Kayse (prime)

Kayse Thaellian Kayse Thaellian portrayed by Tisket. "You have no control. Who lives, who dies, who tells your story." Race Aelotoi Culture Vaer'sah Profession Rogue Religion Aeia Affiliation(s) Beacon Hall Archive Elanthian Elegance, Black Hand Trading Co Hobbies Writing, storytelling painting Best Friend Shinann Autura, Orssus Zoktavir Spouse Falvicar Jalcon (Partner)

Kayse Thaellian is an aelotoi rogue that hails from River's Rest and dabbles in a number of different hobbies. The aelotoi loves fashion and is a member of Elanthian Elegance, where she has given many lectures on fashion and culture. She has competed in Bardfest three times becoming a two time Champion and placed 4th one year as well. She has also won 1st place awards during Ebon Gate for her scary tales. Besides performing and writing tales, Kayse manages the events and history for Beacon Hall Archive, where she is the Storyteller. Due to her time in River's Rest, Kayse started learning the ins and outs of smuggling and works as the Negotiator in the Black Hand Trading Co, a mercantile company that buys and sells goods.

Kayse is currently residing in Wehnimer's Landing and Solhaven.

Appearance

You see Kayse Thaellian the Botanist.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Vaer'sah Clan.
She is moderately tall and has a curvaceous figure. She appears to be young. She has voluminously lashed, viridian-specked pear green eyes and freckle-dusted, smooth olive skin. She has long, lustrous mournbloom black hair tightly upswept into a flawless rounded bun, her head wrapped in a raw silk headband painted with ivory heather blossoms which reveals straight bangs that touch just above her eyebrows. She has strong and toned features, yet still possesses alluring feminine qualities enhanced by her soft full blush-hued lips. She has a pair of oval niveous-veined sparkling champagne wings.
She has a multi-colored ink splotched lily on her arm, an inked vine laden with blossoms on her waist, a primitively inked white jagged heart on her finger, and a trio of flowers tattoo on her wrist.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a small violet in her right hand.
She is wearing a pale carved sephwir lily suspended on an ivy vine choker, a shoulder-clasped vanilla leather jacket cropped beneath the bust, a dusky rose damask corset with ruched silk bustline over a single-sleeved ivory ramie silk blouse, a sephwir and willow entwined band, a cherrywood oval vanity case, some tight chocolate suede leggings that sit low on the hips, and a pair of tall black boots slightly raised on ebonwood heels.

Background

Return to Sunder

During the Return to Sunder storyline, ithzir invaded the landing, they probed Kayse's mind and resurfaced a painful memory from her past. Based on this, the events in this storyline contributed to her greatly feeling responsible for Rodnay and began their friendship when she gave him a sprig of lavender that reminds him of his mother.

Eyes of the Dawn

Kayse experienced visions sent by her patron Aeia during the Eyes of the Dawn story line. Her and a small group of adventurers were able to defend the Aeia shrine in the citadel in River's Rest--the first shrine to save any innocents from Chaston's slaughtering. She was also present for the fall of Talador.

The Call for Unity is Born

On a crisp white parchment hastily written in common in an elegant scripted penmanship:

To the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing, to our neighbors of Icemule and Solhaven, to those over the Dragon Spine in the Elven Nations, to the Isles of River's Rest and Teras....heed our call:

We gathered as a collective to express our opinions of Chaston and the Blameless the other evening when another religious group was slaughtered. The common theme in our discussion was unity and standing together. Now is the time to do so.

Tonight a group of us met to discuss a starting point to move forward on a plan of action. I am calling on everyone again to attend a mass prayer to reach out to our patrons in an interfaith service. It will happen in the small park located in Wehnimer's Landing on Tilamaires the 26th of Koaratos. We will gather at approximately 11:30pm elven. 

Bring your idols, your prayer-beads, your meditation mats. However you wish to communicate to your Lord or Lady or honor them is your choosing and right, but most importantly bring your voice.

Everyone is welcome; no, everyone is needed: citizens, Militia men and woman, Knights, even the Rooks. We all have stake in this struggle. 

From Eorgina to Kai. From Aeia to Zelia. From Imaera to Mularos. We will come together as one voice to ask for guidance and assistance to our patrons against Chaston. 

Written by my hand,
Kayse Thaellian

Kayse's Visions from Aeia

You hear the faint lapping of waves.

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

Cryheart says, "Prayer as I see it is a way to communicate with the Arkati, and it is the Arkati who choose when or what to reveal to us."

You curiously ask, "Do you hear that?"

You glance over your shoulder.

You slowly ask, "Waves?"

Shinann shakes her head.

Rowmi glances appraisingly at you.

Fyonn shakes his head.

Speaking curiously to you, Rowmi echoes, "Waves?"

Cryheart looks over at you and shakes his head.

Cryheart asks, "You mean like ocean waves?"

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at you.

You reflectively say, "Waves on the sea as they crash into each other."

Stormyrain shakes her head.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Rowmi looks thoughtfully at you.

You dismissively say, "I must be hearing things."

Mohrgan casually notes, "The last time we attempted to commune with the powers, my mentor, Redding, was murdered in retaliation. Tread lightly, as Chaston is far seeing."

For a brief moment, the lamplights in nearby buildings dim.

You glance suspiciously around the area.

Rowmi reaches over and gently rests his hand on your arm.

You quickly ask, "Did you see that?"

Evia looks over at you and shakes her head.

Rowmi warmly says, "Tell us, Kayse."

Nolofinwe peers quizzically at you.

You slowly say, "The lamps in the buildings were dimming...."

Nolofinwe quietly says, "Hmmm."

Legaci rubs his frost blue eyes.

Speaking to Rowmi, you ask, "Weren't they?"

Mynearth continues to beseech the gods for mercy and guidance.

Shinann says, "I am not seeing."

Shinann glances around the area.

Cryheart says, "Then hae faith that your Arkati whom ye worship will respond or show a sign in time."

Speaking simply to you, Rowmi says, "Maybe, but not to us."

Fyonn softly says, "The vision seems to be yours alone."

(Kayse rubs her eyes and holds a hand up to her face and waves it.)

Within the cracks of the cobblestones beneath you, water begins to trickle out, slowly spilling out across the ground.

Goldstr rubs his Kai symbol.

You glance down.

Rowmi leans over and whispers, "Perhaps Aeia is showing you something, my tara. Watch and listen and remember."

(Kayse quickly lifts up a foot and gasps.)

Katiesa gives a sidelong glance at you.

Areigha glances at you.

You quickly say, "There's water leaking out of the cobblestone."

Cryheart glances at you.

Evia says, "Hmm."

Rowmi glances down.

Shinann says, "No..."

Cryheart says, "I see no water."

Cryheart rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Shinann glances down.

(Kayse leans forward and runs her fingers over the cobblestone.)

Katiesa tilts her head down.

Nolofinwe frowns at you.

Areigha shakes her head.

You quietly whisper to Rowmi, ".....it couldn't....could it?"

You glance skeptically at Rowmi.

Goldstr asks, "Cobblestones where?"

Shinann blinks.

Legaci glances at you.

Rowmi gazes into your eyes.

Fyonn glances at you.

Goldstr peers quizzically at you.

Tercolla peers quizzically at you.

Rowmi removes a deep green spherical sapphire from in his black leather belt.

Rowmi kneels down.

You say, "Under our feet."

You act puzzled.

You fan yourself.

Mikalmas asks, "A sign, surely, that someone is listening. Kayse, what God is your patron?"

For a brief moment, Kayse's pear green eyes turn white as lilies

Fyonn whispers, "Saw a reflection of something in your eyes for a moment. Turned them almost white instead of green."

Legaci tilts his head down.

Speaking concernedly to you, Katiesa says, "How is your sight now? Your eyes look.... a bit... light."

Sareyna says, "Aeia."

Speaking worriedly to Katiesa, you ask, "White?"

Shinann says, "That was her goddess."

