Ode of Eight Gazes - A Chronicle of Skye

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Destin: The Order had come to Sleat. Where once the Order of the Saintly Sword had marched onto the fields en masse, under sparkling imperial banners, their armor shining in the sunlight, Destin Janus had transformed them into a silent army that could not be efficiently combated because it would not come into the open to face its enemies. Instead, they snuck about, picking their battles, striking at targets of opportunity. They bid their time. They fought largely through proxies -- and Destin saw Eight Gazes as an excellent potential proxy. That was why his men had come to Sleat. They searched and they waited, any guard foolish enough to isolate himself, to step into the shadow for even a moment was gone, and his naked body was concealed as best it could be under the tight time constraints they had. Inside an hour of entering the town, the recently "rearranged" town guard had a large meeting just beyond the docks. Destin's men had dispatched the guard and donned their uniforms as the most efficient means to effect a large gathering in the town without drawing excess attention. In most any other situation it wouldn't have been a very sound plan -- but since Sleat was doomed, they only needed a temporary cover, and this was sufficient. "Everyone here?" asked one among them, pausing to take a brief headcount. "Looks like it," responded the next. "We've got sentries in position covering our backs. We've ordered them to avoid contact with the raiders. Don't wanna start a fight before we can even talk with them." They nodded. "Right, then ... shall we go introduce ourselves?"

Percival: The port side had been emptied of leadership, making constraints on the guard. The Talons had collaberated with the utmost perfection and had the writs ready to hand down to the garrison Sergeants from the Captains. Raiders were boarding the ships now as several figures emerged from the beach side some meters off, hauling large barrels. torches helped cast shadows, but did not help to hide the happenings of the port. There were muffled screams coming from the ships docked at Sleat, but no guard to hear their pleas. Stepping onto the stoned pathway beneath a small bridge lit of torches stood a couple of men, one of whose mask reflected the wavoring orange from the torch above. An emotionless mask which reflected the demeanor of a defected agent, traitor, and notorious criminal-- the face of Captain Eight Gazes. ``.. my lord, everything is in motion.`` Eight Gazes nodded, motioning to a Talon by his side to start the explosive step to his plan, and begin the exodus. The man left without question.. without a word traded between them. It gave Percival a feeling of security he needed to help settle the insecurity he felt in his stomach.(d

a poets bIade: At the flank of the traitor was the enigmatic man charged with bringing him to Justice. It was a fickle, fleeting concept, one that Kuriel had come to recognize was inherently flawed. Only one needed to be brought to this false belief .. Destin. It was why those normally jovial eyes were set with a cold determination. Ornate spear slung over his shoulders, arms snaked around it, the man posed as if crucified while he spent the next tense moments within the sanctum of his tormented mind. An occasional glance would drink in the preparations made for this battle. Timing would be key, but a lot of this would have to bank on a small degree of luck. Leaning a bit, he nudged the stoic Percival. `` .. You think luck is really a lady? ``

Beathag: There was no such thing as Justice occuring in the dignified courts of common law: a man tried before elected peers, a sentence levied. Fate had a cruel, ironic sense of humor demanding poetic recourse by way of fantastic epics to resolve the wrongs of one to another. Fate was fickle, forcing promies made in solemn oath's recitation to be broken. Those that promised to serve betrayed, and she? Beathag had promised to lay down her arms, to leave eighteen years of bloody sufferage behind but it was not to be. "Quiet now.." she levied the command as the country's tip turned to reveal the highlight of Sleat cutting the dark night. "M'lady, all seems quiet. The guard looks to have changed at the prescribed hour. Bells goin' to ring in the church...so far nothing." Maahes crossed his arms to be the stoic master peak rising behind her back, dwarfing the golden sun of her hair..one of the few low lights fierce enough to pass the cloudy veil to shine. "The nothin' is wot we've come tae face, gentleman.." Hands eased the steering column as they came closer. One last look on Sleat. It would never be the same again. "Have the White make formation on deck...tell the Gold tae bare ready tae make instant mark. Ah want e'ery cannon loaded, ready tae fire...nothin' quick, nothin' rash." The question wasn't that they were to fight, but who what side of the evil would be the lesser? The Vanguard lay on the outskirts of the sleepy seaside city, ordered to clear a way for the infantry to follow..but no path dare they cut into the city. Ten men they sent in for search....only one returned. (d)

Apollo: Just then, the night sky turned solid orange as an explosion rocked the ground. Rubble, debris.. it went everywhere climbing heights close to the darkened clouds that hovered in front of the moons ambience. All the men in the port were illuminated and bells sounded as alarm. The steps were falling into place as th eTalons came out dress as Knights acting as if to survey what was happening. Cries of injured persons filled the airs, the sound for healers .. it was happening, organized chaos. A wall of fire separated the main city from the port district, a wall of inferno. The garrison was lost for what to do, and the sergeants took the orders without question. ``GET THOSE PEOPLE OUT!`` Yelled one of the Sergeants..attempting to gather the attention of the guard and get the forming crowds moving.---- Apollo heard the thunder from the distance. From the treeline he watched as flames rose skyward and flaming debris was sent ascant from within the city. ``Gods... they have already started. Danae.. form the men and lets push into the city. The main gates are open.. now is our chance...`` Apollo leaned onto his spear, using it as a cane to help alleviate the pain in his knee.

Danae--Danae stood by Apollo's side, her pale blue eyes watching as she too would of course see the flaming and shattering pieces of rubble take its course. A look to Apollo and all she did was nod as eyes looked back. Arms crossed over her chest as Merick stood with them. "Merick....form the lines and send in the men.. lets get a move on while we can." (d)

Destin: "chyt!" A wave of heat washed over the gathered men as the docks went up in flame. They collectively hit the deck as a mass of smoldering wooden shrapnel flew over their heads. "Damnit! They blew the docks!" This was going to pose a problem. The men had to give it to old Eight Gazes: when he went in for an op, he didn't half-ass it. There was going to be momentous confusion -- with Talons posing as knights, Destin's men posing as the town guard, and the civilians in a complete panic, the culprits were sure to get away scott free. But the Saints? That was going to prove a great deal more difficult. They had planned on making contact with their potential allies before having to extract, and they certainly hadn't expected the commotion to be this big -- and they were right in the middle of it. Whatever chance they may have had to slip out quietly was all but gone now, and the news coming in only made matters worse. One of the sentries had broken protocol to run straight up to them. His breath short, he had to pause a moment before he could speak: "We're compromised," he informed his fellows. "Sizeable formation entering the town. I'd bet my leg they're here for us. Must have been an intel leak."

Beathag: "M'lady,....there's a stirring on the...." The man with the spyglass dropped the instrument. It clanged on the deck, as if that were the only sound in creation as the fire flickered up. The boom sounded delayed to all of them while disbelief muted the senses. Aftershocks rocked the sea sending the ship into violent spasms. She gripped onto the wheel as the boom finally hit them with force enough to wake Celtic legends. Some hit the deck for fear of debris, others clung to the railing, rigging, and comerades. "Sleat is lost, Your Grace! Turn this vessel around! TURN IT" The botswain breeched the chain of command, giving no damn what consequence would be if it spared the leader her life. His life was supposed to pay the forfeit,but with the Duke abroad..."Defy me not! Stand ready tae follow mah commands AND ANY General Maahes will issue! Sleat is nay lost until the last buidlin' fallls n' the last man on ANY Side should beh dyin! Take torch n' flag, signal our sister vessel behind us..we make sail intae the fray!" The Eygptian, given leave, stepped in to do the job he had agreed to do with no care that the men of Skye objected.. if they dared. He saw that the signals were put into place to bring the sister vessel up alongside...two vessels. It was all they could spare, the minimal crew required to get each to float, the best with arms and sea skirmish. In the city, Apollo and Danae found the Vanguard of forty approaching their ranks, the leader offering to take him through the paths of the city for effiecncy. His name was Penpere..and Sleat had been his home. What was distance became encroaching doom..the steady sound of drums breaking the gloom. She sailed with the Seawitch into the fray..(d)

Percival: Percival watched from behind the flat metal of his mask as the sky was illuminated. The fire reflected from the medal of his visor. When Kuriel had spoken, he shifted to look back after being nudged by the warrior. ``Perhaps an old whore who manages to get lucky every night..`` He replied with a dry tone absent of any humor. Percival managed to keep a straight face under his mask, but could not help but be proud of what destruction they had caused. It was not everyday he saw something as beautiful as this. He motioned for Kuriel to follow, his hand resting on the hilt of his ornate rapier as he strode to the center most part of the port. Bodies were being thrown over board the ships, and supplies hauled up the catwalks by hired thugs. In open sight, the garrison of the port side ushered the citizens to the beaches, and the brave stayed behind to be organized into a poorly organized brigade. ``Move it, men !`` Eight Gazes yelled, moving across the dock. The Vigilant, his prized ship sat back in the darkness, a solid black ship with no source of light that watched the port city being destroyed. As the Duchess's ship edged toward the ports, the Vigilante fell silently behind them.

Apollo:---Apollo, Danae, and Merick, along with the allied Penpere were being held back by fleeing citizens. Some took arms thinking they were being raided by the soldiers, in which Avarian or Skye soldier ended them. The banners shown and Apollo limped at the head of the formation, motioning groups down alley ways to secure a standing and block the only exit out of the walls.(d)

Kuriel: `` .. Oh, so that is why you brought me. `` Kuriel didn't miss him, even if only on a subconscious level, insinuating Lady Luck was Kuriel himself. Without hesitation he spun the spear from over his shoulders and fell into step with the sour leader. Their enemies forces had been split, but that wasn't the battle itself -- that was to give them equal footing. His heart pounded, nerves worked, he knew, now, that forever wasn't his. That this battle could be his end, his demise, that there would be no magical return, no clever escape, that he was bound by limitations that he only understood on a pragmatic level. Sharp eyes watched The Vigilant take position, but it was hard for even the legendary archer to discern the crafts silhouette. Meanwhile, inside a seedy tavern, people cowered, rushed to the windows or simply sank into the shadows unsure of this sudden commotion. There was chaos in the street, an army running through the streets, chasing down the devious Sword Saints. All of them. Save .. One. That one? He sat in the very tavern, smiling inward, as his one good eye didn't even bother to look back and view the charge of Apollo and his brave men. Muttering to the man at his size, the massive Masarou, the First of the New Order, stood. The mountain of a man barked a laugh, as he left the tavern, mug in hand. `` Jus' like tha' old man said .. `` -- Shouldering through the door, the seven foot, four inch, hundred man slayer ducked under the portal to meet the cold night and see this once dark sky alive with the blazing fire in the distance .. Behind Apollo and his charge. --`` Welp, time ta' work. ``

Beathag: "It is another war! The Duchy is coming to kill the rest of the Clan!" "No, the Avarians have come to take us!" Mixed opinions from the fleeing, crouching down in alleyways, hiding with backs pressed to the stone walls. There was no way to get out through the gate, so citizens arranged themselves into weak parties of followers and escorts who knew open routes. Men in their homes saw the Griffin. A middle aged sheriff would take his sword out of his chest to fight with them, his disillusioned son electing to go against. She had warned them, but nothing could prepare them for the feral swarms of the traumatized, waving at the Avarians pieces of tartan from dead family members, asking them if they were friend or foe. Some chose to let them go no further out of defiance to have their homes seized, others clamoring to become the dead innocents a man would have no choice to kill if he wanted to get futher in. The Seawitch had come up along the Eastern end of the warehouses still preserved. A one-armed sailor bawked at the sight of her, a floating revision of a Viking ship..down to the dragon head..but quicker, as efficient a vessel as anything made by the Spanish or French. Maahes became the first eye for the poised men with arrows, pointing where he recognized an enemy from an innocent. Twang! A wave of arrows hit each place the General specified, as if he were the fuel in a well-oiled machine of men with frightning precision. The allied Vanguard took the shape of a crescent at the behest of their leader, "My Lord, follow in our steps!" Steel would meet steel..Danae and Apollo finding the Vanguard unafraid of death, for that was what surely met those were taking Avarians in deeper..even at the hands of their own countrymen. Beathag relinquished the wheel to the first mate, slipping her weapons into place (d)

Akuto and Skut: The scene was becoming more chaotic by the moment, and the thinly disguised Sword Saints were in the eye of the storm, so to speak. All around them, civilians were fleeing in a panic, fires were breaking out, allies were fighting allies for their ignorance of the true enemy, and confusion ran wild. Whether or not the enemy was fighting amongst themselves, the infiltrators were still surrounded, exposed, and severely outnumbered. To them, this mattered not. All at once, they rose into a sudden defeaning clamor: hollering and hooting at the tops of their lungs, banging their weapons on their shields. Many of them began to strip away their armor and clothing, exposing bare sunbaked skin, and began to drag the edges of their blades across their own flesh as they stared down the enemy, howling furiously all the while. One of the men produced an odd round object with a wick -- one of those strange contraptions the Order was becoming infamous for using. He lit the wick with a bit of flint, and holding the object high went charging wildly into the fray, where he went up in a blaze of fire and shrapnel, never regarding his own safety even
in the least. At once the lot of them charged -- there was no formation, no organization, just unadulterated madness. Meanwhile, from a bar not so very distant from this disturbing scene, there emerged beside the gigantic Akuto a hideous creature of a man -- a fellow so ugly he could have given Destin a run for his money. He was squat and hunched, his jaw was slack, and he lacked for a good chunk of his left arm. "Not so sure as they're requirin' our help, sir," he said. But Akuto was already commited -- and that meant Skut was committed as well.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Apollo: Apollo's formation along with the one of Skye buckled when the commander called for the men to follow. Apollo motioned them to follow the better equiped commanders. However, their enemy revealed themselves using a tactic which was far more tradition than any claim to insanity. The following soldiers began to buckle and the line was broken immediately up front by the exploding Saint. Some men backed up in fear at the utter disregard these soldiers had for their lives.. the determination. Apollo was unaffected by the tactic, but found himself caught in the fray of unorganized chaos as citizens stormed he and Danae. He quickly freed himself as Danae did at his side and attemted to get some order back to the streets, but he could no longer make out in the chaos who was good, bad.. or innocent. ``We are... unfortunate Danae.. stay close to my back. We need to work our way..--`` Another explosion went off to their right, it was a third stage to Eight Gazes plan. A large building began to fall claiming an exit and redirecting the crowd back to the center square where Apollo and Danae had ended up. The wall of fire was starting to die down in the distance but the panic was so wide spread, there was killing everywhere. Apollo's gaze met with one man who stood above the masses, shoving his way through. It seemed as if he was looking straight back at him.. ``.. oh good..`` His spear was gripped tighter as he began to ease his back leg up front to use his strong as a base.--

