Kingsley Family/Alyssa

Alyssa Kingsley
Status:	Alive
Continent:	East Continent
Realm:	Perdan
Titles Held:	Imperatrix of Perdan
Class:	Warrior
Honor:	49
Prestige:	25
Age:	20
Height:	5'9
Weight:
Eyes:	Blue
Hair:	Blonde

Alyssa Kingsley is a Perdanian noble, knight, and military commander. Knighted at a young age, she went go on to lead the armies of Perdan during the War of the Lich Queen becoming an inspiring figure. She has fought on numerous campaigns against the Northern Alliance including the Deception in Winkamus, the Oligarch Campaign, and the Butchery in Brive.

After the death of King Kay Peregrine, she was whispered to be chosen for ascension to the throne, but did not have to, much to her relief, when he was risen from the dead by

Roleplays

• A Lady in White
• The War
• Wayfairer's Gambit
• The Lion (Part 1)
• The Butchery in Brive
• The Gift
• Better Days
• Life After Death
• Stormfront
• The Lion (Part 2)

Wayfairer's Gambit

This story ran from 9/15/2019 until 9/25/2019. The story is told from multiple perspectives during a party held for Duke Smiddich's Birthday aboard his luxury ship Wayfairer's Gambit. Player characters who participated in the story include: Alyssa Kingsley, Isabel Vorn, Kay Peregrine, Smiddich Fontaine, and Ulrick Hawk. Banetal Dragoness was also present for the event, but did not include a roleplaying section. Each character's entry is noted by their family name

Fontaine

(9/15/2019) Roleplay from Smiddich Fontaine Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (24 recipients) Wayfarers Gambit II

Smiddich, the black-bladed pirate duke of Perdan, greeted all of his guests personally as they trod the gangpank onto his ship, the Wayfarers Gambit. He was dressed finely, and groomed, wearing tight breeches, an expensive shirt, and a cape of crushed black velvet. Yet, he wore he rings of steel and brass, wore his hair simply and girded his steel cutlass, a comfortable weight at his hip.

The boat was soon cast off, and the band struck up, many drinks and viands were consumed. Soon, it was not the swell of the sea that had the revelers rolling. The Duke, goblet in hand, had his attention split by old friends and new, attention seekers and deal makers, and an impressive collection of gifts from allies and enemies alike; he had them piled into a heap to rival and pirate horde. A young page in an feathered hat several sizes too large was taking notes with a parchment and quill so that the Duke could write them thanks (and recover his pilfered hat). The ship was like a beacon, festooned with strings of candles and lanterns, her dark timbers swabbed until they shone.

He smoked, and drank, shook hands and kissed fingers, diplomatically sidestepped two marriage proposals and one duel, before finally climbing up into the rigging and urging the muscians to give him a moment. Glasses clinked raucously throughout the ship as silence fell. The Duke looked so damned natural up there, standing in his leather boots on a rope perhaps half an inch thick, before draining his drink, "Happy birthday to me!", he teased, and was immediately drowned out by cheering and the gentle jibes of his peers, "Have a great year, Your Grace! Here's to retaking Bescanon before you grow old!" "Better not get too drunk before hatchets start flying around"

Smiddich puffed on his cigar, "Lords and ladies, Kings and councillors.... friends. Thankyou for your attendance on this, the day of my birth or nearabouts. It is my privilege to serve with and for every one of you. You have my thanks for your gifts and your presence in times tumultuous but not without hope. Please - the galley is stocked with meat and cheese and wine of all strength, so go on and enjoy yourself. Perhaps later, I shall take up the viola and punish you all, but until then.... "Lords and Ladies! Let the competition begin!"

Another cheer! Smiddich swung down from the ropes as easily as any swashbuckler, setting aside his drink to where his attendants had lay a number of wickedly sharp axes and throwing implements; a number of heavy circular targets had been laid against the foc'sle. "Shall we say... 200 gold to whomever can best me?"

Kingsley

(9/15/2019)

Alyssa fastened the gilded clasp of her office to her dress, above her breast. Though the little chain was light she felt it hang heavy on her chest. The dress was white and modest as most of her dresses were. Her aunt had sent her this particular one upon her knighthood. She had had it made to fit her niece's athletic frame and it fit her well, fortunately. Though Alyssa typically preferred more practical clothing while in the field, she felt it was more suitable for a lady to be seen in a dress at functions like these. While at heart she was a warrior, she was still a woman. Besides, the dress was simple and plain and relatively easy to move in. She thanked her aunt for that. Some of the trendier ladies in Perdan could often be seen in elaborate dresses with tight fastenings. Alyssa could feel the suffocation secondhand. While the mail she wore in battle was heavy and hot, it served a practical purpose. Aly could not imagine a good enough reason to subject oneself to such painful gaudiness as these ladies, but their fanciful clothing was highly lauded by courtiers and common folk alike. Alyssa decided her simple shirts and dresses would suffice for her.

Alyssa stood in front of the looking glass making sure she looked suitable. She was no longer just a knight any more. She was the Imperatrix of Perdan, and she must look as a noble lady should. Her stance was rigid and straight as it usually was, her golden locks, usually kept up and out of the way were tonight tied back in a simple braid that fell just past her shoulders. She wore a small silver pendant that belonged to her mother, one of the few treasures that escaped the fire. Thumbing it gently she looked over to the bed in her quarters where the Imperator's Blade lay. Lord Davenport had brought it to her, another symbol of her office. She picked up the scabbard and pulled the blade out an inch to inspect it. The blade was bright and ornate. It was for ceremonial purpose so it was not sharp, but it was a pretty thing and light. Davenport had told her little of it other than she would be expected to wear it in public, and during special events. Alyssa slid the scabbard through the gold-trimmed sash on her waist and placed a hand on the pommel taking a deep breath. She never felt ready for these things, always wary that she might mix up her courtesies or say something foolish in front of the Duke or the King. Feeling as ready as she could, she stepped out of her quarters.

She stepped onto the boat nervously. Alyssa was unfamiliar with ships and barges and the like, and had never actually been on a boat before. The music was loud and joyous and the partygoers laughed and danced merrily. It was an odd scene, she thought, to take place in the middle of a war. Almost as if nothing was unusual. Several courtiers, most of whom she had never met came up to her, congratulating her and granting her compliments and platitudes. By the end of it she did not remember a single one of their faces or names. The Duke himself, her host, even came to her and offered his support and congratulations. Alyssa fumbled through a brief conversation with him before a lovely courtier in a green dress she had not met took his attention. Alyssa wondered what it was like running a city as big as Perdan. It was little wonder he could not leave the city to join in battle, and that the duke's lavish parties were all so well attended. Every man and woman with noble arms in the city no matter how minor must be seeking his favor, and balancing their wishes and whims must take up all his time. Alyssa was exhausted just imagining it.

She retreated to a corner of the ship she found mostly unoccupied but she was startled by the sight of a familiar lady. She allowed herself a quick smile before tilting her head up nobly and walking to her.

Isabel seemed spot her as she approached as she straightened herself and stood at ease. "Imperatrix." she said as Alyssa came to her. Alyssa frowned.

"My Lady." Alyssa nodded to her. "You are familiar. You need not refer to me as such in private. My name alone is suitable."

She caught the other's smile as she replied. "Very well, Alyssa, as you say."

Their conversation was relaxed and Aly found herself much more comfortable conversing with one she was familiar with than the dozens of nobles of the capital she barely knew. Either the evening's wine or the familiar company of her friend gave the evening a much more relaxing atmosphere. For a moment she almost forgot about the sword at her hip and the clasp above her breast that signaled the weight of responsibility she had just been handed at her young age. She even smiled a few a times. Finally the Duke himself called to everyone aboard. "Lords and Ladies! Let the competition begin!"

She had forgotten about the throwing competition the Duke had promised. By the time she and Isabel had reached where the crowd had gathered, she spotted the familiar face of Lord Ulric gathering his axes ready to throw.

"Will you be throwing, Alyssa?" Isabel asked her.

"I am not certain..." Alyssa said uncertainly. "I do not wish to make a fool of myself immediately after my appointment."

Isabel laughed. "You are strong, I am sure you would throw fine. I'd like to see you try."

Alyssa bit her lip in consideration. "Perhaps, my lady, you would be a suitable thrower as well. Surely you have more skill at range than I."

"Hm..." the other woman thought aloud, "Maybe so. But I still think you would do well."

Alyssa took a deep breath and nodded. "As you say,my lady."

She heard Duke Smiddich's boom voice again. "Any other throwers?!" He called to the crowd. Alyssa stepped forward.

Kingsley

(9/21/2019)

Alyssa flipped the axe in her hand. She wasn't unfamiliar with the weapon but she was a swordswoman first, and more used to keeping her weapon in her hand than loosing it. The axes were ornate and inlaid with symbols she had never seen before. She wondered if they were from some far-off land or a special order the Duke had made. Either way they were lovely weapons. When she heard the first thunk and a cheer from the nobles aboard she looked back to see the King himself take the honour of the first throw. The strike was on target just off center. A good throw, Aly thought to herself somewhat impressed. The King accepted their praise with modesty and a charming witticism. Quickly she returned back to Isabel with the axe.

Isabel, holding Alyssa's goblet of wine smiled at her return. "So you are going to try then?"

Alyssa, biting her lip, turned back to look at the king who was accepting the praise of his subjects after his second throw, another hit on the target.

As Alyssa turned back she offered a meek smile. "Perhaps after you show me how first?" She asked holding the handle of the axe to the other girl.

Isabel gave her a skeptical look but took the axe and handed Alyssa her goblet. "I still think you would be better suited than I." She said as she stepped over toward the targets. "Lady Isabel!" The Duke cried boisterously as she stepped up to the line while the king pulled his last axe from the wood.

Alyssa took a modest drink from her goblet as everyone cleared and Isabel reared herself to throw. Alyssa watched as the young lady aimed intently at at her target. She felt a strange sense of pride and excitement at the sharpness of her friend's focus. She had seen Isabel shoot arrows before and they always hit their mark. She was anxious to see if that skill would translate. When Isabel released the axe it spun through the air landing directly in the center of the target. The crowd was silent for a beat and everyone cheered at once excitedly. Even Alyssa excitedly called her name once before realizing that her voice had gotten lost in the crowd.

Even the King seemed to be impressed. Isabel seemed somewhat surprised herself, though whether from the hit or from the sudden rush of attention she could not say. Whatever it was she cooled quickly and threw her second throw, hitting just off the center but in a higher scoring marker, defeating the King himself in the first round. He seemed pleased however and graciously congratulated the lady on her victory while Alyssa took another sip of wine.

Alyssa smiled at Isabel's return. "Well done my lady." She said unable to think of anything else to say. Isabel nodded modestly. "So what should I do to throw as well as you my lady?" Isabel chuckled lightly but spent the next few minutes giving Alyssa instruction while Duke Smiddich and Duke Banetal duked it out. When Duke Smiddich emerged victorious he called for the next. Alyssa met Isabel's eyes and nodded confidently as she stepped up. She was surprised to see her opponent, Lord Ulric, who she had not seen aboard until now.

"Imperatrix." He greeted with a respectful bow. "Marshal." She replied with a curtsy.

I should not lose to my direct subordinate. They need to know their Imperatrix is worthy. She thought, taking a deep breath.

Lord Ulric threw first, hitting a strong mid-scoring marker. Alyssa steaded herself as she stepped to throw, holding her arm like Isabel told her too. She released to her surprise hitting the target, though farther from the center as Lord Ulric. She could see him smile which only strengthened her determination. He hit near his same target, but slightly lower, giving him a fair score.

She could see the King watching her as she stepped up again for her second throw. They trust in you. She thought to herself as she winded back. She threw and watched the axe spin through the air landing in the center where Isabel's had landed before. The crowd cheered, including the King, Isabel, and Duke Smiddich. Lord Ulric smiled as well, accepting his defeat honourably.

"Well thrown my lord." She said as they exchanged respectful bows before Duke Smiddich called the next pair. Alyssa was about to hand the axe over when the Duke called her name and Isabel's as well. Alyssa's confidence plummeted though outwardly she remained as steady and composed as ever. She curtsied to her opponent wishing her luck. As their axes flew, the crowd cheer both of them on, however everyone hushed again when Duke Smiddich announced the results, a full draw. She looked at Isabel with a fire, now determined to win, seeing that victory was only one through away, and feeling good about her previous tosses.

Alyssa threw first landing near the center as the crowd gasped. She watched as Isabel stepped up to throw, that same fierceness in her eyes. She loosed the axe and it landed in the center of the wooden target, where the lady's last throw had landed. Alyssa cursed herself as she turned to Alyssa with a smile. Aly could not help but return it and admit defeat. At least I defeated one opponent. She thought returning to her spot in the crowd, taking another goblet of wine from a server, sipping on it quietly. As the crowd cheered the victorious Lady Isabel, Duke Smiddich seemed quite impressed and perhaps a little drunk, wagering a sack of gold on his own toss against the young lady. Alyssa also felt a little drunk, from the wine and the competition, returning to cheering for her friend now no longer caring whether her voice made through the crowd.

The match was over quickly as Duke Smiddich scored nearly half what he had in the previous round. Too much wine perhaps, gentle duke. She thought to herself and giggled softly. She had not seen Isabel drinking and she threw as well as she had all night. The aim seemed easy to her. Just as Alyssa suspected.

When the crowd returned to mingling and dancing. Alyssa rushed over to congratulate the other girl, uncharacteristically greeting her with a big a smile. "I am very proud of you my lady. The King, the Imperatrix, and the Duke of Perdan were no match for you."

Fontaine

(9/26/2019

A cheer went up as Lady Isabel's axe scored the winning toss. The crowd was pleased and excited to have witnessed the spirited contest between the normally serious nobles, the high stations of the participants making it additionally fun.

Smiddich, the black bladed pirate Duke of Perdan held her slim arm aloft in victory, "My Lords and ladies, dignitaries, may I present our victor! May you never have to face her with an axe in her hand!", he roared, and the crowd laughed with him. He let her go, pledging the gold reward as soon as he was able to attend the bank; it was money well spent for the fun.

"My friends, for you are, first and foremost, thankyou again for attending my birthday gala. As we slowly make our way back home, I want to let you know how much it had meant to me to spend this perfect time with each of you.".

The Duke climbed easily atop a table, raising his goblet of meat,

"To you!", he pledged, "To me!", with a wink, "To Perdan!", they drank.

Later, sticky wine and flavoursome cigars were served, with pastries and cream and other delicacies. The able sailors let loose a fusillade from the cannons, her bronze gouting flame and ash across the bay to the delight and fear of the guests.

