conversation with them was not what you would call cordial. I haven't seen them for almost a year. I understand how difficult the situation is for you."
Her words came as a great relief. "I just hope I get the chance to find them and sort it out before the actual ceremony. As much as I'm not looking forward to it, I'd rather it be me that tells them. I'm afraid of us being announced or something at the ceremony, since we went on the quest with Rydas, and having them find out that way." he then switched to something he assumed would be more cheerful. "You said 'we' earlier. Does that mean you were part of a troupe?" He said with a tinge of excitement. In his mind he pictured a colorful group of bards, players and all sorts of other interesting acts all living and honing their craft together.

A small smile appeared on Acacia's face, but if Travain looked into her eyes, he would see a note of sadness there. She answered in a soft, oddly melodic tone, "No, nothing as fancy as a troupe. But I did travel with another bard at one time," she paused for a moment, wondering how to continue. She gave a sigh and looked around, noticing a small door. It was too thick to be just a room door, at least for a normal room. Acacia walked over, curious, but also wanting to avoid going deeper into the current subject. She was not ready for that yet, and did not know Travain well enough to tell him something so deeply personal. Her relationship with her parents was one thing, but Tal was another level entirely.

She grasped the handle and pulled, almost surprised when in swung open. Outside was a small, round balcony with a waist high railing encircling it. It was large enough to hold several tables and still have room to spare. She walked to the railing and looked out on a courtyard that had a few people strolling about amongst the various flowering plants that circled a shallow pond. A breeze blew softly around them, and Acacia breathed in the refreshingly cool air. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

It was quickly apparent that he had chosen the wrong subject. Almost as if trying to escape him she abrubtly walked off and opened a random door to find a large balcony overlooking a courtyard. They were silent for a moment as they each took in the new sights. When she spoke again all he could think to say was "Yeah." So far everything else he had tried to ask her about had been an unpleasant subject for her. "I'm suprised to see so many plants growing right now. I don't know much about such things though. They probably have enough plants for the different times of year that it always looks this lively."

"Oh, here you are. Dinner will be served in half an hour."Acacia turned and saw Getra, the servant girl who had lead her to her room earlier. "Oh, thank you. Would you lead me back to my room so I can freshen up?" Acacia said briefly before turning to Travain. "And thank you, good sir, for the conversation. It was... nice." She hurried after Getra through the winding halls again and was relieved when they arrived at the familiar hall. She hurried into the bathroom and looked at herself in the large, gilded mirror before splashing a little water on her face from a nearby basin. The water was cool and rejuvenating, and Acacia felt ready to go to dinner. She stepped outside her room again and nodded to Getra, saying, "Alright, on to dinner."

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There were a lot of people to put it simply, some loud and boisterous, others that kept more to themselves. It was a little overwhelming. Since the time Cord had first met these people she had grown accustomed to their complicated ways. However, spending time with the cheekiest of children wasn't exactly the way to boost her socialising skills. But she enjoyed the company of the child and found it much more innocent and honest then speaking with adults. But maybe because of it she was able to start speaking that little bit clearer. Her messages not so confusing and riddled with... well riddles! Of course, in her state there would never be a truly lucid moment where she would understand everything that was going on but things were definitely changing, for better or for worse that was undecided.

As for now Cord was simply lost in the grandeur of the palace. Her gaze wandered everywhere, leaving no detail unseen. So caught up that she didn't even notice that Acacia had departed her company. She twirled around somewhat dizzyingly, her arms outcast to keep her flurrying self from falling over. Brilliantly designed glass stained windows that fractured the light casting the wonderful colours everywhere. they mesmerised her, but as soon as she followed on detail it led to another. Soon she was inspecting the sides of the walls. The great granite stones had small carvings in them and as Cord grazed her hand over the top shivering slightly as the roughness scratched at her hand she couldn't help but smile. Everything she did, racing from one part of the entrance way to the other was done out of reaction, not thought or interest but simply action. There was nothing to it. While her mind was away with the spirits, uncomprehending or even acknowledging this plane of existence that she, her physical self was inhabiting. Her soul that was brighter and truer than the bravest and selfless of heroes could feel and love and do. But there was no thought process to her actions, no way that she could actually analyse or evaluate situations and life. Yet in the same token that didn't mean she could enjoy herself, it was what she did and despite her mental capacity exceeding anything possible, she lived life.

