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    Towards a distant town in the northern province of Aurostar, a faithful warhorse carried its war-weary rider. All around them the dying sunlight illuminated the land, casting dramatic shadows and setting the sky aglow with fiery light. Mere miles away, rolling hills gave way to sharp inclines, which in turn became lofty peaks that dominated the skyline. Before that point, the foothills were occasionally interrupted by clusters of pine trees, and winding tributaries which ran down from the mountains to eventually converge into one wide river. The sight of these landmarks combined was something that people often travelled great distances to marvel at, and was one of the things that the northern province was well known for.


    The woman on horseback paid no attention to the view, however, save for the occasional glance she spared for her immediate surroundings (she did not want to be followed, and riding out on the flat land before the mountains left her feeling rather exposed). This mountainous region was her homeland, and the sight of the rivers and foothills a familiar one, so the once-impressive scenery now had a more mundane feel to it in the eyes of the wandering warrior.


    Besides, Lillian Walker had her sights set elsewhere; the town of Swiftwater was her destination, marked by the distant cluster of lights next to the great river for which it had been named. The riverside town was a lonely little place, its position at the border of the kingdom effectively isolating it from many of the other settlements nearby; its closest neighbours were several leagues away, and the trade routes rarely included it. Luckily, Lillian's reason for seeking out the place was for nothing so mundane as trading. She had been following the trail left by a group of the Queen's men, and the rumours and sightings had eventually pointed her to her current destination. Until recently the Queen had left the town of Swiftwater alone, but had now apparently decided that having men stationed near the border would be useful for- well. Lillian wasn't entirely sure what the Queen had been thinking, sending a troupe of soldiers so far out into the wilderness of the north, but she was determined to find out when she finally caught up with them.


    By the time she reached Swiftwater, however, the light had already completely died, and any hope of gathering any useful information that day along with it. She hadn't seen any sign of the Queen's men when she had lead her horse to the stables, but Lillian hoped that that didn't mean that the trail had gone cold. For all she knew, they might have moved on already, or they might have bypassed the town altogether. Still, there was nothing much she could do about it now, so she settled for finding a place to stay for the night instead.


    Fortunately, she didn't have to look very far, as it quickly became apparent that Swiftwater only had one place to stay. The Riverside Arms was a rickety little building that also apparently doubled as a tavern, and was rather busy by the time Lillian entered and made her way over to the bar. While she settled down to wait for the innkeeper to see to her, she cast a wary look around at the revellers and other people in the inn, trying not to draw too much attention to herself as she did so. This was somewhat difficult given that she hadn't yet had the chance to remove her travelling gear, but then again, she didn't look too out of place when compared to some of the more outlandish folks who were sitting nearby. Content that none of them currently posed a threat to her, she lowered her gaze and turned back to innkeeper.


    OOC: A bit of a beefy post to set the scene. I'll kick off the action once everyone's had the chance to introduce their characters and get them settled in Swiftwater c:

    Johnathan had already arrived at the inn, and was living things up in his favorite way, he was gambling away his money like there was no tomorrow and downing a couple ales in the process. He knew his tolerance well and had only had two ales, he had to keep himself from having more than four or he'd be useless in his mission in the small town, he intended to find and eliminate a troop of men sent from the Queen herself. He wanted to prove himself in combat, and he knew he could take on a couple standard grunts who were unlucky enough to be sent to this little place.
    He let out a loud, happy laugh as he won the round of cards, he'd made a profit of two hundred coins. Despite his lack of intelligence and many different places, he was nearly an expert with money, counting it, adding it, dividing it, even when things went below the normal amount. He didn't consider a strength, because despite his ability to inventory money, he had no skill with managing it all, gambling drained him dry in the end... it always did.
    He kept his eyes on a new person who entered the tavern, but as it had through out the night, his gaze landed on a group of the troop sent to this normally quiet little place. In such a small town the news of real soldiers spread fast, he took a moment to fold in the card game he was playing and excuse himself from the table as he moved closer to the soldiers, giving the pretense of trying to get a tavern wench's attention...

