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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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Offline Kiandra Mondragon

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The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« on: Nov 20, 18, 02:46:55 PM »
Travel in Terreille had been a careful undertaking for Kiandra Mondragon, despite her careful adjustments to her appearance, behaviour and demeanour. Even if whispers made it back to Dena Nehele or the Guild Master about a Sapphire Jewelled Priestess seeking passage to Raej, none would associate that witch with either Shade or elegant Lady Mondragon.

Even knowing she had done an exceptional job covering her tracks had not kept Kia from proverbially looking over her shoulder as she moved through the Realm towards the Dark Gates of Raej. It was an uncomfortable way to travel and she sincerely hoped that she would find some semblance of peace in Kaeleer with hope that she would not be tracked there if anyone even became at all suspicious of her death. As a Guild Leader she had often stopped her own searches for missing Guild Members at the Dark Gates; resources were too hard to acquire and trust in Kaeleer.

After days of traveling, carefully choosing routes that could help cover her tracks, and crossing the Territory in unusual patterns, she arrived at the Court of Raej. Shortly after she had arrived in its borders she had bought a beautifully patterned silk scarf that she had used to cover her head and clothes in a Raejian style; subtle craft had darkened her skin, hair and eyes and made her look almost native. At a glance she would pass for a native Raejian, and though she wore her Birthright Sapphire openly, she actively masked the Priestess Caste from her psychic scent.

Knowing that no amount of bribe would gain her entrance to Odji Khaldun’s inner circles she used a rare code name to denote her power to gain entry and unmasked her scent as a Priestess. It was one she had been aware of politically from a perspective of the Myos Guilds but was several years out of date. Never the less it had seemingly garnered enough intrigue with the Court to gain her an Audience with the Priest Prince, especially combined with her unique and powerful status as a dark Jewelled Priestess. The very caste that had nearly stopped her from becoming Myos, due to its unique nature and demand, was the selling point to help her escape their grasp.

“I’m here to request a favour, Lord Khaldun, but would not insult you by arriving empty handed.” The greeting was unorthodox, but over tea she paid offered him a truly outrageous bribe. Though she never would have called it such, for fear of insulting the Priest Prince. It was an offering, or donation, to respect his authority as the owner of the Dark Gates.

In exchange for such a sum he would provide her with a set of records that identified her as a native Raejian, and it would be those records that would be recorded on either side of the Dark Gate (both in Raej and Little Terreille).

The negotiations took place over exactly two full pots of tea and a set of sweet and nutty pastries set forth by the Priest Prince in offering of their deal. Kia drank when he drank and ate when he ate, showing deference to his power both as a Priest and as the ruler of Raej. He had rightfully taken advantage of her initial offer and used it as a place to negotiate from, as had been anticipated. Bartering and negotiations were an art form here in Raej and she participated despite her own discomfort with the tactics. In the end he did not beggar the Priestess but left her significantly poorer for the experience but had also agreed to ensure that her records were settled in Little Terreille as well. And she knew that would involve payments and trade concessions from the Court to ask for such a favour.

Odji Khaldun wasted no time in delivering on his promises, ensuring that Kiandra was granted swift passage through the gates under an alias of Raejian origin. He would also ensure that birth records would be created for the Sapphire Jewelled Priestess from a remote part of the Territory, should anyone ever dared to delve that far into her new history.

Kiandra stood before the Gate as the Priestesses began lighting candles in a set order, at a set time, to ensure that the Gates opened into the Shadow Realm, Kaeleer. She watched with professional curiosity as they worked through the ceremony with practiced ease and grace and wondered why she had never felt drawn to the ceremonial duties of a Priestess. There was an undeniable bond with the Darkness that others who did not possess her Caste could not feel or describe, but she had never been moved to share that connection with others – only in death did she ever provide comfort.

The Gates opened and without any further pomp or circumstance Kiandra Mondragon stepped through, leaving behind the shadows and shade that had dominated her life.









