Forge Ahead: Current : The Reunited Prince

Khamyra dressed in her usual under armor outfit, catsuit that guides the eye across every curve, wheels around in her husbands embrace and looks to the now beaming Champion. “I am guessing something big happened, you are way to cheery for a poisoned queen and a lost prince.”

He nods, “Let’s have some fun with the kids, eat some food and then I can tell you,” saying this caressing her cheek, feeling her warmth and the softness of her skin.

She melts and leans into his touch, loving the fact he is smiling and happy.

The couple heads into the kitchen to help Novalee, and they have a wonderful meal with her, Sisse, and the two kids. Some giggles, a few odd words spoke by Craylon, then Krishana giving him odd looks; which made the Kitchen laugh.

Afterwards, Khamyra is walking down the large steps after the kiddoes were in bed, looking at Chance with a bottle of Cheri and two small glasses. She smirks, ‘guess its real good news, he is breaking out the expensive Cheri,’ she muses to herself.

The two sit and sip the delicious current and Chance spins up the tale. “So I was asking everyone about the Split Jaw poison and…”

After a half hour, he finishes “…Yeah, they named him Prince Jensen, which I liked, I mean, Prince Chance would…” the tall man stops, scrunches his nose, “no, on second thought, that doesn’t sound good.”

The two chuckle and by now Khamyra was all but in his lap, purring.

“Maybe, Court Jester Chance instead?’ She says playful as the Champion smirks giving her a look from the side.

The Onyx Elf is shaking her head, “2 years ago I would of thought you were hit one too many times with a wooden sword after spinning that tale, but after being part of this crazy thing we call life, it’s just incredible,” she finishes off with a flourish of her hands.

“It’s getting late, and we have a little free time to…” is all the gorgeous Onyx Elf says as the large man sweeps her off her feet, and starts carrying her up the stairs.

The two of them intermingle with each other and try not to wake the children.

Forge Ahead : Next Day : Time of Blessings

The day starts like all the rest, a kiss from Khamyra, getting ready, hugs to the kids and Novalee and off the Champion goes to work.

The tall quarter elf runs through the cold rain and brisk winds and heads into the Dahlia entrance to see Emeric there at the table. He turns with a grin on his face, “how did I know you wouldn’t of wasted a second to figure what happened with the Queen.”

The leader and Chance have a warriors handshake, a wet one from the weather, and he nods to the offices down a level to have him go gear up for the day.

Getting back to the main area Chance sees Harlow, Killian, Bastian, Emeric and Valentine sitting there. He can also hear Carver arguing outside about coming inside, “it’s flippin wet and cold man!”

It is obvious the rest of the Dahlia got sent to the main compound.

Walking to the table, geared up and armed to the teeth, they all clap a bit and give the large man a warriors handshake. Even Valentine gives him a hand shake, which surprised him.

Shaking his head all the while knowing damn well this is not going to go over well, with Velencia being at the heart of it, hell Rawek was vital too. He ponders whether he needs to append his story to compensate for the Black Wards ignorance or not.

A silence breaks over the group as they look at each other, then Harlow snorts, crosses her arms, “as usual, I guess we have to drag it out of you, damn I thought Valentine was secretive…” she muses giving the Assassin a quick glance.

“You won’t like it most likely,” he says shaking his head a little, then Chance looks at everyone, “so be ready for this one.”

The Champion talks of the inquiry into the poison which led him to Velencia, which led him to the new temple, which led him to a small preparation room that was temporarily turned into a nursery and the discovery of the Prince.

Bastian was grinning ear to ear, loving every word. Killian seemed to be in the same mind frame, smiling and nodding his head. Harlow’s eyes bulged a few times, scolded Chance for just telling people the Queen was poisoned, and Valentine sighed what seemed 20 times and shook her head even more. Emeric just had a “yeah, thats Chance for you” look on his face the entire time.

The big Goliath looks at everyone just about ready to burst when Harlow glances over, “Yes, yes, Killian, he really does spice things up.”

Laughter starts as everyone has smiles and is thankful the Queen is alright and the heir apparent is healthy.

Harlow then leans forward and Killians eyes grow, trying to get a little peak. Her cleavage does not go unnoticed as Chance was also discreetly trying to look and the Goliath and Half Elf both caught each other, with a smirk and giggle. The rest of the room curious what that was all about.

“So what you are telling us…” Harlow says looking up to the Champion, slowly shaking her head, “is that Animax and Finster had Velencia and Lady Charota ‘teleport’ the Prince out of the Queen who was poisoned by who knows who, and Rawek had to cast an aging spell to complete the ritual because the child was too young to live otherwise?”

Chance gives her a long look, smirk growing, with a tilt of his head he says “yup.”

“This doesn’t leave this room, got it?” Harlow says, standing straight, pulling down her shirt a bit, looking at everyone, “tell the Dahlia, but no one else.”

