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[Tay M'real]

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Tay walked home from WIT training. He had stayed extra long with some of the other kid's for additional lesson's. The night's lesson were focused on bola tactics. He was the Captain of his team and they happened to do very well. He yawned slightly and patted his mouth, it had been an extremely long day. He started reviewing the day from the morning, it had all started...

Tay skipped through Umbra, his necromancy book tight in hand. He quietly mouthed the words to some advanced spells, ones he had no chance of casting yet. Tay had bravely left the house without his mother knowing. He knew she'd be furious if she had caught him, so he made it a point of not getting caught. His foot steps had advanced him towards the large blue Moongate, his eyes looked it over.

"Hmm..." Tay thought. "To do, or not to do?" The thought was barely finished as he hopped into the moongate.

He emerged out the other side, surrounded by lots of grass and small hills. His head spun around, gazing over the immediate area. The soft breeze nipped at his face, his fingers gripped the necromancy book even tighter. Tay began to stroll through the field, he continued to look around trying to find something familiar. Finally he caught few of tall brick walls a little to the North. They were golden, bright, and solid. He had read about Cities before and knew that the City of Trinsic was famous for their large walls. Walking through sand now, Tay advanced towards a small golden bridge leading into the City.

The three men were chuckling slightly. All of them were dressed in iron platemail armor, red doublets covered their chests, and swords sheathed on their backs. They turned abruptly at the advancing stranger, their eyes glared coldly towards the necromancy book.

"What's your buisness here boy?" Asked the one paladin.

"Just curious is all." Tay smiled a bit.

"Damn scum and their dark magics. I've seen little trouble maker's like you burned at the stake." Spoke the second paladin.

Tay's eyes opened widely. He was quickly realizing that his mother wasn't being so strict, demanding him to stay in Umbra. "You mean burnt" Tay corrected him.

"GET HIM! Cieze the book and arrest him for trespassing. First we're ambushed by Spawn and now little devil children and wandering our streets!" The three paladins sprinted quickly towards Tay.

"A foolish man fights to die..." He remember his father telling him. Tay spun on his heels and ran quickly away from them. The sand was heavy under his feet and made it difficult to run through. The paladin's were having even more trouble with their heavy armor.

Tay could see a small marble home not to far from him. Running around the corner he quickly pulled out a pair of magical earrings his father had given him. Quickly he clipped them on each ear and vanished. "Earrings of invisibility son." Beowulf had told Tay. "If you ever find yourself in a pickle, clip these on and you'll be safely hidden. Make sure your enemies don't see you do it though, in order to stay hidden you can't move."

As the paladin's approached the area that Tay was hidden, he could hear them barking commands to each other.

"Iman and Sam, you two keep moving, I'll look around here." Directed the third paladin. The two continued on, they were not running anymore, merely marching.

The paladin was standing directly in front of Tay's hiding spot. If his large metal helmet wasn't on he would have surely heard the boys heavy breaths. Tay had slipped his necromancy book between his back and his belt above his butt.

"A proud man fights to conquer." Tay recalled his father's words yet again. He took a deep breath and quietly unsheathed his kryss. The boy drove the kryss right into the center of the paladin's back, right into the spine.

"Boo!" Yelled Tay. "In Sar!" He spoke quickly, the man fell forwards to his face. Tay was shaking now, frightened at how easy it was to kill someone when they didn't expect it. It was even more exciting than killing wolves!

Iman and Sam heard the boy scream the spell and turned to find their fellow soldier face down in the grass. Their eye's open wide and they screamed with rage. The two rushed towards the boy, swords held high. "The devil boy has no honor!"

Tay closed his eyes tightly, "A brave man fights to survive." he pointed at the two. "Kal Xen Bal Bah!" Nothing. "Kal Xen Bal Boh!" Nothing again.

The paladin's had closed in on Tay, Iman swung down towards him.

"Kal Xen Bal Beh!" Tay screamed once more.

Iman's sword came down and met the end of a bardiche. The Revenant knocked the paladin back and began swinging the pole arm fiercely. Tay was so caught up in the moment, proud of his accomplishment, he hadn't seen the heavy platemail glove coming towards his face. With a loud "Crack" the boy fell back hard on to his butt. Blood dripped from his nose, his eye were sore. The paladin jumped onto the boy and began dropping his fists into the uncovered head of Tay. With a weak attempt Tay brought his arms up to cover his face.