    Raisa was only passing through Swiftwater. Her ultimate destination was to far for her to continue for the day so she stopped at the lonely town. Swiftwater was on the way and conveniently she had heard rumors of queens soldiers in the area. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to see what kind of information she could gather. Small places like this love there gossip. She arrived as the sun started to set and decided to look around the town while there was still light out. Once the last of the sky's color diminished she entered the tavern. Raisa entered the tavern and as she was expecting at this time of night, was crowded and load. It was making her anxious but she wanted to ask about local gossips and this was the best place. She kept to the less crowed areas and asked around. After sometime she finally found a non crowded area for her to relax and observe. nothing seemed that out of place. There was drunks and gamblers. There seemed to be a couple queer folks around but aside from that normal, for now anyway. With nothing out of place and the crowed still bugging her she decided to step outside and watch to see who all enters. She leaned up against the wall beside the door and waited. It was dark but felt nice out to her, comfortable.

    At the back of the Tavern and at a table away from the other folks, there was a man who was sitting with his head down, his hood blocking his face. The man let out a sigh, pulling his mask a down a little as he pulled a drink of ale to his lips. He was thankful that he did not bump into the Queen's Guards, but at the same time he wanted to know why his mother stationed them here. Garroth placed his mask up again as he placed his ale down, glancing around the tavern.


    He was surprised that it was so lively, however he decided to not to join in. Garroth needed to keep a low profile, the last thing he needed was to be recognized or have attention drawn to him, so he just decided to watch the people enjoy themselves. At least for now I can enjoy a small break. I should get moving and check on those guards. He thought to himself, as he'd stretched a little in his seat before standing up from his seat.


    The assassin moved slowly, keeping a reasonable pace and keeping his head down as he walked through the bar.

    [center][fancypost=width:550px][align=justify][font=Georgia][color=white]It was happenstance that Marwin Ghislaine found himself in this town not too far- relatively speaking- from his ruined home. It had been many years since the image of that great charred skeleton standing forlorn against the cruel blue sky had passed through his mind, and when he felt it beginning to form he pushed it back without mercy. Instead he let his mind be filled by the dramatic flare of the sunset he walked toward, casting long shadows across the stark, rocky landscape. The town which was his destination was silhouetted there, a perfect black cutout from the fiery orb that rested against the most distant of the mountains. He might make it there by dark, but it would be close.


    It was happenstance because, for the last several years, there had been no pattern to his wandering; it was, after all, not the destination but the wandering itself which benefitted him. He had taken to camping at the roadside with a magical fire to keep him warm; the act of sleeping on stone or hard-packed dirt was very pleasing to the ascetic monk in him, and it allowed him to pass through towns that he might otherwise have been forced to stop in. Solitude, as far as Marwin was concerned, was always better than the alternative.


    That wasn't going to be possible tonight, though. Tonight was going to be an inn night. What was the name of the town he was headed to? Honestly, he wasn't sure; he had become such a self-contained unit that he had all but detached himself from the outside world. He was equally ignorant of the current state of politics; the only thing that mattered to him was whether the traitor Queen was still in power, and he could see that from the banners on the signposts he passed and those carried by the black riders who would pass him on the road. They would pass him, and he would drop the portcullis on his mental fortress and feel none of the hate he wanted to feel. They, on the other hand, never gave him a second glance. Just a harmless monk.


    One day soon he would show them what this harmless monk could do. Soon, but not yet.


    Marwin left the familiar wilderness behind and walked through the gate into the much less familiar environment of the town. The lanterns were burning just high enough to show him where his feet were falling, and he followed the signs to the tavern. A low, ugly building hunched at the edge of the river, it seemed decidedly less inviting than a bedroll under an outcropping of stone, but he reminded himself that this, too, was a trial. Squaring his shoulders, he pulled his hood up and stepped into the smokey interior.


