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  1. At Izanagi’s warning, Daedrin scooted along the wall to give the man enough room to bring up the sacks of ore and deposited them nearby. He then waited several moments for Izanagi to make the climb up to join him. He tilted his head to look up at Izanagi before saying, “Those chains are pretty damn useful.” He sighed a little before adding, “Just give me a moment to rest. My leg is pretty painful.” If he was mentioning that it was painful, then he certainly feeling it. He had a rather high tolerance for pain, thus if it was painful enough for him to need a break, it was quite bad. His leg certainly felt as if it was on fire, the pain making him feel a little nauseous and a little sweat to bead his brow. It made him worry about a potential infection from the bite itself from the saliva of the wolf man. Something that the solidified inchor wouldn’t be able to prevent. Ultimately, as soon as they had left the cave, the best thing for him was to set up a camp and rest his leg. It would be much better tomorrow, but for today, he needed to rest it. Finally, he pressed his hands against the wall behind him and gingerly pushed himself up so that he was once again standing, “I’m good to go.” He said before he pushed himself away from the wall and limped through the caves towards where their horses were waiting for them. When they emerged into the larger cavern, Daegrin nickered in greeted, turning his head towards Daedrin and sticking his muzzle out in a silent plea. Daedrin gave in, stroking the animals nose before patting his shoulder with a rough affection. He then looked over at Izanagi and said, “Let’s split up the sacks. Ten on Daegrin and the rest on Lucky.” He helped secure the sacks onto both horses, allowing Izanagi to do most of the heavy lifting. He made sure that the sacks were secure and weren’t in danger of dropping off. Once the task was done, he took Daedgrin’s reigns and lead him out of the cave and into the sunlight. He narrowed his eyes for the moment it took for his eyes to adjust from the dark cave interior to the harsh sunlight. He then looked up and saw that at least a good amount of the day had passed already. He turned and mounted Daedgrin, his movement a little awkward due to his leg, but he was relieved that he no longer had to walk. He relied on Daegrin to move them forwards and to guide them back towards the campsite that they had used the night before. It was close, and they knew it was safe from the creatures of the mountains, Cloaked Harvester notwithstanding. When they reached it, he slipped from Daegrin and limped over to a rock before sitting himself down with a groan. He knew he needed to unsaddle Daegrin but he didn’t have the will to do it right now.
  2. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan smiled a little at Luna, “I doubt it will be that scary for you. Not only are you pretty brave, but you’ve got me to look after you and guide you. Maed didn’t have that luxury. She did it completely by herself.” His smile turned into a grin, “I don’t anticipate any trouble. At least if I haven’t just jinxed it.” He chuckled a little at that. He didn’t particularly believe in that sort of thing, and said it more as a joke. Maed sometimes chewed him out for doing that, at sometimes when he said it, trouble was just around the corner. But, quite stubbornly, he had always insisted that correlation does not equate to causation. Especially as it was only true some of the time. In his mind, it was quite irrational, but then Maed had always been quite eccentric, much like Luna here. At the second question, Raeghan shook his head slightly, “No, I haven’t given it any thought. Even if I did, I don’t think I would tell them the actual truth because they’re unlikely to believe me. They’re more likely to have me thrown into a mad house and those… those are not pleasant places.” He winced a little, as he once had a cousin that had been taken into one. The conditions were shockingly horrific, but no one said or did a thing about it. With a sigh he continued, “Not to mention the aversion to magic and witchcraft. They would accuse me of attempting to deceive them by taking the identity of one of their treasured ancestors. I might quickly find myself with my head on the chopping block.” He then shook his head, “No… it is best to leave it be. If I were to meet up with them, it would pretending to be a stranger.” He paused for a moment before asking, “May I ask… how did you get into magic?”
  3. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory At Luna’s question, Raeghan shook his head, “Of course I didn’t. I met her when she performed the spell that Rayvenne gave to you. I was already long dead. I was originally born nine hundred years ago. I had lived a long life… I was actually a Lord for King Enutpen, the first King for Craethiel. He rallied the country together, waging war across it to secure the borders and to establish Craethiel. I spent most of my life fighting. It’s why I was able to coach Rayvenne in all she knows. I was a Grand Master. One of the King’s best warriors. I had a beautiful wife, and ten wonderful children. I died a happy man. The Kingdom was at peace, and my family was well. Rayvenne and I had the chance to look up the records of my family. They’re still around today, and serve the Royal Court. It’s good to know that they still flourish to this day.” He smiled a little at that. “I met Maed in the Spectral Realm, where my soul had been wondering. I only have brief memories of that place. The passage of time is… distorted. Sometimes it feels as if no time at all has passed, and then at other times it seems to crawl. I vividly remember talking to Maed, though. She came up to me and just struck up a conversation. She didn’t tell me what she wanted at first. She just talked, and talked, and allowed me to get to know her. It had been a long time since I had spoken to someone like that, and I quite enjoyed our conversation. She had a rather dry, but quick wit. She saw things different to most people, and I really enjoyed her company. She then offered to take me back with her, to be a familiar for her. A companion. I accepted, quite eagerly I might add. The life of a raven had a certain appeal, if I am to be completely honest. But the next thing I knew, I was awake and in the body of the raven. And I had been with her until she died. Then I became a familiar without a witch… but since I knew Rayvenne so well, I decided to stick around her.” He said, his eyes half lidded as he focused in recalling his memories.
  4. Daedrin watched quietly as Izanagi used his Hell Chains to wrap around the sacks, lifting them effortlessly into the air. He grinned slightly at his friend, “Effective.” He said approvingly. This would make it significantly easier for them to get back to the surface, and without weight dragging him down it would be a lot quicker as well. He stepped forwards and although he wasn’t one for much physical touch or affectionate displays, he clapped Izanagi on the shoulder on a comradery fashion, “C’mon. I hate being in stuffy caves.” He said, patting the mans shoulder again before he lead to way through the winding caves although they had to follow Izanagi’s route to avoid the rockfall. When they passed through where Izanagi had fought, he glanced around at the carnage and said, “Looks like an epic fight went down here… you’re going to have to tell me about this around the campfire tonight.” As they went further towards where they had come into the mine, they came across the sheer cliff where they had climbed down. Here, Daedrin came to a stop, looking up and then down at the floor with a look of annoyance. He bent down and picked up a length of rope, holding it up to Izanagi, “They cut it. Clearly thinking that they could block any escape for us.” He said, shaking his head at the sheer fooly of their ignorance. He had no doubt that Izanagi could simply use his Hell Chains to get himself back up, and Daedrin did rock climbing as a hobby and had climbed some of the most treacherous mountain ranges in his homeland. He carefully tugged at the fingers of his gloves before pulling them off and tucking them into his belt. He then placed one hand on the wall, tugging at it and showing to Izanagi that it was well and truly stuck to the rock surface. He then raised his hand, putting it above the other before he used the foot of his good leg to give himself a push up, allowing his injured one to hang limpy. Despite his injured leg, he easily climbed up the cliff face, using his hands to stick to the rock surface to pull himself up. He was faster climbing up, than he had been going down. When he reached the top, he pulled himself up and sat on the edge before scooting back and pressing himself against the edge of the cliff to get his breath back. His injured leg was throbbing painfully, and he needed a few minutes to sit down to give it some rest. He pulled his gloves back out and pulled them back on his hands once again so that he didn’t accidentally stick to anything.
