(Taken from live RP. Posted with permission)

Pirate for Hire

"But ye 'ave said ye be diddlin' all the ladies 'ere. surely ye 'ave nuttin' tae hide any longer." Head tilted and a smirk to form, devilment glinted in oceanic blue depths. " 'ow dae ye know they be easy tae bed, unless ye 'ave bedded 'em, eh?" Smirk would grow more, glint of amusement to form in that glassy gaze. Bottle of rum to be snagged and another deep drink taken. She nearly spewed the rum in her mouth and a quick swallow before she burst out laughing. "Aye, ye be right there boy. Waggin' their arses in the scabs faces, flauntin' their wares and claimin' innocence. I'm more innocent t'an 'alf o' the wenches 'ere. Stealin'?" Her hand slaps over her heart. "Ye wound me deep. I dun steal, I just find t'ings a floatin' out on the sea and ..." Smirks. "Collect it, give it a right proper 'ome I do." Could cost him a few fingers, or even a hand if he tried. Another snicker and glance over at him. "Ye only be sayin' t'at because ye be wis'in tae get in me britches."

And so after a long talk with his brother and Gerrard he would find himself here for the restlessness he was feeling this night. Plans were going to be formalized that were dangerous. This he knew in the least but how much' They would all probably be in for a surprise. Of course being dangerous would mean one's life was at stake..in the least. He ascended the steps but ended up loitering outside still. The fresh air held that crisp bite that was welcome for some sharp, clear thinking.

Leans towards him. "Ye dun lie verra well. Ye've admitted 'nuf times already. So dun play all innocent wit' me." Big grin. "Play innocent?" Laughs. "Ye can do it all ye wish, but I know better. Ye be nae better than I i'm willin' tae wager. Aye, thar be ways." A smirk to form and she would hoover so dangerously close to those kissy lips before pulling back and snagging up her bottle. Now that was lifted to her lips as a drink was taken. Bit of a tease" Naaah. Major, yes and proud of it. Bottle lowered and a glance over at him. "Aye' Explain the 'ow tae me. We may 'ave different points o' opinions on the matter. I'm willin' tae lend ye an ear tae plead yer case. Iffen the boat be a rockin' dun come a knockin'" Snickers with a wink and the bottle is tilted again. "I believe ye got some explainin' tae do, nae?" Brow quirked and a smirk in his direction before that bottle of rum was snagged, the last of the contents drained.

The place was crowded enough as the sounds rang in acute ears until he slowly drowned some of them out while passing through the doorway. Slate blue eyes narrowed over the crowd in that initial noting of whom was gathered. He didn't expect to know anyone as he only came here a handful of times and even that was some time ago. This place changed overnight, so within a month it was almost a clean wash through. The pierce of blue eyes turned upon JD in passing her table. There was just the hint of a smile to twitch to the corner of his lips. Slight dip of his head before he reached the bar and Bess to gain his focus as he ordered some of their cognac.

Oceanic depths would turn to note the passing of Leoric and her head would turn, she was openly checking him out. "Nice pooper." Snicker, then attention was back upon male she was bantering with as she laughed. "I'll tell ye w'at, i'll promise nae tae die before ye get lucky, eh?" That had her laughing. "Friend" Hardly. I dun 'ave any friends at least none t'at i'd trust." Glances back at Leoric. "I just t'ink he 'as a nice arse is all." Leans back slightly to peer at the one she was conversing with, although he was seated. "Ye 'ad a chance tae show me yers, and refused me, remember?" Snicker then smirk. "Strip" I didn't ask ye tae strip, just tae show me yer arse. Ye know, a quick drop o' the pants tae show ye wares." Waggles brows and grins.

Coins exchanged for his fare had him turning in a lean to watch the rather colorfully witted female in action. Drink now in hand was just held as the liquid was given a slight swirl.

His action did cause her to laugh out right and before britches could be pulled up again, an opened hand would slap the firm flesh of bum. "Now that's what I call a right fine arse." Laughing in full. "What?" That had her laughing even more. "T'at wasn't part of the deal boyo."

A glance to his side he noted the lass there gaining Bess' attention. He was up from his lean to wander down along the back wall until an area was found clear enough to watch from. All he needed to do was watch the Captain's corner to be amused this night. His glass of cognac was lifted for a taste. He eventually made his way back to the bar as some strange beings started bothering the colorful Pirate. He was back thinking on his conversation with Gaidan and Gerrard and the danger involved in the situation when a thought occurred. He moved back down to where JD was. She would find his voice held a rich Irish accent to it as it lowered in his query of her. "Lass, I can tell what your profession is by having observed this while in here." There was a means to his perusal.

Nudge was offered to the male when she realized there were several bottles upon the bar. "Ye 'ave tae be part pirate." Snickers and then a glance towards Leoric when he spoke. "And ye point Sir?"

— to be continued —

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Plans Made

Leo was pacing in front of the hearth, cloak discarded to lie over the back of the couch. Scarf was slid from his neck and tossed to join the cloak as the fisherman's sweater was pulled down to adjust over the wool pants. Stride was long and purposeful and he was aware of Alex watching him every so often. He finally crossed over to where Alex was, the man setting out the bottle of poteen as he noted him headed his way. He slightly shook his head, answering him before he even asked the question. Blue eyes darkened but the dip of his head was cordial, indicating that wordless exchanged. Instead he put out a mental call to his brother, something he rarely did for a few times it caught Gaidan quite unexpected.

The warrior prince entered with his usual flair. Meaning, none whatsoever save his own brooding countenance. "Leo." Simple greeting as Gadian removed his cloak, tossing it at random over the back of an empty chair.

"Well, that was fast!"

Poteen. Good. He indicated to Alex that he would have a bottle as well. He shrugged a shoulder, hint of a smirk there at his lips. "You call, I come. It was easy to do since I was already at the door."

He glanced beyond him to the door then back. "The others have not arrived yet." He was taking up his bottle in a sort of welcoming salute before lifted and tipped for a long burn. It was going to be needed tonight especially after the surprise he would spring on them.

Keifer was making his way to the Thistle in a leisurely manner in spite of the cold. Hands pressed deep in his heavy coat, collar turned up against the cold he'd take the porch steps two at a time and in he'd travel....no worries, the door would be swiftly shut to bar out the wind.

While he sensed that Leo had much news to share, he didn't ask. His brother would reveal it when Keifer and Gerrard arrived. And speaking of the devil...."Keifer." Nod of his head to the man.

"One down, two to go." Muttered under his breath as Keifer showed. "Keifer..." Slight smile to etch as he was settling. Leo was a man of action and waiting sometimes was his undoing so spent in pacing to expel all that excess energy. Another bottle of potcheen was set as Leo took it up to hand over to their friend. "Gerrard should be here soon." The other was going to be the surprise, their transportation and new information.

One hand lifted to greet the brothers, though no names were uttered. The heavy coat was shrugged off and set on a peg by the door before the man headed towards the bar. "Coffee, Alex if you will."

Gaidan, on the other hand, was a very patient man and had no problem waiting, so long as it was with a drink in his hand.

He indicated the hearth were chairs were set up that they could talk, a table there too to set their drinks and any papers needed if maps were taken out. "Time to make definite plans and departure dates."

Gerrard had been running late and finally made his way into the tavern through the back. Cook was scolding him as he hurried out, laughing. Had a chicken leg in his hand.

As he had that drink, he made himself comfortable for an evening of important discussion. "Agreed." They had put final plans off for long enough as it was.

"I hope you brought enough of that to share Gerrard!" Called over his shoulder as he took one of those oversized high wing back chairs. "I have a new development. I hired a ship. The Pirate should be here at some point tonight." Focus locked on his brother as slate blue eyes met their equal.

And here came Gerrard, his usual, cheerful nature shining through. Gaidan could only chuckle before eyes met his brothers. Pirate" He didn't voice the question but it could be seen in his eyes.

The coffee was taken up as well and Keifer joined Gaidan at the hearth. The man was silent as was his nature. Settling into a chair he simply watched between Gaidan and Leo before turning his attention to Gerrard. The man was incorrigible. "Pirate..." what in the nine hells did Leo have up his sleeve this time"

Just as she was about to give that ole hag Bess another night of headaches. A note was thrust at her, informing her of the meeting place. Soon the door of the Thistle was pushed wide open and inwards she stepped, heels thudding against planked wood and the pirate now made her appearance. Black felt tricorn set upon her head with an angled tilt, bright cobalt blue plume bounced in response to the slow, sauntering swagger of motion. Peacoat of like blue, buttoned against the cold of the night. Form fitting breeches of cotton tucked into the top of boots adorned with buckles. Oceanic depths made a slow drift over the room and the faces within until the one familiar was noticed.

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He would direct some serious questions JD's way now. "How many men does the Warlord have at the port and up at the Keep?" It would be a rough estimate as both Gaidan and he had a good idea.

"Don't see how the two go hand and hand, but if y'trust her, Leoric..." The coffee was taken up and swigged while it was still good and hot.

Whether or not that made JD trustworthy was still questionable to him but Leo's ability to see things in others made him trustworthy. That was good enough for Gaidan.

Oceanic depths would turn upon Leo then, time to get serious and down to business. Not that she was ever serious, but she did have her moments. "At port, t'ere be a good fifty, give or take. At the keep, five 'undred strong, more 'r less. But it's also rumored t'at he 'as 'nother five 'undred more 'idin' out somew'ere."

It was something on another level he actually watched when he observed the banter between the pirate and the man lusting.

It was Leo's powers of observation that allowed his twin to sit back and take in the information from the pirate with an open mind. "How are they armed?"

Gerrard rubbed at his chin, a slight frown appearing. He nodded with Gaidan's question.

Dark blue gaze would then turn upon Gaidan and hold it fully. "Swords 'n spears as well as long daggers at port. T'ose in the keep use swords, spears 'n bows. As fer the others, t'ats speculative. But it is rumored t'ose in 'idin' be the best o' the best. Some kind o' elite if ye will. But ye know 'ow rumors can be blown out o' the water a tad too much."

His tone was low, almost muttered. "Where'd ya get your information, JD?" He peered at her over the lip of the earthenware mug intently.

He heard the sound of the door open and close, more than once, but did not take his eyes from the pirate. "Aye." Wanting the answer to Keifer's question as well. And once he had that, he had another question for her.

Attention turned upon Keifer then. "Frem t'ose I travel wit', nae tae mention w'at I learn w'en there. It's a good place tae dock 'n trade me wares t'at are, how s'all we say, unloadable elsewhere." Slow smirk to form.

It would be hard for anyone to tell Leoric from his identical twin...Gaidan as slate blue eyes shifted to the door and the one noted there from across the distance. A dip of his head but his concentration was on the conversation at hand.

"What do you receive in return for taking us to Kildare?"

"Tell them what you know of the McLarkin name there and another question, have you met the Warlord or at least got into his Keep?"

Small roll of her shoulders in response to Gaidan's question. "Pay fer me crew, repairs needed fer me ship 'n revenge." In answer to Gaidan's question before her focus was upon Leo. "I know it tae be a name o' noble line, 'n t'at t'ey be a family infamous fer t'eir skills o' battle. As fer meetin' the Warlord.." Slow shake of her head. "Nae, he's a coward iffen ye ask me, always 'olded up in t'at t'ere keep. But he has somet'in workin' fer him, somet'in bad.

Gold was not a problem and he was glad to hear that was all she expected.

Her answer of revenge had him leaning forward slightly to study. Interesting answer.

Me crew 'ad a run in wit' some o' his men. W'at I seen the next day turned me blood cold I tell ye. It was as if t'ey 'ad been burnt alive, but nae fire tae be seen. A few o' me men t'at managed tae escape came down wit' some form o' plague, nearly wiped me clean o' able bodied seamen, took me mont's tae recover."

He glanced to Gaidan as he recalled the Wizard Thalan's warning. Gaidan was probably thinking the same thing. He could see Thalan as if he stood there in his mind's eye:

——Ancient eyes of blues rested once more on his charges. "I see both of you are ready. What is before you will be a testing on a few levels. Testing of this bond you once more share, not only as brothers but as twins. One day, if you past your tests, one of you will sit as king on Kildare's throne. It is a ways off and many the test to pass. I cannot give you the answers for then you will not have learned but I can tell you one thing. What was seen through the eyes of the young will be seen differently through the eyes of the man."——

He remained expressionless in the face of this news but it put him in mind of Thalan's words. His gaze shifted to meet his twin's.

That had his brow lifting. He was riveted on JD's tale but had noted the arrival of the ladies. The whole matter had him ill at ease but there'd be nothing that could sway him from aiding the brothers.

Arms lifted to cross over ample mounds as oceanic depths drifted from one to the other awaiting more questions.

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"You got a case." An upnod to Alex as he would see to it before she left. "My cousin Sean stills the brew." Well, that made three. "Just don't give it to your crew until after we port."

"Ye be right kind Mister Leoric." A snicker to sound. "S'are wit' me crew" Nae, t'is will be fer me alone."

"Locust?" Said low to Keifer. He hadn't heard that one before.

When offered a refill he motioned to Alex that one would be sufficient for the evening. Turning back to JD he offered his hand. "If ya don't mind I'll reserve my thanks for yer help till the deed's done. Name's Keifer, though. Ye'll be needin t'know that I suppose." A glance was given to Gerrard and a wry smile offered. The fellow was in for a long voyage. The Hangman and his locust was the reputation he heard from the runner he sent that almost didn't make it back. Why they had not sent any more. Leo was going to go himself next but ran into JD in the interim and learned as much as he knew they would until inside.

Turning then to face Keifer, a smirk upon her lips as her hand moved to accept his. The surface of her palm was heavily calloused and her grip firm for such a small stature woman. "Aye, pleased tae meetcha Mister Keifer. I expect nae t'anks fer me efforts, i'm gettin' well paid." In more than gold, revenge that would be bitter sweet was the true treasure to be had here.

She received a firm grip in return. Oddly enough he was happy to know she had good working hands. Made all the difference. "I've matters to attend to, business to settle." Her hand released he turned to Leo. "Track me down in a day or so, Leoric."

All the more reason for Gaidan's frown to deepen. They were risking everything in this bid to win back the Kingdom rightfully theirs. They had much more than their own necks to worry about.

That smile had him worried. He chuckled and shook his head. "Gerrard." Offered to JD.

Hand withdrew and the bottle tilted up as a long pull was taken. She had yet to inform her men in full of the trip to be embarked upon. Information like that was kept until out to sea, that way none could leak the information in a drunken stupor as to her destination. Her hand would be thrust out to Gerrard next. "Nice tae meetcha Mister Gerrard."

"I will do that Keifer." He was over as his own hand gripped his friend's and the other to latch across over his forearm, clan style. It meant a lot and if they got through this in one piece, there was a reward planned.

He took hold of her hand, firm shake. "Pleasure, Captain."

Firm grip returned to Leo. "Glad t'be aboard, m'friend."

Slight lean forward. "It could be." Waggle of brows and a grin. A female rogue she was in full and played it so well.

"Safe journey home, Keifer." Glancing at the departing Douglas man.

"That remains to be seen." He laughed easily, hand lifting in farewall to Keifer.

—To be continued—

Since she had been approached by one Leoric McLarkin, the ghosts of the past had become more prevelant. It in turn caused her to unpack her fathers old logs. Searching through them and finding all references on the land of Kildare.

Of course, she had been there herself many times in trade, but that wasn't what she was searching for in her fathers references what so ever. Her father was one who logged everything experienced and/or seen. She lacked in that part of her position, jotting down nothing more than nautical bearings and inventory of items gained during a raid.

For hours she spent reading her fathers interactions, transactions and liberations. She even had to chuckle when she came upon the poetic side of him some free spreading wench would bring about.

