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It had been nearly half a year since the onset of the mage war. Reajh was virtually weeded out of whatever was left of mages and magic users alike, having taken them up north, to camps suited with iron, well sealed within a mountain fortress in the Kilanthro mountain range. He, having seen first hand, some of the atrocities of this war, found himself at a war with himself as to his current position in aiding the cause. He was still a knew recruit, and only had a handful of experiences under his belt, but now that he was actually reassigned back into one of the cities to help 'keep the peace'; he felt himself become increasingly more guilty for it. And he was beginning to question everything this war to preserve Connlaoth stood for.

So he was happy when he was finally given some time to himself. Summer had long past, and a cold winter had set over Connlaoth, and Matron's Hallow was exceptionally chilly that day, a cold front having swept in from the north. He felt icicles in his nose and hair as he shivered and moved down the street. He hadn't a clue as to where he wanted to go on his week off from duty, but his boots carried him through town in a hurry, boots crunching into hard snow.

Perhaps he should pick up another scarf or better gloves, but he knew he had to be careful with whatever money he spent. He had, after all, wanted to send home some of the earnings he had made back to his family at the farm.He wondered how they were fairing and contemplated purchasing some paper, quill and ink when he rounded the bend, he heard some sort of commotion coming from down the way.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to it- that was, until he thought he heard a young lady asking for help. Raising his head, he noticed two rather gruff looking guards surrounding a young woman, and at first, he was surprised to see how they were treating her. Having already forgotten the mage laws were in order, and just becoming blatantly sick of what they represented, turning men into cut and dry beasts, forcing them to ignore propriety to preserve order, he tore forward and shouted back at the guards.

"That's enough!" His voiced echoed across the way, the men hearing it and turning around, arching their brows at the man.

"What do you want, soldier?" the large man sneered.
The other, taller, more gangly fella, turned to look at Killian as well. He had rat like features on his face as he bared his bucked teeth at the boy in a cold grin.

"This here is the matters of state. She was trying to steal, she was!"

Killian growled as the men seemed to ignore him.
"I think you've forgotten there is martial law. Soldiers hold the orders here. Let that woman go."

The men looked to one another, their faces furrowing, for they too, have become aggravated over the changes being made to rid the cities of mages. However, it was the larger man that gestured to the rat like one to hold up.
"Fine.." he said, grabbing onto the girl and tossing her at Killian. He made a grunt, barely managing to catch her in his arms. "She's yours to handle. Come on, Phil. Let's check out the streets in the south before my nose freezes off."

Killian watched as the men leave, glaring daggers at their back side before looking down at the young woman and inquiring, "Are you ok?" His blue eyes holding concern as small flakes of snow fell between them.
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Solita was freezing, she could barely feel her fingers or her toes. She had no home, no family, and no money. It had been at least a day and a half, maybe long since she had had a taste of food. When one starved like she did, time was lost, days blended together into a mass of pain and hunger.

Her hunger had won her over, her stomach defeating her reason in her mental tug of war. It was cold, if she didn't eat she would have no chance of survival, she would surely die in the streets. So she tried to steal a piece of bread, a very small meager piece of bread. No one would have missed it, no one would buy it, and if they did they would only pay half a penny if that.

The men who caught her, and quickly surrounded her didn't seem to care. There were two of them, she tried to run but she got thrown to the ground by one. She hit the ground with a hard thud. The cold only added to the pain that shot through her small form. That was when she let out a scream, a plea. She wasn't expecting anyone to answer it. No one ever answered pleas of the poor and the homeless. People turned there heads when looking her, either out of shame or disgust.

That was when she heard the voice, it was a strong voice, no doubt a soldier's, her blood chilled. This could be worse than whatever the two men had planned for her. What if he somehow discovered she was a magic user, what if he sent her up to one of those horrid camps she had heard about. 

She coward on the ground, her body shaking from both fear and the cold. The next thing she was being picked up, she could barely get her feet under herself before she was hurled towards the soldier. The man caught her, that was a bit surprising, she was expecting to hit the ground again.

She looked down, her body still trembling. What would this man do with her?

She dare not look up at the man who towered over her, fearing she would get struck, her face still held a hint of a bruise from a beating not too many days before. Still she heard the concern in his voice, it was very foreign to her.

"I... I'm f-fine," She spoke, her voice soft, almost mouse like.

