Aurelius
Winter musings of the new Lady Kemena Maxtentius, Baroness of Baione
So much changing. Yet through it all my wonderful Aurelius. Though he is not here as often as either of us would like. Yet that we knew... that he would always have contracts taking him far from Poitain at times. And since he was ennobled by the King for all the services that Invicta have rendered the throne, his responsibilities have grown.
Sturmgarde is gone, swept away in the tide of the White Hand rushing down from the Eiglophians. All that scouting at least meant we were able to get everyone to safety and warn our friends beforehand as well. Perhaps the King's advisors will send word for us to rebuild, though currently we do have these Zingaran bandits becoming more and more troublesome, along with those redundant mercenaries camping on the borders of Baione.
Into the Abyss, Part II
A movement on one of the small hills caught his attention. Slowly he was able to make out a solitary figure walking towards him. It was an old man by the slow gait and use of a staff to prop him up. He squinted trying to make him out but couldn’t. He lacked the strength to walk towards the old man, so Kyzafi simply waited. He had probably already crossed to the Great Beyond and this was his welcome.
Kyzafi’s eyes grew wide in disbelief as his old Master stood before him.
Smoky Faces
Tesso always wore on him. The social nuances and lack of security held dual strains over him at each visit. He did enjoy meeting the Alkeemon people, their story was fascinating. He lit another candle in his room. The Captain had given him one of the towers along the keep wall and he was grateful for it. The library was not secure or private enough. Incense filled the room now and soft light danced many shadows on the walls. His books, scrolls, artifacts, and other items were still askance in this place. He reached for the brew from the agave cactus that his master taught him to make. This particular brew was used to inspect one’s visions.
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A Bloodless Victory
They waited.
Some were silent. Some softly preyed to their gods. Some told soft jokes to friends as they checked over their kit, one more time. All were listening for the warning from the sentries, for the barked orders from the NCOs, the quiet commands of the officers. Their garb varied from plate armour to robe, mail shirt to leather jerkin, as did the weaponry; the common thread being the insignia of a golden lion on a blue shield and the look of determination across the assorted visages.
Friday Nights at Tesso!
Invicta returns to Tesso!
Friday Nights at Tesso is a weekly roleplaying event hosted by Invicta in Epic Tesso. All are invited to enjoy and pvp is encouraged, but we do ask that those who are interested solely in pvp to please avoid disrupting the event. We'd love to see some fights, but we don't want the whole event turning into one mass combat, please.
If you do wish to bring some PvP to the event, please contact Aurelius or Kemena prior to the event. That'll give us the opportunity to coordinate with you and ensure folks have some time to relax before the fighting starts.
Contact Kemena, Aurelius, Hrothgard, Tereska, Karone or Kyzafi for further information.
The Knight and the Many-Haired Maiden
Long ago and far away there was a golden-haired princess and a raven-haired princess. And they had many adventures together. And when they adventured together their tales always started thus, “Once upon a time in a land filled with peace…..”
But this is the tale of when the raven-haired princess thought her hair was brown. And of the Knight who rescued her. And of the Wizard who wove the path through the mist for them both back to reality.
WAR comes to Kemena, part 2
The man strides angrily past the many guards of the sweltering compound into a burnt-red chamber of the fortress half as old as time. It is time for her to be given another dose but right now he needs her awake and at least partly able to talk. He lifts the slight body of the young woman in blue, growling into her face as her fugged mind and eyes try to focus on his mohawk.
I have something I need you to do woman.
Blinking and mumbling, the only clear words she gets out are Rel.
Oh, you're about to talk to him, my dear. He slaps her hard across the face. Dagger point under her chin to quell her struggles.
-sharp-
Oathbreaker
The four figures stood on the concourse to the inner gate in Fort Invicta. The dark haired Cimmerian glowering at the his red haired kinsman and the blonde Aquilonian, while another Aquilonian, a finely garbed young woman, stood watching with a mixture of hope and concern.
“You two will make peace!”
Purging the Demons
Kyzafi sat in the fort library the day after the wedding scribing in his journal. It was a small building with many unpacked boxes. He had taken it upon himself to try and organize things, but he knew others used the library as well. Tomes of Mitra were undoubtedly left by Tereska. The room smelled of coffee and cinnamon which he had brought back from Khemi. They were some of the luxuries he had missed from his youth. Perhaps he could introduce the northmen to coffee?
His thoughts were wondering as he tried to write. His discipline and focus were waning recently. It was unlike him to let his mind wander to far. Shelaith had been a hardened task master, but also distilled great wisdom into him. The old mage would sit for hours focused on deciphering some tablet or watching water fall down a leaf. Perhaps that was the source of the old man’s power?
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Night Watch
Cold rain slanted down from above, the clouds hidden by night. She stood silently looking out from the ramparts to the storm tossed waters below, watching the moored ships rock and heave on the black, foam crested waters of Old Tarantia’s bay.
WAR comes to Kemena, part 1
WAR: Neverlin's Terms
Neverlin’s horse took one last burning breath, and then died of exhaustion.