"Make it stop devil child!" Sam screamed.

"Should have put on my helmet." Tay thought disappointed. He uncovered his face and sat up towards the paladin, wrapping his arms around Sam's neck he pulled him in tightly. Not tightly enough, the paladin was much stronger than the boy and lunged backwards.

The scream of agony from Iman could be heard loudly over the wrestling of Tay and Sam. Sam lept off the boy and rushed back towards Iman to help against the Revenant. Iman's left arm had been chopped off at the elbow, leaving only his sword hand to swing. The large bardiche, covered in blood, swung one last time and knock the paladin back. Sam ran up behind the Revenant, sword held high. Iman took one last heavy swing from left to right.

It all happened so quickly, the Revenant disappeared just before the sword connected. Sam had ran directly through the small cloud of smoke. Iman's sword had cut cleanly through his partners gorget. Iman let out a painful scream, he had just killed his fellow soldier. He dropped heavily to his knees and his tired fingers let go of the sword.

Tay approached the paladin, blood dripped from the boys face, two bruises had formed under his eyes. He wiped his face off trying to clear the tears of pain and anger. The paladin turned and saw the boy, standing over him.

"What're you going to do?" The paladin barked at him. "Your evil, pathetic waste of existence!"

Tay thought of Malikhia in this situation, what would he do? The boy began zapping the fallen paladin with pain spikes. After a few zaps the boy turned around and walked away, sobbing quietly to himself. He left the paladin laying weakly on his face, not dead, just beaten.

"Mother is going to be so mad..."
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[audrina]

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She sat at the stone table, book open, as she heard Tay do his best in sneaking upstairs. The book slammed shut as she pulled out her chair to follow behind him. She knew he had been spending an ample amount of time with his Father, so she was not all too concerned with his mysterious disappearance. She swung open his bedroom door and cleared her throat. The boy turned with a startled expression, blood, tears and sweat caked onto his face and his clothes. She could tell by his expression that he was indeed up to no good.

”Where have you been Tay?” she folded her arms across her chest and stared across the room.

”I..I…went through a moongate.”

”Is that so? By yourself?” she knew the answer, but she also wanted to make him squirm.

”Uh…yeah..I mean yes.”

She felt the anger rise within herself as she began to pace back and fourth.

”So, you have gone against my wishes and left the house, unaccompanied.” She shook her head, holding out her hand for silence as Tay opened his mouth. ”I do not know what you Father is teaching you, but disobedience will not be accepted, not in Umba.”

”DO NOT BLAME HIM! If it weren’t for him I would have died today! I killed –“

She rushed towards him, cutting off his sentence. ”You dare talk back to me?” She looked down at the boy realizing for the first time that he nearly reached her own height. A flash of Marcus M’real appeared across Tay’s face. Oh, how she despised the M’reals, yet she housed one as if it were her own. She raised her hand, but then only turned away. When she reached the door she placed her hand upon the handle and spoke, ”You are useless Tay. You may be able to hold your own in a battle, but you lack the ability to obey. Disobedience in Umbra will lead to your own death and on the battle field it could lead to many others. She paused looking at the door, the expression on her face turning to a slight smirk. She turned to face the boy. ” The Melgair’s have enough trouble-makers, I do not need to contribute my child as well.” She nodded and turned, leaving the room.

”In Sar!” She heard him speak the words and quickly turned to embrace the pain spike, but he must have realized what he was doing, because almost as quickly as he spoke the words, he froze. She turned to look at the boy, her expression one of sheer amazement. She walked over to him, placing her hands around his throat.

”You are a lucky child, Tay, lucky that I do not kill you right now.” She released him. ”Go to your room now!” Her voice shrieked in anger, ”No more training with your Father! And if you even TRY to step one foot outside of your room, you will pay dearly.”

”You are mean.” The boy mumbled under his breath.

Hours had passed as she paced the downstairs. She knew she had to speak to him. He needed to understand. She made her way up the staircase and opened his door. He turned from his chair and glared at her. She walked towards him and then sat across from him on the bed.