Offline Jonothan Harmaa

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Re: The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« Reply #1 on: Nov 23, 18, 07:27:39 PM »
Gate City had changed a great deal over the years since Logain Morr's rulership of Little Terreille and  the Marchlan Queens before him. What had once been just a simple set of camps to serve as the staging grounds for farming talent for the Courts of Kaeleer had become a sort of resort city. The new Territory Court had changed the laws and makeup of immigration into the Realm of Shadow. Now travelers were not allowed out of Gate City without written consent from the Territory Court, a bulk of the Territory Guard devoted to assure that everyone entering the Territory was screened and interviewed. The Jeweless, Light Jeweled, and Landen could be seen by lower ranking members of the Territory Court, but those special Dark Jeweled members of the Blood that came through gate were seen specifically by the Territory Steward to settle their affairs and contracts.

The city served as more than just a prison, however. With the shifting of policies to allow for visitation days twice a year, the city had transformed to have hotels, resorts, and businesses that thrived on tourism. The Courts purposefully were slow on allowing for contracts to be finished so that visitors and immigrants to Kaeleer were stuck in a tourist trap for a week at the least.

Kiandra's false identity came up immediately as she came through and she was suggested to several hotels and casinos that she could spend what (little) fees she had left. The tantalizing chance to win back some of the lost wages on passage was an enticing one for many, and the new buildings she'd find in the city had been built upon the dust of what had been razed over to make way for Jonothan Harmaa's vision of the future.

A Sapphire Jeweled witch, Casted or not, was worthy of Jon's attention, and so it was that Kiandra found herself summoned up to the Steward's Office on her fourth day within Gate City. She found Jon set behind four guards, all Jeweled, behind a large iron door, behind a large lavish oak desk on hard wood floors. A small bar was settled into the corner and behind it was a Warlord Prince who openly wore a Gray Jewel beneath his black leather jacket atop a dress shirt he wore with the top two buttons open to reveal a patch of dark hair upon his muscular chest. He was mixing up a drink as Kiandra entered, though took a moment to look her over like a wolf would a particularly tasty-looking sheep.

Jon offered only a small smile behind his clean desk, a small mug of coffee in hand for the brisk morning that had settled over Cloud City. He gestured as she entered to the seat across from him, but did not rise to greet her. "Good morning. Please, have a seat. I'm Jonothan Harmaa, Steward of Little Terreille. The gentleman in the corner is Prince Rook with the Territory Court.

We'd like to talk to you about your future in Kaeleer. How about we begin with your name, your Territory of Origin, and why you're in Little Terreille."
Straight and to the point. "Oh, and if you'd like anything to drink, please, don't hesitate to ask Prince Rook back there. He makes a mean cocktail." Jon's smile bloomed to something more inviting, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "It's one of his specialties."

Offline Kiandra Mondragon

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Re: The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« Reply #2 on: Jan 06, 19, 02:53:51 PM »
The Priestesses had worked efficiently in Raej to open the Gates and she recognized that such skill only came with experience. Raej was the only working Gate that led to Kaeleer and had been so for a very long time. They profited quite heavily from the Gate as would Little Terreille, a Territory who had solely been built around the Gate and as the only access point to the Realm of Kaeleer.

As Kiandra stepped through the Gate she shed the weight of her former lives -both that of Lady Kiandra Mondragon, wife of Gavril Conta, and the Myos Shade. The Kiandra Mondragon who stepped through the Gate was born anew, with the guidance and deep connection with the Darkness. As she stepped into the Realm of Kaeleer she felt lighter, both in body and soul, and felt the guidance and presence of the Darkness in her core. It would be a new life for the Priestess, one that would not be controlled by her father or her vocation. A price would be paid in the guise of service and contracts, but Kia was ready for that, and knew it ultimately would come with an end clause.

The Guards explained the circumstances of Kiandra’s arrival in Gate City and what the process would be in order to leave the walled haven. She’d allowed them to assume that she was a Sapphire witch for the sake of processing, though she suspected before the day was over she would need to reveal to the Court that she was a Gray Priestess. She knew her value would be greater if she shared with them her former role as an assassin, rather than presenting herself as a Dark Jeweled Priestess.

Kiandra had spent her first four days prowling Gate City and sizing up the defences and fortifications. Naturally she tried to hide her intentions while spending a little money here or there, and even gambling a bit of the savings she had brought with her. There was still a healthy amount stashed away in her psychic cabinet, along with various Jewels she had hidden there over the years. She had spread her money around the City without flash or circumstance but seemingly out of boredom.

At last, on the fourth day, she was summoned to the Steward Office. The Sapphire had managed to capture his attention, it seemed, and that was to Kiandra’s benefit.

