King Ad Rock
Abednego
Holy Knight of Azae Seraphina Aeritheos
Location:
Date: Month 6, Day 10
Time: The third hour of night (3 P.M.)
"Please let me go! I am a follower of Azae! You must be mistaken!" The woman exclaimed trying to break free from the grasp of the two soldiers beside her. Seraphina ignored the buzzing of the maiden's plea as she continued walking through the former cathedral to deliver the prisoner to the headsman, who was more than please to fulfill his duty in the name of the crazed queen.
Her armor stained with dirt and blood due to the riot that arose in response to her duty to capture the faux believer of the 'new religion of Azae' as sera liked to think of it. Surprisingly there was no deaths this time. injuries and collateral damage. She had to admit she found it amazing what people would do for a person.
Servants took quick glances at her and her ladies before proceeding to their usual routine. Her walk with filled with grandiosity, her head held high.Though she was a holy knight earning her more recognition, she was already known due to her family's history of breeding desired horses and warriors. However the warrior part didn't seem to matter. Since the queen became mental, she allowed outsiders and more poor citizens to join the knights.
After strolling through many hallways and stairwells, the small group arrived in the dungeon where the galloter was already prepping his instruments for the 'entertainment' that will occur later on that day. The Queen executions has increased tremendously in the last couple of months and the knights always has to deliver the prisoners therefore It was common to have small talks with the headsman.
He chuckled as he watched Lady Sif walk down the steps along with his new victim prior to commenting. "I see that you have brought a hysterical one. What's the verdict?" She only raised her eyebrow for him to know what the woman was convicted for, The most used one at that. "Ah, I see." Sera commanded the soldiers to release the inmate. The maiden screaming turned to sobs, shifting Sera's thoughts to sympathetic ones.
She no longer wanted to be in their presence whilst she felt regret and the urge to defy her mandate. "Tell the Queen that the infidel has been captured."
"And what about your beloved future queen, Renaria?" Teased the executioner snickering softly to himself, Knowing as well as everyone in the castle that Sera has hatred for the heathen.
"Don't ever allude that pretentious, Oblivious Swine in my presence. She's just lucky, the Queen decided to make a charity out of her." She hissed unceasingly making her way out of the revolting place.
Roadalian Successor Renaria Velouse
Location: Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 13
Time: Quarter to the seventh hour of morning (6:45 A.M.)
High up-top one of the towers to the Capital of Ashah, gazing out into rolling lands far below was a women with long thick brown hair blowing about in the stiff, cool breeze just before Dawn. The highest and most South West facing tower, in fact, overlooking the land and the huge expanse and outline of the Swazi Forest miles and miles away. Just a blip on the horizon. Here on this Tower lived the Capital's Falconry station, where messenger birds would relay important business to and from high-ranking officials, other Nation's Royalty or Rulers and Troops lining the Great Wall surrounding Roadalia's borders. And among the flocks of small, trained birds preening was one much larger bird whom rocked back and forth on a balcony ledge. An Eagle, to be exact, that belonged to none-other then the women aside it. It stretched out a large wing to run it's beak from root to tip of a spread flight feather before shuffling it's wings and stretching it's curved beak wide in a bird version of a yawn. Then the Eagle curled his head back to nestle his face into his own back feathers and promptly took a snooze, his claws tightening on the rounded railing before relaxing as his beady yellow eyes closed down.
Renaria glanced to the Eagle, and while she was alone among the flutter and half chirps of birds, did she allow herself to give him a small smile. Fingertips reaching out to brush over his head, to which the bird fluttering his wings in an excitable manner then relaxed down to snooze again. Her trained Eagle reminding her of times long ago as she ran with a fast pace through the depths of the Swazi Forest, bare feet silent as dead leaves on the forest floor swirled up from her fast pace. Grasping a hand up to swing and use a low hanging branch as leverage, the then young girl hoisted herself into a couch in one fluid motion on the thin branch which creaked, while simultaneously drawing the long bow to full strength, fingers steady as her eyes didn't even blink. Focus 100% on a spooked Buck Deer as it ran and pranced at a surprising speed. Normally one would forgo a deer as erratic and fearful as this, often time's to hard to hit with a simple Bow and Arrow amidst the hundreds of tree obstacles.
However Renaria was an exception to the rule, and an above average sized Buck Deer would be worth too hefty a price to simple leave to escape. Taking a deep, steadying breath, to avoid any unnecessary movements the girl's eyes narrowed down and with a resounding thud the arrow whistled through the air. The deer made a gurgled cry before crashing in a heap against the ground. Not only had the shot hit it's target, but downed it in one hit. Almost before the arrow had plunged into the furry beast, Renaria had slipped from the low lying branch and slung the bow onto her back as she dashed beside the creature, suddenly grabbing an antler and exposing it's neck to cut right through the creatures jugular, causing the creature a sudden and as painless death as she could manage. Then without a word the girl started to drag the beast back to her home and awaiting family.
That was the deer whose meat and hide they had showcased at the Ashah Capital on her 14th birthday. The same day she had silently left the respite of the crowds to find some peace and quiet, alone with her thoughts. The same day the Queen had blocked her exit and requested her age, to which she answered truthfully. The same day the Queen had asked her to stay, to become her Successor. The girl originally had intended to refuse her offer, she enjoyed spending her days within the Forest hunting, spending nights with her family. However it was not her place to refuse a Queen and as such she concluded it was best to simply follow along. Why the Queen took her to favor still confused the woman, she had never given her any outwards signs of adoration, of needfulness or fever pitch love. Instead always the blank face and watchful gaze, like a enigmatic statue. And yet the Queen adored her so.
Renaria took a deep breath in, filling her lungs to capacity before letting her hot breath steam up before her against the chill air. This new advisor, Miranda, seemed to be taking the spot of Renaria by the Queen's side which as a whole was fine by the woman. However, along with the new advisor came stricter punishments, relapsed laws, and a stricter devotion to the Azae Religion. One of which the girl confessed her sins often... mostly apologizing for using the Church pray time's a moment away and to herself. What she would give to escape to hunt once again. Years it had been. But with the Queen's eyes (both her own and through servants and watchful spy's) the girl knew she was never truly alone. Even now in the corner of her eye she saw the smallest of a flicker, the tell tale sign of an observer. Though she made no movement what-so-ever. Even had she asked the observer to leave, two more would no doubt take their place.
Giving one more rub at the back of her pet Eagle, before she turned on her heel and walked with complete silence. Not even her boots making a sound against the ground.
Once a hunter, always a hunter.
Descending into the huge Cathedral that was Ashah to find the Queen and keep abreast of the day's activities.
Holy Knight of Azae Thera
Location: Leer, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 11
Time: The third hour of the afternoon (3 P.M.)
There was to be another execution, ordered by Queen Gayana herself. A few devout followers of the Goddess of Azea, a bald priest and several men and woman of different ages. Thera was sent to observe the trial, and watch as they begged and prayed for their life. Their accusation varied from stealing, to non-believing, and to murder. And then the judge would find them guilty, like every other trial out there. And like most of them, they are punished with public execution.
One of them, the last to be judged, was a priest.
A bald man in his forties, he used to be known as the friendliest person in the town. That was until a girl went missing, and they found her body buried in a shallow grave behind the priest’s residence. Then they found out that she had been raped, and that before she disappeared she went to visit the priest to learn the verses of the holy book.
The verdict came almost instantly, public execution.
The gallows were built right after their trial, with a wooden podium and trapdoors. The ropes were tied and the stage was now set. Thera, an observer, could only watch as the soldiers led the criminals to the podium. The crowd was wild, cheering and clapping as the criminals climbed the podium. A child cried as the soldiers placed the rope around his head, followed by his sister of fifteen years old. Then his mother, his father, and most of the criminals that were about to be executed except for the priest, who started singing. Before anyone knew it, the criminals joined in. And together they sang the Prayer to Mother Above, with the crowds booing them.
“Calm the crowd.” Thera ordered, and her men, quickly moving, did as she told. They stood in line, surrounding the crowd and shouting orders. There was some pushing, but all that ceased as soon as the cleric walked to the podium and started singing a prayer. The crowd and the criminal joined her.
Thera was not religious, she did not believe in Gods. She found it hard, believing that there is something greater than her, that watches over her after all that she’s been thought in the past. She did learn a few prayers and hymns and verses from the holy book. Her father, who knew about this little secret of hers, told her to learn some so at least she looked like one. A believer, like the many people in front of her. She was glad she followed her father’s advice, or it could have be her standing in the podium with a rope around her neck.
Having faith in something is beautiful, that’s why she respected those who believed in the Gods. Thera watched as she finished singing and saw how the rapist priest fell on his knee and prayed. Thera couldn’t help but to wonder whether any of the Gods would listen to him after what he did.
The priest then stood, mumbling a verse as a rope was hung around his neck. Then the trap doors were opened, and their bodies fell through it. Some broke their neck and died instantly, some struggled as they slowly choked to death. Their eyes were wide with surprise, their faces turned red and then, as they slowly died out, turned pale. Their bodies swayed left to right. Left to right. Then they stopped and the crowds cheered and rejoiced before dispersing.
“Start cleaning.” Thera gave the order, and her men did as told. They cut the ropes and put down the bodies in the street, their face covered with a piece of dirty fabric, then started putting down the gallows. The cleric, a woman in her fifties with beautiful blonde hair who is in charge of this small town, approached her.
“Thera, of the Holy Knights.” She greeted.
“You know my name.” Thera paused.
“There are many knights who serve the Queen, but only one with weapons such as yours.” The cleric took a glance at her hooked blades, clipped to her belt and ready to be drawn anytime she needed to fight. “Do you know what the people call you? The Queen’s Slave.”
Another mockery to her past, a secret known to the public. Ha-ha. Thera wondered if she was supposed to smile, or laugh to please the woman in front of her. She decided to do neither, replying her with her usual deadpan face.
“What do you think of today’s trial?” The woman asked her second question.
“The Queen appreciates your help on keeping and securing the peace of the nation, by capturing the sinners and non-believers—” Thera replied, straight into the woman’s clear blue eyes, with an answer that she had burned inside her memory.
“I don’t ask what the Queen’s thinks about,” The woman interrupted. “I ask what youthink about.”
Well, that’s new. No one asked about that before, they were usually satisfied with that answer she memorized for them. She did not know what to answer or whether she was allowed to speak out her thoughts, so Thera answered with silence. The woman laughed.
“Is that your answer, or are you as quiet as they said?” The woman laughed. She stopped laughing as the soldiers started loading the corpses into the back of a horse cart, where they will be transported to a graveyard where they will be buried. “What do you think of them?”
“Criminals.” Thera gave a short reply.
“Rapist and murderer and non-believers.” The woman turned at her, a big innocent smile on her face. “Tell me, do you believe in Goddess Azae?”
No. “Yes, of course.” Thera nodded. “My father introduced me to her. Taught me how to pray and how to sing, the read the holy book and memorize verses.”
“Bless your Father, then, and please forgive me for asking such a stupid question.” The woman apologized. “I’m curious, for there has been a rumor going around that you might be... a non-believer.”
