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    Welcome to the kingdoms of Morbourne, Fallhaven and Valcoast. These cities of Domhnall are unique but tied together; Trades occur, merchants travel and treaties are reviewed, signed and broken: it's a way of life. The population is a mix of humans and mages, with the ruling bodies of each kingdom the latter: super powered and deadly. Though for now there is peace, a stable peace, as each depends on the others to maintain the delicate chains of life. What all citizens of every country have most in common however is their védo, a beast that is bonded to them and protects them from the dangers of this world. In a world where loyalty is everything, which side will you choose?


 
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 A leopard in the marsh, tag BABZ/Ric
josefin claire tallhart
 Posted: Jan 3 2015, 04:41 AM
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Jess
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twenty four
Fallhavener
Human


It wasn’t often that Josefin decided to spend her days outside of the company of at least some of her family members but occasionally, she needed a chance to breathe and collect her thoughts. The possibility that she could be queen of Morbourne was looming closer and she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for such a massive change in direction to her life. Her family was supportive and her mother was pressuring the subject, hoping to advance their house as far as they could. Her mother had always been a calculating and strategic woman but at least Josefin had always known her to be fair and hardworking, earning her prestige through her works instead of manipulation. But even Jo couldn’t deny that marrying the Morbournian king would be a vast improvement to their house name. However it didn’t stop the apprehension and insecurities over the subject. How was she to seduce a king when even Cordelia’s retelling of her exploits were too much for her and left her a blushing, embarrassed mess. Still, she knew that no matter what she’d go through with the affair if it ended up proving to be a confirmed arrangement. There was no real way to know yet though, as far as she was aware they’d received no word as to whether or not the Morbournian king was interested.

A voice in her head rang clearly as she trekked through the streets, a few paces behind a guard her uncle had escorting her while he was in his business meetings. ”Josefin, do not lose sight of your guard. He’s getting lost in the crowd.” Morellia had always been one to err on the side of caution, the clouded leopard her constant companion since she was old enough to understand what a Vedus was. Her warning was met with a teasing smirk from Josefin and she nodded slightly, picking up her pace just a bit before she replied mentally.

”Afraid that you won’t be enough to keep me safe?” Her brow raised and Josefin stretched out a hand to brush through Morellia’s fur, ”Dressed like this, no one will know I’m anything but a common woman. I made a point to wear no jewelry as you suggested.” She hoped that would ease the large cat’s mind, even if only momentarily as they passed through streets of drunken sailors, merchants, shadier folk and even a few noblemen making their way to the brothels. She made a point of forgetting their faces as soon as she’d seen them, it was none of her business that they were having indiscriminant relations with the local entertainment while their wives sat at court, lonely and waiting. Though some of the women at court took matters into their own hands.

A low growl screeched through her mind and she looked over to Morellia once more, ”Oh no… don’t judge me for that. It’s none of my business.” Continuing down toward the docks, Josefin found her destination. In the distance, there was a small dock that wasn’t meant for any ships to dock on, instead it was tucked out of the way, almost as if it was meant to be an observation deck all along. It was on the quieter side of the docks, a bit further than most of the docks and sandwiched between the end of the boardwalk and where the coast began. During her days with her uncle in the port city, she often loved coming down here, if nothing else than to people watch. There always seemed to be a few empty barrels left on the floating dock, whether intentionally or not but it made for the perfect perch. As she made her way through the crowd, Morellia took her leave, temporarily abandoning her linked’s side to go scout. The leopard never made it too far before feeling the strain of their link although Josefin preferred to keep her close anyway, the comfort of having a familiar near was always welcome and Morellia was truly her best friend.

The escort who’d been guarding Josefin for the time being, dressed in plain clothes so as not to attract too much attention, took a station near enough to keep her in sight but inconspicuous enough that no one might suspect his purpose. He was a guard who’d been with their family for several years, at least as far back as Josefin could remember although he’d always been here with her uncle. He was an older man, though still in formidable shape and he’d always been kind to Josefin as well as her siblings, all four of them. She’d heard stories from her brothers of him protecting them while they were out and though she’d never met them, he had family around here and her uncle had taken them in over the years.

