Choices And A New Perspective

18th of Wealsun, 4:23pm, Deck of the Champion’s Fist

What had started out as a simple mission, well simple in relation to most of their escapades, to save Thaden and bring him back to the ship had been anything but. If someone had asked Hikari if it would fundamentally shift her perception of the world or her place in it she probably would’ve laughed and said no. And she would be very wrong. Hell, even the idea that Thallion would have to carry some strange cube into the temple and put something right seemed normal to Hikari as they’d made preparations to leave the ship and crew once again. After all that was what Thallion did, make things right, one way or another. Even Miriel with her burgeoning goddess-like abilities affecting the world around them and those in it was normal enough now to Hikari that she would have shrugged and gone on as normal with the work that needed to be done.

But then the universe decided that it was time Hikari found her place in the fabric of the world and more so her place in the universe and what her role would be. Oh, she chose to follow the path once on it and was determined to see it through. Though the blinding and the chair of thorns were not something she was prepared for she endured both to the best of her abilities and even managed to quiet the scream of pain as her eyes were pierced by long thorns blinding her. What the chair of thorns showed her was still something her mind was coming to terms with in the sheer scope of the size of the multiverse.

She touched the sensitive round scar at the back of her head just under where her skill met her neck in sad remembrance of the lives she’d had to take to restore balance, the millions she’d watched die because of her choice. She hated doing it, hated herself for making the decision that because those with power had reached too far and upset the balance that innocents would die to restore it. But in the end knew in her heart it had to be done. Could she do it again? Could she do it to those she knew personally? Hikari hoped to never have to face that choice and deep down knew what her answer would be. But Hikari vowed silently to the gods and the weave that she would never forget the price of those choices nor the need for them to be made and would follow the path she’d set foot on.

That was not the end of the changes hidden within the temple nor the surprises awaiting Hikari. Having passed the trials of Bendu and taken up the mantle to help maintain the balance of the weave despite her not being a druidic type, Hikari thought her part done save to support her friends as they challenged Bogna to finish repairing the weave and the temple in an effort to save Thaden. Facing a beholder and being saved again from a life as a statue, Hikari found herself faced with another choice to save the life of Aurelia and a young arachnid creature that had latched onto her friend. It needed a host competent in the use of the arcane and though Aurelia was impressively skilled in many areas, arcane magic was one of the few things she was not. And so Hikari had voluntarily offered to host the creature in Aurelia’s place assuming it to be a temporary measure. She has since learned it was not.

Maybe it was because she was the amalgamation of two souls, memories and all to begin with but Hikari found it easy to accept Phobia and saw it not so much as an intrusion but as a chance to share knowledge and grow as a person. Phobia was alone and possibly the last of her kind and was a churning mix of emotions and thoughts that at times mirrored things Hikari had worked through. So she let Phobia what support she could promising she would search for what became of her people and opened her mind to the newly awakened arachnid so it could experience what Hikari had and in doing so feel welcomed and not alone. Whatever happened from here on out they would face it together and protect the balance. Of course the shift in how she spoke would take some getting used to and not just for her.

As gently as she could under the guidance of Auri-cat and Thaden, Hikari landed on the deck of the Champion’s Fist shortly after Bitey had taken the others back. She was quite the sight to behold with the elaborate headdress, tracks of dried blood down her face and numerous freshly healed perfectly round scars patterning her skin where the tattered dress did not cover and an arachnid creature stretched around her torso and chest. But as she stepped foot on the deck of the ship Hikari smiled and said, “We’re home.”

Turning to the side that had Auri-cat on it Hikari asked, “Could you please guide us to Tar Di? We’d like to check on her and there is much we wish to discuss if she is up and about.” Much to talk about and prepare for beyond introductions to Phobia and showing her apprentice the new path they would be walking. Even blind HIkari was looking forward to it…

Too Handsy Pt 2

17th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 10:16pm, Champions Fist, Theringrad Island Chain, Harbor of Ohura island, Captains Chambers of the Champions Fist

Tegan and Ku-Aya sat together in the Captains Anti Room. The mood was tense, the events with Taaj on the ship left them in an awkward position and they both knew it. Mandy was back at work, angry at herself, Taaj and the crew in general Tegan had agreed it was best to give her time to cool off. Now she had to figure out what to do next, normally the Captain would make these calls, usually hearing input from many of the officers. Sadly with Willhym and Bronwyn both on shore overseeing the security and production of the timbre, that left only Teagan and Ku-Aya on board to sort through this mess.

“I can’t believe it, I abhor violence, but this is at least forty lashes, maybe something worse” Ku-Aya said shaking his head sadly.

“Forty lashes? Don’t you think that is a little excessive… he has already lost his hand” Teagan said questioningly. Ku-Aya stared at her for a moment

“Not for Jaxon, I am speaking Of Mr. al-Pour” Ku-Aya said

“I agree that Taaj needs to be punished, but I doubt Mandy will stand for us lashing her… her… her bonded person nearly to death, he is also a noble of a very powerful house that we are to be keeping as a hostage, I don’t think the Captain is going to want him damaged”

“What about Jaxon?”