Percival:The Vigilant had worked its way behind the pair of ships led in by the Duchess, gliding over the water powered by rowers who went at silent cadence. Canons began to move out of the doors on the sides of the ship. The helmsman moved to broadside the leading ship, only to cut hard port. ``OPEN FIRE!`` the sound of twenty canons sounded far from unison. Lighting up the sea. Eight Gazes froze. ``..chyt .. `` He glanced back to Kuriel.(d)

Akuto: `` SAINTS ; Position one, on me! `` Amidst the sea of pandemonium was one man, a head taller then even the biggest of them. Apollo wasn't being egocentric, it was a very astute observation .. The Hundred Man Slayer was coming right for him. Sword lifted high, it was a collaboration of worn, black steel and magnificent crystal, blended together to create an almost poetic mix of strength and beauty. It was a beacon for his men. It reflected in the moonlight like a lighthouse. Skut had Akuto's weak side while he kept the weapon displayed so ostentatiously. When he was confident his men had recognized the signal, he fell into action. Apollo may have thought he muscled his way through the crowd before, but the way he tore through the last fifty feet might astound even the wiley veteran. Left arm, thoroughly wrapped in bandages, swatted hulking men aside with impossible ease. That slab of steel he called a sword was breaking shields, swords and men without any prejudice as to which was which. He crashed into Apollo with a monsterous overhand chop, bearing all his weight down and trying to split the hobbled man in the first
instance. Kuriel had used the diverision of the canon's boom to discard his spear. Take off his belt. Cast aside his rapier and shield. When Percival, stumped as to how someone knew where his unit was, turned to regard the foppish rogue he was at the end of the dock. Damnable grin spread ear-to-ear. `` Must've been a leak in intel, 'eh? `` That obnoxious wink was a vile taunt, before the svelte and elusive pirate dove into the water. Not having bare the burden of steel he swam into the murky, tumultuous seas, knowing Eight Gazes was to busy conducting the battle to purse him. Although, if he survived, it wasn't like he'd soon forget this betrayal.-

Maahes - Beathag : "HOLD FORM!" Maahes bellowed over the din of destruction, turning his head over his shoulder to survey what had met an end at the cannonfire, Bess' line of sight going to follow his. Damn it! The second ship was capable of transporting survivors, but now the plan to have her take to the docks that remained intact was not plausible. The berth took a hard hit, a countless list of other greater and lesser damages marring the port and starboard hull, the mizzenmast making a foreboading cracking noise before falling into the drink. "God damn it!" She crused allowed, turning the Seawitch around hard, "Maahes, I need ye tae reorganize them! " Some of the marksmen were made to go down below, while others made ready shoot their last at principle people on the Vigilant. "The rest of ye take up arms, make ready tae board n' beh boarded if the time comes! Aim the Serpent!" She swung around, making a beautiful sight as she sliced the dark waters with the slickness of a finger tumbling over a new coin. The Serpent? The ship's bust began to open to show the damascus designed cannon manned by only the most fool-hardy, adventure thirsty of men who could bare the ricochet or the fact they'd in time go deaf from the booms. The sepernt's belly began to open to reveal the wide circular mouth. Ear splintering blast came after the flint was struck..like a ball heading down
an alleyway..the vigilant's port facing oars.....the great ball chasing the ship as it fleeted to slam into the side..darkness or no..the effect it left would be great and devastating,, compromising structural integrity. It was a thing used once, perhaps twice in a battle..the point to cripple the retreat. In the city, the Vanguard began to push their way through the Avarians, other members of the infantry now clustering around their comerades, balking. If one died, it was like a domino..the men had been trained to go over the very back's of the fallen..offering a rolling wave of swords, protection by this point..what else was left (d)

Akuto: All at once, the mad, bloodied swordsmen rallied. When Akuto called them to arms, their discipline kicked in, and their wild, barbaric battle fury crystalized into a brutal efficiency that had them working like machinery, gradually chewing their way through the masses and towards Akuto. They killed anybody who got in their way -- locals, Avarians, civilians. It didn't matter. The bloodlust was too strong. Their swords swung and their spears thrust in concert with one another, leaving a macabre mess in their wake until at last they reached the heart of the frey -- the confrontation between Apollo and Akuto. They swarmed the scene, reverting to their previous chaotic state, latching on to every and any opportunity to sow violence and confusion into the scene -- in a way, there was an odd sort of method to it. Though their actions seemed random and wild, it had the deliberate effect of disrupting, even destroying the enemy's cohesion and organization. It helped them to maintain the initiative, to keep on the offensive, while the enemy only became more confused and distressed by the moment. This was where Skut, Akuto's
right-hand-man, shone his brightest. He whipped himself into an animal frenzy and went berserk, swinging his axe in any direction there was a body to stop it. He didn't even seem to be aware of whether he was attacking friend or foe.

Apollo: Vincere, a Talon Lieutenant, stood above the chaos looking down from the rooves with his team of garrison archers. His men couldn't get clear shots, and he watched with an emotionless stare. Talons were taught to sacrifice for the victory, taught to make sacrifices for the overall victory. Apollo had ordered this advance when moving into the city, sending men through the alleyways to find ways up high. He had the higher ground. Vincere raised his hand, and fifty bowman on each side of the long main street and squared knocked their arrows. ``But sir, our own are down there..`` One man said, looking to the Lieutenant. To the man, he glanced before turning away with a stoic tone. ``Tis battle, we all make sacrifices.. FIRE!`` Vollies of arrows rained in upon friend, foe, and innocent below. The second line fired from the right.. then the left.-- Apollo was claimed by the chop that knocked him back into Danae. She was sent through a door to a store and upon her back where she scrambled up to see Apollo using his spear to steady himself back up to stance and glance up at the giant. ``GO, Danae.. GO!`` With a very human shiver creeping down her spine, she did as she was told, reluctantly. Sprinting out the back door and following the crowds out. She met with Merick who was finishing a man off. With the pair in cohorts now, they found a spot where they could defend and extract. Apollo bled already, and with a swing from Akuto's mighty sword, Apollo's knees buckled as he lifted the length of his spear to block and parry. He moved right as quickly as he could but caught two arrows in the right arm which cast his spear ascant. ``Ack..`` He tumbled under a counter strike and limped toward the wall of fire, disarming a soldier after taking hold of his weapon and bashing it into his face. He glanced back to Akuto.--

Percival:Percival was furious, and out of habit he managed to catch the Rogues arm with his rapier before the man leapt into the water to escape. He was astonished with what he saw next.. blood on the blade. Beneath the mask, he felt the tinges of revenge tickling his conscience. ``ONTO THE SHIPS.. AFTER THE PURSUING VESSEL!`` Three ships began to embark on the tail of Bess's ship just as she fired upon the Vigilant, scoring a crippling blow to the port side. Two of the three ships opened fire after turning wide starboard and port, hopefully scoring a hit on her stern.(d)

Akuto: The Monster of a man was commonly underestimated, which was hard to believe .. As massive as he was, the more studied fighters always assumed him a mindless brute. The truth of what it meant to be a Sword Saint shone brilliantly as Apollo evaded him. Madness began to infect his men again, the volley of arrows reigned down on them with brutal precision. Akuto turned on one of his men, who's madness seemed to have raped him of any vestige of sanity ..Gather a fistful of hair, he hoisted him skyward, allowing a whole wave of arrows to riddled his body and spare the Mercenary King. `` Position four, on my post -- Skug, take this side! `` Tossing the body, who looked more like pin cushion then a man to the left, he indicated where he wanted his second. `` Gather a group, push them to the fire, keep the wall to your back, then push in on the street itself .. `` Half roaring, the one eye'd tyrant tore off his horned helm, bashing it over a passing enemies cranium and immediately caving it in. Staring daggers into another Sword Saint, his look alone stiffened him and revigorated his resolve. `` Same as him, other side, clamp them down damnit .. `` As both sides were not established, a line of sword saints took both ends of the small, entrapped alley, using the rafters and passing shops as covers from the arrows -- as best they could .. Akuto, though, he stayed his course, at the heart of the street, ripping through thickets of body to get to Apollo. Momentum was gaining, his sword was used to shield his head, as his prosthetic arm was used to swat away the annoying nuisances who attempted to shield their own beloved captain

Beathag: " Ready second volley! Main cannons, beh packin' them down! Glass n' nails boys! Glass n' nails! " Adrenaline seized her, being the liquid that fueled her every move. The General barked commands, but even he couldn't anticipate the onslaught of cannon fire that began to tear into the Seawitch. "LADY!" He bellowed, as Balian came around, taking Bess down to the deck, the pair of them narrowly avoiding the vengence of Eight Gazes for daring to land a hit to his sea-faring prize. "They are going to take us down, Lady Duchess! Ye have to get off this vessel.." He took hold of her arm. She began to bark commands as Maahes fell in behind her, keeping low as she yelled in a voice that few, if they lived, would not forget, " FIRE AT WILL!" The barrage of cannonfire would by time, make as much pandamonium as the suprise ships created, a thick wall of smoke began to veil the Seawitch as she seemed to be swallowed in the acrid, gray-black masses. "HARD PORT!" the man at the helm blinked, " HARD PORT! Ye.....HARD PORT!" She ran up and captured the wheel herself....the dumb fool, made stupid by the command that would literally run them aground
and make them a demolition force careening into buildings that hadn't caught fire. There was no time to clip back around the coast..they would be outchased. If fortune was kind in one respect..she emassed enough rubble to act as a natural buffer, some men lurching forward though, falling to deaths to be impaled on wood, struck down by stone. Balian got the remaining on deck up, taking a portion, Maahes taking another.."You're bleeding...." Bess had taken a hit on the helm, splitting the skin but despite the blood it proved shallow. "Wot the fook else is new?" she criped as the men got her off the ship, and with them, the would enter into the demise. If Sleat was going to burn? Let it not be said that the Griffin did not earn its name....but further still..let it be known why Scotland called her White Hound, Banshee.. The moment her feet made landfall..the moment men of swords began to come at them..while Maahes became a flesh mass of hard muscle breaking bone with Balian, she withdrew her axe, screamed, and became a battering ram, making an under arc, splitting open guts with no care where the contents spilled (d)

Sword Saints - Akuto: The Sword Saints fell immediatly into line, even after Akuto had so callously used one of them as a human shield. They understood that death could take them at any moment in battle at any moment, and so they threw themselves into any confrontation full force, undistracted by notions of self-preservation. They formed a wall of death, and thrust forward with all their might, herding their half-panicked foes into a rout straight towards the burning docks. Of course, once the enemy realized his back was to a wall, he was liable to turn around and start fighting for his life -- so they made it a point to kill as many as they could, as quickly as they could, before the self-preservation instinct helped the Avarians to overcome their fears. "The King!" one of them shouted. "Find the king! Don't let him escape with his head!" But Apollo was no pushover. If he could survive a direct confrontation with the mighty Akuto, it was a good bet that he had the wits to survive this debacle altogether.

Apollo: Apollo was struggling to stay on two feet as he killed two men by easily rocking the sword upward and downward-- two separate attacks that killed both enemies. He moved behind the line of Avarians forming. There were not many left to fight, and when the Seawitch plowed into the docks, the momentum carried them onto the land and through the fire that broke the Avarian lines, splitting them up. The long formed up line of the Saints pressed past the vantage of the archers, and the Lieutenant ordered that the ropes be cast down. Fifty men repelled down the walls of the buildings and landed unsheathing their swords and forming a line at the rear of the Saints. The Talon at the rear giving commands. ``CHARGE!`` Apollo was knocked sideways from the boat, and managed to catch the sight of the duchess and her entourage. They were working their way into the center of the line when Danae nabbed them and led them to where Merick and she had started a second exodus of the city.-- Apollo managed to get back to his feet to lock eyes with a charging Akuto. ``.. f**k..`` Something popped up right in front of him, a curious gaze locking with the Giant's feet.(d)

Akuto - Kuriel: The sewer shifted .. Then fell flat. It struggled again, fell flat. Finally, it was lifted, high enough for Akuto to trip over it. Falling hard on his feet, sending the massive man skidding into a handful of Avarian's, who dog piled the mighty Masarou in an instance. Akuto was half cursing, half growling. Beyond all the sounds of war, came one .. Of something else .. There was a scream. A woman's scream. Then a splash. Then a lamenting whine, before a series of wet slaps had Kuriel, the wayward rogue, climbing back up the ladder from the sewers below. Bloody nose, covered in chyt-splattered water, looking perfectly annoyed. Half in a daze, he peered forward, to see a bloody Apollo. Kuriel had a bloody nose .. Apollo had a sprained ankle, a pair of arrows in his arm, a hyper extended shoulder, probably a respectable concussion and weary bones from the strain of an hour of solid, unrelenting battle. `` Oh, willyoucomeon!? `` The man lifted himself out of the sewer, hustled to his side, only to help him back to his escape route. Akuto saw, beneath the layers of men and swore a thousand swears, to kill that damnable rogue. Kuriel only tipped his hat, as he shoved Apollo down the sewers, following swiftly in his wake. `` Oh. My. Lord. Why were you fighting Akuto!? `` The man hit the sewers with a disgusting splat, cringed at the noise, before shoveling under Apollo and making for an exit out of the burning city. `` Have you ever seen the size of the man?! .. I think my nose is broken. And my shirt! Do you know how much this shirt cost!? `` This bytching continuted the whole way.

