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It was lost..
All of it.
Falling and fading away, crumbling into chaos and death.
The canons roar, the hiss of sword to sword..
and the cries of dieing men.

It had been an ambush- this much she knew..
and she remembered hearing them shouting.. yelling.. screaming...
"Don't let anyone out of this alive!"

A massacre...


They hadn't the time to defend themselves. It had been in the middle of the knight when the attack had come, all lords and ladies sleeping in their bed.
It was said they slit most of their throats when they slept..
except she...
Somehow she had managed to run.. scrambling.. feebly frantic through the fire and blasts, the ground shaking as she ran.
And then it happened-
and the white light and noise threw her over...
crumpling her to the ground.

Soon men surrounded her..
The canon fire head not killed her..
but the man planned a much worse death for her.
Her parents, she found out, as seh was kicking and screaming as they held her, had already been killed.
When told what was to be done with her..
they threw a bag ove rher head, chained her wrists, then locked her into a cell.
It was barely morning on the third day when they decided to come back to her-
but the fire and fight was still in her eyes, despite herself weakened from where she was chained upon the wall.


Yes..
they had terrible, wicked, horrible plans for her.

In the morning, on light's first breath. she would hang.


But Katahnia would not allow it.
She spat onto the man's face in defiance, demanding he kill her then-
and so he slapped her, but she merely spat a second time, this time drawing blood onto his face.
The man was so upset, he unsheathed his sword and ran her through..
though not enought o kill her...

Weak, tired and finding herself fading.. Katahnia began to crumple, and the man pressed in his sword.
She let out a scream, and all she heard was their laughter.

"Damn you mages!" he cried. "Damn you all to hell!"
More laughter.
"You.. you pretty little one.." he siad, stroking her cheek as she dizzily raised her head to look at him.  "You will be the prime example to them all. In the morning, noose around your neck.. strangling infront of all the world to see for your crimes.."
She reached a hand out suddenly, grabbing his collar tight and wheezed, groaning as she tried to find her breath.

"You will not.." she choked. "You will not be the one to kill me. I will.. preserve my parents dreams."
And just like that, her body began to glow.
Growing fearful, the man suddenly backed away, leaving his sword behind s it appeared the woman might explode...


Killing them all with her.


And she did-
except she did not explode in the way one would think she did, but rather incased herself inside impenetrable crystal, and there she remained to this day-


Locked inside her cell, chained to the wall...
Body imprisoned beneath a shell of hard jewel..
and a sword pressing into it- though it was not incased, except the piece that remained lunged into her side...

a peculiar work of art to find...
a peculiar mystery..
and a beautiful myth.



Now the duchy of Harmond was nothing but a dream....
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The rain hadn't been so bad at first and Cauwyn's travelers cloak was more than enough to protect him from it. His hood pulled up to guard his head and face while the back draped over his shield and pack. Using the spear in his hand he had decided to pass on through the small village, the people seeming awfully weary of outsiders, not to mention he was a bit short on coin and while he could have afforded a room he thought it best not to flaunt what little money he still had. He could fight, but death had come quickly in the night to many.

It had been a poor choice. Only a few hours out of the town the rain didn't let up, but only grew worse. Cauwyn pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and hunched into it, his spear making a rather helpful walking stick as hard soled leather boots clomped through the mud. Then the wind picked up, driving the downpour harder against him and the cold of it biting at his bones. Cauwyn had little choice but to find shelter now, knowing that the woods would not protect him from this kind of weather. He needed someplace dry to start a fire.

And someplace dry he found. His wandering found him to what looked to be an abandoned castle on a hill. He knew little of the battle that had taken place, but he had seen enough to know that this one had not gone the way of the defenders. Climbing loose moss covered rubble it was easy enough to breach the walls and make his way into the keep. Unfortunately the same holes that had provided entrance had also broken down the walls. Large holes now dotted the ceiling from decay joining those caused by cannons and siege engines. He was forced to go lower, down into the dungeons of the keep.

Though it was a bit moldy and musty, dry wood hadn't been too terribly hard to find and soon Cauwyn had a rather pleasant fire going. He'd hung out his cloak and propped his pack against his sword and shield to give it and the armor inside a chance to dry. A couple fat rats and a rather large ferret were skewered almost a foot above the flame where they would cook slowly. When time allowed, cawing actually enjoyed making his food enjoyable beyond that of most travelers. He usually even had a couple of pouches of spices, but they were busy drying with his things.

