The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
New gifted family of Lorendale added to the Families of Importance, the Decarlos!
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The rat had to hold back the joy it felt at her seeing her. The little creature carefully twisted it's head this way and that in a mocking fashion to the Chief talking. If the Rat could speak to her, she would but this was good, Kezia saw her so that was good and now she needed to make her way to the bed.
Slowly the Rat followed in the shadows and moved around to where the head of the bed was, staring at her from the shadows silently while waiting for confirmation that it was ok. Sure the big man was still there but so far the rat was sneaky as heck and feeling proud of herself. Slowly, she moved to hide under a bit of cloth when a breeze rolled through the tent, it got her a little closer but she was still at the head of the bed but now within touching range if Kezia laid down and put her hand under the overhang of material.
Yoren knew what the request would sound like. Some cruel part of him relished her discomfort; she should be afraid of him. As she said, she was his prisoner. He could do with her whatever he wanted.
When he reached the bag, he pulled out a rag and ripped it, tearing it into long strips. He didn’t answer her question. He didn’t owe her anything. Instead, he approached her, clenching the strips in one hand. He took the longest one and reached for Raiden, but stopped abruptly, hand outstretched.
“Tell him not to struggle,” he told Kezia. “Or I’ll remove his magic again.”
Eyes widened further, and she instinctively moved back on the bed. The long strips of fabric seemed to be taunting her. Telling her about what exactly might be happening in that moment. She immediately heard Raiden let out a vicious growl as Yoren reached for them, backing his way into Kezia’s hair and almost immediately sent out a ball of electric towards him. Except Kezia reached up and grabbed his small body, pulling him to her chest as she did so.
Her eyes flashed to Raiden and then back to Yoren. She felt like she was already skinned alive. Raw. Exposed. And yet the idea of Yoren having his hands on Raiden had her skin crawling and she started to shake lightly. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that her offering to do it instead was going to get her scoffed at or a dark look from him. She looked down at Raiden once more. ‘Please, just... let him. I am sorry. I can’t lose you again,’ She told him, hanging her head in defeat. ‘It’s okay...’ She could feel he was uncomfortable and she felt it too. Deep down in her bones.
She looked up at Yoren, staring up at him for a moment. “Just don’t hurt him,” She said to him, her voice low but serious, almost threatening. She hoped the rat, if it was what she thought it was, had moved and was out to safety now. She could only pray to the heavens that if it was a Dresmondi... they got out safely. She couldn’t stand the idea of more loss.
The Rat could not safely mouth over the material she had brought, so in a stroke of thinking, the Rat manipulated the bit of metal into a T and slid the bit slightly out where she guessed she was looking for a moment, wiggling it before taking it and bolting when Raiden acted up but was stopped before the rat tucked tail and ran. The only sign to anyone that she had been there was a scratch mark in the dirt from where she ran out from.
From there, the rat would run with the objects in her mouth until she met up with the elf owl again and was carried away and brought back into the safety of the tunnels.
The rat would go into rapid-fire detail to her person, the boy's eyes just going wide as he tried to slow her down as she went on and on but in the end was able to inform that Kezia and Raiden were, in fact, alive but now somewhat free in the leader looking mans tent.
Tempest went and wrapped her arms around the boy who's rat had been so damn brave and then pulled in Elf Owl as well and hugged her Adoi people tightly for a moment. "We will get her back," she promised them before turning her head to look at Danior now.
"She's alive and in a tent and out of a cage. We can do something and deal with that magic that holds them after- even if we have to send her and Raiden all the way to Arynn Frey to remove it, we can do something." she told him as she would look to the tunnels.
"What if we opened up a tunnel right under his tent, once we have them both we can collapse it and they can't get to us." she suggested. She felt that the rat and elf owl could both tell them how far- especially if elf owl was flying over hear just in range to tell her person which way to continue. It was...well an insane plan but knowing what had almost happened to Kezia made her want to do something- anything to save her.
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Despite everything, Yoren’s touch was soft on the dyr. He carefully wrapped a scrap of rag around the genet’s neck, creating a makeshift collar alongside the magical one that contained him. The long strip trailed off, like a leash, and he tied it to another strip, lengthening it. “I don’t want him to run off again,” he found himself grumbling, though he reminded himself that he owed the pair no explanation. They would do as he bid.
