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Crowns, Empires and Swords

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a part of Crowns, Empires and Swords, by TvAddict13.

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this role-play is a revive of crowns, empires & swords. http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/crowns-empires-swords

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Da'Karro Misantri [304] Death, torture, sex, its all a service to Ishka, in time you will serve her too, or I will serve her your blood.
Clara 'Scarlet' Stark [291] "I don't know where I belong anymore..."
Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger [250] "I will bathe in your Blood, or so it's been said."
Jon Stark [235] "The North Remembers..."
Amelia Targaryen [140] "I will do what Queens do. I will rule."
Queen Tenanye Ananse [95] "Beyond, beyond the mountain line, The grey-stone and the boulder, Beyond the growth of dark green pine, That crowns its western shoulder, There lies that fairy-land of mine, Unseen of a beholder."
Robb Stark [93] "This war is far from over."
Godking Wanhope [92] "Soon everything from the Greenland Sea to the Antarctic Ocean will belong to Khalidor."
Ajax Alexander [80] "Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible; it means you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed."
William 'Will' Casey [73] "She is the Captain, that is all I have to say."

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"Arya Stark? She's a Stark?" Roth asked aloud when his meisters reported their findings. By the looks of it she was a tomboy too. Instead of dresses she liked swords. The concept was common to say the least. In Khalidor shield maidens were a copper a dozen. In fact, of the force Roth had in the city there were at least a hundred shield maidens, though they didn't dare remove their armor before the northerners. Even Hezar wives rode into battle with their husbands. That was expected in a nation forged in the fires of war. Even beauty revolved around the warrior frame.

Picking out two stealth vanguards with black mithral and a vudrmeister, Roth travelled to the castle's black smith to ask for a certain blade to be made in the matter of an hour. Of course the smith said it could not be done but the boy insisted that with their own magic they could construct one with a set of armor. So while the vurdmeister used his magic to form the metal, Roth had his measurement taken. He was relatively the same size as Arya so the armor should fit. Since she didn't look strong he thought she could use a mithral chain shirt. Mithral was favored for its strength and comfort. If one didn't know much about the metal they might mistake it for a type of silk shirt that was as bright as diamond.

When the shirt and the weapon were finished the vurdmeister had exhausted five spells. He handed the mithral shirt to his stealth vanguard. "Use your skills to deliver this to her chambers when she is not there." Roth told him and with that the man used an invisibility spell to disappear. As for the sword, he had an idea for an enchantment that could make up for her size.

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Character Portrait: Robb Stark Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark
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Robyn felt a cold touch to her thigh as she held to Robb, relaxing in his arms. She turned to see Grey Wind whimpering at her feet.

"He missed you too." Robb smirked as he turned rummaging through the saddle. Robyn kneeled down shakingly, her body still unbelievable sore, for lack of a better word. She fought through it, and brushed her hand over his soft fur, though, the fur around his maw was caked with Bolton blood.
"Well, I missed you too." She said with a smirk before standing up again and sliding on her coat.

She gratefully took her cutlass and flintlock from Robb as he handed it to her. She couldn't believe that he had these. He truly believed she wasn't dead, despite all evidence to the contrary.

She took his hand as he offered it to her, and allow him to pull her up on the horse.

The motion made her body ache but she breathed through it, resting against his back.

"We've got a long ride ahead of us and now that you have your coat back I have the uncontrollable urge to get you in my chambers so I can tear it off you."

He teased and Robyn laughed.

"Cheeky Bastard," she quipped, as she slid her arms around his waist, and rested her chin his shoulder as the horse started on.

"Who says I can wait to get to your chambers?" She replied but in that same moment, a sharp pain erupted from the back of her head, her entire body went stiff for a moment.

"Robb, something's wrong." She said and the pain thrummed violently in her head, making her grip her head, trembling before the pain stole her consciousness and she fell limp against his back.



Clara woke up, her head pounding as she looked around the room she was in. It was an old cabin it seemed, small and sparsely furnished. She lay on a bed, and she could feel the warmth from a fire.

She sat up slowly and turned to see the Count stoking the flame. She gasped.

"Oh you're awake." He said and smiled, she backed against the wall where the bed was sitting and noticed her ankle was caught in a chain.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Oh, that is so you can't run away again." He said simply.

"I do not belong to you." She said with a hiss.

The Count stood up, walked over and slapped her hard across the face.

"Yes, you do. You're parents gave you to me...You are mine."

"My parents are dead!" She spat, holding her sore cheek. "You just wait, Da'Karro will find you, he will make sure suffer."

"Who?"

"The man my heart belongs to." She said confidently.

"Have you been unfaithful, Clara?"

"What are you talking about, we weren't even married, Mad man." She gasped, watching the madness dance in his eyes.

"Marriage is simply a formality, you are mine, I paid your dowery, a long time ago, you are mine, Clara."

"I am not yours, you sick son of a bitch! I am Da'Karro's and he is mine, He'll find me-" The Count grabbed her by the jaw, squeezing tight. "Don't make me hurt you, Clara..." He said darkly,
Clara's eyes narrowed. "You'll only make your death, that much more painful if you do..." She said, and shoved him, only for his hand to come around again, the force whipped her head the other direction, making her dizzy.

"It'll be slow....He'll cut out your heart, still beating from your chest."

"Clara, that is no way to speak to your husband." He said in a huff as if mildly exasperated.

Clara couldn't believe it, he really had gone mad.

"You are not my husband!" She screamed. "I do not belong to you, I am Da'Karro's. My heart and my body." She said and the Count looked at her, scanning her body.

"You've been unfaithful to me?"

"What are you talking about now?" Clara exclaimed.

"You've been with another man, this Da'Karro person?"

Clara's eyes darken.

"Yes..." She said, it was a lie but she didn't care, she just wanted to piss him off, she knew she was in a terrible situation and it could probably make it worse but she was tired of being afraid of him. The Captain wouldn't have been. She would have had something smart to say. Egged him on, so he could drop his guard and she could strike.

Her dagger was still at her hip, and she would use it.

"Clara, what are you saying?"

"I am saying, that Da'Karro's love for me is only outmatched by his stature, something I've enjoyed for myself." She said with a wicked wolfish grin, showing how much of a Stark she really is.

"No...You're mine!" He shouted and grabbed her by the neck, forcing her down on the bed. She choked and gasped under his grip.

"You're lying, you are untouched, I know you are. I can see it in your eyes." He said, calling her bluff as his free hand traveled up her leg and stopped at her hip and grabbed the hem of her trousers. Clara's eyes went wide.
"See, You are afraid, because you are pure." he said, tugging some, revealing a bit of skin. Clara's started to panic, as he squeezed tighter around her throat, making her lose consciousness.

