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A naive Black Jeweled witch has destroyed the Territory Court. From its ashes a new court is being constructed, one run by a manipulative killer. As the blood runs in the streets of Goth from open gang warfare, the Steward of Little Terreille begins a gambit to rebuild the Territory from the ground up and challenge the Star of Kaeleer.
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Author Topic: So You Want To Play at Being King?  (Read 554 times)

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Offline Kamal Kapoor

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So You Want To Play at Being King?
« on: Sep 05, 18, 10:40:37 PM »
The predator doesn't cater to the whims of the sheep. The wolf cares not for the rabbit, save that it is food. Serah Califf was food. The lowest of castes, the lighter of Jewels. To fulfill the needs of the strong and be deserving of their protection through service. Kamal didn't associate with Lady Califf, only knowing that she was a thorn in most people's sides and her attitude caused no end of frustration. This meant nothing to Kamal. Only through her wardship to Odelle did she warrant his protection, but that was all her value was worth. To the rest, Serah Lyn Califf deserved nothing else in Kamal's eyes in regards to himself.

Now Odelle had the bright idea that Lady Califf needed an attitude adjustment and called on Kamal to waste his time performing deeds below his station. To 'scare' Lady Califf. To remind her what need be said. That she was not who she thought she was. That she believed herself superior to all others, deserving of their supplication rather than vice versa. In a perverse way Kamal could respect such tenacity for it was funny to see a pig play at being a wolf. Even food should fight not to die. Yet his Queen gave a command, and for Kamal's own opinion of Odelle kept away from sight and mind he gave consent to Odelle's scheme.

He changed his schedule the following weeks, making plans to ensure that everything was properly in place for Lady Califf's continued education. As much as Serah did not deserve his attention he would not shirk his duty to one of the Blood. Odelle masked this 'scheme' as Craft lessons, and Kamal would not disappoint. All Blood, regardless their status and place deserved the opportunity to master what was their birthright. He would teach her the value of Craft under extreme stress, the time when seconds mattered when casting spells and the forethought to think ahead when using them.

His favorite hunting grounds were warded and shielded, tools laid around the woodland perimeter to barricade anyone in and out of it from escape and tethered to his Green. If Odelle and Lady Califf were going to rob him from his hunts, training necessary for more important tasks, then he would merely...fit, Lady Califf into his training. It served his purpose, hunting the Most Dangerous Game.

He sent word to Lady Califf that on this day, she would arrive at this location at dawn, down to the minute and dress for the outdoors. He was dressed in a simple shirt and light jacket to fight off the morning chill with jeans and hiking boots. He sat on a rock, a hunting knife in his hands as he ran a grindstone along it's edge sharpening it. His foot tapping lightly, he checked the time by looking at the sky. She was late. More proof this was a waste of his time, for the Lady cared not for the blessing she was being given in Kamal giving up his time to offer her any lesson.

Thankfully he suspected her tardiness and made her punishment special, exchanging the arrows he would use for her 'lesson' for something more...palatable to her temper and the conditions of this lesson.

When she finally arrived he looked up with a disapproving gaze at her arrival. He continued to sharpen his knife. "Lady Califf. So nice of you to finally decide to grace me with your presence." *shhhhhink* He stood up from the rock. "I will not tolerate tardiness so long as Lady Odelle has put you under my tutelage." He tucked the knife in it's holder, a leather sheathe hanging from his belt.

Offline Serah Lyn Califf

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Re: So You Want To Play at Being King?
« Reply #1 on: Oct 01, 18, 01:04:04 AM »
Serah all but barked at the servant who came to wake her up at the dawn.  Not accustomed to anyone waking her at all, letting her sleep in until she was well rested, she was not the most pleasant person to be around.  Even worse when the servant who should have known her place reminded her in less than pleasing tones that she had a morning appointment with Prince Kamal to keep.

Serah snorted.   As if that mattered more than her rest, but Serah knew how to deal with men in authority.  She had been doing it her whole life, her father and his business partners, tutors and shopkeepers.   So she took her time primping and preparing, making sure every hair was spectacularly impeccable.  She picked out fine shirt and skirt, and a pair of soft leather boots that complimented the whole outfit.  A little coloring for her cheeks, eyes and lips and she completed the image of the sweet, helpless and endearing young woman.  She practiced in her mirror, softening the look in her eyes and shifting her undergarments to give just a little more emphasis to her breasts and the curve of her waist.

Perfect, she decided as a knock at the door was followed with a guardsman entereing without her leave.  Serah gave him a stern look, turning back towards the mirror to fuss with an invisible imperfect hair.

“Lady, I’m here to escort you.”

