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Incarnation of Shadows Oct 2, 2022 21:25:50 GMT -5

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Post by Raven on Oct 2, 2022 21:25:50 GMT -5

Vinelle Crane

She was a baker like her mother, they had spent many mornings together kneading dough. Her father worked in the mines, and they all lived a simple life. She never had a complaint, her life filled with love. Her father – Ezekial Crane was a quiet man, he often came home exhausted from the laborious day. He would be treated to a warm dinner, and her mother – Millie Crane - would bath him after. When the girls would retreat to the bakery to set the dough for the morning – Ezekial would read his book by candle light until the late evening. Like every night – Vinelle would tag his page and wake him to go to his own bed. He would ask about her day, what things happened in town, he would laugh – an often tired croak, but a laugh none the less… Her life was… as perfect as she could dream it.

Though she was much older than most girls, unwed – she cared not. Her family was all that mattered to her, the idea of being swindled away was too dreadful to imagine – and her mother did not mind it either. The help in the Bakery is what kept it going so well, they were very successful and had even the pleasure of receiving requests from the King himself. Bread made with love – which festered in their family like an active volcano.

There was one morning though – where Vinelle felt pains unlike any other. It drifted away, but would come back throughout the day. They got their hands on a small bottle of Milk of the Poppy to ease it, but the pain would continue for another week. Until one morning – Vinelle crawled from bed and emit her guts onto the wooden floor. Though in the mix of acid – was fresh bright blood. She began to shake with fear – and it was her mother who rushed in with a candle in her hand. A gasp and frightful scurry – the next she knew she was ushered to the apothecary, the same who delivered her just those 26 years ago.

“You are sure it is no morning sickness?” The doctor hushed words to Millie. Vinelle groaned in suffering on the cot. After a few minutes the Doctor returned and clasped his hand to his chin.

“I think it best if we send you to the castle, Doctor Stone is more qualified for such an illness…”

“That is… so expensive” Vinelle groaned, a hand clasped to her stomach. She turned to a wooden bucket next to her and hurled again, the same mixture of red – some clumps – coming up.

“Don’t you dare think of gold at this time, Vinelle. Money means nothing if you are dead” Millie leaned down and then nodded to the Doctor. Within moments a carriage was summoned and she was moved to a gurney. Two large men lifted each side and carried her out. She drifted in and out of consciousness until she came to. A sprinkling of water upon her face…

“Hello Miss Vinelle” A man spoke, he peered over her as she lay upon a new cot. This room smelled different – much cleaner for sure. Her eyes opened and she peered about the room… it was orderly, and kept. The walls were lined with candles – so much that it felt nearly day time with the brightness. The man before her was younger than she thought, maybe in his 40’s. A slight grey shadow in his beard, but kept hair and kind eyes, just barely wrinkles of age about the edges. “I am Doctor Stone… seems you’ve got quite the sickness… something going about in your guts here” he waved his hands.

“I have terrible news for you, as you can imagine….” He crossed his arms. “I am a mage, you see. I can see into your body and see what ails you. You have a very advanced case of the ever so elusive cancer, so much that the growths have damaged your intestines, you are bleeding out internally… hence the vomiting of blood…” he sucked in a breath.

“You have two options… I can give you something to ease your pain and you can slip away to your rest… or, I have something a little more… hmm” he pressed a finger to his lips, trying to figure out how to say it. “Something a bit on the mystical side. I have created a serum, infused with magic, which could potentially save your life… though often with side effects – as such miracles might cause. I cannot say what yours would be…”

“Magic, huh?” Vinelle hummed. She always envied those with such a talent and gift, for she was an ordinary girl. Some of her friends went off to amazing Magic-Academies, and eventually became renown, she would read letters from their amazing achievements. The idea of being some more than just a baker was always in the back of her mind… life had to have more than just dough, and the same story every night. Wake her father up, walk him to bed, wake up in the morning, bake… and so on.

“If I live – what happens?” she questioned curiously, though right after a hacking cough – a lob of blood that was stuck in her throat. She spat it out and it thunked into the wooden bucket next to her. Dr Stone leaned down and glanced into the bucket, and then returned his attention back to her.

“I would have to observe you for some time, and you – depending on what becomes of you – would either return to your normal life – or receive an opportunity to work under the King. Since… anything could come of it – if you get… hm…”

“Just say it, I can handle it” She spoke with serious eyes. She was never one for sugar coating and bull.

“You may end up with powers, magic yourself. Of which… you would become essentially – Property of the King” he spoke plainly. “Not that you would be treated as a slave, or such… you would receive care here, but you would use such powers to aid the very one who gave you life, you see?”

“It makes enough sense” she spoke softly. “And – if I work for the King, would I be paid?” she questioned.

“Of course you would” he bowed his head in a promise.

“Is there… a chance I could become a danger to society?” she questioned with curious eyes. She knew of mages tale’s – ones who’s magic consumed them so much that they became explosive, destructive, she did not want this.

“It is… possible, all things are with Magic my dear… If you were to become a danger – we would have to handle that accordingly…”

“So, I die of this illness… I could die from this procedure, or…”

“You could live, a rather exciting and eventful life, Miss Crane” Dr Stone spoke with a curious and excited voice… “What do you say?”

“I want to sign something which states these terms…”

“You are an incredibly smart girl Miss crane” he smirked “I will have my assistant draft it now, you should take this time to speak with your family. I will tell them of your decision…” he bowed his head and quickly left.

Her parents both entered the room, her mother’s eyes swollen with endless tears. Her father’s face was dreadfully dull, which meant he was sad too. They did not argue with the procedure, they would do anything for another day with their child. The goodbyes were long, and eventually they were peeled from the room. After signing a long elusive scroll – which she read two times over – she sat back and peered to the ceiling. The sun was rising now – the sunrise colors shone through the elaborate, and rather fancy, window of the Castle Apothecary estate.

“Miss Crane… no, Vinelle Crane… you will come through this. I can feel it…” Dr Stone lifted a syringe.

This was it. There was no coming back now. Part of her was ready for death, for the pain she felt was like nothing she had felt before. She wanted a release, even if it meant the end. Or maybe…

Vinelle opened her eyes just 30 minutes later. Dr Stone stood over her with a clipboard in hand, he was jotting every minute down. She did not thrash like his previous patients, she did not scream nor cry. She simple woke. Though – her eyes were no longer a deep blue, they glowed a brilliant violet color. Dr Stone gasped slightly and peered to her. He looked at the ticking pocket watch – what she did not know is most made it this far, and then died…

“Vinelle, can you hear me?” he questioned.

Vinelle winced and peered to him “Yes, and…. Everything else” she whispered softly, so softly it was faint. She could hear the ticking of his pocket watch, and the footsteps down the hall. She squeezed her eyes shut and she could even hear the King’s voice, as he spoke to his wife – though too distant to determine the words.

“Did you – see anything – when you were…?” he was jotting furiously now, he rushed over to grab a new bottle of ink.

“A man..” she whispered once again. “No… he was more like…” she shook her head. “He told me that I was early…”

“What did he look like?” Dr Stone questioned.

“I do not know… he wore an all black cloak, his face was just… darkness… he grasped my hand…” she whispered once again. She slowly lifted her hand – to find out it was chained to the table. She sighed and turned her hand – just above her knuckles was a branded dark tattoo. It glowed a faint bit and emit a slight aura of shadows.

“A God perhaps…” Dr Stone set his clipboard down. “Come on… let us see how you fare” he stepped over and unchained her hands and feet. “Can you stand?” he questioned.

Vinelle winced again to the sound of his voice which raised in excitement, even his heart beat thumped faster – a little harder. She did not feel any pain, she simply swung her legs over and stood – just like she could a month ago.

“I will do a physical assessment… just stand there, okay?” he pulled his stethoscope out and pressed it upon her chest. His face went flat though – no heart beat. “Interesting….” He muttered. She was breathing fine, her temperature was fine, everything – fine.

“Ticker is quiet” she chuckled. “So I am dead” she muttered.

“No… quite alive, Miss Crane… quite alive…” he stepped back and smiled briefly. “Now… to figure out your side effects, or perhaps… gifts” he chuckled awkwardly. “There is no chance you are nullified from it, you are very much fueled with magic. Just by moving and breathing with no heart beat is proof of that… but magic is a sweet balance.” Dr stone moved and thought for a moment, how would he entice this unknown part of her.

Standing and moving now – made her felt a different pain. Hunger pains. “I am hungry…” she spoke and touched her stomach.

“I imagine you are, you didn’t eat this morning, and have emptied your stomach of all things and then some” he chuckled slightly. He waved to his assistant who ushered quickly away to retrieve a meal.

Vinelle lifted her glowing eyes and peered about the room – to several glass tubes that sat corked. A blue mixture sat within… she felt a draw to it, she could smell it even. A very sweet sweet scent, with each huff as she drew closer – she felt her hands shaking, her knees wobbling. “What is this” she reached forward and swiftly plucked a vial from the stand.

Dr Stone did nothing, he watched, he did not stop her, no this was all part of the learning. “You wouldn’t like to know” he spoke softly. “It is Fae blood – of which was part of the dose that saved your life…” he bit his lip slightly.

Vinelle popped the cork on the vial and without a seconds thought she downed it. Everything about her core said drink it, like she had to, she was meant to, like it was a glass of water on a desert day. The moment it touched her tongue she let out a gasp of pleasure, she leaned her head back and the flavor washed over her, through her nearly. Her glowing tattoo had changed colors – it was bright blue and glowing with its own life.

“Now… that was amazing” Vinelle turned – she was no longer whispering, her body was bright and full of life. She felt full of life. She held her hands up “They tingle” she chuckled and she went to step forward, but suddenly she vanished. A slight dusting of black mist in her wake. She appeared a few feet infront of her – where she wanted to go. “Whoa-“ she laughed, and then teleported five more times for the heck of it. It was almost as if she forgot how to walk, and only could move like this. She paused and slowly stepped forward “There we go” she whispered. Dr Stone – meanwhile – was on his fifth piece of paper, his hand cramping from writing so swiftly.

“The blood gave you strength… before it… you were weak” he stepped forward. “May I?” he questioned and held his stethoscope up. In truth – he was slightly frightened, but also incredibly intrigued. He listened to her heart – and he grinned. “It ticks” he spoke and chuckled. “The blood gives you life… I see” he shifted slightly. “And fuels your… gifts” he chuckled slightly. “It makes sense”

“To keep my life – I must… take the source of others” she spoke plainly.

“You are incredibly smart, you know that right?” Dr Stone smirked. “Yes it seems so, though you can draw blood without killing…. It seems you are quite gifted. We will need time to understand more of your abilities… but to me – you seem coherent and safe for society… no need to end your life again” he smirked.

“Will I work for the King then?” Vinelle questioned curiously, though with a tinge of excitement behind it.

“You will, I hope you are happy about that… you will with high accord” he bowed his head. “Today onward you are Lady Crane. We will get you a room prepared, until you begin actual work – you will have to come to me daily for more analysis, to understand what you are capable, to understand how much blood you require…” he lifted another vial and shook it slightly.

“Can I return home?”

“Until we understand the full scope of your nature… it may not be wise. If something triggers you – you may hurt your family” he looked to her “but you can go outside and greet them” he smirked and nodded to the door.

She stepped to the door and swung it open – both of her parents stood suddenly. Her mother burst into tears of joy and grasped her daughter, the hugged for a long moment while she filled them in… of her new state, but not of the need for blood. She showed them her ability to teleport and her parents were enthralled.

“I.. have to stay here at the castle. Dr Stone will continue to monitor me, and in the future I will serve the King, as a trade for my life” she looked to both of her parents then. They looked much like her… Vinelle had long auburn hair that was always braided to the side. Her face was gentle, but with a strong jaw and cheek bones, in all fairness she was as beautify as any royal lady. A good physique, but only slightly shorter than most. Her mother shared her nose and hair, the body was nearly the same, but she had her fathers jaw and strength. She was always doing the heavy lifting for her mother, which came easy to her with the help of her fathers genes – who was extremely strong from his mining below.

“But… I will be paid, and I will send you both money to make up for the lack of my help…” she looked to them.

“Oh my dear, don’t worry a thing… You are alive, and that alone is a blessing. The Gods favor you today, let us just be joyous” she grasped her hands. Her mother’s eyes played to the glowing tattoo – but she said nothing, she smiled.

Dr Stone came to the door and smirked. “You may visit her soon, I will have a courier send available visitation hours, and a pass for you to enter the castle. I am sorry it must feel this way, but we have much work to do now, we must understand what all Vinelle can do…” he bowed his head.

“Yes, of course. Life goes on, we shall leave you both to it” and the two parents were off.

Vinelle watched them walk away and she turned to Dr Stone. “What now?” she questioned.

“An audience with the King, of course… you are in truth – the first patient to make it through this procedure...” he raised a brow. “Someone funds my work, you understand?” he questioned.

“Might I ask… one thing?” she turned to him. “and… I want to know the truth, but I would keep it a secret…” she peered to the Doctor.

“The intention is indeed to become instruments to the King’s success… that is… was my task from him. Use my magic to create something which might give him an upper hand…” it was as if he knew the very question she was to ask. Dr Stone deduced she was wickedly smart already. It was obvious this sort of project was ongoing, many patients, the excitement and detailed notes he took – it wasn’t some random life saving cure that he came across, she knew this. She could tell that there was something bigger at play…

“I understand” she spoke.

“You know, you are oddly very understanding…” Dr Stone chuckled. “A very logic driven mind, you know your current situation, and you know there isn’t much to be done about it…”

“Without you, Dr Stone, I would be dead right now… so, I suppose my path has been carved by your magic-advancements… I have no choices, and nothing comes free… I know this” she followed behind him as they exited the Apothecary. She could still hear the bustling of people, the heart beats and whisperings, but they came and went. It was as if – she could only hear the inner workings in the shadows. She could tell when they turned a corner and Dr Stone was in a slight hint of darkness – she could hear his racing and nervous heart beat… when they passed a mounted torch – the sound would suddenly disappear.

Whatever her gift was – it was driven by darkness, just like the man she saw in her faint vision. A man surrounded by darkness, who filled her with a cold that was so cold it nearly felt warm…

“Here, something more suitable for you” Dr Stone paused and waved a hand, his own display of magic. Her attired changed - which was previously drenched in sweat, and a bit of vomit. Now, she wore a clean tunic, tucked into simple pants, with a corset style red and black vest, she looked decent enough, surely better than anything she wore as a baker’s daughter. It was more the style of a rider, or maybe even the Ranger’s who would purchase fresh bread on the morning of their next hunt… Dr Stone then nodded to the two guards who stood before the throne doors. They opened and Vinelle’s eyes grew slightly wide… there she was, the Baker’s daughter walking down the throne room, towards the King who sat awaiting her, and simple – just – for – her.

Soon enough they came to the throne and Vinelle bowed deeply before him. "My King" she looked back up to him with eyes full of awe, she never thought she would ever see the King like this. "I am Vinelle Crane, daughter of Ezekiel Crane - a miner, and of Millian Crane, owner of Mill-House Bakery" she bowed her head once again. "It is an honor to stand before you, as I owe you and Dr Stone - everything, my life and more." she peered to him then, she said what she thought she should say, as formally as possible. She never really knew... exactly how to speak to the King, only what she read in books...

