The grudge war

[Master_of_the_lance]

Story: Ok there are two familiys very very rich and there is a very special magic necklace that they have been fighting for for years. They both claim its theres because around 50 years or so before a son decedent of one familiy and the daughter of the other where married and they found the anceient magic item. Then when they died during an raid both claimed it theres. It is some where in the city and they are fighting to control it while they search for it on both edges of town there are each familiys castles. They use the familiys local citizens loyal to them and mercinarys to help them.
Ok I shall play the lord of one familiy and his oldest son he has two other that are open and there are open spots for the other familiy the lord whicth has to be woman and her daughter can be played the rest can be mercnary any race and class or local town folk the time is long before before cataclysm.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Kendal featherborn of the oldest son of the featherborn familiy strolled slowly through part of there territory he was out to eat a brief Breakfeast at a nice little inn. He it was earley in the morn and he was not fullu awake. Kendal toke a deep breath of the misty air as he kicked a small patch of grass that had submerged from the cobblestone street.The suddenly he looked dwon an alley and saw his rival familiys patrol in his territory this was a disgrace. He drew his sword and started to charge but no there were atleast ten of them on horse back he would have no chance. He ran quickly back to here castle lately they had been falling behind in number but had more battle trained men not new recruits though there number where much higher. As kendal arrived he called to a group leader he called his third calvery he ask them to patrol the streets the others where comeing to freely and take no prisoners if you find them he said solemly.

[prophacyks]

Story: Ok there are two familiys very very rich and there is a very special magic necklace that they have been fighting for for years. They both claim its theres because around 50 years or so before a son decedent of one familiy and the daughter of the other where married and they found the anceient magic item. Then when they died during an raid both claimed it theres. It is some where in the city and they are fighting to control it while they search for it on both edges of town there are each familiys castles. They use the familiys local citizens loyal to them and mercinarys to help them.
Ok I shall play the lord of one familiy and his oldest son he has two other that are open and there are open spots for the other familiy the lord whicth has to be woman and her daughter can be played the rest can be mercnary any race and class or local town folk the time is long before before cataclysm.
OOC: Hmm, sounds interesting. If it is ok I would like to take the other family. Do you want the daughter and the mother to be played by the same person or are they to be played seperate? I can play both if you need.

[jeran]

I'm in too! if you don't want the mother and daughter played by the same person, i'll take the one Prophacyks doesn't want to play. If she plays both, I'm up for whatever's left!

[prophacyks]

I'm in too! if you don't want the mother and daughter played by the same person, i'll take the one Prophacyks doesn't want to play. If she plays both, I'm up for whatever's left!
That sounds fine with me Jeran, I will be willing to take the mother then if that is ok.:D

[Master_of_the_lance]

OOC: It's up to you I would like it seprate though.

[jeran]

OOC: Well, Prophacyks, according to your profile, you are 16 days older than me :)
Any specifics we need to stick to, or do we have free range to create these characters?

[Master_of_the_lance]

OOC: No not much But want these pepole to be Human or half elven

[prophacyks]

Kendal featherborn of the oldest son of the featherborn familiy strolled slowly through part of there territory he was out to eat a brief Breakfeast at a nice little inn. He it was earley in the morn and he was not fullu awake. Kendal toke a deep breath of the misty air as he kicked a small patch of grass that had submerged from the cobblestone street.The suddenly he looked dwon an alley and saw his rival familiys patrol in his territory this was a disgrace. He drew his sword and started to charge but no there were atleast ten of them on horse back he would have no chance. He ran quickly back to here castle lately they had been falling behind in number but had more battle trained men not new recruits though there number where much higher. As kendal arrived he called to a group leader he called his third calvery he ask them to patrol the streets the others where comeing to freely and take no prisoners if you find them he said solemly.
It was still a misty morning when Delia Steeldove walked out onto the balcany, wrapping the robe even tighter, she takes a breath in and smiles "This will be a good day." She walks back into her room, and walks up to a beautiful mirror on her wall and grabs up a brush and starts brushing her long brown hair "So how fairs our friends in the Featherborn family?" She seems to be talking to no one if someone was to walk in.

OOC: Jeran the daughter can walk in anywhere here.

[Kendergod]

Name: Alexandre Manette (I just finished that long book)
Race: Human
Class: Calvary leader of the Featherborns
Bio: Was with the Featherborn's since around Kendal grandfather's reign. Kinda old battle hardened warrior. He is easy to get along with and insists on gentlemanlike ways.

IC: "Yes sir. Would you like to accompany us? We will kill all, but for something as serious as this I would think someone such as yourself would want to oversee this. After all, you are the heir to the Featherborn family. You might want to make a good impression on the warriors and people."

[Master_of_the_lance]

"Yes my good friend I want you to start setting up more regular patrols though. They will fear our calvary. I shall join you he calls out to one of the servants. You yes you fetch my horse bow a quiver of me arrows and my Featherborn banner." In a moment Kendal had mounted his horse Stormwing and was ready to ride into his streets.

Galaclad sat looking through the wall that was all windows in his castle his overveiw of the city. He looked outside with little intrest as he saw his son and one of his most loyal men prepareing a calvry divison. He finshed the last bite of his fine soup and took out his pipe. He lite it up and took two small puffs. Galaclad walke dover two his left wall which was a giant map of strategy. He grabed a large quill and made a box around a two blocks of a certain area. He then went and sat back down going into deep thought still blindly gazeing into the city not seeing anything to far away in his own thoughts

[jeran]

Iliana Steeldove entered her mother's bedchamber to greet her as she did every morning. Her mornig visits were as predictable as the sunrise, as she was a light sleeper and an early riser.
"It should prove to be eventful if nothing else. The patrols are out on schedule, and all is well so far."
Iliana stared at her mother in the mirror, marveling at how alike they were in appearance. They both shared the same thick brown hair her mother meticulously groomed each morning. Iliana kept hers in a tight braid down her back as she often went to the training yard to make sure that the patrols were in order.
" So mother, how shall we begin this glorious day?"

[prophacyks]

Iliana Steeldove entered her mother's bedchamber to greet her as she did every morning. Her mornig visits were as predictable as the sunrise, as she was a light sleeper and an early riser.
"It should prove to be eventful if nothing else. The patrols are out on schedule, and all is well so far."
Iliana stared at her mother in the mirror, marveling at how alike they were in appearance. They both shared the same thick brown hair her mother meticulously groomed each morning. Iliana kept hers in a tight braid down her back as she often went to the training yard to make sure that the patrols were in order.
" So mother, how shall we begin this glorious day?"
Delia jumped as her daughter spoke to her, she had been talking to another. She puts a finger up to hush the other invisiable one. She turns and smiles at her daughter "Perhaps we should take a ride and get some breakfast out of the Castle today, I am sure this will be a wonderful day so we should not waste it indoors. Besides I am sure things will get exciting as the day goes along."

[jeran]

Iliana thought it strange that her mother was surprised when she entered the room. These morning visits always occured at the same time. She dismissed it as unimportant.
"okay mother. I'll go and fetch my cloak. I'll Let the cooks know that we'll be having our meal elsewhere."

[prophacyks]

Iliana thought it strange that her mother was surprised when she entered the room. These morning visits always occured at the same time. She dismissed it as unimportant.
"okay mother. I'll go and fetch my cloak. I'll Let the cooks know that we'll be having our meal elsewhere."She kisses her daughter on the cheek "Very good, I shall get my riding cloths on." She then turns back to the mirror starting to pull her hair back. Waiting for her daughter to leave the room before setting her attention to the other presance in the room with her.

[Heron]

OOC: Here is my character

Name: Gangleri

Occupation: Bound Spirit & Wanderer

Former Occupation: War Mage and Fighter

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown (Died during the Third Dragon War)

Appearence: Wide brimmed hat (grey), tattered grey cloak and travel worn clothes. Known to use a walking staff.

History: Unknown will be revealed through out play.


Delia jumped as her daughter spoke to her, she had been talking to another. She puts a finger up to hush the other invisiable one. She turns and smiles at her daughter "Perhaps we should take a ride and get some breakfast out of the Castle today, I am sure this will be a wonderful day so we should not waste it indoors. Besides I am sure things will get exciting as the day goes along."

Gangleri stopped and thought, saying nothing. Delia turned and spoke to her daughter. Gangleri looked at his wrists that still bore the manacles from his death. “Doesn’t matter,” He thought. “So long have I served. What do I care about my plight?” Too many years have passed.”
Iliana kissed her mother and then left. Delia looked concerned, her face set. Gangleri answered her question. “They assemble a cavalry, Madame.” He said.

[Kendergod]

Alexandre started off. They met no resistance until they had pasted to the farther reaches of their district. A man wearing the armor of the other family was wandering the streets plundering. As the cavalry turned the corner Alexandre charged and neatly swung his sword and cut off the man's head as neatly as a guillotine.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Name: Arrami Featherborn
Occupation: Is Casanova an occupation?
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Apeearance: Blond, tall, dressed usually in leather.

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Arrami watched his brother charge from a tree, shaking his head with a smile. So very, very typical. So very, very much what they were supposed to do.
So very, very boring.
An old necklace! Should he waste his life on a piece of old JUNK? He? Arrami?
Hardly.
Fighting, fighting, always this fighting. His brother swung his sword.
"Careful, brother, you might poke someone's eye out with that" he mumbled. A head rolled over the ground, and Arrami made a tuttuing noise. Predictable.

[prophacyks]

OOC: Here is my character

Name: Gangleri

Occupation: Bound Spirit & Wanderer

Former Occupation: War Mage and Fighter

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown (Died during the Third Dragon War)

Appearence: Wide brimmed hat (grey), tattered grey cloak and travel worn clothes. Known to use a walking staff.

History: Unknown will be revealed through out play.



Gangleri stopped and thought, saying nothing. Delia turned and spoke to her daughter. Gangleri looked at his wrists that still bore the manacles from his death. “Doesn’t matter,” He thought. “So long have I served. What do I care about my plight?” Too many years have passed.”
Iliana kissed her mother and then left. Delia looked concerned, her face set. Gangleri answered her question. “They assemble a cavalry, Madame.” He said.
She stares into the mirror making sure her hair is perfect "Good, very good. Lets hope one of the precious sons gets caught in our little trap. I take it our other troops are in position. If we can capture one it will be a good day, now leave me so I may change." She waves him off, he may be a spirit but she still refuses to change infront of him.

Once he leaves she changes into some riding cloths , and strapping her short sword onto her waist. She then goes downstairs to wait for her daughter.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Galaclad finally jumped up he had come to some thought he yelled to his nearset servant assemblemy comitte in the war tactics room asap. This consumed of All of his sons and two officers Kg's and on other (open so is the middle son ). Soon a servant submerged two were the calvarey was and gave them the meesage for the two to return. Then the messager found his way to arraiman is " Come my lord master assembles his court". They servant speed of quickly for prepartions for the meeting. Back in the castle Galaclad was talking to a skimpy sleek fellow. He was in a total black outfit. Galaclad spoke softly with no regret he knew what it took to rule even if it was agianst honor. " Yes Raven I will reward you well I only want the girl dead it will be tuff but if done you will never have to work again." Although, Galaclad knew he would for the pure joy of killing and he was damn good at it but he wasn't cheep. "Yes the girl and ionly the girl and maybe some guards make it look as if it was a person in her ranks it will deal a morale blow. I wish this be done as sone as you can." Ravens black eyes shined brightly as he pulled his hood over his purple hair.

Raven took of quickly and jjumped of the baloney half way down though his hook to the top and slid down removeing the hook. As soon as he hit the ground his spell activated he turned to nothing but a mer shadow. He doged wuickly in and out of shadow for practice making his way to his payers destination he would stay there till sundown then he would make his move.