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Killian looked down at Solita with a sense of guilt. It was evident the men harmed her, and considering how frail she felt, he figured it felt doubly horrible the way they had treated her, having tossed her to the ground.

"Are you sure those men did not harm you? If you are injured, I could escort you back to the barracks and have one of the doctor's see to your wounds."

It was then the baker realized what was going on and she made a huff.
"You there! Soldier! That woman there is a thief!" the fat old wretch of a woman cawed, hands to her hips as she ruffled out her feathers (well, she would if hse had any). "She stole my bread, tw'as worth two coppers easily, and now it's ruined by her soiled hands."

It was then Killian caught sight of the bread on the ground and frowned. So the woman was hungry. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a few copper and handed it to the woman.

"Here, this should cover the cost." And he bowed his head to her, then turned to ignore her, glancing down at Solita, asking, "Hey.. are you hungry? If you'd like, Thomas's inn is just down the way. I could buy you some soup and we could get out of this cold." he said, trying to laugh as she shivered along side her, hoping to lift the dreadful mood.
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At the mention of going to the barracks a chill ran up Solita's spine. This man might not have noticed her ears, but a barracks full of soldiers would, especially a doctor. Yes, her hair did cover her eyes, put hair moved and could easily but pushed aside.

"N-no, I don't want to go to the barracks... I-I'm fine I swear," She spoke, pulling against his hold on her gently, a slight panic in her voice. She couldn't help it, she knew that a simple decline of his offer would have been less incriminating, but the fear that welled up inside of her wouldn't have it.

That was when the woman came out, she knew she was just trying to run a business, and if she let every starving person have bread she would starve herself. Still she often had leftovers, and instead of using them, she threw them out in the mud, so no one could eat them.

When the man paid for what she had stolen she was taken aback, what sin was this man trying to make up for. He was a soldier, so she was sure he had a long list of sins he needed to pay up for. She once again felt the man's gaze on her.

She nodded to his question, she was hungry, starving. Could this man not see she was famished? She slowly looked up at him, fear in her eyes though. Yes this man seemed nice, but what type of repayment would he be calling for once he got her a bowl of soup. She had never met anyone who gave her something and didn't expect something back in return, especially men, they always wanted one thing.

"I-I don't know if I should," She spoke again, her eyes lowering back down to the ground. "I don't have anyway I can repay you kind Sir," She added quickly, stepping back as if fearing he might try to snatch her or strike her.

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Killian frowned when she asked about repayment.
"You don't have to pay me back. I'm offering it for free. Then when we are done eating, if you wish, I could escort you to where you need to be. The cities are not as safe as they once were. Too many people are .. afraid." And he turned, staring over at the baker as she gave the pair of them dirty looks from inside her shop.
"But if you do not wish to come, I will not force you. You just.. look.." he frowned. "Hungry." Or worse than that.
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Solita thought a moment in silence, at least if she went with him she would be able to go somewhere warm for an hour or two, and he was offered food, something that in winter, she hardly got.

Finally she nodded. She didn't have to hear his warning about the city being more dangerous, she knew that first hand, she did after all, live on the streets. She had no place for him to escort her to once she got done eating but she would figure that out after she ate some soup, or at least that is what she hoped.

"I will go, I-I am very hungry."

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Killian nodded, finding himself smiling that he was able to help her. It had been sometime since he had been able to show kindness. The sort of training he had to go through had been back breaking and was degrading. He was a man, not some brick wall that could feel nothing while rounding up the mages; be they innocent or not. So he was relieved that she wished to go.

"Here, it's just down the way," he spoke, his breath coming out in white wispy puffs in the air. "See that sign with the yellow bell at the door?" he pointed to it. "That's THomas's Inn. He's a good man. I heard about his shop when I was in training. They have very good pork fried stew." Smiling, in hopes, to again, lighten the mood, his blue eyes took her in. "Come on then." He gestured again with a nod of his head. "Let's be off." And he crossed the way to the Inn, the door opening wtih a clattering ring of the bell. Though the door was low, he had to hunch down to step in, but after he did, he kept hte door open for her, waiting for her to join him before glancing around. It seemed the place was almost empty, which was strange for this time of year. Either way, the soup smelled good as he cleared his throat and ordered a table for the pair of them to sit. They were seated, by his request, near the hearth and when asked for food, he refused the ale, asked for water and was quick to order himself the stew and bread, then, turning his blue eyes to her, they raised in concern. Now, in this sort of lightning, she looked even more frightfully frail. He wondered when was the last time she had eaten anything.
"Order whatever you like," he assured her, patting his hands over hers before glancing up at the bar maid and he smiled.