Soon Cord found herself alone, while she had occupied a great deal of time and managed to keep away a few of the servants from guiding her away, she realised that there was in fact nothing else she could do. Something about not doing something, anything, made Cord uneasy. It was probably the fact that it was easier to listen to the quiet buzzing of the spirits chattering and confusing her with their mostly incoherent words. Her arms that had been extended out as if floating, gracefully swaying as if following the motion of water, slumped to her sides. Her dance like posture, raised on her toes also came back to being flat footed. She stood loose and somewhat slack, her eyes busily taking in the people around her. There were few left but it seemed all of them were in small groups or pairs and while Cord had no qualms about bursting into their conversation she had this niggling feeling that she actually wanted private company. That's when she spotted a lone figure near the doorway. Anyone else would have stayed away. Anyone else would have seen this daunting and rather terrifying looking man, with his deadly armour that striking flash of red that could easily have been mistaken for blood. But then Cord didn't see that. It wasn't that she didn't physically see this brooding man with all of his hardened attire but there was an air about him that was different to the others. While she couldn't see his face, hidden by the shadows and his mop of ashen hair, she felt like there was something familiar. Of course there was no way of pinning down that feeling as their was no mind to interpret and know it's meaning. So without any hesitation she approached the man.

With dainty steps, almost as if dancing, she reached the rather tall and rather menacing looking fellow. She planted herself right in front of him, effectively making it difficult for anyone wanting to get through, but that was irrelevant. She looked up, her piercing grey eyes staring intently into his shadowed face attempting to meet his own dark and mysterious eyes. Not even seconds passed and she was soon engulfed by a force. It wasn't malicious but it definitely wanted it's message through. The spirits were unpredictable, and in the case of Cord she couldn't even begin to guess when or why they would suddenly strike her. It was at that moment that one decided she would feel or witness something. In that instant there was a gentle warmth wrapping around her body, soon to follow was the sweet scent of flowers and a freshness that could only come from recent rain. Then there was a swift and tender wind that blew through when in reality there was none to be found. Everything she was sensing was the essence of spring. Her eyes fluttered, it was him. It was the strange dark man who caused this. Her hand rose and ever so gently reached to his cheek, not quite touching but leaving the faint feel of skin. With it she exchanged the feel of spring into him. A benign smile spread across Cords face as she shared the wonders of spring with him.

"Is not the weather of innocence and bliss? To carry such freshness and just, if only it were more of the comely and t'was spent in joy, a time that is maybe of past for you. Richness of painted yellow hue, vibrant blue and warmth of fiery red all blooming in the meadow. Daisy, tulip, poppy, bluebell, gardenia, marigolds. Such is the time for mewling life, is such a time is spring!"

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There he sat, circled by frolicking patrons and crowned heads. Confusion was but one of the many cogs which designed bewildered expression, Auris discernibly perplexed by guests which stood neither beggars, nor kings. "We note: during spare time, inquire as to what scope such odd individuals present at court." - per usual habits, the Inquisitor adopted proper stance nearby the entrance, arms folded across tabard whilst invitees took to castle corridors. Eyes sketched each figure, no matter size, no matter shape, details docked in the depths of own thoughts, all of significance to further tasks. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock." he mumbled, annoyed by those which still lingered nearby, an imagined impediment which sat between himself and aforementioned goal. Yet, patience is key. Rotating briefly as to offer hind to curios sight, hands clutched at his sash, fingers removing journal from place ahead of searching amidst disparate notes.

Page 288 produced sought after record; mere 7 words, scribbled in black ink: "Ruler. Calisma. Journey. Tommyknockers. Results. Jury. Ceremony." - in honesty, a preposterous lack of detail posed itself as hindrance, yet such issues had grown a custom, means to surmount it long found. Gingerly lacing logs at belt, body now turned to face doors when intentions stood abruptly halted by a foreign voice. A priest spoke, conviction palpable in words. Head angled to side, gaze caved atop the petite frame which obstructed his movement. Reply first lacked, though neither was it asked for. If judged by own concern, Auris had little beyond grunts and smirks to offer, more so to one absent of manners. Notwithstanding, body stilled and ears perked, attention given (if ever so shortly):

"Good evening. Glad to see the thirds can be civil enough to work it out with representatives instead of steel" -

"We lack understanding of your affirmation. Our metal is not meant for those of your kin, yet it shall not stand far from your heart be it required. Such a tiny man, with such curly hair; perhaps a woman, and we are mista'.." - yet before query saw end, Azevrec had turned to greet proud Rydas.