I am. “The petty and their stupid gossips.” Thera snarked, before giving a nod to her second in command who has been standing next to her for the past minute. “Are you finished?”
“Yes, ma'am!” Her second in command saluted. “We are ready to return anytime.”
Then we shall take our leave now.” Thera bowed to the cleric in front of her. “Good day, ‘mam.”
Thera and her troops went to Ashah straight away, a two-hour ride on horseback from that town they visited. They all headed straight back to the castle, a beautiful building that used to be a cathedral. They passed through the crowded streets, Thera spurred her horse and went straight toward the castle. Her troops could find their way back to their barracks. She left her horse to a soldier waiting at the front door, then as she walked inside she wondered and was trying to remember who’s in charge today or whether she need to report it directly to the Queen. Anyone was fine, as long as it was not Kira.
That girl may be the second-in-command, but she could be the first when it came to a loose screw. So blinded by her faith, drunk with prayers and mad with her belief. Oh, words could not express how much Thera hated this woman and her cronies. She never liked her, not even once. Disgusting fanaticism, and into this abyss the Queen has seemingly slipped deeper into.
Thera always talked back to her, never listened or obeyed her orders, despite knowing that she was making enemies. Which she was fine with, she was not looking to befriend those kinds of people anyway. Believing in something is important, but giving in too much has never been a good thing.
In silence, Thera continued to walk inside the quiet hallway.
Seraphina
Location: Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: The second hour of night (2 P.M.)
Seraphina walked with three guards in the vacate halls, making her way to the horse stable to receive her horse.the Ashah square was only a mile from the Castle however she wanted to arrive in haste, she had other things to attend to. She wished she had time to refreshen up. she didn't feel that it was appropriate to roam the palace covered in blood and ashes however, she maintained her supercilious stride.
Everything seemed in order as she observed her surroundings until she saw a woman with a hood traipsing around making her way to the same destination, instantly she knew who it was.
"Ah Ranaria, I see you had your little hunting trip with your pet chicken."she remarked with a devilish smirk. She was trained by her mother to be polite to everyone even enemies at a young age, not to be two face but to show that she was refined. However the pretentious heathen seemed to be the exception. Seraphina's hatred for her was known due to the fact that she declared it to the maiden numerous times before. Seraphina decided to malign her more, it was quite entertaining.
"You didn't bring an animal souvenir? Probably just shoot down an animal for no reason and left it there. Didn't give it to the chef to prep it for a meal, skin it to make a fur coat, or even beheaded it to use as decor. I thought a queen was suppose to have solicitude... I guess I was wrong." She didn't stop walking as she spoke, she needed to report to captain Janer immediately.
"Speaking of the Queen, how is your plan of calming down the prophet? I'm sure you have the situation handled." She inquired with sarcasm. She knew well enough that the Queen wasn't going to be convinced to stop anytime soon by the likes of her, only Miranda had that power. She wasn't sure what Ranaria was good for anyways. Gayana broke the law of inheriter just for that mere girl and yet she didn't see any potential. Maybe she did but not in the areas where it was needed.Either way the deed was done and there was nothing left to say. Ranaria's Responses would only be given slight scoffs and furrowed brows.
Thera
Location: Holy Knights of Azae Headquarters, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: Half past the second hour of night (2:30 P.M.)
"Captain Janer is in her chamber." The guards told her as Thera was looking around the castle, so she went straight to the captain's residence in the Holy Knights headquarters- a short walk from the main castle building. She knocked on the door of her room, announcing herself and then waited for permission to enter. When the captain gave it, Thera opened the door and stepped inside. While closing the door behind her, she could tell that there was something off about Janer. She didn't greet her like she usually did. The captain knew her long enough to know that Thera was not the most active speaker in Roadalia. Captain Janer was usually the one to start the conversation, and the one to end it too.
And tonight, Thera couldn't help but to notice that there was something off about her. Too calm, too composed.
"Speak." She said, in her usual commanding tone. She sounded distraught by something.
"As ordered, I went to Kalis to watch over the trial of criminals, in which the criminals were all found guilty, and then executed by hanging. The execution was a success." There was a long silence, which nothing but confirmed that there was indeed something strange about Captain Janer. "The criminals were found guilty of rape and murder, theft, and non-believing--"
"Tell me, Thera," The captain cut in, suddenly. She stood up from her chair, staring at her with her piercing gray eyes. "What do you think of it?"
"It?"
"The trial, the execution," Janer added. "The sins that we humans commit, the sins that we all commit. What do you think of it, of us cleansing the nation under Her name?"
Don't tell me she has fallen into the abyss. Thera blinked. "It's wonderful."
"... Don't give me that rat piss. Come on, tell me the truth. Your true opinion." Janer approached her, closing in with that huge step of hers. Thera wanted to take a step back, moving away from her gaze. She stopped right in front of them, staring down and covering her with her shadow. "Go on, tell me."
Did she find out about her secret? Thera blinked once again, realizing that her legs had opened into a defensive stance. No- Slashing Janer's throat here will make her trouble worse- and it's not like she could strike her by surprise that easily. Her position is no joke, after all.
"Like I said, wonderful." Thera repeated. "The Goddess must be pleased with what we did, under the order of Queen Gayana."
"Even if it means killing innocent people, whose only fault is not believing in the same God as we all do?"
Thera flinched. "Yes, of course."
"Good! I know I can count on you!" Janer smiled, that big smile of hers that Thera was familiar with. She grabbed her hand and shook it, while praising her highly for what she just said, and while she did she passed a crumpled piece of paper to her. Janer winked at her. "May the Goddess Azae bless you, Thera."
"May she bless you too." Thera quickly opened the note.
Sorry, I need to deceive whoever listening to us right now.
Can you meet me in the Red Swan's tavern tonight?
The ink was dry. Had Janer planned this from the very beginning? Probably, definitely.
"If I were still with the pirates, they would've had a drink instead of praying for this success. Of course, I am no longer a part of such barbaric tradition." Thera folded the paper in her hands. "Good night, Captain. I'll see you tomorrow."
Thera turned and then quickly made her way out of the room, as she usually did after reporting to Janer. Then she’ll return to her chambers and change into her off-duty equipment, with a black cloak that she’ll use to cover her entire body- just to be safe. She bowed at Janer, before closing the door of her room, and started walking toward her own chamber when she noticed someone familiar walking toward her direction- someone Thera hated so much.
"Good evening," Kira greeted- a smile on her face. "How's Kalis?" Thera nodded as an answer.
"I heard about a rumor, you know, that your Father is the one who taught you about Goddess Azea." Thera could feel her eyes widening, staring at Kira who was now grinning at her. "May She bless your Father, for showing and teaching you the correct way."
How the hell did she find out? The cleric? A bird, a spy in her platoon? As she's busy keeping her composure in front of the woman she hated the most, Kira moved closer- reaching out for her right hand.
"What are holding in your ha-"
"Not something that you should see." Thera moved her right hand away, behind her back. Her left hand was wrapped around her hooked sword's hilt. Without breaking her eye contact, she continued. "I advise you not to pry too much into my private matters."
Kira frowned, obviously unhappy with Thera's reaction. Thankfully Kira was still sane enough to know that Thera was always serious about her threat. She took a few steps back, lifting her chin as she walked away and continue toward Janer's chamber. Thera clicked her tongue, as she hurriedly returned to her own room. She took one of the lanterns in the hallway and took it inside her room, hanging it on the wall before locking the door from the inside.
Thera was glad that she had a room of her own, her own private chamber as a part of the so-called-elite Holy Knights of Azae. She took off her armors and cape, unstrapping her belt and put it aside as she threw herself onto her bed, trying to get some sleep after the long night.
She dreamt that she was the one standing on the gallows, a rope hung around her neck. The crowds were booing at her, her troops turned their back against her.
"Non believer!" Kira whispered in her ears. "Guilty!"
And the trapdoor beneath her opened, waking her up.
How long was she asleep? Enough, judging from the amount of sunlight entering her window. Thera sighed, wiping off the sweat on her face. A new nightmare that'll haunt her at night, how lovely.
I should grab some food, then head down to the library. She thought, realizing that today she did not have anything to do but the small appointment at night. Thera rose from her bed and cleaned herself, before wearing her shoulder plate and breastplate, which was more than enough for her, strapping her belt around the waist and after making sure that her hook swords were perfectly clipped by her sides, and headed out from her room.
The following was originally posted by @Zooks as a collaboration with @King Ad Rock in the previous IC
Renaria
General of the Roadalian Military, Leonard Roadalia
Location: General Leonard's office in Ashah's castle, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: The second hour of night (2:00 P.M.)
Renaria's silent steps lead her down the winding tower to the lower levels of the great Cathedral that made up Ashah's main Castle. Her mind oddly silent as she took in her surroundings. It was a habit she picked up as a child to not think or dwell on memories when alone, as to do so would mean one was not fully prepared should the need arise. Beasts of the Forest after all were fickle creatures and often unpredictable so the less her mind was wandering the more in-tuned to the current situation she was. For instance, it seemed the two fellow's intent to watch her every move figured that staying a good yard or so behind her to follow would somehow be enough to escape her ever watching gaze. She made a half chuckle and only the very edge of her mouth turned up in a smirk.
Amateurs.
They certainty would not catch much as a Hunter, that was for sure. But she played their little game for her amusement, wondering how much they were being paid to Spy. Perhaps she should find whomever was paying them to cut their fee? Her dark eyes turned then as she heard the voice of none other then Seraphina as she came down a separate corridor and their paths met at a cross junction. The smirk quickly faded to be replaced with that dull, cold and unforgiving look she was know for. Almost looking bored or moronic, except for the piercing and intensiveness of her very eyes.
She remained silent as the woman proceeded to attempt to goad her into some sort of reaction, calling her pet Eagle a chicken, and bringing back a souvenir. If only the woman who's arrogance was thick too the point of bursting knew. Had Renaria wanted to kill her, she would have been shot from a mile out long since now. In the cover of darkness, and straight through her breast into her heart. With an arrow she would buy from a Market Stall owner, rather then her very recognizable hand-crafted set. Her sword and shield nothing to the silence of an arrow straight and true.
But Renaria did not react, did not let her mind wander even a moment longer then necessary. She didn't even speak to the girl as she approached, only walked to meet her and pass her underneath the center of the massive four way corridor intersection. Although as they passed, almost brushing shoulders, her voice finally rang out soft and low. A single sound, a soft whistle. An imitation of an arrow whistling into the air at an incredible pace before The Queen's Successor reached out and let her very index finger touch at the girl's temple. Finally her head and gaze shifting to the right at her with an unforgiving gaze. "May Azae always watch over you... you will need it." she finally murmured and the very edge of her lip turned up. The only reaction she would allow the woman with a bone to pick to see. She lowered her finger and continued with strangely echo-less steps.
Her feet naturally led her to General Leonard's office of which she rapped three times to announce her arrival before she took a step back and crossed her arms at her lower back, shoulders straight and posture pristine. "General. You wished to speak to me?"