Smiddich himself took up the viol and played two numbers, one a jaunty kid and the other more private and some sombre. His playing spoke both of vigorous classical training mixed with ribald shanty. As the boat washed up along the dock, he would give his farewells personally assisting those shaky legs into solid ground, and good evening.

Vorn

(9/22/2019)

Isabel looks toward her friend flushed from all the attention she received during the contest. "You did great too lady Alyssa." being uncomfortable surrounded Isabel looks around nervously for a place less crowded. "If this were a sword contest... well we both know how that would turn out." Isabel says with a small smile. "Do you mind us moving away from the crowd a bit I don't do well with crowds." Isabel asks and starts to move to a more secluded area while fiddling with her necklace

Kingsley

(9/22/2019)

Alyssa took another drink of wine and giggled quietly. "If this were a sword contest my lady, that bag would still be in the duke's purse," She said nodding towards the bag Isabel had won from the contest. "I know not who trained him, but he is famed for his prowess in the tournament."

She quickly glanced to the large crowd Isabel was referring to and nodded at the other, clearly uncomfortable. "As you wish my lady." She placed her free hand on the Sword of the Imperator at her hip and marched a step behind Isabel. As she walked purposefully she took a step a little off, nearly falling off balance but caught herself spilling only a drop of the wine in her goblet. She quietly glanced around discretely but no one had seemed to notice. She took a deep breath and returned to her usual stiff gait as Isabel opened the door to one of the large cabins on the deck.

As they entered, they found themselves in a reception parlor, with lovely furnishings and carpets from a far off land. Alyssa suspected this was a place the Duke sometimes met with honoured guests to make them feel at ease as they discussed business and to impart upon them his wealth and stature. They were not alone in this room as three noblemen drank and gambled at dice on a desk near the back of the room and a few ministers sipped wine discussing matters of coin and state. A young couple flirted on bench tucked away in the far corner. Warm bright lanterns and the nearly full moon lit the room, and though they were not alone, Alyssa felt at ease here much moreso than the large crowd on the deck. The room spun a little as the two ladies took seats near the big oak table in the center of the room, but Alyssa felt warm and content. She reflected on the evening, drinking from one of the duke's lavish goblets.

Moments like these are few in our lives so full of war and suffering.  Celebrating each other and the bonds we share as countrymen.  She glanced at Isabel, who had stopped thumbing her pendant.  This is why we fight.  For Perdan, for each other.  She sighed, still lost in thought.

Vorn

(9/24/2019)

Servants mill around the room with platters of food and drink for the guests. One such servent approaches Isabel and offers her a goblet which Isabel good naturally accepts. Confused on what to talk about since her friend is silence Isabel takes a drink from the goblet while thinking of what to do. Maybe I should congratulate her promotion with something… would she like a gift? Another drink, But she seems to be thinking about something serious considering the look on her face… another drink, Maybe I should... “give her a hug?” Isabel blinks and looks around to see if anyone noticed what she said. Seems no one noticed… “So Alyssa how have you been I enjoy our meetings, I am really happy you were picked as the new Imperatrix I wish we could meet more.” Isabel stops takes a breath finishes her drink and asks “Alyssa are you ok, can I help?”

Kingsley

(9/24/2019)

Alyssa snapped back from her thoughts and met Isabel's eyes, who was looking at her expectantly.

"Ah. I'm sorry my lady," She said straightening. " I am well. I've been thinking a lot about my new responsibilities, the weight is considerable. But I should not burden you with mine own responsibilities. I'll bear them with honour." Alyssa waved her hand dismissively and shook her head, changing the subject, and trying to push the thoughts from her mind. Tonight is not the night to worry of such things. The Duke has spent considerably so that we might not, even for one evening. She thought placing her arm on the table and resting her head in her palm, smiling dumbly trying to focus on Isabel while the room spun slightly around her.

"The army has been on mind all day, I'd rather hear of better things. Could you tell me more of the Beluaterrans, and the land where your family is from? Did you have any friends there? What of your family? Mine own great grandfather fought the terrible creatures from beyond I have heard though I know little about him, only his name and some of the old kingdoms, and a few of the takes about him my uncle told me. His banner was a wolf as well, though the colours are opposite. My squire suggested it to differentiate mine own path.". Alyssa babbled on for a few minutes about her life as Isabel listened intently. When she realized how long she had been speaking she stopped and glanced nervously at the other.

"I'm sorry..." She said shaking her head, which made her dizzy. "I've been rude, talking all this time. Please tell me more of your own family, my lady, I'd like to learn more of you and your family.". Alyssa leaned forward slightly, focusing carefully.

Vorn

(9/25/2019)

Upon hearing her friends request Isabel sits up a bit straighter and takes a deep breath. “As you are aware my family is a bit different compared to most nobles.” Isabel says a difficult expression crosses her face. “ If you remember my family started from a hunter who was raised to nobility. His skill with the bow was unrivaled by even so called masters and his ability to survive anywhere was sought out by many nobles for their soldiers, but neither of these skills were ever taught. There are secrets in the skills that can not leave our family secrets that if they got out could endanger many people, and because of that we are not allowed to talk much about our training or the tests we must take to be considered adults in the family.” Isabel shutters slightly. “ Do you remember the story about the wolves?” Isabel asks suddenly “That event happens to everyone when they undergo that training be it with different animals but for some reason members of the Vorn family have always had a connection with the wilderness and we all have various animal companions. The first had a connection with birds which is why the bird on our coat of arms. My friend and cousin Ellen who stayed on Beluaterra has the same affinity…” Isabel stops and shakes her head, “I am not supposed to tell you this so please forget I said anything. Lets see stories from when I was on Beluaterra…” Isabel thinks for a long moment before tears start to form. “I had two cousins I looked up to. Ellen who is on Beluaterra and her younger sister Helena. There are rules in our family about passing tests before being accepted as an adult and full member of the family, well Ellen was the best of our age group in all aspects she was smart, loyal, and her skills in survival and with the bow was unrivaled in our family but she was too kind to be a warrior. Her younger sister Helena was the opposite she was sub par on most things and even failed to get an animal companion during the test. In light of such things she had two choices, one was to become a commoner and live that life or the second option to become an adventurer and rise to nobility to be accepted back into the family. She chose the second option and she left the Vorn family the same day I started my journey to come here. I haven’t seen her and the family does not keep tabs on those that have fallen.” Isabel starts to cry “ I miss both of them very much and no one even knowing what has happened to Helena is just too much.” Isabel fiddles with her necklace continues to cry and shows no more signs of talking.

Kingsley

(9/25/2019)

Alyssa listened intently, watching Isabel's eyes as she finished her story. When the tears began to form, however, Alyssa became concerned, unsure of what to do. Should I comfort her? How should I do that? She froze, eyes wide with concern as the other cried quietly and Alyssa parsed out what to do. She glanced over at the others in the room, the dicers too focused on their game and the lovers too focused on each other to notice the Imperatrix and her companion on their own side of the cabin.

Alyssa remembered the last time she cried, after the fire when she was still a girl. She had felt so lost and alone. Like there was no one in the world but her. She had nothing but the dress she wore. The empty feeling she once felt crept back, that memory of seeing the last of her life burn away as she stood beside the dying fire. She must have felt the same. Her sisters gone not knowing if she will ever see them again. And then she herself shipped away to a far off land. Alyssa knew that feeling. The grief of losing the ones who cared for her and the fear of the unknown before her.

Aly recalled the words her aunt had told her that day, the last time she cried. Don't fear little dove, Alyssa recalled, You are not alone. There are still those who care for you. And we will carry you until you are strong again.

And she was right. Her aunt and uncle cared for her, loved her, provided for her, tested her, and shaped her into the young woman she was. They were her rock in the storm, and knew they always would be, if she needed them. Poor Isabel is far from home though. So it falls to me. I will be her rock. It is my duty to serve the people Perdan, all of them, however I can; and Isabel is my dear friend. I have to try.

Cautiously, as the room still spun a little, she took a deep breath and moved her chair right beside Isabel's. Slowly and somewhat nervously she put her arm around the girl's shoulder, and hugged her. As calmly and quietly as she could she whispered to the other: "Don't fear little dove, you are not alone. There are still those who care for you. And I will carry you until you are strong again."

Vorn

(9/25/2019)

Isabel clutched onto Alyssa’s white dress. The feeling of the first warm embrace she has had since she was sent to her new home in Perdan. Alyssa’s soothing words help to calm Isabel down enough for her to realize what she was doing and sat back with a start. “I am so sorry” Isabel began tears still in her eyes, “I am supposed to be here and help you but I am just a mess it’s no wonder why they sent me away.” at those words Isabel’s expression turned even sadder but no more tears came. “I’m sorry... I am so sorry I’m ruining the party… Sorry I will leave so you can enjoy yourself.” Isabel tries to get up and leave but realizes she is still clutching Alyssa’s dress. “I’m sorry…” Isabel says as she collapses back into her seat unable to let her friend go for reasons even she can’t comprehend. Instead of letting go Isabel seems to grab tighter as if the only thing holding her together is her hand on Alyssa’s dress. “I don’t know what to do anymore. It feels like I’m trying to swim but I have weights tied to my legs and it takes all I have to just keep my head above water.” Isabel hugs Alyssa tightly and lets out a small shaky breath. “I am so glad to have met you Alyssa I don’t know what I would be doing without you.” Isabel relaxes and slowly lets go of Alyssa tho still holding her sleeve and regains some composer. “I am sorry about that the emotions tend to build up normally I can deal with them fine but tonight I don’t know what it is that is making me like this. I’m sorry I will understand if you wish me to leave so you can enjoy the rest of the party Lady Alyssa.”

Kingsley

(9/25/2019)

Alyssa placed her hand reassuringly on the other girl's. "No my lady, I believe my place is here." You are Perdan my lady, as much as any of us. She looked around the room. The lovers had left to find a lonelier place and the dicers were packing up their game. When she looked out the window she saw moonlight reflecting off of sails in the harbour. "Besides, I believe we are nearing the end of the party. It's gotten quieter."

Indeed, the viola outside had stopped and the noise of the crowd had died down.

"Would you like to stay here for a bit longer, my lady? Or I can escort you back to the palace if you'd like. I am armed to protect after all." She said smiling meekly and placing hand on the sword at her hip.

Vorn

(9/25/2019)

“We can leave” Isabel said looking towards Alyssa with a hint of a smile. “It is probably best to not overstay our welcome and with the party winding down it seems like it’s time to go. I would be honored to be escorted back if you do not mind.” Isabel stand up still holding hands with Alyssa and help pull her to her feet. “Do you think we should say our goodbye or do you think everyone is either gone or too drunk to notice?”

Kingsley

(9/25/2019)

"The Duke has many guests to bid farewell to, perhaps it is best to lessen his burden. I shall send him a letter tomorrow thanking him for his hospitality."

With Isabel holding one hand and her other on the Blade of the Imperator, Alyssa led the girl back out onto the deck where indeed a crowd had gathered around the Duke wishing him well. The two slipped through the crowd and down the plank to the dock where Perdan's Wooden Wall, the grand fleet lay anchored, magnificent sails of white and gold and red fluttered through the breezy night as warm lanterns lit their path. As they walked across toward the city proper, Alyssa stepped somewhat clumsily over the rickety boards of the old docks, still holding Isabel's hand for balance. The sight must have been funny as Isabel smiled slightly at Alyssa's drunken march.

When they both reached the city street, illuminated by the moon and by lantern posts and the occasional patrolman who saluted Alyssa upon seeing the blade at her hip. Alyssa kept close to her charge to maintain her own balance and to assure the other of safety. The blade was not even sharp and they were walking through the nicest of the city's districts, but she still felt the responsibility of her mission to lead Isabel back to her apartments in the palace.

Alyssa did not say much as they wandered through the nighttime cityscape a pleasant feeling of contentness came over her, the haze of the wine and the warmth of the summer night, the simple pride of her fulfilling her duty made her smile dumbly to herself as the two ladies continued through the moonlit streets of Perdan.

The Lion(Part 1)

This story is ongoing as of 11/26/2019. It began on 9/14/2019. The story relates Alyssa's experience leading the realm's armies after being chosen as Imperatrix (general) of Perdan. The story covers several parts. The first part ended on 10/11/2019

Imperatrix of Perdan

(9/14/2019)

Alyssa lowered her hood as she lead her troop towards the gate. As she approached, the soldiers manning the palisade saluted her in the Perdanese style. She rode past them as they stood at attention. As she studied their faces she saw the same looks of uncertainty on all of them They see a child she thought. I will have to prove that I am more. She hoped that she could.

As the gates opened she saw crowds of people gathered she saw crowds of people gathered near the gates, behind rows of soldiers lining the street, holding bright yellow shields with lions and their spears pointed upwards forming an arc above her. Surprised she stopped her horse, her troop halting behind her. Alyssa's elderly squire Graham quickly rode to her side, as well as her portly quartermaster Call Reed, and followed by the singer Maron who had been following her troop for weeks.

Expecting some concern from her squire he instead looked at her with what she guessed was paternal pride, the looks she earned from her uncle when she recited her histories correctly.

Maron smiled gleefully at the scene. "Oh this is the perfect introduction, my darling lady. What a marvelous welcome!"

Reed and Graham both turned to the bard at once. "She is not your darling!" They answered for her at once. Alyssa said nothing keeping her eyes down the road, half-heartedly waving a hand of dismissal in their direction. She watched uncertainly as a well-dressed courtier walked quickly to her position.

She studied the middle-aged man as he smiled warmly. "The Lady in White herself." He said softly. Alyssa could see from the corner of her eye Maron reach in the direction of his lute, before Graham grabbed his hand with a scowl. Alyssa ignored them keeping her eyes on the courtier.

"Who are you, my lord?" She called out to him.

He answered with a bow and replied, "I am Darren Davenport my lady and we are the duke's men, men of the city. We wished to welcome you home."

Davenport turned to the crowd and shouted: "Alyssa Kingsley of the White Lodge, Imperatrix of Perdan!"

The crowd cheered and shouted for her calling her name and cheers of "Perdan! Perdan!" and "Imperatrix!"

Alyssa was somewhat taken aback as the crowd cheered for her. Davenport took a step up to her mare and offered his hand. "Duke Smiddich is hosting a party aboard his barge Lady Imperatrix, he has invited all the nobles of Perdan. Shall we escort you to the palace?"

She looked at him holding her reins. "You may, my lord."

He quickly glanced to the reins in her hand and smiled. "This way my lady." He said taking a step back. She rode along side him as he led her towards the Duke's grand palace.

The Walls of the North

(9/16/2019)

The battle was lost. Alyssa knew it as soon as the Eponllyn army behind the hill overlooking town appeared and fell upon them. Alyssa had sworn as her army broke and she was forced to retreat. The enemy cavalry pursued, the games horses of the north riding down the Perdanese.

