A Gust in the Right Direction

''It is a cold evening as the sun sets beyond the horizon to the west. The air is stagnant, not stirring with the slightest breeze. A few wispy cirrus clouds streak the otherwise clear sky. The following of the six moons are visible in the sky: Herald (blue/waning), Serpent's Eye (violet/waning), Torch I, (gray/waxing), Torch II (gray/waning).''

The Base of Drakesreach Bluff 


 * A predominantly flat region of elevated land atop a small cliff that roughly spans one thirteenth of the Drakesreach Sierra as a whole, Drakesreach Bluff is at once both an impressive sight and an equally notable landmark within the Wildlands as a whole. It is upon this bluff that the freehold of Crown's Refuge was first established in 625 ATA, and it is upon this very same bluff that that same city has flourished.


 * Though mostly surrounded by dry auburn grasslands to the north and east, and the rushing waters of the Jadesnake to the west, the southern reaches of the base of Drakesreach Bluff hold some notable features, first and foremost of which is the smooth ramp that ascends towards the top of the bluff itself, leading to the only point around the base of the entire landmark by which one can enter the city above.


 * That city is, of course, the freehold of Crown's Refuge. Viewable as nothing more than a palisade wall of stone that measures roughly ten foot in height atop the natural aegis of wall that is the cliff face, the suggestion of a multitude of buildings and homes are never the less there all the same. A magnificent and elegant tower of pale white stone and marble ascends above the height of the wall, however, presiding over the surrounding landscape as it spears towards the heavens.


 * A set of vast wooden gates rest atop the natural ramp that leads up to the surface of the bluff, evidently the only ingress to and from the city above, while the thick reaches of the Verdigris Forest stretch endlessly towards the south, the edge of the forest directly adjacent to the southern edge of the bluff itself.

Out of the Verdigris trails the great wolf, keeping to the shadows as it moves along the edges of the camp, burning eyes watching the seige warily. The sentries watch back, just as warily, but seem to at least know the beast; it makes no move to head into the camp yet, however, staying somewhat clear.

In this camp, Katriana Nillu seems to have found a small little area to sit and watch the others without getting in the way. Her bow sits in her lap, currently being polished with an old rag.

The beast drifts its way down into the camp, moving wide around the sentries and heading in the direction of the nillu. It sniffs lightly as it approaches, padding softly, burning eyes blinking - even offering a soft chuff to signal its presence.

Katriana Nillu straightens up, snapped from her peaceful musings at the sight of the wolf. Her fingers tighten around the bow, and then offers a faint smile. "Master Firelight, I hope?"

The huge beast settles to sit, just a short distance away, tail going -oddly primly - over forepaws. It regards her with those burning eyes - and very obviously, very deliberately, nods once.

Katriana Nillu's smile grows as she tucks her rag back away into the pouch about her waist. "What do you think on, well, all of this?" she inquires, making a general gesture about the camp. "I have never seen anything quite like it." She shifts her position, setting the bow next to her as she lifts a hand to absently rub at the now dried out cut across her arm.

Ester appears from amongst the trees, bow in hand and stops at the forest edge. She surveys the camp with a thoughtful expression, her eyes narrow and studious. Her gaze soon moves up the the pallisade that surrounds Crown's Reach, taking it in detail by detail.

The wolf heaves a soft sigh, and absently leans back to lick at that lightly wounded flank of his - pitching that gravelly, growling voice low - keeping it between himself and the Nillu. ".. Syton were hurt. N' folks are fightin' - all I ken is 'es gettin' home safe."

Katriana Nillu nods, "But the Justicar did the most wonderful thing," she replies. "He healed him... The Light truly is /good/. I have never seen such a thing before in my life." She shakes her head, brushing back a strand of brown hair that clings against her face and neck.

Ester finishes her survey and starts walking towards the tents. Her stride is strong, with seemingly little evidence of the wounding she took the previous evening.

Although most armored individuals around the camp bear half-plate, a figure soon arrives along the border of it to those gathered dressed in obsidian rather than scarlet. He carries his steel claymore in his left hand, gauntleted fingers wrapped against the leather-covered guard along the blade rather than the hilt. He appears genuinely cheerful enough, emerald eyes glancing off curiously toward Crown's Refuge.

"Ne'er saw /that/." The low growl is soft - "m' glad." The wolf lays down then, careful of its side - off a few feet away from the Nillu. "What 's goin' on wi' all this?"

"I wish I knew," Katriana replies grimly. "Lucius has offered our services to Justicar in his attempt to retake Crown's Refuge, but it will divert us from our original task. I care very little, though I do miss my family back in Fastheld." She shakes her head, rubbing at her arm again. "Part of me wishes for this to be over now."

Ester approaches the the pair and looks over animal and noblewoman. She plants the tip of her bow on the ground and asks in a clipped voice, "Is everyone alright? Is there anyone in need of healing?"

"Any time spent off that ship is time well-spent, to me," chimes Norran in Katriana and Kael's conversation as he nears, although he spends a moment staring at Kael before breathing a sigh and managing a faint smirk. "Crown's Refuge is a protectorate of the Empire, isn't it? Or something of that mess. I'm certain aiding in the retaking of this township is as important or more than our original mission."

The wolf chuffs, softly - keeping its - rather snarling and gravelly - voice low, likely so as not to startle the group's earstwhile hosts. ".. jus' a scratch." Well, not really - there's a good arrow-tear down the beast's side, even as he directs that up at Ester. ".. retakin'? What happened t' it?"

"I believe we both faired better than you, Mistress Shardwood," Katriana replies, pointing to her left shoulder, where the arrow head only tore through the leather and skin in a graze. Her eyes flicker up to Norran for a moment at his approach, then nods. "That is true, but we cannot also forget the reason we were sent out here. It is just as important, for Fastheld could be in danger while we sit idly by." A frown twitches across her lips, and she looks down to Kael, offering the wolf a patting of the head in a friendly gesture. "Bandits. We have found ourselves in a full blown seige."

Ester looks to Norran as he speaks but makes but doesn't respond to his comment. Instead she drops to one knee beside Kael and examines the wound. "My wound is fully healed M'lady and causes me no more trouble. Relax Master Firelight and I will fix this right up and then you as well Lady Nillu. No need chance infection. " Her bow is set on the ground and gloves removed.

"We managed to easily deal with one of their 'ships', I'm certain Fastheld can deal with any more quite sufficiently while we aide one of our protectorates," answers Norran with an amused grin, pointing the tip of his blade into the ground as he stands nearby and leans a hand against it. "Hopefully Master Temple is doing well. You were fortunate, Kat, that that wasn't one of the fire arrows. But then, so were we all. I took a few dings to the back."

The beast winces as Ester pokes and prods for a moment - but otherwise lays still. "..m' nae worth troublin' o'er, mistress - y' help th' Lady first." It's diffident, and quiet.

"Believe me, I am well aware how fortunate I am," Katriana replies to Norran, rolling her eyes. "If I had been a few more inches to one side, the arrow would have gone completely through my arm, and a bit further, and it would have been my chest." She chuckles faintly, "How very lucky I have been thus far to not die." She then looks to Kael and shakes her head. "I will not hear another word of such. Our party needs you complete and whole with nothing affecting your movements. She can see to you first."

Ester shakes her head. "Tis no trouble. This one is simple enough." She places her hands over the wound on Kael's side and lowers her head. As she starts murmuring something under her breath a faint purple glow surrounds her hands and slowly grows in intensity and surrounds the wound. Skin and fur is bathed in the light and as it fades no evidence of the cut is apparent. Ester breaths in a couple of times before lifting her head and dropping her hands. She offers a faint smile. "All done."

"Makes me regret that I didn't bring my old Blades shield. Unfortunately, I seem to have...misplaced it," responds Norran with a disappointed frown, shrugging his shoulders faintly. "Well, we'll have to hope my armor continues doing so well. I'll try to avoid any sharp pains to my backside in the next few days," he suggests aloud with a small grin, eyes watching briefly as Ester takes care of Kael.