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Da'Karro stared at Tenanye, the tension between the Khalidoran prince and the Fae Queen all but forgotten as He took in her words. "Clara is missing..." He turned and sprinted from the room, barreling down the winding corridors to the stables. Her presence was gone, dammit he couldn't feel her emotions near him anymore. He had gotten so sued to it while she was safe at castle black he hadn't noticed when they had disappeared again. He cursed himself for his error and moved post haste to the stables. If she was so far he couldnt feel her she must be outside the castle, but whether she was still in whiteharbor or outside the city limits. It could take days to find her.
And she might have minutes till the hallucinations killed her.
He swirved around another corner and nearly ran straight into the white shaggy body of Ghost. Da'Karro stopped dead in his tracks, breathing hard as Da'KArro and him stared at each other. His time with the Starks had taught him that the wolves were not simple beasts, they showed an unnatural intelligent, something Da'Karro would be tempted to say sentient in nature.
"You know where she went don't you?" He said to the wolf, "Can you take me?"
The Wolf at first made no indication that he had understood Da'Karro, cocking his head. A sudden thought struck him and he frantically searched his person before finally exclaiming, "Yes!" and producing a single, long, hair from where it had been caught in the breast of his armour, Scarlets hair. He leaned down carefully and held the hair between two fingers before the wolfs nose, "Please be enough..." He prayed silently.
Ghost peered forward sniffing the all but invisible proffered hair, before leaning back, ears perked and alert, and letting out a single bark before running away down the hall.
Da'Karro took off after the white wolf, hoping he hadn't made a huge mistake, "If you take me to a damn butchers shop, ill kill you you bloody dog!" he exclaimed as he ran after Ghost towards the stables.

Ghost was much easier to follow in the castle than the snow, Da'Karro discovered as Ghost led him bounding out into th snow towards the woods outside Whiteharbor, which was living up to its name.
The horse pounded the earth beneath its hooves as Da'Karro raced off into the forest, the trees enclosing around and Ghost all but vanished in the white shadows, Da'Karro using all his skill to try and see the wolf in the gloom.
"Gods Clara..." Da'Karro thought as he rode on through the trees, "Where are you?"
Eventually a he could see a light in the gloom, golden yellow and dim like a lantern or...
"A window?" He said, as Ghost slowed down as they neared the cabin. Ghost came to a stop but was clearly agitated, circling around whining softly as Da'Karro dismounted and drew his sword. He approached the cabin cautiously, the woods were quiet and he could hear the sounds of a man talking inside but no sign of Scarlet. Though there could be no dismissing Ghosts adamant insistence that Scarlet was inside. Suddenly the Wolfs fur stood on end and he growled at the cabin. Da'Karro took it as his cue and charged for the door, the door breaking in on his shoulder, Ghost following him in. Da'Karro took in his surroundings in an instant, his blade flashing as he saw a man in the corner and behind him, unconsciously pinned to the wall...
"Cur!" Da'Karro said, Stalking towards the man, "Get your hands off my princess."

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"Cur!" a familiar voice and a loud crash brought Clara out of her unconsciousness. The Count turned around with a hiss, his grip lossening, dropping Clara onto the floor below. "Get your hands off my princess"

Clara heaved and coughed, getting her breath back as the Count stood face to face with Da'Karro.

Clara couldn't believe her eyes, she dreamed of this day, Da'Karro killing the Count. She pressed herself against the wall, to stay out of the way.

"Who are you?"

"That man I warned you about..." Clara answered, her voice a bit raspy from his choke.

"You, the heathen that put his hands on my bride." He said and pulled his own blade from his hip.

Clara knew the Count was a skilled fencer, one of the things her mother gushed about during the wedding preparations.

"She's mine, once I am through with you, I'll make sure of it." He said and surged forward, his blade stinging the air, as he slashed it toward Da'Karro's head.

Clara felt fur touch her skin and saw Ghost at her side, growling protectively.

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Jon dismissed the mercenary company, giving them leave to find lodgings and prepare for dispatch. Jon would be using them before long and he wanted them ready. Jon had called them merely to refill the ranks from what few losses they suffered taking White Harbor. Fortunately the Free Company of Expendables more than refilled their ranks and then some bringing three times the number they'd lost. Jon's army was well fed, rested and ready for fresh blood. He needed only choose his next target. He could charge home off his fresh victory and keep his momentum going but his father had taught him long ago to be patient and not allow early success cloud your judgment. In this fight, in this war he had to be sure. Reclaiming Winterfell was everything, he could not fail.

Jon walked the long corridors of White Harbor alone, Amelia had retired to the room stating she felt tired. Jon knew what it was though she rarely spoke of it. It was her dragons, her children. She had long been apart from them. She'd never been away from them this long and it was beginning to take its toll. She dreamt of them, he knew she did. He dreamt of them as well once. The three eyed raven showed them to him. They were in a foreign land all alone, feasting on a shepherds flock. The big black dragon paused, as if sensing Jon watching him and let loose a long, mournful call. Jon told Amelia of his dream that morning. She wept that day.

As Jon walked he wondered where Ghost was. The big white dire wolf was never far but Jon hadn't seen him for the better part of an hour. He knew he could take care of himself so he shouldn't worry but he still felt uneasy without those ruby eyes nearby.

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Robb turned in his saddle to look at Robyn who held her head as if she'd been struck. She had more wounds than enough wounds that could have been causing the pain but this seemed different. Robyn would know the difference.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

He asked before Grey Wind got their attention. The hulking dire wolf had loped out ahead of the horse sniffing the air as if it caught the scent of something familiar. His muzzle peeled back to show a his gleaming, flesh tearing teeth as he snarled dangerously. Then he howled and ran off, into the woods. Robb cursed and urged the horse after him. Grey Wind was on the hunt, but what unfortunate soul had become it's prey was yet unclear.

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Character Portrait: Roth Ursuul Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse
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Roth had been taking council with Fayvus via letter while he worked on the sword. He expressed his situation with Tenanye as being troubling and asked for advise on the matter. His teacher was in his study nearly all the time so the reply was rather quick. When the prince reached into the magical fire he was surprised that when he opened it the letter was so long. Fayvus wrote that Anansai had crops that could grow in nearly any weather and could be planted in the most useless of soil. He suggested in making an alliance with the queen so that he could get the crops for Khalidor. That way Khalidor would be fully self sufficient in its own food production.