Speaking warmly to you, Rowmi says, "Your eyes turned white. Like a lily."

Katiesa nods slowly to you.

Legaci says, "Give her room to breathe."

Shinann says, "White as a lily."

You glance at a fragrant white lily.

Shinann nods.

Goldstr nods at Rowmi.

You mouth, "Aeia."

Shinann says, "And... that."

Shinann nods to you.

Sareyna raises her moonstone prayerbeads to the sky, shouting the name of Ivas to the heavens.

Speaking to Rowmi, Dergoatean says, "I was going to say more like alabaster but I think you've nailed it."

Mikalmas asks, "Someone then, we have a message. beseech Aeia to answer our call. Are there any dedicated among us who follows her?"

Speaking curiously to you, Rowmi murmurs, "What do you think she is telling you?"

Evia says, "Waves and rising waters, tides perhaps, water seeping through the cobblestones, and lights dimming in the buildings."

You glance about with a look of concern on your face.

Shinann raises an eyebrow.

Fyonn thoughtfully asks, "An invasion by sea?"

Legaci says, "No."

The water comes up to the edge of your toes now, obscuring the ground completely. The wooden pallisade walls of Wehnimer's Landing disappear before you, as the horizon turns to an endless sea.

Speaking worriedly to Rowmi, you say, "Is it going to be a vision like the others."

You feel the blood drain from your face.

Tolan says, "Means we are all drowning in ignorance, blinded to the truth."

Speaking to you, Rowmi assures, "I am here. You are safe."

Legaci stares at you.
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You faintly say, "The ground is completely gone--covered in water."

Shinann says, "Like."

Legaci turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You continue, "The town of the Landing disappears....."

Mohrgan slowly mentions, "The blue-veined child did mention seeing a boat, upon the sea."

Katiesa looks thoughtfully at you.

You quietly say, "All I see is water on the horizon."

Speaking to you, Sareyna says, "We are here with and for you friend."

Goldstr nods at Mohrgan.

Cryheart asks, "Is their a shrine or such of Aeia?"

Evia says, "Oh this sounds somehow familiar."

Evia furrows her brow.

You look down, and a white lily floats by your feet.

Speaking to Cryheart, you say, "Only in River's Rest."

Stormyrain swears under her breath.

Katiesa murmurs, "Big water. It does sound familiar."

Cryheart says, "Too far."

Cryheart frowns.

(Kayse glances down at the ground and smiles to herself.)

You pick up a fragrant white lily.

Speaking to Shinann, Evia asks, "We saw this through someone, yes?"

Fyonn blinks.

Rowmi bites his lip.

You fondly say, "A lily is floating at my feet."

Rowmi gazes with interest at you.

Areigha shakes her head.

(Dergoatean glances down at the ground and does not smile to himself.)

Speaking quietly to Cryheart, Stormyrain asks, "Is there a way to send word to the Rest, to someone there that could go see after those in the shrine?"

Katiesa nods slowly to you.

Dergoatean furrows his brow.

Dergoatean ponders.

Fyonn asks, "Is there no shrine to Aeia in Icemule's temple?"

You look down, and another lily floats by your feet. Then another, then another. Soon, the water is nearly suffocated by white lilies floating by.

(Kayse twirls the lily between her fingertips, a gentle smile painting her features.)

Cryheart says, "Can try a global connection."

Puptilian says, "By time we got message there it would be too late."

You blink.

Mikalmas says, "Perhaps omeone here should call to the earth Goddess."

Puptilian says, "If its happening now."

Stormyrain paces back and forth.

Speaking to himself, Legaci says, "Insight, without a direction answer... be careful what you ask for."

(Kayse quickly glances around her.)

Stormyrain clenches her jaw.

You exasperatedly say, "There's lilies everywhere...I am covered in them."

Shinann takes a moment to observe you.

Dergoatean says, "I can't remember a single time when an Arkati gave clear advice on what to do."

Speaking to Legaci, Dergoatean says, "It's maddening."

Speaking to you, Legaci says, "What else is around you? Can you see."

Elbromo smiles at Dergoatean.

Looking down, a white lily floats by, its bright petals speckled with red. Stained with blood.

Dergoatean frowns at Elbromo.

Mikalmas says, "There is an area here in the Landing, dedicated to Aeia. though it is not considered a holy Shrine."

Archales inclines his ear, listening intently.

Bekke says, "I'm sure if we stepped towards the water, it would do as a makeshift shrine."

You slowly say, "I---"

Mikalmas says, "It is in the Cleric guild."

Fyonn turns to face you.

(Kayse examines her lily for a moment and looks up with a horrified face.)

Cryheart says, "Only clerics can enter."

Fyonn concernedly asks, "What is it?"

Speaking quietly to Mikalmas, Stormyrain says, "It is always a temple, or shrine--and it has yet to be here. But they are coming."

You darkly say, "This new lily is speckled with blood...."

Katiesa quietly says, "There seems to be little reason to move at the moment."

Another white lily floats by, freckled with blood.

Fyonn blinks.

Shinann frowns.

Katiesa looks at you with concern.

Mikalmas asks, "There is none among us who can commune to her?"

You slowly say, "There's another one...."

(Fyonn's hand moves involuntarily to touch the acorn at his neck.)

Cryheart raises an eyebrow.

Rowmi furrows his brow.

(Kayse clutches the lily in her hands tightly.)

Shinann shifts her weight.

Evia says, "Soon it will likely be all of them, I imagine."

Speaking to you, Legaci asks, "Blood.. where does it come from?"

Legaci says, "Above.."

You carefully ask, "Are they respresenting bodies?"

Mikalmas says, "The blood comes from the innocents, no doubt."

Two, three, seven, ten. Soon there are no white lilies absent of blood splattered along their petals. The bloodstained petals continue to float, but then seem to drift closer to you, forming a sanguine ring around your feet.

Cryheart gazes up into the sky.

Speaking to you, Evia says, "They may represent the faithful."

You shake your head, totally at a loss.

Goldstr peers quizzically at you.

Bekke says, "More accusations and false confessions, no doubt."

Legaci says, "Lillies, white stained in blood. More innocence to be slaughter."

Areigha softly says, "What a better time to defeat those rising against you...then when they are all gathered plotting."

Shinann says, "Or are being slaughtered." 

You worriedly say, "The white lilies are being overtaken by the blood splattered ones. There's so many now the water surrounding me is now sanguine."

You stand back up.

Dergoatean asks, "That's a good sign, right?"

Dergoatean says, "Er..."

Dergoatean frowns.

Fyonn blinks.

Rowmi stands up.

Rowmi tightens his grip on his spherical sapphire.

Mikalmas exclaims, "This demands a response!"

Fyonn sadly asks, "War...?"

Mikalmas sighs.

Evia says, "The lily is if not mistaken, a symbol of Aeia, I ponder they represent her faithful in this vision."

(Kayse glances around the small park, her gaze narrowed as she stares at her surroundings.)

Areigha gazes up into the sky.

Rovvigen waves to you.

Speaking to Mikalmas, Stormyrain says, "It does--as do all the slaughters before it--and a response will come, but it would be folly to attempt a direct attack on Chaston at this point."

One by one, the bloodstained lilies begin to pile around your feet, brushing up against your skin, growing and rising up your leg, the mound of lilies grows.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Dergoatean says, "Of course, we cannot commune with the Arkati by ourselves once we get there."

Stormyrain nods slowly at Dergoatean.

Mikalmas says, "No need to visit the rest. We need to find someone among us or in town worthy of seeing Aeia's guidance."

Areigha softly says, "The stars are disappearing....we have someones attention."

Mikalmas says, "As I have been saying since the beginning."

Goldstr says, "Chaston bouts ta slaughter da faithful a Aeia."

Speaking to Dergoatean, Stormyrain asks, "I'm not sure what the message is, quite yet. Mayhaps this is a broader message?"

Speaking to you, Legaci says, "Are there any other animals, flowers..."