Kendal never got to chargwe as he heard the order he turned quickly and rode of it was his honor to obey his higher officer or father. Kendal was all about honor he was extremely noble but somtimes to much he would not understand his father for secret ways so he was never informed of these actions he would rule well in his time but he could not do so as much in dark ways. So he would prevail or die in pride as a honorable man. He made his way into the castle quickly taken off his aromor slowly he wondered greatly why his father called such a quick meeting but would not question his thoughts. His mind drifted to his youngest brother he kenw how his brother thought about him but he loved him much all the same he just thought his brother was yet to understand it didn't matter to him in all he thinks the featherborns will stick togethr so he doesn't worry
OOC:Phew

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"To my father's service" Arrami drawled caustically, stepping inside. "I suppose you have some world-shaking news on the trinket front?" He heard his brothers footfalls behind him, and smiled even wider. "And here comes the cavalry."

[jeran]

Iliana waited in the front room for her mother to come down. It was a bit odd, her mother asking her to have breakfast elsewhere when the morning meal was always prepared in the castle by this time. She dismissed it as simply wanting to be outside on such a beautiful day as this.
Her mother finally descended the main stairs, looking resplendant as always in her crisp riding clothes. Iliana knew in advance that her mother would turn the head of every man in town this morning, as she did every time she left the castle. Her mother's beauty was the envy of every woman, as was her well-bred and refined manner.
"Well, mother, where should our little adventure lead us this fine morning?"
She checked her hip to be sure her sword was secured, and her belt to check her small dagger.

[prophacyks]

Iliana waited in the front room for her mother to come down. It was a bit odd, her mother asking her to have breakfast elsewhere when the morning meal was always prepared in the castle by this time. She dismissed it as simply wanting to be outside on such a beautiful day as this.
Her mother finally descended the main stairs, looking resplendant as always in her crisp riding clothes. Iliana knew in advance that her mother would turn the head of every man in town this morning, as she did every time she left the castle. Her mother's beauty was the envy of every woman, as was her well-bred and refined manner.
"Well, mother, where should our little adventure lead us this fine morning?"
She checked her hip to be sure her sword was secured, and her belt to check her small dagger.
She smiles at her daughter "Well I thought we shall go to that new Inn that just opened up, I hear the food is wonderful. Besides the troops maybe making some racket around here and it may get a bit out of hand so it is best we get away for a little bit. Now let us go." She walks towards the door as a servent opens it for them. Outside are two horses, Delia walks over to a beautiful white one. The servent holding her horse helps her on to it, she sits and waits for her daughter to be ready.

OOC: Heron have him follow if you would like.

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The Steeldove troops stop in their tracks, wondering why the Featherborn's pulled back. They will stay in place until they get a better idea, sending a signel to the hidden troops to hold back until they are signaled again.

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As Arrami passes a female servent stops, and bows her head but still follows him with her eyes. She thinks to herself So that is my target?

OOC: I will be gone the next couple of days if I can post I will.

[prophacyks]

OOC: Well I was just imformed by MOTL that he is going to be leaving this thread. He says he may come back but it not sure. He just doesn't have much time for this right now. He also said that if I wanted to keep going with this that is ok, he is giving up his character to be taken up by someone else now. I would like to try to keep this going to see what can be done with the idea. So I need everyone who is still willing to post to let me know you are still here. And I think I will put up another add and perhaps force some of my other friends to join in if I need to.
So just let me know, ok.:)

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: you're forcing people!? does that mean i can still join? okay then...

[Grimgor]

Name: Galaclad Featherborn

Profession: Lord of the Featherborns, wizard and tactical genius

Gender: male

Appearance: Keeping himself youthful, despite his near 60. In spite of the Orders, he never wears his red robe. Instead, he dresses in the manner of nobility, putting his wealth on public display for everyone to see.

Biography: During his youth, he beheld the necklace, and the power it contained. Fascination of the artifact got him into magic, wishing to copy its powers. Fifty years later, finding the amulet is not a matter of family honor anymore. It is an obsession. Although he keeps an image of honor on the outside, it is a public secret that he maintains a small cabal of assassins and wizards, known as the Hunters. On the outside, this is the Trackers Guild, helping the Featherborns in the search of the amulet.

OOC: Also, I will keep Kendal. At least for a while

BIC: "Kendal, come in." The fathers strong voice fills the room. "I hear that you encountered a Steeldove patrol." "That is correct, father. I pulled out of the fight to meet you here." Kendal answered, bowing his head to show Galaclad the proper repect. "Good. I hope you left someone competent in charge when you left, because you won't return in time for that battle." Galaclad moved from his seat to approach his son. "You are needed elsewhere." "Father?" Kendal asks, slightly puzzled. usually, Galaclad never backed down from an opportunity to kill of a few Steeldoves. "No, you are to go on another mission. The Lady Steeldove is taking a morning ride as we speaks, desiring to visit the new inn that just opened. Take Tarril and Tynan with you to that inn and capture her or her daughter." Galaclads voice takes a hint of urgency, but Kendal dosen't move. "Father, that would not be an honest way of fighting. No knights, apart from the Neraka ones, would ever-" "NO knight would ever get in this fight in the first place!" Galaclad silences his son with the outburst. "But remember, the Steeldoves is preventing us from ruling this city in the name of justice, they his the necklace, they seduced on from us. They are the dishonest ones and to battle them, we must beat them at their own level. Once the Lady is captured, their spine will be broken and justice will take them! But you know just as well as I do, that this cannot continue." "Yes Father. I will go at once." Kendal bows his head, both in respect as well as a way of hiding the tear forcing its way from his eye. Such outbursts had become more and more frequent, ever since Galaclad located some documents with hints of the necklaces whereabouts. During such outbursts, he didn't give a damn about the proud Featherborn honor. Though he may be right, Kendal never liked it. Still, he turns to stride out of the room again, keeping his head high and his manners as controlled as usual. On the way out, he sends two servants to fetch his two helpers. Both where prominent members of the Hunters.

The fact that the inn was new was obvious at the first eyeglance. The tree was almost seeping still, the windows clear amd the door opening and closing iwthout a sound. Inside, the sturdy oak furniture was clean and good smelling. The bartender had not lost his glad smile and good manners yet. Only a few guests was present this morning. The squabble among the two families nearby drove most to the older inns, rather than getting caught in the crossfire. No one shot a second glance at Kendal and his companions as they walks inside. All where disguised to the point where Galaclad would frown trying to recognise them. They all ordered an ale, then sat down, looking deiscreetly around for the Lady. Only then did it occur to Kendal to think about how his father had known where the Lady would be this day. To his knowledge, she had disguising magic at her disposal as well.

[prophacyks]

OOC: Grimgor is our Now Lord of Featherborn, and Dalamar np just post you bio for a character.

IC: The female servant got as close as she could to the door, to hear what was being said with out being noticed. When Kendal comes out, she stands aside with her head down, not beliving what she heard. When he is out of site she turns to head out of the Castle to head to the troops to warn them.

OOC: I am going to move this along Jeran.

IC: Delia and her daughter ride to the Inn "Hmm, that is a bit odd there are more people here then I had expected. Keep guard, you never know what might happen" She says seeing the horses. She climbs off of her horse and enters the Inn with her hand on her sword.

[Grimgor]

On the way, the servant is, without forewarning, caught by the neck of her blouse by one of the guards. He looks at her with a slight grin. "So, listening, are we?" He says, then moves to pull her back to the throne room.

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Kendal eyes the Lady enter. 'This is wrong,' he thought. 'War is not to be fought this way'. But now there was no going back. He got up, still by a hat and walked up to the bar. The two assassins carelessly moves to leave the area, except they close the door and silently bars it, all in a fluid motion, as if they had been practicing on that very door for weeks. "Good evening, my Lady," Kendal says, making a gallant bow. The bartender, who had started to protest when the door was barred, fell instantly silent. One of the assassins positioned himself in front of the main door, the other moved towards the kitchen door. The stairs to the rooms upstairs was still free, but Kendal was close enough to prevent an attempt at escape that way.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"So father..." Arrami said with a smirk, moving up behind him. "We are now going to try the treacherous method of kidnapping. I am impressed. Didn't think you had it in you." Inspecting his nails with a nonchalant air, he added: "It would be much more impressing if it wasn't over a neclace."

[Grimgor]

Galaclad sighs, his shoulders sinks. He seems to shrink to become less than he was during his outburst. "My son, I do not do this to be impressive. I do this because right and honor demands the necklace returned to its proper owners. Though I regret the use of agents like the Hunters, it is necessary to undo the Ladys treachery to our family. Arrami, this is about so much more than a necklace. This is about the power it contains, the magic bound inside it. It is about the city, the right to rule it fair and honorable as we will, or treacherous and backstapping as the Steeldoves will. You are not the eldest, so unless grave misfortune comes to our family, you will never have to worry about it."

[prophacyks]

On the way, the servant is, without forewarning, caught by the neck of her blouse by one of the guards. He looks at her with a slight grin. "So, listening, are we?" He says, then moves to pull her back to the throne room.

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Kendal eyes the Lady enter. 'This is wrong,' he thought. 'War is not to be fought this way'. But now there was no going back. He got up, still by a hat and walked up to the bar. The two assassins carelessly moves to leave the area, except they close the door and silently bars it, all in a fluid motion, as if they had been practicing on that very door for weeks. "Good evening, my Lady," Kendal says, making a gallant bow. The bartender, who had started to protest when the door was barred, fell instantly silent. One of the assassins positioned himself in front of the main door, the other moved towards the kitchen door. The stairs to the rooms upstairs was still free, but Kendal was close enough to prevent an attempt at escape that way.
She squrims and struggles as she is caught listening "No I didn't mean to, please I am new here. I just got confused."

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Delia smiles "Oh I should have known, but not even I had the forsight for this. Kendal is it not, how is that bastard father of yours doing. Blowing out hot are per usual, you were always the sensable son. So now why do you not be a goodboy and go and use these assasians on you father instead, for I just came here for a nice breakfast and I will assure you I will get that." No fear in her eyes show at all.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

His eyes suddenly flashed in anger. "My brothers might die out there because of it. How can it NOT have to do with me? And to claim that the Steeldoves should be less honourable than us is a load of bull****, merely an excuse for your petty powerstruggle. They are every single bit as awful as we are. Don't you dare take me for a fool, father."

[Grimgor]

"We shall see about about that," the guard laughs, as he knocks the door to the throne room.

Galaclad sighs again. "I am sorry, my son. Actions such as Kendals mission saps my strength as surely as a nymph saps a mans willpower. I am too tired to discuss this now. I will talk to you tomorrow. One thing, though, I will say: We are not even close to the Steeldoves in dishonor and foul tricks. In the time I have led this wars, I have beheld them kill two of your uncles and one aunt, my brothers and sister, in the foulest of ways. Your aunt, no one ever saw disappear and the only sign was the bloodstained Steeldove letter with a flock of her hair. They are devils unfit to rule even themselves. We, we care for our subjects, we take pride in our servants and those willing to fight for us. Kendal is a shining example of the Featherborn honor that I, as the Lord of the family, should be able to copy. We will speak further of it tomorrow." At the last sentence, his voice becomes firm, intolerable of gainsay.
Then the door knocks. Galaclad, now seeming incapable of shrinking more into himself, sighs again before motioning towards the door, making it spring open instantly. He pulls himself up and into his seat, before looking at the guard and the girl. "I caught her eavesdropping at the Lord's conversation with Kendal." The guard says, only strict dicipline keeping him from smirking. "Oh, did she now?" Galaclad asks, but the question is subtly, but undenyably directed at the girl. His eyes burns themselves into her, drilling into her mind, laying bare everything to him. The piercing gaze could within a second find the truth hidden inside her, but he still waits for her answer, testing her.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Seeing the girl, Arrami twitched ever so slightly. He remembered her, used to talk to her sometimes. She seemed far too bright to toil under the duties of a servant. Too bright in other aspects as well, obviously... Or maybe just naïve. It was hard to tell.
The point was that he liked her. He sincerely hoped his father would not hurt her. Speak as he might about the cruelties of the Steeldoves, which Arrami had witnessed and knew very well, his father could be a very hard, unforgiving man at times. And he had walked through the dungeons that were hidden beneath the house. There was plently of evidence there that not only the Steeldoves had a lively imagination when it came to being nasty.
But sick as he might be of the whole battle, he did love his father, and he wished away the feeling of his father being constantly disapointed with him with all the heart that he did not want to admit he had.

