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Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger

"I will bathe in your blood, or so it's been said"

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a character in “Crowns, Empires & Swords”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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Name: Robyn Sheva

Age: 24

Appearance: Known for her beauty, Robyn Sheva is a subtly curvy dark skinned woman, with long wavy dark hair, deep brown-black eyes and a dangerous smile. She is often seen in loose men's clothes when relaxing with her crew but during a Raid, she is dressed in an black and crimson red long coat, sleek black boots, a black corset,tight black trousers,a blood red top and a black tri-cornered hat with red stitching.

Build: Tall and Curvy

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[i]Ruthless as she is beautiful...

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Personality
Robyn is a ruthless piratess, she has been known to cut men down for simply looking at her incorrectly. She hates being viewed as merely a woman and does whatever she can to make sure the world knows it. She is known as the Crimson Lady, as rumor has it that she's killed a man and bathed in his blood.

Loyalty is important to her and she finds it hard to trust anyone, she doesn't even trust her crewman, save her her first mate -Insert Name Here-.

She reads people like a book and can -for the most part- predict their next move. She is a skilled liar and can seduce a man with a simple bat of an eyelash.

She has a smart mouth and is ill tempered, and has been known to shoot a man simply for the dislike of his face.
Where they live:[center]The Harbinger

Upon Sight, Death is Eminent...

Robyn's ship. It holds 400 crew men, two floors, 100 cannon's 50 on each floor and 25 on each side.

However, originally, She was born in South Pacific, in King's Landing, the slums of the great nation.

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Only seen by dead men...
Rumor has it that, this gun is invisible as no one has ever seen it fired. No one living. Robyn has a dead eye and her bullets never misses it's mark.


What/ who they are: She is the Captain of the Crimson Pirate Crew.


History:
Victim of Circumstances...
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Robyn was born orphan as her mother died during childbirth and her father some time before that. To survive, Robyn became a thief. She wasn't a very skilled thief as a small child as she was caught and beat more times then she could count. This landed her in many fights and left her hungry for days. She'd learned her street smarts early as she could convince some people to give her food or water or clothes during the winter. There was but one man to ever show her kindess, he would give her food when he could but it didn't last as when she was 9 years old, she stole from a slave trader and as 'payment' she was taken and sold as a slave.

A Dancer's Nightmare...
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Robyn was sold to a brothel owner in Britannia where she lived, cleaned and cooked. It was when she was 13, that she'd grown into her looks and was forced into becoming a 'dancer.' The Mistress taught her to dance and to seduce men out of every dime they had.

It was there she'd learned how to become a premium liar and how to read expressions. As there were plenty of times, she'd be requested at parties and had needed those skills. She'd became a skilled theif and stole from the partons to save for her freedom.

It was when she was 15 years old, that she'd been requested as a escort for a nobleman. He was kind and gentle while she was at the brothel but immediately after they were alone, he attacked her. She wasn't a whore like most, she was simple a dancer, she wasn't old enough to be requested for that. She'd tried to explain that to the nobleman but he just slapped her and told her she was his. He kept her prisoner, locked to the wall of his basement for months for his pleasure. This torture drove her mad.
At one point, He'd freed her chains to abuse her but left his dagger at his hip as he attacked her. She skillfully stole his dagger and slit his throat while he was on top of her. She walked out of his home, in the middle of the night, stotic, drenched in his blood, like a ghost. It was how she earned the name the Crimson Lady.

She'd made her way back to the brothel and the Mistress -whom she'd learn to love and trust like a mother- was livid. She told Robyn she was bad for business and that she was a waste of time. Robyn was pass the point of sanity at the time so in her stotic state, she stabbed the woman with no emotion on her face. After the woman fell at her feet, she felt free finally. She enjoyed taking the life of people who hurt her...so she didn't and wouldn't stop there.

Hell hath no fury...
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It took two years for Robyn to find the slave trader that sent her there. She'd used all of the skills she'd learned and managed to become a master theif, a premium liar and a skilled seductress. Those skills alone kept her alive while she looked for the man. At 17, she finally found him. He'd been still running the same game and she watched as he kidnapped childern and sold them to the highest bidder as he'd done to her. She'd followed him for days until finally she followed him home. She found that he'd slaves himself. Plenty of them, locked up in his house. Some where her age or older. She waited until he slept. She climbed on top of him and when he woke up she reminded him who she was. He didn't remember her at all. With a knife to his throat, he claimed it wasn't personal.Her last words to him before she slit his throat was "This is personal..."

The Bright Side...
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After that, Robyn became a vagabond. She had no real destination other than to survive. she'd stuck around her home in the South Pacific as a skilled con woman. It was there she met a ailing old pirate. She'd been in the process of conning him when he stopped her with a bullet to her shoulder. When she passed out from the pain. He took her to to his hideaway and dressed her wound. When she awoke, He was impressed by her abilities to read people but she needed to be able to predict a person's movements. She then asked him why he'd shot her he simple stated "I wanted see if you could see it coming, You didn't..."

Oceans deep...
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It was then, the old pirate taught her everything he knew and she soaked it up like a sponge. He taught her how to use a gun, and she became a skilled marksmen. He taught her how to navigate the seven sea on his ship the Harbinger and she became a skilled Captain. For a while, she felt happy...that is until he died. She was devastated by this and her world grew dark. She felt that it wasn't fair, that she deserved some peace after all of the crap she'd been through but it didn't make a difference. She went back to thieving only more publicly. She took the Harbinger, gathered a crew and became a piratess. Taking from the world's happiness as she couldn't keep hers.

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Skills:
Manipulation
Swordplay
Gun slinging
Observant
Fearlessness

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So begins...

Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger's Story

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"This is the Crimson Lady?" asked a woman who looked through the bars. One of the watchmen, a young men of dark hair and a charming grin lead his new squeeze to see the infamous Crimson Lady. Like an museum exhibit.

"Aye, Lass, The real Crimson Lady, they brought her in a few days ago."

"She doesn't look so tough."