Beathag: Adrenaline made the scars once stiff supple, fluid in a deadly ballet as the Highlander's long steps carried her over the rubble and the dead to send more to meet a demon of choice in hell. Danae was redirecting them into people behaving as rats do in a maze, flocking where one led until they could go no further. She had run only a few paces when now she caught hold of Danae, pulling her down with a forced yank of her left hand, reacting like the click switch she was. "Get down, n' then form tight with me Danae!" Maahes gave a right hook, connecting with bone before yelping out as a staff's blunt end caught the stiches on his chest. Balian was there to save his General, leaving the women for a time to fend for themselves. "COME ON" Green gaze saw nothing but red washes, flames, and the supressed temper kept at bay for weeks became deadly. The swordsman who stepped forward was damn good, but it would be a parry where he should have weakened her hold on the axe, bracing it overhead as she pushed upward with the weapon, pushing him back. Unaware he'd have to collect his steps, the sole of her foot connected with the sternum, cracking it as she spun around. The axe....making overhead rotations as it came down across his back, splitting him on an angle across the spine. "THIS IS WHAT YE CAME FER?!" Cutting down the masses gave the escaping time, time that was hard to tell if the party of warriors would have to leave...looking to steps leading up the wall...she nodded to Balian, "Up! We'll ne'er make it with the swarms, our best chance is up or we'll beh crushed!" (d)

Apollo: Apollo landed with a splatter as the lines of the Saints crumbled and the fighting splintered off into several direction of the city. When time came for Kuriel and Apollo to emerge, they came out to this large murky pond. They would have to hide out in this pond until the Saint regime pulled out.-- meanwhile the fire started to die down.

Percival--Eight Gazes stared from the sea, watching as the city burned. Now a small fleet assembled at his command, he towed the Vigilant to open sea where he could begin repairs.(d)

Akuto: The small pile of men, stabbing and bunching, suddenly grew very still. Then came an eruption. Bodies sprayed in every direction. Akuto roared in impossible defiance as he'd hoisted the half-dozen of men from his person and sent them splintering off in a litany of directions. He quickly recovered his sword and started into the masses with renewed fury. The man had lost his main objective, he'd failed in his mission .. Now? These people would pay for his misdirected wrath.The majority of the Sword Saints had met their end, either finding their demise by way of an enemies blade or simply bleeding out after this encounter. Only Skug, the hideous axe wielding madman and Akuto remained.Nonetheless, the pair made for a terrible foe. All ready men were attempting to retreat, wishing to do all they could to avoid their fury .. The Talons, though were not your average men. Falling into formation, they began preparations to contend these mighty titans of battle. Worst? Behind the woman and her company were setting siege. Still, they fought.

Beathag - Maahes - and Co: You are insane! How the hell do you think we're going to get anywhere.." Maahes had to find some logic in the assumption, where would they go..though getting crushed didn't seem a good option either! Danae groaned, when didn't that man shut up? Was it possible for men to shut up at all? Rolling her eyes, she tossed the Greecian woman her axe to cut down behind while she began to go to the harneses stragged around her. The woman was a walking cage sent to clamp down on the building seiges that were coming there way. Balian blinked at the exploding bodies, a rousing echo of "Oh damn it.." catching Bess' ear before she ignored them all together. Taking up a throwing axe in each hand, she launched them with deadly precision, a testament to why Skye would soon be known for holding some of the most remarkable steel and bow marksmen in Europe., for the Duke and Duchess both were testament to the benefit of a good aim! One man dropped to his knees, holding his face in alarm as his skull was split open, another crying out as his shoulder was lodged. Danae tossed her axe back to her, and catching it, she threw the woman a pair of axes to do her own damage with. Her body was going to be screaming later..aye..parts of it were screaming now.."There's haylofts on the side o' the wall! We've got tae get o'er...see whom we can get out...twill be.." SMACK. Heavy blow to the side of the head caught her severly off balance, bringing about white for a minute before she pushed back at her assailant, sending him down to get crushed below. Maahes wondered how much more of this the Duchess could take.(d)

Akuto and Skug: There. It was his chance. Someone was bold enough to bark orders. Obviously someone who had some importance. Akuto was surrounded, Skug was greviously -- if not fatally -- wounded .. Without reserve, he threw himself headlong into the woman's direction. Despite being a tower of muscle, he moved with shocking agility, working his huge sword in intricate circuits that encompassed thrust and wide swipes .. Buying him room to operate, but also allowing him to move forward. Though his muscle seared, though his body wanted nothing more then to collapse, he wouldn't. To proud, was the last of the Masarou, proud to a fault. Soon he'd find himself face to face with the motley crew of Maahes and the battling Duchess. Skug fought brilliantly at his back, defending his captain as best as he could, given his injuries. Akuto, fearless 'till the end, came in hard. The one eye'd barbarian came down hard with a chop
at Maahes, but it was a feign, at the last moment he allowed the sword to sail harmlessly by and instead sent his metal fist right at his head.

Beathag: Maahes was taken aback, thinking to fend for one thing, instead baring the brung of heavy metal that shattered him down to his knees. Bess turned around to face this..Akuto. What WAS this man? Was it a man? More like a hulking slab of muscle, fat, and a suit of armor meshed together in a bad case of a fairy monster gone awry! Balian was helping Maahes to his feet, avoiding that thing known as Skug. "Off the wall, off the wall!!" She told Danae the objective, though neither had time to do much. In the wake of a take to the head of Maahes, the Highlander brought the axe down toward Akuto's flesh arm, hacking away at him in the closed quarters leaving room for little else but vagrant animal instinct. Aiming for his shoulder, his wrist, the forearm, the arm pit beneath...anything within reach to cripple him. Slowing down the proverbial wild horse. As the fires died down..the groans of the dying, the dead, and the shocked were their background as the surviving men bawked in mixtures of admiration and horror at their Lady against a Titan. (d)

Percival: Vincere had managed to organize a formation that all but destroyed the remaining Saints. With twin blades drawn from his back he came to the protecting Saint named Skug who attempted to thwart the old Talon's advance. He half succeeded in deflecting the first blade, but the second came about as a manipulation which gashed across the man's bared stomach. His entrails would fall from his diaphram and there would be no strength to scream or breath. Vincere scowled, side stepping him and closing on Akuto..(d)

Akuto: Akuto couldn't take the woman's blow, not without repercussion .. But, he had no way to defend it. With a wide swipe of his blade to his weak side, he charged her, setting his shoulder low -- low enough where her initial, high aim might miss. Slamming into her, the pair stumbled to the wall, hitting it hard and fall over it. Tumbling downward. The great, beloved Duchess and the metal terror of the battlefield, to a fate unknown.

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

- That was how the battle ended, but before it began, there was a stalemate to rectify: The Avarians advance on Skye land had warranted them in the end a stalemate. There was half of a plan in progress, but the difference in resources..the very things that could change the course of battle were not allowed to proceed.

Unless..

Confined to the castle, Maahes was given a simple task, hard for a man who moves to his own whim to acknowledge: Offer up the requisite numbers, tactic, and outcome, and a vanguard that was on the outskirts, an infantry behind them, and two ships would move into Sleat to add in eradicating the enemy. Beathag knew that calm of the south was going to fracture and that every minute was only a count-down to the end. Maahes knew that the enemy would come for more than what was put on the table. He knew, too, that he had been left behind.

His King had chosen to engage the enemy, regardless of the outcome, against the wishes of the Duchess. If no one went..the massacre would be too great too ignore. If he didn't go, his enemies would take advantage, and become a force too great for Skye to reckon with in the ignorance it had of who had come to claim the southern city.

Beathag's hands were bound up in diplomacy, her soul anchored in a promise: Never again.

But with no one left to answer, no one to turn to, and the doors closed..all that lay open showed a Highlander and an Egyptian.

This is the meeting and the accord that bound the White Hound and the Beast, how they came to Sleat.-

Maahes: Confined to a castle was one thing, but to tell a Beast he could not leave a cage was another. Sure this was much more lavish then that of steel bars and cold floors, yet to Maahes there was little difference. Against the will of his own he would make due with what he was given. He had spent the night walking of the stiff muscles from what seemed to be a lifetime of recovery, and now could be found in any given training room just so long as there was a wall of weapons and space to return a body to war standards. Letting the confinement go, one would think he was not being himself without giving up a fight about being kept inside. However it was the denial of battle that kept him from releasing his inner demon on those who dared to tell him no. There was not time for anger, only to prove he would be ready next time. For him to be so wounded was not only hard on him, but it hurt much more then just his pride. To fight was his life, from his first breath it was all he knew, and to say he could not do it was like telling him he could not live. So a few men found sparring would be given the chance of a lifetime to compete in the closest thing they would ever come to a true life war. Young boy's and soon to be hopeful stars of the military watched and learned; seeing that there were many ways to work around a wound. The washers were cleaning his tunic, so from the torso up was only the fresh new bandages from one of Skye's healers, though it was not Aislin. Maahes refused to even be in the same room with her in fear he would only hurt her even more. (d

Beathag: The gates of the castle were shut against the Avarians; if they came in, out was not a step they could venture to take beyond the Griffin Guards who were keen on obeying the exact letter of the Duchess' wishes. No prison could havebeen more opulent in comparison with other lodgings, but confinement was a state of mind. What they didn't fathom was the Duchess grew restless in the gardens, receiving rooms, great hall, or any place that was made with four stone walls. To issue an edict was to be prone to setting example of it, thus, even she was bound behind the thick wooden gates. The Highlander paced the halls, the Scandavian blood in the veins rolling to a steady froth. If she : were a dog, the effect would have been rapid. Was it so hard to agree? What kept them from speaking the same language? Oh, they talked alike in English. They sounded alike. Dialects crossed wires, logic was spurned, anger gave birth to a beast writhing at the feet to entangle them worse than the Egyptian bohemoth astounding her men. Arching a brow, the golden haired woman walked into the weapon's room, down the small side corridor to the arena of indoor battle. Revealed torso flesh was bathed in perspiration. Armor was being stripped, wounds bathed in water as the defeated watched in awe as more men of Skye went to face the one Avarian. She walked on the outskirts of the ring, inquring with eyes not of a woman who knew nothing of battle, but too much. Every hit, every evasion. The defensive stance. One of the commanders offered suggestions to welcome scenario. How do you take down the invincible? Green gaze narrowed to half-slit observation, a few strands of flaxen gold the veil she viewed through. It wasn't until the last man down saw his Duchess from the corner of his eye did he rise to bow, all the others doing the same. "Nay, gae on n' continue, cease nay on mah account." (d)

Maahes: As given her respect the men around him would bend their heads, but Maahes's tall frame never once moved. His chest rose and fell in heavy deep breathes and dark flesh came alive in the lighting with the thin l[ayer of perspiration. Dark amber eyes met that of the Duchess taking in her frame, and how her stance was perfected. Lethal beauty, defiant and strong; reminded him of someone he knew. Yet, Tommy didn't quite get the lady part. The stern lines of the woman's face could bring kingdom's to their knees, but could they as well move a mountain? His nostrils flared with a press of air, much like that of the bull so many compare him to. Side stepping then slowly he moved closer to her, until she was close enough to feel the heat rise off of a body who has spent a lifetime under an unforgiving sun. He narrowed his eyes until the seemed like black shadows and held very little light, and in a voice that could rival the distant thunder he spoke, "I do not take well with being forced to stay." Now whether he meant from the battle or inside would be her call, though it really applied to both. He was not well enough to take down her guards, but with every match he faced today Maahes got stronger and stronger. Avarian's were lethal killing machines from day one; like a collection of army men traded between nations, and with the men around him panting, beaten would only show proof. (d

[b]Beathag:[/b] He was the thick tree trunks, soil, stone. The firmament itself, she thought, lay in the people who were dark skinned. From the corner of the room, a small boy was taking his leave of a lesson of sword and axe with his wooden impliments strapped proudly to his young back. Only five, his height would have placed him just below the waist of a person of average height, large for that age. No doubt that he was handsome, strong, built to endure the roughest bouts of his imagination or the hard things life would toss out as obstacles. Penetrating emerald eyes looked out from a face of mixed-race. He was too dark for a native Scottish child, but too light to have been completely Moor. His hair was thicker at the roots, curling to the straighter pieces bound back behind his neck "Ah did well taeday, Mama," he said, but who was his mother? The Little warrior came directly over to Beathag, and uncaring what companyshe kept, threw his arms around her for a hug. "Ah see tha'! Now, gae on n' read ye letters...n' soon we shall have time fer a bit o' sport aye?" Their accents differed, the Gaelic on the boy's tongue was a tenor promising to become a rich baritone one day. Even with the coloring of skin, one couldn' tmistake where he'd gotten his dark wheat hair, or his piercing eyes. Kissing his forehead, she let him on his way..the number of man diminishing as well. "Ah believe ye were sayin' ye dun take well tae bein' confined, General? Nor dae Ah, sae we are both imprisoned. Our hands tied. Your enemy is on these shores n' mah people are more than likely gaein' tae die. Sae, give me wot is needed tae fix this impass n' this march will be free tae proceed." (d)[/color]