  5. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan grinned at Luna, tilting his head slightly as his eyes kept shifting to look down her top. He found it hard to look anywhere else and he had to shift slightly forwards due to discomfort of his eagerly reacting body. He tried to keep focused on what they were talking about in order to distract himself. They still had the entire night, after all, so there was no real need to rush things. He coughed a little to clear his throat, “Maed’s fortress is gone. Long gone by now…” Raeghan said, the corners of his mouth pulling down sadly, as his red eyes grew pained, “We were attacked, by bandits and Maed was killed by them before either me or Rayvenne could stop them. They burnt down her fortress so all that might remain is stumps. We’ve already picked over what could be there, which is why we have her Tome.” He sighed a little, feeling a sense of loss when he thought about his old mistress. Despite the fact that it had been about forty years, he still missed her as if she had passed away the day before but his efforts to try and find her soul to speak to her, were in vain as if her soul had simply disappeared. He then looked up and said, “As for meeting Rayvenne… we found her. She doesn’t come from Craethiel. She comes from a long across the Dynx Desert. I’m not going to tell you what happened in her birth home, but she felt the need to find another land to try and find peace. She crossed the entire Dynx Desert. It was a miracle that she made it. Maed and I came across her, near death, and brought her back to the fortress. Maed nursed her back to health, and Rayvenne stayed with us. I helped teach her swordsmanship, since that was something I was good at in my old life. Maed taught her some rudimentary spells, but she can only do a couple. They got on pretty well… although no better than with you at this point. Rayvenne is a very guarded person, slow to trust and slow to open up to people. She does it to protect herself…” He trailed off with a slight shrug, “I’m not going to tell you her life story. That’s for you to gain her trust for. But I think you’ll understand why she’s so… standoffish when you hear it.”
  6. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan chuckled when Luna exclaimed loudly in her eagerness, clearly far enough in drink to act more impulsively, and to not be able to control the volume of her voice. Rayvenne paused in sharpening her sword, looking over at Luna with a slightly raised eyebrow, “It’s alright… Raeghan is the better one to tell you about her. He’s known her a lot longer than I have.” She watched as Luna got to her feet, stretching her arms up. Raeghan stood himself, slowly stretching out his arms and legs while making soft, pleased sounds as he tested his body more. “I’ll be fine, Luna. Go, have fun and sleep the night away.” Rayvenne said, flicking her fingers in a dismissive fashion before adding, “Also, there’s no need to keep calling me ‘miss’. Just Rayvenne will be fine. I’m not one huge on manners.” She turned back to her sword, where she continued to sharpen it. The sound if the stone grating against the sword filled the clearing as Raeghan followed the bunny girl into the wagon. He had to duck down in order to get through the doorway, as he was significantly taller than Luna. While inconvenient in regards to her wagon, he found the height difference pleasing for very different reasons. He watched as she drew back a hanging blue blanket before unlocking and opening a door to reveal a quaint, cozy little home. It was definitely bigger on the inside, which caused him to grin. He had forgotten how awesome it was to be around a witch, and it was clear that Luna was pretty skilled at it. He carefully followed her through the door, making sure to watch where he was moving so that he didn’t hurt himself or accidentally break anything. He then looked at the chairs that Luna had invited him to use, and noticed that they were a little on the smaller size. But it was just about suitable. Making sure that the sheet was still tied on comfortably before he sat down. He didn’t get much time to look around before Luna returned. He had to double back, giving her a second, longer and more intense look. He definitely liked what he was seeing. His attention was so focused on that, that he almost missed the question. He blinked before forcing himself to look up at her face before he grinned slightly, “Nice outfit.” He complimented with a sly twinkle in his red eyes. He then sat back, reaching up to rub his fingers along his smooth jawline, idly wondering if this would grow a beard if he took enough potion to remain as a human for several days. Pushing that thought from his mind, he said, “When Rayvenne first met Maed, she was old… she was born about three hundred years ago now. She used various spells and potions to keep herself alive for that time. She was clever, incredibly clever. Many of the spells in her tome were ones that she invented. She had a knack for inventing new spells and potions. I’ve been her familiar since she was relatively young. Shamanism and Necromancy were two of her interests, thus she chose a raven for her familiar. She had build herself a fort by the Dynx Desert, somewhere where she knew we wouldn’t be disturbed much. Witches, and other such magic users are feared by the normal population which is why she decided to isolate herself. It left her in peace. Every now and again, a traveller would come by, begging some spell or cure but otherwise we were quite happy.” He smiled as he vividly remembered the warm days in the desert, “There was this one room she had… where she grew most of her plants and herbs. The walls were covered in vines and plants that also covered the ceiling and floor. You had to walk very carefully to avoid damaging anything. If you, or anyone else, were to go in that room you would have no idea what to find and where. But Maed always knew where to find what she needed. I wish she were still alive today. I think she would have very much liked you.” Location: Sheridan Manor, on the outskirts of Lathulla, and on the road away from the Manor Lucius tilted his head up slightly when he saw his sister emerge from the stables, already riding her mount. The kind of mount that, while he allowed Ciara to ride him, was clearly still very wild at heart. He smiled at her, as she looked very much at ease riding a horse even if she was riding in such a way that was considered unbecoming for a lady of her rank and stature. But he didn’t care. He knew his sister was not the same kind of lady that was content at fluttering her eyelashes at the various men in power, in an attempt to attract a rich husband that would keep her comfortable for the rest of her life. Lucius put his left foot into the stirrup before pulling himself up and throwing his right leg over the saddle before settling comfortably in place. He then gave his little sister a nod before he nudged the side of his mount who eagerly jumped forwards in a trot. Lucius glanced behind them at the Manor, noticing a figure watching from one of the windows. But he turned back before he could see who it was. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know. He nudged Aeris a little faster, wanting to get off of the grounds and into actual freedom. He knew that they had yet to decide where they were going, but he felt that if they stayed here any longer, they might never leave. The moment they left the manor grounds, he felt himself relaxing. A knot of tension in his stomach eased as well, making him realise just how tense he had been at the manor. He slowed Aeris down to a stately walk before looking over at his sister, “So where do you want to go first? We have the entire Kingdom open to us.” He asked, before adding, “We could go visit some of the other towns, or Selil… or we can go somewhere more exciting such as… the Rosayia Forest. I’ve heard that it’s a pretty interesting place.” He gave her a mischievous grin, “I’ll let you take the first destination pick.” He then offered, wanting to know where his sister was itching to go.