Holding the lengthened leash that was now attached to Raiden, he turned his gaze to Kezia. He moved to take her wrist again, but he stopped, noting the reddening of the skin from where he had held onto her. The bruises and cuts from trying to hold Raiden while he was wild. The irritation at her neck where she’d scratched at her collar, breaking her nails in desperation.
It was not just Raiden who had gone wild from the collars, Yoren thought. It reminded him of seeing powerful animals, predators, caught accidentally in the snares of hunters. The beasts would often work themselves into a panic, twisting this way and that until the barbs of the trap dug so deep into their skin that not even the hunter could let them loose. If only they didn’t struggle, Yoren had always thought when he saw this. If only they had waited patiently to be set free.
He took a moment to consider the sad thought, eyes flickering up to hers. “I don’t want you running off either,” he said finally, a touch of an apology creeping into his voice. He held out his hand, expectantly waiting for her to offer her wrists to be bound.
There was no stopping the small growl that rumbled through Raiden's body, his hair sticking up as Yoren worked the noose around his throat. That's what it felt like. Two objects now around his small neck and he was not exactly thrilled about it. But he allowed it to happen only because he too was scared to lose Kezia again. Every time he was back to her, the cuts and bruises were worse. The horror and fear in her eyes had only been multiplied. And the dark thoughts and ache in her chest effected him just as much.
She thought she saw a flash of something, the rat running out of the tent as Yoren was focused on Raiden. A T flashed and then taken away. She blinked a few times, almost sure that she had hallucinated at that point. T was for Tempest. Was she truly losing her mind after only half a day? Or was that really a sign that they were checking on her. She wasn't sure. But if it was what she thought it was, it meant that they were going to try and come for her. Raiden stilled when he realized what Kezia had seen. Only for a moment before he shifted to be pressed to her side.
Kezia stared at the makeshift leash now, ignoring his grumble of some explanation. She knew why he was doing it. They weren't in a cage. He was not stupid or foolish. If anything, he was paranoid and cautious. She watched his hesitation though, his eyes lingering on her wrists and she found herself looking at them too. They were rough. She had never looked like this before from the battles she had fought along the border. Then again, she had never seen the numbers at the border that they did today. She bit her lip, only looking up to meet his eyes when she felt his on her.
It was cloth, she told herself as she looked back at what was in his hand. It wasn't a venomous snake he was trying to place against her. And right now, she needed to reserve herself. She slowly offered both of her wrists by placing them into his await hand. "Do you have other Dresmondi" She found herself asking him, staring down at how his one hand could easily wrap around both of her wrists. The way he was focused on her, made her think that she was truly the sole prisoner. Or else he would be checking in on others.
Danior waited with Tempest. He liked her fire, he truly appreciated her as a driver. But he also needed her. As cruel as it might have sounded, he would not trade Tempest for Kezia. So he had to make sure she didn't go running off into the night to get the small woman back. When the rat dyr came back with the owl, he listened closely. His might spinning as she came back to him talking about plans and ideas on how to get her out.
"If they are even from Arynn Frey. Who knows what else Lorendale or Nevermere are capable of." He said lightly as an idea. But it wasn't a bad one on her part. Arynn Frey was their ally and powerful ones at that. "If we take her from under ground, they are going to move. They will not stay there and wait for another attack knowing that we haven't left the area." He said to her. Basically meaning, it would give them away. Which meant their ideas would need to be re-imagined.
"The call is up to you Tempest, you are the driver for her caravan. But I urge you to take a deep breath and think on this. We are potentially risking a lot more Dresmondi to save one." He hated to sound like he did. But he also needed to play the devils advocate here. "I want her back too, but not if it means losing you and others." He was thinking about them all, not just one. He took a deep breath, his arms crossing over his broad chest.
"What if we created a storm? Rain, lightening, wind." He turned his eyes back to Tempest. "The perfect storm. It could seem like a natural weather pattern. Gusts of wind strong enough to blow the tents over, but not continuous. It could cover for Kezia. If Raiden can use his element.. .he could strike those around them without giving away that he is doing it. She has a better view of those around her. They can strike them as they try to get to the forest for better cover. Instead of the open field they are in. And it wouldn't exhaust those dyr's." He told her. "If it was enough to make them run. She might be able to pull away from the chief. And we can be waiting to pull her to a tunnel if she gets far enough away." His only concern was those collars that the other dyr was talking about. The one that seemed to be doing something to mess with their magic.
Tempest was resisting the urge to just leave, she wanted to rain hell on those warriors and take back her friend. Knowing the hell that she was going through and not being there to aid her was adding fuel to the fire but Danior, the calm one, had other things to say. She was pacing, the building energy there now inside her that wanted to burst out and do what her desires told her and not what logic was saying.
