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    Dawn Comes in the Afternoon - 10/10, afternoon, Taldorach - Open

    Karenna appreciated the chance to nap in the middle of the day. When the sun was at its highest in the sky, that was when Swaren could see the most. That was when the priestess felt that the world was safe enough for her to sleep. No doubt that the rest of the castle was likely alive and teeming with nervous tension. At least those that knew what was really at play inside the old river keep of her ancestors.

    Kivennah was likely passing the time with needlework, hatching a scheme as she fiddled with it. Dexter was no doubt growing impatient at the lack of action, and his delayed revenge. The servants, who were predominantly oblivious to the danger that surrounded them. But in the cellars...

    Renna could see the twins clearly when she dreamed. She knew of their presence, as sure as Kivi could feel them, even if she couldn't identify what it was that she was feeling. What role they would play, if any, in the coming conflict, Karenna couldn't be sure. If they could help, or could sense the coming peril, surely they would do what they could to defend their home. The priestess couldn't suppose what manifestation would be possible, if any at all. Nobody would know what would happen until...

    The horn blew, and the Chosen of Swaren's eyes snapped open. She lay there for a moment on top of the covers in her childhood bed, staring at the roughly painted ceiling. "Welcome home, cousins," she said with a sigh, before rolling over onto her side and letting her eyes fall closed once more.

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    The Sword of Summer had his men in position on the far side of the castle. It was ironic, in his mind at least, that the contingent of men he had gathered were primarily archers. When he had arrived in the village just opposite the river from Taldorach, he had found that to the man, his conscripts were versed in the bow. It was not a stretch to think that with hunting was the common source of food in the region, and therefor most of the men would be experienced with the weapon. But this also proved to be a disadvantage, as striking from a distance made it hard to tell who the enemy was.

    So when the horn was sounded, alerting the inhabitants and uninvited guests of the keep to Lexington and Larson's arrival, the archers let the trumpeter finish, and then immediately launched a volley in his direction. True that Percy could not distinguish which side every man was on, it had been decided among the villagers that anyone who sounded an alarm against the Caldoran twins could only be working for the enemy.

    A half dozen shafts pierced the sky, and to the Knight of Dawn's amazement it appeared that three struck true. The man who had announced the fracas' commencement tumbled to the floor behind the battlements, his fate unknown for now. Percy didn't believe he could have survived, but made a mental note of where the man would lie waiting should he encounter him later.

    For his part, the knight and the few sword wielders he had among his ranks began to storm toward the storm grate at the bottom of the southern wall. One of the men was carrying a large breaking bar, which Percy hoped would be strong enough to pry the metal lattice away from the fixtures in the stone. From what he could tell, it was the only way in that didn't involve blowing Lex and Larson's cover, or require scaling the flat stone facade of the keep. When the men got the bar situated between the metal rails of the grate, the six of them pressed their weight against it, grunting even as the iron groaned in reply. It didn't seem that it would break free, but it was bending...just far enough.

    "Just hold it," he told the others, and broke away from the group. Circling around, Percy squeezed himself between the metal and stone grateful that the men of the Reach were so sturdy. Once he was clear of danger, he looked at them. "Make your way toward the front. If the others need their retreat covered, you should be there to help them."

    One of the men was about to protest, but Percy was splashing up the bank of the river already, and one of the men released his grip on the bar, causing the others to be forced to drop it as the grate pulled violently against them in response.


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    House Caldoran Kivennah Caldoran's Avatar  

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    Enforced idleness chafed against Kivennah's nerves, concealed less than artfully in the ladylike pose of embroidery. The task occupied her hands and attention outwardly, allowing her mind to race unfettered with possibilities towards helping Renna to escape or pushing Remington down the main staircase. A myriad of ideas were conceived and discarded, each dismissed as impossible, improbable or far too risky under present circumstances. She could not, would not, put Renna at risk, though little enough concern was spared for herself. Kivi was prepared for any and all dangers to herself.

    Picking a stitch free, she frowned to herself. Remington was scarce at the moment, no doubt prowling about the grounds thanks to his mounting suspicions regarding her cousins' seeming delay in answering his demands. Her sister had gone to sleep, a respite Kivennah refused to grant herself at the moment. Trusting her instincts, she'd felt the presences from the cellars roaming about the castle, though she could put neither name nor intentions towards them. The one thing of which she was certain, however, was that Renna and she were in no danger from the presence.

