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Ari Hunt

A rebel informant

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a character in “Fractured Kingdoms”, as played by thenotsoinnocent

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A G E 25 | H E I G H T 6' | R O L E Rebel | H E X #57C0FF


ImageP E R S O N A L I T Y
Ari has always been a quiet young man. He speaks softly and doesn’t even raise his voice when angry. He is a calm person most would say. He is more known for being a gentleman and polite. He believes everyone should be treated equally and fairly. Additionally, he shows people respect. Ari has been called chivalrous as well because of his courteous and gallant nature. Ari is always one to lend a helping hand or show kindness. He is someone that is trustworthy. Ari has always believed in honoring the things you commit to and or say.

Although, Ari often wears a blank face to hide his emotions. He has done this since he lost his family. It was easier to bury the pain away than let it all out. Now he simply believes it is best to keep people at a distance, so he can’t get hurt. To not worry adults though he had learned to fake emotions. At this point in his life Ari could be an actor if he wished. Ari does come off as cold at times when he wants to keep people at a distance. He actually is a bit negative since he is always ready for the worst to happen. Despite his good traits, he isn’t a social butterfly and isn’t one to start random conversations with strangers.

H I S T O R Y
Ari was born as a twin and raised in Serein for the first twelve years of his life. He had a wonderful childhood. He got along with his sister and had happily married parents. Everything changed when he was around twelve years old though. Ivelda killed all the rulers of every kingdom. When it was obvious things were going to get chaotic, his parents decided they had to leave their beloved kingdom. Their journey to find a new home turned out badly though. Bandits came upon them and Ari was the only one to live. He only escaped as his twin scarified herself for him.

He hid terrified in the woods for days and only left his hiding spot as he was starving. Ari was out on the road late at night when Ellen Jacobson came upon him with her cart and horse. She was from Lostein and took him on as a hitchhiker. The only reason Ari trusted her was because she was old, a woman, and had a very friendly voice. He learned she had actually been visiting Serein until the chaos started. Ari ended up traveling all the way to Lostein with her and living with her. She taught him many things, including on how to run the bakery. What he remembered most about her was how she talked of the horrible things Ivelda had done. It was hard not to when that was why they met. Ellen was the only one besides Tempeste to know about his magical powers as well.

For six years he lived with her until she passed away when he was sixteen. Ari wasn’t surprised at the death as she was old when they met, and he took her to the local clinic often. He ran the bakery for some time before the local inn needed help in their stables. Ari offered his help and ended up working in the stables more than running the bakery. He worked at the inn’s local stables for two years. Ari stopped working there at the age of twenty. He had heard the royal stables were hiring. He applied for the position and was hired after some vetting.

He worked at the stables as just a stable boy for about a year until things slightly changed. Ari still ran the bakery part time, mainly taking orders and delivering them in his freetime. He was making a personal delivery one night when he came upon a conversation he shouldn’t have heard. He found out his friend, Tempeste, was a rebel. He has known Tempest since his life in Serein. He met her again in Lostein as Ellen visited the local clinic often. The two recognized each other from their childhood and ended up being friends. Now that he knew she was a rebel, he confronted her about what he heard the next day. He didn't try to get her to stop being a rebel. Ari actually ended up joining the cause. Ari had no love for Ivelda and couldn’t let his friend face the danger of being one alone. At twenty one he became an informant for the rebels.



So begins...

Ari Hunt's Story

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We could hide away in daylight
We go undercover, wait out the sun
Got a secret side in plain sight
We could be heroes
- Alesso, Tove Lo

Tempeste took a deep breath in, standing in front of the medical ward. Although she had been employed under Prince Stephen err… Asher as he was now named, for quite some time, there was still a hint of nervousness lingering whenever she stepped in Ivelda’s territory. There was always the risk that they would be discovered and that risk didn’t get any slimmer by the day. It was no exaggeration to say that the Evil Enchantress had taken over their world and changed everything.

Before a lump could form in her throat, the white-haired girl felt someone tugging her sleeve. She turned to find it was a child no older than 5, of one of their patients. Tempeste’s eyes widened before softening. “Let’s go in, shall we?” She said with a smile. One hand holding the child’s hand, the other hand opening the door, her courage had returned. This is why we’re rebels. she thought to herself, but not forgetting that Ari could overhear it.

Meanwhile, Ari watched with amusement when he saw the other stable hands scatter simply as Tyann’s attention was no longer on the beast. He kept his facial expression blank, resisting the urge to smile. Ari didn’t fear Tyann though and wouldn’t have scattered like the others. He knew some were unsettled because Tyann always wore a mask. It didn’t bother Ari though, but this is as he wore a mask himself in a sense. Ari had planned to go to Tyann for his next set of duties.

Although, he could not now as Tyann was speaking with Korgan. Both of these men were princes and did not know it. Unfortunately, Ari wasn’t close enough to listen to the conversation. He had just left the stables to find Tyann, which is why he had not been with the other stable hands. Ari stayed at the entrance of the stables. He debated if he should try to listen in on Tyann’s conversation. He didn’t get to think more on it as Tempeste’s thoughts invaded his mind.

Why are we rebels now? he thought back. He found it interesting how he became accustomed to hearing her thoughts. Four years ago, it had been odd and annoying if he was honest. Ari never admitted it as he decided to just deal with the new connection he had with his old friend. It was to keep them safe. Nevertheless, it didn’t take him long to become accustomed to sharing thoughts. He even found some of their telepathic conversations helpful.

Tempeste’s entrance into the medical ward was a little wonky despite her renewed vigor due to the fact she was holding a small child’s hand and their height differences made her lean a little to the left and lower down, prioritizing the kid’s comfort over her own as they walked forward. Because the cutest kid tugged me. She reminded me we’re rebels for the hope of the future generation, children like them.. she replied back to Ari with bright shimmering eyes. She always had a soft spot for children as she led the way.

The medical staff bombarded her with an assortment of questions and requests right away but Tempeste would just smile, nod, and agree to discuss the details with each of them later. Asher was in today so she wasn’t too worried or rushing, believing he could handle things well enough on his own. She reunited the child with her sleeping father. “Stay here, okay? He’ll wake up and take you home in no time.” she reassured, patting the child’s hand before releasing to get to work.

I am certain I am a rebel because I overheard an interesting conversation you were having one night.

Tempeste delegated a nurse to watch over the child and ensure the two left by tea break. The father was in healthy condition and just resting after being cured of a poison he drank in order to avoid conscription into Ivelda’s forces. He wanted to be a father and look after his child, not be sent away on evil errands. She couldn’t blame him and so, she did her best to help him recover and hopefully, to slip out later.

Asher seemed to be busy with his own matters anyhow as she observed him with a guardsman who had a dislocated shoulder. She had a gentler approach in handling the patients most likely as a result of her upbringing with the Saints but the royal healer knew what he was doing. The man began swearing but Asher ignored it. It was just like him. Returning to her telepathic conversation with Ari, Well yes but, wait. Are you saying you’re a rebel because you found me cute? she thought, wondering if she understood correctly or was reading between the lines too much.

It means I had to join to make sure you didn’t get yourself killed. I think Ellen would haunt me if any harm came to you as well. Also, Ivedla is an awful person who shouldn't be ruling any kingdoms. Ari watched as the drake Tyann presented to Korgan changed.

Tempeste was a little sad as both Ellen and Ivelda’s names popped up but shook those thoughts away before they could form. Oh haha, right. I was just teasing. Of course, Ari doesn't think I am cute. Tempeste started to feel a little embarrassed. She couldn’t help thinking. She was always thinking! If she wasn’t at work at that moment, she would have buried her face into a pillow. But for now, she would have to settle for dying on the inside with everyone else besides Ari none the wiser. Although, her cheeks were a little flushed as a doctor followed up with her on the request he brought up a few minutes ago. She cleared her throat. “That sounds more than reasonable. Consider your shifts switched.” The doctor left happily but with the misconception that it was approved for other reasons.

Ari had turned to walk back to the stables as he listened to Tempeste’s thought. He’d decided he’d help in there while he waited for Tyann to be free. Ari had noticed Adrian had taken Little John. He decided to muck out the horse’s stall and add fresh hay. It was a simple task he had done in the past. Someone else could take it over easily enough as well if he didn’t finish. You should not seek my validation in regards to your beauty. Your opinion should be the only one to matter. They do say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Although, I do not believe I have ever seen an unsightly person when I lived in Serein.

Tempeste’s embarrassment was growing the longer they discussed ‘beauty’ but she had to contain it. Now, a pillow wouldn’t be sufficient enough. She wanted to hit her head against a wall. I-I wasn’t seeking validation… but oh saint, you’re right. I never saw an unsightly person back in Serein even among the sick. She diverted the topic and put on a pair of leather gloves matching Asher’s.

Serein was a beautiful place...so it only makes sense the people were beautiful as well. Although, I know many would say we look alike. I still find it odd at times people can look so different in one kingdom. You would think I’d find it normal after all this time...

Tempeste gloved and ready to attend to the patients personally, glanced back to Asher as an idea came to her. In all seriousness, I might have to put Serein’s beauty to the test. Asher has a back room locked when he is gone and doesn’t seem to like anyone going in there without him. I wonder if it has anything to do with Ivelda. She assumed she had Asher’s trust to be put in charge of his staff especially when he is away but not enough trust apparently as she still hadn’t really accessed that room. Maybe it didn’t mean anything but maybe it did.

The gears in her brain were turning. You know how he’s a flirt? So maybe… It would kill two birds with one stone. She could access the room and investigate with permission. No picking locks, no avoiding guards under the cover of darkness, and no breaking and entering. Nobody gets hurt and it would be an additional diversion for him not to notice the patient she was harboring. The poisoned man blended in well but it was just the clothes. All it took was for someone to start asking questions.

I- Ari barely began his thought when he heard a commotion. He heard loud metal banging and a horse neigh. By the time he turned his head and placed his pitchfork against a wall, he could guess what happened. It seemed one stable hand ran into another, metal buckets were dropped, and this startled a horse. The horse was able to tear the reins from the person holding them. The two stable's hands began to have a screaming match, already blaming the other. Ari was quick on his feet though, and he ran after the white horse. He believed this horse was Luna if he remembered correctly. She was always a skittish one, but sweet. Ari was close behind her as she out towards Tyann, the drake, and Korgan. He just wasn’t close enough yet to grab her. I hope the drake does not go after the horse...

Drake? Well, sounds like you’ve got your hands full, stable boy. I’ll try not to think too much. Tempeste wished him luck in a joking way, confident in Ari’s experience and abilities. She breathed in deeply, exhaled and got to work focusing on the patients first. Nearing tea break was when she made a move. She sauntered through the ward in a beeline for Asher. Tempeste had no experience with romance, her life dedicated to the Saints then to the rebels. As much as she valued life, she forgot about her own. She was not as good an actor as Ari but she would give it a shot, for the rebel’s cause.

“Good morrow, sir~ will you be taking a break?” she said cheerfully then looked away shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear to show the features of her face more. She wasn’t sure if she was beautiful by Asher’s standards. She’d heard a few of the rebels describe their ideal woman by the campfire and it varied a lot. If Serein’s beauty was just like she and Ari spoke about, it was at least a chance to get her foot in the door. I wonder how this is going to go down. Does height matter?

