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Daquan muttered a half-aloud "thank you" to Alard as Lusynndael was lifted off of him. The tiefling was blushing mildly as she was raised into the air above the squire, trying to move around her limbs in vain as she was still restrained. The squire would slowly get up, dusting off his clothes...

Lord Joel Vuldarak didn't experience the pleasure of an undisturbed sleep. It was again one of those nights where an instinctual dread loomed over him, and he felt something great and terrible will soon be afoot. Perhaps the princess would be discovered, and in an abrupt panic she would be...

Uldred would soon retire to rest himself, while his father busied himself with reviewing scout reports and other paperwork. Still, even as he forced himself to tear his thoughts away from the novice magician, there was a recurring sentiment which he pondered on. There were seemingly random...

Let is be said that when it came to staring at people in an intimidating fashion, Lord Joel Vuldarak was by no means a slouch. His icy glare, were it empowered by arcane force, could have flayed people alive. The gears of his mind shifted and turned, analysing the calamitous implications of his...

...truth, smiling at his helpful escort: - "Ahh-hah! Knew it! You have experience w- with drinks! T- that's why you drank so little. Got ya there *hic*, Al!" - his eyelids felt like they were weighted with lead, pulling themselves down in spite of his efforts. His body didn't feel like going to...

...Vuldaraks' section of the camp. - "Yes... I would like that very much. If only... if only I could get a title somehow." - he lamented. - "Stupid *hic* ranks and costumes- I mean customs... not that I mind working for success, but *hic* don't those sissies from Maelkith have better things than...

...blurting out a private detail about his affairs. At this point, his brain was beating the retreat alarm with full force. - "Sorry, Alard, you're *hic* right, pal... the nobles w- want a piece of me as is, and would bother her even mores- *hic* moreso." - he looked to Tyrania with pleading...

...couldn't allow her poor conditions to persist. - "Y- you could catch a cold, with so many holes in your clothes... p- please, take this, it should *hic* warm you." - with a few uncertain moves, he detached his wolf skin cloak (the werewolf hide was put away outside of practice fights...

...of one woman to the next? What would Aliarna think if she was here? Doubtless she would chide him, and he'd derserve it. "Um-mum... Alard... *hic*, apologies... I acted before I *burp* thank... thought. I guessed she was, you know... aggrevated- no, segregated or such. Maybe she needs a spot...

...that it was the wisest of decisions. He needed to get away from the noise, to get some fresh air. "Alard... buddy..." - he spoke up hazily. - "You *hic* are totally a girl w- with a moustache... all gentle and graceful like... *hic*, but screw that! You are cool in my book, pal... just need...

Daquan observed Alard's feminine antics with pretended neutrality. He was not used to the sight of a grown man caressing a drawing, blushing and sighing while doing so. Still, he listened attentively, and eventually he brought up how Aliarna was meant to have been signed up for the academy as...

Daquan looked at Alard with mild perplexion, before chuckling slightly. - "It must be a commonplace misconception in your academy, that the lesser one's standing, the more blunt the mind must be." - he remarked at his comment regarding his and his predecessors' so-called stuffyness. He most...

Daquan got really immersed in his little personal project, slipping out of touch with his surroundings. The hand-wrought drawing turned out rather nicely, and, since he went undisturbed for a while, even added some truly unnecessary embellishments by adding 'sparkles' to Aliarna's portrait in...

Joel plainly bit his lip at Leonard noting there was something going on between the youngsters. It would appear he was a lot more observant on the matter than his liege. It was a textbook case of love at first sight if he ever saw one. Frankly, he was about halfway certain they already got to...

As Alard brought up the difficulties in controlling magic, Daquan thought back on his time in Aliarna's water bubble and the unrepressed hazard area that resulted as a side effect. - "Oh, I can most definitely believe that." - he smirked uneasily at Alard. - "Let's just say I know someone who...

Daquan obediently laid on the ground on his stomach, waiting for the fledgeling magicians to finally get to work. He waited until he felt the spells were working out their effects on his body, and his pain began to subside. - "Daquan. To friends, simply Daq." - the squire confided in his...

Lord Joel Vuldarak was very visibly furious at the two novice magicians. - "Well guess what, Alard and whoever your partner is, you could have killed my squire, you incompetent spark-slingers! There are nobles out here who would flay your hides bare with whips for this! I'll be filing a report...

Finally, they made it. The Reddish Plains were tactically ideal for a mustering ground and an encampment site; far enough from the border to not have to worry about unexpected attacks, but close enough that the forces could be redeployed fast in the event of a preemptive strike from Maelkith...

Unknown to either of the two youngsters, even in this very moment sinister forces were conspiring against them. Robert Dietrich and a very specific changeling had a meeting in the shady confines of an abandoned monastery on the borderlands, even as the forces of Krustivan were being mustered...

Within three days of travel, the Vuldaraks have reached their homeland. It was by no means humonguous by anyone's standards - they owned two sibling villages, with their family manor set in the larger one which was more agricultural, with fertile crop fields surrounding it, whilst the other...