A quick look around had been enough to tell him the place was safe for the night, but with the heavy patter of rain above Cauwyn found himself growing rather bored. With a large chunk of ferret on his dagger Cauwyn decided to give the place a better look over. It seemed pretty undisturbed, and who knew what treasures he could find.

Strolling down the long hall of the dungeon with a simple torch in one hand and his dagger in the other, still loaded down with meat, he peered into the cells as he passed. Rotting clothes and old bones mostly, and he was ready to turn back when something caught his eye. A sparkle from one of the cells produced something more than he had ever imagined..

"Fuck me.." He whistled at the size of the crystal. It was shaped like a woman, which he found odd though not as odd as the simple seeming sword stuck in it. He frowned, closing the distance for further inspection. His face reflected in the torch light and crystal and he grinned at the way the faucets made him look.

"Who in th' nine hells would put somethin' like this down 'ere?" He looked around, to see if the cell had any special meaning to it, but he saw nothing. He frowned again, looking back at the crystal, "Fuckin' odd place t' keep yer art or treasure.."

There was no way he could carry it back, he knew, but maybe if he just took a piece? He reached out and touched the shackles that bound the crystal lady, rusted and old, and then the sword that lodged its self in the body. It was odd and for a moment Cauwyn considered the thought that it may have been magic, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Why would someone use magic to turn a woman they'd stabbed to crystal if they weren't going to take it with them?

"Huh," Something caught his eye then, a bump on the surface of the face, "is that...is that supposed t' be a tear?" He reached out to touch the crystal. His leather gloves were fingerless allowing his calloused fingers to run over the cool crystal surface.

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shhhhhhhhhhnk

A light hiss was heard, then a faint tinkle, and a crack.  Then a small piece of the crystal spat towards Cauwyn's face.
And a moment later, another one spat, and another- and soon a spiderweb of cracks began to swell across the massive gem.

For what took just a few seconds of rivets and splits, another second came more of the shell of a jewel to simply split in half, the case exploding and crumbling to the ground, just as the woman was released from time-
Air to breath...
throat to scream...
eyes closed tight as she wailed out in pain, body pressing outwards on the chains that bound her, the shackles of her despair before suddenly she wilted, head drooping as she went still.

But she was still breathing, albeit shallow, as the blood- stabbed into her from ages past, returned to coating her stomach with it's thick, red warmth.


Katahnia had been free...
the crystal magics finally having faded..
and it only took a little bit of anti-magic for the shield to finally break...


and now all that was left of the precious gem was nothing of it at all, but a woman limply breathing as she hung, still chained to the wall.


OOC: I hope this makes sense XD

I be sleepy D:
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"Ahck!" Cauwyn shouted it was most certainly a very manly fashion as he fell back away (and onto his ass) from the sputtering, cracking crystal. He watched in amazement and confusion for only a brief moment before he began to realize just exactly what was happening. Magic! Foul, dark, twisted magic had lured him here and then used him! Or at least, that's what made sense to him as his look of shock turned to a rather dark scowl,

"Fuckin' magic!" He hissed the words as he pushed himself off his ass and forward, taking a knee as he watched the gem turn into a woman. He was in the middle of reaching out to touch her when she breathed and then screamed. Again he found himself startled onto his backside with a grunt of displeasure. Not only did he hate magic, he hated when it embarrassed him in front of a pretty girl! Well, pretty as a slave can be with a sword in its gut.

"Hey," The king of wit and charm he was, "hey girly, you alright?" He reached out a somewhat shaky hand and none too gently poked the girl in the forehead. That was sure to impress her he thought with an inward groan and then came forward onto his knees, reaching a bit more gently to hold her head back. His voice, too, had turned more gentle as well as he struggled to keep the frustration and disgust of the magic out of it and filled it with a bit more concern for the injured girl, "Lass? Are you ok?"

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When he drew near, she felt weak at first, the world swirling in a dizzy, hot mess around her as she moaned.  His voice sounded distant, and close, all at once, even blaring in her ears as she winced, reared back then suddenly realized he was touching her.
Her eyes shot open, wild and green like the sea as she screamed out, suddenly bucking against her restraints.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me you cad!" her voice echoed, desperate cries and sobbings mixed along with her body as she fought and twisted against the chains, yanking on them, feeling the sword dig deeper into her fresh as she cried ut suddenly, whimpered, groaned and then-

Suddenly..
suddenly she stopped as she realzied...