[prophacyks]

"We shall see about about that," the guard laughs, as he knocks the door to the throne room.

Galaclad sighs again. "I am sorry, my son. Actions such as Kendals mission saps my strength as surely as a nymph saps a mans willpower. I am too tired to discuss this now. I will talk to you tomorrow. One thing, though, I will say: We are not even close to the Steeldoves in dishonor and foul tricks. In the time I have led this wars, I have beheld them kill two of your uncles and one aunt, my brothers and sister, in the foulest of ways. Your aunt, no one ever saw disappear and the only sign was the bloodstained Steeldove letter with a flock of her hair. They are devils unfit to rule even themselves. We, we care for our subjects, we take pride in our servants and those willing to fight for us. Kendal is a shining example of the Featherborn honor that I, as the Lord of the family, should be able to copy. We will speak further of it tomorrow." At the last sentence, his voice becomes firm, intolerable of gainsay.
Then the door knocks. Galaclad, now seeming incapable of shrinking more into himself, sighs again before motioning towards the door, making it spring open instantly. He pulls himself up and into his seat, before looking at the guard and the girl. "I caught her eavesdropping at the Lord's conversation with Kendal." The guard says, only strict dicipline keeping him from smirking. "Oh, did she now?" Galaclad asks, but the question is subtly, but undenyably directed at the girl. His eyes burns themselves into her, drilling into her mind, laying bare everything to him. The piercing gaze could within a second find the truth hidden inside her, but he still waits for her answer, testing her.
She stutters "N..n..no, my lord. That was not my intention at all." She manages to take her eyes away from Galaclad's and look over to Arrami's, managing to calm herself in his. And showing him the innocent serving maiden act, with a new found courage she gets out of the grip of the guards and walk closer to the two lords. She gets on her knees and bows to both of them "My lords, it was never my intention to listen in on your conversation. I came here, well I used to be a servent for the Steeldove's. The Lady Steeldove is a horriable person, some of my family is dead because of her doings. I would do anything to get back at her, even come here to her hated eneime. That is why I was at your door, and going around as your servent. I didn't think you would just let me in so I had to do what I could to seek an audience with you My Lord please forgive me. I know things about the family that may help you, if you will accept my help?"

[Grimgor]

"A cunning one. Very subtle. But still a liar. Arrami, will you show her the guest rooms? I found some other interesting things and I know you can make her feel comfortable." Galaclad motions them both out.

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'Accursed woman' Kendal thought. 'Why will she not just surrender so we can get this over with?'. "My Lady, a grand breakfast will be served in the Featherborn Manor, would you but follow us without protest. The more struggling, the less we will be willing to grant you in the manner of hospitality." The two assassins position themselves, preparing for a fight. Kendal himself casually lets his hand drop to his sword. He was a famous swordsman, but had no idea what the Lady would have up her sleeves.

[prophacyks]

"A cunning one. Very subtle. But still a liar. Arrami, will you show her the guest rooms? I found some other interesting things and I know you can make her feel comfortable." Galaclad emcompasses the pair with a motion of his hand.

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'Accursed woman' Kendal thought. 'Why will she not just surrender so we can get this over with?'. "My Lady, a grand breakfast will be served in the Featherborn Manor, would you but follow us without protest. The more struggling, the less we will be willing to grant you in the manner of hospitality." The two assassins position themselves, preparing for a fight. Kendal himself casually lets his hand drop to his sword. He was a famous swordsman, but had no idea what the Lady would have up her sleeves.
Delia sighs, but still smiles "Well I guess I cannot decline such a special invitation, will your father be there is has been a long time since we have had words?" She moves her hand away from the sword, to look less threatoning.

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She looks suprised, but only lets it show for a moment. The looks over to Arrami "I am sorry my Lord Arrami to have involved you in this mistake." she says looking as innocent as possible.

[Master_of_the_lance]

OOC: Hey guys I had somthing cancled so I can in all I think it's better for the thread so you two can lead. And i will fill in the middle son spot.
Name:Russanno Featherborn (Galaclad denys it his son in public so he is called by most Silver eyes)
Class: Red robe mage
Race: human
Apperance: Wheres red robe sometimes Silver eyes some weird result in the test
Weapons: Magic And a rapier Hand guard on the sword the whole dueling blade works very thin.
Bio: The middle child loves his magic. Though his father denys him they havce a very special bond. A very good duelist with his rapier magic combo.

[Grimgor]

"Yes, he will be there." Kendal removes his hand from the sword as well, but still keeps ready. He did not trust the Lady even for a minute, but he didn't want to give her an opportunity to withdraw her apparant helpfulness.

[prophacyks]

"Yes, he will be there." Kendal removes his hand from the sword as well, but still keeps ready. He did not trust the Lady even for a minute, but he didn't want to give her an opportunity to withdraw her apparant helpfulness.
She smiles entertained with the little boy "Very well let us go then, and it will only be me you will be taking. Anything is done to my daughter this deal is off." A glint in her eyes showing that it is not only a promise but a gareentee.

OOC: MOTL great to have you back, are you sure with letting us have the reins. That could be a very dangerous thing.:p And Jeran are you still around?

[dalamar_thedark]

OOC: the first time i post a female character i suppose.
Name: Lyra
Gender: Female
Race: Half-elven
Class: Harpist/ Songstress
Clothing: A green dress that goes slightly higher than her knees, and a blue sapphire necklace.
Equipment: A lyre, hence the name Lyra. Also she carries a light sword and two small daggers.

BIC:

Lyra cast an interested glance at the inn as she walked inside. Ordering a bit of wine, she sat down at the nearest table and took out her lyre, absently plucking at the familiar strings. The people at the door were having such an interesting conversation, she couldn't help but listen a bit.

[jeran]

OOC: I'm here, it just took me a while to catch up. Sorry!

IC: Illiana had stood silently all this while, knowing her mother was fully capable of handling her self in most situations, But this was simply too much!
"Mother, no! You cannot possibly be thinking of going to that accursed house! This possibly the worst idea I have ever heard. It would take me moments to have our guards here to take care of this scum. In fact, I could probably take at least two of them before they could draw thier weapons."
Illiana put a hand on her sword and gave a look that dared the men to defy her.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami smiled crookedly at the girl. He did not trust her one bit, but he admired her courage in front of his father. Not many would dare to put on such an admirable act. "Come here, my fair lady. I will ensure nothing bad will happen to you. Yet." His eyes glinted playfully, as he opened the door and bowed for her.
Why take things seriously when you could have fun annoying people?

[Grimgor]

Kendal looks at Illiana for merely a second. During that time, his regret at what he is doing is apperant. Still, he looks back at the Lady, the regret now hidden deep beneath his casual demeanor. "Of course your daughter will remain here. She was never to join you, if not as your personal guest. Shall we go?" He motions towards the door, still keeping his hand near the sword. Unlike what most would do in that situation, he took the daughters outburst very seriously. Underestimating an opponent because of noble stature had cost too many of his friends their lives.

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Galaclad takes on a look of being tired, but pleased. In a whisper of air, he fades without a trace from the room.

[jeran]

Illiana partially drew her sword, her face turning red with anger.
"My mother will not be going anywhere without me. You must be insane to even suggest it! Even if I were to allow it, you would soon be very sorry. All of our soldiers know that we breakfast together each morning. They also know that no true noble woman travels alone in the company of such rough men as yourelf. Seeing my mother without an escort would be all the incentive they need to kill you dead in the street. So, if you insist on going through with this folly, you should at least use the tiny bit of intelligence the Gods gave you. Take me as well, or die in the process of carrying out this ludicrous plan."

[prophacyks]

Delia puts a hand up to silence both of them, she looks to Kendal "Excuse me while I speak to my daughter."

Without waiting for an answer, she grabs on thighly to her daughters arm, and pulls her aside to whisper to her "You are to stay here, if I am gone or to die that is fine. But you, you must keep this family going. With me gone, you are in charge of the family, besides you do not have the skill yet to defy Lord Featherborn. I have also something you must do, get to that necklace before any of the others do. By doing that ensures our victory, now go do not destroy what I have worked so hard on building for you." She kisses her daughter on the forehead then pushes her away.

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The girl seen the glint, and the fact that Arrami was playing with her. So she smiles "Oh good I would hate to think there was anything to worry about here in this castle, while accompanied by such a handsome and noble lord and all." She smirks, laying on the charm.

[Grimgor]

Kendal, having no difficulties at all with heraing the Lady, feints deafness. His fingers casually toying the sword hilt, he stands as if he was on as sure ground here as if he was inside the Featherborn Manor. 'Now the daughter is becoming a problem. How long will it be before their butler bursts in, offering tea and cookies in exchange for her freedom? Why can't she just let her go, so I can get out of this?' He thought, clencing his left hand.

[jeran]

Illiana was mortified. Her mother actually planned to go with these brutes!
"I will do as you ask mother. But do not think this is the end of this!"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami smiled widely. Thhis was an amusing game, and he was never one to say no to an opportunity to play games with high stakes. The girl was obviously trying to wrap him around her fingers, and he liked her for it. She was not going to give in. So he solemnly bid her his arm, escorting her through the corrdors.

[Master_of_the_lance]

Silver walked down the streets fluidly. He was deep in Steeldove land but was not afraid at all.He walked as if he did not know he was there. He waled to a common fruit stand a grabed a small melon. He tossed a few coins upon the table and continued his walk. A young steeldove guard walked up to him and said '' What do you think your doing here." Silver turned and spat in the guards face never saying aword. The gurad quickly drew his spear and yelled insults. Then an older guard saw what was happening and ran up and gabeds the younger guard. The younger guard yelled at his fellow guard as silver walked away. " You should havev let me take is life, that scum". The elder said " I just saved yours". Silver walked into the inn and stood beside his brother. " What is tking so long my Kendal."

[Grimgor]

Kendal, noticing his brothers entry through a barred door, sighed inwardly. This certainly was not the time for his absent-minded brother. Silver was a man as incomprehensible as their father could be at times, but far more active in the destructive nature of the magic they shared. "There is no reason for violence, when she has agreed to follow us without trouble." Kendal answered, just barely keeping the stress and irritation out of his voice. How he loathed this inn more and more for every second.

[Master_of_the_lance]

" Ah so she agree's to come well, what does he savage little daughter think of this.?"

[Grimgor]

"She disagrees. They are talking about it right now," Kendal motions towards the women with his head, and makes a discreet gesture with his hand, silently asking Silver to keep quiet.

[prophacyks]

Arrami smiled widely. Thhis was an amusing game, and he was never one to say no to an opportunity to play games with high stakes. The girl was obviously trying to wrap him around her fingers, and he liked her for it. She was not going to give in. So he solemnly bid her his arm, escorting her through the corrdors.
Liking that fact that he is playing along with her she takes his arm, she could grow to like him "So where are we going again my lord?"

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Looking cross at her daughter "Very well, just do as I say and find some people to help you." She then turns to the two brothers "Let us go before I change my mind."

[Grimgor]

Kendal nods to her, then motions to one of the assassins. He opens the door and positions himself outside. The other assassin form up the back, Kendal nodding the Lady to be with him in the middle.

[prophacyks]

Kendal nods to her, then motions to one of the assassins. He opens the door and positions himself outside. The other assassin form up the back, Kendal nodding the Lady to be with him in the middle.
She looks over at Kendal, not entirly sure of what she was going to say until it came out. She was worried for her daughter and her rashness "Lord Kendal, I have no idea why I trust you but I do. Probably even more so then most that I would have do this regularly, please protect my daughter. She is careless and rash, and more importantly protect her from your family please I beg of you." She shows only for a moment a deep vunerability.

