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It always started in a dream....
...in a world that was dark and dismal....


All consuming ....
....and black.

And they always started the same.  He felt suffocated, ready to drown, unable to breath when the voices came, crawling against the air like insects that hummed and croaked and laughed into echoes.  Sometimes he even felt the voices, as if they were crawling against his skin, tickling into his mind and even curdling within his blood.

But ever since the night his father died-
Was it death?

..or murder.
None could say...

but ever since that night the dreams had come, haunting him with memories so wicked and so real that he'd wake up, drenched in sweat, his heart nearly pounding from his chest.

.............


......


This morning was no different.


Calent awoke, eyes wide and sweat dampening
his face and hair. He was staring up at the ceiling where the first rays of
light began to peek through the curtains and glaze the stone ceiling with
color.

Sitting up in his bed, he wiped his brow with the back of his hand and had to
pause, the haunting memories chilling him to the bone. This time he woke up
before he killed his father, but the same images still scarred him. The blood
was warm when he cut his throat and after that, he could never remember what he
said or what had happened, except he had been alone, or so he thought, but it was never really clear to him who else was there... and if there were
others there in the room when he had done the deed...

Now, they were either phantoms in his dream...
or ghosts.

The dream had started off as an argument between he and his father. His father had
discovered his secret- that he had gone to the Fell.  Even in his weakened state, his
father had the strength to lecture him.
"You don't understand, it's ancient..."
"But I am no mage," he heard himself growl, almost like an animal.
"Those relics you brought back to kill mages..."
"They will do the job." he heard his voice echo. "They have to."
"They will kill you in the end. And you will be no better than they."

Then he'd feel it, the pulsating rage within him growing hotter...
his vision blurring, his skin burning as if on fire...

Then nothing.


But it was a dream, wasn't it?
He couldn't have killed his father.. why would he? And the Fell...
he couldn't even recall if that had even been real.
It had all happened so fast..
the rage,.. the anger..
He wanted nothing more than to kill that man, that pathetic mage who enchanted his betrothed...
and carried off her heart...

Yes, it was clear, even when he knew he couldn't remember- they said he must've passed out from the blow...

But he knew in his heart...


Gherrick had killed her.
And that mage would pay.
And all other mages would pay for their taint.



Clutching his hand, he looked down at the mark burned into his flesh. He couldn't recall how he got it, but in his dream of the Fell, he had seen the symbol before-
a black and red sun.

He studied it now against the yellow rays of sunlight, until he heard a knock at his door, and was quick to slip his hands beneath his blankets.

"Yes?"

"M'lord, the tax collectors have arrived."

Calent went silent a moment, brooding over his dream before answering.
"Tell them to wait for me in the great hall. I will be down shortly."

The servant nodded and left.

...............

Something wet was on his hand, he examined it by lifting his hand up towards the
light. He was no longer in the dream but it was so real that a single, warm
salty tear now ran down his finger. He stared at it against the light coming in
from the curtains, and it took in the honey color of the sun before he used two
fingers to brush the tear drop away, quelling it from his memory as he sighed and stood up from the bed and moved over towards the window
and parted the curtains.
In came the morning light, and a fresh cool morning breeze across
his bare chest.

he closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sounds of the morning birds calling across the gardens.
His private quarters over looked the gardens in the rear of the
castle and had a fantastic view of the mountains off in the distance. It was
mornings like these he was glad for it- for the visions of nature was always
calming to him.
He took a long moment to drink in the sights and sounds, letting his mind drift
away to those dark visions once again....

The people of the duchy weren't the only ones who were unsure who killed his
father and on mornings like this, the guilt was almost consuming and far too
real to be just a dream....
But was it a dream? Was it really just a nightmare? Was that really what
happened when he blacked out? He assumed one of the knights had rushed in- for
he thought he recalled that, and it was those personal high class knights of his
father who came in, shouting and yelling that he had killed the king...

And of course, when he came to, dizzy from awakening from the darkness he had
fallen; full of rage- rage of his father's death, rage of the unknown, that he
of course, shouted back and the knights who remained were caught up and
executed...
For now, most of his people believed the knights conspired against him, but he
had no idea what to think...
They had been loyal for so many years.. had it really been they who had done this?
It seemed even his trusted General Serenus had been shocked over the news.