"Move closer." The Captain whispered, her hair hung in front of her face, yet still a wicked grin shined through as she sat on the small dingy bed against the wall, facing the bars.

The women and watchmen laughed nervously.

"S-She can't get out, Can she?"

"N-no, Of course not, she is chained at her ankles."

That gave the woman a little more courage and she stepped forward, her hands wrapped around the bars.

She leaned closer.

Before she knew what happened the Crimson Lady darted forward, stopping just short of the bars, shocking the woman to the ground.

The Captian laughed a wicked laugh as the woman scurried to her feet.

"Careful, I bite." She said as the watchmen pulled the woman back, and ushered her toward the exit.

"Fools," she said and took her seat back on the bed.

This would be her home for the rest of her life.

Why couldn't they just kill her? That's what she wanted.

She knew this was Davos' doing, He was convinced he could save her. He had his chance whe she was a child. Now that ship has sailed...and sunked...

She closed her eyes and awaited for Davos's daily visits. She hadn't spoken to him since her captured. Maybe today, she'd finally speak her mind...maybe.


"I want to stay with you..."

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"Honor is it? I'm a fat old, man Amelia. And my brother here is an ugly, stone faced gargoyle. Why if it wasn't for my nephew what with that chiseled jaw of his and all them muscles to improve the scenery for you I'd fear we'd insult you."

Robert said, his deep voice rolling through the hall and echoing off the high walls. Orys couldn't help but allow a smile to touch his lips as his father shook his head with a sigh. Robert only chuckled the deep hearty chuckle of his as he got to his feet and descended the throne. Ever since Amelia's visit she'd always held a special place in the kings heart. She saved him once though she probably didn't know it. Her arrival was fortuitous for the King as much as it was for her.

Eddard Stark was Warden of the South and Robert's closest boyhood friend. At the time he was Robert's Hand but years of infighting with the queen had left him tired and frustrated. He felt, and not unjustly, that the Queen was corrupting the small council as well as several other royal offices with her influence either through bribery or intimidation. The honorable Eddard Stark tried as he might to fight back the tide of royal misconduct but to no avail. While noble and good intentioned Ned Stark could not play the game. Too honor bound to lie, to noble to cheat, Cersei danced around him for this was her game not his. When Stark could take more more he resigned his post and returned to Winterfell leaving Robert without a hand and without a friend.

Robert turned to drink to cope. Strong ales and wines coupled with a different whore or two every night he was fast descending down a self destructive road that many feared ended darkly. That was until the silver queen arrived with her noble cause and her war to wage. She reminded Robert of the blood they shared through their ancient ancestors of Aegon and his half brother Durren before telling him of her plight. Robert jumped at the opportunity to aid her. His country became enamored with this beautiful, young exiled queen and her tale of woe and of courage. Robert's banners flocked to him from all over the realm, including Eddard Stark of Winterfell. Robert had everything he'd ever wanted. He had a war to fight, a noble cause to fight it for, his best friend back at his side, his brothers along with him, his beloved nephew, no wife to hound him and a beautiful woman to marshal his war horns to.

"Come here."

He said as a father or brother or even uncle would say to daughter or sister or niece. He embraced her warmly with his big, burly arms. The tiny woman nearly vanished within the grasp of the large, rotund king. He stepped back with a smile before turning to the ever present Ser Jorah Mormont.

"Mormont, you old bear, you're not dead yet?"

He asked in greeting with a friendly smile as he shook the knights hand heartily. Turning back to Amelia he took a moment to drink in her beauty.

"God's be good girl, you'd make The Maiden herself jealous such a beauty you are. You must have those high born lads in the North Pacific clawing their eyes out for you."

Ever the prideful uncle Robert flashed a mischievous smirk before turning to look up at his nephew who was still standing to the left of the iron throne.

"Isn't she a beauty Orys?"

Orys smiled knowingly and nodded. He was no fool. His uncle would no doubt die of happiness should he and the queen wed. Like all young men however the prospect of being pressured into marriage abhorred him, no matter how beautiful his prospective bride was.

"As lovely as ever, Your Grace"

Came Orys' reply, his voice so alike Roberts' as it rolled out and filled the hall.

While King's greeted Queens in the throne room a former smuggler paid a visit to a former pirate. Ser Davos Seaworth took a seat on the floor before the iron bars to Robyn Sheva's cell. She looked almost like a caged animal, crazed and hungry. His heart broke for her but he could do no better for her. This was the greatest salvation he had been able to win for her. He had spoken to Lord Stannis upon his return from the trap he'd sprung on the pirates' ship a few years ago. He had been ordered to deal with whatever pirate vessel had been attacking merchants ships heading to or from King's Landing. To his dismay after the setting and springing a rather ingenious trap for the sea raiders he discovered the captain of the vessel had been an old and dear friend of his from his days in Flea Bottom. To spare her life he'd appealed to Stannis and convinced him that alive the infamous Crimson Lady would serve as a better warning to other pirates than a corpse that would rot away and be forgotten. Yet looking at her now Davos was unsure of whether or not he'd done her a kindness at all.

"How you keeping, Lass?"

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"How you keeping, Lass."

Robyn looked through her hair at the sight of Davos before her.

"Same as you left me." She said darkly, the sentence laced with a double meaning.

"Rotting away in a dark cage." She said bitterly.


"Why do come down here everyday?" She asked after a long uncomfortable silence.

His nonchalance was getting to her, no matter how much she barked, no matter how much she snarled, or growled, or even said not a word at all , he still came, like clockwork.
She wanted a reaction, if she managed to anger him, maybe then he'd let her die, but this...patience, it was too much.

"I am lost cause, haven't you anything better to do then to waste your time down here, in the stench that is the Black Cells?" She said, her voice slowly rising in volume.

She felt pressure behind her eyes. "Why? Why bother? Why bother with the likes of me?" She said trembling.

"What do you want?"

Her hands dug into her lap.

"Damn you! She screamed, shooting to her feet. "I can't take this anymore, your nonchalance, , your patience, your sympathy, I don't understand it, I don't want it. So why bother?!"