General Leonard Roadalia almost jumped at the soft sound of Renaria's words. They were not loud or sudden, but he was jumpy and sleepless. There he sat, behind his desk covered in various scrolls and messages it appeared, the General of the Roadalian Army and last living namesake of the nation. His mauve colored breastplate, decorated with the symbol for the Goddess of Azae, was undone and tossed over the paperwork.
Leonard stood and paused there by his desk, a colossal 6'10 of a man. He looked at Renaria with sullen and tired eyes through his mop of blonde hair. Sleep did not come to the General in the evening before; instead spent shouting and arguing with his love, Captain of the Holy Knights of Azae, Janer Courtine. The morning sun shone brightly through his window, accentuating his tired features.
As if he realized the look on his face lacked seriousness, his expression instantly changed to one of determination and urgency. Without a word, he motioned for her to shut the heavy door to his chambers and have a seat.
Renaria eyes did what they almost always did and roll over his entire frame. From his very bent over back, shoulders sagged and fingers idly pressed into the tabletop's surface. Those were the subtle hints she was picking up, but as her eyes lifted from his frame to see the haphazardly placed chest piece among piles of papers. Finally her ever watching gaze fell back to his sunken eyes and tired expression. She knew it was because of the Captain of the Holy Knights, but it was not her place to intervene nor to ask further on the matter. He would tell her in due time. Grasping the heavy door and sliding it closed behind her with a practiced elegance the woman took a seat across from his desk with her face still a cold feature.
Still awaiting his words, she did however motion with two fingers to tap onto her lip, then her shoulder and slowly slide up to her own ear. Wordlessly telling him of the two men who had been following her since day break, and who would no doubt surround the room in due time. "I have seen to the Falconry department today and all the flocks are in correct order. The Keeper informed me should the Queen or her advisor need a message sent, the birds have been rested well and are more then capable of making a long trek to The Wall if needed." As she said this, however, the girl grasped a feather quell from his desk and slowly grasped a spare piece of paper, sliding them both towards him with that same emotionless gaze. It was always hard to tell if Renaria could be trusted simply from her complete lack of emotions at times. Though she had confessed to the General about her concerns over the Queen's sudden shift in moods, increasing in frequency since Miranda had arrived as her council.
As Renaria passed the quell and paper to Leonard with her trademark "Dead-eyes", he couldn't help but snicker. Renaria was a bit of an oddity in the capitol. Many called her the "Queen's pet" behind her back, but Leonard always found her fascinating. He couldn't help but think, in a different world...
She was smart enough to know that she was being followed, always under the watchful eye of Queen Gayana. With no hesitation, she used their hand signals they had practiced in the months before to be able to communicate without being heard by the royal spies. Her idea to use these signals, coupled with her expression of concern over the Queen's changed moods since Miranda's arrival gave Leonard the assurance she should be invited to what was to transpire later that evening.
He did not take the writing utensil, instead passing Renaria an already written note across his desk; pushing the clutter out of the way as he gave her a knowing smile. After Renaria grabbed the folded piece of paper and began to open it, Leonard collapsed into his cushioned seat.
As you know, we cannot speak.
Can you meet me in the Red Swan's tavern tonight?
Renaria's eyebrow actually lifted as the General handed her an already folded piece of paper, like he had planned this from the very beginning. Or rather, the news was that important he couldn't risk it getting out in the open. As she peeled the sheet wide her eyes quickly flicked over it before she looked back to him and made a curt nod. Although her eyebrows narrowed just a fraction as he suggested a tavern of all places.
It made sense, loud sounds of musical instruments would leave them open to have a full discussion. Hiding in plain site as it where. Though the name of the Tavern he mentioned was not ringing any bells, so her eyes had to narrow thoughtfully. Was it one of those black market taverns that sold liquor or abandoned long ago? Regardless she didn't like the hairs on the back of her neck standing up but if he insisted...
She gave him a much firmer nod as her eyes drifted down again and she slid his tabletop candle towards her, putting the paper above the flame to burn the evidence. Then she flashed him a strangely soft smile as he half collapsed into the seat.
"You need rest, General. Why don't I stand in your place and control the Roadalian Army today? The Queen has taught me the intricate nature of all sectors to the Roadalia Queendom, I'm sure keeping tabs on your soldiers will be easy enough. And if there are any issues I can always have a messenger find you?"
Leonard shook his head wearily while he gave her a curt, "No". Realizing that might come off ruder than he had intended, he expanded, "I mean, No Ms. Velouse, that will not be necessary. I know that I may look a wreck, but I can assure you that I can handle everything." While still leaning back into his chair, Leonard let his hand graze the beautifully engraved front door to one of the cabinets of his desk. He pushed gently on it, sliding the door inward and revealing a secret compartment with an ornate glass bottle of red liquid and several pristine wine glasses.
Everyone has their secrets, and this was one he knew the spies would dare not bother reporting on. He pulled the bottle from the hidden cabinet and proceeded to pour himself a generous glass, pausing only when he noticed Renaria's gaze upon him. He chuckled a bit wildly to himself, both at the hour of his choice of drink, and the peculiarity of the situation. While placing another glass in front of Renaria before sipping from his own, he spoke, "Do you drink wine Ms Velouse? Might as well have a small glass, for today and the coming weeks will be full of fiery stress." Leonard toasted the air, to no one in particular before swigging the contents of his glass down. He had no idea how darkly accurate he was.
Renaria watched his curt nod and sharp response and the tiniest flicker of a smile graced the corner of her lips. She never expected him to actually hand over control of the army but an offer was an offer after all and she felt obliged considering how tired the man seemed. Of course her eyes narrowed down as she watched him procure some wine from his desk drawer. Now that was something new, though she had seen the Queen herself have a glass or two in years past with dinner when things seemed bleak or particularly troublesome.
As with most things to do with Renaria, despite her being the Successor to the Throne, she never felt it her place to comment nor dismiss anyone's choices regardless if it was against the Rules or Regulations, or even Scriptures. To each their own. Perhaps it had to do with her more humble upbringing. Now she didn't mind him drinking but then he offered her a glass. Naturally she was disgusted with the idea, having grown up watchful and a Hunter she always wanted to have the sharpest mind and quickest reflexes.
However....
"I do not General.... but... if you insist..." She answered and for once her eyes broke their fierce gaze as she peered towards the tabletop. It was momentary and while he was busy filling her glass he may have missed it, but for a second she looked visibly shaken. Worried even. Something just didn't feel right and had since that Miranda woman had showed up. She felt like she was a spooked animal, overly edgy for no reason.
She lifted the glass to her lips, her inexperience with the liquid showing as she gulped it down heavily then made a face of disgust as it burned sliding down her throat, pushing the now empty glass back towards him. "Um... Thank you for... the offer Sir... But... You can keep the last of it..." tongue lolling out in a rather funny manner from a third person perspective. An odd face for someone usually so stern.
Leonard's chuckle from before had now become a full blown laugh at Renaria's disappointment in the flavor. "Yes, it is an acquired taste. One that most Roadalians will never get a chance to acquire." He put his glass down on his final word. He did not want to get too inebriated, just something to calm his nerves before being in the presence of Miranda. It was the only way he would be able to do so, and not stick his golden sword through the belly of that witch.
"I know you just got here and I wish we could converse more, but believe it or not, I have a meeting with the Queen and Miranda later today." With that said, Leonard put his finger up slowly to his lips in a hushing gesture.
Renaria still had that half grossed out look on her face. She tried very hard to regain some of her renown composure but the liquid was so dry and it literally burned her throat and tongue oddly. Licking her lips briefly her eyes settled down for a moment as she started to feel oddly warm. Her attention drew back when he mentioned a meeting with the Queen and Miranda before her own eyes narrowed down seriously. She nodded quickly and with that the women stood, probably a fraction too fast as her chair groaned while it slid across the wooden floor. The noise making her wince as she was never one to make a loud noise, ever.
"Alright, General. If that is all you need of me I shall let you be." Pointing her finger towards the ceiling and making a quick circle before dropping that hand fast to the floor, telling him she'd meet him after dark at the Tavern he had specified earlier. She turned on her heel but her foot stepped out suddenly on reflex as her body unnaturally lent to the side more then it should have.
The woman blinked as she straightened, taking another step which seemed only a fraction more solid then the one beforehand, confusion littering her normally expressionless face. The poor dear had never drunk alcohol before and wasn't aware she was tipsy after one drink. Though she wasn't adverse to the warm fuzzy feeling in her tummy.
She didn't even consider how funny her stagger may have looked to General Leonard.
With that the woman silently left the room but closed the door a fraction too loud behind her, hearing the hinges shake and groan.
Seraphina
Location: Holy Knights of Azae Headquarters, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: Half past the second hour of night (2:30 P.M.)
She scoffed at how proper Ranaria wanted to act, though she did sense the Sass. 'Always trying to be something she's not, Sif thought. She didn't return the gesture since she could care less about what Azae did especially if it didn't benefit her. She use to be so religious.Praying every night and day for years but they were never answered. She found it was better to get things done on her own, never gave her false hope.
She walked quietly to the horse stables to retrieve her black stallion with large, Dark expressive eyes set wide apart. She patted it on the back before calling out the name"Avila". Instantly the high spirited horse eased itself for Sera to climb onto him. After, clicking her tongue they were off.
It was expected for them to arrive within minutes since the caretaker was already awaiting her entry. She tossed him a small poach of silver pieces whilst jumping off to ensure that Avila was taken care of better than the rest, He was an expensive treasure after all. the servant happily took the leash from her hand to escort the horse to its usual stable. Sif sighed softly with a firm gaze at the Headquarters. She knows that the knights usually slept and spent their leisure here but she had never done so herself. She only entered her private chambers when it was necessary or if she anticipated a long day ahead which was quite rare. She had a luxurious estate of her own not too far from the capital. Why the hell would she voluntarily want to rest here?
Sera went her common route to her boudoir, leaving her door ajar. She removed her armor to personally cleanse it from the filth of the village. She took pride in her work, making sure her breastplate shined after she was through with it. Alas her concentration was disturbed by the various footsteps of the attendants holding fruits,cheeses, breads,and a goblet filled with water. "My Lady, We have brought the food you've requested." One of them announced. Sera only gave them a quick flick of her wrist prior to them closing the door and placing the food and drink beside her, quickly filimg themselves before her when they were done. "What is it that you want? I would expect you to have something new to report, if you had to make an excuse to enter without doing anything suspicious. Go on, I'm all ears." Seraphina said as she took a slice of bread, preparing to take a bite.
"Last night Captain Janer and General Roadalia were involved in a heated argument in the captain's room. It was about the Queen and the decision potential decision to revolt against her. I could only get a grasp of their interaction but they have decided to meet at the Red swan Tavern at midnight. They agreed to inform few including Thera and Ranaria." Seraphina was surprised to hear that the leaders of the country was against their Queen so soon but of course it was expected. Only a handful had loyalty now-a-days however she was still intrigued. "You are sure of this?"
"I swear it on my life." He announced in a hushed tone, perfoming bow to her as did the others shortly after. A smirk appeared on her face as she rose up and graced her way to a compartment. Inside it was a medium chest full of money that she had for times like this. She took a plethora of gold, giving them an even amount, watching their eyes gleam with wonder.