“From what I heard he was getting a little too touchy with one of my crew members… I don’t condone the actions but…”

“But what?” Ku-Aya jumped in “He was an escaped slave, someone very specifically under the Captain’s protection, and al-Pour is a hostage… essentially a prisoner. On our watch we let a prisoner permanently maim someone we were charged to protect… we can’t just shrug it off”

“I’m not suggesting we shrug it off… I am saying we can’t just start lashing Taaj, he his bonded to the Mandy, and the Captain and most of the command crew, what if that hurts them while they are on a rescue mission? I’m not going to lash a fellow ‘cause he did what I probably would have done” Teagan huffed

“He was out of line, but you just made the point, you are an Officer, Mandy is an Officer, if either of you had done it, it would have been justice… but we were sworn to protect him, and we had a prisoner walk down the hall and cut his hand off. That can’t be how we run a ship” Ku- Aya said, for the first time beginning to show some anger

“He will be punished, and I will take all of that into account, but I won’t risk the Captain’s mission, or their hostage leverage over a molester, I will inform you of my decision Bosun” She said fixing Ky-Aya with a look that let him know he was dismissed. The Undine stood slowly, he shook his head as though he pitied the 2nd Mate and left the room without a word. Teagan let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do here.

Too Handsy Pt 1

17th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 9:26am, Champions Fist, Theringrad Island Chain, Harbor of Ohura island, 59 nautical miles east east south of Honactice, Basement of the Champions Fist

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Mandy looked at the new piece of lumber and sighed before signaling to the Jaxson and Thresh to carry it back up to the deck. Work was going slow, Clagwicken was on the beach helping shape the wood coming in, but he wasn’t a shipwright and most of the pieces being sent in were still a good way off from what they needed. That meant Mandy had to put each one in place, measure and chalk it, then bring them up to the deck to and spend hours refining their shape before she could bring them back down and start the long slow process of steaming them into position. To top it all off, of everyone they brought on board there were only about four or five people who were of any use to her. Unskilled labour sounded handy, but in reality it just meant a lot of people standing around asking questions, she didn’t have time to teach, she needed to get it done. Though in the Elven Lands it might be worthwhile to conduct a few workshops with the Able Bodied Sailors and Officers on how the ship actually fits together.

“Thanks Gents” She said cheerfully as they picked up the sixteen foot board and began to haul it up the pulley system to the deck.

“Anything for you Sweet Cheeks” Jaxson responded with a wink. She rolled her eyes, he was a good worker, one of the few who understood mechanical advantage but he was also kind of a creep. Every time she bent over to get a tool or work on a piece she found he was always standing behind her staring at her butt. If she was leaning over a board chalking it out he’d be standing in front of her drooling looking down her shirt, and every answer was always “sure thing Sweet Cheeks” “Anything for you Sugar” or his favourite “you got it Toots”. So far it had not surpassed annoying, if she was going to get the job done on the Captain’s schedule then she needed all the help she could get, and a few stray words weren’t going to hurt her. Mandy worked her way up on the deck and wiped the sweat from her brow, it was hot! The air here was thick and humid and it was hot out, it made working that much worse. “Here ya go Sugar Thang” Jaxon said as the piece dropped onto the saw horses. Mandy turned on him

“I am the Master Carpenter on this Ship, you will address me as such or as Ms. Doyle, we clear?” she snapped. She looked around and saw several other escaped slaves and crew members look up at the sudden commotion

“Sorry Ms. Doyle… was only trying to be friendly” The man said, he sounded hurt and angry. Her face flushed again, had she gone too far? Had she made a mistake… she shook off those thoughts… she could worry about that later when there wasn’t a giant hole in the side of her ship, for now, people would have to learn to work with hurt feelings.

4 hours later

Mandy sat in her harness suspended over the side of the ship while the pulley lowered the newly shaped plank into place. Working in the harness was tricky, every time she overextended or reached for a tool on her belt she ended up spinning around, it had gotten to the point where a few crew members were assigned to leaning out the port holes and helping right her so she could keep working. She had been making reasonable progress when she felt the oh so familiar hand grab her ass again, her cheeks flushed in anger. It appeared that Jaxon’s break was over. She grabbed the rope in front of her and looked down to see the grinning idiot, his hand still on her butt he have a little shrug as if there was nothing else he could do.

“Jaxon… I think I would feel more comfortable if you were working on the pulley’s above deck” she said through gritted teeth

“Are you sure Ms. Doyle… cause I think I’m doing just fine down here” he said grinning away at her

“Go up on deck now please Jaxon” She said more sternly, the man didn’t argue, he slowly removed his hand and disappeared back inside the ship, assumedly heading to his newly assigned station. Mandy grumbled to herself as she fitted the plank, she would need to figure out a better way of dealing with this; maybe she’d talk to Aurelia when she got back… or Miriel. A grin crossed her face as she imagined Miriel throwing Jaxon over board, and maybe Bitey would be in the area, and maybe the shark would accidentally eat him… and then she’d be sad… but not that sad… a little grin crossed her face as she imagined herself saying how much of a hard worker Jaxon was as the crew toasted him at his funeral… the stupid jerk. She didn’t really want him dead, deep down she knew that, but it was fun to imagine it; to imagine the Captain scolding Mr. Fargazer that Bitey need to be better trained, and trying to scold Miriel but she would just be all like “The Human bothered me” and the Captain would just nod and warn the rest of the people not to bother her… it would be great.