"Why do you have to go?" "Can I come with you?"

"Where was this then?! Why I needed it, when I needed you, Why try to save me now?!" She moved forward toward the bars, all of her emotion seemed to burst out of her at once. Years of being captive in this place, his constant visits, all of this seemed to come of her.

And he'd be the only person to witness the Crimson Lady react with such emotion.

She stopped, blinking back tears. No, she couldn't let him do this to her, she couldn't allow him to revive that little lost girl who would dream of sailing away with him night after night, the fool that believed he would come find her after she was taken. She buried that child, she was sure of it, yet as she looked at the man she once loved, who was once her everything, the child was resurfacing. She couldn't let that happened.

The Crimson Lady sat back down, took a breath and closed her eyes. Swallowing the bubble of emotions that had risen from within her.

She wouldn't give him the satisfaction...

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In the dungeon below the Red Keep, while his lord met with his kingly brother and other royal guests Ser Davos Seaworth stared into the pit that was one of the Black Cells. Locked there within was a child, an orphan girl, sweet and lovely with dark skin and dark hair who was never far from a crooked smile. When Davos Seaworth was still Davos of Flea Bottom this little girl was one of the countless orphans the cities slums spewed out but one that made her home near the docks for her love of the sea. Davos had stumbled on the girl one night as she was rifling through fish guts for scraps of food. Davos fed her that night and gave her his own cloak to keep her warm. From that day fourth whenever he'd see that little orphan girl who lived on the docks he'd give her a bit of food or sit with her and talk of the places he'd sailed to. She loved those sailors tales he told.

Looking into the black cell now the woman looking back served as another kind of prison yet this one of her own making. Whatever happened to her, whatever horrors she'd seen or went through she had boarded herself up and locked away that sweet little girl. In her place was a woman full of rage and consumed by hatred. Yet Davos could still see that little orphan girl who would chase his ship and hang on every word of his sailors tales. As she shouted at him with barely restrained emotion a spark of understanding struck him in something she'd said.

"Where was this then?! When I needed it, when I needed you, Why try to save me now?!"

He knew what she meant. She'd only ever asked him to take her with him once. Once in the years he'd known her and it was the only time he couldn't possibly oblige her. For that was the night everything changed for Davos the Smuggler.

"Is that it girl?... Is that... Oh sweet girl... I'm so sorry. I'm so, so very sorry."

Davos said, his words thick with shame and sorrow as he hung his head.

"That night, I couldn't take you. You were too young to understand then. Now, I spose, for all the good it'll do I can tell you where I went."

Davos took a breath and rose his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes, filled with hatred and sadness, his with caring and love.

"It was during the war, when the Serpent Lord rose up against the crown. Wars are not as good for smugglers as you might think. Every harbor fills with guards and inspectors. The seas fill with blockades and pirates paid by each side to prey on the other. Though at the time while I had little care for the squabbles of the high born, I grew up in King's Landing same as you. I knew the power it wielded and figured this Argilac Krios would end the same as any other rebel lord. It was the time between the end I feared, an easy time for a man to lose his head were he not careful. It was while I was in a tavern one night I heard of the siege. Rebel forces had marched on King Robert's boyhood home of Storm's End and I spied a lengthening of the rebellion. The castle was garrisoned by Robert's younger brother Stannis and a small guard and would not hold out for long. When it fell Robert would be homeless and his support would bleed away, this I knew from experience."

Davos paused, not being able to help his mind flashing to that time of war and suffering. He remembered the fear in the air and the uncertainty war brought.

"Months later, Stannis was still holding the castle... nobody cared. On voyages I had seen what famine does and I thought of all those men in Storm's End who would die unmourned and forgotten, no better than Flea Bottom orphans. I told my wife, and myself, that I'd get a high price for the onions and salt beef. In truth I knew I'd be captured by the rebel galleys or drowned but I was too stubborn."

Davos locked his eyes with hers as his tale reached her entrance. She knew the part well and Davos could see the recollection in her eyes.

"That was when, under cover of dark while I readied my tiny boat with the black sail that you came to me. You begged me to take you with me and to my shame I turned you away but not for lack of caring girl, never that. I knew where I was headed and doubted I should return. I wouldn't doom you for my foolishness, so I sent you away. I'm sorry I hurt you Robyn, I am. I don't ask you forgive me, I just wanted you to understand."

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Robyn watched him for a long time before speaking. A part of her understood, a bigger part, didn't care.

"So while you were off playing hero, I was being shoved off to a brothel? After stealing a peach from a slave trader because I had no way else to find food." She said and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You asked me once, if it was fame I sought, when taking the title of the Crimson Lady. If I was seeking recognition?" She sighed, closing her eyes. "The answer is no. That name came from my slitting the throat of my kidnapping, whilst he took my body for himself in order to get free. I was drenched in his body merely because he was on top of me when I did it." She said and turned her head.

"Regardless of what you thought, you left me to rot in Flea Bottom, and to save people that could have saved themselves and to help a King who wouldn't have done the same for you." She said darkly. "Look what they did to you, to repay you for assistance, that is what you get, missing fingers and dirty looks. I saw the way they look at you, like you are no better then I. That is who you left me for? Them? It's insulting, to me and to you." She said. "And the worse of it is that you don't even see it." She said with a humorless laugh. "You never answered my question; Why now? Why are you so bent on keeping me alive now? You were so busy with your 'knights' did you ever even bother to look for me? Did you ever come back for me?" She spoke those questions rhetorically but it was always a question she wanted an answer to.

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Below the Red Keep, in a black pit of despair known as The Black Cells Davos Seaworth spoke with a ghost. His heart ached at her accusatory words and the betrayal in her eyes. She'd relied on him and he'd let her down. She wasn't the first, and no doubt she wouldn't be the last. She may have thought he was off playing hero but that was never the truth of it. He was no hero. He wasn't made out of the stuff of heroes. He was just a smuggler who showed a bit of kindness to the right man and that man rose him up well beyond heights he could have ever imagined, giving his wife and his children a future he never could. Sitting there, in the darkness of the Black Cells with naught but torch light to see by she looked almost like a wrathful spirit in the shadow.