The wolf keeps its eyes closed as Ester concentrates, looking back, startled, once she's done - standing to stretch out the now-repaired muscles - if a beast could seem startled, this one certainly does. Burning eyes fix on Shardwood for a moment.. and then, without a word, the Kael-wolf pads over to simply lean against her for a moment, nuzzling at her hand in thanks before moving a few paces away.

Katriana Nillu smiles as she watches, still nothing short of wonder in her eyes. As Norran speaks, she glances up to study him, then offers a smile. "With the clutter you leave about, I am not surprised that you have lost it," she retorts. "It is only a wonder that you have managed to find yourself in all of your things."

Ester nods at the offer of thanks and pushes herself to her feet. Her attention turns to Katrianna and Norran, she listens to them converse for a moment or so before speaking, "I can see to your shoulder now M'lady."

Katriana's words cause Norran to laugh gently, flashing her a quick grin before shaking his head slowly. "Perhaps I might misplace everything else, but when I haphazardly discard something across the room, I remember where I toss it! Especially that shield. Very important to me. Aside from that writ and this pack I carry, it's all that I have of the Blades."

The beast settles back down to lay in the grass, infinitely more comfortable. Glancing between Norran and Kat, the wolf keeps its own council.

A dark blushes rises over Katriana's cheeks and she shifts her attention from the Lomasa to shake her head at Ester, lifting a hand to cover the shoulder in question. "It is alright... tis but a scratch. No need to waste your energy over such trivial things."

Ester offers the woman a gentle smile, "Tis not my energy to waste M'lady. With all do respect I must insist, especially that I have been designated the healer on this expedition. The smallest scratches can easily turn into the biggest of problems in conditions such as these. Battlefield infections can progress rapidly and I dare say that I wouldn't think you'd wish the chance of losing your whole arm or life over something that will take me seconds to fix."

"Might as well let her, Katriana. Last thing we'd want is for that to open up when you're about to shoot your bow," suggests Norran with a low chuckle, resting comfortably against his claymore. "You might not even have to bare the wound. And if you do? Well, Shardwood is a woman, Master Firelight's far too low to the ground to see anything, and me...I'd happily turn around, if you'd like."

The wolf simply snorts. Then asks, still softly.. "M'lord - how are w' meant t' help th' army? W' are nae one."

Katriana Nillu reluctantly drops her hand down into her lap as she nods to Ester. "Alright..." she murmurs, biting on her lower lip. She makes no comment to Norran, focusing on the woman above her entirely.

Ester moves into position behind Katrinna and gently touches the fabric around the wound. "There is no need to disrobe M'lady," Ester comments with a quick glance at Norran. "And no need to feel fearful. You will feel nothing but warmth and some tingling and all will be well." She lifts her hands and holds them over the shoulder. Her actions are repeated, the murmuring, the glow and as stated she is done.

"Neither are those assembled here. How many are possible? Perhaps...a hundred on either side? In a battle of two-hundred men, Master Firelight, ten to a particular side makes more difference than you might think, although I am wary of these snake-men outlanders," replies Norran with a quick frown, glancing off into the depths of the camp with a concerned eye. "How are we to know if those inside are outlaws, or the genuine inhabitants, and we are among the invaders? Little proof of either."

The wolf offers, carefully - "I might coul' find out." Burning eyes glance in the direction of the city. "Folks talk a lot when th' think th' are alone."

Ester steps away from Katriana and looks to Norran and Kael and enters the conversation "Here you might be able to Master Firelight but not in there. Besides they'd sooner have you for dinner if spotted. " Ester queries. "Even in that form I doubt they would simply let you through the gate." She looks towards the palisade, "I however could easily get it in and remain hidden from view."

"But why would the Justicar be attacking then?" Katriana inquires of Norran, looking back to the Lomasa, offering a faint smile in thanks to Ester, hand coming back over her shoulder again for a moment. "It all seems unusual, but we have little proof, and therefore we are left to trust or not."

"Just thoughts. Possibilities," is Norran's answer to Katriana, giving a helpless shrug of his armored shoulders before snickering in Kael's direction. "Perhaps. But I wouldn't recommend doing anything before speaking with Lucius."

Kael looks to Ester, then.. "I kin fly just 's easy, clear o' th' folks here, s' as nae t' frighten 'em." He looks back to the wall - "y' woul' be 'n as much danger - if w' both tried, maybe one o' us woul' find sommat worth findin' 'n get back wi' it."

"Norran is right," Katriana says, gesturing towards the mentioned Lomasa. "Speaking with Lucius is the right course of action for now. Who knows. Perhaps he is already thinking of plans and possibilities as we speak."

Ester nods at Kael, "Perhaps." She looks to the others, "Though yes of course. We will do nothing unless directed by Lucius."

"Best to wait until a course is decided. Be thankful, atleast, that now we wait on solid ground instead of a ship," replies Norran, breathing a deep sigh as he takes his claymore up again by the guard on his blade.

Kael lays his head back down, burning eyes closing - ".. n' much difference, I kin tell." .. slightly sour, for all that it's quiet. "makes about 's much sense."

Katriana Nillu chuckles, absently patting Kael on the head again, ruffling his fur. For now, though, she says nothing, content to just lean back against the base of her tree and wait.

Ester looks around and thinks for a momment. "I wonder..." She stops and ponders something for several momments. Her attention turns to Kael, "Master Firelight when you have free momment I wish to speak with you in private."

Another chuckle comes from the young Lomasa Duke, beginning to turn to make his way back to the route he was walking before. "Talk saved for those other than us simple beings, hm? Well, you've no worry of me. I'll keep looking about."

Kael looks up to Ester, then, cracking a burning eye to peer her way.. "I got time now, mistress - if y' are up fer a walk." He yawns. "m' at yer disposal."

Katriana Nillu half-rises, "I can leave, if you would like," she offers, gathering up her bow as she does so.

Ester comments out of the side of her mouth in Norran's direction while nodding at Kael, "If that's how you wish to percieve yourself your Grace, save me a freelander from stopping you in doing so." She shakes her head at Katrianna, "No need for you to move M'lady, we can take our leave. I shan't think we will be long."

The wolf stands, carefully, stretching - and moving in Ester's direction, "th' only other thing I been doin' is movin' along th' woodline, keepin' 'n eye on th' fight - 'n s' awful dull, watchin' arrows arc back 'n forth."

Ester nods at Katrianna and walks beside the wolf. She glances back at the battle as he speaks her expression souring, "Such carnage...not easy to watch." When they get a fair distance from the tents she asks quietly, "How are you feeling? What I mean is there anything different in your using your shadow skills then from times before?"

Kael considers, gravely. "'s been gettin' easier t' touch th' beast, mistress - but s' been doin' that fer a while. Nothin' specific t' th'.." the word is oddly bitter. "journey.." he goes on, inflection far more neutral - "if that 's what yer askin'. Gettin' harder t' be human, sometimes - but 's nae th' beast, 's jus' old habits bein' hard t' break."

Ester listens and bites her lip. "Harder to be human?" she queries with some concern in her voice. She grows silent and for a moment looks somewhat agitated. The look soon passes however and she speaks in a relaxed though serious voice, "Master Firelight. I will be honest with you. I have concerns that something strange may be afoot within the realms where our skills come from. For now it defies any explanation I know of. Perhaps it's just me being overly cautious but I make a request of you not to take it lightly and not to assume that your comment about being human does not come from the beast itself. Trickery is difficult to recognize for even the most experience." She pauses for a moment, "My advice at the moment is caution and to return to your regular form and only take on the beast when absolutely necessary for when you reside in this form the connection to the ether remains open in a way. Things have travelled through...as the appearance of that wraith showed us...an unfortunately I believe that it followed ME...and it is my fault it is here."

Kael looks up to Ester, those burning eyes tired - "Woul' 't be so bad? M' nae like them, Mistress.. 's much 's I try t' be. S' easier, bein' this way. I understand 't better." He lowers his head, as he pads along beside the woman, tail low. ".. yer talkin' about sneakin' into that wall, too - " He pauses. "Aye. may be yer fault - but me 'n syton are goin' t' help y' wi' it, if w' at all can."