[Aspen]

Name: Ebony Nightblade
Race: Human
Gender:Female
Occupation: Head of The Hunters
Weapon:Short sword and magic
Description: Ebony is in her late 20's. She had long black hair, fair skin, red heartshaped lips and piercing topaz eyes. She is never seen in anything but her black leather uniform.
Bio: She is a third generation Hunter and very loyal to the Featherborns. She is a very stricked leader. She has no problems keeping her men in line, none would dare cross her, put of fear and respect. She few know that she is a servent of Nuitari though many suspect.

[Grimgor]

Kendal nods in approval. As if he had planned that exactly all along, he pulls out a document from inside his armor, along with an elaborate pen. He scribbles down a few sentences in very clear letters:

By the orders of Featherborn and Steeldove families

The Lady Illiana Steeldove are to remain in the Steeldove controlled territory, not to be allowed passage into the Featherborn territory on any occasion. Also, the Trackers Guild ranger Tynan is to accompany her at all times, keeping this law upheld. None of the hereby included (red. Lady Illiana and ranger Tynan) are to come to any harm or restriction of freedom on any occasion except for the Ladys prohibition from the Featherborn territory

Lord-son, knight of the Featherborn, guard captain and (at written date) reining duel champion in the Fatherborn territoy

Kendal Featherborn

After his name, he marks his seal. Then he hands the Lady the document. "If you would sign in the proper manner, Tynan will have the paper and make sure that no harm will come to your daughter. How many soldiers you choose to assign for the same occasion is up to you."

[prophacyks]

Kendal nods in approval. As if he had planned that exactly all along, he pulls out a document from inside his armor, along with an elaborate pen. He scribbles down a few sentences in very clear letters:

By the orders of Featherborn and Steeldove families

The Lady Illiana Steeldove are to remain in the Steeldove controlled territory, not to be allowed passage into the Featherborn territory on any occasion. Also, the Trackers Guild ranger Tynan is to accompany her at all times, keeping this law upheld. None of the hereby included (red. Lady Illiana and ranger Tynan) are to come to any harm or restriction of freedom on any occasion except for the Ladys prohibition from the Featherborn territory

Lord-son, knight of the Featherborn, guard captain and (at written date) reining duel champion in the Fatherborn territoy

Kendal Featherborn

After his name, he marks his seal. Then he hands the Lady the document. "If you would sign in the proper manner, Tynan will have the paper and make sure that no harm will come to your daughter. How many soldiers you choose to assign for the same occasion is up to you."
She looks at Kendal with respect "Thank you." She takes the paper and signs it accordingly, and then hands it back "Here you are, I am ready to go now."

[Grimgor]

"You put a lot of faith in me in letting one of the Featherborn retainers follow your daughter," Kendal says as he hands the document to the assassin in front of him. "Read it and obey it. To the letter." He says firmly to Tynan. The assassin nods, strictly and disciplined before breaking line to locate the daughter. "One more thing," Kendal calls over his shoulder. "Should she find the necklace, you will not oppose her until that order has been cancelled." He doesn't even turn to look if the assassin is nodding. With the odd companions, he walks firmly, without any attempt to hide, the quickest way towards the Featherborn territory. His uncertainty at being in enemy territory, hostage or not, with nothing but one bodyguard now seems to freak him out absolutely.

[prophacyks]

"You put a lot of faith in me in letting one of the Featherborn retainers follow your daughter," Kendal says as he hands the document to the assassin in front of him. "Read it and obey it. To the letter." He says firmly to Tynan. The assassin nods, strictly and disciplined before breaking line to locate the daughter. "One more thing," Kendal calls over his shoulder. "Should she find the necklace, you will not oppose her until that order has been cancelled." He doesn't even turn to look if the assassin is nodding. With the odd companions, he walks firmly, without any attempt to hide, the quickest way towards the Featherborn territory. His uncertainty at being in enemy territory, hostage or not, with nothing but one bodyguard now seems to freak him out absolutely.
Delia could not help but smile at his uncomfortableness "Do not worry, I will protect you. As for my daughter, you will not do anything to her becasue you are not like your father or your brothers. I can see it in your eyes, you have a kindness to you."

[Grimgor]

"I thank you for your confidence, but I must correct you. My father is a honorable a man as I will ever be, and he will not be insulted while I am within earshot." His voice is polite, but it is very clear that he takes the matter of the family honor very seriously.

[prophacyks]

"I thank you for your confidence, but I must correct you. My father is a honorable a man as I will ever be, and he will not be insulted while I am within earshot." His voice is polite, but it is very clear that he takes the matter of the family honor very seriously.
Delia smirks "Well then put your fingers in your ears, unless you would rather try to tie me up and gag me?"

[Grimgor]

"It is possible to avoid the subject." Kendal answers. They pass through a larger street, where the turning of his head is all that keeps Kendal from being spit in the face. From a little further down the street, a few Steeldove guards turn their heads and immediately starts running towards the three shapes.

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Tynan approaches the inn again, locates Illiana, showing her the note. He dosen't even open his mouth to breathe, and his approach seems as devoid of sound as his face is devoid of emotions.

[prophacyks]

"It is possible to avoid the subject." Kendal answers. They pass through a larger street, where the turning of his head is all that keeps Kendal from being spit in the face. From a little further down the street, a few Steeldove guards turn their heads and immediately starts running towards the three shapes.

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Tynan approaches the inn again, locates Illiana, showing her the note. He dosen't even open his mouth to breathe, and his approach seems as devoid of sound as his face is devoid of emotions.
"But insulting your father is my favorite past time." She smiles then sees the guards.
Delia holds up her hand to them "Halt, I am going with them willingly. Any of you disobey me I will have you demoted to latrine duty."

The guards stop and look at each other, the older one looks back at her "But my lady, you cannot possibly mean to.........."

She glairs at them "I mean to do what I want to, and you will not question it. Now go inform the others that they are to take orders from my daughter for right now."

"Uh, Yes mylady." They pull back but keep looking to make sure she was alright.

[Grimgor]

Kendal looks at the guards without any hint of emotions in his face, except for his muscles readying for battle. When they pull back, he relaxes visibly, then continues the conversation as if nothing had happened. "Nevertheless, it will not happen while I can hear it. Think you of him as you may, you have not talked to him in nearly a decade, and he is my father. My honor I learned from him."

[prophacyks]

Kendal looks at the guards without any hint of emotions in his face, except for his muscles readying for battle. When they pull back, he relaxes visibly, then continues the conversation as if nothing had happened. "Nevertheless, it will not happen while I can hear it. Think you of him as you may, you have not talked to him in nearly a decade, and he is my father. My honor I learned from him."
She rolls her eyes "Ok very well, what ever. But if he treats me badly I will not hold back on him do you understand?"

[Grimgor]

"If you are treated badly, it will be on responce to an offence, or in the hands of someone not Featherborn. I either case, I will not be around." Finally, they approach the Featherborn border. The large street that marks the change in territory is at almost all times the site for battle. Including now. By some fortunate quincidence, they arrive at a part of the street not consumed in battle. In spite of several hearty yells from the soldiers nearby, Kendal replies to no one. Once in Featherborn territory, a wave of his hand sends Tyrral toward the Featherborn Manor to announce the approach of the Lady and Kendal.

[prophacyks]

"If you are treated badly, it will be on responce to an offence, or in the hands of someone not Featherborn. I either case, I will not be around." Finally, they approach the Featherborn border. The large street that marks the change in territory is at almost all times the site for battle. Including now. By some fortunate quincidence, they arrive at a part of the street not consumed in battle. In spite of several hearty yells from the soldiers nearby, Kendal replies to no one. Once in Featherborn territory, a wave of his hand sends Tyrral toward the Featherborn Manor to announce the approach of the Lady and Kendal.
"And where will you be?" Raisng an eyebrow.

[Grimgor]

"If the situation occurs, I will let you know," Kendal replies with a shrug, as they close in on the Manor. On the stairs, Galaclad is standing, along with a few honor guards.

[prophacyks]

"If the situation occurs, I will let you know," Kendal replies with a shrug, as they close in on the Manor. On the stairs, Galaclad is standing, along with a few honor guards.
Delia stops in her steps when she sees Galaclad, looking up and glairing at him "So what do I owe the honer of being invited to your grand castle?" she says extremely sarcastically.

[jeran]

Illiana stood grinding her teeth in anger. She had never opposed her mother's wishes, but was seriously considering doing so now. This Tynan fellow would certainly be a hinderance, however.
Making up her mind to do something drastic before the day ended, Illiana left the Inn quickly, almost running back through the streets to the castle.

[Grimgor]

"Ahh, she chose the peaceful way. Wise, my Lady, very wise," he bows deeply, just as mockingly as her sarcasm. "What was the promises, Kendal?" "A grand breakfast and Tynan stayed with the daughter to ensure that she wouldn't follow. He has a document that makes both of them immune by the laws of both families." Kendal keeps his head respectfully bowed during his report. "Breakfast? We can arrange that. Follow me, my Lady. It is but a few minutes away." Without waiting for an answer, he turns and starts walking into the castle.

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Apparently without a second thought, Tynan follows her, having no difficulties at keeping her pace, towards the seat of his enemies.

[prophacyks]

"Ahh, she chose the peaceful way. Wise, my Lady, very wise," he bows deeply, just as mockingly as her sarcasm. "What was the promises, Kendal?" "A grand breakfast and Tynan stayed with the daughter to ensure that she wouldn't follow. He has a document that makes both of them immune by the laws of both families." Kendal keeps his head respectfully bowed during his report. "Breakfast? We can arrange that. Follow me, my Lady. It is but a few minutes away." Without waiting for an answer, he turns and starts walking into the castle.

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Apparently without a second thought, Tynan follows her, having no difficulties at keeping her pace, towards the seat of his enemies.
"Good, good." She says as she walks forward to follow him inside "I do hope it is poisoned, I need a little adventure."

[Grimgor]

"Had I wanted you dead, my Lady, you would have been so without ever meeting my son Kendal. No, this is just an ordinary breakfast to discuss some things." Galaclad smiles at her, without a hint of bitterness at years and years of fighting.

[prophacyks]

"Had I wanted you dead, my Lady, you would have been so without ever meeting my son Kendal. No, this is just an ordinary breakfast to discuss some things." Galaclad smiles at her, without a hint of bitterness at years and years of fighting.
"Yes, yes I am sure you could have. And what things are these we have to discuss that you could not have just sent someone to invite me rather then kidnap me i when I was ment to have breakfast with my Daughter?" Rasing an eyebrow.

[Grimgor]

"Because this situation carries more advantages than if you had proper time to prepare," Galaclad answers over his shoulder. They reach a large room, adorned with several large tapestries. In the middle, there is a large table with about twenty chairs. It is completly blank. Galaclad sweeps his hand in a fluid motion, as he turns around to face the Lady. The table is, apparently for no realistic reason, now filled with food of all sorts. "Please join me for breakfast, my Lady."

[prophacyks]

"Because this situation carries more advantages than if you had proper time to prepare," Galaclad answers over his shoulder. They reach a large room, adorned with several large tapestries. In the middle, there is a large table with about twenty chairs. It is completly blank. Galaclad sweeps his hand in a fluid motion, as he turns around to face the Lady. The table is, apparently for no realistic reason, now filled with food of all sorts. "Please join me for breakfast, my Lady."
"Very well." She gives him a strained smile, as she walks over to a chair and waits for him to pull it out for her like a gentalmen.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"The dungeons." Seeing the girl's unconcerned face slip for the shortest of seconds, he smiled. "How DO you think that we treat ladies around here? To be sure, as I got it, my father is indeed inviting Lady Steeldove for breakfast this very morning, as the true gentleman he is. You, my dear, will be escorted to one of the guest bedrooms, which I hope you will be content with, and are to wait there until my father makes his decition. We are all doing that all the time here. You'll get used to it." He flashed a crooked grin at her.