Davos bowed his head with a shame filled sigh. She felt betrayed, and rightly so. When Stannis had risen him up he saw only the benefit for his family. He'd never thought of what he'd be leaving behind, or who.

"I'm sorry lass, truly I am. What you thought of me, I wasn't.... I'm no hero. Just a man, same as any other."

Davos rose from his seated position, mercifully the dim light hid the wetness in his eyes from the girl behind the bars. He turned to leave and paused, remembering what was in his pocket. Reaching into the folds of his cloak he unclasped the small satchel he wore at his hip and dug out a single peach. Perfectly ripe and soft as velvet, she'd always liked peaches. Without a word he turned back to her and set the peach atop an empty plate her jailers would slop her meals on. Without looking at her again he was gone, him and his torchlight vanished into the darkness.

While Ser Davos left his ghosts in shame an old man struggled about a rookery with a young serving boy held a bucket of meat bits and watched his every move. The man was ancient, with old creaky bones and skin that was wrinkled up and sagging. His beard was snow white and hung low on his face coming almost to his chest. His hair thinning and near non existent. He wore long dark grey robes that swept the floor with every movement. Around his neck hung a heavy chain of different forged links. Each one made of a different metal, each one for a different school of study.

"Grand Maester Pycelle?..."

The boy asked as a bird flew in the window and landed with a predatory gaze. The ravens used by the maester grew uneasy at the new arrival for this was no raven nor pigeon but a falcon. Pycelle turned to inspect the bird carefully who stood proudly and moved little as the Grand Maester undid the leather binding around one of his talons and freed the letter held there within. Before reading the letter the wizened old maester knew that the words held within came from no local lord or castle. No one in the South Pacific used a falcon to carry letters. They had used ravens for centuries due in large part to the birds intelligence. A single raven could be trained to go to a number of different castles, keeps and hold fasts while your common pigeon or other bird generally could only be trained to fly to a single destination and back. Though Pycelle knew well the value of using a strong bird of prey like a falcon for important correspondence. A falcon was much less likely to befall some ill fate in flight given their predatory nature.

Unraveling the tightly rolled letter the Grand Maester's eyes swept across the tiny paper with practiced efficiency. The young serving boy, lack of the ability to read, could only guess at what secrets were held on the parchment. When he was finished Pycelle slid the correspondence in one of his sleeves with such ease one were to think he made it vanish into thin air.

"I will bring this to the king, finish feeding the ravens will you?"

Pycelle as said, his voice sounded tired and frail. With that he padded his slippered feet out into the hall to search out King Robert Baratheon.

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"I'm sorry lass, I truely am. What you thought of me,I wasn't...I am no hero. Just a man, same as any other."

Robyn didn't look at him. Her eyes closed tight to keep the tears she'd thought dried up from falling.

Of course he didn't look for her, why would he, she was forgotten, no one cared for her, no one loved her.


When she heard shuffling, it was then she finally opened her eyes, only to catch the all too familiar sight of his back fading away, an image that haunted her, it was like a twist of the knife she felt he'd put in her heart.

"I want to come with you...."

"Fool..." She spat, cursing her emotions, her fingers gripping the bed out of frustration. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to want to kill him like she had done to everyone that had wronged her but she couldn't.

She sat forward, her elbows resting her her thighs, running her fingers through her hair, it was then she caught sight of it. A lone peach. Robyn's breath caught as she stood up slowly. She approached the fruit as if it were dangerous. Her ankle shackles chimed softly as she reached down hesitantly.

Her fingers wrapped around the fruit softly and as her thumb brushed against it's soft fur, tears slid down her cheeks.

There she stood, The Crimson Lady, crying at the mere sight of a peach, yet at this same time, it wasn't the Crimson Lady. There stood Robyn Sheva, the orphan from Flea Bottom.

She wanted to hate him but she couldn't. All this time, she still cared for him and as she gazed down at the soft fruit, she knew he still cared for her.

Robyn then crawled back in bed, and softly cried herself to sleep, clutching the peach to her chest.

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It was a long and exhausting trip from the Arctic Lands. King Deacon led a group of some of his finest man, along with Leon, the general of Fuaria's army, and Syrus, the head of Deacon's secret battalion. Syrus's squad held everyone from assassin's to spy's. Leon and Deacon had been close since they were children, Leon was of noble birth and his family was very close to the Lesseth family, so naturally they are close friends. It was quite a change of scenery from the Arctic lands to the south pacific kingdom. The snow slowly turned to grass, and the temperature was slowly rising. Its been quite some time since the Fuarian's traveled this far south, since they are usually restrained to the Arctic Lands. King Deacon saw the tourney summons as an opportunity, he had elaborate plans for every nation on the map, he just needed the opening to execute. Besides Deacon, Leon and Syrus were the only two that knew of true intentions of the Lesseth King.

After the long and tiresome journey King's Landing was finally in sight. Deacon and his company have not stopped for a minute throughout the entire journey, so naturally King's Landing was a welcome sight.

"Would you look at this southern shit hole..." Deacon finally spoke up. "King Robert better have something entertaining for us to watch."

Deacon, Syrus, and Leon were leading the group of man, the Fuarian soldiers and some of the Secret battalion followed a few steps behind so it would be impossible to hear any conversation the three were having.

"Ah, it will be worth it my lord. I have received reports that the Crimson lady may be easier to get to than previously thought." Syrus replied.

Deacon's face was unchanged. He simply nodded his head. "Syrus, your first priority is to talk to the pirate."

"As expected my lord." Syrus had a grin on his face. The group continued their way towards the front gate, with the Fuarian's banners raised up high. There were still many people making their way into the city, but they all seemed to move out of the way for the Fuarian King. The Fuarian's never had the best reputation, they were known as brutal killers and sometimes even barbarian, but years of peace seemed to calm those rumors a bit. Deacon and his group approached the front gate and were let right in. "Its courtesy to meet the King my lord." Leon suddenly said. "I'm well aware. Send a rider to inform King Robert of my Arrival." Leon nodded in reply and sent one of the Fuarian squires to run to the palace.