Ester nods at the wolf, "Aye. If they decided that is the course of action to take then we shall work together. I would be honored to work with you." She and Syton are walking away from the tents deep in conversation. "In that case I would deem the use of our skills a necessity, but please keep in mind what I have said and if you experience *anything* out of the ordinary, no matter how minor it might seem please speak of it immediately."

The great wolf pads quietly next to Ester - ".. I will. Mistress.. if w' kin find time, woul' really like t' speak wi' ye a bit. Y' may be th' only one what kin answer a question o' two I have, y' ken?" It heaves a sigh - the words are pitched soft, intended for Ester, rather than the rest of the busy camp. ".. but aye, if anythin' odd happens.."

Sleeping for half a month is a good way to throw off a body clock - Milora emerges from one of the tents looking bleary eyed and disheveled. Pulling her neck to one side, she grips the flap of the tent gently between her forefinger and thumb and glances at the sky.

For now, there is a calm settled on the camp as the siege has lulled. This is at least the case for the moment, and in this calm comes Lucius Nepos walking with Hugo Wheat at a quick pace, looking defensive and terse despite the atmosphere. One can never be too sure. Their boots crunch in sequence as they move towards the recently set up Imperial tent.

"If you wish you can ask me now," Ester replies. "Or whenever else. I should think that we should take advantage of whatever time we have...considering that in this situation either one of us could be gone in an instant. As last night surely showed us."

The wolf's head hangs, a bit. ".. I keep hopin' - gettin' run through woul' solve a lot o' troubles f' folks." A burning eye flicks up to Ester. "Later, m' thinkin' - when m' thinkin' right. Gettin' hungry 'n tired - stayed up watchin' Syton yestereve."

The pair reach the treeline. "Alright then your should rest..." Ester replies and trails off her face flickering as if realizing something. "Master Temple? Is he alright? I seem to recollect a bit from last night. He was hit when I was... I should help him..." her tone is earnest and worried.

Lucius Nepos is a good few meters away from the treeline, far enough that he can't rightfully see or chooses not to notice Ester and Kael's presence. His eyes continuously dart to the side and the stone palisade, which he watches attentively until he's behind the tent. He takes a knee, and Wheat moves inside. "Light, this is invigorating."

Glancing up towards the trees, Milora makes out a few familiar figures and moves herself in that direction. Brushing a few frizzy curls from her face, the woman catches sight of Lucius and nods. "Sir," she says monotonously, the side of her mouth tightening in what could be a stifled yawn.

The wolf just stops. "I thought y' had - left 'm fer a bit 'n were.. " He pauses. "Th' lady Nillu said sommat about 't." If a beast could look confused, this one does.

Ester blinks at Kael, her question unanswered. "Then we must find out. I was looking after myself last night and am in the dark to what has happened." She turns around and immediately begins to jog back towards the tents, Lucius, Hugo and Milora.

Hugo dissapears behind the flap of the tent, while Lucius rises up to smile at Milora. "Hello, Milora. What's the status of the siege, in the last hour? Or have you been in the tent the entire time?"

Arriving at a slow walk around the perimeter of the camp is one Norran Lomasa, bearing his claymore in his left hand by the guard on his blade. He seems to be slowly approaching wherever Milora and Lucius are. Although the hood of his cloak is over the face, his obsidian half-plate and the blade he holds easily identify him.

Quietly, Katriana emerges from a walk through the camp, her bow kept close on hand. She seems thoughtfully observant to everything around her. The Nillu blinks once or twice, looking for those of her own party, and makes in the general direction for Lucius and Milora, but slows as she notes Norran, nibbling on her lower lip.

Kael follows along with Ester, keeping pace easily on four paws.

Wincing slightly, Milora raises her shoulders and turns her palms out in an apologetic gesture. "I have slept for part of the afternoon," she confesses. "It wasn't my intention, sir. ... But I sleep lightly, and I never had cause to wake. Are you well? We have been fortunate." As Kael and Ester approach, Mily gives the canine form a friendly smile.

"No, that's alright. You're not a soldier and I didn't give you any specific orders to be on watch. For now, I imagine, last night was traumatic and sleep can help." Lucius says, shaking his head and looking rather paternal as he pats Milora on an armoured shoulder. He turns to see Norran. "Bladesman Lomasa!" Calls Lucius, using the man's old title with a grin.

Ester slows as she reaches the pair. "Please inform me on the condition of Master Temple," She asks, blunt and to the point as she looks between Milora and Lucius, concern in her eyes.

"The fact I had to retire with that rank and not Captain will haunt me for ages, but a title I'll stand by proudly none-the-less. I suppose Duke has it's own benefits," calls Norran as he nears with a wide grin, offering a small nod to Katriana as he spots her approaching and stopping near Milora and Lucius. "It's a good thing we've reached land, Milora's not taken to the river very well at all. I wasn't too fond of it, either."

Katriana Nillu passes nods along to the assembled group, but changes her position without much of a word, and moves on by, back towards the camp.

Ducking her head gratefully, Milora gives Lucius a smile before glancing at Ester. "The last that I saw of him, he was recovering well. I was with him until the arrow was removed and the wound treated, but I have been occupied since." Switching her gaze to Lucius, she furrows her eyebrows. "He _is_ doing as well as I left him, I hope. ... I dearly hope." There's a twinge of emotion there, and her chest rises and falls almost resignedly as her attention is caught by Norran. "My good friend would have you believe that I am nearly as pitiful as I believe myself to be."

"Master Temple is fine, Ester." Answers Lucius in a casual manner. "The Justiciar cured him with the Light. He's Sunkissed, you know. I think that perhaps he could be of use to us in banishing this Shadow Wraith if he's got the inclination and time." Rambling on and on, the 2nd in command catches himself and stops, simply smirking. "Oh, Norran, convinced you'd have become a Captain? One needs more than a strong sword arm for that, you know." He winks at the other soldier in addition to his smile.

Ester listens to Milora then Lucius and the talk of the Justicar. Her eyes widen in surprise, "The Justicar...you mean Soravyn is here? And Kissed?" She blinks and then a wry and somewhat knowing smile flickers on her for a momment, as she touches her armored side. "Well I suppose that explains some things..." comes a quiet comment. "And more questions." See seems to dirft off from the conversation and steps back from the group.

"Yes, Sunkissed. He's their Archon, commander in a manner of speaking but not in another. It's complicated, and I suppose the Naga further complicate things." Lucius pauses, picking his shield up again. "I'm going to go take a look at the rest of the line and talk to afew of the Crowns Reach troops. I'll be back a bit later. For now, Norran has command. If Vhramis comes back then it transfers to him. Make sure to have him aware of this." He turns to jog on off, oncemore wary of enemy arrows and heads to the northwest.

"Lesser men than I have attained higher ranks with far less capability," adds Norran with a faint snicker, settling the blade of the claymore into the ground and leaning against it with one arm. As Lucius' words, he answers with a nod. "Oh, I'm sure it's no worry. Not as if anyone would bother listening to me unless I threatened them," muses the Lomasa under his breath, flashing a smile to Milora as he turns to look toward Crown's Reach. "It's going to be a very /good/ time, trying to get in there, regardless of who we fight for."

"No one in their right mind would listen to you anyway," Katriana notes quietly as she passes on by with her walk. She has nothing else to say, and therefore just moves off, easily disappearing into the taller groups of men.

Ester watches Lucius run off and turns away from the group. "Excuse me everyone," she states with some hesitation and starts to walk away looking as if she is bothered by something.

Kael lowers his head to his paws, sighing softly - and - apparently - just listening, the massive wolf out of the way.

Running her tongue over her teeth behind closed lips, Milora gives a small quirk of her eyebrow and lifts her hand to touch Norran's elbow. "I must not be in my right mind," she informs him simply, grinning heartily before focusing her attention of the rockwolf. "You're looking well, Master Firelight. That colour is very pleasing on you."