The Imperatrix herself had managed to escape the melee and so far the patrols that followed her, but she was all alone in a wooded copse outside an abandoned hovel by a tiny stream. Not even Starlight, safe in a stable in Perdan, was here to carry her to safety. She touched her forehead, where she felt blood trickling down. She quickly smeared it off with her palm, fearful that she had suffered a head wound after losing her helmet. Fortunately the blood was not hers. She wondered whose it was, a common soldiers to be sure, but Perdanese or Eponli she could not say. Blood looks the same. she thought as the exhaustion began setting in.

She figured the patrols must have already passed through, as several dead Perdanese soldiers littered the ground in the little woods with the stream. As she spotted them she saw the corpses of her former soldiers. A young boy named Karl, Ebben the flutist, gentle Fat Father, and all the others whose bones now littered the ground in Bescanon, overgrown and forgotten by all but her.

I failed them again... She thought to herself. They're all dead and it's my fault. The whole realm put their faith in me and I failed them. She had seen Sir Lucius and Lord Joreb struck in the melee, unsure if they survived. Her mind went to gentle-minded Isabel. She shook her head as a few tears began to form. Then a wave of anger struck her. She kicked a nearby helmet that had belonged to one of the dead men before her.

"Why did you think you could do this you dumb stupid girl!" She shouted into the stream.

As the tears started to flow she sat on the ground and buried her face into her knees crying. A moment later she heard the clip of hooves. Instinctively she pulled her sword from it's scabbard and leaped up, eyes still watering.

The last man she expected was Maron, the relentless, foppish singer that had followed her for weeks.

"You should have run, singer." She said wiping her eyes with her off hand.

"Graham rallied us." He said without his usual jaunt. " We were looking for you, my lady. We were afraid you were wounded.". He dismounted and approached her.

"They're happy to sacrifice for Perdan, my lady." He said gently as she sheathed her sword. He put a hand on her shoulder.

She shrugged him off and she sighed. "Are you going to write about finding the Imperatrix of Perdan crying alone in retreat?"

He laughed. "I might. So long as the story doesn't end here my lady. Not a fitting end for my heroine."

"Perhaps it is." She offered looking sadly at the fallen soldiers.

"No, my lady. I think there is much more to tell. Come." He said motioning to the horse he rode in on.

Lady's Lament

(10/1/2019)

Alyssa sighed as she read through report after report. The sunlight was beginning to wane outside her large window in the Imperator's Tower solar. The place still didn't feel like hers; the bedroom was bigger than any she ever had, and she never had a solar. The tower itself was bigger than the one she grew up in so far away in The Hollow and that little tower of course was not attached to a palace. She had her own support staff, both military and domestic, barracks for her guards; anything she asked for she recieved. But despite all the bustle around her corner of the palace, she felt more alone than ever. Ever since she had returned to the capital, they had been stuck here besieged as the northerners slaughtered and stole from the people of the outskirts. Her people.

Alyssa shook her head, running her fingers through her hair and then pulling it up into a ponytail. She grabbed her cloak and the little wolf brooch her old squire Graham had given her. Wrapping it around her she headed out into the halls. As she headed down the steps she passed some of her own guard on duty, the black wolf on their white shields. They saluted her as she passed and she continued down into the lower chambers of the tower, were most of her support staff lived and worked. Many of the cooks and servants were gathered around in the kitchen eating what was left of the supper they had served not long ago. She watched them for a moment as they joked with each other, one of the serving girls flicking flour into the face of one of the cooks who turned red as he laughed. When they saw her they stopped and fell silent looking at each other and her.

"M'lady Imperatrix?" One of the cooks asked eyeing her uncertainly. Alyssa said nothing as she continued down the hall. So many strangers. She thought. As she continued her walk she heard the soft sounds of music from behind a door to one of the equipment storerooms. She slowly pushed the door open and saw by lantern light, the singer Maron who had followed her for the past weeks, sitting on the floor leaning against a crate while strumming idly on his lute, humming a forlorn melody.

The song was sad and yet somewhat hopeful. It felt lonely but warm, distant but familiar. She relaxed against the doorway as the song continued, until he noticed her standing there watching. Quickly he stopped and stood up, taking a low sweeping bow.

"Oh a blessed day indeed that the most beautiful woman in the world has sought me out. My lady, oh darling of my heart, what bringeth you to this humble bard?"

She had begun to ignore his overtures rather than chastise him, as the latter did no good. Instead she replied quietly, unmoved.

"I came to listen." she said softly.

"Then you have come to the right place my dear lady. Shall I play The Lady in White for you? I've changed the verses, it will sound good as new to your precious ears. In fact-"

"Play that song again. What you were just playing." She said before he could finish.

"Oh that is not a song suitable for a woman of your stature. And the song is not finished yet, it has no words."

"I want to hear it." She said with a hint of command in her voice.

He nodded once with a slight smirk Alyssa could not read. "As you wish my lady."

Alyssa entered the room proper and sat down, straight and poised on one of the crates of supplies. Maron sat on the floor across from her, near the lantern and he began to play again. She closed her eyes as she listened to the calm and floating melody. Finally he finished and leaned the lute up against a crate. He took a flask from his coat pocket and took a drink, before holding it out to her. Alyssa shook her head in refusal. She had reports to read and decisions to make tonight.

"You really are immune to cheer, aren't you." He said taking another drink before setting it back in his pocket.

"I suppose it is said." She replied idly.

"Well, did you like my song, my lady?"

"I did."

"And yet not even a smile." Maron chuckled.

"It wasn't a happy song." Alyssa replied.

"No I suppose it's not, but it would have been nice to see regardless. You don't have to shoulder all your burdens alone. Or if for whatever fool reason you decide to anyway, just remember that Perdan needs you, but you also need Perdan. We are at your service my lady."

She studied him for a moment before replying. "You are wiser than you act."

"And you are more scared than you act."

That was true she knew. If the singer could see through her, she wondered how many others knew she had no idea how to stop the North and save Perdan. They sat in silence as she worried.

"I won't play that song for anyone else, my lady. Lady in White is growing quite popular anyway. I must say I prefer it at least."

A hint of a smile came over her. "Thank you, Maron." She said standing back up and heading towards the door.

"Have a good night, my lady." He replied, and she shut the door and headed back up the stairs.

Gods of the North and South

(10/11/2019)

Alyssa trotted behind the main column after inspecting the rear-guard. She could not see the rest of the supply groups, but knew they were not far ahead. With her rode her captain, Tanner, a man she trusted without doubt. She had left her squire Graham in charge of the unit while she rode with back of the army. The roads were crumbly and devastated, the villages and hamlets burned to the ground and destroyed by war. Alyssa hated the sight.

"My lady," Tanner asked. "Some of the men are uncertain about you. There have been some... grumblings about whether you are a coward or not."

Alyssa did not want to have this conversation, but she knew Tanner brought it up out of concern, so she decided to indulge him. "Do you believe that, captain?"

"No my lady..." he muttered. Alyssa glared at him challengingly. He cleared his throat and continued. "It has been a while since we have engaged the enemy. The men are itching to fight. Perdan's of warriors they say, not of hiders."

"The living are hiders." Alyssa replied coldly, before relenting with a sigh. "The rest are dead in Bescanon. Their lives are the price of my recklessness."

Tanner bit his lip as if he wanted to say something but hesitated before saying: "It won't be an issue my lady. Just mumblings is all." Alyssa had a feeling that was not what he wanted to say but she did not prod him. As they continued in silence, a strange sound began to fill the road as they trotted through the burnt village. As they approached she recognized it as music from some stringed instrument, a lute perhaps, she thought. The music was twangy and hard, yet it sounded searching in a way. As the source came into view she spotted an old man sitting alone on the steps of a burned down hovel. He was alone, playing to no one, what little hair he had was on his chin, and his clothes were rags. As the Lady and her captain passed he began to sing, his voice deep and croaky a purposeful, yet somewhat haunting melody escaped:

Gods ain't gonna help you none You'll be sorry for what you done Them gods gonna hurt you, girl When you play with fire for fun When you play with fire for fun

Alyssa stopped her horse as she watched the old man play. Closer now she could see that he was blind, yet his hands moved with an expert quickness as he strummed the instrument. Tanner leaned over. "Something wrong my lady?"

She held her hand up to quiet him, not taking her eyes off the strange, sad old man singing.

They ain't gonna catch ya when you fall

You'll be pleading while you're bleeding

She heard Tanner shift uncomfortably in his saddle as the man continued his grim tune.  She reached into her purse and pulled a gold coin from it, tossing it towards the player, as it clinked off the cobblestone steps leading up the the burned hovel.  His head turned towards where the coin rolled near his boot and he nodded once in Alyssa's direction.  Still, he continued his song.

They ain't gonna hear ya none Don't care about what you done They ain't gonna help you girl You'll be sorry for what you done Be sorry for what you done

"My lady," Tanner noted softly. "The army is getting ahead of us, we should not tarry."

Alyssa hmmed as she turned back to her captain. She shook her head once, her focus turning away from the singer. "Yes, I'm sorry. She looked at the singer once more who continued his song as if she weren't even there. Alyssa sighed and gave him one last look before she began to trot off down the road towards the army. The old man's voice echoed down the lane, and she made out the next bits of the song

Lion, pulls his claws out He'll rip you up for what you done Phoenix, will burn your world down Leave you ashes for what you done Raven, will peck your eyes out You're blinded by what you've done Mother, lonely old gal She'll tear your heart out for what you've done She'll tear your heart out for what you've done

Something about the words made her shiver. She pulled her snow-white cloak tighter around her as the music faded in the distance, the only sound between the two was the clopping of hooves against the cobblestone road.

In Brive

(10/29/2019

Alyssa rode silently through the Brivan countryside surrounded by the army of Perdan, the finest warriors she had ever known. She sat stiff in her saddle, finger tapping nervously on the horn. This will work She told herself. It has to. Sirion was here and with their forces, the enemy host was larger than hers by a number. She wondered if Lyanna was among them, or if she had stayed behind to tend to her people she loved so dear. In truth Aly was nervous. The last time the enemy had scouted her advance and was able to escape. This time, they would meet in the field and she would strike them perfectly where their allies could not help them. If the plan worked...

"My Lady Imperatrix" she heard from her captain, Tanner, who rode alongside her. She appreciated Tanner a great deal. He was a loyal man, the loyalest of all her unit who had been with her since she had first been knighted over a year ago. /If this one's blood was noble and true he could make a fine knight./ She considered. "What is it captain."

Tanner pointed up to a hill around which the Western road winded. A lone horseman stood holding a banner atop the knoll. "They are here my lady." He said with a gulp. Alyssa studied the banner curiously for a moment as the soldiers began to ready their weapons when she realized what the lone rider was flying. Her face turned to horror before she looked back to her captain. "We must withdraw immediately." She ordered.

"My Lady?" Tanner asked as the distant sillouttes of a hundred men appeared over the crest of the Brivan gnoll. The sky was overcast, the bright gray clouds hanging over the Imperial army. And then the sky became dark as a hail of arrows were loosed from the hill.

Suddenly, like a flash, men began dying all around her. Her white mare reared as soldiers wailed and fell and died around her, somewhere she heard a shout calling to charge over the sudden din. As Starlight stood on her back two feat, Aly tried to hold on but the mare slipped on the blood that was now beginning to pool on the battlefield. The horse slipped and fell and Alyssa fell with it, she hit the ground with a thud and felt a crunch on her shield arm. Her pained yells were drowned out by the death surrounding her. Starlight, seemingly uninjured from the fall, leaped back up and began to run from the battlefield, the saddle hanging sideways off of her. Alyssa grunted as she tried to pull her foot loose from the stirrup before the beast could charge away but her kicks were useless and the great white beast began to pull her through the blood and grass of the battlefield. She could feel her armor scrape against the mail of fallen soldiers as she was dragged at speed over their corpses. After some fumbling she took the knife at her hip and cut through the leather strap holding her leg in place, freeing her as Starlight charged through the melee and out of sight.

Alyssa slipped on blood as she tried to stand, the burning pain in her left arm overwhelming her senses. As she got her bearings she hear the clank of steel on steel and the shouts and groans of men. She shook her head and pulled out her sword as a foe charged at her speartip pointed at her gut. Her instincts kicked in she sidestepped, the spearhead glancing off her side, as she lowered the pommel of her sword onto his head. As he stopped suddenly, stunned, she ran him through the stomach with a cry before pulling the blade back out, and leaving him on the ground to die. A sword came at her out of her periphery, and she her the old master-at-arms in her ear. "Back, then parry. Not too close girl." She took a step back and caught his blade with hers, He was stronger, but Alyssa had the advantage and she kicked him in the stomach. The man stumbled back and she brought her blade with a quick slash into his neck. He yelped in pain as blood oozed from the wound and he fell to his knees.

An onslaught of foes came battering her into her own soldiers, she killed several men before taking a mace to her stomach. Alyssa crumpled to the ground and vomitted as she felt another soldier's heel kick into her as he fell backwards over her. She swung her sword wildly and must have hit some man as blood fell across her face. The fallen man crawled away as Alyssa tried to stumble back onto her feet.

This spearman's thrust was true however, and she didn't even see him coming as he jammed his longspear into her side, where the mace had previously dented and battered her armour. She screamed in pain as it stabbed into her belly. He pulled it out and then she screamed again as the spearman's head was lopped off by another who vanished back into the melee. Alyssa fell to the ground again, bleeding as the battle raged around her. She looked up and watch as the clouds were beginning to part above her. She saw the blue skies and the sun beginning to peer through the overcast skies. It was beautiful.

The Butchery in Brive

This story ran from 10/30/2019, to 11/2/2019 after a disastrous battle in Brive ordered by Alyssa where King Kay Peregrine was killed. It outlines the reactions from the various nobles of Perdan after the death of their king. Alyssa's participation in the battle is located above in the scene "In Brive". Her reaction to the battle and the aftermath is located below in The Lion (Part 2)

Peregrine

Kay knew they would lose this battle immediately as the enemy army assembled on the other side of the field. They had reinforcements Imperatrix did not account for. And Perdan's side was missing many of its allied troop commanders. It was too late to fall back though and so this battle had to be fought.

And thus the king's fate manifested on that day. His men fought like lions and true lions they were. A company after a company overwhelmed and wiped out by the unending hordes of enemies. The king was wounded, his blood trickled down his steel plate eventually being consumed by Perdanese sacred soil. It drank so much blood already and still it was not full.