A few ships came in and out of harbor as she sat watching them, it was a beautiful sight she had to admit. Though she wasn’t convinced of the finer points of Oceanborn being better lovers, as she’d never taken any to begin with, she understood Cordelia’s fascination with their culture and their ships. It seemed as free as one might get, save the rare few who could fly with their vedo. But the ocean was a tempestuous mistress, just as the Oceanborn were fitful and unreliable allies. Perhaps studying them, even in such a small capacity as this, would help her understand their driving desires and should she find any useful information she could report back to Cordelia in the hopes of securing all three nations together.

So far though, there was nothing truly out of the ordinary and as she stood to make her way back to her guard, she felt the dock rock just a bit. She couldn’t be sure if an aquatic animal had hit the barrels keeping it afloat or if a wave had simply rocked against it too hard but another knock caused her to lose her balance. Tripping onto the main boardwalk, Josefin found herself gripping the hands of what she assumed at first to be her escort’s but as she took a glance up, embarrassment flashed its pained expression over her face and she straightened herself as quickly as she could, muttering an apology. ”My apologies, my lord… I did not mean to impose on your person. Please forgive the inconvenience.” Her heart racing and a scarlet flush on her cheeks, Josefin glanced once to meet his gaze and corrected herself quickly, caught off guard by the bright blue of his eyes. Truthfully, she’d never seen eyes that color, Fallhaveners tended to have dustier blues, greens, hazels or browns, nothing like the brilliant spheres cast upon her then.

when i see your smile


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mauric rhys nereau
 Posted: Jan 4 2015, 09:27 PM
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babz
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twenty-nine
Oceanborn
Mage


of the lies i made
lost in a maze
Mauric’s eyes followed a waitress as she moved from table to table. A lazy sort of dance between his ocean spheres, and the feminine curves of her waist as she gave one man a pint of ale, and another something that resembled some sort of fowl. He had been entertaining the idea of approaching her for what felt like at least an hour now, but he was no closer to making his move than he had been when she had brought him his first drink. His first of… The man idly tipped his finger toward the rim of one, two, three, and tapped a thumb against the handle of a fourth mug. Now was there a problem with his having four pints of ale sitting in front of him? Of course not, he was a pirate after and certainly capable of handling his alcohol. The problem he was having was in the fact that he was not feeling even the slightest bit of a buzz coming on.

”Well maybe that’s a good thing. You don’t want to be drunk if you have to make a dash for the boat.” Ah Pippin, ever the reasonable one. No, now that Ric thought about it, the otter was ever the paranoid one.

”Oh please, don’t try to get in on the action now, Pip.” The first mate countered as he stood with a languid stretch. ”You already counted yourself out of today’s adventures, remember?”

If anyone ever spoke against Theia’s usually half-conceived plans, it was usually the anxiety ridden little otter védu who seemed forever attached to Ric’s person. Pippin was quick to poke holes in any of their plans, actually. The oceanborn had to admit that it had come in handy a few times when things hadn’t been thought through nearly enough, but at other times it was just a straight pain in his ass.

The otter in question hunkered down further into the hood of Mauric’s cloak, nuzzling into the thick fur lining and doing his best to cover his ears, doing everything but singing a chorus of ‘lalalalas’ while his bonded busied himself with setting things in motion.

To Mauric, the plan was simple. According to the local trader they were doing business with, the goods would be hidden in barrels and placed on a dock that was very rarely used for any real purpose. When the signal was given a water mage, from on board the Star, would use her powers to rock the floating surface just enough to send the barrels into the water where they could be led out to sea and to the ship. Pretty easy. Pretty foolproof. All Ric had to do was make sure it all went according to plan and drops were made on time. Easy peasy, lemon squeasy.

Making his way out of the tavern, the “noble”man shrugged his cloak around him to straighten it over his shoulders. His clothing was dark and somewhat plain, but it certainly had the look of expensive taste and the pirate wore his disguise well. More than one head had turned his way, thinking him more than he was.

