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Cambie

It'd been more than three years since he'd seen her.

Three years since Aryn awoke in an empty mansion to find that Kella Harmond had disappeared in the night, snowy horse tracks leading away from the estate's open door. That day he packed up some of the silk and velvet noblemen's clothing in the mansion closets and took off after her.

He searched for her for those three years across the war-torn country of Connlaoth. Most places he stopped at had no answers. Some had gossip for him, but never anything good. On more than one occasion the Ironhand had come close to giving up his search only to hear something new, something that sparked his fleeting hope of ever seeing Kella again. On the way he picked up a few more scars, killed a few more men, stained his hands with some more blood.

Then Thaedes burned to the ground. He'd been camped out with a group of ragtag mercenaries at the time when the news arrived, that Lady Kella Harmond had been spotted in the fiery city. By the time he arrived, nothing remained but a pile of charred rubble. Still, it sparked his hope.

He turned toward Turgall. He wasn't the only one. Apparently the Duke of Turgall, twin brother to the woman he sought, had sent his messengers across the land to muster up banners to his cause. At Turgall Aryn watched Blaith Harmond, marvelled in how similar he looked to Kella, studied his appearance and mannerisms as he gave a rousing speech to the gathered army – and stole one of the Duke's horses.

It was on this horse that he now sat, exhaling soft wisps of frosted breath in the cold air as he reined the stallion to a halt upon a high ridge, overlooking the great Fort Dhagh down below. A fluttering tickled his stomach from the inside, and it wasn't just from hunger. The plan in his head was, by all accounts, the most idiotic thing a person could do, but the Ironhand didn't really know any other way to go about it. Reaching into his pack, he withdrew a pair of stolen, ill-fitting doeskin gloves and slipped them over his flesh hand and his iron one. The highborn clothing fit snugly against his large frame and still had wrinkles and creases from the three-year journey. He honestly didn't look anything like the Duke of Turgall.

But who in that castle would know the truth?

'Blaith Harmond' had come for his sister. To pluck her out of that citadel and get her as far away as possible.

With another long exhale and then a spit off to the side, he dug his heels into the stallion and rode down the hill toward Fort Dhagh's gates.

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How long had it been since she'd become a prisoner here? Life wasn't as horrid as she'd expect it to be, but as the hours and days ticked by, it seemed not only was this winter endless, but the hours, too. Dismal and grey were the days, and quiet and discomforting were the nights. She was uncertain what fate truly had in store for her- for she knew well enough no real actions would be made come winter, but with food supplies waning, she had a feeling the 'unwanteds' would be the first to suffer under the losses. But so far, she had been offered the same sort of food as her keeper, and Lillian Coleridge and herself shared plenty quaint conversations- But Kella wasn't much into talking as of late, and grew thinner as she ate less and less as the days went on.

One could say perhaps she was bored, or depressed; and this might be true, but it was so much more complex than that. For her mind was on the one man her heart still pined for, and she just hoped he was well and as far away from this war as he could. She had seen enough of this hell to know she hoped he'd forget about her- but not completely.

If only, she could take comfort to know he thought of her at night as she did, perhaps it would make all of this long, cold waiting worth something. And as the evening rolled on and the sun set early, as usual, Kella retired. She slept for so many hours, fourteen hours of the day could easily be accounted for as her 'resting'. But she hardly slept, even when she tried. And the dark circles beneath her eyes proved that.

So this time, like all of the others was no different, as she told her keeper, Lily, she was going to rest. She had already brushed her hair and bathed that morning, whihc was a luxury she was surprised they could afford. And so when she returned to her bed, she smelled of sweet soaps and dried flowers, and when she closed her eyes- she thought of the days that had been-
and of the withering, dying flowers of the fall- who's scent now encaptured her and drifted her off to a listless slumber.
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Zero

Kella wasn't the only one for which the days seemed to tick slowly by. Not that Lillian had really been here that long. It seemed like an age had come and past, though. There was little to do at her post. Her prisoner was hardly talkative, despite her initial efforts to become amicable with the woman. She supposed she couldn't really blame Kella for not wanting to be exceedingly friendly with the person assigned to guard her and make sure she did not escape.