He took a moment to examine his hand, recalling in the dream when his father had seen the symbol and called him 'a curse'...
'you're cursed..'

Was he cursed? Or had he drunkenly got himself a stupid tatoo that night?
But why one of a blood colored sun?

Little seemed to make sense, and had the dreams not felt so real, he would ignore them...
and if the dreams weren't so persistent too, he would have ignored them.
But the dreams had become a part of his everyday life...
and it had become increasingly harder and harder to sleep at night....




But life had to go on.
His servants had come and gone, and he was freshened up and dressed for the day.
How many months had passed since his father had been gone?
Perhaps he should go to the graveyard...

When he was left alone, he stared once again at the symbol on his hand, before wrapping it up and hiding it beneath a pair of black, silk gloves and he left his room and met and talked about taxes...

But something was eating him inside, so he sent word to The Hunters,
and that was all they were called..

He wanted them to meet at his father's tomb by night fall.



There was much to discuss.
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Rhindeer

It was raining when Emery got there, a great torrential downpour made only worse by the fact that it was windy on top of it all. Instead of falling down, the wind blew the rain horizontal until it rendered her hood useless, until the thick tree she stood beneath may as well have not existed at all for all the shelter it provided. So there she stood, beside an old man's grave as water whipped into her face and soaked her to the bone, jaw clenched to try and control her chattering teeth.

She certainly hoped his lordship had not canceled this meeting due to the weather.

Lightning split the sky and thunder answered several seconds later, a crackling rumble that made her horse dance nervously. With a sigh, she rubbed the mare's nose to soothe her--and then paused and rolled her eyes upward toward the branches hovering over her.

Lightning. Tree.

Right.

Taking her horse by the reins, she lead them both out from under it and into the full force of the rain, not that it made much of a difference.

Whatever she'd been summoned here for, it had better be worth her time.
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His boots pressed softly into the soggy ground, the chains of his horse and dress jingling through the whirl of the storm.  He had worn a cloak, but as it seemed, it did him little good as he made his way towards the foggy figure standing amongst the graves.

Duty compelled him, so rain be damned, as it pelted him chillingly across his face and numbed his toes that were emersed in rain soaked within his boots.  Pausing before Emery, he tapped his boots aside and gave nod to her, then glanced over his shoulder to stare at the rainy world around them.

Then, turning back to her, Zannrick spoke in greeting, "Pleasant night." He said with a slight, but rigid bow.  His horses breath puffed into white whisps in the air beside him as lightning illuminated their forms before a crack of thunder snapped over head.  He ignored it and merely stared at her.

He wondered how long she had been waiting. The duke had mentioned to meet him by the grave.  His horse moved uncomfortable, prodding at the ground at his side.  This had better be important, was all he thought as he stared over his shoulder, but still, there was no sign of the Duke just yet.  He hoped he hadn't been detained, or, as Emery's feared, the meeting had been cancelled due to...
More thunder rumbled over head, the roar so fierce it shook the ground.

Zannrick whipped off his hood, shaking his head as droplets of rain came dripping from the ends of his rain soaked hair.
"How long do you think before he comes?" the man asked, hoping they wouldn't have to wait all night for nothing.  After all, he and the woman were an elite brand of hunters....

Lest time be wasted on a useless meeting..
there were better things that could be done!

As always, Zannrick looked annoyed, but that was his perpetual expression he always wore,a nd not just the rain that pelted them.  In their idleness, his eyes went to the former Duke's grave, just as lightning illuminated it in a flash of yellow light.  As all graves were, it indicated the equality of men through their mortality- for it was the destiny of all mortals, men and beast alike.   Death was the ultimate end.
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AetherRose

As the stupid amount of rain pelted her face again and again, the little lady waited on the tombstone. Not a tombstone in particular or of any value to her, but she really hated mud, in fact, she muttered to herself just that. "Stupid mud...why can't rain turn dirt into candy canes or something?" She looked to and fro the road, waiting for a carriage or something, anything that can transport her. She was, after all, pretty loaded. Mageslaying paid well. Avaritia thought back to how this all happened... she was hired to slay a Mordecai, not any old Mordecai, but a witch-lover. This is the worst kind of Mordecai, and one she was all too glad to take only a 25% advance on. After all, this is one of those missions she didn't even need to be paid for. The Mordecai was expected to come across this road and meet two other Mordecai, though it would appear she was had. Night's almost over and still nobody...