It took her a long time to infiltrate though so there was a delicate balance at play between her interest in the back room and not getting fired. Tempeste made the most of her time attending to patients to not only heal them but hint a crush on Asher to those she could trust. There was this blind veteran in particular who used a stick to get around and he was all in for young love. Seeing his cue, he bumped Tempeste to fall… right into Asher. The oldest trick in the book.

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Freddie's face brightened in an instant, and she stood just a little straighter at Collette's response.The 'wizard' beckoned Collette to follow her. She glanced over her shoulder. "Sharp..." Freddie pointed to her temple. "...Is my middle name."

Freddie led her to the giant mushroom, and the satchel that was propped nearby. She reached for it and rummaged through the insides, all while staring, straight and unblinking, right at Collette. After a moment, she drew a small plastic pouch, and held it to Collette's face. A little too close to her face. "This… is 'The Royal Highness.'"

Inside, was a mass of herbs, mostly green, with patches of bright brown throughout. Freddie's eyes glinted as she explained, "It's high quality… stuff. This type relieves stress while being very… light. Doesn't… make you drowsy at all." Freddie wiggled the pouch. "Perfect for the sporty… or social… types."

Freddie leaned closer. "It's 15 dollars... for a pouch." She looked at Collette intently for a moment, then let her eyebrows do the wiggling. "...If you’re not convinced, I can give… a small sample… for free."




Korgan grinned. Tyann's vulgarity always made his chest swell with such warm, fuzzy feelings. It was proof of his passion, and passion was an emotion all true Kymerans appreciated.

"My friend, with that mouth of yours, you'd fit just fine in my crew." Of course, Ivelda would never allow it, he left unsaid.

Korgan's yellow eyes widened, devouring the sight of the drake's transformation. His ears twitched, and he couldn't stop grinning, even as the creature finished. He strutted towards the creature, with his chest puffed out and his hands on the hips, and he whistled.

He did not speak immediately, having lost himself in admiring every little detail. This was a beast worthy of the Queen's Outrider!

"Well? What do you think?”"

In an instant, Korgan had shifted behind Tyann, looped his arm around the latter's shoulder, and let out a raucous cackle that could be heard far, far away. "GAHAHHA! I LOVE IT!" He pulled the Beastmaster close and flashed him a thumbs up. "You even made him amphibious! INSPIRING!"

Korgan scoffed, shook his head, then leaned close to whisper, "You know, half of my crew can't even swim."

Just then, a loud neigh pricked his ears. Followed by the thundering beats of hooves. A white horse dashed their way, with a blonde stable boy right behind it. The transformed drake bent low and bore its dagger-like fangs with a hiss.

Korgan stepped in front of Tyann, faced the charging horse head on, and held out his hand.

Thud!

Hooves beat and scraped against the earth. Panicked neighs rang high and shrill. Korgan stood there, solid and unmoving as a rock as he clutched the horse by its face. "HEH!" He scoffed, flashing filed-down fangs.

The Raid-King turned to Ari and barked. "YOU THERE! Stable boy! What's this nonsense? Come over here and control this mare!"

Korgan gestured to Tyann with his head. "My friend here has bigger fish to fry."

He paused. With his large, thick fingers, Korgan forcefully turned the horse's face to one side, then the other, ignorant of the terror glinting across its black eyes.

Korgan looked back at Ari and raised one eyebrow. "I haven't seen you before. You know, I've always pictured stable boys as frumpy-lookin' snotlings, but you?"

Those slender features. Those short yet luscious locks… Korgan couldn't hide his amusement.

"You're pretty for a stable boy. Count yourself lucky you're working for Tyann, not me! GAHAHA!"

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His head snapped to the drake, the hand on the reigns yanking the beast's snout and forcing it to make eye contact with the Beast Master. The noise that leapt from his mouth was part hiss, part roar, and all command. 'Be silent and be calm!'
The drake moved as if it wanted to disobey, what with the nearby equine being the perfect prey item... But its' handler was a larger threat than thought. Another hiss-roar leapt from Tyann, and the growl of fury that he put forth returned the drake to a calmer, more docile state.
His focus then snapped back over to Korgan.

"Korgan. Keep your fucking paws off my employees. I appreciate your candor about their beauty- I pick some of them out specifically for that. But they are all indispensable to me. Thank you for containing the creature, by the by." Tyann barked out, his lips pulled back into a snarl unseen by the those around him. "Especially that one. He has been a greater help than most of the others. ... I hope that you find a crew-mate who could be of use to you in the same way."

"Now, yes, like asked by the good sir... What the absolute. Fuck. is happening? Why is lovely Luna out and about? I've trusted you to have a better handle on things, no? Or was it perhaps one of the other stable hands?" A deadpanned series of questions that sounded closer to furious statements more than anything. Tyann's voice was hard, filled with a solid heaping of ice and the cold curiosity of a ravenous serpent. He shifted his attention over Ari's shoulder, staring frostily at the two (innocent) stable-hands who were watching from afar, hoping they were hidden.

Tyann narrowed his eyes at the two, hoping that just his glare alone could bring them forth to confess... But no. So he remained as aware of Korgan as he could, not yet choosing to put his attention any more away from the Raid-King than he already had. Korgan's earlier appraisal of the War Drake made Tyann flush for just a moment with pride, though now he was simply frustrated by the situation at hand.

Speaking of which...

His silver-claw adorned fingers came to gently rest on the back of Korgan's, tapping the tendons under the skin with a contained fury he dared not show. "Korgan. Please release the horse unto the hands to my stable master. Please."

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Ari heard Tempeste thoughts, but he had no time to think back at her officially. Stable boy? Not think? Ha. Height? He was too busy to think clearly. His attention was mainly focused on not running. Ari stopped barely a foot behind Luna. He kept his face blank as he felt bad for the horse. She was obviously in a panic and Korgan was not making her mood better. He just smiled at Korgan as he spoke. I have been called a stable boy twice now. Have you met Korgan? He is rather...loud.

His eyes went to Tyann as Korgan referenced him. Ari placed his hands behind his back and laced his fingers together. He made sure to stand tall with his chin up and chest out. Ari focused on breathing slowly and deeply. His heart rate was up from his little run. He slowly walked closer to Luna as Korgan turned her face. Ari wouldn’t grab the horse from him though. He was no fool. Tyann was there as well, and he knew he could handle the situation. Ari was speechless as Korgan continued to speak. He didn’t even know what to think or say. Ari kept his blank expression though.

Glad. Ari was glad when Tyann spoke. He really had no idea how he would have responded to Korgan at that moment. I am glad Tyann thinks of his workers as indispensable. Also, it seems my Serein beauty may have worked out for me already. Ari kept his gaze on Tyann as he directed questions to him. He nodded his head to acknowledge he heard him. Ari stayed silent though as he watched Tyann look over his shoulder. He decided to wait to make sure he had Tyann’s attention before he answered.

Tyann is not happy at all. I hope the idiots who caused this mess are not just standing around and watching. I don’t hear them yelling anymore though... Ari came out of his thoughts as Tyann spoke once more to Korgan. Ari got closer to the two men and grabbed Luna’s reins. He wouldn’t guide her away from Korgan until the man let her face go. Poor Luna. I have a feeling she will not like Korgan’s company after this day. He pushed his thoughts away as he decided this was the best time to answer Tyann. Ari naturally spoke softly as well, so it was always best when he didn't speak when a lot was going on.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, Master Tyann and Master Korgan. Luna was startled and tore her reins out of another stable hand's grip when I believe they collided with a second stable hand. I know I heard metal buckets dropped, but I only turned in time to see Luna running off. I gave chase as the stable hands were busy deciding who was at fault for the commotion they caused,” he paused to look more at Tyann, “I didn’t get to see all that occurred before she escaped as I was cleaning Little John’s stall. I wanted to do something simple as I waited for you to be free. I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were with Master Korgan.” Ari believed he covered all his bases with Tyann, so turned to face Korgan more now.

“It is nice to officially meet you Master Korgan. I am Ari Hunt. It is inconvenient we met in this unpleasant way. Thank you for the earlier compliment, and I am very lucky to work under Master Tyann. He is very knowledgeable,” he added. He kept a simple smile on his face as he waited for one of them to speak.

If I ever go missing, I would advise you to make Korgan your first suspect.

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No matter how used to horse riding the man was, his ass started hurting after almost a day of it. He left the mountains behind him to arrive in a small settlement. It was a trading post, close to the sea with a small harbour. The air was filled with the smell of fish, and Raiden couldn’t say if the sea creatures were still fresh or not. He had never liked the sea much, and the air made him close to throwing up. He kept a slow pace on his horse until he got closer to the market. The market sounds could be heard from far away. People were shouting back and forth, each trying to sell their items to the highest bidders.
When Raiden stood near the markets edge, he got off his horse. He slid the hood over his head in order to hide his clean colourful coupe. It wasn’t completely abnormal to have his hair color, but the market vendors would at least be able to see he had money and they would focus all attention on him alone.

Before entering the market he fastened his horse and paid a decent amount of coin to the stable boy to keep an eye on it. Looking around to make sure no one watched him, he opened his saddle bag and checked on the Nexu. It hadn’t made much noise on the ride over here, and even now seemed to be fast asleep. Raiden stepped onto the market, walking slowly and inspecting an item when he felt the need to. He bought a few arrow points from the blacksmith, after being advised of the alloy it was made of.
Raiden could tell, of course, but it wasn’t bad to keep up appearances when you wanted to go by unseen.

A few stalls over saw the selling of animal produce. He was a fan of the smoked meat that many places in the continent seemed to have. One town made it spicier than the other with some of the local herbs, but it would all be tasty in its own right. He also brought down the price of a canteen of milk. He didn’t enjoy it much, but they still had some distance to go, and he had to give the little Nexu something before it would die.

Even the captains were trying to sell passage while being at the market. Although some had interesting offers, he was not ready to switch his horse ride to a sailing trip. What do I look like, Korgan? He wasn’t about to say it out loud. Sailors would definitely not know Raiden, but Korgan was something sailors told their kids nightmares about. Thinking of the outrider, he pulled his hood a bit further over his head, making sure not a single pink hair would show underneath.
He made a good deal on a new belt and after spending a good deal of his purse, he made his way back to the stable.

The stable boy was nowhere to be found, even though his horse was right there. Just as he was about to walk over, he saw another kid, maybe 14, walking over to the abandoned animal. The saddlebag had been moving and the curiosity of the teenager had gotten the better of him. He looked around, and not seeing Raiden or anyone else, he opened the strap of the saddlebag carefully.
Raiden hurried his pace over and just as the kid was about to lift the flap open, Raiden put his hand on the boy’s to make sure it stayed closed. ”Move your hands or lose your hands, your choice.”
The boy removed his hand and turned around, mouth wide open in shock. He looked up into Raiden’s eyes. Colour seemed to drain from the boy’s face as his lips started quivering and tears started to form in his eyes.
”You don’t have to cry about it, just beat it. And keep your hands to your own stuff from now on.”
The boy seemed frozen, so Raiden gave him a small push to the side, after which the boy went running. Raiden opened the saddlebag to find the Nexu still in there. He would ride out of town before he would feed it, too many nosy people around.