(Kayse pushes downward in every direction around her as she says, "They're piling up, they won't stop.")

You look at Legaci and shake your head.

Tolan gazes up into the sky.

Mikalmas touches you.

Evia says, "You do realize that visions may not be from who one assumes them to be from."

Roelaren says, "Goodness."

Rowmi leans over and whispers, "I know it feels real, but you are here. I am here."

Speaking to you, Dergoatean says, "Stay with us. Just visions."

You give a sidelong glance at Mikalmas.

Roelaren gazes up into the sky.

You nod at Rowmi.

You nod at Dergoatean.

Speaking to Evia, Puptilian says, "That is always the risk and a reason we dont put all our thought, decisions and actions based on those visions."

Nolofinwe gazes up into the heavens.

Speaking to you, Mikalmas says, "Find peace, Kayse. In the Chaos, find peace."

Nolofinwe gazes up into the sky.

Speaking curiously to your white lily, you ask, "What are you trying to say?"

Evia agrees with Puptilian.

Tolan says, "Smells like more trickery and deception from someone adept at tinkinger with the minds of others."

Your feet and knees become encased in a growing layer of blood speckled lilies. You look up, at the endless sea beyond, and beneath the silver light of the moon, a ship is spotted on the horizon.

Shinann frowns.
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Areigha softly says, "I wonder if Rodnay is also having a vision."

Speaking to you, Legaci asks, "The waters, stained with blood. Can you see the direction in which the blood flows?"

Speaking to Areigha, Tolan says, "Or causing them..."

Areigha agrees with Tolan.

Suddenly, the vision and feeling subsides, the water, lilies, and blood are gone. The small park and familiar faces are before you.

(Kayse stares outward, her gaze settling on something in the distance.)

Mikalmas asks, "Does anyone have symbol of Aeia? Some candles? A means to commune for more answers?"

You quietly say, "A ship....on the horizon amongst the endless sea."

Legaci squints.

Shinann says, "He saw that."

Shinann nods.

Speaking mildly to Mikalmas, Katiesa says, "Perhaps we could wait and see what Kayse's vision unfolds to be."

Salvashion ponders.

Speaking to you, Legaci remarks, "Can you see what this ship looks like."

Speaking to Mikalmas, Puptilian says, "If the visions come from Aeia then I doubt a commune is necessary. Lets see where the visions take us."

Goldstr says, "Blameless goin ta slaughter."

Goldstr nods.

(Kayse quickly blinks and takes a step back as she looks at the crowd in the park.)

Shinann glances at you.

Bekke sighs in frustration, lightly pressing her fingertips to her temples.

You faintly say, "I can see you all again..."

Rowmi smiles at you.

Rowmi gazes into your eyes.

Your cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening your freckles even more.

Speaking to you, Legaci says, "It's stopped.. you'll need water.."

Speaking to you, Legaci says, "And lemons.."

Shinann asks, "So... they are headed to kill... maybe?"

Shinann asks, "Warning?"

You ruefully say, "The town was covered in the sea."

Rowmi rubs a deep green spherical sapphire in his hand.

You smile at Rowmi.

You quietly whisper to Rowmi, "It was Aeia right, we are sure it is not Chaston?"

Speaking thoughtfully to you, Rowmi asks, "A warning? A plea for help?"

Rowmi leans over and whispers, "Your eyes glowed like lilies."

Goldstr says, "Lady kayse's visions looks loke Chaston's Blameless be goin after anudder Arkati group be Aeia dis time."


>>Lots of discussion about what the visions meant THEN:


Thunder rumbles loudly around you, followed by the lapping of waves.

Evia says, "What is the focus about River's Rest? I missed something."

You gaze in wonder at your surroundings.

Roelaren says, "But just as soon as we sent a group of defenders to the Rest, Landing would be attacked as well."

You curiously ask, "You hear that right?"

You slowly ask, "The thunder and the waves?"

Shinann asks, "Again?"

Goldstr peers quizzically at you.

Speaking firmly to Rowmi, you ask, "Did you hear the thunder and waves?"

Rowmi looks over at you and shakes his head.

(Kayse holds her hands up to her temples and gently rubs them.)

Shinann says, "I was hoping that was a warning..."

Shinann shifts her weight.

Stormyrain offers you a cup of warm sylvan tea. Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Speaking to you, Legaci says, "It's the after shoch.. the residue of the aura which surrounded you."

You accept Stormyrain's offer and are now holding a cup of warm sylvan tea.

You nod understandingly at Legaci.

Speaking appreciatively to Stormyrain, you say, "Thank you."

Speaking quietly to you, Stormyrain says, "It has some properties that will help ease your mind, especially after a disturbing vision."

For a brief moment, you see the image of a dark citadel rising up high, casting long shadows across a garden and a patch of deciduous trees.

You quickly ask, "What?"

Mikalmas says, "So events are set in motion. 

(Kayse stares out into the night air, vacantly.)

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at you.

Speaking to you, Legaci remarks, "It will last for a few days, sadly as well. As the visions become clearer, the headache will become worse, prepare for them."

You say, "The citadel is rising up.....casting a shadow over Aeia's garden."

Stormyrain raises her eyebrow, the dark bloodjewel half-ring set within only enhancing her skeptical expression.

Speaking confusedly to you, Rowmi asks, "Citadel?"

Fyonn blinks.

Goldstr nods.

Fyonn swears under his breath.

Speaking quickly to Rowmi, you say, "Back home."

Elbromo says, "It is the Rest."

Evia says, "At the Rest."

Shinann says, "Oh."

Cryheart nods to you.

Goldstr says, "Da Rest."

Sareyna says, "'in the rest."

Shinann winces.

Speaking to herself, Stormyrain murmurs, "Not over then."

Speaking breathlessly to Rowmi, you ask, "He wouldn't attack there, right?"

Elbromo says, "Dun sound like Chaston."

Speaking firmly to you, Rowmi says, "He will attack everywhere if not stopped. We will stop him."

For a brief moment, you see the murky waters of Maelstrom Bay. A ship glides slowly through the dark of night, rain and clouds above.

Speaking to Elbromo, Goldstr says, "Do sound likes him to me."

(Kayse shakes her head quickly over and over again.)

Shinann glances at you.

You distantly say, "I see Maelstrom Bay....there's a ship moving in through the dead of night."

Shinann frowns.

Goldstr nods to you.

Katiesa looks thoughtfully at you.

Legaci turns an inquisitive ear toward you.

You coldly say, "It's raining, dark.....there's clouds."

Falvicar tilts his head toward you, examining you intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Cryheart nods to you.

Stormyrain slowly empties her lungs.

Nyatherra grins at Nolofinwe.

Speaking to herself, Katiesa murmurs, "Is it not always?"

Sareyna says, "Rowmi is right chaston will not stop with the landing this will be an Elanthia-wice problem i fear."

Falvicar winks at Katiesa.

Roelaren agrees with Sareyna.

Goldstr agrees with Sareyna.

(Kayse's hand shakes as she holds her cup of tea, her eyes unfocused staring into the distance.)

Mikalmas says, "So the storm comes."

Salvashion says, "Forewarned is forearmed."

Shinann says, "Something else..."

Falvicar gazes up into the sky.

Goldstr peers quizzically at Shinann.

Rowmi quietly murmurs, "We are here. You are safe."

Rowmi reaches over and gently rests his hand on your arm.

(Kayse flinches slightly at Rowmi's touch, but keeps her gaze locked ahead.)

Speaking softly to you, Katiesa urges, "What more?"

You cock your head.

(Kayse shakes her head a moment.)

You quietly whisper to Rowmi, "Do we need to head there?"

You hesitantly ask, "Do I need to head back home?""

Puptilian says, "If you go dont go alone."

Elbromo asks, "'there's a Shrine to Aeia where at Rivers Rest?"

You say, "There's a few."

Katiesa nods to you.

Elbromo asks, "In Miasma?"

