Attack on the Shores, The Assasination Attempt

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

- first edition, future edits to follow -


Aslan Burning: The camps were almost gone, all traces of life slowly were being loaded in ships and life was ready to return to Avaria. Maahes stood in the midst of it all his chest heaving heavy breaths as the the nerves of the sail set in. A lothad happened over the past few months that had this man in a balancing act between sanity and a dark crazy mindset. A face from his past, a life he had left behind, and a pirate that wouldn't flat out die plagued him. So as the men around him carried out his orders and prepared for the departure he found himself just standing in the middle. It had been so long since he had seen home, Avaria was starting to become a dream. and with the rise of Anulia from his past he was starting to really believe that perhaps it was. (d


Tattered Magic: Though present in this new land, for the most part Selene had disappeared into the background of the events and celebrations that had taken place. Even those she knew from Avaria were little more than strangers, certainly the people who inhabited this land met that criteria. She had contented herself with exploring the lands surrounding their camps and studying the native vegetation that was strange and foreign to her. Rarely had she felt comfortable enough, though any time she closed her eyes to sleep, images of another's life flashed vividly before her eyes until she gave up trying to sleep. Creeping quietly, she had slipped in to Maahes's tent and laid beside him. Though she did not wake him and never fell asleep herself, there was something about the man's presence that calmed her raw nerves and fear stricken heart. The witch had left before he had woken and only now returned to his side in the full morning light where he watched the process of camps breaking down and the ship loaded. Small hand lifted to rest briefly on his arm, a cool wave of calm falling over him before her hand fell back to her side. "We leave soon?" Her voice strained and anxious, ready to return to Avaria. -d-


Aslan Burning: As much as a comfort to her as he was, she was as well to him. Though he has not told anyone about what was going on, or how hard this really was for him, somehow he knew she would understand. Tommy is his entire world when it comes friendship and love, and with her at the side of a pirate he was ready to explode. Every last pirate would be hunted down and killed in cold blood if she did not return soon. Selene's hand came to rest at his arm and he would not pull away. "Not we, I cannot return until Tommy is found." His body would then turn to face her, and his own hand would fall over the small digits of her gentle hand. "You will be home soon." Was his promise and as so often before was hardly broken. Just as soon as it was cherished, the touch of her hand would fall away as he pressed her hand back. Of course it was not because of her, but his own insecure ill mind; and habit. (d

Tattered Magic: Her eyes had drifted toward the ships lingering the dock, bustling with activity as they were packed and loaded. It was his words that drew her gaze back toward him, now to find him having turned to face her. The news he relayed to her would do nothing to ease the strain and tension that kept her muscles tight and coiled, usually pale eyes darkening to a dusky grey-blue. Her fingers had formed a vice before she could help it, now caught in an internal struggle. Returning to Avaria .. and she had decided last night, ultimately her swamps .. was where she would feel safest, but with Maahes and Tommy both remaining didn't seem right. Finally she shook her head slightly. "I stay." The words murmured quietly as she took her hand back only to have it fidget nervously in front of her. "I can .. help." -d-
Tempus Matutinus: There was nothing more pleasant than that of the sea waves lapping upon the shoreline, white foam bubbling and riding azure. What breeze had been brought by the ocean whipped and sent the black fabric swirling around his long legs as he sat upon the saddle of the black Arabian stallion, whow as taking his enjoyment in dashing down the length of the shore for a day's ride, to stretch those legs of his. A singular, large hand gripped the rope braided reins while feet were tucked into the stirrups. The wrapped, cloth hate was placed on his head, covering the markings upon his forehead, and the black cloth that covered his lower face hid the tattos upon his cheeks. Salah al Din neighed loudly in glee and excitement as feet danced in the surf of the sea. Horses loved to play in water, it seemed. Aman-ud-Din chuckled beyond the fabric that covered his face, leaving only the chocolate orbs visible. In the distance, the sound of men conversing and groaning wood could be heard. Arching a brow, his gaze shifted to the sight of the Avarian camp, rather what had been their camps, for it was being packed up. How odd. Were they leaving? Curious, the tall Arab wheeled his horse around, and alreadying knowing his rider's destination, the stallion cantered off towards the sight

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Aslan Burning: "This time Selene it is too dangerous, your insight would be welcome, however.." Perhaps he had not wanted to admit this part, that he was ordered to only bring his best five men, and nothing more. Percival had been taking slaves, their bodies were strung up to mark a trail, and he could not imagine if one of them could turn up to be one of his own people. "I am to take 5 men and that is all." His rich tone formed the English words so much better as well with her own, it was what civilization could do to a savage. Maahes was even starting to look the part, yet the barbaric undertone of his heritage would always remain. In the distance the sounds of a ship cried out as the first was readyand the horns would carry out it's impatient wait. "It is not a hunt, not a rescue, but an execution you will be on the ship with the others." His word was final and everything about his features would speak just that. Turning then his frame to the man who was mostly always at Anulia's side he would watch him ride in with careful eyes. Never one to speak first he stood in silence as the man rode up. (d


Danae Galanos: Danae herself would be standing off and giving out her own orders to the men that were under her command. Seeing that they did their share of the work load and more if necessasary. Merick making sure her orders were being followed to the exact specification. Balian had made it to Skye as well even against orders for him to remain in Avaria. He had arrived with the very last ship and was working side by side with Merick. The duo were like brothers, where one was found the other was there as well. Balian had left Mirah in charge of things back in Avaria, seeing as how she did not take a liking to ships all that well. Danae's arms were crossed over her shoulders over seeing what she couldbeing as there was nothing more she could do given her healing state. She almost hated to leave so soon after just arriving but she had been away from Avaria to long. First with Perry and now here, some time home with the excpetion of healers would be welcomed. -d-


Tattered Magic: Selene wasn't sure whether or not she was relieved by Maahes's words that would take no argument from her about whether or not she would be remaining or returning home. Though returning without the man by her side left her feeling even more open and vulnerable to what she now knew was almost inevitable and that was not a feeling she relished. A frown worried over slender brows as her hands clasped so tightly together in front of her that her knuckles turned white. She would return home to Avaria, though it would not be to the castle .. but to her familiar swamps. If only one thing had become apparent on this visit to a foreign land, it was that she belonged in the safe haven that had been provided for her all of those years ago. That, however, meant breaking her word to Maahes and that didn't set well within her either. Lips parted to speak finally, but she glanced up to find the man's attention fixated elsewhere on the partially veiled faced of a stranger. Lips met once more and the woman remained silent, though no less burdened. -d-


Tempus Matutinus: Truth, he was commonly at the side of a good friend, Anulia, but this time, it was simply himself and his horse. Even his ward was at home with the hounds, drawing or doing something to amuse herself. For the moment, she would be well enough on her own, after all the girl did travel alone from Arabia alone. He would not be gone long, he told himself, as the familiar sight of Maahes came into clear view. His company, however, was unfamiliar to him, but he assumed that would be remedied shortly. Tugging on the reins, Salah al Din came to a stop, just before the tall man, snorting and raising his head high, peering down at Maahes, though the difference in height was not that far. Like Arabians, Salah al Din had a fiery personality, and even now it showed at the horse snorted again and swished his black tail. ``Masa alkhair to you all.`` He greeted, husky voice coated in that Arabic accent. ``Could it be that the Avarian's are leaving the shores of Skye to return to their home?`` He inquired, curiously, speaking to anyone who wished to enlightening him on the matter.

