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Anaxas' main trade port; it is also the nation's criminal headquarters, home to the Bad Brothers and Silas Hawke, King of the Underworld. The small town of Plugit is nearby.

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Aodh Elzo
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Thu Oct 10, 2019 2:47 pm



10th Hamis, 2719

When the horses finally stopped Aodh practically fell from the saddle with a groan. He was spoilt for choice for which pain was worse.

The pain from where he had got far to imitate with his saddle horn was now a hot ache, though like the nausea that was fading.

The bullet graze on his shoulder and the magical burns across his face and chest had faded to a dull throb, long as he didn’t move too much. He looked over to Ava and Emelia and hobbled over to their horse, taking a handkerchief from his coat and held it out to Emelia.

"Here you are Miss."

He looked to Ava and smiled, his teeth showing white in the bloody mask that was his face, he repressed a winice.

"Silk, you doin’ alright?"

As he stood by their exhausted mount he bent and whispered soft words into the horses ear and stroked it's cheek. He limped back to his own horse and did the same before taking a waterskin from his saddle, cupping his hand he gave first one then the other some water.

That done he handed Ava the skin before limping back the way they had come.


"I reckon the horses are about done, we should lead um for a while. Else they'll go lame. I'm gonna see if'n I can hide our trail a bit."

He snapped a leafy branch from a tree and grinned back at the two women and said.

"Ain't the first time I've been chased on horseback, ye chen?"

With a nod and a slight grin he moved from sight. Only then did he exhaled sagged and spat bile into the grass and muttered vehemently.


"Vrunta! But this has been a clockin' day."

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Ava Weaver
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Thu Oct 10, 2019 8:16 pm

Evening, 10th Hamis, 2719
In the Woods Outside The Rose
Every one of the horse’s strides seemed to jolt through her bones, and Ava’s face was pale white with the pain of it. The make-up she’d worn earlier was smeared by the rain, swirls of red and black standing out stark against her clammy, pale skin. It was all that she could do to keep her hands on the reins. Ava held back a scream as the horses leapt over the fence; she felt herself lift off the saddle, and slam back down with pain that jolted sharply through her.

For a moment, Ava thought she would go flying off the horse, into the air – but somehow she held on, somehow, and then the horse was running again. Branches snapped sharp against her skin, ripping through the sodden fabric of the dress over her arms, tangling in her hair, yanking at her, but somehow they stayed on the horse, her and Emelia both.

It felt like an eternity before the horse came to a stop. Ava was shaking, still sitting behind Emelia, her teeth chattering. She made a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a sob, her hands clenched too tight to let go.

She managed it, only just, when Aodh came over, looking at the wick exhaustedly. He looked even worse than she felt, battered from his fight, bruised, and bloody, but he smiled at her and asked if she was well. Ava took a deep breath, slow and even, and nodded. “Yes,” She said after a moment, her voice little more than a hoarse rasp. His strength made her feel more than a little ashamed, and a good deal stronger.

Slowly, more falling than climbing, Ava tumbled off the horse. She landed, and then abruptly sat on the ground, her legs shaking, Aodh’s waterskin sitting on the ground next to her. Ava slowly levered herself back up to her feet, and reached up to help Emmie down, if she wanted it, grateful for the opportunity for a moment of privacy.

“Tilt your head down,” Ava said, gently. “For the bleeding – pinch the soft parts of your nose, and let it drain a bit into the handkerchief. I’m sorry, I haven’t… ridden very much,” Ava took a deep breath, shivering, and offered Emmie the waterskin before she took a drink herself. She thought she had bitten through her cheek at some point; her mouth tasted of blood, although she couldn’t bring herself to spit it out.

“It’s going to be okay, Emmie,” Ava said, softly, one hand resting against the other girl; if Emmie wanted to stay on the horse, Ava would touch her leg; if she had come down, she would set a hand on her arm, wanting more than anything to offer the younger woman a hug. “I know it’s been a long time, but I never stopped thinking of you.”

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Fri Oct 11, 2019 6:48 pm

King's Court • Anaxas/Old Rose Harbour
on the 10th of Hamis, 2719 • during the evening
S he was lucky. Damn lucky. As the wolf moved to bite her, its jaws closed on empty air. Her arm wrapped around its neck, steadying the beast just long enough for her knife to cut and drag, letting loose a torrent of blood. The air was filled with the smell of metal, and her forearm was soaked with the stuff. It was hard to see in the dark, where it was slowly soaking into the black of her cloak. She let go and the banderwolf stumbled and fell twitching to the ground. The rain poured steadily downward, already mixing with the blood coating Caina’s arm and splattered over her front. The adrenaline was still pumping through her as Alyssa shouted, calling for help from where she lay.

She jerked her head up, eyes widening as she saw the position her friend was in. One step forward, then Caina leapt- eyes narrowing against the rain as she threw herself towards the beast in an attempt to knock it off Alyssa, and her knife in her hand to pierce the beasts side. The blood that coated it had cooled now, and most had been dragged away with the rain, leaving the shiny steel exposed to reflect the light of the streetlamps.