Seraphina bribed everyone for information and support. From the soldiers to the maids, They all worked for her. She went far enough to forming a group of young and beautiful women that are trained and polished to sleep with important noblemen and report back to their mistress about information involving secret meetings, changing written contracts,changing personal opinions, agreements, and political interests. Money and Knowledge was power and she surely had that.
"My My My, the Queen is in tragic times. Surrounded by Wolves in sheep's clothing but I will make sure that this is all taken cared of. I want one of you to tell the owner to keep a close eye on their discussion and order the waiters to do the same." They nodded as they began to exit out with their pockets filled with coins. She didn't plan to report her findings to the Queen, she needed to know more. She planned to personal go to the Tavern and hear their plots with her own ears.she was sure that her title will be promoted and she would finally be acknowledged after she reveal the truth. For now she had to be patient. All good will come to those who wait.
Roadalian Queen Gayana Dasa, Miranda, and General Leonard Roadalia
Location: Ashah Castle, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: The third hour of night (3 P.M.)
“Not who she says-“
“NOT FIT!”
“Goddess..”
“FIXIT! FIXIT! FIXIT!”
“Wasn’t suppose to be you-“
“None of it’s real.”
“Your father tried the bes-“
“NOT GOOD ENOUGH! FIXIT!”
“Real?”
“FUCKING BITCH!”
“She’s not-“
“Save them from sin”
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”
“It’s in the back, it’s in the back, it’s in the back”
“Who she says-“
“They don’t trust you, nobody trusts you..”
“You know what you want to do to them.”
“She’s not-“
“FUCK!” YOU DUMB CU-“
“How could she know it all?”
“IF THE SIN IS PUNISHED THEN ONLY THE TRULY RIGHTEOUS WILL BE REBORN! SCRIPTURE 110”
“She is-“
The voices ceased once Gayana felt the delicate touch of Miranda’s hand on her shoulder, as they always did. The slight weight of visionary’s fingers brought her back to reality. The middle aged half Kildran; half Nomasdae ruler opened her closed and concentrated eyes and gave an attempted smile up at her younger, more beautiful counterpart.
Miranda stood behind and to her side in the majestic throne room. Sunlight shone through the stain glass windows that depicted holy scenes from the Book of Azae.
The castle itself was no castle, but an old cathedral converted to living quarters for the ruler of the nation, done so by a predecessor of Gayana’s long ago to be closer to the Goddess Azae. The throne room itself used to be the bedchambers for either the head cleric or Head Priest Gayana could not remember which. Although she did believe it was quite too large and lavish for somewhere to sleep. Perhaps even too much for a throne room.
The Queen sat in her stone throne, cushioned with the finest feathers and softest cotton in Zeldwa. Balanced on her adorned armrest was glass of water that she shakily took a sip of. Her body was aged, but still showed the firmness from her years as a Holy Knight. She was to have her first meeting in weeks, finally feeling strong enough and up to the task with her confidant Miranda by her side. General Leonard would be arriving at any moment. He had never kept her waiting in the years prior to Miranda’s arrival, and she did not expect him to do so now.
As if on cue, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridors of the cathedral castle, indicating a heavy bodied presence getting closer. General Leonard entered from one of the side hall entrances with a brisk pace, and stopped right before his majesty and the infamous Miranda.
“For the Goddess.” Leonard almost growled while placing his palm across his heart in the usual religious salute for the country. He was already having trouble hiding his anger at being in Miranda’s company.
“For the Goddess.” The two women responded almost in unison. Against the stonewalls in the back of the throne room shadows danced, but Queen Gayana ignored them.
“You wished to see me, your grace?” Leonard got right to business. It had been nearly a year since he had last stood before the Queen. He used to be one of her most trusted advisers, even during her times of mental trouble. But Miranda’s arrival in Ashah had changed all that. It had changed everything. He didn’t care about exchanging pleasantries; especially not in front of the woman he referred to as some kind of “witch”. Queen Gayana had other plans.
“Leonard, it has been too long.” She paused and stared at him with an affection showing in her eyes. She seemed joyed, yet sad at the same time.
“Yes, well…” Leonard attempted to keep his composure. Perhaps he did have a bit too much to drink earlier. “It has been by no intention of mine.” Though he tried to hide it, his feelings showed through the inflection in his words.
Interrupting the awkward reunion, Miranda spoke “The Queen needs more men and women in Roadalia’s Holy Army, this is why-“
“Yes Leonard,” The Queen interjected. “The time has come to conscript soldiers into the service of the Goddess. We need more bodies to man the wall.”
“I don’t understand. Almost the entire standing army is currently watching the wall and has been this entire year, per your orders, your grace.” Leonard looked both annoyed and confused at this request. He stood there with his perfect posture, trying to understand why he was being asked this.
“This is what the Goddess Azae has shown the Queen. She needs her people to defend the holy land that is Roadalia. No expenses can be made. The truly devout will know it is a great honor to be asked to serve both the Goddess and the holy Queen." Miranda spoke with such prose. Where did she come from? Who was she?
“I’m sorry, do you speak for the Queen as well as fill her head with nonsense?” Leonard could hold his tongue no more. He finally broke his gaze with the Queen and let his glassy blue eyes fall on Miranda despite how unsettled that made him feel.
“Such insolence!” Miranda retorted, almost mockingly.
“Miranda, please.” The Queen interrupted, still showing some sign of backbone that Leonard remembered her for having. She continued on to him, “Leonard I know it has been too long…” Gayana trailed off. The voices came roaring back in an inharmonious symphony.
“REBELLIOUS! TRAITOROUS!”
“Can smell the wine from here-“
“This is what-“
“None of them love you.”
“You get.”
“SHUT UP!”
“I HAVE SPOKEN TO AZAE. I HAVE SEEN MY PAST LI-“
“Why is-“
“You have been chosen”
“None of them love you. None of them love-”
“They all must die to escape-”
“It like this?”
“Why did she pick me? The others were better”
“UNFIT! UNFIT!”
“If father could-“
“Blood”
“Azae isn’t real. None of it’s real.”
“AND THE HOLY WALK WITH HER HAND IN HAND TO BE REBORN AGAIN ANEW FIRST VERSE, BOOK OF COUSWA!”
Gayana tried to hide it. She had gotten good at it over the years. Ignoring them despite the shouting and echoing, somehow managing to get her own words out.
“Please Leonard, thirty-five thousand men is not enough. You must believe us when we tell you that we must prepare for the future. You must believe me.” She pleading with these last words. In this brief moment, she desperately needed one of her loved ones approval.
Leonard did his best not to frown, although he was never good at hiding his emotion on his face. Both his own men, and Janer told him almost on the daily. He could finally see just how bad his beloved leader had gotten. The bags in her eyes, and the slight twitch in her face showed she was just barely holding it together. And there stood the dreaded Miranda by her side. Although her lips were straight and tight, Leonard could swear he could see a glimmer of a smile in her eye.
“And how am I to go about this ‘conscription’?” Leonard questioned.
“The first born male of every family of at least sixteen years of age shall be sent to the major cities and the capital to enlist.” Miranda answered for the Queen yet again. Gayana had her eyes closed once more, appearing to be willing something away.
“Ah, just like the Vendel Decree in Kildra. Are we to be like the heathen Kildrans now, my grace?” Leonard was beginning to raise his voice. “Gayana, it’s been a year since I’ve seen you. You call me to the castle out of the blue and you ask me to start forcing children into our army and give me no explanation?” Leonard stared again at Miranda. “Can we please speak alone, without her?”
“Watch your familiarity, General!” Miranda sternly barked.
“You watch your mouth, you damn witch. I have known the Queen since you were probably suckling at your mother’s teat!” Leonard could not control his rage at the situation any more. The silent and helmeted guards along the stonewalls noticeably tensed up.
“Leonard! You are speaking to the holy visionary!” Gayana finally broke from her haze and shouted.
“What is this holy visionary nonsense? If you are the ‘Prophet’ then why is she the one who receives these so called visions? Why are you, the Queen, following her commands?” Leonard seemed proud of his assertion. Gayana turned to Miranda seemingly for an answer.
“The Goddess bestows the visions to me, but it is up to the holy Queen to interpret them and lead the chosen people to salvation. The Goddess led me here so I could tell her my visions. She is the true prophet. I command nothing.”
“You demand a lot for someone who commands nothing. This all sounds like horse shit!” Whatever calm demeanor the General was able to keep over himself was washed away with those words. Perhaps he did have a bit too much to drink. His blood was rushing now as the pace of his heart quickened.
Miranda looked right into the eyes of Leonard and in almost a half whisper said words that only made sense to him,
“Boy watch your tongue, or mother will cut it out!” For the first time in the meeting, Miranda truly smiled. Gayana looked over at Miranda with a bit of confusion on her face.
“What did you…?” Leonard looked stunned. His eyes widened and his mouth became agape, He trailed off and if one could get a closer look, they would see him beginning to slightly tremble. The words echoed over and over again inside of his head, but they slowly changed into a voice he hadn't heard for years while they repeated. He tried to gather himself and continued on to the Queen.
“Yes, your grace. I will begin plans immediately.” The change in his tone was very obvious. With that said he gave one more glare at Miranda, more to psych himself up for the future then to intimidate her. She didn’t seem the type that could be. Then he turned his heel quickly and marched from the throne room, his heavy steps echoing against the walls. When the steps were finally no more. And the sound of the main entrance could be heard opening, Miranda spoke out again to Gayana,
“His devotion worries me, your majesty."
Gayana stood, ready to have her nap, and hoped the voices found their slumber as well. To her side shadows only she could see danced wildly against the walls and religious paintings. There was no candle burning for it was daytime. "Leonard's ancestors fought and created this land. He has always been a trusted friend and confidant. He is just angry at the distance I have had to put between myself and my subjects." She spoke a bit too loudly, probably trying to yell over the cacophony in her head.
"The time may come, your majesty, when the Goddess will test your faith, and that of those closest to you. It is then you will know who your true friends are." For some reason Gayana immediately felt the need to see Renaria. But Miranda had told her they must spend these times apart while many in the nation are being tested for their true mettle, possibly even Renaria herself.
The following was originally posted by @Robyn Banks as a collaboration with @too much idea in the previous IC
Seraphina
Thera
Location: City streets of Asah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: Quarter to the twelfth hour of night (11:45 A.M.)
The sun has set, the time for the meeting is approaching. Thera has spent her entire day looking for the Red Swan tavern, which she finds hidden in a cramped alley south of the castle. Now all she need to make sure that she arrived there safely, without being followed. So she pretended to be exhausted after walking around the town for a whole day, ate dinner and go to sleep early. She locked the room's door and turned off the lantern as soon as she dressed for tonight's meeting. She decided to wear nothing but her breastplate, a black cloak to hide her identity and the hood to cover her face. And then, her trusted hook sword clipped to the belt around her waist.