Trained eyes searched the room for any sign of threat as she entered; those same eyes landed on Jonothan Harmaa and assessed the Warlord sat before her. This was the man with whom she would be negotiating, but it was the darker presence – a Gray perhaps – that caught her attention. The four Guards were of little consequence to the assassin, but the Gray might have given her pause if she were here to kill Lord Harmaa. Since she was not she paid him little mind before she sat herself down in the proffered chair from the Warlord.

“While the cocktail does sound enticing I will pass on the generous offer.” She stated, her voice confident and to the point. There was no warmth within the woman at all and ice laced both her tone and her eyes, though it carried no hostility.

“I apologize for the deception, Lord Harmaa.” Kia stated by way of warning before she released the craft blocking her psychic scent of Priestess, and called in her Gray Jewel to sit on a shorter chain at her neck, doubling with the Sapphire that was already on display. “Please do not be alarmed, I assure you it was for my own safety while I escaped a tenuous situation in the Territory of Dena Nehlee, from where I hail.” She explained patiently and held both hands up in deference to the guards.

“You may call me Kia Dragon, though I have gone by several names in my past.” It was the name she had chosen for herself upon arriving in Little Terreille, but it was not necessarily the name that had been present on the paperwork she had entered the Territory with.

Kiandra was aware that she was in precarious position with the Territory and it’s Steward, but given the chance she thought she might at least sell him on her services if nothing else. She had earned her confident in those particular skills through a lifetime of commitment and calling. And she doubted Lord Harmaa would have any particular need for a prissy, stuck up, condescending, and courtly Priestess. No, she could not tempt him with Lady Kiandra Mondragon, nor did she want to leverage that persona should Gavril Conta ever suspect her death was faked and come looking for her. In some ways she feared him finding her more than she feared the Guild Master locating her, for what Gavril had done to her with his skills of Compulsion were far worse to a woman like Kiandra than the physical pain the Guild Master would be capable of inflicting instead.










Offline Draven Rook

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Re: The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« Reply #3 on: Jan 26, 19, 06:20:52 PM »
Draven had been settled behind the bar, working on a drink and considering the look of the blonde witch's assets when she settled down across from Jon. The Warlord Prince had shrugged easily enough when she refused a drink - after all, that just meant more for him. As he poured what he'd been starting for their guest into his own glass, the unfurling of her psychic scent caught him immediately aware.

Then, the Gray Jewel, caught his eyes sharply, and he let out a genuine, surprised "Oh shit." at the revelation.

Jon didn't get up from his seat, but Draven was about half-ready to leap over the bar and plant his boot up the blonde's cute posterior when Jon's voice hit his outer barrier. Relax, Draven. I don't think we're in danger at this present moment.

"I'm used to a little cloak and dagger, Lady Dragon. I was not aware you were from Dena Nehele - though I'm finding that all of my recent acquaintances from that Territory are the most interesting newcomers to Little Terreille." Jon volunteered with a small smile, his eyes remaining fixed on the (now revealed) Gray Priestess.

Send for Prince Voda in Sanctuary. I'd like him here. But stay nearby, just in case there's trouble. Jon directed with calm aplomb into Draven's mind, and the Warlord Prince hid a snarl behind the glass of liquor he brought to his lips. Some part of him hoped there was trouble.

"What tenuous situation, if I may ask?" Jon asked with what appeared to be a sympathetic voice, his fingers lifting up to draw idly at the hair on his bottom lip in thought.






Offline Kiandra Mondragon

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Re: The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« Reply #4 on: Jan 27, 19, 10:52:25 AM »
After the reveal of her Jewel and Caste Kia remained seated in state of apparent calmness with her eyes focused on Jon, except for in the moment that the Warlord Prince let out a surprised expletive. He matched her Offering strength, though she was deeper in the abyss for her Birthright, and a was a Warlord Prince. She would have been foolish to underestimate such a creature especially when he had the advantage of being in his home Territory and having access to a hoard of guards at a moment’s notice. Still, she was not a woman prone to panic and she had reasonable faith in her own skills to get her out of an unwanted situation should it turn sour.

The calmness she sensed from the Warlord, Lord Harmaa, for the moment acted as her assurance that there would not be any unforeseen attack. Yet.