”You shouldn’t walk around so openly, there are people who might recognize you!” Pippin whined shrilly, chewing on already blunted claws from within Mauric’s hood.

”Dear Krakos, do you ever shut up?” Was the man’s exasperated reply which was met only with a pouting silence from the otter. Thankful that the argument had come to another reprieve, Ric set about his job before the small mammal could speak up again.

First he had to find that damned- ’Ahah!’ One of the shipmates’ védus was perched patiently on a wooden pillar that supported a dock landing. Mauric whistled a short, three note tune that scaled upward to fall back where it had begun. He was on the move, heading to the dock to check that the drop had been completed, and the gull védu launched into the air to oversee from the skies. The plan was in action, everything that happened now would be either do or die. He hoped, at least for Pippin’s sake, it wouldn’t be the latter.

Ric made sure to keep himself at a leisurely pace as he headed for the lonely dock, he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself. Unfortunately, the dock wasn’t quite as ‘lonely’ as he had assumed it would be . ”Shit…” He spat the curse under his breath as the woman came into view and he spun on his heel as if something at sea had caught his eye, and he hadn’t been heading for the dock she occupied the entire time.

The man’s thoughts were buzzing with curses and obscenities as he stooped over the dock ropes and glared at his warped reflection in the choppy waters below. Damn Fallhaveners, why did they think they could just go anywhere? They should have just left the docks to the Oceanborn, and be done with it all. Mauric growled in frustration, Pippin stirring restlessly in his hood and making his mood no better. The otter poked his head above his bonded’s shoulder, digging in with needle point claws to find grip.

”Um… You might want to take a look at this…” Pippins voice was strained and thin as a wire, every ounce of anxiety capable of filling that small creature now pouring across their link and infecting the man with its poison.

Mauric looked up, and wished he hadn’t. ”Damn that harpie! What the hell is she thinking?!” The pirate snapped across their connection, sending Pippin scurrying back down into the relative safety of the hood. Ric didn’t have time for this, he didn’t have the patience for these kinds of screw ups. ’It was supposed to be a simple retrieval! Why, in the name of Krakos, do they have to go and muck it all up?!’ He was furious and on edge now, every muscle in his body on hyper alert. He was going to give that damn mage a good talking to when he got back to the ship. The first mate kept moving quickly, on his way to the end dock to try and get that bloody woman away from his cargo.

Too late, the first wave hit and made the dock tip slightly, the barrels wobbling without much threat of falling over. The woman had noticed though, and it wouldn’t be long now before she went to investigate. He had only reached the mouth of the dock when another wave hit the barrels keeping the surface afloat. This time, the barrels holding their smuggled cargo tipped a bit more precariously and the woman went tumbling right into his chest. Instinct brought Ric’s arms up to steady the woman, strong, gloved hands grasping her upper arms to straighten her and direct her back onto the sturdier surface of the main boardwalk. Immediately she was bubbling with apologies, her words only half-heard by the pirate who was then watching to ensure that a final wave knocked the cargo completely into the water.

”Oh..” Mauric began, his voice distant at first as he centered his attention on the woman. ”Oh please, don’t trouble yourself over it at all, my lady. Though perhaps you might stay on more solid ground until you better earn your sea legs, hmm?” The last bit was a tease he had to admit, but he was nothing if not a tease.

Mauric released her slowly, and only after he was certain she was stable, and allowed himself a look at her. She was quite pretty. A blonde – one of his favorites – and the brightness of her eyes was a strange anomaly for Fallhaveners. The pirate flashed her one of his playboy grins, an expression known to make tavern girls from all across Domhnall swoon with lust, and gave a slight bow at his waist. ”Lord Mauric Nereau,” He stated, with a bit more flare than might have been needed, and held out a palm for one of her hands to be placed in. ”And you are?”

tag: jo!! || notes: yay for first post with ric! =3
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josefin claire tallhart
 Posted: Jan 7 2015, 02:27 AM
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Jess
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twenty four
Fallhavener
Human