The longer they were locked together in that tower, the more Lillian found that Kella slept, leaving the young woman alone with her thoughts. Few were good. The winter was harsh, food was coming up short, and her captive refused to eat enough. There were other thoughts, better thoughts, like dreaming of Orchy, of being home with her family. Or her mind drifting in a daze to imagine a pair of very intense blue eyes.

Sighing, realizing that the book in her lap has lost her attention yet again, Lillian set it aside to begin pacing the small space restlessly. How she would love to just get out for a long, fast ride through the hills and mountains surrounding this Ansgar forgotten pit of filth and depravity. Everytime she caught a glimpse of the mage camps it enraged her. Connlaothian citizens were being treated this way, mages or not, it was a disgrace.

Cambie

The tireless gallop of his horse (well, not technically his horse) sent spirals of freshly fallen snow up and about him, a tiny little swirling blizzard around steed and rider as Aryn rode toward the distant gates of Fort Dhagh. Already the sun was beginning to set in the horizon, which meant that either he did this now, or hunkered down in the biting cold until the morning. Instantly that second option went out the window. He'd done enough of that for three years, and his ultimate prize was just so close.

Nearer the gate, a road materialized in front of him. He veered the horse down that path. The fortress had seemed small from a distance, but only now as he rode closer and closer did he realize just how immense the walls loomed, and just how high that central tower beyond shot into the sky. He didn't even want to think about what he found back there.

As he neared the gate, he heard shouts from above as half a dozen torches flared up. "HALT!" called the gate warden from atop his perch as he held up a firm palm to Aryn. Nearby, several arrows were nocked to their bows, pointing his direction.

Aryn took a deep breath. Time to see how convincing he was.

In his best impression of Blaith Harmond, Duke of Turgall, he puffed out his thick chest and called out, "OPEN THE GATE." When the gate warden made no move and made no reply, a look of incredulity on his face, Aryn swallowed down the lump in his throat and continued, "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M DUKE BLAITH HARMOND. NOW OPEN THE BLOODY GATE!"

A small murmur went up from the men atop the wall. Was this man for real?

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Seconds later, the portcullis were raised. It was but one man who stood before them, and one of noble blood. These meager soldiers were not trained to ignore the nobles, but neither did they know how to act before them. Most were simple soldiers, and definitely not from the upper class. For if they had been, most of them would have seen right through the man's lies, at least when they were close enough to get a good look at him. From what they did know about the duke, was that he was blonde, similar to the prisoner up in the tower, and it was enough to prove who he was by the color of his hair and fancy clothing that he whore.

One man even clumsily saluted him before apologizing.
"Sir," And then swiftly, correcting his word choice, "My Duke, what is it that calls you to our fort?"
Though he was not foolish, he knew well enough why. THe duke's sister was held captive here, and one of the men near him stole a glance towards the tower, as did a few others, before they all looked expectantly at the duke and awaited his response. After all, there was no call for alarm just yet-
and he was but one man, and there was an entire army of men inside this Fort. There was no way he could cause any sort of disturbance. And there were at least five men there at the gate alone.

So what could the duke want? To simply see his sister? Perhaps visit her in her prison? They could not deny him at least that.
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Cambie

"Don't be stupid," Aryn replied in the snarkiest I'm-better-than-you-I'm-a-Duke voice he could muster. "Kella Harmond is here, and I want you to take me to her immediately."

When nobody moved, he stood straighter, looming over nearly all of them and continued, "I SAID..."

One of the guards, the only one with the gall to interrupt a Duke, albeit a visiting Duke with no real power at this fort, hastily cleared his throat and replied, "I'm afraid that order can only come from the commander of this Fort. If you would be so kind as to wait for him to come down, I'm sure he will lead you to her himself."

Aryn's breath caught in his throat at being rebuffed. He knew coming in that this plan had so many holes in it that if it were a barrel of water it'd be empty by now. Besides, for all he knew, the commander had met Blaith Harmond before, and would easily call out his disguise. Still, he had to try.