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It didn't take long for King Roberts summons. Deacon and his men were led to the castle, were Deacon instructed everyone besides Leon and Syrus to stay outside. Deacon and Leon would go see the king, and Syrus would go down to the Black Cells to begin the first step in their plan. Deacon and Leon were led into the heavily armed throne room. It was obvious the southerners expected little manners and civility from the Fuarian's. The Fuarian's were not seen in this part of the world for centuries, and the image of them have just gotten worse over the years. The first time since they left Fuaria King Deacon had a smile on his face, it was crucial that Deacon showed a sign of friendship. Deacon and Leon approached the king and both bowed. "Your Grace." Deacon smiled at King Robert. "Firstly I must apologize. When I heard of your tournament I seized the opportunity to come and talk to you personally. Fuarian's have stayed far from the south for centuries, but I assure you we are not as barbaric as we may seem. We come as friends not enemies." Deacon glanced at the heavily armed man around the throne room.

"As a sign of my friendship I have a gift for you, your race." Deacon nodded at Leon and Leon nodded in return. Leon reached into his satchel and pulled out a golden goblet wrapped in cloth. "This your Grace, is an ancient Fuarian goblet, for you to use as you see fit." Deacon smiled a somewhat sinister smile as Leon approached King Robert and bowed. "And again my utmost apologies for coming uninvited, but I do believe we both have a lot to benefit from a mutual friendship." Deacon didn't want to sound misleading, he wouldn't make alliances that he could somehow break, but in his mind the fate of this Southern Kingdom remained undecided.




Syrus knew the way around the castle, his spies gave most accurate reports. He made his way down to the Black Cells, telling the guards he is on important business from the King of Fuaria who is currently meeting with the king. Syrus made his way down the hall and approached the cell of the Crimson Lady. Somehow, locked in a cage like an animal she didn't seem as frightening as the stories tell, but Syrus knew otherwise. Before being captured she herself took over Fuarian merchant ships it seemed unlikely that a cage can hold her for long. "Captain Sheva." Syrus said to capture her attention. "My name is Syrus Feraldi, an adviser to King Deacon of Fuaria, and Commander of his secret battalion." Syrus didn't talk a lot, but he was smart and scary in his own way. He wasn't called the Shadow for nothing. His Shadow Crawlers, could appear from nowhere, if King Deacon wanted someone dead, that person would surely die by the hands of the Shadow. In Fuaria he was the second most feared person after King Deacon himself. "This may sound odd my dear, but I am here to help you. Fuaria comes to you as an ally with a certain offer we have to give. Firstly, you must know that whether you choose to take or deny King Deacons offer, we are willing to help you escape in any way possible. Along with completely erasing the Fuarian bounty on your head."

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Sitting up on her small dingy bed, a leg crossed over the other, The Crimson Lady sat staring at the peach. She didn't know whether or not she should eat it. It meant too much...

As she gazed down at the fruit, a memory crossed her mind.

"You aren't going to hurt me, are you, Ser?" asked a young, half frozen Robyn, a grey cloak drapped over her tiny shoulders and an old man, soaking in the rain kneeled down at her. "I'm not going to hurt you, lass and I am no Ser. Same as any other."


Robyn blinked back to the present. He always believed himself a normal man but he was never that, not to her. She knew what men were capable of, no he was not a man, same ans any other....He was much more.


"Captian Sheva."A voice called out. She turned her head slowly, a blank uncaring expression on her tear streaked face. "My name is Syrus Feraldi, an adviser to King Deacon of Fuaria and Commander of his secret battalion." Robyn arched an eyebrow. "And I am to care because...?" Her voice trailing off.

"This may sound odd my dear, but I am here to help you. Fuaria comes to you as an ally with a certain offer we have to give. Firstly, you must know that whether you choose to take or deny King Deacon's offer, we are willing to help you escape in any way possible. Along with completely erasing the Fuarian bounty on your head."

The Crimson Lady snorted a laugh. "I can escape this place without your assistance." She said plainly, her eyes falling on the uneaten peach. She knew why she hadn't escaped yet, no one kept the Crimson Lady for too long, this was the longest she had been in captivity, but she was waiting for Davos to answer her question, she supposed he had now. She had one more question for him and then she was gone.


She looked at Syrus, " and you should realize by now, I have bounties on my head in atleast 70 different countries, nations and or city-states. I tend not to take them seriously." She said with a wicked smirk as she rose from her bed, walked over to he bars and hung her arms between them. "So unless your King has some other incentive, you best be on your way..." She said, he4 hands hanging outside of the cell, close enough that if she wanted to she could do some serious damage to the man.

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"Well, Robert was the same as always," Cyrus commented with an ironic grin on his old face as Moloch, himself, and Eirene acquainted themselves with their new quarters. The older king had been generous in giving Moloch and his party a whole wing to themselves. Even with the knights, pages, and guards that would be living in this wing of the palace with them, there would still be plenty of room.

"Is it me or has he gotten fatter?" Eirne asked. Cyrus only shrugged.

"We all have our vices. I have a feeling that he can still raise his hammer."

"Oh, there's no doubt about that. However, it is his skills off the battlefield that trouble me," Moloch mused. He stepped towards his suite's window, which allowed him a magnificient view of the city. King's Landing lacked the magnificient white stone and the ordliness of Drake City's buildings and streets, but it had a charm all its own, "Did you notice the gazes of the nobility as we walked in and Robert's manner? There are many plots within this city and a king who can no longer bring himself to care."

"Doubtless, Cersei has her fair share of plots," Eirene noted in distaste. Moloch hummed in agreement.

"Still, it makes things easier for us. Cyrus? Can you contact our mutual friend?"

"But of course, your majesty. We cannot have you palling around with that sort where someone might see you," the old magi commented dryly as he left the room. Eirene raised an eyebrow.

"What are you planning, Moloch?"

"Our navy is small and the mercenaries we made use of in the last war are becoming arrogant. Who better to bring a pirate fleet in line than another pirate?"

