#court leet

[maypoleman1]

26th November

Wareham Court Leet

Source: Calendar Customs website

In the last week in November, a Court Leet takes place in Wareham in Dorset. A genuine medieval survival, although now entirely symbolic, elected officers of the Leet tour the shops and pubs of the town to test the accuracty of weights and measures for bread used by the owners and (naturally) the purity of the ale. Other officials, known as Surveyors, Scavengers, Sealers and Searchers check the adequacy of rubbish disposal and the cleanliness of the premises’ chimneys. The participants wear a variety of outlandish costumes during their “duties” which are performed and watched with deadly seriousness, despite the entire occasion being something of a pantomime. At the end of the week the officials retire to the Town Hall and when the clock strikes thirteen (seriously), they give the report on their findings to the Lord of the Manor before retiring to the Red Lion pub for a long lunch.

In the Middle Ages, many towns held Courts Leets which were intended to ensure customers were not short-changed by unscrupulous shop owners and landlords, seeking to reduce the weight or quality of bread and ale through dodgy measuring devices and so diddle punters of their due. Quite why the Leet in Wareham has survived is unknown.

[artbyblastweave]

Heroify Uber and Leet

Uber and Leet are rogues tap-dancing on the edge of being independent heroes, but not to the extent of being able to reap the reputational benefits of really committing to it. They're principally entertainers- using Leet's engineering and Uber's skill-copying to attempt to do [popular media] IN REAL LIFE! style of clickbait, and they're actually pretty good at it- except that since many of the weapons are fully functioning, they constantly have to relocate their studio and workshop because villains keep jumping them mid-shoot for their metaphorical lunch money. The first time they really got mad about it and livestreamed their retaliatory attack on one of their robbers, their subscriber count tripled; they still mostly do the clickbait item reproduction thing, but it's kind of an open secret that they're deliberately courting more raids from villains so that they can reap the viewership boost from a tit-for-tat, and people who pay enough attention to the underlying dynamics at play think that they're pretty gross for doing so.

[ewingstan]

Figuring out what dnd class each undersider is can be fun enough. But we can get sillier with it. I propose that we instead start arguing about which playbook each undersider would be as characters in a game of Most Trusted Advisors by @thehorizonmachine.

The game is about rollplaying a group of rich assholes on a monarch's privy council: enacting overly complicated schemes, trying to appease your liege's insane whims, and attempting to avoid getting killed by the inquisition. Characters get a list of privileges they can do for free as well as actions that give them points (ducats) determined by what tropes their playbook is riffing off of—for instance, the treacherous Blackguard can always "emerge from the shadows" or "sharpen their knife meaningfully", and gets a ducat whenever they make an overcomplicated plan or wear a terrible disguise. Its terrific fun, and my go-to game for oneshots. Y'all should play it. Lets imagine if we forced these fuckers into it.

Brian

While the "no fun allowed" aspect of his later characterization tends towards the Hierophant, I'd say given how he's both the most practical and most mercenary undersider, The Treasurer is the best choice.

The Treasurer's whole thing is combining a get-rich-quick schemer with the long-suffering voice-of-reason archetype, and that fits Brian "trying to be a responsible older brother in a financially stable position by punching twelve year olds" Laborn perfectly. The Treasurer "can always freely roll his eyes at tomfoolery" (Brian trying-to-hard-to-be-a-parent Laborn), gets a ducat when he "runs into someone who drives [him] insane and tells the table why" (Brian introduces-shadowstalker-as-a-problem Laborn) and gets a ducat when he "personally suffers as the result of another players scheming" (Brian suffered-more-than-Christ Laborn). Give him points in Skulk and Shadow and some titles that help with combat to complement his powers and background, and you have Duke Brien the Gruesome of House Laborn, Royal Treasurer, Knight Marischal, Seneschal to the Royal Household, and Adeptus Major of the Hermetic Order.

Aisha

While the Blackguard's whole assassin-in-the-shadows thing is a pretty good match for Imp's powers, I feel like I'd be doing her a disservice giving her anyone but The Alchemist. Its the playbook that's all about being a weirdo court wizard who may or may not have actual magic, but who will definitely try to convince you that speaking to them before 10 AM risks unleashing one of the daemon's they've binded to help serve the kingdom.

The Alchemist is archetypically most similar to a Tinker (Leet is definetly in the Hermetic Order), but the playbook's abilities to cause small unexplained mischiefs and make people question themselves certainly lends itself well to a Stranger. Their privilege to "spout obscure technical jargon" fits with her determination to get good at literary reference-based one-liners, and their ability to declare people cursed fits well with her crusade to scare off/torture to the point of suicide any enemies or would-be despots. The playbook's tendency towards unexplained occult behavior seems in line with Aisha making dolls of Alec to keep around all the time. Also being incentivized to "egregiously violate a moral, religious, or cultural taboo" is just part of being a youngest child. I'm open to other choices, but Madame A'Ishah the Improbable of House Vasil, Royal Alchemist, Queen's Chemist, Archsorcerer, and Master of the Castle Ravens feels like a winner to me.

Alec

The Blackguard looks like it would fit with its focus on snide comments and bad lies, and The Alchemist would potentially justify his powers while satifying Alec's whole "rude bitch who only half knows/cares how to fit into polite society" thing. But I'm gonna take the wildcard option and fit him in as The Lover.

The romantic "let them eat cake" figure might not seem a great match for Mr. Vasil (ooh weird feel no not calling him that again), yet nevertheless there's a lot of fun tragic irony to be wrung out of it. Have the former Heartbroken who dies before his odd little situationship with Aisha can become anything be the loverboy, it'll be barrels of fun.

The playbook starts with a high Appease score, which you'd have to have coming out of the Vasil household. They're incentivized to "share a moment of physical or emotional intimacy with someone," and while Alec probably wouldn't seek out such a moment, God does he need to have some intimacy he isn't forcing someone to give him. They have an option to take a title that lets them release angry swans whenever they want to, I know that's not really related to anything Alec can do in canon but c'mon he'd love that. They get a ducat whenever they "say something insensitive without meaning it to be" which is pretty much his and Taylor's whole relationship. The playbook's theming fits the "I'm disconnected from all this and not taking it as seriously as you think I should" thing that he's trying to project with his costume, and as a result the aesthetics are a natural match. Honestly you probably wouldn't need to change him from how he dresses in canon. Maybe put him in one of those fancy Victorian nightgowns iota draws him in. Convergent evolution.

Also I think the "You can always coquettishly bat your eyelashes at someone" privilege just fits. Dollboys can have coquettishly long eyelashes to bat at people. Prince-Consort Alexander the Hijink-Prone of House Vasil, Royal Lover, Court Jester, Keeper of the Swans, and Junior Karian Dynast is ready to take a depression nap lounge luxuriously while his fellow councilors make their plans.

Rachel

A natural fit for The Marshal, the overly aggressive general. While the playbook is meant more for a proud and hawkish thumb of a person (think TF2's Soldier) than a traumatized and paranoid homeless girl, there's more than enough overlap to make the match. I could just list off the actions that give the Marshall a ducat:

"Run into someone you wounded in a duel, and tell the table why": has taken a chunk of nearly every hero in the bay

"Walk directly into danger, knowingly and fearlessly": walking into Khepri's field of influence because she trusts her too much

"Kill or maim one of your enemies in a fair fight" see point one

"Overcomplicate a simple plan by going in all guns blazing": does not like plans more complicated than "point your dogs at the problem"

"Overreact massively to a perceived slight on your honour": literally the first thing she does on-page

Overall, I feel pretty confident in my pick for Marchioness Raquel the Bitchin' of House Lindt, Royal Marshal, Knight of the Order, Commander of the Hussars, and Member of the Equestrian Order.

Lisa

A bit trickier to narrow down. I could see an argument for how she's fits in as an Alchemist; the ability to spend a ducat to have a vision fits with her powers, and she certainly lives her life as if she gets a ducat whenever she "egregiously violates a moral religious, or cultural taboo." And by Ward she might have been long-suffering long enough to be a Treasurer, which would fit in with her tendency to manage everything.