Kay counted the banners slowly approaching his position. Their faces were all blurred. An army of ghosts. A host of revenants or automatons. No matter how many the defenders of Perdan would kill, they always magically reassembled and came back again. For years and years. They did not care. Like they were not real people, but an ancient curse, mindless, merciless, unrelenting. A curse haunting him for his ancestors' sins. One you can not plead with. One that would just suffocate you slowly and silently like a withering disease. "I did not choose this" he thought to himself. He was losing blood and it was hard to think straight.

They started the retreat too late. His bodyguards found themselves the last men standing on the hill. Kay saw almost a thousand men training their bows and crossbows on him. "This time even Shadowdale showed up" he thought to himself. Then: a cacophony of snaps followed by a chilling sound of a thousand projectiles traversing the sky. Bumps of large round shields forming a carapace over his head. Thuds of countless arrows piercing wood, metal, soil, flesh. Sharp screams of pain. Sounds of heavy hoofs and boots closing in.

. His twelve remaining men formed a tight defensive formation around him. A devil's dozen against the great northern host. The archers lowered their weapons. Were the men ordered to capture him alive? Perhaps. The enemy finally engaged. Thirty riders charged head on while two large companies of foot were scaling the hill from the sides. Some nobodies from Sirion and Caligus. But wait, there was a familiar face among the men. Elizabeth the mercenary. The woman who ate at his table and then went on to kill his old friend Emperor Shady and destroy his realm. Now she is back to get his head for her new masters in Sirion.

"May gods forever curse mercenaries. People with no honour and no shame." He thought to himself as his remaining men started falling around him. As he himself reeled from a heavy blow and knelt on the red grass. "What a terrible thought to become a final point of my existence. This does not even matter. Does not matter who dealt the final blow. What matters is the way I lived up to this point. I wish there was one man standing, who I could send back with my last words. But alas, none of my men will be spared. And thus my last words must be thought, not spoken. And my last thoughts are with Perdan. With men and women who survive despite all odds. As I die I feel so much pride, so much joy. That I was a part of this great struggle and that I will not be remembered as a bad king. Take heart, you who I have to leave behind! Perdan will stand as long as you do not falter. So do not falter, as I never did. Farewell, my friends. My kinsmen. My beloved children."

. His eyes were blinded by gushing blood. But he clearly and vividly saw them all before him. Banetal the wise and Smiddich the pirate. Genteel Ulric and poetic Lucius. Maximus the loyal and Samuel the valiant. Pragmatic Benjamin, dignified Druzil. Mikial the ancient, Bo the chicken peddler. Scarlett and Christopher - the new lions. Lionheart Alyssa and the spirited valkyries flanking her: Isabel, Isana, Dustiria. Joreb.. the good man Kay unreasonably doubted. And many other faces less often seen at the court but no less dear to Kay. They were all smiling at him. But their eyes were sad. Suddenly the crowd parted and a woman stepped forward. He immediately knew who she was. Rhiannon his long lost love. "My Rhiannon, but I thought you were dead!" the king thought with joy and surprise. She nodded and extended her arms for an embrace. "Yes, we were separated, my love. But not any more. Come. We earned this". He raised his hand to touch her beautfil face. And then the butcher's axe descended and blew out his light.

Everlight

Isana sat, stunned, eyes unfocused on the missive held in trembling hands.

"The King... no... how..."

Poe

The music came to an abrupt stop.

Lucius was stunned at the news, his mind quiet for the first time in years.

Pryde

Benjamin sat down hard on the burned stump of a tree when he heard the news.

The King was dead.

Another king.

He had seen so many kings fall in recent years.

His elvan companions maintained a watch as he sat in thought. They wouldn't join him in grieving the man. He supposed he understand. Men died all the time in their experience. What was one more? But they held watch so no one else would bother him.

Benjamin sucked in a long breath and came to his feet again. There would be time for grief later. Now was a time of action, and men of action were in small supply in times like these.

Benjamin patted them on the shoulders in thanks for holding watch over him, and they exchanged raised eyebrows with each other. He knew casual physical contact, especially with a man, was not common in their culture. It was why he did it at every opportunity, and the two elves who had chosen to leave fallen Oligarch with him had long since resigned themselves to his oddities.

And today he would show them another oddity. They would have mourned for weeks if one of their own died. Especially their ruler. But today, Benjamin was going to do something that would really throw them for a loop.

He was going to get back to work, because there was no time for mourning at a time like this.

Noire

Blood covered and in shock she looks at all the fallen. She failed her duty to protect the Imperatrix. Half her men dead the rest scattered to the wind. Worst was realizing the king had fallen. The one who accepted her first when she crossed the border into Perdan on foot with nothing. Her eyes close briefly pain on her face evident before her warrior face slams into place. Her charge was not dead. her duty to the Imperatrix and Perdan still was there alive as she was. She rallied her men and searched for Alyssa to help bring her home.

Stewart

The arrow still lodged in his shoulder, Christopher tried to notch another arrow but could not. He sat in complete disbelief as the King fell. The man who took him at his word when Christopher sent the message asking for a chance. He accepted the man from Shadowdale when all he had to do was dismiss the letter.

Christopher would do everything he could to avenge his King's death. He promised himself that.

Fontaine

A cool wind blows on the fields of Brive as the armies of Perdan, Vix and Perleone set up hasty fortifications and set their lines to defend. They were more than outnumbered; the attackers had more than twice the men of the defending rank - history would be made today in this rural midlands.

Smiddich and his men were in the front line, with the cavalry ready to unleash hell. The Duke men, like the Black Bladed Duke himself, were heavily armored titans, standing grimly against their cowardly foe.

Archers exchanged a few volleys as the men and horses began their grim advance. Emperor Stanmore and his unit took heavy fire, and the Imperial line faltered Stanmore Stromhar, Emperor of Perleone, Royal of Perleone has been wounded by Pride (22).

Yet in return, the Sirion Commander, Marshall and Duke was wounded by the King of Perdan himself; grim tidings of the battle to come. Elric Altenahr, Commander of Sirion, Duke of Sirion, Margrave of Sirion, Marshal of the Army of Sirion has been wounded by King's Guard (42).

Smiddich and his men overran the guards of one Sirion lordling, smashing through his lines and running through the Count, swords a'piercing and maces crushing hip and shoulder. Theodius Goldhammer, Count of Tallbar has been wounded by For the King (40).

They were fully surrounded now. Allied Southern knights were cut off from retreat and the Northern cowards circling. The defenders are vastly outnumbered, and panic spreads throughout their ranks.

"An opening, there!", shouted Smiddich, as he rallied the King and their men to push through, retreat! It wasn't until the fierce melee that Smiddich realised his own surcoat was sticky with blood, and a throbbing in his side - probably not mortal, but deep.

Smiddich Fontaine, Duke of Perdan, Margrave of Perdan has been wounded by Stoutbone Axemen (28).

His legs faltered for a moment, lost his footing, and Smiddich fell to one knee as the same lord dashed the sword from King Kay's hand and ran him through. Kay Peregrine, King of Perdan, Royal of Perdan has been killed by Stoutbone Axemen (28).

An anger welled inside of the Duke of Perdan. All around his men, lords and knights and friends were falling, dying! Kay pushed himself off the blade, his final act of defiance. Smiddich felt a well of anger and resolve rising, and he pushed himself to his feet, You are recovering from your wounds, and able to act!

An axe, hastily thrown, is a formidable weapon, even should the blade miss the mark, there is a length of timber that the face will not forget. Fortunately for the Duke, his blade did not miss. He stumbled, hand to his side, but Kay was there, still and unmoving. His horse whickered, bloodied, as Smiddich loaded the beast with his rider and smacked its rump.

"Fall back! To Perdan!", shouted the Duke, wondering if this was the beginning of the end.

Hawk

Ulric Hawk swung his sword down hard, cutting through the Sirion boy, he watched as as the blood started to pour from the body, and the boy fell to the ground. The grounds were covered in mud and blood, and there was nothing but chaos going around Ulric. His men were falling left and right, and Ulric shouted, "Captain Reikhard! Status?!"

With the melee occurring all around him, Ulric had lost sight of his Captain. In fact, he started to realize the men he was fighting alongside, most had fallen. He was beginning to become surrounded in the chaos. Ulric kept swinging his sword, sometimes clashing it against steel, mostly just cutting into whoever was around him. That is when he felt the sharp pain in his back. He spun around and saw a soldier preparing to swing his sword again at him. Ulric parried the blow, and kicked with his left leg, knocking the soldier down. Ulric quickly brought down his sword, cutting into the belly of the soldier, spilling out the last meal the soldier was able to enjoy.

Ulric took a couple steps back,and reached to back. He felt the warmness of his blood, and knew he had been cut. There was no way to know how bad it was, but first he had to reuinite with his men and his captain. Fighting through the sea of soldiers, he saw his captain kneeling over a dead boy of the Iron Fury.

"Sir, we don't have many men left. A handful. We have to retreat."

Ulric knew it was lost, but before he could make the order for retreat he heard Duke Smiddich's voice in the distance. Something about it, something was off.

Ulric fought through the crowd, making his way towards Smiddich's unit, when he saw it.

Kay Peregrine, motionless. Ulric Hawk knew what it meant, but he pushed back those thoughts. He had a job to do. Working his way back to the Iron Fury, he gave the order for the retreat. He felt his back start to worsen. As he and his remaining 12 men pulled away from the battlefield, heading back to Perdan, he didn't think about the possible doom this meant. No, he heard how many nobles had been wounded in this battle. He knew how bad it was already, instead he thought back to the tournament in Avamar.

He thought of laughing with Duke Smiddich, and seeing enemies in a different light. They were all equals at that tournament. No one was killing anybody. He had seen across the battlefield the same men and women he competed against. Except this time it was for keeps. This time, to lose meant to die.

He knew it would be that way for now on.

Kingsley

"You're lucky." Master Chance, Alyssa's personal healer told her as he finished changing the bandage on the gash on her belly. She didn't feel lucky but she said nothing. Her body felt broken and she had been slipping in and out of consciousness on the ride back to the city. Resting in her bed in the Imperator's tower she sighed as the healer gathered his things to put back in his bag.

She supposed the old master was right. Had Dustiria not found her and dragged her from the field during the battle, she would likely be dead. She supposed she would need to thank the king for his appointing Dustiria as her guard. She had always thought she did not need one, but reflecting on it now, having someone to watch her back was clearly a wise decision. Together... She thought, laying her head back down and closing her eyes. That's how we must win this. Together.

She heard the door to her quarters open and watched as her quartermaster, the short and portly Cal Reed entered, removing his helm as he came into her presence. So not all was lost, I still have my loyal soldiers.

"Heard you had woken my lady." He said. His voice was deep and grumbly but Alyssa knew he was a fellow of good humor and heart.

"Only just, lieutenant. I am glad you are still with me." Alyssa offered

Cal and Master Chance exchanged a glance. The healer returned to filling his bag while the quartermaster grimaced.

Alyssa's face turned to concern. "What is it Cal? Who did not make it home?"

"The Captain..." Cal muttered looking at the ground. Chance picked up his bag and gave the other a warning look before walking out the door.

Alyssa closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Tanner was the best of her men, her most loyal, her bravest. Her captain was gone. She thought of all the other soldiers she had lost, she remembered most of their names, but none of their faces. she wondered how long it would be before Tanner's face would be gone as well. She wanted to cry, both from the pain in her arm and her wound as well as from the loss. But she wouldn't.

"How many survivors?" Alyssa asked flatly

"8. Myself, Gordon, Flat Dick, Grevin, Alain, Dorian, and Michal. Master Graham is severely wounded. He may not live.

Graham... Alyssa gulped. Her gruff old squire. He was almost fatherly in a way, more than her own, though he would sometimes treat her as a child. She would miss it, she feared, now that it might be taken from her. Live you stupid old man. I can't lose you too...

Cal looked grim still. It did not sit well. Nothing about any of this sat well with Aly. "Who else." She demanded.

The squat portly man glanced back up from the floor. "My lady. The King."

Kingsley

Aly stood at attention as one of her men attempted to light the fire. He was struggling, she noticed. The lad was just a boy, though he was only a year or two younger than she. He was a miller's son and it seemed as if he'd never started a fire in his life. She waited patiently as he tried to light the torch, standing as still as stone. Her side still hurt. Her healer had warned her not to move around too much, descending the stairs of the Imperator's Tower was painful enough, but the sutures had not broken. She had to see this though. To be here for it. She owed him that much.

Cal Reed, Alyssa's new captain, and old quartermaster stood by her side, chewing on his moustache impatiently. Alyssa's eyes moved from the boy to the man on the pyre. Her former captain Tanner lay upon it. The fatal wounds he received in Brive were sewed up, he looked much unlike the mess that he looked when his body was recovered. The rest of her company stood at attention as well watching the boy prepare the torch to send the young captain of Alyssa's unit to the beyond. Most of them did not know him, she knew. They were new recruits and hadn't even met the brave man called Tanner who had followed her into hell for so long.

I failed him. I failed the King. I failed the realm. And now Tanner, and Kay, and likely Graham are dead. She tried to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. She was the Imperatrix of Perdan. She had to be strong. Everyone I care for is killed by this awful war, and my carelessness. Who would be next? She thought of the weary smile of Lord Ulric, the bright adventurous eyes of Isana, her gentleheartEd Isabel. Why did I think I could do this. I'm just a stupid girl from Whitewater. Finally one of her lieutenants, Gordon, a sullen man with a grim sense of humor snatched the torch away from the fumbling boy and struck the flint himself lighting the torch. He set it down among the bundles of wood on the pyre, where the old captain lay.

The Flames grew as the small company watched them consume the fallen body of Tanner. Alyssa closed her eyes listening to the fire crackle loudly. The roar of a lion. She thought.

The flames consumed and died down, and no one spoke a word. One by one they left, their respects paid until only Alyssa, Cal, and Gordon remained. The dark-haired Gordon approached, clutching his hand.

"Got a bit too close when I was lighting the damn thing. Bit of an asshole, Tanner, burning me hand like that. Don't worry it happens everytime I light one of these."

She glared at him, and he held his hand up. "Sorry m'lady..." He glanced back at the ashes and burned bundles. "He looked peaceful my lady. Finally escaped this war."

She frowned sadly. "Yes, he did. He served loyally."

He nodded once. "When I beef it m'lady, get me one of these as comfy as that one looked."

Alyssa glared at him again. "You're dismissed."

"Aye." Gord said taking his leave with a shrug.

The short new captain put a hand on her arm. "My lady. It seems dark now, but there is still hope."

"Is there, Cal?" She said shying subtly from his touch. "I am not sure of that. For the next pyre will be for the King that I killed."

