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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 Nathaniel Boesson

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wasting away
« on: Feb 01, 18, 01:26:50 AM »
Nate, who was at the Rockland Court, was trying to kill time because Lucy didn’t need him at the moment. He hated when he wasn't needed because he didn't know what to do with himself here. If he had been on a Boesson ship, he could have found some type of work. Here at Court? Where he filled the role of healer's escort and little else? He wasn't sure what to do which is why he always focused on Lucy. It was probably unhealthy for one of them

However Lucy wasn’t Healing or checking on patients, so she could be left to her own devices. Even if that thought pained the warlord prince. Nate supposed he would leave her alone for at least for an hour.Then he would go check on her. Maybe needle her into a walk, it was chilly outside so he could fuss later because she would be cold. While she was usually patient, but if he checked on her too often, Lucy would push him out or make him fold bandages. He hated both options. Lucy knew that, or rather, knew him too well.

He huffed, more at himself than anyone else who might be passing by. He decided the game he dealt was dead; no way to win so he picked up the stacks of cards. He began to shuffle with a practiced ease that spoke of a long history of playing with cards. At the moment he was playing a version of solitaire, again to kill time. He wasn’t really keeping track of if he won or not, or how many games he dealt himself. His mind wandered as he shuffled. He loved card games, poker especially, though he rarely played anymore.

Youthful foolishness, so sure he would win, he played one too many hands, the stakes too high. He couldn’t pay his debt back and was enslaved. All over a game of Poker. He again thought he would win and free himself, but he wasn’t aware of the hole he dug himself, the hole he kept digging day after day. Towards the end, he was sure he would never be free unless he turned on his owner. Nate thought about it more than once, but each time the fear of facing his owner and his partner cowed him. It was an odd thing, he supposed, for a Warlord Prince, but the partner was a skilled Black Widow. She loved playing with him, enough that Nate feared Widows now. He avoided them; crossed the street if one neared him in town. His brother’s wife, a Broken Black Widow, terrified him so much so that he didn’t linger if he was at their house alone.

Nate dealt the cards, arranging them for a new game. With his mind in a dark place, he was a tad forceful. When his hand stung, he jerked back to reality. He set his hands on the table and slowly let out a breath. It helped. He also reminded himself that he was free and not alone anymore. His former owner was dead, killed by Nate's own hand. Those thoughts helped Nate who finished dealing. As he started his game, he hoped no one had seen his lack of control. He didn’t want to explain it.

Offline Geir Voll

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Re: wasting away
« Reply #1 on: Feb 01, 18, 02:55:40 PM »
Geir adored the expanse of Little Terreille, he enjoyed the diversity of the Territory and exploring all that it had to offer. Although he was granted a bit less time to do so once he'd officially ended up as part of Lady Tiernan's Circles. Much more Courtly business and less free-time, to his chagrin. Sometimes, however, the two things interceded and he was tasked to deal with Court matters in another part of the Territory.

Hence why the Summer Sky-jeweled man had found himself away from Goth and in Rockland Province for the day. He'd finished what he'd been sent to do much earlier than expected, so he decided to take the opportunity upon himself to explore the Province a bit, get a feel for its environment and vibe. It'd been an enjoyable trek thus far, and he'd even found a nice tavern to stop and get dinner at, which had also been amazing.

The Warlord had actually been on his way out of the establishment when he felt a slight chill fall upon the air, causing his steps to halt and his head to turn this way and that in search of the source. Eventually his bright gaze fell upon a Warlord Prince sitting alone at a table, appearing to be playing... Solitaire? Or some modified version of it, at least. The tension dissipated soon after, but one couldn't deny that it was a bit troubling, even if nobody else had noticed it.

A dark-jeweled Warlord Prince on the precipice of a mood was never a good thing. Although who got into moods over a card game? Well... the question sort of answered itself, really. That caste was prone to getting into moods over just about anything and it was considered excusable. The Glacian, however, was hardly about to finish wandering out now that there was the distant potential for danger or trouble. He figured, as per usual, that he could maybe help the other man in some way.

So he decided staunchly to do just that.

Looking around, Geir made his presence known to the other man by approaching from the front rather than behind, stopping a couple paces away from the opposite end of the table that the brunette was seated at. "I've never been any good at that game, but you seem to be quite skilled at it, Prince," the Warlord began with a broad, friendly smile, inflecting a bit of calming Craft into the air as he spoke. It'd always been a talent of his, and if the other man was nearing some kind of rage or anger, it would surely help diffuse it.

Offline Nathaniel Boesson

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Re: wasting away
« Reply #2 on: Feb 21, 18, 02:50:43 AM »
Nate was a bit surprised when someone approached him. Usually, most people avoided a moody Warlord Prince. Sane people, he thought. Nate had a penchant to poke moody males; if he hadn’t, he may never have met Hrodi and the Boessons. His life would be totally different. He set the card down and looked up at the Warlord. Lighter Jewels. Less of a threat, but not without threat. Nate wondered if all Warlord Princes thought along those lines when meeting someone new. To him, it was as natural as breathing. Everyone was graded on a threat scale. Sometimes it was fun to think through why a White witch might be scarier than a Red Prince. Connections could be as dangerous as a Jewel or caste.