The wolf looks up, burning eyes focusing on Milora... and, quite intelligably, if growling, offers up a quiet, "thankye, m'lady. Feels right, t' tell ye truth. Y' feelin' better?"

Ester leaves the group and picks up her bow that is lying on the ground near the fire. She turns away from the tents and starts wandering off towards the trees.

"You look sane enough to me," replies Norran with a quick grin to Milora, looking again toward Kael as he approaches. Adjusting his footing, he idly taps a finger on the pommel of his claymore. "So, Master Firelight...why do you remain like that? Do you just enjoy not having to care about finding a chamber pot?"

"The next time I shoot a bow, I will be Mily again," she says with a contented smile. "I sustain no worse than frayed nerves, and my nerves have never been entirely undamaged in my life." Almost without hesitance, Mily brings a hand to the wolf's shoulder and gives Norran a sideways look. "I wish that I could change into an animal - or better, a bird. I would never spend any time on the earth. -- And _you_, Norran Lomasa, look kind enough." She grins.

The wolf keeps that growl pitched low and private, almost snarling out at Norran. "Wi' all respect, m'lord - yer armor rots yer thinkin' sometimes." Apparently, kael's .. crabby. "in what way woul' either changin' in front o' these folk, o' wanderin' around 's a strange man they hae n' seen, either, be good?"

Norran's response can only be a deep, loud laugh at Kael's words, shaking his head slowly at his harsh response. "Now now, Master Firelight, no need to be so brash. Attitudes like that won't get people to scratch your stomach and get your leg going, now will it?"

Ester reaches the forest and stops next to a large trunk. With a sigh she leans against and slides to the ground, sitting where she can watch the tents and the palisade beyond.

That snarl goes from irritated to low, and dangerous - those burning eyes blazing ... and it is with some difficulty that the massive wolf shakes out hackles that raise, those odd quills rattling - and deliberately turns his back on the Duke, stalking stiffly away from the tent and in the direction of the deeper wood.

At this particular moment, Celeste seems to step out from the side of a tent. Her eyes scanning over the area as she moves towards the Lomasa. Her hand resting relaxed upon the mace at her lips.

At the first sign of discontent, Milora withdraws her hand and turns toward her cousin. She purses her lips as raises her hand, almost as though she were considering striking him on the arm - but she doesn't. Instead, she keeps her voice low and lets her eyebrows quirk with irritation. "Must you be such an ass?"

Ester lays her longbow across her lap her eyes following the direwolf as he suddenly pads away from the group her expression somewhat curious.

"None of my doing, that he can't take the occasional light-hearted jab. He's a /talking/ wolf, for Light's sake! Things like this don't happen every day," insists Norran in his own defense with a disatisfied huff in the direction of his cousin, frowning faintly as he watches Kael wander off. Taking note of Celeste, he manages to grin faintly and give her a nod. "Celeste. Faring better on land, I assume?"

The direwolf doesn't turn back - instead, heading through the camp stiffly, and into the treeline - he's not far from Ester, but doesn't stop - those eyes alight and dangerous, for once.

Amidst the bustle of the seige camp, a peculiar figure emerges. The young Syton Temple, whistling softly into the night, meanders around the command tent with an absent expression. For someone so covered in blood, he seems to be in a very good mood. One hand holds his bow over one shoulder, and the other hand holds his quarterstaff. After a moment of looking, he steps over towards Norran, Milora, and Celeste. He greets each of them in turn. "Good evening, Your Grace. Lady Mily. Celeste."

"I fare well on both, Norran," Celeste replies. Her eyes following the direwolf walk away, a slight frown dawning on her face. "Is there something wrong with our shape changing friend?" Her attention returning to the Lomasa's.

Ester follows the wolf, her expression turning to concern. She stirs and starts getting up again. "Master Firelight," she calls out as she pushes herself off the ground with gloved hand.

A light ruffle from the direction of the command tent heralds some degree of activity from one Archon Soravyn Zahir. Activity that mostly seems to include the former Justiciar poking his head out of the tent and asking one of the two female Naga outside a question. It's a question that gets a soft smile and a nod, and one that's answered with an apple exchanging hands. The two seem to share a joke a moment later that prompts the other Naga to offer a comment and a pout, much to the amusement of her companion. Soravyn, in turn, offers a quip of some sort, gets a forked tongue stuck out at him, and then ducks back inside his temporary home.

The massive beast stops dead, snarling out - at that range, not bothering about appearances as much, though it's quiet - "Aye." Blazing, angry eyes turn on Ester - fangs flashing. "Fer now."

"What you call light-hearted others would call cruel, good sir," Milora replies quietly, inclining her head and stepping closer. "You would treat him as a _dog_. Master Firelight has my tremendous respect." Inhaling steadily through her nose, Mily seems to brighten first at Celeste's approach, and then further at Temple's. "Syton," she says, stepping forward. For a moment it seems as though she might embrace the slightly shorter man, but she seems to settle for laying a hand on his upper arm instead. "How are you feeling?" Celeste's words get another look from her, a backwards glance, before the younger Lomasa peers expectantly at Norran.

Ester picks up her bow and leaves her tree, walking toward the direwolf. Her manner is cautious and tone soothing, "Master Firelight. Let's walk together. Perhaps you wish to ask me those questions now."

"I'd expect, if not /demand/ the same disparaging comments of me if I just up and turn into a - a bog ape, or somesuch, one day. Or if I were being as moody," grumbles Norran at Milora's further scolding, reaching a hand to rub at his eyes briefly as he turns his attention toward Celeste. "Problem? No problem, I can see. Perhaps he accidentily shapeshifted a sizable stick up his posterior, but I didn't /check/," gruffly answers Norran, taking his claymore again by the guard on the blade as he offers a quick grin toward Temple. "Well, Light's Greetings. How's that shoulder doing, Master Temple?"

".. m' nae one o' them, Ester - ne'er will be. Enough t' know that. but.. aye.. if yer o' a mind.." The direwolf sets off into the trees, at least a short way.

Syton gives Norran a somewhat puzzled look for a moment, but he quickly shakes that off and looks between the two Lomasas. "I am feeling much better, thank you. A bit tired, but..." He shrugs and indicates his bloodstained armor with a sweeping gesture, "I suppose that is to be expected." The freelander glances over his shoulder to the command tent, then says, turns to bow his head to the assembled nobles. "Excuse me for a moment, please," he requests, then turns and sets off for the tent. Syton offers a wave and a smile to the two Naga outside. "Excuse me," he says to them, "but might I speak with His Lordship for a moment?"

Ester follows the wolf and comments, "Not to far. I would like to remain in sight of the camp." She offers him a small smile, "Why even expect to be one of them. You are not. Don't try. Be yourself. Now please ask me your questions and I will answer best I can."


 * "Hisss Lordship isss over ttthere." the female Naga on the left states, gesturing towards Norran with a shift of her head. "Failing ttthat, Fassstheld is back towardsss ttthe sssouth." That said she smiles, winks, and gestures to the tent behind her. "However, I'm sssure the Archon will sssuffice."


 * ''"We'd ussse his actual name." the one on the right chimes in with a smile, the tip of her tail at the end of her lower half - a deep jade with red stripes - flicking with amusement, "But ttthe esss getsss usss every time. If you underssstand what we mean."

Celeste walks Temple run off, a subtle smirk to her lips. "Seems my friend had similar ideas to myself," she muses softly to herself. Listening to the Naga, she nods her head. Turning back to the Lomasa, "I've never known Kael to have anything in such a place, though you probably know him better than I."''

Wide-eyed for a moment at Norran's words, Milora lifts up her hands in defeat and shakes her head. "As you like it, Norran," she says, shaking her head as though meaning to clear it of protest. A moment passes and she seems to grow angry again, but once more she takes a deep breath and, after precisely ten seconds, exhales. Some fond word is delivered to Syton as he leaves, and then Milora brings herself silently towards Norran and Celeste again.