Fyonn says, "A garden dedicated to her there as well."

You thoughtfully say, "But the one I saw in my vision is a garden dedicated to her...outside the citadel."

You nod at Fyonn.

Elbromo says, "Wow."

Fyonn wistfully says, "You can't imagine all the herbs found there in such a small garden."

Rowmi whispers, "I do not know. Perhaps we can devise a plan to keep tabs on his movements.."

Battle at the Aeia Shrine in the Citadel

After the visions in the Landing, Kayse and Rowmi hopped on the cutter in Marshtown, once they got to River's Rest this is what played out.

The clouds light up in an array of blue, white, and violet hues.

You worriedly say, "That....doesn't look good."

Rowmi's eyes scan the heavens.

Speaking to Rowmi, you ask, "Can you help me keep contact with the town?"

Speaking to Rowmi, you ask, "Back to our other home?"

Rowmi says, "However I can, yes, of course."

Several lightning strikes cause the area to be blinded in a searing white light.

The ship glides closer to the River Beach, and more white-armored figures appear on the deck of the vessal. Their eyes are cold, dark and hollow, like a starless night sky.

You worriedly say, "No."

Lots of thoughts about needing help and such on the amulet.

A large ship ship arrives at the River Beach outside of town.

Suddenly, sky blue lightning lashes in all directions from a point in midair. A rift opens at that point, and Dergoatean steps out of the rift. Twisting magical energy halos Dergoatean for a moment before fading away as the rift vanishes.

Dergoatean slowly empties his lungs.

Rowmi firmly growls, "We will not let them hurt your home."

People show up, we travel to the shrine.

[Citadel, Gardens]
Lined with tile, a large pool rests in the center of the citadel's garden. A statue carved in the likeness of Aeia, a local goddess of the earth, stands in the middle of the pool. The water that feeds the pool seeps forth from the base of the statue.
Also here: Hapenlok, Fyonn who is kneeling, Rowmi, Harkel, Stormyrain

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The large tile lined pool is filled with clear cool water that seems to flow from the base of the statue. Water lilies float upon the calm water providing vivid colors, a sweet scent and also a habitat for a variety of insects and fresh water creatures.

Fyonn wipes the sweat from his brow.

You casually glance around the area.

Hapenlok nods at Rowmi.

You serenely say, "This is her shrine that I saw in my vision."

Fyonn kneels down.

Dergoatean asks, "Has anything more happened here?"

Dergoatean asks, "And what of the ship approaching the shore?"

Rowmi slowly says, "No, not since we saw the soldiers on the beach."

Heavy footfall can be heard nearby. (can't believe we missed this at first, lol)

Dergoatean asks, "Whose soldiers? Blameless?"

Rowmi says, "White armored, we can only assume."

You say, "We can scout the beach as well."

Dergoatean says, "I'll take a quick scouting trip."

Hapenlok says, "Let me and Goat go."

Rowmi nods once at Dergoatean.
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Hapenlok says, "We're good at this."

Hapenlok grins mischievously.

Fyonn dubiously asks, "Maybe tonight is only a warning, and they don't mean to attack?"

Rowmi says, "Call out if you make contact."

Speaking to Rowmi, Dergoatean says, "Certainly."

Heavy footfall can be heard nearby.

Hapenlok says, "Wait."

Dergoatean says, "Hm."

Hapenlok says, "Reform on kayse."

You narrow your eyes.

Rowmi swings his leather gloves in front of himself.

(Kayse glances around her quickly.)

Speaking softly to you, Harkel says, "What vision did you have."

Speaking softly to you, Harkel asks, "What are we seeking?"

Rowmi quietly says, "Aeia warned us."

Speaking tiredly to Harkel, you say, "Multiple ones."

(Rowmi's expression moves from thoughtful to confused to curious and back to thoughtful all in a span of a second.)

A white-armored crusader just arrived!

A white-armored crusader just arrived!

A white-armored crusader just arrived!

A white-armored crusader just arrived!

Dergoatean says, "Welp."

Rowmi warns, "Hold."

You narrow your eyes to mere slits.

Harkel takes a deep breath.

(Fyonn nods warily in greeting at the crusaders.)

Rowmi calmly says, "No need to start spilling blood yet."

Dergoatean says, "Kindly identify yourselves."

Speaking firmly to a white-armored crusader, you ask, "What do you want?"

Harkel takes a deep breath.

You clench your jaw.

Mohrgan and Katiesa arrive.

Speaking quietly to Katiesa, Rowmi says, "Form on Kayse. Our friends just arrived, we are awaiting a salutation."

Speaking to a white-armored crusader, Hapenlok exclaims, "G'morning, gents!"

Speaking to a white-armored crusader, Hapenlok exclaims, "Welcome to River's Rest!"

Mohrgan whispers to the group, "We of Ronan's faith are here to support you."

You nod appreciatively at Katiesa.

Stormyrain whispers to the group, "I ask no one use my name--I am unrecognizable thanks to my moon pendant--to any who do not know me exceptionally well. I would prefer to stay that way for several reasons, in case violence occurs."

You quietly whisper to Mohrgan, "I appreciate that, thank you."

You whisper, "Of course." to your group.

l at storm
Through a faint golden brown haze, you see a sylvan Champion of Jastev with flawless ivory skin and tempestuous silver-flecked dark amethyst eyes.

Dergoatean whispers to the group, "Acknowledged. In contrast, if there's violence, I intend to be involved and identified."

One of the crusaders tilts his head, surveying the area with cold, dark eyes.

Rowmi whispers to the group, "Feel free to use my name if violence occurs."

Katiesa whispers to the group, "Well, the Blameless may recognize me and Mohrgan."

Dergoatean agrees with Rowmi.

(Kayse takes a slow step back, her daggers drawn at her sides.)

Hapenlok whispers to the group, "Unlike her, i don't care if the bastards know my name. i'm marked either way. heh."

Harkel whispers to the group, "Golden crown on a white field?"

Rowmi stares at a white-armored crusader.

Katiesa squints at a white-armored crusader.

Mohrgan whispers to the group, "They already are sure to recognizeus, and I care not who knows that I oppose them."

You incline your head.

Dergoatean whispers to the group, "Indeed, Katiesa. WHile I'm glad you and Mohrgan are here, I wonder if you'll encourage aggression from them."

Speaking calmly to a white-armored crusader, Mohrgan asks, "Something we can help you with?"

A white-armored crusader's cold dark eyes survey the area.
A white-armored crusader swings a razor-sharp white steel sword at Fyonn!
AS: +450 vs DS: +340 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +67 = +206
... and hits for 19 points of damage!
Flattened Fyonn's right hand.

The white-armored crusader whales away, consumed with bloodlust!
A white-armored crusader swings a razor-sharp white steel sword at Fyonn!
AS: +483 vs DS: +340 with AvD: +29 + d100 roll: +71 = +243
... and hits for 30 points of damage!
Slash to Fyonn's chest!
That heart's not broken, it's only scratched.

...and again!
A white-armored crusader marches in, cold dark eyes surveying the area.
A white-armored crusader marches in, cold dark eyes surveying the area.

Mohrgan yells, "For Redding! For the Night's Blade!"

Rowmi angrily shouts, "You will NOT take this shrine!"

This went on for awhile and we were able to keep the shrine protected. Legaci, Roblar, and Sarenya also showed up to help during. Rowmi, Legaci, and Kayse took shifts watching the shrine overnight.

Homecoming

Small goosebumps formed on her sun-kissed skin as she walked down the gangplank of the small cutter, her eyes squinting through the sunbeams of the rose gold-hued morning light spilling through the treetops.  The air was cold and brisk which was unusual for the typical humid climate of the island town but it was still dawn--and the vegetation was riddled in a morning dew, which hinted at storms from the night before.  