Putting all aside and in need of a drink, her task of reading was set aside and to the tavern she made her way. It was during this time she noticed Leoric, though it was in passing as he exited and she entered the popular watering hole. A few bottles of rum and whiskey later, she noted Leorics return and another discussion would ensue.

This time she was able to offer him more information due to her fathers logs. Information that showed her father knew the King prior to and after his bout with madness. She too learned something, that the infliction that caused her fathers death as well as over half the crew, was perhaps due to something darker than she had imagined. Their talk in turn brought back the memories vividly of the day that soon after altered her life.

It would be upon her return to her ship, resting upon that bunk, that she'd fall into a fitful sleep. No rest would come, as vividly, the event that altered her life would come alive, again............

...To be continued...

Buisiness as usual the day had gone. Her father was making some wonderful deals for a good amount of coin, while she stayed at his side, looking so innocent and flirtatious.

There were a few men who were unable to rise from their seating at their tables, due to the effect she would in turn cause. She found this all amusing and the game she played would be just how many she'd make the task of walking an uneasy state.

It was late in the day, her father had asked her to return to the ship and ensure all was unloaded and ready for delivery, as well as to be present to collect the payment from those who appeared to claim their goods. He would then continue on, he had a special meeting to attend, one she felt he was not comfortable with her accompanying him for some strange reason.

Never did she question his actions, and to the ship she returned with a few men in escort. She did have an image to maintain, and it wouldn't look very good for her to be walking alone and then able to rip a man to shreds with that hidden rapier should things get ugly.

With her list in hand, she had the bounty distributed to certain areas of the dock, according to what was purchased by certain merchants and the terms of delivery preset. She then went aboard and down into the hold to check over that still within.

It was the better part of several hours that had passed since she parted with her fathers company. It was while she was below deck, that the ruckus began topside. The sound of running feet and shouting. She could hear her father barking out orders to prepare to set sail.

This confused her, they had yet to sell all their goods. A glance about the partially filled hold, the echoing of the shouting topside, resinated below. Grasping her skirts she would make her way up the ladders to the upper deck.

All were in a frenzy, hasty preperations being made to set sail. It was then she worked the fastenings of her gown free and it fell to the deck, leaving her in nothing more than her undercloathing. She jumped right in, although unsure as to why there were departing so quickly. Something had gone wrong, she would surely find out later.

It was then she heard the roar that came from the shore, something crashing in the water, quite close to the ship. Having heard that sound multitudes of times before, she knew they were being fired upon and glanced up. An army was making its way towards the docks, now everything was quite clear.

Before the armed men could reach the dock, the Black Swan was underway. It was as if Posiedon himself was on their side, as gusts of wind filled their sails full and began to carry them away from the shoreline. Activity continued until the shore was nothing more than a hinted image on the horizon with the coming of night. It was only then she sought out her father to find out what was going on.



-=To be continued=-

All is silent and motionless in the Captain's cabin, save the widening rings of ripples in the soapy water filling the wooden tub set to one side of the large desk. With a sudden burst, the water's surface is broken by the crown of a drenched head. Water streams over closed lids and regal cheeks, and moisture darkened inky black tresses cling to curving shoulders.

Dark blue eyes flecked with gold and green snap open as she continues to rise, sudsy water cascading over tanned muscles and curves. Cool air brushes her skin as she steps from the tub. A brief shiver raises goosebumps on her flesh...bumps quickly smoothed down by a linen towel. She dries her skin, then applies the towel to her hair, rubbing vigorously until her hair stands out about her head in a wild raven halo. She drops the towel to the floor, reaching for her clothing to ward off the cold, but pauses as she catches sight of herself in the full length mirror in the corner of her cabin. The mirror, securely bolted to the floor, as is the rest of the larger furniture in the cabin, is one of the few concessions to her vanity. She turns a bit, eyeing her reflection critically, tensing muscles here and there to make certain they are not growing weak. A glance at the wild hair frizzing about her head prompts her to lift her hand to smooth down the unruly, still moist tresses. She turns her head to the side, eyeing her reflection. Her hand drops then to her upper arm, muscles flexing beneath her fingers before she pauses to draw a fingertip along the thin, white line marring her skin midway between elbow and shoulder. About two inches in length, the scar served as a reminder never to let her guard down, especially when slaves and slavers were involved. That one she had gotten early in her career, when they had taken a slaving ship that had crossed their path.

Most of the slave ship's crew had been rounded up or killed in the fighting, and Captain and crew went about the business of collecting the slaves chained in the hold, and liberating the ship of its riches.

JD had headed straight for the Captain's cabin, in search of papers and charts that she hoped would lead her to other slavers. What she found instead was a finely, though scantily dressed girl, chained by her ankle to the large bed that dominated the cabin. She moved to free the girl, bending over the chain to detach it from her ankle. A movement caught out of the corner of her eye set her reflexes into motion, and it was only these that kept her from taking a dagger in the heart. Instead, the slave girl's blade had sliced her arm, leaving the scar that remained to this day.

When the girl had been subdued and the chain unfastened, two of her crew had dragged her onto the deck while JD pressed bed linens to her bleeding arm, following behind. Once on deck, the girl had broken free and run with a joyful shout to her bound Master. JD shakes her head in remembrance, as she did that day, watching as they lowered the slave, with her throat now cut, down with the Captain and crew in longboats and set them to drift at sea.

There had been some fine goods acquired from that venture, besides a lesson in slave behavior. A silver tea set, along with some fine red wine and several bolts of both brocades and velvets, as well as some other items long since traded had found their way onto JD's ship before the slaver's vessel was sent to the ocean floor. Then of course there were the almost invisible scars at her wrists, where those manacles had bit so cruelly into her skin. Her fingers drop to rub at them, tracing the slight ridges with the sensitive pads of her fingertips. They served to remind her of her mission...and to fuel her hatred, should she ever chance to feel it wane. With this rememberance, would come yet another, the very one that had caused her heart to turn to stone. Robbing her of what little compassion she once held. Those memories are forced back into the darker recesses of her mind. She turns from the mirror and resumes dressing, slipping on those oddly feminine underthings, white cotton adorned with tiny blue and yellow flowers, before she straps the triple blade sheath to her arm. As is her habit, she tests the spring action once the sheath is secured, flicking her wrist and sending the first of three small blades flying into her hand. Fingers close about the handle, then loosen and send the blade home with a motion almost as quick as the one that released it.

Satisfied, she'd finish dressing. Black linen shirt, sleeves billowing about definition of arms and offering further cover to weapons adornment. Satin cobalt blue vest snuggly fit to the curvature of her womanly attributes, something that would never be easily hid. Black breeches tightly clung to more of those womanly curves, tucked into the top of boots that ended just above her knees in height. Black material to format the skull cap adorned one tied about her head, topped off with that tricorn, the cobalt blue plume tucked into its band.

Another long survey of her image as it was reflected before her, a smirk to touch her lips, a wink offered to herself. Two fingers lifted to temple and a salute offered. "Damn, I look good!" A snicker to sound before she'd head topside. It was time to go ashore and for more games to begin.

-=To be continued=-

"A good man ye be, Mister McLarkin. 'n attribute tae ye family." She was getting more cases of the liquor, for that a compliment would be given, for what it was. The refilled glass was snagged nearly from Alex's hand when it set it beside her. "I be the envy o' the sea fer 'avin' 'ooch as good as t'is." Chuckles as another drink was taken, the glass soon after lowered. Now fully relaxed in her lean against the bar.

"You'll have other ships chasing you just for your booty of poteen." He studied her thoughtfully as a question was posed, one she could ignore if she wished for it might be considered prying. "Where did you originally hail from JD' A place originally called home before the sea called to you."

Now that was a question that had never been posed to her before. A shift in her lean as the glass was lifted almost immediately. "Good question, Mister McLarkin. The only one tae 'ave been able tae answer, now lies at the bottom o' the sea." Glass rose high. "May 'is soul rest in death." Quickly added after, almost as if a ward. Glass then drawn near and a drink taken.

"Mostly raised on a ship then?" Otherwise she would remember. Daughter of a sea captain was a challenge in the least to raise on a ship. Let alone superstitions on females onboard.

Glass lowered, another shift in her stance. "Since I've been 'able tae walk ye can say." Oceanic depths lifted to study the man openly. "W'y ye be askin' all t'ese 'ere questions 'bout me raisin' anyways?" Naturally suspicious, it's why she's survived so long, along with other dastardly qualities the woman possessed.

"Curiosity. Happens when a man is going to be trusting another he hardly knows to cover his back if needed. Sometimes it helps in getting to know that person a bit more. Nothing to be passed on, just for my own knowledge."

For a long moment she looked at him, a close scrutiny. A snort then sounded and her glass was on the uplift. "I 'ave ye back, dun worry 'bout t'at, ye be payin' me tae do so." There was a code that was lived by, and she'd keep good on the deal agreed upon, nothing more, nothing less. It was then the glass was tilted and a long drink taken. Pleasantly' She may soon rethink that after seeing the pirate underway into her cups. Her gaze would turn from Leo to the woman entering and then just as quickly dismissed with the raise of her glass, it would soon after slam onto the bar. " 'nuther, 'n be quick 'bout it tae." Grumbled to Alex.

He could tease her back in kind. "You have my back but you'll be checking out my arse so I can worry...." about to say more, words were cut off in a slight chuckle as he noted the other now within the tavern. "Evening."

Good thing she wasn't drinking when Leo made that comment, it cause her dark blue eyes to turn back upon him as she burst out in laughter. Now to add to that teasing that he began, a lean would be taken so she could check out that very thing. "I'll nae complain, at least it be wort' lookin' at." Snickers as she righted herself and brandished a wink in his direction.

"Its got a twin, whatever will you do for such a lengthy trip we will be taking?" Leaning in enough so his own words would only be heard by her. She was helping to bring out the lighter side of Leo, something that needed to happen.

Arc of a brow and what a smirk she now wore. "Double me pleasure, o' course."

"Coupled with two others for variety, you should be looking forward to this trip..." Of course he had leaned just enough to slant a view of hers before straightening back. Reminded him of the other night he crossed paths with her in the other tavern. Except at one point a lot more of her was showing.

At that she would snicker and snag up the glass which was setting at her side. Devil may care grin upon her lips. "Nuttin' wrong wit' a change o' scenery now 'n 'gain. O' course me men may 'ave a bit o' a prob' wit' me 'ttentions bein' on others 'sides 'em, aye?" Glint in those dark blues, a hint of just how stormy they could actually become. A glance at the quick departure of the woman and then a snicker before looking back to Leo. "Was it somet'in I said?" Each arm lifted in turn to sniff, she had taken a bath, so she didn't stink at least. Then a chuckle before a drink would be taken. Overindulgence to be enjoyed, for once the sails were set she would be more sober than a judge. Just as somber, if not more. Her ways upon shore and those upon the water differed like night and day.

—Continued—

"A title doesn't make the man or woman. Things are different in these lands and each judged, if so, one would judge for themselves the quality of that person. One of the main things is if that person is honest about themselves. I've seen many the noble lass, or claiming so, that was really a slut in fine clothing, a liar. Not all of course but enough of them. I would rather associate with someone who is honest. You are honest about who you are and I find the exchange of wit most encouraging of a side of me long suppressed."

At that she would chuckle. "Mate, ye s'ow me a noble wench, I'll point ye out a bitc' in 'eat." Snickers. "Most be 'shamed o' w'at t'ey be. Me...?" Waves it off. "I be nae 'shamed, I am w'at I am. We all 'ave a purpose in life be me belevin'. T'ose t'at be rich 'n take from others, 'n t'ose t'at be takin' from the ric'. I be quite a selfish lass, so I be one o' t'em t'ere takers ye see. Nae to mention I make pretty good wit' stuff I find floatin' at sea, don't ye know." Chuckles then smirks.

"You are exactly correct, all do have a purpose in life and to be a real ruler is to serve those under you in their best interest. Those who do not live a lie. I see you do know what I am saying." A chuckle would follow. "Never know what treasures the sea will wash up or even have...floating."

"Aye, ye nev'a be knowin' is right." Chuckles yet again. "In a way I guess ye can call me a ruler. I 'ave me own island I run, me crew be me peasants so to speak." Another chuckle and a brow to rise slightly. "Ye know, ye ought tae consider a life at sea, ye'd fit rig't in wit' us scally wags way o' t'inkin'." Winks.

"You are a ruler in your own right in the world upon the sea. I guess I'll be getting a taste of if I fit in or not. For all I know I could end up hanging over the rail the whole trip there." Something he doubted very strongly but it showed the willing of the humility side of himself. "You'll be holding onto my belt so I don't fall in."

"Givin' me permission tae 'old ye by the seat o' ye pants, be ye?" Lips twitch into that formation of a smirk, a glance down and then ever so slowly her gaze would rise. She was checking him out and being open about it. Not a shy bone in her body, that was for sure.

He was made well so probably not too bad to check out. He pressed two fingers to his temple. "Aye capt'in, I be giv'in ye per'missn tae be holdin' onte me belt should the cause be presentin' itself." Then adding as his salute ended. "And may god bless that the buckle is strong."

"Nae wrong wit' the buckle releasin' tae give a better view." Toothy grin before her glass was on the uprise, a drink taken deeply.

"You would see the moon arising before it sunk into the depths of the ocean..."

She nearly spewed her drink as her glass quickly lowered. Back of her hand to press against her lips to ensure it was retained. A moment taken so she could finally swallow, then laughter sounded, amusement glimmered brightly in those oceanic depths, like sunlight reflected off the smooth glass surface of calm seas. "W'at a vision tae be'old befer 'avin' tae catch a big 'un out o' the waters."

—Continued—

To that she would chuckle. "Aye, I'm good at floatin' t'ings 'bout 'n causin' 'ttention tae follow the floaters 'n nae see the truth." It was something she did quite well in helping her father. Such the charming lady she could portray, schooled well. If she put her mind to it, even that heavy brogue of the sea could be eradicated. What an actress she could be when it served her purpose.

"I would bet you can be most anything you need to be to see to that which you believe in." There was a glance given the door even though none had come through. Dark eyes settled there a moment before kicking back his drink.

To that she would grin and as those oceanic depths drifted back upon him. "I believe we all do in one manner o' another Mister McLarkin." A wink offered and her own drink would be lifted as a long pull was taken.

There might be a lot she would learn of, not just Leo but his twin too in this quest they were heading into. Especially if at some point she saw the scar on his shoulder that came from Gaidan when they near killed each other. That and the madness of their father burning himself to death and trying to take their mother with him. That dishonor was what they needed to find out, in his heart Leo felt there was a reason that caused his father to go mad and the last place he had been and gone for awhile, was Kildare before coming back to commit suicide. Thoughts were dark for there was another shadow that would linger in the recesses of his and his brother's consciousness, waiting.

When her glass lowered she would turn to fully face him once more. " 'ave ye gotten the logs 'n journals I sent ye?" Remembering their conversation of that night and ensuring her fathers belongings were still safe.

"They are what I will be doing tonight." Obviously the man would find little sleep so he would occupy his time constructively. "I would like to know in your words of what you read, what you thought of them. Sometimes another's eyes see better some things being this deals a lot through your father's writing."

Leaning on one forearm, the thumb of opposite sides would hook into the waist band of her breeches. For a moment she looked down, almost as if hesitant to speak her mind. A deep intake of breath, almost a frustrated sigh to sound after. "I read w'at me Da said he saw, 'n I would 'ave said he was deep intae his cups w'en he was writtin'. But t'eres somet'in I witnessed t'at makes me believe his words..." Slowly her gaze rose, he could at this moment note the rage that was hidden deep within. "I seen fer meself a part o' w'at he described, nae tae mention rantin's I t'ought tae be caused by the fever o' a plague." Just how did she go about saying this without sounding mad herself" A long pause before she would speak yet again. "I know not iffen it be trickery, 'r some form o' bad magic at work. But mention o' demons 'n powers t'at can't be explained be spoken o'. Nae only in me Da's writtin's, but by those t'at died because somet'in went wrong. Me Da looked as iffen he lost his mind just before the skin eattin' disease ran rampant on him 'n our men." It was the only way to put it, she was now watching his face for a reaction. She wouldn't blame him if he thought her mad, at times she believed it herself.

