The Warriors Shall Rise Again

[Shenzii]

Tar-ryn looked at him. "Times have changed Chronin. I'm sorry. But pain shows weakness. Zaldaro prays on weakness." She looked away and tried to break free of his hold.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kha'mal took the letter, bowing slightly in return, but keeping a stern eye on the messenger as he left. Frowning, he walked down the marble-tiled palace corridors, running a thumb over the letter. It was made of thick parchment and sealed with a wax crest...


Kha'lin sighed and nodded, a bemused smile hidden behind her mask "Thank you miss... Though if I am not mistaken my brother is at the door with your stylist..." She turned her head, looking across at the door as Kha'mal opened it. She smirked behind her mask, long lynx ears flicking happily.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

"Okay, 'you need not hide your pain from me'; sorry for not being specific." He let go of her and crossed his arms in exaggerated frustration as she walked off. After she went to her room, he meditated on his current situation until he finally realized something:"Wait, where am I going to sleep!?"

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Rasha raised her eyebrows, always impressed by the ability of her guards. She took the message from Kha'mal and opened it. Her eyes flicked over the words, and then she stopped. She read it again to be sure.
"Oh dear," she said. "I'm going to have to think about this." She handed the message back to Kha'mal. "Keep this safe and hidden from everyone." Behind her guard, Fazila, th stylist walked in. She was a small mouse and her clothes were modest but had flickers of colours which lit up her body. She took Rasha's hand and brought her to the centre of the room, asking questions of style an mood ideas. based on that, she chose from the clothes that were layed on the bed. Kha'mal was locked out of the room and Rasha started changing into a strong golden flare of clothes. A dress, a waistcoat, extra feathers to adorn her head and jewels that hugged her chest and down her forearms.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kha'lin watched, as Rasha finished adjusting the myriad of jewellery and fine silks. She smiled, amber eyes shining and long striped tail flicking "Beautiful as ever, if I may say so Miss..." Her smile faltered, and though it wasn't visible past her red face-mask, it was clear in her eyes. She put one hand to her own chest, running a thumb and finger over the area where her necklace normally hung, nestled in the thick fur.


Outside in the corridor, Kha'mal spun his Falcata in lazy circles through the air. It was the twin to Kha'lin's own blade, just as he himself was to her. As he spun it through a few simple sword-feats the blade sang, beaten gold humming as its sliced through the air. --- A royal servant walked past, carrying a stack of clean clothing, and Kha'mal was still again, back to a silent guardian in the blink of an eye...

[Crevan Fox]

(I will just tell you now guys i cant post here for a few days ok, I will be back soon  )

[Shenzii]

Tar-ryn moved to her bed with a fluid movement. Her eyes looked around her room cautiously. Rorin walked in moments after she layed on her bed. "Everything is ready for tomorrow." He sat on the bed with her and pulled her into his lap. "You need to learn to relax." Tar-ryn only smiled. "I know." Rorin smiled as well. "I put Chronin in my room, so do you mind if i bunk with you?" Tar-ryn nodded and sighed. "We'll have to wait for Queen Rasha's response before we leave."

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

Once ready, Rasha opened the door, and spoke to both her guards.
"Come on, let's get to the main hall. I need to settle some disputes." She looked over to Kha'lin. "While we're there, you can talk to one of the guards, tell him where to look for your necklace." Rasha was distracted, watching with empty eyes as the message bounced in her mind. To accept the plea for sanctuary could bring Zaldaro's army crashing down onto her country, but they would also be powerful defensive assets, if she can keep them secret. She ran her fingers across the other hand, scratching the floor with her talons in annoyance. She shook her head and headed off to the main hall. She had to focus.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kha'lin nodded to Rasha, holding the door open as she walked through, and closing it behind her. She and Kha'mal stepped into line just behind her, dark red and black clothed figures flanking the elegant queen. They both held sword, blades naked and drawn, and both walked with the acute sense of someone ready to spring or leap into action, while remaining quiet and collected.

Kha'mal whispered hoarsely to Kha'lin,glancing across at her chest and the place where her necklace had once hung "You did not tell me that you had lost our mothers necklace... I told you those floozy merchants had nimble fingers!"
 Kha'lin hissed, tail flicking "How dare you! I should have you know I lost it at the public baths... No slimy merchant would get their hands on it without me knowing..." She looked away from her brother, stopping to open an intricately carved doorway for Rasha, without breaking stride...