".. s' startin' t' be moot." Kael sits, tone still irritated. ".. m' gettin' lost, mistress Shardwood. Feels like e'erything /they/ take fer knowin', I got t' figure out - s' gettin' t' be less 'n less worth th' work. An' then what? Once I ken - what do I do wi' 't?" The conversation certainly doesn't carry.

Ester senses: Kael adds, softly.. "I donnae want t' be what I am, Ester - 't 's nae really.. people, y' ken? I came out here t' find how I kin fit in - be o' some use. Mostly? M' nae worth much. 'n it donnae get easier t' bear."

"The Archon it is, then," Syton says to the Naga with a chuckle, seeming quite comfortable around the half-snake people. Grinning, he adds, "You are lucky never to have met my old neighbor, Saris Silverstones." He looks from one Naga to the other, offering each a smile before brushing through the flap and into the command tent.

Ester nods in an understanding manner and reaches out to touch Kael behind the ears. "Kael," she says in a clear but quiet voice, "I understand what it is you are saying and what it is you are feeling. I have had and still have the same struggles." She pauses and looks straight into his eyes, "Now as a friend and a mentor I need you to do something for me now. This is important and will help with how you are feeling at this moment. I need you to change back and let go of the shadow for a time. Until we...*I* need your skills again." She smiles delicately, "Even if you feel that they don't need you that you don't fit in. *I* need you and you fit in with me."

After about an hour and a bit away, Lucius returns towards the far side of the camp where the Fastheldians stay and the Archon resides, looking somewhat more pleased with the situation than when he left. Still, though, he is wary and even behind the lines as they are he is wary; just as one should be in a combat zone. He carries his iron spear held by its throwing strap in his main hand.

"Perhaps I don't," supposes Norran with a faint sigh, glancing off toward Milora for a moment with a slight frown to his lips before peering off in Temple's direction. "Odd for him to go inside there on his own. Maybe he wishes to thank him?"

The wolf lowers that head, closing his eyes for a moment... and seems to aquiesce, at least. There's a strange shiver, an eye-bending twisting as the young freelander stands, pulling his cloak around him, muttering softly to Ester, looking tired and worn.

"Yes, course I would be more interested in the talents he showed yesterday." Celeste states plainly. "I find the need to believe in Shadow alone to be a bit daunting and foolhardy.

Ester senses: Kael sighs, softly.. "M' nae anyone's hound.. n' th' more I try t' be /human/, th' more I feel like I am, y' ken?"

"Thank you Kael," Ester says quietly after he changes. She listens, nods and steps towards him, reaching out in a mothering fashion to embrace him. "You are human and you need to not give up on being so. It is part of the process and I promise you it does get easier over time."

Lucius Nepos continues on his approach towards the group but as of now appears to still be a few minutes away.

Kael hugs her back, oddly enough, "Was supposed to. M' wonderin' 'f I'm too far gone fer 't." He takes a breath, and straightens, tugging the leather tie off of his wrist and reaching up to tie back that wild hair. "When all o' this is o'er... well, maybe kin figure sommat out. M' jus' whinin', I figure."

"Light and shadow, light and shadow," Milora says tensely, clearly exacerbated. Her arms are folded in front of her, almost as though she is trying to fight off the cold, and her eyes shift towards the silhouettes that make up Ester and Kael. "Can't we talk about shades of gray for a little while?" This is followed by an unladylike sound through the nose, almost a snort of disgust.

Ester steps back and grins lopsidedly, "We are all a loud to whine at times Master Firelight. Light knows I have." She looks back at the camp. "I believe if we are done for now that I wish to try to see this Justicar with my own eye. I find his presence an interesting turn of events. Care to be my escort?"

"The...'Archon' is Sunkissed, I think I heard Lucius mumble. So I suppose your suggestion of Shadow is moot," answers Norran, his voice low as he manages a calm chuckle. His emerald eyes settles on Milora at her words, his pale features reflecting a sort of concern as he begins to walk to approach. "You shouldn't worry of it, Milora. I try not to, less confusing that way."

Kael, gallantly, offers an arm - "Woul' be 'n honor, m'lady." He takes a breath - "O'course. Hae nae 'een seen th' fellow yet."

"It is the shades of grey in which we exist." Celeste says as she looks back to the Archon's tent. Nibbling on the corner of her lip, "it is those who put their faith fully in one with the exclusion the other..that trouble is found."

Ester slips her hand through the offered arm and starts back towards the tents and specifically the command tent. As they approach she speaks to the naga guards. "Is the Justicar...or Archon is it available?"

Kael doesn't hide his curiosity in the Naga guards - it's not like they're not, to his eyes, exotic things. It comes with a not unfriendly, lopsided smile.. and the young man doing his best to knock mud off of those boots of his. Not that it helps.


 * "Jusssticiar?" the Naga Blood Guard on the right of the entrance asks of the one on the left, who merely shrugs in turn. "I would asssume ttthat he is currently engaged wittth ttthe friend ttthat you left for dead lassst night." she finally comments, evidently a little vexed at the state that one Syton Temple was left in. "You ssshall have to bide your time until ttthat engagement isss concluded."

"Sweet Light, Norran," Milora remarks to the man, dropping her hands to her side and shaking her head. "You can hardly begin to understand. ... Let me worry. It gives my mind exercise." Looking slightly deflated, Milora turns away from Norran and quirking an eyebrow or two at Celeste. "You make it sound so simple."

Ester lifts a brow at the Naga woman's comment about Temple, but bites her lip shutting out whatever response she was thinking about giving to it. "We shall wait then," she states bluntly as her eyes flicker up and down the woman as if sizing her up

Celeste shakes her head. "No, finding balance is the hardest part. Some are raised to believe one way, and only one way. If a man steals bread to feed is family...is he really a thief?" She looks back towards the Naga's as they speak. "Yes, I believe, I wouldn't mind an audience with him either," she muses softly.

Kael mutters, softly - it's diffident.. "I ne'er left 'm, thankye." The naga gets an odd look. "Th' nobles, th' jus' ferget, sometimes." It's almost an apology, as he glances up to Ester. "S' one thing I'm goin' t' learn about, 'f I can. Tired o' seein' people hurt."

Another sigh from the young Duke, turning away from Milora to set his eyes now on the entrance to the command tent. His gaze wanders off to Crown's Refuge every now and again, but he has grown quite silent as his face takes on a nearly disinterested expression.

Lucius Nepos finally ends up reaching the camping area, nodding at all present but focusing his attention more on the two guards outside the tent. "I'm guessing this is the line up to see the Archon, is it not?"


 * "Sssomettthing like that." the female Naga Blood Guard on the left states to Lucius as the Naga on the right eyes Ester warily. "Sssome would call it an orgy of attention. I am not one of them, but her..." she gestures to her companion.


 * "I sssertainly would." said companion affirms. "It'sss almossst kinky, but not quite."

Ester plants herself outside of the entrance to the tent and slips her arm from Kael's. She casts a sidelong glance at him and mutters, "Knowing how Master Temple likes to talk we shall be here for hours..." She's about to say more when Lucius arrives and speaks, then the Nagas whom she ignores. Her tone is dry, "Aye it is, though I suppose you take precedence over us Master Nepos." She steps to the side and gestures for him to plant himself in the front.

After a moment, Milora gives a deep sigh, stepping forward and cupping her hand lightly around one of Norran's arms. Her attention, however, is on Celeste: "My thoughts on the matter are everywhere, I hardly know what to think."

Protocol? Etiquette? A Kael knows not these things - he just follows Ester's lead, moving to the side, actually laughing, for once. "Aye. Light love 'm for 't."

"Well, the Archon used to be my superior in a soldierly capacity. So my business is, of course, relating to that soldierly kind of thing. But I do have a question for you two ladies.." Lucius doesn't hesistate using the term ladies to the Naga, looking as natural as he ever does. Which is to say given that he is in a warzone, not very natural at all but tense even without the signs of danger. "What kind of organization is your regiment structured about?" To Ester Lucius asides, "That depends. What is your matter about?"


 * "Trussst." the Blood Guard on the left answers as if she was informating Lucius that rain was wet, or that fire burns you, earning an affirmative bob of the head from her companion.