  7. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan chuckled at Luna’s admission that she was never good with liquor of any sorts. He tilted his cup up at her, as if toasting her before taking a sip with a satisfied sigh before saying, “I remember being pretty good in my old human body. After a hard day at work, I would go on down to the local tavern and drink the night away! But then-” And here he chuckled, “- it was safer to drink the ale than it was the water. Back then, I thought it was cursed but, I know better now. The water was diseased, making us sick with a nasty illness that few survived. Of course, Rayvenne is pretty good at finding untainted water to drink.” He chuckled again, glancing in Rayvenne’s direction. His cheeks were a little flushed from the alcohol, and he knew that he didn’t have much tolerance. He drained the rest of his cup before burping slightly, “Sor’y.” He said before giving Luna a grin before putting the cup down, “I better not drink anymore. This body doesn’t seem to take it too well either. Just means more to enjoy another day.” He leaned a little closer to Luna and said, “Now… I would very much like a little tour of your wagon. It’s an interesting contraption. Maed, my dear old friend, didn’t have one like that. Instead, she lived in a little fort by the desert. If you’re interested, I’ll tell you more about her. She was a good person, if a bit lonely.” He then frowned a little as he realised that he was being a bit of a chatty drunk, but then shrugged with an easy grin at Luna. He doubted she minded. With company such as Rayvenne, no doubt Luna would love someone to come and talk her cute little ears off. Location: Sheridan Manor, on the outskirts of Lathulla Lucius chuckled softly when she gave him a playful shove, resisting the urge to return the favour. He knew that they were unusually close for a brother and sister, rarely fighting during their childhood. He had never felt any need to be resentful for her presence in his life. If anything, he felt the need to protect her. Ever since the attack on the manor, he had not felt truly safe here, and it was partly what sparked his need to leave their home and to take his sister with him. A gentle smile curved his lips when her eyes lit up and her lips opened up as an expression of surprise flitted across her face before she then smiled. She already looked beautiful, but with such a happy smile and sparkling eyes that were full of life, made his breath catch in his chest. While he didn’t like arguing with their father, seeing her so happy made it all worth it, “I have more convincing arguments.” He told her, feeling a little nervous as she started jumping back and forth. Her breasts were large, and he had to restrain himself from staring as they jiggled at her movements. He almost sighed in relief when she paused, something flickering through her eyes before she admitted that she had not gone and seen their mother. He wished that she would have at least seen their mother, just long enough to say goodbye. Nothing their mother could have said, or done, would have changed anything. Their father had already made his decision, and he was the man of the house, “Perhaps you should have seen her…” He said, his voice gentle, before he added, “But I am sure she will forgive you. She always has when you’ve sneaked into town when you shouldn’t have.” He grinned down at her, teasingly brushing his shoulder against hers. He then turned and moved over to one of the stalls, which he undid the latch and opened up, only to be greeted by a soft nicker by Aeris, his proud and brave stallion. “I suppose that since you’re here already, you can saddle your own horse.” Lucius then said as he stepped into the stall and stroked the nose of the stallion who leaned into the caress. Lucius couldn’t imagine any other beast to be going out on his first adventure with. He had raised Aeris since he was a foal, and broken the horse in himself. He made sure to be the only one that cared for him, including learning how to shoe a horse so he could undertake that task himself. They had a bond with each other, and Aeris seemed to always know what his rider wanted. He smiled as he stroked the animal’s nose again before he picked up the blanket that would lie underneath the saddle to help prevent sores. As soon as he laid it on the white back, Aeris snorted excitedly as he knew that they were about to go out on a ride. Lucius chuckled, slapping the hindquarter of the horse before picking up the saddle and placing it on top of the blanket, carefully adjusting it so that it was sitting properly before he tied up the front and back cinches so that it was secure, along with the breast collar. Once he was sure that it was tight, but not uncomfortable, he put the already filled saddlebags on with supplies for their journey, including a tent for them and a bedroll. He then picked up the bridle and slipped it onto the eager horse, who seemed to shove his head into it. He smiled as he settled it into place and made sure that it was comfortable. He took hold of the reins and lead Aeris out to wait for Ciara to be finished.
  8. Daedrin looked down at the pile of sacks that they had, before nodding his head in agreement. He leaned against the wall, taking a breath as he reached up and wiped the sweat away with the sleeve of his top. He let out a soft grunt before saying, “It’s a good number of sacks. That should produce roughly…” He eyed the sacks for a few moments, “Perhaps a bar of pure Kraerhil a sack? Fifteen bars is a good haul. Daegrin can carry ten on his own and still move with little trouble. Lucky can carry the other five. Now we just need to get them back up to the surface…” He trailed off, pushing himself off of the wall. He winced at the sharp stab of pain that shot through him from the bite wound. He looked down, but from what he could see the material wasn’t completely soaked with blood. It would have been bad if it was, because then the inchor wouldn’t be doing the job it was supposed to do. This was going to make taking the sacks up to the horses awkward, especially in his tarunoid form. If they took several at the same time, it would still mean two or three trips. And with his leg so painful, he couldn’t risk putting too much weight on it, or it would fail him. He turned his head towards Izanagi and said, “I can’t carry too much weight. Not with my leg the way it is. So how would you propose we do this?” He asked, tilting his head a little. He was curious to know what solution his friend was going to come up with. As they had a part where they needed to climb a sheer cliff, they could move the sacks to the bottom of it, then take them up, before then moving them to the horses. Doing it in stages rather than doing the entire journey each time. He slipped his pickaxe back into its place on his back so that it was out of the way.
  9. Location: Village of Ryn’tur. “Names are a good way to categorise things. They can be quite informative, actually. Most things, flowers and animals especially, have a common name and a scientific name.” Rowan said, thinking back to his lessons in latin, “Although this is further useful, because there are normal several variations of flowers and animals that, while similar in many ways, are different from one another. Like the tea you’re drinking, it could either be from the Matricaria chamomilla, or Chamaemelum nobile. Both variations of the same flowers.” “I have absolutely no idea.” Glenda said, looking mildly confused, causing Rowan to smile slightly at her and say, “It’s not something that everyone knows. Most people don’t have the time for such… superfluous lessons.” As he spoke, he watched Natia as the girl sipped the tea and put on a wide smile. However Rowan was used to reading the body language of others, and he had sharp enough eyes to know when someone was dissembling. He knew Glenda didn’t notice it, since Natia was better at it than he would have thought her capable of. He decided to keep his mouth shut, as he knew that Glenda had meant nothing but well for Natia. At the question directed at him, he took a moment to look Natia up and down before he gave a slow nod, “That you most certainly did. You looked absolutely stunning in it.” He then smiled at her. Glenda mumbled to herself, looking thoughtful as she looked at Natia. She then asked, “How about trying the corset that I pulled out earlier?” She turned around, looking for the item of clothing before spotting it within one of the open cupboards. She picked up the black and purple corset, along with a matching pair of very skimpy panties. She put them on top of the cupboard before she moved to another one, humming to herself as she pulled out stockings and a garter belt. She then offered the clothes to Natia, “You think you can try these on?” She asked. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan’s eyes lit up with appreciation as she settled the three saucers on the log and poured out some of the clear liquid into the cups. When the pouring was complete, he picked up one saucer for himself, as well as the other for Rayvenne as Luna made her toast. He knew that she was in no mood to come and join them. Right now she wanted to be left alone. But he handed her the drink which she took silently before she simply upended it and drink the entire cupful without flinching before handing it back. Raeghan looked down at the cup before he came back and sat down close to the bunny girl as he replaced Rayvenne’s saucer on the log. He sipped at his own saucer, quite pleased with the burst of flavour and the smoothness of the liquid. He then lifted the cup up slightly towards Luna as he made a toast of his own, “To crazy, wild and awesome adventures.” He said before sipping at the drink again before letting out a content sigh, “This is better than I was expecting, actually. It’s pretty tasty. No doubt better than that ale stuff they serve in taverns.” He said with a teasing grin in Rayvenne’s direction, despite the fact that she had no reaction and continued to sharpen her sword. He couldn’t help but to chuckle a little before turning back to Luna and downing the rest of the drink before holding his cup out, “More, please?” He asked with a charming grin.