Last Edit: Oct 3, 2022 10:27:19 GMT -5 by Raven

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Incarnation of Shadows Oct 3, 2022 1:47:50 GMT -5

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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 3, 2022 1:47:50 GMT -5

King Jaelyx Aerraenos
Queen Alaenyra Aerraenos (deceased)
Princess Jaenyra Aerraenos
Prince Valon Aerraneos (heir to the throne)
General Juliana Baelar - Of the Isles of Wry

Kingdom of Malreos of the eastern shores of Aeritgar.

King Jaelyx Aerraenos

The Kingdom of Malreos had long held the power of the sea to their advantage. Their fleet of finely crafted ships could out maneuver any ship on the water. Though the wars of the south had threatened their alliance with the other great houses upon the continent. The blood of the war was great and those from the south western region of Aeritgar bathed in it. The Kingdom of Vimyx – it held a darkness to it. Though many had taken a liking to their ruler. He was not a king. There was only one king. Though this man sought to dethrone the Aerraenos family from Malreos. Many had tried. But none had yet to succeed.

King Jaelyx led his kingdom in a just manner. He didn’t tax his people too much, he didn’t carry out sentences of crimes with aggression...he treated those that were not noble with a kind hand. This caused his people to faithfully follow him. The God’s king they called him. Blessed by the God’s themselves most said. That was until the beautiful queen fell ill. It was an illness that not even Dr. Stone could heal. The apothecary of the castle had found others with grave illnesses and he’d created a magical serum. The horrors that the king heard from that wing of the castle. The screams of those that did not survive the injection. Magic had kept the queen alive far longer than she would have lived without.

The morning that the queen had passed away King Jaelyx had been at her side, his hand held within her fragile fingertips. Her skin was cold and pale, her eyes had lost nearly all color. She hadn’t been able to see for months at that point. Black lines crawled over her skin from the illness that had taken hold. There was nothing more that could be done to save her. Nothing that could be done to help her fight off this horrible existence that she’d come to live. Jaelyx stayed at her side through her last breath that shuddered from her body. His normally brushed back chocolate hair was unkempt. His eyes full of tears. He sobbed as he clung to her. Even though he knew it was coming – the pain that it drove into his chest was far greater than anything he could have expected.

“Father?” A sweet small voice asked. The princess.

The king lifted his glassy bloodshot eyes to his beautiful daughter. Just a child and she held the image of her mother. It would be a terrible reminder and yet – the queen’s legacy would live on through Jaenyra. He held his arm out as the girl stepped forward and hugged against him, her eyes started to well with tears as she came to the realization of the reality before her. “My sweet girl.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Does...she hurt anymore?” She asked softly, her voice broken.

“No my dear. Your mother walks among the Gods now.” The king spoke into the top of her head as he hugged her close. “You will live on and each day that I see you, my sweet Jae, I will see the beauty of your mother and her strength.” He smiled to her as tears rolled down both of their cheeks.

The door to the chamber pushed open once again – Dr. Stone stood next to a young man that held chestnut hair and bright blue hues. The young man stepped forward as his breath began to shake. “Father...” He spoke as he stared to his mother upon the bed. The unmoving body.

The king gave a gentle nod to his son to confirm with him. Prince Valon sank to his knees next to the bed and held his mother’s other hand. He pressed his forehead against the bed. “Jae.” The king spoke to the young girl. “Let me see your brother, hm?” He slipped from her grip and moved to the other side of the bed where his son stood and hugged his father. Words were not needed in this time of turmoil.

The king continued to fund Dr. Stone’s research. He wanted him to find a way to cure what the queen had died from. A way to save those that should not die so young. The king wanted a cure more than anything to save others from the pain that he had suffered from Alaenyra’s death.

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Prince Valon Aerraneos (heir to the throne)

The years passed and the young prince grew to be a fine man. The princess blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. Though the war still raged on. The King needed to find a way to win the war. He gave Dr. Stone free reign with his experiments in hopes that one day an answer to the war would come. Though his main order was that no one would be forced into the experiments, everything would be a mutual agreement. Volunteers. Those that sought to help their king and save the kingdom.

The King stood above the practice arena on the balcony, his emerald hues stared down as his son sparred with one of the fine knights of the king’s guard. The prince had short hair that held a slight curl to it – much like his mother. His brows were strong, his jaw etched as if from stone. He wore a short beard upon his face, though not nearly as thick as his father’s beard. The king watched as the prince expertly moved about and sliced forward with his dull sword. He knocked the man he sparred with onto his back and then offered a hand to help him up. The king clapped, “Very good Valon.” He called down to him.

Valon lifted his bright blue hues and smiled to his father. “Thank you father.” He spoke as he returned his attention to the fight.

King Jaelyx spent most of his mornings admiring the work of his children. Where Valon was a strong arm on the battlefield – his daughter was graced with magic. Though her magic would not help him win the war, yet. She was learning. The king walked from the balcony and into the grande castle. Paintings and statues lined the halls, perfectly decorated. As he walked into the library, he could hear voices, a chuckle came over his lips.

“That’s impossible. How do you intend that I draw up a rune in the midst of battle?” The princess’ voice carried across the library.

“Your highness, you will not be entering the battlefield.” Another voice replied.

The king rounded the corner, a smile upon his lips. “Perhaps, you can learn how to perform magic without the use of runes my dear?” He spoke as he came up to the table.

Princess Jaenyra Aerraenos

The princess sat in a fine dress that was beautifully detailed, the corset hugged against her body tightly. Her eyes were as bright as sapphires as she gazed up to her father. “This magic with runes is...constraining.” She spoke and then looked to the old Magister across from her.

The king chuckled as he looked to the old man, whom seemed frustrated with the young princess. “You must learn to cast your magic through the runes first, Jaenyra.” The king spoke as he clasped her shoulder gently.

Jaenyra sighed slightly as she gazed back to the page of the book before her. The old magister chuckled as he smiled to the king. “You should listen to your father, your highness, he speaks the truth. If you master the use of the runes one day perhaps you will discover a way around them.”

She drew upon a blank page, her expression hyper-focused. Her brows tugged together as she carefully made the lines upon the page. The king stood and watched in awe, his late wife had the ability to harness magic. But he had never been graced with such things. The queen was a fine mage – one that was capable of magic without runes. Truly gifted. He imagined his daughter would follow in her footsteps, but he wanted her to learn the ways that the magister’s knew...to keep her safe from the darkness of magic. The princess began to speak the ancient language that was only known to the Tower of Magi. Her eyes began to glow a bright white and the rune upon the page lit up the same coloration. She held her hand and a ball of fire formed. A grin split her lips before laughter came from her. The king grinned as he watched her bounce the ball back and forth between her hands. She then slammed her hands together and spoke yet another word. The fire disappeared.

Jaelyx chuckled as he looked to his daughter, her eyes still glowed with the magic that surged within her. “Very good.” He spoke just as he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“Your grace.” A young knight of the king’s guard bowed deeply. “There is great news from the medical wing. Dr. Stone has succeeded with the serum on a subject, he is going to bring her to the throne room now.”

The king’s lips parted slightly as he looked to the young knight. He never thought that he would hear such words in his lifetime. “Father can I come?” Jaenyra stood from the table, her glowing eyes stared to the knight a moment then to her father.

The king glanced to her a moment and then shook his head. “Not now my dear. I need to speak to this individual first.” He turned to his daughter. “Continue to practice with the Magister, hm?” He smiled before he turned and walked off with the king’s guard in tow. His footsteps were swift through the castle his heart beat rapidly within his chest. Both feelings of nervousness and excitement drove him now. He stepped into the throne room and ascended to his throne. He sat, though impatiently as he waited.

After a few minutes the doors opened. He lifted his eyes as he sat upon the throne, his evergreen hues fell upon the young woman that walked in. The king watched her as she walked in and he gave a nod to Dr. Stone. He smiled as she spoke to him after she bowed. He stood and descended the stairs to stand before her. The king was a tall man, though he was not lanky. It was clear that he could hold his own if placed in an arena. He smiled as he looked her over for a moment, “Vinelle Crane.” He spoke her name, “Welcome to my home. Your family crafts fine baked goods. I quite enjoy them.” He spoke as he glanced to Dr. Stone. “What was the ailment?” He questioned.

“A cancer, your grace. She would have died, but she is completely healed.” The doctor responded.

The king drew in a breath as he gazed back to her. “The affliction of the serum?” He questioned.

“So far – it is unknown what all of her side effects will be. But drinking Fae blood healed her, your grace.” Dr. Stone responded. “She can teleport. I’m hopeful there will be much more that she is capable of over the next few weeks.”

The king gazed to Vinelle a long moment as he drew in a breath. “I see.” He spoke. “She will room in the barracks with the other king’s guard….” There was a pause as the king seemed to think deeply. “Place her with General Juliana Baelar.”

Dr. Stone’s lips pressed together slightly. “Do you believe that is the best place to house her?” Dr. Stone questioned.

“I do.” The king turned his eyes upon the doctor. He turned his gaze to a guard. “Fetch General Baelar, would you? Send her to the arena.” He smiled to the man whom nodded and bowed before he rushed off.

“Now then.” He smiled to Vinelle. “Come along.” He motioned to her as he walked from the throne room. He led her through the halls of the castle. “It is quite impressive that you were able to survive, tell me about your illness.” He spoke as he gazed to her. The king had a warm personality. One that made most feel comfortable. He walked through the great halls of the castle. Knights bowed to the king and greeted him as he passed.

He led Vinelle and the doctor to the arena where the prince was still sparring with guards. Valon stopped when he saw his father, his brows tugged together as he looked to Vinelle, the young prince’s lips parted slightly. “Could we have the arena, son?” Jaelyx questioned with a smile.

Valon nodded and bowed his head slightly, “Of course, father.” His eyes moved to the baker’s daughter once again for a moment. Curiosity. He moved from the arena and stood at the side with the other king’s guard.

Jaelyx nodded to Vinelle. “Show me.” He spoke as he stepped back from her. From the balcony above the princess peered down, her father’s back to her. She grinned as her brother caught her eyes a moment. The princess was full of life, vibrant and free. She looked to the maiden that stood within the arena with careful anticipation.

General Juliana Baelar

From another door that led to the arena a woman clad in armor walked in. She had bright silvery locks, her hair was braided into a large braid that was held down the side of her head, thick bangs parted over her face. She wore fine armor that was much unlike the recruit armor of much of the king’s guard. She had fur about her shoulders, the seal of the kingdom upon each pauldron at her shoulders. She was petite in size, her sword looked rather large upon her hip. But the armor didn’t seem to slow her down. She came to the king’s side and bowed her head to him. This was General Juliana Baelar. Her eyes were a deep ocean blue that seemed to hold a glimmer of light within them. There was a mystical presence about this general that seemed to cling to the air. Her eyes settled in on Vinelle as she seemed to study the woman.

Last Edit: Oct 3, 2022 4:00:35 GMT -5 by Blindside Tex

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Incarnation of Shadows Oct 3, 2022 2:57:20 GMT -5

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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2022 2:57:20 GMT -5

Vinelle smiled and bowed her head just barely in response to his kind compliment, it was a honor for him to remember the bakery. Though, it was often that he would make special requests. A guard would enter and ask for the finest selections, on request of the King. She remembered how giddy her mother would get and pull every stop to make it the grandest of baskets. She would send the Guard with a complete hand woven basket, filled with bread, cheese and jams, this sort of care she rarely gave to other customers. Of course, it was the King. This attention was often what drove her mother to work harder and harder, for just a glimpse of the royal approval – was all she needed.

Vinelle remained silent as the Doctor and the King spoke of her, almost for a moment – as if she was not there. Though, when the Doctor seem to stick up for her placement – she felt a warmth in her chest. He was a kind man, she could tell. It was also his heart beat that picked up which told her that he was frustrated by the decision, when he promised her something else… but she knew – the King’s decision was made, and even still… “I am grateful, my lord” she squeezed in, just after he asked to fetch the General.

Vinelle glanced to Dr. Stone and smiled – in a giddy way – and then she quickly gathered her composure. “My Illness…” she sucked in a breath as their steps moved through the castle. In truth she had never entered the castle before, and she always dreamt of what it would look like. The real experience was nothing of her dreams. It was so well kept, not a single speck of dust to be found. The floors were waxed and shined, their boots clicked at such a beautiful pitch. The décor was something she couldn’t put words to either, it was a paradise within.

“It came quickly, at first just pain in my stomach… Milk of the Poppy held me by. I thought maybe… something that would pass. It took a week before I could hardly move, or breath… and I …” she bit her lip slightly. “It is not a pretty topic, my Lord” she sucked in a breath. “Doctor Kelnan sent me to Doctor Stone, of which he told me I was bleeding out from within. A week ago I was standing just fine, baking and kneading dough, and the next I found I had only a few hours to live…” she shook her head. “though…there was a moment during all of that pain I felt… where perhaps death was the only relief” she paused, her foot steps frozen as she remembered it all. It felt nearly a life time ago now…

“I am sorry my Lord, that was quite depressing…” she bowed her head. “I suppose in a way… I feel as though I did die, and now I am… someone else, living some other life.” She held her hands up – moving them as if they were not hers, or perhaps she only just gained feeling in them. “I am terribly sorry” she rushed forward to catch up to the King. “I am… still coming to terms with everything” she glanced to him, admiring his perfectly kept beard. He had a delightful scent to him, surely a sweet oil or fragrance. She stood next to the King – astonishing.

Before she knew it they came to the Arena’s field, which was a dusty red clay, her boots crunched over it. She peered to the Prince, to whom she bowed her head to in acknowledgement. He was incredibly handsome, she often heard local girls chattering of his beauty, she hadn’t seen him before – but could agree finally with their words.

She then peered beyond the King – to a woman who stood at the balcony. In an instant she felt a churning – she could hear the thumping heart beat of this woman, relaxed but with slight excitement. As their gazes locked she heard her heart beat thump just a little faster… It seemed all eyes were on her now… odd for just the baker’s daughter.

“Yes, my King” she stepped back from him. Without thinking, without an incantation, a rune, or whisper – she teleported forward. A whisp of darkness remain in her previous place, and then she teleported to the right. She did not move at all, but her body did. Then to the left, and back to her original position.

She felt that magic within her stirring with each teleport. She felt her fingers buzzing with excitement from the energies that flowed within. With each teleport, each use of this magic – there was an unexplainable experience of pleasure. The kind when eating the most delicious of foods, or relaxing into a hot spring after an exhausting day, or perhaps even more lustful desires.

Vinelle held her hands up as she buzzed to her – and as she did – from the ground tendrils of darkness crept from the red clay. There were four of them on each corner of her body, they moved as she did. She moved her hands to the right – and they shifted in that direction. They were shadowy and dark, a black essence appearing from their magical flesh. She curiously kicked a rock towards one, which with intense reaction – the tendril reached down and yanked the rock from the ground as it skipped over. She then waved a hand and it chucked the rock across the arena, though it was much stronger than she. It slammed into the side of the arena and hit the ground with a loud thud. Vinelle winced slightly and shook her hands – the tendrils disappeared.

