First Five Begins Here

Chance forces a smile to Cassie who was in a white outfit of leather, silver accents and jewelry. He sits down on the bench expecting it to be hard and uncomfortable, but it is wildly soft, but firm enough to hold his heavy ass. Smirking a bit, shifting he nods to himself that at least “sore ass” will be one thing he doesn’t have to worry about this trip.

“Chance, you remember my wife Riley?” Xavier says giving you a look, then to his wife.

Riley smiles and waves a little, somewhat off put by his size, his disheveled darker look (compared to the rest of the group) and the scars. She is in a loose fitting gown, silky green, with perfect trim and stitched wonderfully. Jewelry on her wrist, neck and fingers that could feed a village for years and her hair is done to perfection.

The Champion smiles, waves but grunts inside screaming, “nice to meet you royal privilege!” Looking down he sees he is wearing a Black Ward Armor that has goldish things practically just glued on, in comparison to his wife and Riley.

Khamyra sits with silky basic clothing underneath, that was nice, but has a velvet cloak engulfing her, it highlights her eyes and hair style. She smirks feeling her husbands insecurities about some of the royal people.

Xavier as usual is in a perfect outfit of pants, shirt, blazer of sorts and an overcoat; all matching not just for the ensemble, but his wife’s outfit as well with hints of green.

Cassie is looking at the Champion with a smirk wondering how long and stuffy this ride is going to be. But maybe the reactionary journey of Chances face could be entertainment enough with stick in the butt Riley here; since she can’t read him anymore.

Finally the entourage gets moving and it is at a somewhat slow pace. As Chance remembers it was roughly 9-10 hours of normal horse riding to get to Orc Snout, if that is where they are going. But at this pace it will be high moon when they get there tonight.

Looking about the coach, two very wide benches for three people to sit comfortably, an open space behind the back bench that also looks to have another bench and in the front an area with drawers, a table and some luggage. It is darker wood, trimmed with gold and the bench material is a rich red color.

Cassie is thumbing behind her, “if you get tired you can jump behind us and take a nap, or if you want privacy…” she says, but stops what she was about to say because of, most likely Riley, then points behind the Champion / Warlock couple, “then behind you, if you get hungry or need to grab something from your bags, it’s there.”

Nodding to his best friend Cassie, the quarter elf has a smirk knowing his mind block has got to be killing her right now.

Chance leans back and glances to his wife. Expecting to see her beautiful profile, he sees a gray cat staring back at him with a subtle tiger pattern to it, one that is curled around her neck, big silver-blue eyes and a slight curl to it’s lips.

“By Finster’s fire!” Chance exclaims somewhat startled, trying to keep it to a dull roar.

Everyone looks to him, a bit shocked, with raised eyebrows. Riley is beside herself.

Khamyra leans to him, “everything alright my husband?” She says with a curious smirk.

“You do realize there is a cat wrapped around your neck, right?” the quarter elf responds looking more closely at it.

Everyone in the coach giggles or chuckles a bit already familiar with it already some how.

“Yes, this is Lukan, my Nocturnal familiar, who is a mini-kin Scatter Lynx,” Khamyra muses, puts her hand on your leg, leans in but says it loud enough, “you have been gone for so long, with that trip to Thorax and the Underearth, to your little jaunt out to the old Gordonia Kingdom… I never had the opportunity to introduce you.”

Slightly wider eyes, looking at the creature, Chance just nods his head and gives the quirky little smirk he is known for, “yeah, gotcha… wait, a Scatter Lynx, like Lady Charota’s?

She smiles wide and opens the top of her cloak, shows you a somewhat gawdy looking necklace, along with her ample cleavage, but you remember it to be the one Lady Charota gave you two.

“Yes, I met up with her a while ago and she mentioned the necklace. Once I put it on, out popped Lukan,” she was smiling, remembering the moment, then Khamyra continues, “it was a necklace for Warlocks and such, for a familiar. Charota was unsure we would bond, but it was instantaneous. The little fur-ball was mine. Much to her sha-grin.”

Xavier is looking on with a bit of wonder, Cassie is smiling, listening and watching while Riley is wide eyed leaning back a bit, completely out of her element it seems in this coach.

Khamyra leans back to her side, grabs for her book and starts to read giving the cat a little scratch under the chin.

“Uh, Scatter Lynx?” Cassie says inquisitively, her eyes also with a bit of wonder.

The Warlock smiles and nods, “they are relatives to the Displacer Beasts that are much larger and more dangerous. Both cats can fade in and out of the visual range. I’ve known Displacer Beasts for my whole life since they are native to the Iraxacan Realm. But apparently Lady Charota either breeds the Scatter Lynx or found them and they are friendly and can be domesticated. She has a small stable of these creatures over with… err…” She pauses, smirks a bit then shrugs her shoulders, “with Velencia.”

Cassie snorts and shakes her head, Xavier frowns and gives Chances wife a look, and for what seems the entire trip so far, Riley has wide eyes and leaning back a bit, shocked by the name.

“Anyways,” Khamyra continued, “this was a runt so to speak, but seemed to have different abilities and she decided to make it into her Familiar. But since she was asleep for what, 1,200 years and awoke, Lukan has wanted nothing to do with her.”

Everyone nods and smiles at the Warlock who blushes a bit, turns the page in her book and continues to read.

It was some what bumpy for a while, but the benches were shock resistant enough to keep the butt cheeks safe and sound. Before they knew it, High Sun had past and they stopped at a small village. It was most likely a 2-3 hour horse ride north of the big city and it was called Wheatshire. Probably because across the big road from the village is wheat-fields for as far as the eye can see. They have been mostly harvested already being mid-Fall. Bails of wheat all about.

Walking out there is already a make shift group of guards rushing out from the village. It is somewhat comedic, each one looking different than the other, one has a large helm, another that looks broken. Two have a spear that could barely skewer an oversize rodent, others with rusty swords. A few have a shield, and the armors… well, they are make shift at best. But it does look like some one sewed on each arm a cool logo of a wheat stalk.

They skitter to a halt seeing the royal party walk out, and they bow not all at once and they almost fall over.

Then in comparison there was the rush of Camerondale guards, all the same armor, half plate, all the same weapons and led by a bigger man that Chance has never seen before. They were completely coordinated and intimidating.

Chance stretches after he steps out of the coach.

The lead Camerondale guard, puts out his hands to the lowly guards, “easy there, we will not be long. We need to use the facilities and grab a bite to eat before we continue on,” he finishes with what Chance can tell is a smirk.

The clouds have all but disappeared and the mugginess with it. It was a very pleasant Blackthorn type day, (Blackthorn is October). The big Quarter Elf, Looks about, wanting to just walk to a few bushes and drop the 16 ounces his bladder is holding. But refrains from it looking at everyone about and the royalty.

He glances back down to see one of the makeshift Wheatshire village guards walking to him, wide eyes. An odd feeling comes over the Champion, nothing bad in fact it was very pleasant, as though to tell the man, this is a disciple of Finster. The make shift guard drops his spear and bends to one knee bowing in front of him and says, “Champion, one that leads them all…”

Everyone has stopped what they are doing and is looking over to the two of them. Wide eyes and curious looks.

Chance slowly leans his head back, closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, then a chuckle. He glances back down, “stand disciple, you do not have to kneel before me… the only one you should do that for is our Lord Finster.”

Riley’s eye’s all but bulge out of her head and she even lets out a little gasp, covering her mouth. Cassie glances over to her and realizes she did not know Chance was the Champion of Finster. She sighs as well knowing that is going to make things even more awkward. Xavier gives her a concerned look and puts his arm around her curious as to why she gasped.

The lead guard is looking at chance with a “really?” type look, over his shoulder.

Chance notices and gives him his patented smirk, and a shoulder shrug.

Then the Wheatshire guard slowly stands and looks up to this giant of a man, easily a foot taller than him, dark complexion, scars on his face and hands, dark armor, a sword that could cut through granite and a menacing look. He is in awe and almost proud of Finsters Champion. Easily the most intimidating person in this entourage. The Champion makes his eyes glow a bit and he softly smiles, nods his head towards his group of guards to let him know to move on.

The man grabs his spear and rushes back over to his group where he is getting scolded by his other guards.

“Alright, now if we can continue, please guide us to the facilities, the Ladies will go first,” the man in full plate says, turns and starts to escort the women to what looks to be a make shift toilet area made just for this little trip.

Chance gets a poke in the back and he turns to see the King and Queen giving you a somewhat silly look, “No one here has yet to go to one knee for “us.” Oh mighty Chance, Champion Cabana boy!” Affinity finishes with a giggle and a smile.

The Champion turns, lets out a laugh and hugs the Queen who returns the embrace with a big smile and giggle. He turns and gives the King a hearty warriors shake that always seems to please Bozutto, probably because he always just gets a bow or a nod otherwise.

“Oh, I do have to water the lilies so I need to follow Bartram straight away,” Affinity says with a bright smile and a bounce to her step.

She looks different, almost glowing. The Champion thinks “I know she is pregnant but it really seems to be agreeing with her.”

Chance has a big smile and glances over to the King, who also has a somewhat dopey look on his face, “she looks very happy right now,” the Champion quips, looking at the King from the corner of his eye.

Bozutto nods and looks down, still with a smile on his face, “yeah, she does and it is… amazing. She. Is amazing.”

Chances heart burst and a huge smile washes over his face.

Eventually the women come back and the men go and do what they have to do.

Chance returns to some royal type rations to eat, and some cold tea that was very tasty. Finishing off a ration he glances to see most of the Wheatshire guards looking, and pointing at him, while also trying to stay in a formation.

“Looks like you have yourself a fan club,” Cassie muses as she wanders over to the Champion, “it is kind of nice to not be the center of attention for once.”

Khamyra walks over and puts her arm around Chances and almost purrs. “That’s my Champion for you.”

The Royal group jumps back into the carriage and they set off again. Chance figured it had to be around 1:00PM, and the next stop is still a bit from orc Snout. This is going to be a long weird trip he thinks.