Aslan Burning: Pompous pride could sum up what he thought of half the men on this Isle, but his lips would remain sealed. Maahes was in no way a diplomat, nor carried the ability to make friends easy; however he was getting a little better. "We leave to hunt down a traitor, our people are to return to our lands." He didn't mean to feel as if he was being interrogated, but his guard would rise and shoulders would press back. Slowly he would move his form to stand between the man and the witch. Danae was just out of harm's reach, but animal like eyes would narrow at her. Displeasure and pain clouded his vision and his frown was aimed at her. He could almost smell the pirate on her like an animal tracking it's prey, and many parts of him would never forgive her. (d

Danae Galanos: Danae continued to see to things as they came and her eyes would catch sight of the man she had seen within the healing halls gardens the day Aislin re stitched her wounds. Those eyes of wild ice blue swept over the others and settled on Maahes. Just the sight of him made her blood boil now as he had forced his men to carry out his dirty work. Ordering them to do what they had almost carried out to Peregrin if Danae had not stepped in. When his eyes settled on Danae, he would be greeted by her own stare. It seemed the feeling was mutual as there were many things Danae would never forgive him for. She would let him know she was not at all pleased with him right now as their gazes were held with each other and her own eyes narrowed. If it had not been for Merick coming to her side, and drawing her attention away she would have most likely done something more and at a closer range, stitches or not. Merick could feel the tension between them and thats why he had done what he did. "Commander... what ship shall your things as well as our own be placed on?" He asked as he stood in silence then and awaited her reply. -d-


Tattered Magic: The witch's gaze had drifted over what she could see of the stranger's face as he approached and spoke .. that was until her line of sight was blocked by the broad back and shoulders of Maahes as he stepped between her and the man. A slight frown found delicate features, though she followed the line of his glance back toward the ships and her own gaze lingered over those gathered there. It would also prove to be a mistake. As her own blue gaze drifted over those of the woman, Selene was assaulted with more vivid images of another'e life, each almost feeling like a physical slap to her face only to be closely followed by the next. An audible, shuddering gasp for breath sounded from between her lips, taking an unsteady step back and immediately closing her eyes tightly again the intrusion of someone else's memories into her mind. A tremor slipped down her spine as she again opened her eyes, but this time kept her stare far from the woman and instead let it land somewhere near her feet as she tried to regain some semblance of calm and composure. -d-


Aslan Burning: "Her things will be placed on one of our ships." Knowing full well Danae had planned on going with the pirate. She had been seen leaving his cabin now twice, and frankly he had enough. There was a ship planned just for the women, a smaller faster boat to sail along the side of the much large cargo hold of the other. Funny though..how that storm that is coming was gonna mysteriously put holes in the sides. Big ones too..like a saw cut them out. "When we step foot on Avarian soil, Apollo's restrain is no longer in effect." His voice growled lowly as he turned his site away and back to Selene. Her slender frame was trembling and he would arch a brow as it tried to retain it's composure. Was she having another of her visions? Or could she just flat out taste the hatred he carried for Galen's true father.(d


Danae Galanos: Brows would arch at the words heard from Maahes and she turned to face him again. She looked to Merick then and gave a shake of her head as if telling him not to follow through with those orders just yet. As Maahes turned his back Danae would speak up. "I will board what ship I see fit to... my men will be with me. If there is something that bothers you about me and my decision...then let it be known... NOW!" She growled out as she had had enough of him and and his irritating ways. Hand was quick to grip her hilt and draw that scimitar, a glance to Merick as she spoke. "OUR things will be put on Peregrins ship...." She hissed. Her gaze drifted over to Selen and her features would soften briefly but only from the curiosity that peaked from the woman's shuddering frame and look. She then looked back to Maahes and her jaw would tighten, eyes becoming cold again and her body feeling the harsh feelings from what she and this man always put each other through. -d-


Tattered Magic: Not quite trusting her feet to hold her weight, Selene sank down to the ground and pulled her knees up to her chest. With those few memories that had been seen by another's eyes, Selene came to understand a great more than any of those around her .. and despite that she held this information within her, she could find no release for it and was helpless to block it out. She knew now how it would happen and likely a good idea of when. And if her feelings proved true, it was doubtful she would be able to stop it. Dark lashes swept low over her gaze, veiling the fear and grief that welled within the pale depths. Slender arms wrapped around her legs as the words were exchanged between Maahes and Danae, the anger, betrayal and hatred that had grown between them only adding to the tremors coursing through the witch. Soundless words were mouthed, a subtle rock shifting her into movement as she fought the rise of panicked emotions brewing within her swiftly and strongly. -d-


Aslan Burning: His entire form still and stood silent. His frame stiffened and lips ran flat against one another. The anger was boiling inside, burning like a hundred fires on the Sahara desert. The sands that pressed under his booted feet reminded him of his once home, and how women were to be treated. His frame would turn from the man to face Danae now, and eyes remained low and dark. Slow steps carried his body as well his threat to circle one of her shoulders, and in a voice that could rival the distant thunder he'd growl lowly. "Is that a challenge?" The hilt of his blade soon found release as the curved blade swung to meet the sands at their feet. The top heavy end sand deep in the earth and steps would swing wide as to draw a circle around them. As soon as the circle was complete he would toss away the blade and start to undo the leather bindings of his wrists as well the heavy armor that clad his entire form. A hand to hand always solved problems, though Danae had never been on the opposite end. In her state could she really take him? Would it be a fair fight? No, but did it look like he cared? Maahes was finished with being challenged from her, and perhaps if her jaw was broke in she couldn't so easily back talk. (d


Danae Galanos: "Do not look at me like that. You want to blame someone for all this... blame yourself!" Danae said through clentched teeth. "You and your pride.... you have left more than one scar on me...." She said as a hand moved to lift up theside of her tunic where he stabbed her from before. No bandages would be found to shield his eyes or others from the fresher wounds she had sustained from the native spears on the exotic isle. Part of that tattered copper banner of skin was shown from ribs down to her waist before grip was released and her sword was shoved into the ground. " You have managed to cut out part of my heart already... and you can not even leave me enough to give it to someone thats better deserving?!?!" She smirked as she watched him prepare for a fight and Danae would not hesitate. She to began to rid her body of anything that would not be needed in this hand to hand combat. Merick pleading with her to wait until she was better healed. "Commander... please?! Do not do this to yourself!" He looked to the General. "Maahes... General.. Sir... not here...not now?!" Danae took that defensive stance and was ready to take what was to come, he might kick her arse but he would know she was there too demit. -d-

Tempus Matutinus: Suddenly he blinked. Again he must have had one of those moments were his mind began to wonder with him, and such him into a void of thought and ponderment. Shaking his head, his eyes turned down to the sight before him. What was going on now!? Maahes had told him that they were packing to leave, at least some of them were, and that was the last conscious thought to pass through his mind before he blanked out. No matter, he was coherent now, but still trying to understand just what madness was about to ensure. Maahes and Danae were arguing, though Aman-ud-Din knew nothing about the woman and hardly about Maahes. A sword was drawn, and inwardly the Arab sighed. ``You both would not be willing to stain the sands upon mundane quarrels? Peace, I beg both of you. There has already been enough bloodshed upon the lands of Skye, do not add to this strife with your conflicts that have potential to be remedied in ways OTHER than the sword...General...my Lady...peace.`` Aman-ud-Din said upon the back of the black stallion, the cloth over his face hiding his lips, but certainly not hindering his voice from being heard. No animosity or malice was held in his tone, simply a placid suggestion that he sincerely hoped BOTH would take into consideration and make a better choice. Aman-ud-Din could not stop them from quarreling, and if sword and steel was the only way they saw fit to solve it, so be it, it such a shame it would be that this could now be solve another, less painful way.