Josefin wasn’t aware of exactly how out of place she looked, she was simply concerned with gathering as much information as she could in the little time she had in Blackbank. Usually, her information was gathered from books, letters, scrolls, whatever she could find in literary accounts of the status quo and the history and background of a person or place but if she was to be any help to Cordelia in somehow smoothing over their differences and quelling the rising tensions between the three nations, she had to see how the people acted first hand. How they went about their days, interacted with each other and possibly most importantly, with outsiders, was vital and it was information that she would carry close to her heart and straight to Cordelia’s ears once she returned home. It was a home which seemed worlds away at that moment and in some manners it was. But Jo couldn’t deny that the ocean, that its cities, ships and ports had a certain appeal that could sway even the hardest of hearts to their beauty, as long as you could appreciate or overlook the shadier parts of cities like Blackbank.

It wasn’t until the dock had started rocking beneath her feet that Josefin even considered the coast was anything except a calm, docile mistress. She had seen many storms in her lifetime, even a few bad ones off the coast during her stays with her uncle but the day had seemed so clear, the waters free from any disturbances that it was quite a strange thing to have the dock rocking in the waves. She also knew well enough that the sway of the ocean wasn’t to be fought against and finding herself on stable ground was probably the best option, especially for a Fallhavener like herself who had no real sea legs to speak of.

The next few moments were preciously counted as Josefin panicked, tripping herself against the edge of the dock as she sought the safety of the main boardwalk and her breath caught, so sure was she that she was to be drowned right then by the port or tumbled into a rather embarrassing scene that she held her breath much longer than she’d meant to, staring in disbelief as the man caught her by the arms. It was a few long moments before she even gathered her wits enough to speak and once she did, there was a long string of apologies uttered in haste as she watched for his reaction. He seemed a bit annoyed, frustrated perhaps at first but quickly shifted into a flirtatious stance and with that, Josefin straightened, her tone wavering as she struggled to find the right route to direct their conversation.

”I’ve been told I should never venture to sea… that I’m not even stable enough on firm ground.” There was a quiet, nervous laugh as she picked at the edges of her sleeves, keeping her gaze from meeting his for more than a moment or two at a time. ”Though I think my uncle said that to deter me from sailing, that he might have been scared I’d fall in love with the sea as he did.” She could hear a faint snarling in the back of her head, fading into an almost purr as Morellia dug around, trying to make sense of the situation.

”You’re not hurt are you?” The clouded leopard seemed to boom through Josefin’s head and she nearly flinched at the sound. ”I’m coming back. Why do you seem so troubled?”

With some subtle pushing in her mind, Josefin eased Morellia’s worries as best she could. ”I simply tripped, I’m not hurt and a lord offered his assistance. That’s all… don’t worry about me, stay on your hunt.” Though she’d never taken Morellia’s presence for granted, at times the little leopard could be overly motherly and worrisome. It was as if she was her mother at times, pressing against Jo’s mind and scolding her for every mistake and coddling her when she thought she needed reassurance. ”I promise… I’m fine.”

As she finally successfully nudged Morellia from her mind for the time being, she turned her attention once more to the man in front of her. He said he was a lord but it wasn’t a house name she’d ever heard of. She took pride in learning as many of the noble families and royalty as she could so it surprised her that she hadn’t ever heard of him. ”Nereau… I am not as familiar as I would like with your house’s accomplishments, care to enlighten me?” It wasn’t that Josefin didn’t trust that he was a lord, though in Blackbank you could never truly be sure who anyone was… but if there was something of note she needed to know about his family, a conversation about it wouldn’t hurt and it would give her a little more insight to the goings on around Blackbank and the people there.