  10. “No, no you can’t.” Daedrin said with a soft chuckle when Izanagi said that he couldn’t judge him. With what Daedrin already knew about the man, Daedrin himself was pretty unjudgeable by most peoples standards. He then commented in a small joke, “Freaks of a feather, stick together.” He chuckled softly to himself, although he knew it was very lame. He swung his pickaxe again to break off more of the ore. He knew that Izanagi had completely butchered the name of his species, but he decided not to correct it. Of course, that wasn’t the last of Daedrin’s secrets, but the others he certainly couldn’t tell Izanagi. Not only because Izanagi had no need to know, but he sincerely doubted his friend would even believe him. But that was fine. It wasn’t as if it was anything that would affect Izanagi. He turned his attention back towards mining the ore. By now, they had at least one full sack. He knew that Daegrin could carry at least ten, due to the fact that he was a large, strong stallion. Lucky, Izanagi’s horse however, could likely only six, eight at a push. It would also mean slower going on the return trip. Something that Daedrin sincerely hoped was a lot less adventurous than their trip here. But then it seemed that the two seemed as much of a magnet for trouble as his two fathers. That was not a good sign. He paused in his mining, pressing a hand against the rock face to get a sense of the depth of the ore pocket. It was a fairly large one, certainly more than what they could carry back. It meant that Daedrin could return at a later date and mine some more. He hefted his pickaxe and continued mining next to his friend, as they slowly but surely filled up the sacks that they had brought with them.
  11. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan saw the look on Luna’s face that suggested that she was about to say something, and he tried to shake his head at her, to silently tell her to leave it alone. He then sighed when Luna asked Rayvenne what was wrong. He tilted his head towards Rayvenne, who had turned around again. The dark haired woman stared at Luna in silence for several long moments, her dark gaze glittering with unreadable emotion. Raeghan twitched his fingers a little, causing Rayvenne to twitch her eyes slightly towards him as he raised his eyebrow. The two of them stared at one another for a moment before Rayvenne forced herself to relax. Instead of snapping at the bunny girl, she said, “I appreciate your concern, Luna. But there’s literally nothing you can do for me. I’m not upset because of you, so there’s no need to concern yourself if you’ve done something wrong. You haven’t. I would appreciate it if you would drop it.” She then turned away again, reaching up and pulling out her steel sword. She pulled a whetstone from her pouch and began to sharpen the blade, a clear indication that she didn’t want to be disturbed. Raeghan blinked in surprise, as that rebuke had been far friendlier than he was expecting. Which meant that, even though she didn’t show it, she liked Luna on some level. He stood up, wrapping the blanket around himself and tying it to keep it in place, before he went over to Luna and patted her shoulder in a reassuring manner, “She’ll tell you when she’s ready to talk. Otherwise, I suggest you just leave things alone. She’ll be fine. She’s a fighter, that one.” He said, giving her a smile before asking, “Didn’t you bring some alcohol out with you? I wouldn’t mind a drink or two, before we leave Rayvenne all to herself.” His smile stretched out into a grin. It had been so long since he had, had alcohol. He doubted he would be a good judge as to how good it would be, but at this point, he didn’t particularly care. All he wanted was to have something good to drink. Something other than bland, tasteless water.
  12. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory When Luna had moved off the clean the dishes, Raeghan turned his head to look at Rayvenne where he asked, “Are you alright? You’re being more… withdrawn than usual.” She swivelled her head around to give him an intense look before she shrugged one shoulder and looked away. Used to her mannerisms, he waited patiently, watching her with a slightly raised eyebrow. He knew after a few moments, that she would say something. He was the only person in the world that she had cautiously given the title of ‘friend’ to, as he had earnt her trust and confidence. Sure enough, she finally said in a quiet voice, “You kind of look like… him. Except the eyes, of course...” Raeghan frowned, and it took him a few moments for him to realise who she was referring to. He then winced and said, “Oh. Well… that kind of sucks, because I like this body. It’s pretty good looking.” Rayvenne turned her head back towards him, now looking amused, “Yes… it is pretty good looking. Part of his charm, after all. I’m not angry, or annoyed at you… or Luna. I just wish-” She suddenly broke off when Luna returned, so that the bunny-girl was not privy to their conversation. She turned back to tending the fire as Raeghan smiled up at Luna with one corner of his lips quirking up slightly. At Luna’s question, Rayvenne shook her head in denial, “This is a job you paid me to do, Luna. And I will do it. Just go and enjoy yourselves.” “Don’t worry about her.” Raeghan said to Luna, adding, “She just likes to be by herself, sometimes. You wouldn’t believe the number of times she would kick me out of the camp just so she could spend time alone.” “That’s not entirely because I want some time alone. You’re sometimes that irritating.” Rayvenne shot over her shoulder, causing Raeghan to chuckle and wink at Luna before assuring the bunny-girl, “She’s fine. She can handle being on her own for the night. She’s been doing that for years now.” He said, in the tone of someone sure in their conviction.
  13. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory As they ate, they did so in silence until the last drop of strew was eaten from the bowl. Rayvenne looked up when Luna spoke, promising to do the dishes. She accepted this with a nod. She wasn’t going to refuse the offer. She didn’t particularly like cleaning up dishes, so was more than happy to delegate that task to someone else. At the next question, Rayvenne gave a little shrug, “I’ll be doing what I was paid for. Keeping watch. I slept last night, so I can easily go without tonight without any trouble.” “Is there any stew left?” Raeghan asked, causing Rayvenne to look into the pot before holding out her hand to him. With a grin, he passed his bowl back and she scooped up the remains of the stew before handing it back to him. He took it back from her, licking his lips as he said, “It’s interesting… food tastes so different as a human. This stew tastes so much better than it would have if I was still a raven.” He scooped some up onto his spoon, now a little more proficient than he was when he first started eating, before stuffing it into his mouth. “It’s a different mouth. I find it hardly surprising.” Rayvenne said, picking up a piece of cloth and taking the handle of the stew pot before she set it aside so that it could cool down a little so that Luna wouldn’t burn herself on it. She picked up some of the sticks in their firewood pile and broke them into smaller pieces before adding them to the fire. When Raeghan had finished, he held the bowl in one hand as he patted his chest with his free hand, causing him to let out a soft burp, “Oh, that was a curious sensation.” He commented as he put down his bowl, ignoring the way Rayvenne was giving him an unimpressed look, not pleased that he had not really bothered to muffle his burp.
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  15. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory “Fantastic.” Raeghan said with a grin, enjoying how much Luna was blushing and squirming with embarrassment. He found it endearing, and very adorable. It made him wonder if she was this cute in bed. He then had to tear himself away from those thoughts just in case he gave himself an erection. The blanket that was pooled around his waist only gave him so much protection against such things. There was plenty of time for that, especially as it had only just started getting dark. Rayvenne poured out some of the rabbit stew into a couple of bowls before she stood and carried it over to the two, handing one bowl to Luna, and the other to Raeghan. She also handed them a chunk of bread each so that they could scrape the sauce from the bowl, or dip it into the stew if they wanted. She returned to the fire and sat down, dishing herself out a bowl full before she quietly began to eat. Raeghan watched her for a few moments before he imitated her motions in scooping some of the stew onto his spoon and sipping on it. He felt so awkward doing it that he laughed after he had swallowed his mouthful. When Rayvenne looked up, to look over at him with a raised eyebrow, he said, “I’ve been a bird for so long I’ve forgotten how to do something as simple as eating with a spoon. The things you take for granted…” He shook his head with a chuckle of amusement as Rayvenne said, “There are some things you take for granted, such as flying. Most people can’t do that.” “That is very true. When I’m a raven, it’s not something I need to consciously think about. Much like you and your eating.” Raeghan said with a grin. He scooped up some more of the stew, careful not to spill any as he said, “Although… it’s a lot easier for me to learn how to use a spoon than it is for you to learn how to fly.” He then ate his spoonful as Rayvenne made a displeased sound, deep in her throat but shook her head and did not argue the point.