Slate blue eyes remained steadfast as brows would draw towards the bridge of his nose for the words spoken. There was a slow dip of his head as he found what she had to say not mad at all but only confirmed. "It is such that only supports this madness was not some flaw of heredity that one day I or my brother might suffer the same. The whole situation surrounding the Keep in Kildare is not normal. The rumors on the warlord even. Some say it is him but I feel it is something else, far more menacing. I can't be sure for whatever it is be it even living, it is close to him, close to the seat of Kildare." He had reason to be concerned they held that madness for the very struggle between him and his brother was a form of that madness. Still, he had not put together the cause. It was there but he was not seeing it yet, even there it had been elusive. Remained elusive.

A quick shake of her head. "Ye Da did nae go insane by nature. He speaks o' ye Da several times. T'ere be also mention o' a dark lady tae. Seen near ye Da, it was 'ow me Da met her. I be t'inkin t'ey 'ad a fling per'aps, I could be wrong tae. I do remember the last day me Da was normal, there was somet'in nae right 'bout the army t'at were a chasin' him 'n our men. I felt somet'in was wrong w'en nae a single ship set off in c'ase." Those dark blue eyes seemed to become unfocused for a moment as she drifted back in time with her thoughts, visualizing that of which she spoke.

"That would not be the normal course of things which leaves it to unnatural reasons. It was after this escape your father and crew came down with the disease" Were you with them at the time" Did every one of his crew die of it?" Questions were needed to build that formulation that would eventually help him to find the answer...for them to find the answer.

—To be continued—

They were ready, Gaidan was seeing to all their equipment being loaded on JD's ship while he headed up to the tavern to meet with the others. It was snowing again and there were ice chunks in the choppy waters of the port. Still, it was the time to leave this evening in a few hours.

JD had her rum in hand, legs sprawl out in front and cross at the ankles. Other hand rose to rub over face, poteen hangovers were not one of the better things in life. Glass now lifted and a deep drink to be taken. Hair of the dog, so to speak, just not as potent as the poteen overly consumed the night before.

Keifer made his way from the offices. The delay in departure had him resending missives to ....business associates informing them of his time constraints. The envelopes were brought to Alex to be sent at various times. Appearing at the doorway he hesitated a moment to take in the sprawl of JD but no comment would be made save for a soft grunt. On he continued in his path to the bar and the kindly tender.

A grunt would capture her attention and a glance would be given to the one who caused the sound. She would just grin and then the glass lifted again, this time to drain the contents in full.

Leo headed in through the side door having taken the network of alleyways to the tavern. Snow was brushed off as the door closed behind him and excess from his boots stomped away to leave a puddle in his wake.

His gear had been sent to the ship earlier. Gerrard was now making his way to the tavern, dressed in plain garb, hair pulled back with rawhide. He followed Leoric into the tavern a few moments later, stomping to remove snow and mud from his boots.

Stomping" Oh no, not stomping! A grimace to contort her features and a glance in Leo's direction, then towards Gerrard. "Must ye be so loud?"

"Keifer, JD..." A glance to the door as Gerrard appeared too. "Good..." Slanting his attention back to JD. "Gaidan is on the ship already seeing to all the equipment while we meet here. At least I didn't have to yell tonight to gain your attention.." Hint of a grin as Alex set out poteen for all around.

She didn't like the idea of others having control over her ship and hearing Gaidan was seeing to the equipment did cause a frown to show for a moment. " 'ow long befer ye be wis'in tae set sail?" Damn, she had to sober up and quick.

A nod was given to each in turn, no greeting spoken. He watched Leo intently as he relayed the information.

Now Leo's comment got him a glower and then shortly after a smirk, turning to glance at Alex. "Coffee mate, strong 'n black."

"Soon as you sober up enough. In short, tonight, within an hour or two." Motioning to Alex to feed JD lots of coffee instead of poteen. Lass was cut off for now.

Gerrard just flashed a grin at JD then fell quiet. Time had gone much faster than he had expected, but he was ready. He would have one glass of the potent stuff before they set off.



— to be continued —

"Ah, no berth company.." He nodded but that grin threatened as he would ease some of the tension that threatened to mount. It would not bode well to get stressed out. The comment came from some of their conversation that JD would pick up on even if the others did not.

Of course Leo's comment would cause her to chuckle in between bites and peer over at him. She would finish off her meal and to be true to nature a deep resounding burp would sound. Hand rubbing her tummy as the other lifted the coffee to drink more.

"The plan is that JD can get us not only into port without much notice as we will be dressed as the crew. From there into the commons and possibly the keep with wares to trade she has on her ship for this trip to be beneficial in other ways." JD's face was known and they would pass without suspicion as they would if they just showed up out of nowhere.

Cup lowered. "Aye, we 'ave steady trade t'ere. T'ings we can nae unload in other ports." A glance over at the men. "T'ey seem tae like t'ings like slaves, young'uns preferably male, but t'ey be takin' wenches t'at look strong." It could be added info, and then again not, it would all depend.

"You mean t'say we'll be slave trading in the midst of all this?" maybe he'd heard wrong, but it was doubtful. A mouthful of stew was taken, followed by a gulp of coffee to wash down the mess.

Slaves had him looking over at Leoric and Keifer then back to JD. He had seen such on his travels but still disliked the whole business.

Oceanic depths turned upon Keifer. "I 'ave tae keep up me rep, Mister Douglas. Iffen ye want in, ye do it my way, or else ye'll nev'a get past the shore." Features became serious when she spoke. She wasn't ashamed of what she did for a living, someone had to do it.

He'd beg to differ, unfortunately they were, as it seemed, in a bind as well as a contract. His dark blues were leveled on her for but a moment before his attention returned to the stew. No comment made, verbally or nonverbally.

Slowly that smirk would form, a glance spared towards the other two before her cup of coffee was lifted and finished off.

The smirk would not wound, wouldn't even be noted. He had his belly to fill. This was business, pure and simple. The abrasive woman before him was of little consequence.

It seemed the voyage was going to be interesting too. He turned attention back to the stew, smiling slightly.

A glance towards the bottles of liquor and an inward groan at knowing they were to be out of reach for quite some time. Pushing her cup towards Alex and a grumble. "More o' ye gut rot mate."

He wiped his mouth and pushed the plate aside and rose. A nod was given to those gathered. "I'll see you all on the ship." Enough said he was headed to the hall to gather up his pack and coat before heading down to the port.



— to be continued —

Keary's soul was as ugly in contrast as she was physically beautiful. Dark eyes of forest green offset the long raven hair that flowed down over her shoulders to rest near to her waist. She was an intense woman but her choices made through her life were self gratifying ones. To ensure her gains she studied the black arts many years over time. From humble beginnings she wanted position and power. She wanted to be in the position to grant life or death over others. She craved power and all it entailed like the body craved breathing.

She was the daughter of one proclaimed a witch in Kildare and executed when she was around the tender age of ten. It was not known her mother had started her training at a very young age already. No one even knew who her father was for she was born out of wedlock. When they burned her mother they at least had compassion for the young girl and she was taken in by others until she left them when sixteen. She left Kildare for some time with some man that came along with promises.

No one heard of the young girl for many years later when she returned. She seemed the epitome of a Lady, a beautiful Lady, as the blackened soul was kept well hidden beneath the facade. Even her beauty was gained by black witchcraft. The king before she left had died in battle, the one that had her mother burned, and now his son Seamus ruled the lands. She would have her revenge but more, she would have the power she craved. The fact that he married didn't even deter her from her quest. She waited for one of his return visits to keep tabs on his own castle.

When her attempts to lure him by her beauty and seductive ways failed, she turned to the craft for the advantage it would give her. The spell was cast on a moonless night to take effect on King Seamus McLarkin. What she didn't expect, not understanding love, devotion and loyalty, it backfired in only driving him mad with the intense warring struggled it caused within the man. He stormed out of his castle to head home to his wife in Heathfield. Reports came back a week later on his suicidal death with the details. There was also the fact of his twin sons being mentioned who were young.

Keary decided to try another route as her drive had not diminished, just altered. She turned upon the First Knight, Liath Wolfe, to bend to her ways. Here too she was shunned for the caliber of the man would not be swayed. Once more she turned to her black craft to set a similar spell upon the man. Here again she failed as the results were not what she aimed for. Only part worked, the man turned into the fierce barbaric warlord, a side to his persona that had been controlled and well disciplined before the spell. He took over the throne of Kildare and heavy was the hand in which he ruled.

Unfortunately for Keary he held no interest in the domestic, marriage. She came close to seducing him as it became a cat and mouse game over the many years to follow with her trying to still win him over. Little known to Liath, if he had married her he would find himself dead within the year even if an unexplainable one. Maybe it was that self preservation a true warrior held buried deep within his persona that kept him from Keary's desire. That inborn instinct that usually defied all logic. She was a strong and beautiful woman, it would have been a logical course for Liath to make her his queen.

In frustration as she paced her room the one night, Keary remembered on the real heirs of Kildare, the twin sons of Seamus. An idea took hold as she set out to Heathfield. It would be harder for her out of her own element but it was worth the try. She needed only one of them to gain her goals. In fact, she realized in thinking out her plan more, only one of them should remain living so the other could not claim the throne when she rid herself of the one she married. What better way than to pit the brothers in turning them against each other? The stronger one would survive, this would be the one she would come back to Kildare with and unseat the Warlord King.

She found her craft to barely work within these lands for that quality of others of equal or even more powers. Druids. How she despised them. If she used her own she knew she would be discovered. The lads were at that age between boy and man, fifteen, and she far older held the advantage to use seduction and womanly wiles on the two to gain her goal. She almost succeeded too but at the point the two would came to blows there was a veiled interference felt. One she could not penetrate so when they left she at first tried to follow but there two every move to find them was blocked. She returned to Kildare to continue working on Liath.

-=to be continued=-

There were shouts heard from the hallway outside his private chambers causing the guards to stand just a bit more erect. Within, the blazing eyes of Liath were riveted in the soldier who looked ready to relieve himself for fear. Liath circled the man, hands folded behind his back, anger seething yet contained. There was sweat to bead on his brow when ultimately he positioned himself directly before the soldier. Swiftly, a hand darted from behind his back to make sharp contact with the man's jaw. The fact that it neither upended him nor caused a cry to escape probably saved the younger man's life. "Out with you, return to your post. If it happens again it'll be Your entrails they find in the courtyard!" The soldier was quick to comply. When he was once more alone, Liath moved to stand before the open window, cold winter's rain pelting the stone sill incessantly.

Keary was on the prowl and her prey would be Liath once more. She was still chipping away at the man to bend him to her ways. Eventually he would break but she found him a challenge, even if frustrating at times. She might even have a glint of admiration for the ruthless barbaric man but not enough not to see him dead in a second once she got the status she craved. She entered the Keep as those guarding recognized the hooded figure. Scared they were to meddle or try and stop her. Such had initially been tried and strange things happened to the ones ending in their deaths. Gradually the suspicion of witchcraft was spread. Nothing could be done or even spoken for the Warlord accepted her and dare they even suggest otherwise. She flowed through the corridors with a wry smile upon her features hidden beneath her hood. It was amazing how fast corridors were vacated as she made her way through to Liath's private chambers. She didn't have to say a word as she stopped in front of his guarded door. The two men there moved away to allow her to pass through in the wake of the man leaving. One glance spared the man as she lowered her hood, raven hair spilled free to fall over her shoulders. Fingers working at the stays of her cloak as the door was closed by the Guard. "I see your still having your sport, Liath. Perhaps you have some left over we can share." Always suggestive remarks to make the man start thinking along those lines.

He did not need to turn from the window to know who had interrupted his moment of peace. The grip of fingers against one another behind his back tightened a fraction at her suggestion. Broad shoulders led as he turned to meet her gaze levelly. "Keary, how ....nice of you to visit." The words were fairly growled, any barbs bit back. "What is it that brings you here?" The tunic that covered his upper torso seemed to hang a bit looser, the man's flesh a shade paler since her last visit. His hair remained it's raven hue but the dull quality of his eyes was evident. Leather pants groaned as he advanced, not towards her but to the desk he had there.

Her smile was seductive as always as she approached. Long tapered fingernails, like a cats, drew down over the tunic over his chest. The imprints left in lines but not in a way they tore, for they could if enough pressure had been applied. "You, of course." As it was always when she came to him. "You have not had one to warm your bed in a very long time. It must be cold when it need not be." Her own dark eyes having met and held his as she willed him to her into her seduction. Would he be able to hold it and fall or as usual break the contact and dispel the spell there" "You need more care my lord." Words separate as if he belonged to her. Always the suggestion.

Eyes leveled upon her, almost daring before he turned away. "My care is not your concern, Keary. I assure you I am in no need of such." He retreated a pace, then reestablished his position on the far side of the desk. Only then did he return his attention to her. No, it would be a fool who thought he was unaffected by her seductive words, but the man was well trained.

Laughter sounded to taunt as he moved away. "Is that why you bully your men to make up for your fear of a mere woman?" Challenging were the words in kind. As he would retreat she would once more move closer to invade his personal space so her blackened aura would mingle with his shadowed one. Shadows of her own making as tendrils curled like vines about his form drawing him to her on another level. He was strong of constitution to have withstood her for so long but in time he would weaken. "You wish strength, together we are stronger." Another suggestion to plant into his thoughts, things nightmares were made of. "You have not been sleeping again my lord?" Dark eyes drew over him as one consuming his physical form in a way promises of ecstasy were there to entice.

He had no choice but to drink in the honeyed scent as she drew near again. Backbone became rigid both literally and figuratively. His words returned in almost a growl. "Keary....have you.....Other business?"

"None other at the moment. I am all yours right now." Smile slithered into place as she continued to consume him with her eyes. The draw was strong but it would not be good to break him, still, he intrigued her in this cat and mouse game they played. "I so love it when you growl. Such visions on how beastly you'd be in bed." She eased in a lean against the side of the high wing back chair he liked sitting in at his desk.

He watched her move with that ethereal grace she had, hesitant to take his eyes from her. He wasn't, however, anxious to fall into this game she loved so. Shoulders leveled and he settled into the desk chair. Eyes remained fixed upon her, almost a silent challenge as he had no intentions of continuing this banter she was so fond of.

With the curl of her uplifted fingers she examined her nails as if they were the most important thing at the moment while she continued. In his silence she knew when to withdraw so she would come back again and again until he succumbed to her. Lips formed into the most luscious pout as her hand settled to curve over his shoulder. A most exaggerated sensual sigh would have the warmth of her breath to drift down along his neck. "I shall leave you to your work my Liath. It is time for me to entertain some of your men." Sly smile forming as her hand lifted away. Of course it would make him jealous for she knew the threats he made to his men not to go near her as if she was his. That helped to instill the thought for he knew very well if she wanted any of them she could lure them in spite of his threats. Some had already fallen under the blade just for suspicion they had laid with her.

He bit back another growl. He did rise when she did, such courtly manners ingrained in him. He too escorted her to the door, guiding her out and gesturing to the men to let her pass ....quickly. "Keary." The sharp tell of her name given by way of farewell.

Her coat swirled around her as she turned once in the hall with her name upon his lips. Dark eyes, ever drawing him to her, lifted as she waited. Would she gain an edge" There was a time to speak and when not to and this was the time to let him. Lips pursed as she stood very still waiting.