She was surrounded in ruin.

Breathing, hard and long, her chest heaving with each tempered breath, she slowly, ever so slowly looked all around.

"Oh... my god..." her lips remained open, trembling as her eyes welled with tears.
"It's all..." and her words faded away just as she whispered them.. "....gone."

And suddenly she was beside herself in tears, hanging there and shaking with terrifying sobs as reality settled in....
She had gotten her wish, did she not?
ANd now this-now that she was awakened..
this was her price to pay...

Everything..
everything was destroy, long gone, busted and decayed...

and after a moment Katahnia wilted away, tired and listless as the reality settled over like a shroud of dust, even her eyes seemed to dull in color as she stared out dismally at the world.
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"Hey!" Came Cauwyns indignant reply as he jerked his hand back when she shouted at him, his features twisting into a mixture of a scowl and a frown. He most certainly may have been a cad, but she didn't know that! She was in a damn crystal until he showed up! A little bit of gratitude wouldn't kill her..

But then she was crying and Cauwyns scowl all but disappeared. He looked around at the ruin of the dungeon and remembered well the shell of a castle up stairs. If she had any fondness for this place, she was certainly right about it being gone.

"Ah, stop.. Stop movin' about like that.." His frown turned into a look of concern as he saw the sword move about as she writhed and sobbed. He knew she didn't like him touching her, but he decided to bet that she wouldn't like a sword in her more. She was also distressed, which meant she probably wasn't even paying attention to him. Cauwyn hardened his voice, putting a bit of an edge too it though it was only for her own good, "Listen girly, yer gonna gut yourself if you keep on sobbin' like that.."

Maybe it wasn't the gentlest thing, but it was the truth. Without asking for permission first Cauwyn reached forward and placed his left hand on her stomach above the wound, his right one taking up the sword, "Now listen, I'm gonna pull this out. It's pro'lly gonna hurt, but stay still yeah?" And with those reassuring words Cauwyn pulled the blade free, his left hand moving to instantly cover the wound as he tossed the sword away behind him.

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SHe only halfed listened, her mind still whirling.  But as he drew closer, she began to grow wary of him, if not because of fear, but because she realized what he was about to do. Not that she had much of a choice, gasping when his hand touched her, then quickly hyperventilating before...


Her scream pierced the air, echoing into the dungeon.
Then after a moment, she dropped, then began to shake, tremble as she hyperventilated again, drawing in deep breaths and whimpers as she tried to suppress the pain, but her eyes were plagued with tears and her face, creasing in agony as hot blood began to seep out quickly from the open wound.

The pain had left her suddenly breathless, wordless, and in pain.


OOC: Hrmm I didn't account for one thing..
she's still in chains..
so she's out of her crystal..
but still in her chains.. >>;

*Coughs* by chance to Cauwyn pick locks? XD
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Cauwyn held the wound for a moment, waiting to make sure her intestines didn't fall from the wound. When he didn't feel anything Cauwyn slowly pulled his hand away. He frowned at the blood on it or more so the tingle of it where it touched the calloused skin of his fingers. He knew the feeling well, this womans blood held magic. He wiped the hand clean on the skirt of her gown before turning his attention back to her.

"Well, ya won't die. Not right away at least, but we're gonna need t' clean that wound.." He didn't sound very pleased at the idea, though whether it was at the thought of infection or her surviving was unclear. He regarded the girl a moment, and then her chains, before speaking with a small frown, "First I s'pose we'll need t' get ya free.."

A quick glance around didn't reveal a key lying usefully in reach, unfortunately, but he did see his dagger. He picked up the thick blade, pulling off the meat that had fallen into a puddle of rather filthy water. He considered eating it anyway for a moment, but with fresh meat on his fire he tossed it aside and moved closer to her chains.

"Now, if'n ya want t' keep your hands ya should probably stay pretty still.." And with that Cauwyn started to pick away at the pin that locked the shackles in place. It wasn't easy and he grunted and cussed under his breath, but the pin eventually started to move.

OOC:
He wouldn't be much of a brigand if he couldn't! Though for more delicate work, he's more of a hammer kinda guy! :]

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Katahnia, though still wary, watched the man work with interest.
So he was going to help her escape?
A few quick breaths escaped her before she paused, held her chest out, breath in and remained as still as the dead...
Though the moment she felt he chains give way-
her breath was released, as well as a scream, as her arms fell limply, useless and sore after being hung for so long as the poor girl completely collapsed on top/ towards of him-
legs still chained at the rear.