Aslan Burning: Maahes was much younger then most of the men here, and often it was a wonder how one his age could find such a rank. Experience, would be the only explanation. Barely dawning 30 Maahes was the picture of youth. His broad shoulders were not broken, nor did his knees cry out, but what he made up for in strength he perhaps lacked in maturity. His quick temper always got the better of him, and it often took a wiser older soul to put his feet back on the ground. Lowering his fists he passed dark eyes from Aman to Danae and his guard would lower slightly. Perhaps if the man only knew Danae he'd understand there wouldn't be too much blood shed, just a lot of black and blue bruises. She started it! "You are right," He spoke to the man, but eyes did not leave Danae. "I've had enough embarrassments for the day." His hurt shown through, though refused to surface past his eyes. Danae had always been so loyal and eager to do what was needed, but on her defense he was acting out of jealousy and childish hurts. "I'll kill him soon enough." His voice was quiet and for her ears. His promise was gold, and his loyalty to his judgment was key. "If she steps foot on that ship, she will be relieved of her duty." So said the Beast. (d


Danae Galanos: Feet were shoulders width apart, toros slightly twisted, frame gently resting at a forward lean or bent position. Fists were balled up and held in a ready position, ready to defend and fight. Her jaw tight and her stare deadly as she listened to the man on his horse, though eyes never left Maahes. Danae knew the man was right, but she had grown so tired over Maahes' jealousy fits and had a means to make him see that if wanted those rights, then by the Greek Gods above he would have to shove aside his pride. When Maahes relaxed and decided against the fight, Danae would do the same. The Grecian warrior had been loyal to him in more ways than one.. though it was his pride and his hatred that blinded him to that fact. When the General made his promise only for her ears to hear, she stepped up, closing what distance was between then. Nose to nose like she always did when she meant what she said. "Over my dead body..." Her heart was pounding like a war drum in her chest, her adreniline rushing through her body and that all natural high of getting ready to kick arse began to slowly fade. She galred at him, eyes narrowing. "And just so you know... this is not over with..." She added before giving him a shove and moving off to stand back beside Merick, who was gathering their things. -d-
Tattered Magic: Slowly the tremors had begun to dissipate from her, though still her gaze was bright with knowing and the grief that the knowledge brought along with it. Her eyes had shifted briefly to the stranger who had spoken wisely and as the two squaring off seemed to take the advice as sound, her eyes swung back toward Maahes, though she was very careful to keep her gaze from straying toward the woman. Selene had no wish to relive yet more memories that were not her own, afraid of what more she would learn that she had not right or desire to know. Cautiously the witch finally pushed to her feet again, idly testing out the strength of her limbs before straightening completely, though she shook her head slightly at the words exchanged. Neither one of them knew the truth as she did .. and if they had, they would realize like her that all of their anger and threats were all for naught. A slow sigh was exhaled, lifting a hand to rub over her eyes for a moment. -d-


Tempus Matutinus: Bloodshed or bruise, violence was not the only answer, and many times, it was thought to be the only one. The older one became, the more wisdom was bestowed. While Aman-ud-Din was not as aggressive as Maahes was when he was youngerAman-ud-Din had been young and reckless once before. Violence ended much, but there were too many times where conversation and discussion could have avoided pain and devastation. Aman-ud-Din did not understand or know Danae to see the reason for Maahes' readiness to beat Danae, but surely conversation could not hurt before it led to something more...aggressive. Low words that were meant only for each other, and Aman-ud-Din sighed softly. Well, at least they were not smacking each other around. Lips were pressed together to form a thin line as chocolate hued orbs watched one gritting his teeth and the other shoving past. The tension was so thick, one could erect an impenetrable wall.


Aslan Burning: His chest hurt, his heart hurt and his body was on fire. However, when Danae pressed him back his attention swayed to Selene. She was on the floor of the beach why? As he had done Galen many times, the large man bent to help her as she rose as if she had fallen. When Lily was learning to walk there had been many times he had taken her hands to help her rise, but with Selene he would only touch her back. "you fell..why?" His hands were there to steady her if she were to need them, but he would only touch if it was necessary. Against his will he would let Danae go, but the Lord Advisor was right, besides he would be home soon enough. Their little arena on the hillside would be waiting, as it had not been bloodied in far too long. (d


Beloved Souls: Sometime among the arguing and closeness to a physical conflict, Aislin had walked her way down to the beach area. It mattered not what brought her here, simply that she now stood a bit off to the side with slender arms crossed over her smaller chest, resting upon the brown vest that added to that male attire. Old leather black boots sunk slightly into the sand as she stood perfectly still like a statue. Hair of chestnut and dark golden brown had been laced into one long, tight braid that rested to lower, back thigh. This was one of the many reasons why Aislin did not give in to anger, why she did not always argue back with her husband. It held little point save to hurt others. Ocean eyes shifted towards Aman-ud-Din, then back to Maahes as he moved to help the dark haired woman in the sand, before going off to the woman warrior. Not a word was said, for what was the need for any now?


Danae Galanos: Maahes wasn't alone in his pain... Danae too was feeling it though she would never show it. As she turned away from him and stood with Merick and now Balian, the men looked to her with sad eyes. They knew the torment their Commander was enduring but would not voice it. They looked to her more than just a High Rank of respect but that of family...like brothers to a sister. Merick would speak up again, even though he felt he should stay silent but he needed an answer. "Commander... our things?" Danae's gaze only lifted and her head hung slightly. She sighed and shook her head before those full lips parted and she gave her answer. "You are my men... I would never let you down and I cannot leave you to be led by someone other than me. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she nodded. " Do as the General says... " Balian looked to Merick then and frowned but they would do as told. Danae gripped her sword, sheathing it and moving along side her guys. Pale blue eyes glanced up and she did a double take as she spotted Aislin. The Grecian woman would close the distance between herself and the Healer. Nod was given as she spoke. "Good day to you Aislin." -d-

Tempus Matutinus: What inner conflict and thoughts were going through Maahes and Danae's mind both he would never know unless they spoke of them publicly, but even that Aman-ud-Din doubted. It was not his place to know, and he would not pry. Little did he know of it, and little would he know unless otherwise stated. Brown eyes turned down to Aislin as she approached, and from beneath the cloth covering his lower features, he smiled softly to the lofty woman, who was the wife of the General. Little did most of the people here know that he was no longer the Advisor. ``Masa alkhair, Aislin. How are you today?`` He inquired, giving the others their time to themselves. There was something more going on here,something that Aman-ud-Din did not understand or know of yet, and now it was not necessarily his business to know, though that bit of knowledge might be useful

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Last Sword Saint: The soft sound of hoofbeats compacting sand echoes up the beach as the riders made haste along the shore, passing the fleet with great urgency as they made a B-line for the general. It was a small troop of armed horse messengers,all bearing the Avarian Coat-of-Arms on their dress. The four horsemen had been riding so fast in their haste to reach Maahes that they almost barreled him over -- along with the people standing next to him. But they reared their steeds to a half and dismounted. The lead rider -- an odd looking man with an unusually dark complexion, bowed his head in deferrence, and introduced himself by saying: "We have an urgent and very important message for you,General."


Aslan Burning: chyt.he thought to himself, knowing damn well he was unarmed from the fight before. His body tensed up as eyes darkened and narrowed on the man who spoke. He was relieved to see the Coat-of-Arms, but all the same this was unexpected Surrounded, was not going to warrant the highest of manners from a caged beast, and his features hardened. "So speak it." His raspy deep voice sounded, and anyone who knew Maahes would understand the greeting was simply who he was. The sea at his back suddenly became still as the the horse's from the men as well Aman took up the sounds. Perhaps they had not meant to pin him, but with his back to the ocean could their be an escape? He was secretly praying for news of Tommy, or perhaps the faintest hope of a dead Overlord, but one could only get their hopes up so far. (d

Beloved Souls: Ocean eyes met with those pale blue ones as one full brow perked up high above her right eye. A soft smile would be given to the woman as she returned the nod. ``Indeed it is, thus far. Ah see ye own is eventful to say the least ``Ocean eyes shifted towards Aman-ud-Din as he came closer and she gave another nod of her narrow chin. ``Salam Aman-ud-Din. Better then most it seems`` Not moments later, a darker skin male that stood at the height of 6'8 and was as oak tree about his limbs, came moving towards Aislin's back at a bit faster pace then just the steady walk and pressed his massive hands around her shoulders as the sounds of hooves came down the sand. As Aislin prepared herself, he shifted her from the way of all the horses, moving her quickly back, leaving the others to go their own way. Malick was a fast one and while Aislin hated touch, she was thankful for the new guardian's fast moves. `` Ah heard just fine. Thank ye...``


Danae Galanos: Danae would simply nod, little of a smile given as she was not one to take joy in taking part of conflict but Maahes had pushed it. Her gaze shifted to Aman-ud-Din. "I apologize to you and the others here, on my behalf that is." Head turned at the sound of thunderous hoof beats against beach sands.Brows arched and she moved in the direction where they and the General stood. Calling over her shoulder to Aislin and the man. "Excuse me as I need to see to this where Avaria is concerned." As she made her way closer to Maahes and the horsemen, hand gripped the hilt of Maahes' sword he left in the sand. She took determined strides and when reaching him, handed it to him. She had her back to the horsemen and her face to Maahes as she narrowed her eyes and spoke for only him to hear. "I will not always be around to have your back and save your arse." Before turning to face the men and taking a few steps back off to the side and listening.