Nate smiled at the other man. It was a bit sharp, but it turned easy, softer, as Nate relaxed. He looked the man over and he was hard pressed not to give the Warlord a flirty smile. He managed to keep his smile to just a mischievous one. The other man was attractive: blonde and blue eyes, solidly built and surprisingly taller than Nate. He reminded himself to behave and play nice. Few men liked other men flirting with them and Nate had no reason to make the Warlord uncomfortable. At least, not yet.

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Nate replied as he motioned to the other chair at the table. He wasn’t sure why, but he decided to elaborate. “I grew up in a tavern my parents ran. I used to watch patrons play poker. They wouldn’t teach me since I was a boy. They decided to show me how to play variations of solitaire and war instead.” His smile turned sharp again for a moment as he remembered learning poker in a less friendly way when he hit his teen years.

Nate picked up another card and decided where to play it. “This variation I learned while working on the docks and practiced over and over while out to sea.” Nate didn't like being on open water. Even on a calm, still ocean, it made his skin crawl so the Captain gave Nate a long list of things to do. If he ran out of things to do, he’d make Nate play solitaire for hours. He supposed it had kept him busy. No wonder they found a way to get him back on land. Sailing wasn’t for Nate. He tipped his head to the side as he regarded the Warlord.

“If solitaire isn’t your game, do you have a preferred card game? Or do you avoid playing such games?”

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Re: wasting away
« Reply #3 on: Feb 28, 18, 12:38:47 AM »
The young man was familiar with being scrutinized via an observant, predatory gaze as he'd dealt with such similar things on occasion in Lady Tiernan's Court, so as the darker-jeweled male assessed him Geir remained casual and unflinching. The other man would likely go through and rank him on some kind of 'threat or no threat' scale before relaxing himself, which would in turn put the chill in the air from before even farther away.

The smile he was offered was no less sharp than the gaze he was looked over with, but Geir simply gave an easy one of his own. The Warlord was no threat to the man he'd decided to approach and he was quick to try and reassure the strange Warlord Prince of that. When the other man gestured to the opposite chair, Geir took that as his cue that things were acceptable so he bobbed his head gratefully and slid into the chair, waving over one of the barmaids and ordering a pint for himself, as well as a refill of whatever his new acquaintance was drinking. "Thanks," he said to the witch before she wandered off with the order, allowing him to zero back in on what the Warlord Prince was saying.

"Well, that's pretty neat. I've never really been much of a poker player, my bluffing ability isn't up to par for that game at all. Gambling in general, eh..." he concluded, making a slightly so-so gesture with his hand. Seemed too risky in his opinion unless you knew what you were doing, and no doubt his mother would've scolded him for being wasteful with such things. "Was always more the practical joke type of kid growin' up."

"War I know how to play, so I guess either that would have to be my 'preferred' one. Or, ya know, Go Fish or something," the latter was a bit of a joke and the grin he cracked conveyed as much, but even then it wasn't entirely untrue. Geir wasn't remotely the deceptive type, so games involving a stoic poker face and the ability to bluff were not up his alley.

Realizing he had yet to actually introduce himself to the Warlord Prince despite clearly having gotten comfortable in the other man's presence (as he was usually wont to do with strangers to begin with), the Glacian carefully stuck his hand out across the table for a shake, smiling warmly. "Geir. Nice to meet ya."

Offline Nathaniel Boesson

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Re: wasting away
« Reply #4 on: Mar 21, 18, 03:08:05 AM »
Nate observed the Warlord’s gesture on gambling and tried not to grimace. He loved the game, the bluffing, the puzzle of trying to figure out his opponents. However, the risks were far too high, and the scars on his back were a near-permanent testament to that risk. Or perhaps, the risk an eighteen-year-old could get into.

“There are certainly more beneficial things in life than gambling or bluffing,” Nate shrugged and fought a wider smile. “Practical jokes are useful. Most people walk around with,” a sly look passed over his face before he continued his train of thought, “a stick up their asses. Everyone needs to be messed with--as long as it’s good clean fun.” He supposed messing with the wrong person could be a disaster. Some people were just not fun.

After a moment of consideration, Nate set down the cards in his hand. His eyebrows drew together for a second.

“Go fish?” He echoed. He made an ‘umm’ sound before he called in a bundle of colorful cards. They were held together with a hair band. He slipped it off and pulled out a card, and held it up so that Geir could see it. The card was slightly oversized, with a large, colorful fish with a cartoony grin. “Go fish,” Nate said more firmly. He knew it had been a joke of sorts, but he was prepared just in case. He always carried different types of cards and games.

“I tried to teach my nephews but all they wanted to do was play pirates.” He set the card back down on the deck. Nate didn’t like playing pirates. It seemed like inviting back luck to his respectable friends who had to deal with pirates living. He still hadn’t found a game they would prefer, and he missed when his nephews were younger. They had been happy just coloring.