The prince walked through the hallways of the castle to reach what he thought was Tenanye's room. Then again with all the new guests it could be anybody's room, but he was willing to search the castle to make amends. Roth stopped at the wooden door that he believed to have belonged to her and knocked on it three times.

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Robyn's head thrum as she sprang back conscious. She held tight to Robb's waist as the horse picked up it's pace to match the ever bounding Grey Wind.

It was then she noticed what this pain was, amplified by her own exhaustion and soreness, it wasn't hers.

"Scarlet." She breathed. "Scarlet--Clara, she's in danger-Ah!" She winced as the horse made a leap over a fallen log and landing hard.

She noticed, that as they followed Grey Wind, the thrumming grew worse, louder, as if some sort of warning.

"We're getting close." She said and no sooner had she said that, did a small midnight black blurr come darting in front of the horse, the horse reared up in fright, jerking Robyn's loose grip and sending her backward off of the horse.

She tumbled to recover and stopped at on a knee. Snow clinging to her hair as she looked ahead, unable to ignore the thrumming, she had to make it stop before madness took her. If Robb protested she couldn't hear him, she just walked on, barefoot, limping in the snow off toward Grey Wind's trail, only stopping when an amber eyes, black wolf pup yapped in front of her. She looked at it before it too ran off in Grey Wind's direction. Robyn followed the little pup, half dragging her exhausted body.



Tenanye sat on the bed, weaving threat together in a silken scarf, she look up just before she heard a rapping at her door. She was just thinking she would see how Amelia was doing, what with her childern gone from her. Tenanye understood the feeling, though spiders were all over this world, they were never too far away.

She stood up and answered and to her surprise, it was the Young Prince.

His response saddened her. She was under the impression that childern like Fae, atleast had a better understanding of them then adult humans, childern could see fae in their true form without being Sighted. It was disheartening to know this child feared her immediately.

But then again, this wasn't a mere child, he was a boy in size but a man at heart.

She looked down at him.

"I suppose you've overcome your fear?" She asked, leaning against the door frame. "Come." She said and opened up the door further for him to enter.

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"Kind of." Roth murmured as he walked inside. The room was simpler than he expected, less exotic, much less so than Fayvus' room . He took a seat at a table in the room without asking permission. He tapped his fingers before speaking. "I've received information on Anansi agriculture. Between everything that I heard about there was only one thing that stood out. Crops that can grow during the winter in the capitol. I thought it impossible until I read into the few crops recovered during the Hundred Year War. Hell it's the only reason we have fruit or cash crops, but one cannot expect to live on apples and tobacco alone. We need to become agriculturally self sufficient. We need Anansi's crops. Not to eat, but to grow.." He told her pausing a bit before he continued.

"I'll be frank, I'm still disturbed that, somewhere out there, there's still an entire country filled with Fae. If I had no responsibilities I would rather not speak to you ever again. However, I do have responsibilities. I have the largest empire in the world to take care of and I would walk through ends of the frozen wastes for them. My father risked everything in this war in the hopes that the results would feed his people, not a cause of greed, but a righteous cause. In turn I would give everything for the crops needed. Everything from a lake of gold to my very life."

Roth took out his pipe pieces and connected them together. He filled the pipe with a bit of tobacco, lit it, and breathed in the smoke deeply. "This isn't normal tobacco. It's actually a strain between normal tobacco and a Fae strain. Thus we can grow it in the south-west with cooler climates." He inhaled and exhaled the smoke again. Roth watched the smoke in wonder before chuckling. "It's funny how time works, isn't it? When my country was founded, Roygarris devoted all of it's power to liberating the tribes from Fae. Our weaponry revolved around killing Fae. Our civilization was built around the ruins of the Fae. An entire portion of our population is of Fae descent. Even now I'm suing for an alliance with Fae. Ironic isn't it?" He smirked as he continued to smoke.

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Tenanye watched the young prince, he feared her, she didn't like it but it was true. All because of the Unseelie's reign of terror and he could not tell the difference, that's what bothered her the most.

"I'll be frank, I'm still distrurbed that, somewhere out there, there's still an entire country filled with Fae. If I had no responsibilities I would rather not speak to you ever agion. However, I do have responsibilites. I have the largest empire in the world to take care of and I would walk through ends of the frozen wastes for them. My father risked everything in this war in hopes that the results would feed his people, not a cause of greed, but a rightous cause. In turn, I would give everything for the crops needed. Everything from a lake of gold to my very life." He said and Tenanye chuckled as she sat on the bed, crossing a leg over the other.

"Noble cause." She said with a sigh as he pulled out a pipe and lit it's contents.

Tenanye could smell the faebriar burning within it. It wasn't pure Faebrair, but enough.

"This isn't normal tobacco. It's actually a strain between normal tobacco and a Fae strain. Thus we can grow it in the south-west with cooler climates." He said puffing out a smoke ring. Tenanye felt ashamed, a boy so young, playing at the disillusioning of being a man, not understanding the true value of his youth.

"It's funny how time works, Isn't it? When my county was found, Roygarris devoted all of it's power to liberating the tribes from Fae. Our weaponry revovled around killing Fae. Our civilization was built around the ruins of the Fae. An entire portion of our population is of Fae descent. Even now I'm suing for an alliance with Fae. Ironic, isn't it?" He smirked and Tenanye smiled.

"Not ironic, Poetic." She said with interweaving her fingers and pulling them apart revealing thin white threads between her fingers. She began to weave them together idlly.

"Fear goes both ways, Young Prince. Just your people fear mine, mine fear yours." She said.

"We couldn't take a human form, it wasn't until, long before humans divided themselves by country, Human and Fae were together as Birds and Wolves. Sure one feared the other but we shared the same place.

It wasn't until humans began branched out and manipulating iron in the process that we...how you say...adapted." She said.

"We then fled to Anansai, locked our doors and allowed no human to enter. Then the UnRest began. The UnSeelie was forced out, and thus began their reign of terror" She said and looked up at them.

"We all fear, it is a trait shared by all. My people, most of Anansai fear the humans, just as you fear us., We can end the fear, and all we need to do is understand what it is we fear," She said.

"I noticed the unbelievable horrors humans are capable of, this war has taught me that, but I can see the great good as well" She said and her mind wandered to her friends, Amelia with her dragons, Jon with his dire wolf, Clara's beautiful singing, and Da'Karro's love for her.

"It was enough to give me hope that perhaps we could live together once more, I just need to know more. I just need to learn more about you, and you need to learn more about me, then there is nothing to fear because we understand." She said. "If you wish an alliance, then help me end the fear, help me learn more."