Norran would immediately respond to Milora, if he weren't staring blankly at the two...creatures outside the tent. "Those two frighten me. Their entire bunch do, really," asides the older Lomasa, mostly to himself as he offers a comforting smile to Milora as he feels her touch on his arm. "Of course, standing around in general makes me nervous. Such as when we had to guard the rift. If I never see the Lightholder Crossroads again, I'll die a happy man."

Celeste listens quietly to the Lomasa's words. A shrug of her shoulder her only response as she looks over to the Naga, her head canting to the side as she considers the quietly.

"Personal I suppose," Ester replies to Lucius after the Naga's speak. She crosses her arms over her chest and kicks the ground with her toe.

Kael doesn't bother with the nicities of /standing there/.. he just sits, on his cloak, getting comfortable for what seems to be a bit of a wait.

"Why do you like to agitate me in this way?" Milora asks of Norran, the expression on her face as she peers up at him surprised and even slightly alarmed. She looks closer at the two female things, squints slightly, and smiles. "They make me wish that I could draw. ... At any rate, I understand having an odd face, and the one on the left - her eyes are spaced so widely that I am almost reminded of myself." Looking up again at her cousin, Mily's face now holds a hint of something odd. teasing, perhaps, or triumphant.

Milora's question causes Norran's previously disinterested expression to take on that of a wide grin, looking toward the Lomasa beside him with a slight twinkle in his eye. "Agitate? Why, Milora, I'm always as easy with you as a sleeping child! No difficulty of any kind," he murmurs in reply, shaking his head slowly as he looks back toward the tent. He's mostly focused on Lucius' exchange with the naga.

"Trust is as good a system as I've ever heard to operate an army. If you can't trust the soldier next to you then you're really up shit's creek without a paddle." Lucius returns, amusement in his voice now beginning to show up the terseness. "Those who are most trustworthy are officers, then?" He tells Ester rather sternly, as an aside, "If you want to go in before I do I understand but you'll have to be more specific."

Ester straightens and lifts her chin, "I cannot. It's personal. That's the definition of personal. Personal."

Kael blinks. Even /he/ gives Ester an odd look on that one, then shrugs, leaning back and watching the Naga curiously, absently reaching up to scratch at that tattoo.

Lucius Nepos blinks at Ester's explanation of her business. "You know, you could have used the word private instead of personal three times in a row." He teases, smirking.

Lucius, Ester and Kael stand directly outside of the tent. The others are a little bit further off.

Ester shoots back, her tone a little snarky though not overly, "Well yes I could have, but I'm tired. It's been a long day and I didn't think of it at the time." She feigns surprise thought and sticks her finger in the air, "I know. Why don't we all just go in together and have a happy social time. Then we can all learn each others business, learn more about each other and become much better friends."

Kael snorts, at that - it's enough of a comment, really.


 * "Well, ttthat one isss jussst a bundle of joy, isssn't ssshe?" the female Blood Guard on the left asides to her companion."


 * "Sssomething like ttthat." her friend replies, evidently not interested at all in Ester's ranting.

Rolling her eyes, Milora quietly observes the conversation taking place at the tent's entrance. "You, easy with me," she repeats, shaking her head lightly. "You will put me in the ground before my time - and turn my hair white with shock before that."

Syton steps out of the command tent, looking... well... a bit confused, actually. He shakes it off and smiles to the two Naga outside. Their comments catch his attention, and he looks to Ester for a moment. "She has... had a rough week," he says over to the Naga before turning to face the whole humans. "Did I miss anything?" Syton asks blankly.


 * "I'm sssure our sssituation mussst pale in comparissson." the female Blood Guard on the left drly observes. Never a dull moment now.

Celeste looks up at arrival of Temple. Her attention flickering between the tent and the freelander as she takes a step towards him. "Not at all, I'm sure you won him over with your charm, Syton. How did you meeting go?"

"If you want to act like you've an Emperor's errand on your mind, Ester, then you may do so." Responds Lucius cooly, offering a shrug which sends his segmented pauldrons moving, much like the lower half of a Naga's body when they move. "But since you're just going to be sarcastic and amuse yourself, I'm going to occupy myself with more productive things. Like the fact that we're part of a sieging party to this city. If you've anything important to add, please do so." He turns to the Naga, motioning inward. "May I enter?"

Ester grits her teeth and shakes off whatever she almost says. "I do. In fact I have much to add," she says as she visibly calms and grows silent and simply looks at Lucius.


 * "Hmm." The female Blood Guard on the left (I'm sure they have real names) considers Lucius, holding her tower shield close to her body as she attempts to make a decision. "Ye-"


 * No." the one on the right offers at exactly the same moment. The two Blood Guards look at each other with some degree of bemusement.


 * "No."


 * "Yesss."


 * "Nyesss?"


 * "Pehapsss it would be better to resssolve whatever dissspute you are currently engaging yourssselvesss in while taking advantage of our... hossspitality?"

"I'm sure your hair won't be turning silver atleast for a little while. I give it a decade or so," teases Norran with a low chortle, reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes as he somewhat tiredly looks over at the command tent. "Less arrows tonight, I noticed."

Kael stands, regardless, absently trying to dust mud off of his cloak with little success. Bemused, he looks to the Naga and shrugs - almost apologetically.

"Yes, I see things are going smoothly," Syton comments, arching an eyebrow for a moment. As the Naga speak, he nods in agreement and coughs into one hand. Quick to escape from such an uncomfortable situation, he steps away from the tent, towards Kael. Celeste gets a smile and a wink in passing. "Good evening, Kael," he says to his fellow freelander. "How is your flank?"

"There is no dispute. I am her commanding officer on this trip. Within reason, she does what I tell her to because I have more knowledge on military matters than she does, and this expedition is a mix between military and exploration. So, here's what will happen if you ladies choose to let us in." Lucius motions towards Ester with a curl of his index finger in a 'come here' manner. "She will come with me to enter in the tent and we will both talk to the Archon. If she does not wish to be productive she will stay outside. It's really rather simple."

Ester listens to Lucius and nods in agreement and lets her arms fall to her side, "Aye." She forces a small smile for the woman and waits.


 * "Well," the Blood Guard on the right notes, an expression that can be best described as 'unimpressed' clearly held upon her delicate features. "It's obviousss that you have /clear/ control of the sssituation, what wittth your far reaching levels of ressspect and auttthority.


 * Her companion stifles a giggle.


 * Still, the Naga on the right sighs all the same. "Very well then."

This turn in the conversation at the tent makes Mily's brow twitch for the umpteenth time that night, and she glances briefly at Norran. Looking back, she gives Syton a nod of acknowledgement - but she does not approach the two men. In fact, she averts her eyes.

Lucius Nepos ignores the right Bloodguard's comment other than returning quickly, "Fact requires no further explanation." He nods at them both in thanks and opens the flap of the command tent to enter.

Kael blinks, and looks between Ester and Luc - asiding to Syton.. "Ester got 'er hands on 't, afore I could sneak off - 'm fine. Yer shoulder's lookin' better." He winks.

"This is why I stand far away," asides the older Lomasa to Milora, frowning faintly toward the conversation at the command tent as he props his claymore up comfortably against an armored shoulder. "Hopefully after Lucius exits that tent, we'll have something new to busy ourselves with."

Celeste shakes her head, listening to the various words before moving back towards the tents. "Hopefully, I can find the time speak with him tomorrow. As Ester said, there are some things only meant for certain ears."

Ester casts Kael an apologetic look before she follows Lucius and speaks quietly, "It looks as though I have to go on my own. Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone. Aye?" She reaches Lucius and almost bumps into the back of him.

"I am a fast healer," Syton says nonchalantly. Though he speaks to Kael, his attention is on Milora, whom he smiles towards, even if she doesn't see it. "It is good to see you on two legs again, too." Then he looks at Celeste and motions her closer. "You really do not want to go in there with them," he says to her.

Kael nods. "N' t' worry, mistress Shardwood." Wryly. "Same 't ye, aye?" He moves away from the two at the tent, and heads Syton's way - not before inclining his head to the Naga, politely. Manners, after all.