After a moment, Nate extended his own hand to officially meet Geir.

“Pleasure to meet you, Geir. I’m Nate.” He decided against formal titles or a last name, mostly because Geir hadn’t bothered. Nate dropped his hand and motioned to the standard deck, and the kids’.

“We could play war or go fish, if you don’t mind spending more time in my company.” Nate had to work to keep a flirty tone out of his voice and off his face. He was trying to behave, he reminded himself. Nate held Geir’s gaze for a moment before he picked up the cards from his solitaire game. He kind of wanted to use the kids’ deck to play war, the thought amused him.

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Re: wasting away
« Reply #5 on: Mar 27, 18, 11:56:50 PM »
"I mean, I'm not bashin' it or anything like that," Geir began with a reassuring smile to the Warlord Prince, not realizing that his view on gambling might've been somewhat offensive. Was the darker-jeweled man the betting type, maybe? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to risk offending him either way. As the shift into pranks seemed to strike a chord with the other man, Geir grinned and nodded his agreement. "That's exactly right. Some people are just too damn serious and need to lighten up, ya know? There's a time and a place for bein' serious, but it isn't all the time."

"Yeah... Go Fish..." the blond paused almost questioningly. Had the man across from him never heard of it? It was one of the most common and easy card games to teach young kids as far as he was aware, and he figured you'd practically have to live under a rock to have not been familiar with it. Shortly after, he laughed warmly when the dark-haired man conjured in a familiar-looking deck and he bobbed his head in recognition. "That's the one! Looks almost the same as the one my ma taught me with, actually."

The mention of nephews brought a sense of warmth to the Warlord before it was struck down with a brief pang of sadness. Did he have any nieces or nephews now, he wondered. Had his sister ended up ruling yet? Maybe she took on a Consort and had a couple kids? It was a bittersweet notion as he and Kelda weren't really able to keep in touch with the family they left behind in Glacia, lest they give away their location and what they'd done. "Sounds like my sister when she was small. Not pirates, but she loved princess tea parties, and ya don't exactly turn down an insistent invitation to a princess tea party from a Queen toddler," he laughed.

"Pleasure's all mine, Nate." He didn't bother with titles since the Warlord Prince didn't seem to do so either. That worked just fine for him as he preferred casualty above all else anyway. Looking between the two decks of cards, he was contemplative for a couple moments, not about accepting the offer since it sounded just fine with him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to indulge in the childhood nostalgia or go after something more within his own age range.

"Dealer's choice, surprise me. I don't mind in the least. I don't have anywhere else t'be for a while yet."

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Re: wasting away
« Reply #6 on: Jun 13, 18, 02:55:41 AM »
Nate kept an easy, if not, bemused smile on his face as Geir assured him he meant no offense. Nate knew it was a sensitive subject; he also knew that in most cases, his life wouldn’t be gambled away like it had when he was 18. He still wanted to gamble, though, and it created such emotional turmoil. Better, Nate decided to avoid the whole thing. Even strip poker was so very tempting. He chided his thoughts. It didn’t help that he found Geir attractive. Blondes would be the death of him.

A reckless smile grew on Nate’s face over Geir’s comments. He couldn’t help but think about Hrodi and nearly all the male Boessons. He wondered if they thought smiling would break their faces. He had backed off teasing Hrodi since he had found little ways to get him to smile. The other Boesson males were fair game in his book, even if it was a bit stupid and reckless. Maybe he had a bit of a death wish.

“Some people need a little help removing that stick, though it can be fun to shove it further up.” Nate gave Geir a considering look. “It’s a fine line. I’m sure the pranks will get me in serious trouble sooner or later.” He grinned and suppressed the thought that it was his new way to gamble. No less risky.

Nate tried not to think too much of his own sister or the brother he hadn’t talked to in years. He had lumped them into the same category as his parents: simply not worth talking to anymore, not since they had abandoned him. He had a new family now, even if he hadn’t watched them grow up. He forced a smile and his blue eyes that had chilled warmed again.

“I think a toddler Queen would be terrifying and exciting,” Nate said with a bit of compassion. He hadn’t met a Queen until he was an adult. Nate tried to picture Lady Odelle as a toddler and just couldn’t imagine it, so instead, he reached for one of the decks. Unable to help himself, he smirked and waggled an eyebrow.

“Giving me a choice is an invitation for trouble.” On a whim, he vanished the traditional cards and unboxed the go fish cards. “War with the kids’ deck.” The thought amused Nate and he began to shuffle the cards. “I have the whole day to burn. My healer told me I was being a pest, and she gave me the day off,” he sighed. “Which is so unfair. I was just trying to make sure she had eaten enough.” Nate grumbled towards the end. He was really at a loss on how to spend his day.

Nate dealt the deck, splitting it into two even hands. He might have picked a fancier method but he wasn't trying to show off. "Your pick," he motioned to the decks. He hoped he didn't have to go over the rules, War was a simple game. It was good for passing time and it could last for hours. It all depended on how the decks were.

 

 

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