Last Sword Saint: Of course, these men had no intention of waiting for everybody to get into an advantageous position before giving Maahes his very important message. The lead messenger was already inches away from his face when he gave a slight tilt of his head to the side. "It's the Overlord, sir," he began, the urgency still in his voice. " ... he wishes you well on your journey." Just then, he clenched his right hand into a fist, compressing a switch set there, and releasing the spring-loaded blade from under his sleeve. As he was jabbing the blade towards Maahes' midsection, the second messenger was already rushing between Maahes and Danae, to tackle her long before she had any kind of chance to deliver his sword. The other two had turned their backs to the first two, and leveled their spears outward, forming a hasty, protective barrier between Maahes' would-be assassin and any interference.


Tempus Matutinus: Aman-ud-Din nodded. Apparently it was a day that was full of surprises. One of them being the new appearance of the riders. Salah al Din snorted and reared, not liking the sudden presence and closeness of others. He held onto the stallion, until the horse lowered back to his four hooves once more. Salah al Din certainly had a personality to counter Aman-ud-Din's, that was for sure.``That is good to hear, Aislin..`` He replied, though chocolate brown orbs were watching the strange horsemen carefully. Strangers came and went in Skye, more now than ever it seemed. A glint of steel, and the man moved to Maahes. Thick brows furrowed and Aman-ud-Din frowned deeply. An attack! Wheeling the horse around to pull in front of Aislin, the long, curved Persian scimitar was pulled out and gripped tightly in his hand. Swiftly, the tall Arab dismounted and grey, booted feet hit the sand, the blade twirling in his hand as long legs carried him towards the disturbance and the men with spears pointed

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Aslan Burning: Before the blade could go too deep the man's wrist was engulfed by an open palm. Speed and agility lacked whereas brute strength made up. The spring blade was unexpected and it was his own fault for thinking Destin would have been anything other then a cheat. Blood spilled over their hands, but if you could see Maahes's face you would have known he was even hit. The edge of the knife still in his flesh, wild animal like eyes burned into the orbs of the other as his lips snarled back over his clenched teeth; with a turn he would follow through with his twist until the man's arm turned clear to his shoulder. If the man made any sudden move a quick snap would follow until his arm would fall limp at his side. A man's last defense was that of his own body, and that was what kept him alive for so long in the fighting pits of a barbaric nation. However, more then once Destin's men gave this one a run for his money,but today he was already fueled from the fight before, on edge from missing Tommy, and flat out sick of backing down. With the man's twisted arm he would pull the messenger forward to allow his free arm to crash into the turned skyward elbow of the other. (d


Beloved Souls: Malick only gave a nod of his bald head before he rose his eyes to the others about them. He had been to many places and it was not easy for him to trust those he did not know. He had a duty and he would do it even on land. Aislin noticed Aman-us-Din's movements and Salah al Din befroe she shifted her weight to the other side. What the hell was going on? When Aman-ud-Din dismounted and moved forward, Aislin came around the horse to do the same, seeing the men moving towards Danae and Maahes in a hostile manner. Reaching to her thighs, she gripped the leather laced handles of her twin daggers and moved them from her sides to place them in the air and outwards towards the men with spears. Feet parted in a stance as she aimed the edges of both blades towards the one in front of her while Aman held the blade over his head towards the other. Both Aislin and Aman-ud-Din froze in place, not moving forward. ``What is the meaning of this?`` Aislin and Aman-ud-Din would not press forward another inch, knowing this was between the Avarians. Still, if those men with the spears moved to turn, they would find that Aislin and Aman-un-Din were more then statues. A fair fight was in order and they would even the odds if need be.


Danae Galanos: Danae was knocked off her feet before chance was made to pass Maahes his sword. His sword was slung out from her hand, landing in the sand near by as Danae now struggled to regain control of her body. The Head Ranger was not one hundred percent today as she was still healing. Yet that would not hold her back as she would give it her all reguardless. Arms pressed the man up off her, trying to level him so the other could come up and throw a side punch to his jaw. When the man's head turned from the force, Danae would make her attempt at scrambling to her feet. Her eyes searching for Maahes blade while her own was drawn, taking a few steps back in a ready and defensive stance. No moveswould be made yet as she froze in place not wanting to jepeardize anyone else's life or her own. Eyes shifted from one face to the other as she looked to Maahes and back to the men. -d-


Last Sword Saint: Their indecisiveness was their weakness, and "fair fight" was not a phrase Destin Janus taught to his followers. The spearmen had an immediate advantage over the two foreigners who were challenging them -- wheir weapons giving them an edge on range, and Danae's hesitation provided just the opening they needed. Even these hardened men seemed hesitant for a moment, however, until the man who had assaulted Maahes -- crying out in pain from his broken arm, summoned what strength he had left, and screamed to his men: "Go ... GO!" And go they did. They acted simultaneously and with one mind. The man facing Danae used her hesitation as an opportunity to remove a small device from under his clothing -- a small pouch rigged with a wick and a bit of flint. He raked it across his teeth, and tossed it towards Danae, just as one of the spearmen was tossing a similar pouch towards his own feet, and the third spearman was prodding one of the horses violently with the tip of his spear. Soon the scene erupted in panic -- the little pouch that had been thrown at danae erupted in a flash of fire and bits of shrapnel, while the second pouch burst into a thick, smokey cloud -- all while the speared horse's reaction started a chain reaction among the other horses that sent them all stampeding around in circles, sowing noise and confusion into the whole mess. Long before any of this mess had a chance to clear, the three un-injured men had fled, leaving their leader behind, still writhing in pain -- but they had not disappeared. Rather, they had used lengths of rope attached to weighted hooks to begin scaling the hull of the nearest warship.


Set In Her Way: The shoreline was a favored place for many to seek respite from toiling away at daily tasks. A silver of time was etched in the space of hours to allow for what should have been calm; sand shifted under the steady canter of horses as the armed retainers escorted Her Grace for a ride by the sea. Caldonhan, her loyal and beloved destrier, moved in long strides, sleek sinew a ballet of sorts beneath the splotched colored flesh. Around him were three rouncy's per side, the party attired in the Griffin black and gold, save for one distinction: Grouse claw pins tipped in white feather on the tunic, a discrete white leather thong binding back their hair, for they of the White Talon Order, who's duty it was to protect the Lady of the Isles and those in her closest of affairs..little did they know that pleasentries were about to end. The commotion of shrapnel exploding caused an echoed noise in the distance, the curving smoke causing the formation to instantly change to become tighter. "What is gaein' on, Kendrew?" she called out over the din, holding fast the reigns as Caldonhan became visibly upset, tensing. The closer they came, the more the scene revealed itself through the lines of smoke, dust, and the sound of voices. "WHAT GOES ON HERE!" The booming voice of Sir Kendrew called out into the fray, he turned his head over his hsoulder, being at the front of the party, " Stay tight around her! One of you summon the nearest watch!" (d)