***

When the average person thought of magic, they thought of thunderbolts, wind, and flame, but there were many other abilities a magician could master. Cyrus over the course of his many adventures had learned to walk unseen by human eyes. This, of course, did not stop him from being heard or smelled and even the most inept guard could notice a door opening by itself. Thus, Cyrus contented himself with following guards until he found himself in the dungeons. He was rather fortunate to find a man heading towards the same cell as himself. He smiled at the irony.

"Captian Sheva. My name is Syrus Feraldi, an adviser to King Deacon of Fuaria and Commander of his secret battalion.This may sound odd my dear, but I am here to help you. Fuaria comes to you as an ally with a certain offer we have to give. Firstly, you must know that whether you choose to take or deny King Deacon's offer, we are willing to help you escape in any way possible. Along with completely erasing the Fuarian bounty on your head."

The Crimson Lady snorted a laugh. "I can escape this place without your assistance."

" and you should realize by now, I have bounties on my head in atleast 70 different countries, nations and or city-states. I tend not to take them seriously."

"Oh, good. A bidding war. I haven't been in once since arriving at this city of Robert Baratheon's," Cyrus announced brightly, appearing beside the man who had spoken, "I happen to be named Cyrus myself and my lord can offer far more than King Deacon is able to. Besides the gold, there is your pick of a ship, a fleet of like-minded individuals such as yourself, and a port which would allow you to sell your ill-gotten goods provided that you remain... Discreet. After all, its generally bad business for both the pirate and her patron for the enemy to find out where said port is."

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After a rather heated discussion with his Captain of the Guard regarding the untrustworthiness of pirates, Moloch had decided he could use a walk. Thus, he made his way through the castle and out onto the tourney grounds. As luck would have it, he spotted his old friend, Orys, and made his way to his tent, a couple of his guards following him. Sure enough, Orys' own guards stopped him at the entrance. Moloch smiled slightly.

"Is Prince Orys availabe or is he frequenting a paramour that I should know about," Moloch asked, making sure his voice carried into the tent so his friend could hear.

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"Oh, good a bidding war.I haven't been in one since arriving at this city of Robert Baratheon's. Said a man appearing beside Syrus. Robyn sighed impatiently.
"And who might you be?" She asked somewhat exasperated. Most men wouldn't even look in her direction let alone seek audience with her. She was really beginning to hate this prison.

"I happened to be named Cryus myself, and my lord can offer far more than King Deacpn is able to, Besides the gold, there is your pick of a ship, a fleet of like-minded individuals such as yourself and a port of which would allow you to sell your ill-gotten goods provided that you remain....Discreet. After all, its generally bad business for both the pirate and her patron for the enemy to find out where the port is."

Robyn shook her head.

"You have got to be kidding me." She said with a humorless laugh. "I have not been this popular since my days in the brothel." She said and looked up at both men. "My days at the brothel also taught me that men are only offer gifts when they want something. You two seem to want something similar, ironically." She said and sighed.

"Now, what, Dare I ask, is it that you two want in return."

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Syrus and Deacon had a plan, all along they had a plan. They had never planned to come to this prison announcing their plans, there are always ears in the shadows, Syrus knew that much. He also knew who this man was, since the initiation of the Shadow Crawlers, Syrus had sent out dozens of spies to every country on the globe. Many people of interest were now under his radar. This 'Cyrus' was surly one of them. Syrus chuckled to himself. "Bidding war? I am afraid I am not here to buy a free woman, or threaten her for that matter. What you offer, lord Cyrus, is merely a speckle of dust of what King Deacon has in store. But perhaps the captain is right, Your king and mine may have similar interests. I will speak to King Deacon." It was likely that both Kings shared common goals, and an alliance to King Deacon's benefit will be more than welcome. The Fuarian's aren't ones to break promises. Syrus and Leon knew what their master desired, and they were both trusted enough to make smart decisions. "My business here is concluded" Syrus smiled and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a sealed envelope with a Fuarian seal. "What I want in return, Captain Sheva, is your friendship." Syrus smiled and handed Sheva the note through the bars. "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance Cyrus. I am most certain we will be seeing each other again." With that Syrus bowed and walked towards the stairs. He stopped and turned his head slightly. "As for the bounty you have in other countries is concerned, I am sure none of that will matter. After all, even kings and queens are sensible people." Syrus gave another sinister smile and made his way out the door.

the note:
"Captain Sheva, you must excuse the privacy of this matter. The shadow's lurk with wondering eyes and ears. It is likely that our conversation has gotten your attention, if here are direction's on how to find me and conclude the conversation in a more suitable manner. There are many secrets that King Deacon and I are more than willing to share with you. I will be awaiting at the inn well after midnight. On the off chance you are not interested, It was a pleasure meeting the Crimson Lady.

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Cyrus smiled slightly at the man's words. He waited for him to finish his speech and, eying the note he gave her. He would have to tell Moloch about that. If she pretended to work for them, but double-crossed them.... Well, things could be rather troublesome. As he left, he looked at Robyn and chuckled at her words.

"That remains to be seen, Mr. Syrus, that remains to be seen."
Robyn said and looked over at Cryus of Drake. "So, What of you. He made quite the speech, your odds are looking quite slim..."

"If you were not interested in my offer, we wouldn't be speaking. Now, what could the Fuarians offer you? Their treasury, you will find, is quite small in comparison to other, richer countries. The Arctic Lands can support them, but there isn't much of a surplus for paying mercenaries. They haven't warred with their neighbors in years, though, judging from their interest in you, this will change soon. Most likely, they will pay you in whatever plunder you can find, but where will you sell those valuables? King Moloch is more than capable of paying you handsomely for your services and has a port where you can do business undisturbed. He also offers you a ship as a token of his generosity.

As for the job, it's quite simple. Have you heard of the Sea Vultures? They served the Drake Kingdom well in the previous war and were well paid for your services, but their leader is demanding more than he deserves. Here is our offer: Duel the pirate, take control of his fleet, and work as a privateer for the Drake Kingdom. In return, you will receive a stipend, a ship of your choice from our navy, a safe port to trade in, and 70% of the plunder from your raids."