Impassively reverting to prior mission, legs set forth when yet another deemed fit to interrupt. Golden locks lined porcelain face whilst feet waltzed with not but a care, petite frame planting herself before his towering body, denying both passage and escape. Presented in quaint vesture, she gave away the image of mediocre insanity; by chance a whim of irony to be paired with he which lacked knowledge of women. Withal, notice paled in seconds when gap parted both and own being lay besieged by her aura. A magic wielder; a capable one at that. Reflex drew steel inch by inch from nest, adrenaline intently grasping hold of motions. Ah, such chaos boiled in her bosom, such latent strength still to be tamed. Mayhap sword would have taken to neck if not for what was to follow: spring.

Joy. Light bathed the body whilst winds took carries past seas, the scent of tulips tingling nostrils ever so gently. What bliss, what delight, to be ever-present in the midst of the most wonderful of seasons. For a second had he forgotten of duties and posture, lips parted, eyes wide, figure mazed by unprecedented gift. What burning lust caged tongue from voicing gratitude for she which bestowed the most precious of pleasures upon him. Alas, ecstasy withered, countered by the very magics which had slain the witch, Victoria. In an instant had his hand rested on her chest, hushed chant to shatter charm and silence voices within, quarter void of magics for Cord and others alike. Firm expression draped as mask, veiling shock at lack of guard, only to calm and have soft murmur break shackles of wizardry once more. Grasp clutching garments, Auris drew her inches from self:

"Insolence. How dare you, shaman, bewitch us? We would shove sword down throat this very moment be it not for the amount of explanations we would have to offer." - harsh were words, yet voice torpid.

'Twas as if fist prayed to crack skull but mind gave no tell, a constant struggle between ardour and apathy. What an odd individual he was. No bidding came after, no quarrel to be had, hand parted from garb to rest at side. Ignorance given to dinner invitation, he sat unmoved, eyes tending to the one before him. Heart still boomed, blood still rushed, even so, reason lacked for given presence. What was it he wished from her? Another eluding trip to realms unreal? Such occurrences were not be to repeated, nor be taken lightly. Nevertheless, there he was, arms once more folded across tabard, lips pursed, idly awaiting.

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Silence. No eerie mutterings, nor haunting whispers. The pressure on her chest was the cause of it. It was like she had been forced underwater. Everything felt muted and distant. It was so overwhelmingly strange that Cord went limp, her shoulder's sagged and her legs slumped, barely able to hold herself up. She stared unseeing into the lacklustre face before her. She blinked, once, twice. It seemed all she could do. Then the firm grip on her clothes drew her closer. An involuntary squeak escaped her in which she normally would have begun giggling at. Instead she tilted her head to the side, slightly off balanced by being risen to the tips of her toes. Then the words came, so different to any she had heard. Unlike the ghostly sayings of the spirits and the straightforward speakings of the people, this mans words was as if he were with another, but lacking any sort of emotion that she had become so accustomed to in hearing from anything. Her eyes came into focus with the aid of more blinking, but still she was uncomprehending of what he spoke. The threat failed to sink in, life and death were beyond her grasp and so it remained irrelevant. However, were it to come to any sort of physical offence against her, her body would react accordingly no matter the skill level of the opponent. That isn't to say it guarantees her survival.

Bewitch? To her granting him the sense of spring, which had effectively come from him, was giving him a view of how she felt and lived through life. She just felt, there was no foolery or trickery. It was the basest of nature to her.

For the first time she was was just naturally hearing the world around her, no need to acutely tune in to specifics but just listen. It was wondrous and breathtaking, but a cold shiver shocked down her spine at the oddity of it. It changed nothing about the state of her mind but it came as a loss. Now she had nothing. There was no method to her madness and something inside of her, even though it was for a short period, cracked because of it. A different kind of insanity might erupt from prolong exposure to this silence. She began to dislike it, and every second that passed as the man held her in the quiet she grew just that little bit more frantic.