"So, who's your girl?" the bar maid asked, grinning widely from ear to ear.

Blushing, Killian rubbed at hte back o fhis neck. "Oh, just a friend," he replied softly. The woman only nodded, as if she'd buy that excuse..for now, then she turned to Solita and eyed the small girl up.

"So what would you like? The pig strew is fresh, as is the bread, and we've got Johnny biscuits today. They're full of bacon and cheese. An extra few coppers for them."
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Solita looked up at the man, catching a smile on his face. She found it rather odd. It had been a very long time since anyone had smiled in her general direction. Mostly, when seeing her turned away either from guilt or disgust or a mixture of both. The homeless, the weak, they were not desirable.

She nodded as he urged them on, her nimble limbs able to keep up, especially since they were headed towards food. Food what always a big motivator.
"Thank you," She spoke softly as the man held the door for her. She had never had anyone hold the door for her. She had seen men hold doors open for ladies, and she had many times wondered what it felt like, and here she was, finally experiencing it.

Once they were seated Solita kept her eyes on the table, not looking up. Most the time if someone like herself looked up at people she would receive nothing but hateful looks or sometimes worse, a hit or a beating of some sort.

If this new light it was easy to tell the girl was starved. Her body frail and delicate, like the wind its self could break her if a gust hit her just right. Her face was a bit dirty but not excessively so, you could still see her pale skin beneath the dirt. Her hair was cut just above the shoulders in choppy, uneven layers, clearly done with a dull blade. The bruise on her cheek was also very visible with the light of the fire.

Solita's posture spoke of how uncomfortable she felt, especially when she was asked to order. She swallowed, her mouth turning to cotton, or at least it felt like it. She blushed a dark red when the man called her his friend, she hadn't had someone call her that since she was a young child, it was a bit refreshing.

Finally she took a deep breath, "I'll have what he is having," She spoke in her mousy voice. She hoped she hadn't ordered too much, and she feared she did. She felt fear rising in her stomach, she should have just gotten bread, she was being selfish, she didn't need all the food.

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The bar maid nodded to the pair of them.
"Well, I'll hurry back with it right quick for you, Killian," she said with a wink, causing the young soldier to blush. But then he turned to Solita and studied her a moment, his smile going crooked as he realized, with a nervous clearing of his throat, he had NO idea what to say.

"So.. um.. are you from around here?" he inquired, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck. He was wearing only partial armor right now, but it was still pretty clunky to maneuver in, and now that they were near the fire, he was getting quite hot beneath all the layers.
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Killian, Solita thought to herself, that must be his name. She found it funny that the man hadn't asked for hers, that is how one usually started conversation, or at least that is what she thought. She looked up at him, a hint of a blush still on her pale face. She looked at him, was he nervous? Why would be be nervous around her, she did not understand. If anything she should be the one nervous.

"Connloath, yes, the Hallows, no," She spoke in her soft mousy tone, looking back at the table.
With Solita's flimsy clothing the fire felt great, if anything she would move closer, especially where her cloths had gotten wet when she was thrown in the snow.

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Killian nodded. He was too bashful (and bubbly) in the moment to recall to ask her her name, or even give his.
"I'm not from around here either. My family owns an apple farm up north. So I'm not really a city folk myself."
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Solita nodded, she still appeared a bit uncomfortable, she wasn't used to people, she had never been around someone who wasn't trying to use her so she found it hard to talk to him. Her mind was full of what ifs.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes locked on the table as he hands fidgeted on the table she told herself this man wasn't going to hurt her, that his intentions were good. She hoped she was right.
"What is your name? If you don't mind me asking Sir," she spoke, her voice shaky, nervous, afraid the question might offend him.
She already knew his name, she had heard the barmaid use it, still she figured it would be polite to ask.

