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Voyages: Part 4

The pair sat looking out of a crumbled window frame. The night had come early and the two decided to hold up in an abandoned but only partially burned and destroyed three story building that once may have been a tavern of some kind. The old brick showed signs of weather and must have sat here on the shores of Yal’Mur for many years. Tanis had gone through what remained of the cellar and found two unbroken and unlabeled bottles of what looked to be wine, sharing it between them as he handed the barbarian a strip of dried meat which she took hungrily. “Elven wine sucks I have to admit,” Mara said with a distasteful reaction to the swig she took. Tanis smiled and took it back from her, upending it for a moment, wiping his lips. “If you think this is bad, you should try wine from the old country in Esath. Terrible, I will say so.” He licked his lips and set about taking another strip of jerky out, his eyes trailing out to the ocean view before them. Not a hundreds yards out was the evidence of complete devastation of the port. Bundles of planks, broken and split piers, cracked and burnt husks of hulls sunk into the harbor and a sea of sails ripped and shredded, left for the tide to take out into the embrace of the deep ocean. Mara looked on with a deep feeling of sorrow for the ships that lay upside down or demolished. She felt a pang in her heart and absently clutched her chest as she longingly looked out. “You miss it, don’t you?” The foreign accent he produced made Mara briefly glance at him. “The sea. You miss it?” “Yes,” she said quietly. “I miss it every day.” She shifted on top of the crate she sat on, kicking her boots up to the broken brick ledge. “You spend enough time on a ship, enough time away from land, you forget things, you become someone else entirely.” She shut her eyes and smiled a little at the memory of all the brawls, the men, the adventure. Tanis was quiet, staring intently at the larger woman. He set down the bottle and leaned against his pack, crossing his arms behind his head. “The ship that bore me from my home to Mokoral was captured. I managed to hide myself among the cargo and escape, luckily. I don’t hate pirates. I understand their intent, their nature. But...” he paused and Mara gave him a slight glare in response. “You would think they could take a bath more often,” the elf finished and smiled widely. Mara sat silent for a moment and chuckled heartily. “You are not like other elves, Tanis. Here I thought they all were uptight assholes.” She took the wine, taking a long pull and handed it back, which he took with an appreciative nod. “Those are city elves, Madam Mara. My cousins are a little less appreciative of good company and manners with the other races than we woodland folk are.” He emptied the bottle and tossed it aside. “Maybe we’ll get you more accustomed to such interactions.” He laughed and slumped back in his bedroll. She sat for a long while at that ledge, listening to the waves crash against the rocks far off. The sound of wood creaking and breaking, the smell of the salt and brine combined with the winds quiet moaning left her in a state of calm. For the first time in a long time, Mara was at peace with herself.

Voyages: Part 3

Mara froze. Her body tensed and her hands felt the need to twitch towards her back where her battle axes hung. She could feel the vibration of Clockwork against her bones even. But she stayed her actions. In the corner of her eye she could see, just to her left, the point of an arrow not ten feet away, drawn tight in a short bow. Within the shadows a small figure, cloaked and hooded, whispered to her. "Five seconds. Tell me who you are and what you're doing here."

It was a man. Mara tilted her head. No... an elf. She heard the soft, elegant accent but only barely. Her lips curled against her teeth. "My name is Mara. And my business is my own." The figure moved out of her sight behind her, but she couldn't hear his footsteps at all. Quiet little bastard, she cursed herself. "Who are you?"

"Hmph. I'm the one asking the questions." The voive behind her was a little farther, maybe twenty feet. He was smart to open the gap between them, she thought. This one had seen battle before and survived worse than others. "You're a little tall for a human woman. And exotic." The words were almost admiring. "But you've come far to find nothing. The ships have been scuttled." Mara closed her eyes and bit her lip before lowering her hands and turning around slowly.

"If you're going to shoot me, shoot me and lets get this over with. If not, then lower your weapon and speak to me freely, elf." She saw crouched away from her the elf, stand and half lower the bow, still drawn back in case she moved for her axes. "Tell me your name. I'm not here to hurt anyone else someone bring harm to me. If that's the case, I promise you I've slain more worthy opponents in my life." She waited.

Moments, tense moments passed. The elf lowered the bow completely and shouldered it. He removed the hood, showing a worn, cut up face that once could have been incredibly handsome, for an elf Mara thought. He was short, had very short cropped brown hair, bright pale blue eyes and fair tanned skin. She noticed immediately a symmetrical tattoo traced on his face from forehead to neck in what could be a tree or branches. His chin and cheeks showed scars of another age in his life. "I am Tanithas." He stepped forward, easily standing a head and a half shorter than Mara , extending a small hand to her. "Call me Tanin."