Thankfully he released her, to the point where her high strung muscles were able to take the sudden weight and balance herself again. She teetered slightly but her arms, returning their fluidity, flew out to set herself more gracefully in front of the terrifyingly interesting man. With the nature of her movements return as did a sudden and vigorous crashing of the spirits. They were no louder or busier or more than before but simply having them back after the startling silence was overwhelming. A sigh, deep and full of a mixture of relief and something like weariness, steadily flowed from Cord. It was the last part to her returning to normality. As the last gust of air blew out, with delicate eyebrows furrowed she looked up to the giant. Eyes boldly meeting his, lips slightly pursed.

"Trepidation! The audacity and flurried harrows to set unto the bidden folds. Another to the spoken from with standing before here? Two from the silencer? And how to thy yearn but intern and coerce the dances of spring? The summoner of silence doth defect of feel. Craving, betrayal in the sights of your own. See to see." She made a small to and fro movement with her hands from her eyes to his. It was so clear to her that he had cherished the moment of spring she had given him but it confused her immensely as to why she had closed the connection and then forced her into silence.

She took a step back slight, leaving on foot extending straight and bending from the hips slightly. To her it was a gesture of truce. Cord, the mad woman herself, found this warrior man of near oddity as her own and that fascinated her. While she wasn't impressed that he could effectively shatter her very consciousness she did, like everyone she meets, want to befriend him. Despite his obviously prickly exterior towards her.

She impatiently waited for him to speak or do something. Even though her intrigued was rather high concerning him, the silencer, as she was beginning to consider him as, her attention span was starting to wane and soon she would be off again, exploring where the servants had been trying corral her to. Maybe even find Oats on the way.

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Had she been a woman of patience and of sane mind then Cord would have easily stayed with the armoured man. However, she was not and so when he took longer than she expected she simply waltzed away. Despite being plunged into that awful silence, Cord was still caught up on the feeling of spring. She could imagine the chirping of birds and the whistle of the wind. With the music of a beautiful season in mind she danced away, lured also my the muffled sounds of talking and laughter.

She would have easily wandered into the castle and gleefully gotten lost, exploring each door and every corridor. Unfortunately for the deranged woman a particularly pesky servant was adamant about getting her to the dinning room. It was frisky business, she would attempt to skirt around him but he would gently take her by the wrist and lead her to another corridor. She would never struggle against him, the middle aged gentle man was too kindly to her despite his impatience. He would always let her go when the turned a corner, gently coughing each time when she went to open a door. Eventually, without even realising it the man had led her to where the commotion of sound was most concentrated. He politely held open the door for her and gestured for her to enter. Excitement seeped into her actions as this was finally a door she was allowed to enter.

As soon as Cord entered the room she completely forgot about the kind servant far more interested in seeing the table ladled with food of all colours and topped with wonderful decorations and the people of different builds and dress. She even spied a few that she actually remembered from before. But it was the man, who unlike the others was standing, who caught her attention the most. The strong voice, defined features and the regal manner of his aura she had seen before. It was the cloaked one or now the crowned one since she last seen him. Before when she and Oats had arrived it hadn't really sunk in that she had been addressing Rydas, but seeing him as he had been back at the place of capture had sparked her memory.

She stood for a moment, head tilted to the side listening. It wasn't often that she did so but something about what he said made the spirits either excited or uneasy or both. She wished to go up to him so that he could explain but something held her back, most likely that he was standing at the head of the table with all eyes watching. But starting to fidget again she had to do something. Thankfully she spotted Oats and pranced over to where she was seated. She was oblivious to any eyes staring in her direction, only concerned about reaching her friend. As she reached the bard she knelt down beside her, looking up to her before speaking.

"A sneakery of whispered ways, vanish past sight. Lathered poultry, outgrowth, mutton consumed, time sky turns shadows. The blue blood doth a gather and the crowned seeks a cast of wonders and adversity untold to followers of shield, coin and breath."

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The trip to the dinner hall was shorter than Acacia had thought it would be. She would need quite a bit more time to become used to the layout of the castle, of course, but she was unsure whether they would have the time until the coronation for themselves or if they would be helping somehow. She hoped they would have at least some time to explore for themselves as well as something to do. Acacia was never one for merely sitting still.

She thought back to her encounter with Travain and began to wonder if she had made a fool of herself. It was obvious she had made the conversation somewhat awkward, and she wondered if she should have said more and what she could have said differently. However, she did not regret the conversation itself. It was nice to feel that someone understood her situation with her parents. She wondered if Travain felt the same way. On the other hand, she wondered almost guiltily if she would have even begun talking to him if she had not been running from Tal.

