Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

The woman smile as she shuffled her leg across to the fire place. "I understand that, why don't you snack on sweet roll while I get something rounded up?" Molly suggested as she used the lantern to light a small lump of straw on fire. Opening the fire box of the old oiled stove she lay the straw down in it before adding some small twigs to it. The fire was slow to catch yet did it reluctantly after what seemed like forever. Next came the small branches then the logs before the stove was warm enough to ward off the cold winter like air that filled the kitchen. With that done she fetched a pot, having found no left over stew (most likely the dogs meal for the night) she started on making her own. A little bit of water and tomatoes soon turned to a rather meaty lamb stew with a few potatoes and some carrots. A pleasant smell filled the kitchen as the food finished cooking finally. At this rate the prince would starve before she finished! "Here." Molly said with a smile as she filled a rather large bowl halfway and handed it to the boy. "Careful it's hot."

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

The man pulled his face away from her's though made no move to remove himself from holding her down. Maybe it was the fact that as soon as he would she was bound to hurt him or even that he felt like this was meant to be, I do not know. But with a confident smile he bent over her again gazing into her hazel like eyes for a moment before pressing his lips to her, eyes closed as he waited for the all to familiar sting of a punch or a stab. Maybe she would go with it? Most likely she wouldn't and he would pay for this act for the rest of his life. Though it was best to live in the moment then to wait and miss your chance at living.

Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG
While Molly prepared his meal the young boy that had been put on a chairr went over to a few cabinets across on the other side of the table he was sitting at. After dragging a chair to them he climbed up on the chair, looking in the cabinets. It took some time but eventually he found some sweet, white, luxarious bread. Quickly the young hands of the crown prince grabbed the bread while sitting down on the chair and started eating. As he took the third bite on the bread he hit a sweet, sweet apple piece that almost melted as he bit into it. He got a wide smile on his lips. while holding the bread in his young hand he slowly picked out the applepiece before quckly eating it. Curious as if to he could find more apples or not the clearblue eyes looked at the bread, finding no pieces in it. So with a disapointed sigh he started eating the bread again.When he was handed the bowl his grin went even wider. With a surprising apetite he digged into the food quickly. Normally Cullyn only eats half of what he was served in the bowl so the fact that he gulped it in after already eating a piece of bread was shocking. But the surprice didnt end with that. The child finnished the entire bowl before holding it up. "Can I have more?" he asked while looking at Molly with begging eyes.It was as if someone had replaced the prince with a identical looking child but with a apetite of ten Cullyns usual apetite.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
When he looked away from her she feelt something keen to relife. However it disapeared just as quickly as it had came forth to her. The hazelcoloured eyes glared into his without wavering a moment. He is not going to make her falter, she is not going to fall for him or his tricks. As she felt his lips against his butterflies went flying in her stomach against her own will. The small beard he had tickled her as she recived the kiss. The gentle tickling distracted her enough to be able to think atleast somewhat. How she did it or where she got the strength from she had no idea. You could ask her a thousand times and yet she would still not be able to tell you how but she managed to get free and toss him of her. With a swift and quick movement she kicked at him, hitting him straight in the face with her feet, probably breaking the nose. After that a quick movment from her hit him hard enough in the stomach with her knee to knock out a much larger man. "If you EVER kiss me again, il chop of your jewles and force you to eat them. You will NOT do this again, understood servant?" she hissed with venom dripping in her voice. How dare he?! How the hell dare he steal her first kiss like that?! It was clear for all and everything around them thatshe was furious and not to be messed with now.


NPC for Sapphire
He stared in shock at the doctor before pushing him to the side. "How stupied can you be?!" he growled at the man before pouring water from his watercontaner in the wounds. With that done he wuickly tore his tunic into pieces and begun to wrap the wounds after putting some herbs in the most grave of wounds. "GUARDS!" he said in a sharp voice while wrapping the last wound. Right now they need to get the lord to the castle quickly. yet safely so he will need one of them to transport him there.