Chance looks around innocently and it does not go unnoticed, “Chance? I already scolded you but… who else have you told?” Harlow barbs pointing at him.

“Khamyra. Told her all about it over a glass of Cheri last night,” Chance says giving a little smirk remembering how cozy that was.

Bastian furries his brow, “From the Wedding? The one I gave you, oh its so delicious…”

The tall quarter elf nods with a smile, “yes, yes, I only drink it on special occasions and…”

“Well then, if Khamyra is all, lets not make it anymore than her,” Harlow says eyes wide, shaking her head at the rapport the Bastian and Chance have. She turns and smirks a little secretly loving the fact everyone in her “ward” always seem to get close and they care for each other.

The group leaves and the Dahlia heads up. Chance tells them what happened and everyone cheers a little and the Quarter elf then lets everyone know to keep their mouths shut.

There are a few things going on, with the civil war breaking out in the Onyx Elf regime, that seems to dominate the talk for the morning meeting. The High Regent Celinia is barely hanging on, and the resurgence is winning way too many of the battles, not only in the name of violence but in Political means.

The mysterious do-gooder vigilante that is roaming around Camerondale is talked about and everyone kids around that it might be Chance, but he squelches that talking about Wife, Kids and the fact he would probably brag to them about nailing some of the criminals that were caught. He can’t help but notice, it is impressive, a few of the people assaulted, apprehended and even killed were fugitives for quite some time and have a reputation. It is also rumored that this person uses some magic as well.

Emeric decides Dahlia should head out, and have a look at a few spots the “do-gooder” was scene last but it is hindered by the bad weather. Any kind of tracking was squelched with the rains and any leads seemed to follow suit. They head back and shortly after Emeric calls the day.

Chance gets home and dries off, spends some time with the Kids, Khamyra and Novie. Then a nice little hour by the fireplace snuggling with his wife.

“So, you mentioned we had to see Velencia soon?” Chance says giving his wife a look and a frown.

She nods, “yeah she said it had to do with some big meeting coming up and Dazzler,” the Dark elf finishes scrunching her nose.

Chance is nodding his head, “Dazzler, I know that name, Cullun talked about her, Finster’s girl or something.”

“The lore and history is pretty fuzzy on that, even when I asked Cullun, he said he would have to look into some more information,” the Onyx Elf says, snuggling even more into the large man, “and this meeting. She said it was a big meeting.”

Shaking his head he realized its much to late for thinking. He stands up to Khamyra’s annoyance, looks out the living room entrance, grabs another blanket and covers the both of them. They have laughs, snuggles and make love under the blanket by the fireplace.

Forge Ahead : Two Days : This Temple Is… Amazing

A few days pass by, and eventually Khamyra and Chance find their way to the new temple.

“You are going to be floored,” Chance says dressed in his usual black Dahlia simple outfit.

The Onyx Elf dressed in a black and red outfit, skin tight with some furs about, leather and of course component pouches. She nods her head, wide eyed already hearing a ton of information about it, from her husband and few fleeting things with messages she gets from Velencia.

Shemrata meets them in the courtyard leading to the large temporarily hidden temple.

It was an unseasonably warm day that brightened the spirits of everyone. The sky was almost all clear and puffy clouds rolled by. A nice wind swept by and Khamyra sighed feeling the perfect temperature hit her cheeks.

“She has been waiting for you for a few days,” Shem says giving them a look, and Chance knows that look, “so, just let her rant and get it out…”

Khamyra chuckles as she is lead through the makeshift wall that leads into the temple.

The Onyx Elf stutters to a halt looking wide eyed, “By Finster… oh my,” she says looking about completely amazed by the elaborate entrance.

Looks like construction was done and it was magnificent. The pillars holding the entrance up was perfect, smooth marble, the floors a wonderful mix white marble, with a path of white cobblestone leading to the double doors. The path splits and in the center there is a statue of sorts, with the symbol of Finster prominent.

They walk through huge double doors where Khamyra was stunned and amazed, “this is… gorgeous, and amazing.”

She walks slowly to the statue of Finster and she kneels, tears starting to well up as she has a moment with her Lord.

“So anything exciting happen lately,” the Odius says quietly giving the Quarter Elf a playful nudge, as they stand a bit off letting the Warlock have a moment with her Lord.

He shakes his head, then chuckles, “Me and Khamyra made love by the fireplace last night…”

Shemrata looks down, chuckling a little glances to the Champion, “That is exciting for you Champ?”

He nods his head, blushing, “she is incredible,” chance finishes staring at the love of his life and smiling away, even giggling a little.

“Well, alright then, too much information, but I asked for it didn’t I?” The Legion says giving him a push seeing Khamyra off her knee and looking to the one side of the Temple.

The Warlock is holding back a giggle, “you have to be kidding me, really?” She says looking back at Chance and Shemrata walking towards her with a smirk. She points at the Statue of Velencia.