But ultimately it comes down to the tropes she's playing off of, and she seems much more like a reconstruction of the duplicitous-second-to-the-big-bad archetype that The Blackguard is based on than anything else. She's certainly making frequent use of that playbook's "disparage someone's intelligence" and "announce 'I have a cunning plan!' " privileges. The Blackguard's ability to spend a ducat to learn a secret is probably the closest we could get to her powers (coupled with some more titles that let the players learn shit they shouldn't know), and its abilities related to thin disguises works well with Lisa's whole "subsumed by the mask, nothing behind it she's just a collection of masks" thing. Give her more points in Survey and Disdain and Baroness Elisabethe the Tale-Teller of House Wilbourn, Royal Blackguard, Postmaster General, Lord Spymaster, and certainly not Silent Watcher of the Skychamber is ready for a day at court.

Taylor

On the one hand, her tendency to be much more judgy than the other undersiders suggests The Hierophant. And maybe that would work if I was specifically making Weaver. But for the Warlord of the Boardwalks I actually think I'm going to assign her The Liege: the GM-equivalent who plays the monarch the rest of the players are advising/serving the whims of. They're the one whose "the lynchpin of the story, the instigator and motivating factor for everything that happens," and if there's one thing about Taylor its that she's very good at making herself a lynchpin. Also the book advises the GM/Liege to "cause new problems and to complicate simple situations," and that seems like a pretty good way to describe Taylor's tenure as an Undersider. Admittedly, she might not fit the suggestion that "your Liege should be the least qualified person for the job in the realm, perhaps the world," but nonetheless. Have her play either as a Have-at-Them or a Powder-Keg and you're ready to give the Royal Council the headache of their lives. "Queen Taylor what do you mean you want us to accompany you in dueling Lord Slash and his brigands, we have armies for this." "Queen Taylor why do we have to break you out of the Holy Protectorate, what do you mean you killed the Pope." "Queen Taylor the second coming has arri—what do you mean you want to declare war on the resurrected Christ."

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Rupture

(Masterlist)

(Content: starvation, captivity, violence mention, trafficking mention, death mention, “gay” as an insult, fear, minor emeto)

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They’d locked him in his room again. Delta was getting the sickest sense of déjà vu. He was glad the tap was still running and that he’d been stashing food, because the first three days they’d forgotten to feed him. Maybe it was understandable. The Thorn had descended into chaos, presumably. Simon didn’t even come see him, probably in a total tizzy over his ever-dwindling job security. Delta had been locked up alone for a week now. When he’d first been thrown in here, he’d still been splattered with Paris’s blood.

He turned the fan on, letting the cold air wash over him. It helped to calm him down. 

The only access he had to the outside world was with the laptop. Everyone online knew. There had been grainy footage posted of the assassination attempt. Everyone thought it was Nezu. In truth, the Thales bloodlust ran deep — and it ran in different directions. There could have been any number of mercenaries who were carrying out their business against the imperial line. But there was no denying that Paris’s death would certainly be convenient for the general.

Paris’s actual condition was uncertain. He wasn’t dead yet, not officially. But Delta had seen the spot where the arrow pierced him. They were probably just keeping him on ice. He could already see how this would play out. Paris would die. The next person to inherit Δ-107 would be Nezu, who had already made his intentions with Delta very clear. He’d put his brain in a jar, if he was feeling merciful. And even if by some miracle he did not end up in Nezu’s court, the odds still weren’t good. If everyone had really found out about the first “escape attempt”, whoever it was would likely kill or maim him. So that was that.

Delta was sick of Empire. Any lingering loyalty he might’ve had to it would die with Paris. This place was a cesspool collapsing in on itself. He felt disgusted and ashamed to have ever been part of it.

There was no one to betray now, no one to punish him, no one to anger and no one to disappoint. He took a deep breath, sorting through the directory once more. There was nothing to lose. He was dead anyway.

ndhakdvsnnd: EMPIREfile2ndQ.zip (574 MB) ndhakdvsnnd: enjoy guys

His laptop almost exploded.

=============

He had to shut the computer down. In part because it was overheating to the point of burning, but in part because the attention scared him. He forced himself to read for a few hours before opening the machine back up. There were thousands of replies to the thread.

chat is this real

FAKE AND GAY

check 92. that would explain all the lights in the sky by scandia.

empire is cooked

We are not doing this shit again 

lol did the hera trafficking conspiracy just get canonized 

I used to work accounting at Empire. this is the same code they used, sooooo 

Nice knowing you OP

Delta reread that last response carefully. He checked his VPN settings, making sure he was still somewhat protected. It was on. He looked briefly through his post history to see if there was anything there that might hint at his identity. But he’d been careful. Before Lemuria, he’d never even acknowledged anything relating to Empire publicly.

His inbox was full. He went through, deleting every single stranger that had messaged him “real?”

There were some people he did recognize, though. A girl he’d been messaging on the programming board was pinging him again. They’d only had a few conversations before, but they tended to run long. She was always nice to him. He trusted her to be cool about it.

katkittykat: whoaaaahhhhh where did u find this :0

katkittykat: u have been practicing ur leet haxx skills !!!!

katkittykat: u set ur proxy up right  ?? theyre gonna try and swat u

katkittykat: dw its a rite of passage :3

ndhakdvsnnd: yes the vpn works. i dont know what that means.

katkittykat: its just an expression 

katkittykat: u should b careful tho im gonna send u smth

ndhakdvsnnd: okay

katkittykat: :P

He clicked the link she’d sent. It was a guide she had clearly made herself, written in the same cheery pink text. It contained instructions for how to finish encrypting the browser and ways to brick anyone who came looking for him. It was a bit above his level, but she must have believed he was capable of it. Besides, he had nothing better to do. It took him the rest of the night to set up. She was still online when he finished.

ndhakdvsnnd: okay i did it

katkittykat: yay!!! are u planning on uploading more

ndhakdvsnnd: i dont know if i will have time

katkittykat: ur not gonna tell me ur source right  ??