Everyone in the coach could see Riley pinned up against the side of the interior staying as far away from Chance as possible. Khamyra seemed to be enjoying it, Cassie annoyed, Xavier was beside himself and Chance, well, Chance was in another world.

Cassie glances up from her many scrolls she brought of realm business, and see’s Chance with a clenched jaw and fists a bit tight. He is in deep thought staring out across the plains. She couldn’t really tell for sure but she also thought she saw him well up a few times. Wondering what has been eating at him, he is not his usual Chance-self. Cursing Velencia and her mind blocking tattoo, the Baroness takes a deep breath and continues on with her reading.

The entourage stops and Riley all but sprinted out of the coach. Khamyra did everything in her power not to smirk, giggle or even break her stoic facial expression.

It was in between villages, but the Queen apparently had to “tinkle.” The weather was cooperating, and it had to be roughly 5:00PM now. Everyone did what they had too, ate a snack and headed back into the carriages and they set off again.

The day was getting long, everyone a bit grumpy being jammed into a box with wheels for such a long time. But as the sun finally set, and the stars started to come out the entourage stopped and there was Orc Snout. A big rock with, well, an Orc Snout.

It was about 8:00PM. Everyone exits the vehicles.

The Champion walks over to the rock, gives the snout a pat and that makes Cassie laugh. Both her and Xavier do the same thing as they are greeted with armed guards and the Stewart of the Town; Huxley Grooms.

“Welcome welcome!” the man comes out through the guards with his wife all dressed to the nines. Bows, handshakes and pleasantries commence.

Chance suppresses a yawn, when a loud screech can be heard in the distance. One that was way too familiar.

Then an overwhelming sound of 40 guards plus the traveling party unsheathing their weapons at the same time.

The Champion looks to Khamyra who has wide eyes and a scowl on her face. He turns and walks to the edge of the road, sword drawn and crackling, shield now on his arm, eyes beaming and a second from switching over to Champion mode. A low subtle growl emanates from his mouth.

Cassie and Xavier are also at the edge of the road looking out, and Khamyra is slowly walking to them, her head dipping a bit, opening a pouch and her eyes begin to glow a deep purple.

Huxley comes running over, as guards are rushing to formation, the lead guard barking out orders, and the towns guardsmen looking around completely caught off guard.

“M’Lords and ladies, I know it is strange, some woman singing at the top of her lungs, but for some reason she has done that every evening for over a week now,” he says starting to pant with a flushed face.

Cassie turns to him, “if that is your definition of singing, I will pass on your next choir practice,” she says with a bit of muse.

The Steward, skitters to a halt hearing the Baroness’s bizarre statement. As he opens his mouth to say something, Khamyra is walking by, eyes ablaze, staring straight forward, and she says softly, with some anger, “harpies.”

Everyone exchange glances when Khamyra grabs the man by the arm, “you hear singing?” She finishes pointing out to the fields across the road.

He looks at her and everyone else, then nods his head.

“You need to cover your ears every time Stewart, lest you want to be charmed and killed,” the Warlock said in a cold dead pan response.

Turning to look at the Warlock, Cassie watches as her eyes throb, an odd purple crackling ball swirling in her hand and now the hairs on the back of the Baroness’s neck stand up. She is thankful this woman is on her side.

Huxley now more flustered and what looks like frightened, he nods his head waiting putting his hands over his ears. Not sure what to think of the large man with glowing eyes, crackling weapons and a gorgeous Onyx Elf with purple eyes and a magic ball in her hand that could do untold damage to who knows what.

The screeching only happened a few times and then disappeared.

“So this has happened everyday for a week or so?” the Baroness says as they start to walk back to the town, “no one has saw anything?”

He shakes his head, “no M’lady, nothing. The sound comes from the west, lasts for less than a minute and then nothing,” the Stewart finishes off, still completely flustered and now sweating.

Chance and Khamyra stand at the edge of the road now alone, looking out remembering what they heard on their balcony months ago, it was the same type of sound, same type of scream.

“Thoughts?” the Champion says glancing down to his Warlock who finally put the spell away, and her eyes turning back to normal.

“Fucking Harpies,” she says through her teeth, “why here? Why now?”

Shaking his head Chance sighs, “Who knows, I have no idea. Maybe because… they are all bitches.”

The Warlock lets out a chuckle, grabs his arm and they walk back to the group together.

Xavier glances over to the Finster couple arriving and turns his attention to Huxley, “now if you may Steward, lead on,” he says waving his hand in a forward motion.

With a slight wind, a few leaves blow across the cobblestone path. The lanterns of the town are all lit making shadows dance in the background. A guard at every turn, and they are quickly led to a smaller Inn that was farther back in the town.

Chance frowns a bit wishing he could just go to the Snarling Badger and down a few, but continues along with the group.

They are guided to an Inn called the Blossoming Oak Tree Inn. Khamyra frowns a bit smelling a faint hint of paint and cleaner. She glances up to the sign hanging from the door, and the paint doesn’t even look dry yet. Scoffing she continues.

The Champion nudges her and looks down, “what was the huff for?”

“I am pretty sure they just renamed the place, probably because of us,” the Warlock says with a bit of muse, “wonder what it was called before…”

The Warlock went to continue but gets interrupted by a balding man, in an outfit that was pieced together, and not well mind you. “Welcome to the Clumsy Orc Inn, I will be your go to person for…”

He then gets interrupted by Huxley, “uhh, that is not the name of the Inn. Right?” Giving the man a stern look.

With wide eyes and flushing face, he blurts out almost tripping over himself “oh, yeah, I am Gonbar, and Welcome to the Branching Oak Tree Inn!”

The group all chuckles, minus Riley who was appalled, Huxley who sighs loudly, and Chance then speaks up, “Yes, close enough, now on with it Sir Gonbar,” he finishes with a bit of playfulness and a wink to the man who is failing miserably.

Khamyra smirks and mumbles, “That solves that mystery.”

Everyone is led up to the first and second floor and being escorted into their room they will use that night.

“Dinner will be served in a half hour on the bottom floor,” the man who is still trying to recover from his miserable start says, walking along the hallway.

Khamyra changes into a really nice outfit, leather pants, a dark red blouse, some belts, boots and some extra Jewelry. Chance drops his armor and gets into a simple Black Ward pants and shirt outfit.

Everyone congregates on the bottom floor, the Inn obviously closed with the Royalty here, and servants in outfits none of them feel comfortable in it seems. Riley at the farthest end, keeping an eye on Chance and Khamyra, Xavier looking somewhat defeated with his arm around her.

The meal is served and it is fantastic. The beer was bitter, but the rest was really good.

The King pushes his plate away and smiles, “now that was good,” he says giving a nod to Huxley and Gonbar who all but fell over with glee. The rest of the party nods in agreement as they finish up the food, and get offered dessert.

Bozutto looks to Chance who was sitting across from him, “Champion, I been meaning to ask you, I don’t remember seeing those… (points to his own temple), are they scars on the side of your face?” Tilting his head a bit trying to see better.

Affinity nudges him and gives him a look, says quietly, “that was rude…”

He looks a bit stunned but shrugs his shoulders.

“No, it is ok,” Chance says wiping his mouth, putting the napkin on his plate. “They are there because when I frenzy in battle, a demon head of sorts forms and I guess that is where my head splits open…” he says, almost finishing with a question tone.

Riley gives Xavier the look of all looks, and he sighs dropping his shoulders. Everyone else is wide eyes almost not believing him.

The Champion looks about the room and chuckles, “well you asked, and before you inquire about these,” he puts his fists up to show the dark marking on them, “this is where the 12 inch flaming claws come out.”

Khamyra takes a small bite of the pie in front of her, with a smirk and everything she can do without laughing at Riley and her reactions. “Such a sad life she must lead” the Warlock thinks to herself.

The King and Queen exchange glances and Affinity has a look as to say, “told you not to ask,” Bozutto nods to you, and frowns a bit.

Shortly after Riley and Xavier excuse themselves and head to their room, followed closely behind by the King and Queen.

“Might of put a little buffer on the demon head story,” Cassie says with some muse, sucking down what looks like Cherie.

Shrugging his shoulders, “hey if you want to know, I’m going to tell you. Finster forbid that I actually turn in front of you… there are no surprises and you know what to expect,” he says smirking a bit, and chuckling.

“Not sure any explanation of that would…” the Baroness says thinking of how it would look, shuttering, “make it any less traumatic to watch.”

The couple finishes off the food and heads upstairs to their room. Everything in the room was brand new, but far from Royal quality.

“Wonder if ‘Riley’ will sleep in these beds tonight, they do not look of Royal quality…” the Warlock muses a bit, “unless they brought in the finest beds from the Augustian Realm for her to lay her snotty little head on,” she finishes with a snooty undertone.

Chance shakes his head, chuckles, grabs his wife, rips off the belt around her pants and they decide to test out the new bed they were about to sleep in.

Sproink!

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Freya 7:00AM

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Knock on the door wakes the Finster couple up, much to their delight they slept the whole night through. The bed was very comfortable and it was quiet.

They get washed up, changed and head down to the lower floor. Cassie spots them, and shakes her head with a half annoyed, half amused look.

She walks to them, “I would of got a wonderful nights sleep if it wasn’t for the noise from my next door neighbors,” she says softly, leaning in and giving the two of them a look.

They both seemed confused then it hits them, and both of them blush, “well, umm. You know. Testing the structure of the bed frame and all…” Chance says trying to recover.

The Baroness just gives him a playful push and they all sit down to a wonderful breakfast.

Chance and Khamyra head towards their carriage and the lead guard named Bertram, intercepts them. “My apologies, the King and Queen have requested you travel with them,” he says, finishing off with a swing of his arm, pointing to an even more luxurious carriage.

The Warlock laughs, “like I said before it must be such a sad and empty life living like that…” she says softly moving on.

Confused, Chance walks with her and leans down, “what do you mean?”

“Riley my dear, Riley is terrified of you and probably me as well…” she retorts not looking up to her husband and having the door open for her.