  16. Location: Village of Ryn’tur. Rowan chuckled a little at the question before he said, “It’s a hot drink, made by pouring boiling water on tea leaves. It is left to steep for a little, before it is poured into a cup, while filtering out the actual leaves. There are some other kinds of teas, made from other plants like herbs, or flowers. Some can be pretty nice, although there are some that are used for medicine. I have a friend that had an entire herb garden that I think you would love. She often makes teas from them that are absolutely delicious.” He knew that Natia would absolutely adore Erikavana’s herb garden that she grew at the palace. It had many herbs, and flowers that she tended with as much loving care as he imagined Glenda did. He then looked up at Glenda and asked, “What kind of tea is this one?” “Camomille. I grow some of the flowers in my garden. It’s pretty relaxing, and soothes many ills.” Glenda said with a smile. Rowan made a low noise in the back of his throat, although whether it was approving or disapproving, was not clear. He turned to look back at Natia, “So that particular one is made steeping flowers.” “It will make you feel better, dear. When you’ve drunk it, we’ll go back to trying on clothes again. Then you’ll be back to yourself again.” Glenda promised with a smile as she stroked the top of Natia’s soft hair. Rowan raised an eyebrow slightly at this. If he wasn’t careful, she might insist on adopting Natia into her family. It was clear that the woman quite liked the small girl, and he honestly couldn’t blame her. He did wonder what this other girl looked like though, and how similar they were to one another. Natia was the only Aequu he had ever met, and he wanted to see more of her people to see how they generally were. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan felt small hands rubbing along one muscular arm, and he turned his head to watch as she gently massaged it. It felt good to have her fingers kneading the muscle. He watched the little fingers for a few moments before he looked up at her when she spoke again. He grinned down at her, “I think everything is where it should be. You can have a proper inspection later if you’re up for it.” With the wink, it was hard to take the suggestion as anything bug sexual. Rayvenne rolled her eyes before she shook her head, muttering under her breath, “Worse than teenagers, I swear.” She stood up and went to the saddlebags where she retrieved three bowls and some utensils in which to eat with. She brought them back to the fire, sitting down and resolutely turning her back towards them so that she didn’t have to watch. Raeghan glanced at her before looking back at Luna and saying, “Ah, she’s just envious that she doesn’t look as great as I do. Even so, if you’re interested in being my lady for the night, I’m not going to complain. I wouldn’t be interested in anything less than beautiful and you fit the bill.” He then grinned charmingly at her.
  17. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan looked over at Luna to see that she had hidden her eyes with her bunny ears and he couldn’t help but to smirk, especially as she was peaking every now and again. He chuckled a little as he took the sheet and pooled it around his waist so that it hid his goods from show. To his relief, at least things looked quite respectable down there. At least he won’t embarrass himself when it came to getting laid for the first time in a few hundred years. The smirk hadn’t left his face as he asked Luna, “Like what you see, huh?” He then winked at her. “Already?” Rayvenne asked in exasperation, looking up from where she had been stirring the pot with a frown. Raeghan shrugged and said, “Hey, I’m a handsome guy, she’s a pretty young lady. Why wouldn’t I? Besides, it’s not like my chances of getting laid with you are particularly high. We’re friends, and we’re pretty happy with how things stand between us.” “You’ve got that right.” Rayvenne said, turning away to tend to the meal. Raeghan watched her for for a few moments with an unreadable expression, before he turned to Luna with a dazzling smile, “So, more of this potion? So I can spend the night like this?” He asked, his smile widening. He flexed his fingers out before closing them into a fist. It felt so good to have human hands once again. While he loved being a raven, and the freedom the flight gave him, he still missed being able to use his arms to hold and manipulate items. It then made him wonder if he was going to have to re-learn how to actually eat as he was so used to eating as a raven. His old body had been quite crippled close to death with him unable to use his hands, and his wife had been caring for him.
  18. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Raeghan tilted his head to the other side, his wings rustling as he listened carefully as she explained how long the potion doses would last him. He let out a caw of amusement before he said, “I am not a fussy man when it comes to clothing. Anything that fits would be suitable.” “Our next stop off will be Kalath again, after returning from Enutpen’s Glory which will be a while.” Rayvenne then said as she pilled the freshly cut meat into the stew to simmer. She then stood up and walked over to the stream where she washed her hands. Raeghan shifted his head towards her for a moment before he looked back at Luna, “Then… I would like to try it for eight hours, tonight. Hopefully by the time it wears off, you’ve caught your owl. Then we can next try it properly when we’re next in Kalath… so I can have a nice strong drink!” He cawed a little, hopping a little closer to Luna to rub his head against Luna’s knee before he stepped closer to the saucer that had a little bit of the potion in it. He tilted his head, looking at it with one blood red eye before he took the plunge and dipped his beak into the liquid and drank it down. It didn’t taste as foul as he was expecting. In fact, it tasted rather pleasant. He pulled his peak away as he commented, “You make better tasting potions than Maed ever did.” “It’s a good thing she’s not around to hear you say that.” Rayvenne said, returning to the campfire and sitting next to the food to keep an eye on it. Raeghan cawed softly before falling silent again as a tingling sensation ran through his body. His eyesight seemed to blur for a moment, as it felt as if various parts of his body were being pulled and compressed until he felt himself shifting form, his wings changing and his legs morphing into something more familiar to the other two. After a few moments, the raven was gone. In his place was a human, of medium height and looked to be in his early thirties. His skin was pale, and he was well muscled especially around the chest. His hair brushed past his shoulders and was a black as dark as his feathers had been whereas his eyes were blood red. He reached up, touching his hands to his chest before feeling his way up his face, “Wow…” He said, in a rather deep voice that caused his hand to drop down to touch his throat, “This is… certainly different. How do I look?” “Not as bad as I was expecting.” Rayvenne said, taking a moment to take a cursory look. Honestly, she had been expecting him to turn into an old looking man, rather than a middle-aged man that would no doubt get a fair few glances from the women in local towns. She then turned her head to avoid looking at his nakedness, and turned her attention back to tending the food.