Mara stared at him for a moment. He definitely showed signs of recent battle. His leather armor, though dark brown and green, was stained with blood, some of it more recent. Beneath his right bracer she saw a bit of bandage wrapped around his forearm and his neck had an old, deep gash healing over with scar tissue on the left. As she reached out to take his hand, she caught her breath suddenly as she noticed both of his ears.

Wood elves, thought a cousin kin to the ancient elves of old like high elves, still bore the most common feature of pointed ears though not nearly as long as Solmeras or his twin brother Seatamul. Tanin's however were missing. They were clipped horribly short. She nodded to him.

"Tell me, friend. What are you doing here in this ruined city?" She kept her eyes locked on him, as his shoulders sagged slightly and his blue eyes looked around them.

"That, Mara, is a long story."

Voyages: Part 2

The sea. A sight she could not hold back tears for. They streamed freely down Mara's cheeks as she stood facing south, a light breeze whipping the rocks below her bringing in the smell of salt and brine. Frothy waves crashed on stone and birds sang above. How long had it been? Two years now?

A vivid memory of the Rosalin being annihilated on the shores of the At'Guard Gulf marked their unique arrival to Mokoral. She remembered the sight of the carnage of the dead ogre crew in the frantic search for her friends in the wreckage. Her eyes played along the shores as she wandered them southward for days, catching what she could for rationed food and carefully managing her water supply Orinn had provided for her. Ten days she had been gone and there was one she missed companionship with the most. Her fur covered friend, her best friend, left behind to help guard her barony.

"Can you do me a favor, Cad?" She had knelt down before the canine. "Sure!" He had exclaimed as he nudged her hand with his muzzle. She smiled and choked back a sob. "I need you to look after Thomas for me. For a while. Not too long." The large hazel eyes checked her up and down in a concerning look. "Trouble?" He seemed to speak quietly. She shook her head and hugged him. "No. No my friend. But I have to go away for a awhile, to places I can't take you. But I need you to be here for Thomas and the others if they find this place." She cupped his chin. "Can you do that for me?" The beast thought for a moment, staring into her soul almost and sighed. "Yes. For you, anything."

Mara smiled and wiped away her tears again. "Gods, look at me." She shook her head and the memories away and trudged onwards, clambering down a small rocky ledge, back up another until she crested a large drawn on a ridgeline. When it broke, the view was incredible. Far below in the distance lay Yal'Mur. But something was different. No smoke clouds, no fires... no orcs.

She drew closer, day by day, eventually letting her primal senses kick in allowing the scents and noises around her to guide her movements. Tree to dead tree, rock to blackened rock she moved silently as she stalked ever closer to the stone walls towering outside the city until she stood against them. She ran her hand along the workmanship and studied it for a bit, seeing perfect cuts made centuries before her. "Dwarves," she whispered. She walked along the wall, listening intently for bowstrings being pulled, trip wires or anything else that could signal a threat. But for several hours, nothing. Not even the birds chirped here.

The night came as she slipped over the walls and dropped down the other side into the outer city. This place showed devastation on multiple levels. Ruined and crumbled stone structures, burned piles of wood from stables and huts, and the smell of death and decay hung on the wind. Her senses on full alert she forged a path to her goal: the harbor. It took a while but eventually in the waning hours of the darkness she rounded a broken wall and into an empty cobbled street to discover a brutal sight, one that made her heart sink and hurt.

The harbor was empty. Not a single ship lay in port. No sails, no oar powered corsairs. Nothing but empty piers waiting for a fleet of merchant vessels like the day it was constructed so long ago. She stood for a moment, staring out into the sea that reflected the starlight above. She had come so f-

"Do not move or your corpse will join the masses."

Voyages: Part 1

Thunder rumbled low in the distance. The skies were dark to the north over the foothills of the Shattercliff, an ominous sight to those beyond the mountains. Lightning flashed and crackled, lancing out to kiss the peaks in a violent dance of nature's fury.

Mara's eyes followed every bolt, flashing a bit of her own inner rage in response. A smile cracked her face as she stood looking out from the balcony of the Pale Tower. Long she stood here overlooking the Hauntwood, watching as the seasons changed and summer led into autumn and with it brought more storms, storms much like those she danced in during her childhood. Her memory flooded her mind with desert landscapes and rocky cliffs of the sea. She could almost smell it now, the salt and brine. She could see her mother, Rona, strong as any woman she had met, carrying baskets of crop and wearing her usual dirty brown leather tunic. Her fire red hair was braided to one side and still reached her lower back, inlaid with circlets of bone and exotic trinkets, including her most prized owlbear feather. She turned and smiled at her daughter.