“When I’m ready.  I’m sure Prince Kamal will understand the need for a Lady of my position to make the best impression.”   She took a look at his face through the mirror.  The man needed to be taught how to school his face better.  His opinion of what her lateness meant as an impression was not hidden in the least.

“Alright, now we can go,” she said, breezing past him and down the hallway.   Expecting to be lead to one of the many offices on the lower floors of the building, she was surprised that at footman was waiting at the main entrance holding the door for them.  The guard took her by the back of her elbow and lead her out into the early morning day. Well, perhaps not early for some - but a Lady was certainly never up this early. Only farmers and peasants needed to rise with the dawn.
Their path took them off the main driveway between the treeline and the further they travelled, the more irritated Serah became.  It must have rained the night before and her good shoes were becoming stained and soiled in the mud.  She could feel the wet slap of it against her legs where her skirt had become damp as well.   If this guard was simply walking through the woods to save on time instead of keeping to the path, she would be certain he would be up for serving in the worst duties before the week was out.

A clearing opened and she felt the hand on her elbow release as she stepped through and saw the man sitting on a large rock.   Handsome, in a way that made her shiver a little at the hard intensity in those eyes.  Foreign, but most of Little Terrielle was a mix of something or another, but the dark look on him was very tasty.    His scowl gave her a moment's pause on how to handle the situation.

Giving him a deeply apologetic look, she indicated with a lilt of her head towards the guard or rather the direction he had gone, “My sincerest apologies Prince, I think my Escort got a little turned around in these trees. Why he didn’t simply take the most direct path here I’m not certain.  Perhaps he’s new here?”  She let her eyes widen slightly in a sympathetic expression before looking around.   “Lady Odelle said I was going to learn craft lessons from you, but I don’t see any books or scrolls.  What sort of lessons have you planned?”   

Interest, an eager student ready to please said her face and her voice was pleasant and soft.  Yes, she knew well how to manipulate men.

Offline Kamal Kapoor

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Re: So You Want To Play at Being King?
« Reply #2 on: Oct 29, 18, 11:11:22 PM »
......

"It is your duty to make it to your appointments on time, Lady Serah. Tardiness on account of your aids will not excuse you. It is your responsibility to ensure you have proper aids to help you manage your time. A failure on your behalf."

He slowly stood to his feet. Already he felt this was a waste of time. The training he would get out of this went out the window the moment her perfume breached his nose. I could cut off my nose and STILL track her. This won't even be a workout. He would have to cull a steeper price from Odelle if he was to continue...'educating', Lady Califf.

Serah, for all her prepared beauty, looked idiotic. Told to dress for the outdoors, she came in formal Court attire. The predator sensed no satisfaction from this sheep, just a sheep wearing a few hairs of a wolf and believed herself to be a bear. He wouldn't scold her for her clothes. He would do the opposite instead. Perhaps it would help her understand the lessons he was going to try to impart for all the good it might do her. Her tardiness left him wondering if she even cared about learning.

"You would be correct Lady. Lady Odelle informed me that I was to resume as your Craft instructor. After discussion with prior tutorship it was told to me that you are highly gifted in the use of our innate powers. Therefore it was deemed appropriate that we begin Craft training outside of isolation and begin to teach you Craft in real world conditions. Today you will be learning how to utilize your powers under cases of severe stress and danger." Kamal instructed. "It is vital you learn discipline, control, and focus which these lessons will teach you."

"Behind me is a cordoned area of rocky forest 3 miles in diameter. No one will be entering or leaving the area under my power for the duration of your training today. Your job, is to run and avoid capture for 2 hours. You may use any method of Craft or talents at your disposal to perform this feat. I will be tracking you with the intent to capture. As you came in formal court attire I respect your idea of challenging yourself and not dressing for the outdoors. One never knows when or how such conditions may arise. Suggests confidence. Which I respect. Out of such respect I decided at the last minute to exchange touching you to denote capture to using arrows that are laced with a knock-out spell. They are not fatal but I am guaranteed are quite painful. If you are knocked out, your time will begin again. We will continue this lesson until either nightfall in which you will have failed the lesson or you make the 2 hour time."

"And. Before you bemoan the power differential between us I must remind you Lady Serah that there will be many times that you are outclassed in Jewels. That is not an excuse for failure. Merely increased incentive to succeed." He revealed an unstrung bow and a bundle of string in his other hand. Behind him was a quiver of arrows that for all tense and purposes looked like normal, pointy stabby arrows. "You have until I finish stringing my bow and slinging my quiver as a head start. Do you have any questions?"

Whether she had them or not, he gently sat down on the rock and began to string his bow with the speed of a hobbiest. Taking his time, slow methodical moments to make sure the string fitted nicely into the divets of the notches.