Cal sighed. "You didn't kill him m'lady. Twas this war that killed him. And yes, he's dead and nothing's gonna change that. But someone new will rule. Someone who can save us all."

"And who is this mythic hero you believe will deliver us from evil?" she said with a frown.

"You, my lady." Cal replied, resting a hand idly on the axe hanging from his belt before he turned to leave.

Alyssa bit her lip nervously as her captain walked away, leaving her alone beside the dying fire.

"I can't..." she muttered to herself. "I'm just a girl from the woods."

Camlann

First light crept over the fields of Brive. The devastation of the region's formerly verdant lands coming into sharp display - where once grew grain, the fields were littered with blood and gore. A great battle had taken place here, a great battle in a war that had continued for all living memory.

Amidst the desolation, a lone man rode atop a white horse - a staff secured to his back and the twin sigils of a wolf and lion on his livery betraying his allegiance to Perleone and the noble House Camlann. Scouring the battlefield, it seemed as if he sought someone on the field of death, and so when he finally laid sight on a small row of golden tents, he spurred his mount towards the makeshift Southern encampment.

The encampment itself bustled with activity, it seemed all those left alive in Brive had been conscripted to care for the wounded and dying. Healers rushed to and fro, tending to the injured that had been rescued from the field of battle. For most, there was no hope, their bodies broken, their wounds too severe, their infections too deep. Towards the centre of the encampment, a small assembly had gathered to pay their respects- here had fallen King Kay of Perdan, a warrior on the field of battle.

Dismounting his horse, Gaheris of House Camlann hurried towards towards the assembly - Three days he had ridden, straight from the White City when he heard the news. Emperor Stanmore was said to have been seriously wounded as well, however he had received word earlier in the night that the Emperor was beginning to wake from his long stupor. King Kay, however, lay in state in front of the assembly, his body unmoving draped in the banner of Perdan, his sprit seemingly having moved on to another world, his worldly remains awaiting only the word of the lords of Perdan to be buried in their city.

Brushing through the distraught assembled dignitaries, he made his way to towards the body, staff in hand. Gazing on the King's body atop the coffin, it was clear that the cycle of decay had begun, he would need to be swift to have any chance of success. Taking a measured breath, he stepped closer to the coffin - the smell of death polluted the air. Reaching into his waist pocket, he removed a small scroll, memorising the words of power, before stepping forth and laying his right hand where Kay's heart once beat.

The Staff of Little Ogre had begun to glow faintly in the presence of death and magic. As Gaheris recited the words of power, he felt a small pulse in his fingers as the energy of the spell began to to course through Kay's veins. The chill of the morning air seemed to have dissapeared, and the sun, clouded and low in the sky but moments ago, shined brightly, bathing Gaheris and Kay in a bright light that seemed to be drawing away the pollution and death of days past.

Transfixed, Gaheris stood still as he beheld the transformation of the man before him - his breath first in raggedy bursts, then as his heart, more steady. The sickly cold pallor of his skin, to warm and rose. The grievous wounds of battle, mended within mere instants, willed by the healing bond of magic, leaving only scars in their wake. The assembled crowd remained silent in shock and awe, as the beheld life return to the fallen King. And then, as suddenly as it came, the light of the Sun dimmed again, as the transformation was complete, and the Fallen King's eyes blinked open.

King Kay had Risen.

The Gift

This story ran from 10/12/2019 until 10/13/2019. Three player characters take part in the story: Alyssa Kingsley, Dustiria, Noire, and Nemean JeVondair Renodin. The story details Dustiria's joining Alyssa's unit, and a strange message from a foreign noble. Parts are listed by their characters

Noire

(10/12/2019)

She has her horse trot up to the Imperatrix. With a hand movement she has her Calvary fall in behind. "I am glad to join you. These orders I was happy to receive. " she looks over at the woman in a white cloak she rides beside taking note of the dour expression. "Do not doubt yourself Imperatrix. You are doing well. Perdan stands with you. "

Kingsley

(10/12/2019)

Alyssa watched as the cavalry approached, her Captain, Tanner, by her side. Looking at them, she realized that stature the youthful girl in the white cloak and battle-worn armour was not the image most would think of "Imperatrix"; and the weary now-bearded captain, his wolf-blazoned shield dented and chipped did not seem near as gallant as she knew he was. But she was the Imperatrix and he was her captain, and she sat proudly atop her Starlight as the other approached, the girl from Eponllyn and her horses. Tanner hailed them, and Dustiria Noire halted her unit before them.

"Do not doubt yourself Imperatrix." She offered sincerely, "You are doing well. Perdan stands with you. "

Alyssa nodded once and glanced behind the girl before her. The Noire Cavalry were not many in number but they seemed impressive with their lances held aloft and their glimmering mail shining in the sun.

"I've had a section of mine own camp set aside for your use." Alyssa said plainly, turning her horse towards the encampment. "Fall in order." She commanded as the company began to trot towards the Perdan camp. "The horses will be a bit more close quarters than they are used to. My company carries only a few. If you need anything see Cal Reed, my quartermaster. He's the short burly fellow. You've met my captain, I recall?" Alyssa asked motioning to Tanner at her side.

Noire

She offers a warm smile to the captain before responding to Alyssa"I do indeed Imperatrix. I am sure the space provided will be ample for my needs. The horses will be content with a good grooming and the grain we carry with us. Let me know if there is anything my men or I can do to assist you."a gauntlet covered hand pushes her orange bangs out of her eyes,"maybe we can share a pint of ale while we reassure the locals here?"

She rides closer and lowers her voice so none may overhear,"my lady I have received a kind letter from the only eppy noble that wrote me. From Nemean JeVondair Renodin. Would it be treason to respond? It held nothing but concern for my well being. Here you can see for yourself" she hand it over looking worried. It reads..

Dame Dustria,

It's been quite some time since last we had any contact and I simply wanted to ask you how you are.

Does the proverb: The grass on the other side is always greener hold true? I imagine it well might, Eponllyn has been exceptionally quiet. More so than before you left even. Hard to imagine perhaps. The latest needle that could be heard falling on the ground was the Talon, the General saying how he wanted to see the destruction of Perdan and the return to his homeland.

Quite a piece of propaganda I must admit. Many see it for what it is I suspect. However that doesn't inspire the Nobles to speak up though. I'm told you now lands in the Lorient these days. My mind conjures an unspoiled coastal region where stout bluffs defy the gentle waves of the ocean. Stands of trees blending into small pockets of woodland offering shelter and playground to a myriad of small creatures. In between all this I imagine rolling low hills dotted with craftsmen vineyards. Proudly tended and handed down the generations.

Perhaps I am entirely wrong but its a nice fantasy. Maybe you could tell me about it?

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin Knight of Commonyr

Kingsley

(10/12/2019)

"I'm afraid I am not a girl for the bitter taste of ale." Alyssa said as they finally arrived in her own camp. "There may be may be some wine amongst the supplies that we could share at some point. Speak to my quartermaster, if he hasn't drunk it yet," she said shaking her head once as they passed under the white banner with the Kingsley wolf standing proud. Alyssa could hear her men singing along to some tune she was unfamiliar with. As she glanced over to the mirthful men she spotted the singer Maron strumming along with a smile. He caught her gaze and gave her a mischievous smile before continuing his playing.

"Welcome to my humble camp, my lady." Alyssa said turning back to Dustiria. "I am not certain what precisely the king wished for you to do but I have no commands for you, you are free to do as you like."

It was then a drab looking fellow in a black fur cloak approached the two. "My lady," the Lieutenant said glumly. "Welcome back."

"Thank you Gordon, you'll be taking our horses?"

He looked at Dustiria and then behind the two ladies at the Noire Cavalry. "All of em?" He said with a grimace. "I would draw horse duty tonight wouldn't I. Well I suppose I should be grateful it's not battle duty. Even with the extra ones it'll be less sh*t everywhere than battle duty. Err... Pardon my ladies." Sullen Gordon rambled. "I'll take care of em' don't ya worry My Lady."

Alyssa raised her eyebrow in warning towards him as she dismounted. "See that you do."

She gave Dustiria a weary, somewhat forced smile. "As I said, you are free to do as you like."

Noire

(10/12/2019)

"how wonderful you have a bard" she listens appreciatively as they go by. "Wine would be lovely. You might like honey mead too.the king just told me to help protect you. That is what my men and I intend to do. You may get tired of me underfoot."she nods to Gordon,"nice to meet you. My men will care for their horses,"she dismounts ,"do becareful with Belmont. My stallion can be a bit...frisky" she smiles and motions her men to fall out of formation. She straightens her purple and black tabard and falls in slightly behind and to the left of Alyssa. "Lead on my lady"

Renodin

(10/12/2019)

Where it might've been highly unusual or at least against protocol it seems that one particularly well spoken man with a quiet disposition managed to get himself announced to the Imperatrix of Perdan. His style of dress wasn't local and not even regional of the south. The robe he wore cut in such a way that it both served to lend his posture grace and at the same time rendered functionality on the road. On which he surely must've been for some time before arriving. His eyes are of a dark oaken color and the words that emerge from his mouth are measured and often quite gentle. While clearly not a noble it'd be hard to dismiss his embedded affluence. He might not be decked in jewels and neither does he carry any particularly outlandish garb, the simple quality ingrained in every piece of his attire nudges any doubt of his means firmly out of mind.

Draped around his shoulders is a thick leather cape lined with the fur of ermines. Before the man was brought to a waiting room he was said to have taken the time to groom his horse himself. Insisting that he did not mind the task and preferred doing it himself. What stood out was that the man had brought a sturdy leather trunk. Its surface worked so finely and with such care that the material was transformed into a bright amber skin. Curiously, there were two finger sized holes in it, near the handle. The man very carefully handled said trunk, at least, so reckoned your servants.

Upon asking his business he offered two pieces of information. The first was that he came on behalf of a Noble party. The seal and paper he presented for this claim consisted of a single page with upon it a clear sigil of the Realm of Perdan. The second piece of information constituted a phrase. In case there might be more Troll Kin in the Perdan Mines.. Supposedly this would make sense to the Imperatrix the man suggested. Enough so that she might deign to receive him.

With that he was content to give it some time and wait it out. Politely asking for some spiced tea as he made himself comfortable in the waiting room.

Kingsley

(10/12/2019)

"No tea."

The grim looking old man scowled at him, his old, dented armour barely reflecting the lantern light in one of the Imperatrix's pavilions. The noble sigil on his breastplate, a sheaf of wheat, was almost entirely faded. He glanced at the paper again and somehow his frown deepened. "She's the busiest girl in Perdan so don't hold your breath. Stay here." he growled, putting a hand on his sword and walking out, paper in hand.

Several minutes later, the old warrior returned, with him two young women in light armour neither of whom could be twenty. One with red hair and a tunic of black and purple was quiet and watched the envoy with an uncertain curiosity while the other with hair of gold tied back in a ponytail stood proudly at attention, her hand on a sword at her hip, a white cloak over her shoulders clasped with a brooch depicting a snarling wolf. She looked at him with a stern but weary gaze, the cold blue of her eyes searching him for answers.

"Alyssa Kingsley, Lady of the White Lodge, Imperatrix of Perdan." The old man announced a hint of pride in his gravely voice, motioning to the lady in white. She said nothing and the old warrior continued, motioning to the other girl. "Dustiria Noire, Dame of Lorient."

The man then took a step back, and Alyssa took a step forward. "I am told you were sent to give me something." She said, glancing at the trunk.

Renodin

(10/12/2019)

A gloved hand found perch over his heart and the envoy bowed. In the motion he carefully placed the trunk beside him on the ground. His cape veiling and unveiling the item as he rose again. Calm brown eyes passed from one of the young ladies to the other. I did indeed come here bearing a gift, Imperatrix Kingsley. Forgive me the time I steal as I take it to offer proper respect to Dame Noire. With that he made a second bow.

Turning his attention back to Alyssa. I must caution you however. This gift may require some time to fully appreciate. The rich delivery of the words laces them with a worldly quality. The man kneels down beside the trunk. His hands working on the straps. A leather flower emerging on the ground as his cape spills from him. Perhaps. A pensive pause that includes the motion of his hands. Perhaps this may ease the, shared hardship, you and my master at times feel. Lips formed a warm expression. He would have wanted me to say something along those lines. Although he didn't quite word it that way. Oaken eyes glanced up at Alyssa before they returned to the trunk at hand.

The straps became undone and the man turned the lid to face the Imperatrix. He whispered to the trunk. Coaxing almost, was it not for his seeming practiced paternal tone. As the lid rose the light revealed droopy and charcoal colored ears. A small hump holding the two together which ended in an even now, robust snout tipped with a broad black nose. Two dark anthracite, well spaced eyes looked up. Regarding the humans about the pup shook its tiny body and pawed the inside of the trunk.

Looking at the puppy for a brief moment the man stood up again and took a step back. I hope it.. The tiniest of barks fiercely interrupted the words, eliciting a a small chuckle from the man. I hope this gift may find your approval Imperatrix. It is a Cane Corso. With that he bowed again, awaiting her response.

Noire

(10/12/2019)

She inclines her head to the envoy as he bows to her. Her hand does not leave her sword hilt as she stands ready slightly to the left and behind the Imperatrix. As he works to open the trunk her shoulders go back and she looks ready to spring forward. Confusion crosses her face as the dark brown puppy is revealed. Her stern warrior face melts into a smile she can't help. "A cane corso...I haven't seen one since I walked away," she says almost too quiet to hear. Louder she says , " if I may ask Imperatrix who sent this? Forgive me if that is to forward to ask. " her own brown eyes look curious from Alyssa to the envoy and back before resting on the puppy.

Kingsley

(10/12/2019)

Alyssa took her eyes from the pup to glance at Dustiria. "It was your newest friend that is behind this my lady."

The puppy hopped from the trunk and sniffed around his new surrounding, following his nose to Alyssa's boots. She knelt down to pet the creature, taking off her glove as it sniffed her hand and licked her finger. She gave it a gentle stroke across its back, as it wagged its tail.

"Tell me messenger," she said looking up at the man with a eyebrow raised in challenge. "Was it Sir Nemean's idea or your own to carry this poor creature locked away in a dark trunk? The babe must have been frightened."

The puppy sniffed around again, curious of his new surroundings, bounding about as he explored the tent excitedly wagging his tail.

"Or perhaps not," she allowed, as the little dog pawed at a table set near the corner of the pavilion. "He seems quite brave."

As the puppy crossed by her as it wandered about the tent she pet it again as a slight smile crossed her face.

"You may stay under our protection for the evening" She said to messenger. "I will send you back with a letter to your Sir in the morning."