  19. Location: Village of Ryn’tur. When Natia broke down crying again, Glenda held her, letting out a soothing croon-like sound, “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s alright.” She said, stroking the girls soft hair. Rowan watched, a frown once more twisting at his lips. He didn’t like seeing her crying, and it made him want to destroy the source of her grief. But that wasn’t something that was going to be feasible. At least not immediately. He was more than tempted to bring the man down, to destroy his empire. The only problem was, that someone would come along and take his place. For all he knew, the next person might be someone even worse. If he were to do something like that, he would need to do it in such a way that the person that replaced him would be someone in his own pocket. Someone he could watch and control. Thus, if any slaves such as the Aequu came into their possession, they would pass them along immediately to Rowan to deal with. Rowan only dealt in those willing to be slaves, so he would attempt to ensure their safety if he was unable to find a way home for them. Glenda’s voice broke through his thoughts as she said, “I know what you need, dear. A nice strong cup of tea. That fixes many ills.” Rowan raised an eyebrow at her claim before shaking his head with a soft snort of amusement. He reached out, deftly removing Natia from Glenda’s arms and pulling her against himself, “Then please get some.” He told her as the matronly woman stood and left the small room, closing the door behind them. He knew the tea itself would not make Natia magically happy, but the act of drinking it would hopefully be enough to distract her. Rowan sighed, stroking his fingers through her soft hair as he murmured softly, “It’s alright, Natia.” He didn’t want to tell her his temptations, just in case she either took it as a promise or told him off for wanting to do that to another person. Since he could ruin the man, and make him no richer than a beggar on the streets. Glenda came back with a smile and a cup of steaming tea on a saucer here, “Here you do, sweetheart. Get that down you, and you’ll start feeling much better.” She said. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen's Glory Once Rayvenne returned with dry wood, she set about making a campfire for them, snapping the longer sticks down until she could easily pile them on the small flames until she had build a decent fire. She then stood up and moved over to Maedoc, glancing over at Luna who was building her traps. She turned back to her horse, waving Raeghan off of the saddle before she removed it and lead Maedoc over to the stream so that he could drink his fill. Once that was done, she gave him a quick brush down and left him where he could contentedly munch down on some of the grass around their camp. She picked up her bow and arrow and left the campsite. She knew that Raeghan would alert her if danger came along, threatening Luna. So she felt safe about leaving her. Her steps were silent through the forest, like that of a stalking predator. Thus it wasn’t long before she returned with several rabbits. She set up the cooking pot for a stew and began to skin and gut the animals just as Luna bounced over to the fire and sat down. She spared her a glance before looking down at her work. Her knife then froze as Luna spoke, before she looked up with a slightly unimpressed look, “That’s something we forgot to get. Some clothes for Raeghan. I doubt many people would appreciate a naked man running around.” She said as Raeghan skipped over, cawing in amusement. “Nonsense, Rayvenne. They’ll love it!” He claimed, causing her to shake her head before bending down to her work again. The blood eyed raven then looked over at Luna before his head tilted towards the potion, “How long will this last me? Because I’m not sure if I will be able to help you with your spell when I’m human, so I would like to enjoy being human for a little bit before returning to this form so that I can help.”
  20. Rose flinched when she saw that damned knife coming out again, the click of it flipping open sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet hallway. She didn’t like the way that Anhara was looking at her up and down, like a farmer eyeing his prize stock. It made her feel quite uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help the slight squirm her body did, wishing that she could put some distance between her and the other girl. But Anhara’s grip on her hand prevented that and she had to pray to God that he would protect her against Anhara’s. Her breath froze in her throat when the other girl leaned in, but it was to only kiss her cheek in a gentle, almost familial manner. Her eyebrows creased in confusion when Anhara stated that she loved her. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the blade slowly lifted in front of her lips, the light of the hallway glinting off of the knife, making it look menacing as if the blade itself enjoyed what its owner did with it. As if the blade itself enjoyed cutting into her flesh and making her bleed. The thought made her stomach churn, and she almost missed Anhara’s question. She had barely heard the girl, but her brain filled in the missing gaps and she swallowed convulsively as her desire to be rebellious wavered for a moment at the sight of the knife. She could barely breathe anymore, and yet she knew that she had to answer the question. Rose closed her blue eyes for a moment as she tried to rein in her unruly emotions, “Honestly? N-no… no I’m not e-excited. I don’t even want to meet your D-daddy.” She stuttered. She knew she might be punished for her words, but she didn’t want to make it seem like she was lying earlier when she said that she wouldn’t abandon her principles. She steeled herself, ready to feel the blade cutting into her flesh, to hear Anhara’s harsh words or to feel her hand smacking her skin. She would take this punishment, as a testament to her God.
  21. Location: Sheridan Manor, on the outskirts of Lathulla The only warning Lucius had, was a sound so slight that he had ignored it, before he then had arms and legs wrapped around him. His nose was then assaulted by the sweetest of scents that automatically made him relax and a smile to curve his lips. He reached up, his hand grasping her arm as he squeezed it affectionately, “You got me.” He said, his tone affecting a playful defeat. The fact that she was already here sent a wave of relief through him. It also made him think that she had not seen their mother, and thus not been dragged down in pointless arguing like he had with their father. He bent his head and kissed her arm, before unwrapping her from around him. He turned and instead gathered her in his arms as he held her close, enjoying the close presence of his sister. The sweet scent became stronger within his nostrils, causing desire to well up in his chest which he resisted with every ounce of his will. He knew it was the result of the magic that had been weaved on her when she was a baby that had yet to see the light of day. Thus he wasn’t sure if it was his desire, or the magic doing it to him. Shaking that thought from his mind, as he really should not be thinking of his sister in that manner, he pulled away from the embrace and smiled down at Ciara, “I have some good news. Father’s given his blessing.” His smile turned into a cheek smirk, “Father has always been bad at arguments with me. He had no choice but to submit to my superior points.” He then chuckled a little before asking, “Did you manage to speak to Mother?” He raised his right eyebrow as he tilted his head down at her as the corners of his lips twitched in amusement as he had already guessed her answer.