"Mara." A deep voice broke her thoughts. She turned and saw standing naked in the moonlight the tall, broad chested figure of her lover. "Come back to bed." Orinn watched her turn fully and walk towards him. Her toned legs swayed her strong hips, the upper body exposed to him and he reached down to run his hands along her abs and chest. She leaned up and kissed him slowly. "I wanted to enjoy the storm. They never make it this far south." She glanced back as another crack of lightning struck the mountains.

Orinn eyed the skyline for a moment, rubbing her back and massaging her shoulders. "He watches you, always, my moon." Mara looked up at him with a questioning look. "Just as she watches me." He lifted her easily off her feet, wrapping her legs around him as he braced her against the column of the balcony entrance. "I will be sure to ask her for guidance for you on your travels."

The barbarian smiled lightly as she kissed him before she felt herself being slowly, effortlessly penetrated. Her lungs released a gasp of air and she dug her nails deep into Orinn's flesh, raking them down leaving welts. "Oh...fuck," she managed to say before he slowly thrust back in, pulling out almost all the way, then pushing back into her until she felt him stop against her cervix.

Orinn bit down on her earlobe and grunted, picking her up and setting her down over and over as her gasps became cries that echoed into the courtyard below, the night air split with pleasured screams.

"Have ye' got everything?" Mara stopped and looked back over her shoulder, brushing her hair out of the way. Thomas stood in the doorway, ramrod straight and attentive as per usual. Fully dressed in his scale mail minus his helm, Mara wondered if he slept in it even though he had his own room. Or if he ever slept at all. She put a finger up to her lips and nodded at the huge bed across the room. Orinn slept soundly on one side.

Thomas nodded and retreated as she stepped out behind him, closing the door after. "How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to stand guard for me anymore?" Thomas's face turned dark for moment. "That decision is not yours to make, Mara. You know that and yet you still demand I go against why I am here." He reached out and gently grabbed her shoulder. "Are you sure you still want to go? You've not been home for years."

Mara sighed. "I have to. For my own good I need to see my home again. I've been away for too long." She smiled at her protector. "But I know things will be taken care of here, won't they... Master Thomas?" She grinned a little.

Thomas didn't respond for a moment. His eyes stared deeply into hers and he leaned in closer. "Be careful. That's all I ask. I can't lose you now, especially when I won't be there to watch your back." He gripped harder onto her.

She stood for a moment and watched the aging human. "Thomas... I..." she suddenly leaned in and wrapped him up in a tight embrace. "I promise I'll come back in one piece." Her voice was almost child like, quiet and soft. Thomas held her for a moment longer before clearing his throat and stepping back. "I'll... go fetch Cad. I'm sure he'll be excited to walk you out." He abruptly turned and trotted down the spiral steps.

Mara stood for a moment longer before reentering the bedroom. She walked to her back, the old pack having been repatched several times over by ship mates and Draven. She looked it over, remembering the last 2 years vividly. Were they still alive? She shuddered and set it back down.

"And here I thought I always woke before you." Orinn lay back in bed against the furred pillows, hands behind his head. Mara walked to the bed and stood next to him. "I've got a long ways to go. I should've been gone by now." She looked down at him. He was smiling. "What? Don't look at me like that."

He began to laugh a hearty laugh, sitting up and grabbing her by the waist. She struggled for a moment as he lifted her up and onto the bed, spinning her around onto her stomach and crawling onto her. "Orinn- Orinn you little-" she scoffed and protested against him as his hands pinned her and his teeth sunk into the back of her neck. She instantly froze and gasped. "You... I swear I'll-" she began again.

"You'll what?" He gripped her wrists harder. His mouth found its way to her neck again and this time drew blood, Mara moaning out loud in pleasure. She felt a crawling sensation up her legs and arms, then around her waist. Her clothes began to neatly pull away from her body, Orinn letting go of her as her wrists were wound up with silky soft vines in a grip she could not break from. She was helpless as she looked over her shoulder just as she felt him enter her. "F-f-fuck..." she whispered as his girth filled her. "Take...take me. Take me..." she growled at him.

He responded with a slap to her ass that she lifted up for him, his strong hands wrapping around each side of her waist, using her body for leverage as he thrust in and out, quicker and harder until he felt her tense and scream into the sheets.