The cherry-black steed neighed pathetically in death throes as it tripped over its own legs and began crumpling in a heap at the foot of the red brick fortress. As the corpse of his warhorse collapsed, Neverlin leaped from its saddle like a panther and alighted nimbly on the blood stained granite steps leading up to one of the many undisclosed lairs of Nox Eternus. Without braking stride, he landed and stalked coolly up the long familiar staircase.
Friday Nights in Fort Invicta
Friday Nights at Fort Invicta
Invicta presents an opportunity to drink,
talk, deal, drink, dance, gamble, drink
and spar with friends at the White Stallion
Tavern at Fort Invicta, Poitain.
When: Friday, 9:30pm Eastern (6:30pm Pacific/Saturday 1:30am GMT/ 2:30am UK/10:30am Tokyo/ 11:30am East Australia)
Where: Fort Invicta, the White Stallion Tavern (our Thieves Guild), Poitain
Friday Nights at Fort Invicta is a weekly roleplaying event hosted by Invicta at their guild city in Poitain. All are invited to enjoy the roleplaying and pvp is welcome, but we do ask that those who are interested solely in pvp to please avoid disrupting the event. We'd love to see some fights, but we don't want the whole event turning into one mass combat, please.
An Ending
She left Invicta’s Fort and rode off into the countryside of Poitaine. She was introspective and quiet though she remained aware of her surroundings and scanned the familiar terrain with sapphire eyes. Horse knew his way home and she gave him his head, allowing him to pick his own path.
She had been restless lately and wasn’t certain why. There was a sense something wasn’t right but it had nothing to do with the frequent battles and the campaigns that were part of her daily tasks. If anything the conflicts diverted her and gave her a focus that she welcomed. It was the quiet times that haunted her and she was frustrated at her inability to pinpoint what was wrong.
Interrogation
((night of Sep. 28th))
We hurried to the aid of our young, who were being assaulted by Invicties. Eglophians first, then the Field of the Dead. Blacktyde led the way, Inoxia and I followed.
Lilithia lay in a shallow stream on the border of the Haunted Forest. Having tended to her wounds, we regrouped on the hill, Inoxia scouting in search for Aurelius - the offender. The fool sprang out at us himself however. It did not take long to knock the wind out of him and send his mind into darkness.
'Lord Blacktyde, what would like to do with this wretch?' - I asked, smirking.
'Cut his head off...'
'Wait, he might be of some use.'
We tied him up and took his weapons. I brought the cur to consciousness.
'Who are you?!'
'Where is Kem.. Kemena?'
I laughed. Kemena was the one kidnapped the day before. Why would that be his first question, though?
Invicta at War!
Aurelius stepped into the alley, the door to the Green Man creaking quietly shut behind him. He'd participated in many a war council in many a tavern, from the clouded rankness of the Salty Dog to an unnamed tavern, more a barn, in Brandoc Village. He'd seen alliances come and go in his time as a mercenary commander and the Company he lead had fought for or against most of them.
But this war council had been different. Throughout all the turmoil and strife of these last few months, the King's Guard of Poitain had always been the unlikeliest, yet the staunchest, of friends.
Friday Nights at Tesso!
Friday Nights at Tesso is a weekly roleplaying event hosted by Invicta in Epic Tesso. All are invited to enjoy and pvp is encouraged, but we do ask that those who are interested solely in pvp to please avoid disrupting the event. We'd love to see some fights, but we don't want the whole event turning into one mass combat, please.
If you do wish to bring some PvP to the event, please contact Aurelius or Kemena prior to the event. That'll give us the opportunity to coordinate with you and ensure folks have some time to relax before the fighting starts.
Contact Kemena, Aurelius or Hrothgard for further information.
When No One's Around.
The night was winding down and she was tired. Zhorr had already fallen asleep, his silken mane draping over his cheek as he dreamed. She stirred, unable to get comfortable, and finally just got out bed and got dressed, slipping silently out of their chambers to take a walk. It was late, but Old Tarantia was still a buzzing hive of activity. She refilled her potions, and got something to eat. As she was walking to a trader he started talking to her. The voice was familiar so she spun to answer his questions. No sooner did she face him than she was attacked from behind, a soaked rag placed over her nose and liquid forced down her throat. She swallowed, sputtering, as darkness enveloped her.
Reverie on a wedding, a battle and a kidnapping
Focus.
*Giggles*
I recall how often Hroth says that to Terri. But it is true.... I should focus on these stitches. Here as I wait for my love to awaken. Sitting and trying to sew the neatest of stitches for a gown I shall wear on that day Relius wishes me to be his Queen. But my talents lie with cooking and baking, distilling and the mystical properties of herbs and roots as they both transform taste and cure or protect.
Ah, protection... I wove a wedding wreath of myrtle for Hroth, with the love of a sister in it. And all the many sweet-smelling flowers in Terri's chaplet were there to enhance the love of that day and protect her.
*The hem drops to her lap as she gazes at the swallows darting beyond the window, up betimes as she is. Falling into reverie*
They needed that protection ...though Aurelius had it all well in hand, as always.