He inclined his head, eyes never leaving her then closed the door in her wake. He had only intended it as a farewell and her hesitation only made the parting all that more sweet.

"Soon." Whispered as the door closed and her sly smile to return. Leaving him wondering if it was her next visit or when he would succumb.

Shortly after she cleared the halls the guards would hear the loud clatter of some heavy object being driven against the stone wall, then silence.



—to be continued —

Once the anchor was pulled free, the sails would flutter as they were released to capture the tidal breeze. From her placement at the rail she would move from, to the helm as she took the wheel herself. "Ahoy me maties, we be settin' out ta fame 'n glory as only the Black Swan can ensure." Another cheer would rise from the men, securing the sails and the booms. Those who finished one task would dash off onto another. Oceanic depths would first glance out over the horizon, long raven hair captured in the wind to flit about her, along with the tail of her cloak. It was only then an actual smile would touch upon her lips. One of contentment, that of one heading for the very place she called home; the open sea.

He watched everything and noted how the sailors - pirates in this case - interacted with each other. Most ribbed each other well but there were some that didn't like each other. A certain few could even be trouble as he started to keep an eye on them. He was back down as the sails were set and waited for anything else that needed to be done. He could smell the beginnings of cooking too that mingled with the salty tint to the air. He breathed in deep to center himself.

Once they were underway, he felt a little of the burden lift from his shoulders and settled into the routine of things much as he could. Like his brother, he kept a close eye on the crew. It was good to be aware and alert to those around you, at all times.

Being alert was a necessity with the unknown. He talked to a few, started on another task. All the while he watched the horizon. The end of the voyage would be where the true test of the twins would be. He was there to back them up, but if there'd be trouble here, they could count on him to be at their side.

She would share a glance with several of her men. These were the most burliest of the crew. Oceanic depths would meet with their varied gazes, an arch of her brow would in turn bring a nod. Each in turn would hurry away to disappear below deck for quite some time. Her first mate would then quickly appear and hand her a long tube. He would then take over the helm as she made her way to a makeshift table. The leather tie which held all in place removed, the several layers of what looked to be thin leather unrolled and set upon it. Lead weights placed at the four corners before she would lean over them in contemplation.

He had watched the tube being delivered and assumed it was a map being spread out. He continued with the manual labor until all was done, for now. He cleaned his hands off in one of the barrels of water and splashed some on his face. Nice and chilly it would keep one alert as the cold air hit next. He sought out his brother as he would be finishing up too. A glance out over the horizon was already becoming streaked along the edges of the clouds as the sun lowered. "A day or so and we shall set foot on the lands of our father." Words low held that rough emotional edge to them. "A week, a month or even a year we shall know the truth of what happened."

"Aye," he nodded, dusting his hands off on his pants. It was only a single word, a simple acknowledgment but much more. In that one word, Leo could see and hear that Gaidan's passion to learn the truth was no less than his own.

Gerrard leaned near the twins but didn't intrude. He was in conversation with another of the crew, his laugh easy. He watched the sun set, watched the other men., and kept his thoughts to himself, for now.

That which she studied would be looked up from as a man approached and bent his head to whisper something to her. A nod would ensue before that scroll before her was rerolled. Stepping to her first mate a few words exchanged before she'd turn to make her way down the short flight of stairs to the main deck. Turning then to make her way into the door where the previous men had entered. As the doors were opened, a glance back to the four before she'd enter that which lead to the lower levels. Upon their opening, easily would be heard the sounds of a whip lashing out. Then the doors closed behind her as she entered the bowels of her ship.

Only a brow rose as he heard a whiplash from below. Acute hearing that didn't miss what most other's would. He gave a glance Gaidan's way but far be it for him to interfere in what might be a normal procedure of some kind no matter how curious it made him. A clasp of a hand fell upon Gerrard's shoulder, silent reminder of a thank you without interrupting his conversation. He was starting to feel that extra energy and so started off towards the mess hall to get some food as he noted others heading there in turn. It smelled good but right now he could eat slop he was that hungry. Fresh air, hard work all helped in spite of the heavy weight he and his brother carried, at least now, together as one.

Gaidan stared at the closed door from which the sound of the whip had come but tore his gaze away to follow after his brother. A nod to Gerrard in passing. The lad seemed to be doing well for himself so far, but Gaidan had never doubted he would. Hunger wasn't at the forefront of his mind but he would eat just the same.



— to be continued -

The steady beat of the horses' hooves proceeded the entrance of Gaidan onto the grounds. Pulling the beast to a halt with a firm grip on the reins, he eyed his home. Home. Nearly a year with little more than cryptic correspondence had left Gaidan feeling like the prodigal once more. Dismounting, booted feet smacked the stone courtyard causing a splash from the puddles forming in the storm's fury. The long black cloak snapped around his tall lean frame in the wind. A jerk of his head to remove the wet strands of hair that stuck to his forehead, a gloved hand lifting to slick it temporarily back. Road weary and hungry, he started for the entrance where he was met with the request from his twin. He gave a nod of acknowledgment, removed his cloak and placed it to drip as it would. Measured, purposeful strides brought him to the open door. Stepping in he said nothing at first, taking the time to study his twin in his element. Stoking a fire, contemplative..that was Leoric. Then a smile begin to form on the normally stoic features. "Good evening, brother....there is nothing more inviting after a long ride, then a fire and family." He headed his way now.

The stoker was set aside as Gaidan reached the door. The fire was not really his concentration as the flames leaped to life on another level hit for the emotions stirred in the Druid. One that had an overflowing effect. He was quick to meet his brother half way and crush him into an embrace, not just shoulder clasping. He had not liked their separation after one far too long that had them nearly killing each other over a woman. After the reconciliation they both could see the deranged view they had taken chalking it up to hormones for their age. He stepped back keeping Gaidan at arms' length as hands moved to his shoulders. Slate blue eyes taking in his mirrored image while a grin surfaced. "I swear, brother, you get uglier every day." The grasp released as he headed for the small bar and poured them each some of the potcheen their cousin makes. He was around with both glasses in hand, one to offer while he indicated the chairs in front of the hearth. "Food will be up in about a half hour. I'm sure you have a lot to tell me." Moving to take up one of the seats, the anxiety that had mounted over the months would soon be appeased.

The embrace was received and returned with the same affection. The initial moment of angst and awkwardness had passed the moment he felt his brother's touch. Then laughter erupted at the comment. "Ah, you were always the handsome one, Leoric. I bear the burden of the ugliness." Grinning he took the potcheen offered and soon lowered into one of the chairs gratefully. A soft grunt of satisfaction now, the fire beginning to dry the damp from his clothes, he ran his fingers through the damp hair allowing it to fall where it will. "I do have much to discuss, however I wanted to inquire on our mother. How is she?" his first swig of the drink was met with a wince as it burned it's way down.

"So that is how I would look in a beard." A hand passing over the smooth texture of his jaw before falling away with a good chuckle to follow. As much as he teased his brother, he certainly look fine even with a beard. There were only a few that could tell them apart and they were the ones closest to them. Family and friends, although there were times they even mistook them. "We do bear a burden of ugliness. This whole business of Kildare and finding out what happened to our father so we can clear our name. Suicide and attempted murder are as ugly as it gets." The last had his voice going rough with the emotions they started to invoke. One it was best past over but it was a monkey riding their backs far too long. "Our mother is well, Karl had gone to her rescue and a mighty fine trail she left them. They are back safe and hale." In this he could chuckle being she had come to no harm in the long run. "She had been hit by a falling tree limb and had lost her memory except to get to Luneberg where her answers would be found." There was more to the story but he'd leave that to their mother's telling. Finally he lifted the glass for a good healthy drink of the potcheen. On a thought he was up and over to get the bottle to bring back and set on the table between them. He was still showing those levels of heightened energies. In spite of them he settled in his chair again.

Though it was storming, Gerrard had felt he needed to come to the castle. He spoke to one of the guards and learned Gaidan had returned. He detoured to the kitchen, knowing the twins well, and found the tray that had been prepared. Carrying it up to Leoric's office, he kicked a few times at the door to be let in. When the door was opened, he'd be standing there, holding the tray with a towel over his arm.

Gaidan glanced up just after taking another drink from the potcheen, at the door kicking. A few strides had him there jerking it open, his face broke into a grin as he studied Gerrard, then pulled it open further. He did an elaborate bow with his hand at his waist. Then straightened and clapped Gerrard on the back. "Gerrard! They have you doing kitchen duty now?" Chuckling he closed the door and followed Gerrard, after all, he did have the food!

Leaving Gaidan to get the door being he was the one hungry and the one closest, Leo grinned wide when he saw who it was. "Set the tray here on the table, get a glass and join us. I do hope they are paying you well in the kitchen or I might have to go down there and speak with them." All the teasing set aside. "It's good to see you again Gerrard and just in time. Gaidan was about to inform us of some of the things learned." Which Gerrard had been privy to all steps taken. -=To be continued=-

Keary was at an unrest of late and not sure why. Spells were cast that infested the forests to drive fear into anyone she didn't have a marker given to of their troops. Small little medallion worn the men had no clue to what was really behind it. It was made part of being in the Kildare Force of Arms. One of their emblems. Each were told when given it, if it is not worn or you lose it would cost your life. Those that scuffed at such and were in the forests were found torn apart by some savage animal. There were tales spreading about the Forests of Kildare and man-beasts that inhabited them. Horror stories. The weather was getting cooler but still the crushed velvet gown worn dipped immodestly for she was going to be paying Liath a visit again. Something that was at least a weekly routine. More spells were tried but after that incident of losing the former King to insanity, she didn't want to push them and drive Liath insane also. Well, anymore than he was already for the spell cast and held over him. Oh, he fought, that is what drove him mad at times. Little puppet. Except the strings were not as tight as she would wish. He had managed to take over Kildare like she wanted but had not succumbed to her. Hair was left loose to flow near to her waist as she left her chambers to seek out the Warlord of Kildare. She could never quite get him to take on the title of King and wasn't pushing it. Yet. Once he came to reason and married her, she'd have him proclaimed of course. Dark eyes held a sharp glint to them as she prepared herself for the encounter. She didn't bother tapping on the door but invited herself into his office where he spent most of his time. She wondered if he ever slept in his bedchambers or that if she could catch him there, he might not be able to resist her, the thought brought on the sneaky little smile.

Liath stood by the window, broad back and shoulders presented to the door. Still covered in the furs which had warmed him while inspecting the troops, he watched their continued practice from this lofty height of his second story office. His breath showed against the etched glass, steady and controlled, even though he had felt Keary's approach. As if it were his own steps that walked the corridors, he felt her come. The faint click of the latch lifting on the door was proof that he was not mistaken. "Shut the door behind you, Keary." His words were barely more than a rumble of sound, but the witch would understand him, he knew this. Just a moment more he surveyed the men before he pivoted slowly to face the woman.

An exaggerated sigh was made in lieu of stating how insufferably dull he could be even if it was in her favor to latch the door behind her. Motion was only a whisper of material in a swish as she invaded his personal space. The draw of a finger through the frosted exhale left upon the pane then slipping that fingertip between her lips. "mmm" Purred before slipping back out as her hand touched upon his shoulder and a peer around to the men below. "All work and no play...and so easily remedied, Liath.." Tsk'ing sound as she stepped back while he turned around. Such a sweet smile but so much more gleamed in those dark eyes.

His attention diverted to her actions. She was so close to him he could breathe in the scent of her hair, her skin ...."What makes you believe there is only work in my day, Keary?" A large, calloused hand lifted to stroke the back of it along her neck, the line of her face, where it turned and gripped her jaw, none too gently. "What makes you believe that I need more from anyone than the work I enjoy?" Just that brief contact filled his head with images, with fantasies, none of which he would have created on his own. He pulled his hold away even though he didn't move from that spot and the nearness of the witch.

She breathed him in which only made her want him more. One that she had power over yet could resist her said a lot. One of the very few. That excited her. Eyes of onyx told little other than one could wonder on the strange gleam set in their depths. A fire, but tainted in its promises. Images would come from her of bodies entangled on furs laid out in front of the hearth. Passion immerse the sweat of such. "There are different kinds of sweat that come not just in the clash of swords and taking down an enemy." All had their heights. Lashes lowered in a coy way as a tracing glance drew over the line of his lips. The strength of the man in the way they were set yet of a type that could have such passion. "Who is to say I don't find other pleasures than that which I work for. Would that make you jealous?" Knowing the answer, laughter slipped away as she moved around his desk, trailing a finger there and just that feel it could be used for something else far more enticing than the papers littered over it. "You need my advice in keeping this Kingdom together. The flames flared letting me know there is more danger coming.." Taking a glance up at the man then away towards the ceiling for a fraction, there was always danger but then there was real danger. "The port was indicated to put more enforcements there. I will take care of the forests." Which was the only other means to get on Kildare lands to where the Keep was. If they managed to get through them and find another way in besides the main gate. She knew there were little holes in the defenses as there would always be so hence the necromancy used. The port was the bigger area to come in through for the needed exchange of merchandise and profits.

Liath knew he need not respond to her comments on sweat and jealousy. His mind hummed with words he couldn't decipher. A steady drone of sound whenever Keary was near. A pulsing as enticing as it was painful, that fine line, that very fine line. His jaw tensed as he ground his teeth against the throbbing, and he nodded. "Then by your word, I'll fortify our borders by the sea. And you...the forest. Is there more?"

Headaches would happen when she was close, the draw was in direct conflict with honor, chivalry and being a man of caliber he once was. Liath probably hated himself but yet he was able to resist her. Such a challenge but she was starting to get to that edge she was tired of playing the game and wanted the reward, wanted to win and make her claim to the spoils. "Have you seen Derik around?" Man that managed to hold head of his armies no thanks to Keary in this but left to Liath to feel it was because he was the best. Derik was, ruthlessly so efficient. She knew Derik hated Liath because he wanted her and was always that ace up her sleeve to flash in reminder. Liath probably figured he could take Derik down if it came to a fight but bringing up his name was more a means to find out if any rumors had gotten back to him to give him any reason to go against the other. If Liath found out things Derik was doing. Things besides her of course but then Liath didn't want her. Yet. "This all could have been far more simple." Once more that exasperated exhale of breath as she went over the manicure of one hand, then the other to make sure there was not a chip or the woman who did them would be feeling the lash, strap or lashing by words, depending on her mood. Liath could have married her and set themselves up as King and Queen, not having need then of Derik to take care of the armies to keep secure their claim to Kildare without anyone sitting on the throne yet. "Derik Martin?" With the mention of the man, Liath looked back down to the training below them. "Is there a reason you ask?" One broad shoulder rolled beneath the weight of heavy pelt and the Warlord of Kildare separated himself from what transpired out of doors, centering now on the woman...and her words. "If you are in need of his ....services ....Keary, I'm sure you, of all women, could easily locate him." The small distance which separated witch from warlord was diminished as Liath closed his grip around Keary's upper arm. "Did we lead simple lives, Woman, we would need no more than simple minds. Do not be mistaken that I possess a simple mind, Madame DeVessey." His thumb stroked a rough caress against the fabric of her gown as he spoke, back and forth, back...and forth.

A pause was taken with a glance down to where he held her arm. A little sneaky smile showed curling the edges of her lips but she didn't try to loosen her arm from his hold as eyes lifted to meet his. "It is not I who will be in need of his services but you. He knows the port best. Everyone." There was a minuscule trace of doubt that flickered in dark eyes before squelched. She was being driven to warn yet she was unsure of why. That bothered her. Last time she had such a feeling was the intervention of that wizard long ago. She heard he disappeared. Poof. The two handsome lads he was so protective off, scattered. The lands there she could not penetrate to scry for that blasted older son. Now there would be one to have under her spell except she knew it impossible. His skills were far above hers and wise she recognized it. No, he was one she knew enough to fear even if she would never admit it to another living soul. She could have her fantasies though. "I'm still fending him off but he is getting more persuasive ....wherein ..." A lone finger pressed in against his chest near his heart. "....you are not."