ndhakdvsnnd: no

katkittykat: lololol i didnt think so

katkittykat: b safe pls <3

B safe. It was a little late for that. Delta looked through the Empire portal again. It had only been a few hours, but he was happy to see that the leak hadn’t yet been acknowledged. A little flash of fear ran through his mind. He thought about what it would be like when it did eventually get caught. He reminded himself that he was already doomed – and doomed was a binary state. Though logical, it was not a very comforting line of reasoning. He stood up and calmly walked to the bathroom, dry-heaving into the sink. His body knew exactly how to feel about it. It turned itself inside out in protest.

~~~

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"CITY AND DISTRICT," Montreal Gazette. June 13, 1913. Page 3. --- Man Lured Into Lane by Woman Knocked Unconscious and Robbed ---- CALLED JUDGE "COLONEL" ---- Colored and White Pickpockets Caught After Taking Money From Richmond Visitor Found Guilty ----- An old game was tried out successfully last night on Craig streets, when at 11.30 Cecil Lisotte, who says he arrived in Montreal on Wednesday from Ottawa, was lured into a lane in the rear of 34 Cote street by a woman whom he describes as being dressed in white. Lisotte admits that he was somewhat under the influence of liquor, but not so bad that he did not remember all the circumstances. He was no sooner in the lane, which is very dark, when, he states, that a man struck him between the eyes with some heavy instrument, after which he remembers nothing. When he came to his senses his pockets had been turned inside out and $18 stolen therefrom. The matter was brought to the notice of the police by a boy. who at about midnight ran into the Cherneville street police station and said that a man had been killed in the lane in question. Constables Cote and Creveau were sent to the scene and when they arrived, the beaten man was attempting to get to his feet. The blood was streaming from a gash in his forehead and he was very weak. The inside pockets of his vest were found to have been literally torn out. A patrol waggon was called and the man taken to the station, where after telling his story he was sent in the waggon to the General Hospital. After having several stitches taken in his injured head, he was again brought to the station for protection. He was able to give a very good description of the girl and the police are making every effort to round the couple up.

CALLED JUDGE "COLONEL" "Good-bye, Colonel. God bless and thank you. I'll go right away, don't worry about that." With tears streaming down his face as he rushed out of the prisoner's dock in the Arraignment Court yesterday morning, Wesley Welch, colored, alias "Old Folks," who was making himself at home at King Edward Park on Wednesday when he was caught by Inspector McLaughlin, bestowed the title of Colonel on Judge Leet. Welch commenced to cry so loudly when he was arraigned that Judge Leet was glad to get rid of him, when through his sobs and tears the colored man said he was not looking for sympathy, but telling the truth and would get right out of town if he was only given a chance. "Will you go right out of the city if I let you go?" said Judge Leet to "Old Folks." "I'll light right out if you only let me go and give me a couple of minutes to get a few old clothes I have got over here" replied Welch. "I have been living, with the horses since I was nine years old," sobbed the prisoner, "and I did not come here to rob any one. But every place I go the police grab me and lock me up." He disappeared quickly when Judge Leet said he could go. He was seen off by local detectives by the 10.30 train for Buffalo last night.

PICKPOCKETS GUILTY. Fisher First, colored, and Frank Sullivan, white, who were arrested a couple of weeks ago by Detectives Lapage and Gorman on a charge of picking $390 from the pocket of J. A. Adams, of Richmond, Que., on a St Lawrence street car, were found guilty yesterday in the Court of Special Sessions by Judge Bazin. First and Sullivan were unable to secure bail following their arrest, as they were caught with the goods, although they tried hard to regain their liberty. They were remanded until next Tuesday for sentence. The pair were arrested immediately after they had taken Adams roll and the money was found on Sullivan when he was searched at the City Hall avenue station. When the accused were found guilty yesterday, High Constable St. Mars handed over to Adams his $200.

[the-firebird69]

huge leets fighting no morlock losing yes. they sent out two more one hundred millon and from six hundred and are at four hundred thousand millinon. and this is it they say we go hungry on purpose and see jasons ships and have to and we go in and hit trumps and other morlock fully. did it on puprose. had to. say it too. well they lie but ok. trump wil be in court tommorrow for hours. then out, then arrested again. he is doing so well. the blabbring fool. tons say it your high on stuff you dont have your a bum. and try for his stuff. due to the massive weakness and defecit in knowledge. dan a rat hit him too take easy prey. tons say it.

-huge night. the storm leaves. teh water is down about 67 inches plus. the edges washed in many areas here too. and it is ok needs two more or one long one. coming mb tonight or tommorow yes. teh ships out the mouth and around 10{00 pm and it is looking like twenty three mile each river and five four mile each reiver and a few hundred one mile prior to it will take an hour to et tot he big ones by then it will be flat and primo to push skeletons out. we estimate a pile 500 miles wide and about 4 miles width the other way an over half milehigh. ten times the last moiund. and the trumps are there in the south. to use it. an turn threaten for stuff. tehy will try and have no ships or sheild. ad be pummeled we shall shield ours. and the will try and we will evaporate teh parties that try. and really they are no match for us at all think the are. true too how is our son supposed to assit youi garbage infighers. cant ok. losers. now youi will die there. and it is a hefty hunk of your force same in all the ohter middle areas and almost the same time. will happen there later. and still will try wow. wonderul assholes. and hatred will grow and trump will go try to take the uk and fail. lose tons of his. get caught and yes by bja. he will lose most of his remaining force there yes from russia europe middle east etc the whole east almost and they are allkilled. tons see it and are aghast. and bja brings the keys out loses them and so what, anyone can turn a key a chimp can. lol ahhaah and ok he was a demon was taken a bit, used by the empire we use him now yes.

Thor Freya

and good one Zues

Hera i find Bitol and Goddess Wife and Proxima Midnight and Lobo and we do this im out of there need to be he is an ass finish off his ships and so on yes.

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[qudachuk]

Fans of city’s football club are using age-old court process to try to get Itchen Bridge lights switched from colours of fierce rivals PortsmouthIn medieval times the “court leet” in Hampshire dealt with matters such as wrangles over water...

[alternativeest]

43 Court Leet from Alternative Estates on Vimeo.

[gabrivale]

Brunson misses the shot and the Raptors escape!

As Jalen Brunson's game-winning 3-pointer soared through the air, Toronto Raptors coach Nick Nurse stared at the ball's trajectory with only one voice in his head. "Don't go in, I just said don't go in." Nurse said with a smile, "I hope he doesn't go in that goal."

The goddess of luck favored the Raptors. Brunson's lore shot hit the rim and popped out. The Raptors narrowly beat the Knicks in overtime, 123 to 121, avoiding a losing streak. The Raptors' heart was tested in the final moments of regulation and overtime.

"At the last moment, we will do our best to obey the destiny." Raptors guard Vanvleet said.

With 18 seconds left in the fourth quarter, Van Fleet's foul choice made the game variable. At that time, Barnes and Trent Jr. failed to make a shot to overtake the score. Randall caught the backcourt rebound. At that point, the two teams were tied at 107. The Raptors could have bet on their last defense, but Van Ver Leete chose to foul Brunson, who made one of two free throws to give the Knicks the lead.

"I just want to make sure that the last shot is in our hands." Van Vleet said with a smile after the game, "Make sure we can have the last shot, and then accept all the results."