After he packed all things away he got up on his horse, and slowly made his way out. He stuck to the coastline while continuing on his way home. At the first sign of a forest he basically dived in, feeling more at home there than anywhere else. He was miles away from the nearest town now, so he decided to stop and feed the Nexu before it would starve. He opened the bag and took the tiny creature out. He didn’t know how to hold it, so he placed it on the ground, onto a pile of leaves. He took the canteen of milk, held it in front of the creatures mouth and tried to pour some in. It clearly didn’t like it, most was dripping down and the rest was spat out.
”This cost coin you little shit, you want to starve to death?” He tried again, with a bit more force this time. As he tried to pour in more milk, the little thing scratched his hand with his mini-claws. ”Damn you! Ungrateful little…..”
Raiden stood up, putting his other hand over the injured one as the canteen fell on the ground, spilling the rest of the milk. His hand still covered he started to make an attempt to kick the little creature. He stopped himself just before doing so, realising he already got this far with it, it would be a waste to kill it now.
His hand was bleeding, but not too much. The scratch was not deep, but hurted like hell.

It took few minutes to stop the bleeding. ”Tyann will know what to do with you, best get home quick.”
He picked up the little pup, careful to avoid any more scratching, and placed it back in it’s temporary home. Before going, he picked up the canteen to put it away as well. When he did he saw the smoked meat. ”Maybe…. This could be more in line with his diet.”
He grabbed the meat and held it in front of the Nexu. With a soft purr it reached for it and eagerly put it in his mouth. ”Ah…okay..there we go.”
The little thing was starving. He ate all of the meat Raiden had bought. ”fine, take all of it. On our next stop, let’s try raw meat.” Raiden smiled.

They got going again. It was another day and a half travelling, but it went very smooth from here. On the next stops Raiden was able to catch a few hares. He put one hare over the fire for himself and skinned the other to give the raw meat to the eager little Nexu that seemed to like Raiden more and more. His hand was still messed up, it stopped bleeding a long time ago, but it was swollen and still hurt like hell. He suspected there might be some poison in the claws that made it react this way. It did not lower his speed and he went through the forest in almost a record time.

At last, he reached one of the hills surrounding Lostein. He held the reins to grand himself some time to observe it. It seemed the whole island in the middle of the lake was part of the palace, all colours and materials just ran into each other in a very smooth way. ”Almost there, Clawbreaker…”
He put his boots in the side of the horse to tell it to start running again. In a few minutes he reached the bridge that would take him to the island. He went across it rapidly, some citizens only able to avoid the racing young man by a hair. He did not hear any comments or complaints though. He had removed his hood and the bright pink hair made sure everyone knew who he was.
He went for the stables first. Clawbreaker had been a welcome companion in the second part of his trip, but he was anxious to get rid of it. Things were just easier when you are on your own.

When he arrived at the stables he saw two young man looking sweaty and uncomfortable. He saw a big wet spot on the ground making it muddy. A bucket was standing up straight next to it, but it was clear somebody had been clumsy. He got off his horse and gave the reins to one of them. ”Take care of her” he moved his head around to show the stable boy Raiden could see the mess that they made. ”I hope your better at that than at carrying water…”
He saw some commotion a bit away from the stable. He immediately recognised the towering Korgan, who he was not the biggest fan of. Looking a bit closer, he also recognised the mask of Tyann. He walked over to them to greet them and tell Tyann of his present.
After 3 metres, he turned around, looking at the stable boys still standing there. ”Oh yeah…, and if you even so much as look at the saddle bags, you’ll be the next trophy on my wall!” he said it in a very casual manner and with a smile on his face. But they should know he was absolutely serious.

As he neared the small group, he did not recognise the blond boy, but he didn’t really care for him much. Too pretty to be a stable boy. he thought, nothing like the two mongrels back in the stables.
”Tyann, I see you finally got the courage to start training the foulest beast of all.”
Raiden looked at Korgan as he said it. ”Be careful with this one though…, there doesn’t seem to be too much brain to train, people have been talking for years, you know…” He finished off his sentence in a whisper to Tyann, but still loud enough for all others to hear.
Raiden looked at the drake. His mind being wired as it was, he looked for weak spots. Where would his arrow need to go in order to stop an animal like that. Somewhere in the neck would be best, but its armer was thick, a normal arrow probably wouldn’t do.
As he kept looking at it intently, he spoke to Tyann again. ”I brought you a present. It’s with my horse at the moment. Can’t be more than 2 weeks old, but if he’s going to take after his mom, it will be a force to be considered. Don’t try and give it any milk, it seems to be a big fan of raw meat… I thought you’d enjoy it.”
He pointed at the drake. ”Although I am not sure if it will match up to this splendid creature.”

He rubbed his hand again, it was itching and hurting like crazy. Maybe he should get it checked out. He turned around, facing the stables again. He put his hand on the shoulder of the blonde stable boy, who was still standing there. ”Hey, pretty boy, I would appreciate if you could take care of my horse. I left it with those two bumbling idiots and I am not sure if they are qualified if they can’t even carry a bucket of water. ” He again moved to a softer voice.
”Plus, you probably want this horse and yourself away from Korgan. I mean…, the smell of fish is just unbearable….”

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"I'm right here at your door
I won't leave, I want more
What's up, danger?"
- Blackway & Black Caviar


It all went according to the old veteran’s plan as Tempeste literally fell for Asher. It was important to break the physical touch barrier in the flirting process she had been told. Asher caught her with ease as if he'd performed this feat many times before. A small gasp escaped her lips as he steadied her in a position she was sure was fit for dancing. Oh. Nevermind. Height doesn't matter. She blinked a few times in surprise by the outcome. Although she knew of the plan ahead of time, she was still just as surprised when it happened and particularly impressed by Asher’s reflexes.

Her bright pink-purple eyes shifted upward to meet Asher’s gaze, his unhidden eye of piercing blue looking down at her with a hint of trouble. So close, too close. Her breath locked in her throat. She’d been working for Asher for a while but being this close was nerve-racking. "We really should stop running into each other like this my dear, People will start to talk you know~" Tempeste could overhear some giggling and whispers in the background coming from members of the staff but she didn't allow it to distract her from her goal. Her cheeks warmed with color but she was not ashamed. "Would you-" she began, but they were shortly interrupted.

"Care to explain what I just saw Miss Tempeste?" A sharp voice rang through the medical ward and just as quickly as Asher helped her stand, was just as quick as Tempeste's mood switched. I have been called a stable boy twice now. Have you met Korgan? He is rather...loud. Tempeste received Ari's thought just as Ivelda made her presence known. She was a little curious about Korgan but distracted at the moment by her current predicament. No... but have you met Ivelda? She's here, now, she thought back with a lot of pressure behind it. Asher bowed, Tempeste following his lead and bowing as well. "Your Majesty, please excuse my head of staff. There was no harm done and I was just finished with my duties for the time." Her eyes shifted slightly to the corner to glance at Asher. He sounded confident and had an expression on his face that reminded her of puppy eyes. Oh, he's good. She gave him credit for his performance. Once upon a time, she might have fallen for that look. Alas, there were bigger fish to fry. This complicates things. Why did she have to show up here, of all days?!

The recovering father and his child were still in the back of the ward ready to leave. Tempeste intended to keep Asher distracted while sneaking a closer peek at the back room but the plan had been derailed with Ivelda's sudden appearance. Now, she had to make sure both of them were distracted. She just wasn't sure if they could distract each other or if she needed to throw her hat into the ring. Can I take that risk? Tempeste could feel the panic rising in her chest, her heart rate accelerating at all that could go wrong if she didn't do the right thing. She didn't fear for her life, she feared for the family. The cutest kid's face flashed before her eyes, imagery that overlapped with Ivelda standing before her and the nightmare that evil enchantress had unleashed over all the kingdoms. She lost her mother and the Saints to her. No, she refused to let another family suffer under Ivelda's wrath if she could help it.

I am glad Tyann thinks of his workers as indispensable. Also, it seems my Serein beauty may have worked out for me already. Well, it sounded like Ari was having a much better time but his thought gave her an idea of her own. Let's hope I am indispensable too, she thought. "Your Majesty, you grace us with your presence." Tempeste greeted respectfully, not moving an inch from her bowing form. She understood what Asher was trying to accomplish and had the circumstances been any different, she would have left the matter in his capable hands. This time, however, she could not. Her name falling out of Ivelda's lips left her feeling uneasy. The evil Queen knew who she was and there was no room for error. Being excused on account of Asher was not sufficient because she might still be watched and/or suspected in the future. Tempeste had to convince Ivelda and stop the doubt dead in its tracks.

"I am ashamed of what you have just witnessed. I humbly beg for your forgiveness..." She dropped down on her knees and placed a hand on her chest over her heart to symbolize her loyalty. "If it pleases you, I will punish myself." Tempeste declared with her head lowered and shut eyes awaiting the outcome. Her heartbeat drummed on loudly by the second. If I ever go missing, I would advise you to make Korgan your first suspect. Haha... Tempeste nervously laughed mentally. If only Ari knew what she was up to. While she was not willing to gamble the harbored family, she was willing to gamble herself to ensure their safety and resume her identity as nothing more than a pawn or lesser in Ivelda's eyes. Come on...

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Character Portrait: Garland Greywind Novax Character Portrait: Justice Chastain Character Portrait: Ishara Soli Eldiel Character Portrait: Euphemia Isadora Apolline Regana Lavorre III Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue Character Portrait: Silvia Siria Shwetz Character Portrait: Tyann Rebal Character Portrait: Tempeste Ponce Character Portrait: Sibylla Costrantina Character Portrait: Rukaiyan Throntan Character Portrait: Roderick Haldic Character Portrait: Stephen Drimovir Cerenox Character Portrait: Ari Hunt Character Portrait: Maestia Stowell
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Ivelda did a thorough examination of Tempeste. The young woman was lovely, perfect for being a sacrifice, but then she was from Serein, who were renowned for their beauty, male and female a like. However the girl was valuable to Ivelda, for the time being. She couldn't afford to kill her . . . . yet. If this young woman was going to be a problem, she would have to handle it. Maybe it was time to start looking for a replacement. Fear and embarrassment seem to radiate from Tempeste. Wanting to make sure she continued to behave herself, Ivelda came forward and taking a hand with extremely sharp nails, she lift her face and looked her straight in the eye. Taking one finger she gently caressed her face.

"Such a beautiful face and body, I'd hate to add to Asher's burden. This is your only warning, Tempeste. I am a forgiving woman who cares for her subjects' health."

Indeed, she needed her young female subjects healthy in order to provide potential sacrifices. Standing up fully she turned to Asher.

"Asher dearie, once you're done with your business here, come to my throne room immediately. We have business to discuss. I am going to check on a few things first though so take your time. No more distractions though."

She had looked at Tempeste when she said that last line.

With that, she headed to check on Tyann, only to be pleasantly surprised to see both Roderick and Korgan there. Delighted to see them, she rushed forward.