Chin touched the fur of his attire as he looked down to the slender finger pressed at his chest. "What need have I for persuasion, Keary. Everything I would ever want...or need...is always available to me." Slowly his gaze lifted to the woman opposite him. "I will dispatch Martin to the port, if you feel he would better serve me there. And that will relieve you of his attentions for a while." Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. His grip released on her arm. His palm pulsed with a heat all its own, his fingertips tingled. To ward off that sensation, Liath rubbed the tips together as he lowered his hand to his side. "Now...unless you have more insight to share, as you can clearly see, I have a desk which demands my attention."

Her fragrance by choice was something flora but hard to tell if it was orchid, lotus or rose. Heavy but more heady than overly so on the former. The press of her finger turned into a splay of her hand over his chest. "You have much at your disposal you tend to turn a blind eye to and wont be there if you take too long in opening them." Once more the calculated pause with a roll of her eyes from him to his desk in point as she stepped away after his release. That little smile in evidence for she knew what the contact would leave. Maybe he could wonder, without her saying, just how much that could be ...all over his body. "It could have been a simple solution." Knowing he would know exactly what she meant as she rounded it again. "...but unlike most men, you prefer your papers to hover over. One day..." Leaving him to wonder what might finish that ...one day ...she headed out. She had such a nice backside that crushed velvet fitted over so well. Wearing no under garments would be apparent in the fit along with the enticing sway. Her means of farewell for now. Door would be left open so he would need to close it if he wanted and probably watch that rhythm of hips all the way down the hall, she would not look back. This he would already know for past partings.

Liath watched her leave, drawing in a deep breath to clear the monotonous drone as well as the imagery she left him with. His body rebelled against the strict, almost possessed, control of his mind. Even there, a battle clashed with the lingering scent of Keary's presence, the pounding rush of his blood through his veins. A slam of frustration followed her departure, this time a heavy fist to the wood of his desk. This...she would already expect..for past partings. -=To be continued=-

Gaidan didn't say anything as he followed Leoric to the table. He was far to busy studying the room. A hint of laughter appeared in his eyes as he pulled out a chair, turned it around, and straddled it, arms resting on the back of his chair. JD hadn't changed one bit it seemed ....a very good thing in his mind.

The seaman bid his time, nursed his second drink and watched the tender. When he moved down the bar to serve another patron he quickly pulled his little pinky towards him and yanked one of the coins out of the draw and caught it up swiftly into his palm. The tender, Jim, looked up and stared at the seaman with a distrusting look. This same seaman cocked his head towards the tender to give him a returning look, pointed a finger to himself and rolled his shoulders. When the tender looked away again, the seaman slid of his stool with drink in hand and stepped in right behind that pretty lass, Veronica. When she glanced over her shoulder at the man, he gave her a really big smile and made a dancing motion, bobbing a little to each side before slipping his arm about her waist to have a little fun. A quick sip taken and he was off, messing with the tavern's other wench.

Swooped up from her seat' Now mind you, in a state of inebriation as she was, that quick motion did make her a bit woozy. "Blow me down." Laughter to follow, and Leo was right, a bear hug of her own was returned. Though with the threat of that kiss, she'd lean back some and a brow would quirk. "Iffen ye be a kissin' me lad, I'll be a ownin' ye, remember that." That was a promise, since JD never made threats. A smirk to appear and a wink over to Gaidan. "Ye good lookin' twin ova thar, will be too. I dun mind pairs." Flash of white enamel to show here. One thing about this scally wag, she took damn good care of herself, compared to most who live the trade as she did.

"Don't tempt me JD." Was the low retort but it came with rolling chuckle too. "Well, I need you to be owing me or I'll be owing you." So a heated kiss sear her lips right well as he still held her. Probably shock her if that was possible. Not that a kiss would but one coming from Leo. With the summer over they looked more alike except for the beard Gaidan had. He released her from the hug as a hand lifted to rub along his chin. "Think I should grow a beard too?" Lowering away before all seriousness reflected in his eyes. "We found out more and it's time to sail if you're still interested in taking us. I need that owing me.."



Leoric had Gaidan whistling for the kiss, a full grin appearing. "Or should I shave mine off?" Not that he would. His expression changed with the topic. Slate blue eyes moved to rest on JD, waiting her answer. So much at stake that he was nearly holding his breath.

Veronica shot him a grin and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. He followed her around as she served tables and cleaned them off, doing a little step to and back around her. When they passed near the bar again he picked up the bottle and topped off his drink, quickly catching up behind the barmaid again. From his corner gaze he watched and turned his ear to listen to the on goings over at the sea wench's table. A little dance step here and a flirtatious wink there to keep Miss Veronica busy and bid his time.

Shocked" More surprised that he did than anything. Forgive the chuckle that emitted whilst that kiss was being shared. Though she'd give him a taste of his own medicine. He wanted to play' JD was a master at playing games. She'd wrap her arms around him and hold tightly, very tightly. She was a woman who knew how to apply her attributes to the art of teasing and taunting, now watch her ply her trade. Just the right press of her form against his, here and there. Hands knew just where to move and fingers to lightly caress. It wouldn't be tonsil hockey she'd play, but an action that would be sensual, as her tongue would take its entry without taunting or asking. This would be what he got in return before they'd release. A devil may care smirk rested upon her lips. "Iffen ye do, I'll nae be able t' tell ye from ye brother there. Iffen that be so, I might just snag him up, instead o' ye t' give a bit o' what ye just got now." Couldn't help but to snicker, and offer a sidelong glance towards Gaidan. Devilment gleamed brightly in ocean blues. Then it was down to business, just the mention of the venture was a sobering event. It always awoke those old feelings that were kept in the background of her mind. "It was own, Leo, nae owe." Chuckling at his mistake of her words. "Ay, ye kin me ties t' all of this. I 'ave me Da's life t' avenge, n' that o' our crew that were lost." Stepping back from Leo, to reclaim that seat. A motion to Jim and then to her bottle, two fingers held up to let him know that two glasses would be needed also. These would be given to Veronica, to deliver to their table. A moment to watch the sea farer, having quite a time with the hard working girl. Something about him nagged at the back of her mind, though she couldn't place it at the moment. Attention returned upon the twins. "I take it ye be ready t' give it another try." A question in the form of a statement.

One day he was going to get her back for that and show he really knew how to use every part of his anatomy against hers, they could have a war of limbs. The tip of his tongue ran the distance between his lips before the comment. "I think I would rather you know who kisses you again in full payback soon. Some things you don't share with even your twin." He'd get to practice his Roman hands and Russian fingers in their next competition. "Owe, own, is there a difference at times?" Wink added as he pulled out a chair, turning it as he was down and around to straddle it much like his brother. "Gaidan lived up there since the first failed attempt, turns out there was more information to be had. I think it is time now, soon as you can be ready to sail." Keeping his voice low as this was business between the three. "Name of Derik Martin ring a bell?" Turning a glance to Gaidan to take over from there.

It would be at her usual table, in which she sat, though this evening she was adorned in a gown of cobalt blue velvet. Sitting around her were a few of her men, laughter and curses ringing loudly. Cards were being tossed about, along with coins, and the liquor was flowing freely. Business on the seas as of late, had been quite slow. First the hurricane season, that kept them docked close to shore, followed by the cold spells that made sailing nearly impossible upon the waters that they usually preyed upon. Fat merchant ships, or those carrying passengers that carried along their great wealth, were not as abundant during this time of year. Instead, they kept to the port area, their ears keen for any information of easy catches, or fools who attempted fate. Tonight any thoughts on this was pushed aside, for a boisterous game of poker. The pile on the table's center, of various coins would show a few serious hands were being played. Out of the seven that sat at the table, only two were still in. One being herself, the second being her former first mate, and now captain of her flag ship in her absence. Her piercing blue eyes were pinning Mister Fabin fully, features as unreadable as those oceanic depths. The man had begun to sweat slightly, which caused her to sinisterly grin a bit. The other men were goading him to take the risk and ante up to their Captain's bid. He fidgeted with his cards a bit as he attempted to figure out if she was bluffing, or not.

Leo sent for Gaidan to meet him down at the docks as it was past due to meet up with JD. He was attired in a heavy quilted tunic of brown patchwork over black woolen pants which were topped off in a fine grain leather boot. Ones lacing up to just below his knees. Shirt of white had loose fitting sleeves and all covered by a two tier woolen cloak, one with a hood which was up being the snow had started to fall again. Warmer nights but still the swirl of white seemed to follow him as he made his way to the pier. He noted the lights on in JD's tavern as he shifted direction and paused just outside the door to see if his brother was on the way. He wasn't in sight yet so he went on in. Leo had a beard now too. Last JD knew only Gaidan did as he lowered the hood once inside, the door swinging back on its own to close.

Gaidan had received Leoric's message and wasn't far behind his brother in making his way to the docks. He was dressed for the weather in a tunic of deep gray over a lighter gray shirt. Pants were black wool and tucked into a pair of knee high riding boots. His heavy cloak was made for stealth, black and quite warm. No one would be able to tell that beneath the tunic he wore fine mail. He paused to look around for Leoric before he'd step inside the tavern.

"Well, Mister Fabin, d'ye ante up 'r fold?" Sugary sweet was her voice, not that of common sound. Yes, she was toying with the man, even if she considered him her closest and dearest friend. That smirk grew more, as she watched him fidget. Leaning back in her seat, the spread of cards now being used like an oriental fan over the swell of bosoms pushed up by clinging material. A move that would have most men's focus drawn to that particular area. Playing fair" Never, but then she never claimed to ever fight fairly at anything. "I'mma t'inkin' Capt'n, give me a sec." Mister Fabin complained, then licked his lips. As many times as he's witnessed the games she played, he still couldn't help but to occasionally fall for a few. "T'ink nae t'long, me matey." A slight forward lean, offering a better view of those attributes. "Me patience be nae w'at it once was." Saucy wink directed towards him, though her focus would be now moving over his shoulder, to settle upon the two who had entered. A bit of a rise of a brow, for she knew who they were, just not which, was which, yet. She couldn't help but to offer them a wicked grin, before attention was back upon the man sitting across from her. His hand lifted to comb fingers back through his hair, and with a grumble he tossed his cards down on the table, a sign that he was folding. A toothy grin to form this time. "Good choice, Mister Fabin." Folding her cards, she'd begin to collect the others, when Mister Fabin lifted his hand to halt her actions. "I wanna see ye cards, Capt'n." Even though his words were intended for her, his focus was elsewhere. Shaking her head as all the cards were collected. "T'en ye s'ould O' anted up, Mister Fabin. Another mystery t'add t'me many others." Which had the men roaring with laughter, Mister Fabin waved it off with a few curses and stood to stomp away. A sure sign that a large portion of those coins, had belonged to him. It would be to the others she'd now speak. "G'see t' the gamin' room, I've some business t'attend t'." Once glance at the men, soon they were departing her table, as she moved to scoop her winnings to add to the large pile already resting before her.

-=To be continued=-

Leo stepped around coming up behind JD as hands splayed over her hips. Fingers curled in a caress as he spooned her in against him, fitted well there too. Dip of his chin came with the intensity of slate blue eyes if she slanted her head back to greet them. Tip of a grin hinted as the roll of his words came smoothly in the Irish brogue. "I like you from this angle." Hands deftly moving just so. "..or I might get jealous of my brother draw being he's better looking.." The ongoing banter between them but he reversed it instead of saying he was better looking. Gaidan gave her a half smile, a hint of the devil in his own blues as he brought his hand up to stroke fingers across her cheek. "Now that sounds like an offer I can't refuse." His own voice was lowered but he looked up at Leoric and grinned. "Both views offer much, don't they?" Eventually they'd get down to business but right now — this was so much more enjoyable.

She couldn't help but to chuckle, what a sight the three displayed. She pinned between the look alike brothers, what woman wouldn't beam at that very moment. Though the reason she did, was because now she knew exactly who was who. "Of course you couldn't refuse, Gaidan, but then again, I did say, I could, not that I would." Playful wink, bit of a forward lean to teasingly brush her lips against his, before leaning back against Leo, head tipped to enable her to gaze up into his eyes. "I'd be hard pressed to say who was better looking than who. Both are fine specimens of manhood, I'm sure the wenches find it hard to keep their hands off either." Turning slightly, to enable her lips to seek and find his. He too would receive a teasing kiss, before a withdraw. "Though I'm sure your presence here this night, was not to see who could out charm the other with me."

Hands moved around as she moved before coming up that moment her lips met his to cup her cheeks. Light touch but the kiss would find his lips warm and a nip that held such promises one day for someone. "I don't think a lass has ever noticed me." Honesty in his voice but then Leo would not notice if a lass noticed him that way! For all his abilities in one area he lacked in the social game, the area it led to he was skilled but that didn't often get tested. Once the teasing was done he stepped back so they could proceed to business. "We have a lot of equipment ready and waiting to be loaded on your ship. We stalled for the holidays but I think it is time if you don't have any pressing matters..." Once he got to the matter...he got right to it as he saw to her chair then took up the one to her right.

It was nearly impossible not to return that light brush with one of his own. He stepped back with a chuckle after then looked at Leo, his expression one of slight surprise. "Come to think of it, I don't believe any have me either. In spite of me being the better looking one." He was worse than Leoric in that way. Once the discussion became serious, he sat to her left, arms resting on the table.

Settling upon her seat, Jim had already set three glasses full of potcheen before each and the bottle within reach between them, before moving back to tending to the bar. Ocean blues would drift between the brothers. Down to business, her tone took on that serious note, and lowered. What was discussed was only the business of they three, at the moment. "The Swan is quite ready and capable of sailing. I know my men are itching to return out to sea." A glance over those who dwelled within, all her crewmen, save for a slight few, then back to them she'd return her attention. "How soon are you speaking, before setting sail?"

-=To be continued=-

"We will attire like the crewmen as we had that ill timed trip we started." That part would work and have the men accepting them better. They could fight just as well, in fact Leo had even better ways that were going to come in handy and gain a respect of those very men whose lives got saved during these trials coming up. "Then, pretty lady, I shall see you at dawn." Unfortunately not waking with her in his arms but there was a twitch set to his lips that showed there was that thought. "The gear is already in a warehouse near the pier, wont take long at all that we can leave at dawn." A new day, the best to start out on in a good omen.

"We shall see you at dawn." Gaidan corrected with a hint of a laugh. "Three of us." She would, of course, know who the third was. "Is there anything else you need from us, JD?" He was looking forward to the beginning of this journey, and to its final, proper ending.

Leo would gain a bit of a smirk in return. "Nae, I can ensure all else is tended to. I've plenty of stock here to provide us with decent meals and plenty to drink." Attention would now shift to settle upon Gaiden. "Though I won't turn away any extra kegs of powder or balls for the cannons and flint locks. Can never be too prepared." There was the fighting side of the woman now surfacing.

Well, that would be her surprise, they could get hold of such by morning. One of those things being a prince had its advantages. What would be the surprise would be the crate with flintlocks packed right alongside crystals, kind one wore around their necks and he and Andrew had prepared those, tie was a piece of leather. Leo would explain them but it would be up to JD to get her men to wear them. Leo knew what they were sailing into and it was far more than the physical. He touched his glass to hers before lifting it to drain. Once done he was up from his seat for they should get some sleep, it was going to be a long day and a long few weeks, possibly a month. Hopefully not longer. "JD, a good night to you." Stepping away as he'd wait on his brother.