Noire

(10/12/2019)

"oh," she looks at Alyssa surprised. "You must be close friends for him to send you such a special gift. " She smiles as the puppy explores the tent,"he sent you a companion for at least the next decade. A cure for loneliness on four paws. A confidant that will never leave your side. Priceless loyalty and total love," she laughs softly,"forgive me. Sometimes I think I understand animals better than people. Name him well my lady. " She heads to the tent opening,"by your leave Imperatrix. I think I will watch the moon for a bit before I rest"

Renodin

(10/13/2019)

With those words the envoy made his final bow before making his departure from the tent. Leaving both the pup and the trunk behind. Once outside he settled in beside one of the small campfires but not before producing a small lute from a saddlebag. Plucking away a lazy tune as he enjoyed the glowing warmth that emanated from the fire.

Better Days

This story ran from 11/3/2019 to 11/5/2019. It details Alyssa's feelings after the death of the King Kay Peregrine. She meets with Isana Everlight and has a tender moment with her.

Everlight

(11/3/2019)

Isana squinted at the leather pauldron in her hand. It creaked back at her. She gave it another halfhearted polish, the supple and well-glossed leather warm through the cloth she held. Abruptly she dropped it to her lap.

"Augh, this is getting to be a bore. Distraught minds need human diversion!" she grumbled softly.

"Eh, milady?" Cedric appeared from behind stacks of well-counted quivers.

"Oh, Ced." Isana sighed, "We've been preparing and re-preparing for so many days, and all I can think of is the kind King, and how our fellows must be struggling with the loss of their friend. I hardly even knew him and was struck by his passing... That amidst all the pressure of foreign armies breathing down our necks. Folks need company, you know? A bit of solitude, sure, to mull things over, but too much of that and you start to spiral." She stood and stretched, holding the armor high overhead, Ced nodding obediently in the background.

"Of course, Milady."

Isana finished her stretch with a groan, set the pauldron with its mate on her chair, and continued, "I've got tower fever. Enough of this stuffy spire, I'm going for a walk around the city. Maybe a drink! Let Heinz know, and tell him he has my leave to come along so long as he sets a second-in-command. And mind you get yourself outside for a bit as well! Those arrows could count themselves at this point. It's an order, Cedric. Outside for the day!"

She set off briskly down the hall to her quarters to dress in something nice for a change. When she'd finished, the effect was resplendent: a knee-length, deep green coat with silver trim epaulets and buttons, over a long emerald green brocade kirtle and white petticoats. Very suiting to Greenstone Tower and the Everlight blazon both, she thought. Her long dark hair was loose for possibly the first time since making landfall here, the calm day inviting liberty. She even wore a necklace and rings. The only thing not "fancy" was her shining black military boots peeking from under the long skirts.

Heinz was waiting by the tower gate, and admirably checked his surprise at Isana's appearance into a formal salute.

"Captain," she greeted him warmly. "Let's have some leisure! A stroll around to the main square, lunch at an inn, see who's around. Enjoy this fine city of ours! Shall we?"

"Of course, Lady," he smiled back. "And thank you for the invitation. By your leave, perhaps we can stop by a cobbler?"

"Absolutely. Um... know you any of note? I've not been shopping here yet, really."

"Allory's Last is the one I know, Lady."

"Very good. Let's head there first, it gives a useful destination. Lead on, Heinz!"

Kingsley

11/4/2019

Alyssa walked slowly through the Ducal gardens near the palace, in a simple blue dress, a white cloak draped around her, her left arm still in a cast and sling at her chest. She liked this place. It was quiet and peaceful, and the trees here reminded her of home. She smiled as she passed the fountain she first met Isabel and the rosebushes where Maron the singer, who had taken up with her company, had plucked so many white roses to give to her as symbols of "his undying devotion to his lady".

She was not his lady, nor was she anyone's, but the familiarity of the place was strangely comforting. Indeed the singer today was strangely quiet as he accompanied her. That was worrisome too. The last few days had been a whirlwind, with the death of the King, the destruction of the army, and some quietly looking to her to lead. Between all of that and her own wounds, much better now but still healing, the last thing she needed was this fanciful singer plotting something.

As they walked she spied Lord Davenport, one of the duke's courtiers. She was unsure what he did but she knew it had something to do with city taxes. Or perhaps it was shipping duties. As a city official, it was likely he had many responsibilities, and though she had asked she had never figured out exactly what it was he did. The man noticed her and gave her a knowing smile. Also not good. She thought to herself. She did not mislike Davenport but he gave off an uncomfortable vibe, as if he always knew something she didn't. She shook her head , trying not to add to the growing list of things worry about.

"You are quiet." She said to Maron, suddenly, trying to shift her thoughts away from worry and from the dull pain in her belly.

"I am composing." He replied.

"You have no pen, master singer."

"I need no pen when I have such a muse as you, my lady."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "What dare I ask are you composing in your head?"

"A poem, my lady. About a sad girl who blames herself for every tragic turn of fate."

Alyssa went quiet, and Maron sighed. "You have the weight of the continent on your shoulders my lady It is alright to be sad at the death of your king and one who believed in you so. But you are allowing yourself to be overtaken by the darkness you feel. We must bury the king. No one wants to see you buried with him."

Alyssa bit her lip nervously, trying to think of something to say, as Maron placed a hand on her cheek and tilted her face up to meet his eyes. "My lady..."

She slapped his hand away and glared at him. "You are not familiar! And I did not give you leave to touch me, nor shall I."

He smiled. "My fierce lady. She is the one who has captured my heart. I'm happy to see that fire is not gone. We will need it in the coming days."

She scrunched her face up, annoyed. Who is he to speak of her fire. She had no intention of surrendering or giving up. The King was still dead however and the succession was unclear. No matter what happened she would fight for Perdan, and she didn't need a singer to tell her otherwise.

"You're a boor" she said defiantly.

"I am anything my lady desires." He replied smoothly, though Alyssa merely rolled her eyes. "I desire you to leave."

"A common desire for my lady, but this humble singer is always ready to serve at her command." He said with a dramatic bow, taking his leave. Alyssa sighed as the worries began to pile up once more.

As she glanced out in the garden she spotted a familiar face. Her dark hair was down, Alyssa noted, and she was finely dressed. It was unusual to see Isana so, but she did look very pretty with her hair free and dressed in such colours. Alyssa felt she must look plain in comparison. She did not own many fine clothes or jewelry, nor did she own the bright cheerful smile the other woman wore today as well. Aly wondered why the other looked so cheerful. She did not lead anyone to their deaths. Her mind told her.

She was escorted by a man she did not know as they walked with purpose. She watched them as Isana laughed at something the man said while he looked sheepish.

Even in such darkness they can find happiness. What strength and spirit. The slightest of smiles came over her.

Everlight

11/4/2019

Lady Isana laughed aloud, to Captain Heinz’ chagrin. “Jester’s boots? In the House colours? Oh tell me you didn’t!” She stopped on the path near the fragrant Ducal gardens, wiping a tear of mirth from one eye.

“Slippers, not boots, Milady…” he offered, a flush spreading to the tips of his ears. “For wearing to the mess…”

Isana shook her head, still grinning, and gave him an unladylike clout on the shoulder. “That will certainly brighten dark days, Captain. I am not one to tell you how to spend your coin, ‘long as your duty continues to be fulfilled.” She shook her head once more, then gazed out across the beautiful oasis they’d discovered.

The expansive garden suited the beautiful city in which it grew. Like it had fallen out of a fairytale, copses of blooming trees scattered among brilliantly coloured flowers, small bridges crossing water to areas of lush greenery inviting a closer look to enjoy its textures. Ornate lamps stood elegantly at junctions of pathways, waiting for night.

A few nobles were strolling idly in the calm morning sunshine among the colourful riot of roses and peonies. An artistically dressed man was striding more quickly and directly towards an exit, the plume in his hat bobbing amusingly in his haste. Over in the dappled shade of some trees stood a familiar figure in blue and white. Isana recognized her Imperatrix instantly, though Alyssa’s body language was closer to a wilted flower than the bold strength she was accustomed to.

Seeing Alyssa was looking in their direction, Isana thought to offer a greeting. She began the military salute, which felt ridiculous as the skirts swished to her boot click, and followed it with an awkward curtsey and sheepish smile.

Oh well, she thought, at least it’s a greeting, and I think she’s seen it.

Kingsley

11/4/2019

Alyssa's frown turned up slightly into a solemn smile. She straightened to attention and returned the salute, before approaching the other lady, standing straight with noble poise, with her chest out and hands behind her back.

"You are in good spirits today, my lady. And handsomely dressed, if I may. Is there an occasion?"

Everlight

11/5/2019

Isana watched as Alyssa returned her greeting and began to approach, visibly straightening from the wilted flower to familiar steel. Isana’s brow creased—had she caught the Lady at a vulnerable moment?—then the knight nodded and stepped a few paces into the garden proper to meet her Imperatrix.

"You are in good spirits today, my lady. And handsomely dressed, if I may. Is there an occasion?" came Alyssa’s softly resonant greeting when they were close enough.

Isana curtsied and smiled again, “You are too kind, Imperatrix, thank you. The occasion is a day about in our fine City of Perdan,” she gestured in a grand arc, then her voice dropped quieter, “and no small amount of bravado for the soldiers and citizens, and myself.” She paused and sighed, the joyful grin of earlier slipping to a thin line as she met the younger woman’s gaze. “The feeling of being beset on all sides follows me. We are prepared as we may be for whatever comes. I felt the best thing to do, was to reconnect with those I stand beside, and remember those who have stood-” Her voice caught at the last, and she swallowed, fierce fire shining through the prickling tears in her eyes. “To remember. Everything. Brighter days, comraderie, and all we fight for.”

Kingsley

11/5/2019

Alyssa sighed, another reminder of what has been on her mind for the last months. /Beset on all sides./ In some ways she envied prettily dressed woman in front of her. She had little time to be carefree any longer. Those days were past for Alyssa as the chain of responsibility hung across her shoulder. With the King dead, and due to her no less, that chain hung heavier than ever. As she looked at the woman's bright smile she yearned for the warm days of girlhood where she stole away into the forest to play at swords with some of the lowborn children, the stories of knights and queens her uncle would tell her before bed, the feeling of her mother's hand holding hers as they travelled to the Lord's castle before the fire.

Memories were all they were now, she could not go back there, it would be too easy to stay. Perdan needed her and she would have to answer.

Alyssa shook her head and took Isana's hand as she spotted a tear well up in the other's eye.

"My lady, brighter days are ahead, not behind. We have to believe that."

She offered a weary smile.

"Enjoy today, Lady Isana. I believe it will be one of the bright days for you to remember."

Everlight

11/5/2019

Isana’s heart wrenched at the weariness in her Imperatrix’s words and voice. The whole of Perdan sat heavy on Alyssa’s shoulders. Anguish twisted with the admiration she felt for the younger woman, much older than she in many ways, and the knight felt suddenly guilty for how frivolous her actions must look. She felt blushing heat colour her face, and steeled her own persona to better support her leader and friend.

Isana squeezed back on the hand around her own and said quietly, “Every dawning day has light when there are companions to share it with. Your welcome and friendship have been a beacon for me in Perdan. I cannot know what you feel right now, dearest Lady… I am here for you in any way you may need.”

Kingsley

11/5/2019

Alyssa's features lightened slightly at Isana's words, her stoic expression turning into the slightest of smiles, her cold blue eyes melting for just a moment, meeting the others.

"Indeed. The only way we will come through these trials is together."

Then she gently released pulling her hand away and fiddled awkwardly with her fingers. "Ah... My apologies. I must appear so grim all the time, my lady. Here I am fretting to you on your happy day. I am sorry for interrupting you, I just don't usually see anyone else out here. I typically walk the gardens alone."

Life After Death

This story ran from 11/6/2019 to 11/11/2019. It details Alyssa's meeting with King Kay after his return from death.

Kingsley

11/6/2019

Alyssa brushed her hair idly, staring vacantly at the stack of letters from the Imperial Council. It was difficult with only one usable arm, but she dare not spend the coin on something so frivolous as a handmaiden while her men were dying in the field. Besides Master Chance, her company healer had told her he could remove the cast in only a few more weeks. "Be patient lady." He had said. He had taken to calling her Lady of late, which she hated, but it was better than "girl" which is how he had typically been referring to her. The man had little respect for titles, but a great deal for the art of healing and for that she could bear a few slights. He had saved her life at least twice, and the lives of countless of her men. She would give him as little trouble as she could.

Suddenly a noise came from outside her chamber. Alert, Alyssa lept to her feet, and ever prepared for anything, grabbed the nearest weapon, the ornate blunted Blade of the Imperator, sliding the scabbard through the sash around her waist. The hem of the simple white dress she wore flew behind her as she rushed to the door. She did not see Dustiria, but one of her soldiers rushing, winded up the stairs.

"My... Lady... Impera.."

"Out with it, man!" She ordered.

"The King... has returned... he..."

"What!?" Alyssa exclaimed, grabbing the soldier's arm, dragging him down the stairs. She refused to let him catch his breath and only dismissed him after he told her where she would find the King alive. He lead her to the King's private wing, where a cadre of guards were now posted outside his solar. Her heart began beating faster when she saw them. Could it be true?

"The King expected you might arrive, my lady." One of them said motioning her inside and pointing off towards the back of the main room. "Down that last hall my lady, and the door on the left."

She walked briskly, her shoulders back and her gait steady as she continued through the solar to the direction she was pointed in. A simple wooden door led into what her soldier had told her would be the King's drawing room. She had never been near any of the King's chambers before and she suspected few had been to this one, based on the the look of the place. The room was quite open, with sparse furnishings. This is a private place, she thought as she entered. No one but the king goes here. A single large window overlooking the bay let in light from outside. The room did not appear very kingly, but her own quarters were spartan as well. She understood the need for a quiet place. The figure beside the window however was what had her attention.

The man's shape was familiar as was the crown atop his head. He faced away from her looking out the window across the bay, at the ships which seemed so small from the palace overlook, like little models floating across the wide expanse.

"Alyssa." The man spoke in a familiar voice.

At once Alyssa fell to one knee, pulling the ceremonial sword from its scabbard gripping its hilt tightly as she pressed its blunted tip to the stone floor.

It is true. She thought, as she knelt before the man who died for their realm.

"Your Majesty..." She replied, staring wide-eyed at the stony floor as she felt her heart beats loud enough to echo throughout the room.

Peregrine

11/7/2019

The room was dimly lit, comfortably decorated and had an air of decadent opulence about it. It looked like a cave where a bear would retreat to lick his wounds, only if said bear wore a crown of the proudest nation in the world. The bed was empty and disheveled. The table was littered with heaps of paper, among them Alyssa could notice her own letters. The window was flung open, letting in the soft breeze from the bay.