OOC: Hey Cauwyn- CATCH! XD
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OOC: Best game of catch... ever!!
IC:

"Almost... just.. Here we, fuckin'... come on ya bitch.." Cauwyn grumbled to himself as he worked the blade against the cuffs. The metal was old and rusting, which was both good and bad for what he was doing. He was so focused on his work he wasn't even paying attention to the girl, or the position they were both in with him pressed right against her. Probably a bad choice as the pin finally broke free and Cauwyn raised his dagger in triumph, "Ha-ha!"

And then she fell against him. Cauwyns balance was thrown off when he was hit with her. Though she wasn't heavy in the least, she was practically dead weight he hadn't been expecting and as she fell forward he struggled to catch her, tossing his dagger aside to do so. His arms wrapped around her as they both fell backwards, briefly knocking the air from Cauwyn with an "Oomph!"

It took a moment for him to catch his breath and realize what had happened.  He looked past her at the chains on her feet and briefly considered the fact he probably should have started there. As his attention returned to her, and the way they were laying however, a rather wolfish grin spread across his face.

"I know yer grateful girl," He said with a cocksure attitude and as best of a confident shrug as he could manage from his back with her on top of him, "but maybe ya should save th' reward until after yer free an' cleaned up?" His wolfish grin only grew as he tucked his hands up behind his head, which was a bit sore, and eyed her pointedly, "O'course, if'n ya can't wait, I'm more than happy t' take it now.."

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Yes, they would find themselves in an awkward predicament, her weak limbs thrown across him, her hair and scent falling over her chest as she lay there a moment, cheek pressed against his body and breathed.  It wasn't until she felt him moving that she stirred, still dizzy from her new found freedom and her limbs, still useless from their chains.  Though as she lifted her head, she stared at him, appalled by his statement and, despite her limbs being useless, she struck a hand across his face, though it was weak and pathetic attempt that, after the fact, rendered her useless as she fell back onto him with a frustrated cry, face now buried into the crook of his neck.

"I'll have you know I'm a lady and your words are most certainly unacceptable!" she spat the words hotly against his neck, tryin her limbs out only to wince as the prickly sensation returned to them- blood beginning to flow..
and also, as she moved again, she winced, collapsing yet again, as she recalled the fresh blood and pain of the wound on her side.  THen, after a moment of realizing, she groaned, then requested.
"If you'd please unchain my legs..." she finally found the strength to push herself up, hair, once beautiful and gold, like the morning sunrise, now hung in dirty, untamed loose curls about her equally dirty and tired face.
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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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Cauwyn expected the smack and though she was rather weak, it still stung a bit as she caught him across the cheek. He flashed her a quick scowl, though it was only half-hearted, but couldn't keep it long as she fell back against him practically nestled against his neck. A deep inhale through his nose did get him quite the scent and despite the dirt and her disheveled appearance, she did smell much nicer than the women he was used too..

"Yeah yeah.." Cauwyn grumbled, his hands unpillowing from behind his head to gently but firmly grip her waist. He considered briefly pushing her to the side but then, with a rather wry grin, decided it would be a much better idea to wiggle his way out from underneath her by going strait up. The effect was somewhat lost when she was able to raise herself up before being dragged over his waist, but he still was chuckling anyways, "Of course, m'lady.." His tone, while still light hearted, was a bit mocking.

As he crawled about on hands and knees he found his dagger with a victorious smirk and then turned, leveling the blade and a mocking yet reproachful glare at her, "Ya know, for a woman chained t' a wall in a dungeon with a cad such as myself, ya sure do make a lot of demands.."

That being said Cauwyn did still crawl around behind her and start working away on the chains holding her feet, speaking more to her this time than simply grumbling to himself, "An don't go gettin' all pissy with me either, girly. I coulda just left ya in here.. Or, ya know, hacked ya up and sold bits of ya for a nice room at an inn. A hot meal, a nice ale, a soft bed an' a softer woman t' share it with.." He paused in both his work and rambling speech to take a sniff of himself. He smelled like damp road and sweat, not nearly as pleasant as she had smelled. He returned to working the pin free of the cuffs on her feet as well as adding to his list, "A bath, definitely... Maybe a girl t' share that with too.."