Aslan Burning: "Danae!" The world was spinning, as the ocean moved around him in every direction. "Merick..Ba.." His hand was in the direction of the men as to give the order to follow suit, but the words could not form. The front of his attire was blood soaked and stained crimson from the midsection down, but what could not be seen was the skin around the wound. White puss foamed as the layer around the blade rubbed off and ate away at the flesh seeping into his bloodstream* The commotion the horses were creating were a perfect devise for escape and if could only clear his head the General could get the message cleared out. They got away, and now only one man remained. Heat boiled over his dark flesh and a thousand tiny spiders crawled over his skin. English left his mind as his native tongue came alive but even then the words were missed. Maahes fell to one knee, kneeling with his head in his hand and the pain was no longer on his mind. get them..get them..Arabic words pressed past his lips as suddenly the world fell silent and his body slumped against the ground. (d

b133d m3: Dull thumps of heavy hooves would quietly lull the dark rider upright and to the edge of that small brushy mound just several hundred yards from the chaos. The scene reaked of fire, ash, and alchemy. Sanguine eyes peered from behinddesert colored cloth. Eyes, unerving and lacking emotion, like some hollow shell of a former man, surveyed the battlefield. Surely it was nothing he needed to take caution in, but man were their own worst enemies, and he took no chance to bring one's self into their own bickering war. With a simple body readjustment, lithe and limber legs were tossed over the saddle, and with a dull thump against the ground heavy iron clad boots allowed for a noisy landing.One more survey and then he was off. Slowly, like the hunter whom would stalk the prey, the dark figure inched it's way down to the beach-head. Of course he didn't seem to care much of what happened, it was interesting to say the least. Moments of madness and psychopathic tendicies came surfacing about when it came to blood, screams, and pure agony. It fueled him. It seemed to make him whole and one. He never was more alive than when other's died. This was not his true person at most times, but when the said moments of madness did come about from an already tortured and insane mind, it was best to stay clear of him and any sharp objects. This included knives, lances, spears, and wierdly enough. . .forks. Long light ash colored hair drew itself from underneath that hood and fell like a quiet cascade, gently teasing the surface of burnt charcoal colored skin. Now, the distance closed with each second, the scene was that much more interesting. Only one question remained. . .just what the hell did he have in mind and just what the hell was he going to do about it.

Beloved Souls: Aislin never underestimated any man, for she had seen men kill with the simplest of objects. Still, she was confident enough in her own skill to hold her own should the need come. Aman-ud-Din stared with a calm and serious look as he waited. Suddenly, everything happened at once as the men became their own team and worked as one. Aislin was looking to the one that held the pouch and tossed it towards Danae. After learning some on explosions, she was not a fool. ``GROUND NOW!`` Aman-ud-Din was looking elsewhere and saw the man spear the horse closer to him without hesitation. ``Salah ah Din leave me!`` He did not want to risk his friend seeing that the men held little to no honor. As smoke rose, Malick was around in front of Aislin, wrapping his thick arms around her to protect her and the unborn child within her womb using his back. Both went to the ground, the large black as night amle over Aislin though careful to not crush her or her body with his larger one. peices had already been in mid air and hit his shoulder, lodging in deeply. One had managed to slice the top of Aislin's arm, but no more then that. Aman-ud-Din moved back with his blade swinging around in a circle motion to block off the metal flying out should any come to him. He did not dare go to the ground with the smoke, for the men could come charging out of it. Only when it cleared, did he see all but one of the men were gone and rushed forward. Aislin could see the pain laced in Malick's face and frowned. He moved from her and helped her up, holding the pain back as he helped her up. Seeing the men were gone and the aftermath was not a good one, Aislin went to who she could see was closer and that was Maahes, on the ground and looking less then well. A voice was heard elsewhere, but Aislin was already moving to her knees and reaching for the top on Maahes. His skin was paling and that was never a good sign. Ocean eyes darted all over quickly to see who was down. Aman-ud-Din was moving to the others. She could only help one at a time. Seeing the wound, Aislin cursed. Aman-ud-Din heard what the general said; he could speak his language, but people were hurt.


Danae Galanos: The Grecian woman saw the small rigged pouch and turned to take steps as so to avoid what she could. After the explsoion and then a second followed with a cloud of smoke, Danae laid there a moment. It was obvious she had not been as quick as she would have liked to been. Belly to ground, face pressed against the sand as eyes winced open. Pain shot through various parts of her body where the shrapnel had imbeddeditself into her. With Belly still to the ground, she lifted her head to look around as the chaos echoed in her ears. "Balian!....Merick?!" She screamed as she pushed herself to slide closer to Maahes, seeing he was on one knee and then falling completely. She had just reached his side when Aislin came up on them, her hands gripping Maahes' arm. "Balian?!?! Merick?!?!?" She cried out againas the two men came into her sights. "You know what to do... go and do it." Both hesitated not wanting to leave Maahes nor Danae. "MOVE!" She growled before her body rested against the sands again. Pain etching across her face as gave herself a moment to regroup and eyes were half lidded. "Aislin... how is he?" She asked as she tried to stand, staggering only to fall again to her hands and knees. -d-


Last Sword Saint: Unfortunately for them, that wasn't the end of what Destin had in store for them. While everyone was panicking over Maahes, Destin's three remaining assassins were four steps ahead of Danae's men. They had already boarded theship, and there was a great deal of commotion on board -- steel was meeting steel, more blood was being spilled beyond the sight of everyone on the beach. But they had not boarded the ship in order to overtake it, or to cut the crew to pieces -- instead, within five minutes, they had reached the powder magazines. With a massive boom and a thick wave of heat, the stern of the ship burst explosively into flame, the vessel began to capsize -- taking much of the crew along with it, and sending the rest into a panic. Whether they had sacrificed themselves in the detonation, or they had jumped overboard with the surviving crew, Destin's men were nowhere to be found -- and their leader, he simply lay on the beach, grinning with the elation of success, even as the pain of his busted limb wracked his body.


Odis Schleitz: Well riding rounds had been dull most of the day. Go figure? The curls of dark smoke brought the Baliff's attention as well as one of the Duchess's own riding pell mell towards him brought the deep frown to the harsh features. The attention shifted away from the smoke to the man as he blurted out his message. The small nod was given and the man sent on toward the village up the way as he turned the ugly brute of a horse in the direction of the secondary explosion. The heels placed to the beast's flanks as both would likely arrive on the scene of all of this far too late. But then again, better late then never at all. <d.


Set In Her Way: The tactical precision of the Duchess' guard was the fluidity of water. One man broke from the fold, riding up the dune. As he unhooked the curled horn from his utility belt, he put it to pursed lips and sounded three quick blasts. Ah, but Skye was a place of fortune, fickle as it may be. In the midst of the second blast, the man sent forth to find the nearest patrol found the Chief Baliff himself! The remaining five men encased the Duchess in a diamond like formation as they came upon the aftermath. Kendrew's call was answered by the sights the eyes drank in. Shrapnel, blood soaked sand, the groaning of the injured. "Open ye form, the people be hurt!" the Highlander bellowed, giving them leave to fan out and be of assistance while Kendrew remained by her side. Like a fireball exuded from the clouds, who couldn't turn a head to the ship that had caught fire on the water? It would be too late to see what colors they flew, if the ship were Avarian or Scottish, or even the sort of wood used to construct it as it would consume itself and fall apart. Was there no peace? The lust for intrigue must be engrained in the island's earth. As the smoke cleared, she saw Aislin and Aman-un-Din and began to ride toward them, easing as best she could on the shore to make sure no traps were triggered, no final suprises lay in wait. " Are ye alright, are ye hurt?! .." The sight of the Maahes and Danae on their knees seemed to speak volumes for the others, eyes widening. These are a hunted people, she thought The Queen, the King in the halls, Now this....The words danced in the mind, a puzzle had fallen on their shores. What pieces were they to help fit, if any? As the Baliff came about, she told him, "See tae it tha' this encampment and it's people beh moved intae the Castle walls at once.." (d)