“Oh.” Is all the tall quarter elf could say, snickers a bit, shrugs his shoulders and walks into the carriage.

No expense spared, the benches were like big fluffy chairs, a white interior with mini lanterns, gold trimming, and room enough for what seemed ball dancing.

Both the King and Queen smile wide seeing you both climb in and sit. After the usual pleasantries, Khamyra gets a wild hair up her butt.

“So Riley really could not travel with us any longer is it? She was the only one with any kind of problem…” the Onyx Elf says glancing up the the royalty in front of her, with a smile, “she can be a bit much.”

Both of them exchange glances and shrug their shoulders.

Khamyra just nods, face flushing and leans back. Out pops Lukan and Affinities eyes bulge, smile growing while Bozutto practically shit himself, “Ho! Whoa, what… is that?”

Giving the cat a scratch, “my familiar, Lukan, a mini-kin Scatter Lynx,” she says proud like. The cat wraps itself around her neck and closes its eyes purring loud.

The King glances to his wife and smirks. Everyone goes to their books, scrolls and for Chance, looking out the window deep in thought trying to shake the past few days and come to terms with it.

Eventually the carriage stops, and the main guard comes to the window, “M’Lord & Lady, we should stop, we are halfway there and there is a village here to use the facilities.”

“They have no idea we are stopping here, huh?” Bozutto says with a bit of muse wondering how this is going to work out.

The man shakes his head, “no sire, they do not.”

He looks to his gorgeous wife, holds out his hand, “shall we my dear?” The King takes Affinities hand and they exit the carriage.

Khamyra and Chance do as well looking about and there had to be 20-25 people staring at them with wide eyes, open mouths. The cloak I have is worth more than some of these peoples entire wardrobe and then some the Warlock thinks. Feeling slightly guilty she moves over to her husband, and they walk closer to the town.

Everyone gets escorted into a shanty Inn to do what they have to. While waiting with Khamyra heading in Chance glances over to see Xavier give him a look and nod.

The Champion walks over to Xavier, “M’Lord?” he says almost with a bit of sarcasm to it.

Xavier looks around the building to see the back of the Inn is not very well maintained. He waves him back, and both of them walk into the brush out of sight of everyone, “might as well fertilize these weeds…” he says with a slight chuckle.

Both of them are taking out a few clovers and an ant or two with the urination. Finishing up Chance sighs, “sorry about Riley, I did not know my presence would effect her so much.”

The Duke, finishing up too, “I should apologize to you and Khamyra. She was raised in a very strict Animax household, and was always told of this “evil cleric” that wanted to over throw the godplane. She never really mentioned the name Finster, though not many people even knew that is who the legends and fables talked about.”

Chance nods his head as the two head out of the brush, “it’s alright, just wish it was better for you.”

Xavier smiles and pats him on the shoulder, “thank you Chance, I appreciate that.”

Riley as rigid as a block of granite and is looking at the Duke and Chance, she says “umm, you can go now, the women are done.”

The Duke smirks to her and just says, “naw, we just wizzed out back,” thumbing in that direction.

The woman’s eyes bulged, a small gasp escapes and now looks completely flustered.

Seeing this, Chance smiles wide, chuckles, nods to Xavier and walks over to Khamyra who seems to be amused by whatever was happening with the three of them.

The trip continues, and Affinity has kept an eye on Chance seeing him melancholy and distant. Wishing she could read him, she tries to distract herself with a few books of parenting she brought along.

Eventually they get to the Capitol of Magus Orion. A beautiful city that looks wonderful in the fall. The carriages pull up to an entrance and they let everyone out.

A crowd starts appearing on both sides of the large cobblestone roadway as a familiar face shows up with another familiar face on his arm as well.

Obyren and Jennilise. Big smiles, bows and pleasantries all around.

“I heard you were showing up. so I figured I better be there to greet them… who knows what could happen,” Obyren says giving the Champion a Warriors handshake.

Nodding and smirking, “probably a good idea.” The Champion responds.

He stops the shake, gives the tall man a serious look, “hey, you haven’t locked yourself in any prison cells lately have you,” he finishes off with a smirk and a bit of whip.

Khamyra scrunches her forehead wondering why he would ask him that question.

The crowd is trying to bow as well, ooh’s and ahh’s all around. Khamyra begins to chuckle and nudges the large man, pointing.

A group of men and women are on one knee while you pass by. At first the Quarter elf thought it was for royalty but he could feel it, and he knew it was for him.

Patting the Warlock on her hand, he then walks to them. The entourage stops and looks, again wide eyes.

“Disciples, I am flattered, but the only person you should kneel to is Lord Finster himself. Please rise,” Chance finishes with a bit of his eyes beaming to give them a little show. He is also trying to expedite this to avoid too much hassle.

“M’Lord, you are honored, you will lead them all, you will defeat the cast off Goddess and save Legon!” the man says getting louder and louder, his face getting flush. The people around him grabbing for him.

Chance walks to him leans down, looks into his eyes, light beaming good now and he smiles, “thank you, Finster looks down upon you and everyone here and acknowledges your commitment. Just know that you can always count on his strength, especially when you need it most.” The large Champion stands up straight and looks to the 8-10 people who were kneeling and smiles and puts his hand to his heart. Gives them a nod and walks back to Khamyra who was exploding with pride and admiration for her husband.

You can hear, “that, was amazing. I think that is the Warlock too, oh!” from those people, they are all pointing and talking now.

Bozutto tapping his toe impatient, looking back, “is it alright that we continue Champion?” he yells with as much whip as he could muster.

“Of course My King, my apologies…” the tall man responds in a serious tone.

They are led to an Inn that looks like it was rebuilt overnight, everything trying to be luxurious but not quite there. Riley is going to have a conniption most likely, Chance muses to himself.

Turn Based Begins Here

Chance: I will follow the party to the Inn, holding Khamyra’s hand as we are walking

DMaster: A few concierges are directing traffic, it is a bit of a buzz now. They get your name and escort you to a second floor room, 2B.
Entering it is pretty nice for Inn standards; 25ft X 15ft, big window on an open wall with a dresser, and what appears to be it’s own bath (unusual for an Inn). It has a good size bed, decent decorations, flowers on a smaller table and brand new rugs.

Chance: Not Bad really, but not up to Riley standards though, smirking to myself. I will ungear and get into some simple black ward clothes.

DMaster: Khamyra stops you and shakes her head. You were digging around and couldn’t even find the outfit you thought you had packed, though you did very little of it. The Warlock smirks a bit, pulls out some clothes that matches hers.

Chance: Look over and sigh a bit.
Chan: I feel like I am being put on display here
Giving her one of my silly grins, shoulder shrugs.

DMaster: She smiles
KHA: You are the Champion of not only Camerondale, but Finster as well.
She stops, taps her chin in thought.
KHA: Do you remember a time when you wanted to “dress the part” – you went out, got a haircut, beard trim and fancy new clothes. What the hell happened to that?
She is getting herself ready, points to the clothes on the bed.

Chance: Chan: well… I do remember, but I just feel, I don’t know. Guess I am over thinking a lot of things with all that has been going on. I should actually enjoy this as a vacation for the both of us, even if it might get a bit stuffy with Riley around.

DMaster: She scoffs.
KHA: Pay no mind to her, royal privilege and the upper class. We are actually lucky with Cassie and even Xavier. Hell, the Queen and King are both down to earth, at least with us… we got “real” lucky.
She glances at you staring at the outfit blankly.
KHA: Please don’t get into your mood, don’t be all melancholy.
She is adjusting a few things in her dress, stops, turns and looks at you fully.
KHA: Sorry hun, I don’t mean to be the nag but if I don’t, then I get a million and two questions about what is wrong with you.

Chance: My eyes go big seeing her dress
Chan: That. Is beautiful. You. Are beautiful.

DMaster: She smiles and even blushes a little. Even after all this time the both of you can make each other get butterflies and smile. She turns and points to the back.
KHA: Clasp me up please

Chance: Nod my head and try to clasp her up
Chan: I can’t make any promises my dear but I will try to be more jovial.
Chuckle a bit finishing her dress.
Chan: I am sure it is killing certain mind readers not to be able to read me as they would like.

DMaster: She nods her head, giggling.
KHA: The whole trip I noticed both Cassie and Affinity struggling watching you
She points again to the outfit, stern “mom” look in her eyes. She is putting things in a purse of sorts, places a black ward dagger on the bed for your boot
KHA: Listen up Champ. I am going to tell you the itinerary for this coronation. Today is just a simple informal dinner. meet and greet potluck. In another words, just mingle, eat at your leisure.

Chance: Get dressed. Then gladly put the dagger in my boot and look back up smiling.
Chan: More or less to rub elbows with people, I take it

DMaster: She nods.
KHA: Luckily, word came down that Queen Alannya Tristina will not be arriving until late tonight or tomorrow morning.
She smirks thinking of how the rest of the event is going to be a cat and mouse.
KHA: Oddly, We heard rumors the King of Augustia is about to file for separation, but who knows if that is true. Politics and families you know.

Chance: Nod head, getting a little anxious remembering about that nasty bitch.
Chan: well, it’s not like we are in Augustian land anyways

DMaster: She is looking in the mirror, adjusting her boobs, and putting on a little perfume. She tosses you a small vial of cologne
KHA: Tomorrow is the funeral for the King. Should be a short day. The wake, the funeral and the burial followed by a quick dinner. Sunday is the coronation, that is when all the shit goes down. Introductions, awards, crownings, new lords, new lands, you know, the usual.

Chance: Catch the bottle and dab some of the cologne on as I am listening to her talk

DMaster: KHA: Monday we have a farewell breakfast and we are heading back home
She turns to see you, smiles wide
KHA: You look really good.

Chance: Smile at her.
Chan: I hope so babe, you, well, essentially dressed me.
Still haven’t really taken my eyes off her wondering how I got so lucky, a big smile goes to my face looking at her

DMaster: She has almost a spell about her, you are used to it, but her beauty is breathtaking. In that dress now too, she is stunning. Both of you match pretty good. She walks over and gives you a kiss.