Command Tent 


 * A somewhat cavernous tent as far as such things go, the Command Tent of the Siege Camp south of Drakesreach Bluff remains a somewhat minimalist affair, free of unrequired decoration or ornamentation. Rushes cover the ground beneath a collection of fur throw-rugs that provide an effective carpet to walk upon, while a twin-lamp lantern provides the lighting when needed.


 * A large table dominates the center of the tent, covered with various documents, maps, goblets, and a few individual items such as a warhorn and dagger. A makeshift double-bed has been constructed in the far corner, while a simple yet effective dresser stands upon the eastern side. An armor stand and weapon rack are also present, as are a number of other personal effects - such as a washbowl, and reading table and chair - that give the impression that the occupant has been here for a while now.


 * A double flap at the southern end of the tent provides the means for one to enter and leave.


 * "Fact and opinion require some degree of research to discern which is which." Stood just to the right of the entrance flap, with his arms folded against his chest and his head tilted forward slightly, it seems Soravyn Zahir, Archon of Crown's Refuge, is not above eavesdropping on conversations.


 * "That's an opinion, in case you're interested," he notes, watching those who enter do just that, "Based the facts that I have come across during my tenure as Imperial Justiciar. All is subjective, depending on your point of view." He looks up with a smile, gestures to the two seats (and the bed) that inhabit the command tent as places for those who invade his space to rest themselves, and remains stood where he is.

"Yes, you're right of course, sir." Lucius replies upon entering the tent, yanking out a chunk of bread from his pouch and offering to both Ester and Soravyn. It is not stale, so one must wonder where he got it from. He also heads to the seats. "But at the same time a structured command heirarchy is necessary so that things get accomplished. Otherwise egos conflict, and I can assure you that both myself and Ester have plenty of that." He grins mischeavously.

Ester follows Lucius into the tent and steps to the side as Soravyn speak and Lucius speak. Her eyes narrow on the man and she looks him up as if studying him. The bread is taken from Lucius and she finds a seat. After sitting she gives Soravyn another once over, her manner somewhat wary. "Eve," she states finally and says nothing else.


 * "I didn't put the bounty out on you," Soravyn remarks to Ester in reply to her greeting, granting her a curiously measured glance as she in turn sizes him up, "So I'd advise you to use those daggers on those that are deserving of their chill."


 * That stated, the Archon takes a substantial bite out of the chunk of bread, takes a few moments to chew and shallow, and then nods his thanks to Lucius. "Light, I'd almost forgotten what that tasted like. Another crime to be chalked up to those behind our palisade right now. So, is this a social visit, or have you merely dropped by to plot my demise after entertaining yourselves by antagonizing my people?"

"I try not to antagonize, so I'll take it as read that you're not talking about me sir." Lucius deposits his shield next to his chair, eyes lifting up to the crimson clad man while his fingers drum against the leather skirt of his own armour. "But neither. I wanted to know how our little group could contribute to ending this ridiculous occupation as swiftly as possible. And with the least bloodshed, of course. If it's necessary though, we can use brute force. I am a stonemason, sir. I've learnt the trade since I was young, as my father was one also. I can spot out weak points in the palisade wall if necessary."

Ester comments quietly as if not wanting to directly be part of Lucius's conversation. "It was not the bounty I was concerned about, M'lord. Though that comment itself alleviates some of my concerns." She grows quiet again and sits back, fingering the bow that she leans up against her knee.


 * "Lucius..." the Archon begins, spreading his hands in a gesture of helplessness as two vital flaws present themselves to him amidst what is otherwise an honest pledge from the former Marshal. He smiles as if about to reveal one of the great truths of life to an acolyte of the faith, and then sighs, "You *have* seen what Crown's Refuge sits upon, have you not?"

"All we need to do is get around it. Easier said than done. However, if we can do that and then demolish one of the weak points then we can extend a proper ramp to your troops. The problem is of course getting up in the first place. A long shot but I really cannot think of a better way of ascent other than flying up there, which isn't happening." Lucius replies, rubbing his chin.

Ester interjects at that point, "Some of us can easily get up there and inside." She pauses, "How many are in there exactly?"


 * "Enough to keep us out," Soravyn replies to Ester with a smile, giving her a curious look in following. "Yes, you see, Mages with that ability are *entirely* limited to Fastheld, I know." It's sarcasm, but it isn't spoken in a tone that suggests it's meant to be scathing.


 * "While your hearts are in the right place, your lack of knowledge of the situation is painfully clear, I'm afraid to say. You've been here less than a day and you're already attempting to enlighten me with these amazing tactical plans and revelations. A little preumptuous, wouldn't you say?" Again, there's nothing in his voice that suggests he's attempting to rebuke the Fastheldians, though the lack in his position here is evidently a little grating all the same.


 * "You won't find any flaws in the palisade because there /aren't any flaws to find/. We built Crown's Refuge the same way the Aegis was constructed, and not without a price. The natural order demands balance in all things, and this current situation is, perhaps, the debt we owe to whatever forces are out there that take stock of these things. There's only one way up to Crown's Refuge, and only one way down, and that's via the Bulwark. Even then you're forgetting why we haven't attempted that yet."

"Not forgetting, sir, just not informed. And I do apologize as my suggestions being taken in a patronizing manner, since I tend to try to find solutions even if not asked. But I am always open to criticism which is why I came to you instead of declaring what we should do, since the commander is generally far more well informed. Please, though, what is the current situation?" Lucius asks, interest in his tone but emotion non-present. "And what can we do personally?"

"Wheeeeell then..." Ester replies to the Archon's comments and slaps her knees as she starts to stand. She waits for Lucius to finish before continuing a small and rather amused smile alighting upon her features. "After the Archon's polite admonishment of us, which of course is entirely correct..." She looks at Lucius as she continues, "Master Nepos my personal matter has been concluded. I am indeed satisfied, that owing to both attitude and manner that he is indeed who he says he is."


 * There's a silence that falls within the command tent that gives way only to the ambiance of those that move around the siege camp beyond it. A silence dictated by the less than impressed look that Soravyn Zahir places upon the form of Ester Shardwood as she makes her declaration. The wolf, it seems, is not amused by the outburst.

"Shardwood. Sit down and shut up until you're asked to talk again." Lucius says to the woman with no malice or anger. He is simply, as usual, cold and hard. His green blue eyes stare at the woman, being the only part of his composure that is remotely penetrating.

Ester lifts a brow at Lucius and for a moment looks as if she has no plans whatsoever to listen to him. However she must have some second thoughts as she does indeed sit back down.


 * "Lucius," the Archon barks, "Stop trying to score points. Miss Shardwood," he turns to the Shadow Dancer once more, "Elaborate."

"Sir." Lucius replies simply, his voice not speaking up again.

Ester straightens a little and looks straight at Soravyn. Her tone is calm and precise, "It is very simple really. When you come from where I do and have seen what I have it is prudent to not take everything at face value." She shifts on her seat, "The Justicar disappeared from Fastheld and lo and behold a man turns up here, leading an army of beings that are unknown to most of us and claims to be said man. It is suspicious and as much as my collegues here are well meaning and yes knew you before I know these things can be faked and I have some ability to see beyond such fakery. I wished to see and hear for myself. To only do my job as a protector of these people." At that comments she looks straight at Lucius. Then back at Soravyn, "No insult intended."


 * "Well then, none taken." Soravyn affirms with a slight incline of his head, maintaining his previous stance from before, in mostly the same location, with arms folded against his chest and voice and expression measured and calculated ahead of time. "When you come from where *I* do," he remarks with a smile, "You're able to find insult and suspicion in just about everything that everyone states. Usually because they're doing exactly that. Being a Zahir by blood has it's downpoints. I should really shake free of the shackles of that name, but I've yet to find the time to sit down and think of something new that I like the sound of."

Lucius Nepos again remains absolutely silent, reacting only with an arch of his eyebrows to Ester before Soravyn speaks. He observes, simply.