”Josefin Tallhart… lady in waiting to Queen Cordelia…” It sounded as rehearsed as it was and Josefin gave a small curtsey, raising her gaze to meet his, slipping her hand into his briefly. The way he was looking at her didn’t make her swoon so much as it made her confused. ”Sir… you… your face…” Perhaps it would’ve made more sense had she considered the idea that he was flirting but a large part of her was unsure of not only what to do but what he was even trying to do. Outside of court, she rarely had anyone approach her in such a manner, in fact none had really been so brave as to do so quite as openly as he was and within court, she could staunchly turn the conversation to something more appropriate for politics and kings and countries. It made her anxious that she didn’t have the rest of a court around her in that moment. But pushing herself outside of her comfort zone would give her experiences she wouldn’t have had otherwise and would make her better equipped to offer her queen some insight into at least this lord’s intentions. ”Are you well? You look a bit… contorted.”

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mauric rhys nereau
 Posted: Jan 20 2015, 03:23 AM
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babz
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twenty-nine
Oceanborn
Mage


of the lies i made
lost in a maze
The cargo was moving steadily out of the harbor, and Mauric felt his emotions settling the farther the barrels floated away. He would still have to give the damn mage a talking to though.. The thought of her irresponsibility sent a string of curses through the pirate’s head, and he was frustrated with the idea that soon he would need to find the Star another water mage. However, the task at hand had been completed, and that meant he had time to do as he pleased until Theia gave the order to ship out again. That meant, he had plenty of time to get to know this young lady.

Rambling on she went, it was easy to tell that the woman was embarrassed and Mauric was hoping he might be able to use that insecurity to his advantage. Tell her how lovely she was, how elegant, how graceful, and there might just be a chance she would take a trip back with him to the room he had rented for the night they would remain at harbor. Ric loved his ship life, but every once in a while the privacy of a room at an inn was preferred over the close quarters of living with the crew. This was definitely one of those times.

”You should leave her alone! We should just go find the crew and ship out before anyone notices the cargo is missing!” Pippin’s anxious whine passed across their link, filling the man’s thoughts with the irritating hiss of paranoia.

Mauric groaned mentally, exasperation flooding him at his bonded’s lack of interest. How could that little Pip-squeak not understand what a major break they had just walked into? The job had been a success – more or less – they had time before Theia summoned them back to the ship, and now this beautiful woman had just fallen oh so perfectly into Ric’s lap. ”Oh aye, the sea is a tempting lover, and not one to let go easily..” The man murmured slowly, almost as if the reply was more of his own musings than the carrying of a conversation.

Quickly covering her apologies with an easy segway of “oh don’t worry,” followed by an introduction to keep her distracted. Her question caught him off guard, however, pushing him to develop his character more than he had previously intended. Of course there had been those who had questioned his name in the past, but they had been logged with all assortments of alcohol and they would have accepted any story he offered no matter how half-conceived or hare-brained it might have seemed. The woman he was face with now was neither drunk, nor paid to act that way unfortunately, and Mauric would have to try a bit harder to make his lies stick.

”We’re a small name, lady, please don’t worry yourself over it. The stories passed from my father say our ancestors made our money in the tides of trade, and along with riches came a lordship and some land.” He shrugged at the end of his brief explanation, hoping it would be enough to quell her curiosities.

Her own name was like a poem, rolling from the tongue like a virgin’s promise. Mauric’s spine tingled with anticipation, Krakos willing he would make this Fallhaven doe his tonight.

And then tragedy. “..Your face…” Mauric blinked, straightening and immediately lifting a hand to swipe across his face concernedly. ”What? What’s wrong with my face?!” He was horrified. Was there something on his face?! Had some bit of his meal managed to get caught in the stubble of his chin?!

”Pippin! Pippin get out here!”

The otter scurried out onto his bonded’s shoulder, tiny paws ghosting over the man’s rugged visage as he studied the pirate’s appearance. Small squeaks passed his jaws as the creature worked, his scan over in a matter of seconds. ”You’re fine, I don’t know what she’s talking about. She could make a scene though! We need to get out of here and get back to the boat before she calls a guard!” Pippin’s anxious whine filled Mauric’s head as the otter scrabbled for purchase along the back of his bonded’s neck. For the moment, the woman had been forgotten as the pirate continued to search his appearance for some abnormality. Though every once in a while, his eyes would flit to her questioningly, searching her for an explanation.

tag: jo!! || notes: yay for first post with ric! =3
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