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With care, Liath presented the package on the table between them and waited, leaving it wrapped. He was courier only, and did not know what his Lady had sent him with. But the parcel was closer to Wu, and laid so he could twitch aside the wrappings to reveal it easily. "I am not sure what it...

"Liath lach Feragh du Seabhac." It was simple, but any duanann should know the name. To Liath's people, Lach Feragh was a misty lake. But older translations made it so it hinted at 'mist blood' or 'those who live in the mist'... A lost hint at Liath's rumored Fey ancestry. Seabhac was 'Hawk'...

"Thanks to you, but not at this time. I'm here on an errand for my Patroness, Fiadh. A delivery to Wu Wei-Cai. I was told to seek him here. After my business is done, I would gladly take your establishment up as a patron myself though, the smells are incredible. Is the High Lord available?"...

*Timeskip* The journey had been long. There had been things to overcome, a few beasts. Skirting the edge of a war. Sometimes adventure found you when you resisted it. And so he arrived at the doors to the Lunar Tiger, a few new scars, wrapped in armor that showed wear, and less a sword...

He ventured a thin smile that was mostly in the hawk-like eyes that gazed over her wrist before watching the knife be kicked away. There wasn't anything to say really. She had chosen the path, just as he had given her the choice of doing so. And for the moment, nothing else existed. Just them...

His hand on the knife didn't waver or wander, but the sudden closeness made him acutely aware of her. The heat and anger coming from her normally cool facade. The odd blend of fresh fallen leaves and summer spice that was her scent. Almost his conviction wavered, but steel shone still in his...

"Parley? You took my home from me, for your own whims. Why would I trust you to do freely for me without threat? My family. Ordered me away from the Island to watch it dissolve into pure chaos after I vanished. My wife, murdered. My family, my bloodline, hunted, refugees and outcasts to this...

He knew better, so he came in his armor and geared for war. The gifted spear, the venerable made sword. The only thing he did not wear was the flame-and-leaf crown in copper and rose gold and bronze. He had it, as always, in a sack at his side. Until he had returned home, he refused to wear...

Pain and power seared across his mind and into his being. Later, when asked, he could never describe it. It was an unmaking, and reforging, all at once. He wanted to scream, but something in him welled as the power flooded his veins. And with a fierceness woke in him as his body had began to...

"Take my hand and tell me your name, son of Erainn." A bronzed hand extended to him, palm up, from where he was. The smile gave a warning to his instinct, and the same small voice that sometimes told him just when to twist and avoid a sword told him this might be dangerous. Told him this was...

Using fire around a Fae-gifted Warlock of that Element, bonded to a Dunaan, was laughable. The thing would find the whip never reached it's target, the fire simply curling into smoke, though blood was now trickling from the left nostril and corner of his mouth, and dribbling from the right ear...

Sorry, m'lady... The thought ran to Fiadh in his mind almost with inward chagrin tinging the sending, as the decision was made and Liath stepped into the blows of his opponent.. There was one way to finish this and find out what was going on. The raid was innocent enough. But this stampede...

Hooves. Thundering hooves. A mind connected the dots, and Liath shouted a warning. It might do but little good, but it would do what could. Chaos erupted as men and women fled, but Liath remained. Challenge had been issued. Honor was on the line. The Erainn had been living in clans in the...

As Gaz ran his mouth, Liath looked up from a cup of whiskey and pulled what could only be described as the bastard love child of a kukri and seax from his belt and stabbed the table with it. The look that followed was pure venom and derision at the other, ignoring Darmen Tarn for a moment as he...

Rolling off the horse, the beast reared and kicked one tribesman screaming from a caravan guard arrow. A solid *thunk* of hoof to temple, and the screaming stopped. Liath landed in a spin, grimacing at the effort. Someone his size, no matter how hard he pulled on the Ley Line magic he had, it...