6 hours later

Mandy was wiped, her back muscles were screaming at her for being hunched over for so long, and she had more tiny cuts and slivers than she cared to count… she needed to lie down for an hour or so, stretch out before she could even think of working on another board. She was heading down the hallway to her cabin when once again she was confronted by Jaxon.

“Ms. Doyle” the man said with an overly large flourishing bow,

“Jaxon” she said nodding to him as she passed, he finished his bow and smacked her backside as she passed. Mandy turned and wheeled on him

“What was that!” she growled at him, the days fatigue feeding her anger

“Just a bit of fun Ms. Doyle… nothing to get offended by” he said feigning innocence… she hated how he said ‘Ms. Doyle’ sarcastically each time, it grated at her. She took a step towards him

“Look, I appreciate your help, but this has to stop, don’t touch me again…”

“Don’t touch you like… this!” Jaxon reached around her a pinched her ass. She yelped and then growled at him fumbling at her side to reach for her hammer. She slapped his hand away but his other hand reached around her other side “or… like this?” he asked playfully, “maybe you mean like this…. AHHHHHHH!”

It happened so fast it took a moment for Mandy to register what had happened. Jaxon was on his knees, crying out in pain, her side was coated with blood, she looked down and saw Jaxon’s hand on the floor, she looked up, there was Taaj, scimitar in hand.

“What?” she stumbled trying to put together what had happened

“AHHHHHH!” Jaxon screamed. She watched dumbly as Taaj pulled a hanky from his pocket and tossed it at Jaxon advising that he stop the bleeding and making a mess for the poor swab.

“By his Brackish Beard, what is going on here?” Ku-Aya called as he looked down the hallway. Mandy followed his eyes from the sword, to Jaxon to Jaxon’s hand. “Mr. Turid!” the Bosun called without taking his eyes off of Taaj “take away Mr. al-Pour’s weapon and see him confined. Arlan, collect Jaxon and his hand and get him above deck where Brand can take a look at him” the crew began to move into the hallway to do as they were bid. Mandy felt relieved, and angry, and confused all at once

“Mandy…” Taaj said as Rick approached and ushered for him to give up his weapons

“Give him your weapon Taaj” she said, her voice emotionless. Taaj looked at her, but she didn’t meet his eye, at last he handed his sword over to the guard and allowed himself to be escorted back to the cargo hold.

To Be Continued

High Below Decks

17th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 8:26pm, Champions Fist, Theringrad Island Chain, Harbor of Ohura island, 59 nautical miles east east south of Honactice, Basement of the Champions Fist

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“Thanks for letting us use your room down here” Nathan said as he continued to rinse Oslows beard in the soapy bucket.

“Not a worry ya Ponce!” Cassidy said inhaling deeply from the pipe he had only moments ago finished carving “I just want to thank ya for flying it with the plants I was a beggin” he tapped the odd leaves that were drying out near a brazier. Nathan nodded running a towel through the dwarves beard

“I still feel a little embarrassed cutting and styling in front of the rest of the crew, I don’t want anyone to make fun of me?”

“I can’t imagine they’d take the piss out of a clean on pew such as yerself, yer flying it!” Cassidy said before taking another long pull and ending with a series of coughs

“Aye Lad, a proper barber tis an honourable trade in the empire, don’t be letting a few foolish punts deter a man seeking his calling” Oaslow added. Nathan beamed at the complement as her pulled out his shears, carefully inspecting the edge before leaning in to clip the dwarves beard. He knew what an honour it was to have a dwarf allow his beard to be cut by a human. By the gods he’d live up to it. Slowly he leaned in, assuring the lamp light wasn’t flickering, he took a deep breath and brought the shears to the edge of the dwarves beard for his first experimental snip…

“DON’T STINKER IT!” Cassidy screamed causing Nathen to jump and nearly chop half the beard off.

“By his holy rotting sack!” Nathan fumed

“Ya trunk load of Fucks!” Oslow swore, but it was to no affect, Cassidy had fallen from his chair laughing

“OK, ok ok ok, I’ll play nice, I promise, no more of the crunk… I swear it” he said crawling back into his seat and reaching for his pipe

“Best not, if he slips it’’ be yer throat” Oslow threatened, but there was little malice in it

“The bear is a grumbling ya Pounce, trim some o’ the shag away so our friend can have a hit” Cassidy encouraged. Nathan steadied his nerves again and began the diligent task of shaping and styling the dwarves beard.

Long Road From there
Trigger Warning Sensitve Subject Matter

17th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 3:16pm, Champions Fist, Theringrad Island Chain, Harbor of Ohura island, 59 nautical miles east east south of Honactice

Douglas Hornhaw stood at the bow of the Champions Fist gazing out over the ocean. His heavy muscled arms leaned easily on the rail as he searched the edges of the harbor for any signs of an enemy or intruder. Guard Captain Maddax had been very clear before leaving, the ship was at its most vulnerable, now was the time for increased vigilance. As with the past few days he was station with his watch partner Callwen. He liked her, she was diligent in her duties and had a nice voice; she tended to do most of the talking for both of them, which Douglas was fine with. She perched against the rail, bow in hand as she continued to tell of her times on the Gale Savy.