Offline Serah Lyn Califf

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Re: So You Want To Play at Being King?
« Reply #3 on: Jan 16, 19, 10:14:35 PM »
Serah felt her spine tense in indignation at his scolding about her tardiness.  Really!  She had explained quite well her situation and he was throwing blame and insults at her.   Didn’t he realize who she was?!  Of course he knew WHO she was, but he certainly would never have insulted a lady of her breeding if he had known of her station.   No one blamed an Aristo for the failings of their staff to do their duty.

She watched him with narrowed eyes as he hopped off the rock that he had been sitting on and began circling her, eying her clothing with a predatory stare that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in concern.  She turned to follow his movement, never losing sight of him for a moment, instinct telling her this would be a bad thing.

“I know how to use Craft in the real world, “she sputtered, “I don’t see what this has to do with being out in the middle of the forest in muck.”  Craft in the real world, what in the word was that supposed to mean?  Using craft to lift things at its best, summoning ledgers and other items that would be required of her in a business setting.  What did all this filth have to do with that.

“Stress?  Danger?”  She repeated, blinking in misunderstanding.   “I don’t understand,” and she didn’t. “I don’t think you quite understand what sort of business I will be handling when my father retires.   I don’t think this is the sort of stress that I will be encountering in a business setting,” she said a little scornfully.   Yes, when this exercise in futility was over she would be meeting with Lady Odelle again to voice her complaint.   

Her eyes slowly widened as he began to explain his lesson of the day, her eyes glancing down through the forest before looking back at him in horror.  “Run?!  In this?  Out there?”  She laughed a little nervously, “this is some horrible joke right?   A prank that Odelle has concocted to make me look the fool?”   She looked down at her boots and at a particularly ugly puddle of muck and leaves.  Then she saw the bow and arrows that looked deadly sharp and the fierce intent in his face and took a step back and then another. 


“You must be joking,” she said, her voice quivering as she had the deep suspicion that he wasn’t.  “Prince, this isn’t funny anymore.   Your jest has run its course.”   He picked up the bow and began to string it with purpose and she took another step back.  “Prince?”    It wasn’t until he had set the string and began to pull on it to test its tauntness then did the real fear begin.   He wasn’t joking, he was going to shoot her with a fucking arrow!

With a squeel of fear, she took off running wildly into the trees, narrowly missing a half buried tree root beneath some fallen leaves as she stumbled and regained her footing.   This was a horrible horrible prank, Odelle would never allow…

THUNK.

She froze and stared at the shaking arrow inbedded in the trunk not a foot from her nose and felt her blood rush from her face.  He was going to kill her.   The Queen had set a madman foreigner on her and he was going to kill her.   If she lived through this, she was going to bring up charges with the Territory Queen over this, she would write her father and he would contact the court in Goth….

A powerbolt this time, striking the tree branch above her head and snapping it with a loud crack.

“Your last warning…” she heard his voice whisper through the air, almost right in her ear and she shreeked and bolted.   She ran until her lungs burned and she had to stop and brace herself against a half downed tree, sucking in air painfully as she looked around and tried to gain some sort of semblance of place when she felt something hit her hard in her right thigh and the world went black.


When she came to, she was back at that infernal boulder, with him staring at her with his bastard black eyes.   Scrambling in the mud, she slipped as she tried to get up and take off running again.   

She lost track of how many times she had returned to that fucking boulder, each time took some of the anger out of her and filled her with a despair.   This was hopeless, he had rigged this place, spelled it so that it was impossible for her to gain any distance from him or his wretched bow.   She ran again, sobbing now as she made yet another attempt for her freedom,  She was filthy, smelling of muck and decay and she could feel the cold moisture seeping through her fine boots.  Every rock she stepped on had her crying out in pain and she was winded from her crying as much as she was from her running which had become slower and slower as she began to tire.

She wiped mud and tears from her face, feeling the sticky mess cake her cheek as she took refuge behind a thick trunk and tried to regain her breath enough to plot her next move.   She had just taken a step from her refuge when she heard the whistle of the arrow in the area and had only enough time to utter a half expletive before darkness swallowed her again.

Offline Kamal Kapoor

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Re: So You Want To Play at Being King?
« Reply #4 on: Jan 17, 19, 02:49:30 PM »
This was utterly hopeless.

Kamal did not even have to try. Apart from Serah's crying and her scrambling pace she basically told the whole damn forest where she was at any point in time. All he had to do was follow the pouting, the crying, the cracking of branches and shuffling of bushes that she would run through and there she was. Then he would just *THWACK* her with the arrow, and out she went.

Serah may have lost count but Kamal didn't. They were at attempt number 9 and it was still midday.  As she started to come to at the starting boulder he had unstrung his bow yet again, and was now sharpening some arrowheads to pass the time while she woke up.

