Open Chronicles Rosemary and Thyme

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"I'd heard that they are....... necromancy and dark magic,.......manipulating the living...... fight ..... ?"

the distance between the camp and the tree line was not far a younger lion would have heard this conversation. lionman curses his old age. hes at a time were a proper successor would be chosen but he has no children of his own. that only leaves one of two actions to be made. lionman will step down and appoint a new leader or someone will challenge him and his death or victory will determinate a new leader.

lionman quietly thinks to himself. his curiosity and wisdom have been fighting a long inner battle that causes him to be both reckless and prudent at the same time.

i soft hiss attacks his attention. up approaches another one of his men from the camp a few miles north of the current location.

"sir ive come with an update"

lionman nods allowing the young lion to continue.

"the camp is in distress curtain people suggest we stand together and fight for the land that has been ours for so long they say its time for us to start controlling other species in our lands and stake an officialism claim on whats been our territory for millennia"

"god dammit. let me guess this curtain person goes by the human name rayia"

the young lion nods

"i cant be in two places at once. remind the people whos still there king"

the young lion looks as if he wants to say something but hesitates. he looks around him sniffing.

"theres a camp over there with furrless folk in it"

he says very calmly.

"why haven't we attacked?"

lionman growls at the young lion

"because running into battle without first observing ones enemy is a sure fire way to become a trophy pelt i think ive scared them trust my plan son"

the young lion scowls.

" rayia is right you have become weak in your old age, you have forgotten the old and true way to fight all out battle. these furrless folk aren't afraid of an old washed out lion that lost the last war that he swore would end all wars among our own kind. now your brother controls our territory and we have been left to fend for yourself your no king of mine"

"how dare you even address me in such a manor you are crossing the line of treason"

"no this is treason"

the young but just as large lion attacks. they tumble scratching and clawing. the fight can be heard yards away.

"i was sent by rayia to secure her rightful place as leader of whats left of our people"

lionman scratches the now traitor and assassin in the leg causing him to yowl. the two large lions begin to engage in a fight to the death. they tumble from the woods and begin to fight in a small clearing near camp,

"you have disgraced the royal crown that you swore to serve" lionman roars in a triumphant gasp as he smacks his fist across his attackers jaw. an audible pop can be heard.

hes noticeably tired by this act but seems still in his weak state stronger than the young lion if not more skilled at fighting. the sword on his back is left unused perhaps some sort of ritual fighting.

the young lion yowls in pain but even with a broken jaw the beast still rears back and swings his razar sharp claws that have been fitted with small blades slicing into lionman like butter his thick layer of muscle keeps him safe but the potential blood loss hazard is the problem.

"you do not fight with honor this shows weakness yet you claim i am weak because i choose to not run into a battle with a potential enemy i do not yet know!!"

he screams in anger and frustration scratching the young lion across the neck. blood spills out of him like a fountain he falls to his knees and then his stomach dead.

lionman looks down at his foe.

"you were never worthy to serve me"

he pull's out a knife and cuts the deceased lions claws away from his paws putting them in a purple coin purse that has never seen a coin in its life. the now wounded and tired lion re approaches the camp blood covered and still bleeding himself.

"woman do you possess healer abilities or at least something to stem the bleeding"

he says very demanding like. the old lion would look almost pathetic if it wasn't for his 7 feet and 500 pound of over worked muscle exterior. but as he looks you into the eyes you see hes tired. not just tired from his wounds but tired of life stress is in those eyes. his threatening behavior has gone your sure he still has men in the forest but you dont feel as though your in any danger
 
Skuld had almost replied when the sound of fighting erupted near the camp. From what the bard could see of her face in the firelight, the womans eyes had taken a strange shine when she looked away. Much like that of a cats in the dark, the fighting was becoming plainly visible to her against the dark of the woods. The large forms causing her to round the camp once more and pick up her weapon as she watched the fighting. Quick actions from the one she thought had come into the camp earlier ended the fight before he came their way again.

Setting the hammer down where it had been, she only crossed her arms as the lion stepped into the camp. After demanding medical service, Skuld shakes her head and turns on her heel before entering her tent and returning with two items. A capped bottle of dark green liquid and a large roll of linen.

"I can offer you some bandaging and a brew, I'll warn you though, it will make you bed ridden for near two days but even deep cuts heal completely.

Takes a bit to kick in and you'll be as helpless as a newborn, but I'm proof it works
." Skuld informs the lionman plainly. It's easy enough to see she is rather amused at the turn of events.
 
As the lion approached again, the bard reached for his instrument and held it closely, has this barbarian come again to kill him? If so, he won't go down without a fight. Then as the lion demanded medical attention, he relaxes a bit, but not enough to be off guard. Just another brutish command. Does this beast not know how to be polite, or know any common decency? Still holding on to his instrument he turns to look at the woman, who offered him help. She rather than the barbarian, has public decency, something the bard respects. He turns back to the beast, paying attention to his movements, looking to see if he makes any funny movements.
 
lionman takes the banges but puts a hand up signaling he wasnt gonna take the brew.

he begins treating his wounds.