“… Digger was the goofiest dog you ever saw, I can’t believe he was third in charge on that ship… but I guess our 2nd Mate is a kitten so maybe I am trading down instead of up…” she broke into laughter at the end. Douglas didn’t get it, but he laughed anyway, he liked hearing her laugh. As their mirth fell away he discovered they had again come to one of those points where he would need to ask a question of some kind to continue the conversation. He ran a calloused hand across his sweaty bald head, the humidity in the area was incredibly heavy, and searched out across the sea wondering what he should say

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“So… um… er…. Uh… Why… ah… why did you leave the Savy?” he stumbled through the sentence like a drunkard into the street after a night of carousing. He was surprised that this did not spur the conversation. He found that she instead began to stare off into the distance, staring at a pod of dolphins at the edge of the cove. He cursed himself, he had screwed up the talking thing again, and had driven away what he had hoped to be his first real friend. He thought maybe he should clear his throat or do something to dispel the terrible awkwardness that had settled upon them, but at long least she spoke, though all the mirth and happiness was gone.

“He found me” the three words were dropped with the weight of sacks of flour on the mess table; she said the words like he should know what they meant; part of him just wanted to nod and go back to looking at the dolphins, but he knew he couldn’t, he had opened up this can, now he had to look at what was inside.

“He… who?” Douglas asked, again the terrible silence before

“Aled… my husband” Douglas’s world turned upside down as he tried to sort the influx of feelings, she had a husband, was married; had he been to forward… she plunged into her tail unbidden now, the floodgates had been opened “About 10 years ago, I met a very, very, charming, sophisticated, sexy man, and I really fell for him hook, line and sinker.” A bit of a smile came to her face as she spoke, as she was transported back to that time and place. Douglass watched her rapt as shared a part of her life with him “…Part of why I fell for him so heavily and so quickly was because I was just turning 25, and I was really, really eager to have a child. When we spoke about that, he promised me that we’d have a family together and he built up this great fairy tale, we’d live in the magical city of Eiradun, we would have a great house and kids and it just seemed too good to be true; in fact it was. Very, very quickly he got his hooks into my life and very, very quickly it turned from absolutely amazing, a whirlwind of joy, and then cracks started to appear and he became very emotionally abusive and very critical and more and more frightening.” She looked back at Douglas, her smile gone, he face now masked by a stoic mask

“It’s a kind of classic scenario.” She continued “Of course at the time, you don’t realize it. You’re in love, it’s a new relationship, and your heart is going crazy. We were whirling and twirling, he was very, very charming, and it turns out he’s got a grandiose personality and is a narcissist. He’s an alchemist, loves to be in control, likes to craft everything in his own image, I should have seen the problems.” She turned back towards the sea again the story coming unbidden now, as if she had no choice but to continue “You know, the tension would change in the air when he walked in, and people would gravitate towards him. He had this personal power that was incredible and everyone was fooled, nobles, wizards, artisans, everyone was fooled. I was a bit like a bunny cast onto the bards stage. He was so dynamic that one minute, you’re on top of the world but then next minute, there’d be a flash and he’d become very angry with me and all of a sudden, I’d have done something wrong. “It was the little things at first, the things I was unsure of, the house keys or my shoe would go missing and just little things like that, so I started to feel quite unsteady and unstable and always blaming myself. He became very jealous and obsessive and accusatory if a visitor came to call, he was critical of my friends, my family, and in the end he didn’t want me to see any of them. Very quickly I was isolated. He made life at work very difficult, I had been working in a bakery then, and he would come by maybe 7 or 8 times a day and in the end, I lost my job. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I thought I was going mad. I kept thinking right up until the point where he actually tried to strangle me in our house that I could fix it. I was bewildered by what was happening and I was ashamed to talk to any of my old friends about it. Even then I didn’t leave, he had made me feel like it had been my fault, if I just hadn’t made him so mad, if he could just crack this formula at work, if Eiradun was less restrictive of men and magic, then… then we could have our fairy-tale life together. I stayed with him…” She turned and looked Douglas right in the eye, he held her gaze as he bore witness to her tale “I stayed with for another year, and the beatings came more often, I was kept trapped in his home, beaten when I tried to leave, I couldn’t go to the guard, to the Dentoni, he was too well liked, what would they say? What would he do to me if he found out? In the end, I actually had a ticket to go to Rehume to visit family, my uncle, unknowing of what was happening had sent the ticket as a gift after he had been accepted into the church; He needed the support of the church for his research, but couldn’t afford to leave his work to go with me so at first he permitted me to go. Soon however he thought better of it and he did everything he could to stop me from going because he knew that I’d get away from him and have some clarity and that other people would have influence over me. He stole my clothes and shoes, he threatened to burn me, he added something to my food and drink that made me sluggish of mind and apathetic to go…But I did go, somehow I found a way to go. I saw my Uncle in Rehume and I finally confessed things were going badly and I was in danger and that I couldn’t go back. I was also pregnant to him by this stage, I was completely turned upside down. My Uncle grabbed me by the shoulders and said: “We can solve this, there is a way, you will move here, start a new life, get a new job.” The light bulb went off in my head, and I felt: “I have to do this or I’m going to die” I nodded and for a few month things were good, I lived with my Uncle, I cooked and made his meals in turn for a room in his home, I felt my old self coming back again. But then he showed up, I was about seven month pregnant at the time; I had been down at the fish market buying dinner and when I returned I saw the scene. The kitchen was a mess, my Uncle had been a priest of Kelezandri, he was no slouch, but still, there he was on the floor bubbling and burning from some concoction that my husband had thrown at him. I remember screaming and trying to run but he grabbed me and threw me against the table back into the house. I remember him slapping me over and over again, claiming I had tried to steal his son from him… I was sure I was going to die… I had been saved by the scream of one of the neighbor’s children, the backdoor had been left open and she’d seen the gruesome scene, in that moment when he was distracted I reached aside and grabbed the skillet, I smacked him in the head and ran. I only had one shoe, I was holding a bloody skillet and crying so hard I could barely see. I am amazed that no one stopped me, but somehow I made it to the docks. To this day I don’t know what I said to Captain Cushings that convinced him to take me on board, I was still crying, still in a panic, but he allowed me to work as an able bodied sailor, I had never sailed before, but non the less, I was given a bunk and a position, and we caste off within the hour.”