"My boys! You're home safe and sound! Raiden, I take it you've brought me what I've requested of you?"

Looking at Ivelda now, one would never think she was an Evil enchantress.




Adrian Wells
Code- #30660C


Adrian listened to Thaddeus as he mentioned he never took a break. He opened his eyes in surprise. Granted, Adrian worked really hard for the kingdom too, but even he got breaks. Thinking back though, he remembered he never asked for breaks. The queen just started allowing him to take breaks in between missions and even insisted he live away from castle and town. Currently his house was in the wooded area that surrounded the lake. He still wanted to be close enough in case the queen needed him. His thoughts turned back to Thaddeus when he spoke to him again.

"Though if you intend to go out among the beasts, perhaps you should talk to Tyann. I'm sure he will be pleased for both that and your presence around here for a few days."

Adrian couldn't help but shudder a bit at the mention of the beastmaster's name. The guy just creeped him out for some reason. Maybe it was the mask. Sure he was very good at what he did. After all, the man was the one to train and break in his 2 horses. Still the 2 did butt heads from time to time due to both having short tempers.

"I think I'll check on Tyann some other time. Well, I hate to keep you from your duty, Thaddeus, so I'll leave you to it. Maybe sometime soon you can help be train at some point. This last job was a tough one and I worry I might be getting rusty."

With a wave to the guard, Adrian retrieved Little John and soon was back on the road, heading home.




Lilith Evers
Code- #C71585


It was finally time. Lilith enjoyed telling the crowd about Rhindeval, but now it was time to release the girls from her sisters' spell. She had noticed that the spell had weaken over time. She wonder if it was because Ivelda wasn't here to reinforce it. She had learned in magic school that going against what was natural would eventually try to undo itself. Lilith hoped that her sister didn't have the ability to sense the breaking of the spell. Hopefully in the spell's weaken state she wouldn't feel it.

"Now my fine folk, seeing how I am a sorceress, I suppose I shall share with you some spells. The one I have you for today is an ancient spell so I hope you enjoy the performance!"

The audience would think she was only gong to do magic tricks, but this would be all to real. Taking her want, she spoke the spell that would undo curse. It was one she created herself. Connecting with the pendents of the princesses, she spoke out.

"Memory is precious, it can't be taken away,
Remember your true self and find your way,
Have courage and take heart,
See the light and cast off the dark,
Seek me when thee are ready,
As I will so mote it be!"


In that instant, magical energy burst from wand, but no one would see it. Instead, little fireworks went off behind Lilith in order to distract the crowd. The magic from the spell would come into contact with the pendants of the princesses and Lilith could feel the locks on the princesses' memory break. The spell took a lot out her and Lilith plopped onto her seat in dramatic fashion. She exhausted but she just pretended to be.

"My! That took a bit out of me. I think I need a break. Return in 30 minutes folks, and I shall give all of you more tales of wonder!

The crowd applauded before dispersing. Lilith sighed. She done it. Now it was only a matter of time for one of the girls to approach her.




Dawn Henderson
Code- #5477B9


Dawn had gotten herself something to eat. Ever sense she had moved into the dorms, she had been determined to try foods she had never tried before and today had been no exception. The Anime club of her college had a vendor at the spring festival and for the first time Dawn got to try takoyaki. One of the members was actually from Japan and said this was common to have at festivals over there. Dawn never had octopus before and found she really liked the stuff. It was a bit messy though so Dawn was careful to not get anything on her gown. She had found a bench and ate it silence. Once she started eating it, she quickly ate all eight pieces. It was so good! It was a good thing Dawn finished it quickly because as soon as she did, magical energy hit her in the chest area, more specifically her opal pendant. It caught her by surprise and she suddenly had a flash of memory as something unlocked within her.

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The hallway was dark as a little girl with pale blonde hair tried drying her eyes. She just had a nightmare and sought her parents' comfort. Her room wasn't too far from their's. Coming to a pair of large ivory doors, she pushed on them with all her might. The door creaked a bit as she enter the room. However, no sooner had she enter, she saw her father get out of bed and drew his sword.

"Daddy?"

Immediately the man disarmed him self and looked at his daughter. Her mother had sat up in bed too by this time.

"Aurora, sweet pea, what is it?" King Elios asked.

"I had a bad dream. I don't want to be alone."

The man smiled before coming up to the 5 year old and picked her up before giving her a gentle hug.

"It'll be fine sweet pea. Do you want to sleep with mommy and daddy?"

The little nodded.

"Is it all right with you dear?" Elios asked his wife with a puppy dog eye look.

The queen smiled, "Okay just this once."

Dawn watched all of this in 3rd person and soon the image faded.


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Dawn gasped in shock. This was just like her dreams, only more clearer and it felt all too real. It was then she noticed tears were coursing down her face. She knew those people. The little girl looked exactly like her and was wearing a pendant that just looked like her. Her name had been Aurora though. Standing up suddenly, she had this intense need to find Professor Evens.




Cassie Peters
Code- #46935C


“Sounds good. I think I am going to just get a snack for now, so I’ll be heading to the corn dog stand. Let’s meet back here in a bit. We can find somewhere together to eat. I promise not to disappear again, as the team isn’t here to keep you company.”

Before Cassie could say anything else, Anita had gone off again. Corn dogs sound good, but Cassie had corn dogs the other day. Looking around, she soon found something she loved having whenever she had a chance- bacon burgers with donuts buns. Normally Cassie ate healthy food, but today was a cheat day for her and she considered herself a carboholic. Getting one of the sweet and savory burgers with fries on the side and a bottle of water, Cassie soon returned to the place Anita left her and found the tall girl there.

"Look what I found, Anita! I don't know about you, but I am ready to dig in! Let's find a place to sit okay?"

Soon they found a place and Cassie pretty much wolfed down her meal. It was then the magic that Lilith unleashed hit the 2 young ladies' pendants. Cassie nearly gagged on the water she'd been drinking as she looked at Anita.

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"Wait up, Silvia! You're too fast!" a girl with green hair called out as a taller green hair girl climbed up a tree faster then her.

"Sorry, Meri!"

The girls loved climbing trees and had just gotten away from their caretakers. Soon though, Meridian's mother found them.

"Meridian! Silvia! You two get down this instant! You'll ruin your clothes!"

"It's a bit too late for that, momma, sorry! We better get down Silvia, or momma might tell your parents."

Silvia nodded and soon the two girls were back on solid ground. Indeed, both girls had twigs in their hair and their outfits were a bit torn.

Queen Kerrigan tried to look stern, but couldn't help but giggle at their appearances.

"What am I going to do with your girls? Well let's get you two cleaned up. Follow me."

The girls nodded and followed the queen.


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What in the world was that? Cassie couldn't quite figure it out. She looked at Anita and saw her teammate had a shock look on her face.

"Hey, are you okay?"

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His mouth was open to shout another obscenity, ire and irritation directed at the now arrived Hunter. Whilst Tyann respected the fellow animal ‘master’ of sorts, he still found that he had yet to accept the necessity of culling beasts. But that was neither here nor there, for it was as he was bringing the voice up from his gut, Ivelda appeared.

His thoughts stuttered to a stop as he turned to focus on his empress. She strode by him, approaching Raiden and Korgan first. A small spark of jealousy bloomed for a moment, coiling in his chest, another tiny snarl found its way to his lips before Tyann calmed.
By rote, he sought out that special place within his mind.
A lake, a sea, a pond, a puddle… Regardless, as he pulled in a sigh, and dropped himself into a stately bow, the ripples that roiled and tousled the water's surface became still in his mind’s eye.
The apathy and cold disinterest returned in but a breath, and stayed as Tyann breathed out.

His hand on the reigns of the drake tugged, and the beast went into a bow of its own as well.

Tyann watched through his mask as Ivelda spoke to the two, keeping his expression blank and calm as he rose back into a relaxed stance. His back was ramrod straight, and though he itched to retrieve the ‘gift’ that Raiden brought back, gods be damned if the Hunt-Master didn’t bring back something young enough to be trained without needing to be broken per se.

He locked his gaze on Raiden’s hand, frowning darkly behind his mask as the thought of ‘Hm. Red skin. Swollen. Scratches… Hm. Hm! Probably needs to go see Asher. Damn. Whatever he brought me is going to be … interesting. Dammit.

Tyann’s focus leapt back to Ivelda, waiting for her majesty to speak beyond her greetings to the two. He would wait as long as she wanted, if only so that he could properly ascertain whether or not the gift that was brought would be worth it. Perhaps it could become a new pet for her majesty.
All in due time though.

For now, Tyann waited in silence for attention to be brought towards him. His gaze slid to Ari, and with a simple nod of his head, Tyann urged the other man onward with the otherwise unpredictable Luna. He would not stand for any sort of misbehavior or interruption whilst he could still breathe.
He knew that he was perhaps not Ivelda’s favorite, but that did not mean he tried to put forth less effort than any other servant of hers to become a favorite.
Regardless of that, he still wanted to regain SOME semblance of control over his stable yard.

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Freddie’s lips curved up into a v-shaped, bird-like smile. Her tired eyes opened just a little bit wider. She slowly raised her hands… then returned Collette’s finger guns. ”You’re my favourite customer,” she stated, with a flat tone that betrayed no sarcasm.

However, before they could go any further…

”...!”

What was that feeling?

Freddie couldn’t understand it. But something compelled her eyes towards her teddy bear, sat by her feet and against the mushroom. Closer, deeper, into the doll’s pitch-black gaze.

Images flashed before her eyes. Dark skies. Withered trees. Miles and miles of swamplands, of rickety bridges and ramshackle houses built atop dank waters. A castle, tall and arched and crowned with wicked spires, its bricks yellowed by age and reclaimed by moss, its walls half-sunk into colourless waters. And then, on the tallest floor of the tallest tower, through the rose-shaped window, was a boy.

Slight in height and small-shouldered, standing in front of a shadowed sketch. He turned towards her, with eyes that sucked in all light… and reflected none.

She gasped. And blinked. Once… twice… and the image disappeared in an instant. Freddie hung her head and clutched herself. The warmth had left her body. Was that… a dream? Or... the memory of a dream? Freddie glanced towards the pouch in her hand. She turned it one way then the other, just to make sure. ”Still sealed...”

Just then, a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"W-what... is th..t-this?"

Freddie looked up to see Collette, teary-eyed, shaking, obviously in distress. Freddie stepped closer and laid her hands on her shoulders. ”H..hey…” Freddie held her breath. She considered her words, then replied, with a face paler than before. ”Dude… you okay? You… look like... you’d just… seen a ghost…”

Freddie’s placid brows furrowed as she moved closer to inspect Collette’s eyes. ”Do you need…. Anything?”




Korgan acquiesced to Tyann's request and handed the mare back to Ari. The outrider smirked at his veiled threat. He couldn't help but find it charming, like much of the Beastmaster… but Korgan knew well enough to not push his buttons.

Just as he nodded to Ari's introduction, Korgan caught the scent of another. The faintest trace of mud and blood. He knew who it was before he turned to see. The queen's hunter, Raiden Hetral. Korgan's ears pricked up at his snide remark. And, consciously or otherwise, he stood up just a little straighter, a little taller, to cast a shadow upon the pink-haired hunter.