[prophacyks]

"The dungeons." Seeing the girl's unconcerned face slip for the shortest of seconds, he smiled. "How DO you think that we treat ladies around here? To be sure, as I got it, my father is indeed inviting Lady Steeldove for breakfast this very morning, as the true gentleman he is. You, my dear, will be escorted to one of the guest bedrooms, which I hope you will be content with, and are to wait there until my father makes his decition. We are all doing that all the time here. You'll get used to it." He flashed a crooked grin at her.
"T..t.the dungeons?" She feels her stomach clench, then hears that he was joking. She forces a smile and slaps him playfully on the arm "Stop that, you are such a tease. I guess I will be fine in a room, all by my lonesome. I bet it will get oftly boring in there all by my self, what ever shall I do." She fanes thinking "Of course I would be better for you if I could do something to help, I could clean or something. What do you say?"

[Aspen]

Ebony Nightblade entered the Featherborn castle through the secret tunnels located far below the dungeons. The head of the Hunters, also known as the Trackers guild, made her way through the many passage ways lined with cells. Her soft leather boots never made a sound. When passing by the "intarigation rooms" with there thumb screws and there racks she stopped to hear a Steeldove scum his confession. This would be a good day!
As she walked confadently through the many corridors, servents would avert their eyes or remember a better route to get where they needed to be. Ebony rounded the corner and found Arramin Featherborn escorting a servent girl. She knodded to him, "Master Arramin." she smiled at him as she passed.
It did not take her long to reach Lord Galaclad office. She swept her hand out infront of herself and the door opened only to shut behind her. Once inside the office she took a seat infront of the Lord Galaclad's desk to wait for his return. Her Hunters had informed her that the eldest Featherborn son had taken the Steeldove wench into custody and that his father was now having a pleasent breakfast with her in the main dinning hall. There was no doudt in Ebony's mind that Lord Galaclad would know where the necklace was soon enough. All he would have to do is give the word and she would personaly go and retrieve it, then he would be happy and she would be richly rewarded. Yes, this would be a good day!

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Very slick, Arrami thought admiringly to himself, but he shook his head. "I cannot be disobeying my father, as much as you are right about what you say. But there are some books in the chamber, and if there is anything you need otherwise, let me know. I can have some food brought up, if you'd like it."
Seeing Ebony head up the corridor, he returned her greeting with a soft bow. He respected her. She was a woman who did her work and did it good. What could be more worth respect than that?
"The leader of the Hunters" he explained. "Ever heard of them?" A teasing smile.

[prophacyks]

Very slick, Arrami thought admiringly to himself, but he shook his head. "I cannot be disobeying my father, as much as you are right about what you say. But there are some books in the chamber, and if there is anything you need otherwise, let me know. I can have some food brought up, if you'd like it."
Seeing Ebony head up the corridor, he returned her greeting with a soft bow. He respected her. She was a woman who did her work and did it good. What could be more worth respect than that?
"The leader of the Hunters" he explained. "Ever heard of them?" A teasing smile.
She rollls her eyes "Oh,books. Yay. And I guess you are going to leave me once we get there." She sighs and then sees Ebony walk by, she looks like someone she would not want to mess with. Also someone she was warned to stay out of the way of. She looks back at Arrami "The hunters perhaps I have heard mention of them, but I really would not know much. You know being a lowley servent and all."

[Master_of_the_lance]

Silver sat outside the castle's walls. He telepathically starts to talk to his father. " Father listen aggresion aggression aggression it's the key. While you have this diplomtatic talk I would like permisson to organize an attack on some of the steeldove outer terriotry's. They will not expect an attack now. Say father if these papers don't work out we have to search there territorys. Let me take some good troops and a calvary I ask permisson.''

[Grimgor]

A servant rushes to pull it out for her, as Galaclad seats himself opposite her. He smiles at her. "Now, I have some things that I would like to discuss with you." He seems to wait for a reaction from her.

[prophacyks]

A servant rushes to pull it out for her, as Galaclad seats himself opposite her. He smiles at her. "Now, I have some things that I would like to discuss with you." He seems to wait for a reaction from her.
"Yes, yes you said that. How about telling me what it is?" She says annoyed as she reaches for some food, she is hungry now that it had taken so long.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Yeah, my a**e you are, though Arrami. You do not speak like a lowely servant girl. I should know. I spend a LOT of time together with them.
"Oh, I don't know. I do not think my father needs me. On the contrary, he probably will pummel me if I would turn up again, and otherwise I don't have much to do, since nobody trusts anything important to a irresponisble brat like me."

[prophacyks]

Yeah, my a**e you are, though Arrami. You do not speak like a lowely servant girl. I should know. I spend a LOT of time together with them.
"Oh, I don't know. I do not think my father needs me. On the contrary, he probably will pummel me if I would turn up again, and otherwise I don't have much to do, since nobody trusts anything important to a irresponisble brat like me."
Suprised that he had said that "I hope I am not intruding, but why do you stay then? You seem like someone who would do better out of the castle on an adventure or something like that."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami sighed, and an unusual seriousness came over his face. "This is a war, my girl, may they call it what they want, and that means that people are going to die. My brothers are some of those who are in the greatest danger. I cannot leave them, even if I wish with all my heart to be out of this dreary town, this boring way of life."
And I don't want to make father more disappointed with me than he already is, he added to himself with a mental sigh.

[Grimgor]

"You should know that already. First of all, I wish to negotiate the right to the necklace. Second there's the problem with this little struggle of ours, but we will take that later. My eldest made the necklace, maybe with his wife. Which of them did it, not even I have been able to discover. But, I knew my brother before the assassins got him. He was a mighty wizard, and I would not think the necklace beyond him. The times I've seen it has convinced me that it is made by Gürin, our dwarven smith. You and I both know that he is the greatest jeweller around here. None can copy his work. He has confirmed it as well. Nevertheless, I know your arguments. My brother may have been a mighty wizard, Gürin a great jeweller, but your... Sister, is it? Mother? Aunt? Nevermind, she knew as the only one among the three the secrets of enchanting and the forming of the necklace could not have been done without either. That may fit as well, as nothing on the subject of enchanting is explained in my brothers notes. Now, I would know: What is your price for giving up your familys claim on the necklace?"

[prophacyks]

Arrami sighed, and an unusual seriousness came over his face. "This is a war, my girl, may they call it what they want, and that means that people are going to die. My brothers are some of those who are in the greatest danger. I cannot leave them, even if I wish with all my heart to be out of this dreary town, this boring way of life."
And I don't want to make father more disappointed with me than he already is, he added to himself with a mental sigh.
"This fight is stupid, and do not call it a war. It is just a petty arguement. Do you not realize that it is up to the children of the two sides to fix this. What if your father and the lady were to die, would the rest of you allow this to keep going on? The answer rests in this new generation." She looks in his eyes trying to make him understand.

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Delia stands taking a glass filled with wine and throwing it at him "You have some nerve, some nerve asking me that. What would be your price? You want to know what mine is, it is over my dead body that is what it is. I knew this was a bad idea." She starts heading for the doors.

[Grimgor]

Two guards step in front of her to block her way out. The doors are closed. "Like I said, my Lady, calling you in this manner had its advantages. Like no bodyguards. Sit down again. Let us be civilised about things. Now, I mentioned a price. You named it. You are perfectly aware that the payment could be brought in at any second, and your daughter wouldn't have a clue about it, are you not? Don't be rash. I knew you would refuse to listen to me. That is the reason for the rough manners. Now, sit down." He is no longer smiling. Somehow, the wine failed to stain him at all.

[prophacyks]

Two guards step in front of her to block her way out. The doors are closed. "Like I said, my Lady, calling you in this manner had its advantages. Like no bodyguards. Sit down again. Let us be civilised about things. Now, I mentioned a price. You named it. You are perfectly aware that the payment could be brought in at any second, and your daughter wouldn't have a clue about it, are you not? Don't be rash. I knew you would refuse to listen to me. That is the reason for the rough manners. Now, sit down." He is no longer smiling. Somehow, the wine failed to stain him at all.
Her hands turn into fists, her knuckles whitening. But she turns and sits "What would be your price? We are not much different from each other, but to get this necklace would gareentee my daughter a kingdom one she would not have to fight for. A great choice of husbands, and a future for her children. And not to mention the fact that my sister did have involvment in making it, she was never one to lie and so I do not suspect the she lied to me in her letters. So unless we were to make some kind of alligence with our famlies, I do not think either of us is going to be quitting anytime soon. "

[Grimgor]

"My price is not relevant and nonexistent. I will not give up the opportunity to have it. Yet still, you struck the mark."

[prophacyks]

"My price is not relevant and nonexistent. I will not give up the opportunity to have it. Yet still, you struck the mark."
"So what does this mean, you are not going to let me go are you?" She says not feeling so good about what is happening.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Why, of course it is stupid" Arrami agreed, unlocking the door. "It is founded by headstrongness and pride, whatever they might say. But it is a war because they do take it that seriously. A small war, perhaps, but still a war. And what do you think would happen? The young lady Steeldove loves her mother, and was she to die, she would surely blame us and continue the struggle out of lust for revenge. And my brother is so honorable that it's scary, and he also loves our father, and would thus continue the fight because he would know that that would be our father's will. And so would it continue, until too many has died for it to stop, even though nobody remebers what the whole thing is about anyway. There. The nature of feuds in a nutshell." He swung the door open, gesturing for her to enter.

[Grimgor]

"That depends on the outcome of this conversation. Still, you do not comprehend what I want."

[prophacyks]

"That depends on the outcome of this conversation. Still, you do not comprehend what I want."
"No dear sir, I do comprehend what you want, and it is not something I am willing to give. So unless you are trying to bore me into it, I do not really see you getting what you want." She said flustered.

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She puts a hand to her head and chuckles into it, ignoring the open door "You nobles are all the same, you only see things for what you think they are and not for what they actually are and are ment to represent. It is Love, that is why it was created. It was ment to celebrate the love between your fathers brother and the ladys sister. If you want this all to stop, take that sceming brain of yours and figure out a way to get your brother and the ladys daughter married. Then your problem will be fixed, the child that would come out of that would get the necklace and be the rightful heir. Oh we could try to get the lord and lady to marry and have a child but I don't think anyone has the stomach to get involved with that." She smirks

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"I have to take things for what people think they are, because it seems to be the only hting that matters to those that I care for. If you think about it, it often does not count what a thing is, as long as everybody thinks it to be something else. But you know an awful lot for being just a lowely servant girl, don't you?" He smiled at her. "No, don't take offence, the idea is actually very good. But that sort of implies that you are more than you make show of, does it not? I am not claiming that servants are stupid, I claim that they are often kept from gaining dangerous knowledge."

[prophacyks]

"I have to take things for what people think they are, because it seems to be the only hting that matters to those that I care for. If you think about it, it often does not count what a thing is, as long as everybody thinks it to be something else. But you know an awful lot for being just a lowely servant girl, don't you?" He smiled at her. "No, don't take offence, the idea is actually very good. But that sort of implies that you are more than you make show of, does it not? I am not claiming that servants are stupid, I claim that they are often kept from gaining dangerous knowledge."
She smiles thinking for a moment "Well if you can keep a secret, I really am a servent but not the kind you would be let to believe. Lets just say I have more skills then most of the servents around here." She smirks

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"And a good intellect at that. I have always prided myself on not being stupid, even if I may not be brilliant, and so much is obvious to my eyes." He quirked a teasing eyebrow at her. "But will you please enter the room now? I can see the guard that always follows me around getting the look that tells me that he is going to run to my father and tell on me, something resulting in that he will probably be quickly convinced that you have blatantly seduced me and escaped our grasp. And I would hate to have to threaten you, I really would, so would you please do my bidding?"