Tempus Matutinus: Madness ensured, and Aman-ud-Din as well as the others were left to thwart the chaos and violence that followed the men. Smoke surrounded them, and sight become limited. For others, it might have been a trick that made panic take place. Visibilty limitations from the smoke was like a storm of sand, however, the sound of metal mixed with the ambience of frightened horses filled the air. Spinning the long sword in his hand and around him, he tried to deflect what shrapnel came his way as Aislin and her guard went down. Aman-ud-Din, however, did not, for there was no telling who hid in the clouds of smoke, and he did not want to be taken on unawares. Bits of metal clashed against the blade, bouncing off, however, a few that hit low escaped the block, and bit into fabric and flesh covering his leg. Teeth clenched behind the veil of black at the pain, and as the smoke began to slowly disipate, he moved, first towards the boat, but pausing, seeing a hurt Danae moving towards Maahes and Aislin. Choice. Frowning, the Arab dressed in black half limped half jogged after her, only to find her falling to her knees. The sword was sheathed quickly and he came up behind Danae, a hand to her back and shoulders to keeping from falling to the ground. That was when his choice's fate proved to be the wiser, for even through the smoke particles, flashes and boisterous booms resulting from the explosion were obvious. Lord save those on board, and thanks be to God he did not venture that way. ``Min fadlik my Lady, you are injured, do not make your injuries worse.`` He warned, brown eyes turning to Aislin and Maahes, frowning at the sight. Maahes could not be in better hands

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b133d m3: A quick extend of that left arm, and the mechanics of ill intent and wicked demenor sounded. A metallic scrape and sharp exhaust of a gear turning was the crescendo leading up to preperation. Wether or not he was to force himself unto these human disputes, it was best to be prepared. That clawsque, well gripped with leather and brass clasps around wrist and forearm, sent forward razor sharp talon like blades. Only a mere foot or so from the knuckles, but just the right length to ensure hitting a major organ of almost any species if penetration was necissary. With a satisfactory grin to chiscle itself unto pale lips, the sinister hollowed out grimace returned. Leather studded boots carried Andariael just feet away from the waterline. The sand clumped and swelled around the said boots. The water, slowly coagulating with crimson and black musk from the boats' material parts, pooled around him. Fire and smoke soared into the air from the collapse of yet another human architech. He would have shed a small candle of a saddened look for the saliors lost to the sea, if he honestly could. One's mine was already set upon the knowledge and wisdom that the world was larger than himself and the sailors. One more loss was nothing to cry over. Perhaps a celebration of their life was more appropriate, rather than sulk and bawl locked in a dark cellar. Either way, it ment little. Body would slowly crouch down into a squatting position, allowing the light mist of the pulsating water against boots and sand before him. He was a natural surveyor. A voyeur. An observer of sorts. The last true neutral in the world. He cared not to give feelings or show emotions to any perticular side. Sometimes he just wished he himself was something more than human. They. . .himself and others were their own worst enemies as stated before. One could easily prevent such a catastrophe had the right means been placed. Perhaps talk, writing, maybe even begging. No. It had to come to this didn't it? Just one more flaw on the human race. God bless humanity.

Beloved Souls: Decisions were not easy ones when it came to more then one person being badly hurt. These were the times, when Aislin having little to no emotion and her detached demeanor came into use. Looking towards Danae, she was not going to sugar coat it. ``No....he is nay alright. By the look of his wound, he be poisoned.`` shifting back, she heard the shouts on the boat in the distance before chaos once more rained supreme and the explosion sent a wave of air gusting towards the sands, making Aislin grunt as it pounded on the ear drums. Shyt. hearing Bess and the sound of others, she looked towards the man still laying in the sand and pointed. ``Do nay kill him....he be one of them.`` she made it aware, for if she could not find the poison, she would need to ask even if torture would be the way to learn. Leaning down, she pressed her nose close to maahes' wound to sense what it was. The smell of it, made her nostrils

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Beloved Souls: flare and burn inside. moving back fast, she looked to Malick. ``Aman-ud-Din, how bad be Danae?`` maahes was going to die faster then anyone else if she was not careful. He would be first, but Danae would be shortly behind. `` Malick, ye be the only one who can lift him, do so please. Ah can nay help him here, we have no time to get to the castle, we are taking him to the forest...`` it was the only option and the only place she could get what was needed fast.`` Ah won't let him die if ah can help it. `` malick spoke quickly in hused tones to her. He could make it to the castle fast, faster then his weight led on. This would be where Aislin had to listen to him and believe in the male and his word. ``Then prove ye words.`` no sooner were they said, then was maahes being lifted into strong and massive arms before the tree of a man began to prove his worth and moved quickly.

Danae Galanos: The voice of the Arab man and his touch would have Danae shifting her gaze from the explosion of the ship to his as best as she could. When he gave slight pressure to her back and shoulders, she hissed in pain. Drawing in her next breathe through clentched teeth. "Careful...shoulders... back... shrapnel..." She breathed out with the next exhale. She knew he had not m eant to and all would be pushed aside as she lifted her gaze to Aislin. Concern would melt together with the pain she was already feeling and she nodded to the healer. Just then Merick and Balian both came back with the unsuccessful attempt at going after Destin's men. "Commander... we were to late." Merick said as he looked between all those that were gathered. Danae only nodded as the pain was becoming unbearable and no words came yet. Few breathes taken as she grunted and looked to the two men. "Merick, you will go and do what is needed of you after you inform the Duchess of these lands on what all has and did take place. Balian.. you will go with Aislin and Malick...do as she tells you, no questions asked." Both men nodded before following out their orders and Danae managed to let an arm slide around the Arabic mans neck for support. She could feel herself growing weak in the legs and worried they would not be able to support her much longer on their own. "Aislin... please... " Danae pleaded as she wanted the Healer to do all she could to save Maahes. -d-


Odis Schleitz: Odis gave a firm nod to Bess as she offered up her wishes. The baliff turned to his men and issued orders for them to begin setting up a loose perimeter while they waited for the wagons to arrive from the village. He slid down from the saddle to lend a hand with the wounded, as well as the dead.. certainly with all that noise there were some that wouldn't make it. The stout man moved with a purpose through the mess as he spotted the Lady Healer and the Arabic man. He gave a firm nod to both of them as he approached. " What do you need me to do to help? There are wagons on the way." He supplied information.. for the moment there simply wasn't much else he could offer or do. <d


Set In Her Way: Bess tried to make sense of the confusion when words were allocated to sift through. Direct, implicit. That was the best way to learn right now, for it had to be coupled with immediate action. Alert eyes turned down to Aislin, watching as twixt her and a man that appeared to be her guardian,Maahes was lifted into his arms. Odis now spoke to Aman-un-Din, acessing the situation at hand which left her open to recieve word from the one known as Merrick, keeping a side long glance to the one in the sand. What was it with violence that created the manical grin, the insane euphoria that is enjoyed in the wake of chaos? Many hands were needed to tend to many things. As arrangements were made, she put an eye on the approaching one called Merrick, who seemed intent to relay the words of the event "Tell me wot has befallen, n' spare nary an important detail." He could tell by the way she sat in full astride on the horse, both feet in the stirrups, leaning forward with no sign of recoil, that the Duchess was no delicate maiden who had only to faint at the mention of more gore. The air was ridden with ash leaving streaks of it against cheeks, falling onto the gloved hands holding the reigns. What could be done for those on the ship? The living were swimming to shore, soon to emerge from the sea a macabre catch, those that didn't became fodder for the gun powder, food for the fish, or foppish poppets soaked in salt -water in nearby coves. (d)


Tempus Matutinus: Posioned. That was an ill fate upon anyone. There were many poisons in the world, they varied by region, and their cure and antidotes were of the few. A snake bite could not be treated as a scorpion. A plant could not be remedied in the same fashion. Quickly, his hands moved from Danae's shoulders and back, learning that she had been hit with shrapnel, but where? Her back and shoulder, which she noted, but was that all? A wagon ride this far out wouldnot be good for her, it would make muscle move, and depending on where and the depth of the metal within her, it would embed it farther. ``Ana asif...forgive me. Do not move...where else are you injured other than your back and shoulder? Maahes is in good hands, she will do what she can...but do not forsake yourself. My Lady, the shrapnel must be removed immediately..`` He said, before lifting eyes to Odis. ``Find me sterile water...she must be treated swiftly. Water and bandages...make haste my friend.`` He instructed, before his gaze turned back to the Grecian woman. ``My Lady, I will do what I can for you, if you will allow me...but it must come out..the metal can work its way to organs and do much more damage...transporting you anyway at the moment might be costly.`` Aislin was preoccupied with Maahes, her attention needed to be on him for the moment and nothing else. Aman-ud-Din would help where he could.