But VanVleet failed to play the hero. He missed a three-pointer in the subsequent offensive round. It was Barnes who grabbed the offensive rebound and made two free throws to give the Raptors the lead again. Later, the two sides played two more rounds. First, Brunson missed a jumper, and the Knicks intentionally fouled Barnes. The latter made two free throws and one made the Raptors lead by 2 points. Then R.J. Barrett sent the game into overtime with a slam dunk across the court with six seconds left.

"I thought it was a great offense, and that's how the game flows," said Knicks coach Tom Thibodeau, who didn't choose to call a timeout at that moment. We fought hard all game."

In the last minute of overtime, the Raptors led by 6 points. The suspense of victory seemed to be very small, but the Knicks still broke out in a cold sweat. What happened in the next tens of seconds?

Randall intercepted Anunoby's pass, was fouled on a one-stop counterattack, and scored the ball at the same time, narrowing the point difference to 4 points.

Randall missed an additional free throw, the Knicks made two consecutive offensive rebounds, and finally Barrett fouled, making two free throws to narrow the point difference to 2 points.

Raptors choose to kill time, they made a three-pointer in the last minute, Achiuwa missed the shot, and the Knicks got the rebound.

Once again Thibodeau opted not to call a timeout, and Brunson dribbled downfield for a comfortable 3 with the ball, but his shot went too high.

"I just choose the opportunity left to me by the opponent's defense." Brunson, who scored 26 points and 7 rebounds, said after the game that he made 2 of 6 three-pointers tonight. Seeing the game time, it's the kind of shot I've been working on, and I thought it was a good opportunity."

But it didn't turn out to be on the Knicks' side. They had just defeated the Pistons in an away game the day before, and today’s back-to-back defeats have caused the Knicks’ home winning percentage to fall below 50% again this season (11 wins and 12 losses). They have also become all teams with a winning percentage of over 50% this season The only team that loses more than wins at home. Looking at the entire league, there are only 6 teams with a home win rate of less than 50% this season-if the Lakers lose to the Rockets today, they will become the 7th team.

캡사이트 statistics, all five starters in double figures, Van Vleet 33 points, Siakam 20 points, 8 rebounds and 9 assists, Barnes 26 points, the Raptors won the fourth victory in the past 5 games , won the team's sixth away win of the season, only the Spurs and Rockets won fewer away games. Torontonians are struggling to climb out of the quagmire.

"Hopefully," Nurse said when asked if the victory would motivate the Raptors to continue singing. "We had a very difficult period, and a lot of games were not ideal. But speaking of it, there were some nights we played. Very good, we played strong teams at home and strong teams away, but the final result was not on our side, we will strive to better grasp the game.”

"I think for me there were some nights where we didn't move well enough and didn't hit the rhythm well. It's going to take less of that and then do it a little bit better. We've got the ability to beat anybody, that and a month The same as before. We have played very well against some strong teams in very difficult times, and we know we have the ability to do this. So I hope the team can have that kind of execution on both ends of the offense and defense. Get together solidly and do this well.”

[historywaitsfornoone]

Court is now in session!

[whatmack]

kevin day has the vibe of someone who would take the shells off of individual sunflower seeds before eating them. i love kevin day so much but this is unfortunately very Invalid

[noladyme]

The Princess Frog. Chapter 13

She had no wish to be bound down to anyone, but Y/N none the less found herself being dragged across the continent; to marry King Foltest of Temeria.  Instead of pomp and spectacle; she was accompanied by the witcher, Geralt of Rivia. Their travels would bring both monsters, lust, love; and heartache. All sound tracked by an endearing buffoon of a bard, named Jaskier.

TW: Violence, language, sexual themes. Rated M.

13

“Wake up!”. It was still dark. “Y/N. Wake up!”.

Jaskier was standing over me.

“Hels ass; Jaskier. For once I’d like to just wake up, and…”. He hushed me. “Soldiers. Downstairs”. I frowned, and looked around the room. “Where’s Geralt?”. Jaskier shook his head. “He went to check on the horses a couple of hours ago”, he whispered. “At least I think he did. I didn’t talk to him when he left. I was… busy”. I saw that the witchers clothes, armor and weapons were gone. For a second, I felt sick – Did he leave me? He wouldn’t – I knew that. But if he’d been gone so long… Why didn’t he wake me up?

Someone banged at the door. “Oy, witcher. Open up!”. Jaskiers eyes widened. I thought fast. “Take your shirt off!”. “What?”, the bard squeaked. “Just take of the fucking shirt, and get in to bed”. Another banging. “We lied to the royal guard stationed here, to gain access to the kings court-enchantress”, I hissed. “I’m naked in the witchers room – supposed to be engaged to you – they’re going to have questions; that none of us will be able to answer!”.

“Open the bloody door!”, the voice barked again. “Geralts going to kill me”, Jaskier mumbled below his breath; took off his shirt; and crawled under the covers – taking care to avoid touching me.

A loud crash, and three guards where standing in the room – one of them, the first guard Geralt had spoken to at the gates of the city. He looked at us, and frowned. “W-what’s going on?”, Jaskier stammered. The guard drew his lips into a sneer. “What are you doing in here?”, he asked. Jaskier patted my head, as if I was a dog. “I think it’s quite clear what we’re doing”, he smiled nervously. I smiled alongside him.

The guard looked confused. “This is the witchers room, the barman said…”. “Yes, it is. He…”, Jaskier began. “Lent it to us!”, I smiled. “I wanted some privacy with my Jasky, here”, I giggled, and put my head on the bard’s shoulder. Jaskiers face scrunched up. “Oh… darling”. He was making his best impression of a lover caught in the act. You’d think he had experience.

“Right”, the guard said. “Get dressed; both of you. The guard commander will want to see you”. He stared at us with cold eyes. “Is it possible you could go outside?”, I asked. “My fiancée is dreadfully shy”. Jaskier giggled nervously next to me. The guard scoffed, and went outside; closing the door behind him.

I pushed Jaskier out of the bed. “You smell like cherry-wine and cheap perfume”. He sneered at me. “Well, you smell like…”, he began. “Actually, you smell quite lovely… But that…”, he said and pointed towards where the guard had stood, “… was just as unpleasant for me, as it was for you!”. I scoffed. “Turn around, so I can get dressed”, I said. The bard did as he was told.

I quickly put my clothes back on; and we left the room to join the guards – both trying for embarrassed; why yes, we just had sex expressions.

We were led back to the keep; one of the guards holding on to Bayrds reins as we rode. Roach had been gone from the stables. Geralt, where are you? I couldn’t help but return to that horrifying thought I’d had earlier. The paralyzing fear, that the witcher had changed his mind. That he thought it would be easier to just let the royal guard have me, so he could go back to his normal life – whatever that was. Jaskier must have felt me tense up in front of him; so he gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “He’s fine”, he whispered. I’m sure he is; but why isn’t he here?

At the other end of the keep, than where Triss’ room had been; we were greeted by a stout man; dressed in the same uniform, as the guards that had taken us to him. His demeanor was more regal than theirs, though; making it clear that this was someone of importance. “I am commander Flaxon”, he proclaimed – his well-groomed mustachio bouncing up and down with his upper lip. “And you are?”.

I bumped Jaskiers shoulder – leeting a meek expression cover my face. “I-i am Jaskier. The bard… The bard Jaskier. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”, he said nervously. “Aren’t you the one with that foulmouthed princess song?”, one of the lower ranking guards asked. “The one and only”, Jaskier smiled. The bard laughed. “That’s a good one, that one”, he grinned. “Who’s it about?”. I let my heel meet the bard’s toes. “Ow!”, he hissed. “It… it’s pure imagination”. “Oh, too bad”, the guard said. “She sounds like a lovely one”.