He gave JD a nod, finishing his drink when he saw Leoric do the same. Standing, he saluted her with two fingers to his temple. "Rest well, JD." A look was given to Leoric, one he would know. Gaidan was more than ready for this after a year spent seeing how the people were oppressed.

As they stood, so did she. "Coffee and breakfast in my cabin in the morning." A bit of a wicked twist to her smirk, as those ocean blues settled upon Leo. "Maybe even something sweet after." Teasingly stated. "Rest well, and I'll see you both come the dawn." She would follow them down the stairs to the main room, though not to the door, she had business to attend to here, before heading to her ship to ensure all was at the ready, she'd stay the night there tonight. "We do like our sweets.." Leaving it go there but it left a smile on his features as he headed down off the platform moving the distance then across the room without a glance back as they departed. Dawn would come early and he was already prepared. -tbc-

And so it begins .....when Derik Martin approaches Liath in the grand hall, as the warlord is on his way out to the training field. Which will further provoke his ire for being waylaid. The steady thrum of determined steps echoed in the wide corridor. The Wolfe strode toward the double doors which would lead him out into the weather. Even the foul chilled rain would not keep the warlord from seeing his men trained. Those who would have Kildare would not wait for the pansies of the field to wait out pleasant sun filled days. His men would train, sleet, snow, torrents of rain ....they would train. He jerked on the heavy wolf pelted longcoat as he continued on his way, and was donning the fur lined leather gloves ...

Liath Wolfe would not get too far from his sights, even as they narrowed to near slits. It gave him a crude sense of satisfaction to hold up the Wolfe from his precious field of blood and gore for a few moments longer. "Stay your course, Wolfe. If only a moment longer." At that, thin lips pulled into a keenly malicious smile. More than a moment so much the better. Let the brawn have their weather, and he would be the one to live through the plague brought on by too much exposure to the elements.

How Keary loved to see those stripped down bodies of masculine physique. Instead of sun drenched they were icy wet against heated flesh. A delicious shiver ran up her spine that even the heavy cloak worn could not hide. She was waiting there where she knew Wolf would show as he had a routine to waylay him by when she was in the mood. Another little thing she had not been able to break. She turned with a purr. How grand, both her men and it touched upon a painted smile. "Well Liath, Derik." Sauntering steps with a perfection in the sway of her hips had her stalking around both making one wonder who was the prey and predator. Lowering of lash and a trail of hand over Liath's shoulder as dark eyes were on Derik the while. It was brief before the small pout. "Don't mind me..." Wave of a hand added in a delicate flow. "Carry on."

Liath continued on a few more steps before he eased to a halt, turning to face the man who dared command his attention. "I needed to speak with you, Derik." And only because of that he allowed his previous course to be thwarted. The remaining glove of leather was jerked into place over his fingers, the webbing jabbed down with the forefinger of his other hand. Keary's arrival was ill timed and as she circled him, he had no doubt that her presence was no chance of fate. His head turned to pick her up as she came up alongside him from behind, catching that hooded look in the other man's direction. The squared, muscular jaw tensed, once, twice, before he continued. "My sources have informed me of a need for an increase in a stronghold at the port. You, Derik, will accompany them there." So it was said. So it would be.

Gaze diverted, he watched Keary's arrival with something that bordered on disdain given his current company. She was a minx, and knew it, was confident with it. Rather than give her the satisfaction, he dismissed her rudely, almost coldly. There was always a better time and place, and now was not it. "If your sources are correct," he would wait only a heartbeat before bowing at the waist, palms turned outward as he did so. "I will depart as you give me leave, Wolfe." And a dagger between your shoulder blades if ever the opportunity arose.

-tbc-

Raine was sitting inside the dockside tavern with the notorious sea pirate at a booth. After preparations had been made and the ships replenished with supplies it was time to a private meeting with her to be filled in on the details of this 'oh-so- secret, hush hush, mission. With a pint of beer and those long legs stretched out underneath the table Raine eyed JD with a smug expression between large gulps. "So dove, what did I miss at the meeting" Seemed rather important, oh and sorry I was late." He paused a moment rolling those steel blues over to the sea wench.

She was stretched out as well, slouched within that seat, a glass of whiskey in hand. Head tipped backwards in that position of comfort she had found. "Important, ay. Going to be setting sail come dawn. Got some unfinished business I need to attend to meself, and I'm also assisting two others, in much the same thing." Oceanic depths would glance over at him, in that side long glance. "Gonna be quite a battle being faced. Lots of blood spilled, and hopefully nae me own." Snickering, with that carefree attitude of her's, to the comment being made. "Heading for a Kingdom called Kildare." Too many bottles of whiskey and rum have been consumed, and she was unsure if she had ever shared with him the situation that took place in that land or not. Glass on the rise to take a drink, pausing just below her lip. "The two who will be accompanying this trip, are quite powerful men." It could be taken they are powerful in skills, which they were, but also in station as well.*

A sudden ruckus erupted at the front of the tavern; and a man was thrown into a table by two burly men while others pretended to be disinterested in the barroom scuffle. The man who was thrown into the table laughed nervously with his hand fumbling on the broken table's edge. He wore a worker's rustic brown tunic and breeches, and had his white-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Once the young man manage to stand up, he batted at his sleeves and the thigh area of his slacks. "That wasn't very nice, now was it?" He placed a cheerful smile on his dirty-covered face.

Quileigh, a man with his hair shaven at the sides but braided into a long ponytail stood before the young man. The tribal tattoos on his arms seems to snarl with his movements. "I tod' yo 'fore, dum-dum, that we ain't needin' no mo' hands!" Quileigh stepped forward and planted his fist into the young man's chest.

Raine shot a glance to JD through blurry eyes and grinned slightly. "Blood and gore, should be right up your alley, JD." He took another swig from his pint, watching the little brawl unfold across the tavern, not uncommon along the docks. Soon his gaze was back on her again. "Two men ya say' Important eh?" He made a flat-line expression with his mouth and rolled his shoulders. "I'm always up for a new challenge. Just fill me in on the details and I'll be along for the ride." He squelched a smirk from his mouth, rolling his gaze back to the brawl that now seemed to break up. He was running the name or the kingdom through his head, trying to remember if she'd mentioned it before or not, or if he and Jasper had ever been there. That'd be his next question.

Ocean blues focused upon the brawl with intense scrutiny. Outbreaks of violence in the Dockside was common place enough. Still, it was her furniture being destroyed by the tossing around of bodies. "I should charge extra for those who tear this place up." Grumbled under her breath, prior to taking another drink of that whiskey. Glass lowered to rest upon the table before her, a glance over at him. "Details will be offered once we're out to sea. That's the way I work,and I'm not about to change now. Not even for you." Voice low, keeping the comment between them. Dark blue gaze would return to the squabble, taking place just across the room. Jim was already in motion behind the bar. Either snagging the club he used at times, when playing the part of a bouncer, always backed up by a few of her crewmen. Or perhaps the flintlock. That wasn't ventilation for the rooms above, the holes that were there in the ceiling.

Jaesayda laughed as his crew mate pummeled the whelp, but his eyes darted towards Jim and slapped Quileigh's arm. "Nuff 'fo we be ousted outta he' cus sum dandy!" He pulled on his friend's arm once more then returned to their table ever so often laughing at the coughing man holding his chest.

The young patron wrapped his arms across his chest hoping to relieve some of the pain. The poor youth staggered a bit from table to table asking if any captain needed another man on their ship. The pain in his chest a fading memory, the blonde youth ventured towards the rear of the tavern and stumbled upon a man and young woman around his age. First reaction was to ask the man if he needed a ship hand. "Excuse me, sir," the youth interjected in their conversation with that carefree smile of his. "I was wondering if I could perhaps spare a moment of your time?"

Raine was grinning like a coon, watching as Jim moved across the tavern, ready to do damage on any more rowdy customers, but sadly the fight broke up before he was able to pound a few heads in with the club. Back to JD traveled the bounty hunters gaze. "Toss them on a ship and work the fee off in hard labor." He quipped under his breath. His hands spread around the pint, lifting it from the table again. "Fine. Fine. I'll get the details when we're out at sea. Wouldn't want you to change, dove. I like you just the way you are. Vicious." He gave her a wink then remembered his question. "Oh, you mentioned this Kil..." Just then they were interrupted by the young man who'd gotten a good little beat down a few minutes ago. Since he seemed to be addressing Raine he turned his head and leveled those steel blues eyes on him. "I don't know if you could or not' But I'll make it easy on you and spar you the moment myself." Grinning at the younger male and his dandy manners "Whatcha need, lad?" He asked, lifting his head up.

-=To be continued=-

Which had a brow on the rise. "T' eyes o' a sailor, ye be sayin..." Glance over the room, and the men who occupied it in sparse groupings. "I'mma sure iffen ye be a askin', t'ey will tell ye der tails o' t' sea." This time a bit of smirk would appear upon her lips, as those oceanic depths focus upon him fully once more. "T'ese men, t'ey'd eat ye up 'n spit ye out faster t'en eny shark. Just wat could a lad such as yeself be a offerin' a seasoned crew and their Capt'n...." Mind not that glint of cruel amusement that momentarily glimmered in dark blue eyes. She was actually debating, on if she should do something to put the fear of God into the man. So skittish he was, that she just couldn't help it, a title would be placed upon him at that moment, one the men would no doubt have fun with, for many years to come ...."....Mouse?"

Jim returned with the drinks and set them on the table. Raine was enjoying the show, picking up the pint for a sip and chasing it down with the shot of whiskey. "Might make a good swabby." He inserted. "That way he could clean up his own bile after he tosses his cookies once that 'big boat' is at sea." The smirk slid behind the pint held in front of his lips.

The youth chirped up in objection, his voice a bit too high for the response, "Mouse"! I'm not a..." He cleared his throat and tried again, "Mouse"! I can do whatever the captain asks of me! Besides, who are you two to say if I can make it or not! You...you...Great mother of a screaming trogg-minded platypus!" The blond youth stared at the two face flushed with frustration, no one seemed to be taking him seriously here. However, after he insulted the woman he wanted to take it back so badly.

The glass in her hand was gripped more tightly, and would be set upon the table with a heavy handed thud. "Trogg minded platypus?" The look in those ocean blues would be considered murderous, her voice low in that menacing sort of way. It would cause the few of her men within, to look over in her direction. One would lowly whistle, bets would be being made, as to how long it would be, before the dandy's throat would be cut. A forward lean upon the table, that edge to remain in her tone as she spoke. "I'm the Captain." Offered with direct eye contact with the man. "Mouse." The last stated in a sneer. Settling back, a glance towards Raine, then back to the man her attention returned. "Leopold may have just gained himself a traveling companion." Stated to Raine, even though she was looking directly at Joel.

It took a measured effort not to break out into laughter. Raine schooled his features and gently placed a hand to JD's arm, shaking his head slightly for her not to kill him. "Well...." He began to reply over that thought. "You know...." Hmm. The man had just insulted his fiance. He'd looked at her and blurted out the platypus remark. Not the bounty hunter. "Hmm." He mused then slowly smiled, very broadly. "Leopold." Phrasing the name again. "I think the lad might have just found himself a job." The smile reformed into a bold grin.

"Ca...ca...captain...?" The blood drained from his face leaving it pale white and the youth's knees lost their strength sending him crashing down on his derriere. His hands came up over his head and ran wildly through his blonde hair. Ah, you did it now, Joel oh boy. You really bit the donkey's ass now. "I...I didn't mean...miss-erm, Captain." That courage he mustered had long faded and was wondering if he now blew his last chance at being a ship hand. The youth didn't move an inch when the two were talking about some guy named 'Leopold.'

"T' carcase o' a whale don't float either." Snarled beneath her breath. The man should be thankful at that moment, that Raine was positioned between the two of them. That was what stopped her from lunging, not his hand upon her arm, as it would seem. "Iffen ye didnae mean it, ye would nae o' said it." Roll of her eyes and a snort, when the man fell on his behind. "As graceful as a bull in a china shoppe too." Off handedly stated to Raine. Attention back upon Joel. "I do 'ope ye cin 'andle a shovel, better t'an ye cin ye werds 'n actions." Snagging that glass back from the table's surface."Otherwise, ye be in quite a stinkin' situation." Couldn't help but to grin at that comment being made. Much to the men's chargin', she'd not be spilling any blood tonight, at least not for the moment. A few mutters on that, along with the laughter upon seeing the man land on his behind. "She always did 'ave a way of sweepin' da lads offin' der feet." Shouted out from the peanut gallery watching. The comment would be followed by loud laughter, a few hands pounding upon table tops in the showing of their amusement. Then back to their drinking they went. Delayed may have been the action, but Raine would find her elbow to meet his side, though not debilitating so. "Ship!"

Raine's hand dropped from JD's arm. It was true, if JD had really wanted to kill the guy, his being there wouldn't have stopped her. So she didn't feel like launching over the table to get to him. Shrug. Raine sat back and locked his hands behind his head. "Tsk. Did I forget to mention that she moonlights as a sea captain?" Oof! His hands came down and he reached up under his rib cage to rub the injured spot. Mean, ol' nasty, sea wench, came the look from those steel blues. "Yah, I know what it is, something that floats on water." She had just a nasty disposition sometimes. Wonder where she got that from' He leaned forward to stare over the table at the guy sitting on his rump. "It's a ship, lad. Call it a boat and she'll have you walking the plank." He ducked away from her and laughed, taking with him his pint.

The youth did not think this was a laughing moment, so the laughter from the other men in the tavern and the man before him joking so casually. He muttered under his breath after the man finally decided to confirm the young woman's job title, "Lovely -now- that you mention it. Thank you." His tone was a bitter and defeated but his demeanor soon turned a for the better once he started to understand what the young lass had been saying. Her words seemed like a consideration to him and his spirits started to lift. With that slight tinge of hope, he picked himself up off the floor and gave introductions, "I know it's a bit late for introductions but my name is Joel, Joel Enjolras..." Then he glanced slightly at the young woman with a defeated expression on his face and added, "also known as 'mouse.'"

-=To be continued=-

The day and night had passed without incident, of the first day out to sea. It was as if the voyage was blessed, in how all things fell into place, and worked out smoothly. A good steady wind filled the sails to their fullest potential. The night had passed, the dawning of a new day was upon them. As was usual for her, she was up before the first rays of the sun had a chance to peek through the darkness. A pot of coffee delivered to her cabin. All kept quiet when they entered, so not to awaken her new body guard. Many trusted not the man, even though they've seen him around the Captain at the Dock Side. Believe it or not, her men viewed him as being shifty. Now wasn't that laughable. At the present, she was nursing that first cup of black brew, and looking over the map of the land they were heading towards. Leo and Gaidan had their own matters to attend to. Her itinerary was on a different matter, and this would be what she'd attend to when there.

The so called body guard had remained by JD's side for the first few hours, familiarizing himself with the set up of her ship and crew. Once they were several hours out to sea, Raine left her side and slipped below deck to the hold to check up on how Leopold was fairing. He didn't sleep this first night. After most had turned in, except those on watch, Raine had stood on the deck of the ship, sometimes speaking to the few crewman that would have anything to do with him. He felt their eyes upon him, always watching with suspicion. They were just doing their job and watching out for their captain. Two hours before day, Raine had slipped quietly back into her cabin and stretched out on the floor. His hands were tucked behind his head, eyes closed. He only rested, where others might think he was sleeping. When he heard the cabin door open and movement, his brow twitched slightly, lids half closed over his eyes. With a turn of his head he sniffed. Coffee....A devilish smile crept across his mouth. It was breakfast time.