Chance nods then double takes, smiles real wide. “now… That’s the bitch I know,” nodding his head in approval at the new statue that has a dipping cleavage line, big boobs, shaved hair, tattoo’s and a high slit up her dress.

The big Odius nudges the Champion, “I know this was like her 15th version, and none of them fit her until this one,” she says nodding towards the statue.

Then it hits the Champion, knowing what is on the other side of this temple area, and he grabs Khamyra’s arm softly, “OK, we seen everything lets head up to the top floor.”

A loud laugh erupts from Shemrata, “really, that’s everything?” She says glancing over at the Statue of the Champion himself.

Khamyra a little confused, glances over, double takes and her jaw drops, “what the…”

Chance sighs loudly and gives the Odius a playful finger wag.

The Onyx elf stands there a small smirk on her face, “this is really good, its so you, and your little smirk too,” she says giving it a touch and nod, “shocking, figured Velencia would give you a tentacle coming out your head or something.”

“Or his pants,” the Odius blurts out and covers her mouth starting to laugh. All three laugh and it echoes through out the chamber.

Everyone looks up the giant spiral stairs hearing footsteps. They hear Velencia’s unmistakable voice, “finally come to see me? Bored, had nothing better to do?”

Shem gives everyone a look as to say, “just let her do her thing alright?”

The couple starts up the stairs to the glower of Velencia, she waves them on to the top.

Walking the stairs you can look out these massive windows and you can see the rolling hills, the mostly dead trees from the late fall and the blue skies and puffy clouds.

“Vel, hun, this is, amazing,” Khamyra says reaching the top and then being even more blown away, “by Finster, Vel…”

With the light shining in, it is no place of darkness and shadows. It is bright, shiny, perfect and relaxing almost. Khamyra is walking to the middle looking around.

The Onyx elf twirls around, almost falling over and looks to one of her best friends, “this. This is amazing!”

Walking to Velencia, the hard nosed High Priestess starts to soften every step she gets closer and a smile goes across her face as they embrace.

“Not to be the old hag…” Velencia says, giving Chance a sharp glance knowing he was ready to wind up a barb, “but I needed to see you guys, it’s important, and it took you three days?”

Chance sighs and looks down, and before the Priestess could fire something at him, he responds, “Yeah, sorry about that. We should do better and we will do better,” he finishes off looking to his wife who looks a little ashamed and nods her head.

Confused by the Champions admittance, she gets her self situated. “Well, Finster has been sending me visions of his late wife Dazzler. I am not sure if the poor guy is just having a wet dream because he misses her or what,” she says with a slight chuckle.

The Champion walks over and sits in one of the luxurious sofa’s, Khamyra is walking to massive windows, and Velencia seems to be getting annoyed at the Warlock.

“What do you know about her?” Chance asks, now his attention directly to the Priestess and she double takes wondering why the Chump is being so cooperative today.

Shaking her head, “enough I guess,” she starts, sits in a gorgeous felt chair, leans back smirking, “love of his life, a definite Chance and Khamyra type of love…”

The Warlock swings around and walks to the Priestess, “a Chance and Khamyra kind of love?” she says almost blushing.

Nodding her head, Velencia continues, “I am fuzzy where they truly met, but I know she saved his life. They fought a lot, her being good and him being evil of course.”

“Wonder if seeing me and Khamyra got Finsters underside all riled up?” Chance says somewhat quietly, talking to himself, “A Chance and Khamyra kind of love…” He finishes with a huge smile wondering if that is how people see them.

The Priestess shrugs her shoulders and beckons for a Monk, or Priestess or whatever these new found people are roaming the temple doing Velencia’s bidding. Shortly after Mint Water was given to each of them.

“We have the top leaders of the Finster, well, Cults I guess coming in next weekend. So I will need you guys around for that,” she says with a bit of open eyes, then glancing to Chance, “especially you, they are coming to meet you mostly…”

Oddly, the Priestess says this with a bit of disappointment as she looks down in her glass.

A hug comes from behind the Priestess and the Warlock embraces her, “they will come for your boobs too, Vel, I mean you have them in stone down in the temple now too!”

Velencia, who has perfected the resting bitch face slowly shakes her head, small smile growing.

“You can thank your perverted husband for that,” she barbs back, pointing to the now surprised tall quarter elf in mid sip, “he said my boobs should be out for all to see!”

Chance being a little shocked, then starts looking innocently around, he takes a hard gulp. “Are these couches new? They are really soft…” saying it trying to change the subject.

Surprisingly Velencia starts to giggle and Khamyra has wide eyes walking towards the Champion, her finger wagging.

“All five, possibly six leading Priests and Priestesses will be in the same room for the first time ever, and I for one am not looking forward to it really,” Velencia says taking a gulp of what looks to be something a bit more than mint water, “but it has to be done.

Chance scrunches his forehead, “five? Six? I know of Enoch, but none others…”

Khamyra plops down on the couch next to her husband and looks a little confused, “I know of Enoch, Jericho and well, Monkangu…”

The High Priestess nods and goes down the list.