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The production of firearms was going along smoothly if Moloch could say so himself. The ingredients for powder and shot were common and the design was simple, even with Wanhope's innovations. Slave labor was a bonus as well, he knew, though, eventually, Drake would need to rid itself of it. Emancipation was sweeping across the land and if Drake did not want to be isolated, they would need to catch up.

The traditionalists among the nobility and military were, of course, giving him trouble. The arquebus was rightly seen as a threat to their traditionalHis mode of warfare. Nonetheless, Drake needed to innovate to survive, which was why he was working on a couple of letters at his desk.

Greetings to Prince Roth,

Your conflict with your father has not gone unnoticed. The Khalidor in general and your father in particular have always been good friends to myself and my kingdom. Now, I watch concerned as the Khalidor are threatened with annihilation via civil war. I cannot allow that. It is clear that your way is the only way for the Khalidor to survive in this new world, though, I admit to you I wish it wasn't the case. I do not like the thought of deposing my old friend.

Nonetheless, I offer you my aid on two conditions. One is that your father is allowed to abdicate with dignity. The other is a grace period where my kingdom prepares for emancipation. Agree to these terms, and Drake will fight on your behalf.

-Moloch, King of Drake Kingdom


His second letter was much shorter.

I would like to discuss the future of our two kingdoms and the world with you, milady. Will you grant me an audience?

King Moloch of Drake


With those letters written, he tied them to two separate ravens and opened a window for them to take flight into the sky above his kingdom. He took a moment to survey his city. What would the future hold, he asked himself.

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Roth listened to Tenanye speak on the matters of her people's early history. Khalidor was old, but not nearly that old to where the two species would be living in harmony. He only nodded slowly as she spoke of fear. If she wanted to know more of why Khalidorans fear the Fae then this war may seem more like a skirmish by comparison.

"Of course with learning about a people, one must learn their history." He started. "Long ago before the settling, there lived a group of tribes that lived in a hub. It was a large tribe that depended on hunting the caribou of the tundra. The leader of that tribe was Roygarris Ursuul. He had risen to the status of chief by defending his people from slavers would often came to haul them away to the west where none dared travel. One day he went south in search of a golden bear and took refuge in a cave during a storm. It was in that cave that he was visited by Khali. She had entered our plain of existence to save our people and guide us to salvation. She made him into her champion, gave him the scriptures, and bestowed upon him vast powers."

"With his new found powers Roygarris founded the Kingdom of Khalidor in Her honor. Masses flocked to Khalidor and it absorbed all tribes surrounding it. When the city had become powerful enough he created the Ursuul Citadel and the walls around it. The Citadel has a powerful spell over it that allows it to control the climate within the walls. With a warm climate in the city and even small farms it became the largest in the east. Eventually the armies left to conquer the south. There they found a horse tribe, the Hezar, who were a divided people at war with the centaurs. He tamed a unicorn, which was sacred to them, and united the tribes against the centaurs. After crushing them the Hezar joined Khalidor for its march to the west."

"The Fae, your unseelie, enslaved every human to the west. Those that weren't so lucky were slaughtered like cattle for food or pitted against each other in sick games. The tribals have better stories than I do though. So Roygarris, with all his magic, set out to liberate humanity. He slayed dragons, elves, and orcs alike. His soldiers were armed with cold iron and wiped out the Fae that ate flesh, but spared those who didn't. After a hundred years of constant fighting the Fae were conquered and the First Era ended with the death of Roygarris in the Battle for Khalidor."

"I have told you a summary of my people's foundation. Now expect a story of your people. Especially of this Unrest and the Unseelie. After that I will tell you of what happened after the Hundred Year War." He told her. The history of Khalidor was much more extensive, but if they were speaking of just Fae relations then there were only two eras to speak of. Little less then a few centuries.

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"I have told you a summary of my people's foundation. Now, Expect a story of your people. Especially of this Unrest and th Unseelie. After that I will tell you of what happened after the Hundred Year War."

Tenanye nodded.

"Very Well, I was start at the beginning." She said.


"In the beginning, Fae did not live on this plane of existence. We are from a place only known as OtherWorld. A realm between realms. No one knows how it happened but rift formed between our worlds, allowing Fae to enter. Ever curious creature, we ventured out, explored the new world. this world was unlike we've ever seen, but with creatures similar to us." She said and looked down as Nanji crawled up on her lap, she stroked a finger down his back. "The rift, not only released Fae unto this world but magic as well-" She said and stopped herself, with a smile. "But I'll skip ahead" She said with sheepish giggle. "Many Fae stayed in OtherWorld, while many wished to thrive here. You see within OtherWorld, they were Three factions of Fae, we call them Courts. The Light Court, is the Seelie, in which bore such light fae as Pixies, Sprites, Brownies and the like, then there is the Night Court, The UnSeelie, made up of malevolent fae such as Selkies, trolls, orcs, mer, things of a predatoral natures, and there is one in between. Wild Court, one that teeters between both, that houses, Fae such as myself, Spider Fae, Dryads, Will 'o Wisps, Unicorns and many others." She said.

"The Unrest came when the UnSeelie and Seelie, whom always fought within OtherWorld for territory, fought for power over this new land, to which had begun to sprout new life. Humans." She said and frowned sadly.

"The War went on an on, While the Wild Court stayed neutral. The UnSeelie wanted full control over this land, and it's inhabitants. The Seelie did not allow it, they would clash and clash, finally, one from the Wild Court rose, Anansi, the Mother Goddess, she was the ruler of the Spider Fae and said to have been the one to seal the rift, stopping more Fae from entering." She said and sighed.

"She rallied the Wild Court, as the war was destorying the new world, we are of nature and did not wish to see it harmed, so she joined forces with the Seelie and and crushed the Unseelie, banishing them back to OtherWorld, her along with them to keep them from breaking it free" She said. "Unfortantely, so many Unseelie had fled to other parts of the new world, that we could not remove them without hurting the natives. Unfortunately for your people, you suffered for it." She said and sighed, " As you all grew
wiser, you learned our weaknesses, and used them against the Unseelie but unfortunately you could not tell the differences between Solitary fae, Seelie and Unseelie, so you attacked us all and while many learned to work well with your kind, like the Hamadryads in the Isle of Faces here in the North, many just feared us. So We confined ourselves in Anansai, Hai-Fen, the guardisn of Anansai, created a magical spell that kept humans from entering and UnSeelie from returning." She said and smiled.

"Now you know more about Anansai then any other human in the world."

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"I'm honored." Roth told her after she told her story. He was in awe that Fae had come from another plane of existence. He thought that only deities could do so, such a Khali. He wondered if by Fae magic if she meant arcane. Magic in Khalidor came directly from Her. He shook out his thoughts, it was time for the story of the beginning of the second era and the last with his father. He decided to refer to the enemy Fae as Unseelie from now on.

