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Ketra, city of the damned-

Or at least it felt that way for Dehzrehn Draven, a Connlaothian of noble birth forced south due to the many conflicts of the war. He knew it was because he was an embarrassment and that the rumors (which were mostly true), reflected badly on his father and it was much easier to sweep his son's stories under the rug by forcing him to travel south 'for business'.

Never mind he was still healing, the sword wound itchy across his chest. Or the fact he should be heading back out onto the battle field....
But there was too many skeptics and superstitions...
'He was using magic!'
'I saw it! Or else I'd be dead!'

The irony that he'd never truly used his powers in battle to save his own hide but relinquished that secret the moment one of his companions in arms was about to be crushed by a falling parapet... He was a fool. But should he have left the man to simply be crushed? Perhaps. He had a mere second to react and according to his father and the captain who lead the men Dez had served...
It was the wrong one.

Now they had to wave off the accusations with ones of their own- that it was impossible for this non mage man to have possibly used magics.

But now here he was, stepping off a boat and heading into land.
Towards Ketra. It was a lively trade city, one of the largest in the south (except, the Essyrnis would argue that their city was vastly superior and larger still.) Dehzrehn wouldn't know. He had never been so far south.

He was actually surprised to see so many Essyrnians here as he took in the sight of the bustle of people before him. It was nothing like home, like the Connlaothian ports, with their pale skinned men hefting cargoes on heavy mules and animals. Here, the people were more... colorful, the place fanning open like some sort of exotic tree. And it wasn't as if he had never been here before...
Except he had not. At least not during any rational part of his life. He was about two years old when his family had traveled here. His older brothers even barely recalled their time down there-
Except his eldest, Zahn. Zahn had been to Ketra many times.

He frowned at the remembrance of his brother. He didn't even give him a well wish goodbye. If anything, he felt as if he shouldn't turn his back on him as he was carted off towards an Allarrian port city where he'd board the Tiffany's Waves- an enormous and slightly famous trade ship that was constantly running the coast. It was one of his father's and had recently dropped of it's goods for trade. And although the boat was not scheduled to set sale for another two weeks...

Money talked, and it only took two days before Tiffany's Waves was back at sea.

The first few days he was a little green behind the gills, not having been on a ship in a few years made him lose that hardiness his father tried to press. But when you send your sons off to war instead of continuing the family trade...

Well, he supposed his father was happy enough (even though he was embarrassed by him) that at least now one of his sons was at least beginning to conduct the trades on his own. Dehzrehn was no fool, but he was no real tradesmen. He knew the bare bones that his family had taught him, sure, but that was the trade tactics of a Connlaothian, and he himself had never been the forefront, let alone of foreign aspirations. He supposed his father was desperate enough that it didn't matter. He just hoped the Adelans, with their well known fiery personality, would not be so hot tempered with trade.

Despite the war, the ship carried many goods and furs, ones the Adelans found as exotic and would pay a premium for, especially considering most men who had a trade were recruited for war, and less and less Connlothians were making the treks down south.

So in one regards, he already knew it would be very profitable. Even his father said he couldn't mess this up. Plus, there was always the need for more supplies to fuel the war.


Southward he continued to go, with mostly good sailing. It was almost too convenient. Usually there's at least a storm or two, or some rain. There was only one time they had to deal with some bad fog for a rain they had missed. But he was told, (and felt it too) that fog could be far more treacherous than a roaring sea.

Transcience was a port city they'd land on for just the night, taking into land a few scheduled trades. Although the night before they made dock (which would have been quite early in the morning), the young man was having a hard time sleeping and found himself on the deck of the ship taking a stroll. Clouds were rolling in overhead, and a cool breeze swept sweetly across the entire ship and cooled off Dehzrehn's brow. It was a warm night, perhaps unusually so, so he enjoyed the wind.

He was leaning against the port side, simply watching the waves in hops to lull his restless mind when something unusual caught his attention in the moonlight. Was that a woman swimming out in the sea?

But another shipmate drew his attention away and when he turned back around to see if she was still there...
He saw nothing but waves. He must have been tired. So he retreated to his bunk.

Next morning business conducted as usual. They went into port, the shipmaster was at his side to help him in the exchange and they would be on their way. Heading back to ship, something, or rather someone caught his eyes. Down on the shore there was a woman coming out of the water. He thought back to the woman he saw in the sea. No, it couldn't have been her. He had been seeing things. But he couldn't take his eyes off of her when he noticed something peculiar.