• Velencia: High Priestess / Patriarch / East – Tempest: Hamza
• Enoch: High Priest / North- North East – Tempest: Morwenna
• Jericho: High Priest / South West – Tempest: Micah
• Sable: High Priestess / Central, Priestess: Maxine – Tempest: Keturah
• Monkangu: Warrior Priest / South West Tempest: Elphina
• Zachariah: Priest / Unknown Tempest: None (3 clones)

She seems a little flustered, “so much to go over, there are vast areas of Legon we do not have any representation in and I am unsure how we are going to tackle that,” she says, finishing up her drink with a big gulp.

Khamyra puts her hands in between her thighs and is leaning forward, “is Elphina still Mon’s Tempest?” Asking that in an almost meek fashion.

The Priestess and Warlock stare at each other for a long while with smirks growing on their faces.

Shaking his head, “nothing good ever comes from these long stares you two have,” Chance finishes off with a sigh.

“So far I just want them to meet you two, but I think we should do it separately, and…” Velencia starts in but gets interrupted.

“Alone?” Chance says almost shocked, “I, well, I am not good at talking and…”

As she was interrupted, so was the Champ, “We all know that Chump, you couldn’t string two sentences together without stroking out,” The Priestess finishes with a grin and wild eyes.

A loud sigh erupts from Chance and he nods his head much to the thankfulness of Khamyra, she does not want to referee another conflict between these two.

“You can talk with them for a bit, then we will bring you up Brown eyes, and you can talk with them too, I am sure they will have lots of questions,” The Priestess says looking down at her empty glass.

Standing up, Velencia looks over to Chance, “Enoch and Jericho should be fine, but Monkangu might be a little much and Sable, you will not like her tempest. Not at all.”

Glancing over to his wife who almost looks embarrassed he looks back to Velencia, “fine, but lets have it, the whole story,” finishing that out with a little authority knowing full well there is more to this than is being told to him, and he probably isn’t going to like this.

“Well, Mankangu is…” the black haired woman says, smirking, glances at Khamyra for the 10th time, “Khamyra’s old crush eh?”

The Dark Elf stands and looks to Chance who slowly looks over to her and says, “I thought you only slept with 4 people?”

A bit shocked by that comment Khamyra continues with a giggle, “yes my dear, a man I will never mention, Mankangu, Whitlock and you.”

Nodding his head the Champ then looks back over to Velencia who is smirking ear to ear if that is possible, he asks, “what about Sables Tempest?”

“She is a split-jaw, a very eccentric, wild, unpredictable split-jaw,” the Priestess says, looking down a bit wondering how she is going to keep this group from not killing each other.

Velencia walks up to Chance, looks him in the eye, “I will need you to be on point, no spacing out, no rambling on, alright?”

Chance nods his head, frowns a bit.

“Are all the Tempests kind of, like, out of their mind or wacko or something?’ The tall quarter elf says wondering if that is a requisite for the position.

The Priestess shakes her head, “I have Hamza, and despite his follies of late he is by far the smartest Tempest out there, I valued that over the craziness. Plus I have people like Shemrata and Rafferty for the craziness, plus the other circus shows that have been arriving at my doorstep.”

Chance scrunches his forehead looking confused.

“That Helissa? Lady Charota? That self proclaimed Moon elf?” Khamyra says giving her husband a side look.

“I guess talking about Dazzler is a moot point right now, it just seems to be somewhere in all his dreams,” the shaved headed woman says, standing up looking around for her servants.

Chance finishes off his drink, “so when is this, meeting, going to take place?”

She sighs heavily, “I already said next weekend you dolt,” she fires back immediately.

“Oh,” he says blushing slightly, “I guess you did.”

Khamyra stands up, “we are here for you my Priestess, whatever you need,” she says, then looks right at the Champion, “did looking at her stone titties really affect you that much?”

The huge open air lounge echoes from the High Priestesses laugh, and a red faced Champion blushing at his wife’s fun antics.

Forge Ahead: Next Day : You want to meet who now?

The next day dawns on a very cold day and what seems to be the first few snowflakes being almost in the month of Harrowreap.

Chance is huddled around the meeting table of the Dahlia going over the many things now going on; clearing of the sub-dungeons under Camerondale, the vigilante, among other things.

Everyone glances to the double doors and a runner is heading up the stairs, skitters to a halt seeing everyone staring at him.

“Um, yeah, I have a message from the King for…” he says, pursing his mouth and goes to look down at his notes.

The room erupts with the name, “Chance!” mostly in jest, followed by a few giggles and sighs.

Shrugging his shoulder, Chance walks to the man, grabs the note. The runner turns and leaves down the stairs.

Before Chance could look at it, “Go Chance, we are just reviewing things for the morning. Do what you have to,” Emeric says giving the tall man a playful, yet annoyed look.