As soon as the dark cloud covered the moon, Thera opened the window of her room and climbed out of the wall. She carefully grabbing the frame of her window as she stood on the stool, closing the window with her feet before glancing back. Then Thera jumped to a tree located next to her window. When Thera grabbed one of the branches- a loud crack could be hear, but the branch held on. Thera sighed in relief, as she dropped herself down to the ground and quickly fled out of the area into the town.
~~~
Tonight's the night. Silent and motionless, Dark yet Dimly illuminated by a soft glow of a lantern that briskly disappeared. Seraphina stayed behind a bush crouched the same way she was 2 hours ago. Waiting for something to occur, Waiting for her next move. It wasn't long after until the natural glimmer of the moon was covered by cloud and her prey made her escape.
She watched Thera jump on a tree to cause a loud crack. while Thera sighed in relief, she did as well. Sif needed her to make sure the meeting occur. If not the others would be suspicious. She was dressed in peasant clothing with her hair rolled up in a bun,covered in a little too much makeup than her liking. She thought it would be best than to roam around in her clacking armor.She made sure that Thera continued her route to the Tavern before following in a safe distance.
~~~
Passing the guards on patrol was easy, they are too busy chatting about woman and card games. The soldiers are becoming too lax, too soft, and too relaxed as they are trained and grew up in such a peaceful time. Thera pitied them, they are like lambs that are released in an open field and had to defend against the wolves on their own.
She waited until the time is perfect, when the soldiers are looking away, before rushing out of the gate and hopped into the darkest alley she saw. The main road is too risky. She continues her journey.
~~~
She watched Thera pass by the guards when they weren't looking as softly snickered to herself, observing the knight as she jumped into the darkest alley. Sera figured she wouldn't need to go through all that trouble. She looked like a lady of the night might as well act like one.
She walked towards the guards with a flirtatious smile and which caused the men to silence themselves and watch her go pass. She felt violated by their long stares but didn't say a word. She creeped into the alleyway thankful that Thera chose to take the darkest path, making it easier for her to lurk in the shadows. She knew it wouldn't be long til they arrived.
~~~
Something, or someone, is following her. She could sense her presence, following her closely like her own shadow. Is it the spy? The Queen's? Or Kira's? She needed to lose them, or if she can't do that- silence them and throw their body to the gutter. She saw a junction in front of her, so she speeds up and took a sharp turn to the left, then took a right, running as fast and as quiet as she could before taking another sharp turn to the right and leaned against the wall- quietly hiding in the shadow.
~~~
Sera paused as Thera began to sped up and take a sharp turn. 'She knows', Sera thought. Sera decided it was best to not be seen by Thera. She wanted to make sure that everyone was Oblivious to her knowledge. She walked to the right, presuming that she could rejoin Thera when she arrived at the Tavern.
She made her way to the Tavern alone with her own thoughts. A few minutes passed until she arrived at her final destination. The Tavern looked cramped behind the alley. It was well hidden by trees which was perfect for her to skulk. She peeked inside to see captain Janer already seated at a table. Though she covered herself in a cloak, it was easy to identify her by her frame. In Seraphina's opinion, cloaks did nothing but make you look suspicious.
Sera decided to hide herself among the various plants that grew over the years and her only way to see inside the abandon Tavern to be a small window. She waited patiently for the other military personnel to begin their conspiracy.
~~~
The presence was gone. Seems like she managed to shake off whoever was tailing her, though Thera is not so sure. She's a fighter, all she know is to fight and not to deceive. She walked out of her hiding and hastily find her way to the tavern. Abandoned and cramped, many people passed thinking that it's just another run down building in the city.
She knocked on the door, and walked inside the tavern.
Renaria
Location: Ashah Castle, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 14
Time: The fourth hour of night (4 P.M.)
Renaria made her way through the halls of the Cathedral doing as much as she was able to as a Successor to the Roadalia throne. At least, everything she was able to help the Queen that Miranda hadn't already been privy to. Mostly it was meeting with High Court Officials to sign off wavers on ownership of lands, stamps and approvals of Marriages, interstate goods transfers, documents on people requesting entry into Roadalia for various reasons, mostly for business that was either approved or deigned with a flick of her wrist and a feather quill in hand. Or a sealed red stamp plastered with the Queen's seal.
The most mundane of tasks where left for Renaria and had been increasing so since the Queen's health had been failing. It was only really with The General, Janer of the Holy Knights, Renaria and Miranda that the Queen even saw to these days, and only for the most pressing of matters. Even evening meal times with the Queen were a thing of the past. And despite the woman not ever holding the same kind of adoration that The Queen seemed to hold for Renaria, the Hunter couldn't help but feel slightly saddened over this. The Queendom was awfully large after all, and a woman signing off endless piles of paperwork was both boring and lonely.
She glanced out of the window with a heavy sigh as it was near to midday, a man in a hurried voice expressing his absolute DIRE need to bring a caravan of Carpets and rugs at a discount price and as much as she tried to keep her normal stone lackluster expression she couldn't help but close her eyes for a second as a soft sigh escaped and she flicked her wrist. "Yes. That is fine. The Goddess bless thee in your endeavor." Even as she sent him off another fidgeting woman ran in not a moment afterward screaming about some trouble of her neighbor stealing her crops for the winter. Renaria let her fingertips run over her temple and eyebrow before letting them slip over her eyes to shut them for a moment. 'Maybe I should ask the General for more of that...Wine he was offering this morning. Lord knows how anyone gets by in this place without an absence of some sin...' She waved a hand. "Half half, Azae watch over you." The woman, of course protested but was lead away by some Military men. Here another council member attempted to enter but she stood up slowly from her room and silently approached him. "Forgive me Sir for I must see to this pressing issue another time.." And leaving the man with cloth clutched in his hands still, she walked straight past him and back down the lonely echoing halls.
Her feet took her around the entire Cathedral, to the Church to find some solace. While is was as boring and quiet as the rest of the Capital, here at least she would not be followed by democrats or spies even. Alone to imagine a life not cramped in a room filled with stuffy men and women. A life how she had always wished, running through the Forests to catch game, to hunt deer and bears. A life she dearly missed. Her footsteps without a thought reaching her before The Queen's very own study. She stood there for some time simply before the huge, closed in door with a hand half outstretched. Waiting. Not sure what for, a sign perhaps? Confirmation she could see the Queen herself? But what if-
As if to her thoughts the door swung wide and none other then Miranda herself was there, standing before her. The hunter slowly let her hand drop as her piercing gaze held the woman. "The Queen is busy." Miranda had stated in a cold tone. And Renaria peered at her with the same intense gaze the other woman was giving her. You could almost feel the tension with a knife in the air. Not a flick of a movement between the two, and the same piercing, expressionless stare. Like Predators, eyeing off a wounded Prey. After an unmeasured amount of time, The Hunter finally let her eyes slip closed and turned on her heel without a single word. She knew even had she asked to pass a message, it would never be received. Her footsteps echoing against the huge Cathedral halls if she were to make a sound. Which she never did.
The following was originally posted by @King Ad Rock as a collaboration with @Kayso, @Robyn Banks, @Zooks, & @too much idea in the previous IC
Captain of the Holy Knights Janer Courtine, General Leonard Roadalia, Holy Knight Arturia Vanguard, and Holy Knight Amber Genelynne
Roadalian Head Priestess Azria Rohodege
Holy Knight Seraphina Aeritheos
Holy Knight Thera
Roadalian Successor to the throne Renaria Velouse
Location: Abandoned Red Swan Tavern, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 15
Time: Half past the twelfth hour of night (12:30 A.M.)
[SIZE=12pt]Leonard stood with his back against the tavern door so no one could enter. A small lantern in the middle of the unkempt wooden floor dimly lighted the abandoned establishment. The floor had an old and faded red stain near the bar counter, possibly blood. Cobwebs were in every dark corner. Tattered curtains still hung in the windows blowing in the wind, but giving them a bit of privacy. The place had the musty smell of old alcohol, more then likely soaked into the wooden floors and tabletops. Many were turned over or broken, but one still stood in near perfect condition save for the dust, with Captain Janer sitting at it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She had a stern and concentrated look on her face for she was halfway through an argument with her secret lover. The moon shown brightly in the Roadalian sky outside the building. Nothing could be heard but crickets chirping their songs.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Because what you are suggesting… It is not only treasonous, but it is insane” Leonard barked. His own eyes were closed as well in agitation. He had his well-toned arms crossed over his chest. He had stripped of his official armor earlier in the day and was now clad in a dark gray shirt, the darkest top he owned, and a loose fitting pair of black slacks. A brown cloak adorned his shoulders, complete with a heavy hood that was currently down. He dressed to blend in with the night. Janer had playfully mocked him on his entrance, saying he read too many books. She was still fully dressed in Holy Knight armor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“And what are our options Leonard? Hm?” Janer countered. She had taken off her gauntlets and had her bare hands over her brow. “If what you say is-“[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I’m not sure what I heard.” Leonard interrupted.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Oh, now you do not know? I need you to have a spine Leonard. The country needs you to have one.” Leonard did not answer, but only let a look of hurt wash over his face. He opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off by the soft sound of knocking on the door behind him. With the look of hurt instantly gone, Leonard locked eyes with a serious looking Janer before turning to open the door.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The door swung open and Thera is greeted by a man she did not expect to meet here. Her eyes go wide as she laid them on General Leonard, one who could very well be the second most important person in the kingdom. What is a man as important and as influential as he is doing here?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She did not ask, she knew she'd find out about it soon. She walked inside the tavern, closing the door behind her and waited like the good soldier she was.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]General Leonard allowed Thera into the tavern. She waited by the door without a word, her soldier's posture near perfect with her spine straightened. Many In Roadalia found the Parshumian to be an oddity and another one of the Queen's pet projects, but Leonard knew she was cunning, fierce, and above all, loyal. It was, after all, his idea for her to be at the meeting. Janer had actually protested at first, but Leonard insisted and assured her she could be trusted. The Captain countered with a sneering "So you know my women better then me now?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Do not worry Thera, we shall be alright. Many in the area actually believe this place to be haunted,” Leonard mocked. "It's usually avoided by the locals."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"It is why we chose this location." Said Janer from her seat at the only table. "Come Thera, sit." It sounded more like a command then a request. She motioned to the empty bench seat beside her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Thera wanted to refuse. It doesn't feel right, sitting and drinking with her superiors and people whom she respected. But seeing the expression on her face and listening to the tone of her voice, Thera gave in. She approached the table and sat next to her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria had spent her whole day dodging officials, duty men, military personal, and praying. Admittedly the pray was more to pray for forgiveness for using the solitude to collect her thoughts rather then actually praying for salvation. Nighttime soon approached and wordlessly Renara dressed herself in something akin to a regular citizen's plain dress which rested at her shins, though she still wore her travel leather boots. Her bow slung over her shoulder hidden under the huge cloak she wore and quiver tucked on a belt at her hips. She pondered leaving it behind but thought against it.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Her silent footsteps leading to the run down building. She rapped three times in much the same manner as she had at the Generals office, and once the door swung wide Renaria cloaked figure may have given off a threatening appearance. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Would have, if the woman didn't raise her face just enough to have her piercing gaze rest on The General with what looked like the tinest of a coy smile gracing her lips. Voice so quiet it may have been a soft breeze blowing through. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"...You should stand guard at run down Taverns more often...the role suits you..." She held his gaze as she stepped inside and past him before that same smile faded almost instantly as she stood before Thera and Janer. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Janer...Thera.... It is good to see you. Or, at least, it would be if the circumstances were not so dire." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]A familiar rhythmic knock came on the tavern door. Leonard cautiously opened it again to find Renaria, clothed in a similar cloak as his own. He now felt less silly then he did when Janer made her remarks earlier. She smiled and looked deep into his eyes as she walked inside and opened her mouth to speak,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"...You should stand guard at run down Taverns more often...the role suits you..." There was a hint of flirtation in her voice.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Err I, um... Yes! I mean err.. Thank you? Um.." Leonard was visibly flustered. He cleared his throat twice. Janer let out a short, loud, and unabashed laugh. For just a split moment, Leonard shot daggers at his lover. "Yes, well I would not be here if I did not have to be." He realized that Renaria was still standing and waiting by the entrance. He quickly rushed over to one of the chairs that were turned over in the corner of the tavern and brought it upright. With a furious patting of his hand, he wiped away the large amounts of accumulated dust on its seat. The clouds flew up into his face and made him cough a few times. Janer just shook her head from her seat.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Please have a seat." Said Leonard.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria noticed immediately that The General chose to wear a similar outfit to what she was, and had she been capable of more facial expressions she might have made a chuckle and a grin. But instead only the very corner of her mouth turned up and a bemused look stayed in her eyes. The guy looking so flustered after such simple words entertained her to no end, and she watched as he hurriedly upturned a chair and brushed the dust off. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Thank you kind Sir..." Even imitating a cute little curtsy holding the very corner of her dress, which looked only more amusing from the completely straight face. Often times her sarcasm or humor completely going over others head. In a way being here with this group, and not alone in a large dining hall felt oddly like her normal home and she found herself missing it suddenly as she took her seat with a completely straight back. Renaria heard the sharp tone in Janer's voice and her piercing eyes stayed onto her. She didn't like not knowing the situation, especially considering she was Successor to the Throne, but that was only natural with the Queen refusing to see her these days. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria turned to Captain Janer and Thera, "Janer...Thera.... It is good to see you. Or, at least, it would be if the circumstances were not so dire." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Dire doesn't begin to describe what had been going on." Janer retorted with the slightest bit of anger noticeable in her voice.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Maybe we should wait for the others before we begin Janer." As if on cue a thunderous knocking almost burst the tavern door open. The sudden noise made Leonard almost jump out of his skin.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"HELLOOO! WE'RE HeRE FOooOR THE SEeeCRET MEEeeTING!" A booming voice slurred through the door. It was instantly followed by another, more restrained voice,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Shut up, you imbecile!" Without hesitation Leonard swung open the door, revealing two more Holy Knights of Azae, both dressed in their Holy Knight formal wear. An obviously drunken Amber Genevieve was being held up by a struggling Arturia Vanguard. "General, I apologize, but do you think you could help me out here?" Asked Arturia. Amber Genevieve was no small woman. The red headed Kildran was almost as tall as Leonard and possibly just as built, and was draped over the shoulders of the much smaller Arturia. Leonard instinctively went to remove Arturia's physical burden, but stopped the moment Janer stood to her feet and shouted,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Amber Genevieve! Are you drunk!?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Amber took her oversized hand and slapped it over Arturia's face, the look of surprise evident in it, and using the leverage from pushing it, brought herself into a stance on her own weight. She sloppily brought her fist to her chest in a salute while wobbling on her feet.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Completely out of mind, Captain!" And with that answer, Amber burst out in dribbled laughing. Leonard was watching this still by the doorway and couldn't help but think to himself,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"And she was worried about Thera."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Arturia walked over by the still giggling Amber while rubbing her own cheek. "I apologize for Amber. We have had..." Arturia paused. "We have had a rough couple of weeks. What we did in Little Town..." Her voice trailed off and choked up at the end. She looked to the floor with a look of dismay. Janer stomped over to the two with intended fury. Amber cut her laughing and looked undoubtedly afraid now. Arturia stood at attention and tried to hide her grief.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Rough couple of weeks!? We have all had a rough couple of weeks Arturia!" Janer was bending down, her face in Arturia's. She then turned her hips and brought her face up to try to meet Amber's, only getting to her chin. " And Amber, I don't give a horse's ass if you want to drink, but to show up to this meeting like this..." Amber was still wobbling and trying to look away. She did not want to make eye contact with her superior.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]During all of this, Leonard had made his way to the old bar and was now kneeling behind the counter. His blonde hair became visible as his head popped back up. In his hands was now a corked bottle of clear liquid. He placed it on the counter top with a heavy thud, likely on purpose to accent what he was about to say.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Janer, ease up on them. We will all need a drink with what we are about to discuss."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Aaalriiight General! You're not ashh boring ashh they say!" Amber yelled out while throwing her fist in the air. Arturia shook her head in embarrassment.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]It was hilarious for Thera, watching one of the lieutenants beyond drunk while the other is clearly embarrassed by her friend's. The entire situation reminded her of her days back on board the pirate ship, except the situation is clearly different and Janer is clearly not happy with this. Little Town, they said. The public executions shook them this much?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria slowly turned her head towards the door as the commotion of the two knights rolled in, staying silent though her expression looked vague. Truly this was different from any meeting she had had in the past, and she couldn't imagine ANY of the normal officials walking in like this. Her gaze turning then as The General put some clear liquid on the bench and even she was smart enough to realize it was Ethanol based. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Oh deary me..." The woman breathed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]It was going to be that kind of meeting then was it? Eye's narrowing down a fraction in distaste. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Leonard produced several perfectly clean glasses from the same spot that he had gotten the liquor. It was evident that he had left these here earlier in the day, before the meeting. Amber eagerly made her way over to the bar, away from the brooding Janer, while Arturia reluctantly followed her. Leonard smiled grimly at the pair and began to gingerly pour small amounts into each glass. He spoke while doing so,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Feel free to decline the offer, but I think a strong drink will help us with what we are about to speak about.” The moonlight shone through the fluttering tattered rags in the window and glinted off of his glass as he lifted it to his lips and took it all back in one quick gulp. Janer had followed the two Holy Knights over to the bar and was not done with her questioning.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Speaking of which, just where were you two before this? You have your formal dresses on?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Amber took her glass from Leonard’s hand hastily and swung her head back and swigged it back as fast he. He was impressed. Arturia was sniffing hers with a scowl, getting ready to take a tiny sip. Pouring two more glasses, Leonard gestured to Thera and Renaria,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Thera? Renaria?” He held the glasses out with one hand.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria remained seated as she kept her gaze on the two new comers, though her eyes fell and held more so on Amber then the other girl. Really she couldn't imagine a single person ever acting that indecently and roaringly drunk, just how was she supposed to function in on anything. What if someone attacked her? Renaria remained silent though her thoughts raged.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]When the General reached out a hand with two glasses, she glanced up to his face curiously. She was torn for a very long time then with a very long drawn sigh, even letting her eyelids close completely down in an aspirated manner, she grasped a cup, and slammed it down, to everyone's shock probably, in much the same manner as Janer, Leonard and Amber had already done. Cup resting upside down against the tabletop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Of course having only been aquanted with this 'alcohol' today, Renaria's eyes went massive and she almost instantly regretted it. She was still as a statue but her face was paled significantly like she felt any sudden movements might make her stomach turn.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]And people drunk this stuff on a daily basis?...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria watched Amber thud herself next to Thera making the whole table shake by extension and watching her newly emptied cup suddenly leap up into the air of its own free will. She snatched it straight out of the air rather expertly considering, before placing it solidly against the table once more. Though the whole episode left her wide-eyed and the reddness in her cheeks to enflame much faster then earlier in the day. The substance decidedly stronger then the Wine Leonard had given her earlier.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Her slightly softened gaze turning to the new guest now.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Wewerre at Lieutenant General Abraham Tomney’s.” Amber swooned through her slurring speech. She dramatically put her hand to her forehead, feigning fainting.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“He was having another one of his parties.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Tch, that Abraham. He acts like he is the most holy person in the capital, yet is probably one of the most lecherous men I have ever had the displeasure of working with.” Leonard interrupted, speaking to no one in particular. He was swirling around another small amount that he had poured himself. The disdain was clear in his face. The alcohol was hitting quick and his inhibitions were falling fast.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Yes, well, I normally would not attend such affair but-“ Arturia was cut off by Amber.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“But I insishisited upon it! Afterrwhat we-we’ve went frough we desherved a little feshtivities. He had a wine fountain! How doya do that!?” Amber was about take another glass that Leonard had but Janer snatched it from her clutches.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“No more for her. She has had enough.” Janer said plainly while drinking the entire contents of the glass she took from Amber.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Awww, Captainss! I’m fine!” Amber pouted. She held out both of her oversized mittens of hands in a pleading motion.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I said enough.” Janer’s voice was sharp and final.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Yes, Captain.” Amber said in a defeated tone. She slowly shuffled and made her way to the seat that Captain Janer previously occupied and flopped down hard next to Thera. She turned to her and gave her a big drunken grin. Her heavy arm came swinging around Thera’s shoulder in an embrace. “Hellloooo my wittle shweet pea! How’veya been!?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]"Sweet little pea?" Thera chuckled. The girl reeks of cheap alcohol. "You sure are drunk, Amber. At what could be the worst possible time ever." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]To be precise, at the worst possible time in her military career. Amber was lucky this was a secret meeting, where everything was kept off the record. Thera let Amber put her arm around her shoulder and sat well into Thera's personal space. She amused her and Thera was planning to bait her more into saying something stupid. Thera could not wait to see her reaction tomorrow when she tells Amber everything she said and done tonight, but she doubted that she'll even remember attending the meeting. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“We should finish our drinks b-before our last guest arrives. We wouldn’t want them to see us like-“ Leonard was cut off while finishing another glass by an utterance from the tavern doorway.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“It is too late General. I am here.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Leonard quickly put his glass down and backed away from the bar table. The rest of the party turned their heads toward the source of the voice, the surprise evident in their faces. The High Priestess of Roadalia, Azria Rohodege, stood in the doorway, a picture of elegance and piety, but with discernment and valor evident in her eyes. Her soft and delicate frame did not fill the doorway, but she possessed a great presence, as if she were a giant in all actuality. Everyone in the room lowered their glasses to the table, looking a bit abashed and uncomfortable. Azria was familiar with those looks. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Thera’s face turned cold the moment she saw the High Priestess. Taking her glass with her, Thera stood up and took a few steps back. Her face looked stiff and sweaty, almost funny since she never showed this kind of expression and emotion before. Thera took a glance around the room, as if trying to tell them, "I am not supposed to be in here and I don't even think I am supposed to hear what you are going to talk about right now."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Leonard hurriedly turned to the High Priestess Azria and gave her the traditional Roadalian salute accompanied by a deep bow, as was the custom in Roadalia when greeting the holy figure. Almost in unison, Janer gave her own salute and bow as well. While in her bent position, Janer tilted her head and glared at her three Holy Knights, hoping they would follow suit. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Amber, who had let go of Thera when she stood up herself, jumped clumsily and drunkenly to her feet. She gave her own sloppy greeting as best as she could while Arturia did the same, but much more gracefully. Azria scanned the room, returning the simple greeting before she spoke: [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]"No need for formalities; we have a grave subject to discuss, and I believe our time is of the essence. Please, General, if you don't mind, I would very much like a glass of whatever you have there. It will indeed prove helpful, in some ways." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Renaria's gaze slowly turned as she heard a voice from the doorway, her expression decidedly softer then the one she normally bore. However that expression almost instantly fell to her usual cold one as she realized just who had entered the room. She pushed her chair out as she slowly came to a stand, putting a fraction more weight onto the arm on the table as she did for no reason whatsoever and definitely not because of the strong liquor she had consumed recently. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]Once standing she crossed an arm across her chest as she dipped her head slightly, more a formal response one might give an equal then a subordinate. Though she did so with such grace it held the same level respect as anything more exuberant. When she slowly straightened once more the Priestess called for less formalities and Renaria brushed down the front of her tunic dress before she slowly sat back down on her seat. Though a momentary frown appeared on her face as she realized she had thudded down on her bottom harder then expected because of the alcohol. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]"I think it is about time we started this discussion, is it not?" [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Seraphina eyes widened in amusement for what she saw. So many wolves in sheep clothing. High officers that took their lives for granted, lives that she would be happy to take away. When Renaria entered seraphina felt the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation. She always thought of Renaria as a traitor but now she had proof. To believe that the Queen broke a law for her. However it was pleasing to see her in her appropriate attire, if only she stayed that way. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]She took a moment to realize how banal the scenario is. People plotting over drinks in a bar, trying to perform small talk though the room was obviously filled with discomfort. Boring in her opinion. Amber made her entrance with a loud bang. That imbecile, a behemoth with the maturity of a child. Wait, that was inaccurate, there were youths that proved to be more responsible. She never liked her presence, in honesty she didn’t like anyone. They were far beneath her and acted the part effectively. They were too sensitive or too sympathetic, things that should've never left their homes. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]The mystery guest peered into the room not too long after and everyone seemed stunned but her. It made sense, ever since the queen named herself a prophet controversy arose. Maybe the priestess was worried about her head rolling down the hill for her traditional beliefs. Though her death was inevitable at this point either way. Alas the meeting had the potential of becoming amusing. Sera adjusted her posture in between the bushes, prepping her ears for what she may apprehend. [/SIZE]
There is no going out from this, isn't it? They invited her in and she walked in, all people ranked above her conspiring against the Queen. If she walked out that door, she will probably end as a body in a ditch. If she stayed, she's a traitor. No longer the Queen's soldier, no longer the Queen's sword and shield. A backstabber, a traitor. The kind of person she despise the most.