Throwing her leather jacket around her shoulders, she took a deep breath inhaling the familiar smells of home.  Along with the rain-washed florals, the tanginess of the sea spray from the voyage lingered on her lips, a gentle smile painted her face as she re-adjusted her case on her shoulder and headed toward town.

She was hoping Cotuil was on her break for the morning.  As much as she enjoyed her conversations with the reiver, she had plans to attend to and idle small talk and complaints about Byron were not in her agenda.  As she approached the drawbridge, an audible sigh of relief exhaled out of her body, as Cotuil was nowhere to be seen.  

Another smile graced her lips, this time one filled with excitement.   A certain giddiness arose in her whenever she approached the main drawbridge into town.  The beams laid for that bridge had so much meaning to her.  They were the first and last thing she saw when entering or leaving home.  Of course, they also meant more to her as a native, the bridge Estamil built--the two lovers.  Reaching down, she rested a gloved hand on her vanity case, remembering that she must also visit the point and leave the stock pile of green tourmalines she had been saving. 

Her pace quickened, her heart beating a little harder against her chest as she approached the dirt path leading into the center of town.  Her feet were carrying her faster now as she found herself running before she stopped at the edge of the path, her eyes settling on a figure in the distance.  She stepped out into the clearing of the commons, the morning sun now higher in the sky and beginning to paint the rich green grass.  She cautiously approached the dark shape in the shadows.    

The sun warmed her body as she crossed the commons and she paused to take in the warmth a moment.  Stretching her wings out, the sun flickered through the iridescent champagne film of them, causing the membrane of the wings to sparkle in the light.  Stepping back into the shade, her eyes settled on the figure and flashed it a soft smile of recognition.

She whispered, but her tone was warm and inviting, “I am home, keh’nira fyr.”

Her native language still rolled off her tongue with ease, despite hardly using it anymore.  It felt natural to use it for things that held deep meaning to her, especially Rowmi.  Reaching outward she laid a palm on the bark of the willow tree, a small breeze lifted the branches that draped around her and she closed her eyes for a moment. 

She sat with the willow for the better part of the morning, her notebook spread across her lap as her quill moved lazily across the cream vellum, her back pressed firmly against the tree.  She was not really in the mood to write, but it provided something to do as she glanced around the commons, taking in the details of the land and people.  Leaning forward to rise, her mournbloom hair caught against the tree’s bark and she grinned widely as she glanced over her shoulder. 

“Fyr, I know you do not want me to go, but I must go do what I came here to do,” her tone playful as she tucked away her supplies into her case.  

Proceeding down the cobblestone walkway, she decided to take the longer route to where she was going next.  A part of her was still apprehensive about why she had traveled home.  Turning her gaze downward, she walked slowly--lost in her thoughts, her hand rising up to grasp the sephwir carved lily around her neck.  

Finding herself at the forested path to the cleric’s guild, she approached the now heavily guarded main entrance.  It had been months since she stood at this gate and had made plans with the guild and the town to protect any citizens who needed it from the Blameless. Removing another letter from the inside of her jacket pocket, she handed the envelope to one of the guards who nodded in recognition of her presence.  She brought good news, but still wore a heavy heart from the events that took place to claim it, but she kept her expression impassive.

The guard broke the mulberry wax seal, his clouded grey eyes darting back and forth as he perused the letter.  His eyes lightened as he glanced up at her, the small group of men around him curiously wondering what was enclosed.

“It is true then?”  The man’s voice suddenly cracked, pausing a moment to collect himself before continuing, “Chaston is dead?...Talador is...gone?”

The other guards gasped and looked around, a mix of expressions on their faces.  Inclining her head, the aelotoi nodded once to the man.

She locked her gaze on the one guard, his eyes were now glossy and the emotion threw her off.  Her brow furrowed for a moment before she caught herself and in a measured and almost rehearsed voice she said, “The level of protection the shrines needed is no more.  We may worship our patrons in peace once again.” 

The man nodded solemnly as he breathlessly said, “My sister and mother--”  His voice drifted off but she knew what he was going to say next.  Another guard approached the grey-eyed man and escorted him within the gated entrance, reassuring her that the word would be spread.

Nodding firmly she turned north, an arch of trees beckoning her to approach.  She felt reluctant, but didn’t know why, for she knew she had to enter.

With careful steps, she quietly made her way into the groove where the shrine of Aeia laid untouched, but heavily surrounded by local militia.

One of the members stepped forward saying, “We’ll give you a few moments.”

She could only nod at this point, knowing that by the end of the day, there would be no need to not feel safe in the town anymore.

The militia cleared out and she approached the altar, her own green eyes meeting that of the green eyes of the statue of her lady.    She awkwardly bowed to the shrine and kneeled, her movements not seeming as fluid as they do when it comes to swinging a dagger or writing a story.  This was still unfamiliar territory to her.

Fumbling with the clasps of her vanity case, she began searching through the pockets, a bit of anxiousness overcoming her as she cannot find what she needs.

She chuckled to herself as she thought, “Why are you so nervous?”

Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled, before locating the single green sapphire she was searching for.  Cradling the gem between her two hands, she sat quietly, the mild scent of earthiness and calla lilies filling the area.  Her brow furrowed in thought as to how to proceed next.

“Aeia…” her voice was hesitant and unsure, not a typical characteristic.

“Get it together, Kayse, “  she snapped at herself.  She opened her mouth but the words failed her, something else she wasn’t accustomed to.

She had seen Aeia’s power at work, so why was this difficult for her?  There were legends and stories, but Aeia’s strength, guidance, and love of her patrons had been witnessed first hand by Kayse.  The visions, the defending of the garden shrine….

Kayse’s thoughts raced in her head.  Images of that night--united comrades,  the moonlight bathing the blameless in a white glow, the coppery smell of blood spilled throughout the flora of the shrine.

Her hand squeezed tightly around the sapphire, although they had been successful and defended the shrine, the thought of Chaston and the Blameless still angered her.

Her thoughts changed to Talador.  The dissolute land...bodies of children and innocents piled upon each other...the bodies of the enemies motionless and melting away.   

She glanced away quickly, her eyes finally giving away the pain she felt inside.

She murmured, “So much has happened this year…”  A few tears fell from her eyes, she lifted her head slightly to the statue before continuing in a more confident tone.  “...You have surpassed the tales of your greatness and protected your people and town.  I am eternally grateful and I am in your service.  Meril.”

Leaning forward, Kayse placed the sapphire on the altar, a gentle breeze beginning to rustle the leaves of the trees in the canopy above her.  “The new perspective you have given me has been…”  She shook her head slowly searching for a word, before a warm smile curled over her lips, “...astonishing.”

As she pulled her hand away, the sapphire gave off an illuminated green glow and had not vanished as it typically does.  The gem had transformed from its double pyramid shape to a spherical one and now took on a hue of a deeper more vibrant green.  Running a gentle hand over the gem, she placed it delicately in her case as she whispered to the altar, “Thank you.”

It was dusk before she decided to catch the cutter back to the mainland, after four winterberry ales and catching up with Cotuil at the Stone Eye. The drawbridge was now bathed in a purple haze as the sun set over Maelstrom Bay.

Kayse paused.  Her pear green eyes roamed over the bridge, her gaze filled with longing.  She remembered the first time her eyes had seen the bridge--when she was new to town only nine years ago.  She had experienced so much yet seen so very little at the same time.  River’s Rest had moulded the woman she had become in just those nine short years, yet in just a few months Wehnimer’s Landing had crafted her into someone she never thought she would become.  A half-smile formed over her lips, wistful at first, but as she turned to head in the direction of the cutter, a feeling of peace set over her.

Keeping up with the Kestrels

From the moment the Kestrels showed up in Wehnimer's Kayse was suspicious of them--especially of Naimorai Kestrel. Digging into her spy roots, Kayse did a bit of espionage and kept a careful log of the events as well as her thoughts. More information about the Kestrels' stay can be found at Keeping up with the Kestrels.