Maahes: Instantly Maahes was taken into silence as the child moved forward, and he was as well getting better at taking in another's appearance. He read the boy like a book, open to close. The pages beginning with his lessons, and ending in the tones of his skin. Maahes knew that face well, the features that made his homelands so different. A dominate nose, thick lips, and broad shoulders, perhaps he was not from the desert lands, but that further East; either way he knew the child drank from the same bloodline as he. "Going up against that man, will get all of your men killed. They march to their deaths, and my king knows this." Was part of the reason Maahes was staying behind. If they could not break through the first round, by the time they got back to Avaria the General would be healed enough to at least attempt a fight. However luck always sort of hit Apollo in the face at times and they all prayed this would be one of those times...a big hit. As the General spoke about death the few men remaining would raise their eyes to search his face for a bluff, but Maahes's features were stone. A well taken care of line of facial hair outlined his lips, adding more drama, as they better defined his flat expression. Yet at the same time told stories of how serious this matter was. Silence then passed the Beast as he watched her son walk away. "We should prepare an army to keep this castle. Though I could not imagine.." He stilled, and had he finished his words 'Destin's hatred could run that far.' He was reminded of who they were going against, and how easily that man killed. Perhaps it would be a pleasant surprise and they would only face Percival on the shore, but call it a hunch he had his doubts. Flashback's of Tommy's body bent over in a pool of her own blood filled his mind, and it showed as he left the Duchess to his thoughts. Anger would pull inward and cause his fingers to curl into fists. Revenge is a deadly thing, but vengeance was so much sweeter. "I would not assume you are not to march, but hug him tightly tonight. He may be lost to you soon." A little harsh perhaps, but Maahes somewhere deep inside knew Galen was missing. No one would meet his eyes when he asked about his son, nor could they provide his location. They kept from telling him for his own good, or that of their own. (d


Beathag "Tell meh, in blunt specifics, wot they shall see out there." The request was clear, bereft of the diplomatic bull that clogged too many of their meetings. It was evident that they all were either learning diplomacy or were terrible at it. People seemed to think she was incapable of being blunt, had lost the ability to be brief, or was all together no longer herself since the attempts on her life. Maybe one was deaf, another mute, or they all were stupid. Death was immient, and he knew that it was known to her by the sheer way she didn't bawk at the assumption. "There IS a guard in place here, lines o' men thick, the passageways are at ready intae the hills should the need tae flee beh an option. Rangers have cut a path tae Sleat off the main road, the infantry is preceeded by the best Vanguard. Warships are at the ready..n' nay..would tha' I WERE marchin' this night...would tha' I were.." She walked around him. For a long time she said nothing more, the snarl catching in her vocal chords as it welled up into a frustrated cry. Not that of a mortal woman, but of a warrior denied. Of one who'd seen too many...yet for whom battle was such a beaten in instinct she warred with her inner peace. She drew a dagger from the belt at her hip, launching at a target several yards from where they stood. Whistling in the air, it made three quick revolutions before lodging deep into the center. Had it been a skull, it would have been split. " Our men are clueless..if yours take the main road to Sleet they will be torn down by peasent mob, n' they are fool to underestimate an angry Scott. Mah men will get tae the dock only tae be seiged with things handfuls of them have seen..ships armed cannons..barrelin' down at them..tactics the like o' which they've ne'er seen..enviable, if only it were nay gaein' tae slaughter Sleat." It was the first show of the product of a contained temper. Fingers went to the throb at the back of her skull, the untapped emotion causing pain as it coursed. (d)

Maahes: Seeing her made his entire form ache for Tommy. She would know what to say, what to do. This was her cue to step in, place a hand on Maahes's back and tell him to sit down before he hurt himself. Maahes would. Yet here he was filling her shoes, and what mighty shoes to fill. "At most, 300 men unbeatable waiting, at the least a single ship of a pathetic waste of human flesh." He hated Percival for more reasons then one, and perhaps someday would be a Bess would be willing to share. As the dagger was tossed amber eyes would not part from her own. He could hear the precision just by how it moved from her hand. The sweet song of death riding against the tip as it landed thickly against it's target. "Bring me the man, who leads your men, and to you both I will explain further." See this was why Tommy did this. Maahes was used to a world where women dared not show their faces, used for sex or bared children. Though within his years away from a barbaric nation had proven him wrong, the thoughts still lingered. (d

Beathag: The people she to speak with in this had lives of their own to maintain, the person who could listen, fathom the choppy depths of the unusual woman was far away. Beathag felt alone. It tore at her, bit at her, another demon with the wraith clamping down on her guts. Twisted, tormented. She listened to him with unwavering precision until he mentioned the number, 300? " We will be short 'pon tha' by half, if nay more. 100 must beh all ye can muster, if nay less, at most the Griffin Army will have put forth 150 on land, and a heavy armed war ship...." Who knew what sort of warship Percival was utilizing? Did he make a merchant frigate or brigatine into a war vessel, did he employ a galleon for the sheer number it could hold? Her stance remained stalwart even as the color waned from her features. "E'en with the local baliffs, a militia will nay beh given the order tae assemble until its tae late..with it brain' down on them...if this is a sea raid..." She shut her eyes, the carnage behind the lids was bleak. "Sir Kendrew has already gone in advance with the vanguard tae scout... ah can summon tae ye Sir Richard of the Templars, but tha' is the most wot can beh done. The actin' General was slaughtered at Trotternish in the civil war, since then we have sought tae elect an actin' general..it seems not fast enough." He saw her as Eamonn did, though his sight perhaps was a little more open to the possiblity of calling her what eamonn never would: a warrior. He had called her a shield maiden...yet would not see her as a warrior even in the smallest of ways. Did it make sense to her? No. How could he know her as one yet not join it with the other? Breathing in, she said, "As the men with the most military experience are summoned, begin tae explain it tae meh. " (d)

Maahes: Her mind worked around battle very easy, and Maahes wouldn't miss that. The way she carried herself, the way she squared her feet away. Bess screamed of what it took to be a great leader, he had no doubt in that, and much like Tommy he could easily over look her being a woman given the chance. "Gather your best, the most elite. Those who keep their art secret, and we will lead them." He had witnessed a battle like none other 10 years back, within one night an entire army was summoned from peasants. "Your love runs deep for these lands, mine for a woman captive." He moved closer to her, lowering his voice and crossing his arms over a broad chest. "Apollo puts faith in you, but would not accept your assistance, that I have seen with the subject skipped." Meaning how swiftly subjects changed and were never on foot. "He means to lead alone, and I cannot do it on my own." Woah, Maahes put on his big boy pants with that one. Getting him to admit anything was like pulling an ass by his lead, but getting him to admit he was weak was much more. "Help us, and I will return the act." His thick accent was rich as he whispered to her knowing that if word got out of the Duchess taking battle Maahes's head might just roll by her brother's sword. "I will return to stand in for your General until election is held." Perhaps that was a little boy-thingyy, but Maahes knew what he was. He was bred for this, lived for this, and it was what made him who he was. The Egyptian lay his life down to teach others the art of war. History was being written, but what mattered the most was the survival of a nation. Apollo's death would cripple Avaria. (d

Beathag: Her stance was erect, sturdy. She walked around Maahes as the pair of them walked the revolution, the great labryinth leading them to a pulsing light that was hard for them to touch. Trust. As it was they were both caught in a cross fire who's ricochet could kill everything they stood for. Skye would be caught, forced to take on a war that would deplete their foundling resouces no matter how strong they were. No king or country would lend a nation of upstarts money! Europe would shut its doors, for Scotland was splintering at the seams. The Avarians were already in turmoil, with the King's death their country would be plunged into a warto last for generations. ...but in this room now were two who might change all that. The only ones who could..." Talion is a friend, but he is a damned fool tae hunt fer suicide on mah lands..and he will find wot will cripple his soul n' take all o' us tae our knees. Aye...Ah'll assemble the finest," she whispered, looking to the alcoves of the distant doorways...she beckoned him, "Come with meh..." In order to do this would require covert measures, measures that she would allow him to be privy too. " We have an accord." (d)[/font]

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

-- Some were left behind, wanting for news. Some knew too much news. --

Eirian: The peace in the valley was an illusion so real any who stayed there was apt to believe that the entire island knew the succor of the valley. Mist shrouds rose up to be burned in the heat of the mid-morning sun. Flocks grazed to grow fat on plentiful grass while shepards watched great rivers became water falls collecting to pools on the valley floor. It was a dream, beautiful, but only a dream. Like a thief, the messanger rode hard to tell of the events to the countryside, " The Call to Arms, the Call to Arms last night came! Sleat is raised to the ground! Sleat is destroyed! Raided, brutal the slaughter there! Make haste to safety, all men are summoned up to guard the villages and settlements, while others must go to the Griffin Castle. To ARMS!" Edward had been been patrolling the estate with his son, tending to those left in the wake of a settlement fire..but now what was worse? One settlement, or a whole city? He ran to Sir Caden, who at once shook his head,"No, stay with them! Lady Eirian, Lady Eirian!" As Caden sought his mistress ought...she stood a'may before a wall...her mind seeing it as the great carnage that Sleat became..her breathing rapidly increasing. (d)

Brennah: Brennah had been nearby and at the sound of frantic voices calling out, her eyes would open widely with shock and surprise as she rushed to gather closer to better hear the news. "Eirian?! What has happened?" Head snapped to the became more rapid in pace and sound as she looked from the one who told such news to Eirian. "My Uncle... the others... we must go at once. He needs me... they need me." Brennah could curse herself right now for she had left her arrows and her bow back within those very castle walls they were being requested to turn to for safty. She would simply have to find anotherand make her way to join those in the fight for Avaria. The dark haired woman would make use of her skills in the name of Avaria and all it stood for. -d-

Eirian: " You great fool! Talion....my. God." Her words were sharp, matching the stacato pace of boot heels, fast soles slapping on the floors. Already the sounds of horses were beginning to make the world sound as if thunder struck as the retainers of Arianna Hymerodraeth rose to answer the call of the Griffin to arms. Caden took hold of Brennah's arms, steady. He was eighteen years of age..teetering between his manhood and the boyish features that were still prominent despite the facial hair, the height, his recognition as a knight of the realm for his deeds in the civil war. "I am taking you both to the castle m'lady! Listen..listen." He looked to her eyes, "Sleat is undone, this is news of the morning after..should battle come further North, what will happen if your country has no one of blood left? Go with Eirian." He took the hand of his lady, concern etched his features at her palor, " The carriage is ready, the women have packed some things should you stay more than a day, two at most..I will find out what has happened, to your uncle, Brennah, and your love, Eirian. Now in the carriage." Eirian's feet seemed to spring to life as she captured Brennah's hand," We..we will know more in Turas Lan." What had the seer been witness too while she beheld the wall? (D)

Brennah: As horses could be heard, a young Knight of Skye had taken hold of her arms, firmly to grab attention but gentle enough to not cause discomfort. Her eyes met his as he spoke that it was to late for her to help. She would only nod at the young mans words and reluctantly agreed. She faced Eirian then the Knight and finally turned on her heels to join her Uncle's love within the carraige. To Turas Lan they would go, hearts beating like loud war drums but only to echo within the ears and minds of the very women such sounds came from. Brennah sighed heavily as concern etched its way across delicate sweet features. "What do you suppose happened? What should we expect?" The small woman asked as she feared the worse for so many. -d-

Eirian: They sat in the carriage, Eirian's hands held fast to hers as she said " I saw the nothing.. I saw the nothing." Azure spheres were bleak. The horses made excellent time, becoming no more than a blurr across the landscape. Caden : road alongside on his gelding part of the way, and when ensured they would reach their destination safely, turned back to order the men to patrol the settlements with the baliffs, to inform the neighboring Clan Robertson lands so both estates could bond together should need arise. Turas Lan could not form fast enough! In the streets, they heard the talk hit them like needles..Sleat had been raised....a sea raid...responsibility with an enemy, no the Avarianforce saved them, or did they damage it! Some thought the Duchy had come to raid the Mac Donalds of the South! Somewhere in this confusion was a truth..a truth they were determined to find! "Make haste!" she yelled, the horses soon pulling through the gates of the castle, sealed against them until Eirian had come out of the carriage herself to reveal the identity of those inside. Once in the courtyard, she could see too the castle was in a state of panic. Everyone stared..hardly a soul spoke. (d)

Brennah: As Eirian held her hands, Brennah would hold hers as well. Though both dark brows were knitting together in puzzlement with the words that followed her questions. The ride was hard and quick but asuredlly neccesasary as both women hoped for the best but knew to prepare for the worse. Brennah's biggest fear was that she would to soon lose her Uncle that she had only recently come to know and when Caden spoke of their blood line, that made her realize her importance in all of this all the more. That was sothing she did not wish to think upon right now, she just wanted to know what happened to who, when and where. Once the carriage came to a hault, Eirian would exit first with Brennah on her heels. Hands gathered up the skirts of her dress as feet settled firmly to the courtyard grounds. Her bright blue eyes gazing about for any sign of what was to be had. -d-


Aman-un-Din: Upon living within the constraints of the Isle, it was not uncommon to get wind of the happenings throughout the isles. Words whispered upon the breeze and were carried from town to town, land to land. Already, news of Sleat and the fiasco reached the ears of the Arab. It seemed that there would be a set of dominos in a row, one disaster after another. Such was life, unfortunately. The cruelty of mankind. Aman-ud-Din could only sighed, and with this dreadful news, he knew that Bess would certainly be in an uproar and even though he was no longer an advisor, he still had concern for his rather fiesty and fiery friend. Aman-ud-Din saddled up Salah al Din in preparation for heading to the castle. Tahirah was left with the three hounds, the best guardians of the sands, and turned to Anulia. She had been helping him arrange his spices and keep an inventory, something that took a dreadful long process for one person to do on their own and Tahirah, which she was a great help, would find trouble with this. He would have to repay Anulia for her help. But right now, there was a need to travel to the castle and perhaps offer what he could: to help. Aman-ud-Din helped Anulia up into the saddle upon the black stallion's back. Once she was seated, the tall Arab mounted behind her and siezed the braided rope that were the reins. As always, he was dressed in his black traveling clothes, black breeches, tunic split front and back for riding, black sash around his waist, and grey boots. Wheeling the horse around, they were off, his other hand resting on her waist to be sure that the woman did not fall, not that he our Salah al Din would let her. They made haste to the castle grounds of Turas Lan

Anulia: Blissful ignorance was not always a good thing. the talk among the roads of cobblestone was normally ignored and would be to a point today as well. Other things were in the mind of the savage as she helped her dear friend in his quest to give tasteto those that resided in the town. When he paused their work and spoke of the talks around them, Anulia glanced up and looked over to those walking among the paths before chocolate eyes went back to him. ``Then to the castle we will go once more`` Politics were still lost on Anulia, for what needed did she have of them? Her? Get on a horse? Anulia's eyes looked to the beast for a moment before Aman-ud-Din told her to get up. She was hesitant, for she had been on one before. Still, he helped her, though with her skirts it was awkward. Thankfully, she had slits on both sides of them so she could straddle the beast as she had seen others do before, but it exposed almost all of her bare and muscular legs, since her dress had reverted back to a mixture of all the worlds she had lived. It was her first horse ride and she put all her trust in Aman-ud-Din to not let her fall. Words from Eamonn were echoing as they headed towards the castle. Anulia would only be happy to get off the beast' back soon.