"Roygarris died fighting the last of the Unseelie army. He was not a normal man, but a living god. He could swat dragons from the sky like they were flies and swept away armies with storms. Before him there had never been a human who could use magic so to both man and Fae he seemed more like a god than a man. Not only a god, but a king among gods. Hence the dubbed name 'Godking'. He allowed his men to retreat while he took on a hundred thousand Unseelie by himself. It ended with not only his death, but ninety thousand Unseelie died as well. Whenever my father told me of his death he always said that it was embarrassing to be called Godking since that would mean that one would be compared to Roygarris. Hell the man died at one hundred and fifty years old...anyways I best get on with the story."

"The nation was furious with the death of their beloved leader and humanity began to seek out and exterminate the Fae, even the rare few who had helped us. This time of our history was known as 'The Great Purge'. Fae who were part animal were butchered and force fed to other animal like Fae slaves, who were then butchered again in the cycle. The men of every race were taken deep underground and forced to mine iron in poor condition, many a times stripped naked and given only chisels to cut the rock before they carried it with their hands. Games were made to see how long they would survive. Lastly was an issue ordered by Godking Havien. He ordered that the Fae population be bred out so every Fae female, regardless of age, was sold to the colonial men to repopulate the west and strengthen it. When a female could not produce any more offspring they were sent to the mines."

"Dayolin, one of our nations most cherished bards, created a painting with a poem about an incident in the west. The pair are called 'The Rape of Innocence'. About two hundred Blood Elves were found held up in a cave. It was blocked by some magic, but our meisters found a way of breaking in. The elves were captured along with a thousand other Fae hiding in the deep cave. They were taken to a nearby town, every one of them, and the people celebrated. After much wine the festival took a turn for the worse, transforming into an orgy of sex and violence. Then the meisters burned them alive, healed them, and used their magic to torture them several times over until finally they killed them with dull iron cleavers." Although he had feared Fae from the stories that his father told him, Fayvus was kind and spoke of the horrors that were inflicted on them by man. He told Roth many times that even enemies can show mercy to each other.

"The loss of innocence showed the world that man was but a maleficent child who cared not of decency, only to his own sin could he nurture. Woe is he who breaks his chains only to slap them on his former master's wrist. Malice is his nature and malice only breeds stupidity, which in turn breeds only self destruction. That is the fate of man. Thus dust will inherit the Earth for man shall waste all life for his own greed." Roth smirked for a moment. "Or that's at least what Dayolin said in his poem."

"Finally those of Fae descent were treated poorly in the capitol district for years. That is until my father passed a series of Race Laws that prohibited discrimination based on race or ethnicity. And so that concludes the brief, violent history that Khalidor shares with the Fae." He told her. He wondered if she had any stories to tell. He was somewhat doubtful that the Seelie and the Unseelie were completely different. Even they must have wronged something in their past.

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Tenanye listened in horror as Roth spun his tale. It brought bile to her stomach and a tear to her eyes. Not all of the Fae were Unseelie, which meant those women, were most likely Seelie, Wild or even solitary.

It was no wonder that her Mother hated Humans. Her mother could be just as cruel, she knew now why.

"I suppose this explains a great deal. Both species are capable if great good and great evil. Light and Dark. " She said and looked to the sky. "My Mother, she was dark, I knew not the full reason of her darkness but I knew she hated humans, she said that they were not to be trusted. Your tale, if the timeline is correct, your tale explains this distrust. Humans were banned from Anansai, unless Hai-Fen granted them access, the innocent ones were allowed in but my mother...she would never let them leave. " She said and sighed. "She put a lasting spell on the food of Anansai so that a human would become trapped if the ate, manipulated the time so that a human would starve to death or age without knowing it. Lure human men into a ring, force them to dance with her until they died from exhaustion or their limbs would be worn to blood stumps. It was so horribly cruel." she said and wiped a fallen tear from her eye, the tear wasn't clear like a human, but black like her true eyes.

"Finally, when it came time for her to prepare for her return to OtherWorld, I freed the humans she kept. Ended the madness, and it was in that time that I met Queen Amelia, a human born with Wild Court Blood, Dragon blood, they were very rare indeed, my mother distrusted her but I didn't, I let her in and we assisted in reclaiming her home and she and I have been allies and friends ever since." She said smiling at the memory.

"I came here to put an end to the fear that mankind has of Fae and Fae have of mankind. It is why I tell you this, so that you may understand that we are not so different and while we can be cruel, we can be good,,just as you."

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Roth frowned as Tenanye spoke of her mother. It seemed like unusual tortures to place others under. Starvation was common as a Khalidoran prisoner or slave. Even the dancing would have been considered merciful as the meisters would have prolonged the torture as long as utterly possible. Just then it saddened him not that her mother was cruel, but that her behavior was commonplace among his own people. His eyes rose up to her own eyes when she brought up the part on understanding.

"This is very similar to what relations with Khalidor and the North will be. Although both will be at peace, neither will trust the other until they are benefited in some way, shape, or form. The North will expect that their country be repaired and improved past its pre-war state, while Khalidor will expect to be fed."

"The same is with our people. A nation of Fae and a nation of xenophobes can only become friendly if there is mutual benefit. Otherwise my people would not listen, especially the west. However, if Anasai provides us with crops and agricultural knowledge then I'm sure that they would be more than willing to make peace. In return we can give what knowledge we possess. In Khalidor the most favored school of magic is that of healing, and the Vir makes the spells even more powerful. My father is the most skilled healer in Khalidor, probably within the western hemisphere. He has healed the blind, weaved spells to cure nearly every disease, and even created new hearts. Once I even saw him resurrect a man, though he made me keep it a secret because resurrection, necromancy or not, is a grave crime in Khalidor."

Roth half smiled as he thought back to his father. He wasn't mad at him, he never was. In fact he partly wished that he had never traveled south so that he would never have to face his father. If it was sin to disobey a parent, then it was hubris to betray one. That was what he felt at that moment and his feelings became all the more present in his face.

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Tenanye mused over his proposal. She would have to confer with Jon, Amelia and then the Council in Anansai, but it wasn't a bad idea. In fact, it was a great one.

Tenanye smiled at him, and was about to tell she'd consider his offer, but she saw the look in his eyes as he spoke about his father.

"Do you love your father?" She asked curiously. "Forgive my candidacy, but once this war has ended, your father will be...well, he may not survive it. Jon is a just king, I see that, and I doubt he'll choose to excute him however, I do not know how the other rulers will go about dealing with him." She said and sighed. "I would never want to force a child to choose between a parent and his country but I fear that is exactly what you will have to do..." She said, and just then there came a tap at the window.