"that was a former trusted friend now turned enemy, it seems im no longer wanted among my people. no matter i have my royal guard."

lionman says scratching his head while looking at the sky unsure of what to do next

he looks over to were the dead lion lies. he walks back out into the darkness. he returns shortly later with a small patch of the lions pelt. he hands it to the masked individual.

"take this it will get you into the divine realm when you die. consider it a peace offering from me and my men. i had come here to run your people from the forest now if i try to return ill be killed by my own people."

he he rubs his neck

"me and my scout will rest here for the night"

he says very matter of factually.

"my scout will hunt an animal. one that is not intelligent from what i understand furrless folk do not eat other furrless folk?"

he lets out a short yipping sound and a moment later another lion approaches. this one is just a child no older than 10 and small compared to the other one.

he holds a bow and arrow that makes him look even smaller.

"trent go and get us something to eat something that isnt a furrless folk"

"yes your majesty"

lionman smiles. as the small lion speed up the trunk of a tree and dashes out of sight jumping from branch to branch.

"he will return with food. then your woman can cook a decent meal"

lionman sits back down near the fire. the woman looks mad by his comment.

"im sorry are you two not a couple?"
lionman asks questioningly he didn't really understand the furrless folk spending most of his life fighting them he didn't stop to figure out how they interacted with each other as far as he was concerned they were soulless creatures and not worth the time. they were only worth what you could use them for.

at least thats how he was raised
 
Skuld watched quietly as the lionman bandaged himself and informed them of his royal guard, then moving to retrieve something from the dead behind him. Her interest lost after he returned with the pelt and gave it to the bard. Stating he was staying the night, Skuld began packing up the brewing set that was at the smaller of the two fires. The lionman spoke while she did this, only getting an occasional nod from her to show she was listening as she avoided looking at the campfire directly.

The comment directed at the bard made her stop completely as her human eyes shone in the campfire. "I am no ones woman." She hissed as she packed the items up, grabbed her war hammer and walked away to put them into her tent. "And I'll not be cooking for no one." she spat as she ripped the tent flap open, her saddle lying on the ground. The horse was near the front of her tent, a little startled and eyeing the woods now as she opened the flap before pulling the horse inside.

"Stay there you blighted thing. I don't need you dying before I leave here." Her anger still present as she pulled her tack outside, including the shield emblazoned with the black thorny rose. She looked squarely at the bard, securing her grip on the shield as she hefted both it and the saddle outside of the tent, followed shortly by her armor and spare weapons.

"To answer you, I don't know what my brothers and sisters are doing with those things. I joined because I lost someone to a necromancer. I brew potions with herbs I find and fight with forged steel." Skuld huffed as she set the gear down. Standing upright, she looked to the bard, but stayed aware of the lionman. "You telling me these things makes me wonder about what is going on in my order though."
 
"What an interesting group.." Auriel whispered to herself as she hovered in the sky over the camp. She had spotted the camp on her long journey to Fall'Addas and was originally intent on passing by unseen. However, the appearance of a Galesong. Now that, was interesting. She wondered if the he had heard of the rumors of the Black Rose. Auriel had the misfortune to encounter one of them earlier on in her journey. Since then, she could never get the image of the fallen stag out of her head. A tragedy indeed.

And then, the appearance of a lion.. man? She could barely see through the foliage and she had never seen such a creature before and was thus was quite confused by it's actions. She watched as it interacted with the Galesong and the woman. Eventually, it sent off it's servant, presumably to hunt from what she could gather from the conversation. At this point in time, Auriel was growing tired from hovering over the camp. Several times the Galesong's wind almost exposed her. She supposed that she might as well make her appearance known now and take a rest from flying.

She descended a few meters away from the camp, rustling the trees as she landed. Slowly, she withdrew her great wings as quietly as possible, which was not very quiet when surrounded by foliage. Auriel lowered her hood in order to appear as non-threatening as possible and on light feet, she walked into the firelight of the camp.

"Do not be afraid," She began with the traditional Avariel greeting, "For my name is Auriel. I am on a long journey and I tire of flying. I ask to rest here, if only for a little while."

Auriel spoke slowly and with reason, then gazed at the group as she measured their reactions.
 
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lionman looks above to the flying creature he begins to laugh a deep belly laugh.

"hey! woman it seems your stew smelled better than a thought. we've attracted another mouth to feed. are you sure you dont wanna cook for them. i eat food raw whatever my scout comes back with will be already for me"

he licks his chops and reaches into his pouch. he pulls out a small bottle and takes a swig.

"mmmmh blood wine"