  22. Location: Town of Kalath Rayvenne shook her head slightly, “No, no I do not.” she answered in response to her question about having something else in mind. She then added, “It seems like you have things well in hand, and I have no intention of interfering. For a start, it’s not my place to, and honestly I wouldn’t even know how to advise you. As I said; magic is not my thing.” She then nudged Maedoc forwards, positioning herself at the front of the wagon in a protective manner as they delved deeper into the forest. Luna seemed pretty confident that she knew what to do, so Rayvenne didn’t think there was much more she could add to the conversation so she proceeded to lead Luna along the dirt path through the forest. Maedoc was displeased at the slow walking pace that Rayvenne had set for him, and it showed in his impatient snorting and pawing of the hooves as they walked through the bright forest, the light of the sun shifting as it broke through the leaves of the tree. It was a bright and sunny day, with little cloud in the sky. A perfect day for travelling, especially as it was warm but there was a pleasant breeze that prevented one from getting too hot. They barely saw Raeghan throughout the day, other than a dark shape drifting through the trees every now and again. He did not rejoin them until later, when Rayvenne lead Luna to a good place to set up camp for the evening. It was a small clearing, well surrounded by trees. There was a small stream running nearby, which would provide them with clean water. The sun was still hovering a couple of handspans above the horizon, ready to disappear within the hour. Rayvenne pulled Maedoc to a stop, waiting for Luna to catch up before she said, “This is a good place to set up camp. We will be out of the forest tomorrow, so this will be your only chance to catch an owl. I doubt they are as common in the grasslands.” She swung herself down off of Maedoc just as Raeghan swooped down and landed on the saddle, “Not very common, is the answer to that.” Rayvenne glanced up at him before nodding slightly before turning and walking off into the nearby forest to look for dry wood to be used as fuel for the campfire. Location: Sheridan Manor, on the outskirts of Lathulla Lucius tilted his head up, peering towards a man several decades older than he. The man sat behind his large, polished oak desk. He was looking over at the younger man, his grey eyes flashing in suppressed anger, “I understand that you’re all set, and eager to go on these… damn adventures of yours but why, why my son, do you insist on taking your sister with you!? She-” “Ciara-” Lucius stated in a firm voice, causing his father to look at him in surprise as he had never been this rude, or interrupted him before. Lucius’ eyes narrowed a little before he continued, “-wishes as much as I do to go on adventures. To travel the land that we live in. We’ve only seen as far as the town itself, and that is not enough to sate our curiosity.” “There are plenty of books!” Edward argued, his brows drawing together in a scowl. Lucius shook his head, feeling disgust curling in his stomach. He had to resist all urges to stand up and shout at the old man, remembering that this was his father and thus he deserved a basic level of respect. He took a deep breath, calming the anger that was beginning to boil inside of him, “Books are poor substitutes for the real thing, father.” He replied, trying to put as much reasonableness into his voice as possible. But again, Edward shook his head and stated, “It is far safer for her, here! We have plans for her, and going out with you is not it!” It took all of Lucius’ will not to burst out laughing in the older man’s face. He shook his head before asking in a quite voice, “Do you really think it is safe here, father?” He lifted a hand and pointed at his left eye, covered by a patch that hid the scarred hole from view, “I think this proves otherwise. It was I who slayed them, not you, and not the guards you have hired. Ciara will be far safer with me than she will staying here.” The two stared each other down, neither backing down. For several long moments, they remained like this, before Edward suddenly averted his eyes and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, “Must you?” He asked, and from his tone, Lucius knew he had won. “Yes. I think it is for the best.” He said, suppressing the urge to smirk. Edward sighed again, slowly shaking his head before he waved a hand dismissively, “Fine. Be gone with the both of you.” He said, sounding defeated. Lucius stood up, pushing his chair back slightly before bowing slightly at his father, “Thank you, father.” He then turned and strode out of the large study, closing the double doors behind him. As soon as he was out of sight, a huge grin split his lips and a chuckle escaped him as he made his way through the house. He had not thought that he would be victorious in convincing his father to allow Ciara to come with him. He knew his parents had other plans for his sister, and privately it angered him that they would plan her life out like that. A part of his anger came from the fact that he was in the same boat as she. They had certain expectations and demands of him. While he had no trouble meeting them, he still hated the restrictions put upon him. He couldn’t wait to get out there, to escape their home and to travel the world like he had wanted to do for years. And he would bring Ciara, whether he had their parents consent or not. But that would result in them having the guards chasing them everywhere they went, and Lucius would prefer not to have any of that. He had told his sister to meet him in the stable in an hours time, packed and ready to leave. He just hoped that their mother did not delay or stop her. But then their mother was a little understanding on their adventurous streak than their father. And yet, at the same time, their mother had the same aspirations for Ciara. If his sister wasn’t there at the appointed time, he would go and look for her. In the meantime, he would saddle her horse so that it was ready to leave as soon as Ciara arrived. He loved and adored his little sister, and the last thing he wanted to do was to leave her alone with their parents as they tried to mold and shape her into what they wanted. For the sake of her sanity, and his reassurance, he had to get her out of here.
  23. Location: Town of Kalath Raeghan leaned into Luna’s tiny fingers, enjoying the feeling of the digits massaging him. His blood red eyes half closed, showing not only how much he was enjoying it, but also how much he trusted Luna. They then snapped open fully at the mention of the dream. He turned his head towards her with an analysing look before he rustled his wings, “Interesting… very interesting…” He commented before lifting his head a little, “Then yes, I think going for a female would be a best bet. Dreams often have a habit of showing you important things. Maed often thought that sometimes, the subconscious mind touched the realm of time, or even the realm of spirits. This could be such a case. And, well, it wouldn’t do to insult your destined familiar.” He then cawed in amusement, “But until then… I will fly ahead, and keep watch.” He gave Luna’s neck a little nuzzle before launching off of her shoulder and flying off into the trees. Rayvenne pulled Maedoc a little closer to the wagon before she said, “It shouldn’t be that hard to find an owl in this forest. Surely it abounds with them.” She glanced around, as if hoping to see one. She didn’t expect to, but it was a habit that was long ingrained in her to keep an eye out. She turned her eyes back to Lune before asking, “I hope you have some means to capture and hold the owl? As well as keep it safe? I have little to no experiencing hunting and capturing animals. I have hunted animals before, but that is to kill and eat. And other creatures I hunt are monsters that again, I often kill, or sort out so that they can’t hurt people.” She hoped Luna had a way. In this, she would be very little help. She had done all she could do, by supplying the spell words, and the list of ingredients. The rest was up to Luna and Raeghan. Rayvenne doubted that she could even help with the weaving of the dreamcatcher. She had never made one, as she had never had the need for one. Magic just wasn’t her thing, as she had only been able to learn a couple of very basic spells that took a lot out of her. She relied more on her strength and skills as a fighter to deal with the situations she was faced with on a daily basis whereas Luna seemed the complete opposite. She had great skill in magic that, as far as Rayvenne could tell, rivalled that of Maed, yet she doubted that Luna could swing a blade around to save her life.