The Champion makes his way out of the compound, The streets having a few flakes flying, but it is bustling with people doing their everyday chores and work. He heads into the Castle and into the throne room. It is crowded in the throne room, the entire royal party present and even a few faces he did not recognize.

Cassies eyes light up and big smile, “Chance! That was quick!” She stutters to a halt and gives him a playful look.

The Champion shaking his head walks up to the Baroness and gives her a big hug, whispers, “just don’t, say it.” He finishes with a chuckle.

After pleasantries are exchanged with the rest of the party, Bozutto gives him an apprehensive look. “So, what do you think?”

“About what, M’Lord?” the Champion says raising an eyebrow.

The young King looks around then back to him, “the note?”

Eyes bulging he fumbles around, finds the note and reads it.

“Chance, need to speak to you about meeting Velencia, whats our best way to do it? Let’s keep it quiet alright? B.”

Chance slowly looks up to Bozutto with wide eyes and a bit of fear, “uh, M’Lord, I… uhhh,” he stutters slowly shaking his head.

“You didn’t even read the note did you?” the King says in a unsurprised tone and a chuckle, “of course you didn’t. Come lets take a quick walk.”

Blushing a little, Chance turns and almost runs into a middle aged man he has never met before, he looks up and way up, he is a bit short.

“Oh Chance this is Jrude Javaskin, he is our new treasurer, started what a week ago?” the King says smiling a bit.

He nods, “almost 3 M’Lord, but yes I am fairly new,” he responds in an elegant voice and a nod of his head.

“Nice to meet you Jrude, I will try to, umm, stay out of your way for the most part,” the Champion responds blushing a bit from the run in.

Jrude nods, pats his arm and walks past him.

The two make it to the Royal hallways with no one but a guard at the far end.

“Would of loved to take a stroll in the gardens, but it’s friggen cold out there already,” the blonde King says shivering a bit, “I lived in a frozen Kingdom for all of my life, you’d think I’d be used to it.”

Chuckling a bit, “I lived in just the opposite, M’Lord, but doesn’t matter much, can’t feel temperature anymore due to, well, recent events,” Chance finishes looking about the luxurious surroundings; remembering how he had to run for that room and save the Queens life.

“Both me and Affinity want to meet Velencia and thank her,” the King starts in only to get interrupted.

Chance is white as a ghost, eyes bulging mouth open. “Have you both lost your senses, this is, Velencia, Scurge of the East, butthole of Finsters power, she is….” Chance blurts out but himself gets interrupted with a loud laugh and a hand to his arm.

Almost doubled over, “Butthole… (gasp) of Finsters (giggle) power? Really?” Bozutto spits out, looking much more like a school yard kid than a King right now.

After getting himself situated again, red faced and wiping a tear away, “we both want to meet her, she gave us our son, the heir to the throne, the future to this Kingdom, that deserves at least a meeting,” the King says straightening up a bit, “maybe give her a gift or something.”

Shaking his head not sure how to answer this, he gives the King a side wards glance.

Bozutto scoffs, “I know Chance, I know, but if you are there and we can take a few 4 stars with us, plus Cassie already knows her, I think we will be pretty safe,” he responds giving the Quarter Elf a look, “we can’t meet in Camerondale and we for sure can’t meet at her place.”

After a long moment, Chance perks up a bit, “how about my old house in Grayshale? It’s neutral for the most part and you both are familiar with it?”

The King nods his head, smiles, “actually yes, that would be perfect really. You can be useful,sometimes…” finishing off with a bit of muse.

Nodding his head, then snapping his head to the King with a playful hurt look.

“Are you absolutely positive that you want…” is all that Chance got out looking at the King.

The young King has wide eyes, “this is much more for your Queen, Champion,” nodding his head.

Chance chuckles, “oh brother she is my Queen now huh?”

“Let’s make it tomorrow, I don’t want this lingering on and I don’t want to fight the weather either,” Bozutto says with a bit of authority.

After a few more anecdotes, the Champion heads back to work and dreading the fact this meeting is going to happen.

Heading into the room, it looks like the group was on a break and they were not engaged in anything, Chance goes to Emeric and tells him he has to visit Velencia. The Leader nods his head and Chance is off to the new Temple of Finster.

Upon arrival, Hamza is out and about yelling at the guards for some reason, “you better remember, its like you lost your heads or something… You will not have to worry next time, you will no longer have what you can misplace, do you understand?”

They are straight, scared and at attention. They all scurry off as Chance approaches.

“Damn, Hamza, glad I don’t work for you, ” the Champion says giving the Tempest a warriors handshake.

He sighs, “yeah, we can’t be caught off guard, rumors all about and I am sure that fucknut Animax already knows this place is being built. I mean we are allies at some sort, but still… don’t need this shit,” the Tempest finishes off with a shake of his head.

“Should we get the cleaners?” Hamza says with a slight smile.

Confused the Champion looks at him, “say what now?”

“Visiting Velencia, get someone to mop up the blood?” The shorter stocky man says with a bit of whip.