"Oh?" she muttered to herself, "could that be my disgusting little birdie?" she smiled wickedly and waited for the man to continue in her direction. "Hello hello! Arosou!" she shouted at him, half to get his attention and half to greet him. Her eyes had not betrayed her. This was neither a magic-user nor a Mordecai. "Dammit..." she muttered to herself. Her habit of muttering to herself finally hit her, "I'm talking to myself..." she muttered to herself, "that can't be healthy, maybe I've finally gone mad." The strange girl shot back up at the man, realizing she was talking to herself right in front of him.

"Who are you?" she cooed, looking him over, up and down, then licking her lips. "You're a cute one, but what brings you here? Here to meet Mordecai? Maybe a mage?" she rambled, hoping this was her target and the information was just wrong.

visualspice

Calent had been delayed- and this time he couldn't blame taxes. No, other abhorrences had held him up, abhorrences he'd rather not discuss as his boots squished heavily in the mood, his cloaked body, well slicked from rain and barely saving him the grace of it's cold waters.

The graveyard was not too far. Emery and Zannrick would be waiting, he had also summoned a third party, an outside source he was hoping to joint he ranks of an ever growing elite strain of mage hunters and well....

He heard something, or rather someone as he lifted his head up to note the rain soaked figure of Avaritia Tyrennius.  He was barely within the gates of the graveyard, which was massive in it's expanse, and had little patience for this woman if she wasn't to be part of his secret game.  His dark, green eyes narrowed upon her.

"Who is asking?" he simply asked, appearing to almost scowl at her from beneath the shadow of the hood of his cloak.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

AetherRose

"I am, cutie!" Avaritia yelled in response "Well, tell me if you do find any Mordecai. I'm one too and he's somewhere around here! He loves magic-users so he has to be put to death, alright?" her eyes stared right into his, checking for anything unusual, any knowledge of this. Even the lack of anything could give her a reason to kill him.  Avaritia jumped down, splashing in the mud and muttering, "shiiiiit I hate mud..."

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Calent's face wrinkled in confusion. Was this woman mad? Outwardly preaching about death but well.. as his eyes scanned the area, his shoulders settled and he lifted his chin with confidence.  It seemed no one else was around anyways.  His meeting was also a private business and this woman...
she could be the third wheel he wished to procure however...
He did not have time for her shenanigans.

"I still need a name," Calent barked his order, his tone commanding, if not as cool as the rain. He did not wish for out siders to interfere with his plans and as of right now, he didn't trust her until he knew if she might be whom he sought-
though again, by her words, it would seem evident she was the right woman-
He still wanted her name as he studied her sharply.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

AetherRose

Avaritia wrapped her arms around him and moved close to his ear, whispering, "Avaritia Tyrennius." Her eyes watched his again, though the rain was so dense, even now, so close to him, her abilities to detect his lying would be restrained. She couldn't even find out if it was Mordecai he was meeting, only that he was meeting two people. If this was the man she was hired to kill, then somebody was about to leave the stove on too long. All the same, she expected a response, since her name was fairly well known. She had quite the bounty for dozens of murders, mostly of mages who had not yet used magic or mordecai, and was a confirmed magic-user herself.

Avaritia could see something was off about him, though. Her eyes were given to her by the Angel of Death himself, and they are never wrong. They tell her everything about magic with perfect accuracy, and she has never quite felt like this while looking at someone. It was probably the low quality squid she ate, but she was confident nonetheless that she would be sick in a minute or two if she stayed out in the rain like this much longer. Still, she was cautious because of it, and kept 10 blades at his back, of course, without him feeling them.