With a scowl, he stepped forward and around the guard, much to the chagrin of the soldier. Upon protest, Aryn turned and replied, "Then go get him. He can meet me up there or not, but I'm going to see my sister now."

The guards all exchanged glances with one another before following after the 'Duke', while a handful of them rushed off to find the Fort commander. Aryn grimaced to himself. The time he had available to him significantly shortened.

***

Up the tower, outside of the barred wooden door of Kella's prison, came a knock. A hurried muffled voice drifted through the gap between door and door frame as the guard on the other side passed a warning to Lillian. "Psst! Look alive! Duke Harmond just showed up and is heading up now! Make sure everything looks perfect for him."

Zero

Lillian had still been pacing when there was a knock at the door, pausing she listened to the muffled message, eyes widening. Her heart skipped the moment she heard Blaith Harmond's name, and it began to hammer a wild rhythm in her chest. Duke Harmond was here? That...didn't seem right, and yet...

She seemed to stand there forever, frozen in shock and indecision, but really it was only a few moments. Quickly she darted for the side room where her armor lay in a neat pile. Curse it all where had the damn maid gotten to? It still enraged her that the woman had managed somehow to slip through her fingers like a ghost. There wasn't time to worry about that, though, as she quickly began suiting up.

Lillian Coleridge wasn't about to face Blaith Harmond in nothing but her soft breeches and quilted coat. No, she would stand before him as a Knight of the White Lily, especially considering he shouldn't be here. It didn't matter if she agreed with her post or not. That she thought Kella mostly harmless meant nothing. The woman was a prisoner by order of the crown and she, also by order, was here to see it stayed that way.

How had he even gotten past the gate? Bloody fools, all of them! Simple soldiers intimidated by a duke, no doubt. Well she was the daughter of a duke and Blaith bloody Harmond didn't intimidate her. She buckled her sword about her waist last, the only thing she did not wear was the helmet. Her long golden hair was braided into a bun, and she wished she had a mirror to check her appearance, but that thought only made her scoff. She was going to send him away, not have him for tea, it hardly mattered how she looked, save as a put together knight.

Stepping out of the side room she touched her breastplate subconsciously, the key to Kella's cell was secure on a chain about her neck. "Lady Harmond, you may wish to wake up. According to the guards outside your brother will be here any moment."

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The fear in her eyes spoke volumes where words failed her, and the already pale colored woman paled even further and she felt all breath seem to evade her. Her vision teetered a moment as the crazy rush of what was to become of her once her brother set foot in this room had her heart nearly hammering, threaten to break outside of her chest. And it was only then she threw herself up from the bed and at the bars of her cell.

"Don't let him take me!" she pleased, blue eyes wide and wild with fear. "He'll kill me. Gods!" And tears shimmered across her gaze, a hand covering her trembling lips.

Lily could protect her? Right? The White Lily held laws here, the Fort held strength...
But a deep seeded fear tightened within her belly, chilling it to ice as she trembled all over.

"Please..." And a desperate hand reached out for hers.
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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

Cambie

Up and up the winding stairs Aryn went, followed by a gaggle of soldiers who, by now, had stopped protesting and were just pensively accompanying the 'Duke' on his journey. He kept that stern regal look about his features and kept his blazing green eyes staring forward, frowning slightly as he desperately thought of a way out of this rabbit hole. It had taken him all of five minutes to realize that his green eyes were a dead giveaway, and now tried to look past anybody who made eye contact, just in case.

It happened on several occasions, every time he arrived at a landing in the stairwell, or crossed a hall on his ascent. Each time he was stopped by a pair of perplexed guards, but quickly he circumvented them as if they were nothing to him. The trail of soldiers following him quietly grew larger and larger.

Finally, with a slight pant in his breath and a dampness in the silk shirt hugging his torso, he reached the top of the tower. The final guard was ready for him, and smartly saluted what he thought was Duke Blaith Harmond. After all, how was he to know better?

Before Aryn could throw open the double doors, a soldier's voice perked up from behind him. "Begging your pardon, your Dukeship," the soldier said hesitantly, "but it would be wise to wait for the Fort Commander here before going in. He's on his way now."