Immediately Alyssa saw the king. He stood by the window, his back to the door. He was garbed in an old blood red velvet night robe. Smoke rose over his head, getting tangled in the prongs of his crown. He was smoking a pipe. Kay was not a smoker and the smoke did not smell of tobacco.

"Alyssa", intoned the king, without even turning around. He knew it had to be her. His voice made the young woman shiver. It was Kay's voice, but also it was different. Muffled and with metallic notes, it sounded like if his chest was now an empty brass jar. "Come, sit", he continued.

As Imperatrix took a seat, the room fell silent for a few more moments as Kay puffed on a long strangely shaped wooden pipe. Finally he turned around. As he started moving it became painfully obvious he was not well at all. His feet moved very slowly, his body was rigid as if avoiding unnecessary movement. And then she saw his face.

First she noticed a patch of ravaged flesh around his left eye where a misericorde pierced his face. Instead of the eye Kay had a large white moonstone set in his eye socket. Then she noticed a long scar going around his neck. That must have been an axe. As an experienced soldier Alyssa knew that people do not recover from wounds like that. It was a dead man's face. But the king was still breathing. Moreover, his scars looked as if they were many years old, while she knew they were supposed to be fresh. His dark hair was now almost completely grey.

"I am back", he said. And from his ghast voice Alyssa knew he was not just back from a battle, he returned from distant shores of oblivion. His remaining eye scanned his visitor sternly. "What did I miss? My body was ruined and it hurts like hell. It will take time to heal. Maybe it will take forever. But I am back to serve my people. So fill me in."

Kingsley

11/7/2019

"Look at what you did!" Her father's voice rang out in anger in her head.

"I'm sorry... We didn't mean to go out so far..." She had said back then, whimpering in fear of the red-faced man who had stood over her.

"You did this!" He had said pointing at the grim sight in the courtyard of the family manor. "Look at it girl!" She had looked she recalled, and had cried the rest of the day for it.

Alyssa looked up from her memories at the King before her. He was... something else now; between living and dead, caught between two worlds, their own and the mysterious realm beyond where death brings those it finds in its icy clutches. You did this her father said again. But the King was alive. It was still him she could tell. He looked at her with the same knowing look he always had, though what remained of his gaze was somewhat distant and he watched her expectantly.

"Alyssa?" He asked gently, his voice ringing hollow and empty.

She stared back at the white stone looking at her, still in disbelief at the risen man sitting before her.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean for us to get caught out so far." She blurted out.

Kay shook his head and replied quietly. "Tell me what I missed, Alyssa."

"She took a moment to gather herself staring at the stony sea between them. Look at what you did! her father called to her again from within her distant memories. She would not cry today, she decided. All her tears were gone anyway. Instead she breated deeply and faced her king.

"I have been attempting to hold the realm together in your absence Your Majesty. After the battle, we fell back to the capital. I was wounded as well," she continued nodding to her battered left arm casted and slung close to her chest. "A spear pierced my belly and..." She shook her head. "Most of the realm was hurt and the army was destroyed. The North has been ravaging as far south as Beziers, while we are trapped here in Perdan City, waiting on relief from Vix and Perleone. Duke Banetal retreated to his castle in Aix, he would not say why. As for the north, a few of them had the kindness at least to send condolences at your death. Good King Ryndhal, Lyanna Arylon the countess of Glinmar in Sirion, and even the Shadow King himself broke his silence to send kind words on your passing. Thomas Foxglove has forsaken his position as the Prime Minister of Sirion. I have sent a letter north to perhaps discover why, as no one has seen or heard from him in weeks, but a new man takes his place, someone called Ivo Mersault. I sent him a letter, and he asked me of our situation, as rumors of your death circulated north and he was uncertain who was leading our realm. I have yet to have time to send a response. Finally, the Jarl has called a tournament in Sydgard. I believe some of our nobles are on the way. In addition we have some new knights. A boistrous fellow called Kenneth, another I have yet to meet who I believe is called Rogos who serves Lord Joreb. Also..." Alyssa tapped her fingers uncertainly on the arm of the chair. "Sir Nemean his forsaken his vow to his home of Eponllyn. He has taken an estate with lands near mine own in Bisciye, proclaiming himself a knight of the realm. He has asked me not to send him letters so I am uncertain of his intentions, though I doubt he means any harm. However, given your interest him, Your Majesty, I felt you should know."

Alyssa finished her report and took another deep breath. "That is all I have to report since you... died. I have tried to do what I thought best for the realm. The past week has been confusion and turmoil, but we have survived at the very least. And now you have returned to us my king."

She watched his remaining eye as she spoke, watching for life within. His gaze was distant, but in it she saw the sparks of life.

"You have returned to us." She said again, still hoping that she was not wrong.

Peregrine

11/8/2019

Kay listened silently, his head inclining under the crown's weight. Now and then he would nod slowly or raise an eyebrow. His face brightened up somewhat as he heard the few good tidings among the recount of catastrophes besetting his realm.

It was difficult not to notice Alyssa's wariness as she spoke, the silent questions hiding in her gingerly glances. But they became all too obvious when she fell silent. Kay's eyes met hers and he smiled. It was not a smile of genuine joy, but a reassuring one. A content smile an old terminally ill person would offer his favourite child. Even if the king blamed Imperatrix for the Brive massacre he never showed it.

"I have returned", he echoed. "That is beyond doubt. I know I am alive because it hurts so much all the time. Before my spirit briefly detached from my body, I did not realise that living flesh was mostly just a container for suffering. Gods know how much of it mine can hold."

He knit his brow and huffed on the pipe, emitting some black smoke into the air. He was not complaining it seemed, he only wanted to share his suffering with someone close. But almost immediately he decided against this brief impulse and returned to business at hand.

"This morning I received a letter from Lord Vixir. He wants to organize the swap of Dimwood and Montauban while the enemy is refitting. I need you to coordinate this move with their military, so that myself and Lord Vixir are not caught by the enemy in the field."

"As to young Nemean, his arrival makes me a happy man. Not just because I've grown to like the lad, but mostly because his decision justifies the work I have been doing since my ascension to the throne". Noticing that Alyssa looked a bit confused, the king explained "See, when you plough and sow the field and months later you reap the harvest, it feels good not just because you now have food to feed yourself and yours for the year. But also because it proves that you personally correctly understand the principles of causality upon which the entire world rests, which is tenfold as important if you lead not only your family but an entire realm. The earth is fertile and thus if you tend to it and plant a seed in it, it will grow. Likewise there is immanent nobility to the spirit of every highborn scion. And once you plant the seed of virtue in it, it will not perish but will develop and fluorish. These realizations give us peace of mind and reinforce our moral principles despite the ubiquitos chaos and evil which beset us".

"Perdan's power lies not in our excellent swords, but in strong and loyal hands carrying them. Welcome our new arrivals, Sers Kenneth and Ser Rogos, just like Ser Nemean. Make sure they are assigned to the army and sufficiently funded".

Kingsley

11/8/2019

Alyssa nodded at the king's command, standing up stiffly and giving a salute. "It shall be as you say, Your Majesty. I have already spoken to the new knights, with the exception of Sir Nemean for the reason I mentioned before. I will speak to Lords Nicolai and Saraph right away to coordinate the Dimwood situation."

Alyssa hesitated for a moment, grimacing to herself as she considered what to do next.

"Your Majesty..." She said, breaking the stony silence. "May I ask... What did you see? On the other side?"

Peregrine

11/11/2019

Alyssa hesitated for a moment, grimacing to herself as she considered what to do next.

"Your Majesty..." She said, breaking the stony silence. "May I ask... What did you see? On the other side?"

Alyssa's question made the king heave a sigh as his gaze became dim and vacant. He pondered for some moments as if reflecting upon his memories. Then looked straight into the woman's eyes. He started talking very slowly, each sentence feeling like a heavy stone falling to the bottom of a well.

"I saw you. And Smiddich. And Banetal, and Ulric. And my father. My enemies. Many people who are now dead or alive. Everyone I knew. Everyone who knew me. And they all looked at me. Sympathetic, but also judgemental. You, they, the entire universe judged me forever for the way I lived my life. I did not feel shame, I believe I have done well. But now I also see that I can do better. So that when I am back to the ghastly shores, I will know my extra time here was not a waste."

The king smirked and walked back to the window to enjoy the breeze in silence. The audience was seemingly over.

Kingsley

11/11/2019

No my lord, it was I who failed you... She thought, pained. The king's vacant glare made her uneasy as he smiled and turned toward the window.

Alyssa looked around waiting for the King to say something, but he remained silent. Alyssa cleared her throat and asked: "Is... that all your majest?"

If the king heard her, he gave no sign of it, standing still watching the model ships out on the bay.

What did I do to you? She thought, as she took an about face and opened the door to the corridor to leave, heart still beating with the blood of life and youth, praying that the king's still did the same.

Stormfront

Kingsley

11/15/2019

Alyssa walked briskly to the Stormfront encampment. She was still tired from her lack of sleep. Dreams of Brive haunted her nights, and being near to the horses did not help. Despite her tired eyes, she held herself high as she always did. She was a knight of Perdan after all.

Behind her, her elderly squire Graham, his face and one of his eyes ruined and scarred from Brive followed her closely, next to him the short and squat and magnificently bearded captain of her unit, Cal Reed. The early morning fog had settled over the Dim. The walk through Finchwood had been mostly uneventful, but Alyssa did get to wave at a cute young child who 'wanted to see the knights'. In truth Alyssa was the only knight among them, but the boy didn't know that, and she hoped their presence inspired him. His mother held him close and eyed Aly and her party cautiously as they passed through the town, but did not curtail his excitement as she nodded knowingly in his direction. We are here to protect you... She thought, but they had passed, and the little family returned indoors.

The old man grunted as they reached the camp, scratching uncomfortably at the torn and scarred flesh on his cheek, his old and battered armour clanking slightly as he moved his arm. Such heavy mail was not necessary for the simple policework they would be doing today but had not stopped him. Alyssa herself had wanted to wear a dress for her meeting this morning, but they would be leaving for patrol right after breakfast, and some protection would be needed, her squire had insisted. So she wore simple light armor and the sword at her hip, which she deemed sufficient for the day's duty. When they reached the camp they were halted by Everlight guards.

Graham growled, but introduced Alyssa, who stood tall and straight in a noble pose. The guard bowed before her and bid them wait as he fetched his lady.

"Try not to scowl, Graham. You are dining with ladies this morn, it would not do."

"Would you have me smile my lady?" He grumbled, before giving a pained, toothy grin pulling back the scabbed and scarred flesh on the old squire's face. It looked somehow worse than his scowl.

Alyssa grimaced. "No." Then she gave him a knowing look, her hands on her hips defiantly. "But do try your best to pleasant, please. Lady Isana is a bright soul and a true knight, we should be grateful to her for her invitation." Graham grunted, but said nothing as the guard returned, his lady in tow. Alyssa turned towards the lady approaching, standing at ease as Isana came near. Alyssa greeted her with a warm, yet tired smile.

Everlight

11/15/2019

Isana was going over policing procedures with her captain when her page burst through the tent flaps.

"Lady!" he panted, shrill, "You've a visitor! It's the Imperatrix!" His voice squeaked as the guardsman appeared on his heels, obviously also having hurried but with more poise.

"Cedric. You're out of line." she said flatly, though there was a bright note in her voice. "Bertram? Is it so?" Isana asked, rising.

"As he says, Lady. Dame Alyssa Kingsley has arrived with a small party, three of them together. The companions by badging are her squire and captain." the guard reported at attention.

"Excellent!" Isana grinned. "Bert, take me to her. And Cedric, you're to report to the mess tent, tell them we will have 6 seats for full breakfast set immediately. You can then offer your services to the mess for the rest of the morning, for whatever duties they need. Dismissed!"

The lanky page gulped and blushed his embarrassment in front of the guards, bowed, and disappeared in nearly as much a rush as he had arrived.

Captain Heinz was already on his feet in deference to his Lady. Isana beckoned to him and to her head healer, Dani, to follow. They ducked the canvas flaps into the brilliant early sunlight, blinking in the glare, and followed the shadow of Bertram the guardsman.

They covered the camp with long strides, Dani's height towering over the group by several inches. The somewhat older woman had come with Isana from the north of Beluaterra, her fair features and pale hair appearing almost spectral. It made for an interesting experience when she brought soldiers back from the brink, only to have them think she was an angel come to take their souls Beyond. Captain Heinz with his short dark curls and ruddy complexion contrasted with her paleness, a dappled shadow to her starlight. The sun shining before both of them was Isana. Energized by time on the road and keen to break bread with her friend, happiness glowed from the dark-haired knight as they approached the visitors.

Dame Alyssa was standing at ease, looking much more well-rested than she had recently, and her smile was small but true. Isana felt herself relax, seeing her friend dressed casually in military garb and ready for work. Noble propriety was something the northern knight was still working on.

"Welcome, Lady and guests, to the Everlight Stormfront," Isana said warmly, offering a soldier's armclasp greeting to her Imperatrix. "We are honoured by your visit! And thank you for coming to share in the grouse, so I don't have to decide which of the soldiers get seconds," she added wryly. "Might I introduce my Captain, Heinz Hahn, whom you have seen briefly before. And this is my head healer and travelling companion Dani, also of Beluaterra." As they bowed, she continued, "Whom do we have the pleasure of meeting this morning, dear Lady?"

Kingsley

11/17/2019

"It has been too long my lady." Alyssa said still smiling as they released, and she returned to an at-ease stance.

"My Squire, Graham of the lesser house of Goldenfields." The old man nodded sagely but said nothing. He wore a neutral expression but his aged, maimed face drooped, giving him the appearance of a frown.

"Cal Reed, captain of Lady's Luck." Alyssa continued motioning to the short stocky man on her other side. She had hated the name of her unit when it was chosen over a year ago. Her old captain that dark-hearted rogue Jan had called it that to insult her. But now she took pride in it. They were her luck now, her loyal soldiers. Cal Reed bowed respectfully and spoke, stroking his thick red beard.

"I heard there was grouse m'lady?" He said with a hearty smile.

Graham shot him a disapproving look while Aly merely sighed. Her newest captain had been around her for quite a while but he was never raised with proper address taught. He was from a family of fishers, and they were never taught the same sorts of manners as nobles were taught. It was understandable, but his tone was much too familiar for the sort of respect Isana's station deserved. "Captain," She began, "Lady Isana is a knight of the realm, please be more courteous with her, she has invited us to her camp and should be given the respect she is due."

"Ah, aye m'lady Imperatrix." Cal replied. "Thank ye, I am nah used to such formalities. I reckon I'll need to learn."