A messenger pixie on a falcon waved at her.

"Loot-lie?" She questioned and looked at Roth, and decided to let him muse over the question. "Excuse me." She said and opened the window.

"Message from the King of Drake." Loot-lie said and the little pixie dismounted his bird and unhooked a message from it's talon.

Tenanye frowned curiously as she unfurled the message.

"Does he know where I am?"

Loot-lie shrugged.

"I know not, Queen Tenanye, We received this message in Anansai, and they sent me here to get it to you as quickly as possible." He said and Tenanye nodded, tapping the paper to her chin, she turned to Roth.

"Young Prince, I will consider your offer, but first we must discuss it with the others. I've just recieved word from the King of Drake, his wishes to discuss the fate of our two kingdoms, however he is an ally of your father's..." She frowned some.

"Let us take this to Jon and Amelia, shall we? Loot-Lie, Come with me." She said and the pixie flapped it's translucent wings and sat on her shoulder.

"Yay," He chirpped.

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Roth didn't want to think about how he was going to deal with his father. He had an idea, one referring to the old ways, but he wasn't entirely sure how to work that one out. There were still obstacles in his way. He was in his thoughts as he followed Tenanye when a vanguard caught up to him to deliver a message that had recently appeared in the pit. It was apparently relayed from Khalidor from Drake.

His interest peaked as he read the letter. So the King Moloch wanted to switch sides? For only gradual emancipation and his father's dignity. Roth didn't care what the foreign leaders wanted, especially when it came to his father. His father would face Khalidoran punishment, by a Khalidoran court, for crimes against Khalidor. The other leaders would have little say in that matter. He would need to tell Jon about the alliance with Drake.

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Grey Wind stalked through the trees. His grey and black fur bristling as he snarled. He neared the scent of his brother, the great white but there were other scents nearby. Some of them were familiar, some were not. Grey Winds claws tore up the snow and dirt as he roughly pushed his way through the thick brush. The pup was a surprise, Grey Wind could smell no nearby den nor mother wolf. This one was without a pack and was following him now. Grey Wind cared little, his own brother may have need of his bite and that was his only focus.

So as Grey Wind continued to move through the brush, ever nearing Ghost and the others Robb followed behind Robyn in concern. She was walking as if in a trance. She had muttered something about Clara. Clara was in Castle Black, or maybe even White Harbor by now, not out here in trouble. It didn't make any sense. He had thought at first when she'd fallen off the horse she'd hit her head or perhaps this was a result of the torture she'd endured but the way she followed the tiny pup who was in turn following Grey Wind was almost dream like. He followed her, as he always would, from this day until his last day through whatever storm or foul dream befell her. He was her harbor and he would keep her safe.

The air smelled thick with rage, fear, and madness. Grey Wind stepped out into a clearing to finally rest his golden eyes on what his nose had already sniffed out. Clara, the human pack mate of Robb and the others. She lay on the ground, heaving for breath. The foreigner stood defiantly a few paces away, blood in his eyes and a hungry look Grey Wind was quite familiar with. Standing over Clara with a weapon in hand was one of this land but with a foul scent. He smelled sickly, weak and dangerous. Then Grey Wind saw his brother, the great white with the blood red eyes. His fur, white as snow, bristled as he snarled at the mad man. Grey Wind lowered his head and charged, his claws ready to pounce, his jaws hungering for flesh.

The mad man leaped, blade singing for Da'Karro and right before contact a massive shape collided with him. In a flurry of teeth and screams Grey Wind tackled the count to the snowy ground snapping at any bits of flesh he could. His jaws had tore into the Counts face and Blackwood screamed horribly as the two tumbled. They rolled for a half second before separating and Grey Wind got back up to all four feet, his jaws dripping blood and bits of skin. The Count clutched his face with his free hand, blood poured from behind his quivering palm. Blackwood slowly moved his hand away as if in shock to reveal his nose, or better his lack there off. Grey Wind had completely tore off the Counts nose in the quick exchange.

"Y-You... Y-you beast! My face! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FACE!!!"

Blackwood roared, his insanity reaching a fever pitch. Grey Wind clicked his jaws as he licked the wet fur around his muzzle as if in response.

"That's only the beginning, traitor."

Came a voice the Count knew well and even in his cloud of madness he knew enough to be afraid. As he drew clean steel from it's scabbard Robb Stark stepped into the clearing along with a woman Blackwood didn't recognize. She looked as if she'd just been through hell but she was armed none the less. Two dire wolves, this Jeddah foreigner, a gun toting mystery woman and Robb fucking Stark. The white dire wolf stepped up slowly to stand beside the massive grey and black one, he looked as hungry as the first and it was then Count Reginald Blackwood knew. He was going to die tonight. Yet if he was to experience the unending sleep of death, he would not sleep alone.

"Come here, my love!"

He snapped as his bloody had lashed out and grabbed Clara's hair. She screamed as his fist tightened it's grip in her dark, wavy locks and nearly lifted her off her feet. He pulled her close and put his knife to her throat. The blood from his ruined face poured all over her shoulder and down the front of her dress.

"Worry not my sweet, I won't have them using you like a whore. No, no... That is a gift reserved only for me, as you well know."

He said with a wicked, manic grin that was made all the more terrifying in that his nose was now but a pulpy, bloody hole. Robb growled under his breath, he wanted nothing more than to open the man's stomach and he was getting tired of people trying to use his loved ones as human shields. It didn't work for Ramsay, it wont work now. He stepped in slowly, menacingly as Da'Karro did the same as did Robyn and both dire wolves.

"You're not going to hurt her Blackwood. Let her go, now, and I'll consider killing you quick."

Robb said, giving the count his only warning.

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Jon stood out on the terrace, looking over the courtyard of New Castle as the snow fell. The Khalidorian banners were being pulled down from all over the city. There was talk of burning them but Jon put an end to that quickly. He was friends with the soon to be king of Khalidor, he wouldn't insult his kingdom in such a manner. Refugees were coming in from all over The North, looking for safe harbor. Unfortunately the city was full of Jon's already massive army and now coupled with the addition of the mercenaries, there was hardly any room at all. Jon would put the army to camp outside, the walls. There was just no room for them within the walls and the civilians needed the cities protection more than the fighting men did anyway.

Jon sighed as he thought of the trials ahead. None worried him more than the decision of how to handle Wanhope. Everything in him said his head was the only option but he could not, in good conscious, take his life and still call himself a friend to Roth. What friend would kill a friends parent? Jon ran his hand through his coal black hair in frustration before he heard his uncles voice.