Chance: Kiss back.
Chan: and just when I think you couldn’t get more beautiful, my love, you prove me wrong

DMaster: KHA: Thank you my dear, but I am sure you’d rather see this dress on the ground and me naked straddling you
She says grabbing your arm and about to leave the room

Chance: Stop, stare for a moment, even blush.
Chan: well, you’re not wrong.

DMaster: She chuckles and nudges you.

Chance: Chan: But since I am being put on display, why not show you off as well, my Warlock.
Chuckling a bit

DMaster: She snuggles up to your arm, then you two leave the room, down the stairs. You meet up with Cassie who was talking to the concierge. She is in a nice outfit, but when she turns and sees the both of you, her eyes get a bit big. She looks down at herself, then to you.

Chance: Giving my patented smirk when I see Cassie
Chan: guess I do clean up nicely, when I need to

DMaster: She giggles and nods.
CASS: No doubt it was spearheaded by your gorgeous wife
Khamyra just smiles, looks somewhat innocent. Then the three of you walk out

Chance: Chan: well of course, I would have just shown up in simple clothes
Giggling a bit

DMaster: CASS: Probably bare assed with a stained shirt on backwards.
Khamyra burst out laughing. You three head into the castle and to a ball room of sorts, the doors are wide open and you enter the room.

DM NOTE: This is the time when all the characters (NPC’s) will be unveiled. So expect a lot of portraits and mingling dialogue.

Chance: Looking around as we enter the room, a big smile on my face as I have Khamyra on my arm.

DMaster: The first person you see, brings a huge smile to your face.
GRIM: Chance my boy!
A hearty dwarf in royal attire comes bounding over, big smile on his face

Chance: Big smile, bowing in respect.
Chan: good to see you M’Lord.

DMaster: He smirks, gives you a look as he then gives you a hearty warriors hand shake. Viola making her way over, has a grin on her face.

Chance: Smiling back to him, shaking his hand.
Chan: please tell me you brought some of your ale with you?

DMaster: GRIM: Of course of course! It was my gift.
Viola smiles, glances at Khamyra and double takes
VIO: You look familiar…
KHA: I am Chances wife, Khamyra.
Grim eyes eyes bulge a little and looks her over, smiling and a bit stunned.
KHA: I know, hard to tell it is me without my breasts popping out.
She chuckles and then like they remembered, they both smile and nod their head. Then they try not to look at her breasts.

Chance: Can’t help but really giggle on that one
Chan: good to see you again Queen Viola and you look as lovely as ever.
Take her hand and kiss it.
Chan: and, well, we meet under better circumstances this time.

DMaster: She smiles, even blushes then nods to you. Then in the corner of your eye you see someone you recognize, walks over and extends his hand. It is Dhommoth Hillchest.

Chance: Smile and shake his hand.
Chan: good to see you again Dhommoth, you remember my wife Khamyra

DMaster: He nods to her and smiles, she nods and smiles back. Then Grim-eyes attention gets averted.
GRIM: You old son of a bitch, I am surprised your teeth didn’t fall out on the way here!
Glancing over Jeramiah is walking in, a big smile on his face.
JER: Quite the greeting King. Surprised you weren’t drunk in the corner of some Inn…
The two of them hand shake laughing.

Chance: Chan: I will let you get back to eating, Dhommoth. It was nice to see you again.

DMaster: He nods and moves on.

Chance: Lean down to Khamyra.
Chan: When did Jeramiah get here, or come with us for that matter?

DMaster: She shrugs her shoulders
KHA: Must of traveled separate.
She glances to one side and chuckles.
KHA: Oh, looks like Cassie was found

Chance: Chan: Oh?
Look over to the Baroness.

DMaster: DM Note: I could not find Kellen’s images. Want to know why? I named them… “cassie_fuck_toy” – That is why. SMH.
Kellen is over to her trying to hug, be lovie dovie and she seems a bit embarrassed by it all.

Chance: Chan: It’s like he is trying way too hard, I feel bad for him.
Saying it softly, shaking head

DMaster: The Warlock leads you to the table with food.
KHA: I think Cassie is afraid to get involved again. Maybe because she thinks it will affect Affinity, not sure. But I bet you 3 copper that when they are alone she fucks him right good.
You both are nibbling on some food.

Chance: Cough a little, and chuckle. Grab a small plate and walk around nibbling on some of the food.
Chan: Interesting thought, I suppose.
Looking at Khamyra
Chan: Well I can be lovie dovie with you, my love, and you will still fuck me right good.
Blink my eyes fast giving her a look.

DMaster: She chuckles again putting a few things on her plate, shaking her head playfully.
KHA: Not going to argue that point.
The King and Queen finally show up and walk to you, both of them grabbing plates. Affinity sighs glancing over to her mom.
AFF: Looks like Kellen is in full swing, it is what my mom was not looking forward too.
Hard to tell if she doesn’t like him or doesn’t like that her mom is fending him off. Bozutto smirks a bit and grabs for some food. You watch as Jeramiah and Grim eye make their way to the barrels of ale and are tasting it.

Chance: Chan: My dear, you can mingle if you like but something needs my attention
Winking at Khamyra, excuse myself and head over.

DMaster: Glancing she giggles and shakes her head. Both of them are getting rosie cheeks.
GRIM: Two barrels of my special reserve apple ale, used the best apples this time, straight from Orchard Run
The dwarf king hands you a filled mug.

Chance: Eyes get big and a smile goes to my face, take a deep drink.

DMaster: It is amazing. Perfect beer, with a hint of apple and even a few apple bits floating. It is awesome. Grim-Eye stops, turns and greets Bozutto, Affinity – Pleasantries all around, with Viola making it into the frey as well.

Chance: A big silly smile goes to my face and take another sip

DMaster: WOMAN:Save some for the others

Chance: Looking around at all the royalty all in one place, turn around and look

DMaster: Princess Amara has a smirk on her face, Lattimore bounding behind her looking as dopey as ever.

Chance: Bow a bit and smirk,
Chan: Better get it while you can, this was not made on this plane of existence. It is heavenly.

DMaster: Lattimore chuckles with big eyes seeing you, and glancing up
LAT: Whoa, you grew…

Chance: Chan: yeah, well kind of
Giving Latty a nice smile and nod.

DMaster: AMA: So how have you been? Heard you got married?
She smiles, You can see Khamyra heading your way

Chance: Nod head, look past them.
Chan: Speak of the devil, here she is now.

DMaster: Khamyra gets a playful offended look. They both turn, smiling and then they both stop, mouth open, eyes big. Khamyra curtsies and smiles
KHA: Yes, rumors are true I am married to this big goof-ball. Finster save me.
They both giggle and you see her look directly into their eyes and wink, that makes them snap out of it, shake their head a little, smile and greet her.

Chance: Cover my mouth trying not to giggle and spill my drink

DMaster: KHA: I am also here to try and get a mug before my husband drinks it all… he might love this brew almost as much as he loves me
They giggle again, she grabs a mug and pours

Chance: Chan: hey now, I won’t drink it all I still have to represent Camerondale as its Champion. Can’t have me falling down drunk
Giving her a fun look.

DMaster: With quick whip
KHA: Might actually be an improvement
She says with a big smile on her face, Amara laughs and Lattimore’s mouth opens
LATT: Oh snap!

Chance: Put out a scolding finger to Khamyra. Wag it a little. Sink shoulders.
Chan: She’s probably right.
Smile at them. Then get close to Khamyra and lean down, whisper into her ear
Chan: you wait till later, love

DMaster: She blushes a little and smiles. Amara waves a man over.
AMA: This is Lead Regent Marinos of the Western Hold
He comes over and nods his head.
MAR: Nice to meet you

Chance: Bow a bit in respect.
Chan: nice to meet you as well
Nodding my head to him.

DMaster: Khamyra does the same, courtsie and a smile. He is staring at your wife, wide eyes. She smirks, winks and he seems to pull out of his trance.
MAR: Your name is Khamyra, really? Beautiful name
She nods in response.
KHA: Yes, Khamyra Axion, Chances wife.

Chance: Can’t help but smile more, taking another gulp of my drink

DMaster: KHA: I know there are 4 holds, all directional, how is there a Queen and Princess and the like? Is it for every hold?
Amara pours herself a mug, but bats Lattimores hand away when he went for one.
LATT: Aww, come on!
She gives him a look and that makes you smile, turn a bit not to giggle.
AMA: Yes, they are directional. East is the smallest hold, Kellen over there is the regent. Then South, then West and the largest by far is the Northern one, though…
Marinos chuckles after a long drink.
MAR: Probably should be called the “center” hold
She nods in agreement.
AMA: Me and my mother are the regents for the north. Tradition dictates whoever is in control of that hold is the King, Queen, Prince, Princess, of the entire Kingdom.

Chance: Half listening kind of looking around, since I really don’t have much interest in the conversation

DMaster: KHA: Ahhh, ok
Everyone conversing with each other, you see Obyren and Jennilise come in hand in hand. DM: Condensing. The party continues, Chance finds a secluded place and drinks alone for a bit. But eventually someone taps him on the back.

DMaster: Inasatra in this amazing outfit, eyes beaming and looking as stunning as ever. She has a big mug in hand, smiling.
INA: Keeping your cool Champion?
She sits down next to you.

Chance: Smile back at her, chuckle. Then shake my head
Chan: Of course I am, or at least I am trying
Thinking for a moment about the cave, turning into a demon and breathing fire… odd that she told me to keep my cool right before all that went down in the underrearth. Then I giggle
Chan: You been doing good?

DMaster: She shrugs her shoulders than looks to the side
INA: Whoa, you are…
She stands up.
INA: Beautiful.
Glancing over you see Khamyra standing there, blushing as much as a Onyx Elf can and nods
KHA: Thank you, I just came over to scold my husband

Chance: Sink shoulders, glance to the Eldergleen.
Chan: Inasatra, my wife Khamyra. Wife, this is Inasatra.