“Bayard!”, Flaxon barked. The guard stepped back and looked at the floor. The commander faced us again. “I am told you were found in the witcher – Geralt of Rivia’s – room”, he said. “That same witcher – it comes to pass – who two years ago took 4000 oren from a Maribor merchant; to help him with a pest problem - werewolf”, he almost spat. The commander went to sit at his desk. “After which; he disappeared. Leaving the merchant dead; and his family missing”.

My breath hitched. “That is not… something he would do…”, I tried. “Silence, woman!”, Flaxon spat. “Do not meddle in the business of men”. It took everything in me not to jump across that table and rip his throat out. Jaskier grabbed my wrist; sensing my inevitable burst of rage upon the man. “Darling… Zaba. Maybe you should sit down? You’ve had a trying few days”, he smiled tensely. I nodded, and took a deep breath to control my anger. A guard pulled out a chair for me; and Jaskier led me to it. “It’s that time of the month”, he whispered to the guard. I dug my nails into his wrist; and pulled him down to my ear. “I’ll make it your time of the month!”, I hissed. He let out a squeak, and I let go of him.

The commander leant back in his chair. “Tell me; where is the witcher?”, he said. Jaskier shook his head. “We haven’t seen him since last night; when he let us have his room. Have we, darling?”, he said, and looked at me. I shook my head. “Well”, Flaxon said. “You two seem to be important enough for the witcher to travel with – and rudely interrupt the court-sorceress in her business for – so we will keep you here; until he returns for you”. “Here?”, I asked. “Yes”, the commander proclaimed. “Your accommodations will not be as comfortable as the tavern; or indeed mistress Merigold’s chambers. But I trust you won’t have to stay long”. He stood up. “Once the witcher turns himself in; in exchange, we’ll let you go”. “Geralt turning himself in?”, Jaskier asked. The commander smirked. “He is a murderer. A thief”, he said. “He’ll be punished accordingly”.

It felt like a punch to the gut. I heaved for breath, and Jaskier grabbed my hand; holding it tight. Flaxon turned his back to us; and gestured to the guards. “Take them away”.

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We were placed in a cell in the lower levels of the keep. It smelled like rot, and there was nothing but the bare floor and some old straw to lay on.

Jaskier sat with his back to the wall, looking at me as I paced the floor. “You have to tell them who you are”, he said. “No”. I answered. “My lady; this is not the time for being stubborn and too proud to…”.

I stopped and looked at him poignantly. “Geralt wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t take someone’s money, and kill them. He doesn’t kill humans…”. “I know, of course he wouldn’t”, Jaskier said. “But the commander seems to think he did. So, if you just tell them the truth; maybe we could convince him of that”.

I kicked at some of the loose straw on the ground. “Another thing we both know about Geralt, is that he is a proud bastard, who would rather die, than let anyone think a witcher – let alone himself – would do it. He would have made sure the commander knew the truth”. Jaskier seemed to think about my words. “So… what are you saying? I am very confused”, Jaskier said; and shook his head.

I sighed. “I am saying; that the commander is lying”. Jaskier frowned; then his face lit up. “Oh!”, he finally said. “I see now! That also means… that we are captured by a corrupt guard commander; miles away from any help. This is just marvelous”, he scoffed. “And...! they took my lute!”. I shook my head in disbelief. “But… that still doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell them the truth”, Jaskier continued. “They would send us to Vizima, with an escort. Geralt could stay in hiding until this blows over”.

I inhaled through my teeth. “Yeah, I’m not sure”, I said apologetically. “If I tell them; that would mean that when they found us; you were in bed with king Foltests future wife”. Jaskier gulped. “Fuck…”, he whimpered. “Yeah…”, I agreed. “I would probably be fine – whereas you…”. Jaskier closed his eyes, and held up his hand to stop me. “Yes, thank you. I can imagine the rest myself”. He sighed. “So, what do we do?”.

I exhaled through my nose. “We escape”, I said. Jaskier smiled at me sarcastically. “That’s just a marvelous idea”, he scoffed. “Let me just get the door for you… oh right, I can’t. It’s locked; and there are guards standing outside it!”. I thought for a second. “Give me your boot”, I said. “What is it with you?”, Jaskier sneered. “Either you’re throwing fruit at me; or you’re asking me to undress!”. I clenched my jaw at the bard. “Jaskier!”. “All right, all right”, he mumbled; and handed over his boot. As I’d suspected, it was heavier than mine, and would do the trick. “Now sing…”, I demanded.

Jaskier frowned for a second; before I raised the boot in the air, as if to throw it at him. “T-toss a coin to your witcher; oh valley of plenty, oh valley of plenty, ooh…”.

“Shut up!”. Someone banged at the door. “Keep going!”, I whispered, and went to stand by the door, with my back to the wall. Jaskier looked frantic.

“Toss a coin to your witcher; a friend of humanity….”.

“Shut up, or I’ll come in there, and make you shut up!”. Good, so there was only one of them there outside. I gestured at Jaskier.

“Toss a coin to…”.

“Right, that’s it, I’m coming in!”. The cell door opened, and a guard stepped in. “I thought I told you…”, was as far as he got; before I struck him in the back of the head with the bards boot. He fell to the floor – out cold, but still breathing – and I handed Jaskier back his footwear. After he had slipped it back on; we snuck down the corridor. There were several more cells, most of which seemed empty; save for one, where a drunkard was snoring loudly. This is too easy, I thought; as we snuck around a corner, leading to the stairs into the courtyard.

It was too easy. At the top of the stairs, two guards and an angry looking dog where posted. “I’m not giving you my boot again!”, Jaskier whispered. “Can’t you so something… sorceressy?”. I looked at him indignantly. “I think I’ve drained enough frogs for a few days; don’t you?”, I hissed. Besides; I didn’t know what to say to drain, instead of give life – and I didn’t want to kill these men.

Our lack of a plan turned out to be less than a problem than we thought; when I realized that both guards where drunk out of their minds. “Look Faris”, one of them said. “I got me a flute”. He pulled out Jaskier’s lute, and began strumming it violently. “It’s a lute; Boras, you cunt”, the other said. “Give it here”. He ripped the lute from the first guards hands; and I could feel Jaskier tensing up next to me. “No, don’t hurt her…”, he whispered. The guard began strumming the instrument; and barking his way through a song.

“The foulmouthed princess of the Skellige Isles…”.

“He’s butchering it”, Jaskier whined. I patted his shoulder; and snuck up into the courtyard. I was about to make my way to the stable – where we had left Bayrd – when Jaskier grabbed my arm to stop me. “My lute!”, he pleaded. I sighed. “Get Bayrd”, I said. “Quiet!”.

I began moving towards the guards; still no actual plan. I noticed the dog lifting its head and looking in my direction; to where I was crouching behind a barrel. I made kissing-noises with my lips; and the dog got on its legs – growling. “Shut up, you stupid mut!”, one of the guards said; and kicked at the dog. It instantly whimpered and moved backwards; head to the ground. Bastards, I thought.

I made kissing-noises again, and the dog looked towards me. This time, I stuck my head out; patting the ground in front of me. The dog crawled towards me, low to the ground; still growling quietly. Once he reached me; I put my hand out for him to sniff; without looking him in the eye. Slowly, the dogs growling turned to a whimper, and he licked my hand. I scratched him behind his ear. “They aren’t very nice to you, are they?”, I said. “We should find you a better place”. The dog sat up, and bumped my shoulder with its head. “That’s a good boy”, I said, and scratched him under his chin. I slowly raised my eyes, and met the dogs gaze. He looked like he was listening to me; and bumped my shoulder again. “Do you think you could help me? Let’s give those bad men what they deserve, hmm?”.

I picked up a rock from the ground, and threw it at the guard with the lute. The confusion from the bump the rock made against his back; made him stumble in his drunkenness, and fall to his ass. The other man pointed at his friend, and laughed. I looked angrily at him, and began growling. The dog growled along with me. “Get him!”, I snarled; and pointed at the laughing man.