    Before she could chase another rabbit of idea down its proverbial hole, the sound of a horn shimmered through the air, distracting her. Setting aside the embroidery, Kivennah rose to her feet and went to the window, straining for a glimpse of what was going on. As she did, a loud thump sounded overhead, making her jump. Impulse had her climbing onto the window seat, then standing to see what was out there. An exultant leap of her heart told her that the twins had arrived, and that they had not come alone. If her instincts rang true, Perceval was there with them.

    Delighted, she whirled to leap off the seat and seek out her sister. Karenna might know more; they needed to do what they could to support this and rid their home of the last taint of the Remingtons. "Renna! Wake up!"

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    House Caldoran Lexington Caldoran's Avatar  

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    The horn that announced their presence would have startled Lexington, had he not already been on the edge of his nerves. Now, though, so close to the confrontation and - he caught the unfortunate bugler's fall from the corner of his eye - the first blood spilled, that anxiety was turning into pure adrenaline. Shouts were heard within the walls as the twins dismounted, and Lexington handed the reins of his to a guard whose face he recognized. If this was a trap he was somewhat surprised that any of the usual guard was still allowed to maintain their post, but he supposed there was no better way to convince those on the outside that things were normal. "See to them, will you?" He clapped the man on the shoulder, an easy smile a contrast to the man's wary look. "There's a good chap."

    Their entry into the castle itself was unhindered, and Lexington looked around, trying to identify any changes or obvious traps - aside from the big one they'd just walked into. So far there was no obvious threat, but the absence of any of their family was a bit of a concern. Could they be too late? Renna had said their captor would cause them harm if they did not arrive within the fortnight, a deadline that they were well within. Still, a man who was rash enough to take an entire castle hostage was one who could hardly be trusted to hold true to his word.

    Briefly his mind went to Percival; he didn't hear anything to suggest that his fellow knight and whatever men he'd gathered had been discovered, and he could only hope that continued to be the case. If they were found out before the twins could make sure the others were safe, the whole thing could go tragic incredibly quickly. They needed to find whoever was behind all this, and secure the safety of their kin. Fast.

    Hand resting easily on the hilt of his sword, Lex looked to his brother, his eyes questioning what they should do. "Considering Karenna wrote and asked us to come, it's odd that nobody's here to greet us yet," he said, a little louder than strictly necessary. "I wonder what's keeping them?" It was a big castle, and if they'd have to go search for them it would take time they might not have. Perhaps simply by asking the question, they'd be provided with an answer in one form or another.

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    Taldorach had been busier than any time since their return, but the bustle never seemed to reach them in the cellars. After the incident with the minstrel a few months ago, the twins had done little adventuring beyond the safety of their subterranean dwelling. Kellavyn had noted the arrival of their sister, the one who had gone over to the light. Kellan was not sure if or when they should investigate her. She wielded the powers of Swaren, and as such was more dangerous to the mischievous servants of Mink-Asa.

    The sound of the horn had roused the tiny specter from her dreams, and she looked around the cellars nervously. The din of battle had never reached the walls of their home in her lifetime, and she had not expected them today. Kellavyn had risen from where she was sitting, and moved to join her, both unsure of what they should do, if anything. Moving to top of the far wall, the shimmering ghost stuck her head out to have a look around them. When she returned, she looked at her sister with a panic. "The Shield returns. He is alone." She had seen the urgency in Percivals movements, and turned toward the cellar door that led to the outside of the castle. She stared at the heavy iron bar that laid over the brackets, preventing anyone from entering. "Help him, we must."

    The twins had been learning to manipulate material objects, small ones. Nothing so large or as heavy as the iron bar. Mostly light things, such as checkers or candlesticks. But now they had to find a way. Kellan flew to the door and stared at the long cylindrical pipe with a raw determination. "We must, we must," she echoed to Kellavyn. As she reached to the metal, she was jolted by the sound of Percival's shoulder crashing into the closed entrance. "Wait you fool," she shouted, knowing that the knight could not hear her.