"I'm going in," Aryn replied hotly with the last of his patience. "The Commander can wait out here for me when I come back out, or he can piss off like the lot of you."

That language had the soldiers stunned into silence and before they could respond, the Ironhand strode forth around the corner and flung the doors open. The first sight that greeted him was a tiny little girl, hair golden as the sun. For a brief moment he had a perplexed look on his face, as though struggling to remember what Kella looked like. The shining armor draped over her quickly told him that she wasn't it though.

No, the one he was looking for stood behind her, behind a set of bars, trembling hands clutching the cold iron. She looked thinner and sadder than he remembered, but the flashing azure eyes and the softness of her features confirmed her identity even as his heart leaped into his throat and he froze, eyes staring.

"...Kella," he uttered softly.

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Kella completely froze, those blue eyes widening like twin sapphires. And those they were glistening with tears of agony, the fresh tears that now blurred her vision and streaked her cheeks were of another kind as she felt herself gasping, lips moving but unable to speak.


Aryn.

How long had it been since she had last seen him? He looked so different, and in a flash of a moment, she had almost thought he could have been her brother. But it was obvious now who he was, and despite the clothing he now wore (which were more familiar than just the memories that they were owned by her brother...), and while she stared at him, she began to tremble, a hand cupping over her lips as she began to sob.
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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

Zero

Lillian was taken aback by Kella's reaction to being told Blaith was coming. Why in Ansgar's name would she think that her twin brother would kill her? That was ridiculous. Obviously the poor woman was ill, something of the mind, perhaps. Being kept locked in a tower like this was enough to drive anyone crazy, she supposed. She opened her mouth to begin uttering soothing words, but the door slammed open and she turned her green eyes, burning with fury, to the doorway.

She again opened her mouth to speak, this time to berate Duke Harmond for just barging in like some common brute. The words faltered on her lips as her face settled into first confusion, then shock. Well now, this was not Blaith Harmond at all. For an instant, but only an instant, she felt disappointment, but shoved that away with a swelling indignation. Her hand flew to her sword, gripping the hilt but not drawing the blade.

"You sir, have two seconds to identify yourself and give good reason why I should not strike you down and throw your corpse from this tower." Bold words, he was rather large, wasn't he? There was not a flicker of fear in her green eyes, nor a waver in her voice as she spoke with authority.

Cambie

Aryn stared his vibrant green eyes over Lillian and at Kella, frozen in place. He'd thought about this moment a thousand times in his head, but now that he finally was face to face with her he lost the ability to speak. Instead, he closed the door behind him.

Finally though, he did what he did best: talk loudly. "By Ansgar's fucking beard, you need to stop running away, Kella Harmond! You know how long I went around looking for you? Three years, three long miserable fucking years. I swear to Ansgar, next time I'm strapping you to my back with a rope!"

But his face could not hide his true emotions, and a wide smile spread across his face even as he exploded in his tirade. It didn't take a genius to see how happy he was to have finally found her. His heart pounded furiously in his chest as he stepped forward toward her.

It occurred to him that there was another body in front of him, blocking his way. The girl's angry demand registered a bit late in his head, resulting in him staring at Lillian for a second. When he finally understood it though, he frowned slightly and answered in a rough, "Don't worry your pretty little face about who I am, I'll explain it later."

He tried to slip around her, and was almost surprised when Lillian did not budge an inch, hand hovering dangerously over her sword. With another scowl he said, "Look, I'm getting over there one way or another, so... out of the way!"

Zero

"You seem to have mistaken me for someone else, Sir. I am Lillian Coleridge, daughter of Duke Micah Coleridge, and Knight of the White Lily. You are not allowed to be here, and I have given you more than fair warning. I'm sorry." Ansgar but she didn't want to hurt anyone. She hated this job, but it was her duty. The sword left the sheath with a metallic rasp as she brought it up before her defensively.

"Last chance, you're under arrest for impersonating a Duke and for attempting to aid in the escape of a mage. Surrender quietly and you won't be harmed until you've had a fair trial."