She had very similar eyes to him. Even from his distance he noted it. In fact, they even had similar hair. Strange. But duty called him elsewhere and soon the young Lord Draven and his crew were docking in Cerenis.

This time the stay was much longer, a couple of weeks and then they'd be on their way south again. Cerenis was a lot more enjoyable than the smaller sea side town of Transcience, and the first few days he was rather uneasy around so many who openly used magic...
That by the end of his stay, he was feeling much more at ease, as a stranger here but...
Also simply as a person. The people of Cerenis seemed a lot more welcome than those in Connlaoth. The war made it twice as bad, perhaps even worse than that, so it was nice to stay in taverns and visit the locals and get to laugh.

But even as he enjoyed himself here, he felt a sense of guilt. Here he was, actually enjoying his journey when back at home...
War tore the place apart.

It was just as he was thinking about his home that someone across the way caught his attention.
No.. it couldn't have been.
Was it that golden eyed woman from Transcience? That town had been so unusually small for a port that... The odds were stacked against such a thing.

But as it was before, he was pulled along to other ventures and continued his journey south. He stopped at a few more port cities before finally making his way towards his last port- and then the journey landward towards Ketra- capital of the Adelan Nation.

And peculiar as it may seem....
Each Serenian town he passed.... He swore he saw the same dark haired, golden eyed young woman. Was it a sign? He couldn't have known. He wasn't superstitious...
Although... he supposed he could be.

The Adelan port city was so grand, but far less glamorous as the famous northern city Cerenis, whose colorful natives made Dehzrehn feel much at home. Here, everyone appeared gruff and had their nose first into their business- the bustle hard work against the bright sunny sky. The buildings were much more different, a lot more squat and made of stone, and the people with far darker a complexion than those from the north.

He found himself studying them along his journey, packing up wagon's full of goods and preparing both him and his men for the journey inland. And just as it had been earlier, the travels were smooth.

That was, just until the day before he was due to arrive in Ketra.



It was late at night, the fire low and only a few men left on watch. Their party wasn't grand, but it was a substantial size of men- most of which were there to simply protect the cargo, an investment worth much. But this path was said the roughest the further south it dipped, and most of the men kept their eyes open and on their backs until the trail began northward and they felt themselves more at ease.

Perhaps that was their first mistake. The second being they hadn't realized they weren't north enough.

When the men sprang from the bushes, Dehzrehn had been in a dead sleep, having just turned in from his own night watch so he could be rested enough for the journey that morn. But an arrow to the leg was not the most comfortable thing to be feeling, and was not the wake up call he expected as he cried out and grasped onto his wound.

An.. an arrow? Another shot clean past his head, enough he could feel the wind from it sting across his cheek before sinking into the low trees behind him.

"We're under attack!!"

Chaos. With the fire nearly snuffed out and the moon over head drenched in a rolling thunder of clouds, there was no way to no specifically how many men had ambushed them or how many had already fallen. Dez scrambled to his pack, ignoring the pain jolting up his leg from the arrow before pulling out his sword and trying to assess just what was going on. His eyes were adjusting to the dark and he caught a glimpse of feathers and body paint...
Were these men from the southern tribes?

Did it matter? They were seeking them dead! Dez barely dodged another arrow, unwittingly batting it away with his sword before he parried an on coming attack from a rather sharp spear, who was taken out moments later by one of the Connloathian men. Dez nodded his brief thanks before turning back into the fight. It was only then he noted they were being surrounded, men calling on horse back and racing around in circles.

He caught the sight of their bows and moved to grab his own from his pack. He didn't have time to think. His mind flashing back to his brief time in the war. To those times long ago when he and his brothers could laugh and take turns competing to see who was the best in archery....
Zahn and Dez would always be in the lead- and for the past few years...
A tie.
Zahn, Dez would tell himself, let him.

But then within minutes Dehzrehn had downed three men and was knocking another arrow to ready to down a fourth when from no where another spearmen returned and before he knew it, the spear was cutting across his chest.

The pain felt like a burst, clawing open clothe and skin alike. Dehzrehn dropped, taken off guard as he dropped his arrow and cupped his gushing wound. A dark figure moved overhead, like a shadow and Dez jerked his bow up with barely enough time to guard the attack that could have ended him.