The guards picked up the young lord. One of the guards even kicked the medic. The townsfolk looked on with grave concern. What had happened to the young lord? they thought Was he hurt? What would happen if the lord died from his wounds? Who would take over? The last question they didn't want to think of but some did because that meant Emont's young brother who never came down to the village would take over. No one even knew his name. It was like he wasn't even there...... only when he was there he had ordered harsh punishments to the weak behind his brother's back and his parent's backs as well. Everyone hated the kid.

Emont's Young Brother

I have waited and wait for Emont's death. Yes call me insane if you will but once he is dead I will have a stern rule over the town. Who cares if I killed a few elderly? They got in my way! But hopefully this was the day! This was the day he would become lord when he grew older! He laughed crazily and kicked a chair.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

With a concerned look the woman placed the back of her hand on the boys forehead. He was not ferverish at least so why the sudden appetite? Maybe it was just his body supplying itself for a sudden growth spell, or even that it was preparing for an on coming sickness. "As you wish." She said wearily as she refilled the bowl. She herself had never used as much magic as the boy had the day before, this she had no understanding of what was going on with him. Her motherly instinct told her that he was getting sick, as he had rarely done before. Molly stood back as she watched him eat, thinking of whom would know what to do for the boy better than herself. His father would say that he was simply becoming a man, or that if he was sick then it would make him stronger most likely. The herbalist wouldn't dare touch him in fear that if death did follow that she would be to blame for it. Whom else could help? The priest, he had read the books, far more books than she had so he must know what was wrong with the boy. But it was still of late, he wouldn't be awake yet not with him having read all those riddles in the court yard. Yes she had heard that, all of it in fact. He seemed so lonely, so content with his work that he even found company in that of an animal. It was sad really, and she couldn't help but feel the least bit saddened by it.

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

The first kick was enough to startle him, throwing him back some with the force of it. Everything seemed to happen in a sort of blurr. He was on her then he wasn't, he was beside her on the ground bleeding from him now broken nose. Then came the kick to the stomach which caused him to double over, eyes firmly clenched shut. Maybe she was right, he had been stupid in thinking that she could ever love him. Reality set in, he was a servant nothing more. He was only here to serve and protect. At that moment something died within him, his will to show her he was more that a servant. His body relaxed as the pain passed and he gradually pulled himself to his feet. "As you wish, master." He said his head down as he pushed past her. "I'll go ready the horses for our departure...."

Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG
Two blue eyes looked up at Molly in confusion. Why were she taking his temperature? The young prince looked cautiously at her as she filled his bowl again, she seemed diffrent for some reason. Was it something he said? Something he did? But ... what had he done? What had he said? All he had done was eat all the food, and ... ask for more of it. Once the bowl of food was put on the table infront of him he glanced up at Molly. A short while he just looked at her before turning to the food. Slowly he begun to eat while keeping a eye on her. Had he ever seen Molly this deep in thoughts? Probably not. She always seemed to be levelheaded, have a clear picture of the situation and be able to tell what was happening. But now ... she just looked confused. After rather quickly gulping in the food once more, cleaning the bowl to the point of licking up the stew he put down the spoon. "Molly?" he asked in a low, anxious tone. Nervously he poked a bit on the spoon, pushing it ever so tinly forwards each time his finger touched the spoon. "D... Did I do something wrong?" he asked Molly in the same anxious, worried tone as he had said her name just moments earlier.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
She looked at him, his entire posture changing. It went from proud and tall to ... to something she could only describe as beaten and broken. For some reason she wasnt sure of why, it feelt horrible. She had no intention whatso ever to break the man. But she cant doubt her self, she cant let something so silly as ``compassion`` to bother her, distract her. Her head was held high, her eyes stern and confident. But as he pushed past her she couldnt help but take a faltering step backwards. "Good. Let me know when you are done and I will fix the nose" she said in a monotone, empty yet steady and strong voice. A moment she closed her eyes. As she did she heard her mothers scolding voice, her teachers strict teachings and the clanelders reprimendings. NO! She did right! There IS a diffrence between her and him. She is of the proud Raven clan, a priestess taught by the temple of Ankou, a assasin who works for the king of kings, Amsden. She is Agrona, a weapon, a servant, a noble, a woman and that is how she will act! She WILL act acording to rules and regulations. That includes bpoth punnishing and rewarding her followers. And in this moment her follower is Arcadius! Her responsibility is to make sure he is treated well while still making sure that he reats her as he should! That is something she WILL do!