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    Character Identity Information Name: Lucius Sheridan Age: 20 Gender: Male Religion: Catholic Species: Human Origin: Lathulla, Craethiel Kingdom Nationality: Craetharian Occupation: Adventurers Rank/Title: Noble, Lord heir Physical Appearance Height: 180cm (5’11”) Weight: 62.5kg (9st 12lbs) Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blond Physical Description: Lucius is quite a tall man for this era, standing almost six feet tall. He has the lithe frame of a fighter, with a broad muscular chest going into muscular arms that show that he is quite physically strong. He has a trim waist going into long, lithe and muscular legs. So overall he has a strong and healthy body shape that indicates his skill as a fighter. His blond hair is quite long, going down to his waist. He has some that curls around his face, cut shorter than the rest. The rest is usually tied back with a red bow and spills down his back. His hair has an incredible amount of volume and thus it can often seem to be wild and all over the place. He has quite a handsome face, with a slender jawline and well shaped lips. He has a nose that fits well with his face, as well as sharp and an intense blue eye. His left eye, however, is covered by a patch to hide it from view. He tends to dress in quite a rich manner, with expensive materials. He likes to make himself look very presentable and is somewhat vain when it comes to his appearance. He also has a set of armour that was created by Daedrin, in Selil. It was very expensive, and the metal is darker than a standard steel armour. That is because it is a steel alloy with another metal called Glaedian, a rare exotic metal which strengthens the steel. Lucius has a necklace that hangs around his neck at all times. The main part of the ornament if shaped like a dragons head, with what appears to be a red glowing triangular point underneath it. It appears to be a dragon's scale, and he values it greatly as it was a gift from his mother. Personality, Traits and Abilities General Overview: At first glance, Lucius comes across as a serious and proper young man. He has a golden tongue, and is flawlessly polite in front of the correct company, including his parents. However behind closed doors and in front of the right people, such as his sister, he is less proper and polite. He sometimes swears just for the pleasure it gives him. He often dislikes the kinds of expectations and responsibilities levelled on him by his father, and sometimes chafes at his restrictions, sometimes leading to rebellious behaviour that can cause headaches for his father. He is very adventurous, and loves going and seeing new places. He takes every opportunity to do so, and he has a desire to travel from one end of Craethiel to the other. He faces challenges head on, and does not become stressed easily when faced with a new situation. He is quite a confident young man, easily looking others in the eye, and never letting failures bring him down. When he sets himself a goal, he can sometimes forge himself ahead with a single mindedness that tends to exclude everything, and everyone around him. Thus he has workaholic tendencies, and it is not uncommon for him to spend several days in his lab, not sleeping or eating, when working on a particular project. He is quite observant, often noticing things that others do not. This is more of a developed trait due to his training as a tracker and hunter. He needs to be able to observe the smallest of details in order to hunt someone or something down. Strengths, Skills and Abilities: Physical strength: Lucius is very strong, and is far stronger than the average human male. While it may pale compared to creatures of magic, it is enough to serve him very well. Lucius has been taught from a young age to be able to fight, and thus he has been given numerous lessons to give him the following combat skills. Swordsmanship: He has been trained from the age of four how to handle a sword and how to fight with one. He has been taught to use a variety of swords from two handed longswords to one handed short swords. He is also proficient in the use of daggers. Archery: He has known how to use a bow and arrow since age of six. He has spent long hours practicing, and can shoot the arrow off of someone’s head at thirty paces. He can also fire arrows with quite a bit of accuracy from a moving horse. Hand to hand combat: When weapons are unavailable, he utilises his fists and feet. He is quite good in a hand to hand combat situation. His natural physical strength greatly helps him. Tracking and Hunting: From a young age, Lucius has been taught how to track things, from hunting game to humans. He can track someone days after they have passed through an area, by looking for signs that they have passed through such as footprints or damage to foliage. He is quite skilled and thus few can cover their tracks enough from him. Science (Chemistry): In his spare time, Lucius sometimes like to pursue scientific goals. His particular area of interest and expertise is Chemistry. He knows how to do a variety of things with chemicals, including create primitive explosive devices although he doesn’t tend to carry them around as they’re usually quite unstable. Weaknesses: Lucius is still human at the end of the day and he can be killed in a variety of ways such as being stabbed in a way that damages major organs. The human body has numerous weak points that can be exploited. If he encounters a fighter of superior skill, he can be overwhelmed by them and be at their mercy. Due to the fact that he has no left eye, he has a blindspot on his left side that can be exploited. He also doesn’t know any kind of magic, thus he is weak to magical attacks. He also has a bit of a weakness for good booze and beautiful women. Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): To go on adventures all over Craethiel. Hobbies and Interests: He loves hunting, as he loves the challenge of tracking animals and then being able to successfully hunt them. His main hobby and love is his science, and will spend hours locked within his lab doing experiments that do sometimes, literally, blow up in his face. He also loves stargazing, and will spend hours glued to his telescope (very primitive compared to modern machines), charting the stars. He also quite enjoys music, and knows how to play the violin. Personal Sexual Information Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Turn ons: Unprotected sex Being dominant during sex Being rough. He loves pinning his partner down and fucking them roughly. This often involves hair pulling, choking, nails digging into flesh and spanking among other things. Oral, mainly receiving although he does like to give it to women. Having multiple partners, and being able to fuck them all deep and hard Having sex with someone he doesn’t love, or even know. He loves the illusion of intimacy. Turn offs: Being in extreme pain The thought of being fucked Scat, and watersports Gore and Vore Penis Length: 11” Breast Size: N/A Sensitivity: Average Additional Sexual Information: His neck can be a little sensitive at times, meaning that if someone were to kiss or even give a love bite, it can cause his cock to become hard. He also likes having his back scratched. Even though it can be painful and pain is a turn off, the pain induced by a female scratching his back during sex causes an increase in his lust, thus encouraging him to fuck them harder and faster. STD History: Clean Extra Information Father: Edward Sheridan Mother: Mary Sheridan Siblings: Ciara Sheridan Grandparents: Franklin and Lauren Sheridan on his father's side. George and Jayne Willow on his mother's side. Children: None Grand-children: None House: He loves on his parents estate, out the outskirts of Lathulla. It is a large mansion with extensive grounds that he will one day inherit. It is called the Sheridan Manor. Pet: A white stallion by the name of Aeris. He has raised this horse since he was a foal, and he is fifteen hands at the shoulder. Additional information: He has a sword, that he calls Draden, which roughly translates to Dragon’s Tooth, as the colour of the blade matching the scale on his necklace. The blade was made by Daedrin, in Selil, much like his armour and is infused with the metal Mangenarr, which gives the blade its unique red colour. History Awards/Commendations: None Criminal Record: Clean Medical Record: He lost his eye in a skirmish. Luckily he survived the wound, but lost his eyesight in his left eye. Bio: Lucius was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His parents were quite rich as his father was the Lord of Lathulla, but they tended to give over his care to a nanny rather than look after him themselves, thus he didn’t form a very close relationship with them when he was a young boy. All he knew of them was that they were distant authority figures that expected him to study hard and to get all of the questions right. He was given a teacher that taught him how to read and write, and drilled manners into him. When he was two years old, his younger sister Ciara came along. He instantly loved her, and would spend his free time playing with her, when he was allowed his free time. However due to the different expectations laid down on them, they were forced to spend most of their time with their respective tutors. He was taught swordsmanship from a young age, and would be made to spend hours practicing to help bring up his skill with his blade as well as to train his body. As he grew older, this extended into archery, when he was finally strong enough to be able to draw a bowstring. They attempted to teach him how to use a crossbow, and while he accepted the lessons, he much preferred the bow. While it wasn’t as powerful as a crossbow, it was far more maneuverable with a greater rate of fire. His parents also hired a local hunter to teach him the skills needed to track and hunt game, a skill that he can also put to use with people as well. His adventurous streak caused many headaches for his parents, as he would often wander off out of the estate, often taking Ciara with him as she thirsted for adventure as much as he did. Sometimes it would be to the surrounding wilderness, despite the dangers, but it was often to the town of Lathulla. He liked meeting new people, and learning new things about them. He especially loved meeting the sailors from the ships, who often told him about distant towns, cities and countries. He loved to learn as much as he could, and he became well known in the taverns as the questioning young man. His father often tried to confine him to the estate, but failed as much with Lucius as he did with Ciara. His mother was not so upset with them, as she seemed to understand their desire for adventure. A desire that she, as she once admitted to Lucius, once shared in her youth. But she had traded her adventures away to marry their father, to settle down and start a family. When he was sixteen, a band of robbers broke into their estate home with the intention of stealing their valuables. Lucius refused to be cowed by them, and fought back fiercely, using all the lessons from his youth. He killed most of them, however the last bandit was able to stab him in his left eye before his death. Lucius almost died from the wound, but his mother never gave up and called in healers from all over to tend to him. He recovered from the wound, but he has lost his left eye and thus has a blind spot on his left side. This incident did little to hamper his adventurous tendencies, and he is even worse than ever. He argued long and hard with his father, as he wanted to go out and see the world, while Edward wanted to keep his children nice and safe within the estate. Eventually, he won the argument, mainly because he argued that they clearly were not safe on account of the bandits, and their father finally gave permission for him to go on adventures. He is determined to take Ciara with him.
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