The woman wiggled her fingers before her and let out a slow and steady breath. That magic called to her – but something about it made her scared. That feeling of letting it all go – that feeling that drove her for more, she knew better than to give into it. What would come? She closed her eyes and slowly the excitement of the magic steadied, like a passing panic attack nearly.

“I did not know I could do that” she breathed and bowed. “I…” she didn’t have words, it was all too hard to process.

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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 3, 2022 3:59:19 GMT -5

Jaelyx watched the woman, the way she smiled when he mentioned the bakery. He knew it would bring pride to her, but the compliment was true. He spoke the truth to many, out of his honor. Lies never brought good will to the kingdom, this was his belief. When the young woman butted into the conversation with her appreciation the king merely smiled to her. “It will be better than the doctor believes. I can assure you of that.” He paused a moment. “I will eventually arrange for a guest room within the west wing of the castle, but for now this will make due. General Baelar will ensure that you are kept safe and she can show you around.” In truth – everything with the king was as test. He did not know this woman. So he would not place her directly into the living quarters of the castle. Especially with unknown side effects of the serum. He was unsure of what to expect. Certainly if she was housed with one of his King’s Guard it would keep the rest of the castle and his family safe from harm.

As they walked down the hall he clasped his hands before his hips as he walked along. He glanced to the woman as she seemed to take in the grande nature of the castle. When she began to speak of the illness he listened. Milk of the poppy, it had been one of the few things that the end that could keep his dear Alaenyra from pain. It would calm her and soothe her enough so she could sleep. When she claimed that the topic was not quite suitable the king nodded. “I understand that. But it would help you to speak of it.” He offered gentle words, his evergreen eyes watched the young woman carefully.

His brows rose slightly when she spoke that she had been fine a week ago. A quick illness at that. He’d heard of horrible illnesses within the land. Those that even his great apothecary could not understand. His brows furrowed when she apologized for speaking of death as a relief. He drew in a breath of his own. But she continued on. As she spoke of her new found abilities as if she was reincarnated he nodded slightly. He turned before they came to the arena and gazed to her. “This serum. I have asked Dr. Stone to work on this so that others may live. My sweet Alaenyra died a horrible illness. She was far too young to have fallen into such a tragic end. Her life was cut short because we could not save her. I do hope that this new found life that you’ve been given is met well for you.” He gave a smile before they turned and walked into the arena.

The prince smiled to the young woman as she bowed her head to him, a chuckle came over his lips as he stepped from the arena. He watched as the woman’s violet eyes lifted to look to that of his sister. Jaenyra had a giddy smile upon her lips, she was full of excitement. The princess gazed to the woman with her sapphire hues, her expression unwavering, if anything her smile grew as their eyes locked onto one another. This woman, a stranger amongst the king’s guard and the royal family. Jaenyra watched in careful anticipation as the woman took a few paces back from her father. Her lips parted as Vinelle teleported this way, and that. The ashes of darkness left in her wake. “No runes...” She whispered. “No incantations...” She was awestruck.

“That serum is a perversion of magic, princess. Unlike the magic that you possess. Your magic is pure.” The magister spoke as he stood next to her upon the balcony. “Quite impressive though, isn’t it? Your mother was an impressive mage. She held fire in her eyes just as you do.” He offered the compliment to the young woman.

Jaenyra glanced to him a moment, she pressed her lips together before she turned her attention back to the arena. “Perhaps it is not a perversion of magic, Magister, but a gift of magic. Did you ever think of that? Do the old tomes not speak of magic that is within each and every being? That we are all capable of great feats, but some are more attuned to such pulls upon the magic realm.” She spoke delicately, but her words were wise for a young age of twenty three. “Magic in itself is a gift that we should be thankful for. It is not something that is deserved, nor is it a birthright...” She glanced to him a moment. “Magic is a gift from the Gods themselves.” She gazed back as the tendrils appeared, a smile curved up her lips once again as excitement filled her.

The prince watched in awe as the woman tossed the rock with force across the arena. He walked over to it as the tendrils disappeared and he lifted it up. It was a good sized rock, it would take quite a bit of strength to toss it the same distance with such speed. He tossed the rock down with a thud and clapped. “This is an incredible feat.” He spoke as he stepped forward and gazed up to the balcony, his sister was gone, a smirk curved up his lips. He knew she was probably running down the stairs with the Magister hobbling after her yelling to her to stop. Because who could keep the princess away from a great mage? Not many. Perhaps only the king.

Jaelyx smiled to Vinelle, he nodded to one of the guards whom came forward with a mug of water for her. “Drink.” He spoke. “You have quite the gifts, Lady Vinelle.” He spoke with the same warm smile. His eyes looked to the rock that she’d thrown. “There are many things that I am certain you have yet to discover. The path to magic is vast, my late wife could have explained it to you much better than I. It is an incredible gift that you have gained.”

“Gained?” The prince questioned curiously. His eyes looked to the woman. “How?”

“The serum, my son.” The king replied.

Valon’s lips parted slightly, a soft smile came to him then. “Incredible.” He spoke.

The silence of the arena was broken by the sound of the doors opening. The princess rushed forward, “You have incredible magic.” She spoke with a smile. “No runes. No incantations. You...you controlled it so well.” Her magic swelled within her from her sense of excitement. “Did you have magic before?” She asked curiously.

“Jae.” The king butted in.

“Can you feel it now?” The princess continued to ask, a smile upon her lips. “The magic? I can feel mine.” She grinned.

“Jaenyra.” The king’s voice grew stern.

The princess stopped, her eyes moved to her father and she gave a bit of an awkward smile to him. “Father. I just…”

“Absolutely not.” Jaelyx spoke his voice firm. “Valon take your sister back to the library so she can continue her studies.”

“But...she...can do magic without runes...” She argued, but her voice trailed off as her eyes caught her father’s cold stare. He didn’t use this much, but when he did his two children knew not to cross him.

“Come along, sister.” Valon smirked to his younger sister as he chuckled lightly. “The Magister must be worried sick about you.” He laughed once again. His bright blue eyes glanced to Vinelle a moment before he wrapped an arm around his sister’s arm to tote her off.

The king was silent for a long moment he watched as the prince led the princess away and he waited until the two had exited from the arena before he returned his attention back to Vinelle. Juliana stood next the king still, when the magic was shown her hand had instinctively gone to her sword to protect her king. But once everything settled down the General stood with her hand relaxed upon the hilt of her blade. “That was as great display of your power. I do apologize for my daughter, she is very interested in magic. Once we have determined that your magic is safe, perhaps I will allow her to question you.” He gave a chuckle. “Though you may grow tired rather quickly, Jaenyra takes after her mother with curiosity.” He smiled in a warm loving way. He nodded slightly and glanced to General Baylar. “General.” He spoke and the woman straightened slightly, her eyes moved to him. “Vinelle will be staying with you within your quarters for the next several days. You are to be with her at all times. Understood?”

General Baylar bowed her head, “Yes, your grace, as you wish.” She spoke. Her ocean hues looked to the woman then as a slight breeze pushed a small bit of her silvery locks into her eyes. She brushed it away with her armored hand.

“I would like you to take Lady Vinelle to her new quarters. Show her around the castle and get her clothing that is suitable for a king’s mage.” The king smiled, “You may be the next mage of the court, Lady Vinelle.” He spoke before he turned to step away. “Tonight I would venture to invite you to the dinner party. Enjoy the food, meet the noble houses. I want you to see what your new found life will be like.” He spoke these words before he walked away.

General Baylar stood for a moment, her jaw tense. She glanced to Dr. Stone whom had a weary look upon his face before he turned and rushed after the king as the man beckoned him. “Right.” She spoke after a moment of silence. “Shall we?” She brought her eyes back to Vinelle. The General led the woman from the arena. “The castle is quite large. At first it will feel like a labyrinth. It can be confusing...but I am certain that you will learn it in time.” She offered a smile after these words, though it was a small almost shy smile. She stared to the violet eyes of the woman a moment before she looked back ahead. “When I first arrived from the Isle of Wry, I was lost many times within the castle.” She added.

The woman led Vinelle into the east wing of the castle and up a few flights of stairs. “I have one of the larger rooms. So you will not feel cramped.” She spoke as she ascended the stairs with ease. Her small form caused the tip of her sword to come close to hitting the stairs as she climbed them. Soon enough she pushed a door open to a large room. “The king was quite generous with the room. At least, I am told that he gives the best accommodations to his officers within the King’s Guard. The rooms for the recruits are not terrible either.” She spoke as if she wanted to fill the silence to blotch out any uncomfortable feelings.

General Balar gazed about her room, a large bed with fine sheets upon it, a wardrobe, a balcony, a room that led to a bath no doubt. It was indeed fine accommodations. “Here.” She spoke as she walked over to a double set of doors. She opened them and then grasped a strap that was so high above her head that she had to jump slightly to grab it, though Vinelle could have grasped it no doubt easily. From the wall another bed lay down with a plush sleeping surface. The General turned and walked to a dresser where she pulled out a drawer and grasped a bag of linens, just as fine as those upon her own bed. “Would you mind?” She asked as she grabbed the blankets from the pack and began to make the bed up for Vinelle. Once the bed was made the general drew in a breath. “The bath is through there.” She spoke as she walked in the direction of it. “There is an enchantment here.” She pointed out. “Made it myself.” She smiled happily. “It’ll warm the water for you so you’ll have a perfectly hot bath anytime you like. No boiling water.” She commented. The General then paused a moment as she looked to Vinelle, “Your eyes are quite striking.” She remarked, “I’ve not seen a shade like that since I was a child to be honest. The Isle of Wry some have eyes like yours. But they are Fae.” She smiled then, a genuine smile finally. She walked back into the main room and gazed about. “I will make room for you within the wardrobe, though I do not have much.” She spoke as she opened the doors, it was just over half full.

The General then turned to Vinelle, “You can call me Juliana if you’d like. At least when we are not before the king or the King’s Guard. It may make you feel more comfortable. Especially in such a difficult time. I can’t imagine.” She pressed her lips together as though she wanted to speak more. She seemed to think deeply. “Do you wish to see the castle first? Or do you wish to find clothing that suits you? It will be on the King’s coin.” She spoke as her ocean hues settled upon the woman once again.

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Post by Raven on Oct 3, 2022 10:25:13 GMT -5

The King was kind, she could see it in his eyes and the gentle nature of his voice. Not a word was a lie, or even an attempt to soothe her, he was genuine in his words. She could tell by the consistent beat of his heart, no wavering with his words, his emotions stable. It was never a thing she could tell before, but with her gifted hearing - it was a natural instinct that told her these things, as if she could do it her entire life. That was the interesting part of her new 'gifts' they were so innately natural that she felt as though she had it for years.

"I am terribly sorry about Queen Aleanyra, I was quite young when she passed... the city mourned for ages, it seemed. She was well loved, even if I did not know much of her..." she bowed her head. "It is...painful to hear that such an event is what fueled you to create this gift, it tells me you were in much pain, and grieve even still.." she spoke softly and then clasped her hands together, her steps catching up to him within the castle walls. "I will not let your gift to me be in vain then, my King. For the Queen" she bowed her head once more as their conversation came to an end.

As they came to the Arena - and her performance was over - her violet hues peered to the Princess who came bounding down a set of doors. There was a wake of red dust behind her rushed steps as she came to the Arena grounds. Vinelle bowed to her presence and smiled brightly to her curiousity. She held her hands out as she could still feel it "Yes.. I -" she went to reply. Yes the magic was flowing through her like a bolt of lightning, jolting in her veins and touching every atom of her being. It was revitalizing, and nearly toxic - she wanted to call upon it over and over again. She did not speak this though - the King cut the Princess off and ushered her away. She knew the intent - they did not know the full dangers of her new found gifts, lest anyone get hurt...

After the Princess left - she handed the empty mug now to a guard near by, as she finished the water with ease. "Only the wise have questions, my lord" she replied to the King about the Princess. "I would happily answer them" she bowed her head once more. As he continued to speak - her mouth dropped slightly. A dinner party, with the King? She simply nodded, no words could fit the excitement in her chest. Though, she was much like her father - her emotions were slightly evident, but not nearly as bountiful as the Princess. She could harness them well, and control them - just like her father.

Lady Vinelle A tingle crawled up her spine, she nearly missed his comment about her possibly becoming the Court Mage... Lady Vinelle, spoken by the King himself. "I would be honored for such a opportunity, your grace" she bowed deeply. Lady Vinelle... with that the King was gone. She was left with the General - who's heart beat with uncertainty. Vinelle let out a deep breath, as if she had been holding it during the entire conversation with the King. She turned to the General and took her in for the first time.

The woman was oddly beautiful, but there was a kind of strength behind her aura. Perhaps the way she kept her armor, or her stance when standing idle. She had a very slow beating heart, she hadn't heard a single heart like this one yet. Slow and strong... It was interesting to hear each of these hearts, all a unique pattern and beat to the body. Hers was extremely calming to her, she could hear nearly every chamber of her heart thump as the blood moved, in a relaxing rythym.

Vinelle followed behind the General and listened to her words, she gave a slight chuckle to her comments. "Even now the Castle is indeed a labyrinth... but yet so astonishingly beautiful. I have never seen such a thing... I grew up deep in the heart of the city, the castle was always... like a shadow of a mountain in the distance. I never gave it much thought, as it was nearly a forbidden place it seemed..." she spoke softly and they bounded up the slender stairs.

They opened the door to her room - to which she let out a small gasp of awe. It was beautiful, and simple. She could admire the simplicity. It was like magic that a new bed was revealed from the wardrobe of sorts. She did not speak much - but she offered a hand in making the bed, moving the sheets and tucking them under with as much care as the General.

"Your own bath?" she smiled and "Oh wow, an enchantment to heat the water? Very impressive, General" she smiled once more. "It is agonizing to boil the water, a single bath becomes nearly an hour long chore" she knew it well. She boiled the water every evening for her father while her mother tended to him. She would carry the boiling water to the round wooden tub, which sat in the backroom. It doubled as their clothes washing tub. She would dump that water in and then fetch three more buckets of water from the well to finish filling it... then she kept another pot of hot water on the fire in the case he took too long to get in. To have waved a hand and it was done already? The idea was far too fetching for her.

Lost in her thoughts - she returned her attention to the General. "Um.. thank you, General... they..." she touched her cheek, as if to touch her own eye. "They are hardly mine..." she whispered. "I don't... even know..." she stepped over to a mirror that sat over a small boudoir. "I haven't even seen them yet..." The mirror was crystal clear - unlike the faded and foggy mirror of her own home. To see herself in the reflection so clearly. She brought a hand to her cheek once more, staring to the glowing violet eyes. She was lost in the wonder of them, in truth they were very beautiful and captivating. She sucked in a breath and let it go slowly, shakily. She held her hand up - the glowing tattoo was not bright blue anymore. It was a shifting color of dark blue, nearly purple. She placed her fingers over it, tracing the lines of the glowing marking, all while never taking her eyes off the vision of the person in the mirror.