Mug set aside, the pot taken in hand to refill it. A glance towards the supine form of Raine, and the second cup sitting on her desk would be filled as well. "You going to lay there all morning, like a beached whale?" Amused smirk to form upon her lips. She noted that devilish smile upon his lips. One that wasn't there moments ago. The mug slid to the opposite side of her desk, for him to claim once arisen, then back to studying the map before her. A plan working through her mind quite clearly. There were two points of approach to be made, the main port, and then another area to the south east of the docking area. The sloop, Black Swan II, would be the best to enter into the main port area, being it's speed to get out, if things went awry, would be better placed. Even if the Flag Ship held more guns of large caliber. She would remain in the deeper waters, sending the men ashore by dingy's, then sail up the shoreline to assist from the distance, with cannon fire.

No point in feigning sleep. He'd been discovered and she had coffee. Opening one eye, then the other he flashed a grin then rolled to his side and pushed himself up off the floor. "I smell coffee." He replied and in two long strides he was next to her desk and bending over to sniff. He found his cup and immediately picked it up. "So, I see you have the charts spread out. How long you think it's going to take to reach this Kildare land?" He slurped loudly at the black liquid, shifting a lean to the side to peer at the maps and charts.

Leo had not rested well, there was something lingering on the outskirts of other perceptions that plagued upon the conscious in unclear hints. Foreboding, but such one word barely encompassed what lurked or where. Foreboding would cover going to Kildare in and by itself. He was up long before dawn to watch the horizon. Still the clouds had gathered in mass, growing one but still seemed at a safe distance. Or was it upon the horizon the real danger lurked" He shook off the feeling when he smelled coffee. Something he could use at this point and not quite getting the hours that would be ideal.

Gaiden had taken advantage of their travel to rest well. Once they reached land, sleep might become a precious commodity. He had waken slightly before dawn and knew his brother was restless. It wasn't long before he was at Leo's side, a silent mirror image staring out at the storm. The smell of coffee would cause him to look at Leo. "You look like hell."

Gerrard always slept well on board a ship, and this night had been no exception. But he was following Gaidan a few moments later, not sure what had caused him to wake up. He stood a short distance from the brothers, watching those same clouds and wondering if that what had caused him to wake. He'd ask Leo when he had the chance but at the moment, coffee called.

A glance up at him, her hand to lay flat upon the center of the map being viewed. "Two more days, if the wind holds out and we meet no resistance, or sudden storms. Like what happened the last time we attempted this voyage." Slow shake of her head. A glance towards the large windows that rested behind her. A clear viewing of the early morning sky could be seen from this point. Brilliant colors spread out over the horizon. Though there were none of the tell tale colors of brilliant pink, or reds, that usually foretold of impending storms to be expected. "The signs so far are positive, that smooth sailing lies ahead." Oceanic depths would turn back to rest upon his features. "Yet my inner voice is telling me all is far from well. I just can't put my finger on it." A wry grin to appear. "Maybe it's you who's affecting this?" Teasingly stated.

-=To be continued=-

Gaidan was looking forward to teaching the men how to use the weapons brought aboard. While he would take JD's caution to heart, it would help in gaining the acceptance at least. He talked quietly to some, his laughter coming easier than it had for some time. In time, he would be better at what Leoric was teaching him, but now, he just kept himself open to his brother. A glance toward him showed he was feeling something but Gaidan didn't press. Not here, not now. His attention was back on the man he had been talking to, but he was always aware. Always.

Gerrard had lost some of his reserve in the last few years, but he too was cautious. No slips would be allowed even if he forged some tentative friendships. He was listening to the tall tale of a younger lad, but he was very aware of a undercurrent, almost a charge in the air.

Looking up at him, she'd just smirk. "Ai, Ai, Raine." Then up the ladder she'd make her way, to the upper deck of the Flag ship upon which they all sailed. The coolness of the morning air was a welcomed reprieve, from the smokey, and dingier confinements of the rooms below, even if stately. Once upon deck, a quick visual assessment was made. The morning task were underway, the smell of the morning meal drifted over the deck area. "Smells like Mister Haney is busy fixing another of his spectacular meals." The man took pride in his job, those who sailed upon the Swan he cooked on, ate better than many did on the main lands. She was lucky to have retained his loyalty and trust, after the death of her father and crew. Moving from the portal, so that Raine could exit without bumping into her, that was when she took note of the other three. A nod of her head given in acknowledgement. It was time to end the facade of their placement on this ship, and headed towards them. "Leo, Gaidan, Gerrard." Openly addressing them. Of course, a few of the men who were working close would look up. Some suspected, other's claimed they knew, that the three men were more than they appeared. It was time to let them know the full intent of the voyage they were on. Knowing the nature of her purpose in this, she knew her men wouldn't rally against her. They would want the head and blood of the one responsible, almost as much as she.

Such sass. He rolled his eyes, grinned faintly and followed her topside. Steel blues roamed out over the deck as he appeared behind JD.Laden down with coffee pot and mugs he moved to a barrel close to where they now were standing and set the items down."Morning. Coffee's hot and fresh." He stepped out of the way and took with him his own mug, sipping at it as things were about to get under way.

He was finished for the fever in which he ate, food all but inhaled but well aware of how well made. He stood as JD approached, even if she hadn't addressed him along with brother and cousin. "Morning Captain." Something in his eyes that said more meeting with hers in that moment of first contact. Silvery blue hinting of other areas that he'd not speak on in front of her superstitious crew. If they noticed his eyes them might be giving the sign of the cross already but luckily none really looked him in the eye. All but say JD would, his brother and cousin. A flickering catch of something that had focus shift to the horizon but it seemed to remain the same. There and back in that instant as he waited.

Gaidan was finished and he stood as JD spoke. "Captain." He inclined his head as he did, immediately going into an at ease stance, hands clasped behind his back. He wouldn't sit back down until she had her say. A glance was taken toward Leoric, then to the men. He was just a little nervous about their reactions if they saw Leoric's eyes.

Gerrard popped one last piece of bacon into his mouth when he saw his cousins standing. He flashed JD a quick grin but he quickly put on a more serious face. A glance taken toward one of the ports before moving back to JD and Raine.

-=To be continued=-

Leo didn't miss the little incident on the crystal but said nothing nor had it seem like he even noticed. His expression remained unreadable presently as hands folded behind his back in that time needed to await all to fall in place set in motion. "The forests should be avoided at all cost. If you want particular reason, I can draw you a good visual at least in what I pick up in shadows. The rumors as substantial on ones becoming lost. It is your men and call there. The attack on the port, would you be waiting until we get into the Keep first and use it as a deadly diversion?" Her ships having been there before would be accepted as much as such lands accepted, less suspicion was probably more accurate.

Gaidan's interest was on the map immediately. He studied it with interest then looked up at Leoric and JD. "I agree. The forests are no place for traveling." He had seen the first hand the results of the those who entered the forest. Silent again, he waited for her answer on the diversion.

Gerrard leaned to study the maps, his expression unreadable. He had heard enough from Leoric and Gaidan to know how dangerous this was, and that the forest should be avoided.

"We'll have to set up a signal, to let the Swan II know when you're prepared to enter the keep. Yes, she could be used not only as a diversion, but to aide in evening the odds just a bit." Not knowing how large of an army, or resistance to be met. "If you think the forest area is not the way to land, then I'm open to suggestions." Oceanic depths shifted between Leo and Gaidan. "If you know something, now's the time to speak up, as to where the Swan I should land you and her crew. I'll be addressing my men here in a few moments, I need to let them know the final plan, so they can become prepared." As this was being spokenThe Swan II had drawn up beside the flag ship. Grappling hooks would secure the two vessels together, and the men were swinging to board the Captain's ship. Much in the manner they'd board a ship out at sea, when taking it over. An upward glance would give her visualization of this, then back to the brothers her attention returned. "Speak your ideas now, so that my men aren't going in blind. Some will be following you to aide in your fight, while the rest will be assisting with mine." She was a perfectionist, and it would show at this point and time. Never forge blindly into a situation, when some knowledge could be given and shared."My men will be spooked enough, in knowing what they're about to face." Many had been on ship that fateful day, and remembered well that which inflicted their fellow crewmen, and ended in not only their death, but their Captain, Horatio Black.

Raine was listening and his brows furrowed at this plan, too. Something about the plan set wrong with him. He felt a third angle was missing in the strategy. Now would be the time to quietly input this point. "What about a third diversion' One on land as well. This might give further advantage to those trying to slip into the keep." He raised his gaze and glanced to each of the other four.

"In port as trade. You could be carting some slaves to be taken up to the Keep for their auctions. I can get out of any cell or shackles once within."Good lock pick or something else? So he would use his gifts in this as JD had a good idea on even if they never really discussed the area. Eyes held as she would know his words held that kind of unexplainable truth and better not questioned presently. "As far as any helping, if we use this plan it will get us into the Keep. This is all my brother and I need. Gerrard can wait outside or come in, I will leave that call to him. The men to secure we get inside. It is better as perceived slaves than as travelers." The least amount of fighting, the least amount of giving their mission away and keeping the element of surprise. "It might well do the men good to know, without knowing exactly, there are forces to meet those other forces not of the norm this time around." They didn't need to know where or who but the information might help drive them better in this. Some confidence. This was his input, JD had her mission once there, they had theirs, same and separate and all wanted to get out alive after seeing to it successfully. He and Gaidan had to confront the warlord on their father, if he was not cooperative then they would have to kill him and siege the Castle as rightful heirs.

Gaidan's expression grew grim but he added nothing more. This part would be ironed out between JD and Leoric. He glanced at the others then at Leoric again.

"I'll join you inside." Gerrard said quietly. He would stay with them to the end. His eyes met Leoric's briefly.

Focus turned upon Leo as he spoke his input on the situation. A slow nod of her head, as the plan began to unfold within her mind. Tweaking it to fill what was needed to be done. Then to Raine her attention turned. A nod of her head given. "I've enough men to do this, a two point attack. One group to take these three in under the pretense of men captured out at sea. Another group to land and begin a diversion. Then the ships to do the sea to land assault." Focus turned to rest upon each, then out over the deck where her men were crowded upon it. It was time, to tell them of what was about to be faced. A deep breath taken, unsure of the full reaction she'd get. Too late to turn back now, features would become devoid of expression, as she moved to the railing to look over her ship and the crew. Shushes passed through the men like a wave, when they seen their captain was about to speak.

-=To be continued=-

One thing she could count upon, and that was the greedy nature of her men, and their blood lust. All seemed to accept this situation, without question or pause. Not even a grumble at being placed under the command of Royal blood. Once all had their say, she'd turn to look out over her men. "Some o' ye will nae be returning, of this I'm sure ye'all kin and understand. I also kin, that ye will nae go down without a fight. The battle we are about to engage in, is nae like any other. Forces we kin little about, will be met head on. Mister Leoric is well versed in this, and will be one ye need to listen to closely, if ye wish to survive." A moment taken to look over all her men. "I wish to state now, I've considered it an honor to sail the seas with all o' ye. Ye are me brothers, even if nae in blood. Me wish is for all to return, but we know well that will not be possible. If anything happens t'me, I have left a will in the care of Carlotta Basinstoke. Upon yer return to Heathfield, it will be executed as I have left orders for it to be. Even in death, I shall remember ye all, and see t'ye care until ye find another Captain to sail with, or take on a ship o' ye own." This caused a few grumbles, and shouts that she would not be the one to fall, if they could help it. Again her hand lifted to gain their silence. She'd look at her former first mate, now Captain of the Swan II. "Mister Fabin, collect the men ye need t' maintain ye ship. Also a few to tend t' any repair that may become necessary, once the battle begins." Then to Blackdog. "Mister Dunlap, ye will be leading t'men who'll be takin' Mister Gaidan and Mister Leoric ashore as prisoners. Get ye men together, then report t' them promptly for further instructions." Attention turned then to Dill. "Mister Dill, ye'll be settin' up the men who sailed along with us when me father died. Have them geared up with weapons, and at the disposal of Mister Gaidan for training." It was then to her navigator Julian, attention would fix. "I'm putting the responsibility o' this ship in ye hands, Mister Blackwood, dun let me down." Back over the masses her attention turned. "Get the lead out o' yer rears, ye scurvy group of scally wags. Those going ashore, will remain on this ship, all others now make way t' their stations." No sooner had her order sounded, the deck became a flurry of activity. Those who were going aboard the Swan II, headed in that direction. Within twenty minutes time, the ships were separated and pulling away. The Swan II was a beehive of activity, as they prepared her for the upcoming battle. The decks before them were also active with the motion of men. Weapons being handed out, the men separated into their perspective groups. Those who were managing the ship were tending to their duties. Gunners, and their mates, now tending to the cannons to have them at the ready. For a long time she stood there in silence, just watching. Trying to harden herself, more than what she already was, because she was beginning to feel that pang in her heart, the kind felt when you knew you were about to lose someone very close to you.

It seemed for now all had been said that needed to be. Other details would be ironed out later and fine tuned. Raine looked at JD a moment then took a step to the side. He looked out over the dark horizon for a spell, then cast a side long glance at her. "I think I'll head below and check on Leopold. He needs to be fed." He turned from her and silently made his way through the now dispersing crowd, soon slipping out of sight.

"I will help you with the training Gaidan. The quicker the better." and he was not needed other than keeping tabs on that strange formation. The eye contact with his brother might well clue him in but there was nothing substantial to go on, it was too far away to be a threat. All was in motion, anything else would be dealt with that cropped up, just like with any well laid plans. "Gerrard care to assist?" Three times faster as he headed for where the crates were and the men being given the flintlocks. "Show a hand of those needing assistance." Already getting things started for his brother. Two would be working as one and it was starting to show.

There was far more to be said on rumors of storms that rose up over the oceans. Forces more than nature at times that held enough truth in the stories later told if Fate left one alive to tell such a fantastic tale. Leo was right in being drawn to the oddity in the collection of clouds that gathered to the horizon. Like a panther stalking in the distance waiting for the precise moment to pounce upon an unsuspecting prey.

The Swans were in sight for a midday snack.

A cargo ship had disappeared, swallowed up in the darkness of the night into the hungry belly of a storm. Like a darken dragon to lift up and swallow whole certain meals the sea offered upon its rolling waves. There was something very evil in the cast of the darkness this storm held and the tainted stench to its winds. Still, there were higher powers that used all sources at their disposal and no different from this dragon storm bent on consuming the two ships now sailing. Winds came out of nowhere with such force they would either rip the sails or cast the ship to its side. The light of day gone in a flash so fast it would cause vertigo for some. Hail in large balls of jagged ice pelted hard, ripping at anything in its path. The sea swelled up beneath like a serpent's tail to whip and toss the ships like toys in a tub. The storm now fully raging as lightning streaked, a rarity in itself for the season and bent on destruction. What had been on the horizon one moment was now upon them.