EDIT: If he should attempt to attack, she will immediately make it known he's a hostage.

Rhindeer

Emery was about to respond to Zannrick, tell him she hadn't the slightest clue, but as if on cue the man of the hour appeared--and it looked like he had a friend.

...A rather huggy, friendly friend. She was not aware of a fourth party being involved in this meeting.

Her hackles raised, and she nodded to Zannrick, communicating her intentions without words, before stalking through the mud towards the pair, one hand on her sword but not yet drawing it. She didn't want to draw it and risk putting Calent in anymore danger than he might be in--the rain was too heavy and the distance too far for her to see exactly what that woman's hands were up to--but she also wanted to make her intent clear. She would kill that woman if she proved herself a threat.

"Oi! What's going on over there?" she shouted from a safe distance, once again giving the woman a chance to save face--and save them all from a messy situation.
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visualspice

Calent growled, growing irritated by her sudden intimate advances and incessant giggling as she tried to pry his arm free.
However, at  Emery's voice, he jumped suddenly, turning with a grunt as he breathed a curse beneath his lips. How embarrassing to be found in such a position as this!

OOC: Sorry, short post is short :U
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Emery's eyebrows rose and, for a moment, she stared back expectantly, as though waiting for Calent to explain himself. Silence fell between them and she was more than content to let it lay there--if it weren't for the fact that Calent was her superior. Far be it for her to embarrass her the man that employed her.

Her eyes flicked from Calent to the woman and back. "Is there a problem, sir?" she asked, eyes meeting his. Hopefully her intent was clear. If the woman was bothering Calent, she would happily dispose of her.
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If there was a time to act, the time was now. Zannrick's rage got the better of him, and the woman, who seemed unwilling to identify herself, or speak up, pressed only over the fact that this clearly must be a dangerous situation, and without further hesitation, he swept upon Avaritia, dragging her from Calent's side in one fell swoop.

"Take watch over the duke!" Zannrick shouted his orders, teeth bared and as white as his hair as he kept the crazed woman back, allowing Calent to go free. The duke did not hesitate, moving swiftly to recompose himself, but even as his face remained placid, it was evident irritation and embarrassment were simmering beneath the surface. His cheeks were hot, but the rain kept him cool.

"Let us hurry to the grave," Calent whispered the order to Emery as he pressed near to her side, and gestured with his head for them to press onward, leaving and trusting Zannrick behind to deal with Avaritia.  Once the pair had moved deeper into the graveyard, Calent had stopped her infront of the stone door leading to the underground catacombs, but paused just outside to grab up one of the burning lantern's to take within.

"Zannrick can catch up with us. I'm sure he'll be able to handle that woman," the duke said bitterly. He was none to pleased this woman had interrupted his plans, and could only hope to wish Zannrick could offer her a quick and silent death- or anything to get her to be silenced and unable to follow.
Grabbing one of the hanging metal doorknobs, the duke threw the doors opened, giving one chanced glance over his shoulder before disappearing within.

THe rain had soaked him thoroughly to the bone, and as he stepped inside, a puddle of water began to collect beneath his boots. He shivered lightly, but only once, as he lifted up the lantern to check the world inside. A long walk way stretched out before them, with recesses in the wall on either side, each holding a stone bed, which were the final resting places for all the noble familys in the Allarick line. Drawing in a breath, he could taste the dankness inside before he exhaled.

There was still a lot to do. He gestured to Emery's again, motioning for her to close the door, saying nothing and moved deeper within.
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Emery watched grimly as Zannrick hauled the woman away, but then she was off with Calent, escorting him to the tomb while Zannrick did whatever he needed to do. She would ask no questions and expect no answers; she trusted whatever he did, it would be sufficient and they would not be bothered for the rest of this meeting.

"He's more than enough for that woman," Emery agreed as they approached the tomb. "If you don't mind my asking, my lord, who was she? Are they others we should be concerned about?" Because if there were, she wanted to know. It was better to be prepared if possible.