"You got one thing right, mutt," Korgan remarked, his voice lower and quieter than before. He leaned close, his arms on his hips, flashing the fangs that lined his maw. "I'm the foulest beast of all. Question is, are you man enough to hunt me, or will that tongue do all the wagging?"

Silence ensued. Even the birds stopped their song. The beast and the hunter stared each other down, until…

"My boys! You're home safe and sound! Raiden, I take it you've brought me what I've requested of you?"

Korgan leaned back in an instant. His beastly smirk remained, but his entire body turned stiff and rigid, with his arms by his side and his eyes forward. He had not forgotten the one who cursed him. Korgan respected few, but there was only one he feared. Ivelda Evers. The Empress of Rhindeval. She, whose will decides the fate of this Empire. He held his tongue for now, observing from his peripherals on how Raiden would use his.

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Ari heard Tempeste’s thoughts, but had to ignore them. Their trio had grown as apparently the stables was the hot spot to be. The first one to catch his attention was Radien. He found the pink hair man amusing as he spoke of Korgan. It was entertaining when Korgan replied to him. Also, he mentioned a present he brought for Tyann. Ari simply nodded at the man’s request for him to take care of his horse.

I believe he took Clawbreaker with him, but why would he leave a beast with her? All his thoughts stopped when he heard Ivelda. He did not like the woman for many reasons. The mere thought of her always unsettled him. He knew it was as Ellen always had something bad to say about their current ruler. Ari had no time to dwell on his past as Tyann basically signaled him to leave.

“It was a pleasure to be in the presence of everyone, especially you Queen Ivelda,” he stated, his eyes on Ivelda by his last word. Also, he made sure to give her a friendly smile and bow before he left. Ari was happy Luna followed him without any issues. He stayed silent until he was safely back in the stables away from the group he just left. The two stable boys he left alone were whispering and staring at one of the saddle bags hanging off Clawbreaker. Movement was clearing happening in one of the bags. Ari cleared his throat and resisted the urge to roll his eyes when they jumped.

“James, take Luna and make sure she does not escape your grip. Tyann was not happy with the escape. I then need you to feed all the horses,” he ordered. Once James took Luna, his attention turned to Uriel who had Clawbreaker.

“I will be taking care of Clawbreaker per Radien’s request. Although, please bring me a bucket with a small amount of raw meat for me. I would like the meat to be cut up into small pieces as well,” he told him as he took Clawbeaker’s reins. When Uriel ran off, he led the horse to her stall. He often spoke to the horses in a whisper, which made his naturally soft voice much harder to hear. He mainly spoke to them as it helped him not think. Ari did not like thinking by mistake or too much when connected to Tempeste. At times it allowed her to see sides of him others normally would not see.

“I hope you had a good trip Clawbreaker and that Radien treated you well,” he said. Ari took his time as he took her equipment off. He did make sure to be gentle as Tyann’s present was wiggling around in one of the bags. He hung the saddlebags over the door to the stall. Ari began to hum softly the song that always played in Serein when he lived there. He looked over Clawbreaker to make sure she was in good health. Once he made sure she was fed, had fresh water, and was brushed, he’d find somewhere to put Tyann’s gift so he could feed it. The last thing he wanted was for the little gift to die while with him. It would not make Tyann happy at all.

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Ivelda Ever

Code- #003300


Ivelda watched as her boys bowed to her, even those who worked at the stable. Taking a quick gland, she caught the jealous look of Tyann. The beast tamer might wear a mask, but he tend to wear his heart on his sleeve and his eyes tend to reveal his emotions. Over the years Ivelda had thought to force him to not wear his mask, only because she didn't want him to remember the significance of it. But he had a very creepy smile and she prefer not to see it so she allowed him to keep on wearing it. She looked at the beast he was handling. Ivelda was impressed that he had that ability. She knew she could do many things, but beast taming wasn't one of them. Best she could do was turn into a beast herself. Deciding to give the young man some attention, she turned to him.

"My Tyann! To tame such a beast is amazing! I know these things can be particularly ferocious. You've done good work."

It was then one of the stable workers addressed her. Much like Tempeste, this one had light blonde hair and was from Serein. Why such a beautiful young man was working in the stables, she'll never know. Still he was good at his job. She nodded towards him as he led a horse away.

She then turned her attention towards Korgan. He was built as strong as an ox and was ruthless. Being the oldest of the princes, even at the age of 12, she recalled even then he had been troublesome to deal with before she put him under her power. Giving him that beast form had been a risk, but it had been worth it. It was then Ivelda remembered that she had to give both Raiden and Korgan her brew that kept them loyal to her. Maybe she should do the same for Tyann too. She knew she would have to give one to Benedicto when he returned. She mentally went through her other princes and how long it had been needing to receive her 'special drink' for them. She had already given Adrian his, Asher was probably waiting for her in the throne room, Eike was still in the dungeon, and Thaddeus would be doing his daily routine now. While Eike was one of her most loyal followers, she refused to take any chances with him. It would be hard to draw him out of the dungeons, but it always been that way.

"Raiden, you can give me your gift to me later. For now I want you to clean up from your journey. You too Korgan. Once you two are done, you can come to my throne room. And Tyann, same thing to you. Once you're done with that beast, come to my throne room. Korgon, I expect your full report when you arrive."

With that, Ivelda left them to their duties and went to the throne room. Sensing she wasn't alone, her eyes scanned the shadows and she saw Asher within them.

"You always were good at hiding, Asher. I have something I need to do first and then I'll join you. Be a good boy until I get back."

She went to the back of the throne room and went through the door that led to her potions room with the huge cauldron. What she didn't realize was that when she opened the door, she inadvertently let a pint-size Iris in with her. The fairy had been hiding in the shadows near the ceiling. She made herself invisible the minute Ivelda showed up and flew carefully to avoid detection. She paid careful attention to which potions Ivelda used to make her brew. It was a good thing Ivelda labeled all of her potions and Iris had a great memory. She recognized all of the ingredients. When Ivelda left the room with the drink, Iris left with her and soon left the castle all together. Without realizing what just happened, Ivelda walked towards Asher.

"Now my boy, I would like a full remember of your last mission. Here, drink," Ivelda smiled, offering Asher the goblet.




Iris was over the moon in having completed her mission successfully. She wasted no time in getting back home and all but burst into the Queen's throne room.

"You're Majesty! I know what Ivelda is using!" the fairy said as she flew in and transformed into her 'human size'.

Eowyn smiled and giggled at the fairy's enthusiasm.

"Tell me Iris."

The fairy did so and Eowyn sighed in relief.

"Well done Iris. It's a relief to know Ivelda didn't make anything too complicated."

"Might I ask why you wanted to know this your majesty?" Iris asked.

"I needed to know what they were so we can create an anecdote. Even if and when Lilith returns with the princesses, they won't have the means to break the princes from Ivelda's grasp on their own. We can at least give them the means to do that. Luckily I am familiar with the anecdote that can break it, but unlike Ivelda's "loyalty potion", this will take time. Thank you Iris, you are dismissed for now."

Iris, excited of the prospect the princes' spell being broken, bowed and left. It was only a matter of time.

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His back was towards Korgan when the living bulldozer made his comment. Raiden just smiled and turned around to face the human monster. Whether he was baiting with traps or with words, it always seemed to work. He stared up at the man towering above him, a mischievous look in his eye. ”If Ivelda would let me…” Before he could finish his response he heard a familiar voice coming near them.

”My boys! You're home safe and sound! Raiden, I take it you've brought me what I've requested of you?”

As if being forced by an invisible hand, Raiden turned again and instantly bowed to show his recognition for the empress standing in front of him. ”Naturally my Empress, I will bring it to your throne room at the earliest opportunity. ” She seemed to be in a good mood, which was a good thing. If she wasn’t she would have told him the earliest opportunity had come and gone already, but instead he was lingering about. He never had a knack for the ‘civilities’ that came with life at the court, hence him being away from the castle as much as he could. Ivelda always made sure he was back every 2 weeks though.
He always looked forward to receiving his drink. If he was too long away from it he had trouble thinking of anything else. It was like a homing beacon where he just had to return in order to take his drink. He had asked Ivelda to take some with in a flask for his travels, but it was never allowed.

As he kept bowing down a bit longer he was thankful to hear he could clean himself up first. His hand was still itching like mad and he needed to make sure to stop by the infirmary first. When he came back up he saw the stable boy depart to take care of his horse. As long as he doesn’t open the bags… Before long, Ivelda took her departure again.

When she was at a save distance he looked back at Korgan. ”As I said, if Ivelda would let me I’d decorate the dining hall with a nice scary-looking rug made from your skin. In that case everyone is happy, you’d still look scary, Ivelda could order you cleaned at any time, and we’d finally be freed of your obnoxious commentary.” He directed his attention to the masked man instead. ”Tyann, I’m taking one saddle bag, the other one has your present. Be careful, it’s young, but has some nasty claws.” He held up his red looking arm to prove his point.

He turned on his heels and walked fast towards the stables. He saw the bags were already off his trusty steed, and he picked the one with the biggest bulge, knowing the moms head was much bigger than the cub was. ”Thanks pretty boy, but as I got you away from the smell of rotten fish on an oxes breath, I’d still say you owe me big time.” Raiden put the bag over his shoulder as he made his way into the castle.

He had his own room, albeit very small. He did not mind much. He didn’t spend much time here, and secondly, he hated the apparent luxury. It just didn’t feel like it fit …. him. He dropped the bag on his bed and took his gear off of him. He kept on his boots, as he still wanted to get his hand checked out first. In the 10 minutes he spend in the room he did not see a single servant coming by. They are avoiding me… these bastards He shouted: ”Who do I have to hunt around here to draw me a friggin’ bath?!?!”
A few seconds later he heard someone scurrying in. It was an old man in simple clothes. My apologies Sir, I will do so right away.
Raiden looked at the man, observing him from head to toe. The man was balding but was still showing a full beard.
”Fine, get it ready in 20 minutes, I’ll be in the infirmary but should be back soon.” He stepped out the door, only to appear in the door opening again a second later. He saw the man had his back to him, closing the windows in the fairly cold room. ”..And don’t touch my stuff!” He saw the man jump in the air when he’d thought Raiden had been gone already. How many times do I have to tell that to people today?