”You must realize that your actions have consequences. Not obeying the wishes of Umbra will lead to your elimination. There is no time for insubordination. You must trust the orders you receive and you must prove yourself loyal. Loyalty to Umbra comes before all else, Tay. You have the potential to be an excellent warrior, but until you also learn to not act on the impulse of curiosity, you will never reach excellence. I warn you of this now, because if you do make another mistake, I will personally bury you. And if you do not prove yourself loyal to the Matriarchs, I will give them my blessing to do with you as they please.” She stood from the bed and places her hand on his messy set of hair. ”Go clean yourself up and go to training.”

”Yes, Mother.”
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Darrien_Church: he asked what was the church of england based on
Darrien_Church: so I raise my hand and go "The lustful loins of Henry the VIII"
Darrien_Church : apparently not the right answer

[audrina]

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Her body lay sprawled out upon the cold tile floor. A small amount of blood left trails leading towards her back. Her eyes were watering from the intense pain, but she did not lift an arm to wipe the tears away. All she could think about was Tay. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her fingers around his throat and take every last breath from his body, until he too, lay motionless on the floor.

The pain of the open wounds made her focus only on what had just occurred. She could see the look of disappointment on the faces of the Matriarchs. Tay had disobeyed the laws of Umbra. It was crucial he learn that if he is to disobey than he not only finds himself punished, but others around him suffer as well. In this case, his mistakes would be paid for heavily by his mother and his wife, Ciara.

The sound of the whip echoed in her mind. The cold floor numbed the cuts that just hours ago were caked with blood and loose flesh. The pain could be tolerated, but the humiliation could not. Especially humiliation brought on by an insubordinate M’real.

She was numb. She could not tell if minutes had passed since she lay upon the floor or if it were hours. ”Audrina! Audrina…What happened? Are you okay? Where are the children?” Beowulf’s voice seemed frantic as he rushed to her side. She summed up the events in as little words as possible and then listened to Beowulf’s outrage. She blocked him out. She could deal with the unbearable pain, but not Beowulf. Not now.

”Take care of Tay. Beat him to an inch of his life.” She then closed her eyes, allowing her mind to catch up to her body and passed out.
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Darrien_Church: he asked what was the church of england based on
Darrien_Church: so I raise my hand and go "The lustful loins of Henry the VIII"
Darrien_Church : apparently not the right answer

[Sir Robert]

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[back in trinsic]

"Sir Robert!"
As the older paladin called his name, the former Duke of Trinsic turned around, smiling. "What gives, Alfred?"
Alfred bowed before the younger man and sighed deeply. "It's the Three Crimson Lights again, sir. They are at the healer."
"What did they do now?" Sir Robert stroke his moustache. Ever since those three had entered Trinsic, they had been nothing but trouble.
"They thought they could impose their own rules upon our town and accost a boy, according to our guards."
"They did what?" The man with the tricorne hat stopped and turned around. "Harrassing a boy? For what?"
"It seemed he was a necromancer."
"So? Trinsic is an open town, we don't have laws against necro's." Sir Robert groaned and put his hand to his forehead where the beginnings of a headache stirred. "Don't say they killed him."
"No, apparently they wounded him but he got the better of them. We had to ressurrect Sam and Terry though. T'was close with Iman."
Muttering to himself, Sir Robert finally arrived at the healer, and glowered at the three paladins. "Alright. That's the final straw. Our guards saw ye starting the fight."
"He was a backstabbing good for nothing undead [censored]!" spat Iman.
"Aye, but ye started it, darn it. How often do we have to tell ye, that Trinsic is an open city. As long as Necro's behave they are welcome, just as anyone else. That is the law of the city!"
"But Sir!"
"Nothing 'but sir'. It is not honorable to attack someone because his believes are different, if ye would have seen him attacking someone first, then aye, or if he would have attacked you first, then aye. But according to reports you idiots charged him without provocation.
"Ye three are no longer welcome in Trinsic. If we see yer faces in here before a year has passed, ye'll land in the jail." He turns to the man behind him. "Get some guards and escort them to the nearest moongate."
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Though this be madnes, yet there's method in't

[Ciara Devir]

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Ciara went back to practicing her fencing skills after her father left. She still didn't really understand why she got whipped since Tay was the one who went to some weird place called trinsic and started being mean to people there. Her father said it was because the matriarchs thought he cared about her. That was silly. He had just wanted her braid. Though, she remembered, he did say he was sorry before he hit her. That whip had stung... alot!

She suddenly heard a sound from behind her. She looked behind, having not moved to her room yet. She was scared that it was her father again, and she still hadn't moved to her room to practice as he told her. She gave a small sigh of relief though, as she saw her mother.