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    The priestess was already awake, despite her closed eyes. She had been listening intently to the sounds of the bustle. Karenna had noted the fall of the trumpeter. There could be no doubt that the battle would begin within the next few moments. Rolling onto her back, she looked up to her sister. "I am not asleep," she said calmly, before throwing her legs over the side of the bed and sitting up.

    Standing, Renna straightened her dress and sighed. "We can go to the door, but should wait until the men of Remington pass to the lower levels. Then we can see what is happening in relative safety." Karenna had the utmost faith in their saviors. The Knights of Dawn were the finest warriors in the land, and whatever men the mustered to bring with them, for surely she didn't expect her cousins to come alone, would be more than a match for whatever soldiers Dexter had with him. But she was not the warrior that Kivennah was. If her sister had a sword, she would already been in the hall, attempting to cut men down. Her sister was tired of death and loss and suffering. She would rather die than stand by and watch a battle take lives around her.

    As she waited by the door, she looked back to Kivi to see what she would do. Even the seemingly prescient priestess could not be certain what Kivenna would do. But whatever her sister decided, Karenna would go with her. They would face the day together.


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    The enforced wait was sure to drive Kivi more mad than before, yet she knew Renna was correct. They had to wait, else risk undoing all the plans that their cousins and Perceval made to ensure their safety. She compelled herself to calm, to draw in a slow breath and quiet her racing mind despite its shrieks urging her to fling the door wide and admit them to the welcoming halls of Taldorach as their saviors. That, she suspected, was precisely what Remington hoped they would, granting him an effective hostage with which to negotiate the salvaging of his skin.

    She'd sooner put a blade across her own throat than allow that to happen. Thus, she nodded to her sister, reaching over to clasp Karenna's hand tightly. Her eyes held a swirl of emotions that were barely kept in check - relief, that they'd come; fear, that they'd come; hope, that this was the end; anxiety, for the fighting to come. Kivennah was normally impeccable in self-control, but the recent times found that vaunted virtue failing her. Instead, she released her sister's hand and returned to the window in the hopes of catching sight of beloved faces.

    The sound of Lex's voice made her pause, glancing to Renna. Much as Kivennah desired to answer him, she knew she could not. Praying her cousin would forgive her the lapse in warm welcome, she bit her lip and waited as counseled. The next step was likely Remington's, for good or for ill.


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    Dexter was waiting. There was a patience about him that was clearly making the other men nervous, but he didn't concern himself with that. He simply waited. He waited, and listened, and waited some more. The girls no doubt new what the sounded horn meant, but as yet they had not raised their voice to summon their rescuers. The quiet bothered Remmington. The quiet was not a part of his plan.

    "Sir," the anxious officer looked to him. "We have the numbers. Now is the time to attack." His hand was on the hilt of his sword, as though he might be charging off to meet the enemy. Dexter only smiled.

    "It would be," he said, lifting his hand to the lit candle in front of him and flicking his fingers through the flame that danced about him, but didn't have enough time to burn the man. "If I had any intention of attacking," he added casually. The man's confusion was clear, and the former Lord of Laurie Hill shrugged in indifference. "The hostages are on the second floor. No doubt the enemy knows this, as they would expect us to take the higher ground, and to have the women close at hand. There is no need for us to engage them. We only need to let them reach their kin," he reasoned. Standing, he seemed to wait in anticipation of the messenger who would confirm this movement on the Caldorans' part.

    "Y-you," the man stammered for a moment. "You mean to torch the castle, and the enemy with it," the officer offered, receiving only a small nod of confirmation. His disappointment was clear, and Dex understood. No doubt a good amount of the men were planning on making a permanent home of the large keep on the river, after their victory. Remmington knew this wouldn't be possible. Once he killed the twins, any attempt to hold the keep would be met with the full force of King Cailen's knights, and that would inevitably end in his defeat. Victory and vengeance. Then vacate. It was the only sensible plan.

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    Kellavyn watched as her sister went through the wall, fear making her ghostly form shudder like a candle flame exposed to a breeze. Kellan's report brought no comfort, but she followed to the door. The iron bar in question was hundreds of times heavier than anything they'd tried shifting up to this point, and although Kellan moved with purpose, Kellavyn hung behind.