NPC for Sapphire
He followed the guards and the, honestly useless, doctor. Once at the small small town surounding the castle belonging to lord Emonts relative he looked to his side. "Lord Aris" he said politely as he passed the man, bowing deeply, knowing fully well that the young man infront of him have little to no patient what so ever. This young lord is not someone who you wish to insult unless you have a wish to get a kiss from death. "is there something I may help you with my lord?" he asked Aris while standing up again.

Aris

"Stupid Hunter!" Aris snapped. "What do you want with me! Only someone weak as my father would hire someone like you!" Aris laughed maniacally and headed to the library. He hoped the stupid hunter wouldn't follow him but who knew with townsfolk. When Aris got into the somewhat large library he looked for a book on war hoping to learn as much as possible. He had also demanded that the head Knight teach him to fight. And who would ever resist him? No one unless they wanted a sword with their name on it. Aris found a book on war tactics and he smiled. Perfect just what I need Aris thought. He took down the book and headed back towards his room. "Hey you!" Aris said to a knight. The knight shook in their armor in fear. "Get the head knight and bring him to my room at once!" Aris ordered. The knight sprinted off at the hearing of the order not because it was an actual order but because the knight wanted to get away from Aris's glare.

Aris smiled and went into his room. He sat down at his desk.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

Thoughts broken the woman looked up a strange look of confusion on her face as she did. Slowly the face faded into a false kindly smile. "No my dear boy, you have done nothing to wrong me." Molly said her face lightening up more now. "How about once you finish here we go and talk to Zarune? Maybe he can tell us a few new riddles." Her voice was that of someone in mourning, like someone that had lost someone close to them. Again she looked up at the boy, her blue eyes peering into his. "Do you like him, the priest? I mean he is not the best, nor the bravest but he's smart...and kind." A genuine smile spread over her face at the thought. "I have never seen such a kind man, and despite everything he's funny as well."

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

Camel greeted him with a sharp pull of his hair, though now it seemed not to make the man laugh or yell. He simply placed his hand on the animals shoulder and patted him before saddling him. They would be forced to share the horse seeing that the other had ran off in the night, after Agrona accident. Arcadius sighed. "Bachelors, me and you, meant to spend our lives alone from love though yours is in a more permanent way." The man smiled lightly the horse snorting some at his comment. "Maybe it's for the better, I don't need anyone. No one has ever cared for me before, why should they now?"

Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG
He looked up at her when she spoke.She seemed so upset, so down and broken. So somehow he feelt that she wasnt honest. Or atleast that she didnt say anything. Slowly he took a bit of the soup before looking up at molly again as she begun to speak. Does he like him? Does he like his new teacher? When he saw the smile she got he got really upset. She looked so sad when she spoke to him and yet when he talked about Zarune she lit up like the sun. He just stared at her with disbelife in his eyes a moment before looking down at his bowl. "He is okej" he mumbled before quickly just eating what he had in his bowl. "Im tired so Il go to bed, but you can go" he said while looking up at her. He feelt so crossed right now. "I think he might know why im bith tired and hungry so you can go talk to him. I will be in my chamber" he said with a forced smile before quickly disapearing from the kitchen. Once he had taken the first step outside the kitchen he begun to run. He didnt see to good since it was still dark outside and the torches on the walls did not light up much. And to top it off he feelt tears push in his eyes again. But as he turned one of the courners to his chamber he ran into someone. As he staggerd backwards he felt his legs give up and he fell down on his butt. A while he just stared straight forward in surprice before looking up.