Her main roles in this story line were convincing Mayor Cruxophim to pardon Stephos DeArchon and his wife Alendrial DeArchon so they could return to Wehnimer's Landing. This arrangement was so Rodnay could be exchanged for stolen Plinite with Dennet Kestrel. Kayse also worked closely with Goblyn trying to find a cure for a poison she discovered and was ended up used on Drandea--that unfortunately Kayse could not save in time.

During this time, Kayse also served as Mayor Cruxophim's counselor in matters of Trade and Negotiation. Officially replacing Rowmi after his departure from the Landing.

Hero

The candlelight flickered and danced about the tonal silk walls of the bungalow, the ivory color turning a brilliant orange hue.  The sound of a quill hastily scratching against a piece of vellum blended with the slow, soft breathing of someone deeply asleep.  Setting the quill down, an inked covered hand picked up the notebook, a pair of pear green eyes analyzing the notes that were just written.

The first thought was about the penmanship, she had been taught and practiced her script better than what was written.  It seemed jumbled and not neat, ink smudges decorated the page with haphazard notes sketched between.  Her brow furrowed in disappointment, her mood was reflected in her writing. 

From a dark corner of the room, there was a change in the breathing a moment and some movement of fabric.  Her eyes darted across the room as she made contact with the edge of a bed that was barely visible by the candlelight.  The movement ceased and the breathing began again followed by a gentle snore.  

Kayse’s lips instantly grinned and she caressed the locket around her neck, which resonated with her touch.  Turning her attention back towards the notebook’s page, she studied the actual words this time.  

She paused at the name Naimorai and her features molded into a frown.  Her mind raced back to this evening with Dennet.  She knew she was assuming that the Magister’s daughter was plotting something, but with the evidence Rowmi provided when touching Naimorai’s mind--how could she not be?  Kayse knew she had more work to do, but what if she was wrong?  Was piece of mind better than not knowing?  

A question weighed on her mind heavily.  What is right?  She told Goblyn on the porch that she didn’t care for Dennet, but did he deserve to die?  It seemed the right thing to do--preventing it and being prepared.  Maybe he wasn’t even the target.  

Her thought was interrupted by a sleepy voice from the darkness, “Amin, I want to be a turnip farmer.  Let us be farmers.”

Kayse blinked and flashed a grin to the darkness, “You want to be a turnip farmer.  Is that what you wish, Rowmi?”

There was a long pause before the response from the darkness said, “It is not the right time of year.”

Kayse stifled a laugh as she muttered, “I see.”  The soft snoring picked up again almost immediately.     

She sighed heavily, picked up the quill and wrote in smooth elegant flourishes then drew three sharp lines.  Tossing the quill on her desk, she stood up and blew out the candle, heading to the direction of the bed.

The darkness settled and the moonlight illuminated the page through the window.  Written at the bottom of the page in beautifully scripted common were the words, “You are not a hero” as three lines underlined the word, “not.”

Imperials

She paced across the floor of her bungalow, the wooden floors creaking underneath her bare feet as she took slow measured steps.  Dappled sunlight trickled in through the window and illuminated the closed ivory envelope on her desk.  From across the room, her bright eyes darted back to the desk, eyeing the letter she had just wrote.

Growing up in the Rest, she had been taught that Imperials were the enemy.   Despite having different beliefs and duties, did any of them deserve to die?  A wry grin escaped her lips, there’s some River Rats who would say yes to that.

She paused to glance out the window and the grin faded.  Chewing her lip, her face was painted with perplexity as her eyes shifted back to her desk.  A cloth-bound notebook laid open next to the envelope, names haphazardly written along the page with arrows and lines being connected to each other. 

There was still so many what ifs.  Carenos *thinks* he shot Cyph--what if the humanoid figure wasn’t Cyph?  The scarred man seemed so confident.  If Cyph did kill Carenos’ daughters, Carenos deserved revenge--in her mind.  Something just seemed off and she has always trusted her sixth sense.

Moving to the desk, she reached for the quill and jotted down a quick note on the page, before throwing the quill back down.  Her wings folded sharply against her back as she twisted her mournbloom hair up into a messy bun, her gaze perusing the page where she just wrote.  

Why should she help?  What did she have to gain?  Who am I to get in the way?

Glancing down, she idly traced her fingertips over the small black vial.  Carenos knows someone took the vial from him.  It was only a matter of time till he found out who.

She snatched the notebook, vial, and envelope up and slid them into her bag.  Slipping her boots on, she moved swiftly out the door.

Transparency

Upon closer examination, the mulberry wax is stamped with a series of vines surrounding a single lily--inside is a single parchment of matching ivory vellum. Written with a practiced hand in common, the penmanship is neat and slanted.

Dennet,

You complained that the citizens of the Landing and those that occupy this area, were not being transparent about our actions and questions regarding your family. I hope that when we come forward with queries we are returned with the same candor. 

With that said, I have heard rumors ::the word is underlined three times:: that Cyph is...under the weather or possibly injured? I might be able to help.


By my hand,
Kayse Thaellian

Disturbances

They moved through the Bowels with swiftness scouring the tunnels for Iloke. Daggers drawn at her sides, she stayed within the shadows so she could strike quickly.  She was concentrating on being alert for any enemies, but her pear green eyes drifted to watch the man who was always by her side.  A smile cracked on her lips as her eyes lightened.  She watched the way his muscles moved, his facial expression as he slammed a fist into an Elder, the way his white hair flew around his freckle-dotted skin.  He was graceful and elegant, moving fluidly as he danced.  Often times, she would take a few extra moments in the darkness to watch him before revealing herself to their foes, just so she could gaze upon his form a bit longer.

The half-sylvan suddenly blinked rapidly and paused.  Noticing they had stopped, Kayse snapped out of her dreamy gaze, her expression fading back to calculating as she examined Rowmi.  His mien was curious as he observed an Illoke Jarl, his eyes suddenly flashing with an intensity she had only witnessed a few times before.

“Do not kill that one,”  Rowmi said firmly.

Surreptitiously she glanced at him and dove for another victim as she slashed a blade through its eye.  Turning her attention back towards him, Rowmi closed his eyes to mere slits and stared intently at the jarl, raising his hand slightly.  

Taking a few measured steps forward she quietly inquired, "What are you telling him?"

Rowmi’s eyes flashed briefly but he did not take his gaze off the Jarl as he spoke, "Simply trying to see inside right now."

Her curiosity was piqued, albeit she was slightly nervous--something she would never admit, not even to herself.  She stood down with her daggers at her side.  Observing Rowmi for a few moments, she sidled up to him, her eyes darting between him and the creature.

The crumbling and movement of the rocks echoing throughout the caverns was all that was heard as they stood there for what seemed forever in otherwise silence.  Rowmi closed his eyes completely in concentration, his brow furrowed; yet he had a rather peaceful demeanor and she caught herself admiring him again.

Noticing some movement in her peripheral vision, Kayse averted away from Rowmi and towards the jarl again.  The Illoke jarl had turned his head and locked eyes with Rowmi.  The aelotoi’s eyes widened as the jarl began to speak, his voice earthen and raspy, but sounding strangely like Rowmi’s, "Brothers, help, to me!"

The stone beneath Kayse’s feet began to shift and she leaped out of the way as another jarl appeared from the ground--followed by another one, until five surrounded them.

She glanced sharply at Rowmi before muttering a dry, “lovely” under her breath and ducking into the shadows.  As she leaped to strike a leg of a jarl, Rowmi’s bright cornflower blue eyes lit up and with extreme fascination he surveyed his surroundings,  “Brilliant.”

The five were quickly put down, but the loud rumbling from underneath them was only a taste of what was about to come.  The rocks morphed and bended and more foes arrived.  In a blink of an eye, the stoney figures severely outnumbered the two as eighteen and counting circled around the pair.