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Killian blushed, feeling like an idiot that he hadn't even given his name.
"Er, r-right!" he said, trying to pass it off with a nervous laugh as he rubbed at the back of his head.
"The name's Killian," he said, giving her a warm smile. "And might I be able to catch your name?" And his smile warmed a little more, as he caught the color of her eyes, and the softness of her cheeks..t he way her hair fell against it, framing it in short, choppy layers. And he also hadn't realized (quite yet) that he was starting to stare.
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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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Solita did notice him staring though, she could feel his eyes before she looked up to see him staring. It wasn't a bad stare like he was judging her, or a scary stare like he was planning on where to tie her up and hide her for later. It was almost cute, and it made her blush a dark red. It was like he was taking her in, actually looking at the features she had below the light layer of dirt.
She coughed slightly as she looked up at him, letting her eyes linger on him only for a short moment, but looking over his feature well enough so she could remember them when she looked away.
"Solita," She answered softly, it had been a long time since someone asked her name.

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Killian nodded, not realizing he had been staring until the bar maid came back with the stew, startling him and the young soldier nearly leaped out of his skin.

"Th-thanks," he barely managed to stutter out, as he lowered his gaze with a sigh, blue eyes focusing on the stew as he moved his spoon in to eat it. Though he chanced a curious glance over at Solita, and happened to miss his mouth, spilling soup down his shirt.

"Dang it," Killian swore as he got up, groping at the clothe napkin on the table and began to dab it at his clothes. "Er.. s-sorry about that. I guess I'm just clumsy." he admitted with a nervous smile over towards her. He reseated himself once most of hte soup had been wiped off and scooted himself into the table. Clearing his throat, he tried to eat the soup again, this time, ensuring he was leaned over the table a lot more than before, so that his white hair hung across his face and his entire body leaned over the table to where the bowl was resting.

"It's good, isn't it," he said after finally having a taste.
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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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Solita couldn't help but giggle as Killian jumped, she wouldn't have expected it out of the man who had just saved her from a harsh beating, out on the street he didn't seem like the jumpy kind.

Solita tore off a piece of bread and dipped it into her soup before hearing Killain swore. Her eyes jerked up as she flinched slightly, as if afraid she had somehow offended him and expecting to be hit. It took her several moments to realize he had just spilled some of the stew down his shirt. She let out a sigh of relief.

Solita lowered her eyes as the man apologized, she didn't know why he would apologize to her about it. So she just nodded before moving the piece of bread she had dipped in the stew to her lips. It was good, she would have to admit, the best thing she had tasted in a long time. She was used to table scraps, so this food was nothing short of heavenly. She ate very slowly, she was clearly savoring every last drop of stew she tasted.

"It is," She answered his remark after a short pause.
She looked up at him, letting her eyes linger over his features for another short moment. His hair was the first feature that stood out to her, it was so white. Then her eyes moving lower she caught his eyes, they were a darker, prettier blue then her own. She tore her gaze away shortly after the thought. She didn't want to stare and offend him.

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Hearing her giggle made his lips quirk leftward into a grin. He raised his head from his soup to look at her, and only realized, as he was looking at her, she was looking at him. Oh right..
He quickly averted his gaze, feeling awkward for it and cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, he stuffed more soup into his mouth.
"So.." he said, after swallowing the soup down quickly, that it made him cough. "You're name's Solita?"
And as soon as he said it, he was regretting it, because he probably sounded like an idiot. She did just say that was her name! ugh!
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
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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Solita caught his eyes, her heart skipped a beat. That was one thing a person in her position never did, looking someone in the eyes. Especially a soldier of nobility always led to a beating, always. She started to grow more nervous, hoping he somehow didn't realize, knowing it was impossible for him not to though.
"Y-yes, Sir..." She said, her voice wavering slightly in fear.
Her heads were shaking slightly as she looked down at her soup.
She was preparing herself to get hit, and she didn't want to get slapped with food in her mouth.

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Killian's brows furrowed. She looked so.. so frightened. Was it something he did or said?

"Are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand gently upon her shoulder. "You look rather pale. Is the food no good? I could order you somethign else if you'd like. Perhaps some of the sweet pie? The old lady that runs the place makes them fresh. And the sweet pie is to die for. Here, let me order you a slice." And he moved to gesture for the bar maid.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
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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Solita flinched as Killian touched her on the shoulder, her body tensing, her hands coming up to cover her face.

"The food's fine... No, no, there is no need to order anything else, I really shouldn't have gotten all of this in the first place, Sir, really, I'm fine," She spoke her voice a near panicked whisper. The kindness this man was showing was something she wasn't used to, and she felt bad. She wished she had the money to pay him back, enough money where she didn't have to steal. She was born in a hard spot though, and it was harder than one would think to crawl out of the gutter, especially if you had any sense of dignity.

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