“Nope, just point me in the right direction,” he says glancing down at the Tempest.

Points to the entrance to her compound this time, “probably still eating breakfast, hope she had her beanwater,” he finishes giving him wild eyes as he walks off.

After a long walk the Champion makes it to the compound and Raevyn is standing staring at the tall quarter elf, “M’lord? uh, have you grown?”

Giving the skinny mini-Velencia a soft smile, “probably, it just seems… to happen, why…” he continues to say but gets interrupted by a voice coming from the “war room.”

“Let Chump in here, might as well ruin my day already,” is heard and it was unmistakably Velencia.

Raven walks away quickly and Chance walks into the War Room to see Velencia dressed down a bit, looking over things. Rawek on his usual stool and a few Clerics, and workers going through things. Seems to be a pretty busy morning.

Velencia looks around and then back to you, “yeah this is, Ghalten, helping out with things…”

An Odius at an adjacent table, older, well dressed and dignified. He glances to the Champion, smiles and nods to him.

Chance double takes and nods back, almost reminding him of Cullun.

With a large sigh, “what, what is it chump?” She blurts out between taking a gulp of Beanwater and working on a parchment.

The large man walks over to her, hands her an official note from the Camerondale Royal Family.

Giving him a worried eye, rips it out of his hand and opens it. A smile grows and grows.

“Really,” she says with a snarky undertone, “they want to meet me, and feather butt over here?” She finishes off thumbing in the direction of Rawek.

The bird man squawks a little glancing over, stops leafing through a book to figure out what the Priestess is talking about.

Chance, the best resting bitch face he could muster just nods his head that quickly turns into a shake of his head. “I can send them your regrets… well, no that could take years to go through.”

Rawek half chirp half laugh, “No my Champion, it would be the shortest list that you would ever receive. It would be blank,” the man finishes off with what seems a cough.

Velencia nods her head, smirk on her face, “We will see them tomorrow then,” the beautiful evil Priestess says flipping the note across the table, finishing off with an amused look.

With a long sigh, “this. This will not end well will it?” the tall man finishes glancing up to the Priestess.

Her eyes turn to slits, “if you can make it through this up coming meeting without being your dumb-ass self, then I will behave myself for this little, rendezvous,” the woman finishes leaning in a little to her stare.

A small snort erupts from the tall man, “agreed. Consider it done. See you there.”

Chance turns, leaves the room, the compound and heads back for Camerondale.

But can’t shake this sinking feeling.

Forge Ahead: One Day : I Like Her

Chance has spent almost half a day coordinating the efforts to arrange this historic meeting; The King and Queen of the most powerful Kingdom on Legon with quite possibly the most evil, most powerful woman on Legon.

The Dahlia has agreed to be the security, with Cassie and Xavier by their side it seems like it would be safe enough, Chance thinks but has something in the pit of his stomach.

Bozzuto standing in the living room of the Champions old home, looks about and chuckles. “Chance, I always liked this place, but you are in a place that is way different now…”

The Champion looks to his King and nods.

He walks to the tall man and the young King leans in, “I know this is nerve wracking for all of us, but you look particularly worried,” he finishes with a bit of worry in his voice as well.

Chance digs deep and realizes that he needs to keep his King and Queen safe and, well, sane.

“M’lord, it’s just Velencia. I would bet my life that she does not try anything, we need to have the Finster religion to flourish and turning you into a toad, probably would be a large detour from that,” the quarter elf finishes with a bit of muse.

He smiles nods his head, turns to walk away and pauses, “wait, can she turn people into Toads?”

Chance smirks, “that would be much nicer than what she can really do.”

The door opens by two guards, in walks a welcome sight for Chance, his gorgeous wife. She stops bows in front of Bozutto and now Affinity who has made her way to the Livingroom.

“My love, you are needed outside,” nodding her had back to the door with wide eyes.

The Champion sighs loud, nods his head and gives his wife a loving look.

At the end of the walkway stands four characters, ones he knew well, ones he hoped would never meet the characters he knows on the inside. He walks to them.

Fully cloaked, the Priestess steps forward, “well, look who it is, are we to be arrested?” she says with almost a nervous chuckle, glancing to each side seeing easily 10-15 guards that are now taking notice.

Chance looks at the guards, “stand down now. I will escort them in now,” he says glancing over to one of the only 5 stars in the army. He nods and waves a few of his guards away.

“Who do we have?” Chance says tongue in cheek, glancing at all four with hoods on their faces, already really knowing.

“Chump, don’t be cute, Its Shemmy, Rawek and Hamza, let’s get this over with ok?” She barbs back in her usual Velencia barb.

He waves them on and they walk into the house. The King and Queen stand at the far end of the Living Room, Cassie and Xavier sandwich them along with Killian in the Kitchen keeping a close eye on things.

Like a stand off, the four Royals square up on the Four Finster disciples.