    No gazes fell upon him. He glanced around, taking stock of his surroundings, and found little of interest. Drawing his cloak about him so that only the bottom of his face was visible from under his hood, he found a seat far from the fire, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

    The male had been traveling along on foot; for his dragon was not big enough yet for him to even begin riding it. However, once reaching a certain capacity; he knew he'd be able to ride her. Before his entire Tribe had been wiped out, he had been taught how to ride a dragon. Most of the techniques and maneuvers just seemed to come naturally to the garnet-eyed male. He had of course heard from others that the Queen had just now stationed her troops near the border. It may have seemed like a somewhat clever idea; however, he felt as if that clearly wasn't thought through so much. At least, in his opinion. He'd most definitely set the guards up elsewhere; like the main trade route, or something, but not in a place such as Swiftwater. However, he felt as if he was glad that she had intended to set it up in such a strange place; for it'd be worse for him if not. Seeing as he didn't see eye-to-eye with the Queen at all, for she was the reason his entire Tribe had been eradicated. But that wasn't the only reason he despised the Queen, for he despised her not only for destroying his entire family, but for her ways in general. He didn't much even consider her a Queen, but only depicted her that way to not draw attention or to be punished. He was clever enough to keep his mouth shut when need be. He knew better than to run his mouth, however, he did most definitely think what he had meant to say, so that made him feel much better about keeping quiet. The one thing he was truly thankful for was that the Dark Queen hadn't taken Azure from him... At that point, he wouldn't even really be needed. He needed his drake to harness his draconic abilities.


    "Is that it?" A voice spoke from beside him. Azure... Akira possessed a special ability to be able to communicate with dragons, and thus could understand as well speak dragon-speak. The other perk was that he could legitimately harness into their thoughts; however, not particularly liking to do that since he views it as an invasion of privacy. However, if need be, he most definitely would. Now reviewing the question his dragon had asked; he looked out before him. Indeed, it must have been Swiftwater. He knew so from examining the land around; for they matched the pictures shown to him. He would look, frankly, quite weird walking around with a dragon by his side, so Azure had been covered in a cloak. They looked like a mysterious bunch; which he didn't necessarily approve of, however, it was better than being the center of attention thanks to the flying lizard that was beside him. He didn't want to get into any scuffle because of it, either, and he most definitely wouldn't make her wait away from the place. Soon walking along; he spotted the inn. Wincing in a bit of disgust; for he knew that must have been the only place he could stay at, he tentatively stepped inside. Azure soon copied him; even stepping inside tentatively alongside him.

    Johnathan had taken a new seat in the tavern, one closer to the guards he was seeking to interrogate... they had yet to even glance at him, much less realize his attention. He had a plan to get what he wanted to know out of them of course, and he approached them, a friendly, warm smile on his face as he did, "Greetings, gents, any of you up for a quick card game?"He gave him the most charming smile he could muster for men he despised so much and gestured at the table he'd been sitting at with his head. There were just enough tables for them to all fit there, and seeing as this fellow just seemed like a friendly mercenary, the guards headed over to the table with them.


    The card game began with Johnathan dealing, it was a card game known as Bornul, something unique to this kingdom alone, and something he'd played for many years. On the surface it was simple, a card game where you sort of... 'summoned' creatures, the cards enchanted to project a small picture of the creature to add some fun effects to it. But when it got down to it, it was a game about strategy, and Johnathan knew strategy, he easily wiped out the guards in the game and earned himself quite a bit of money. The men were too wasted to get properly angry at this point, and he took advantage of their loose tongues, "So, why're you three assigned to this quaint little town?"


    Geoffrey, one of the guards in the group who was unfortunately bad at Bornul responded first, "We been sent 'ere cause The Queen 'eard about some rumor. Supposedly she found out where 'er son is, but I don't believe it a for a second... to be honest with ya I only took the job because it payed well." His tongue rattled on as he spilled the beans, whispering, "I think the queen's getting desperate in her search to find the boy..." He then let out boisterous laughter, Johnathan and the other two men joining in, though the laugh plastered on Johnathan's face was nowhere near his eyes.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]Atlanta sat in the corner of the inn, bright green oculars sweeping the growing crowd. Soon the inn would be too crowded to move in. In both arms, she clutched her bow, and anyone who looked at her would probably doubt that she could possibly handle the thing due to her small stature and utter lack of defined muscle mass. A grayish mass of fur laid quietly content beside her chair, a wolf that she called Vilkas. That would likely strike most of the people in the tavern as odd, but it wasn't like most of them had any room to speak because to her they all appeared rather queer too.