Danae Galanos: Teary eyes looked towards the others as they began to make moves to leave with Maahes. Balian was with them and Merick was with the Duchess. Danae looked baxk to Aman-ud-Din and full lips parted to answer him. " Shoulders, back, and my legs... the backs of them. I feel it..." She said as she winced in pain. Danae swallowed hard, already her body becoming damp with the sweat from exertion, nerves, and injuries. Her pale blue eyes meet the choclate orbs of Amanas he told her it needed to be dealt with right away. As much as she hated it, she knew he was right and nodded. "Do as you must..." She said as she looked to the man they called Odis whom the Arabic informed him of the Commander's condiction and the things that were needed to tend to her. -d-


Frackin Jarhead: There was no sign of retribution, no sound of a returning force to chase the Overlord of Avaria, only the sound of pain and anguish, disorganization and the putrid smell of smoke and rubble which drifted in by way of the powerful waves. The single form of a man appeared at the top of the hill, one who used to stand with strength and height but now leaned into his cane. Long hair, brown, red and gray caught the wind as smoke swirled about him. He was a distance from the camp, but his eye sight had yet to fail him. He felt as if his nose had been bloodied again, yetthis time it left him silent. His hand gripped the cane, squeezed it until his knuckles turned white. Just as he started down the hill, two men shown themselves at his side-- all wearing the scarlet capes and armed. They carried lifeless stares and wore scars like medals. They were Talons, loyal ones that stood by their King as he painfully made his way down. Apollo had just decided that complacency was no long on his list of things to be: revenge shined brighter than the sun..(d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis looked and listened to Amin.. and gave a curt nod, he glanced to the woman .. but there was no reassuring smiles or anything of that nature. The stout man turned away and set off for the horse, as he began to collect the packin which he kept a small med kit, one of the men came forward to explain they had found one man, a broken arm.. but quite a live. " Bind his arms.. " " But sir his arm;s broken. " Odis stopped for a moment and stard at the manfor a long moment . " that isn't my problem. Bind him. Then drag him over to the duchess and her guard. " He stated with a cool smirk before setting the pace again to take the supplies that were needed to Amin. " These are the best I can do. " <d.

Set In Her Way: When it came to the collecting of criminals, the Griffin Court was sparing with few mercies and quick to do what was commanded. They had seen too much of this as it was, a reign established on the broken backs of both the loyal and the faithless. Merrik told the tale, his answers coming in the form of crisp nods as the information settled in the mind in the wake of wagon wheel's churning the sand. It seemed Danae could not be moved, and required attention here, while Maahes had been taken to the castle to be tended for the inflicted poison wound. Emerald eyes were sharp in gaze, narrowed to half slits as she turned to watch the remainder of the ship crumble apart, piece by piece as the smoke wafted in columns that would arouse alarm for miles. "Tha' is the way o' it then. Merrick, where be the others? Galen...Lady Brennah..her guard? Is there nay sign of them here abouts...tis nay safe tae remain here..
Set In Her Way: until ye leave, ye would all dae best tae make ye camp behind castle walls. When ye dae gae back tae Avaria..we shall send our ships tae escort alongside your own part of the way....Where.." she was about to seek the whereabouts of the King, but the crimson cloaks on the hill signaled the man's approach. Could they all sense disaster as it struck, or did fate deem them the sorts to hunt it out? "Kendrew, we dismount, weh need tae help gather the wounded n' the dead out o' the water...any patrols tha' come send them straight way tae the Baliff n' m'self..n' send word back tae have the hall prepared...m'husband will need beh notified.." The alliance began with an act of hostility, nowtheir togetherness would be tested in the wake of one (d)


Tempus Matutinus: The Arab listened carefully to Danae as she spoke, listing off her wounds and the damage that the shrapnel had done. Hopefully, none went so far as to not be pulled out. Aman-ud-Din prayed to God that the damge was that of flesh and nothing more dire. With a light nod, Aman-ud-Din helped her to carefully turn onto her stomach so her back was exposed, what blood stained her clothing. He sighed, and waited for Odis to return with the things that he asked for. A medical kit, small, but it would linger. ``Thank you, my Friend.`` He said, before he gave a sharp whistle. With a neigh and whine, Salah al Din came running back, following the sound and to his master's calling. Rising, he pulled the skin of water from the saddle, and thanked his friend, before turning back to Danae. Pulling the dagger from his boot, slits in her clothing were made to reveal her back and the damage the shrapnel had done. With the skin of water, he poured it over the wounds, cooling the hot metal. It needed to be flushed to cool, lest he be burned as well. There was not too much bleeding, but she had many pieces of metal in her back, and pain was making her body over load. Sleep would be her friend in this, and when it took her, he was silently glad. ``Assalamu alaikum..`` He whispered, before lightly touching the metal, checking the temperature. Once it was cool enough to handle, Odis' medical kit was put to use, and carefully, the bits of medal were removed, first from shoulders and back, and then when that was finished, the back of her legs. A bandage was wrapped loosely around the wounds, pressure not wise in this case
and once they were treated as best he could, the cloak about his shoulders was pulled off and wrapped around her. Now she would be moved. With care, the lofty Arab picked the unconscious woman up, and carried her to one of the wagon to load her in it; he in turn would follow on Salah al Din.

b133d m3: Right hand uprooted from that hip, and as the surveyor peered onward past the veil of yet still lingering ash and smoke, among the ruin that littered the beach-head, Andariael yet but gave a hollow toothy grin. Mouth dripping with sarcastic venom, with hateful and decietful ill intent. Yes. Another moment of insanity it would seem. He was not so morbid and angry with the world at all times of the eve, but the more he let himself go into a warped demenor, the more whole he felt. The reason for such action and madness was like any other long winded and uninteresting history and background. He was no different than anyone else. He was nothing special. He was nothing unique, but he would gladly end anyone's life who so asked it. Pale hand twisted and jerked the leather buckle from the noose like architech of the cloak's hood, and so fell that light ash colored hair onto the nape of his neck. Complexion, that of an angel's kiss and unmarred by blade or age, he could easily be mistaken for a scupltures' model; however, this was just a veil to further hide the ill wicked intent. One last grimace given to the unfolding scene, and the lithe figure erected before the shoreline only to carry one's self from the still crimson pooling coagulation of the frothy salgirl-thingyer. Slow, cautious steps were given to avoid both attention and any random ship peice and body part there so existed upon the sand. Like before, the situation was no different. Remain the voyeur and wait for others to come to him. That was his way of life, and so here he still existed - couldn't be a bad thing now could it?

Danae Galanos: Danae would not hesitate as Aman-ud-Din helped her to rest belly down and prepared her for what was to come. Before any of them knew it, the pain had become to great for her to bare and she slipped into an unconsious state. When the men were done tending to her, they moved her and in a wagon she went to where surely is was off to the healers hall...again.

Merick: Merick would shake his head and reply. "No your Grace, there is no sign of any of them." He said with
a heavy sigh. "We will do what is needed to search for them until they are found be it in the waters or on your lands." Merick prayed for Destin's sake that Brennah, Apollo's niece had not been on that ship. Nothing could or wouldadd fuel to an already burning fire like that of family being injured or worse. He also hoped the others were not found in it either. Merick looked to the Lady Duchess. "What orders have you for me? I will see to them right away." Merick was a man that was respectful but to the point. Eager to do what he could to see to the safty and the well being of others, alive or deceased. -d- (okay all...afk awhile...bbl!)