Cloak and dagger? She had left one, but not both behind, in Dena Nehele. But she did not thing that Lord Harmaa would share her sense of amusement in his choice of words. As well she had left a team of Myos assassins bearing those same names behind in her former Territory as well. It was a turn of phrase, but one that seemed to bring her a sense of unusual amusement given the circumstances. Not that any such emotion was physically or psychically visible within the Priestess.

Lord Harmaa questioned her on the tenuous situation she had left, and Kia paused for a moment to summarize exactly what she had left behind in Dena Nehele. “A coerced marriage and a destroyed career.” Career might have described her former position in the Myos Guild, but it hadn’t felt visceral enough to explain the true context of the circumstances in which she had fled.

“I faked my death to leave the Territory and bribed my way through the Gate.” She explained calmly, as if it was not unusual for a Dark Jewelled Priestess to be forced to flee her Territory. “My husband or my boss might come looking for me if there was any hint that I was alive.” She feared Gavril for the ease in which he had manipulated her with merely a Red Jewel and a charming smile. In a way she feared him more than the Guild Master for the control he had exhibited.








Offline Jonothan Harmaa

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Re: The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« Reply #5 on: Jul 01, 19, 02:51:39 AM »
Jon lifted a slow eyebrow in question at Lady Dragon's explanation for the world she'd left behind. The former one could see as a reason for a change of scenery and certainly, the latter was reason enough to start anew. Her story wasn't exactly unique, but the combination of the Jewels she had and the tale had Jon thinking there was far more to it than the simplistic reasons she'd shared.

He shifted just a bit in his seat to get a better look at her. She was young though not a child. Her sharp lines about her jaw and her nose had an aristo bearing. A beautiful woman, if a severe-looking one. Dena Nehelian nobility no doubt carried itself far different than Glacian and the more urbane Little Terreillian lot, and yet there were some markings about the Blood that seemed universal.

"Forgive me, Lady Dragon, but perhaps I'm just a touch bit more severe than you; You have a Gray Jewel, do you not? Could you not simply force your husband to leave you alone? Does he outrank you in the Abyss?

I have so many questions left lingered in your reasoning for coming here. What career would have ended that threatens a stalking employer? Faking one's own death seems to be a mark of desperation more than standard moving procedures."


He leaned against his seat, propping a hand up by the elbow to cradle his jaw as he regarded her. "Is your business going to endanger my Territory?" My Territory, he'd said, making it clear the desire he had to protect Little Terreille went far beyond the simple duties of his office. There was a possessiveness in that word and in what he'd said. But his words were chilled and calm, polite and courteous, the epitome of a Warlord's earthen roots.

Offline Kiandra Mondragon

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Re: The Ropes Have Been Unbound
« Reply #6 on: Jul 01, 19, 05:37:59 AM »
While passing through the Dark Gate Kiandra had wondered if she’d made the right decision to present herself as an aristo rather than the darker vocation she had truly held in Dena Nehele. The thought of either world coming to hunt for her was a concern, but a Dark Jewels aristo was far more common than a Dark Jewelled assassin. And thus she’d chose to present herself as little more than a Dark Jewelled aristo seeking a new life. What that new life would entail remained something of a mystery to Kiandra, but time would tell. 

She was unsurprised when the Warlord pushed her to explain more of the circumstances, given the unusual nature of her arrival and request for entry. She was a private woman, and always had been in both of her lives, but recognized that she might need to share more than she had originally budgeted for with this man. So be it.

“I have no intention to endanger Little Terreille, Lord Harmaa, I assure you. With your assistance we can ensure that any traces of my former lives remain dead in Terreille. There is nothing that can tie me to the Dark Gate.” The money she had spent on the other side of the Gate had ensured that would be the case. The scene of her death also ensured that no one would look too closely into the case and Shadowstrike, her loyal ally, would ensure that she remained dead. She knew he would take that to his grave.

“My husband had a talent with the subtle application of Compulsion Craft – so fine that there was no hint of the deceit he wove. I could have killed him but that would have caused more harm than good. He had a history of wives going missing and it would have done more damage to his reputation and power simply tot vanish.” She took great pleasure in knowing the fallout he would be dealing with given that his second wife had also gone missing.

“As for my career - In my line of work faking one’s death is the only way out.” Career seemed like such a limited word to use to explain her role as an assassin within the Myos Guild of Dena Nehele, but in correlation to the normal word it seemed like the only word that fit.








 

 

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