Oh Father, Thera took a deep breathe in. I'll decide after the meeting.
The worried expression on her face disappeared, Thera straightened her back positioned herself next to the still-drunk Amber as if trying to apologize for standing up so suddenly (While in truth she hopes that it woke her up, so she can stop acting so stupid and silly).
The party is over, now it's time to get serious.
The following was originally posted by @King Ad Rock as a collaboration with @Kayso, @Robyn Banks, @Zooks, & @too much idea in the previous IC
Captain of the Holy Knights Janer Courtine, General Leonard Roadalia, Holy Knight Arturia Vanguard, and Holy Knight Amber Genelynne
Roadalian Head Priestess Azria Rohodege
Holy Knight Seraphina Aeritheos
Holy Knight Thera
Roadalian Successor to the throne Renaria Velouse
Location: Abandoned Red Swan Tavern, Ashah, Roadalia
Date: Month 6, Day 15
Time: The first hour of morning (1:00 A.M.)
"No need for formalities; we have a grave subject to discuss, and I believe our time is of the essence. Please, General, if you don't mind, I would very much like a glass of whatever you have there. It will indeed prove helpful, in some ways." Spoke Azria.
The look of stun on Leonard’s face was evident. After a moment he realized he was not doing anything but just staring blankly at the Head Priestess. To remedy this, he then quickly shot his long arms out and clumsily fumbled for the bottle, only to knock over a glass he had just recently poured himself. The contents spilled across the bar countertop and the glass clinked against another empty glass. The bottle itself was also bumped causing it to swivel on its round base. Leonard put the palms of his hands out while wincing, almost as if he could get it to stop rocking without touching it. Before the bottle could tip and fall, Janer quickly snatched it by the neck and grabbed it off of the counter.
“I’ll do that, you idiot.” Janer said coldly. She took the bottle and poured Azria a glass. The two locked eyes as Janer handed her the drink, and for just a brief second, Janer smiled. “Here you are, your holiness.”
Azria took the glass with both hands, covering Janer's outstretched fingers with her own. An artful and practiced smile touched the corners of her mouth as Janer pulled away. "Thank you very much, commander."
Amber looked behind her to the motion that caught her eye. She found Thera backing away with a look of worry and fear in her face. With an outstretch of her heavy hand, Amber grabbed Thera by the front of her shirt and brought the petite Parshumian back over to her. Then, with a voice decidedly more sober then she had been projecting, she whispered to her,
“Don’t worry schweet pea. It doesn’t matter what is shaid here tonight or what you decide. No one will lay a finger on you, I promise. If they do, I’ll fuckin’ CLEAVE EM IN TWO!” Amber did not whisper these last few words, but instead bellowed them out into the tavern. The rest of the group stopped and turned their attention to the source.
“Uh, shorry guys. Please continue. Don’t mind me.” Amber instructed with a big smile plastered on her drunken face.
"As entertaining as it is to watch you try to 'cleave in two' anyone in this room... I'm afraid I must stop you from trying, Amber." Thera leaned in little bit closer to whisper in Amber's ears. Hopefully, the drunken fool could hear her clear. "But thank you. You don't need to worry about me again."
"But I will." Amber replied with a knowing grin.
"I think it is about time we started this discussion, is it not?" Renaria chimed in from her seat, sounding a bit impatient.
Janer turned to the group and leaned her back against the counter. “Yes Renaria, let us get right into it, shall we?” Janer looked up to the ceiling and took a slow, deep breath in through her nostrils and let it out in a sigh. “And honestly, do we really need an introduction? It should be obvious why the General and I have gathered you all here. We have not invited Kira or Seraphina for, what should be, obvious reasons. There are others that I would have wished could join us, but they have yet to return and this matter can no longer wait.
“The Queen has been ill for some time. We all know this. We have done what we could to help her and the country in her time of need, but things have drastically changed since-“
“Since Miranda came to the capital.” Leonard interrupted. “We do not even know how she got in the castle. She was just there one day by the Queen’s side.” Leonard was slowly shaking his head back and forth as if he were still trying to wrap his head around it.
Janer looked a bit annoyed but continued, “During the first few weeks, she was the ‘Queen’s friend’ and the castle guard were ordered to allow her entrance to the castle and even her chambers at all times.” Janer stressed this last part to let everyone know just how entrenched in the Queen’s life Miranda had gotten.
“But the General and I have spoken to every guard in the castle, and not one can ever remember letting her in or out. And yet every time I have came to the castle, there she was.”
“Are you suggesting that she does have some kind of power?” Arturia spoke up and asked. Janer paused and then looked to Leonard with a look that said, “Tell them”.
“She said something to me…” He seemed to not want to go on. “Something my mother used to say to me often as a child. It was the exact quoting, word-for-word. How could she possibly know…?” Leonard tilted his head down and was now looking at the stained wooden floor. His brow was furrowed in both a worrisome manner and in concentration. The last question seemed to be directed at nobody but himself. Janer continued on,
“It was not before long that she stopped seeing me, the General, and even you Renaria. Considering you live in the castle, I'm interested to hear what your first meeting with Miranda was like."
Renaria's eyes narrowed as she contemplated the exact words Janer and even Leonard were saying. Renaria had been just as shocked as everyone else when it seemed she couldn't be more a few feet from the Queen's side, though she never showed that emotion outside. It seemed as if she awoke one morning and the Queen just refused to see her.
She had always felt this weird sensation around that woman, and it was still true after hearing all this. The hunter heard Janer ask her a question as her eyebrows furrowed down further in thought. The first time? That was interesting to say the least... She spoke up in a soft voice that seemingly carried far further then it should have.
“I remembered walking down the hallway alone. I was headed towards the Queen's chambers as I always do at Dawn only to arrive and realize she wasn't there and had already left. Thinking nothing of it, I left. I occupied myself for hours till midday and yet I still hadn't found the Queen. That was unusual to say the least. I asked some of the Guards around the Castle in my curiosity only for them to say that a woman was following the Queen and they thought nothing of it from afar. So I finally found the Queen in the Courtyard with a woman standing beside her and a hand on her shoulder."
Renaria stopped for a moment before she continued. "She seemed friendly enough, she had a huge smile across her face and she was standing very close to the Queen. She even offered her hand out to shake my own before the Queen even introduced her. Smile ear to ear. But her eyes didn't smile along with her mouth and I could tell. She already told me her name, and that she would be staying here. That the Queen needed her. And I looked to the Queen who only nodded in response. Any time the Queen went to say anything Miranda would step in and answer for her. Eventually Miranda told me to come see the Queen tomorrow.
But then, tomorrow never really came. Not like it was. A passing glance, a word at most."
Janer interjected, almost as if she had not heard Renaria.
“And then came the first announcement. I’m sure you all remember it well. We gathered half the damn city to the town square. She had builders erect that ridiculous stage. And then she told that crowd of morons that the Goddess Azae had brought us a ‘holy visionary’.” Janer snorted in revulsion at the idea. “And they all cheered.”
“Then came the executions.” Said Leonard. “With some of these people, yes, it is hard to argue they did not deserve the punishment they were to receive.”
“Miranda was smart about it when speaking with the Queen. She chose the worst criminals first. Then, slowly over the past few months, the infractions that were punishable by death became less severe…” Janer let her words fade off. “And I have been ordered to make sure these executions are carried out without fault. I cannot believe I have been-“
A loud whimper cut through Janer’s words, stopping them. It came from Amber, who had her oversized fists clenched tightly in her lap. Tears were flowing from her forcibly closed eyes. Arturia tried to take a step forward from her standing position behind Amber and put a hand on her now shuddering shoulder for comfort, but Amber yanked her shoulder away violently.
“Amber…” Arturia said with genuine concern in her eyes.
“I should have read the names… I should have read the names…” Amber was slightly rocking now as she repeated herself. “Arturia always shcolds me for not reading my paperwork.
“I was shent to Little Town, I’m not sure if it was Miranda…Or the Queen…or if the Queen even remembers I’m from there. I wasn’t goooing to go. I was goooing to forshake everything and leave it all behind. How could I carry out shuch atroshities in the name of Azae? But when I got to my offiish and looked at the lisht…” Amber trailed off again.