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Pale Tower: Part 10

“So these woods... the Hauntwood in it’s entirety is one living organism?” Mara absently chewed on a piece of fruit from several laid on a rock in front of her. The nymph nodded. “Exactly. After the Long War, the very air itself was filled with such malice and despair from the souls that died in that terrible conflict that it tore open a rift in between the Realms. And that is where I come in.” Mara eyed her for a few moments in silence. She was incredibly beautiful, more than anything she had ever laid eyes on. Her perfect figure combined with alluring features in her face and eyes made Phrixa almost godlike in nature. “And you did this?” She broke the gaze and looked around. Phrixa smiled and nodded again. “Yes, Mara. I made this wood. From the very spot you sit here sprouted that tree,” she pointed behind her at an enormous trunk of a dark oak tree. “It is the focal point of which all nature is born here. Every creature it has brought, every seed, every insect, all from this grove.” She rolled onto her side and looked about. “It is nowhere near the beauty that my sister and myself created in the Feywild, but it is my home and will be until the end of time. We nymphs live a very, very long time.” She blinked and looked at Mara. “Do not worry, I knew of your presence here the moment you stepped in from the mountains to the north. You bring no ill omen, not like the orcish folk that came before.” She paused and looked at Orinn. “Your people as well have done a great deal in keeping these lands protected. I thank you.” She smiled at Orinn which made Mara bite her lip as Thomas elbowed her side. “Tell me, where is your sister?” the knight questioned. Phrixa paused. “In Esath. Zrada to be exact, deep in the jungles where she will continue to thrive and do as she needs to keep her home safe.” The bright eyes seemed to sigh with her shoulders. “I miss Amphinomis. We laughed all the time and played little games. It gets rather lonely out here.” Mara rolled her eyes a little and looked to Orinn who was staring at the nymph now. She waited a few moments before looked herself up and down. Her body was covered in dried blackish blood. Her hands were caked in mud and gore and her hair was frizzled. She reached over and grabbed his jaw, pulling him to her in a long kiss. He immediately responded and wrapped his arms up around the half-goliath, pulling her in close and biting her lower lip as they embraced. Mara smiled in return, triumphantly. They both looked over and saw Phrixa staring, smiling wide. “The love of two hearts is such a wonder.” She giggled and slipped deeper into the water, splashing about a little. “I envy the races of this realm. Carelessly throwing themselves at one another in times of lust and love. Easily tempted but also strong willed and wonderous.” She stopped and looked at Mara. “Especially from one who has so much to fight for. So much to gain and lose.” Mara glared and pulled against Orinn. “I take what I want and nothing shall come between what is mine and myself.” She gripped Orinn who seemed to sigh knowingly into her. “I don’t think she means to take away what is yours, my moon.” His deep voice murmured into her ear as he bit it playfully. (just to give you something to think about)

Only good photo of the convention. (They didn't have a Yasha present and my friend Kat who cosplayed her was upstairs)

To keep you up to date...

The Companions were called to the Council of Teloras to discuss upcoming events on a more pressing matter that will affect all of Mokoral. The barons are returning, being elected over the next few months from their respective countries. Curr, Val Faldur, Papperoth, Greyspine, Ond'Mar, Sunderdale, and the now being rebuilt Yal'Mur (since the retreat of the orc horde).

The goliaths of the Shattercliff will not elect a baron but will stand by their ancient treating laid 300 years prior to aid in the defense of their continent if an invasion occurs from the Legions to the north in Esath.

The Companions have discovered in the long forgotten Tower of Reverence on the south end of the Shattercliff a large stone held in the hands of a statue dedicated to Mystra, goddess of secrets, that was identified as a Jacinth Stone. Calcryn Tankur, the gnome engineer who resides in Ravenfell within the confines of Greyspine's walls, had previously built Draven's clockwork spider and powered it with a very small pebble of Jacinth though he is unable to comprehend how constructs are able to become self aware or even take commands.

They speculate already these jacinth stones requires a soul in order for them to function as a viable construct. Backing this theory up is Daedalus 0-7, a construct created from a golem stone which Draven found on his travels. She does not speak but allowed them access into her carapace to see her green jacinth stone within.

On their return journey across Mid-Plain, while in the halfling tent city of Papperoth, Boot attempted to identify the stone and saw a vision of a witch like, disfigured elven woman with 12 construct warriors surrounding her. Over 100 bodies of shield dwarves lay sprawled around the room, two elven males included, with the giant jacinth stone above. He witnessed a shadow steal the stone before the witch creature turned on Boot, killing him instantly. Luckily Draven saved him immediately. With this on his mind, the Raven Queen angry with both him and the very nature of the stone itself in their presence, the Baron Greyspine took ill and locked himself in his room in a fit of madness.

Estelar Enzana, the half-elf responsible for helping the refugees of the dragon attack on Ond'Mar and now appointed political head of the city of Ravenfell and Marren's Eve, has taken the seat of Steward over the Keep while the Baron recovers.

Mara Uth’Matar, Baroness of Sunderdale, Master of the Pale Tower, The Orc Bane, member of the Companions. (Thought this was a pretty accurate representation of her minus the tattoos)

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