DMaster: Inasatra gives you a look like “damn dude, THIS is your wife?”
KHA: Pleasure to meet you again, we did briefly during that occurrence at Hillside.
She nods and smiles
INA: Occurrence. I guess that is what you can call that.
She says with a chuckle.

Chance: Be playful.
Chan: can’t a man just enjoy his drink?
Raising my eyebrow a bit at Khamyra

DMaster: She has a deadpan stare at you, Inasatra looks a bit uncomfortable,
INA: Nice to see you again, I am just, uh, going to go get a refill, yeah, a refill
The Elf moves on quickly to the barrels.

Chance: Shaking my head knowing Khamyra is going to try to scold me

DMaster: KHA: You can have plenty of time to drink on your own. You need to be up and at them. Understand?
She says giving you a little purple eye glow

Chance: Chan: Just have to say, I feel awkward, like a man out of place. Making me transition 180 degrees like this. Its a bit overwhelming.
Make my eyes beam a bit back at her

DMaster: She shakes her head.
KHA: Understood. But you have defeated some of the most powerful monsters on Legon, saved the realm from a drought and a Lord from reigning destruction and bedded the craziest sex fiend this side of Clovendale river…

Chance: Eyes bulge, huge smile on my face. Stand up and take her arm.

DMaster: She leans into you.
KHA: I think you can handle a few handshakes and hello’s.

Chance: Nod head, giggling a little.

DMaster: Just then, with a lady in waiting and what looks like a servant, Princess Azatina walks in. Everyone turns and walks to greet her.

Chance: Chan: well my sex fiend, shall we? Since you are so insistent
Giving her a small smile

DMaster: She stops you, has her arm around yours, looking on as the poor Princess is getting engulfed.
KHA: Maybe we should let her breathe
She is getting mobbed in the nicest possible way.

Chance: Chan: yeah, I see what you mean. We shall hang back until she sees us.
Pat Khamyra’s hand.

DMaster: Khamyra grabs your mug and heads for the barrels, she is sucked into more conversation with Azatina and Marino. Standing around fidgeting, Azatinas eyes light up, excuses herself, races through the crowd and comes up to you with a big hug
AZA: Chance! You made it!

Chance: Hug her back and give out a big laugh
Chan: of course I did Princess, do you think I would miss this?
Look into her eyes, quietly.
Chan: I always forget how beautiful you are.

DMaster: She leans back, blushes and gives you a look, tilt of her head.

Chance: Smirk and nod.
Chan: I would not miss this for anything, Azatina.

DMaster: She smiles and backs up a little, still holding your hands. The majority of people are wide eyes, mouth open. Obyren is smirking glancing over to Jennilese who has a happy smile on her face. Inasatra is leaning against a wall, arms folded and chuckling, Khamyra is looking over her shoulder, raised eyebrow.

Chance: Chan: you think everyone would be used to this by now.
Glance around and back to her.

DMaster: AZA: I feel much better knowing you are here. Thank you.

Chance: Chan: You are most welcome. But, you might wanna give me my hands back before my wife comes over.
Smirking and chuckling.

DMaster: There standing 15 feet off, is Khamyra, two mugs in hand and a raised eyebrow. Azatina glances over and her eyes bulge, she drops your hands immediately.
KHA: Princess Azatina
The Warlock bows a bit, not to spill any ale.
AZA: This. This is your wife?
She has a big smile, wide eyes.

Chance: Nod my head

DMaster: Staring into Khamyra’s eyes
AZA: You… are so beautiful

Chance: Chan: Princess Azatina, this is Khamyra

DMaster: Khamyra smiles, hands you the mug, then does her wink thing and it snaps the young Princess out of it.
KHA: Nice to finally meet you, your grace.
AZA: Same here!
She seems a bit flustered, looks around.
AZA: I’m starving! Let’s eat!
She bounds over to the table of food, grabs a plate

Chance: I can feel Khamyra’s eyes on me, turn my head and look

DMaster: KHA: Well, I did tell you to go out and mingle but that was a little too much, don’t you think?
She says with a forced smile.

Chance: Chan: It’s harmless. It’s nice to know you have friends, you know?
Soft smile, then glance back to my wife.
Chan: I was trying to keep the mingling as low key as possible, but, hey… poop happens.
Shaking head a bit

DMaster: She takes a glug of her mug and it seems everyone is getting back to normal
CASS: Well, I see things don’t change much
The Baroness says giggling a little walking over to you, trying to leave Kellen in the dust. Khamyra gives her an eyebrow raise.

Chance: Chan: hey can I help it if I make everyone feel safe and I am just so damn huggable?
Giggling even more, taking a drink.

DMaster: Cassie nods her head.
CASS: He is, very huggable
Gives Khamyra a look, smiles and walks away

Chance: Watching Cassie walk away and just giggle
Chan: well let’s go mingle more shall we?

DMaster: DM: During our sessions I always play some fun pranks. This time I have an image of chance with “x” over his eyes and a big tongue sticking out. So of course that came out, “Someone shows up, everyone is scared! Its Alter-chance, he shit himself and dies.” Todd replies with his patented “such an asshat!”
The night goes on with some conversations, but nothing much of relevance until a few elves walk in.

DMaster: Regent Orio and his daughter Rivka. Azatina goes over to greet them, you can hear them apologize for being late, they were attacked by Orcs on the way there. Orio was beaming with pride telling of how his Daughter took out the lot of them.

Chance: I will work my way over to them as well.

DMaster: You get there, they both look up to you, smile.
ORI: Master Chance, how good it is to see you

Chance: Bow a bit in respect.
Chan: good to see you again as well, M’lord.

DMaster: Rivka smiles and blushes
RIV: Master Chance
Bows a bit to you.

Chance: Smile, nod and bow back.
Chan: A pleasure to see you again, my grace

DMaster: RIV: You too

Chance: Chan: Orcs? huh? Not surprised that you took most of them out M’Lady.
Just give her a wink and smile

DMaster: She blushes a little more, then Khamyra sighs loudly. Both of them look to her
ORI: I apologize and you are?
Rivka is looking at her like she knows her, but just can’t place it.

Chance: Turn to Khamyra.
Chan: oh yes, this is my wife Khamyra

DMaster: KHA: Chances forgotten wife it appears
She says with a bit of whip. They greet each other. Rivka is in a staring contest with the Warlock, almost awkwardly.
KHA: Yes, we met before when we were chasing that nasty Kobold, Vruc Emberwound.
Orio snaps his head back a bit, scowls.
ORI: Oh… That nasty creature.
RIV: Oh yes, now I remember, nice to see you again.

Chance: wait till they aren’t looking, give a kiss to Khamyra on the cheek.

DMaster: She glances at you from the corner of her eye. The night moves on and the get together starts to dwindle. You head out after saying some goodbyes.

Chance: Chan: well that didn’t suck as bad as I thought it would
Smirking

DMaster: KHA: You are as smooth as cattle dung on a warm rainy day
Shaking her head, chuckling, still holding your arm walking into the Inn

Chance: Chan: you know the whole rubbing elbows political thing isn’t who I am

DMaster: KHA: It “wasn’t” who you were. It is now… but I guess this is a learning experience.
You guys go up to your room, head in, close the door.

Chance: Lock the door and wrap my arms around Khamyra
Chan: just be patient with me love, guide me. I never had to worry about the whole political scene until now
Put my forehead to hers and then touch her cheek

DMaster: She hugs back then starts to get out of the dress. She lets out a “woof” once she loosens it up and it drops to the floor
KHA: Ahh that feels good. Not exactly comfortable

Chance: of course something goes straight to attention once the dress falls, getting a big grin on my face

DMaster: (POOF) Out pops Lukan from the necklace that was sitting on the dresser. He jumps on the dresser and sits looking at her. She smiles, digs out a bag and feeds it some food of some kind
It is gobbling it up.

Chance: I plop down in a chair and just look at Lukan

DMaster: LUK: Meow…?
KHA: I know, sorry my familiar, about that we were traveling and had an engagement to go to
It purrs and rubs up against Khamyra

Chance: Chan: well, at least something good came from the necklace
Still marveling at Lukan

DMaster: Khamyra finishes undressing and climbs into bed. Lukan cuddles up with her on her pillow

Chance: Sigh and shake my head, start to undress and climb in bed as well.

DMaster: KHA: Lukan, dresser
It yawns and jumps back to the dresser, Khamyra climbs on top and well. Lets just say Lukan hissed a bit and hid from you two for the rest of the night.

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Saturlay 5:30AM

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DMaster: typical night for you, woke up a bunch, but eventually you “bink” wake up fully. Lukan is sprawled out at the end of the bed, Khamyra is still sleeping. There is just a hint of light coming through the window.

Chance: Quietly climb out of the bed and grab a pair of pants, black ward for now and go lookout the window.

DMaster: You can see just over a wall, the sky is turning pink a little, a few twinkles left in the stars. Not a cloud in the sky as far as you can see, opening the window slightly, it looks to be nice temperature its mid 50’s you guess, some light winds

Chance: Grab a seat in the chair and just watch Khamyra and Lukan sleeping

DMaster: The cat yawns, stretches, jumps to the water barrel, licks some water, then shakes itself. Eventually gives you a passing glance, then walks to the necklace on the dresser and poof. It disappears into it. Khamyra is stretching

Chance: Lean forward putting my elbows on my knees and just keep watching her smiling
Chan: So I am confused.

DMaster: KHA: Kind of early for that, but what is it my love?
Smirking a bit.

Chance: Chan: Lukan was eating, and he just took a drink. Yet before you came along, I am guessing he was in that necklace for a thousand years plus. How is he not dead or just a pile of bones?

DMaster: She laughs, slides a bit out of bed.
KHA: I had that thought too.
Wipes the sleep from her eyes.
KHA: My theory is when he is in the necklace he doesn’t age, he doesn’t really exist. Only when he is released does he have needs of thirst and hunger. So he could have a meal, drink some water and immediately pop into the necklace for 30 years and be just fine when he pops out, in fact he probably wouldn’t even be hungry and thirsty.

Chance: Chan: Almost like… he doesn’t even realize any time has past? Lukan might just think its been 5 seconds.

