Keia Merrenia
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It had been about two weeks since they’d arrived in the town of Stonewatch, where the castle of the newly ennobled Baron Christian Vide now resided. One week since his public ennobling, where he was given a cloak that bore his crest (you choose what it is), and was set in the baron’s seat. Keia had been there with him every step of the way.
The day they got to the town they had commissioned a new collar for her, a proper one. It was a band of silvery steel that hugged her neck snugly enough not to move easily, but not so tight as to restrict her breathing or blood circulation. There was light linen padding underneath it to make it slightly more comfortable and unlikely to chafe. The collar was enchanted too, by Keia herself no less, that at the snap of Christian’s fingers a chain would shoot from the collar to his hand, a good way to keep her in line.
Keia had gotten to work immediately, looking into ways that her particular brand of magic might best serve her lord in his endeavors as Baron. Executed criminals were always sent to her for necromancing. She always came up with good ways to use their remains. She furthered her teaching him how to use necromancy himself, rendering her slightly more obsolete the better he got, but she too was improving exponentially in an effort to remain useful.
But things weren’t all peachy from the get go. There were a number of bandits to be dealt with, and no real military save those left by the knight, who it turned out was now the Duke. They were well trained, well disciplined and fearless, but there weren’t enough of them to protect everyone from everything, and they were best used for training militia. Public order was intact but shaky, with bandits running amuck people turned to less honest means to stay alive, and sometimes even joined the bandits to stay fed, which just compounded the problem.
Baron Christian had a lot to deal with in this half forested mountain, half swamp fiefdom. And despite not being alone, it was not going to be easy.
Keia was up in her tower, working on researching ways necromancy might help with their issues, when she heard the door open, and turned to see her master standing in the doorway. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head, “Master. May I be of service?”
The day they got to the town they had commissioned a new collar for her, a proper one. It was a band of silvery steel that hugged her neck snugly enough not to move easily, but not so tight as to restrict her breathing or blood circulation. There was light linen padding underneath it to make it slightly more comfortable and unlikely to chafe. The collar was enchanted too, by Keia herself no less, that at the snap of Christian’s fingers a chain would shoot from the collar to his hand, a good way to keep her in line.
Keia had gotten to work immediately, looking into ways that her particular brand of magic might best serve her lord in his endeavors as Baron. Executed criminals were always sent to her for necromancing. She always came up with good ways to use their remains. She furthered her teaching him how to use necromancy himself, rendering her slightly more obsolete the better he got, but she too was improving exponentially in an effort to remain useful.
But things weren’t all peachy from the get go. There were a number of bandits to be dealt with, and no real military save those left by the knight, who it turned out was now the Duke. They were well trained, well disciplined and fearless, but there weren’t enough of them to protect everyone from everything, and they were best used for training militia. Public order was intact but shaky, with bandits running amuck people turned to less honest means to stay alive, and sometimes even joined the bandits to stay fed, which just compounded the problem.
Baron Christian had a lot to deal with in this half forested mountain, half swamp fiefdom. And despite not being alone, it was not going to be easy.
Keia was up in her tower, working on researching ways necromancy might help with their issues, when she heard the door open, and turned to see her master standing in the doorway. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head, “Master. May I be of service?”