But then other men were upon him, getting his back and driving off the attackers until they were left alone, their hearts racing, the sky threatening, and the ground smelling of fresh blood.
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"Flee!" The unpracticed scream of a woman cut through the chaos, and the Connlaothian weapons were turned away by an impossible--nay, a magically-guided gust of wind that staggered some. Sword glinting in the sun after it glided from its sheath, a woman Dehzrehn had seen on those few counts interposed herself between the warriors. Now, her golden eyes were hard and threatening.

Corpses strewn about the battlefield, the painted Southerners took their remaining lives with them, and the gale calmed to wreath only her, whipping at her peculiar black and gold robes. Along with her usual uniform, she was adorned with trinkets that mostly hung from her neck, and two woven crowns sat atop her head. Any who knew of this tribe could see that she had been an honored guest among them.

Her chest heaved with deep and measured breaths. She was focused.

Unbeknownst to the Northerners, of course, she had aided the tribe's sick and wounded to the best of her abilities, and had even turned away a dragon for them. Her journey had been long to get here, and people she had come to appreciate lay dead and dying in her sight.

From the Kelshedra tribes North and into the mountains, she had found herself among these Adelans, and while they were a violent sort, they were fierce too in  their caring for their allies. She was only thankful that none had defied her command.

Eyeing the soldiers and their noble, she stole a glance behind her, and seeing no one beyond the perimeter of the forest, she lowered her sword to her side, though she kept her stance.

"You have defeated your ambushers!" She shouted at them, wary of how they might respond to her actions. Connlaothians were supposed to be superstitious and fearful of mages. She may have just ensnared herself in a dire trap, but she counted it worth it to save what was left of those good folk.

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Captain Elgrid gave a grunt, raising a blade at the mysterious woman as he moved forward to protect his crew. He was paid decently to risk his life, and he was close (enough) to Lord Draven's family. He had grown close to Dehzrehn during their journey, almost viewing him like a son- something it seemed Dez too, was craving and enjoyed developing during their sea run.

Seeing the man step forward to protect, Dez moved to stand at his heel, wincing as he ignored the pain of the arrow through his leg and the blood seeping down his open shirt. It had been dark and he hadn't noted all this strange woman's details until she was now before him and it took him but a second to realize...

It was her.

"Aye, that much we can see, my lady. But you are a stranger here. Announce your intentions or I'm afraid we'll have to assume the worse," the captain commanded.
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Taking her eyes from the arrow in Dehzrehn's leg, she addressed the captain. Antique raised the tip of her sword and not so much its hilt, and she guided it to lay over the mouth of her scabbard.

"You killed my guides. We--well... now only I am headed for Ketra." She said, relaxing her posture under the seeming lack of threat. "I suppose my intentions are to leave then." She said, but she didn't move from her position, which was carefully measured.

She had seen enough combat to never desire it again, no matter what rages she had to quell, but that also meant she knew to be wary of deception.

As for rage, it hadn't touched her heart. What she was fighting now was mourning. Ketesh, Tessing, Pithiette, and Yarrow had all been joyous people. She would remember their smiles as they danced around campfires or shared the glories of past hunts, sang or beat out rhythms on the rocks. Red puddles and sightless eyes did them little justice.

Antique sighed. She would have to bury them, meaning she couldn't just walk away from these potential enemies.

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The captain's gaze was hard.
"You profess yourself openly as our enemy? A very dangerous profession, my lady."

Dangerous, indeed. Curiously, Dehzrehn took in this woman, a strange beauty with rolling robes and hair of night and those eyes....
He couldn't help but see himself in them.

At his captain's words, his hands tightened on his sword. If they meant to fight, he'd fight. This was his purpose. His only purpose, and like hell he'd screw it up- even if it was some cover story for his father's reputation.

"These men attacked us." And the captain made it very clear he would defend his men to the death- even presuming the female, currently not on the offense, was the enemy.

But then there were some words clammering behind the captain and he growled back at the men to stand down-
That was until he over heard one of the men protest...

"But Cap'in, in Josherin's things we found..."

Captain Elgrid's eyes narrowed as he followed their lead, his sword still at the ready. Dez kept his eyes on the woman, partially due to intrigue, but also because he silently vowed to have Elgrid's back.