She gave him a polite nod back and returned to Isana.

"My apologies, Thank you for having us my lady. I would be honoured to tour your camp with you, if you will have me."

Everlight

11/18/2019

“I would be honoured to tour your camp with you, if you will have me."

Isana felt her chest tighten with excitement and nerves, taut both with pressure to do well and happiness at the comraderie in her new home, a smile springing unbidden to her face. She inclined her head and said pleasantly, “Of course, the honour is all mine to host such company! Welcome all! Pleased to finally meet you Captain Cal, and you Squire Graham. We can have a tour en route to the mess tent—yes Cal, we have saved the grouse to share with you! This camp arrangement is the ring format here, my own holdover from service in Beluaterra where the perimeter guard is most important against the daimons and monsters…” she chatted on amiably for the few minutes as they strolled, answering Cal’s eager questions with an indulgent smile and holding space for Alyssa to remain at ease. She noticed Graham’s experienced eye scanned the camp keenly and he said little. Dani remained aloof, while Heinz seemed to Isana’s eyes to be a little star-struck by their visitors.

A warm salt breeze swirled inland from the Dimwood coast, gently rustling tent flaps and banners. Isana was pleased to note her soldiers being properly deferential as the party walked by. Thank goodness.

The center of the camp held a large fire pit ringed by the command tent, healers’ quarters, and an open drill ground. Just past the drill ground was the mess. The flaps were tied open and the inside set as requested, with mouth-watering aromas wafting all about the area.

“By the nose, Milady, I think it’s about breakfast!” Captain Heinz voiced all of their thoughts. Isana gestured the guests to precede her into the shade. The table was set and ready, lavish for a camp meal with fresh rolls, fruit, spiced tea, and two of the cooks standing by with covered trays that could only hold the grouse.

“Dame Alyssa and guests, thank you again for honouring our camp with your visit. Please eat, and welcome.” Isana requested formally once all were seated.

As they were served, Isana turned to the gruff Squire Graham and asked, “Good Squire, I noted you inspecting the camp minutely as we walked. Might you offer comment as to what you saw?”

Kingsley

11/18/2019

Alyssa smiled quietly as she watched and listened to Isana excitedly explain her camp to her and her party. She shines so brightly. Aly thought to herself. Despite the war and being so far from her home and her family she still held a noble heart and an optimistic spirit. This woman is true. She thought as she watched the light snow fall from the gray overcast skies overlooking the Dim. Despite the grim days we have faced her spirit is strong as ever. Everlight is appropriate. She mused as they approached the Stormfront mess. She was surprised and impressed at the feast before them, she did not expect such lavish effort for a simple breakfast. She mustered as warm a smile as she could for her fellow knight while they took their seats, hoping her lack of sleep was not apparent. She sat down to Isana's right as the guest while her own men sat on her side of the table, Heinz on Isana's left and the rest of her staff on the left side.

"Dame Alyssa and guests, thank you again for honouring our camp with your visit. Please eat, and welcome."

"Thank you for your hospitality my lady." Alyssa added. "I am honoured."

Isana smiled and gave a nod as they began to eat. Alyssa took her time carefully with the food, despite how delicious it was and how ravenously hungry she was. She realized she had not eaten the knight before as she had spent the evening mulling over reports and drafting letters to allied leaders. She ate politely and gracefully like her aunt had taught her as a girl. Graham ate politely as well, decades of experience in noble etiquette shining through his grim and scarred demeanor , though not nearly as lady-like as his knight. Cal Reed tore in carelessly while Alyssa shot him a warning look which he apparently did not see. She could see Dani and Heinz share a look of their own as they watched him tear in violently to the bird on his plate. Alyssa bit her lip somewhat embarrassed, but Isana seemed to pay no mind, seemingly happy for the company. She took no note of Captain Cal and instead spoke to Alyssa's squire.

Graham raised an eyebrow towards Alyssa as Isana asked her question of him. Alyssa's face remained unchanged as waited for her elderly squire to answer, while the others.

"Your camp, my lady. It's set up atypically." The old man began, "Rows are more practical, easier to keep organized, to keep track of everyone, as well as better utilizing space available. There are no daimons on The Continent after all. In addition, the drilling ground should be away from the main camp. Too easy for someone to get hurt just passing through. Fire's too close to the command tent a bad wind blows through and all your plans gone up in flames, and it-"

Alyssa gave him a slight nudge under the table with her foot, a message the old man took immediately.

"it's a good set up besides my lady. Perhaps there are things we can learn from the Beluaterrans."

Alyssa nodded once. "Indeed. Perhaps you could share a tale from the far kingdoms My Lady? Thalmarkin sounds like an exciting place." She offered another smile and listened intently to the other woman.

The Lion (Part 2)

Sweet

11/21/2019

Alyssa sat down on her cot and let her hair down, running her fingers through the golden locks as it fell to her shoulders. Shivering as the chill winter wind blew around her camp and into her personal pavilion, she pulled the furs around herself in the hopes that she could keep warm. It would snow tonight Graham had said. He had to push her into her tent to get her away from supervising the wounded and the palisade. "You've done far beyond what you needed my lady" He had said as father would his child, which annoyed her but she did not show it. She was not a child though she realized she had been until Brive. The deaths of hundreds, her captain and the king weighed heavily on her. She tried to push forward, and it helped that everyone had been so kind; Isana, Dustiria, The King, even the foreign Kings Ryndhal and Lindow had sent her kind letters, and the lady of Avamar. Still, despite the unwavering support of those who cared for her she would not sleep tonight, between the dreams, the cold, and the pained wails of wounded men. Alyssa sighed.

She glanced at the portable desk near her cot, usually neatly in order, now covered in letters. She considered getting up to sort things out but decided to lay down instead, curling up shivering beneath the furs. Her black pup Shadow, now growing quickly, jumped up with her and snuggled her. Normally she would not have allowed it, but tonight she was cold,exhausted, and felt alone. She tried to sleep but it would not come, her mind flashing back to the battle earlier today. She recalled the smile Isana had given her before the first volley loosed, and the war cry Sir Rogos had given as the huge man joined her in the charge. What none of them expected was the cavalry charge which tore through all of them. Alyssa shook her head Move past it. She tried to tell herself. Look at what you did, said her father. She flipped the furs off and grabbed her cloak draped over the stool near her desk. Shadow protested mildly, but then found he enjoyed burrowing in the wadded up furs. Wrapping the faded white wool tightly around her shoulders she took to tidying the reports and letters on her desk. She spied a sweet letter she had received earlier and the little candy that had come with it. She smiled as she read the letter again thumbing the sweet idly. She had given the others to Graham who had put it in his pocket and Cal who ate it immediately and chuckled merrily.

She placed the sweet on her tongue and smiled at its subtle sweetness. It reminded her of the sweets her mother would sometimes bring for her when she had done well at her lessons. It reminded her of a better time, when her life was simpler and she did not feel the world on her shoulders. Quickly however it melted and the breeze outside gusted into her tent again. She set the letter back on top of the others and finished sorting them. She took a deep breath and looked around for something else to do before laying back down on the bed. She cuddled Shadow for warmth who yelped quietly but settled in with her. She closed her eyes, trying to dream of happier days, dreams of love and peace. The snow began to fall, lightly coating the valley outside.

Out in the Cold

11/22/2019

Alyssa shivered, pulling her white cloak tighter around her. The snow was falling heavily now in the forested valley. It would be beautiful. She thought, were we not on the run for our lives. Indeed the enemy had to be all around, even though her screens had not encountered them yet. She felt watched as she trotted quickly through the forest, leading the other nobles through the haunted woods, waiting for any moment when the enemy could fall upon them. The air felt tense and the soldiers and her nobles alike seemed on edge, ready to fight. The thudding of hooves approached from her side, as she turned and saw the old man who had been her squire the past year. His white beard was growing in, though only on half his face where it was not slashed and maimed and the white bandana around the eye he lost in Brive made his face blend in with the snow. The eye I lost him. Fortunately she recognized him easily by his battered armour and the shield bearing her black wolf.

"My Lady." He grunted as he approached. Alyssa stopped as the soldiers continued their hastened march for their lives, passing around her as she spoke to her squire. Sir Christopher and his company passed by her as they approached, and he gave her a salute. Alyssa gave one nod in acknowledgement and returned his salute before turning back to the old squire. "Graham. You are to be assisting with organizing our right flank."

"Aye. Something you might want to know my lady." He replied. "We caught an enemy outrider, just a brief skirmish with one of their screens. They retreated off before we could really do anything but one this one was slow and we captured him and his horse."

"Then they are near." She muttered. Graham nodded solemnly. "Very well. This information will be useful. We'll need to increase the march."

"The men are cold and tired my lady. I don't know if they can march any faster." Graham warned.

"I would rather they be cold and tired than cold and dead. We need every soldier. Their lives are precious to me and I will not squander any more of them."

Graham frowned but said nothing as three other horses approached, two leading the third with ropes around the rider's hands. Graham scratched idly at his maimed face as her men led the Northern rider up. "What should we do with him?" He asked her as he scowled at the northman.

Alyssa inspected the man, watching him coldly as he shivered from the snow falling on him. It seemed her men had roughed him up a bit, likely during the skirmish, and his boots were missing. His feet were already starting to turn a bluish hue from the winter wind. "Bring him to me." She said tersely.

Graham brought the shivering man to her, who looked at her nervously. Her face remained an unreadable neutral as she considered him. "Who are you." She ordered.

"R-r-ronnie" He shivered, "G-g-golden Sentinels. F-f-first Company"

This is Lyanna's man. She thought curiously as she maintained her noble demeanor.

"What happened to your boots, soldier?"

He continued to shiver but stuttered out: "A b-b-bald man milady... carries an-n-n-n axe. W-w-w-wolf on his shield. S-s-s-said his was old and mine w-w-w-was new."

Smiling Dick, one of mine own. She thought spitefully. That one had a penchant for trouble, but he was a good enough soldier when he wasn't drinking, or cold apparently. The line her mouth made turned into a concerned frown. "You are a soldier at war with my people, but that does not excuse a crime committed against you. Graham!" She commanded her voice containing a hint of frustration. The old squire nodded in acknowledgement.

"See to it that this soldier's equipment is returned to him. And if Dick survives the day, send him to me, so that he may be punished for theft." Then she removed the white wool cloak over her shoulders and shivering handed it to the northern outrider. "You may wear this on your ride back. Give it to your lady as a gift from me." Somewhat startled the man hesitantly took the cloak.

"My lady!" Graham protested before Alyssa held up her hand to silence him. I will have another made when we reach home in the mean time, there are furs in the equipment cart that will warm me well enough. "Graham escort him back to the right screen where you will release him."

Graham shrugged and waved for the others to turn his horse around and lead him back.

"Be safe, Ronnie." Alyssa said to the outrider, her cold blue eyes watching him as he nodded and turned back

Arylon

11/22/2019

The sky was a lightly kissed shade of rose, almost glowing as the sun sunk lower across the horizon. The dusky gray illumination of the world around her at this time of day always left Lyanna with a surreal sense of reality.

She was touring her encampment, before the final march to Meuse was set to begin. Everywhere around her, the men were preparing. She walked by her captain, a grizzled old soldier named Rambrecht who had led the Golden Sentinels with great skill. In her last evaluation, Lyanna had found the men so cohesively and instinctively connected to one another that she had been left unable to provide any corrective feedback.

As she nodded to one of the men, holding his gold painted shield with an angular blue stripe -- the arms of House Arylon -- her thoughts drifted to a man she had lost on the march. Ronnie, a young man who had joined her company in Sirion City only recently, had gone missing. He was the fourth son of a minor Sirion House, and so a soldier's life was his only real path. He was nervous, but capable, and she had decided to use him as an advance scout.

That is how he was lost. Lyanna had sent him ahead to get a peek at the massing enemy soldiers in Meuse, and report back numbers and formations. She also charged him with reporting as to the location and strength of the soldiers bearing the black wolf of House Kingsley. "Look for the white shields," she had told him, "and tell me where they are." The boy didn't understand the request, but obeyed his order. What he didn't know was that Lyanna wanted to know the location of her dearest friend, so that as the battle raged she could avoid hurting Alyssa, or anyone close to her.

It was, perhaps, a naive desire, but she clung to it as she heard the horn blast that signaled the beginning of the final march. Exasperated at the idea of hurting someone dear to her, she let out a deep breath, which became visible as her hot breath interacted with the bitterly cold air.

Indeed it was snowing, and snowing heavily on this day. In Sirion, it was still summer, but here in the south for whatever reason, the land was experiencing a deep cold. Seasons seemed to work a little differently here. Many Sirion nobles had difficulty with this transition, but fortunately, Lyanna had actually been born and raised through her early childhood in the north-west of the continent of Dwilight, and as such had experienced many bitter, cold, snow filled winters. In some ways, the beauty of the snow made her feel at home.

It was a shame those snows would soon be stained with the blood of many dead men and women. Beauty, and horror at once.

Lyanna moved to the head of her men, who had quickly fallen into line for the march. She stepped to the foothold on her saddle, swung her leg over her horse, and grabbed the rains.

Hanging from a hook on right hip was the Flail of Avamar, a beautiful and terrible weapon that she had recently acquired with the intention of returning it to her estate in that shining city. It had been a symbol of Avamar's might and power in days long past, and she considered it an important symbol for her people.

But this day it would be used on the field of battle. Its long wooden handle was made from the finest hardwood from the forest of Sirion, and carved into an elegant hand grip, wrapped in leather for a better control. A chain connected it to a metal sphere, studded with spikes that Lyanna would use to smash shields and break armor before moving in with her sword for close combat.

Just as they began moving out, she heard a screaming voice approaching from the distance.

Incredibly, that voice belonged to Ronnie, her lost man. She recognized her colors on him, as well as his voice. He was riding frantically, trying to get to her.

As he finally approached, out of breath and clearly injured, he fell from his horse. Lyanna leaped down to tend to him, and ask him what had happened. She noticed that he held in his hand a beautiful white cloak, which was made of wool. He was clinging to it with his life.

Lyanna leaned down and peered into his swollen, blackened face. "Ronnie," she said with great concern.

"My Lady..." he groaned, trying hard to keep his eyes open. It was then that she noticed his boots were unlaced, and he was shivering horribly.

"Get blankets. Now!" she shouted at Rambrecht. She then took the cloak from his hand, and began to lay it on top of him.

"No... no..." he coughed, spitting out blood. "My Lady, this was for you. A gift." He coughed again. "From the enemy commander, Alyssa Kingsley. It is yours. Yours..."

Lyanna's eyes grew wide as saucers, and a sense of dread filled her. "Ronnie... tell me everything."