Velencia flips her hood back and unbuckles her cloak to unveil a very revealing black dress, boobs pushed up, slit in her dress way too high. Her beautiful blue eyes beaming and her mohawk as intimidating as ever.

The Queen seems to be calm, but stares at the Priestess. Bozutto is flustered seeing this larger than life woman in front of him.

Chance steps to the middle, “introductions M’Lord?” glancing to the King.

He nods his head, “I am King Bozutto Roche, this is Queen Affinity, Duke Xavier, and I already think you know the Baroness.

Velencia and Cassies eyes meet and they nod to each other.

Chance looks over and goes to say something, but gets interrupted, “I got this Chump,” she says with a snark.

The Champion rolls his eyes, and steps back to the side.

“I am Velencia, High Priestess of Finster,” she says with obvious sarcasm, bows mockingly.

She looks to her right, “This is Hamza, my Tempest,” handing her over coat to him.

Hamza unveils his face and slightly bows to them, thankfully not enough to piss off the Priestess.

Then she looks to her left, “This is one of my leads, Shemrata, a Legion Odius,” finishing off with a big smile waiting for it.

Shemrata unveils her head, it is always a shock seeing her, she is beautiful as much as she is intimidating. The King and Queen try not to jump, having been informed by the Champion that this is what was to be expected.

But a few guards in the house jump and unsheathe their weapon.

Chance turns into his Champion form, staying a bit aways from Affinity and Cassie knowing it affects them.

“Sheathe your weapons now,” he says in a deep growl, “while you still have arms to sheathe them.”

Both Affinity and Cassie glance to him with a “really?” look.

Velencia sees that and has to suppress a chuckle. She then waves someone forward and a figure barely 4 feet in height, in a raggedy outfit, beak hanging out.

“Rawek, Invoker of the first ring,” she finishes with a snide tone, glancing down.

“My pleasure, M’lord and M’Lady,” he says bowing his head a bit, and leaning heavily on his staff.

The room is silent, stiff, staring at what could be the most dangerous person, thing, on Legon.

“Now that intro’s are done? Whaddya want?” Velencia says with an antagonizing tone.

Without warning, the Queen dressed in a gorgeous white and gold dress, elegant white fur scarf and her crown prominently on her flowing blonde hair. Affinity walks to the Priestess and stands directly in front of her. The Queen is staring at this woman, jaw clenching a little.

Confused, Velencia looks around a little and back to the gorgeous radiating woman in front of her.

With precision and force Affinity slaps the Priestess across the face, the sound echoes through the house while everyone has wide eyes and slack jaws.

Chances body went numb, looking at the two in a face off, Velencia slowly turning to her with wide eyes and a bit of anger.

“That,” Affinity says with a little force, “was for the Summer Isles,” she finishes with a growl, her eyes burning through this evil woman.

Velencia is rubbing her cheek looking at this gorgeous radiating woman remembering what she did to her on the isles, the anger in her face drains and a small sigh, “yeah, I deserved that…” she says hesitantly.

Chances stomach settles and he smiles wide remembering Velencia loves the show of force, the idea of power and confidence, in fact she might of just fell in love with her, he thinks musingly.

Bozutto is stiff as a board staring at his renegade wife, looking over to Cassie who has a surprisingly calmer look on her face than he thought she should have and that calms him down.

Affinity then grabs the Priestesses hand and kisses, again to the surprise of the Priestess. “That is for my son,” she says nodding her head a bit, turns and walks back to her husbands side.

“Well, now that… that is over,” Chance says stepping forward, he walks to the King, “M’lord?”

Looking a little pale, Bozutto gets a scroll from a scribe who looks to be shitting himself, and he hands that scroll back to Chance.

“We wanted to offer you a gift for your efforts in Breakwater, Cassie said you fought like 10 men,” the King says, trying to be as flowery as he can be.

Velencia scoffs, “men? ten, men?” she says eyes getting wider.

Cassie smirks and suppresses a chuckle, and Affinity trying to keep face just stands there, bitch face installed.

Chance jams the scroll into the Priestesses gut, “yeah, if he said you fought like 10 sluts I am sure that would of been a lot more accurate,” he says softly with jest.

“Thanks!’ she all but yells ripping the scroll out of his hands, she opens it in a huff, and she smiles a little and chuckles.

Looking to the leaders she nods, “well, thanks I guess.” she says with a shoulder shrug and passes the scroll on to Hamza who is fumbling with things.

“Well we can’t excuse your crimes in this land or others, but that is something we can figure out later,” Boz says looking towards the Priestess gauging her reaction.

As usual, she is feigning interest, looking about shrugging her shoulder. Shemrata is sniffing the air now smelling the roast boar that was brought in back. Hamza has finally got a hold of things and Rawek is leaning on his staff, staring at the floor; he does not look good.

“This is for saving our Son,” Bozutto says showing another scroll. Chance goes and grabs it, turns and Velencia was ready for it, rips it out of his hands, giving the tall man a growl.

