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One Thousand Club
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Hell Hath no Fury
Location: Caelfath, Western Khauran
Time of Day: Morning
Temperature: Warm with a breeze
A carriage made of carved Aesniper, a type of tree only grown in the region, was stationed right at the front of the majestic castle. It is a rich red color, carved by the best Taurenite woodworker. It had bright blue curtains with a shadow appearing. Helsien knew instinctively that his father was already waiting and without further discussion with the servants, he entered the carriage.
"I was starting to wonder when you would come," His father said. The smell of oranges filled the restrained area as King Titus cut his fruit with an adorned knife.
Helsien stared at his father with this disappointment. It was a shame to see him turn out that way. He was disheveled despite all the wealth covering him, his broad shoulder lumping forward and his fur very thin and weak. "News ended up being well received by the mass. It is reassuring to know. Although, rumors run that in Rakats-" he was about to say before coughing loudly. The knife dropped onto the metallic plate and his hand reached to his mouth. Blood splattered on his hand and Helsien immediately grabbed the tissue next to him and wiped the hand of his father with no hurry.
"Have you taken your medicine, Father?" He asked him calmly. Titus gave a snarky laugh as he looked at him. " Oh if you think that medicine will help me, you are a fool just like your father," he said. He coughed once more, leaning his head against the pole. " I've sinned. I've sin terribly. This is a mere curse from the Gods." he said before coughing loudly. The carriage stopped and the royal guards asked if the King was okay.
"I am fine! Move forward you halfwits!" he snapped angrily. Helsien simply waited to see what his father would do next. It was odd to see him snap to the guards, but when he did, it usually indicated sadness.
" Perhaps I am a fool like my father. One who prays for Gods out of fear rather than love. Nonetheless, it is no excuse to avoid taking the medication of the Physician. He went out of his way to collect the ingredients, even roam in Valekian territories. " he said as he managed to remove the bits of splatter stuck on the claws.
" Oh trust me. That was no heroic act, " he said looking with spite at his son. He took him by the collar and pulled him closer. " Give or take three days, I will be gone. But you promise me one thing Helsien," he said very quietly. "Just one thing..." he trailed off but the carriage finally came to a stop.
Helsien took hold of his father's fist and frowned. Something was strange about him, this man did not resemble his father whatsoever. This man had hatred in his eyes!
"My King," A guard said as he opened the curtain, " My Prince. We have arrived at the commoner's place. " he added as he took a step backward giving them more than enough space to step down. The crowd before them immediately bowed down at the sight of the royal family. Rarely did they come out of the castle these days.
The announcers blew their horns making it loud and clear that the King and Prince have arrived. They were lead towards the overlooking platform where the royal family usually sat during festivals and such. It was a special occasion after all and no better than to be amongst the people, as King Titus would say. Ambassadors from across Khauran were gathered in that marbled platform. In fact, even a few from the Sheguran continent were present. Most of these ambassadors were leaders of small Khaddorian tribes that have pledged their loyalty to King Titus or count on doing so. Only a handful was of different species and even less were elves.
Meanwhile, in the crowd stood a lost ambassador. Every single leader on the platform looked as a guard struggled to help out this lost elf princess. She was obviously out of place with her oversized mask covering her face and her ears sticking out.
"Why hasn't anyone escorted her here?" King Titus asked with some anger in his voice. The Guards didn't really have any answer and the King gritted his teeth. No one really knew what to do at that moment but Helsien came before his father blew a fuse.
"Make sure her room is decorated with the most delicate flowers and a letter written to her apologizing for the inexcusable mistake," he said with his silky voice saving the ass of these freshly promoted royal guards. They quickly nodded before leaving the lieu and Helsien simply took in a deep breath before faking a smile. It was his engagement after all and a very important event in the history of Caelfath. Seeing all these foreign faces, different sub-species of Khaddorians that he never knew existed except in legends. It was truly something fascinating.
One by one, he welcomed them to his home but he was most curious about this masked lady. An elf? They were allies of Valekians which whether they wanted it or not are their long lost rival. He could see that she was probably amongst the Alozahni tribes with her longer than usual claws and the mask, of course. He wondered for a second what his father could possibly be plotting in his dying days.
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@Raven Haruka Tales as Old as Time
Location: Metsa Jungle, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Very hot, humid.
Ylva's arrow came dangerously close to Rakat, he could feel the fur scraped right off his scalp. He's pupil dilated as he remembered the stories of his ancestors. 'Bare skin with only hair on the head, short and skinny, delicate hands and skin as pale as snow! I-it's a Valekian! he told himself. His heart pounded rapidly as he looked at them walking straight towards his village, towards his family!
'I have to tell them! he thought and he rapidly jumped towards the closest tree ever. He made a lot of noise and it could not be blamed on the wind. His fur was straight like a blade as he tried grabbing on the next branch he was hooking his claws on. He looked at the Valekians and he's eyes caught one of them. His heart pumped rapidly, fearing for his life. He knew that this was a flee or fight situation, and the first option seemed so appealing to him especially with the little knowledge he knew. There is never just one of them. Behind every Valekian stood ten. That was their power. They were big clans and they were cruel.
" You won't get away this time!" he said in Jogethi and in a split of a second, he sped off. He would not get caught by the likes of them. Sure, he was no taller than the smallest of them both, but he was a Khaddorian, a proud one at that. He was a direct descent of Rakat, the protector, their leader! He could not afford being captured now, besides he was fast. There were no chances of him getting caught, not unless they pulled some dirty trick of some sort he told himself.
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Mālsträm
Location: Rakatstad's Isles, Southern Khauran
Time of the Day: Morning
Temperature: Moderate.
Warriors of the Jotaig tribe gathered on the edges of the isles. Their spears cocked towards two figures swimming towards the shore a few miles away. A warning had been sent already the moment two war boats were spotted with the addition of a pirate boat. Normally they would have let it past if it was only the Avariel, but they did not recognize the two foreign vessels.
Approaching the two figures, five Khaddorians with a menacing look fished them out quite roughly onto the boat. Two of the massive rescuers held ropes and were about to neutralize Nar'Vosi and his comrade, but the leader of the rescuing boat stopped them from doing so. He recognized Nar'Vosi from past trades, but he was never particularly close to him, not since he left the main crew.
" What are pirates doing here? It is not the trading season," he said in his native tongue. He wasn't sure if Nar'Vosi would even recognize him. Afterall, he was only in the same crew as him for perhaps a month before leaving.
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