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Katahnia couldn't believe the crassness of this man!  Not only was he insulting her, but he was adding salt to that injury as she merely stared at him, appalled.
"Well, I suppose you will have your time soon enough," she replied haughtily, weakly slicking her wild locks out of her face as they sealed against her damp hair.  "Now, if you'd hurry up and just unchain me.." she said, words nearly between her teeth as she tried to keep her temper in check- after all, she wasn't free of his clutches, or the chains, just yet.
And well..
she didn't like him having his hands all over her legs, with her ripped skirts hanging a bit too immodestly across them.
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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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"Would you like t' come back 'ere an' do this?" Cauwyn snapped at the woman, not in the least liking her tone. After all, he was here helping her! He could just as easily have went back to his campfire or worse.. With one leg freed he crawled across her to the other which put them in a somewhat compromising position. He didn't mind it of course, but he could only imagine what haughty things the girl would have to say next.

As he worked against the other cuff though, he started to feel bad for his outburst. Or, outburts really. He sighed heavily and the clanging slowed as he started to speak again. This time though, his tone was a lot softer and quieter, just loud enough to be heard over the clanging and scraping of metal on metal, "Look it, girly, I'm not gonna hurt'cha ok? I was just kiddin' around and...." He sighed and then swallowed his pride, reminding himself that he was trying to be a better person, "..and I'm sorry ok? I'll get'cha outta this an' then I'll take a look at yer..." He paused for a moment, considering that it might be easier on the scared girl if he spoke a bit more proper. Ladies were like that, snobbish, he knew, "your wound, ok?"

OOC: See? Cauwyn can be nice.. sometimes.

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Katahnia made a noise, face burning as he positioned himself rather lewdly before her. She squeaked a few times, but her prudence kept her tongue to a squeak and her face, the similar color of a beet.

Setting her jaw, she glared at him defiantly, a fire brewing in her eyes like a raging sea.  But then, as he slowed, she released a breath, almost a snort..
and was about to reprimand him for halting his transgressions upon the lock when he apologized. She found her eyes widening at that, and her cheeks, burning hotter still.

"You won't have to see to my wounds, or to me, even, after all of this. I can handle this on my own," she huffed, and the same pesky piece of hair fell into her face, forcing her to slick it back again as she remained glaring and haughty.
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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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Her attitude wasn't helping his noble intentions any, but he did his best to keep to the high rode. Instead of snapping, his voice remained even and calm as he worked at the cuff, "Is that so? A moment ago ya...you were barely able t' smack me. As it is, you can barely keep yer, your, self up! And trust me when I say, I know a thing or two 'bout wounds, ok?"

The pin came out with a clang and the last cuff came free. Cauwyn smiled, reveling in his own triumph for a brief moment before he backed away from the girl slowly on his hands and knees. Once there was space between them he held up his hands, lightly holding the dagger, to show he meant what he said, "Look, see there? Yer, you are, free.. See. I'm gonna put this away now.." Maybe he was speaking a little slower than he needed to, but the last thing this girl needed was to go running off with that open wound. Cauwyn slowly slid the dagger into the sheath on the belt that cinched his still damp tunic against him.

"There, now.." He slowly started lowering his hands back to the ground, "I have fire and some food.. I'm willin' to share both with ya," He cleared his throat with a bit of a frown as he still stumbled over a few words, "..with you, if you'll let me clean an' stitch that wound for you.."

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After Katahnia was free, and the man, away from her, she remained bent over, barely having enough support to keep her torso raised. Her arms were burning as feelings were returning, the blood almost all there, but her legs.. they were still numb and useless as she gave way to a groan.
She barely heard what he was saying, feeling sick and dizzy from all the torment and chaos she had been forced to endure but a moment ago...
but to the world, it was far, far a lot of years.

After a moment, she shivered, cleaning her teeth as she tried to fight back tears.
But pride kept her strong enough so she wouldn't collapse, and she found just enough pained strength to push herself up so she could now lean back against the jail cell bars.
Keep her head up, she closed her eyes a nd sighed, her breathing still deep ad shallow as a delicate hand rested over the gaping bleeding wound at her side.

She began to feel feverish, and..
despite all of it, the flicks of magics in her body that she tried to summon- became choked out, and were not there...

She couldn't heal herself.

A tear slid down from her eyes, making it's way slowly down her cheek as she remained pressed and silent within her cell.