“His name was on it. I should of read the other names, but I didn’t because his name was on it. Sheeing his name at the top of the lisht was enough for me. I thought to myshelf, ‘M-m-maybe Azae is jusht. M-maybe this is how things are shuppose to be.’ I jumped on my horsh and made my way to Little Town with my men without the shlightesht bit of hesitation.” The tall redheaded knight was trying her best to hold back the sobs that kept trying to take over her in waves.
“Amber who are you talking about?” Leonard questioned. His voice was empathetic.
“When my mother gave me to the abbey where I lived, I was only thirteen. There were all kinds of girls there, but I was the tallesht by sheveral heads. I think that’sh why he never touched me.”
“Amber who are you talk-“ This time it was Janer who now questioned, her own voice much softer then it had been, but she was cut off by Amber.
“The head cleric in the church. His name was Bartholomew Urend. On the outshide he sheemed like a-any cleric, wise, friendly, and intelligent. B-b-but he had a monshtrous shecret. He was doing horrible things to the girls. He would take them into the cryptsh, under the guise of ‘tutoring’. Oh Azae, how blind and shtupid we were. I never knew because he never…” She picked up a bit louder,
“I wish that he did. I would have shtopped it all right there with my own hands like I had before…
“The smallesht ones were that bastard’s favorites. Years thish went on. Fuckin’ years. Not the shishters or I ever found out while it was happening. Oh dear, I hope none of the shishters knew.” Amber sobbed loudly some more into her open palms. Arturia had returned by her side and successfully had her hand on Amber’s shoulder rubbing assuredly. After a few coughs and deep breaths to gain control, Amber went on,
“The one he b-brought with him the mosht, Matilda. She was such an innoshent little thing. Her eyes were these big blue shaushers that you just got losht in. When I was eighteen, the shishters of the abbey shent me to the capital for military trainin’. I had already gained shkill over the years with a shword and shield and they figured thish was the besht way I could sherve the Goddessh.
“It was about a year after I left that I resheived a letter. I thought m-maybe it was the shishters telling me how everyone was doin’. But it was from Matilda… In the letter she detailed every shingle thing the evil shunofabitch had done to her. She shpared nothin’. All the different kinds of dishgushting torture he would shubject her and the others to, that shadishtic bashtard! I could shee the dried tear shtains on the parchment. The letter shaid she wanted to kill hershelf, but she was afraid of the Goddessh not allowing her shole to be reborn…
“I was shick to my shtomach. I hated myshelf for bein’ sho blind and shtupid. I rayshed back home, barely shtopping alooong the way. I was going to cut off his fuckin’ cock and feed it to him while he was shtill alive.” Amber paused to let out an unpardoned belch and then continued on, “But by the time I had gotten to Little Town, he was no longer there. Jusht dishappeared one night the shishters told me. The coward probably caught wind that the girls were shpeaking up. I followed a few leadsh on his whereabouthsh while in town but came up with nothin’…
“When I shtepped inside the church for the first time in years, I saw Matillda praying by the altar. I shnuck up behind her and hugged her as tight as I could. She had grown sho much shince I had left. I promished her I would never let anyone hurt her or the others again. Oh Goddesh I mesht up. She sheemed fine at firsht, but I could tell shomething was wrong. She had losht a peesh of hershelf. Unfortunately as time passhed, I had to return to the capital. She got older, and the shishters shaid she met a boy while shopping in the market, and they ran off together. I was happy for her. Happy that she was able to put it all behind her and find shomething to live for.” The never-ending tears cascaded down Amber’s puffy freckled cheeks.
“And I had thought I had put it all behind me too. That was… until I shaw his name. It renewed all that anger deep inshide. It made me believe that maybe thish is how things should be. I arrived back in Little Town onesh again, ready to get revenge for Matilda, not havin’ the foreshite to shee that it was only for myshelf. Holy Azae, I walked right by her on those makeshift gallows! Her shaushers probably looked right through m-me. All I shaw was him. The shcroll shaid the pig was caught trying to lure a child into a shmall shack he rented behind a farm on the outshkirts of town. He was filthy, dresshed in rags, and aged, but I shtill recognized that fuckin’ faysh.
“I got right in his dirt covered, pudgy mug. I wanted him to know that shumone knew who he really was before he died. He never reacted. He jusht shtared at the floor… I coulda ripped his throat out with my bare hands right there. Inshtead, I raised my shword, walked by him and the resht, and told them they were being executed for their crimes againsht Azae and her people… Oh Goddessh why!?” Amber stomped her foot with exclamation and without any warning as she shouted this last question outward. Her nose was leaking now, but she did not care. She could no longer hold anything back as she told her story. Her emotions flowed as the liquids on her face did.
“I’m sho sho shorry Matildaaa!” Her sobbing had become a sort of convulsion. Her cries taking away her breath as she fought to fill her lungs. “I-I-I lowered my shword and they dropped the floooor!” Amber turned to her left and put her weeping face into the front of Arturia’s dress. She could not finish her story. The truth of what happened was too much for her to admit to in this condition. Arturia patted the back of Amber’s fiery mane as she opened her mouth to finish the tale for her subordinate.
“The girl that Amber speaks of, Matilda…” Arturia even seemed to have trouble going on. Her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted. “She was on the list of those to be executed that day. Amber told me that she only recognized her as the floor was dropped from beneath them. According to the information we were given, she was found and taken in during a raid on a meeting of a group of Non-Believers just two days before our arrival.”
“How could you have faith after going what she went through, though? Do we not all have crishes of faith? Is thish what Azae wantsh? What kind of tesht is thish? How could she resheive the shame fate as him? They desherved the shame? I didn’t… I didn’t recognize her Arturia! But those eyes… I took her body down myshelf…” Amber’s breathing was becoming more controlled now. Her eyes were bloodshot and half closed, spent from the intense crying. Arturia continued to stroke her forehead.
As someone of no faith, Thera knew that something was terribly wrong when someone tells you to start killing people in the name of religion. All religion taught of peace and acceptance, of forgiving and being forgiven. Not killing to cleanse the faith. Doing that makes them no different from a bunch of lowly pirates and slavers.
Thera did understand Amber's sorrow.
Thera remembered the people she sent to their death yesterday. Did they actually deserve that? Did they actually have to die in such a horrible and humiliating way like that? She could tell that the people gathered in the tavern tonight were thinking of the same thing, and that fact somehow put her at ease. At least that says that they care about the people, at least they are scheming for a good reason. But the discussion is far from over, and oh how she hoped that she was wrong.
Renaria very rarely let her emotions go. Her face a stone cold feature. Bordering on almost bored though her eyes suggested otherwise. At least, normally. After Amber's story the woman found her fingers tightening with such ferocity on her tunic dress at her legs the material almost torn and the threads groaned. Her teeth were visible gritted and her throat clenched. She knew about the executions. She heard the names on the list. How was she to know what they had actually done to deserve such a fate? A successor, with no real knowledge of the circumstances. She felt like somehow this was her fault, lowering her face even as her rage visibly started to show on her face. She had sat idly by while the Queen had agreed to all this? People were being put to slaughter like pigs in a kennel.
“Amber, I-I aam sure I speak for everyone here when I-I say this, but you have my deeeepest and sinceeerest condolences.” Said Leonard quite awkwardly, his speech now slurring. An obvious scowl was planted on his face. During Amber’s story, he had poured and downed two more glasses of the strong, clear liquid, the subject matter clearly getting to him. Amber looked in his direct but showed no reaction. Her face remained grim. A heavy silenced filled the rest of the tavern.
Azria hadn't so much as taken a sip of her drink. To hear yet another tragedy befall an innocent citizen of Roadalia was an inescapable necessity of her life's work, but that didn't make it any easier. Her heart now filled with a grim sympathy, she attempted to offer some sort of consolation, not only to the dispirited soldier, but to everyone in the room.
"Indeed, Amber, we all experience these crises of faith; it is an unfortunate fact of life. You asked if your friend deserved the same fate as this criminal. Of course she didn't. Not from what I can judge. But what of the rest of us? Do you believe us all to be tested? When each of us is witness to these horrible crimes, these acts of malfeasance and injustice, are we not being tested? To see loved ones fall victim, fall away, or simply fall... what do we do? Do we fail the test? Do we sit idly by, watching and crying to the skies, slowly wasting away in the limits of our own responses? Each of you is here because you want to rise above. You don't want to waste away, watching. This is where our test begins, and we cannot fail those who have fallen before us."
“Regardless of who or what the bitch is, she is not a ‘holy visionary’. She is a damn lunatic and we need to stop her. I was ordered to put to death an entire family in Kanzar for not showing up to church. I hung several rapists and a murderer with them. None of this makes sense anymore. We need to stop all of this!” Janer barked at the full room. She looked at each one of them individually, letting here eyes meet theirs as she said this.
“Are you suggesting we just kill her? Is this what we are planning here?” Arturia asked.
“I wish it were so easy, but the Queen is unpredictable. If Miranda doesn’t return to her one day there is no telling what she might do.” Janer answered.
“You ooordered ush to do it!” Amber hollered at Janer with a bit of renewed strength. She sat up to a prone position quickly, taking her head from resting on Arturia’s torso. Her eyes burned with a passion. No longer did she care that she was speaking to her superior. Janer showed surprising restraint with her answer.
“Yes, Amber, I had no choice…” Janer’s tone turned more serious then it had been this entire time. “I have my people in the castle who have been keeping tabs on what has been going on. They had told me that Miranda had convinced the Queen to have any of the Holy Knights immediately executed should they shirk their ‘holy duty’.” Janer said these last words with sarcasm and disgust.
“This is the reason we asked you to be here tonight.” Janer took one last deep breath before letting the big secret out.
“We need to relieve the Queen of power entirely and as soon as possible.”
At last the discussion has finally taken some solemn turns. Sera ignored the introduction since everyone already knew it. She drew herself back in when the general started to talk about his talk with Miranda, which lead to Sera rolling her eyes. It must've been some saying or something of that sort. Stating it was magical powers was some excuse naive people make up for things they can't comprehend.
Sera faded in and out of the conversation, most subjects wasn't important however some could be used to her advantage... Just not at the moment. Amber's story prompted the behemoth to fall on the floor like a babe and weep. She felt a bit of sympathy for her alas it was professional to speak of it at a meeting like this...then again everyone there was unprofessional to begin with. The booze, the stories seemed more of a casual affair. The discussion caused her to think about her own past. Never gaining the affection she deserved, always being a disappointment. Remembering this provoked her to involuntarily stroke her cheek as if she had to relive the slaps from her mother all over again. She never had seen it as a story worth telling and she wouldn't dwell on it now.
Pity parties never helped anyone.
The outbursts of Janer caused her to become more amused. She expected it but hearing it from her captain's mouth still stunned her. They were going to do it. Assassinate the Queen; this brought a smile to her face. She could manipulate the situation and finally get the position she deserved, the wishes she was determined to fulfill. Alas she still need to know their strategy without that there would be no point in sneaking around in the God forsaken tavern.
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