"You look ready to jump, Your Grace."

Jon turned with a smile.

"Uncle."

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The two Starks shared a warm handshake which dissolved into a hug before both men turned to stare out over the railing.

"You seem troubled Jon."

"It's Wanhope."

Jon replied tiredly. Lord Eddard nodded knowingly.

"Isn't it always?"

"And it's Roth."

Now Ned Stark paused to turn and look at his nephew.

"I thought you two were getting on?"

"We are, that's the problem. Honestly it would be easier if I hated him."

Lord Eddard Stark looked at his nephew and his keen gaze deciphered his nephews woes quickly.

"You're worried about what to do with Wanhope when you capture him. You can't kill him because he is Roth's father and Roth is your friend but you want to kill him."

Jon sighed in agreement as he, once again ran his hand through his hair.

"He took everything from me, my family, my home. He caused all this. All I want is to kill him but... but how can I call myself Roth's friend if I take his father from him? What does that do? How is that fair? Roth did nothing to me but be honest since the day I met him and in return I want to kill his father."

"Because his father killed your family and started this war."

Eddard corrected.

"So that makes it right?"

Jon asked. Lord Stark took a moment and turned to look back out onto the city that lay before them.

"Your lords will expect justice Jon. Not just for your family but for theirs. The sons and daughters they've lost."

"Is that justice? How can it be? Wanhope will suffer but a moment as the blade cleaves his head but Roth? He'll suffer for years. He may never get over it. I know that pain better than anyone, how can I inflict it on someone I call a friend. How is that justice?"

Lord Stark had no clear answer for his nephew and king, he wished he had but he didn't. He put his hand on Jon's shoulder and wished he could will this pain away, but he knew he couldn't.

"It's not easy dealing out death and judgment. Even the wisest men cannot always tell."

Jon turned ot look at his uncle, his eyes wanting direction. He wished he was a boy again and someone could just tell him what to do.

"So... what do I do?"

"What does your heart tell you?"

Jon pondered the question a moment before meeting Eddard's gaze.

"There has to be another way."

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Clara didn't know what to do when suddenly, Grey Wind leapt out and mawed The Count's face. She clamored to her hands and knees and moved behind the chaos.

The Count -half faceless now, had fully descened into his madness. She could see it, as he pulled back a bloody hand and bellowed out into the night.

It was then Robb appeared, which was a surprise,since he left to find the Captian, according to Amelia, but what was more of a surprise was that his search bore fruit and there covered in snow, was the beautifully deadly Captian Sheva.

Clara's eyes were wide as she watched the Captian entered the room.

"Cap-Captian." She breathed but the shock of the sight distracted her from the matter at hand and she was snatched by the hair. She screamed at the pain on her scalp.
"Let me go!" She whimpered but stopped short as a cold blade touched her skin, and hot blood trickled down her shoulder.

She stood before Da'Karro, Robb, The Captian and two dire wolves, all having come to a stop. The Captian's were the only eyes on her. She looked as if she been through three hells but still she stood. She fought a lesson she taught her on the ship.

"The only way to win, is to fight, If you don't fight, you will lose."

Clara looked at her now, her eyes telling her.

"FIGHT!"
Suddenly as they all were at a stand still, a small black blurr barrelled in and sunk it's teeth into the flesh of the Count's ankle. He yelped in pain and kicked the little pup, it was enough of a distraction.
"I will be no one's whore..." Clara growled and in a flash the dagger at her hip was freed and she plunged it deep into his thigh. The Count howled in pain and she fell to the floor, unfortunately the knife at her throat drew across her skin but nothing too serious. She stumbled to her feet and ran to the Captian, who wrapped an arm around the back of her neck.

"Captian." Clara whimpered.

"Did he touch you?" the Captian looked down at her before her eyes found the Count once again.
Clara paused, looking away some. "Did he?" The Captian urged and then sighed. "Clara..."

Clara swallowed and pointed at her chest.

The Captian grimaced. "Is that all?"

Clara nodded and the Captian aimed her flintlock at the Count, and fired at his hands, leaving bloody stumps.

"Da'Karro, he's all yours." The Captian said and lead her outside, but not before Clara scooped up the little pup up and into her arms.
"You are not going to want to see the rest of this." The Captian said and Clara nodded, though a part of her did.

Once outside, as Clara was looking over the small pup, The Captian went completely limp, and fell unconscious in the snow.

"Robb!" She called as she cradled the small pup in her arm and touched the Captian's forehead with the other. She had a high fever, and seemed completely exhausted but otherwise alive. Clara didn't want to know what kind of hell she'd been through, she was alive.

It was a miracle.

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Tenanye made her way toward the study where Jon had been but only found it empty, after inquiring with his squire, the round faced Podrick, she found he was outside.

She slipped outside in the cold snow, she stepped lightly in the snow, until she came around and saw Jon speaking with his uncle about the very subject she'd presented to Roth.

"Excuse the intrusion." She said, letting her presence be known and felt.

"I've just received word from the King of Drake, as well has Young Roth. He seeks an audience with me for the futures of our kingdoms and since I am a guest here in your land, I thought it only proper to seek your permisson." She said with a gentle respectful bow of her head, it was in that moment that Loot-Lie the small sprite, sprang from her hair. "Ah! So cold!" He shouted. Tenanye smiled. "Oh dear." She said tittered. "Forgive him, This is Loot-Lie, a messenger pixie. Say hello Loot-Lie."
Loot-Lie sprang from her shoulder and flew over directly into Jon's face, hovering and moving like a hummingbird.
"Hi, I am Loot-Lie, You seem like a nice kinda guy." the pixie chirped, he then flew up and into Jon's hair. "Your hair is very soft, how do you keep it so coffed?" Tenanye held a hand over her mouth. "Loot-lie come out of there." She ordered lightly. "Forgive him, He's a pixie every curious, the concept of personal space is new to them." She said sheepishly as Loot-Lie sat on her shoulder again. "So~rry"Loot-Lie relented.
Tenanye only smiled lovingly at the pixie before turning to Jon again.

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As Da'Karro, the mad man from Jeddah, the Beast of The Harbinger, began his bloody work of teaching Count Blackwood the errors of his ways and the screams began Robb was unmoved. While Robyn led Clara out and the wolves followed Robb stood firm. He folded his arms across his broad chest and watched, he wanted to watch, he wanted to see the pain in the count's eyes. He wanted to see him suffer for his crimes. What felt the best to Robb was that as Da'Karro tore at the man's flesh, as his skin peeled back and his bones broke the count's eyes were locked on Robb. He looked at him as if knowing that he had the power to save him, that this was his doing and that Robb wanted him to feel every bit of this.