"I have... never met a Fae before..." she spoke softly and turned around finally, regaining her composure. "Maybe sometime you can tell me more of them... what I know is only from books I've read.. mystical kind, but I suppose I have many questions... Dr. Stone mentioned part of the serum is of Fae nature... does that mean... I am partially Fae?" she pressed her lips together. "Perhaps a conversation best suited for him.." she seem to apologize, which she did a lot of. She felt out of place, and now encroaching on this woman's life too. Her own chambers, even her wardrobe... she wanted to resist but they both knew they had little choice, the King demanded it.

"Juiliana.. it is a pleasure then" her smile brightened. "I appreciate your kindness... I honestly... never expected anything like this, every next venture is so new to me.. it is slightly frightening, but yet... I am comforted." she let out another breath. "A wardrobe, perhaps" she nodded.

They walked back down the winding stairs and came to a different side of the castle. She couldn't tell quarter from quarter, though she figured perhaps in time she would. That idea that should we live within the castle like so made her tremble with excitement. She wanted nothing more than to stop everything and rush to her Mother, to tell her everything. She would get her time, she figured.

They came to the Castle's Tailor, the door opened to a large room. There were stacks of cloth stacked high, of every kind of material. A large working table with many sewing devices resting upon it... and then there were hanger after hanger of dresses, suits, that lined the walls and created isles... "Wow" she whispered.

"Well hello there!" A woman spoke from behind a bundle of cloth. Vinelle peered over and stepped forward.

"Hello?" she questioned with a smile over her face.

"Down here love" the voice called.

Vinelle glanced downward, to peer to a dwarven woman. She had her hair done upward in a weaving circle of braids, topping her head neatly. She wore a beautiful dress, her shoulders exposed - she was delicate while also being quite stout, strong and healthy. "Not what ye expected, hm?" she laughed "None do, not to fret not to fret, I am the the best Tailor you come to meet" she walked over in the center of the room to take Vinelle in.

"Ah, Juliana - is this a new recruit?" she questioned, her eyes looking her up and down. "Oh you are so perfectly portioned, what a gal" she had a thick dwarven accent, and did not care to hide a bit of it. "Such striking eyes, oh, wow, and such gorgeous hair.. I know exactly what to put you in!" she scrambled off in an instant. She appeared to not need measurements, her dwarven eyes knew immediately.

She came back with several dresses, stacking them on a table. "And a uniform fit for battle too, hm?" she spoke from behind a set of hangers, she was hidden behind them, only her squeeky voice carried to her. Vinelle smirked, her energy was so bright. And her heart beat the fastest, but she could tell this fast beat was her normal heart rate. It was not elevated, the chambers of her heart even and calm, just... quicker.

Vinelle stepped forward to the stack of dresses... she thumbed through them. Beautiful corsets and laces. The stitching was so perfect, and beautiful. One of the dresses called to her. It was red with golden embroidered lines, that was very mystical.

"A good eye lass, that one is a beauty..." she smirked.

"For your uniform... I a thinking feminine with a touch of bad ass, hmm? You have that look about you. A woman to the T, but someone not to be trifled with... and yet something you can move in, fight in, with the strength of Dwarven steel" she grinned.

She began to lay out several pieces. A piece of glittering Dwarven blue chain mail, this would be worn under the leather vest... and she laid out the vest. Though the vest was cut interestingly that part of the chain mail would be exposed, intently upon her chest... Lining the right side was several clasps, decorately attached to a leather strap. It was smooth on one side, and then the far right was more traditional battle vest, it was such an interesting design, she was truly a master at her craft.

"Matching gloves of course" she sat them down, with hardened leather bracers and subtle gauntlets. "And of course... a display of weaponry" she sat down a perfectly crafted belt, which would hold several daggers. "And here comes the womanly finesse... you have these beautiful long legs, shaped so perfectly, you - show them off, hm?" she smirked.

The bottom of the vest came mid thigh, turning into an angled skirt. She set down a pair of blue chain mail stockings, which would come to mid thigh as well, held upward by thigh suspenders, showing off that mid section of a singular thigh. That blue chainmail caught her eye once again, it had such a beautiful glittering color.

"And alas, your boots are the statement piece" she set them down. Knee high boots with perfectly folded cuffs, buttons and alike. There were built in knee guards, etched perfectly with a kind of flame. Several winding laces, to a metal toe cover.

"The finishing touch is... a singular shoulder pad, and a blue cloak" she set both down. The shoulder pad clunked slightly, it had 3 layers to it. The initial piece stuck outward, forming a square shoulder, and the lower pieces would protect her arm. The decor was stunning, etching was beautiful and perfect.

"I had the pleasure of creating Juliana's uniform, I would say... you be striking in this, go change into it!" she clamored and lead Vinelle to a changing screen. "There you are lass" she helped the woman peel from her clothing with swift, yet thick fingers.

Vinelle was shy at first to change in front of the dwarf - but the dwarf paid no mind at all, she just started to pull the clothing off her in a hurried fashion. Vinelle pulled the chain mail over her shoulders, it magically sinched down to her size. "Whoa-" she gasped. The dwarven woman laughed "Dwarven magic is something, innit?" she chuckled and handed the vestige over.

Vinelle pulled that on and the clasps instantly worked with its own magic, it fit perfectly snug. The belt over her perfectly carved waist, then the legging chain mail, two thigh suspenders on each side who attached to a girdle that she put on earlier. Then the boots... gloves, bracers and gauntlet... then finally the shoulder piece simply snapped onto the armor magically. "Wow" she gasped peering into the mirror. Finally the cloak was placed about her shoulders, the King's signet clasped it upon her shoulder. "It's amazing" she muttered.

"It suits you" the dwarf smirked. "You come back, you have such a beautiful body, I could spend an entire day fitting you" she chuckled. "Go show the general, go" she ushered her out from behind the curtain.

Vinelle stumbled forward, her boots were heavier than she imagined, but she quickly gathered herself. "What do you think?" she spoke with a grin over her face, she twirled slightly and the cloak fluttered behind her, her outfit completed. "I've never worn much beyond an apron, this - this is amazing" she nearly giggled and she bit her lip slightly. "Thank you, so much" she bowed deeply.

"I'll have these dresses sent to your accommodations. I'll send a riding uniform as well, and some casual wear as well.. thankfully I've got plenty of clothing your size, you share the likes of the fair late Queen, I had much waiting for her... seems you will finally give her clothing a reprise" she smirked and clapped her hands. "Off ye go now, I have much to do" she bowed her head. "I would love to see you again too, General. I have much to show you on your newest battle armor, you will love it" she smirked and ushered them out of the room.

"Wow..." Vinelle stepped forward, her boots had a different click and clank to the tiled floor. She hid her smile, but not well. "General..." she finally regained herself. "Thank you" she bowed her head. "I suppose, we continue the tour?" she sighed softly "This is very beneath you, but I appreciate your guidance..." she followed behind her.

"When the King said... Mage of his Court... am I thinking of the right thing? That... is a very important position.. what would that mean of me? What.. should I do to prepare for that?" she questioned softly. "I don't understand... why I would deserve that" she peered to her as they walked, her eyes curious.

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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 3, 2022 16:36:48 GMT -5

The king had watched Vinelle with soft eyes when she commented about the queen. He gave a weak smile – it was evident that his heart still ached. He nodded his head to her, “Thank you. I do hope that this gift gives us what our kingdom needs.” He spoke just before their conversation ended.

The General watched cautiously as everything happened. Her eyes upon the woman as she spoke to the king – agreeing to answer the princess’ questions. At least this woman seemed kind enough. The king merely smiled back to her, “You are a bright young mind, Lady Vinelle.” He spoke and chuckled lightly, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you that the princess can be exhausting in her questions. Can’t she General Baylar?” He smirked slightly as he looked to the small iron clad woman next to him.

“The princess has an inquisitive mind, your grace.” The General had replied with a smile. Soon enough after that the king was gone and she walked through the halls with this new mage. General Baylar would glance to the woman every now and again as she spoke her idle words to fill the passing time as they made their way to her room. A chuckle came from the woman to Vinelle’s comment. “It is a sort of forbidden fruit, isn’t it? I’ve looked up at the castle from the city, long ago when I was a child. When I first arrived in Aeritgar and traveled here to the Kingdom of Malreos.” She replied, “The halls are just as stunning now, as they were when I was a child.”

As they entered her room the General explained things and glanced to Vinelle, she seemed to have a careful study of her. An intent way that she looked to her. Not judgmental but, she was indeed watching every movement of the woman. General Baylar gave a light chuckle to the comment. “Impressive, to most from Aeritgar, yes.” She replied with a gentle smile. A brow raised as the woman spoke of the chore to warm water, “It does take a good amount of time, doesn’t it? But you have no need to worry about that anymore. When the king gives you a chamber of your own I can enchant the faucet there for you as well if you would like.” She offered plainly.

The shock in the woman’s expression when the General commented on her appearance – the eyes – her ocean hues watched the woman carefully. She didn’t know that her eyes glowed with a violet hue. It must have been a change from the serum. General Baylar drrew in a breath as she watched the woman look over herself in the mirror. She gave the woman time to take in her appearance, the General stood idly by, her hand resting comfortably upon the hilt of her large sword. He eyes gazed to the balcony that overlooked the forest behind the city of Malreos.

General Baylar brought her attention back to the woman as she spoke that she’d never met a Fae. “Most have not.” She gave a weak smile. “They do not live on this continent – mostly. You’ve some in the deep forests, but those forests humans do not venture into. The magic is different there.” She seemed to think a long moment. “The books don’t speak of the Fae the way I would.” She smiled slightly once again. “I’ll tell you what you would like to know, yes.” She replied and gave a gentle nod. The General visibly stiffened when the woman spoke of the serum – how it was of Fae nature. Her breath stifled slightly. She knew little of what the serum was compromised of – what she knew of it she didn’t care much for. “I….” She paused and pressed her lips together, thinking of her words carefully. “I wouldn’t say that you are a Fae.” She shook her head. “Perhaps you’ve merely gained the essence of the Fae...” She sucked in a breath – there was an uncomfortable nature about the General now, her heart pattered within her chest.

Though the General seemed to relax slightly as the woman spoke her first name. Juliana her given name. It wasn’t like many of the names from Wry. But many things about her were not like the people of the isle she hailed from. “A wardrobe then.” She smiled, “You will like our seamstress. She is one of a kind.” She chuckled lightly, but that is all the insight she gave the woman.

The General walked in and allowed Vinelle to discover the dwarf herself. She chuckled as Vinelle discovered what the woman was. “A new recruit that will serve the King, yes. I am her guide for now.” She spoke as she looked about the many dresses and different sets of clothing. Eventually the General sat upon a stool, a leg crossed over the other as she awaited the new mage. She seemed almost bored in a way as she waited, she blew a bit of hair from her eyes and gazed about.

Soon enough Vinelle emerged and the General stood, her brows rose slightly. She watched as the woman twirled about, “You are stunning.” She replied as she looked the woman up and down taking in the different use of the armor and leathers that the dwarf made. Her ocean hues glanced to the dwarf as she mentioned a new set of armor. “A new set? You think this set is worn out?” She said with a smirk. “I would love to see it, when I have time.” She bowed her head slightly. “Thank you.” She spoke as she led Vinelle from the room.

She glanced to the woman as she walked along, trying to hold in a smile. A chuckle came over the General’s lips. “Beneath me? Hm.” She furrowed her brows slightly and then shook her head. “There is nothing that the king asks of me that is beneath me.” She then offered a smile. “We shall continue, yes.” She walked forward. They moved through the castle in silence until Vinelle broke it with her questions. General Baylar glanced to her and pressed her lips together. “Ah yes...the Mage of the Court...it is a quite high position...our late queen was the last to fill such a position. It takes a mage of great power to hold it. One day I do believe the Princess hopes to hold a chair within the court with her father. Of course there can be more than one mage.” She gave a gentle smile so as to not worry the woman about competing with the princess.

General Baylar paused a moment, she could hear the princess speaking with the Magister within the library. A chuckle came over her lips – the fiery nature of the princess. “This is the library of the castle. The princess studies here most days with a Magister.” She spoke as she paused a moment. “She will be a great mage and perhaps you two can learn together once your side effects are determined.” She pressed her lips together slightly. “Dr. Stone will be in charge of determining safety though. I do not imagine...you mean ill will of anyone….it seems.” Her eyes played over the woman again and she looked away swiftly. Her cheeks flushed for a moment as she cleared her throat. “What questions do you have?” She asked as she walked into the library. They were on the second story of it. The princess below – arguing away with the Magister. She held a ball of fire in her hands that swirled up her arm. Laughter came from the princess. She was full of life. The General watched the princess a moment before she continued on and led Vinelle into another hallway and eventually to a set of stairs that led toward the arbourtorium of the castle. The humid air was thick with the scent of flowers and plants. She touched the pedal of a large red flower and sniffed it. "This place is somewhere I come when I need to relax." She commented and then smiled once again.

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"I would love to hear more of your acclimation some time" Vinelle smiled to the General as she listened to the woman recount her own transition to the castle. "So, you mean to say I may never get used to this kind of beauty?" she offered a youthful chuckle. "Not the worst problem, I suppose" she smiled. "Thank you... for your kind words" she bowed her head respectfully. The General didn't need to share her story, but she appreciated it the same.

Soon enough they were off to get fitted, and out in a swift time. Vinelle peered to her and then smiled "You are very admirable, General" she bowed her head. Nothing was beneath her - even this was important to her, she valued this. She was impressed by every corner - the kind of people the King kept around him, equally as generous and noble as he. She always thought Royal were spoiled, all stories of jealousy it seemed. The more she was around these people - the more she wanted to be apart of it. Maybe some day someone would think the same of her - that she was kind and noble...

As they continued on - the General answered her question. What it meant to be the mage of court. "I see" she nodded, the Princess was ready to follow her mothers footsteps. "I would do nothing but encourage her, surely. I have.. more to learn from her than anything" she glanced to the door of the library. She could hear every single world through the wall - crystal clear. She smirked to the spunk of the Princess, she could feel the excitement in her chest - thumping loudly.

They walked into the library and Vinelle placed her hands on the railing, looking downward to the beautiful library. There were books that lined the entire 3 stories of the library. Comfortable couches and chairs paired about end caps of books, and two plush desks placed about - books stacked high on them. This was a library, but it appeared to be someone's personal study, perhaps the Princess... she was learning this woman took her studies very seriously. She was ambitious, and talented... she could feel it then. Vinelle leaned her head back slightly - she could feel the wave of power that hung from Jaenyra - it was sweet and gentle, and it almost sung to her. A kind of vibrational energy that she could feel radiating from her, as her magic flowed through her finger tips.

Vinelle let out a soft breath and turned to catch the General peering to her. She could hear the sudden jolt of Juliana's heart, the flush that crept over her cheeks - from the sudden patter of her heart. Vinelle crept a smile, a sort of cheeky grin, and said nothing more. They walked away, leaving the chipper voice of the Princess to echo off the library walls.

"Questions?" she pondered a moment as she followed behind. "Sure..." she sucked in a breath. They were surrounded by beautiful flowers of every color, blooming with life. They were so well kept - she had never seen anything so beautiful. Vinelle approached the same great petal the General had embraced and she drew in the scent herself. She turned and looked high to the tall vines that climbed high to the magical lights that float above, supplying light to the plants eternally.