Eirian: Eirian looked to Brennah, then back at the horrific wall of silence surrounding them. Eyes told a story, too much of a story...but they needed words to understand all of the meaning." Tell us what has happened?! What is the news.." Eirian called out, but didn't let go of Brennah's hands. Her heart..the young woman's pulse..all of it was crashing hard around the pair of them. Silence meant foreboding. Foreboading meant the worst. "Brennah..I do not see any ofTalion's men here.." she whispered, growing more afraid by the instant...what had been sanctioned..my God..what were they called here for! She looked for other familiar faces, the Duchess..Sir Kendrew..those that were most prevalent..even the Duke was no where to be seen. Breaking the stunned silence, the man who'd been left in charge of the castle's forces came forward, bowing to both women, " My Ladies..the...raid. From what we have heard, it looks more a massacre..." Any who came in distance, as the castle gates opened to them, would hear as he lifted his voice to tell all of them the news. "Sleat is indeed no more than rumble, smoke, ash, and stone! Of all of Avaria'sforces......none have returned....of our own sent out..." he sighed, "No one under the Griffin has returned! The Avarian King...the General...the High Ranger....The Duchess..are not...here..they are missing..." Eirian would not have stood were it not for the hold she kept. Missing?! "But where..why..."she looked to Brennah..could both governments have died in one night...

Beathag: Perhaps a piece of their hearts...but the muscle intended to beat far longer than good law, nature, or any test of known resilance would allow. Coming up behind those approaching the Castle..a rag tag, beaten party of survivors, led on by no less than some of the reported missing. The silence fell anew at the state: perhaps thirty, maybe forty survivors of the fallen port city...far less a number of warriors...and the Golden Haired woman among them, Maahes, Danae, all of them bracing one another as they made it upwards of the hill (d)

Brennah When Eirian looked to her, Brennah's eyes met with those of Eirian's before sweeping across the silent wall of on lookers and passer-bys. Her hands were still with Eirian's and a gentle squeeze was made as Eirian spoke of not seeing any Avarians nor that of Skye's people. Not even the face of those known as Merick and Balian were to be had as it seemed all of Avaria's men had been called. Then, those that were assumed to be missing appeared and a sigh of relief was had. Though only for the small darkhaired woman to hold her breath once more as each face was taken in. None was that of Arkanis and immediately Brennah wanted to know answers, yet her lips failed to part and her voice could not be found. Only the shifting of her eyes was managed as another firmer squeeze of Eirian;s hands were made. Brennah's jaw would tighten and she swallowed the lump that seem to cut off her her air supply. Her heart pounding away like something awful and with each beat to be had, it sunk deeper within her chest. -d-

Aman-un-Din: The aging Arab had forgotten the fine detail of Anulia having little experience upon the back of equine. However, the horse was a much faster means of transportation than their own two feet, and there was a need to make haste to the castle. Well, Anulia would find the power and freedom that came from being upon the back of such a great animal. Salah al Din raced down the streets and pathways that led toward the castle, and it was upon their approach that they spotted the ban of worn and weary, three of them that the Arab knew. Danae. Maahes. The Lady Bess herself. What was she doing in Sleat? Aman-ud-Din arched a brow, and slowed the horse down to trot into the gates behind the grey company. Such a thing to see...It reminded Aman-ud-Din of the pilgrim road and the caravans after an attack from raiders. Salah al Din passed up the company and trotted inside, where the rider checked his steed and quickly dismounted the Arabian horse with grace. Grey, booted feet touched the ground of the courtyard, and standing beside the horse, hands lifted to help Anulia down as well. ``Put your hands upon my shoulder, I will help you down.`` He said, large palms pressing into her waist as he waited for her hands to use his shoulder for balance as he helped her from the saddle and to stand upon the ground as well. Once Anulia was upright again, his hands lowered from her waist and he nodded to her, before chocolate hued orbs shifted to the others.

Anulia: Anulia did not understand the means of going faster, for was it something they could prevent? As words moved about, it seemed it was a event that had come to pass, so why was Aman-ud-Din in such a hurry? She was sure to find her answers soon enough. Chocolate eyes shifted around them, though it was hard to keep her concentration. The feel of the beast under her was something very new and she was not too keen on it just yet. She felt like she was going to fall off, even with her natural grace it was hard to stay on. Maahes, Danae and Bess were spotted, but the horse was moving and Anulia was having a hard time looking to them. Why was he from his bed?! Anulia knew she should not have left him alone. Once they made their way beyond the gates and stopped, Anulia was only too glad for it. Aman-ud-Din left her quickly to go to the ground as if he had wings on his boots while Anulia clung to the horse's shoulders for dear life. When his hands lifted for her,. she was quick to reach for them and stumbled from the horse, nearly colliding into him though his larger hands gripped her waist and her own smaller ones scrampled for his shoulders. The ground..thank you. She straightened her skirts about so they fell to cover her as if the slits vanished and a hand moved to press to her clothed middle as long wavy hair was pushed over her shoulder with the other to get out of her way. ``Thank you Aman-ud-Din. That was...my first time on a horse. I do not wish to do so again for a bit..`` she wanted to be honest. Chocolate eyes moved from him as a small smile curled on those full lips before she looked to the others as well. She wanted to go to Maahes and the others to help, but she stood there awaiting to be asked.

Beathag: They had done nothing, nothing, to deserve that...the innocent people gathered into the courtyard. Everyone was in shock, understandably so. Her own perception was too clear, too keen. Balian helped Danae further inward, and she waved her hand to him that he needn't help her. Maahes saw to helping her stand. As she passed the others...she let go of him, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest, showing no pain despite the infliction of his head to add to his chest. "Ah, will..telll..ye everythin." Her voice was hoarse from yelling, dry, caught in her throat. Her white skin was awash in cuts, bruises, and swelling, her ankle twisted. How her pieces were not scattered across the land yet..who knew."Apollo..follows behind..some distance, but we sae him...he lives. Of our men...of anyone's court..this.." She turned to the people who now sat down, exhausted, some too tired to cry. "Is..wot..is left..o' Sleat. Every force was massacred, e'eryone fought against e'eryone tae live. the city is gone, two ships o' our crew are gone...the vanguard n' infantry tha' was sent..is gone." Her eyes fell to Aman-un-Din. "The puzzle is...tae great fer meh tae conquer alone...please...please help meh tae figure wot tae dae..tae know wot tae dae.." Then to Anulia, "If ye know some healin...these people will beh in dire need...will ye help until and e'en after... Aislin arrives?" The word please had never sounded so sincere, so honest on her mouth.

Eirian: Eirian clutched onto Brennah all the more, both women had the other in a vice! Seeing Brennah's heart fall, she let an arm go around her back in a show of solidarity. The young woman was not in this alone, neither young women were.

Beathag: "We could bring nay more home...the traps.." (d)

Danae: Danae was being helped by Balian some, for the most part she was doing good but her body was screaming for relief. However, that would not be known for it did not show within her features nor was it voiced by words or sounds. Eyes cut to Bess as the golden blond woman began to give an answer to so many questions that had risen and continued to rise with the past events that lead to this. Danae took to a knee, she did well for someone that had not had the time to heal completely and wasn't one hundred percent. Even if she had though, Destin's forced would have still done away with those that had been. The massacre would be the same in all aspects but with maybe on a few more lives saved. Balain knelt with her, and she gave a shake of her head to have him know she didn't need him to help her up. Merick stood behind them both, arms crossed over his chest much like that of Maahes. The Avarian crew was silent for they knew Destin well and still he left them speechless. Head lowered as eyes settled on the ground beneathe as she took the time to rest. They were all covered with bruises, scratches, smut from smoke that had clouded the area and cutsfrom weapons and debris. Deep breath taken in as she stayed as she was.

Brennah: Brennah leaned ito Eirian with the coming words of Bess and the sight before them. Such horrible news to be had and Brennah would let an arm wrap around Eirianas well. Holding to her and somewhat releived at the news of her Incle surviving. Yet mind quickly turned to Arkanis and his whereabouts, had he even made it to the battle like he had told her he would? Silence took her and she as* she continued to listen. -d-

Aman-un-Din: Aman-ud-Din knew the temperament of Bess when she was riled up, and such an event would surely make the Duchess send someone sprawling to the floor. However, that had been before he learned that Bess had been in Sleat herself. Now things had changed completely. A bare smile was given to Anulia as he helped for the back of the horse, and had the mood not be so somber, he would have chuckled. No more horse rides for her, she preferred her own two feet, much like Aman-ud-Din enjoyed land to water. Their attention turned to the survivors of Sleat, and he frowned a bit, feeling sympathy for them. God bless their souls and may those that had been lost among the battles be safeguarded by the Lord. Amen. The silent prayer was concluded, and the tall Arab turned to Bess. He nodded to the Duchess. ``Of course, Lady Beathag...but perhaps it would be a good idea to see that these people here have food, drink, and whatever you deem best for them after enduring such a terror.`` Many of them, who sat upon the ground now, were in shock and rightly so. Their homes were gone, a way of life...destroyed. But they had their health, and it could be rebuilt again. The Duchess would take care of her people, he was sure of it. Placing a hand upon Anulia's shoulder for a moment, he stepped past her to near the Duchess. Iconically Aman-ud-Din, his placid composure took over his features as he stood before Beathag. ``I think a good mug of whiskey would do you some good now...perhaps even a smoke.`` When the people needed now was not to be interrogated and riddled with questions, but hope and what little bit of comfort that could be had.

Eirian: They could figure this out, they would figure this out...but Aman-un-Din was right. At the command to do so, Eirian stood more than ready to suppy relief, help, in whatever way could be done for these people. God, how she knew their plight...if only it could be undone. "Just say the command, Bess, and whatever you need...." she gathered her spirits around her now..

Beathag:Aman-un-Din. May he be blessed by his God, preserved in his heaven, kept with his ancestors in heighest esteem! She gave a nod of her head..of course! Her mind was askew, tired, trying to gather itself as she turned around to say, "Food, drink, for these people, care, beh given at once! With the Lady Eirian..summon up e'ery noble n' clansmen landowner..tell them we shall adjourn by late afternoontide tae make preperations in defense, in reconstruction fer the south..this is our home..twill..twill nay beh undone." Then he talked of whiskey, and a smoke? The man was genius, and she gave him a small smile..a whispered, "Thank you." He had no idea how alone she had felt...no idea how desperate for a full band of support or opinions she was..even before Sleat...now after it."Thank you." She was escorted inside..one painful step at a time though her arm was on top of the one that led her, refusing to be seen as weak...though by the time she went into the halls.....a tragedy had fallen there over night....and a scream ripped out of the doors like an animal that had been caught in a steel trap..mewling not at its own loss, but in the shock had come after. How, how?! Why did they muter it to her now, of all times, as she was being tended too? She pushed off of the guards arm...and soon Kendrew was at the door, "We need tae hold her down! Sir, my lord Aman-un-Din... Eirian..All of you, come quickly..." When askwed what would be wrong, he would say in quiet horror, " Little Lady Edme is dead." Bess was barely being restrained, throwing men left and right as she would not be calmed or moved to be still, she wanted her daughter. Now (d)

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

"Touchin' the Sleat region is touchin' a long, festerin' sore wot runs from there, Armadale, all the way down tae the tip o' the coast. Touch it? The puss'll run, the tissue gae corrupt. There's a poison tha's been runnin' deep in tha' wounded region fer generations. The MacDonalds o' the South will take any chance they get tae repay us fer takin' their lands, changin' the family structure, turnin' sae many against them, and executing their chieftain n' many cousins."