DMaster: She nods her head and smiles, stands up and stretches.
KHA: Can you get the bath going for me?
DM: Condensing. The two of them take baths, get dressed with little to no conversation, really not looking forward to the funeral. I mean who does? The couple heads down wearing simple but coordinating outfits. Pleasantries all around, and Khamyra spots the Augustian Queen. She rubs some goop on your hand, says something quietly and goes on with the breakfast. You both finish and head back up to the room. Khamyra puts a tea cup on the dresser that she pulled from a small bag, looks at it and frowns.

Chance: Looking at the tea cup, giving her a look back.
Chan: Going to lift that? Don’t like our cups at home?

DMaster: She giggles and puts a hand on your shoulder.
KHA: That is queen Alannya Tristina’s. Your buddy Inasatra found a way to get it out of her possession and give it to me. It has her “essence” on it, or at least enough.
She smiles, walks to you and wipes your hand
KHA: You were invisible to her, for the most part. More out of sight, out of mind. You were there but a non-descript person of no interest to her.
Raising her eyebrows
KHA: Not sure we can do it again, but in a controlled environment like the breakfast, it worked.

Chance: Chan: well, I guess we’ll just have to see how things go.
Sigh a bit

DMaster: She lays out your outfit. It is a black ward one, the symbol on the left panel, the Dahlia symbol underneath.

Chance: Smile seeing the symbol
Chan: well at least this outfit isn’t as stuffy, I won’t be tugging at my collar the whole time
thinking to myself even if it is a funeral she makes everything look good that she wears. Again putting a black ward dagger in my boot

DMaster: She puts on her dress and you help clasp the back. You guys head down, everyone is walking to the Castle, dressed in black and dark clothing. It is a gorgeous day, 65-70 degrees, light breeze, one or two puffy clouds. A few guards are guiding you into the castle, to the throne room. Many more people here for this, more upper class and such, all dressed for a funeral. The middle of the room is wide open all the way to the throne. To the left and right is a semi-roped off area where everyone is getting put into. The more noble, the more prominent, the further into the throne room you go. At the stairs to the throne, you can see an older woman in royal attire at the top and next to her is a younger man as well.

Chance: I will stand where we are led to and look up to the top of the stairs. Then keep watching and try not to hold Khamyra’s hand or arm too hard

DMaster: Across the way you can see the King and Queen of Augustia and they do not take notice of you. Azatina is walking in, behind her some guards, then a casket. After a few minutes the casket is set up, guards around it in full gear, very regal. Azatina walks to the stairs and turns. After a few moments you can see a few tears roll down her cheek, taking a few shaky breaths. She is just staring at the casket.

Chance: Fighting back a few tears for what Azatina is going through, I keep watching.

DMaster: She walks slowly towards the casket, shaky voice.
AZA: Thank you all for being here. We are here to honor a great man, a great king and… a great (sob) father
She walks to the casket quicker, tears streaming. She puts her hand on the casket
AZA: I am so sorry poppa, for… everything.
She puts her forehead to the casket and is crying pretty good. Everyone is uncomfortable or crying themselves.

Chance: She needs someone. Someone to help her through this. I let go of Khamyra’s hand and follow my heart. Make it through the roped off area. Head over to her.

DMaster: Quiet hiss.
KHA: Chance!
You walk to her, she has her head down, you can just see the tears falling and she is trying to settle but is gasping for air.

Chance: Kneel before her, take her hand. Be very quiet, just for her to hear.
Chan: Azatina.

DMaster: You take her hand and she gasps loudly, looks to you surprised, then a big smile goes across her face. Tears still streaming. She takes a deep breath

Chance: Chan: I am here for you, you can get through this, we are all here for you my Princess (wink after that). Find the strength for the next few moments, knowing you will have the opportunity to grieve for him later.

DMaster: Tears are starting to stop and she takes a deep breath.
AZA: Thank you.
She says quietly, and nods to you

Chance: Nod my head, I will give her a smile, pat her hand and a look before making my way back to Khamyra

DMaster: All eyes are on you as you stand, bow a bit and walk back over to Khamyra. Your wife is beside herself with everyone looking on.
AZA: Once again Champion, you come to my rescue.
Smiling now with a quick glance to you, then back to the casket. She wipes her nose and eyes then continues on with the funeral rites.
KHA: What. The fuck. was. That?
Putting her arm around yours, leaning into you, a face a bit flushed, saying it a bit quiet.

Chance: Lean down a bit
Chan: It’s called being there for a friend my dear.
Pat her hand.

DMaster: The funeral continues and then the casket gets taken out, everyone follows to the castle grounds and the graveyard

Chance: Following everyone out to the graveyard

DMaster: The casket gets lowered in. There are some people with instruments and they begin to play. Many people have some tears, as each one passes by and drops a rose into the grave.

Chance: Taking a deep breath watching all this, drop a flower.

DMaster: You are dismissed and you all head back to the ballroom. Looks much different now with tables and chairs. You get seated, you are sitting with Obyren, Jennelise and Inasatra.

Chance: It is a somber moment so I will remain quiet. Lean my head down and say a prayer in my head for Azatina’s father as well, to both Animax and Finster. Then look back up, hoping Khamyra isn’t giving me the stink eye for my actions.

DMaster: Obyren is staring you down, in a thoughtful look.
OBY: At first I didn’t think that stunt you pulled during the ceremony was a good idea, but, it worked and it was…
Jennilese with a huge smile on her face
JEN: Endearing. It made everything better, it really did. Thank you.
Khamyra is looking at you from the corner of her eye, then smiles and nods.

Chance: Nod and smile.

DMaster: The ballroom starts to grow in noise with people now talking and conversing. You are getting served dinner, and everyone digs in.

Chance: I will just eat, keeping my eye out for that bitch Queen.

DMaster: You guys eat, it is pretty good. You have some small chit chat with Obyren, Jennilese and well, not so much Inasatra, she is quiet anyways. Just about when you were done, Azatina comes over
AZA: Chance, can I speak with you for a moment?

Chance: Nod my head
Chan: of course
Pat Khamyra’s hand as I get up

DMaster: She acknowledges everyone at the table. Khamyra letting out a little sigh. You two walk farther away
AZA: Thank you for earlier, I was losing it.
She smiles, red eyes & a sad smile

Chance: Chan: It was more instinct than anything. My friend Azatina needed help and I wanted to be there for her.
Giving her a small smile

DMaster: She smiles.
AZA: Can I ask you for a favor?

Chance: Chan: you can always ask a favor of me

DMaster: She fidgets a bit.
AZA: I really don’t have anyone except Jennilese. She is busy with Obyren, and I really need…

Chance: Chan: What time?

DMaster: She looks up, tilts her head and smiles.
AZA: This evening sometime would be fine, but only if it is alright with Khamyra.

Chance: Nod to her.
Chan: I am sure she will say it’s ok. But I’ll check anyways.

DMaster: She giggles
AZA: I see who wears the pants in this relationship. But, I’ll ask for you.

Chance: Smirk.
Chan: yes, she wears the pants. Happy wife Happy life, and all that.
Giggling

DMaster: She walks over to her, leans to your wife. Khamyra nods, then Azatina turns, smiles and walks off. Everyone kind of gives you a look

Chance: Make my way back over to the table
Chan: what’s with all the looks?

DMaster: They smile, shrug shoulders and shake their heads. The dinner slowly disperses.

Chance: Disperse and spend time with Khamyra for awhile before I have to see Azatina

DMaster: You guys head back up, then decide to stay in. She opens the windows and Lukin comes out, gets fed. She is petting him.
KHA: I don’t know what to say. I was floored that you interrupted a funeral rite, and most people looked offended. If the Augustian Queen didn’t know who you were, she sure as hell does now. But I think it is all good now, Azatina did a good job smoothing it over.
Looks over to you as she starts to fold her dress to put it away.
KHA: She wants to see you tonight, you know what that means…

Chance: Chan: let’s not assume why she wants to see me, could be something as simple as going over something for tomorrow.

DMaster: She shakes her head, and before she could utter a word, knock on the door. Lukan looks up
LUK: Meow?

Chance: I will get up and answer the door

DMaster: It’s Obyren and Jennilese
OBY: So a rendezvous with the almost Queen huh?
Giving you an eyebrow raise. Then hands you a bottle of booze and a bag of chips.
JEN: It’s her favorite
Looking, you see you have a bottle of raspberry schnapps in your hand and fruit chips.

Chance: Smile and nod.
Chan: uh thank you, I think.
Looking over at Khamyra, before looking back at Obyren and Jennilese

DMaster: Jen smiles.
JEN: Thank you Chance, she needs a friend right now.
They wave and leave.
KHA: Interesting. Guess she needs to let it all out, and the booze will do it…

Chance: Interrupting.
Chan: I guess.
Stare at the bottle, slowly close the door.

DMaster: KHA: She obviously trusts you the most.

Chance: Chan: Wonder why she wanted me and not Jennilese?

DMaster: She shrugs her shoulders.
KHA: Jennilise probably heard it already a hundred times.

Chance: Chan: I am going to let her get blind stinking drunk and be there to listen.

DMaster: She smiles
KHA: Her father is dead, if she wants to get rip roaring drunk then let her

Chance: Chan: of course I can understand how she feels
Giving Khamyra a smile.
Chan: just not too drunk that she will be in rough shape for her Coronation

DMaster: She nods her head. The night goes on, then you head out, ask where her room is and find her door. You have a big bottle of raspberry schnapps and dried fruit chips in a big bag.

Chance: Knock on the door and put on my best smile.

DMaster: A servant opens the door
SERVE: Hello? Can I help you?

Chance: Smile and nod
Chan: Can you tell Azatina that Chance is here to see her

DMaster: Azatina is right behind, dismisses her and lets you in. A gorgeous room, double doors out to a balcony, she stops looks at your hands
AZA: I see Jennilese got to you, she knows those are my favorites.
She says chuckling

Chance: Chan: I guess. Her and Obyren showed up at my door, and I was like… wow, ready to party you two?
Smirking

DMaster: She chuckles, leads you towards the balcony.