    She silently observed as Jonathan approached the soldiers, easily catching onto his plan before he even had time to switch seats twice. A small grin appeared on her face as the giant man misled information out of the drunken soldiers. She had little ability to read lips, but if the soldiers had come to a town as small as Swiftwater, she could guess what they were doing. Although, that guess probably wouldn't be right. Losing interest, she stared forward once more and sunk into her seat, suddenly finding herself tired from the day.

    Garroth froze as he heard the discussion between the guards and the shield bearer. How in Gaia did she lock on to him? He made sure to becareful. He needed to go in a different way.


    The young man turned around, heading for a back passage of the tavern. He didn't wish to wait, he moved as swift as he could, trying to keep very little attention on himself.


    "'ere young fellow! Would you care to join us in this game?" One of the drunken soldiers bekoned him to join. Garroth turned around to face the table, bowing slightly. "I am dearly sorry, I would like to but I have business to attend elsewere." He told them with fake sincerity.

    Lillian finished her conversation with the innkeeper - procuring a bed for the night had been a bit trickier than usual, given how busy the inn had become - just in time to hear a particularly loud bout of cursing and muttering coming from one corner of the tavern. She turned around with a frown, before she realised the source of the commotion to be a group of men who she hadn't spotted with her first glance around the room. The fact that they were obviously warriors of some kind would have meant little to her, had it not been for the partially-obscured crests on their armour that betrayed their allegiance. Lillian's blood ran cold, and her eyes narrowed. These were the Queen's men that she had been tracking for days.


    Before she could make any move towards them, however, another man beat her to it. It took her a couple of moments, but she eventually placed him as one of the odder characters she'd seen when first entering the tavern. Not wanting to get into an altercation with an unknown thrown into the mix, Lillian settled for casting a sullen look in their direction before settling down to eavesdrop. Luckily she was sitting quite close to them, and was able to make out most of what the stranger and the Queen's men were saying. A boy, they said? Lillian wasn't entirely certain who the soldiers were referring to, but had her suspicions. There had been rumours circulating for a while about a missing heir; that the queen had a son, and that he had ran away after the takeover. If that was the case, then good for him, Lillian thought. Anyone who caused the Queen distress was an ally in her eyes.


    It was at that moment that a young man swept past her, momentarily obscuring her view of the soldiers, before he himself was hailed down by one of them. Even from where she was sitting, Lillian noticed the way that one of the slightly less drunk men stared at the stranger in front of her for a couple of moments, before his eyes went wide in recognition and he shouted; "Hey, you, wait just a second! You're... you're him!"


    He leaped to his feet and reached for his sword, fumbling for a few seconds before succeeding drawing it. Around him his fellow soldiers blinked stupidly up at their comrade, before realising that they too were supposed to be doing something, and followed suit. As inebriated as they were, they didn't seem much of a threat at a glance, but they definitely had the advantage of numbers over their target. Lillian shook her head, shot an apologetic glance to the innkeeper, then reached for her own bastard sword. She drew it and stood in one fluid movement, glaring down at the group of ten soldiers. Regardless of who this stranger was (the Queen's boy perhaps, judging by the soldier's reaction to his presence) she couldn't just leave him to fend for himself against this rabble.


    "Back off, you cretins," she growled, stepping forwards and gritting her teeth. Inwardly, she sighed. So much for a quiet evening's rest after a long day of travel.

    [center][fancypost=width:550px][align=justify][font=Georgia][color=white]A twinge of intuition led Marwin to open his eyes just in time to witness the conflict escalate; a shield-maiden squaring off against a company of soldiers wearing the traitor Queen's black emblem. All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the tavern was icy-sharp- bare blades did have a tendency to do that. He was conflicted: anyone opposing the Queen was a friend, surely, but he had sworn not to involve himself in any small battles until the opportunity came for him to win the war.