They fought--fists and blades flying against the stone, the bodies of Illoke piling up.  Kayse had already grown tired before this and she felt fatigue setting in.  As she was about to creep back into the shadows to attack again, a jarl flicked a wrist at Kayse, casting a magic she couldn’t resist which forced her to her knees.  As she struggled against its control, the stone fist of an elemental slammed into her abdomen, sending Kayse into a wall--her body slumped to the ground in a thud.

Her vision was fuzzy as she just saw the blurred feet of Rowmi as he danced, a metallic taste filling her mouth and indistinguishable noises ringing through her ears.  Her body became cold and she inhaled sharply then could see nothing but darkness.  The faint scent of a jungle after a freshly fallen rain invaded her senses followed by a gentle voice on the wind, reminding her of something.

Rowmi picked up her body and fogged back to the streets of Wehnimer’s in just brief moments.  Her consciousness returned and her essence hovered over her fallen body and her amin.  Excitement was painted on Rowmi’s face, but his eyes darkened to a worried and concerned tone as he looked over her lifeless body.  

Before the two could utter a word, the ground began to rumble, and Rowmi toppled over as the vibrations shocked the dirt beneath them.  A scream pierced the night nearby and loud shouts echoed throughout the streets of the town.  As the quakes continued, dozens of stoney arms breached the surface as if summoned and a group of Illoke minions appeared before the duo.

Tilting his head upwards to gaze upon the figures, Rowmi said quietly, "I think I may have insulted Illoke."

Details

The square bustled with the typical business of the late evening.  The candles burned brightly in the street lamps, the flickering vaguely illuminating an empath hovering over a wounded human.  A pair of pear green eyes shifted to the human, whose hand was covered in blood from applying pressure to the wound.  The substance barely had a color to it because of the darkness, but the faint coppery smell and sheen in the moonlight gave clue to what it was.  Her ears perked as she heard a shuffling from the west--clothing against dirt and cobblestone--then a scrambling of feet.  A halfling emerged from the direction of the bank panting heavily,  a large arm draped over its shoulder as the body of a giantman appeared behind the winded hobbit.  She quirked an eyebrow as a smirk curled upon her face at the sight.

Paying attention to details was always a game to her--a test even, but lately every action was over analyzed and thought over in meticulous detail.  Her facial features relaxed, but her bright, yet calculating eyes continued to survey the area.  Since the arrival of the Kestrel family to Wehnimer’s Landing, she had felt on edge.  She was never one to trust new people at the ready, but something about the family made them even more suspect.  

A figure approached the square and stood near the oak tree, the silver streaks of the moon reflecting briefly on her raven black hair.  It took Kayse’s own eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but a quick grin flashed along her lips as her face lit up in recognition of Shinann. Kayse regarded her for a moment from the shadows.  Over the past month or so, the Captain and her had spoke at great detail about the happenings in the town.  It felt good to begin trusting someone else besides Rowmi, but it made her feel vulnerable and she felt even more on guard.

Stepping out into the street light, Shinann caught a glimpse of Kayse and nodded affably in her direction.  A warm smile painted Kayse’s lips as she nodded back.  It was nice to have a new friend--though even Goblyn had remarked the militia captain and herself had seemed quite the unlikely pair.  Perhaps that is why it worked.

The Shinann leaned in and whispered to Kayse and in response the aelotoi cocked her head in the half-elf’s direction.

In a matched whispered tone, Kayse answered, “I see.  We do have much to catch up on then.”   

They both nodded in sync, their figures disappearing into the darkness as they walked off towards the Hendoran Outpost.

Desperate Attempts

Leaning over her notebook, a pair of pear green eyes skims over the contents of the inked page. The seagull feather quill moves with a flourish as Kayse signs her name at the bottom of the letter and gives a brief nod of satisfaction. Tearing the page out from the spine of the notebook, she quickly rolls the parchment up and slips it into an empty bottle of rum. 

"This has to be one of your more desperate attempts to get information," she thought to herself. Sighing heavily, she slipped out the door of her bungalow and headed towards the docks.

Captain Jellybeard,

When we crossed paths in River's Rest for Tick--Picklefest last month, you spoke of an arbiter who has been paying Rooks to join the Bayrunners. I assist in running a mercantile company out of Wehnimer's and I am hoping to expand our business to the South. I was curious if you had met this arbiter and if you could introduce me and perhaps my fellow associates. As a thank you, I would be more than happy to give you a percentage of the profits of our goods we would be moving in that direction. I feel this partnership could be rather favorable for us all.

Please let me know if you would like to arrange a meeting.

Written by my hand,

Kayse Thaellian, Negotiator for the Black Hand Trading Company

Bargins

Upon closer examination, the mulberry wax is stamped with a series of vines surrounding a single lily.  When breaking the wax seal, you remove a single parchment of matching ivory vellum.  Written with a practiced hand in common, the penmanship is neat and slanted.


Stephos,

As promised, you should be receiving word that Mayor Cruxophim has issued you and your wife, Alendrial, a full pardon to the town of Wehnimer's Landing. 

Time is of the essence in order for the rest of the plan to function fluidly. Tonight a brick written with the word "traitor" on it was thrown through the mayor's office window.  Angry citizen?  Or Rysus not thrilled with the news of your homecoming?

You know how to reach me, I expect the location of the plinite to be disclosed shortly.  I have kept up my end of the bargain--and in a very timely fashion.  I have full confidence you will keep up yours. 

By my hand,

Kayse 

P.S--For the record, I came to you on my own accord and priorities--I do NOT work for the Mayor.  Although, once the change you are offering to the Rooks is in effect, I would be interested in offering my services to yourself and the Brotherhood.

How Badly?

Kayse walks into the Pie Shop and brushes the snow off of her jacket swiftly, sending a pile of white powder onto the floor. Her wings follow suit and flick the thin layer of snow that has accumulated on top of them. Inhaling deeply, the scents of vanilla and cinnamon brush her senses and for a moment she pauses to take in the atmosphere.

Making her way through the customers, she moves into the backroom, a couple of bakers pausing a moment as the Aelotoi enters the area. Shrugging her off, they continue with their tasks--her pear green eyes shooting them a calculated look before browsing the blackboard. Her eyes move to her vanity case and her right hand side of her lips curve up into a slight smile. She snatches up a piece of chalk and quickly scribbles on the board, "Goblyn, Thank you for your analysis of the situation and the...sample you provided. ~Kayse" 

Stepping back into the cold night, Kayse ducks down an alley and carefully removes a glass that has been secured inside of her vanity case. She slowly brings the liquid to her lips, just enough to coat them with the contents--the drink thick with a metallic smell. She licks her lips, brushing the rich sanguine color off of them before tucking the glass back inside for safety. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath of the cold night air and holds it in, a small wave of euphoria passing over her whole body. Her knees buckle beneath her and her body drops into the fluffy snow.

She awakes a few moments later, her stare vacant as the snowflakes fall upon her warm skin. Turning her head to her arm laying out besides her, she wiggles her fingers slowly..."I'm not dead?"

Pushing herself upward, she cracks her neck as she turns her attention towards her vanity case, "Perhaps this--craving will be manageable in small doses." A wicked grin forms on her lips, then her brow furrows as she makes a realization.

Her voice echoes in her mind, "You will eventually run out, Kayse."

Frowning, she quickly grabs a notebook and quill and begins to write: 

The handwriting is neat and slanted save for the phrase "...do you want it back?" The writing seems to be cut off and not as fluid as the other words and letters.

Naimorai,

Judging by your expression the other evening, I got the answer of what I needed to know. I have the vial...do you want it back?

...And how badly?

~Kayse

Failed Responsibility

The hall echoed with various voices but the emptiness of the barracks caused the sound to be distorted against the stone walls.  It had been two days since she voluntarily went into custody after Drandea’s death and the constant boredom had only given her more time to analyze and overthink things.  

She had been too late and not fast enough.

She fidgeted on the makeshift cot and mumbled to herself annoyedly, the guard standing watch shifting his gaze in her direction.  Her pear green eyes met his and her inscrutable features failed to mask the glint of vexation in her return glance.  Raising his eyebrows, he quickly turned away from her.