It turns out one of the  men they had hired at port disapeared that night and had stolen a few things from the tribesmen.. and perhaps it was proposed worse. Elgrid sighed and returned his attentions back to the woman.

"It seems the deaths were unfortunate. We believed they attacked first- and even so... I was informed one of my recent hires may have been the real culprit here and brought this savagery to fruition."
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The woman shifted with each change of context. Indignant and frustrated, to suspicious, to defensive, to discerning, and so forth. It was hard to find a solid standing in the face of so many. She doubted they would have any mages in their group, and thus counted herself as at least evenly matched.

I never claimed to be your enemy, fool. The thought was invasive and harsher than she wished to be. Good that it was only a thought. She could simply harness the accompanying surge of anger to sharpen her wits.

"Those men and women. I'd sheathe my weapon if you did yours. I would bury them and walk on in peace even. I never claimed to be your enemy." She brought in air and held it, weaving air magic with her personal source in case anyone made a sudden move.

News of a change in understanding did not sway her as actions might have. "I don't care about blame or identifying instigators. Their deaths were unfortunate. Yours would be too." That was certainly a threat, if not a direct one.

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The captain could only respect her stance.
"Aye, that it would," he agreed. He rose a hand and gestured for his man to stand down.

Dez heard the others slowly obey. He hesitated, eyes still upon this strange woman until he too, slipped his sword back to scabbard.

"I see we may be at fault, and if this is in truth, I apologize sincerely." Elgrid turned to bark at his men, demanding they bring Josherin forward. The man was fighting, grunting along the way before the battered man was cast down into the dirt before the captain, and thus, between he and the woman, before Elgrid returned his attentions to her.

"We mean in no way to make an enemy. If this man is guilty in these lands I am of firm believe he should be tried and indebted to these lands. You see, we are but tradesmen," he went on, gesturing to their obvious hulking carriages of supplies. "And in no means aim to cause conflict. We were simply protecting what we were paid to protect. But seeing as this man started this conflict without our interests in mind... His fate is yours."
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Weapon away, Antique practiced the discipline of identifying when not to speak, mostly while she made sure no one had any intentions of breaking their truce.

She scrutinized Elgrid, then Josherin. He seemed but a boy to her. Her contempt was weak, for his injustices were indirect. Then, she looked over the goods they were protecting. Who cares? She caught herself thinking. Their cargo hardly existed to her.

Still gauging her safety, Antique put herself before Josherin. As she devised what to do with him, she lifted his chin, examining the facets of his face. "I have lived in countries where you would lose your hand for stealing. Others where inciting violence bought a death penalty." She wasn't trying to be too showy, but this felt appropriate.

Crossing an arm over her torso, her fingers rested gently on the handle of her beautifully hilted sword. What she decided to do would require care and precision. She was strong enough that she could conceivably kill him if she did this too fervently.

The sound that rang through the people and echoed off of the nearby trees was sharp and inordinately loud, and the sound of his body hitting the dirt followed after.

She had only backhanded him, but a part of her cringed for the hope that she hadn't broken any of his bones. "His crimes are not against my people. He is but a fool, and I am but a foreigner. Treat him as you would any other thief among your ranks." Thinking back, that may have been the most stern and absolute Antique had spoken in years.

She examined her reddened knuckles, then shook the lancing shock out of her hand. Looking up for a new matter, she appraised the man with the arrow wound and Elgrid. He had seniority, and the other hadn't asserted authority, so she addressed Elgrid. "May I borrow a shovel and bury the dead?"

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Elgrid stared at the woman, curious as to why she didn't eye for an eye, but at her request, he grew thoughtful.

"I can do you one better. Any available of my men will help you while we too, bury our own." He shook his head and barked the commands to his men. It was only then he turned to notice the injuries sustained on the young Lord Draven and frowned.

"Let me take a look at that," he said gruffily, approaching and nearly forcing Dez's hand aside. "We'l need to stitch that up, boy." He peered down at the arrow. "And remove that too."

He paused a moment to ensure his men were obeying, one was already approaching Antique witht he shovel while a few more were beginning to gather up and sort the dead. Elgrid then looked down towards Josherin with a frown.

"Bind him and keep an eye," came his next command, a hired sword nodded and dragged Josherin away, binding him non too gently.