He had made good points, ones that did make sense and were hard for her to listen to at the moment, "I feel like Arynn Frey would help us, they value their logic and reason and it stands to reason that they wouldn't side with brutes that have done nothing but try and fight everyone on a single continent." she told him as she bit her lip and paced, stopping when he said that. She understood that, she was here to protect all of her people and they already risked a fair amount going in to see if she lived or not.
"I don't want to risk losing more of us but you heard what they are doing to her. Cutting her off from her Raiden like that and trying to abuse her..." she told him, not hiding the pain in her voice as she spoke to him. It had to be hell, she wanted so badly to march in there and beat that man within an inch of his life but he also had kept his men from hurting her and reconnected her with Raiden. It was painfully conflicting.
Tempest dropped her head back and closed her eyes, taking a few strained breaths right now to be able to listen. "Ok...if we go the storm route we would have to start it slow to build it up. The weather changing and wind blowing followed by making it rain and lightning- even adding in hail to mix...even...even if we can not get to her we can make them miserable as hell with that. Soak them, freeze them, rattle them with a storm that would be normal this time of year." it was fall, fall meant storms. "You know me Danior, you know how I want to just leave and go in and save her but your plan...we will go with yours because your head is much more clear than my own." she told him, taking a breath, "Maybe after a miserable night and day, they might rethink their battle because being wet and cold and having a frost roll through when they aren't ready for it will do a number to them," she told him, remembering her talk with Arlo. "But I want to help still, I can't hang back and do nothing while asking the people to do this. Even if we don't get her back as soon as I want to, this storm can at least do a number to them physically and mentally."
Yoren set to work tying Kezia’s wrists. He looped the fabric this way and that, twisting it so that she couldn’t break free. He knew it wouldn’t be comfortable; at least not completely, especially with her bruises and cuts, and he winced a little as he covered the skin, which was already rubbed raw. But it was the only option that Yoren saw.
Her question surprised him, and he looked up, hands stilling. He hesitated, for a moment, not knowing if it was information that he should share, or if he should stay silent. In the end, he couldn’t see the harm in it. And she was cooperating. For now.
“No,” he said darkly, eyes turning back down to the task at hand. She should be glad she was the only one, Yoren thought. It made her important. But then again, with the racket she’d made… he hated to think what the sound of multiple Dresmondi without magic would be.
He finished tying her wrists and moved his hands to her ankles. “Lay down,” he told her. “You’ll sleep here for the night.” He still didn’t know what he’d do with her come morning. He doubted he’d sleep much until he’d come up with something.
Kezia watched the way he wrapped her hands together. Wincing lightly as the fabric bit into her raw skin. She didn't bother with asking him to loosen it. It would fall on deaf ears. He might not be as unreasonable as she originally thought, but he was not going to take chances. Especially as he confirmed that there were no other Dresmondi that were being currently held. Only her. Which meant she might have a bit more packing for her and Raiden than she originally thought. They needed the two of them. They didn't have any others.
And it also meant she was the only one that was suffering the way that she was. No others were being forced apart from their dyr's. No others were feeling that pain only to be allowed together again, and then ripped back apart. No others were being attacked in their cages while they tried to sleep. Her body was exhausted, but she was scared to sleep now.
Her eyes moved back to Yoren as he grabbed her ankles. She stared at him now, close and not angry. She glanced back at the bed Raiden moving to lay near the top of it, curling up near where she could lay back and rest her head. 'Lay down, we both could use the rest. You can't fight like this. Not right now.' And as it was, this was possibly the safest place for her. The image of him throwing the spear through his man and then executing him for touching her. More so for going against his chief, she was sure. But it just showed how important it was to keep her and Raiden alive to Yoren.
Kezia slowly laid back, but studied him for a moment more. Her eyes flashing between his hands and his eyes. It was nerve-racking. The idea that she was in a prison once more, but this time of tightly bound cloth instead of metal bars. At least her body had something softer to lay against. She eventually moved her eyes to the tent above her, and out of no where, remembered a song that Jaskier used to sing to her all the time. It was enough to make tears rise back up, and Raiden shifted to nuzzle her, his sadness just as strong as hers. Humming softly to herself and Raiden the familiar tune that they knew.