[prophacyks]

"And a good intellect at that. I have always prided myself on not being stupid, even if I may not be brilliant, and so much is obvious to my eyes." He quirked a teasing eyebrow at her. "But will you please enter the room now? I can see the guard that always follows me around getting the look that tells me that he is going to run to my father and tell on me, something resulting in that he will probably be quickly convinced that you have blatantly seduced me and escaped our grasp. And I would hate to have to threaten you, I really would, so would you please do my bidding?"
She smiles "So does this mean I have seduced you then?" Not bothering to wait for an answer she moved forward to kiss him on the cheek, she whispers to him also "If I have managed to, meet me at the bored between the Featherborn and Steeldove lands." She pull back smiling, and enters the room closing the door behind her.

[Grimgor]

"Lady Steeldove. The necklace was designed for a special purpose. What it is, my brother never told me, but I intend to find out. I have learned enough to know that this war is what prevents us from finding it. Therefore, I have concluded that the necklace can be found only when there is no competition for it. Thus, one family has to go. Guess which one I want it to be?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Now, this was interesting, Arrami thought as he locked the door. That would imply her getting help to get out of there, but frankly, he didn't care. He figured he had found someone who in many ways shared his oppinions when it came to this tiresome feud, and he was willing to jump at the chance, if there was a way out of this without blood being spillt. Só why not?
"You can stop skuling about!" He yelled at his father's spie. "As you can see, I've still got all of my clothes on."
And as he strolled down the corridor, he grinned broadfly to himself, whistling a merry little tune.

[prophacyks]

"Lady Steeldove. The necklace was designed for a special purpose. What it is, my brother never told me, but I intend to find out. I have learned enough to know that this war is what prevents us from finding it. Therefore, I have concluded that the necklace can be found only when there is no competition for it. Thus, one family has to go. Guess which one I want it to be?"Fuming "And what makes you think that will be so easy, even if you get rid of me there is still my daughter."

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OOC: Lets see I have still yet to name my servent, her name will be Arla.:D

IC: Arla smiles as she shuts the door, she knows she should not trust him but there is a connection there she has never felt with anyone else before. She walks over to the window, and opens it. She looks down noticing that she is quite a few floors upm and nothing to hold onto, to climb down. She looks around the room noticing plenty of cloth, that will do for an escape plan. She just needs to wait until knight to make her escape.

She starts gathering all the sheets and comfortors in the room, and starts on her plan.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Having taken a quick turn around the castle to shake off the spy, Arrami figured it would be nice to know what his father was really up to. Not that his father needed know that, of course...
This was an old building, and as a small and tremendously bored boy he had spent all his time investigation it, seeing that he could not take even a step outside in fear of "those vicious Steeldoves". And it was then he had noticed the tunnels running behind almost all the walls in the house, probably built by someone who wasn't so sure on his position as master of it and wanted a fast retreat as well as a way of keeping track of everyone inside it. It had given him much precious information before, information that would otherwise not be given to such an irresposible child, and would now be just perfect...

[Grimgor]

"Instead of accepting anything I say as absolute, my Lady, you should consider parlaying with me. I was expecting more from you. Now, please, try not accepting what I am saying. Offer alternatives. Cut deals. Do I have to teach the system of diplomacy from scratch?"

[prophacyks]

"Instead of accepting anything I say as absolute, my Lady, you should consider parlaying with me. I was expecting more from you. Now, please, try not accepting what I am saying. Offer alternatives. Cut deals. Do I have to teach the system of diplomacy from scratch?"
"Why waste my breath on a windbag that really has no care for my family or what I have to say. He just wants a fight and I am not going to give it, rather he better give me my answer or I will kill you myself and we will not have to worry about this anymore." She says all in one breath getting more and more mad.

[Grimgor]

Galaclad bows his head in a sigh. "Here I am, trying to talk about this conflict, and all I get is insults. Very well, the war will continue as the Lady prefers. Throw her in the dungeons. The deep ones." Two of the guards starts towards the Lady, when Kendal steps forward. "Dad, no! You can't! I promised her simply breakfast and an opportunity to talk!"
"And she wasted that opportunity, even insulted me in my own home. She is treated as she deserves."
"But dad, the lower dungeons is-"
"Where we keep every dangerous and mentally unstable criminal and guard in our territory. I know, but she wants the war to continue. Thus, she is a prisoner of war. You will not oppose me in this Kendal. My descision is final."
Kendal bows his head, obeying. With hasty steps, he leaves the room. At the doorway, he turns. "I told you that if you where treated unfairly, I would not be present to prevent it. Thus, I bid you farewell." Then he leaves.

[prophacyks]

Galaclad bows his head in a sigh. "Here I am, trying to talk about this conflict, and all I get is insults. Very well, the war will continue as the Lady prefers. Throw her in the dungeons. The deep ones." Two of the guards starts towards the Lady, when Kendal steps forward. "Dad, no! You can't! I promised her simply breakfast and an opportunity to talk!"
"And she wasted that opportunity, even insulted me in my own home. She is treated as she deserves."
"But dad, the lower dungeons is-"
"Where we keep every dangerous and mentally unstable criminal and guard in our territory. I know, but she wants the war to continue. Thus, she is a prisoner of war. You will not oppose me in this Kendal. My descision is final."
Kendal bows his head, obeying. With hasty steps, he leaves the room. At the doorway, he turns. "I told you that if you where treated unfairly, I would not be present to prevent it. Thus, I bid you farewell." Then he leaves.She glairs at him, now scared but trying not to show it "You ask me for something I cannot do, it is not different then you. You cannot tell me you would not do the same thing. If that is where you must put me so be it, for my daughter I would do anything." She says her shoulders sagging, defeated. "Besides not even now could I make that decision, I turned it over to my daughter. She is in charge now. So it will not matter."

[Grimgor]

The guards starts carrying her off. Galaclad shakes his head slightly. In a few days, he would visit her and see if she was more eager to see things from his point of wiev. For now, he would get a bit of rest, then see the servant. She just may prove useful.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

So that was what his father called nobility and fairness? Arrami was fuming, leaning against the wall of the secret corridor. He did not want to be involved in this, but now there was no choice. And he knew Kendal felt just as bad about it.
So why do you turn your back at this, brother? Why don't you look at it?
Decicion made, he started to make his way to the stairs. There were secret tunnels in the lower dungeons as well...

[Aspen]

Ebony stood and walked over to the large picture window in Lord Galaclad's office. From this vantage point, she could see nearly the hole city. In her mind she could trace the Featherborn border: the front line as it where. A smile played apon her lips as she imagined the line of Steeldoves falling and the Featherborns rule over the city beginning.
Her family had fought to find the necklace since the beginning. Her grandfather was the head of the Trackers Guild. He had played by the rules, the fool, and he paid for it with his life. Her father had taken his place. He saw the need to expand the resources of the Guild, bringing in assasions and magic users.
Ebony had studied under many of these mages. She had been raised in the middle of this war. Her craddle had been a shield. Her nursemaid had been a mercenary. She had seen first hand bloodlust drive men insane. And she loved every minute of it.
Soon after she had returned from taking the Test, her father died in an ambush, an ambush the fool should have seen coming, Ebony had taken her spot at the head of the Hunters. Few apposed her self appointment, but these didn't live long to cause her grief.
Her gaze fell on the home of the Steeldoves. Yes, soon enough it would be just another building in the Featherborns city. She could smell their victory, almost taste it. Soon enough the Steeldove hold on the city would be no more.

[prophacyks]

The guards starts carrying her off. Galaclad shakes his head slightly. In a few days, he would visit her and see if she was more eager to see things from his point of wiev. For now, he would get a bit of rest, then see the servant. She just may prove useful.
Delia lets them take her away, if she struggled it would not help anything. She just needs to last, she just needs to show him that her spirit cannot be broken. But can it? Will it? She did not know. She sends a prayer up to the Gods, not really caring who answers anymore for a little bit of help.

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Arla sighs, she is bored she has already set up her escape plan and just has to wait till night fall. The only problem is that it is still morning and these books that are in the room are dreadfully boring. She sighs as she tosses another one aside "Where is that dear Arrami, i bet he could keep me entertained for a while?" She smirks laying back and thinking some no very good thoughts about him.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

He heard the barred door slam, and after that a distinctly feminine sigh. It figured that she would be brought here. This was the cell closest to the torture cambers, and if you wanted to break someone's will, it would be here. Arrami let his hands slide over the seemingly solid stone walls, he knew that there was a narrow opening here somewhere, disgused with a magical ilussion. To open it from inside the cell required knowing that it was there, but such was not the case from the tunnels. Slowly, he leant forward, and peeked into the cell. She was still standing, would probably stand until she fell, but her face shone white against the gloom.
"Don't make a sound, lady Steeldove" he mumbled. "Just turn around slowly, and please don't be frightened."

[prophacyks]

He heard the barred door slam, and after that a distinctly feminine sigh. It figured that she would be brought here. This was the cell closest to the torture cambers, and if you wanted to break someone's will, it would be here. Arrami let his hands slide over the seemingly solid stone walls, he knew that there was a narrow opening here somewhere, disgused with a magical ilussion. To open it from inside the cell required knowing that it was there, but such was not the case from the tunnels. Slowly, he leant forward, and peeked into the cell. She was still standing, would probably stand until she fell, but her face shone white against the gloom.
"Don't make a sound, lady Steeldove" he mumbled. "Just turn around slowly, and please don't be frightened."
Her eyes are the only thing that showed recognition that she heard him, and not long after she turns towards the voice.

[Grimgor]

"I have need of you," Galaclad appears to create himself from the light in the room. Every bit of jewellery on ihs person glitters and sparkles, partially hiding his figure. This was a disguise often used to hide when he was getting tired, which was more and more often. "I have a few assignments for you. The first will be to keep an eye on the Lady Steeldove in the lower dungeons. The next will be to inform Tynan that he is to gather in as much information as he possibly can, but not break the treaty. The last is to pull everyone out of the hunt for the necklace. Focus on turning the war in our favor. Kill sentries. Ambush patrols. Kill as many Steeldoves as possible, except for the leaders. Understood?" He was never very friendly around the Hunters. The shame of using them was often enough to rid him of any courtesy, and the decisions he had made so far had left him too tired to even beign to worry about the one he was talking to.

[Aspen]

Ebony bowed gracefully to Galaclad. "Yes, my Lord. Your will shall be done." She started for the door, but stopped next to him. Never taking her eyes off of the door ahead, Ebony whispered, "You should get some rest Lord Galaclad. You look spent."
Ebony left his office and headed down to the dungeons. When she decended the main staircase, she found her second in command waiting at the bottom. He walked beside her, meeting her stride, "Send word to Tynan. Tell him that his Lord wants as much information as he can get, but it is vital that he not brake the treaty.
"And I want you to pull everyone out of the hunt for the necklace. Refocus on gaining the upper hand in this little war. Pull out the stops: kill their sentries, ambush patrols, kill of the underlings of the Steeldove scum, but leave their leaders, understood?" The man nodded and ran out the main entrence.
She made her way to the dungeons. Ebony had longed to see the Steeldove witch behind those iron bars.

[Grimgor]

"Good idea," Galaclad mouths and, as if had been a magical incantation, he dissolves into the light again.

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"Sir Kenda-"
"I am here to see the Lady."
"Cell four, Sir. You better hurry up, the other prisoners will be relocated in a few minutes."
Kendal emerges from the darkness at the other side of the bars. "Lady Steeldove?" He asks softly, as if he was afraid of being seen down there.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Hearing his brother's voice, Arrami quickly grabbed the lady's hand, pulling her swiftly through the wall. He mustn't see, mustn't understand. "I am sorry for my lack of manners, Lady Steeldove, but time is moving swiftly, and we seem to have little of it." He whispered ugently. "Do you want to get out of here?" he inquired, letting her go and backing away. "You can go back into the cell if you want to."