She held Douglas’s gaze, but couldn’t see him, she was thousands of leagues away in another time and place, tears streaming down her face, still her story continued “I lost the baby, I think being slammed into the table did it… but I found myself out there, I learned my craft and I worked hard, I thought I would turn a new page in my story. But that winter he ported in Don-Ton, I had come back to my ship on fire; my crew and friends desperately trying to put out the fire… the Captain’s quarters had been glued shut with some kind of mixture, we could not get him out, and water only made the fire grow hotter and spread faster… he and six other crew members died that night. I knew it had been Aled; he had found me again. I did not say any goodbye to the crew… I found a ship leaving port and took it, and then switched ships at the next port, and then switched again… I had hoped I had lost him… but no, almost two years later he showed up in Chistles Point, sixteen crew members had died and two ships had been sunk. I saw him that time, he was with the onlookers, waiting for me to run to try and grab me; I had slunk into the water and swam down the pier to escape… Now… I change ships often, I can’t stay long… he has caught up with me a few times, whenever I stay longer than a few ports; then, people die because of me… I’m not sure why I am telling you this… I guess it is only fair, I am putting your life in danger just by being here…. I am sorry Douglas… I am sorry”. She began to sob, Never in his long life of homelessness and bar fighting had Douglas been so uncomfortable; he didn’t know what to do, what did one say to a story like this… he reached out and did the only thing he could think of, he put his big arms around her and gave her a hug, letting her cry into his chest.

“Get a room ya slackers!” the call came from Cobb as walked by on deck carrying a load of timber for the Master Carpenter. Douglas fixed him with a glare that could melt stone, but the moment was broken, Callwen wiped her eyes and straightened up, offering the fakest smile he had ever seen. Douglas fixed her a look and for the first time knew what to say

“You’re safe here, you don’t need to run anymore Callwen” she smiled had him but shook her head

“He is a powerful alchemist, and these are really good people, I can’t stay here long Douglas, he will come…”

“Then let him” The big man growled. All his life he had been trained to be an instrument for killing, had had to wrestle with the morality of killing to stay alive, if he was in the right or in the wrong… Killing and fighting had been the only thing he had ever been good at, and before the First Mate had hired him, he had thought those skills made him a bad person… but now he saw, and truly believed, that there were people out there that needed to be killed, needed to die… and he could be the one that could do that killing, he could kill and be a good guy “Let him come Cal… it’ll will be his last mistake” she looked up at him to argue, but found she couldn’t there was a fire that had been ignited in his eyes… something was going to happen.

When you Grotto go...

It was getting late. Hikari stood and stretched looking down at the still sleeping form of Tar Di. She lay near one of the many fires burning on the beach with her protector, Dallan Steelhand sitting beside her. The Knight of Tukin had made a valuable ally and someone Hikari found to be sensible and easy to speak to. He had sworn to keep Tar Di safe as thanks for Hikari rescuing him from the slave pits. She’d tried to express her gratitude on a couple of occasions but it seemed Dallan was not going to let his debt go that easily. She brushed a few stray locks back behind an ear feeling the lethargy that dragged at her from expending so much energy. But she still had so much to do and looked back down at tar Di.

Hikari was worried. Days since Tar Di had unleashed the chaos magic and yet she still would not wake. Day after day she’d channeled her own mystic energy into Tar Di to help pay for the debt incurred for such a spell as her apprentice had cast and still no change. She wanted to yell, to scream and rage in her frustration and show Tar Di that this was the least of the possible consequences to her using magic without understanding it. But she couldn’t do any of that. Honestly Hikari would be happy with just having Tar Di awake and herself again. But another day of channeling magic had not changed things.

She looked across the beach to where Taaj and Mandy sat close together and sighed. There was no point in deluding herself about that situation anymore and it was more than obvious that Taaj was not using Mandy for some scheme. After all he’d had plenty of opportunity in the confusion of the escape to take her away from all this. So why did she feel sad when she looked at Mandy? Her friend was happy, as happy as one could be spending most of her days repairing a ship and running from trouble. But still happy and Hikari should be happy for her too. She sighed and looked away.

Thalion and the others needed her to remain clearheaded and focused. They’d started another war and there was little time to dwell on what had been. Ships out there were searching for the Champion’s Fist and a veritable army was seeking them from inland. They’d not be completely seaworthy by the time they had to leave but their guest status depended on them not fighting this next group and they were going to honour that commitment. And to be focused she was hoping to make a connection to someone special.