He took one of the stairs to go up to the medical ward. He took 2 steps at a time, wanting to hurry up before Ivelda’s patience and good mood would disappear. Plus, I want my drink, I’ve waited almost 2 weeks for it. His boots made an annoyingly hard sound on the stone floors. In the forest they were silent as could be, another reason why he did not like the castle. Like he was trying to draw attention to himself.
He stood still in front of the medical ward and heard a lot of voices inside. Asher’s having a tea party? it seemed unlikely, even more unlikely Ivelda would allow it.
He opened the door and stepped in, his boots again betraying someone new had arrived. He saw a few beds with patients and some people attending to them. The room smelled sweet, clearly a scent coming from the tea that was steaming in the corner. He didn’t like the smell, he never had.
He aimed his attention at the girl standing closest to the tea set. After the stable boy, she too was Sereinian. Did we turn into an orphanage for these people or something? He walked up to her. ”Where’s Asher? I need my hand to be looked at.” He held out his arm, and almost scared himself at the sight. It looked worse than what he had seen before. But Asher was a professional, he should be able to fix it quickly.
”I need him quick, Empress Ivelda is waiting for me…”





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Days would pass on Benedicto’s way back to his Grace. Benedicto had grown to dislike his own decision to take the man and the baby back to the capital. He didn’t feel sorry for them, but he took them too far away, and he had to bare their company for such a distance. The man had complaint a lot and loudly, no matter the amount of times he was hit, kicked and thrown off the horse. He had been quiet for a while when they had dragged his body behind the carriage, but even that didn’t stop him from completely shutting up. Eike will be able to deal with that, I’m sure…

The man had especially cried and moaned whenever the baby had been crying. Viliame had found a solution to deal with the man as well as the baby. He had told one of the monks to remove the cap from the mans head. ”I told you I was done with your complaining, I only wonder how much complaining you will do when you lose a limb or two…” Benedicto added with a slight smile.
He turned his head to the monk holding the child: ”Take that kid and dump it in the nearest river. Maybe he’s complaining he does not appreciate that we are willing to raise it properly…well..then why raise it at all. Make sure yo sacrifice it as an offering to the great Ivelda.”
The mans cry turned into a howl and a load of curses in the direction of the young preacher. Benedicto made sure the man could see the monk riding away quickly. The cries of the baby died into the distance.
”Now put something in his mouth, I don’t want to hear him again. ” He watched as he saw a monk putting a piece of cloth in the mouth of the older man, just before pulling the cap back over his face. The soft mumbling sounded like music to Benedicto’s ears.

The baby was relatively safe. He had told the monk before to ride out to the capital at his signal. He didn’t care much for taking care of the new human himself. He had instructed for it to be taken to the orphanage, to eventually go into the church. Making sure there was no hope for family would only be a benefit. Benedicto did not know his parents, and he could only consider it a blessing. It gave him more time and energy to dedicate to Ivelda and praising her.

The trip had been a lot better since this. They passed a few more towns, but none of them as fun as Grainburough. At each of them they spend a minimal amount of time. Benedicto was ready to be home. He loved spreading the word, but he hated to be this far away. After the last town he got back into the carriage again. He had been reading at all opportunities, but knowing they would not pass any more towns on their way, he rather spend more time reading than presenting himself. The road was a lot better and it was a smooth ride. With a blanket over his legs his eyes once again went over the lines.

It was incredible how people could still doubt the true savior Ivelda was. The one to unite all kingdoms of old, to get rid of old rivalries and to steer the continent to a better time. He was baffled how people could not worship her like he did. Maybe it was just pure education. He had access to most of the holy texts. They might be copies in the capital, but the text had not changed from the original, whether they came from the Isles or from Emperia or from anywhere else for that matter.
Once you know the truth, it was so simple to recognise Ivelda was the prophecies come to fruition. He was dedicated to show the continent, to show them how they should be honouring her…, like he did. He thought back of Grainburough, to the older preacher. How awful must it be to know what is right, but not to be able to convince the people of this. With the treacherous village elder removed, he should have an easier job. Benedicto should have left two of the monks with him. Of course he did the town a favour, by placing the preacher as the head of the town, but his monks could have convinced the people more quickly.

Under the carriage Benedicto noticed the sandy road was exchanged to a stone road. They were close now, close to his Grace. My goodness, I have missed her. He moved the curtain and looked out the window. Home, this was his home, his only memories from childhood had all been from here. He knew the houses, the inhabitants, the traders. They were all coming to the church regularly. They did not have much choice in that.
The carriage stopped in front of the capitals house of worship. It was where Benedicto always stayed. Aside from the main building there was a small monastery. It was like an inn for preachers, but some rooms had more permanent occupants.

Despite his young age, after Ivelda the young man had the highest position in the church. He could see the fear in the eyes of the older men and women that had spend their lives worshipping. They were scared, since Benedicto had a nose for non-believers. He had snuffed out quite a few that were pretending to praise Ivelda, while secretly practicing the religion that existed before the savior had come.
Most of these people had died by hanging, a few of them had been brought to the dungeons underneath the castle, but Benedicto had not seen them come back from there. Even when at a later age he had been in the dungeons himself, he had not recognised anyone but Eike. Maybe the only person who could rival Benedicto in the love they felt for their Empress.

He stepped out of the carriage, stretching his legs and arms wide. He spoke to the nearest monk. ”You there, bring this man to the dungeon master…tell him…to enjoy this one.” People on the street hurried passed them, trying to avoid the gaze of the stretched young man.
The church doors were open, but there was no service at the moment. Benedicto walked in, right to the altar in the far end of the church. He looked up at the statue of Ivelda on the back wall. He looked at her smiling face, as always directly installing the feeling she is looking at him only. In the middle path on the hard stone floors, he drops to both knees. He silently bowes forward until his nose touched the floor before leaning back up. ”Your Grace has blessed my travel home, I can’t thank you enough.” For what is normally supposed to be a silent prayer, he cannot contain his appreciation. He continues his prayer out loud, his voice booming back echoes from the high walls.

When he gets back up, he turns and sees most of his monks following his example. On his way back to the door he touches their heads in appreciation. They showed him time and time again why they were his most trusted disciples. He felt his throat itching, he was ready to visit Ivelda in her castle. He felt giggly as he made his way out the church. He was excited, almost feeling a tickle in his stomach with every step he took towards Her.

While on his way he saw a welcome sight. He saw two other loyal Ivelda believers, although one just got on his horse to ride away from him. Keeping the same pace, he approached the other man, the leader of the royal guard. ”Brother Rock, praise to Ivelda for meeting you on this wonderful day. I was just on my way to seek Her presence.” He looked down on the muscled man. Benedicto was not as muscular, or more like the polar opposite of it. He placed his arms on his back as a relaxed stance. He didn’t notice it, but traffic stopped coming past the two young man, most people rather staying away from either one of them.

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Tempeste rubbed her cheek where the evil sorceress had touched her, recalling the given warning word by word. She wondered how many rebels had gotten that close to Ivelda without dying. The idea to connect with Ivelda telepathically did occur to her many times in the past as another way to learn more. However, the rebels had declared that idea too risky after previous attempts at telepathy with criminals that left Tempeste drained and disturbed. So, Tempeste steadied her hand. All she could do was be patient and dangle like a puppet in Ivelda's grasp but it was an encounter she wasn't going to soon forget.

Her mind only snapped back to the present when Asher neared and gave her a helping hand off the floor. "Let's try this again some other time shall we? Perhaps we won't get caught if we are lucky~" he playfully whispered, tickling her ear. Tempeste chuckled lightly, holding back the urge to shake her head at Asher's nonchalance. It was hard to stay focused on Ivelda and the rebellion around someone of his upbeat demeanor. Days like this, she was thankful for it. Asher's attention drifted elsewhere as he walked off to his room. Tempeste no longer distracted and with a moment to herself, took notice that her head was devoid of Ari. She rubbed the side of her temples but still, nothing could be heard. Hellooo? Did Korgan actually kidnap you? I thought you were joking! I hope you're just off whispering to the horses again... doing horse-whisperer things. She was a bit worried about the silence but also aware that Ari valued his space from time to time which was difficult being linked almost... all the time.

Asher returned, Tempeste's eyes following him as he placed a tea set on the table next to her and locked the door to the back room with a unique key. She sighed inwardly because picking such a lock would be a pain and perhaps she had the right idea about gaining his permission. That plan would have to wait for another day as she was under enough suspicion from Ivelda. "Help yourself to the tea and make sure the rest of the staff get their tea and break soon. If I'm not back later assume I have left on business. I know I can count on you to take care of things if I'm absent regardless." Tempeste nodded. "Of course, sir..." Although that was her usual response when he had business to attend to, it didn't feel sufficient this time around. She bit her lip. "Thank you, Asher." Tempeste addressed him by name. It sounded odd out loud because he was although he did not know it himself, a prince. However, she remembered how he spoke to Ivelda in her defense and was grateful for it, requiring a more personal sentiment. He kissed the back of her hand before leaving. While it did not surprise her anymore, she was not near accustomed to it either as a light blush emerged and only faded away as she went about serving tea to their fellow staff.

”Where’s Asher? I need my hand to be looked at.” Without greeting and introduction, another of the princes serving under the Queen appeared. I think I've dallied with princes enough for one day. Tempeste sighed inwardly, mindful that Ivelda already had an eye on her over one minor tripping incident. Nonetheless, this was her job and she intended to be professional about it. ”I need him quick, Empress Ivelda is waiting for me…” Tempeste acknowledged the hurried redhead with a nod, taking a quick look at the arm he presented. She assumed it was caused by an encounter with a wild animal. Assumed wild because she would have been aware of most stable incidents from eavesdropping Ari's thoughts. The scratch marks had aged a bit though, no longer fresh, the bleeding had stopped and it had become swollen and infected. "I'm afraid you just missed him. He's already left at Empress Ivelda's request." Tempeste responded, lowering the kettle back to the tray. She took a quick look around the room for an available staff member but they all seemed to be purposely avoiding her gaze or pretending to be occupied, not wishing to be held responsible for a prince particularly after Ivelda's surprise visit. The staff was usually more zealous. Tempeste wasn't going to force anyone though. "I am Tempeste Ponce, his assigned head of medical staff. If you can entrust yourself to my care in his stead, please take a seat while I prepare." She said, leaving the decision up to Raiden but ending her tea break early to prepare just as she said she would.

Tempeste pulled out her personal medical kit hidden away in the corner of one of the cabinets, setting it on the table closest to Raiden and propping it open. She washed and dried her hands and snapped on her own set of gloves that were thinner than the ward's supplied ones as required for this alternative kit. It was her collection of apparatus based on the Saints but she seldom used it. Since she was attending to a prince in a hurry, it was reason enough to. She trusted her abilities more in the methods she was raised with. The apparatus glistened by the touch of light, a mix of blue and white as fragile and delicate as glass. Back in Serein, the people weren't as magical as other kingdoms but the land surely was. From a blade of grass, a speck of dirt, to the air we breathe, everything can be used as a healing agent. She remembered her mother's teaching. Seated to join Raiden, she extended her hand for permission to examine his condition more closely. Her pink-purple eyes traced his scratches along with her fingertips gently but with intense concentration, withholding blinking. "Pain... or painless?" she asked. A painful method was quicker but it was his choosing which one he valued more.

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Ari was unable to meet Tempeste in the morning to get his daily mark. He had a lot of orders he worked on last night that he had to deliver in the morning. He even made a treat for Tyann. He had heard rumours yesterday. Apparently Tyann, Asher, and Korgan had gotten drunk before going to see Ivelda. It was the talk, well whispers, for the rest of the work day yesterday. Ari knew drunks could be unpleasant, even into the next day. He decided to bring Tyann a treat in case he was in a bad mood this morning. He filled a jar with slices of oranges and honey. He brought small fruit tarts for everyone else at the stables. Ari had a basket with a clean cloth inside to place the tarts on. He tucked the jar under the side of the cloth.