"I.. I don't know" she muttered and reached upward to a trumpet plant, she caressed the gentle flesh of its petal and peered into the depths of its core, admiring the shading of colors that crawled through the plant, until the stem. "This place is... all too beautiful, all too grand for me..." she sighed softly. "I suppose, until I am deemed fit - what is it I can do for you? I can.. shine armor, scrub the floors, tend to the barracks, I.. would like to feel at use. I have worked my hands to the bone since the day I can remember, I can't imagine not working, especially... " she hummed slightly. "I don't know" she finally laughed.

"I guess... just a few hours ago I was technically.... dead, my life ended... I still can't really grasp that. And now... I am someone I have never been before. Some kind of Mage? A Lady? Possibly the Mage of Court if the Gods fate it? These..." she shook her head and sat down on one of the decorated benches. "It is a lot" she chuckled. "And... this power" she wiggled her fingers, it tingled.

"Maybe... I should see Doctor Stone, update him on some things. I feel like... I feel like I need to use this magic pent up inside of me. It begs me nearly, like a thirst I can't quench..." she shook her head. "Then perhaps after I can tend to whatever tasks you ask, something to keep my mind busy... would be helpful for me" she nodded.

Soon enough the General lead her to Dr Stone's apothecary... "Thank you General... I will ask Dr Stone to escort me to your chambers to prepare for dinner... I very much appreciated your tour" she bowed her head and turned as Dr Stone stood in the door way.

The Doctor waved her in and shut the door behind her. "You seem to be settling in well... I am sorry about the arrangements, I know it is not what was promised" he crossed his arms and steadily made his way to his clipboard. "Now, tell me how you feel, how did it feel to use your magic in that arena?" he questioned, ready to jot down her answer. "Oh and - you look fantastic by the way, our Tailor is quite something, huh?" he smirked and nodded, feather in hand ready to write.

She smirked "It's quite alright... the people here are amazing, and the King said he would provide those arrangements once I am cleared by you... so.. perhaps we should get working?" she moved to the blue blood vials that sat, calling to her. She thumbed one of the vials and turned to him after a moment, resisting the urge.

"It was... amazing, the most.. pleasurable experience I've ever had. The magic moved through my whole body, I felt it in my finger tips... and it just happened. It felt.. natural, I didn't have to concentrate. My friends who left to become acolytes spoke how much focus it took for them to cast... but this - this is like an instinct..." she bit her lip slightly. "And it feels good... almost too good, as if I can't trust it - it is so good" she fiddled with her fingers slightly, rubbing them together briefly.

"And... I can hear everything. I can hear your heart beat, I can hear words through the walls, I can tell when people are excited, or even lying..." she spoke truthfully, though she could have kept that to herself. Used it for her advantage, but in truth - no one can really control their heart that well to mask those things... maybe a few rare few...

"Though" she pulled her gauntlet off. The tattoo on her hand was a off gray color. "I think... this is some kind of indicator of my strength... when I use my magic the color changes... and the longer I go... even without using my magic - it grows darker... and that hunger gets stronger... I think it is telling me that ... well.."

"You need blood" the Doctor sucked through his teeth and let out a sigh. "I had a feeling it might be something like this. As you said - it is your energy source, like food is to us. You deplete it - you need a refill... I can supply you with the blood, we shall call it your medication, hm? Tell not a soul that it is blood..." he was thankful it was a bright blue color, could be masked for some odd enchanted liquid... A crimson red would be a dead give away.

"I understand... it can be... taboo" she pressed her lips together. "I don't... have the urge to hurt, or do anything, but perhaps... perhaps we see what happens when I do not drink? So I know what to expect... what if I become..." she bit her lip.

The doctor raised a brow "I am impressed you even mention it. I was afraid that I would have to do that against your will, but I appreciate your scientific mind. You are right, I think we should understand what happens if you do not drink. Will you become ravenous, will you get extremely weak? We need to know ,certainly. Though, maybe not tonight. We have the dinner tonight - you should be well for that. Tomorrow we can attempt such a feat, when we are prepared properly." he hugged the clipboard to him.

"What about your hunger to use your magic, does it claw at you?" he questioned.

"I've been able to control it, its just a hunger, kind of like... If I may be crude... like a sexual drive. I can suppress it, despite every bit of my body wishing for it" she fidgeted her fingers and turned.

"Then... if we are not testing the starvation... may I?" she questioned and plucked a vial.

"Yes, of course. As needed" he nodded.

Vinelle uncorked the vial and threw it back. She let out a soft groan and shut her eyes. She felt her body surge with power, with life. In the far reaches of her mind - she heard a deep chuckling. She sucked in a breath and let it go - maybe a voice through the walls... She turned then. "Well, perhaps a bit of magic to see what else I can do, while we wait for dinner?" she questioned.

"You are beating me to the punch, Vinelle... how do you feel?" he questioned.

"Like I just woke up from the best sleep, ready to jog the streets or something" she chuckled and held her hands outward. She let out a breath and shut her eyes - her magic then became a black lightning, it jumped between her fingers like a dark spark full of energy, jumping from finger to finger. She glanced forward to a beaker full of water and the spark jolted forward and pierced the beaker, shocking it instantly and the glass shattered. "Oops!" Vinelle rushed forward, and Dr Stone chuckled.

"It's fine" Dr Stone waved a hand and the beaker was suddenly returned to its original state, a simple wave of his hand, magic of his own.

"What does it feel like for you to use your magic?" she questioned. "You do not need to whisper a spell either, that makes you... quite powerful, doesn't it?" she questioned.

Dr Stone tilted his head "Yes, I suppose I would be considered quite powerful. I can mend bone and repair flesh with my magic. I can analyze blood for its components and many other things.. no incantation either"

"No wonder you can reverse death itself" she chuckled and bit her lip slightly. "Did it just come to you?" she questioned.

"Magic is natural to me, yes, but not like you describe it. I had to know words once, runes even, but I mastered that magic to a degree that I can do all of that in my head..." he tapped his temple and chuckled. "You... you have a magic like none I've heard before. Natural, instinctual? I would wonder how Fae magic might feel, perhaps the same..." he raised a brow. "Like you were born of magic it self... humans - we can harness it, but the Fae are magic incarnation..." he pulled out a scroll.

"Your blood is not the same as anyone else's either, different. Changed... I would say... at some level you are not exactly human, not like I am, nor elf either. Something else..." he raised a brow. "I have much to find out, but there are parts of your blood which indicate possible immortality.. the way it mends it self and refuses to die... you see, blood removed from the flesh will eventually die.. swiftly too.. but yours lingers, it wont die..." he pulled his brows together. "Part of me wonders how even your blood... transmuted to another? Would it cause them to heal? Are you some... miracle cure? How... did you survive? What about you aligned with the serum that others did not? All questions I am trying to find from just your blood" he chuckled. "I have spent the greater half the evening just peering it over. The blood before your transformation, and that of now..."

"It sounds taxing..." she muttered.

"It is all apart of the work, this is the latter half. Yes, you survived - but now what. what do we do with this? What miracles rest under your skin?" he stroked his beard and smirked.

They practiced more teleportation, and more of the black lightening, doing things she could do - to get her comfortable with the way it felt. "Tomorrow we'll push the boundary, see what you can really do... but we'll have to ride out to the fields. So, be prepared to ride tomorrow... now go, you have a dinner to attend." he smirked and asked one of the guards to lead her back to the General's chambers.

Vinelle soon returned to the General's chambers, she selected a dress from the wardrobe of her side. One that was subtle, but still a statement... this was her first official appearance. She bit her lip and pulled a beautiful violet dress from the reaches of the wardrobe. Swiftly she climbed into the dress and stood before the mirror. She bit her lip - she had never worn something so beautiful, so crafted - it didn't feel like her... but yet.. she loved it.

A single tendril lifted from the floor and grasped the laces of her corset and began to pull, tying her into the dress. She sucked in and pushed what she had upward into the build in cups of the dress. She ran a finger over the glittering golden lace that traced the lines of her chest, it was perfect.... She then pulled the Shaw on which magically sat in place, as if part of the dress. It sat neatly on her upper bicep, the long Shaw was a perfect layer to the dress. Beyond the corset it was simple, but yet beautiful.

Vinelle then ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it from the thick braid that rest on her right. It fell in deep waves and curls about each side of her face, reaching the mid of her back, thick and brilliant waves of red. She peered to the mirror - her glowing eyes nearly matching the color of her dress, a perfect shimmer.

She turned as the door opened - the General. "What... do you think?" she questioned as she turned slightly, exposing her shoulder blades to her, her shoulders round and soft. She was untouched by sun - constantly covered as part of her duties as a Baker. She wore a long dress with long sleeves, and an apron - daily. So her skin was perfect, smooth and soft...

"Um... I can step outside and wait for you to dress, if you would like. I do not want to impose..." she slipped her toes into a pair of golden heels, which was a perfect touch to the dress.

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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 4, 2022 8:06:21 GMT -5

The General gave a soft smile as Vinelle spoke that she’d like to hear more of her early days within the castle. She merely nodded to her, “Perhaps when we have the time to sit down over a cup of tea.” She replied, “But no, this beauty is astonishing to me still. Perhaps the prince and princess are among the few that are used to their surroundings here in the castle – since they were born here. They knew nothing else for a long while.”

Then they were off and Vinelle was fitted. She spoke that Juliana was admirable, to which she smiled and shook her head slightly. “I am merely doing what is right. Thank you for the compliment.” She replied as she led her along.

As they stood above the princess within the library the General chuckled lightly, “Not long ago I walked into the library to find a book...I found the princess there.” She pointed to a desk that had an assortment of books upon it. “She was fast asleep, books open all around her. Stacked up on the floor even…” Juliana paused a long moment. “She is quite bright, a lot like her mother I am told. I unfortunately never met the late Queen I’m afraid.” She cleared her throat slightly as she stepped from the library.

General Baylar glanced to Vinelle after she’d blushed – she saw the cheeky grin upon the woman’s lips. Perhaps she’d never received quite the attention before. She imagined not. But with the way she was dressed – she was sure to get attention now. She leaned against a pillar that was decorated in many different creatures from snakes, to lions, to dragons, and noble steeds. The General merely shook her head, “You do not need to do anything for me, Lady Vinelle. I have been assigned to you by the King. It is I whom serves you.” She corrected the woman. “You will not be scrubbing floors here. You are a mage now.” She nodded slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Juliana gave a light chuckle as the woman spoke she’d like to feel of use. “Perhaps once you’ve spent time with Dr. Stone you shall feel more of use. Your gifts will be what guides your path now...death or not.” She searched the woman’s violet hues.

The General followed the woman as she rambled slightly. “I’m certain it is quite a lot to take in.” She spoke softly. When the woman spoke that her magic was like a thirst, the General’s lips pressed together, her muscles stiffened slightly. She drew in a breath. “I do believe you are right. Perhaps time spent with the good doctor will be of aid.” She replied as she bit on the inside of her cheek slightly. Nerves. The General was nervous about the magic that Vinelle held, that was evident.

“Magic can be quite dangerous.” She spoke as they walked along. “I’m certain you’ve read of the Fae that destroyed a city – merely from giving into the fold between our reality and that of magic.” She spoke in a calm manner. “You will learn, as you progress through this journey. That having care over your magic...is by far the most powerful skill you can command.” She paused before the door to the apothecary. Her ocean hues had a sparkle to them as she stood within the flickering flames of the hall torches. “Do be careful. Your magic is already dark, Vinelle.” She warned before she bowed her head slightly. With that the General left Vinelle to her time with the apothecary.

She walked down the hallways swiftly, the clank of her armor echoed off of the glistening marble flooring. The General rounded a corner and slammed into the chest of someone. The two toppled to the ground and she ended up on top of the chest of the prince. Her face immediately flushed bright pink. “Y-your grace!” She exclaimed as she scrambled to get to her feet. Valon was already laughing. General Baylar stood swiftly, “Apologies, your grace, I was lost in thought.” She spoke as she gazed up to him.

“I imagine you were.” Valon replied with a chuckle. “How is she fairing?” He questioned, clearly asking about Vinelle.

“Settling in the best she can I believe.” Juliana replied as she adjusted her sword about her hip. “Her magic is of the shadows...” She spoke in a soft tone.

“It is quite intriguing if you ask me.” The prince spoke with a raised brow. “It will be interesting to see if she has skill that can aid us in battle. The word from the front is not looking good. So we can rest our hope that this woman will be skilled enough to come to our aid.” He spoke like a true future king.

“Of course, your grace. I do believe she has the head for it.” Juliana replied as she bowed her head once again.

“Let us hope, General.” He spoke as he started to walk off once again.

General Baylar found her way to the library where she watched over the princess for quite sometime. She watched as the princess perfected a spell that cast a blinding light in a direction of her choosing. It was something she loved to watch truthfully. The princess made large strides in her magic, unlike any other pupils that the Magister taught...the princess excelled with ease. Eventually she heard the clicks of the heels of the princess next to her on the balcony.

“It isn’t fair, Juliana.” Jaenyra spoke as she came to the woman’s side. “You get to follow around that powerful mage. All while I am stuck here listening to that old Magister talk about when he was once a youth.” She rolled her eyes and leaned against the railing. “He won’t let me cast without runes.” She groaned.

Juliana chuckled lightly, “You will learn one day that the steps that he is making you work on will only make you into a stronger mage. Even your mother studied beneath this Magister I am told. He is bright. You should accept his wisdom.” She offered her wise words and then glanced to the princess whom stood taller than her. Most were taller than Juliana.

“Really?” She questioned softly. “I don’t remember mother using runes...” There was a sigh. “I do suppose you are right, aren’t you General?” She laughed and then shook her head once again.

General Baylar gazed to the princess, “Hm, I aim to be. You should get ready for the dinner, Princess.” She spoke as she stepped away. Juliana walked through the halls of the castle and eventually came to her doorway. She pushed the door open to see Vinelle dressed in a gorgeous gown that the dwarf had given her. The violet colors of the dress drew out the color of the woman’s eyes. She blinked a few times as she gazed over her. “You are...quite beautiful...” Juliana spoke after a long moment. “The dress suites you well.” She complimented.

It wasn’t until Vinelle offered to leave the room that the General began to chuckle. She shook her head. “Oh no….no need to leave the room.” She smirked slightly. “I’m the General of the King’s Guard, Lady Vinelle. I am merely there as the King’s Guard. There is no reason for me to dress in fine clothing such as yourself. But you should enjoy it.” She smiled. “Come, I’ll take you there.” She walked the woman into the hallway. “Our tailor has an eye. She did very well with you.” She complimented as they moved along the halls of the castle and down the stairs.

General Baylar led the woman outside and into the gardens of the castle where they came to another building. A large one at that. It had open windows to the gardens outside, a thick stone construction much like that of the castle. Within the building tables were set with gorgeous arrangements within the center of the tables. Candles flickered about. Many nobles moved about – chatting among one another. A small band even played soft music in the background.