Cyrus paused for almost a minute, letting this sink in before continuing, "Of course, you are not the only pirate that sails these seas. If you reject this offer, we will find someone else."

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"If you were not interested on my offer, we wouldn't be speaking. Now, what could the Fuarians offer you? Their treasury, you will find, is quite small in comparison to other, richer countries. The Arctic Lands can support them, but there isn't much of a surplus for paying mercenaries. They haven't warred with their neighbors in years, though judging from their interest in you this will change soon."

Robyn laughed at that. She figured that much already, she was amused by the 'My lands, richer then their land' stunt thry both were pulling, it was like childern fighting over which of them had the bigger slice of cake. Childish.

"Most likely, they will pay you in whatever plunder you can find, but where will you sell those valuables? King Moloch is more then capable of paying you handsomely for you services and has a port where you can do business undisturbed. He also offers you a ship as a token of his generosity.
As for the job, it's quite simple. Have you heard of the Sea Vultures? They served the Drake Kingdom well in the previous war and were well paid for your services, but their leader is demanding more than he deserves. Here is our offer: Duel the pirate, take control of his fleet, and work as a privateer for the Drake Kingdom. In return, you will receive a stipend, a ship of your choice from our navy, a safe port to trade in, and 70% of the plunder from your raids."


Robyn leaned lazily against the bars, her arms hanging on the outside, peach still in hand. She took a bit out of it, she felt herself wanted to close her eyes and relish in it's sweetness, in it's nostalgia but she didn't. She simply licked her lips, appearing as if she didn't give a good damn, which was partly true. It was an interesting offer, to kill a man but it seemed all too easy, she could do that on her own time, and she has, just for the hell of it.

The port was a nice touch though, she had to admit, but she never did it for the money. With the way she looked, she could easily open her own brothel. No, it was something deeper then that, it was something darker...to this day she was never entirely sure what is was. It didn't matter now, she was good at it.

They wanted something
The privateer bit wasn't lost on her either, that part didn't sit well. That was the catch.

As she poundered over this, Cyrus spoke again.

"Of course, you are not the only pirate that sails these seas. If you reject this offer, we will find someone else."

Robyn brow shot to her forehead and she laughed, like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.

"Oh that's rich."she said, shaking her head downward as she laughed.

" Do you honestly think I believe that? " She said, catching her breath, " By the Gods, Do you honestly believe that?" She said, and then suddenly she stopped, her face went dead and she grabbed Cryus by the collar, vioently and yanked him toward her, pulling him up against the bars, her lips centimeters from his face.

"Listen you pretentious peice of shit, Of course, I am not the only damned pirate who sails these seas but there is no one quite like me, is there? Your King, requested me specifically, that is why he was so willing to risk possible tension between Drake and the South Pacific,by releasing another King's prisoner, surely King Robert the Old knows nothing of this little proposistion, no and why is that? Because he needs me, my skill set. If he wanted some run of the mill pirate he would have got one." She said and released the man, and stepped away from the bars.

"I know of the Sea Vultures. A foolish name really, but that is a foolish man so it fits. That is what you get for hiring privateers....and speaking of foolish men, tell your King, since you are such a raging idiot, and are too damn foolish to have the proper answers to any questions I have, He can come and see me himself, or he can take offer, shove it up his royal arse, turn left and then go straight to hell." She said plainly, and took another bite of her peach.

"Well, Go on." She said, and shooed him with a flick of fingers as if speaking to a stray dog. "I've got things to do..."

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Robyn hardly slept that night, She'd finished the peach and spent most of the night staring at the pit.

Squeezing it in her palm she sighed. She hadn't completedly decided on which offer she was going to choose, The Fuarian's seemed much too kind, and the Drake's, They wanted too much.

She may end up just cutting her loses and just leaving.

She opened her palm.


"I want to go with you..."

Then there was that; Davos.

The child in her, the one that still pinned for his attention, she didn't let her leave without seeing him one more time.

The one person, despite how she felt, she couldn't just leave. Not without saying goodbye....

She placed the peach pit on the ground and piled dirt over top of it after hearing the commotion of the tourney.

It was time, she couldn't wait anymore.

She'll find him...before she disappears.


She lay back against her bed, unbuttoning her top just enough to show the bronze skin underneath but nothing more intimate.

Just then a young guard walked passed.

Robyn began breathing heavily, slowly rising a leg, her fingers trailing across her chest.

"Aye, What's on with you then?" asked the guard.

Robyn managed to hid her grin. There were only a few guards on duty due to the tourney. Most of them were young as the senior guards were protecting the royals.

Got him...

"I feel weak, it is so hot..."

Robyn said panting. The Guard frowned, and looked her over. She watched his eyes linger on her legs and then become tempted by the bare skin on her chest.

"Water..." She breathed. The Guard snapped back to reality and rushed to get her water.

Robyn rolled her eyes and as he came back she looked at him, her eyes pleading.

"Can you help me drink?" Her voice velvet smooth, and low.

He knelled down, slipped his arm under her and raised her to meet the cup to her lips. She slowly sipped the water, 'mistakely' let a water drop drip from her lip and rolled down her chest and down into her shirt, his eyes followed and then shot up to her eyes. She looked at him, her eyes now tempting him to come closer. "B-better?" He asked, his eyes falling on to her lips before reaching her eyes again. "Much better, thank you." She said, leaning up on her own now, merely a breath away from the guard. "G-Goo-" Robyn captured his lips with hers, her tongue brushing across his lips. The poor guard didn't know what to do but kiss her back.

Soon the two were at each other, it didn't take long before Robyn had the guard on his back, her body hovering over him just so.

"My name is T-"

"Shhh," Robyn said, covering his mouth with a hand. "Don't speak." She said and lowered her lips to his, before trailing down his jaw to his neck and lingering there. The guard seemed to be enjoying himself as his eyes closed and didn't notice that while her hand was traveling downward it was going to where he may have hoped, instead it went down to the knife hostlered at his waist and before he had time to think, he felt the knife glide across his throat, releasing the familiar copper scent into the air.