No, she didn't want to eat, despite being famished.
No, she couldn't run away, despite the desire.
No, she didn't want his help with her wound, despite she needed it...
No, she even had no where to go...
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The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

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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Cauwyn watched her quietly as she forced herself to the bars. Despite the perceived slight at her refusal of his help, he showed the girl no anger. The way she crawled, as exciting as it could have been, hardly registered to him at all. It was her will that had him most captivated. Her sheer will to live and to do so on her own terms. He both respected and admired it, though he also realized how foolish she was being. Cauwyn watched her quietly for a moment, trying to formulate a plan in his head. When nothing came rushing to mind he decided to go with what worked for him, winging it.

On hands and knees still he crawled over to her, though he kept a respectful enough distance that either of them would have to lunge to touch each other. For his own safety as much as hers. Cauwyn sat back on his heels in a low squat, resting his hands over his knees.

"Lookit," He started with a slightly frustrated groan, "I know this is gotta be rough for you... Well, I don't exactly know how rough, can't even imagine really, an' I still don't even know what's goin' on so I can't tell ya I get it... but I do get this. Ya need help, an' as far as I can tell I'm all ya got down here.." He cast a quick look around to make his point, though there was no venom in his words, "An' gathern' by the way ya talk, I'm guessin' you wasn't always in this dungeon 'fore this castle fell. Now, I know I ain't no prince or nothin', but what I am is a decent cook an' good at stitchin' up wounds.."

He stood slowly now, his knees popping and groaning from the cold and damp. As he stood above her looking down he held out both hands to her, "So, ya can either sit there cryin' against that cold wall.... Or, ya can come warm up by a fire an' eat somethin' t' help get your strength back, after we seal up that gut wound.." He shrugged slightly and then flashed his best boyish grin, "What's yer choice, m'lady.." This time the word was said without any animosity.

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Katahnia remained there, still steadily breathing before raising her eyes to look at him. She was worse for wear, and too exhausted to put up much more of a fight than she had..
then after a time, she lowered her gaze.

"I'm too exhausted to either argue or agree," she added softly though after a moment, she found the strength to look around at their surroundings, a sadness and longing in her eyes.
"It all fell.."s he said after a time. "All of it.." Sighing, she closed her eyes a moment to compose herself, before opening them to look over at her.. well, current companion.

"I suppose thank yous are in order,"s he said, staring at him for a moment, her face and expression, a bit softer, if still tired, than earlier.  "My name is Katahnia." she offered, the name- the offering of it anyways, a symbol of truce.  "Thank you for helping me."

After all, he wasn't her enemy, despite her fieriness against him.


Then sighing, she hung her head.
"I feel too ill to eat,"s he admitted. "And I don't think I can walk just yet." She sighed, frustratedly at her predicament, but in the same breath, she wouldn't have tried, even given the choice. She was exhausted and could have just let herself fallen away to sleep right there in the dark ruins of her cell.

"And no.." She replied, finally staring back over him, affording him a weak grin. "I wasn't always down here."  Tired, she let her smile fade away as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes and winced, hands pressing over her warm wound as she cringed.
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The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

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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"Katahnia huh? Pretty name.." Cauwyn said with a smile. After a short moment lost looking down at her he blinked and then grinned, somewhat embarrassed, "Oh, and I'm Cauwyn by the way.. Sorry 'bout that.."

"Well, two weak to eat or not ya need too, princess.." Cauwyn said with a hint of the wry grin from earlier. She seemed to be coming around to him, which in his mind meant he could go back to being himself. He'd already stopped trying to talk all high-born, might as well bring back the jokes too right? "And ya certainly can't sit around in here so... up ya go." And with that Cauwyn unceremoniously lifted the weakened girl up off the floor and into his arms.

Dead weight isn't exactly the easiest thing to lift, no matter how strong you are. So while it might have been more romantic to hold her gently in his arms in front of her, it wasn't exactly practical. He realized this by the time he made it out of the cell, the whole while jostling her and trying to keep her from falling. Finally in the hall he'd had enough and with a small grunt and a mumbled "Sorry 'bout this.." He went from knightly arm hold to slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Conscious of her wound however, Cauwyn made sure to keep her waist low enough against him that the wound pressed against his chest rather than the top of his shoulder. It was still a bit of a strain, but at least with his arms wrapped around her this way his forearm became a bit of a seat for her. And, ya know, he could see her ass too. Though he was wise enough not to mention that part as he carried her back to his fire.

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