Ester smiles politely and offers, her expression deadpan except for a slight glint in the corners of her eyes, "I think Shardwood has a nice ring to it. Perhaps you should try that name out."


 * "The Syladris already have enough trouble with my name as it is." Soravyn laments with a smile, casting a quick glance towards the entrance of the tent just in time to catch two of the Naga Blood Guard beyond looking in, "I don't think we need to make their life any more difficult than it already is."


 * Still, the Archon dismisses the trivial point aside with a wave of his hand, looking back upon Ester and then Lucius in turn. "Now, if you'll stop calling me "Sir" and acting out the whole "I am the Captain of the Guard" routine, we can get back to the matter at hand. An assault is out of the question, but as you're not *YET* Wildlanders... how are you at subterfuge?"

"Old habits die hard. You know I'll always be a military man at heart." Lucius says with a bit of a grin finally taking his face. "Not terrible at it, though I'm personally a bit too blunt and straightforward. Depends what you have in mind."

Ester's head tilts to the side, "It's my specialty. This past year assured me of that fact." A pause, "But yes...it depends on what exactly."


 * "Well, the threat of this "He Who Is Manifest" murdering the Lady is what's keeping us, and the People of Crown's Refuge as a whole, from taking action against "Him" and those who have chosen to follow him." Soravyn explains, starting to pace now as he presents the initial concept of his idea. "Though we don't know *who* "He" is, or what help he recieved in decieving us as well as he did," a pause, "- and I suspect Ebonhold had a hand in it -", and he continues, "I have it on good authority that "He" only holds a few key sections of Crown's Refuge as a whole. The Bulwark, the base of Tempest Spire, and some foothold within Snowfall Basin."


 * Soravyn catches himself there; stopping mid-step to offer an apologetic spread of his hands to those two that sit with him. "Names that don't mean anything to you, but I'll have someone provide a map and the details you need to know to bring you up to speed. So, in true Zahir fashion, we're going to lie to them. You're Freelanders, and that's somewhat obvious to someone who took part in what was required to rebuild Crown's Refuge. If we can get you to the Bulwark without being shot, you might be able to pursuade the brigands there that you want to join their cause. If that works we can go one of two ways."

"He? Think it's that mage we heard about from Ebonhold? What's his name.. Windspire.. Brakeliar.. I'm not sure. Vhramis would know. Something with Drakes maybe. Anyways, I think we could do that, though we'd of course have to explain how we got through your camp unscathed. Providing we do that, how do you want us to proceed?" Asks Lucius with interest, leaning forward in his seat.

Ester looks somewhat lost as the names are listed. Likewise when Lucius speaks about Ebonhold and the mage. "Considering that I was little more then a common brigand and hung around with the like for the past year I don't think it'd be much of a stretch." She looks to Lucius, "We'll have some work to do on you though...and..." she grimaces and shakes her head and curses, "...frig *AND* the others. Shades. Norran Lomasa a brigand and the ladies?" She looks uncertain.


 * "Just tell them you're from Fastheld." Soravyn reasons with a shrug, "Wildlanders can tell. Even the Syladris. I don't think your Lomasa out there has helped break down those barriers either." Though serious, the smile upon his chiseled features is nothing short of amused. "*If* you manage to get inside, then they'll probably want to take you to this "He Who Is" *whatever*. I doubt it's that 'Drakesfire' Archmage. I'm told he hasn't been seen in quite some time, and some of those who have had dealings with Val'sharax claim that one banished the other."

"I'm not too bad, really. I did grow up in Eastwatch. Norran.. yeah, he's a little bit of a prig." Lucius grins. "But I am amenable to that fact. If it helps to end this bloody siege then it'd be good. So I assume you don't want us to kill this 'He Who Is', providing we can? Negotiate?"

Ester nods at Lucius and sits back and listens, her expression growing thoughtful.


 * Soravyn considers that question for a moment, having evidently given it some forethought that he now brings to light, starting to pace once more, scarlet armor catching the light from the twin-lamps as he walks by them. "It depends on how well equipped you are if you manage to get inside," he offers, "Once inside you'll have two options: either go along with the escort, or vanish before they have a chance to get suspicious. If you take your seraphite with you, 'vanishing' isn't going to be an option, but you'll be better prepared if things take a turn for the worse. If you don't then you'll be able to plan your own approach, but you won't be as well equipped. Should you encounter this leader, I'd like you to opt for diplomacy over violence if possible. Not how I'd operate in Fastheld, but I have more to consider now. Of course, violence is just one of /those/ things.

"I have a cover for my shield that is made out of leather, and it drowns most if not all of the light. I can always swap shields with somebody else if all else fails, but that's a niggling little detail." Lucius nods at Soravyn's plan. "It's not bad. How do you propose a negotiation? He could just kill us as easily."

Ester thinks for a moment and asks in a frank manner. " Before we go one more. Were you sent out here to do this by the Emperor or did you come of your own accord?" She pauses, "Reason I'm asking you see...is that idealism and helping out others is all well and good in some cases and well sometimes quite the adventure for it's own sake... But I'm wondering *why* we would feel that we even should help? Though I expect I speak more for myself when I ask this." She rambles a little, "Though if you are indeed connected with Fastheld and sorta kinda part of it then we might...since we were sent out here by the Emperor then I expect we *have* to help."


 * "My own accord," Soravyn answers without hesitiation. "It's a fairly long tale, some of which I've already told to your Master Temple, should you be curious in following that up. And, of course, you're free to walk away from all of this if that is your nature. However, Lucius and Master Temple have already expressed a desire to offer their services, and in the spirit of that pledge I offer an intended plan of how they can do that. I would surmise that Vhramis Wolfsbane also has a stake in the matter. This is not about quests and rewards, it's about freedom and the greater good." His smile is bittersweet. "If that isn't good enough then I'm sure I can dig out some shiny bauble that you'll be able to amuse yourself with later."


 * That stated, the Archon's tone turns darker, as does his expression. The wolf smells blood. "And Lucius, I would like for you to negotiate in true Zahir fashion: Either he surrenders, or you rip his Light forsaken head off."

"Yes. You will be given the option of staying in the boat if you really don't want to participate in this. Otherwise you can come with us. I suppose you can, if you wish, zap back to Fastheld though I certainly wouldn't advise it. This is a personal matter as Soravyn has said, and is it has not as much to do with the business we were sent on involvement will also be personal." Lucius says. "If you do come along, though, we'll have a chain of command. As usual. That's just the way things work and I'm sure you understand why, Ester. It's more of an aside to you." He nods at Soravyn again. "Well, that works. Once we're inside, anyways, we can pretty much have the run of the place."

Ester blinks incredulously at Lucius and shakes her head. "You're assuming much Master Nepos from my question, which has been plainly answered and I am thankful for that." She looks back at Soravyn, "No baubles necessary," Ester replies with a small smile. Her tone is cryptic and somewhat mischievious, "I believe that I have already aquired such a bauble from under your watch and perhaps owe you for said bauble." As she speaks she casually lays a hand across the leg of her armor.


 * "Hmm?" the Archon inquires, quirking a dark silver brow at Ester as she offers her somewhat cryptic bait. It takes a few moments of Soravyn looking over Ester (without making it look like he's glancing over her for entirely different reasons) and that somewhat form-fitting armor before it finally clicks. "So," he murmurs with amusement, "*That's* where it went. In all my years I'd never heard of armor wandering off until the day that happened. The irony was simply too beautiful to sully after that. Speaking of thefts, however, you seem to have stolen another night from me."


 * He gives the two of them a mock look of annoyance, and then hitches his thumb towards the flap of the command tent, a smile flowing in the wake of the action. "Off with you both before my Blood Guard fall asleep at their post."

"I am not assuming anything, Ester, but I really don't want to argue about it; if I was assuming I'd not have gone to length in explanation." Lucius replies, not seeming to take the hint about armour until Soravyn explains. He laughs at length, patting Ester on the shoulder.

"Let's do that." Then he walks out.

Ester just smiles at both Soravyn and Lucius as she stands and follows Lucius out of the tent.

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