Wrapping her cloak tight about her to ward off the chill, Hikari moved away from the fires and further down the beach. She spied a stocky form detach itself from near another fire and could only sigh. Thorbil had spotted her leaving. So much for a few moments alone.

“Going somewhere Mistress?” He gave her a bow and then fell into step beside her.

“Grotto,” Was all she said. He was only days old and had picked up a lot of tidbits here and there from the others and even some of the freed Dwarven slaves but in those few days he’d also picked up much from her. He was loyal to a fault and she could shout herself blue in face before he would be sent away and so she had changed tactics and spent time instructing Thorbil on her habits and tendencies and what she expected from him. Hikari had pushed hard to make certain that Thorbil knew that he could serve her as his own choice and he was free to leave or stay as he desired not because of some magical geas.

“Tomorrow we will continue to practice and train together along with Dallan, Taaj and a few others. If we are going to be effective we need to know what each of us does in combat so we don’t get in each other’s way.” The gentle sounds of the surf on the beach and the hum behind them of talk was relaxing in comparison to the days of running and fighting. Soon enough that would change again and Hikari didn’t want to lose anyone, not if she could keep it from happening.

“Aye Mistress. Shall I inform them of the drills?”

“After breakfast Thorbil.” The black haired dwarf nodded but said nothing more. Hikari wondered what it was like in Thorbil’s head. Was it an empty place that was filling with thoughts and ideas and information as they gave it to him? Or was it all there and the more they spoke and trained the more certain things came to the fore? Did he have as much trouble as she did in her own memories, as jumbled as they were? She shook her head to clear it of those circular thoughts for they all coped in their own way and Thorbil would manage. Maybe one day though he’d use her name instead of Mistress for everything.

Arriving at the grotto Thorbil took up position in front and Hikari moved inside. A few whispered words sent lights sancing into the small space and she settled down near a small tide pool crossing her legs and baring her right shoulder, the one with the tattoo dedicated to Pan. It was supposed to be magical somehow but Hikari had never learned how or even if it was. Not that it mattered when the gods had stopped speaking to her anyway. She took out the small pan-flute and started playing. She’d figured out much of it on her own and was not half bad anymore and filled the grotto with the haunting notes of the flute.

While she played she let the lights dance and focused her thoughts out and away hoping they would be carried to Pan and perhaps he would at least hear her even if he didn’t answer.

It’s a strange thing to have fought so hard to live, to defy destiny on more than one occasion in an effort to live my own life and not to dance to someone else’s tune only to now find myself feeling lost. I’m adrift and without focus beyond trying to save those I care about and just live. It should be enough helping Thalion and the others rescue and free slaves and bring evil men low. But I still feel like something is missing. Is this really to be my life? I spoke to the others about starting up a mercenary company of sorts, one designed to try and make Argyle a better and safer world to live in, not to just make war. But is it the right thing to be doing? Or am I going to only cause more pain and suffering to those who don’t deserve it?

Or maybe I’m just feeling lonely. This world is a harsh one and nothing is forever but it is made tougher by not having anyone to share it with. I’m not talking about friends or people I care about. I’ve got both. But I see people in love or those who have had love every day and wonder what it is like? It fortifies them and drives them to do things I hesitate at doing and even in the loss gives them something to keep close to their hearts. Miriel, Thalion, Aurelia even Mandy and maybe Flitt (he might just love eggs)? They know it. All I have is a faded and jumbled memory of a love that never came to be.

And then I wonder if the path I walk now, made by my own will and that of yours and Ymeri is the one I should be on. I know life has no guarantees and am more than acquainted with chance and chaos and how they affect things. But there has to be a reason I am me. A reason that I, Hikari exists beyond a reflection of my own will and a stubborn unwillingness to give up this life. Should I pursue making the company? Will Tar Di be ok? How are my pandas? Will I ever find someone? Is there a reason I am here at all beyond you not liking other gods meddling? Please, a little guidance would be a blessing right about now. And though I may not be who I was I am grateful to both you and Ymeri for all you’ve done and would not mind if you visited every once in a while even if it is just to mock me.

I promise to not be as dense as I was. Though that was the sword’s doing a few times so I can’t be blamed for that. And it was a good plan in theory to start with and as a soul returned to its body there was probably good reason for me to not really know I was dead before right? Right, well, thanks for listening Pan.

Hikari let the music and lights fade away and sat there for a long time in the dark just listening to the surf. Her duties were still waiting for her though and before too long she left the grotto once more with Thorbil close behind to take up her tasks again. Maybe tomorrow Tar Di would wake fully…

If a tree fell in teh woods... Pt 2
Mature Scenes, Rated R

8th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 2:09pm The Goddess of the Night Winds Holy Palace, Plane Unknown

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Sa’Nara returned to her Goddess Glorious Palace. She took about three steps before learning against the wall, weak in the knees and panting, she sighed a heavy satisfied sigh.

“Are you ok, was their battle?” Ariuk asked jumping to her feet and rushing to aid the Vassal of her Mistress. Sa’nara looked at the concerned Angel and smiled.