Cambie

Aryn was just about to protest when she accused him of impersonating a Duke. Well, so much for that plan. Of course they'd station someone by Kella who knew what royalty looked like. Why would he even think that this plan would ever work?!

"Get out of the way girl," he finally replied to her with a scowl, though all he had on him was a little knife tucked into the back of his pants, which he did not reach for just yet. He had stashed his trusty axe under a fallen log before riding this way.  "I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just here for Kella. But if you keep fucking around you're going to regret it."

One look over Lillian and at the crying Kella had Aryn bristling. Of course she was crying - she was always crying - but it dawned on him then that she'd been locked away in this tower for Angsar knew how long. Just like the rest of the mages in this camp. He didn't particularly like or trust mages himself, but Kella was different. His scowl for Lillian deepened.

"Fair trial, eh? Like how all these mages are getting their 'fair trial' before being tossed into this shithole? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Your Duke father must've dropped you on your head when you were young. Now move it."

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Kella finally was able to stutter through a breath, for she was too stunned to say much more than his name. But her sniveling soon returned as tears streamed down her face as she tried to move forward towards the bars, but with a soft gasp, she banged her leg off her own bed that was in the way.
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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

Zero

Lillian bristled at the thread, but what really made her green eyes burn was when he mentioned her father. "Don't you dare talk about my father. He's the greatest man in Connlaoth, and if it weren't for some morons supporting Calent, he would be sitting in the Capitol now and none of this would have had to happen."

The words were bitten out bitterly. She didn't have a choice in who she served, Calent had been the one elected, and her oaths were taken to the crown. The mystery man in front of her was right about one thing, nobody in these camps got a fair trial, not a single one. He wouldn't either, as soon as he was subdued.

She tensed and began to move, her intention was to swing into a fighting stance her brothers had taught her, but the sound of Kella's leg banging against the bed made her flinch and turn her head to examine her prisoner.

Cambie

By all accounts, it looked like he was in for a fight. Sure, this girl was small. But she was well-armored, and had that long sword of hers. All he had was a small knife and his fists.

Well, one of the fists was made of solid iron.

The loud bang emanating from Kella's cell had even Aryn wincing at it, for it sounded like that really hurt. The knight of the White Lily turned her head briefly to investigate though, and Aryn saw a small opening. Quickly taking a step forward he swung his heavy right arm, an iron prosthetic hidden under sleeve and glove, at the girl's pretty blonde locks.

Zero

Lillian wasn't stupid by any account, but turning her eyes away from Aryn for any reason had been pretty dumb. She realized her mistake a moment too late, because just as she was turning her head to face him again something heavy collided with her skull. The girl hadn't even seen what struck her before she collapsed to the floor heavily in a heap face-down, sword clattering as it fell from her hand.

Her hands were twitching slightly, but her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, and blood began matting her fair hair, some dripping onto the floor. Her breathing was steady, the injury not fatal, but certainly would be painful when she regained consciousness.

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It all happened faster than she could find herself, and as soon as he swung at Lillian, she gasped seconds too late. And the words "Don't!" couldn't even make it out of her lips. And there she remained, half clutching onto her iron bed frame, peering at the crumpled form of Lillian Coleridge in wide eyed shock.
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Cambie

As Lillian crumpled down to the ground, Aryn stood over her, unsure of what to do for a split second. It'd been a while since he had struck a woman and he certainly didn't enjoy it. Especially not when they fell to the ground so unceremoniously like this one had done. Had he killed her? Slowly he looked up at Kella through the bars of her cage, also in a state of disbelief.

Soon he regained his sense of purpose though, and quickly dropped down to rummage around her armor for the key to her cell. It wasn't at her side, nor was there any sign of a ring of keys anywhere on her. With a frown he muttered, "Where are you, you stupid key?"

He flipped Lillian over then, but instead of spotting the tiny metal key on a chain around her neck the first thing he noticed were the shallow breaths coming out of her unconscious lips. She was still alive.

"Shit," Aryn said aloud as he reached for the sword that she had dropped. Better finish the job now and end her life than to have her wake up and try any funny business.