Danior stood there for a moment, watching her. At some point, Menowin found him and nudged her head into his thigh. Letting him know that everything else seemed under control and safe for the time being. The thought of being cut off from Menowin made a dull ache start in his chest, and even the giant grizzly bear growled lightly. The two of them have been together for twenty one years. And he couldn't imagine not having her. The pain that Kezia must be going through psychologically alone was enough to make his anger boil.
"She at least seems to have an ally of sorts for the night. Clearly she's valuable to them for the one to kill the other." He said lowly, but that also brought up the other question. What was Coheed planning on doing with her? Were they going to try and use her and Raiden as weapons against Dresmond themselves? Were they just trying to get information out of her? What was their plan?
He stared at her mismatched eyes for a moment, listening to her. "I know. But we need to think of all of Dresmond." He pushed once more. Trying to help her direct her mind to, what h he believed, was the best path. "Round up some volunteers. Make sure they are well rested and fed. We need to meet with the other caravans. We will be our strongest with them."
Tempest would force herself to calm down, she had to. There was more at stake and even though they all did want to save Kezia and Raiden, fear for them and their safety was there but they were the only two captured and she couldn't risk all the caravans for them as much as her desire to save them wanted to. Alva would glide down and land on her, her face rubbing against hers to try and give some form of comfort with al that was going on.
"Yes, for the night she seems to be safe. He doesn't seem inclined to hurt her as his men were so that is a boon in disguise," she told him as she would touch Alva, just needing to feel him.
"You're right Danior, I know what my instant reaction is but this is why I talk to others like you who have cooler heads in heated moments," she told him. He did have a cooler head but then again she never hid her passion for things and that tended to aid her in the field and with traveling. "I'll give everyone another hour to rest and recover and I will find some volunteers to see who would like to give them the worst night of their lives. We can switch people in and out so as no one tires too much," she told him, her eyes looking towards the tunnel. She silently prayed that Kezia and Raiden would remain strong and know that they were not going to be left in Coheeds hands.
Not even caring though, she would move to wrap her arms around Danior, just needing a moment to hug someone. Alva hopped him self off of her the moment she started moving- not a hugging sort of bird.
Yoren moved to bind Kezia's ankles, tying them in a similar way as her wrists. It was the first time he was able to see the damage his electric whip had done to he, and he looked at it with as much interest as pity. He now knew what the weapon would do. If he ever used it again, that is; that shock Raiden gave him had soured him a bit on it.
He heard her humming. Of course, he heard it all. He didn’t recognize the melody; probably a Dresmondi song. It sounded sweet… hopeful even. It reminded him of what her people had to lose. And how he had to take it. It didn’t lessen his resolve. He wasn’t sentimental about killing anyone, not even children. Death happened, especially in Coheed. But while he did not regret taking lives, the weight of his task felt monumental in the face of people like Kezia. If his enemies had everything to lose, they’d fight with everything they had. Yoren had plenty to lose, too. His reputation. His tentative status. But what did he have to gain?
When Yoren tied the last tie, he stood from the bed roll that was now occupied by a woman and her animal. He needed to sleep; he could feel the events of the day wearing on his muscles. He pulled a spare blanket from the bag where he’d gotten the rags and spread it on the floor. Extinguishing the last candle, he let darkness fill the tent, letting the sound of his enemy’s humming lull him to a restless sleep.
Danior stood back at that point, his arms over his chest as he watched Tempest agree to his plan. She didn't have to, but he was glad for the trust she was putting in him. It would do something, anything to help break this down. And he wouldn't forget about the little Dresmondi that was in a tent. He'd make sure the message was clear to try and find her and bring her home when the others partnered up. If she wasn't able to escape on her own.
When the driver approached, he embraced her for a moment. Letting her find comfort in him before he gave her a tight squeeze and pulled back. "Time to start preparing. Go give yourself a small rest. Get your mind cleared however you need to. We will make out moves soon." He said, nodding his head towards the others who had helped before he turned back to make it towards his own wagon.
Tempest held him tightly, borrowing some of his strength if she had to. There was much to do and she hadn't rested at all and needed to if she was going to keep going. She swore that she wasn't going to let Kezia be kept by them, even if she had to go in herself to pull her out. "Yes. We will be ready and they won't know what's hitting them but she will, I know she will understand what is going on," she told him confidently as she would let go, "Come, we have much to do," she told the young ones who's dyrs had done perfectly tonight. She was proud and showed it by ruffling their hair and patting them on the back. She was determined- Coheed would fail and retreat. Kezia would be home and they would win.