Kayse grabbed her notebook from her case and flipped through the pages, the creamy vellum brushing against her fingertips.  She perused the writing, stopping now and then to take in what she wrote.  Many of the pages were scrawled with notes from over the past ten months of what she had learned from the Kestrels.  At one point, the writings had stopped when she realized that the secrets she was discovering were too dangerous to be kept written down.  

Her eyes skimmed over a passage and the name “Shinann” showed up.  Exhaling a forceful breath through her lips upward caused wisps of mournbloom black hair framing her face to fly about.   She had willingly let Shinan take her into custody not just because she was her best friend but also knew it was the Captain’s purpose to uphold the law.  Despite the fact she WAS innocent the evidence surely didn’t point to that. 

Did I build up a tolerance?  Was the decanter poisoned as well?  How did the whiskey get poisoned?  

An exasperated look flooded over Kayse’s face as she tossed the notebook aside, its pages fluttering as it landed on a random page on the cot.  She quickly stood and paced the room, her wings tightly closing on her back to show her frustration. 

“Eight months,” the aelotoi hissed under her breath.  The guard turned, jolted by her sudden vocalization. She paid him no attention as she continued to walk back and forth--like the caged animals she had seen at the Solhaven zoo.

She rested a hand on her back and stopped abruptly.  She had been so compliant to Shinann when she was “arrested” that she had even turned over her daggers and the empty sheath against her back was a reminder of how vulnerable she was. 

Drandea was the only one of the Kestrel group that I cared for and I couldn’t save her.  Eight months carrying around an antidote to save someone that I couldn’t.  I never wanted the responsibility of that.

Her eyes narrowed but beneath the frustration was sadness and a tinge of regret.  At least Shinann had a purpose, Kayse had missed hers to truly make a difference.  Perhaps the journal would have been in their possession had Drandea been saved.  At least she had helped rescue Rodnay, but even his future might be jeopardized in the next coming weeks.

Heavily she sat back on the cot as she reached over to grab her notebook and glanced down at the page.  It was the first excerpt that she began writing about the Kestrels coming to Wehnimer’s and it stared up at her as if burning a hole through her soul:

Written at the bottom of the page in beautifully scripted common were the words, “You are not a hero” as three lines underlined the word, “not.” 

Reaching for her quill, she quickly added “...and you were never meant to be” before sharply closing the notebook and tucking it away.

Loss

She wandered the streets of town until sunrise, the sun casting an orange-hue on the blood splattered snow.  Occasional shouts of militia personnel echoed through the streets as clean up of Wehnimer’s continued.  She had no authority over them, but seeing as Shinann was--not herself momentarily, Kayse thought the least she could do was keep an eye on things for her friend.  

Moving through the North gate and into the forest, the bustle of town faded off.  The pink and red snow eventually turned to white again the deeper into the woods she traveled. The aelotoi found herself at Halcyon Hills, a place she often would disappear to and take refuge in the oak tree there.  

She sat on the edge of the platform, her legs dangling off the side as she thumbed flower petals between her fingertips.  The events of only a few hours prior replaying in her mind.

I couldn’t get there in time.

It seemed to be a constant theme lately and she grimaced at the thought. It was a painful reminder, but then her eyes narrowed.

...But others had and they still didn’t stop him.  Why WERE they there?  How did they get there so quickly?

Her fist clenched and crushed the flower petals.  The secrets over the past year had only caused trouble.  It created enemies and mistrust--but it had also helped form alliances.  Shinann and her became friends over sharing information and trying to unravel the Kestrels’ plans.   

Her pear green eyes became glossy and she allowed herself to finally let the sadness she had felt for months take over her.  First for Rowmi and now for possibly her best friend, Shinann.

Everyone I let close--eventually leaves in some way.

Her lungs burned as each inward breath brought the cold sting of winter.  The fresh tears that coated her rosy cheeks made her shiver as the wind blew through the treetop. 

This is not the time to feel sorry for yourself, Kayse.  Maybe something can be done.

A gloved hand tossed the flower petals over the platform and she made her way down the snow-covered ladder.  A mix of lilacs and white geranium petals floating quietly to the ground.

As Kayse entered back into town, a new snow began to fall, coating the signs of war with a pure white innocence again.  She decided once again to see if Rodnay had returned to the hidden garden.

Upon finding it empty, she decided to stay.  At least here felt familiar, the barracks were sterile and dark--with someone who didn’t recognize her anymore.  Her pear green eyes scanned the piece of ivory vellum in her hand.  

Exhaling a long breath, the aelotoi stared upward, the snowflakes decorated her eyelashes as she observed the wispy clouds in the sky.  Taking out her quill, she began to write: 


Rodnay,

You have helped us numerous times over and I do need to extend my gratitude for finding Shinann.  I do have one more favor to ask of you and it is hard to write this because I am not one to ask for help.  


She paused.  Her pensive expression turning to one of concern as she contemplated if she should finish the letter.

Shinann

Stormyrain,

Shinann is currently being watched in the barracks.  I imagine she will sleep for quite a bit of time after the excitement of last night.  I have no authority over your men, but I did ask them to watch her and make sure she didn’t leave unattended.  She is not herself--whether it’s temporary or permanent…well, I suppose time will tell.  

Stephos also provided part of Naimorai’s journal in the late hours.  Most of it had been burned and Andrew was found dead. Stephos read us the pages and the Mayor currently has them in his possession.  He did say he would make them public…

Let me know if I can fill you in further.

By my hand,
Kayse Thaellian

Goodbye

The temperature had warmed slightly and instead of snow falling, the soothing sound of pitter patter on the roof of the ivy-covered bungalow echoed throughout its walls. A female figure sat at the desk with boots propped up on the surface.  She faced the window, the grey light slightly illuminating her front side as she lazily watched the rain drip down the glass.  Her forehead was furrowed in a pensive expression.  

This is the first time she had been back in her home for an extended stay since Rowmi had left.  The walls no longer felt familiar or welcoming--it was no longer a home.  An idea that she had gotten accustomed to no longer knowing. Despite her attempts at being a part of the Landing community she always felt like the outsider.  Perhaps that was just her defensive nature.   

Part of the reason for leaving River’s Rest was to change and grow.  The past two years in Wehnimer’s had transformed her dramatically--whether it was good or bad, she didn’t know, but it was something that weighed deeply on her lately.  She still had no idea what her purpose was. 

The Aelotoi shifted uncomfortably in her chair.  Perhaps Wehnimer’s wasn’t the place for her to find it.  People had come and gone in her life in those brief fifteen years she had been in this World.  Maybe it was time for her to leave first for once and concentrate on herself. 

The storm began to subside as Kayse emerged from the door of her bungalow.  The flora and trees of the area still dripped with water.  The air crisp with the smell of fresh rain.  The mounds of snow, albeit melted, still dominated the landscape not yielding yet to the signs of spring.  

Her pear green eyes scanned the meadow and her gaze settled on something popping through the snow.  Approaching cautiously, the bright yellow center of a dryad bloom was desperately trying to peak above the slush.  Carefully digging around the plant, Kayse brushed the snow away, a brief smile painting her lips as she admired the flower. 

Kayse leaned forward and whispered to the plant, “I will take you as a sign.”  Giving the dryad a brief wink, she took a deep brief and walked towards the town of Wehnimer’s Landing for possibly the last time...

Stories & Tales

Below are a few links to Kayse's written work and performances.

5117 Bardfest SEMIS Piece: With Love and Flowers

5116 Bardfest SEMIS Piece: The Star Collector

5115 Bardfest FINALS Piece (1st place): Fleet Captain's story

5115 Bardfest SEMIS Piece: Winterberry Tale

5115 Ebon Gate Scary Story Contest (1st place): The Story of the Beacon Hall Archive Ghost

5115 Ebon Gate Costume Contest (3rd place): Cotuil's Song