Chance: Laugh a little
Chan: Imagine Obyren drunk.

DMaster: She lets out a big laugh and looks up to you.
AZA: I am not sure I can, he is so rigid.
She gives you a long hug, then grabs the bottle takes a slug. Opens the bag and eats a few fruit chips. Hands you the bottle.

Chance: Take it and take a sip.
Chan: At least I didn’t have to worry about having to ask where to put the chips and drink.

DMaster: She walks out to the balcony, it’s an amazing night. Lower 60’s, stars twinkling and a light wind.
AZA: I hope I didn’t get you in trouble with Khamyra

Chance: Follow her out to the balcony
Chan: if you had, I wouldn’t be here Azatina

DMaster: She takes the bottle, takes another glug and stares out over the city. She hands you the bottle back.

Chance: Lean on the rail, take a sip. Handing her back the bottle

DMaster: She shakes her head grabbing for the bottle.
AZA: I can’t believe this is happening.

Chance: Looking over at her, so she can see I am listening to every word she is saying

DMaster: A tear starts down her cheek.
AZA: You know. My father is dead because of me.
Still staring out over the city.

Chance: Chan: I don’t believe that for one minute
I move just a bit closer to her, I put my arm around her shoulder

DMaster: Tears are starting to stream

Chance: Chan: you had nothing to do with that, how could you?

DMaster: She buries herself into you, balling for a good minute or two. Gasping now and again. Then she gathers herself, takes another couple glugs. Grabs a few chips and downs them too.

Chance: Chan: if I have learned anything, as much as it hurts we move on and live our best life… even if it tears you up inside. We should remember, honor, but never let the past dictate who we are or who we become. That is our decision, and ours alone.

DMaster: She is listening, still snuggling into you – nodding her head. You suddenly get a tingle in your toes.
You are letting her cry in your arms

Chance: Keep letting her cry, I look around trying to sense anything.

DMaster: Nothing you can see. With her crying, the light wind it is difficult to tell. It is a gorgeous night out though.

Chance: Give the best scan of the area with my eyes, let them beam a little light, then turn back to the Princess.

DMaster: In between cries and sniffles,
AZA: I don’t know what I am doing, I don’t know if I can do this

Chance: Chan: I know you don’t think you can, but I know with all my heart that you can. I didn’t think I could be Finster’s Champion and yet look at me, we just have to believe in ourselves.
Stroking her hair. Keeping a sidewards eye out, just in case.

DMaster: She nods, wiping her eyes. Takes another glug, so do you. Chomp on a few fruit chips.
AZA: My first time changing into that, firebrand, I was in the throne room. A baron was yelling because he wanted to raise taxes and other nasty things. My father was trying to calm him down and then… he threatened my fathers life.
She stops, staring across the city-scape.
AZA: I was so mad. without thinking, I was racing for him, I just burst into flames. But, I stopped and was looking at myself all lit up. I was so scared.
She takes another shot, wipes her nose.
AZA: I don’t remember much afterwards, I just ran. Somehow Jennilese found me and we teamed up… but that event, me running away… took so much from my Father. His health declined so quickly after that. My mother, she could care less, my brother, off fucking whores and my dopey little brother? Yeah, I am happy he doesn’t shit himself day to day.

Chance: Chuckle a little.
Chan: We all deal with things differently. I am guessing your father did not deal with it very well…

DMaster: Interrupting.
AZA: Yeah?! I mean who could?
She walks a bit away flailing her hands around looking up to the sky.
AZA: His daughter turned into a human torch, ran off and disappeared. He didn’t know if I was dead or what? I… I didn’t even send him a note, or a letter.
Turns and walks to the edge of the balcony away from you.
AZA: I think he died of a broken heart…
She starts to ball.

Chance: Have my heart break a little. Walk to her, just hug her and let her cry.

DMaster: After about an hour. You guys took out half the bottle, she is getting sleepy.
AZA: Man, my eyes are sho shore.
She is rubbing them, slurring her words a bit.

Chance: Smile, guide her inside.
Chan: Come my Princess, you need to get some rest

DMaster: She smiles then gives you a dirty look.
AZA: Princhess? (slurred)

Chance: Laugh a bit.
Chan: It is the last time I will ever be able to call you that, Azatina.

DMaster: She smiles. You get her undressed to a point, and she slips into bed. You tuck her in and give her a kiss on the forehead. Head back out.

Chance: Make my way back to the Inn and my room, try and get myself under control. With my suspicions.

DMaster: You go into your room, open the door. Khamyra is up, reading a book. Lukan is perched on the dresser, looking sleepy. The Warlock slowly looks to you, eyes a bit guilty, confirming everything.

Chance: Close the door hard, take off my belt and whip it against the wall.
Chan: Enjoy the show?!
Stare at her for a long moment then go over to the dresser and put my hands on it, staring forward.

DMaster: A slap sound against the wall and the belt falls to the floor with a jangle. She closes her book. Lukan has an arched back and is staring at you, moving away.
KHA: Lukan, necklace please.
It walks to the necklace and poof, in it goes.

Chance: Plop down in a chair, and take off my boots

DMaster: You have the slightest of buzzes, but a stomach ache that is coming on. That swill was not agreeing with you.
KHA: I’m sorry.
She gives you puppy dog eyes.

Chance: Give her a dead pan stare and finish taking off my boots.

DMaster: KHA: After Friday seeing you two together, then the ceremony, I just…

Chance: Chan: Just what…
Say it loud and forceful. Then look at her.
Chan: Just what?!

DMaster: She turns her head, she is embarrassed.
KHA: I was worried about what she might try.
Speaking that in a meek tone.

Chance: Stand up, look at her.
Chan: What did you think I was going to do? Bend her over the railing and coronate her myself with my flopper?
Punch the dresser, walk a bit away.

DMaster: KHA: Once I saw you sensed me, I realized I was wrong.

Chance: Chan: Wrong?

DMaster: Nodding her head
KHA: I am sorry, I…

Chance: Interrupting.
Chan: Sorry for what? Spying on me and the Princess or sorry you got caught?

DMaster: She tilts her head and sinks her shoulders.
KHA: Both.
Looking down at the bed sheets.

Chance: Chan: Ha! At least I get some truth here.
Walk to the water basin grab a mug and down some water. Hoping it helps with the stomach ache.
Chan: With everything else that has been going on, hiding information from me and working with that twat Velencia…
Shaking head, look down, stand there.
Chan: After all that, “you” are the one that doesn’t trust “me?”

DMaster: KHA: Hun, I trust you. I should of trusted you in the situation. I just got a little jealous, I suppose.
She puts her book on the end table and gets out of bed. You can feel your heart beating pretty good, but you are calming down now.

Chance: Say it quietly, almost through my teeth, turning to lean on the wall, arms crossed.
Chan: You want to know anything, have any questions.
Stare at her, without the beams, burn a hole into her.
Chan: Come to me. Talk to me. We will figure it out. We always did before. Not sure why now there is some hesitation in your trust and faith in me.

DMaster: That hit her, she dips her head.
KHA: There is no hesitation. But there is so much going on. Way too much. I never meant to keep you out of the loop.

Chance: Giving her a “yeah sure” look.

DMaster: KHA: Well not for the entire time. We had things we had to do that would of put you in direct conflict with your Job. Once we had things settled I would of told you.

Chance: Looking down at the floor, nodding my head.

DMaster: KHA: As for tonight. That was just me, being jealous and worried she was going to try something, I should of thought of “us” first, but… I didn’t. It was impulsive.

Chance: Nod again, take a breath. Walk over to the chair, put on my boots.

DMaster: KHA: Uh, Chance, where are you going?

Chance: Shake head.
Chan: For a walk, I need air.
Walk out the door, close it.

 

Chance: Walk back to my room, quietly open the door, go in and close it.

DMaster: Khamyra is in bed, on her side. Lukan is sprawled across the bottom of the bed.

Chance: Sit on the edge of the bed.
Chan: You awake?

DMaster: KHA: Yes.
She rolls over a bit, glances to you.

Chance: Take a deep sigh.
Chan: I know what it looks like with Azatina, I guess I…

DMaster: Your arm is grabbed.

Chance: Stop and look over.

DMaster: KHA: Are you really trying to justify my discretion?
She says almost angrily.
KHA: Chance, what I did… it is on me. I own up to it. It is what I have done all my life. Impulsive and reckless.
By now she is leaning up.
KHA: What you have with Azatina… I was there. It is…
she dips her head, tears forming.
KHA: Precious.

Chance: Grab her hand and hold it.

DMaster: She takes it and kisses it.
KHA: I am sorry my love. I truly am.
Taking a few breaths
KHA: You once said you had a lot to learn about love and life, and let me tell you that is true. Not just for you, but everyone… me included. Me included a hundred times. I…

Chance: Grab the back of her neck and give her a kiss.

DMaster: It was spur of the moment, very passionate and it lasts for a good minute.
KHA: Well, shit. I forgot what I was going to say now.
She looks up to you.

Chance: Chan: ’tis ok love. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes, and I am sure I will continue to do so. If we both accept them, learn from them and grow… there ain’t nobody that will ever fucking touch us.
Give her a look and a beam from my eyes.

DMaster: The look on her face, the combination of pride, respect, trust but mostly love all in one look from this gorgeous Onyx Elf.
KHA: By Finster, I love you.
Leans in and kisses you again. After a minute, Lukan was kind of in the middle, he makes his way to the dresser without being told and jumps in the necklace.
KHA: Care to Coronate me?

Chance: Standing up taking off my shirt, stop and look at her odd.
Chan: Wat now?

DMaster: She turns dropping her nightgown.
KHA: Coronate me, with your… flopper was it?

Chance: A slow smile grows and grows and a loud hearty laugh erupts. Followed by some crazy unbridled sex.