By the time Elgrid's attention was back on Dez, he noticed the sweat on the young man's brow and the paleness to his skin. Before he knew it, he was catching Dehzrehn as he grew faint, grunting as he stood to right him and rest him against a nearby cart.

"Stay with me boy, you've lost a lot of blood. Can't have you dying before we even attempt to patch ya up."
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"Thank you." Antique said as she took the shovel. She didn't go to task immediately though. Elgrid looked to the wounded boy, which indicated to her that they didn't have a dedicated healer.

She wavered. To or away? He was looking pale, and the commander seemed to intend to remove the arrow. How roughly would he go about that? She doubted he would remain conscious if he did it wrong, so she came to them.

The shovel stabbed into the dirt with a satisfying sound, and she dry washed her hands as she examined him. He looked almost like an "angel" from her homeland, and Le'raana's denial of a complete recollection irked her visibly. His eyes however, had too much red in them, rather than shining as pure as hers.

A gentle hand laid upon his forehead. Too cold. She wished she could just heal him and be done with it, but that wasn't quite possible with her brand of magic. Affecting another's body directly was a very rare thing to her. She could apply force, which might help, but she had no easy out for tending a wound.

"We have two choices. If we remove it, he's really going to have to prove his mettle. Otherwise, we should cut the shaft, stop the bleeding, and force him to rest until he replenishes enough blood for us to remove it safely; that also risks infection." She mostly addressed Elgrid, but she turned to Dehzrehn to ask, "If I were to stab you again, do you think you could remain conscious?"

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When the woman approached, his curious piqued, enough to keep his focus. Now that she was closer, he had another chance to study her face. But perhaps he had been studying for too long, because at first, he did not answer her, until Elgrid interjected and repeated, "You still with us, boy, or did you just ignore the threat?" His joke about Antique stabbing him was a little gruff, and perhaps lost on the young man before Dez found himself sputtering, "You were from Transcience."

Elgrid made a face.
"What nonsense are you saying?" The man grumbled. "Your father will have a fit if you come home in a casket, or with more hole than you ought."

Elgrid studied Antique now.
"You a healer? Know something about the arts?" Something told him she was capable, but to what means? She was a stranger, after all, and the young Lord Draven was still his charge.

By now, someone had brought proper clothe and another hired hand was applying pressure to Dez's open chest wound.

"You should ask the lady if she got extra clothes. The lad done bled all over, from shirt to trousers!"

Elgrid ignored the remark and kept a firm eye on Antique.
Then again, Dez's eyes were also on her, until he let out a choked wince when the man now handling him pressed in to a really uncomfortably, sensitive place on his wound.
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Aloesque

Half-distracted by her examinations, she hadn't even a chance to hide her surprise at his words, but Antique thought she played it off okay by acknowledging Elgrid's remark with a soft scoff.

She was gathering her energies, weaving the beginnings of spells primarily out of earth and wind magics. Her own source only served as minor components to them, as was often the case with her style of magic.

People rushed in to tend to him, and while they were helping, it was difficult for Antique to keep close. "A medic, maybe, but I'm not a magical healer." She muttered, looking into his face and eyes, examining his movements. "And we probably don't practice the same arts--breathe." She ordered. They took too long deliberating, or failing to answer, so she decided it would be best to take matters into her own hands.

Since that gust of wind, this marked the second time her magic was bold and unhidden. She raised a hand, almost as if to push his face away, but she kept her palm pointed at his nose and mouth. Cold air rushed at his face, encouraging him to take in more air than usual.

With more personal magic and earth than air, she exerted force against his leg, holding it in place with a knee. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft of the arrow, and she did her best to guide it out around the muscle it was sunken into. That, however, was wishful, since her motion had been too quick to take all that much care.

The spell kept the blood in, but only because his leg was braced against hers. Otherwise, it would simply have turned aside.

Antique placed a hand on his shoulder and channeled some of her own magic into him. It wasn't exactly the same force as life, but it would give him more to muster his spirits with, even if he wasn't an arcanist.

She watched him with full focus, making sure he made a good and conscious patient.

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When the arrow was suddenly removed, Dez nearly bit off his tongue by the sudden pain. He did his best to hold back a scream, which came out as a muffled yelp, if anything. Although he had been uncertain why the woman had commanded him with breathing before, perhaps it helped him remain distracted until the deed was done.

"Is.. is that it? Is the arrow out?" He asked, breathily.
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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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