The dog ran at the guard; and bit into his leg, dragging him to the ground. I ran up to the guard with the lute, snatched the instrument from him; before kicking him in the head – knocking him out. The other guard was kicking at the dog; and I ran over to get him as well. Once they were both out cold, I went towards the stable; beckoning the dog to follow.

Jaskier had fetched Bayrd; and had happy tears in his eyes, when I gave him the lute. He hugged it like a child. “I am never letting go of you again”. “Let’s go!”, I said; and got onto the horse, letting Jaskier get on behind me. “Who’s is the dog?”, Jaskier asked. “His own”, I answered, and drove Bayrd forward; the dog at his heels.

We raced through the gates – open due to the drunken guards – and found ourselves at the city walls. The dog began barking; and a guard stepped into the light. “What are you doing here?”, he yelled. “We’re on our way out of the city… The dog is leading us to our travel companion”, I answered; heart in my stomach. The guard grunted; looked at the dog, and nodded. “Open the gates!”, he called.

I sighed in relief; and led Bayrd out of the city.

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We rode northeast for an hour. It was still dark; fall already having begun to wain for winter in Temeria. I am so far away from home, I thought. “Where are we going?”, Jaskier asked. “I don’t know”, I said. I halted Bayrd by a large tree, and got off his back. Jaskier followed. I sat on the ground; the dog coming to sit next to me. “Where is he?”, I whispered. “We’ll find him”, Jaskier said, and put a hand on my shoulder – making the dog send him a menacing look. I sighed. “What was that story about Geralt being in Maribor two years ago?”, I asked. “I wasn’t here with him”, Jaskier said. “But I remember meeting him in Brugge not long after. He was especially broody – even for Geralt”.

Tears began welling into my eyes. “He was supposed to stay with me”, I whispered. The dog put its head in my lap. “If he is not here with you, it’s not by choice”, the bard muttered. “I have never seen him smile as much as since we met you in Skellige… It’s quite unnerving actually”. I chuckled through my tears. “Thank you, Jaskier”, I said. “You’re welcome, princess”, he smirked. “Now let’s find that bloody witcher”.

He stood up and gave me his hand. “Come along”, he said, and pulled me up from the ground. Once I was standing, I put my arms around his neck; and hugged him warmly – taking him by surprise. “You’re a good friend, bard”. “I… am honored to have the title”, he said. “But could you please let me go? If I smell too much of you when we find Geralt; he might castrate me”. I laughed into his shoulder.

I heard horses approaching. “The men at the gates said they went this way!”, a voice called. The dog growled. “Shh, boy”, I whispered, and scratched his ear. “Right!”. I heard the commander. “If any of you lot want a place under my watch in the future; you get me that woman!”. “Commander; how do you know she’s the one?”, another guard asked. “Did you not see her horse? The sword strapped to it?”, the first voice said. “O’Dimm made it clear they’d already had a run in with his own men. Must have taken it”. “Stop talking; and get me my prize!”, the Flaxon barked. “You heard the commander; spread out!”.

I scrambled to get on Bayrd; Jaskier behind me; and we sped off, into the woods.

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We found ourselves in a clearing; both the dog and Bayrd panting heavily from the speed we had kept. I got of the stallion. “They’re… he’s working for O’Dimm…”, I panted. “Woo! That was a fast ride; pardon me”, Jaskier yelped. He turned around, and seemed to adjust himself. “There. That’s better”. He looked at me, and put his hands on his hips. “What now?”. I shook my head; my heart still beating through my chest. “I don’t know. I don’t…”.

The dog suddenly raised its head, and sniffed the air. “What’s wrong boy?”, I said. The dog began running into the trees; barking at something I couldn’t see. “Please don’t tell me we’re following the dog”, Jaskier pleaded. “We’re following the dog”, I said, grabbed my sword from Bayrd; and set of running. Jaskier was at my heels, muttering curses below his breath.

I heard the dog barking in the distance; and then another animal snarling. Running in the direction of the sound; we were met by a rock wall; which I clambered up, to see the scene below.

In the small basin there was a fight going on – if you could call it a fight. A large grey, wolf – standing on its hind legs – was circling and snarling at… Geralt! The witcher was holding his hands up in front of him; making signs in the air – which made what seem to be a strange form of magical shield around him. His sword was laying on the ground behind the wolf… the werewolf, I corrected myself. “I don’t want to do this”, I hear Geralt mutter. The werewolf snarled; and snapped at the witcher.

Suddenly the dog ran up to it; barking and jumping in the air. The wolf turned to face it; ears low and baring its teeth. Please, doggy. Just run away. The dog sniffed at the air; before jumping up and down again, and whimpering.

Geralt began scanning his surroundings and smelling the air. His face turned in my direction, and our eyes met. “Y/N! Get out of here!”, he yelled.

The werewolf turned in my direction, and let out a loud growl. “No!”, Geralt snarled. “You stay here!”. He jumped at the wolf; knocking it to the ground. The dog barked loudly at the scene, before sniffing the air, and running behind a boulder.

The werewolf and Geralt were wrestling on the ground; Geralts sword still to far away from him to reach. “Calm down!”, I head him growl at the beast. The wolf was gaining the upper hand.

I clambered down the rock side. Geralt was bleeding from a cut to his ribs; and my breath hitched, as the wolf lifted its enormous paw to strike at his face. Geralts face was contorted, and it seemed that the beast was too strong for him to push away. Above us, the sky was turning pink; readying itself for morning. The light that fell onto Geralt face showed me that he was almost spent, and I wondered how long he had been fighting the wolf. The beast bared its teeth again; getting ready to lunge at the witcher.

I lifted my sword. “Get off him”, I screamed, and sprang at the werewolf. Geralt looked at me; and held his hand out. “No! Stay back!”, he yelled. “I can do it!”, I growled. “I know you can”, he said. “But stay back!”.

“Mama!”, I heard a child’s voice behind me. I let my sword fall, and turned around. A little boy was standing with his arms around the dog’s neck; whimpering with tears. A teenaged girl was looking at me with angry eyes, holding a short knife in front of her. “Y/N, stay back!”, Geralt demanded.

The sun beginning to show itself over the rock side; I heard sounds, like a whimpering mixed with a growl. Over Geralt, the werewolf began to tremor. It lifted its large head to the sky and let out a howl, as if in pain. “Mama!”, the little boy screamed again. The girl took him in her arms, and the dog laid on the ground in front of them.

The wolf began cramping up above Geralt, and his face began to relax. Suddenly, it was like the fur on the monster’s body retracted into its skin, and its bones began moving – reshaping themselves. The muscle spasms and bones settled; and a naked woman fell in to Geralts arms; heaving for breath. The young girl ran over to the witcher and the woman, and covered her in a blanket. “Mother?”, she whimpered. “Get the bottle from my satchel”, Geralt muttered. The girl ran to Geralts satchel; grabbing a small flask; then returned to the pair on the ground.

Geralt held the bottle to the panting woman’s lips; and she drank its contents. “It’s over”, Geralt said. “It shouldn’t happen again”. “Ever?”, the girl whimpered. Geralt grunted. “If it does, you know what to do”. The girl nodded solemnly at him. Geralt gently laid the woman on the ground; covering her in the blanket. The girl put her mothers head in her lap, and stroked her cheek. The boy and the dog slowly approached the scene, joining the pair.

Geralt stood up with a groan, holding his hand to the wound on his side. He walked over to me. “What are you doing here?”, he asked. “I… you were gone”, I stammered; tears welling into my eyes. “I thought, maybe…”. His eyes narrowed. “You thought I’d left”. “I didn’t know what to think”, I whispered. “Guards came, and took us to the commander”. Geralts eyes became dark. “Flaxon”, he snarled. I nodded.

The little boy looked up. “Is he coming for us?”. He began crying. Geralt groaned and clenched his jaw; looking at me. “Were you followed?”, he asked. I opened my mouth to speak; but couldn’t. “Girl; we have to get your mother out of here. Now!”.