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After Keary left the two men, with that little smile in place, she headed for her chambers and the one where she practiced her Craft. Frustration was setting in as she paced the larger room. A pinch of this herb then another of some creature's ashes were tossed onto a heated wide copper plate. Each addition heightening the scents to open up her mind and abilities to the darker side of the ethereal. A smoky mist gradually filled the room in shifting layers that played with shapes and forms to the third eye and perimeter perceptions. At first she almost missed the shadows of three emerging, hinting to the outskirts of her domain. Two were familiar, the other unknown but attached somehow. They had her coming around from her thoughts on Liath and Derik, schemes to pit one against the other, to watch these three move along the furthest wall. Two were shaped identically. "Well, it has been many years hasn't it." She had almost forgotten about Seamus' sons. Lost in the abyss of memories past that were unsuccessful and the two together proved this. "Young boys, you'd be men by now. So you didn't kill one or the other off as it should have been." A slight frown played as well the darker look to cloud an otherwise physical beauty for it brought back one person's name she loathed. "Thalan." Stepping closer to where her crystal ball was covered and the smokey haze now gathering thicker. The cloth of black velvet slid away from the smooth surface under the guidance of a hand to reveal the contained misty texture of circling bluish grays. "Show me more Morgaach." The crystal responded to the passing of her hands over its curve. Mists parting to bring in clarity the handsome faces of the twins. Identical but she could tell them apart. Her hand stilled. "Leoric and Gaidan, my my how handsome you have grown even more than your father before you. Such could heighten the throb of a heart or have one swoon. Pity." The third face didn't come in as clear nor the shadow of another, one that held a lot of anger. The anger appealed to her. "Well, no matter, you shall all have the same fate if you dare to trespass on Kildare lands. Dare to trespass in my domain." Hand swirling to disturb the mists before adding more ashes of a certain beast to the heated copper plate. "Now my pets, fill the forest to keep it safe from my enemies.." Leapers as she referred to them emerged from the haze that shifted through the forests of Kildare. Deep and ominous with mostly pine and firs so it held that density even with the barren trees of winter; tall oaks and maples reaching high into the sky. Forests that held a smokey grey haze even on the brightest of days. Now the predators waited camouflaged by stone and ledge. Faces of flattened out bull dog and a body near the same except the hind legs were larger of distinctive sinew branded in dark slate. Eyes were larger of a wine red with no discerning pupils. Ears, bat-like and cropped back and very the last some would see was the jaw that could unhinge like a snake's with three rows of carnivorous teeth. Maniacal laughter filled her room while her pets emerged one by one as the ashes hit the heat of copper strengthened by her enchantment. Her body swaying on the high it brought as she circled the crystal tracing a finger to set the swirl of mists even thicker. "You will not even see beforehand that which devours you until that moment, the before your last breath is spent and your life's blood spills into the earth below. Blood that will feed my powers even more in my claim upon your very souls." The cut of her smile was something totally hideous that reflected in eyes turned black upon the scene before her, one she was enhancing for she would have the twins of the father before them who escaped her grasp by committing suicide in lands she could not touch. This would be her revenge on him for not succumbing to her will. This would be her reward. -tbc-





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Gaidan's expression grew more grim the further they moved into the forest until he was wearing a frown. His sword began to glow as Leoric spoke, almost as if it had been keeping the magic within at bay until needed. He turned as the attack began, facing to the right and watching the blurs of the demonic creatures. A step forward brought his sword into play, the blade singing as he swung and slashed, teeth clenched. He whirled to take on a second even as the first hit the ground with a thud.

Gerrard dropped the bow when the attack began, not willing to shoot in such close quarters. Sword drawn, he found while he could deal some damage, it only seemed to infuriate the beasts. Still, if he could injure them bad enough, one of the twins could take them out completely. He felt the jolt of a hit that should have cleaved the head from one of the creatures but it only growled in frustration and backed off.

No sooner had the command to halt echo'd back, the attack was on. Her men were not one to ever flee from any situation. No matter how superstitious they were, all were in mind for battle, and knew they were to face things they have never before. Not that they liked it, it was openly accepted. Screams of her men who had not taken the warning to wear the charms echoed loudly about them. Weapons drawn, flint locks, sabers, rapiers and the like. It'd take many not long to realize, the charm they wore caused the creatures to retreat soon after getting close. This only caused her men to become more brave, than anything, and a counter attack was underway. They may not have fallen to the weapons drawn, but delight was placed in making them scream in pain. In one hand, she held her own cutlass, in the other, that whip. Into the fray of action, she too would enter. A snap of her whip, to sound with the barking flares of fellow mates fire arms. A slash and outcry, when her blade would find flesh.

Once they began to enter the forest and a feeling of oppression set in, Raine unsheathed Macabuin and held it in front of him. More slowly and cautiously did he take his steps. The sounds of the forest seemed to mute everything else out. Making dull thuds of their footsteps. Far ahead he thought he could hear the muffled cries from the other group. Brow to raise in question as he turned and gave JD a look. In his hand, the legendary sword, Macabuin began to hum. The bounty hunter knew what this meant as his grip tightened about the hilt of the sword. Then suddenly the bowels of hell broke loose around them and they were under attack themselves. He heard men screaming, others trying to fight off the demonic shadows. Over his head he swung the sword, smashing into something that screeched in pain when he struck it. Raine swung about but whatever it was had moved off, still going strong. "We're in trouble." He swore, then was knocked back by an unseen attack. He stumbled back to his feet, just as Leopold gave a loud neigh, tossing his head back and shuffling about. Fear was in the beasts eyes, but he did not bolt, standing his ground. Raine turned back to fight what they couldn't clearly see, more shadowy apparitions of some sort. The battle was on and the bounty hunter, JD and her men where in it for the fight.

Keary paced inside that one room she kept for this purpose. Even Liath didn't know what it was really used for. Ever the wary eye held fast upon the crystal ball and as the forms drew closer she drew closer to the crystal to watch. Curses rang out unchecked sounding much like a hoard of banshees had invaded the keep when each of her pets were felled, she felt their pain. Each an extension to a degree as she soaked in their success so she was torn in their defeat. She withdrew the few left and as she added more herbs mixed with ashes turning out her swarms of locus. There would be about twenty minutes tops before the locus would accumulate. Razor sharp wings to cut at even if it would cause their death upon contact, they would push and tear away clothing and hopefully the wretched crystals that were a stronger magic than hers while worn. Arms were swinging up with each wave of locus terrors she sent. Her chant loud, over and over, not caring at this point if anyone heard her. She was in battle mode.



Another felled and another as he was dashing to catch the beasts as they went after others. Almost as fast as they had appeared, they were gone as he took one last swing. The bodies of the dead ones puffed into smoke that only mingled in with the mists. Mists that were coming back along with the silence. "I think we better move and move fast. Still, stick together." His voice sounded eerie enough as one minute in a whirl the next in a dead stop. He didn't sheath his sword, however, as he found his brother and started forward that they could follow him. "Stay close and behind me for there are deep chasms you wont see if you wander." This he could feel knowing full well it was on another level. The path would twist and turn until they were in a wider area where he stopped once more. He could hear the buzzing sound of wings a mile way coming from the Keep. This he pinpointed and the darker image behind as its source. "On guard." Moments later to regular human hearing (as he was part Elf) they would hear the deafening sound grow close then the blackening of the air in this wall headed their way. "Locust!" Barely out when they were splattering against the buffer offered by the crystal and pressing them back in a slow process for the sheer numbers in magnitude.

Gaidan was in the process of bringing his sword down on one of the beasts when it disappeared. His sword hit the ground with a clung as he whirled around, looking for the demons. A nod was given to Leoric, Gaidan cursing under his breath. He knew the forest was bad but this had been beyond what he imagined. "Close, right." His voice came out in a growl. Checking on Gerrard, and then the others, he started after Leoric. His own hearing caught the sound and he cursed again. They wouldn't be able to press forward if this kept up!

Gerrard grabbed his bow and slung it over his back again once the beasts disappeared. He was still panting as they started forward, staying on Gaidan's heels. Never again would he complain about things being quiet at home. When Leoric and then Gaidan stopped, he peered into the sky. Were they going to be suffocated?

The men had formed a tighter group, for better defense. Onwards they moved, until the sounds of something other was heard. "Torches, light the torches." Which were being saved for another time. There weren't many to be lit, they knew better than to exhaust all their resources. Seven torches would burst aflame, being moved from side to side like a blade. Arms lifted to shield faces, even if they were insects, the men would still swing their blades in counter attack. "Use your powder too." Flintlocks could be deadly without addition of a ball. The muzzle blast would emit a flame for at least several inches. Since these insects up close and personal. They'd utilize what they could in the counter. Although, a few men would indeed lose their crystal due to the attack. Some would instantly snag up that severed from their throat, only to find themselves to be added to the list of mortally wounded. She would be one wielding a torch, trying to fight off the swam about her.

The first wave was over and most had survived with little damage. Raine was staring off into the distance, his sword still held over his shoulder. Steel blues narrowed when the sound of buzzing headed towards them. "Great." He muttered and shot a look at Leopold, who seemed unharmed but defiantly not enjoying this manner of battle. Next he look to JD, but his attention was unable to remain there. Then the locusts came and it all started over again. Raine didn't have a torch, so he marched over to the Andalusian side and snatched off the shield stepped in front of the horse and let the locusts pling and smash into it.

The air was electric and dense in the weight of those things cast upon the group who had landed on the shores of Kildare. He'd watched it from atop a hillside, watched as the storm slammed into the ship, watched as they disembarked and headed in the direction of the forest. Daft fools, every one of them, and he could only hope that they had the proper protection against the things that Keary was sending them. Even as the first attack had started, Tristan was making his way down the hillside and towards a point where their paths should connect, listening to the screams of the ones who were not protected and the shouts of the ones who were. The forest was riddled with warded trails if one only knew where to look. This was his home, his domain, and those paths were in place to ensure him safe passage to the places he wished to go. The former court magician to Seamus was thought dead and buried long ago, and it was only that which prevented him from using the entirety of his abilities.

-=To be continued=-

"Gotton worse, and going to keep getting worse until all of this is done and over with," Tristan replied to Gaidan in a low tone. "So who are all of your friends?" He glanced over his shoulder at the group following along. "Looks like you managed to get together an army of sorts." Cracking a smile over at him, though it was small. Words were quiet, for in the cavern, they would echo.

Keary knew they had gotten away, slipping through her fingers and figuring it was the twins. She had still not picked up on the old court magician having seen him die so long ago after the demise of Seamus. A day to rue when she sunk her claws into Kildare and still sinking them. There was only one thing left for her to do and that was to go to Liath to let him know he was going to be invaded. He could amass his army and flush them out. She would, of course, blame the breach of the guarded forests on Derik as his recent lack in his duties. Even if he was sent to the port to double the guard there he was in charge of the forests. Not that Liath knew exactly how Derik usually took care of them and this time she took it into her own hands. Somehow she would work her way out of this as she once more turned Liath on Derik. It was justified for Derik would see to Liath's demise, it was just safer she helped Liath at this point as the last encounter with Derik proved. She was already on her way out from the room to seek the Warlord out.

"Good and you will find him. This I am certain of." So far there was no reason to disbelieve this was the man behind the necromancy attacks. "A fine fighter you are, JD. We will be parting ways once inside so I wish you the best and will seek you out after we see to our end." A light touch of a hand to her shoulder before a smile appeared in a quick flash and he left her to regrouping her men and headed to catch up with Gaidan. Of course this would mean Tristan too. "We need to find the Warlord, do you think you can help us get to him or at least point us in the right direction?"

Gaidan didn't like what he heard but they were here to end it. He glanced back to look at the others and nodded. "The woman is Captain JD Black. She has her own vendetta to keep against the Warlock. These are her men." He quieted as Leoric joined them.

Gerrard remained close to Gaidan and Tristan but said little. Energy building once more as they were close to the end of their journey. One way or another.

A hand would lift to rest upon Leo's shoulder. "Luck to you also Leo, and those who fight at your side. Soon we will both face our demons." Strange, that coming from her, accused of being a demon herself, upon the seas. Her men were in tow, even those who would aid Leo and his brother in their task. A glance back at her men, then forward she'd move. Forgive the lack of social graces, not that she held them to begin with, but now was not the time to develop such. Just as Leo asked the man about the Warlord, she would speak up as well. "And this Derik, whoever he is. His throat has a date with me dagger." Intensity of those ocean blues to rest upon the man, who she had not clue as to whom he was, nor did she particularly care at the moment. He was an informant and thus was the way she viewed him.

From the back, Raine listened into the conversations that carried easily in the cavern, enlightened to the discussions at hand at what was to happen next. First battle fought, the next and hardest was still ahead of them. They'd be prepared. At least he hoped.

"Easier for me to show you than tell you." Tristan crouched down, and began drawing with his forefinger a map of the keep. First, the rectangular walls, then the middle section, finally the docks and the tavern in relation to it all. "Here's where you will come out." Pointing to the tavern. "Your Da's man Liath and the witch are holed up here in the middle section of the keep. Word has it that Derik Martin was sent down to reinforce the docks. So, he'd be here." Pointing again. He took that moment to look up at Gaidan as the map was studied. "I got all of the innocent families out already. Going to be a lot more killing before this is all said and done." He knew his words would reassure Gaidan, for he was familiar with those people. "Annie and her workers will head out last, so no need to worry about them, either. I'd like to stick with you two if I could. Got a few things to see to of my own."

"That's the man we need to see. You're welcome to come with us if you wish to see to the end of this too, Tristan." The decision set to him and a lot would weigh upon his answer in what kind of man he was. Caliber. Approval set as the man was already offering. He turned to JD next. "From here it is best for my brother, myself and Gerrard to face what is before us. Take what of your men is left for you will need them down at the port being it seems the guard was doubled there. They will probably be expecting the lot of us to go there." Easier to get into the castle in fewer numbers, four at best.

Gaidan leaned to study the map then he straightened. Tristan's assurances about the families had him almost grinning. "Good. I don't want to see them hurt. No one will notice either since things are going to start happening fast from here on out." He looked at Leoric. They were so close to clearing their name but who knew what they would face once inside the keep.

Gerrard watched JD a moment before his gaze went to the makeshift map. Somehow he felt Tristan would make a good addition to the party and nodded at him. They could introduce themselves on the way out.

Even with the deaths, Leo would still have a strong following of nearly twenty men. Her own following would number close to thirty, which included she and Raine. It's a good thing the innocent were removed, for the men had a want for blood, and lots of it. A glance towards Leo and a nod, as she made note of the map displayed before them. She'd move away from the small group, to face her men. "Here is where it begins..." Looking from one to the other who stood before her. "Those of ye that were originally set to follow the brothers, will join us instead. We head to the docks, there we will find what we're looking for." She'd motion to a few of the men. "Dante, Felix, Samuel, Erick, and Jacob. Ye will find a way to get a signal out, to see if the other ship has survived and in place." To the others her attention would turn, that was until it settled upon Raine. "The rest of us, will head towards the docks. Try to blend in if ye can, don't show our hand yet. Poker faces me maties, for this is a serious game we play this evening, and the stakes are high." Usually the men would have shouted out in glee at the knowledge of going into battle, but remained somber for the most part, they knew this was far from over, just the beginning of it all. As the men prepared, she'd seek out Raine, and move to his side. "It's going to get worse, I feel it in me bones."

Finally Raine was able to move up closer towards the front and listen in as JD explained what their plans were. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve, which would come in handy before their attack. He managed to get a look at the map of Kildare and where they were headed before JD sought him out. He turned to her as he picked up Leopold's reins. "It always gets worse before it gets better, dove." He laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Let's give them a fight they'll talk about for years to come." Raine didn't care if others were around, he leaned in pressed brief kiss against her temple. "I've got your back." Winked at her then proceeded to get ready before they left the cover of the cavern.

Tristan had walked on ahead a little bit, to what appeared to be the end of the cavern they were in. A few softly spoken words, and the enchantment broke, revealing an oaken door set into the stone. He rapped twice on it, softly, and was answered with two more soft raps. "All ready," he announced, looking back at the brothers.

A clasp was given Tristan's shoulder. "Good." One word firm said all that needed to be. "On both." His joining them and for getting the families out. The man had a good head on his shoulders. Once more he was impressed. Still, there was a lot before them this day as it was heading into evening. Leo was going to use other powers so that they met the ones they needed without interruption. A diversion would be put in place. "It is time to move before the one behind the necromancy can regroup. I have some of my own in mind and Gaidan, time to test your skills in that area too." He was heading into the tavern after the door was revealed. He'd let Tristan get them into the Keep itself for he was sure he knew of some hidden passageways. Every Fortress had them!

-=To be continued=-