“Lady Vinelle.” The King’s voice broke over the crowd. He walked up to the two. “General.” He smiled to the woman whom bowed to him deeply. “I’ve heard from Dr. Stone that you are coming along with his research.” He spoke with a smile. “You look exquisite.” He remarked. “I do hope you enjoy the evening, the meal, the conversations.” He was called then by someone. The King smiled to her. “Enjoy the evening.” He turned and walked away then.

The General watched as the king walked away – it meant a lot for him to purposely seek someone out in a crowd. But Vinelle was indeed quite important in this moment. She could be the answer that the king had been searching for over the long years of this war. A means to surprise the enemy. “This table looks open over here.” She spoke as she led the woman through the crowd. She pulled out a chair for Vinelle. “Here you are.” She spoke with a smile.

The General sat down at the table as drinks were brought forward. She covered her glass as the servant went to pour her wine. “Thank you very much, just water please.” She spoke and watched the crystal liquid poured into her wine glass. “Feel free to have wine, Lady Vinelle.” She spoke as she looked about the crowd. The princess sat at a table with the king and the prince. The trio seemed to be happily chatting. Of what she was unsure, but the smiles told her it was not something that was troubling. She tapped her fingers on the table slightly. “How did your training go?” She asked to break the silence, her ocean hues settled in on Vinelle once more.

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Vinelle smiled softly to the General, offering a slightly bashful glance and her words nearly whispered "Tea would be nice" she spoke just before they ushered away. The idea stuck with her some time, it had been a while since she really just sat… and got to know someone. Part of her wanted to know the General more, she seemed to have much to say, much pride even. She was curious of her, for certain, or perhaps curious of… everything.

As they stood in the library - she listened to the words of the woman and chuckled slightly. "I could see it" she tilted her head and their conversation moved forward. She spoke of how Vinelle would not be scrubbing floors, or anything like that. Vinelle offered a rebellious scoff "Alright, fine" she smirked once more. She would have to get used to that - she was a Lady now, apparently. Ladies didn't scrub floors, or shine armor… A mage…

As they walked onwards toward Dr Stone's estate - she felt the discomfort in the General. Her stride changed, the pressure in the click of her boots was off slightly, that rhythm she was getting familiar with was changed. That discomfort was evident, but Vinelle knew she would not address it. Any time she spoke of her magic - the General would get uneasy… but at the end of the day she was posed with the General because of the reality that she was a bomb waiting to explode. She knew this… she could feel it even. That tingling in her fingers from her power never actually went away, she would just tune it out like the hum of an oven.

Fae that destroyed a city? She had never read of such a thing… she read often but perhaps not the same literatures that the educated might. She knew it was important for people of War to learn the histories, to predict the future, as history often repeated itself, but she had no need to read such things. She didn't say a word to the General, she listened to her words of wisdom, warning her of… herself, really… which she already knew. "Thank you, General." she bowed her head and watched her leave…

In the midst of their magic practice - Vinelle paused as Dr Stone etched words into his scroll. She heard a muttering In the shadows, reverberating through the stone walls of the castle.

How is she fairing?
Settling in the best she can I believe.

It was two familiar voices. She shut her eyes and honed in on the words within the shadows of the castle corridors. She could almost see them then - like gray shadows behind her eyes.

Her magic is of the shadows
It is quite intriguing if you ask me. Vinelle could feel the rise of his pitch, but yet a depth to his voice as he spoked in a hushed tone, the tones of his voice was a vibration that she could nearly touch.
It will be interesting to see if she has the skill that can aid us in battle. The word from the front is not looking good…

"Vinelle" Dr Stone placed a hand on her shoulder. Vinelle shook slightly and peered to him with wide eyes. "I have called to you a few times, are you okay?" The Doctor questioned, his thick wizardly brows pulled together.

"Yes, Sorry… I was stuck in my head for a second…" she smiled weakly and turned about. "Let us continue" she held her hands up - lightening flickering from finger to finger once more…

Their training came to their end and Dr Stone handed a vial to her, for later. He mentioned to her for her to keep track of the frequency of her hunger, so that he could prepare her 'medicine'. Vinelle nodded and tucked the vial away, tough she seem to often check on the vial - in some odd case that it would simply disappear from her pocket…

Soon she stood in the General's room, dress fitted upon her. When the General spoke that she was beautiful - a flush crept over her cheeks and she turned back towards the mirror. She grasped two bits of her dress and swung it slightly, like a young girl might in her first gown. "I haven't worn anything like this before" she whispered and then turned about. Though she bit her lip slightly as the General spoke of her own attire. "Oh, I suppose you are right… that is your uniform…" she hid her embarrassment, as best as she could - at least. "Right.. Okay, well we should go then" she quickly changed the subject.

She ushered to her bed and pulled the vial out of the pocket of her folded uniform, her fingers brushing over the blue Dwarven chain mail, which clinked slightly as she moved it. She tucked the blue vial away in a convenient pocket on the right side of her dress. She placed a hand over the pocket and then turned "I am ready" she nodded and followed the General down the stairs.

As they stepped outside she was welcomed by a fresh breeze, carrying the sweet scent of the night through the air. The sky was a dark blue with purple hues in the depth of it. Over the mountainside crept the thick rays of the sunset, which soon succumbed to the height of the mountainside. She did not say a word as they walked, she simply observed the castle, and appreciated the beauty of the night.

As they walked into the dining hall - she glanced about. She had no idea what to expect, truthfully. Many nobles stood in small groups. The men with their chalice in hand, a single hand in the pocket of their suits, groomed beards and shined boots - handsome as ever. The women wore beautiful dresses, all very much alike in truth, a fashion trend of tight corsets and wide bell like skirts. Meanwhile she stood in a slender dress that hugged her curves just slightly, her shoulders exposed and majority of her back as well…

As the King stood - many faces turned their way and whispers escaped their lips.. Yet she heard every word.

Who is that woman? She is with the general…
Vinelle? Of what house? Do you know of her?
I saw her walking from the Arena with that Doctor earlier today… interesting…

Vinelle squeezed her eyes slightly and redirected her attention to the King. She curtseyed before him and nodded her head. "Your Grace" she smiled. "Thank you, very much…" her fingers gripped the skirt of her dress, as if to say thank you for the dress, and compliment. "Yes, I believe we have made strides, and even more to come, my lord" she bowed her head as he wished her a fare welcome and left them to be. She felt the gaze of nobles upon her, until they finally faded back to their conversation. Her hues fell forward to the central table - the royal table. Her violet glowing eyes played upon the Prince and Princess, taking them in for a moment just before she was ushered away by the General.

"Thank you, General" she approached the seat that she offered, she lifted her skirt with two dainty fingers and situated herself on the chair. Vinelle turned her gaze over her shoulder to the General, nodding in thanks before watching her take her own place. The hand upon the chalice - she supposed the General was always on guard, even now…especially now.

"Of course" Vinelle smiled weakly, nodding to the servant to pour her wine in the golden chalice before her. It had beautiful hand carvings in the side, one that told a tale of dragon and knights. It appeared each chalice was different, and yet each beautiful as ever. She lifted the thick golden cup and took a sip. Vinelle leaned back slightly, the red liquid falling over her tongue… her brows pulled together and she gently placed the mug down. It tasted of metallic water.. Not of wine at all. She felt a sink in her stomach, of a kind of fear almost. Vinelle bit her lip slightly and cleared her throat as the General asked her a question.

"Um" she was still flustered by the sip of wine she experienced. A complete lack of taste. She knew it certainly was the wine itself, too many royal sipped joyously, even mutterings of how good the wine was came and went from many voices. It was… quite loud for her, in truth. She turned her jaw slightly, as if sifting through all the sounds overwhelming her ear. "It was good" she was short. She would take a sip to ease the moment, but she couldn't. She smiled weakly as she forced herself through it.

"Tomorrow we ride to the plains, Dr Stone believes… that um" the crowd grew slightly louder with chatter. She swallowed a bit of her own spit and continued. "the space may be a better place to practice, and expand my horizons of capability. We… have already discovered more things, a kind of.. Lightning touch… I am intrigued on what tomorrow will bring. He did not mention if he would need help, but part of me wonders if you should be there. For his safety?" her voice quivered slightly.

Vinelle shut her eyes briefly and focused, drowning out the muttering of the room as best as she could. "I'm fine" she assured before the General could ask. She lifted her gaze briefly as a series of words caught her ear.

Are they in place?
Yes the guards start their rounds now and return in 10 minutes… Vinelle heard the ticking sound of a pocket watch.
They should be nearly to the council room now…
Perfect…

"General.… " she leaned towards her and her violet eyes honed in on a the two man that spoke. Two nobles of a distant house, of which she didn't know. They sat roughly 6 tables away on the other side of the entire dining hall. "The man… with the Raven crest on his cloak, and gray beard… speaks of the guards beginning their rounds now, and returning in 10 minutes to the council room…" she spoke in a hushed tone. "Part of… my affliction is… incredible hearing" she whispered, as if they might hear her like she could hear.

"Their hearts are… beating so fast, he keeps checking his watch… counting the seconds…" she spoke softly and leaned back, eyes watching him, though she quickly glanced away, listening in. "Three men approach the council doors… the guards are…" she listened for the clicking of boots. "They just left the hall, they are headed down a southern corridor, near… the kitchen" it was almost like she could trace the entire castle with her hearing. The clanking of metal boots - the same pitch as the rest of the guards and their uniform boots. Two men walking towards the clattering of pans and shouting of busy chefs…

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The bright pink the flushed over Vinelle’s cheeks, and the way the woman looked away to hide it, this caused the General to smirk slightly. If only for a second. She knew that this woman had grown up in the city, a mere commoner. So when she spoke that she’d never worn anything of that caliber before Juliana merely nodded. “This is going to be your new life.” She spoke to the whisper. Then as she saw the embarassment flood Vinelle’s expression the General chuckled lightly. “No need to be embarrassed, Lady Vinelle. This world is much different than the city streets.” She nodded to her. She watched as the woman quickly rushed to her clothing and grabbed something from the pockets. The clink reverberated through the room, the General’s brows tugged together slightly. But only for a moment. She smiled as the woman announced that she was ready. “Of course.” She replied, though her heart leaped about for a moment. Nerves again.

As the King spoke to Vinelle the General stood back, her eyes scanned the room. Looking to the houses that had shown for the event this evening. She drew in a breath as she watched the eyes of the nobles upon Vinelle and the King. She sat at the table with Vinelle and sucked in a breath, “The Nobles will be quite jealous that the King sought you out among the crowd to speak to you.” She glanced to her as she lifted her chalice of water. “Being among royalty is like playing a game of chess.” She sipped her water and set it back down.

Juliana saw the troubled look that came over Vinelle as she sipped from the wine. The finest wine in the kingdom. She did not compliment it. The General’s lips parted to speak as she saw the woman bite at her lip. The question still hung in the air. The short nature of the woman’s response had General Baylar tensed once again. The way that Vinelle smiled, it was unlike the smiles before that she’d shared in the little time that the General had known her.

The clink of glasses filled the air as many of the nobles laughed and carried on. The General watched Vinelle, her ocean hues studied her deeply. Her brows tugged together slightly. The uncomfortable nature of Vinelle...made Juliana’s heart beat that much faster. “I will be there.” She assured her quickly as she heard the quiver in the woman’s voice. “Lady Vinelle are you--….” She was in the middle of her question when Vinelle spoke that she was fine. The General had a crease in her brow as she watched the woman gaze across the room as if looking to a distance space. She followed her gaze and her lips pressed together slightly a sigh came over her lips.

**

“The Magister demands that I use the runes.” The Princess spoke before she took a sip of her wine, a giggle came over her lips. “Can you believe it? He is stifling everything that I have studied. Slowing me down, really.” She grinned to her brother.

Valon rolled his eyes slightly, “Do you really think that anyone could keep up with your talents, Jae?” He questioned with a raised brow. “Perhaps our new mage.” He glanced across the room to Vinelle. “Baylar seems to think that she has a good head about her. I trust Baylar’s judgement.”

“Juliana is one of our best.” Jaenyra spoke with a smile as she took another drink. “If she trusts Lady Vinelle, then so shall we.”

The King came to sit at the table then and the two turned to their father. He smiled to them before he took a long drink from his chalice. “The plans are drafted up. A new ship.” He spoke as his eyes looked to Valon.

Valon grinned slightly, “Ah a new ship? Is it the one with magic in its sails?” He searched his father’s eyes.

“Yes it is. I’ll show you tomorrow morning. The draft is in the council room.” The King spoke before he leaned back in his chair slightly. There was plenty kept in the council room. Information on most of the kingdom to be honest.

**

The General’s gaze had been upon the royal table until Vinelle spoke. Her eyes moved back to the woman and she followed her gaze once again. Raven crest. General Baylar’s jaw tightened when she saw them. Her lips parted as she gazed back to Vinelle. This woman could hear? Her brows raised slightly as Vinelle detailed everything that she could hear. “They will not make it to the Council room in time.” She pressed her lips together. Her eyes gazed to the King as she stood. The Jaelyx lifted his gaze to his General. The two met eyes General Baylar had her jaw clenched tightly. She drew in a breath and nodded to the King, whom nodded back to her in return. “Come with me.” She spoke to Vinelle as she gently grasped her arm, as if helping her from her seat. She made it look as though she was assisting Vinelle from the room. Her arm wrapped around the woman’s waist. Even Juliana could hear the whispers of the nobles – but it had to be done.

Once they were in the hall Juliana released Vinelle, “We do not have much time.” She spoke as she turned and took off in a sprint. For a petite size – the General moved swiftly. Her armor clanked along the marble floors and echoed off of the stone walls. She drew in quick breaths as she ascended the slender spiral staircase. She skidded to a stop as she rounded a corner. There were three men dressed in dark leathers, their faces obscured by shadows. “Halt! In the name of King Jaelyx.” Her sword slipped from it’s sheath. All along the sword were glowing bright blue runes. The General’s hues seemed to take on a slight blue glow as she drew in a breath.

The three looked to the General and then to Vinelle. “You aim to stop all three of us?” One dared to question.

“If you do not surrender. The blood on my hands will not be my own.” General Baylar warned.

One of the men chuckled then, “We already have what we need. You’re not going to stop us from leaving. You are one person...and a noble.” He laughed as he looked to Vinelle. “What is she going to do to help you? Hm?” He mocked.

Juliana drew in a steady breath. Her eyes glanced to the door to the council room – it was wide open. She could see the destruction inside – papers thrown every which way, the desk overturned. Chairs knocked over. “I’m not going to ask again.” She spoke as she brought her hues back to the men.

That called for the three to draw swords of their own. Juliana didn’t hesitate. She rushed forward smoothly. The way that her sword cut through the air was like a knife through hot butter. Her sword clashed with that of one of the bandits – a wave of power came from the blade, this knocked the man back several feet. She spun and deflected another attack. Watching her fight would be like watching that of an intricate dance. She spun about, her sword deflected all of the incoming attacks. Her foot kicked forward into the chest of one of the men which sent him against the wall.

Juliana grit her teeth. “Use your gift.” She called to Vinelle, her ocean hues still held the glimmer of a glow. She was knocked back then from the distraction. The General stumbled back and found herself pinned against the chest of one of the attackers. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.