"Hi mommy!" she said, and waved her little spear in the air. Doireann smiled wide, seeing her daughter.

"How is the practice going?" she asked, staring at her daughter with concern. Ciara showed absolutely no love for weaponry. It seemed rather odd to Doireann, who had loved her sword the moment she held one.

"Alright, mommy. Mommy, does Tay care for me?" Ciara asked solemnly.

"I don't know, does he?" Doireann stared back. She knew that Ciara and her "hunnybend" Tay really thought they were married. That, she knew, was not tolerable.

"He must. The matriarchs made him whip me because of it." Doireann's eyes suddenly narrowed in slits.

"Where did he hit you?" she asked, her voice low and cold.

Ciara stared in amazement at her mother. She never sounded like that, only daddy did. "My back?" she said, her voice trembling in fear.

"Remove your shirt, Ciara. Let me see." In a frenzy, Ciara disrobed everything, and turned to show her back. There were welts healing in the shape of nine small whips. Ciara then heard a word she'd never heard out of her mother before. "Does it hurt, honey," Doireann asked, her voice quivering with barely suppressed anger.

Ciara shook her head. "No mommy. Matriarch Merci said if you have any questions, to send a message to her immediately," she quoted as if from a letter. Doireann began to swear even more, using the word Merci, stick and a word meaning donkey. Doireann then gently picked her up, and took her to her room, and brought a big cookie, the largest one she had ever seen! Then, she walked out, and slammed the door, going back to talking about donkeys again.

[Tay Thormear]

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Beowulf dropped into his second home for, what he expected to be, a brief visit. He saw Audrina laying on the floor motionless. His eyes gazed to her, he chuckled slightly.

"What happened to you?" he asked. Moving closer he kneeled down beside his wife.

"I was whipped by Tay." She replied coldly.

Beowulf chuckled and stiffled a laugh.

"If you find this funny you can leave." Audrina spoke, none too thrilled about his lack of "Compassion."

"I'm not laughing at you. Why did he whip you?" Beowulfs tone began to grow serious.

"Because he disobeyed orders. The Matriarchs punished him." Audrina replied.

"Outrageous! That is unheard of!" Beowulf began throwing his hands in the air. "What happened to a good old smacking around? They do this, it teachs him to be bitter. Teachs him not to care when he hurts people, becaues he knows if he doesnt, then it won't matter if he's punished." Beowulf was rambling on, not making sense.

Audrina ignored him, he could tell she was tuning him out. "We have three children living here. I cannot take care of them all like this."

"APPARENTLY NOT!" Beowulf hollared. He stormed across the living room and began to sprint up the stairs. "TAY!" He screamed loudly.

Tay came wandering out of his room. He knew his father would understand, he wouldn't be mad at him. His mother was crazy earlier; "Have you ever seen your father mad? It's not something you want to." hogwash Tay thought.

"Hey Fathe....!" Tay was cut off by the strong hand gripping his throat. He felt his feet leave the ground. His body hurled across the room, slamming against the floor and skidding into the book case.

"Think your big and tough do ya? Think your too good for rules, for laws? YOU HURT YOUR MOTHER!" Beowulf cross the room yelling at his son. Tay coward against the wall, two hands lift him up, and he flew across the room and landed right where they started.

"Did I not teach you discipline? You embarass me, you embarass your mother! You want to go stir up trouble and try and play your stupid little "slay" game like your five year old sister?"

Tay pushed himself up and stood, staggered, and looked at his father. He shook his head, too frightened to cry, too frightened to talk. He'd never see his father like this before, not this angry. He was even more frightened than when he saw the Matriarch chipping at her ice throne with a dagger.

"Well why don't you try to "slay"me then, you little rubbish!" Beowulf pulled his arm back, still at the other side of the room, and thrusted his right hand forward. "CORP POR!"

Tay slammed hard against the desk, smashing a lantern next to him. He fell to the ground and held his stomache tightly.

"You'll tend to your mother's wounds each and every day, even if she beats you. You will shower your Matriarchs with tribute as often as you can, and offer yourself to completely needed tasks." Beowulf demanded.

He spun on his heel and marched down the stairs. Fixing his cuffs and cursing to himself, slamming his feet into the ground, he made his way across the living room. "I'll be back." He told Audrina. "Matriarchs..." Beowulf cursed.