“I am better then ok, I am… I am…” she leapt into the air spreading her wings and soared upward through the sky window. Only when she was at the centre of the great four winds, feeling them buffet her from all sides did she stop and breath in ecstasy. Ariuk was hot on her heels, flapping her wings slowly to hover just behind the beloved vassal

“What? What happened?” the Angel asked. Slowly Sa’Nara turned, a grin cresting her majestic face.

“The Goddess, she used me, she was in me once more…” Sa’Nara said

“Psshh, that happens every day” Ariuk huffed, secretly jealous of the favoured vassal of her goddess. It was the highest honour to serve, and yet Her Mistress chose for her to do nothing… why was she not good enough.

“No… not like normal, she used me, was in me… and we had, had a mortal… in us” the last two words were but a whisper as the import dawned on Ariuk

“You… you copulated on behalf of the Mistress?” Aruik asked, astonishment obvious in her voice. The angel soared up beside Sa’Nara, eager for her to dish on all that had happened.

“I did, she guided my every movement, the mortal was… was engorged” again the last words were but a whisper on the wind “She had him captivated by her spell, by our beauty and grace, we were… beside a tree, and summoned him deeper into the woods” Aruik leaned in floating on her every word. “She used my hands to remove our dress, then to remove his pants. He was blond… all blond and his voice had a cute kind of drawl, like he wanted his words to be as long as they could” Sa’Nara shivered in delight as she recalled the thought. The two winged women slowly lowered until they perched on top of the palace. Sa’Nara looked at her, her cheeks looking rosy with the thoughts of what would happen next “She guided my hand to grab his, his quivering member… it was warm, I could feel her joy as his lust grew… he needed her, he was an addict, she was his drug.” Aruik nodded eagerly, this was no surprise, none could resist the glory and grace of her mistress.


“Then what?” She asked eagerly

“She steered me to guide him, inside of us… I could feel him impale me, it was hot, and wonderful and glorious and amazing… it was like nothing I have ever felt before….”

“and then?” Aruik whispered, curious as to what this strange act entailed

“We were three, and then we were one… for a long time, it felt like forever… almost five minutes… together as one” she gasped as she recalled the feelings. “Our Goddess was not finished with, she wanted to keep some of him with us, a memento of our conquest…” Sa’nara turned and face Aruik, who was rapt at the story “she pulled from within him a piece of his soul, a piece of him, and it entered me… and he screamed in the pleasure of his gift, and I cried out on her divine glory, and she called a primal call of satisfaction as she righted the wrongs in all of our souls!” Sa’Nara shouted the words as she told of the experience her Goddess had given her. Aruik was speechless, amazed, jealous and perplexed by these events.

“What happened next?” the Angel asked

“I was made to extend a finger, and trace it down his forehead to his lips, he kissed it, then she had me speak ‘That will do Benjamin, that will do nicely’ and then, leaving him to collect our clothing and bring them to us later, she spread our wings and we soared into the air and back to the ship. She landed and dismissed me” the vassal drummed her hands on either side of her in excitement “IT WAS AMAZING! WORLD CHANGING! DEIFIC! I was her and she was me, and together we touched the very soul of a mortal… I have been used to take lives before… but this… this was different, this was like nothing I have every experienced”

“She has never done this before?” Aruik asked

“When she coupled with Harold, she would always send me away… as if I was not yet worthy of such an event… before the Goddess did not wish me to be a part of that… but I have grown now, she loves and trusts me more, and now I have felt… Love” Sa’Nara said, awestruck by the realization of what this development meant.

“It sounds wonderful” Aruik said, unsuccessfully trying to keep the self remorse from her voice. Sa’Nara took her into a warm embrace

“Your time will come Aruik… She has a plan for us all… you just have to be patient… it took years for her to be ready for me to have ‘the sex’ with the mortals for her… your time will come, Goddess knows your purpose… and you will to, in time” the two smiled at each other

“You are so wise Sa’Nara” Aruik said, wiping the tears from her eyes

“My Goddess enters me often, I have been known to pick up on a few things while she is there” the Vassal said through a chuckle. “Now… what business do we have here?”

“Raptors chasing the lost soul through the lower kitchens” Aruik said jumping to her feet

“Then, let us see if we can not accommodate these Raptors and this Soul.. the Goddess seems to enjoy it, when many become of one”

Aruik helped Sa’Nara up and the two dropped back into the palace, renewed with vigor and energy to be doing the work of their Goddess

Cainian Hearts

8th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 1:58pm, Cainian Resistance Headquarters, Fort Aderaid.

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Harold “Prancer” Forbes, heir apparent of Cainia and leader of the resistance against Omaru sat around the war council table, His Uncle Harold sat across with several commanders of the Dwarven mercenaries and captains of the Cainian Guard. They spoke of their plans to move forward, about where the next assault would come from, and how they would counter it. They spoke about war and the most important ways to survive. Prancer heard nothing. His eyes were locked looking out a window to the south, staring thousands of miles away, thinking of her. Was she ok? Did she miss him? Had he been replaced? His heart yearned for her; he damned his duty to these people, were his life his own he would stand up and leave the meeting, the fort, the entire war… he could live blissfully sailing on the Champions Boot with his beloved for the rest of his days. Tears welled into his eyes as he saw her face, her hair blowing in the wind and the sound of mirth and amusement as she puzzled over his “human ways”. He recalled her ‘nest’, and her come hither look as she called him forth to lay with her. He had been privileged enough to know happiness, and now, without her the colour had drained from the world, he had been killed, but continued to walk and exist.