[prophacyks]

Hearing his brother's voice, Arrami quickly grabbed the lady's hand, pulling her swiftly through the wall. He mustn't see, mustn't understand. "I am sorry for my lack of manners, Lady Steeldove, but time is moving swiftly, and we seem to have little of it." He whispered ugently. "Do you want to get out of here?" he inquired, letting her go and backing away. "You can go back into the cell if you want to."
Delia looks back and forth for a moment, then looks at Arrami. She can see the Featherborn resemblance in him, another son "I must be crazy." She whispers, she then nods her head to tell him she will go with him

[Aspen]

Ebony made her way through the rows of cells. The prisoners hid in the shadows, trying not be catch her eye. There was no worry of that right now. The Hunter had only one prisoner she wanted to see.
As she came around the corner, just past the intarigation rooms, she stopped. "Master Kendal. What a pleasents suprise. I see you have come to make sure that Lady Steeldove is comfortable." Ebony smiled at the eldest Featherborn. They had never seen eye to eye. He followed a code of honor that hindered every step she had taken to retreive the necklace. Everything her family had died for. But even though his morals made her sick, she held her tongue. After all: he was a Featherborn, and Ebony would always be loyal to him and his family.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"It's an excellent day to be crazy" Arrami said, flashing her a sly smile. "I should know, I've been it the whole day through, and things do not seem to get better. Right now, for example, I am helping my father's arch-nemesis to escape, just when he had gotten hold of her. And I think a mysterious lady has turned my head without my consent to it. And it still early. You have to admit that it is impressing."
He led her down the dark corridors, knowing them by heart, every single one. It had taken years to learn, and he knew for sure that she would never find te way back by herself. "I am going to take you to Steeldove territory. I would advice that you find your daughter quickly, she seems to be in danger."

[Grimgor]

Kendal turned before he got a good look in the cell. How the loathed that woman. The greatest stain on the Featherborn honor. Though she served unquestionally, her way of service was despiceable. Where it not because his inner fear of facing her or others of the Hunters in melee combat outwieghted even his own honor, he would have pushed and demanded that his father released the guild from service. "Ebony," he says, bowing his head as much as courtesy demanded.

[Aspen]

"And how is our guest?" Ebony stood next to the Featherborn heir, making sure to make him as uncomfortable as possible. She looked into the cell and found that it was empty. Was this some sort of joke. Ebony whispered a few workds in a language that sounded like the wind and the cell door flew open. She stormed in and searched the emply cell, looking for any hint to where the Steeldove woman was. "Guards! Guards! Where is she? You've let her escape, you fools!" She pushed her way past Kendal to the small troup of men that worked the dungouns who had gathered around the cell. "Find her now, or you will find a worst fate than you have ever imagioned!" The tarified lot began to search the other cells for the missing prisoner.
Ebony turned her attention back to Galacad's eldest son. She eyed him up and down. Could he have had something to do with her escape? No, not likely. That would have been disobaying his fathers orders. His honor would not allow that.
She pushed past in and re-entered the cell to look more closely for clues to how she had gotten away.

[Grimgor]

Kendal looks at the cell, not really surprised. Actually a little relieved. The Lady seemed to be more resourceful than he expected. Then his curiosity took over. How could her influence extend to the Featherborn Mansion? It was in the deep of Featherborn territory, far beyond the reach of any Steeldove agent. None of the servants here would dare, or be able to, rescue her. She must be a mage. No, his father would have seen it at once. There was no way she could hae escaped, unless... She did get help. Help from someone with the time and resources to know everything about the castle and the guard shifts. Someone who, unlike his or her stature would disobey Galaclads direct orders in favour of his own whims. Someone who never liked this war in the first place... Kendal spinned on his heel and headed upstairs.

"ARRAMI!" Kendals yell echoed through the halls, in spite of the confusion already rippling through the Mansion. The rumour had travelled with the speed of the wind, reaching peoples ears at the same time as, or even before, the news of the Ladys capture. Kendal marched through the halls unhindered. No one stepped in his way as he made his way to his brother's private chambers.

[prophacyks]

"It's an excellent day to be crazy" Arrami said, flashing her a sly smile. "I should know, I've been it the whole day through, and things do not seem to get better. Right now, for example, I am helping my father's arch-nemesis to escape, just when he had gotten hold of her. And I think a mysterious lady has turned my head without my consent to it. And it still early. You have to admit that it is impressing."
He led her down the dark corridors, knowing them by heart, every single one. It had taken years to learn, and he knew for sure that she would never find te way back by herself. "I am going to take you to Steeldove territory. I would advice that you find your daughter quickly, she seems to be in danger."
Delia shakes her head "I will, may I ask why you are helping me though son of Galaclad?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami snorted. "Frankly my lady, if you allow me to speak bluntly, I do not care the least about your battle, nor have I ever encountered anything as silly. But my father acted wrongly for a man who claims to be honorable, and thus, I could not watch and do nothing. And if your daughter is in danger even though you probably were promised that she would be done no harm... Well, I have never met her, so what do I know of what kind of person she is? So should I hate her, only because she is a Steeldove, should I wish her ill? I cannot see why this should be. So I help, not because I think your cause is more just than my father's, but because I have my own."

[prophacyks]

Arrami snorted. "Frankly my lady, if you allow me to speak bluntly, I do not care the least about your battle, nor have I ever encountered anything as silly. But my father acted wrongly for a man who claims to be honorable, and thus, I could not watch and do nothing. And if your daughter is in danger even though you probably were promised that she would be done no harm... Well, I have never met her, so what do I know of what kind of person she is? So should I hate her, only because she is a Steeldove, should I wish her ill? I cannot see why this should be. So I help, not because I think your cause is more just than my father's, but because I have my own."
"Either way, I thank you for this. I am just feeling a bit ashamed now because my tactic's were not going to be much different. This just shows me now that there is honer in your family, and that things need to start changing. This war has to stop, but I just do not know how. Both famliys want this necklace and neither want to step back from it." Sadness grows on her face.

[Aspen]

Ebony searched the empty cell in a fit of rage. She found no fisical evendence to indicate where she had gone. The straw on the floor hadn't been desturbed. The dust on the stone walls still lay thick on each stone. She turned to the guards who stood at the cell door. "Go and fetch me my hunters." After they both ran off in different directions, ebony turned her attention back to the cell. "You think you've out smarted my, don't you Steeldove wentch. But you underestimate me. I haven't given so much of my self just to have you slip between my fingers. I will find you." After a few deep breaths Ebony had calmed herself. She raised her hands and whispered a spell. The secret passage enterence started to glow green. the head of the hunters smiled.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Well, I met a young lady with a quite interesting suggestion" Arrami said with a big smile. He REALLY liked that girl. "Because if your daughter and dear ol' Kendal would... shall we call it "join forces"?... well, then the problem would be solved. 'Problem is that my father would probably eat a gullydwarf before he let that happen. I don't know aout you, though, but that could be a solution."
He suddenly stopped by an old staicase that spiraled upwards from the tunnel. "Here we are. If you don't mind, I will be going up here as well. Don't want to run into anything unpleasant down here. You know, they have probably found out by now, so... And I'll just take the fastest way to Featherborn territory. Your guards really do not mind me anymore, since they know me to be a notorious flirt an visitor of various clubs all around tows. And if I'm lucky, I could pretend that I've only been out doing immoral stuff."

[prophacyks]

Look of relief shows on her face "Arla she is ok, good." As she listens to the plan he tells her she nods her head sadly "Yes, I understand and it would make sense that a necklace built on love should be found together by both familys and kept with both of them. But I will not pressure my daughter into marrying someone like him, she is to marry whom she sees fit. Will this ever end?" She sighs.

She then smiles "Oh so you are the heartthrob that has been getting all my girls in a flutter as of late. You need not worry though, for this you will have access to my lands as long as your swear not to use it for any evil acts."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Oho, so she indeed does know you" he grinned. "I almost thought so. She seemed to keep a lot more secret than she let show of. And a marriage that wasn't out of love wouldn't agree with the magic of the neclace, now would it? But it is an idea... And who knows? We might be lucky... But I thank you for your kindness, mylady, and promise that I won't break the hearts of ALL little girls around here.."

[prophacyks]

"Oho, so she indeed does know you" he grinned. "I almost thought so. She seemed to keep a lot more secret than she let show of. And a marriage that wasn't out of love wouldn't agree with the magic of the neclace, now would it? But it is an idea... And who knows? We might be lucky... But I thank you for your kindness, mylady, and promise that I won't break the hearts of ALL little girls around here.."
"Well we can see what happens, it would also be a matter of getting the two together with out them fighting." She sighs, then smiles at his comment "I worry not about the girls just you if you somehow manage to break Arla's. I have seen her do some damage to men who have done less then break her heart."

[Aspen]

Ebony and a group of 6 Hunters entered to secret passage. The tunnel ran past the entrence from the cell. "You three go to the left, the rest of you go to the right. If you find the Steeldove witch, I want her alive. Stop at nothing to bring her to me. I will make it worth your while. Now go."
As her men ran through the secret passages, Ebony made her way back into the cell that had had never failed to hold a prisoner before. When her hunters returned, she would have the escape rout seal. Oh, how she loathed that woman for escaping. They had underestimated her. Underestimated her conections. She must have had help.
Ebony needed to think about this, but first she would needed a stress reliever. She walked over to the interigation room. There, an interigater was trying to get a young man to divulge information about the Steeldoves. "Leave us." She ordered. "I will take care of this one myself." The underling scuried away like the rat he was. She grabbed his arm as he past her. Never taking her eyes of the young man tied to the chair in the middle of the small room, she softly whispered, "And shut the door on your way out."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami's eyes became very round and innocent, as he led the lady through a door and out on a courtyard in front of an old, deserted building. "Now, I would never do that! The merest suggestion of it! I like that girl, and I am most certainly not heartless. But now I must leave, mylady. I hope that you know the way back from here, if not, you may have help from the guard that should be posted on that roof, watching us in this very moment." He pointed. "And soon I do believe I have another lady to meet , so I'll have to run. Farewell!"

[prophacyks]

Arrami's eyes became very round and innocent, as he led the lady through a door and out on a courtyard in front of an old, deserted building. "Now, I would never do that! The merest suggestion of it! I like that girl, and I am most certainly not heartless. But now I must leave, mylady. I hope that you know the way back from here, if not, you may have help from the guard that should be posted on that roof, watching us in this very moment." He pointed. "And soon I do believe I have another lady to meet , so I'll have to run. Farewell!"
"I am sure I can find my own way, be careful and watch over Arla." She says to him then starts heading for her home.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Heading home, Arrami pulled a hip-flask out of his pocket, sprinkling himself with drops of alcohol and taking a small mouthful. The he rumpled his clothes a bit, and messed up his hair. Hopefully this would make anyone suspicious believe that he had only been out on one of his usual rounds. He would have to make an appearance at the castle before meeting up with Arla, who by now should've been able to escape, since he did not think that jis father had posted any guards under the window. Arrami was probably the one who was going to have to take the blame when they found out about it, but then again, he usually got the blame for a lot of things.
Nodding absently towards the guard, he walked up the courtyard, having the feeling that someone was going to be waiting for him...

[Grimgor]

"ARRAMI!" Once again, Kendals shout echoes through the halls as he goes straight for his younger brother. "I need to talk to you," he says, barely restraining himself. "now. In my room." He turns and starts heading towards his private chambers, not even turning to see if his brother followed.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Oops..." Arrami muttered, following his brother with a sigh. When they where younger, Kendal used to tease him with that he believed his younger brother to be the result of an unlikely affair between his father and a kender, since he was always so reckless. Nowadays, Kendal never teased or laughed at him. In fact, Kendal rarely laughed at all. And Arrami was beginning to miss his old big-brother, the one that wouldn't yell or look at him with that face of reproach and anger. Not that he thought his brother to be a bad person nowadays, he just missed the child he once had been.