Amsden of the Sapling ~ King ~ 65 ~ Currently in: RG
The elderly king looked down at his son that was sitting on the floor. "Come here Cullyn" he said after some time, holding out his hand to his son. Once the boy took his hand the old man picked the boy up in his arms. The warm wintercloak got wrapped around the boy as protection for whatever evil might be after him. "Want to talk about it?" the now weak king asked but got a wuick and energetic shaking of his sons head as a answer. "Werry well, lets just go to my chamber then" the old king answerd. In all honesty, the clothes, and especially the massive furcloak the king was wearing probably weighed more than himself. His muscles were aching from the coold night air that still reigned all around them despite the fact that the sun was starting to go up. The eternal struggle between the moon and its brother the sun were starting once more, and if all went as per tradition the sun would win this battle, taking its reign over the sky to warm up the ground beneth and the people under it. Once in the livingroom of his chamber he sat down infront of the magnific fireplace. The servants have gotten orders about making sure that the fireplaces in all the rooms in his chamber as constantly lit. It does help everyone if the king can rise from his bed without ache and pain due to cold air caressing his wounds and scars. As he looked down at his son to ask about the nights terrors that had happend earlier he found the young boy sleeping, traces of tears still on the boys cheeks while he had a firm grip of the fathers tunic. In silence he looked at the boy a moment before smiling a bit. "You look so much like your mother at times" he whisperd, kissing the sons forehead before looking into the fire that was dancing over the firewood.





Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
She looked back at him a moment before shaking her head. The shoulderloong darkblond, almost brown like hair danced as she shaked the head before it gently laid to rest once more. A bit messy and unloved maby it still had a gentle movement to it as it slowly stoped dancing and the lightbrown, chestnut like eyes opend again. With that she sat down near the embers that slowlyy became useless in the dawning day as the sun begun to make its way upon the sky. After pooring water on it she coverd the traces of the fireplace with dirt to make sure it was harder to track them and to make sure therewould be no forest fires as a result of their neglect. Once that was done she had to take a few deep breaths to make sure she controlled the pain in her arm, and not it her. "Are you done soon?" she asked as she packed the last of her stuff and then his. She just wanted to fix his nose, she feelt really really horrible about it. But he had overstepped his boundries, so he had to be punnished. That is how it works. If your underling oversteps his or her boundries you punnish them. If they behave properly you reward them. Yet you can not forget to tend to their wounds and problems. A lady and assasin knows these rules, a lady and assasin follows these rules. A just and kind heart, a strict and unwavering mind. That is all she needs. Well not all, she do need unwavering dedication and loyalty as well. And that, those things are all things she posseses. She thinks atleast.


NPC for Sapphire
he looked a bit baffled at the younger lord as he walked away. *You think to highly of your father lord Aris, I do not work for your father, I work for the lord of this county* he thought to himself. But anyone with even just one tenth,1/10, of a brain knows to not say this to a relative of the lord. So instead he just said "I do sincearly apologice for not beeing of use to you my lord" as the young boy was already gone.

The knight walked up to the door that hid Aris chamber before knocking. "You summond me sire?" he asked while looking at the door. The knight is a massive man, standing 3heads taller than most normal men, as broad as two men standing next to one a other and all muscles. Despite his impressive looks it does not stop there. He have a imensly knowledge of the entire military history in this county, have leed several campaigns for the lord that have been overwhelming succeses. Further more he had followed the ruling lords father to the kings castle as young, protecting the former clanleader while still getting a education of his own by the officers at the kings castle. beeing so old and working directly under the lord that Aris serves he can talk back to the young boy, telling him off if needed be. His job is the safety of the clan and those living in the county. A job he takes seriously.