"Good afternoon, Lady Califf." He ran the arrowhead along a stick of flint. "If it is no surprise by now, you have no control of yourself in times of danger." *shnk shnk*

"You must focus. People claim that 'thinking' is important but what is most important is relying on instinct." He told her. "Lean on it. Let it guide you. Using Craft must be second nature, as reflexive as breathing. Otherwise our natural gifts are no more useful to us than they would be to Landens. Lamenting on your circumstances bars you from utilizing your gifts."

He finished sharpening his arrowhead and tucked it into a pouch on his belt. "We shall now begin again." And once again he took his bow and casually began to string it once again.

Offline Serah Lyn Califf

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Re: So You Want To Play at Being King?
« Reply #5 on: Mar 31, 19, 10:43:20 PM »
Serah wasn’t sure if she was going to cry some more, throw up or pass out.  Her heart was racing so hard in her chest, she thought it might break through her ribs and still the bastard kept talking and striking the sharp point of that arrow on its stone.  Cruel bastard!  No wonder he served someone like Odelle.  He was a heartless bastard who liked to hurt people.  Odelle’s vicious attack dog.  Wait till she told people about the sort of people their “beloved” Queen consorted with. 

Serah was lost in her own world of self-pity and silent rage that she almost missed his last statement.

“Again?!” she squealed in outrage, stomping her foot in the mud.  “You sick bastard!  Is this how you get your kicks?  Shooting poor defenseless women with arrows in the woods?  Wait til I bring this up to the Territory Court!  I can’t imagine they would be pleased to hear about the conditions that the Wards are treated to.”  Yet she stared at the arrow as it slid into the bow, glaring at him as he moved his arms into position before she swore something very unladylike under her breath and took off running again.

Craft he kept blathering about, so craft she used.  She drew her Rose around her in the best Shields she could call up as she tried to split her focus between her craft and her dodging limbs and roots and vines at her feet.   She zigged and zagged through trees, trying to avoid any sort of clear line in case he was counting on aiming straight through.

After a moment, hope sprang up.  It was working.  He hadn’t hit her.  Already she had passed a point she recognized and the terrain looked different.  She almost wanted to look back and see how far she had gotten, maybe she could afford to take a moment to rest and catch her breath.  Her clothing was so filthy and her skirts had caught on so many brambles and bushes that it was a ruined mess and she couldn’t pay to have it replaced.  Damn Odelle and her whole rotten mess of Court.

Serah slid on a mess of wet leaves and mud and fell on her ass, sliding through the underbrush before being stopped by the remains of a fallen tree, its stump top jagged and rough.  Hissing air between her teeth, she struggled to her feet, her skirts wrapping around her and causing her to lose her balance and fall over again, narrowly avoiding her impaling herself on the stump.  Her hands reached out to catch herself, stabbing a large pointed piece of wood into her hand and making her cry out before she could stop herself.

A whistle of a sound, and darkness again.

Offline Kamal Kapoor

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Re: So You Want To Play at Being King?
« Reply #6 on: Apr 01, 19, 12:29:34 AM »
The cry, and the sudden emergence of Serah from her masking spell was what gave Kamal the shot. After Serah slumped onto the ground again did Kamal sling his bow over his shoulder. She did better this time. Far better. Maybe this whole mess wasn't so hopeless after all.

He immediately stopped though as sweet, delectable copper filled his nose and teased on his tongue. Blood of the Blood. A reservoir of power. While Serah was no Queen the sudden wave that came with sensing it was indescribable. Serah was bleeding. He did not think it serious but still knelt down to check her over. He saw her hand where the broken tree had pierced her flesh. Blood slowly beaded up and then began to slowly run over her palm, a tiny red line following the bead. He wiped the blood on her palm with his thumb, seeing the prick-point left by the tree.

After realizing all she got a stupid kiss from a tree, he scooped her up like he always did and returned to the outskirts.

"Good afternoon, Lady Califf." Kamal said in the same tone he said to her every single time she woke up. "You tripled your time." A tone of respect came to his voice. She was back at the starting point again. This time however he was not showing off yet another instrument of death. Instead he was holding a metal bowl in his hand with steaming stew, adding to the smell of fresh game and vegetables that flooded the periphery. Her hand had been tended to. "A triple jump in time isn't something easily dismissed, especially given your additional challenges." Referring to her clothes. He set the bowl of stew near her and then continued to eat.

"I could tell this time you began to rely on your instincts. You started to step awkwardly, and began to use your talents to keep yourself invisible." He set the bowl aside, resting his hands on his knees. "So. I wish for you to tell me what it is like. Relying on your talents out there in the forest compared to the classroom. Is it the same? What is the difference?"

His eyes practically bored holes into her skull as he took up his tin and began to eat, quietly awaiting her response.