Bozutto chuckles, “wouldn’t expect anything less between you two,” he finishes not looking at anyone and to the floor.

Velencia steps back and opens the scroll. A look of amazement washes over her face, glances to the King and Queen a few times, shakes her head and is re-reading the scroll.

The room is dead quiet, Bozutto raising his eyebrow a bit. Affinity has not changed her stance on anything since the beginning, looking like a statue except for her little slap of the slut.

Velencia hands the Scroll to Hamza, takes a step forward and takes a knee. “M’lord, M’lady, I thank you.”

Shemrata’s eyes get comically wide, Rawek chirps a little turning his head and Hamza all but dropped the scrolls all over.

“what the fuck was on that scroll?” Chance mumbles to himself, looking over to Khamyra standing way back, shocked and giving her husband an odd look. They exchange shoulder shrugs.

Everyone in the room is shell shocked, “rise Priestess, it was to be inevitable, but why not do this the right way with all of us on the same page and working together?”

The overly sexed up Priestess stands and nods her head, “I could not agree more.”

The King glances back to Killian and he nods his head, Boz looks back, “then lets have a quick lunch to celebrate this moment, and we can all get back to doing…” he pauses looks around, chuckles, “whatever we do I guess.”

The back door opens up and in comes in tons of food. Servants and the like. Bozutto walks to Cassie and Affinity with Xavier joining in. Chance walks to the Priestess who is stunned.

“That. That I never thought I would see except to Finster himself,” he says looking to this evil woman, with Chances wife walking to him, putting her arm around his waist.

Hamza stumbles, hands Chance the Scroll.

Chance opens it, and a huge smile crosses his face. A declaration of a new accepted, official religion for Camerondale; Finster’s. It will start when the “secret” temple is finished and they hold their first service.

With this declaration most Kingdoms will follow, though Magus Orion already has declared it thanks to Chance.

Chance glances at the other scroll, and it says that the Temple and the compound area is officially owned by Velencia.

Velencia and Khamyra hug and if you didn’t know any better the Priestess was trying to hold back her tears. She rarely cries but when something comes about that she worked so hard for she sometimes can’t stop them.

Chance steps forward, “aww, Vel, come on give me some love,” the Large man says opening his arms up making Velencia’s eyes bulge and she pushes him hard, “get bent Chump, and… don’t call me vel!”

Affinity looks past her husband to the Champion and Priestess and finally shows a smirk, “man, those two really don’t like each other, eh?”

The afternoon moves on with Affinity thanking Rawek who was so lost with this whole event.

Shemrata ripping through the food loving it, trying not to be too messy.

Xavier was trying to talk with her only to get weird looks and a tail that comes out, in fun, but it brings out some swords and a few guards frayed nerves.

“sorry, sorry, just having a little fun,” the tall beast woman says giving the Duke a sidewards glance, also noticing the Priestess glaring at her.

Shemrata is realizing this Duke is really curious about her. She chuckles a bit, figuring there are two types of people, one that will shit themselves, and another who are fascinated to no end.

“So have you killed any one with that tail?” Xavier says glancing at the tail as it slowly make its way under the cloak and to the “tie up” that she always wears.

“Yeah, kind of a lot,” she smirks, and the Odius continues, “its pretty easy because they rarely expect it.”

Chance overhearing the conversation gulps down some fruit juice and walks over, “don’t forget about old slim…” he finishes with a smirk.

Xavier looks at the both of them, and it took a second but once Shemrata realized who he was talking about she lets out a laugh and a nod of her head. She recants the tale.

Killian finishing up his food, steps over to Chance who is still keeping an eye on things, leans in, “so does Velencia always dress like that?”

The Champion chuckles and nods his head, “yeah, she does. Since Finster granted her more youth I’ve noticed things are smoother, and well… tighter,” Chance says stopping himself and shaking his head.

Glancing over to the Priestess who is chatting with Cassie he smiles, “If I wasn’t married, she could find out what Black Ward is all about.”

Patting his shoulder, Chance barbs back, “she already does you big lug, she already does.”

Eyes bulging this Goliath looks at chance wondering exactly what he meant by that.

“I think she might be in love with you now,” Chance says standing next to the Queen, leaning in being quiet.

Giving the tall man a wild side glance, “Oh, I am sure of it, once the tattoo of my hands leaves her face, I think it is still red.”

Shaking his head, “you could not of done anything more that would of given the Priestess a reason to respect you,” the tall man finishes out.

Sighing and glancing up to the man, “is that like a kink?”

A loud laugh erupts from Chance making everyone glance over with a smile.

“No. But she hates weakness, she hates indecisions, and you letting her have it, in front of everyone, growling too I might add, made her respect you and is looking at you in a different light,” Chance finishes out smiling a bit.

The Blonde woman leans into him a bit, “well, good… but that bitch deserved it.”

Chance starts to chuckle with wide eyes and he gives her a playful hip bump.

Forge Ahead: One Week : Catch Her If You Can