    But he saw the soldiers advance and knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if, by inaction, he allowed another human being to come to harm at the hands of the Queen's men. Standing, he threw his cloak back over his shoulders and strode forward. One hand, almost subconsciously, touched the amethyst at the peak of the diadem on his forehead, the diadem that had once belonged to his mother. He didn't place himself beside the shield-maiden (as he thought of her), but instead flanked the dark men and, focusing his energy, let out a controlled flash of blue light from his left hand. For a moment every shadow in the room stood out in stark contrast, and the soldiers spun to face him.


    Focusing his will from a place secure within his mental fortress, Marwin summoned an orb of whirling storm-energy to his other hand. It crackled and threw off white sparks, casting a ghastly light across his face.


    "You heard the lady; back off," he said in a calm monotone. "You aren't welcome here."

    The assassin placed his hands up, taking off his mask and giving a small fake smile as they point their weapons. He moved forward in front of Lillian, turning to her with a smile and then turns his attention to the guards. "Gentleman! Could we perhaps take this dispute outside? We wouldn't want to ruin this tavern or your reputation as guards, but then again.. you are already doing that." He smirked, moving a hand to a pouch on his belt.


    "Come with us quietly, your Highness! The Queen requires you to be taken back!" A guard speaks up in a irritated tone, holding his weapon firmly. "Sorry, but no can do, as much it was lovely to speak to you all, I must be off!" He grabbed a small smoke bomb from the pouch, and threw it at the ground. As soon as, the smoke poured out, he made a break for the exit as quick as he could. The drunken guards coughed hoarsely, trying to pin point which way the Queens son went

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]A shout drew Atlanta's attention back to reality, and she looked around frantically for a millisecond before her gaze landed upon the drunken soldiers, who were drawing their swords. Another voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked over to see Lillian with her sword unsheathed as well. Atlanta, wondering what she should do, stood and instinctively reached for her arrows. She didn't exactly have the most positive opinion of the traitor Queen or her servants, and so did not hesitate to raise her bow at the soldiers. "I'd suggest you take the lady's advice and stand down," she spoke coolly. Her faithful wolf companion rose to his feet as well and began to growl at the soldiers. Her aim unerring, she moved her arrow so that if she released it, the arrow would pierce the stomach of the least intoxicated soldier.


    However, before anything else could happen, the Queen's son was trying to convince the guards to take the altercation outside, and as soon as they refused, a small explosion went off and smoke began to billow out into the room. Atlanta lowered her bow, now confused as to what should happen now that the assassin had pretty much disappeared. Her glance flickered back and forth between Lillian and Marwin, wondering what they would do as well.

    As smoke filled the room Johnathan moved, he didn't care for the fact that he was taking down guards after The Queen's son as he grabbed one of the guards and slammed him in to a table. The smoke begin to clear and people saw what Johnathan had done, the chaos was instantaneous, one moment the guards were staring in disbelief, the next he shoving them into each other, other tavern patrons joining in the fight. No one was a fan of the soldiers, and they fought desperately as drunkards and those who weren't quite lost in ale attacked, using chairs, stools, or just themselves as weapons. Of course in the end it just became a good old tavern brawl, people swinging wildly without caring who they struck, men shoved over and trampled in the chaos.


    A tavern brawl wasn't what he came here for. He'd gotten his information and dealt with the soldiers in his own way, and now Johnathan was punching his way to the exit, occasionally using a chair if fists failed. He stumbled out of the door after taking out at least a dozen people, panting, the fight had broken out so quickly, as if he'd dropped a piece of meat into water full of piranhas. He leaned against the wall of the tavern, and placed a hand to his throbbing temple, somebody'd hit him with a chair as he was headed out, and a trickle of red was coming into his vision, he saw the world as red for a moment then wiped the blood out of his eyes.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]Thanks to the giant man that had gotten the info from the Queen's soldiers, a fight broke out in the inn. Absolutely amazing. Thankfully, due to her short height, Atlanta was able to stick to the wall and make her way to the inn's open door, Vilkas following behind her. She and her wolf escaped without a scratch, much to their fortune. She looked around for a moment, noticing the giant man leaning against the wall. She could see that he was bleeding from somewhere on his head. The short blonde made her way over and looked up at the man, who was over a foot taller than herself. She was almost tempted to be intimidated, but she was preoccupied with the notion of healing his wound. "H-here, I can help." Standing on the tips of her toes and reaching up as far as she possibly could, Atlanta hovered her hand over Jonathan's wound. It healed almost instantaneously, and she settled back down onto her feet quickly as her ankles could no longer take standing like that. As soon as she landed back down, a different expression took over her features. She went from concerned to a look of accusing disapproval. "Now, why did you start a fight in the inn? The Queen's soldiers had yet to chase after whoever that was, so I don't understand why you felt the need to do what you did."