-- Getting out of Sleat, for those still to come home, proved harder than going in --

Apollo: Apollo had become unconscious sometime in the night, hiding from the retreating forces that waded through the pond. When the rain finally hit, the pond overflowed into an ice cold river that carried his unconscious form through a valley, along a steep ridgeline that was outlined by small pebble beaches. In the middle of one of these valleies sat an unconscious form of Apollo, laying face down upon the pebble alignment. It was early, early morning where the sky hinted a color of dark blue, and the moon broke the clouds only to disappear over the horizon. Birds chirped their morning songs, but such was drowned by the thunderous roar of rapids. Half submerged in water, his heavy torso anchored him to the shore, and he shivered as his body struggled to stay alive. He was severly injured, ailing both in knees and various lacerations from the battle the night prior. His hair, sticky with dirt and slick with spring water went everywhere, clinging to his face, clothes, neck, and ground. He lay motionless

Vincere.-- Following the lead Ranger, the Talon felt at home, kneeling behind a tree to glance ahead. Vincere was an astute observer, tracker, and woodsman, trained by the most legendary of Ranger back in Avaria, Apollo. Dirt soddened gloves with bare fingertips pressed against the ground as he suspended his body in a push-up position to place an ear to the ground. Everyone was spread out, an order from the Ranger to keep it wide and make it easier to spot movement up ahead, should they get in trouble. Trained ears listened to the hill, through the ground where he heard the rumble of something moving with haste, but constant.. like rapids. When he pushed himself back up, he'd sniff and wipe his nose with a sleeve before jogging up carefully to catch Kaelyn. ``Can you hear it? `` He asked. ``A stream.. we could use some water for drinking..``(d)

KaelynRose01: ** Kaelyn along with her men and a Talon soldier were looking for any who might have survived the night of fighting. Being a ranger and knight of Skye she was no stranger to battles... she watched as the Vincere took a positon to scout the area as she and her men did the same. Kae wore a white tunic that was now dirty and staained with the blood from battle, long blonde hair hung to her waist except the two viking war braids that graced either side of her face. Black leather pants torn in spots and knee high boots covered in mud... ah it was almost a comfortable state for the warrior... minus the blood . Keen blue eyes focused and scanned forever scanned for anything that moved, her hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword at her hip when Vincere came and asked if she heard the stream. " Aye, I can hear it ... she turned and looked at her men and without a word they began to move silently in the direction of the sound of the stream " Keep yer wits about and yer eyes open... Pagan... Phantom yer with Vincere and me... the rest spread out." the command was firm yet soft in case danger lurcked with the darkness of the forest yet.**

Clan General Vincere: The Talon looked emotionless, but nodded when she gave the order. He stood tall, fixing his tunic. It was a dark green slashed with dried up and caked mud and pieces of foiliage. It looked, from afar, as if he blended in with the surroundings, but up close he just looked disgusting. He put a hand to the tree, not bothering with pulling weapons or doing much scanning. He eased off after pushing from the tree and moved as silent as he could ahead of the group. When he knelt, there was something up ahead of them, in a small clearing that was clouded with gray smoke. He glanced back to Kaelyn after recognizing the flagged banner that hung in front of a large tent. They were from the southern land clans, a response group to combat the Avarians and Skye Duchy soldiers out of confusion. Pagan, one of the archers commanded by Kaelyn was spotted moving behind a tree. An arrow sounded from above, whistling and hitting the ground to sound the alarm. Several men clambered out of the tent, swords drawn. Archers kept their post up above, and Phantom fired back scoring a hit to one's chest and dropping him to the ground. The soldiers that had emerged narrowed down the direction of the approaching ten soldiers, and spread. Vincere was the furthest up, he motioned to Kaelyn. Twelve. He scowled and pressed into the tree where there was a dip. It looked as if he had blended in. The soldiers began to work past his position, and converge toward the halted group..(d)

Kaelyn: ** Kae watched as Vincere disappear into the trees...Kae and her men as well concealed themselves within the trees. taking a shot only when they had one. Kae notched and arrow and raised her bow taking aim on a man in the lead. Pulling back the string waiting for just the right moment ... she released it . The arrow hissed through the air and struck the man in the neck. He grabbed his throat as he fell to the ground. Kae moved behind a larger tree as the men still moved forward in a chaotic rush. Orders being shouted as they tried to find the archers, to no avail. Pagan again released an arrow and took cover behind a tree. So on and so on the archers sent their arrows one at a time, and then concealing themselves form view. Kae looked for Vincere and still could not see him as they waited for the next move to make.**

Vincere: The appearence of Kaelyn earned some odd stares from the men as she vollied an arrow into a man's neck. He did fall to the ground, choking up blood until he died. Another two fell at the oppossite ends of each line, though when one of the Skye Archer's stood for a shot, his head jerked backward until his body hit the ground back first, an arrow stuck right between his eyes. He stared with a blank gaze as blood began to leak from the corner of his mouth. When Vincere emerged from the bend of the tree, he was out of view of the offending force of nine as they moved to kill Kaelyn and company. Archers from above fired downward, catching another of the Skye Archer's in the chest. He yelled in pain before dying on the ground. Kaelyn would see the glint of black blades as they were tugged from the shoulders that held them on Vincere's back. Twin blades carried with ease as he approached from the rear of the group. A pair of soldiers had the tail end of the advance as men up ahead searched for the vanishing archers and Elite Ranger. Both thighs of the two men would give out as the angered Talon claimed them with a single motion, making them fall to a knee, and beheaded with a second motion. Vincere had enough time to bring one of his swords up parry away an offending sword, and round house another man with the heel of his boot before backing up to be surrounded by three. Phantom and Pagan emerged then, tackling two to the ground and wrestling them. The Talon was doing fine.. for now. One of the three was sent back into a tree while twin blades fought two separate battles with Vincere's pair of remaining opponents.(d)

Kaelyn: ** Seeing the glint of black blades Kae continued to volley a few arrows. She saw Pagan and Phantom tackle the two men, as another stood before her reaching for his sword. " What have we here a woman...in battle such a shame." the man's words were almost a hiss. Kae tossed her bow aside and drew her sword " Aye, the shame being I am the last thing ye shall see on this earth." her words laced with an odd accent as she took her battle stance" Come meet the Wolf of Argania."she said as she blocked the blow of his swing, with ease and grace of one skillfulluy trained. SHe tried to keep and eye on the rest of her men as well. Another fell when he was struck in the thigh with an aroow but got to his feet and fired one of his own back.**

Vincere: Vincere ducked as a blade hissed over his head. Both of his black blades held in an "x" formation in front of him claimed the man ahead of him, stomach. Blood splattered on the ground as he slumped to his knees with a look of dismay. Just then, Vincere caught a pounding blow to a shoulder, though the sheathes on his back shielded some of it, he was still hurting. He tumbled forward, rolling and reached behind him to swing. He hit nothing, but it made the soldier back up. To his feet, he rose slowly, faking a left horizontal swing, but instead throwing the sword from his right. It whistled, sinking deep into a man sprinting toward the two fighting. The man he faked out snarled and swung, the Talon ducked and lunged forward tackling him to the ground. They landed with a thud. The Sound of horns blared in the woods.. reinforcements.. When Vincere killed his men, all twelve were dead.. but now the group was faced with more coming from above the large hill.. Vincere couldn't count them. ``...maybe we should run..`` He suggested, yanking his blade from the back of one soldier.(d)

Kaelyn: ** The man kept swinging his sword barely giving Kae time to take action. He swung wildly to her left side and she stepped back from it before advancing and plunging her blade into his chest forcefully. He looked down at her blade a blank look to say the least as if not believing a woman could fight as she had. As he fell she jerked her blade free. Vincere's words made her stop to look to the hill " Aye that may be for the best ." she said as she called to what remained of her men " Urangi feyrieta uit " ( Deeper into the woods) she called in Arganian. " Lead the way Vincere.. we follow."**

Apollo: ``NO, my lady.. you lead your men out of he.. UGH!`` He was struck by an arrow in the chest which made him drop a blade and fall to a knee. He looked down and placed a hand to it before yanking it free of his body. ``You go.. you know the lands better than I. I will slow them up, by you extra moments. No questions. Run. NOW!`` He grimaced, standing tall and pulling his other sword from the ground. Now with both in hand, he looked back once and smiled before moving up the hill to take cover from the main advance. This was what being a Talon was. Sacrifice without regret. It's what made them so dangerous. He did it willingly..(d)

Kaelyn: ** Kae listened as he spoke and then when the arrow struck him was at his side,just as he pulled it free. " Vincere...." he halted her words with his tone. Kae looked at her men and with a nod sent them ahead Pagan and Phantom remained with her. Thye would not leave their the side of their Princess. "May the Gods be with you." she gave his shoulder a quick pat just as he picked up his sword and moved up the hill, giving them time to get away. Never had she met a braver man than this Talon soldier... she watched but a minute more before she turned to follow her men deeper into the cover of the trees. " We need to keep to the shadows.... for a bit then we head to the stream and cross it to safety." she said as the three broke into a run.**

Apollo Vincere used a rotting tree to take out the front line. It fell with a thundering crack, claiming ten or more lives and injuring several soldiers as each tried to stop but slipped and started to roll down the steep hill and collide with stalwart trees. It turned into a mess, what line there was, or used to be split, and the forces were separated. Men began to push themselves up as Vincere emerged, sprinting up hill and claiming mens' lives as quickly as he could. The second wave surprised him, and the separated force was back on their feet. He was surrounded by twenty or more men.. and they were hungry for him. He thought as quickly as he could, looking down. Dry leaves remained on the forest floor where they had fallen two seasons prior.. and mud slicked. Perfect. He dove down hill, sliding upon his stomach and away from the advance again..(d)

Kaelyn** Kae and her men were now deep within the forest but she could still hear the sound of the stream. They ran paralell to it for several more minutes with scouts making sure the way ahead was clear and two men followed slightly behind to make sure theywere not followed. Kae was at home in the woods and her instincts guided her, as they continued their on their path. She stopped just to let them catch their breath before moving once more. A clearing could be seen through the trees, she raised her hand calling for a halt as she sent a scout up ahead to check things out while they remained hidden in the shadows.**

Clan: `` WHAT - ARE - YOU - DOING!? `` The general roared, sending a wave of fear crashing into his all ready shaken men. The southern clansmen understood that his ire wasn't one to be tested, but this single man had deflected a full on assault. Spurring them forward with his words, they passed their dead, leaving them to rot with the dying forest .. The stampede came hard over the crest of the hill, only to find .. Nothing? One of the men with a sharp pair of eyes watched his .. Well, unique retreat. `` There! `` The chase was on. His actions may have damned himself, but they saved the rest. These men were fickle and wanted revenge and their sudden lust for blood was set on him and him alone. Like an angry mob they swarmed over the hill, storming behind the sliding talon, spears leading as they gained momentum.

Vincere: Vincere hit a tree, shoulder first and began to tumble down the steep hill until he ended up in a depression of slick mud and a ravine that over looked the fast moving river below. He was in severe pain now, and had lost one of his unique swords on the way down. It was when he heard the booming voice, that he switched his attaention to the west where the Army reacted to the General's command. They were running now.. all of them after him. ``..good.. now what to do..`` He was standing upon weakened ground, more like soaking clay... This would not be good. Potential mud slide. He began to trudge toward the edge of the ravine and looked down. At his left was a spear, and he turned to the closing army. They were being bottlenecked by the valley, and the men were coming quickly.. the only thing he could do was wait for death now..(d)

Clan: It was one terrible debacle after another for the southerners. They found themselves to crazed by the hunt to recognize a number of their faults. The first? Thicket of clay. It claimed the men in the lead, sending them sprawling to the unforgiving earth. So close was the next wave of assiliants that they simply tumbled over them, so on and so forth for the next three of four columns of warriors. Leaving them slopping over one another in tangled limbs and a slew of curses. The general himself had dared to take the peak of the hill, looking down in disgust. Yellow teeth flaunted in a feral grin as he saw the man responsible for his growing headache. A man, who was soon dead .. The mud had him captive, the river raging behind him and the angry mob slowly trudging towards him. He indicated the lone talon with his sword and let free another terrible yell. `` BRING ME HIS HEAD! ``

Apollo: Vincere locked eyes with this General as he yelled above the men as they trailed after him. With the stacking bodies on the clay, he found his aim could easily be supplemented by the stack because all he saw was this General. Hefting up the spear, he moved his leg back and took aim, locking eyes with this General.. He reared back and hurled the spear with all his might up hill. ``AHHH!`` He was knocked backward as the earth began to shake as more men piled onto the clay platformed ridged.(d)

Caden: Dispatched from the castle to meet with his Uncle Caden had worked with Jonas to gather forces, in record time. Now they moved en force 100 men strong, They were native to these lands and so their approach managed to go unseen for a good long while. Jonas and Caden in the lead with Caden's favored pet trotting beside him, a large white tigress. They came up behind enemy and began to fan out and carefully work their way up the hill intent on guiding them forcefully back down to even ground. (d)

Kuriel and Vincere: The general had the audacity to laugh. Foolish man .. He was almost seventy yards out. No one could throw a spear that far, with enough velocity, to take a life .. That is without taking into account accuracy, the wind, the tangle of tree's he'd have to navigate through. The squire at his side didn't shate his confidence and voiced it. Urging his liege to find some semblance of cover. The general, prideful to his end, retorted. `` Find your tongue and still it, boy, he couldn't hit an elep-- `` Ironically enough, those were his last words, as the flight of the spear proved to be true. Burying deep into his chest and exploding out his back. His dying lesson was a painful one, before he collapsed to the muddy terrain below. The men, though, didn't even stall. Their fervor was as adament as ever, falling over the other to close the last bit of distance between them and this damnable Talon. His demise would be without question or contest, no man could block four thrusting spears at a single instance. Especially since these men were sound enough of mind to make their aim's pernicious and wide of one another, ensuring a brutal hit but also not clustering. Fate was a funny thing, but it was down right hysterical now that he could alter it. A rope, fashioned like a lasso, loped around Vincere head, falling to his waist, then pulled taut. It was a saving throw, literally. For the charging clansmen paused, to look dumbfounded at the rope .. Before Vincere was tore out of the mud and send slamming hard against the top, skidding over the beach and swallowed by the angry river. The other end of the rope was held tight by the horn of a saddle, attached to a fine horse .. It was running hard, without a rider, down the river bank, tugging the confused Vincere with it. Meanwhile, Kuriel was laughing a boisterous, booming laugh. Lifting his hat from off his head, he gave a showmans bow to the awed southerners, who'd just been robbed of their kill. `` Thank you gentleman, I'll be here all we--! `` Unfortunately, Kuriel hadn't untangled the rope from his person either and was soon being launched into the water, as well, as his horse spurred on without direction, dragging him and vincere down the river .. Those men, now knee deep in cumbersome mud, could only stare, flabbergasted, completely oblivious to the army that was about to come down on them .. And that they were without a leader. Only one of them could spear, the man closest to the scene. `` .. Was that captain Kuriel, just now? ``

Caden: Caden, Jonas, Anna and the rest of the Robertson force crested the top of the hill. A quick survey was taken of the lands before a quiet command was given to Annabel, a glance given to Jonas, bright blue eyes full of youth, a boy fighting to be a man, meeting the dark gaze of his Uncle, that battle already won and achieved. Jonas nodded and Caden grinned. " For The Griffin! For Skye!" He called before they started down the hill Intent on one thing, Defeating their Enemies. (d)

Clan General Vincere[/b[: The men of the southern clans had begun to die from the west when an army appeared from their rear. Bunched into this narrow valley and upon the clay plateau, a mud slide had begun, claiming them all. Bodies became tangled and the army was defeated at the hands of the griffins. -- Down the river, Vincere pulled on the rope attempting to climb toward Kuriel. His vision was being splashed upon by the brown, and white water that had begun to pick up speed and rapids. ``Kur..el..so... f.. itch..!`` Vincere had lost his second sword and was swimming hard to get to Kuriel. He struggled to breath as both moved down the river while the horse, that had the rope tied to it. This horse stepped over an unconscious form on the shore. ``We..e pic..ing ..up... sp..ed!``(d)

Kuriel: Problem with horses trained by Kuriel .. They were annoying, trouble makers and cunning .. Above all, lazy. Mix that together you had a horse who was tired of running, smart enough to wrestle the saddle off it's back and let it flop into the water. Leaving the pair of doomed men wrestling with one another as they tore ass down the angry river. Kuriel was half-latching, half scrambling around the bigger Talon. `` Wh-- I .. It .. FASTER?! `` At that last epiphany he'd literally sank his hands onto the man's shoulders, pushed him underwater so he could pop higher .. To see the impending waterfall. With a very blank, accepting disposition, he sank back into the water, letting the undoubtedly pissed Talon catch a much needed breath. `` .. Yea. Uh .. Waterfall. `` Despite the splash of water, the occasional dunk of his head, he managed a picture perfect chyt-eating grin. `` .. My bad? ``

Vincere: The Talon submerged struggled with Kuriel's weight and came up with a gasp of air. ``UUUHHH!...`` He looked to their demise and frowned. ``Your bad....? Heeeerreee weeee gggggooooooo!`` But they didn't, the rope around their waists snagged just at the edge of the fall. At the other end stood the Ranger of Old, smacking Kuriel's stubborn horse in the ass.