“What say you my Prince?” his Uncle asked, drawing him back to the present. He looked down feigning fatigue to wipe his eyes.

“I am sorry Uncle, I must have drifted for a moment…”

“The Duke was wonderin’ aloud who will lead the forces into Narlington, breaking the siege tis no easy task” Commander Keeoto offered

“I’ll do it” Prancer declared

“Prince Forbes, tha wasn’t the intention, we can’t be risking…”

“I’ll do it, I won’t be hiding from danger, there is no…. worthiness… there” Prancer declared, for one last moment looking again to the south… she was out there somewhere, and should he live, he would live being worthy of her.

“alright then, it is decided, the new campaign begin tomorrow” The Duke said, looking hard at his nephew

If a tree fell in the woods...

8th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 1:58pm, Cove South of Honastice
Just past the tree line at the end of the beach….

“Ye don’t have a concern for yer self, do ye, lass?”

Miriel turned her head from the tree, blinking once in in puzzlement at the gruff voice behind her. A dwarf, newly freed, regarded her with arms crossed and a face to match. “I suppose it would not be impossible for the tree to be guarded; thank you Dwarf, I shall take care while felling it.”

“That is not what I meant, lass. Ye’ve slept with a stranger, a slaver to boot; have ye no shame?”

She rolled her eyes. “That is a human flaw, Dwarf – perhaps you no longer fit your beard?”

“Leave me beard out of this, and it’s not proper fer Dwarves either, missy!”

“Then that is your problem, Dwarf; I am neither. Prepare yourself, tree." Miriel wrapped her arms around the tree, fingers barely touching, and wrenched. A loud ripping sound reverberated as she tore the tree, roots and all, out of the ground and tossed it aside with a casual flip of the wrist. “This tree is safe,” she told the half dozen men and women waiting for it. They glared at the dwarf, who clearly did not mean to aid them and ignored their departure as he stomped closer to Miriel.

“Blasted bird! That’s not what I meant!”

“Then say what you mean, Dwarf. I’ve no time for guessing, nor to explain the differences between myself and a bird.”

He gritted his teeth loudly. “It is plain to all ye’re not used to worldly customs and what not, and common sense aside ye rescued many a good person and deserve to know. A decent lass wouldn’a carry on with casual sex, nor would a decent bloke ask it of er … ‘tis not right! And if none on ye’re crew will tell ye so ye know what’s proper, then I will!”

“I need not your prudish warning, Dwarf,” Miriel replied, staring at him without expression. “Your people may view copulation as shameful, but mine view it as it should be; a pleasant past time that one can share with anyone they wish.” She shrugged her shoulders and let her face take on a superior air. “The act of sex is not important, beyond giving pleasure and friendship; it is the intent behind it that matters. Sir Benjamin’s intent is clear and without deceit, unlike many I have met, and I welcome the distraction he gives me.”

Miriel’s eyes drifted away from the dwarf, resting on a spot beyond him in an unerring stare in the direction of Cainia. “I do not even know if you are alive, my love,” she murmured. “Do you think of me? Will I see you again? How long will I have to protect my heart before you return to me?” Her right hand went to her mouth and she gently bit her thumb, while her other hand began to stroke the swells of her breasts. She closed her eyes, meaning to enjoy the sensation, but was interrupted by a bellowing protest.

“Lass!! Ye’re not alone!!”

Miriel opened her eyes, amused, as the dwarf stared at her with a look of shock and panic before bolting away from her, his gait strange as he ran after his fellow ex-slaves. “He is right,” she said, turning to the side. ”I am not alone, am I, Sir Benjamin?”

His smile was answer enough.

Beach Life Pt 2

8th of Wealsun, 383ONT, 1:55pm, Cove South of Honastice.

“Options?” Thalion asked of the officers and friends who had gathered on the beach, most were their, save Miriel, but he had a good idea where she would be as the Beach Knight had sauntered off in her direction. Thalion tried not to think of poor Prancer and keep his mind on the moment.

“I could do a very VERY VERY crude patch in about twelve hours… wouldn’t hold up to a storm or any tight maneuvers, just enough to keep the water out, but I would need a new beach or dock soon to work on it… I can’t do these repairs on open ocean.” Mandy said

“Hunting team isn’t back yet, but as is things are gonna be cramped and tight on board, not a lot of space to do anything fancy with this many people on the ship” Flitt added

“I think we have food enough for another couple weeks… Fishing and Hunting would ease that further though, but I can make it stretch without anyone going too hungry” Bronwyn put in

“We still need to go get Thaden” Teagan chirped up.

“OK” Thalion said making the tough call. Mandy, get us patched as best you can, you got your twelve hours and anyone you need to help. We’re going back to Theringrad Islands, I’ll take a team to go collect Thaden, while the ship finds a solid hiding spot in the island chain and holes up for repairs. I want look outs and lots of warning for trouble. Once the ship is sorted, I want Ku-Aya and a team out hunting and fishing with the little skiff and grabbing any useful supplies from the nearby islands. Use Bitey and Eltheron for transport if need be. Ideally we can get our feet back under us and be on our way home in no time… everyone clear?”

“Aye Aye Captain” came the chorus as they split up to hustle on with their duties


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