"I need for you to discuss my brother." Aris smiled wickedly. "I heard he was injured. What happened?" Aris then looked sad trying to fool this guard. But he knew most knew his intentions of taking his brother's place as lord. Aris then sighed. "My poor foolish brother." Aris sighed. "Whom would let such foolishness rule our village? Not me for the old have no purpose but more mouths to feed."

Emont

He lay wounded and confused on his bed. His head was propped up and he was all bandaged up. "W-where is the hunter?" Emont asked. "I-I-I n-n-ne-need him. B-b-bring him p-p-please!" Emont tried to look around but not much was seen. He sighs and saw the guards go outside of his room. Emont knew he had to get better and not die. Or else his brother Aris would take over....... and Emont couldn't bare the thought of that.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

He had left before she had time enough to say anything. Maybe he had lied when saying he had liked Zarune. The boy was strange like that, he didn't like some people enough that he would lie about it as to not hurt her feelings. She had clearly not thought about him in talking about the priest, she needed to be more thoughtful about his feelings. With a loud, exhausted sigh she walked towards the door and exited the kitchen still deep in thought. What is the priest didn't wish to speak with her, after all she had broken his nose and all. Molly hesitated before knocking on the door to his room. No answer came to her though. Could he be out? What if he was hurt by the attackers?! Without a priest to teach the prince he would make a worthless king. What could she possibly do to help though? There was only one thing she could think of.
Holding the door knob she put a heavy shoulder on the door. Slamming all her weight onto the door with her shoulder the door gave a weak groan but held in place. Pain shot up her arm as she reeled back and went at it again. The second hit made the door give a bit and the pain only got worse as the flesh was smashed against the oak door. Wincing the woman reeled back again and smashed the door in with a loud crash. Molly fell to the ground with a groan, clutching her arm as she did. Why had she thought of that stupid plan? Would waiting have been so difficult?

Zarune~ 29 years old~ RG

The man woke at the first sound the door had made. Knocking? Who could want to talk to him this early? With a yawn he laid back down in the soft bed and covered up in the blanket. It was so cold out...he just wanted sleep. It had been so long since he had had a soft bed to sleep in, with a nice warm blanket that covered the whole of him. The door made a sound again causing the man to look up again with a stern look an his face. Who could it be that wanted him this early in the morning?! The door sounded as if it was being broke in. Assassins? But why would they want him? Did they know of the necklace?! A steady hand grabbed the gem around his neck, as if to protect it from the human eye. Then the door came crashing in, a body with it. Zarune yelped some covering his head in the blanket as he did. What a way to go! In bed, barely clothed with his head in the covers! At least he was wearing pants, that was a plus. This was the end, this was what his life had led up to a death that was worse than that of a sheep being led to the butcher. No...he wouldn't go this way. He wouldn't be one to give up that easily, fighting was the only option here. Clenching his left fist he threw himself from the bed hand out in front of him as he summoned a flaming ball of malice to his fingertips and shot it at the door. Whomever it was would be injured by the flame if not killed. A woman screeched as the fireball passed over head. He knew that voice. "Molly?!" The man asked opening his eyes to see the woman laying face first on the ground hands over her head to protect it. His voice was both frightened and embarrassed, after all he was bare chested in front of the woman and had nearly killed her with magic. The pillar he hit on the other hand stood charred from the blast but seemed unharmed yet.

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

"Already am, just waiting for you...master." The word fell from his mouth like led as it was said. As if a actual weapon his heart hurt as it was said. He would have much rather been stabbed in the heart than to have said the poisoned word. But this was what he was meant to do, to serve her as she was his queen. No matter how much it hurt to do so, that was his duty. It was moments like this that he thought of death, after all that was his only way to freedom. Arcadius thought of how easily the woman could kill him, how easy it would be to be free. But then what lay beyond? The underworld? Hell? He knew not the answer. Either though would be better than saying that word again to the woman.