    It seemed hopeless. What did they know of the situation that had been called on by the horn, of the coming of their light-touched sister, of the knight now breaking himself against the door of their home? Was it now theirs to meddle in, when they could touch so little of the living world?

    Her twin's voice again, as she threw her mind at the bar, drove Kellavyn to her side. Percival's charge made the door shudder and screech, rusted iron protesting its sudden movements, and it was enough to shatter the concentration of anyone, even the dead. "Leave him be, and stand with me. Concentrate, with both our might, we might make the bar take flight." Kellavyn stilled herself, jumping only slightly when another crash shook the door, and she felt her twin do the same beside her. Alone they'd only moved match sticks and checker pieces, but now they had to hope that together their strength would be enough.

    Together they focused, their forms flickering as the energy shifted toward their hands. It felt like being torn apart, her hands outstretched to the metal bar just as her sister's were, both of them throwing everything they had at the task at hand. And then, the bar jumped. It was only a small movement, but it was enough to bolster Kellavyn, and they pushed even harder, the iron now grinding as it inched its way up.

    It was barely enough. But with one last crash of Percival's shoulder on the other side, the iron bar jolted and jumped, forced from its brackets and landing, with a resounding racket, onto the stone floor.

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    The Sword of Summer could feel the tiny vessels in his shoulder bursting as he crashed against the barrier over and over. The bruises were forming already, and it was clear that the door refused to buckle under the effort. But he didn't have time to find another way in. Had he not been so stubborn, insisting on keeping the short swords that he preferred, he'd be carrying the heavy broad sword that the Knights of Dawn were known for, and he'd already be climbing through the splintered door before him. But it was that stubbornness that saw him stepping back, getting ready to throw his body against the heavy wooden plank once more.

    When he bounced off the solid surface again, there was something different. Even over the soft din of battle, Percival could hear a clanking from the other side, and he stepped back to catch his breath. Taking a moment to look over his shoulder, he once again came to the realization that he was very much alone. But that was nothing new. He had been alone too long. And Kivi, the one person he wanted to be with, was on the other side of that door. Focusing on the handle of the door, Percy measured his strike for a moment, before gritting his teeth and putting his heel into the panel, hearing it crack, even as the hinges groaned. One more boot and the moldings snapped and the door swung open.

    An immediate blast of cold air caught the knight in the face, and he recoiled from the gust. Drawing his swords, he looked cautiously into the room before stepping through the threshold. A cursory glance was all it took for him to know that something was out of place. As the former Shield of Taldorach, Percy knew that the room was nothing but storage. But there was a checker board, that looked like it might be in the middle of a game. "Kivi," he called quietly. "Renna?" Perhaps this was where the women were being held. And had passed the time with the game. But he saw no sign of them. They had been moved. But to where? He was already moving to the stairway, seeking the answers to his questions.

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    Everything about this situation felt wrong. They'd been warned that this was going to be some sort of trap, but if that were the case, what was the trigger? It was this question that made the Knight hesitate, and hope that it wasn't the wrong move to make.

    His eyes met with his twin's, and he saw the same apprehension mirrored back at him. Any step could be the wrong one, but inaction was the worst of all. But which way? The castle sprawled, and even though there were men surrounding the grounds that would have been monumentally helpful in the search for the girls, they still had to appear to have come alone.

    They had announced their presence and none had acknowledged, not the girls nor their captors. That, in Lexington's mind, absolved them of the formalities of waiting for an open confrontation.

    In a conversation held mainly in glances and nods, the twins decided their course of action. Larson, moving quickly, bounded up the main staircase toward the second level. The sound of his armor clanking and ringing filled the spaces and bounced off the stone and wood, and Lex waited until he heard a door open and his brother's voice call out to Karenna and Kivennah before he set off.

    His own steps were slower, his gait shifted to lessen the noise he made. The enemy probably expected them to rush in and try to find the girls, but that was only half of the job. Finding them and getting overwhelmed from behind, or trapped with no escape, would do them little good. Of course there was Percival to count on, but there was a lot of ground to cover, and many places for people to hide. The safety of the girls was the first priority, and ideally that meant getting them out to Percival so that they could focus on dealing with whoever was behind all this.

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