Following him into the tomb and shutting the door behind them, Emery was relieved to be out of the deluge, though it was too little too late by that point. Like Calent she was thoroughly soaked, boots squelching with each step, so it made little difference. And she wasn't about to start wringing out her clothes here; something about that just felt incredibly disrespectful, though she would never admit out loud that while she was comfortable with the taking of life, she was less comfortable with the dead.

She took a deep breath of dry, musty air and let it out slowly. "Shall we get started now, my lord, or will we wait for Zannrick?" What Zannrick missed she could always fill him in on.
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OOC: Since I'm almost at the point where Calent will become the Grand Duke, I figure this thread probably is taking place during the time where he's being considered for the seat and perhaps it was just voted upon in the counsel that they do want him as the Grand Duke, so perhaps this takes place before he officially takes the seat or something *rambly* XD


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Calent kept silent, digesting her questions with his lips flat. His dark eyes stared off into the long halls that stretched deep underground, halls that smelled musty and of the dead.

"I am uncertain who that woman was claiming to be. There has been a lot of activity going on since the former Grand Duke had been assassinated. She could have posed a threat, but it felt as if she were toying with me." His frown deepened at the thought. "If word has already gotten around, she'll know I was the one voted in to become the next Grand Duke." He raise dhis head to Emery. "As it was voted upon last evening. So it's official." He sighed. His eyes then returned down the hall, waiting for his nerves to calm. He was normally very stoic to begin with, wouldn't voice the matter he was riled up over Avaritia Tyrennius, but still... he was now in a position of power, or would be very soon. Becoming the Grand Duke of Connlaoth during this time of turmoil had a lot of eyes pointing his way, and the unrest had already begun.   Random mages were striking out, many were called in, collected already for trial, even those who had done nothing. No mages were considered safe now. Since somehow... a mage managed to blow up the Palace, the very chambers the former Grand Duke resided, despite mordecai being nearby and on hand.

It baffled everyone.

"The woman said her name was Avaritia Tyrennius," Calent said, plucking off his rain soaked gloves before gesturing for her to follow. "Come, let's move deeper into the grave. I'd like to visit where my parents are resting, and it ought to be even safer there."
Though wouldn't that be his luck, someone would know where his parents grave was and waiting to strike. Though he was paranoid, it was unlikely, but still, his eyes skirted around as they proceeded onward, ever wary that after that incidient with Avaritia Tyrennius, anythign was possible.

Once the pair were deep enough down the rabbit hole, just approaching the south-western wing, they began to ascend down a long and shallow ramped stair case made of stone. The air here was even mustier, even a little more foul, but here was the wing that held the resting corpses of the slightly fresher dead.

"As you are well aware, temporary measures have been called out to secure heavier restrictions on mages. The mage himself has not yet been identified, so the nobles are taking precautions. Naturally, all of this is falling onto your shoulders, being a mordecai," and here he turned to face her. "And it falls on your shoulder since you one of my own, Considerng you and Zannrick are part of my elite, part of the line that has served my family for sometime, I'm trusting you two with everything." He studied her face, but continued, the stairs seeming endless as the faint light of his lantern lit the way, but at the bottom, there were torches ready to be lit, and he took his time in lighting each of them once they made it within the room, and at the far back corner, he paused, lighting the larger scones that resided on both sides of his parents tomb, and paused to stare down at the stone beds in thought.

"It is said a mage killed my father." He frowned. "Let us hope I do not suffer the same fate. Connlaoth needs a strong leader now more than ever, and the laws will need addressed. Angsar taught us to be wary of them, perhaps now is the time to put the iron shackles down upon those magic users and mages, and snuff them out where ever possible." He turned to Emery, his face stoic and plain as he looked at her.
"Men, women, children... it does not matter who. We will be branding new laws agaisnt all of them. For the safety of the people. For the safety and future of Connlaoth." His green eyes remained hard and stern. "Do you understand your mission? No mage is seen as innocent. All of them have the taint. And I need your help finding that murderer, no matter the costs."
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[ooc: that makes sense to me! 8D]

Emery listened patiently as she followed him deeper into the tomb, letting him speak uninterrupted. It was rather stifling deeper inside and oppressive, but perhaps that was just claustrophobia speaking. Descending those steps felt like climbing into a grave.