Apollo:``Move it you piece...`` He glanced back to see Kuriel getting punched by Vincere. He smiled.. as he began to tug his comrades out..(d)

Kuriel: Kuriel beamed proudly. The rope stopped, his grin became as arrogant as ever, turning it's bright, brilliant luster to his doubtful companion. `` You see, I had this pl-- `` The hit rung hard off his face, sending him under the water, until Vincere fished him out and started to carry him to the shore. Kuriel, the undisputed champion of being punched in the nose because of something dumb he said, took it in stride .. He simply laid there as he was dragged to the shore, nodding once. `` .. Fair enough. ``

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

" Our prayers proved bittersweet in what God sought to give us by way of answers. Where some were not dead, innocence had died. Where others returned, some of our beloved were still missing. We had to forget what our arms lacked so that they might be filled with succor to offer to the lost, confused, sick, and bereaved. "

If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side.
The North star may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always
Lit by the love we have
Shared before time.

Danae Galanos: Danae would finally move to stand to her feet with the help of Merick as Balian offered himself to help Maahes. Before anyone or anything else could be said or done, shouts came from the direction wher the Lady Duchess had gone. The High Ranger looked to the others and quickly dashed off to go see what was wrong, to help in what ways could be had. Merick, Balian and Maahes on her heels and the lot of them would reach the place she was at as guards instructed and lead them down the way. Once there, none would believe the whispers and screams that were being said by guards, maids and other staff. Danae would jump in first to help those that were already struggling to get the Lady Duchess under control. "A little help here!!!" -d-

Peregrin Shakye: Black armor went well on a much smaller frame, added force to what people would see as weak. No he wasn't the tallest of men, nor the best swordsman but the scoundrel found himself in the midst of them all. The best of knights could blend well with their surroundings, but it took a great thief to truly get lost in a sea of faces; bloody split open faces. He was a man of many masks, having walked the lands long enough to learn of them all. Yet tonight his mask : was only that of a humble knight serving under half bird, half beast. Seemed to fit no? As the men moved from the road into the castle's safety he would keep up the rear. No man would be left behind, or so would be the noble thought . but really it was the best view--the women's behinds. He wouldn't enter the castle, she was safe inside his duty was fulfilled.

Maahes"What's going on?" Maahes's voice boomed outward to Danae as she moved down the hall struggling to keep the warrior woman from what? (d sorry Voltron was on, my attention split!

Eirian: "What...by all that is holy, is going on in there?!" Eirian turned to the castle, bawking at disbelief to the scene unfolding within. The people were being fed, water was offered from a ladel with a bucket in her hand. There were maids offering clean clothes, healers and as many other hands could be spared to help with anything that might be needed when the cry issuing forth stopped her heart cold. One of the chamber maids who tended to the Duchess' chambers, was moving to the castle with trepidation. Eirian tapped her, "What is going on?"...

Beathag: Outside, it was impossible to know, for she sounded like a creature who had taken the last of all it could stand to take. Patience, forbarence, and for what? The looks in their eyes told her something was not right....but to hear it? "Bring meh mah daughter NOW!" She fought against the hands offering petty condolensce to the woman. Poor Duchess! The shock, the grief was too much! What of grief when it was sequestered by the rage the knowledge invoked? "MyLady...be still..be still" said Kendrew, trying desperatly to placate the woman. Her skin began to show the tense muscles becoming taugt, the eyes flashing a quickness that suggested the next that would come. "NO!" The English was startling clear..for once...the rest catching in her throat, scarred from the effects of poison some months before. They had beaten her, broken her, nearly killed her but she survived....but this.."Let me gae!" Kendrew brought men forward to take her arms, but those men were torn down, flung against the wall as she continued advancing forward. (d)

Brennah: Brennah would stop with the helping of the people same time as Eirian. Those sparkling blue eyes looking to the Lady before shifting in the direction where others ran. Brennah now moved to stand beside Eirian as she too was curious in wanting to know what was happening within the great Skye castle walls. A hand came to rest at Eirian's back as both Ladies would wait for someone to explain.

Danae: Danae would wrap her arms around the Duchess waist from behind, holding fast to her. "My Lady Duchess... Please?! Be still before you hurt or injury yourself further." The High Ranger giving looks to others as they began to fall in and help keep the woman from tearing others apart to get to her child."Think of your kin... would they want to see you like this?" She called out over the other voices that were also trying to talk some sort of sense to her or grab her attention long enough to have her be still.-d-

Caden: Caden moved through the crowd a frown on his young face, people moving out of his way once they spied the tigress that sauntered at his side. He searched the crowd of people until he spotted the person he wished to see. Once he got close enough he tapped her shoulder. " Lady Eirian, are ye alright?" His first concern was her, before startled blue eyes snapped forward at the sounds of screams. " Wha' has happened?" (d)

Maahes: There was so much going on around him, voices shouts yet this was when the Beast in Maahes could be released. Yet not through his hands, but of his mind. Silence fell inside his ears as their voices were no longer spoken, though lips still parted in their cries. He moved through the crowd as if he was the only one, and suddenly they all disappeared--save for two. A woman crying out for her heart as she chased the broken pieces into the darkness of reality. Danae held tightly to the woman, but there were not arms as heavy as his own. One had curled around the woman's torso, a move many would not dare take, until her frame was facing his. He held up his palm to back them all away, and with a dark glare, dripping with slight compassion he begged them all to be silent without saying a word. Every man and woman in the room stilled as they watched, taking the time to come down from the battle. This was a time for the solitude of their own hearts; a moment of silent for those lost, and lives shattered. He didn't know this woman, other then what he had cared to learn. However she was in pain, and above all else needed to be held. Now rather that was to be held for comfort, or to be held back was up to Bess.

Peregrin: Peregrin glanced around the faces, moving then for one he wanted to see above all, and for once it didn't have breast. Where was Apollo? He was the very reason the pirate came back to his Isle so soon. Call it fate, call it loyalty, call it whatever you wanted Perry looked out for Apollo, always has and always will. Blood ran thick, and though they did not share any, it still made them brothers. The silence fell just in time for he to make his escape. Going after the old Talon or catching up with the fight from before, didn't matter really. So long the old King was safe. (d

Eirian: The maid wrung her hands together nervously, her eyes welling with tears..did she speak it? The head of the household bade her say nothing, but the Lady was close to the family. Betraying the wishes of one, she hoped to enlighten them all. "My ladies..it was an accident..a terrible accident." She told the story of the children playing in the garden with a nursemaid, hiding in the foilage, over the beautiful flowers..down to where a fountain filled a small pool. Edme had toddled over, and no sound was heard there after. Thinking the babe had hidden, Aodhan and the nursemaid searched until the little lord's cries were met with the nurse maid's screams: Edme had slipped into the pool and drowned. The Dutchess would have known the moment it occurred..only no one could find her. White hands came to a face grown to ash. She was but a baby! Turning her head to face Brennah, over her shoulder she saw Caden, taking hold of him as the maid blubbered the tale again.."We..we were told to be silent...until she was found.." Eirian looked to her, "Was no one summoned? Neither her brother, her sister in law? Was nothing done?!" The maid whispered for fear she'd lose her place, and with Sleat gone...what home had she? "The....The Duke is not home...my lady..sir..and no one wanted to make a fright...with all that was going on.. Oh please don't tell the household head...she'll be so cross with me..." Eirian was insistant"Lead us inside..you know where she would have gone...go!"


Beathag: "WHERE IS MAH DAUGHTER?! MAH...MAH SON..WHERE ARE THEY...AODHAN?!" The Lady Griffin was frantic for want, for the needto feel the weight of her babies in strong arms. Would the Gods dare do it - a promise broken - the lives of the young recompensation? Eyes began to look this way in that, enraged, confused..as if not understanding why her cry did not produce her children to her side. Danae's wisdom was all for naught, deaf to logic, only instinct prevailed. The same that swung the axe was now only that of a mother..a woman. Too often was a woman of arms forced to choose which she would be. The steward admonished the slip-mouthed servants who blathered it before the woman still dirty from travels. Aodhan's cries echoed down the hall..he fell by the door, held close by Aida. There was one.. but where was Edme? It wasn't until Maahes took hold of her did the raging begin to melt into tremor's the Beast felt under his thick hands. Shock..that he should do so..the undeniable power in it seemed to bring the cries down to whispers as the black-blue bruised arms fell to her side...slowly creeping round him as the world began to spin. Please...Please...please...make them show meh my children...m'son....where's mah daughter.. She whispered (d)

Caden: Caden felt her take hold of him and he stepped in close, her rock if she needed him, someone to lean on. Young face confused, shocked by what he was hearing, bringing memories back of a time past. But they were times past and Eirian needed him now. One arm slid behind her for support while a hand was offered. And there he waited for her command, anything she needed. Anna's presence caused a larger space between them and the crowd, some not yet used to seeing the Tigress, some baffled as to why she was allowed to roam free, and others watched her curiously, the thoughts of battle, losses gains were forgotten for a moment as the whispers were proven true and they stared in wonder. This provided the maid, Eirian, Caden and Brennah, a bit of privacy for the moment as the big she cat sat near by and stared with silver eyes out at the crowd. " Wha' can I dae for you M'Lady" Caden asked softly of his Lady. (d)

Brennah: Dust from the battle field had finally lifted and Arkanis had ventured back to in search of Apollo. He had promised Brennah and he was always good on his promises. Even to his enemies. Call it a certain code of honor even he followed. Arkanis knelt down and brushed away a worn sheild of an Avarian to see a dead soldier, but it wasn't Apollo. A bit of relief sunk in but it was followed by that 'chyt I still have work to do' feeling. He was human what do you expect. Chest rose and followed it was a sigh pressing through those perfect pink lips. Turning on his heels making steps towards the edge of the area. Reaching the edge the male paused, "Rest well... all of you..", solem voice rang from his lips and he moved back into the forest. Eyes danced about the forest edges until he heard a clank. Ears quickly perked up and he turned to look in that direction. Fire? Head shook in an attempt to stop this illusion if that was what it was, but apprently it wasn't. Sniff in the air even revealed the soft scents of ember and the burning pinecones his daughter had once loved so much. Those eyes widened, "Emily!" Arkanis plunged through the dark forest reaching that fire and those eyes only widened to the sight infront of him.

Beathag: "...N..nay. Ah..can't. believe.." Vocal chords shunned the feeling of rubbing against one another, making her gag between words until she shut her eyes, commanding control as much as she could. She wouldn't faulter, though her bodyhad been thrown down. She wouldn't black out, though her eyes swam in a confused haze. They had circled one another in pride..but none could have forseen that the man who spurned all touch, who had,like she, thrown off hands that tried to give clarity and restraint..would be the one that held her. "Where...is. ma..mah girl."

Caden: "Caden..lead us inside, we must get within. We will find out nothing more here.." Her eyes danced over to Brennah in a frightning, graceful waltz of blue eyes to blue eyes. Would they be screaming like that..no..she could not think on that now. She looked to the castle doors, "Take us as far through as ye can.."(d)

Maahes: Children were not allowed to cry, no tears should ever fall from such innocent faces. Maahes held the Duchess, and if any of them in this room knew what this woman was going through, it was he. However if anyone in this room knew him at all, they would know how out of character this was for him. How little he liked to touch, or hold, or caress. No matter how innocent it was, he still felt dirty, and coming from someone who was caked in blood and dirt that was a feeling he knew all too well. Maahes had blocked out Galen was missing, secretly he knew the boy was gone. He knew he had placed his son on one of the ships, but was it the ship that made it home? Or the ship that was now at the floors of the ocean? Aodhan was in his line of sight, the child's eyes so pure, yet so full of raw real emotion. There was no other pain like that of a child's first real cry. Did the boy hesitate because of Maahes? Was he afraid? Bess's words brought him back from his thoughts and he looked down to her. So many didn't want her to see the girl, nor the death that stole her life, but wasn't this the part of healing? Letting go..." Danae, find the child. Find those who know, and bring them here." Of course he barked that, did Maahes have any other tone? (d

Danae Galanos: Danae would only release her hold on the Duchess after Maahes had made his way to them. After Maahes was doing what was needed for now, Danae, Merick, Balian and Kendrew began to stretch their arms out at full length. Forming a human baricade to block off any and all that dared to step to close. None would be allowed through expect those that could give the Duchess what she wanted...her children. When Maahes gave his order, she looked to her two men, nodded and they knew what that meant. Stay put and continue doing so until she or Maahes instructed otherwise. The High Ranger may be a hard ass woman, but when it came to children that was one weakness she could not overcome nor wish to. Afterall, she was a female, a woman, and all women at some point in their life wanted children of their own. This situation now was hard to watch, heart breaking even but Danae kept a stoic face and moved along, following her orders.