The guard grabbed his throat, choking and gargling as Robyn sat and watched. "It's really too bad, you were quite the kisser." She said and proceeded to collect his clothes that had found its way to the floor.

She slipped on his clothes, Robyn was always was a tall women, so while the clothes were large, they didn't drag, She could go undetected quite easily, a skill she mastered as a child.

Once she finished, She had pinned up her hair, tucked it under the guards hat, found the peach pit and shoved it in her pocket.

She sighed, cracked her neck.

"I want to go with you..."

Robyn walked out, locking the cell door behind her, then simply strolled out of the Black Cells.

Now to find Davos...

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Moloch listened patiently as the King went on and on about his nephew. It seemed to him that his suspicions were being confirmed at this very moment. King Robert Baratheon had no trueborn children. All the children that he had had by Queen Cersei had been miscarried, contributing to the tension between the two. Orys, however, was healthy and a proven warrior and leader. His kinship with the king was beyond doubt. Orys was the obvious candidate to succeed Robert should he die, but Robert had not named him his heir. If he did not name him an heir before he died, it was likely that the Casterly's would attempt to take the throne through a document conveniently drafted by the king shortly before his death giving Cersei the crown matrimonial. This would give the queen and her future descendants the legal right to reign, not his kin, should she outlive him. He doubted Robert was aware of this, however.

"I do not know, Robert. There is no greater soldier in my service than Eirene and I gave her leave to compete if you recall," Moloch noted. Following Orys was Eirene, dressed in dark plate armor forged from fossilized dragonbone emblazoned with gold. Her helm matched her armor, a long gold dragon curving over the top. She did not draw as much acclaim as Orys Baratheon, but her gender and clear foreign nationality seemed to draw some interest.

"I would wager 100 dragons on her winning the tourney and 150 dragons on her winning the melee," Moloch offered with a slight smile, "Though, I have to warn you. She is still angry from a... Disagreement she and I had."

"Hmph. That's putting it mildly," Cyrus chuckled from his right. Moloch smiled slightly. Today had been interesting.

Cyrus undid the spell, allowing Moloch to appear from the shadows so that he could talk to the pirate. He looked thoughtful as he examined the pirate. She was beautiful, he noted, despite being trapped in this dungeon for so long, but she looked fierce, like a dragon ready to tear his heart out.

"It is not often that I grant the requests of one who acts so presumptiously. But I am intrigued. I had thought my offer was a generous one, but this is better. With both Cyrus and I here, we can create a magical contract between you and myself."

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Robyn stood at the docks of Flea Bottom, her hand clenched into a tight fist which held the peach pit.

This was were they first met.

Just to her left was where he found her, rummaging through chum, hoping for something edible.
"Come now, lass. you don't want to be eating that now. Have you bringing it all back up within the hour. Here..."
Robyn closed her eyes. She had every intention on leaving this place but being back here after so long, seeing Davos again. It brought back alot of memories.

Robyn found old tavern where she used to sleep, the old vent that kept her somewhat warm was still there, and still warm.

She smirked some and made her way inside and took in the familiar scent of rum and cooked meats.

No one gave her a passing glance as this was always a place for smugglers, small time pirates and other criminals. None of them expected the most notorious Flea Bottom criminal to walk in, She'd been incarcerated for well over 3 years.

She took a seat at the bar ordered a drink.

She looked down at the rum in the glass and sighed.

What to do?

"A Magical Contract...I don't deal in magic." Robyn said, unphased by the King suddenly appearing. He was attractive, there was no doubt in that. He was one of those men that she had hoped would visit her in the brothels, handsome, with a charming, smelled nice too, the,sort that didn't seem like the needed to be in a brothel, not like the soggy sailors the reeked of fish that she was forced to deal with.

As handsome as he is, she hated magic. It sucked the fun right out of everything. "You gotta give me something better? You want me to kill a man, become a privateer using magic, and for what? A ship I can easily acquire on my own, The dock of my own is a nice touch but not enough when magic is involved." She said. "I hate magic, there is too much give and take with it and as you know giving isn't exactly my strong suit." She said with narrowed eyes. "So tell me what this is really about, The Sea Vultures are an easy fix, a bullet to the brain will solve any problem they cause, but no, you want something more, so out with it, What is it that you really want, Moloch." She said, purposely breaking etiquette, just to get under his skin. It may or may not work but it amused her.

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"So tell me what this is really about, The Sea Vultures are an easy fix, a bullet to the brain will solve any problem they cause, but no, you want something more, so out with it, What is it that you really want, Moloch."

She was prejudiced against magic and didn't seem to trust him. Pity. This was going to be much more difficult than he thought.

"I want someone I can trust. There is a war coming and I don't much fancy my entire mercenary fleet turning against me at the worst possible moment. Such incidents have changed the courses of many wars in history and I don't desire to be on the receiving end. The contract works both ways, you know. We both will have to keep our word."

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Robyn mused over this. "A War," She said like she was excited about it. " Now, why didn't you say so, see if you would have said that earlier then I would have told you no much quicker." She said her expressiong dropping. "You think I wish to be involved with the meaningless squabbling of Royals? Hardly. Then, I'll be bound to you by whatever bloodmagic, you have me contracted in? I don't think so." She said and moved away from the cell bars, but stopped just short of her bed. "And I'll tell you this now, Handsome, you can never trust me...even with a magical contract..." She said quite matter of factly. "Whatever your word might be, isn't worth a damn to me, Magic or not. Trust is a myth and a waste of time." She said and took a seat on her bed, and lay back.

"Perhaps if you dropped the magical contract, I'll consider it. Given your honesty and any excuse to tear a place asunder is fine by me, but no magic. If not, you can move on to the next pirate...I honestly don't give a damn."


Robyn sighed, and scanned the room for the Syrus of Fuaria and his King. They had secrets they wanted to share too.

Never before had she been this easy to reach...it was annoying.