There was no thought as to the danger she was putting herself in, only instinct.
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Fri Oct 18, 2019 7:54 pm

10th Hamis, 2719
KINGS COURT| EVENING
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As Ava all but fell off their horse and helped the other girl down, Emelia looked at the approaching man over the top of her hand where it was holding her nose, taking the kerchief with the other and holding it underneath. She took in his limp, the cuts and grazes on his face, the blood on his shoulder. They had taken great risks to kidnap her, and still the teenager had no idea why. There’d never been this fuss before moving her. Not ever.

The burgundy coat man definitely wasn’t involved in this. But then, why did they—

Turning her gaze back on Ava, the anger flared again, though she did as she was told. Tilting forward and pinching her nose, the thin material, the green eyed girl stared at her for a moment before scoffing quietly.

“You never stopped thinking of me? Thanks Silk, that makes this all better.” Her voice was thick, nasally thanks to the swelling now building in her nose. As the older woman rested her hand on Emelia’s shoulder, for a moment it seemed like she would flinch away, but instead she felt a bitter lump rise in her throat. Tears stung her eyes, her nose burning at the sensation, and furiously she looked away from the sympathetic woman she had once thought of as a sister.

Her big sister.

They were going to be swashbucklers once.

“Are you…are you really here to save me Nellie? I don’t understand what’s going on, and that lady, she’s so awful. I’ve never been moved like this before. Where is the man in the burgundy coat, are we meeting him?” There were so many questions, and so many things that had been buried under years of false identities and temporary homes. For the first time in eleven years, Emelia let a small amount of hope reach her heart, looking at the one person who she thought she could trust. Turning back to Aodh, the teenager pulled the kerchief away, wiping at her upper lip to remove as much of the blood as she could.

“Sorry mister, hope you didn’t want this back.” She said through the swelling, holding the now crimson cloth with a shrug, before shoving it up her sleeve.

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So wrapped up in its quarry that lay so infuriatingly close to snapping jaws, the second black beast didn’t see Caina come out of the darkness and the rain, rolling off Alyssa as the younger assassin smashed into it. It yelped as they landed in the mud, writhing to snap at the knife where it had embedded in between its ribs. The Wisp wasted no time, rolling to her feet and leaping to help the brunette. Grabbing at the beasts muzzle, she steadied her stance, and with a cold look on her face she twisted it around hard. Both women would feel the snap of bone, before the banderwolf fell limp.

Panting, covered in mud, drenched by the rain, the two women would find themselves alone.

“We have to move.” The older Freedom Fighter said, searching for her daggers, blood trailing down her arms from the lacerations that the wolf had left. Tucking the blades away, Alyssa would lead Caina with her to climb the closest building and get up on the roof top. Shielded by the pouring rain, the two assassins would make their way from rooftop to rooftop, shadows in the darkness flitting across the rest of the city. At the edge of the Rose, they would drop down and disappear into the woods, the blue eyed Wisp slowing slightly to look for signs of passing in the deluge.

Here. She signed, before moving on silent feet through the thick undergrowth. They followed broken branches and dug out muddy hoof tracks for at least half a mile, before finally coming on their lost companions. There was no friendly greeting, or sigh of relief, merely a nod to Firebrand and Silk, before marching forward to the teenager. She grabbed her face, ignoring the clench of the teenagers jaw as she turned it too and fro to examine her quickly bruising nose.

“Not broken. You’ll be fine.” Gesturing to Caina, she shoved the girl in her direction.

“Do not let her out of your sight Hatcher. I want you with her all the way to Vienda, till we hand her in.” Emelia looked at Ava with wide eyes, before falling in line.

“Treat your wounds, then we move. Silk, a word?” Taking her leave from the group for a moment, Alyssa moved away, dropping down to hunch over a pool of water amid the rotting foliage. Reaching down to cup the water in her hands, the woman stared at her trembling fingers, frowning at them before splashing the cool liquid over her upper arms to wash away the blood and grime. Her lacerations were mostly shallow, though there were a couple that would need healing when it was possible. For now, she would tear away the bottom of her dress in strips, and wrap them tightly around the wounds.

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After they had rested briefly and tended to their injuries, the group would start walking then, leading the exhausted horses, heading generally northwest towards the river. Alyssa explained that they would be meeting up with another cell member there, who would take the teenager from them. She would be shifted to Bad Aisling, until such time Jon required her in Vienda. The rest of the group would then make their way home via kintboat.

They arrived at the river sometime before dawn, and with little ceremony Emelia changed hands. Her muted green gaze fell on Ava one last time, confused and tired. Once again, she was being moved, shifting from the hands of one person to the hands of another like some trinket. She didn’t speak, merely turned with her new keeper and left as the rest of them to board the small wick homeboat that was moored there. They would sail to Vienda then, the friendly wicks on the boat healing their wounds and filling their stomachs. It would take a few days, but soon enough they would find themselves at the outskirts of the city, departing and taking the tunnels back into the center.

Alyssa gave them simple instructions. Do not speak of this night, do not speak of the girl. Wait for further instruction.

And with that, they were done.

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