He whistled, and Roach appeared from behind a boulder. “Where is your horse?”, he asked me. “Bayrd!”, I called, and my stallion joined us; Jaskier following behind him. “Hello. Hi”, he smiled nervously at the children. “Geralt! Fancy seeing you here, seeing as you left us, high and dry, in a Maribor jail cell…”. Geralts expression angered, and he looked at me. “We’ll speak of this later”, he growled. I frowned. “Are you angry with me?”, I asked. “Later!”, he snarled. He went over to the woman, and picked her up; placing her on Bayrds back. “Can you hold her?”, he asked the girl. She nodded; and he lifted her, and placed her in the saddle behind her mother.

He grabbed the boy, and put him in Roachs saddle. “We head back to the city”, the witcher said. “They won’t expect it”. Jaskier smiled. “Uhm, Geralt”, he said. “Me and Zaba just escaped a prison cell, by knocking out three guards… I’m not sure we’ll be welcome”.

“Fuck!”, Geralt roared. “North, then”. “We’re taking them to Vizima?”, I said. “No, Jaskier is taking them to Vizima”, he said. “You and I are going east. We’ll have to take the long way around; lead the commander of their tracks”. “Jaskier can’t protect them”, I whispered. The bard gasped. “Hey! I can hear you; you know!”.

Geralt looked at the teenaged girl. “No, but she can”, he said. He took the boy off Roach, placing him on the ground; still looking at the girl. “You stay on the smaller roads; Jaskier knows them”, he said. “Avoid cities; make camp only when necessary, and near smaller villages; so you won’t be attacked by animals or beasts without back up – and don’t let the bard sing”. “Still, I can hear you!”, Jaskier said.

The witcher turned to face his friend. “We will see you in Vizima”, he said quietly. “Be careful”. Jaskier smiled. “You care…”, he said. Geralt grunted; and turned his back to him. “We need to move”, he said to me.

I walked up to the dog. “I guess we found your place”, I smiled. “His name is Roro”, the little boy smiled. “Because that’s the sound he makes”. “That’s a good name”, I nodded. “The guards took him from us…”, the girl said. “When they killed my father”. My heart dropped. “I’m sorry”, I said. The girl nodded at me; her eyes warming up.

I stepped up to Bayrd; grabbing his muzzle. “Take care of them, boy”. I kissed the horse; and patted its neck; before turning around to join Geralt – tears running from my eyes. He grabbed my hand, and squeezed it quickly; before helping me saddle up on his mare. He then walked over to my stallion; patted his neck lovingly, and whispered something in his ear.

Saddling up behind me; he squeezed my hand again. “He’s a good horse. You’ll see him again”, he said. “Jaskier. By the way; why do you smell like Y/N so much?”. The bard laughed nervously.

With a final nod at the family, and a smile at Jaskier, we were off.

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We rode in the direction Jaskier and I had been coming; trying to catch the eye of the guards from Maribor. “Do they know who you are?”, Geralt said behind me. “I think so”, I muttered. He let out an enraged growl. “I’m sorry”, I said quietly. He grunted; his body rigid with anger. “They’ll follow our tracks. We just need to give them a short look at us”, he said. “I won’t let them have you”.

We reached the top of a hill, which gave us a view of the fields below. In the distance I saw horses approaching. “Not yet”, Geralt muttered. My heart was pounding; and I was breathing hard in fear. “Geralt…”, I said. “Not. Yet”.

The riders came closer, having noticed us on the hill. There were at least 20 of them that I could count. “Please…”, I breathed. Geralt put his arm around me; holding me to his chest; so I could follow his calm breathing. “Almost…”.

I could make out the mustachioed man in the front. Flaxon. Next to him rode another man; dressed in black armor; with a haughty expression on his face. O’Dimm! I recognized him from the feast in Kaer Trolde – before I’d left Skellige. “Geralt”, I whimpered; grabbing at his arm. The witcher grunted. “Now!”.

He kicked at Roach; and we fled down the hill – away from O’Dimm and the riders. We rode faster than I had ever ridden. I clambered to hold on to the mare’s mane; squeezing my thighs hard to not fall off. “I’ve got you”, Geralt said. “I won’t let you fall”.

We continued into the woods; the riders still following us. Geralt seemed to sniff the air; and suddenly led Roach south; meaning the riders would be flanking us within a short time. “Geralt! Where are you taking us?”, I yelped. “To get help”, he answered simply.

Finding ourselves in front of a rocky mound with an entrance into a cave; Geralt halted. I saw a large shadow emerging from the cave; snarling at us. “It’s done!”, Geralt called. The creature stopped in its tracks. “She’s cured”. “The girl?”, the creature growled – surprising me with its ability to speak. “You know I cannot cure a born were”, Geralt snarled. “It will be up to her if she wants to return”. The creature grunted. “Who is that with you?”, it asked. Geralt held on to me a bit tighter. “Foltest’s new queen”, he said. “We need safe passage”.

The creature stepped into the light. In front of us; now stood a large werewolf; twice the size of what the woman had been. Stepping forward behind it were about a dozen more like it; all slightly smaller, but no less terrifying.

The alpha snarled and bared its teeth. “And why should we give safe passage to a queen of a land that has exiled us?”, it growled. “Tell me witcher… my children are getting hungry from just the smell of her”.

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Danby Rigg, flanked by Little Fryup Dale and Danby Dale

Danby Castle, the marital home of Katharine Parr when she married John Neville, in the summer of 1534. Nine years later Katharine became the sixth wife of Henry VIII's.

The sunshine made a refreshing change from the low cloud and mizzle of the last few days. This is taken on the descent from Danby Beacon looking due south. Just left of centre is Danby Castle, a partially ruined 14th-century pile built by the Latimer family, now part of a working farm with Court Leet Rooms which can be hired as a wedding venue. Here is a close up with the long lens: Danby…

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Llantrisant: A Reader

Llantrisant: A Reader A Call for Papers

“Llantrisant: A Reader” is a forthcoming learned edited book on the South Wales town of Llantrisant to be published by The Crocels Press Limited (ISBN: 9781785180163). Edited by Freeman of Llantrisant Jonathan Bishop, William Cordell, Alice Lea and Jacob Wiltshire, the book will take the reader through the history and story of the ‘Parish of the Three Saints’. Now home to the Royal Mint and the Black Army, learn about the relationship between this Welsh town, Edward III’s famous victory at the Battle of Crécy and the construction of Llantrisant Castle, the Parish Church and Penuel Chapel. Experience the growth of Welsh culture and industry through the development of the Llantrisant Male Choir and the Model House. This text will be essential reading for any student or historian with an interest in Llantrisant - the town set on a hill that can not be hid. Chapters, written in APA 5th Edition Harvard referencing are encouraged on the following topics and any other relevant to Llantrisant: * Buildings; Llantrisant Castle, Y Billy Wynt, Llantrisant Guildhall / Town Hall, Llantrisant Police Station, Llantrisant Post Office, Y Pwysty, Llantrisant Church, Penuel Chapel, Llantrisant Model House / Workhouse. * Government: Llantrisant Corporation, Municipal Corporation Act, Llantrisant Town Trust, Llantrisant Town Council, Llantrisant Community Council, The Royal Mint. * Culture: Llantrisant Male Voice Chair, Llantrisant Festival, Llantrisant Fete, Court Leet, Freeman Dinner, Loving Cup, The Mace, Mari Lwyd, Beating of the Bounds. * Sport: Llantrisant Rugby Club, The Black Army, Welsh Handball Court, Llantrisant Community Route. * History: Battle of Crécy, Edward II, Edward III, Edward The Black Prince. * People: Dr William Price, Sir David Evans, Sir Cennydd George Traherne, Sir Brandon Meredith Rhys Williams. * Other: Crécy-en-Ponthieu, Llantrisant Ghost Walk. All submissions and inquiries should be directed to llantrisant.submissions@crocels.ac.uk

* Submission Deadline: Jul 31, 2021 * Notification Due: Aug 31, 2021 * Final Version Due: Sep 30, 2021

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The 5 hour finale live stream just concluded and y’all, it was crazy. It has been a wonderful several months with all you guys and I am so excited for April 8th and Junior Year. 