Brennah: Brennah would take Eirian's free hand in her own as the other came to cover her mouth, letting fingers curl and curve to that of her face as a gasp of shock was had when hearing the news. The young Avarian Lady would nod in agreement and move with Eiran as Caden would lead them in as far as he could. -d-

Caden: Caden gave a firm nod. Hugged her gently and then went to the maid. A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder. " Lead us tae th' Dutchess." When the woman tried to protest, say there were to many they would not get far he simply smiled gently. " Leave tha' tae me. " he looked to Anna who instictively felt his gaze and looked back at him. " Come Anna clear the way." The big feline gave a chuffing sound then offered a snarl as she headed off, guided by the little quavering maid. The snarls were met by surprised looks and hasty steps aside. ONe of Caden's hands rested on the maid's shoulder the other on his sword hilt just in case any one dared defy the surliness of the feline. Carefully he lead them through the crowd until one final barricade blocked their way. The human chain that stood between them and their Dutchess. Here he would call Anna to his side. This was where Eirian would have the most sway, and so they stepped aside allowing them to come in closer.(d)

Eirian: Caden was as good as his word, cutting a way for them with his presence while Eirian's influence could do the rest. The trio of them would continue forward, and in this blocade she found the face of Kendrew..who breahed a sign of relief. Stepping forward, he kept others at bay while the whisp of frailty slid behind him, "You are weary with toil...let us tend you.." Heaven's grace; the promise of hope in the mire.Those small hands reached out..Bess only taking one hand away from Maahes as she searched Eirian's eyes, "It will be done, I promise..." They had come in time to hear the General's order. Bring the proof and information forward, and seeing as how the Duchess did not object, Eirian was the agent of furtherance, "Caden..find the child..." She smoothed the hand, shocked, turning it over to find how bruised it was.."And as you do...tell the Castle's Steward to send for the family. Oh my friend.. what have you done.." Sapphire eyes looked up to the emeralds..turnin to the other servants, "There are other orders your Lady bid you do! Tend to the wounded, those in need, go! Stand not amay..." They were humiliating the woman (d)

Maahes:He felt so guilty as it suddenly hit him, that perhaps had she not been away this would have never happened, and with that returned his reluctance to touch. He would let her go, but for a moment his hand lingered between her shoulderblades. His support was with her, but the warmth of his arms was not. Maahes cared little of reputation on his own accord, but what would it look like to her's? A total stranger until last night, keeping the married Duchess in an embrace he had not given but to a small handful. She was strong, but as stated before- a woman. She had a heart that bled, feelings that hurt, and a soul that was reaching out just like any other. Yet, this one was so very different. She perhaps needed to see for herself, the child, to truly believe. Maahes just didn't handle the truth. Truth was what you wanted it to be, and he wanted Galen to be alive, for Bess to be at peace, and to flippin' go home and be in his bed!!! (d

Brennah: Brennah would simply stand back and off to the side, watching as they tended to the Lady Duchess. The small dark haired woman silenced with concern and shock, wanting to do more but not knowing what exactly.

Danae[/b[: Danae was making her way down a hall where she stopped one of the guards, asked him where she needed to go to see to the child and he would direct her, walking with her even and led her there. Upon entering the room, Danae shut the door to as one other person was in the room with the little girl. Danae swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like she had no business doing this but it was asked of her and so she would. She looked to the guard that had been sitting in the room and asked for a cloak or cape. Her would produce one and Danae would move forward with it. Wrapping the tiny child within it, she pulled her close to her form, holding her securely and craddling her against her chest. Hand pulled the lcoak to respectfully shieled the tiny face as she made moves to exit the room. Once in the hall, it took everything Danae had within her to keep from bursting into tears as she took only but a few steps. The Grecian woman would spot the Knight known as Caden, and here is where Danae would do what was only right. She would pass the tiny body, cloak and all to him, so that one of the Duchess own could be the one to deliver her daughter to her. Danae then would follow and find answers along the way. -d-

Caden: Caden nodded silently to Eirian and turned to go in search of where Edme lay. Crisp steps followed by the lazy pad of big feet as Anna, ever present at his side, followed. Soon he would be coming across the woman who had reached the child before him. When she offered the tiny form to him he hesitated, his mind flashing back to another time and place. His rich blue eyes closed tightly for a moment as he took time precious time to gather himself before he took the little bundle from her arms. He cradled the form to him as if it were precious porciline, and yet it was far more precious then that. How unfair, to have such a tiny young life demolished before she even had the chance to really live. Edme secure he looked to Danae and nodded waiting for her to lead the way back, once she had taken the lead he followed. Even Anna seemed affected by the turn of events, her head lifting to sniff and nudge at thesilent form that Caden carried. She gave a single huff of dissaproval and then followed at his heels. Again she would move forward when the crowd was encountered and again she would clear the way making their path to their destination clear. Once they entered the room he would stand near the door and await further instructions. (d)

Arkanis: The large spartan had his arm wrapped around the throat of the young girl and looked down to Arkanis. Flame flickered apon his red tattoos and the scar Arkanis had left from the last battle they had in Avaria. "Arkanis! How nice of you to join us!", evil smirk pressed to that large spartan's facial features. "You know... you took something from me in Avaria. You basically ended my life." Growl came from his form and those swords would be unsheathed, but only in time for a fist to come up from behind him and knock him to the ground. Those Spartans kicked his swords away and placed a foot each on his back to hold him down. "Now Arkanis... I will take a life from you.", Cyrus growled gripping the small eight year olds hair and tossing her to the ground next to him. "Daddy! Where have you been!?", soft sobs came from the small girl while she crawled towards Arkanis' form and moved her hand to cup around his cheeks while he was being held down. Arkanis had told very few of his daughter. During the raid of Talia Dura his son and wife were easily found and killed. Her daughter didn't enjoy the home life as much so she was with her friends when the men came. Apon hearing of his other family members deaths with a heavy heart he sent his daughter off with the fleeing muslims. Luck would have it that he recently decided to contact her. Devil enduces eyes looked up to Cyrus with tightly clinched teeth, "You son of a bytch." Then ears perked towards his daughters voice. A voice he hadn't heard in five years. Silence fell over his form and he just watched her. Helpless. enduced*

Eirian: The sight of a body was not new, driving over them, riding around them..walking through the killing fields as if carnage bloomed like spring flowers, blood pouring out like nectar. But the body of a child? None of them were really prepared for the death of an innocent. Her fingers came to her mouth, moving up to the brow, to the chest..forming the sign of the holy cross over her personage. "Christ have mercy, Mary have mercy.." She stepped back to allow the precious, lifeless little bundle to be brought forward. One man was being rewarded with the voice of a child, his precious babe. Elsewhere, a small candle had been smote out. Only three servants remained now: Kendrew, Aida, the woman holding Aodhan at the far end of the hall, and Kendrew, the Duchess' guard. They began the day held fast, and again, Eirian would catch Brynna's hand.

Beathag: Aodhan to the rear, Edme advancing, reality became juxtaposed in a dream. A requiem to a life that would no longer flourish. No laughter, no bright smiles. She slept, did she not? No, for the bundle was stark still. Her eyes fluttered and an ungodly energy proved to be the thing holding her erect. Where she ought to have collapsed in the place where two feet stood, the thud, drag of a limp became heard across the stone as she went the distance to affirm by sight what the heart of a mother was feeling. Edme was not of her blood. Adam had found her, the survivor of a Lowland skirmish, her body protected by the shield of her dead mother. Adam became her father, and Beathag? She fell in love with the child at first sight, her husband shortly there after. It carried her half-way before the inevitable gravity forced her down to her knees..but the hands waited, expectantly...trembling as they were..(d)

Maahes: He would only take two steps as to follow her, but quickly corrected his stance; stoic and still. This was her moment, and he above all understood that some needed to just walk alone. Turning to Danae he'd take in her form, was she about to cry as well? Eyes then passed over the much smaller crowd as most moved away and fell upon the dark toned flesh of Bess's other son, Aodhan. Galen always look forward to see him, but would his son be so willing to stand so still while his friend was in pain. Slow steps were then taken around the crowd to come up behind the boy. A thick large hand almost ate the boy's shoulder, but his attention was caught; Maahes motioned for the door. "Come boy, lets see some of your lessons." This was no place for a child, let alone the son of a very strong woman. There was no other strength then that of a mother, and to see her weak; strength rolling away with the tears that fell. It was not a sight Maahes was willing to let the young boy witness. It was one that to this day had Galen sleeping at his side with nightmares. His voice was dry, overpowering and void of any kind of suggestion. There was no such thing as 'no thank you' to Maahes. The Beast of a man was already leading the boy down the hall. (d

Danae: For both sight and weight of a dead body was nothing new for Danae. She had walked the many streets of such, carried men a distance for proper burial, along with other rituals that came with battles and wars. However, it changed everything when it was that of a child...an innocent life, one that had not know the cruelties of the world. Yet... here today was just that, something cruel where the world sought to seperate a mother and child. As Danae would watch those ahead of her, she would tear her gaze away at the last minute and look elsehwere. Her eyes misting and this was where she would depart and find someone with answers.

Brennah: Brennah felt Eirian's hand and when doing so, a firm squeeze was given. The small dark haired woman continued to stay silent even though she wanted to rush to be by Beathag's side. However, Apollo's niece would refrain and instead would say a silent prayer. For she would not intrude on the Lady Duchess' time with her dearly departed. -d-

Caden: Tears stung at the young man's eyes as he watched Bess. He blinked and began walking towards her. She went toher knees before he could reach her but that did not stop him from closing the gap and bending to gently place the tiny form in her shakey embrace. Words escaped him, what could you say to a mother who lost her child. He remembered when he had been unconsolable when his mother and infant sister had died within hours of each other, he knew there were no words that could be said that would make her feel better in this moment. He turned then and went to Eirian. Pain in his blue eyes. Man once again became boy as he fought the urge to simply wrap his arms around the woman he thought of as an older sister and bury his face against her feeling the Dutchess's pain, granted not in the same way but knowing in his own way how she felt. His strength won in the end and instead of leaning on her, he would hopen his arms to her, and become the strength she might need in this moment, an arm to keep her up, a hand to be used in something that needed to be done. (d)

Arkanis: Those eyes peered happily down to Arkanis. "You know Ark, you aren't that bad of a person.", Cyrus stepped closer to Emily and pulled her up by her neck and looked her over. "She'll make a fine wife for me when she's older don't you think Arkanis?" Gripped up she whinced and struggled, but to no avail. Hearing the words come from the spartan she scowled, "My daddy will find you and kill you before he lets that happen!" Still he laid on the ground stunned at what was going on. Was she really already eight? It was really nice to see her, but under these circumstances he wasn't feeling it right now. Growl then came from his lips, "I've got six years to track you down before the senate will let you marry her. I would watch my back if I were you." Bold words from a man pinned down on the ground. Simple sigh pressed through his lips and shook his head, "You never knew when to keep your mouth shut and neither does your daughter apparently." Cyrus' eyes cut to the girl held by the throat like a puppy in his gasp, "But I can always teach you manners can't I dear." With a chuckle he threw her over his shoulder and began to walk away. The flames were dying, "As for you Arkanis... you can't teach an old dog new tricks." Cyrus held out two fingers and then moved then in a downwards motion to signal for Arkanis beheading. The other spartans smiled to each other at the thought of killing the Arkanis. "NO! You bastard! I wont let you!", Emily was kicking and screaming to get free but to no avail. Her own azure eyes looked to Ark and tears swell up. Heh, where did she learn those words? That was all that went through her mind. Those eyes peered into his daughter's eyes one last time before CHOP.

[Lady Eirian Gwenyth Apollius]

- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. -

Eirian knelt at the side of a woman who seemed to not notice the hours that had passed. Many slipped away - like the rosary beads under her fingers - many times the prayers uttered. What mattered who talked to what God? The soul could not go uncared for, just as tenderly as a mother's caress afforded the cold child signs that she was not forgotten.


She had arranged for the priest who had bound Adam and Beathag's hands to come pray for the child. He seemed not to tarry over the fact of the lax observance from the Duke, nor the pagan beliefs of the Duchess. "Until a pagan's cleric we can find, you will do," she whispered to him, "please, by all that is holy. Your charity must move you, your compassion and our love of Christ bids this of you." He nodded, needing no further reasons other than his respect for the people who had given of themselves tirelessly to those who would have none of it. He lit the candles, while Eirian assisted those who were given leave in the cleaning and dressing of the deceased. Hope seemed to offer her love to Eirian, who's heart broke. Like the other women, tears slipped down her cheeks, but Beathag's remained dry.

It was like the world had taken all feeling from her, leaving her numb. The sadness eminated, but she could not express it. Eirian leaned over to put a hand to her, finding the woman hardly turning to regard her. "You must drink, at least," she ran a hand through her friend's hair. A tray of food went untouched, spoiling as the first had, so it was replaced. A bowl of dirty water was taken, holding the dirt from clothes collected over her body. Once, Beathag cared for Eirian when she was too fragile to be moved, spending half a year at the task.

The least she could do was lead her on, almost as the blind are lead. Until Jelenah could be summoned, and even after, she humbled her stature to that of a faithful handmaiden. She washed her skin and hair, brushed it..only to do it again whenever the tremors of the woman's greif undid her braids or coils.

The work distracted her until a point in prayer brought Talion's name to her mouth, and she remembered to pray for those who had not come home, and prayed God..this once...would be kind enough to bring him home.