[Grimgor]

Once they reach the chambers, Kendal makes sure that the servants are out of the way, before turning to Arrami. He seemed to have calmed down now. "I know you never liked the necklace struggle. I know you want to see it gone and I know you less than approve of fathers methods. Neither do I. However you came to look and smell like that, I don't know. But it was not from last night, I saw you earlier in the morning. I don't know if you know it, but under fathers orders, I captured the Lady Steeldove and brought her here. Father tried to negotiate, but the Lady would not bend from the decisions that keeps this war going. So, the threw her in the dungeon to use as blackmail against the Steeldoves, to put a close to this. But, strangely enough, under anything but direct observation, in the deep dungeons, she escaped in less than ten minutes. Brother, do you know any of this?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Lady Steeldove? Brother, what are you on about? I've just been out for... uhm, you might call it 'a quick one', and I return to have you howling like a speared hog and ranting on about the Steeldoves. What has father done now?"
The anger in his voice was real: Old pent-up anger against this bloody feud and his brother being such an idiot.
I heard that conversation, he thought furiously to himself. Father is keeping this war going just as much as lady Steeldove! How can you not see? Are you really that brainwashed? This war isn't about right versus wrong, brother, and you are a fool if you cannot see it. This is about hunger for power versus hunger for power. And it will never end unless we finally resolve upon joining forces!

[Aspen]

Ebony exited the torcher chanber calm with a slight smile on her face. "He knew nothing. Despose of the body." She ordered the interigator who waited outside the door.
When she re-entered the cell that once held Lady Steeldove, Ebony found all 6 of her hunters standing formation. Not one could look her in the eye. "Where is she?" Ebony whispered. The senior of the group stepped forward. "We could not...." before he finished his sentence, Ebony slapped him across the face with the back of her hand. "Seal the hole and take your places at the front lines. You 6 have just won the privilage of leading an attack on the Steeldove taritory."
Ebony made her way up to Sir Galaclad's private chambers. He would have to be told of Delia Steeldove's escape. She knocked on the massive oak doors that lead to his rooms, and waited for a reply.

[Grimgor]

The doors opens without a sound. Inside the luxurious room, witnessing the inhabitents obvious wealth, Galaclad is sitting in a chair. "I am trying to get a bit of rest. Unless you are trying to make me believe that the Lady has escaped, I cannot see the need for this disturbance."

[Aspen]

The doors opens without a sound. Inside the luxurious room, witnessing the inhabitents obvious wealth, Galaclad is sitting in a chair. "I am trying to get a bit of rest. Unless you are trying to make me believe that the Lady has escaped, I cannot see the need for this disturbance."Ebony entered Lord Glalclad's chamber and with a flick of her wrist, the great doors closed silently behind her. She stood before him, meeting his gaze, "My Lord. I'm affaid that is exactly why I an here. It seems that the Lady Steeldove escaped through a secret passage way. I had my men follow, but they could not locate the prisoner."

[Grimgor]

For a second, Galaclads gaze pierce through Ebonys mind, tracing the truth, looking for lies. Then he gets up. "Get Kendal and my officers up here now. Have your Hunters look through the entire Featherborn territory. Use those tunnels. Give up the hunt when every inch of ground where you can go has been searched."

[Aspen]

Ebony could feel Galaclad search her mind. He would find nothing. He never found anything that she didn't want him to see. She almost enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse, though she was not sure if he knew that she was playing.
"Yes, my Lord." As she turned and walked away, Ebony turned the ring on her pinky, vanishing before she reached the door.
Ebony reappeared outside the door that led to the private chambers of the eldest Featherborn. She knocked on the door, and waited of a response.

[Grimgor]

Kendal motions for Arrami to stay where he is, then goes to open the door. "Can I help you?" He asks.

[Aspen]

"Your father requests your presents Master Kendal and that of his officers immediately." Ebony reported and turned to leave but thought better of it and stopped. "Will you require my assistance Master Kendal?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Yes. He will probably want to have me assasined soon enough..." Arrami muttered under his breath, and then added in a louder voice "Go on brother. I will wait for the entrancing story of what I am supposed to have done with the lady Steeldove as soon as all your big brother bussines is over. Ánd I assure you, I will wait most eagerly."

[Aspen]

Ebony turned back and looked Kendal in the eye. "I would be very interested to hear such a story and I'm sure your father would as well." She cocked her head and spoke load enough that she was sure the middle Featherborn son could hear her, never braking eye contact with his older sibling, "Perhaps Master Arrami would like to explain his part in the goings on of Lady Steeldove's escape?"

[Grimgor]

"My brother Arrami has had nothing to do with the escape of the Lady, and it is not your place to question the Featherborns. Tell my father I will be with him shortly." He turns while he closes the door. For a second he looks at Arrami, then his eyes shift to something behind Arrami. A short expression of surprise crosses his face. "It is very inpolite to lie to the servants, Kendal. Arrami, I would indeed be very interested in this story. Want to tell us? Don't sorry, she won't hear a word. I've already seen to that."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami gasped in surprise. "You? What are you doing here? And who are these?" He stole a glance at his big-brother. He didn't seem to be taking this intrution on their conversation. His face was white as chalk, and his gaze was forbidding. He did not like eaves-droppers, even if it happened to be his own father.

[Aspen]

As the door shut, Ebony could feel the tingle of a spell being cast. The Hunter smiled to herself. There ws no need for her to run Kendal's message to his father. He would soon be speaking with Galaclad in person. She turned on her heel and marched back down the grand staircase, out the front door and up to one of the Featherborns officers. "His Lord Galaclad requests the presents of his officers emmediatly in his office." The man nodded and marched of towards a group of officers who had just road through the front gates.
With this little taske compleated, Ebony turned the ring on her pinky and vanished.

[Grimgor]

Galaclad puts his hand on Arramis shoulder. "Don't worry son. If your explaination is plausible, you have nothing to fear." (OOC: he was the one talking just before, if anyone doubts it)

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

(OOC: Got a bit confused there, I have to admit. Edited, though...)

IC: Arrami recovered quickly. "I have no idea what you are on about, I tell you. I was just out being an irresponible youth, nothing else. Will you please wxplain to me what all this business with Lady Steeldove is all about? I would very much like to know, actually, although I have a feeling I might not like it." He crossed his arms over his chest, chalanging his father's gaze. He had never looked away in front of that iron-hard gaze, no matter what he was accused with. He remembered the man that used to carry him on his back when he was smaller, when he hadn't yet been granted knowledge of the feud, when the world was simple and happy. He couldn't fear that man.

[Grimgor]

"This morning, the Lady Steeldove was captured. This morning, she disappeared. Like I already told you, brother. You're alibi with drinking last night is not good enough, because I saw you earlier this morning. Originally, I merely wanted to know if you had contacts to any shady types, but since you seem forced to lie this is becoming more serious." Kendal answers. Having recovered from the surprise of his father, he resumes where he was interrupted.

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"But I WASN'T out drinking last night!" Arrami exclaimed with an exasperated sigh. "But I slunk out to meet some girls that usually are REALLY nice to me just after you had sent me away to take that spying servant to a room. I have not been away for very long at all! Just enough to miss the impossible-to-capture Lady Steeldove getting captuered, obviously." he shrugged, shaking his head slightly. "But how did you manage anyway? I never really got what was going on."

[Grimgor]

Kendal and his father exchange glances. "You're right, Arrami. I'm sorry,"Galaclad seems to sink into himself again. "I was wrong to suspect you. But I need to know: Do you know anyone, anyone at all, that might want to help free the Lady?"

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

Arrami shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I associate with some Steeldove-supporters sometimes, but they wouldn't reveal anything to me, would they? I mean, they just think that I'm a good drinking-partner, and as long as drinking is all I do it is fine with them. But I cannot say that I can think of anyone that could possibly have access to Featherborn territory."

[Aspen]

Ebony entered the tunnels with 40 of her best hunters. There was no way that she would miss even the smallest clue as to Who had helped the Steeldove escape and if she was within the Featherborn teritory, the Hunters would find her. The group of scoured the secret corrador, but only the only clues they found were trails in the dust. That is until the exit into the alley way was found.
"Ebony, we have found something mylady." One of the senior mages whispered. Ebony followed him to a small door discissed as a stone wall. Ebony pushed the door open and stepped into the alley. The small passage way was right on the Featherborn/Steeldove border. Her men were just about to follow her out when she spun around and held up her hand, hulting them in their tracks. Ebony reaches down and pulls a small scrap of fabric, no more than a few threads really, from the door jam. She holds it up to the light. It is fine linnen. Smiling she points to the three eldest mages. "You three will come with me to the labratory. The rest of you, keep searching for her."

[dotes]

Were is she. I can smell a buitaful girl in the dark shatows? Well Bostly where is she? She is there my rat saids so, Bostly said in a rusty vose. Three oreks ran over there. Bostly started to run. Where is she Bostly? Bostly, find him.

[Grimgor]

"Okay, thank you Arrami. We will leave you in peace now. Kendal, come with me. We will start a new tactics to end this war now that this way failed." Galaclad talks, obviously having a bad taste in his mouth over what he was forced to do. Kendal also looks more than a little unnerved, but he still turns to leave the room. On the way out, Galaclad turns. "Arrami, would you mind helping the Hunters? You know the area better than anyone else."

[AmimiquaiBleeder]

"Aaaw, dad, how boring!" Arrami grinned broadly at his father's scowl. "But I will try to find them, and give to them of my never-ending wisdom and knowledge, as soon as I've gotten myself out of these liquor-stinking rags."
He bowed at both his father and brother, turning up the corridor en-route to his own room.

[Master_of_the_lance]

A bell rings out throughout the city. Showing that one side had found the necklace but others head. One clan sutis up as do the others and the advance to the border line where the necklace is being fought for. Banners fly high every where and the sounds of marching armies ring out horns drums and flute make music as the to sides calm. When both reach the line double drums are heard nad arrows fly from each side. The leaders of all on each side of there army. The public retreat into there houses and hide for the best they can. Volley after Volley hit as few men fall each time. Finally there are a sound of a yelling mounted older man and two horns. The first Calvry of Featherborn charges. The plow threw the first line of infantry but are met bye spears. The old leader rolls off his horse and Stabs at the first man he see the two armys then charge one another. The featherborn brothers fight close together side bye side almost. So does the lady and her daughter. After almost an hour of battle the armys fall back for more supplies it turns into hidden warfare. Man after man fall to hidden soldiers. They reassemble and meet in the streets. The leader of featherborns sees the ghostly minnon they inter lock in a magic duel of wills many are killed in this the streets clear as they duke it out. The soliders flee into pepoles homes killing ht public ofr cover. The normal pepole are faced to take up arms to defend there familiys. Blast after blast the Magic begins to work agiasnst one anoteer. Finally the middle featherborn rushes into the mist of the magic pushing away his father and locks into the ghostly thing. With a powerful charge the ghost falls but over exertation cause him to die also. The elder brother goes into rage. He kills left to right over and over. The youngest feather born and the duagter of the other meet in battle neiether wnat to fight but both see it nessesary they bopth hesitate and are killed bye arrows of each others sides. Battle rages and man afetr man falls the Father of featherborn and mother of other mind the necklace. They begin to fight slowly. The eldest featherborn races on and on he takes wound after wound but keeps fighting. Later in the battle of the two leaders. They both grab the necklace and look into one naothers eyes hatred is all that is shown the great hatred of the sides clash as bright light starts to ray the dead bodies. The neckla ce changes colors twice nad then mass energy flows threw the city it destroys everything it kills everytihng everyone. The necklace was made bye to that loved and destryed the city bye two that hated. For the search for power cause anger that caused hatred that caused all of there destruction. The power of the necklace was bye the denial of power hte humbleness the hapiness the love of two. Two differnet paths two diffenent goals. Two differnet outcomes. The gods watched the story and used it as an example.
The Cleric closed he huge book and looked at the pepole and the children. This story is true dear pepole I cna say because my great great great uncle as the eldest featherborn. The truth is humble yourself and you will be honored. Honor yourself and you will be humbled. Thank the gods for waht you have and ask for nomore. He looked over the huge crowds and then said or face the tradgedy these pepole did.