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Starday 4:00AM

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DMaster: DM: I always have Todd roll for sleep, it can be a factor and it adds immersion. He rolled a 1. I gave him a little leeway considering he just made up with Khamyra and had great sex. What does he do? Rolls another 1. I did use this roll to fuel the little fight but still. Two ones in a row?
Khamyra snuggles up and you fall asleep pretty fast.

DMaster: Between the stomach ache, the nights events, the heart pounding sex. You lay in bed awake, allowing the Warlock to snuggle with you and sleep. Eventually she gets too warm and rolls over.

Chance: Get out of bed, quietly pull a chair to the window, the change over to champion to combat fatigue. Then look out the window.

DMaster: In the corner of your eye, the Cat pops out of the necklace and looks around. Goes to jump on the bed and sees you. Tilts its head.
LUK: Meow?

Chance: Chuckle.
Chan: Yeah, meow to you too buddy.

DMaster: The creature walks to the edge of the dresser, and tilts its head again. Then to your surprise it jumps on your lap.

Chance: Look down and smile, pet it slowly and softly.

DMaster: It starts to purr, curls up in a ball and starts to sleep.

Chance: Chan: Apparently everyone can get to sleep but me….

DMaster: Eventually the sun rises and Khamyra leans up, waking.
KHA: You are up already?
Lukan gives out a yawn. Still in your lap looks over to the Warlock.

Chance: Chan: I never went to sleep love that nasty swill I was drinking must not of agreed with me

DMaster: Khamyra has the biggest smile on her face looking at Lukan.
KHA: You two hung out all night then?
Lukan gets to all fours and stretches. She sighs comes over and hugs you. Gives Lukan a scratch.

Chance: Hug Khamyra and smile
Chan: Guess we should get this day going.

DMaster: She nods, you two take a bath together get a little frisky… but make, uh, quick work of it.

Chance: and sproink! Once we are done getting frisky I am sure Khamyra will get our outfits out for the coronation.

DMaster: She just has some black ward simple outfit for you.
KHA: Breakfast is probably already started. Let’s make real quick work down there and get back up here.

Chance: Nod head thinking of that nasty Queen bitch from Augustia. I walk up behind Khamyra
Chan: have I ever told you how lucky I am
Kiss her on the neck

DMaster: she shutters, smiles and purrs like Lukan
KHA: Once or twice… maybe.

Chance: Todd made note: I sense a common theme tonight; between you trying to find pics and me rolling 1’s or really low… thank god we are not in battle!!
Give her one more kiss on the neck and then giggle
Chan: if I keep this up we won’t make it to the Coronation

DMaster: She pats your flopper once and shakes her head, she was also getting a bit flush. You get in simple outfits go down and get breakfast, eat and chat. The queen seemed to be looking out for you, but Khamyra skillfully kept you away from her. Then you head back up. Since your sleep sucked ass last night you lay down and nap because the coronation starts around 4.

Chance: Get a quick nap in and then working on making myself look presentable

DMaster: You fit in a decent nap. Khamyra is already toweling off from her bath, she is laying out her outfit on her side of the bed. She points to an outfit hanging.
KHA: That is yours, sleepy head.
She smiles glad to see you actually slept.

Chance: Take a quick bath, then looking at myself before putting my outfit on.
Chan: Help me with my hair?
Puppy dog eyes

DMaster: She snorts and nods. You look at the outfit, and the quality is unmatched, the design is there but the color is a drab gray. Also the material seems matted and weird. Looking at her outfit it seems to be the same fabric and color.

Chance: Shrug my shoulders, use that cologne.
Chan: as someone reminded me, it is time for me to look the part, am I right?
Giving her a small wink

DMaster: She finishes with your hair and it looks real good. Then nods to you.
KHA: Hell yeah!
It is getting close to 4 and you two head out. She wears her necklace and Lukan jumps in.

Chance: Tugging at the collar a little bit as we head out

DMaster: She glances over
KHA: Stop that…
Saying it forcefully but with a little playfulness. You are waiting out of the castle, in a line, a concierge of sorts getting you in order. The kings, queens, regents announced first, then the rest of the people. Cassie in front of you. She glances back and gives the both of you an odd look.
CASS: Interesting color
Smiling looking you both over.
KHA: It will be…
Giving the baroness an eyebrow raise and a smirk. You can now hear…
CRY: Duke of Camerondale, Xavier Hendricks and his wife Riley Hendricks.
Applause happens, and you hear Cassie sigh.
CRY: Baroness of Camerondale, Cassandra Arqulone Hendricks.
Everyone applauds to her she walks in awkward like waving her hand. Khamyra hands the card to the Crier. He looks, his eyes bulge looks back to her
CRY: Excuse me miss…
Khamyra gives him a look, a little purple glows from her eyes.
KHA: Do. Your Job. Announce us.

Chance: Oh boy. Taking a deep breath I look on hoping she doesn’t set this dude on fire. But can’t help but smirk a bit.

DMaster: He stumbles back a bit, takes a hard swallow.
CRY: The Champion of Camerondale & The Champion of… Finster, Chance Axion
As he is announcing it, she snaps her finger and her dress comes alive. It is like a campfire, your suit matching – it is like the material has a life of it’s own. Everyone’s eyes bulge, open mouth. Mostly gasps and oh’s and aw’s.
CRY: Accompanied by his Wife the Warlock of… umm… Finster, Khamyra Axion

Chance: snicker just a bit more with wide eyes, trying not to giggle. This doesn’t make a lot of sense, if that nasty queen is here I can’t imagine she is going to be all happy to see this.

DMaster: Your clothes look like a LED show, some butterflies emerge and flutter about in this semi-translucent state, gorgeous color and they dive back into the outfit. Everyone is stunned and they are still clapping with and ohs and ahs

Chance: I wrap my arm around Khamyra’s as we walk down, big smile on my face

DMaster: CRY: Ahem
Trying to recover from that display, the man waves for some people with trumpets.
CRY: For the final time I am honored to announce; the “Princess” of Magus Orion, Azatina Gladestone
Everyone claps, cheers and whistles. She walks in looking all regal

Chance: Patting Khamyra’s hand as we keep watching

DMaster: After a short time, things settle down. Everyones eyes are up to the throne. The older woman you saw before, her mother presumably, has a crown and is going through the rituals / rites. Everyone has a hard time hearing it and she is talking fast like she doesn’t want to do it. Afterwards she is standing there looking at her daughter. The crier comes up, wide eyes realizing the Old Queen is dropping the ball, picks it up.
CRY: This crown now dignifies Azatina as the true and riteful heir to the Kingdom of Magus Orion.
The mother gives the crier a look of disgust and nods her head. The crown gets placed on the blonde with a red streaks head and she turns.
CRY: For the first time, I am honored to announce, the Queen of Magus Orion, Azatina Gladestone.
The ceremony goes on, it starts to drag, but it has to be done. She is announcing new land deeds, some retirements, some promotions, the works. You remember this at Bozutto’s and Affinities. it was typical heavy Royal things.

Chance: Try and stay alert, wanting to go down 12 mugs of Grim-Eyes brew.

DMaster: AZA: I need to award a few people and we can move on to the food, drinking and dancing
She chuckles
AZA: Inasatra? Please come up here
The Eldergleen’s eyes big as saucers. She is in this elegant outfit, stunning. The Eldergleen goes up there, kneels
AZA: For your unbreakable loyalty, and for your bravery in the crisis at Hillside, and…
Her eyes well up a bit.
AZA: Being my friend when I needed it, I award this medal of valor to you.
She puts it around her neck.

Chance: Wanting to applaud right now but I resist the urge to do so and smile knowing how vital she was

DMaster: She stands again stunned, the two have an awkward pause just looking at each other, surprisingly Inasatra leans in and hugs the Queen. Everyone cheers and applauds louder.

Chance: Applaud as well with a big grin on my face.

DMaster: She brings up Obyren and gives him a medal.
AZA: Last but not least, Chance Axion? Please come up here

Chance: Eyes go big, look around, letting go of Khamyra’s arm I slowly walk up to where Azatina is

DMaster: She has a big smile, and you see her eyes are welling up again.
AZA: Kneel Champion.
Saying quietly

Chance: Chan: Yes… my Queen.
Saying it quietly, with a small grin on my face

DMaster: AZA: For…
She stops and looks down, probably remembering the awful place you found her. She takes a deep breath.
AZA: For your actions at the buried stronghold, rescuing me and my Jennilese.
She puts her hand on your head smiling really wide. She couldn’t stop a tear.
AZA: For your sacrifice and bravery in the crisis of hillside, for the assistance with the removal of my curse and for being one of my best friends, I offer this medal of valor to you.
She puts a medal around your neck, then she leans down and kisses your forehead. She pulls a bit for you to stand.

Chance: have a big smile on my face giving her a warm look. Stand up.

DMaster: Looking up to you, a few tears.
AZA: Thank you and I love you

Chance: Lean down, smile wide.
Chan: You are most welcome Azatina, and I love you too.
Saying it “very” quiet.

DMaster: You turn around and head back to a rousing applause. Khamyra beaming with pride both your outfits still glowing. DM: Condensing. You are again teamed up with Obyren, Jennilese and Inasatra. The dinner is served almost immediately afterwards, it is about 6:00 PM – It is a gorgeous day out. The ballroom doors are open to the marble porch overlooking what would be beautiful flower gardens, but being so late in the year, the fall and nip in the air has killed most everything. It is amazing food, the mulled wine is near perfection and realize that is probably the King and Queen of Augustia’s gift… everyone is in higher spirits

Chance: Making some small talk at the table, as we are eating

DMaster: The dinner was almost done and the soft roar of people talking, eating suddenly stops.

Chance: Raise an eyebrow, Look around.

DMaster: The middle of the ballroom is open, for dancing later, but for now a man stands there. He has blonde hair, in a nice outfit. He is looking around and back to the main table with Azatina. The Queen of Magus Orions eyes are bulging, as well as everyone elses, some gasps and whispers. Azatina slowly walks to the middle of the room, where the man is standing, hands in pockets.
MAN: Quite the party, wish I was invited…
Looking about the room, then back to her.
AZA: You choose now to finally show up brother?!?