Frackin Jarhead: Apollo had just made it to the camp. He had said something in a language only his companions understood and they split, rounding up soldiers and weapons. The quartermaster was found, a Sergeant, some Lieutenant.. there was a large formation being formed. The Talons instructed them to break down the remainder of the camp, fish out the bodies, and then move to high ground for food and temporary shelter until the King gave orders.-- Apollo had found the bound up warrior who sat in pain upon the sand. He was guarded well, and his weapons were separated from him. He shown no sign of pain, and he sat emotionless-- Apollo knew that this one was well trained. He grabbed the man's sword from nearby and caught the gaze of the soldier... and Apollo studied the make.. recognizing an emblem on the hilt, he would look back. ``A Saint.. here?``(d)

Last Sword Saint: The young, dark-skinned man's eyes shot immediatly to Apollo when the king picked up his sword, and he drew in a sharp breath in offense -- but kept his composure. The searing pain in the arm that Maahes had broken had caused him to break into a cold sweat, and he hadn't been able to stop trembling since he had initially gone into shock. "We're everywhere," he told the king, a malicious little grin spreading over his face. "Nobody's safe ... not even you. People like you are relics ... you still live in a world where men fight their wars in open fields after agreeing on the rules. But not us ... you'll never see us until we're three inches from your face. Maahes sure didn't. You can't fight back against us. We're fighting the war of the future, your 'highness', and you can't fight the future."


Odis Schleitz: They were busy with mending people.. there were now enough guard for the Duchess and the King of the foreign kingdom. Odis turned his sights to the other tasks at hand. He would be informed upon what he was required to know. Meanwhile he , like several others began to strip down to the britches and waded out into the water to begin pulling in any that may have surivived.. though it was a good thought not many.. if any had. <d.


Set In Her Way: The Avarian King was taking command of his people, organizing them in a matter that best befit what needed to be done. She dismounted, removed her riding gloves, ready to assist in the gathering of the injured so that she could sendto Turas Lan for the proper resources from the Infirmary. Kendrew hooked his arm under a man that stumbled out of the surf, while Beathag took strides towards Apollo, listening carefully to the exchange of words between the two men.It seemed that when they managed to return home..they would have a war to reckon with. Golden strands fell in portions from their braid, veiling the eyes that turned to the King, "We are at ye service, we shall dae wot needs be dun tae get ye n' yours safely back tae ye shores. Let m'audience room serve as the beginnin' o' ye war room whilst ye remain..a search is underway as we speak fer ye ye niece, Galen, n' any tha' were nay about as Ah arrived." Low tone, puncated for his ears. They were allied, and this occured in the local territory..though before she had room to dwell on it more, the wind spit the thick cloud of smoke to reveal it had more than one source. As the ship sank, the orange glow threw a heightened light in the distance from the warehouses outside of the city's original walled harbor. Debris had been the tinder spark on wood, thatch, crept up the mast of a merchant frigate. (d)


b133d m3: Eyes pooled from that deep demented sanguine to a lighter, although no less warp minded, white. The pupils would sink into the beacons of an almost aura'd halo white to the point of non existance. It was then he felt that warm annoying tug of emotion. Yes, he did feel. No, he was not a monster. He was human, nothing unique, but at times of extreme hate and or divine love, one could easily see the reflection of the said emotion. Many can say that you could see one's soul in their eyes. This was no false lore or myth. One could. The corpse, unknown by name and face, layed face down in a murky pool just before him. Had he not wanted to draw attention or feel sheepish for doing so, he'd have greatly screamed to his God, damning him for allowing these men to die at the hands of some mercenary. No. He couldn't. Best to hide it. Store it and lock it up with a key and then release it later in an almost demonic fury against inanimate objects. That was him. He could never keep a home for more than a month, due to storing all these damned feelings up. He had a knack for losing his temper much too easily and taking it out in private. It had been many moons since he had a home with four walls and roof, but when memory served him well, the image of him burning his own home down for the sake of venting came tickling into the frontal lobe of his brain. At times he still could not vent the feelings properly and had cut himself! Insane, crazy, demented, psychotic, maybe even schizophrenic, you could call him what you wanted, he was what he was. Those beacons looked to and fro from the body observing both the lifeless corpse and those still amassing around the beachhead and removing the bodies from the water. When the coast was clear of onlookers, he did nothing different. Body would arch just lightly down and grip that lifeless limb. A light grunt emerged from throat in a gutteral groan and soon he found himself pulling the body with ease out of the water. Once he found that the pulsating sea no longer swept at the corpse, he left it on the beach. He wasn't about to sit there next to it and have those assume he had done something to the poor man. Instead, feeling better about himself for doing just a small deed, he went the opposite direction into the driftwood and brush just a few feet away, allowing those who did walk the beach for their brethren to go unhindered by his presence.


Frackin Jarhead: ``Yes, you are.. everywhere..`` He said, unsheathing the sword and allowing the scabbard to fall to the sand at his feet. Apollo's shadow was cast over the young Sword Saint, the wind claiming the red cloak that was fastened around his shoulders with leather clasps. He was dressed like a Ranger, with muddy trousers and high leather boots. His shirt was loosely fastened but claimed his broad shoulders and gave him the solid look of composure. His expression had not changed as he listened to the warrior's speech. All the while he toyed with the sword, noting its qualities and testing its swing weight. He ran his thumb over the blade which immediately cut his thumb. His expression remained as his blood streamed slowly down his hand and onto the sand. ``Relics... yes.`` He glanced at the approach of the Duchess, but looked away as she spoke; the cool wind claimed his hair and spread it over his bearded face. He thought for a long moment, coming to terms with this "future." When he looked to the Saint, the corner of his lip curved upward, and both hands twisted about the hilt of the man's sword. ``You are right, Saint, I can not fight the future-- but I can kill the ones in the present. You will become a part of the past that will not be remembered.`` He stepped up to the Saint, leveling the Saint's sword to his neck. The blade cut a thin line on his neck and blood slowly surfaced and trailed down. The following motions would ensure the saint's death, and a dishonored one it was-- killed by the sword he crafted. The blood stained blade would be pushed into the ground by the Saint's corpse, and Apollo would turn to face Bess as she spoke to him. He nodded. ``Very well your grace. I feel embarrassed as to what has occured on your land. It appears the Gods are damning me even now.`` He put an arm around her shoulder guiding her away from the corpse and back up the hill. His other used the cane to lean on. ``Seems war is back upon my chamber door; two vigilantes, and fewer friends.. what a fate..``(d)

Odis Schleitz: Odis had managed to drag a few of the unfortunates back to the shore line as one of the men called his attention to the warm glow in the distance. The feverent words were hardly those that should be spoken in the Duchess's presence , but thankfully most were in German. Wagons had already begun to move in a slow caravan back towards the castle.. as he slid the hand over the bald head as he glanced back over his shoulder. " Send a few men out with long boats.. the rest of you pack it up.. " He bellowed across to his men as he made a line towards the Lady and Lord there, he paused only to pick up the favored ax he had won during a battle. As of yet he hadn't pulled a shirt back on. " I beg your pardon to you both.. but it would be wise to get you into some sort of protection.. here on the beach isn't exactly a good place to ensure your safety. " He was a tad blunt.. but damnit his favored brothel was on the docks! <d.

Set In Her Way: Blood, death, destruction, and a few harsh words were precious little of importance to the unorthodox woman of station. The air had unwound her hair, the soot was settled on her skin, and the air warmed by distant fire. The word's she'd said to Apollo were let alone in the wake of the present versus the future. What would prevail? For now, the King's decree took the life of the broken man. One more corpse to take away, one less criminal to hold in the dungeon at Blue Castle. "Well, wot is done is done, m'friend. wot is done is done. Though, ye will have information..e'en if ye've.." she nodded back to the bleeding remnant as he guided her away. A thought struck her, immediate,"You're general was poisoned, dah ye know wot they lace their blades with?" People shouted at the docks, workers scrambling away from the blaze, others forming water lines. Her eyes turned to it,crevices of the brow setting in that much deeper as she kept a calm exterior, watching as the those other men who arrived were turned away to make contain the fire on the docks. Later, when someone would bring her the report of what was lost, it was bound to invoke reactions she now left behind closed doors. Odis wanted to usher them off of the sand, Kendrew following a close second in agreement. "Ye need tae ensure tha' Danae n' Aman-un-Din have means tae follow in our wake as soon as he finished tendin tae her.." She let her arm move to the back of Apollo, "Two vigilantes, n' at least ye may count the Duke n' I amidst ye friends..come. Let us nay linger 'ere.." (d)