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    Raisa could hear the racket from outside and watched through a window. Good thing she decided to stay out here. It would have been annoying to have to deal with a fight, really it wouldn't have went well for her. She watched the entire situation from with Johnathan and the guards to the Queen's son running off. She greatly considered going after the son but what after going over it in her head went against it. When Jonathan finally fought his way through the crowed outside, followed by the more discrete Atlanta, Raisa turned from the window to the two. She was almost impressed. It was by no means discrete but it was effective. No plan, at least from her point of view she didn't see one yet it surprising worked out well. "You certainly now how to cause a scene." Unfortunately the inn keeper has to clean up the mess afterword's. Luckily after the commotion dies down she can help with that.

    He leaned forward to address the spectator, "Thank you for noticing my trouble causing talents." The comment was sarcastic, of course, nothing more than a little jest. He grinned after his little joke, then a serious expression took his face as he addressed the woman who had healed him, "Thank you very much for the healing." He had been bewildered when out of nowhere some girl had come and offered help, not only that but help through magic, he dabbed at the blood still there on his head with a cloth, "I needed to insure those men lost who I was in the fight. A drunk man's memory is horrible, but trying to remember a face you saw just before a tavern brawl is like trying to remember being born, it's not a thing anyone can do."

    "Indeed," Lillian agreed, deciding to add to the conversation after overhearing the warrior's words as she walked over to the group. Behind her the tavern door swung shut, and the hubbub caused by the ongoing bar fight diminished slightly with it. The woman herself had just spent several minutes ducking chairs (and, impressively, a table at one point) and fists, weaving in and out of the crowd as she had wrestled her way to the door. She had been happy to take the opportunity to throw some punches of her own when the Queen's men had stumbled into her path, and therefore was feeling content despite the hassle that the unexpected brawl had caused her.


    Now, however, she was more concerned with the reason that the brawl had started: the man in black, the warrior from the tavern, and all of the others who had stood up to the Queen's men at risk to their own lives. She recognised most of the group that had gathered outside to be these very same people, which made her feel slightly more confident about approaching them. Perhaps they, like she, would not be afraid to stand up to the Queen and her allies.


    This in mind, she cleared her throat and addressed the group once more. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if anyone here saw where that other man went?" She made an effort to sound polite, her eyes sliding from one person to another. "The cloaked man, that is. If the Queen's men are searching for him, then he is in grave danger. I wish to ensure his safety." She didn't add that she thought he was likely able to look out for himself, if that stunt with the smoke bomb was anything to go by. If he was sought out by the Queen, however, then Lillian wanted to find him nonetheless. He could make a valuable ally - as could some of the other people that she had met that evening, Lillian mused. The wandering heir was always on the lookout for people sympathetic to her cause, the last group of warriors she had been travelling with having fallen prey to the Queen's dark creatures.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]"I certainly didn't, but someone else might have," Atlanta spoke as she turned to face Lillian. As observant as she was, Atlanta still had her limitations and like everyone else, could not see through smoke. "It's likely that they're still around here somewhere. He couldn't have gone far," she added. The short demigod began to sweep the rooftops of the buildings around them for signs of the assassin, but she couldn't seem to find any. If he was hidden on a rooftop, he was very well concealed.

    Raisa looked over at the new face that joined in. She recognized her from inside the tavern. She wasn't sure where he went but knew the general direction. Watching from a distance has its benefits. "Don't know where he is now but I know he went that way." She motioned to the direction she last saw him. she paused thinking about who he was. She couldn't hear any of the conversations that went on but could tell the Queens men were interested in him. "Who is he?" She was curious of why he was so important.