When he got to the stables, the tarts went rather fast. He left the basket in an out of the way spot, but grabbed the jar. He didn’t want to take a chance of someone taking Tyann’s treat. Ari slid it into his pocket before getting on with his day. He made sure everyone who was there knew what they had to do for the day. After yesterday’s incident, he wanted things to run smoothly today. He prepared breakfast with a side of water for the Nexu and each of the hounds. He hummed softly to himself as he prepared everything. Finally he walked over to give each animal a water dish. He then fed the hounds before moving on to their new arrival.

“Hmm, you will need a name...” he whispered softly as he squatted down. He slid the jar out of his pocket and placed it on the ground nearby. Ari squatted at an attempt to be at eye level with the Nexu. Also, he enjoyed staying as clean as possible until he wasn’t. He only kneeled on the ground when he had to. He fed the Nexu piece by piece. He made sure to stay safe as he did so. Ari was smart enough not to get scratched or bitten. He just wanted to test out how aggressive it was towards humans and strangers at that.

He knew Tyann had it for a short time yesterday. Now he knew it was likely before he went off to drink with Asher and Korgan. Although, Ari realized he had no idea what Tyann was like when he was drunk. This made it so he couldn’t confirm with himself if Tyann was sober or not when he gave him the Nexu. Ari was impressed the three princes were brave enough to go see Ivelda while drunk. If it had been any other trio, he was sure they’d be dead. Thinking of Tyann being irresponsible did remind him his boss was younger than him. He always assumed he was younger as he worked for him for years. Also, he had always been taller than him.

“Should we go look for Tyann after breakfast?” he asked the Nexu. He imagined Tyann may want to play with his new creature.

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"I see your monsters, I see your pain
Tell me your problems, I’ll chase them away
I’ll be your lighthouse, I’ll make it okay
When I see your monsters, I’ll stand there so brave
And chase them all away."
- Katie Sky


“Well met!” A young Tempeste enthusiastically greeted the Abode of the Saints' visitor by the grand entrance. She was particularly enthusiastic because she was the youngest to live there and the visitor appeared to be another girl around her age too. There was the potential of making a new friend. “What?” The visitor responded in an annoyed tone as she cradled her hand. Tempeste tilted her head to sneak a peek at the hand, smiling as she saw that there was a bite mark that could be easily remedied. “Are you in need of healing? I can heal that for you.” Tempeste offered, outstretching her hand. The small visitor with blue-hair looked her over scrupulously, Tempeste continuing to smile with not just her lips but also with her eyes. She was wearing the garb of the Saints that was white from head to toe, hooded with gold trimmings. She didn't expect the visitor to doubt her. “Are you a Saint?” Tempeste's shoulders dropped a little at being called out like that. “No, but I have Aftersight. I haven’t um been initiated as a Saint yet so I don’t have the eyes but Aftersight allows me to see what’s wrong and--” she fumbled, trying to explain her credibility. “So, you’re just a wannabe? I don’t NEED a wannabe.” “I just want to help and my mother who is a Saint taught me-” “Great! Run along and get her to help me.” ⧗

Tempeste awoke to the sunlight hitting her right in the eyes as she dozed off that night engrossed in a book and forgot to close the curtains. She tossed and turned a bit before surrendering to wakefulness, stretching her arms above her head. She sighed aloud, reflecting on the dream she just had. Using her personal medical kit, Aftersight for Raiden probably brought back memories. She briefly wondered what could have happened to that blue-haired girl but that was the past and there was no way of knowing. A lot had changed under Ivelda's rule. Most likely, she was dead or out there somewhere just trying to survive.

If she wanted to help anyone, all she could do was practice patience and be the best undercover rebel she could be! It was going to be an unusual day with no Ari to have telepathic conversations with. A part of her thought maybe he was avoiding her after her intimate moment with Asher. Well, it wasn't a kiss, kiss but it also didn't seem like something Ari would have approved of. Not a very 'lady-like' plan to engage in she surmised. She shook her head and the doubts away, sitting up to comb her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tidy up a bit. Ari said he had a lot of orders to work on at the bakery and so, she should just take his word for it. Tempeste was about to leave the bed and get ready to attend to the clinic but there came a knock at the door, 2 knocks, 3 knocks... endless knocking that demanded her attention. “Duty calls so early...” she mumbled, a yawn escaping her lips.

Before long, she found herself standing in front of Asher's door still dressed in the clothing she fell asleep in. It was a blue nightgown but she did put on a pink laced robe tied together with red ribbon as the air was a bit chilly. It didn't occur to her that it may be inappropriate to show up to a man's bedroom door dressed that way due to her naivety and inexperience in such matters. She was only focused on the fact that she had been summoned to make sure he wasn't 'wallowing because he was too pretty to be doing such a thing.' She also wasn't too far from his room, to begin with. Serving as the head of medical staff required that she had a room of her own on the grounds in the event of emergencies or observation overnight. She yawned again, covering her mouth with her hand as the other hand flipped the note she had heard all about to confirm the message conveyed to her.

”Spirits . . . Give me SOMETHING to work with here so I don’t lose what little sanity I might have.” She overheard Asher say from inside the room, causing her to chuckle a little. Clearing her throat and in case Asher had heard her, she proceeded to knock. "Good day, Sir. Is everything okay in there? Are you, 'wallowing'?" she asked with a slightly raised voice to address him from the other side of the door but maintaining a polite tone at the same time, respectful of his position as her employer. She had overheard the rumors about the former princes earning the Queen's ire so she suspected that was why Asher may have chosen to coop himself up in his room instead of working today. She didn't mind running the clinic on her own but before she did, she would adhere to Asher's possibly hungover request first. She wanted to make sure he was okay.

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The world was a cruel thing for Tyann as he rose; eyes blinking open with a bleary sort of wrath. His office, if one could even call it that, was a respite from the rest of the castle and the grounds, and was marginally attached to the stable-grounds by a singular hallway. The hall was adorned by simple, easy, yet colorful murals of all sorts of beasts. Some wore golden chains and collars, others were covered by barding of platinum, silver and brass. The murals continued into his office, and on the ceiling above his desk and chair in the barebones room, was a massive red, gray, gold and black fox with twelve tails. The fox’s face was pulled into a mouth open grimace, and from it’s maw hung a single paper lantern.

The room was dark besides, and in the darkness, Tyann’s eyes were tiny blue-green points of light. A ‘paper’ window behind him was filled with the light of the sun, and cast his form into stark contrast with the rest of the room. There was an incomprehensibly loud scrape as Tyann stood, mouth snapping open into a grimace as his head complained against the noise.
His bare feet slid forward on the ground a singular purpose filling his mind, as he strode out of the room and towards the kennels. Tyann’s hand snapped out as he grabbed his mask, tying it around his head as he moved onward. His eyes darted about before locking on Ari as he entered the space.

There was a moment where Tyann simply took in the scene before him, watching silently as Ari fed the creature and whispered both to himself and to the beast. A faint smile crossed the Beastmaster’s lips before he settled it back into a pressed line.

He audibly sniffed, focusing ever harder on Ari as his feet carried him into the kennel with the nexu. “Don’t bother. I am here. … How is young ThornPaw?” Tyann’s voice was a harsh rasp, clawed hands coming to rest on Ari’s shoulder as the masked Beastmaster came to a nearly silent crouch. A hand snaked out, grasping the nexu, ThornPaw, by the scruff as he pulled the small creature into his arms. The damned thing began to growl, opening its mouth with an intent to bite and scratch, before Tyann made a sound not unlike the ‘mrowl’ of it’s mother. The cub stilled for a moment, flinching as Tyann’s ‘claws’ pried the maw of the little beast open to peer at the fangs. When satisfied, he dropped the little thing back by its food, making another noise that seemed to set the little beast at ease.

His focus turned back to Ari as the noises left from his throat. He had spent years, YEARS, training himself under other men and women who understood beasts… And found them ALL lacking. All of them, idiots at their crafts, somewhat. Practice made perfect, and with talent like Tyann’s, practice made perfect and then some. His eyes slid over to the jar of oranges and honey, and with a bright smile, he slid his gaze back to Ari. “And that is only partly why you are the best hand I have ever hired. How does this morning find you, Ari?

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Ari smiled as he glanced over at Tyann as he spoke. He could only afford a glance as he didn’t want to be bitten or scratched by the baby. He had caught a glimpse of what it did to Raiden. Ari had been prepared to answer Tyann, but then he touched him. He always found the clawed hands interesting. He watched Tyann as he interteracted with ThornPaw. He kept a blank expression even though the scene before him interested him. Tyann had an unique way of interacting and subdubing animals. Ari began to wonder if there were ways he could improve when working with animals. He couldn’t exactly do what Tyann did. He knew treats, pets, and being gentle only went so far. Ari was brought out of his thoughts as Tyann spoke again.

“I believe ThornPaw is doing well. He is eating and drinking, doesn’t seem like he has any injuries either,” he paused before he grabbed the jar and held it out to Tyann, “Tyann, you flatter me, but I wouldn’t be the best if it wasn’t for your training.”

“Additionally, my morning is going well for a busy one. I made this treat for you today. I hope you enjoy it...How is your morning going? Will you need any of my assistance today?” he added as he looked over the contents of the jar once more. He had stuffed the jar full before he closed it.

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While everyone else seemed to be in a rush, Ivelda seemed to be the only one who was calm. In fact, she was. If anything she found it a bit amusing that there were still people who were trying to get rid of her. Now if it was anyone like her sister, Lilith, then she'd be more concern. Thinking about her younger sister brought a slight frown to her face. When she banished her along with those princesses, she honestly didn't know where she had sent her to. Oh, Lilith wasn't as powerful as she was, but she was still smart and clever. If she was still alive, she would have tried to probably stop her again. Unlike their youngest sibling, Ivelda never hated Lilith, but she had been a thorn in her side. Thankfully thorns could be removed. Not wanting to think about the past, Ivelda eyes lit up as Benedicto showed up, showing immediate concern.

"I am alive and well, Benedicto. You can thank Ryder for that. He spotted the poison just in time before I could consume it. Rhindeval owes him a lot for this day."

Like clockwork, Thaddeus was the next to arrive with his own legion of knights. Then Asher arrived not long after him. Both were ready to serve.

"I thank you both for arriving so quickly. Ryder here was the one who stopped me from consuming the poison. I just wished I had recognized it myself, but it was nicely hidden in my salad. Looks like all that's left is Adrian. Poor dear, I just sent him home yesterday too after he completed another mission for me. Seeing how he lives a hour away from here, I wonder how long it'll take him to get here."




Lucky for Ivelda, what normally took an hour to get there only took half that time thanks to Scarlett's speed and Adrian knowing a few short cuts. Adrian was a bit winded by the time he made it to the castle, which was on lock down. The gates were up.

"State your business! This play is on lockdown!" one of the gate guards said with his weapons out. Adrian looked up to see arrows pointed at him. The man sighed before turning to the guard who was just doing his job.

"I am Adrian Wells, her majesty summon me."

Finally recognizing the man, the guards allowed Adrian to pass. It was a good thing he was a frequent visitor of the palace. Seeing how tired Scarlett was, he dismounted and led her to the stables where he saw Tyann with several beasts, and it he looked like he was ready to hunt something. Nodding to the man, Adrian went into towards the horse stables and saw one of Tyann's workers, Ari.