Robb only turned away when he head Clara call him. He rushed outside to find Robyn unconscious in the snow with Clara trying her best to hold her up. Robb went to a knee and took Robyn from Clara easily, scooping her up as he would lift a child.

"She's been through a lot cousin. The Bolton's had her. The bastards tortured her."

Robb could see the hurt flash in Clara's eyes at the realization of what sort of suffering her dear friend and mentor suffered.

"She didn't break Clara."

He said with a firm nod and a proud smile. Robyn had been through so much pain, so much torment of late but her resolve, her steel never wavered. In that she was the strongest person Robb had ever known and he knew Clara saw her in much the same light. It would do his cousin well to know that even when all she had to look forward to was more pain, she stood strong.

Robb turned from Clara, heading towards his horse. He had planned to return Robyn to White Harbor tonight but with the full moon rising it was better to make camp and strike out in the morning.

"We'll make camp here. Start out fresh in the morning. We won't get anywhere stumbling around in the dark, especially not with Robyn in this condition."

He said as he set her down softly on his bedroll that he laid out. He grabbed some branches and sticks laying about and set to making a fire.

"Clara, would you see to Robyn while I get this fire going?"

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Jon was still chuckling even after Loot-Lie flew out of his hair and returned to Tenanye. He ruffled his fingers through his coal black hair with a smile at the little sprite before he waved away the queens apology.

"No apology needed Tenanye."

He said warmly before his uncle spoke up.

"You say King Moloch requests and audience with you and the young Roth?... Last I heard he was allied with his father. What is he playing at?"

The older Stark said, almost thinking out loud as he put his hand to his chin.

"Hopefully he's seeing what the rest of the world already knows, Wanhope can't win this war. His enemies are to vast and too powerful. He's trying to jump to the winning side before it's over. He doesn't want to get left out in the cold with no one to stand at his back."

Jon offered. Eddard nodded slowly as he contemplated the possibility.

"Moloch has never been a fool. That could be all he's doing but if that was the case he would have sent a letter to you as well. Odd that he didn't especially considering that both people he sent letters two are currently living under your roof."

Jon was less concerned with the development than his uncle was, on the contrary he saw this as good news. The war was coming to a close if Wanhope's allies were leaving his side.

"Odd is having a sprite crawl out of your hair."

He said with a chuckle before turning back to Tenanye.

"Of course, Tenanye, you have my leave. Meet with him as you wish."

He said with a friendly nod and a warm handshake before taking his leave. It was late and he wanted to feel the warmth of Amelia at his side. He headed to his bed chamber where his future wife already slept soundly. As she slept, as her mind gave itself up to dreams leathery wings soared in the clouds. Ancient eyes looked down at the world of men and fae. Above a land of cold and snow, three shadows passed by on their way to a long over due reunion.

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"She's been through a lot cousin. The Bolton's had her. The bastards tortured her."
Robb said as he cradled the Captain in his arms. She looked so light in his arms, as if that was where she was meant to be.
His words finally struck her and tears glossed her eyes. She wouldn't let them fall, no, there would be no use in crying about it now, the captain was alive, and she would strike her in the head for it if she were conscious. It didn't stop her heart from aching for her. Clara looked at her, in awe of her resolve.
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"She didn't break Clara." Robb told her and Clara nodded. "Of course she didn't." She said softly. "She's much too strong..." She looked up at Robb, seeing the admiration, pride and love in his eyes. She couldn't help but smile. She wasn't sure how Mr. Casey would feel about all this, she knew that he loved her but Robb...He'd done so much for her that, she was kind of hoping she'd choose him.

"We'll make camp here. Start out fresh in the morning. We won't get anywhere stumbling around in the dark, especially not with Robyn in this condition."
Clara nodded, moving closer to Robyn as he began making camp, after laying her down. She smoothed back her soft wavy hair, her face was bruised but it didn't take away from her beauty and only added to her inner strength.
She only hoped she could become at least half the woman Robyn was.
"Clara, would you see to Robyn while I get this fire going?"

"Of course." She replied softly, as she looked down at her.

"Robb." She said looking up at him. "Thank you, For believing in her....You must truly love her."




"You say King Moloch requests and audience with you and the young Roth?... Last I heard he was allied with his father. What is he playing at?"

Tenanye nodded.

"Hopefully he's seeing what the rest of the world already knows, Wanhope can't win this war. His enemies are to vast and too powerful. He's trying to jump to the winning side before it's over. He doesn't want to get left out in the cold with no one to stand at his back."

Jon offered and Eddard nodded in agreement.

"Moloch has never been a fool. That could be all he's doing but if that was the case he would have sent a letter to you as well. Odd that he didn't especially considering that both people he sent letters two are currently living under your roof."
Tenanye was about to speak to the contrary but JOn spoke again.

"Odd is having a sprite crawl out of your hair."

He said with a chuckle and Tenanye smiled sheepishly.

"Of course, Tenanye, you have my leave. Meet with him as you wish."

He walked off before she could speak again.

"Lord Eddard, The letters were sent to us both via magically means, forwarded to use from our homelands, which is why Loot-Lie is here. I would have liked to receive the King of Drake here, since we are all allies and he wishes to meet myself and Roth, he might as well meet Jon as well, We can, how you humans say. "Kill Two Birds with one stone?"

Loot Lie gasped. "Killing Birds?! My Queen how could you?!"

Tenanye rolled her eyes and a smile. "It is a saying, Loot Lie no one is killing anyone." She said with a sigh. "Oh."

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Roth lost Tenanye when he was reading the letter, but tried to find Jon anyway. When he finally got to the study, a guard told him that he had returned to his chambers. With that the young prince returned to his own chambers and put away his things. He was tired of politics for the day and wanted nothing more than to fiddle with his instruments. So he took his lute and began to tune it while he walked through the halls of the castle.

The boy stopped walked when he reached the gardens as he saw something interesting. The artwork that was carved onto the stone were deep and gaped wide. Perfect places to place one's hand while climbing. So he strapped his lute behind him and began to climb up the pillar. By the time he reached the top he had nearly fell twice, one due to a misplaced step, the other from sweaty palms. Roth sat up on the roof near the garden and stared off into the distance. He missed Khalidor. He missed his home, his teacher, his mother, his city. The only reminder of home that he would see would be marching soldiers, a sight that didn't quite do it for him. He decided to play a song that he had made, a tune imbued with magic that he made when he had completed his rite. His mind soon drifted off in wonder as he played.