Finally they were there, the stone beds before them, and Emery made a sign with her fingers and bowed her head briefly in respect. Looking back to Calent, she nodded grimly.

"I understand, my lord," she said. "We will find the one responsible, and they will be brought to justice before Ansgar." She shook her head. "I've long felt we've long been too soft on the issue and if I may speak candidly, sir, I am honored to serve a lord who would see those wrongs righted."

In fact, it was why she had defected from the Mordecai order in the first place; they were too soft, letting mages roam free at the cost of a mark on their clothes and service to the church. And yet they still murdered. She couldn't respect that, and so she had rather turn traitor to the order than continue to pay lip service to a cause she didn't believe in.

Calent was a cause she could believe in. And she would die to ensure his safety if it came to that.

Crossing her hands in front of her, she tilted her hand. "If I may ask, what would you have us do with the mages we find? Are we to formally arrest them, or are they to be executed on the spot?"
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OOC: Hint, hint, the mage killer is my character, Blaith Harmond. (the person that killed the Grand Duke, I mean)

THOUGH I JUST HAD A HORRIBLE IDEA
Since Blaith's power can creep past the mordecai's, and so can Gherrick's, Gherrick should totally get caught up in being accused of the murder at some point.
Just sayin'! Might be interesting if one of the stories weave that way (or our two threads eventually weave together~)

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Calent thought over her request, his eyes listless as they painted cross the stone graves.
"If you find that mage, kill him." And he paused, the place becoming silent as the dead, except the faint fluttering of the torches and scones, and the light held in his lantern. Then he slowly turned to her. "Mages can go on a case by case basis, but if there's any doubt..." His face hardened. "Do not hesitate to kill."
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[ooc: omg I love this idea! *___* AND TOTALLY AGREE! The threads/plots should intersect! >8D Oh poor Gherrick, as if he's not in enough trouble already! xDD]

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Emery pressed her lips together and nodded. "Understood, sir." After another brief pause, she added, "The mountain camps I've been hearing about. What becomes of the mages there?"
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Calent grew silent over her question, mulling it over before looking at her.
"They're either killed, interrogated, or shipped elsewhere. As far from Connlaoth as possible. I was considering over seas. Though it would be impossible to keep all of our boarders patrolled for illegal mage activity, it's an idea. Though we'll probably keep most there until the mage killer is found. None of them can be considered innocent. Not with such intentions as bringing down the whole government of Connlaoth is a really real threat." He sighed and looked around the grave sight, eyes resting upon his parents place before moving to his knees and bowing his head in silence reflection.

OOC: OK COOL XD
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"Indeed, sir." Emery let out a sigh. "Connlaoth has been kind to the mages, and look how they repaid that kindness? With more death. We can't be faulted for doing what needs to be done to protect our people, and they have no one to blame but themselves, because we've tried." She gave an uncomfortable shrug. "If you ask me, it's a mercy that they're being shipped away, not only for our people, but for them. News spreads. People will be angry, scared. Scared, angry people mob."

And if they wanted to tear a mage apart, Emery would not stop them.

As Calent knelt and paid his respects, however, Emery fell quiet so as not to disturb him, only speaking up after a moment to say a quiet, "For what it's worth, my lord, I'm sorry for your loss."
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Calent rose only after a long moment of silence and turned to her.
"It's known my father was killed by an unknown magel." He sighed. "Let us hope justice can be served, and Connlaoth is viewed as a symbol for all of the world. Mages might roam freely elsewhere, but here, the people are safe and prospering. We can not let those ideas taint us and our advancements. No other places can boast what we have. It is our unique ability to adapt as humans, to allow ourselves to become so dependent on our minds and spirits, it's that what sets us apart and makes this country great. It is a shame people are diseased with magic, but it can not be helped." He gestured towards the stairs before moving onward, picking up the lantern, his foot steps echoing as he moved up the stairs. He was done talking, for now. But he had much to go over and paused when he was halfway up the stairs.

"I'll want you and Zannrick to check out the camps int he North, then report back to me. Understood?" He didn't bother to look back at her as he posed his question.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

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Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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