When they arrived at the hall, Acacia gave Getra a small nod and went inside. She sat in the first chair she came to, happy to see several others already seated. After giving a small wave, she busied herself with observing the decorations and layout of the room. She soon noticed a few people she did not know, and assumed they were nobles and courtiers from the way they were dressed. She tried to figure out who they might be, but she had paid little attention before to who was who when it came to the nobles. Perhaps she would meet them later?

She rapidly became bored with speculating on the nobles identities and taking in the room, and began searching through her pockets for something interesting. She happened upon a small metal puzzle and pulled it out for a moment. She had not worked on this particular one before, so she began fidgeting with it under the table. She had just finished taking the pieces apart when she heard someone sit beside her. Acacia looked over with interest that quickly turned to surprise and dismay when she realized it was Tal.

Acacia hastily turned her head as she replaced the unfinished puzzle in a pocket and out of sight. She tried to look as though she had not noticed him. She knew that Tal probably saw her look but kept on with the charade, feeling foolish. She did not understand why he wanted to sit by her, and hoped he would not bring up what happened earlier. She fought down a blush, quickly becoming embarrassed.

She inwardly cringed when he spoke, asking what she thought of the castle. Acacia realized he had not specifically said her name, so he was not necessarily just talking to her, right? She wondered if he would end up leaving her alone if she did not respond. She could not really think of much to say in any case, and just being near him made her slightly uncomfortable, though she knew it was irrational. She almost flinched again when he said her name, leaving her without a good excuse.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She hesitantly looked at his face with an overly cheerful smile. He repeated his question and she paused for a moment before answering, “Ah, well. Its fine, I guess. Very… big. Nice….” She gave a small nod and a smile; however, inwardly she berated herself. ‘Big? Nice? That is all you could come up with to answer him. What a great conversationalist. Probably feels like he is talking to a four year old.’

At his response, Acacia nearly laughed. She was glad he at least had a good sense of humor about the situation, but she did not know how much longer she could stand the awkward conversation. Luckily, she was saved from further embarrassment by the entrance of Rydas and Senalae.

Acacia was glad to hear the warmth in Sena’s voice. She obviously had experience entertaining guests. She raised her glass and took a deep sip before returning her interest to Rydas. She was intrigued by his instruction to stay after the meal, wondering what exactly he had in mind. He introduced Azevrec, and Acacia was caught off guard when he introduced him as the head of the church of Deud. This man, if she understood correctly, was Akdov’s successor. She listened with great bemusement, eager to learn what a prayer to Deud would sound like. When the man briefly addressed Rydas, Acacia gave into temptation and pulled out a small book and charcoal to write the prayer. It was somewhat poetic, but not as ostentatious as some could be, or, thankfully, as long.

Her stomach began to rumble as she thought about the plentiful, delicious food they would soon eat. However, she was surprised when Azevrec continued speaking. He really did remind her of Akdov in the way he spoke frankly without care for how it would affect others. Acacia was by no means surprised at the shock and anger on Sena’s face. It must have been quite insulting to her for him to beg for money at a celebratory dinner. Rydas skillfully smoothed the situation over and Acacia laughed along with him, glad to be joined by a few others.

Finally, it was time to eat. Acacia darted a glance at Tal, but he paid little attention to her. She was happily ate and joined in the general conversation. Though the mystery of the Rydas’s announcement hung at the back of her mind, it really was nice to be together again. After a time, the meal ended and Rydas spoke again, finally telling them what he had in store for them. They would be entrusted with the items of legend.

Acacia’s gaze wandered over the various guests at the table, some familiar and others not. She processed their reactions, trying to decipher what they were thinking though her own thoughts were buzzing. She pulled out her book again, writing a couple hasty sentences before putting it away.

Amid the buzzing, Cord came up to Acacia and kneeled beside her. Acacia gave her a genuine smile. She had wondered what trouble the golden-haired woman could have gotten into, but she was not concerned by her short absence. To Cord’s questioning statement, Acacia effortlessly replied, “A wonted echo for truth, my Muse. Nevermore removed from the heart. Settle contiguous, loquacious one. Among, so inside a manner affable. Only hear and know.” She motioned to a chair beside her with a grin. Speaking in this manner had become easy for her, and she greatly enjoyed it. However, she motioned to Rydas and the objects, hoping Cord would be able to understand what was happening.