A snicker came from him, “You really thought you could stop us?” He questioned.

Juliana slammed her elbow against his rib cage and she spun. Her other elbow collided with the side of his head. This caused the brute to stumble back as he held his jaw. Though the General winced as she felt the heat of steel slice through her then. Her shoulder. A dagger was thrown from one of the assailants. Her sword clattered to the floor. She was not used to distractions while she fought. The General’s arm hung limply from the wound. “Shit...” She grasped a dagger from her own hip and threw it. The dagger tumbled end over end and found its home in the center of the chest of one of the men. Only two left. Juliana grasped her sword with her left hand from the floor and she blocked the incoming attacks – though not as gracefully. Her arm dangled about – it stung. She sliced forward as she let out a yell – another wave of power came from the sword which knocked the two back from her a good 10 feet. “Vinelle, now!” She called, pain filtered through her voice.

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Post by Raven on Oct 4, 2022 18:15:58 GMT -5

As Valon spoke of Vinelle, his gaze turning to her - she turned her own head. Catching his eyes directly with her glittering violet hues, but it was seconds later that the General stood. As she called to her - Vinelle stood, she turned and followed the General. Though she was surprised when she felt her arm snake about her waist, almost as if she was wounded. She played her part and lowered her gaze and they walked out of the room.

Where is she going? Did she not just arrive?
The sound of thrashing paper filled her ears, it was high pitched and the men were scrambling. Found it!

"The King mentioned some plans for an advanced ship, magic in its sails..." she glanced up and Juliana peeled away from her as the door closed behind her. She was already off - the pounding of her boots covered all of the whisperings and sounds. "General - " Vinelle started to run forward. Her heels clacked and she stumbled slightly, the heel giving. She quickly stood back up and groaned - she grasped her heels and peeled them off and chucked them to the side. The glittering golden heel hit the wall and fell to the ground.

Instantly the pads of her feet pattered against the tiled ground as she rushed to catch up. Her fingers gripped the skirt of her dress and she hiked it high, her shins exposed as she dashed. Though she was filled with strength and speed - she was quite fast and caught up with little effort. They climbed the stairs in a hurry and they rushed. "They are trying to escape..two.. no three men" she spoke, she heard the doors of the council room open once more, and the series of hurried steps from the men...

When they arrived - Vinelle dropped her skirt and peered to the three men. One had a large piece of scroll paper rolled up under his arm, and a bag stuffed with other papers and a book. The fight between the men and Juliana happened fast - but she gasped as she felt the magic of Juliana explode from her blade, she did not expect it at all. The glowing runes - it was impressive.

Seconds passed and Juliana called for her to fight. She grit her teeth and what came next was as natural as breathing. A tendril appeared from the tiled ground - Vinelle thrust her arm forward and with insane speed the tendril of darkness pierced the chest of one man. It shot through him and out his back, his heart instantly crushed in the action. A splattering of blood shot across the wall as he was pushed against the wall, pinned down like a huge spear thrust through him.

The remaining man looked to the action with true fear in his eyes. Vinelle held her other hand up and he instantly screamed. Another tendril appeared - but this one did not kill him. Instead it grasped his throat and pinned him against the wall. Slender tendrils peeled from the main dark mass and began to circle about his body, pinning his arms to his side, until he was completely bound. "This one lives" Vinelle spoke and stepped forward. He was slowly lowered, it no longer choked him - but held him still, his strength could not fight against her own.

"The King will surely question this traitor" she spoke through her teeth. Her violet eyes were no longer - rather they were pitch black. A smoke emit from her eyes and shifted upwards, she embodied that darkness within. On the ground was the satchel of stolen paper work, and the scroll of the ship plans unraveled...

"You'll tell us... everything" she spoke and stepped forward. She approached him - her dark eyes stared into his soul and in an instant his own eyes grew pitch black. His jaw suddenly grew stiff - tight - muffling his now internal screams to just low chest grunting. Within his mind his worst fears played over and over. For this man it was being held under water - his father the one holding him down. He fought over and over, his father let him have a single breath before pushing him back under. His lungs would crack in his vision - he would feel the pain - but his body in real life would be fine. Internal torture - when he could come to - surely he would beg for relief... anything the King needed to know...

Vinelle's eyes shifted from their darkness, but the tendril did not let go until the guards rushed forward. "This man must be apprehended" she spoke. One guard stared to the other man who was still pinned to the wall, blood trailing down the wall until it pooled on the perfectly waxed floor. The blood crept its way forward and touched the bare toes of Vinelle, seeping around her feet.

Vinelle lowered both hands, the dead body slumped to the ground, a splattering of blood with his thump. The tendril around the tortured one slipped away and the guard slowly approached and tied his hands behind his back. Vinelle let out a deep breath - her body shook with power. It felt... amazing to use it, everything about it - as dark and morbid it was - it felt amazing. She stepped back - not bothered by a thing she did, she accepted it, it was her creation. She peered to the General "You're hurt" she stepped forward to her. Her serious expression before had faded, she expressed care and she steadily approached her with a hand. "I wont.. hurt you" she whispered. "Promise"

She stepped forward, a print of her toes left in her wake, blood outlining her petite foot. She pressed a hand upon the shoulder of the woman, in an instant the pain the General would feel would dissipate. The wound - not healing, still actively bleeding - but the pain would transfer to Vinelle... but something happened. That pain... it did not hurt to her... it felt... good. Almost like a massage upon her arm. Vinelle leaned her head back and kept her hand upon the woman, she willed the pain away, and surprisingly pain meant little to her... "We should get you help" she muttered and peered to her, her velvet eyes looking into the deep blue oceanic crystals of the General. "I hope.. that was okay" she smiled weakly.

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The princess’ crystal hues lifted and she gazed to Vinelle as she was led away from the dining hall. “What’s wrong with her? Is she alright?” Her voice was full of concern. “Father?” She asked and looked to the king.

Jaelyx had his eyes on the two as well. “General Baylar will take care of her. She will be just fine.” He gave a gentle smile to his daughter. “Just enjoy the evening, Jae.” He lifted his glass and drank from it.

Jaenyra drew in a breath and nodded to her father. She stood from the table and moved about the crowd. A man approached her, a smile upon his lips. “Princess, you look ravishing as always.” He bowed and offered her a flower.

The princess smiled as she took the red pedaled rose into her fingertips. “Thank you, Lord Alister. How are you this evening?” She questioned.

The man straightened and gazed about, “doing well. Watching the political show, of course. Do tell me. Do you know who that woman was? The one in the slender dress that the General escorted out? Many are curious, princess.”

Jaenyra gazed to him a long moment. She sipped from her wine, “She is a Lady.” She smirked to him then. “I’m certain our king will announce who she is, when he is ready for it.” She then stepped away from the man as another called to her attention. She would spend the evening entertaining guests. It was exhausting.

**

The general glanced over her shoulder, “then we must stop them!” She called as she rushed along. If the thieves aimed to steal the plans - she would ensure that they failed.

The entire scene of the fight became a blur to Juliana. She watched as the shadowy tendrils charged into one of the men just as he was about to slice into her with his blade. A close call. But she was thankful to have Vinelle there. Her ocean eyes stared to the woman as her lips parted. That darkness. Her heart drummed within her chest. Was it the pain? Was it fear? General Baylar couldn’t tell what it was. A mix of both perhaps.

It all happened so quickly and in the end the drops of blood as they came from the impaled body filled her ears. Drip. Drip. Drip. She watched with raised brows as Vinelle contorted the man’s mind. The fear that rose upon his face. She bit her lip slightly. This woman had full control over the darkness that rest within her and Juliana didn’t know if that should frighten her or make her feel relieved. To imagine if Vinelle lost control. She didn’t want to imagine it.

Her eyes had found the impaled body once again as the sounds of the blood as it collided with the floor stole her attention once again. Her breath shuddered, her hand had risen to her shoulder, the front of the dagger pierced through and poked out slightly. She couldn’t move her arm. Her sword was clicked away easily into its sheath. She stared. Her mind racing and blank all the same. You’re hurt.

The words snapped her attention to the sound. She stared into the violet hues of Vinelle. “I’m…” she looked to the tip of the dagger, her thick blood upon it. Her blood held a darker color. In the light it almost appeared to be black. “I’m…okay…” her words were broken. She flinched slightly as Vinelle’s hand rest upon her shoulder. General Baylar closed her eyes as her breaths quivered. But the pain melted away. It numbed.

“General…” The guard held onto the man. “Do you have orders?” He asked.

Juliana gazed to him, she felt strange, she blinked a few times. “Yes…” she confirmed after a few long moments of her staring to him and to the man that he held.

“Please. Please I’ll tell you anything. Just. Just keep her away from me!” The man pleaded. True fear in his tone. “It was the Ravenclaw! They asked us! Please. They paid us!” He cried.

General Baylar gazed to him a moment. “Place him in the dungeons. Inform the King of what has happened. Be discreet. Do you understand?” She questioned and watched the man nod. “Get this cleaned up. You will speak to no one. Understood? No one knows about this.”

“Yes, General. Of course.” The recruit spoke back, his own voice had a bit of a tremble to it.

Juliana was silent for a long moment. She closed her eyes. “You did very well.” She spoke as the footsteps retreated away. “Everything that you did. You had full control over.” She opened her ocean eyes and gazed to the woman, the twinkle of light had faded from her hues. “Thank you.” She spoke after another long moment. The thing that Vinelle would become quite aware of, the General’s blood. It had a scent to it. Much like the fae blood that Dr Stone was giving her. Though it was that and something more. Something else mixed in. Juliana drew in a slow shaken breath. “Dr. Stone will be in his office. We need to go this way.”

The General began to walk. Blood trailed down her arm beneath her armor and leaked from her limp fingertips. “Are you….okay….Lady Vinelle?” She asked in a soft tone. “Killing. It isn’t easy. But you must…” Juliana blinked a few times. “You….you must remember that you a doing so for the greater good of our Kingdom. For the king….the prince and princess…” She stumbled slightly then and pressed her hand against the wall.

“I’m alright.” She spoke quickly and gave a weak smile. “See? I’m alright.” She reassured Vinelle. Her breaths shuddered as she walked forward, her feet were growing heavy in her steps. Her heart was racing. She rounded another corner and soon enough they came to the apothecary’s door. Juliana pushed it open, a bloody print on the wood from her uninjured hand. “Dr. Stone are you here?” She questioned as she walked in and sat heavily upon the cot. “I think…I…need a little…” Her eyes fluttered. She was bleeding quite a lot. The blade must have shifted from the movement of her walking. Or perhaps the stumble into the wall. Juliana shut her eyes as she fought against the tunnel that filled her vision. She was incredibly strong willed. To even be standing after this injury was remarkable.

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Vinelle turned to the General, her violet hues honing in on the dagger which stabbed the General. There was a thick scent that lingered from her. It was sweet... like a toasted bread with the sweetest of honeys drizzled over it. She recalled then the lack of taste of the wine, and the flavor that lingered called to her. It pulled at her chest, wrenching into her core. Her fingers curled into the fuzzy cloak of the General, as she fought this desire.

She could see her self, like a vision that she wanted. A day dream in the moment. She could see herself pull the dagger from her flesh and holding the General close. As if standing over her own shoulder - a vision where she drew upon the wound of the woman. The flavor. She rolled her head back in protest, her jaw clamping shut as the desire called to her.

They had made it down the hallway by this time, her bare feet padding on the ground in protest. Now her own muscles fought her - she groaned in agony now. She had to have it. Her eyes were glowing a bright purple, and he turned. That heart beat, once slow and steady - now speeding along, she succumbed to her fear. They burst into the apothecary and finally the general collapsed to the cot.

Vinelle stared to the woman - her brows pulled tightly together. She sucked in a breath - Dr Stone was not around. She pat her dress - the vial. It was gone. She snapped her head towards the vial stand - it was empty too. "No" she finally couldn't any longer.

She reached forward and gripped the knife wedged in the flesh of Juliana. She pulled it from her chest and she pressed the blade against her lip. She sucked in the scent through her nose and then she disappeared in ash. She appeared in the gardens, the dagger was completely clean. She shook with the power that swelled within her, and she cried out. Her tears were that of black droplets that trailed down her cheeks - as if she wore thick mascara. She disappeared once again, the dagger clattering behind her in the gardens, only ash in her wake.

She teleported several more times until she found Dr Stone. He was walking in a corridor in the dungeons. She paused and glanced to the bars of the door he left. A small woman was laying upon a table, she had brightly colored wings that flickered with a dull life. Though her crazed state - she couldn't think of much. She simply teleported forward and gripped the Doctor, who gasped loudly in the moment.

Suddenly the Doctor was thrown into the apothecary, he stumbled forward and gathered himself. Though he gasped and fell to the General. "By the Gods" he spared not a second. He held his hand over her wound and immediately began to heal her with all of his might. "Any second longer… and you'd be dead, my sweet Juliana" he whispered and his brows pulled together. It would take much of his magic to keep her from teetering over the edge of life.

Meanwhile - clouds covered the skies and blue lightning shocked in every direction, constantly. Vinelle did all that she could to get away from the castle, to get away from the General. She could hardly control herself, and with each passing second she felt herself losing to the darkness within. Her eyes glowed a brilliant darkness, that crackled with its own blue electricity too. From within her darkness surrounded her and her magic began to pulse wildly, those with magic would be able to feel this power from within the castle.

Then Vinelle began to morph, the shadow taking her whole. She turned into a giant dragon made of smoke and ash, lightning crackled from her eyes, and as she shot into the sky - the lightning in the sky began to bolt into her. With each bolt she grew bigger and bigger - the magic was flowing like none other. She flew through the sky with insane speeds, passing the clouds below, and higher and higher, until she went so swiftly that there was an explosion - high in the sky. A burst of color - blue sparks shot outward and fell downward.

What Vinelle did not realize was that she broke into a completely different Realm - the realm in between. The Realm of the dead. Her being moved against her will, as if taking her some where. They flew through the skies - where she passed floating rock in the air, a few bones shifted by, and droplets of water suspended in the air. A mixture of all things that held no grounds in this realm, floating about with no purpose... it was eerie, dark and dreadful. The dragon continued onward - towards a large floating castle, amidst smoke and fog, over thick volcanic mountains.

The dragon shot forward - she could not control it at all, it took her some where, on a mission. Though the rage of the dragon did not slow down - she shot forward and toppled into the highest peak of the castle, knocking it completely off the rock. The huge floating rock shook, as stone crumbled downward, dust and stone settling in the distance. The top of the tower was hit so powerfully that it fell downward to the smoking volcanos below She landed on the ground of the castle, in the now open throne room, the tall peak removed. The dragon's form faded the smoke swirling about her with speed, her hair whipped about as she remained, still in her dress from the night. Though her eyes remained the thick black, her body trembling with power - her chest heaving.

"My child" A thick and deep voice spoke.

Sitting atop a throne of entirely bone and skulls was a dark being. He wore an all black cloak, which disguised his face in shadow. He wore a kind of black bone armor that protected his chest, and in each hand a single handed sickle. He stood from the throne - his armor rattling like dry bones as he did. As he stood - a gray smoke emit from his back - emulating what would wings behind him, in a wispy hardly visible fashion. From below his long cloak came a dark and cold mist, which began to spread around him. In the mist itself were the faces of skeletons, melting away as it rose upward, the faces of the damned.