"Ari, I had to return quickly and unfortunately I had to run Scarlett hard. Take care of her please. I know you can see to her needs. I need to report immediately but I don't know how long this is going to last. Thanks." he said before giving Ari the reigns.

With quick strides he rushed into the palace. It didn't take him long to get to the throne room. The guards recognized him and allowed him entry. Adrian, even though he was tired, knelt before Ivelda, relieved to see she was okay. He didn't even realize others were in the room.

"Forgive me for not getting here sooner your majesty. I got here as soon as I could."

"My, I am surprised you got here so quickly actually. I hope you didn't run your horse to the ground."

"Scarlett is fine. She's being taken care of. Now what do you need of me?"

"For now just stay here. Ryder, I want this would-be assassin found immediately. You said something about someone you didn't recognize in the kitchen. Summon the entire kitchen staff now!"

The last order went to the guards. Ivelda looked at her princes.

"The rest of you keep your eyes open. Ryder, you do the questioning. If this assassin is amongst this group of people. I want this person kept alive and sent to Eike immediately. I want to find out if he or she is alone. I don't want anything like this to happen again, so I will be talking with every person who works on the castle grounds. I want to make sure everyone here is faithful to me. For today we'll start with the castle staff, starting with the kitchen staff. Do I make myself clear?"

"Completely your majesty. No harm shall come to you while I am around," Adrian vowed.

Standing up, he went to the side of the room, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

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The forgiveness of his Queen brought instant relief to Ryder’s features. He looked up at her with adoration in his eyes, as it was evident that he held nothing but complete devotion for the woman before him. Bowing his head once more, he rose lithely to his feet before bowing forward, one arm tucked neatly behind his back and the other presenting his gloved hand to assist her.

”Please, allow me to assist you personally to your throne, My Queen,” he requested. When she took his hand, he felt his heart flutter, and after offering her his elbow and placing his free hand over hers in the crook of his arm, they left her chambers, six of the royal guard awaiting them outside due to the happenings of the morning. The escort followed them all the way to the throne room, two in front and two in back holding their weapons at the ready, and one on either side of their charges holding the hilts of their swords in preparation should they need to draw them.

Ryder strode the entire length of the great hall with his Queen, ever the studious Advisor, and when they reached her impressive throne, he released her hand and assisted her to her seat before bowing in respect and taking his spot at her right-hand side. His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, prepared should he need to draw it, and his gaze continuously surveyed the room, taking in each individual in turn so as to ensure the safety of the area was to his standards.

The men that he had ordered the guards and Lady to summon arrived quickly and in droves, including a few that he had not beckoned and would have been more than happy to have missed out on seeing - in particular, the slimy, over-devoted Benedicto. When his gaze settled on that man, the remnants of what could almost be called a scowl crossed his lips, but he made quick work of erasing the look from his features and returning them to the placid and emotionless state that they generally resided in. The pleasure that his Queen took in the man’s presence was the only reason why Ryder even tolerated the slug.

Sir Thaddeus and Sir Asher entered concurrently shortly thereafter Benedicto, cutting their timing a bit close to his fifteen-minute requirement - but they were on time, so he would not say anything. A darted glance at the waterclock nearest to the throne told him the time, and It was then that the royal painter arrived, a mousey looking man with a hunched back but hands that produced beauty that the gods themselves would envy. Giving the man a dark look, Ryder left his spot on Ivelda’s side, striding forward to the painter who came to a stumbling stop at the foot of the steps that led up to the throne.

”Painter! I recall my order being to arrive in no less than fifteen minutes, and yet you are the second to last to arrive at eighteen minutes! Do tell - do you care not should your Queen be killed in cold blood?” he demanded, his voice a near-growl as one of the few things to truly irk him were those with little respect to ones in a position of authority.

The man trembled, nearly dropping the supplies that he held as he juggled to keep everything upright. ”No, my Lord Veldine! I merely took some time to gather some supplies as my daughter is quite ill, and my wife no longer be with us,” he stammered out, his face red and expression terrified. His words seemed to pacify Ryder, whose expression gentled somewhat, and after a moment of scrutiny, with a jerk of his head to an empty spot a few feet away, the painter hurriedly made way to said spot, setting his easel and stand there. It did not take long for him to set up, and while he did, Ryder made certain that there were two guards standing close to his Queen in his stead so that he would be able to describe the features of the man that he saw in detail.

The painting did not take long, and the outcome was a young man, no older than twenty, with brown hair and light skin, a small splay of freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. The most identifying characteristic, however, was the dark beauty mark that rest directly below the corner of the right side of his mouth. Nodding and giving a small sound of satisfaction, Ryder slipped a hand into the satchel that till hung at his left side, quickly withdrawing a pouch that jangled softly in his palm. Tossing it to the painter, the older man juggled it for a moment before steadying it in his grasp. A quick glance inside showed more than enough gold for his troubles, and his wrinkled eyes snapped up to meet Ryder’s, a sheen of what could almost be called tears gathering in his gaze. It was clear that although he said nothing of the payment, Ryder had overpaid the man greatly so that he could afford medicine and treatment for his daughter. The man bowed quickly, several times, his voice coming out raspy with emotion as he stammered thanks to Ryder numerous times and blessed him under Ivelda. With a shake of his head and a wave of his hand, Ryder shooed the painter away, clasping and lifting the painting that he left behind.

His long legs brought him quickly back to Ivelda’s side, where he showed her the painting and pointed out the prominent and recognizable features - the beauty mark, the freckles, and the scar that went through the young man’s left eyebrow. Once she had received a good look of the man, he turned the painting and was about to lift it above his head to show the inhabitants of the room the one that they were to seek, when the final arrival - Sir Adrian - made his entry. If it were not for the fact that the man lived so far, paired with his skills and inherent abilities, Ryder would have torn into him for his tardiness immediately - but he digressed and let it slide, as there were more important matters and the man had clearly pushed himself quickly to arrive. After a brief greeting between his Queen and Sir Adrian, she addressed her orders, receiving a curt nod and a small half-bow with a murmured, “Yes, My Lady,” in instant return.

Straightening, Ryder cleared his throat and strode to forward a few steps before raising the painting above his head, turning in a slow motion so as to give each and every inhabitant of the room a good view of the man in it. ”This man in this painting is our primary suspect for the attempted assassination of our beautiful and benevolent Queen. I am tasking each and every one of you, aside from those that our Queen has chosen to entrust with other duties pertaining to this matter, with seeking out and finding this man, if it is the last thing that you do. Failure to do so will result in severe consequences to every person that has, in turn, failed her Magnificence.” His voice echoed in the hall, making it clear that Ryder was no stranger to making announcements and speaking on the Queen’s behalf as he addressed the group. Stepping back and returning to his place directly at Ivelda’s right-hand side, he placed the painting on the floor before his feet, propping it against his knees so it remained up, his one hand returning once more to the hilt of his sword.

”On Queen Ivelda’s glory, I send those of you with duties off.” With a slight tilt of his head, Ryder pivoted his peculiar gaze to a nearby trio of guards who were awaiting instructions. “My order is that one of you fetch the entirety of those that work within the stables, that are not currently searching the grounds. Bring the remaining guard with you to watch the stables while they are being interrogated. The other, I want to fetch the medical staff, and make certain to leave a note on the wings’ entrance directing all those seeking medical attention to head to the throne room and speak to the guard outside. They are to be interrogated once we are finished with the stable hands,” he instructed. Glancing at the last man in the group, Ryder motioned to the painting at his feet and then to the man. "I want you to gather as many artists as possible. I want as many copies of this painting made in as short of a time as possible, and I want them distributed throughout the kingdom as Wanted posters." His voice was firm, holding no room for argument. The men nodded, gave a sharp salute as per their training, before leaving the great hall to see out the tasks entrusted to him.

His gaze darkening as he turned, Ryder fixated it on the kitchen staff, which had been escorted in a few minutes prior as per Ivelda’s orders. They stood surrounded on each side by guards, and many of them trembled in fear of what they knew was to undoubtedly come were they to in any way be deemed suspicious. A quick glance over of the group, however, caused Ryder’s expression to grow even darker, and he took a few steps back to Ivelda’s side, leaning slightly over to murmur in her ear.

”The man that I saw in the kitchens is not amongst the staff gathered here, My Queen. It is my belief that he may have given us the slip and perhaps is attempting to find a way either out of the castle or the kingdom as a whole. I would suggest sending any available men who are not already doing so, to comb the castle interiors and grounds, as well as not only the kingdom’s streets, but perhaps begin searching within people’s homes. It is entirely possible that this young man is not working alone, and has allies within the city walls that will harbor him until it is safe enough to smuggle him out,” he explained, straightening once more. A few quick strides later, and Ryder had lithely crossed the throne room, his intense expression situated on the kitchen staff and guards surrounding them. ”Let us begin then, shall we?” he asked, his voice soft and holding a somewhat shuddering undertone to it.

With that, he pivoted on his heel and strode to one side of the throne room where an unoccupied office sat. He came to a rather abrupt stop directly beside the door, causing the group following behind to almost slam into his back. Luckily, they were able to stop just in time, the guard’s armor clanging as they fumbled to regain their footing. Turning sharply where he stood, Ryder’s eyes immediately locked on the head chef’s gaze and narrowed. ”I believe I will start with you,” he beckoned coldly, not even a hint of a smile on his face. With a swing of the door, he motioned with his arm for the older man to enter, who did so in such a way that Ryder would have laughed if he found this situation at all amusing. One would think the man was marching into a room that he would die in, the way that he almost seemed to crawl-walk into the room. Following the man inside, the door slammed shut behind the two with a loud, ominous thud.

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Ari kept his expression blank. Although, an amused smile did want to creep out thanks to Tyann’s reaction. He didn’t watch Tyann eat as he knew his people had a thing about keeping their face hidden. He knew he enjoyed them through sound. People normally only sucked their fingers clean of things that tasted good. Ari was enjoying the odd silence of his thoughts when the bells sounded. The bells ringing were not a common occurrence. He had a feeling the sound meant bad news. He stood and locked ThornPaw away as he watched Tyann run off. A soft sigh escaped his lips when he was alone before he stood up tall. He stretched quickly and decided to continue his daily duties. Unless he was needed otherwise, he’d go about his day as normal despite the bells.

Before he left the kennels though, Tyann returned. He only returned to get some of the beasts. Ari closed the empty kennels to make sure nothing that shouldn’t would enter them. Once he made sure everything was secure and in order, he went to the check on the horses under their care. He imagined the bells had disturbed them. He finished checking the other horses when Adrian appeared. He turned and smiled at him as the man spoke to him.

“Of course, Sir Wells,” he replied as he took the reins. He watched Adrian leave before he walked off with Scarlett. Diligently he took care of the prince’s horse, Scarlett. Ari made sure she was settled and had all her needs met before putting her in a stall.

“I may suggest Adrian take another horse home if you are still too tired later,” he whispered before leaving Scarlett. He had other duties to attend to even though it seemed something big was going on on the castle grounds.