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Clear was the ring of Josai's silver bell. Singular and sharp, as it whipped forth upon its blue string, and its bright sound rang out. The rain about the Spear Witch bloomed out, caught in a swirl that traced glimmering sphere around her. Gentle as the snows of ice that trickled round...

To hear the squires go on was... something. What exactly, Josai could not quite make out just yet. But Snoot had come to a stop all the same, and the silver bell about her spear chimed with the still of their march. Off from the saddle, her boots thumped against the earth, and her blue robes...

Josai's hand kept hold of her spear. It's proud wings splayed out above them, shone silver with the light of early day. A nod of acknowledgment from the witch. For those truths spoken, and those secrets given. "And so, the words exchange," the sworn knight gave her voice to the ceremony. The...

"That is how they work, yes," Josai cut in. "Assuming we destroy the Necromancer's true soul," she smirked as she looked to the big man and the hot blooded dwarf that seemed almost his tiny double. "Bloody fuckin necromancers," the dwarf cursed. "Agreed," Josai said, bright as a ray of sun...

Josai squint. Here eyes full of suspicion as the cat approached, and her nose scrunched some. Almost seemed to wiggle as she tightened her fist. A cat. That the squire's bell had called forth such a creature. Josai eased back into her own skin. Felt the tension leave her hands as the youth...

Josai nod along as the sounds of the others, busy at their work, hummed, rythmic, in the background of their conversation. "A fiddle, or a flute." Josai wondered out loud. "The path to knighthood are many," she teased. Well aware that to many, a knight meant one thing above all else. A noble...

Josai let out a sigh of relief, and her hands loosed some about the shaft of her spear, whilst the obsidian sphere came to a stillness. "Whole and ready," Josai replied, sharp and automatic. The silver bell at the end of her spear chimed. A horn blast shook through the air, and Josai's...

Josai nodded along with the cat's outrage. The tall steeple of her hat, bobbed ever-just with each to-and-fro. "A sound conclusion," she admitted. Lifted her chin just-so, to let the heather browns and golds of her eyes see the scene before them. The Mayor seemed non to bothered by the...

Necromancers. Always bloody necromancers. It didn't matter if they were orc, human, elf or Kivren. It was always bloody necromancers making a mockery of Death. Plying their cheap perversions and tricks. Masking them as, dark power. Still, Josai let her breath fall easy from her nose as she...

Josai's eyes watched, full of curiosity as the squire made her choice. The youth's dainty hands took up the malachite rod. The witch's smile widened, and she gave a pleased nod from beneath the shade of her brimmed hat as the tourmaline bell came next off the soft and blanketed earth. How...

The flash of fire. The shimmer of steel. Mixed with the rumble of agonied throats. The roar of life's challenge. Cursed in every form that gathered there before the pillary of flames and the geyser of steam. Eyes, full of Loch's light, filtered through Death's lens, took in the danse macabre...

Josai listened to the squire's words. Her thoughts given speech. So hungry for answers. But the Spear Witch gave only a smile in return. Remembering all those mentors she had had in years long past. Answers given freely, bore shallow roots. Answers worked for, dug into fertile soil. Gave...

"Night time," Josai said simply. "By the moon's light, would be my vote," Dusker that she was, she had a preference to those hours shrouded in darkness. Those hours where most mortal eyes struggled to see. But she was no such being. Aided by Loch and Wyld, heeder of death, caller of life...

A slow nod came from the wide-capped witch. "A green heart then," she said with a gentle smile. Had her own heart been so, once? The bone charm that hung from her spear rattled against the black sphere of obsidian. "Very well," she welcomed, and sat down before the instruments she had so...

Warm bodies thrashed and danced across the plane of ice, white painted across the dark canvas of her mind. Breath expelled beyond frost coated lips. Eyes aglow with rimelight. A shift of her spear's head. A dash out, and the ice crystals that coated the beast sprout to catch Faramund in one...