Vinelle shot forward and reached for his throat, or what would be of it. He shifted to the side and stabbed her with his sickle, he shoved it forward and she slammed against the throne. He placed a boot against her back and pulled it from her spine. Though - she felt no pain, she didn't bleed either. He had a deep chuckle and he stepped back.

Vinelle slowly rose - as if nothing happened - and she turned to him. Her power surged within and all she heard was his deep voice "Yes"

She turned to him - her body became covered in her own thick smoke once more. Tendrils of darkness emerged from her back - like a hundred arms that reached forward, they held her upward - as if to float. The tendrils snapped forward and attacked him, but he simply cut away at them with his sickles. They broke to his slice and the next would attack forward. She screamed - a banshee's cry. It shook the castle and the dark being laughed even more.

"You are not strong enough to kill me, child"

He reached for her and grasped her by her throat. With a hand he held his armored fingers over her head and the darkness that surrounded her body began to suck away, he consumed it. The dark tendrils lashed at him but did not a thing. "You'll be back.. when you are stronger, you can challenge me again, my child of darkness…" he chuckled and gripped her throat.

Vinelle grasped his arm as he held her high - and then he thrashed her downward. Her body sifted through the castle like it was a ghost, shooting downward with speed. Head first she shot through the clouds - another explosion and she returned to her realm.

The skies were bright - the sun was rising. An entire night had passed while she was away. Birds tweet in the distance, the smell of fresh baked bread wafted through the City's core. She shot downward head first - headed directly for the castle.

Right before she hit the ground - suddenly ghostly wings, like the man before - spread from her back, breaking her fall. She slowed just feet from the ground, her back parallel with the cobbled ground. She landed upon the courtyard of the castle, gently, upon her back. She opened her eyes slowly. The fluffy white clouds above float by, and a breeze shifted over her. From above a single orange leaf fluttered down and landed upon her chest…

She still wore her beautiful violet dress, which was in perfect condition. She was clutching something in her hand. She brought her hand up to her eyes - opening her palm… the Vial of blue resting in her grasp…

"It's that woman - " A guard rushed over. "Are you okay?" the man knelt down. "You… fell from the sky" he looked upward to the slight trail of black dust that was beginning to fade.

"The General…" Vinelle stood - she felt no pain, she wasn't even tired… she looked to the vial in her hand and she uncorked it, not caring a bit that the guards saw her - she downed the vial and slipped the vial away. "Take me to Dr Stone, please" she spoke clearly, her violet eyes peering to them.

"Right- right away"

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Incarnation of Shadows Oct 5, 2022 8:51:58 GMT -5

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Post by Blindside Tex on Oct 5, 2022 8:51:58 GMT -5

The General drew in shaken breaths as her ocean hues fluttered open when she heard the voice of Vinelle. “F-Fine Stone...please...” Her voice quivered. She could barely see the woman. “Just...find him...okay?” She forced a weak smile. That was when through her fading vision Juliana saw Vinelle reach forward, “Don’t take it out. Vinelle st---.” Her voice caught in her chest as the pain of her shoulder came back like a freight train. A whimper came over her lips as she grasped at the wound. The blade no longer in her flesh. “V-Vinelle...” She grit her teeth. She could have sworn she saw the woman lift the blade to her lips. “Don’t.” She groaned as she fought to keep conscious. Her breathing was becoming short and shallow. Blood poured from the wound now that the dagger wasn’t in it.

Juliana lay her head back as the room began to spin. She muttered several words – but none of them made sense. They were jumbled and quite possibly gibberish. She blinked slowly as her breaths started to slow down. Her heart pumped hard against her chest – it too began to slow. Darkness began to encroach on her vision. The world around her became cold like ice. So cold that she felt as though she should have been able to see her breath. The sound of her blood as it dripped to the floor was the only thing that kept her clinging to life.

Her vision continued to fade, her lips quivered slightly. Her eye shot open then as her vision flashed red with pain. A pain filled cry escaped the General. By the Gods. Any second longer...and you’d be dead, my sweet Juliana. She gasped for air now as she felt the pressure that Dr. Stone held against her shoulder.

Moments later the pain seemed to dissipate completely. Juliana held a soft smile upon her lips. “Thank you.” She breathed just before the world around her vanished. Her body grew limp.

Warmth surrounded her, like that of a hot day upon the beach with a cool breeze from the ocean. The calming sound of waves upon the shore broke the silence. The crashing of the waves against the sandy beach. Juliana sat up slowly – she blinked a few times as she took in her surroundings. Her lips pressed together slightly. The world around her was absolutely gorgeous. The sun was rising in the distance – its rays kissed her skin with their warmth. There was a huge mountain with a gaping hole at the top that water spewed down the mountainside from in a glorious waterfall. Beneath that mountain nestled into the base was a white light house. The light still spun about in the early morning hours.

Juliana pushed herself up slowly. She gazed down to find that she wore not her armor, but a simple white dress that clung to her body. She gazed about her beautiful surroundings for a long moment before she walked forward. Her bare feet pressed into the soft white sands of the beach. She didn’t have the pain anymore – she gazed down to her exposed skin to see a pink mark upon her flesh where the stab wound had been. The General shook her head slightly as she continued forward. It took what felt like ages before she came to the light house. She gazed up to the beam as it circled about overhead.

There was a welcoming scent of cookies and other various baked goods near the lighthouse. Juliana climbed the stairs to the front door and knocked. As her knuckles rapped upon the wooden door it pushed open ever so slightly. The General hesitantly stepped inside. “Hello?” She called out. Her voice echoed back to her. “Is anyone here?” She questioned softly.

“You do not belong here child.” A voice came from behind her as she slipped into what looked like a living room. A woman stood with a glowing wreath around her head. Her hair was tasseled about, her eyes glowed a beautiful white color. “You’ve much to do in this world yet.” The woman fixed her gaze upon Juliana as she formed an orb of light within her palms. “Harbinger of the new beginning.” She spoke, “You shall destroy the darkness that will soon plague the lands and you shall fill it with your light.” She pressed the orb into the General’s chest.

Juliana gasped, her eyes glowed white like the woman before her. She stumbled slightly only to feel the warm welcoming hand against her arm. She couldn’t speak as she started to the gorgeous being. The warmth that she felt inside of her now was unlike anything she’d ever felt. “Destroy the darkness?” She questioned.

The woman smiled to her, “Do not be afraid. Follow where your footsteps take you. It will lead you in the right path.” She spoke. “Now go child, a living soul does not belong in the spirit realm.” The woman pressed her palm against Juliana’s forehead then. The world around her flashed white.

**

Jaenyra scrunched her brows together slightly in the midst of a conversation. The rumble of thunder seemed to catch her attention. “Excuse me.” She spoke as she pardoned herself from the conversation. She felt drawn to the storm. Her crystal hues gazed up to the sky, she could feel the magic in the air. Her hair stood on end to the crackle of electricity. The princess saw it then, a huge dragon that was dark as the clouds above. She took several more steps outside as she stared up into the storm. Wind whipped around her as she stared in awe.

She watched the incredible display of magic, a grin curved up her lips. The magic was so thick in the air that she swore she could drink it, smell it, taste it even. Her eyes glowed ever so slightly as her own magic swelled within her chest. Though her smile was stolen as the explosion rocked the skies. The princess stumbled back as the sound echoed down over her and sparks showered over the courtyard that she stood in.

“Princess!!” A King’s guard rushed forward and used his shield to protect her from the sparks. He ushered her toward the grand hall that the evening dinner party was held in. “Princess are you alright?” He questioned as he looked her over for injuries.

“Yes...I’m perfectly fine...” She spoke, her crystal hues still upon the sky. “What was that?” She wondered out loud.

The knight that had taken the thief rushed through the courtyard then, he slipped through the crowd and found the King. The princess followed in his wake and curiously looked onward to the man as he approached her father and spoke in a quiet tone. The king once the conversation was over – he stepped to his daughter. “I want you inside, now.” He ordered.

Jaenyra furrowed her brows. “Father what is happening?” She questioned.

“Now, Jae.” His voice was stern. His eyes scanned the crowd. He turned back to the knight and pointed to a group of nobles that stood together. They had the crest of a raven upon their shoulders. He motioned for one of the guards to come to his side. He then turned and spoke to the man and he nodded. The odds were in the favor of the knights as they came upon the men with ravens upon her shoulders.

“Princess, come with me.” A knight spoke as he ushered her from the dining hall and into the courtyard. The princess gazed upward to what was once a raging storm. But now she saw the beautiful starry skies of the night.

**

The General gasped and sat up swiftly. She was in her room. The blankets had been tucked around her carefully. She glanced about and then inspected her shoulder. The wound was gone. As if it never existed. She shot from the bed and nearly fell as she stumbled forward. Juliana looked around her dark room in awe. What was real? Had she been stabbed? Her mind spun in circles. She pulled on a pair of black leggings, and knee high boots. She then pulled on a leather vest and fastened her sword upon her hip. She gazed to her armor that was neatly placed upon the mannequin. She reached forward and touched her fingertip to the chainmail that was damaged – so she was injured. She looked to the matted fur of the cloak that had been soaked in her blood. She bit her lip slightly. The General rushed from her room then. Her boots clicked along the hallway in the early morning hours. The sun had yet to rise. Dr. Stone. She remembered him. She remembered his voice.

She quickly rushed through the castle in the dim light. Ahead of her the princess stepped from the library – several books in hand. The woman’s crystal hues fell upon the General and she smiled. “General Baylar. You are awake quite early.” She spoke as she balanced her stack of books. “Did you see the storm in the sky last night?” She questioned. “The dragon?” She spoke rather quickly. “Please tell me you saw it.” She had a true excitement about her voice.

“Dragon?” The General questioned and shook her head. “No, I’m afraid...I...” She shook her head once again. “I didn’t see the storm or a dragon.” She replied softly.

The princess frowned slightly, “I’m going to find out what it was.” She grinned. “Where is Lady Vinelle?” Jaenyra tilted her head slightly.

“I um...I don’t know...I believe she is with Dr. Stone….I should get going princess. Apologies.” She bowed and then rushed down the hallway. Soon enough she stood outside the Apothecary’s door, she saw the mark from her bloodied hand upon the door and she swallowed slightly. She pushed the door open to the scent of fresh sage that was burning. “Dr. Stone?” She questioned as she stepped into the room. The cot was stained in her blood, the floor was still dirty. Bloody towels and dressings lay upon the floor. “Dr. Stone are you here?” She questioned as she gazed about.

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Incarnation of Shadows Oct 5, 2022 14:32:33 GMT -5

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Post by Raven on Oct 5, 2022 14:32:33 GMT -5

During the healing - Dr Stone felt a powerful surge of power. He glanced out the grand windows of the apothecary and spied the dark clouds above. The lightning shot about in a frantic state, it was surely some omen. The darkness that lingered over - he knew it had to have been Vinelle, did she hurt Juliana?

Dr Stone's hand glowed over the woman's shoulder, and he poured himself into the General until her wound was closed. He leaned back and held a stethoscope to her chest, listening to the slow beat of her heart. He pressed his lips together and sighed softly "What happened to you?" he questioned and tucked a strand of her pale hair behind her ear.

The Doctor stood and fetched a guard, he followed behind the guard as the General was carried up to her bedroom via stretcher, two guards squeezing up the stairs to her room. When she was placed upon her bed - he leaned down and tucked her in gently. "Rest up..." he stared to her for a long moment before glancing to the make shift cot that belonged to Vinelle. Her clothing still sat folded neatly... it was nearly midnight now.

The Doctor found himself standing before chambers of the King, the guards knocked on the door. . "My King, Doctor Stone has news to deliver" the guard briefly stepped inside to inform the King. As commanded he retreated and allowed Dr Stone into the chamber.

"Sorry to disturb you so late at night, my King...I come to report that General Baelar has made a full recovery, she was stabbed - though the weapon was no where to be found. She was bleeding intensely... she rests now in her chambers" he paused and took in a breath to continue his report, eyes uneasy. "I was in the catacombs when it happened... Vinelle - I saw her briefly, she teleported me to the General so that I would help her... surely without her aid the General would be dead... but - how did she get wounded anyways? Is anyone else hurt? I've heard no reports" the doctor crossed his arms and pressed his lips together. "And I have not seen Vinelle" he bit his lip slightly. "I suspect... we may have witnessed the first episode of her power, but I cannot say what happened. Are you aware? Should we... put out a search for her?"

After his meeting with the King - he retreated to his chambers, where the use of his magic would take him to a deep slumber, one he needed. His mind had been going nonstop, the exhaustion taking him easily.

***

The guard lead her towards the Apothecary, she approached the door and saw it was open. "Thank you" she nodded to the guard as Vinelle lingered several feet from the door. She glanced in and saw the General standing there, Dr Stone was just turning in his chair. His heart was thumping wildly to Juliana's presence, excitement? Or perhaps worry... She glanced to the blood crusted upon the door, to the woman who she had hurt the previous night, who's back was turned to her now. She remembered every second of it - that uncontrollable person who ripped the knife from her body. She could remember the way it tore her flesh as she twisted it out slightly with greed. That dripping of blood - she could remember it clearly. The sound carried to her even when she was in the gardens, feasting over what little potent energy lathered the dagger she tore from her. That feeling, the vile act...

Vinelle turned and swiftly bolted away, her padded feet - still bare from the night before - clamored on the tile as she ran from the apothecary. She turned a corner and - she would have ran directly into the Princess, but she teleported out of immediate instinct, to several feet past the Princess. From her eyes streams of darkness fell once again, her true tears were that of darkness, that look of wet smeared coaled down her cheeks.

She stumbled forward several feet and continued onward, her hands reaching for the skirt of her dress as she rushed away. She made it to the small courtyard between the castle and dining hall from the night before - when she stumbled once again over the lip of a step. She hit the cobbled ground, her dress spreading out about her, her hair fluttered in every direction as she crumbled into the ground. She could hear the pattering of the Princess's steps as she rushed after her.

"Please - don't" she held a hand up for the Princess to stop. Now she had uncontrollable sobs. She slowly sat up and brushed her cheek against the sleeve of her shaw, which still magically sat upon her arms. She simply smeared the darkness across one cheek in a thin layer, the other side still looked a miserable stream of tears about her cheeks. "I can't do this" she cried through huffing tears. "I don't want to do this" she grasped her dress and curled her fingers into the skirt. "I should have just died" her magic within began to stir with her emotions. The cackling of that mysterious dark being just lingered in her mind.

***

"General" The Doctor turned from his desk and stood. "I was.. just about to clean all of that up.. I just had to document the night" he sighed softly, a hand placed about his beard as he brushed it with his fingers. "Are you doing okay? You... had a rough night, can you tell me what happened?" he questioned and guided her over to a plush couch. "I have a fresh pot of tea... come" he stepped over to his desk and lifted the kettle and poured a fresh cup in a small tea cup. He stepped over and offered it to her and then sat down on the couch across from her, his legs crossed as he awaited her answer.

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