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

The great hall opened in front of them. A vast room built in wide arches and geometric patterns, blazing in blue. Gold writing spread over it all. Ancient religious scriptures, and recent historical events documented over the vast walls, stopping only for enormous glass windows, letting light stream down onto the queen, as she moved to her throne and the front of the hall and sat down. Before her stood a sea of royals guards, politicians, lords and civilians. But in the centre, on a long stretch of marble stood two small figures, staring up in awe. Beside Rasha, a man in elegant black robes with a blue trim, stood up with a piece of parchment in his hands.
"Item one of the first day of Shaddan of the year fourteen sixty five, of the Shazaiah Calendar. Inherited land disputed between Hinum Barsha and Hanam Barsha. May the goddess Shazia bless us." The details of the case were told by the two brothers, and Rasha leaned on the side of Hinum, but often she would stare across the room, out through a window to the sky.

[tangletail]

Leo sat down inside the bar ordering a glass of tea before asking the bartender something, obviously hopeing this town isn't as at peace as it seems to get some kind of work, even if it was the worse pay to start with.
"Excuse me barkeep! Do you know of anyone who's looking to hire?" Leo asked not even sounding desperate but rather casual and uninterested figuring that this town has no crime, wars, hatred or anything.
"Well, you can always walk to the castle and ask, you do look like a swordsman how bout joining there ranks?"
Flicking his ear a bit he could only groan and place his head on the counter "I doubt that I would get a friendly welcoming, especially if anyone remembers me from... other times"
"You may never know sir, just drop bye, if it gets bad oh well, not like you got anything special am I right" the bartender lauged.
"Just.... never mind" he said shaking his head at the harsh joke before standing up leaving, heading to the castle, the bartender was right he had absolutely nothing to lose but a life, only this and nothing more.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kha'mal and Kha'lin stood either side of the Queen's throne, red-robed guardians at her side. Neither moved as the case unfolded, amber eyes watching the crowd with a mixture of suspicion and uninterest. Kha'lin glanced sidelong at Rasha, noticing her staring out of the great glass window, blue sky beyond. She glanced back to Kha'mal, thinking of the letter... There where some things Kha'lin did not know about the Queen, despite their closeness, and that letter was one of them...

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

eventually the parade of troubled citizens ended, and Rasha stood with her lords and generals, heading back through the palace to the war room. As they walked , Rasha leaned close to one of the lords, a fox in a turban. She whispered to him, and he nodded in grateful reply. The war room opened to them, showing a wide table, covered in a map of the known world. Everyone stood around, with the queen sitting in the only chair. Around them were paintings of the aftermath of war. A window into death and a reminder of the cost of aggression.

[KittKat chunky~]

Again Rasha was flanked by her guards, striped fur and amber eyes identical. Even the way they both stood, straight backed and proud was the same. Kha'lin watched the generals, holding her golden sword at one side, tip of the blade touching the marble floor. She looked between each general, studying them carefully. Even though they where some of the Queens most trusted men, everyone had to be labelled a potential threat...

[Asia Kali Yusufzai]

The lords started first, pledging forces to join the queens own ranks if a war was ever to arise. Such a situation became more likely every day. No matter how great an army they could muster, Zaldaro would be three times the strength and size, and his technology was unmatched. The largest swords, the most powerful bows, the latest training and the greatest tactics. Rasha scracted her beak, but underneath, she wanted to claw her face. Scouts reported Zaldaro's continuing conquest of Trejan lands, a neighbour of Khemal. They would be next. It only made sense.
"Send another diplomat. See if we can increase those trade ties," she said. The order was noted down, but they all knew it would come to nothing. The trade would halt and the armies would come. They needed help, and some generals suggest neighbours allies, and even enemies they could make uneasy truces with. The problem was, those who hadn't already been fighting Zaldaro, barely had a force to provide. The room seemed fit for a funeral, with the corpse of the country laid on the table. Rasha imagined herself there, and her generals and lords spread across the floor. The flies would bounce against the windows. The meeting ended, and she headed for her room.