MASSIVE SPOILERS UNDER THE FOLD IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE STREAM YET. Here is my clusterfuck of a commentary. Enjoy!

Fantasy High: Sophomore Year Live Reaction -HOOT GROWL BABY it's time. I didn't react to part one but wOW that one was crazy. Get ready for EMOTIONS :'(( -SIG FIG RESCUE MISSION lol #ontour -well ok brennan that canopy shit is scary as fuck -murph is still looking like riz -Zaphriel and Ayda!!!!!!! -"HOLD ME BACK GORGUG" i love u emily -Brennan I stg -Ayda is Gorgug's dad lol -oh shIT they're totally in the cottage -heLL YEAH AYDA!! -oh GOD figayda kiss? exceptional. -if ayda dies i WILL throw dice at Brennan -ok brennan make me cry then -GET THE VAN GORGUG -gorgug truly is the greatest wizard of this age -#hugeblueguy -aww zac oyama i love you -"semi-fallen" oH dEar -gorgug texts zelda IMMEDIATELY i love him -amaZING thank you zelda -"ew, creepy, hate that" -zaphriel is the best character you guys, what a homie -i keep forgetting ayda can fly. like she has wings. i know that. -AELWYN! -nOPE someone is coming through the forest and if it's arianwen i will kill cry -HANGMAN???? -HANGMAN!!!! HIS DOG!!!!! -HANGMAN NO I LOVE YOU YOU'RE THE CUTEST DOGGY -adaine i love you baby -"the weak yogurt man" -what high ranking devil??? -fabian you're adorable -aww fabian has a puppy!! (i get that the hangman is eight feet long don't @ me) -that's the first "the ball" -lou can never have the highest roll -BARDY BOYS -oop kristen and riz time -tracker? i barely even know her -chills, brennan. chills -someone in the chat just said "so did skrank fuck zelda?" -intense muSIC -nononononononono -ragh, tracker, and sandralynn better be all right -ooo a sTICK -HELL YEAH RETURN OF THE RIBBON DANCE -"riz weeps" holy shit i love him -"something bad always happens when we go off together" -#RIZTEN -awwoOOOOOOO -ayda can fly too! -absolutely FUCK this bridge ABOUT 30 MINUTES -poor ayda -please say they're ok brennan -"put your tongue baCK in your mouth" -sANDRA LYNN NO -"what kind of arrows" "you know what kind" fuCK OFF BRENNAN -if baxter dies i will cry -wait faerie fire is a cleric spell..? absolutely fuck me -ok aelwyn let's fuck shit up -calling the bank in the middle of this nightmare forest lol -heLL YEAH ZAPHRIEL -luck check luck check luck check -"y'all are going to turn into dragons" -fabian straight up cries? what a fucking rich kid -NO WAY HE HAD T H E COIN??? -REMOVE CURSE BABY -"nnOOO!" lmao -ally and brennan are in the chat -kristen's religion is REALLY coming in handy -the name was turned into the night yorb lol -"how's that axe feeling?" "..pretty light ;)" i love him -ayda can lift the axe??? exceptional -FIG IS KALINA? ABSOLUTELY RAD -brennan has created a place where illusions are real and emily is holding him TO IT -"do you have a dongle?" incredible -EMILY I LOVE YOU! KALINA IS A YOUTUBER BABY -wretchrot is baCK baby -aelwyn i love that -"i am a low quality child" "yeah ayda you're a bad kid" -"hey bitch" emily axford is a goddess -im sorry cOURT OF ELDERS? -NO I WILL CRY -ROLL INITIATIVE TIME -go OFF hangman -ooo some high initiatives babyyy -zac oyama is my favorite ever -"trackerrr" -brian as soon as emily was threatened said "how dare you" -brennan you FUCK "i'm awake for all of this" FUCK YOU -fig and her mommy issues: an album -absolutely FUCK THE TREE GUY -kick that wood elf BITCH ABOUT ONE HOUR -fuck him UP fabian, shit in his gODDAMN mOUTh -"SPRING BREAK YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER" -pleASE BRENNAN LET HIM SHOOT HER WITH THE TINCTURE -spRING break this is for the corn god -okay nevermind riz is holding his action -i love the intrepid heroes they're adorable -"ice feast" fucking love them so much -yES the ball thank GOD -brennan..? -"her rage ends" tracker = barbarian -FIRST NAT 20 BABY -"IT 100% WORKS BUT IT 50% WORKED" -that's the second "the ball" -bOOOOOOO BRENNAN -mad plans for the tree guy -sorry, is his name crAFTME ROOTDRINKER? -oh ok it's aelwyn we're fine -cone of cOLD baby i love aelwyn what a babe -you absolutely hate to see it -ragh my baby i love you -SPRING BREAK -tracker nO PLEASE -TRACKER JUST CRIT OH NO -brennan is really good at acting this btw -wait 14 on a crit??? i mean oH NO kRISTEN, bOO -disPEL MAGIC BABY -ALLY BEARDSLEY YOU ABSOLUTE GOD -aww kristennn is babyyy -tracker nooo don't cryyyy -you've sAVED your GIRLFRIEND -"some of us have already done that today" fig the sHADE -ally simply musT get new dex -absolutely fuck that brennan i don't need that vampire pixie -FUCK IT UP AYDA -FIGHT ME IN THE SKY! -"does a 29 hit?" daMN zac that absolute SHADE -53 DAMAGE?? CHEJ IS SO FUCKING STRONG -"goddamn paper lantern" -absolutely fuck you brennan -nevermind gorgug and adaine both passed the con saving throw -"i don't like you" lou really gets personally upset about this and i love that -nO NO NONONONO aelwyn and tracker are down -FUCK IT UP ADAINE -gdi brennan don't do this to us -ABSOLUTELY FUCK THE TREE -fig is straight up gonna kill her mom -this is scary as fuck -HANGMAN HAS A BREATH WEAPON AND YOU DIDN'T SAY SHIT??? CHOKE ON GRAPES BRENNAN -FUCK EM UP HANGMAN ABOUT 1 HOUR AND A HALF -wood elf is DOWN baby hoot growl -kristen thinks the elf is gak lol -23 DAMAGE??? AC OF 25??? ABSOLUTELY FUCK IT UP FABIAN -SHENANIGANS TIME FOR MURPH -HELL SECRET AGENT TIME -27??? RIZ YOU'RE THE HOTTEST -third the ball -imagine the ball is secretly SO HOT without the hat -YES BRENNAN GOT A NAT 1 EAT YOUR GODDAMN DICE -sweEET -fourth the ball (they've all been Lou cuz of course) -incredible turn murph -kalina is SO GOOD at skateboarding -#bloodphoto -KALINA HAS 23 WISDOM? absolutely fuck me -oh hELL YEAH FIG COUNTER THE COUNTER -emily is doing some SHIT right now you guys (fear spell) -DAMMIT that high as fuck wisdom -sorry WHAT she rips open sPACE??? -BABY BETTER SAVE THE GODDAMN DAY -let's go BABY -"mMMHHHHnnN leET ME tOUCh ItT" baby is fucking weird -"baby vs mommy" i love you siobhan -aelwyn better not DIE brennan -riz baby let's get it -trACKEr -nAT 1??? kristen is unCONSCIOUS?? -HUMAN DETERMINATION!!! THE GRIT BABY] -wait aura of life is badass!! they can't lose damage?? -okay scrap that we're gonna TURN UNDEAD and then MASS HEALING WORD? absolutely incredible -gorgug has so much goddamn health -FUCK THIS TREE DUDE -KILL IT AYDA LET'S GO -"her girl's side" *in lou voice* okAY bRENNNAn -second nat 1 but both of them re-rolled -GEM!!!! -LET'S GET GORTHALAX BABYYYY -"BIG DADDY" -ayda is so turned on lol -KILL IT CHEJ OKAYYYY -fuck this centaur -i'm so nervous -puT THOSE DICE DOWN BRENNAN -"you're gonna drop." shuT UP -riz is fULLY DEAD???? -i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. -sHUT UP BRENNAN -baby is DEAD oh my GOD you absolutely hate to see it ABOUT 2 HOURS -nO NO NO NO NO NO NO PUT THAT CROWN AWAY BITCH -absolutely fuck me, the nightmare king is totally fucking back i hate myself -aww fabian is baby -hELL YEAH FABIAN SPRING BREAK -"i've lost one friend, that's too many" fabian is adorable -"that's a full ass miss, my guy" -sandra lynn just crit on chej :(((((( -14 damage is not very spring break of her (she did 28 but it was halved because gorgug is such a strong boyyy) -LET'S GO LOU -almost all of them are spellcasters wtf (only one who isn't is riz but he has a daily misty step) -fuck em up hangman -fUCK EM UP HANGMAN! d8 + 2d6 +8 i think -figaroth the unfaethable baby -THOSE ARE SOME SHENANIGANS FIG I LOVE IT (she's shattering the rubies to get a revivify diamond) -casts teleport??? aelwyn came here to FUCK -"i would love to teach you this spell" aww the abernant sisters liking each other is my new aesthetic -fuck em up adaine -you can hit the tree on a 12 babyyyyy -heLL YEAH 44 DAMAGE ADAINE IS STRONG NOW -kalina is not even that cool she just said "that's enough of that" in the most uncool way -2 down 3 to go! -omg wait it would be so badass if they could just remove curse on kalina -"Mr. The Insatiable" -ayda is such a sweetheart "i don't care if you want me to date your daughter but i do hope you love me" -"I LOVE THIS SONG" yes siobhan me too -on a DC 20 she got a 31!!!! consider my jeans creamed -SHRED BABY GIRL!!! -KILLIAN IS DEAD! RIZ IS ALIVE! -ayda is so turned on AHHH -I LOVE RIZ SO MUCH "am i interrupting something???" -fuck him UP chej! 3 hits, no crits -hell yeah mr. march!! oh sorry wrong series -a gROUP PROJECT i'm DEAD -someone in the chat called him "snac oyama" and you're rigHT -siobhan's straight fucking this tree UP -the spellcasters are like all out of spells at this point -fuck OFF arianwen. KILL YOUR MOM -"where's your father, aelwyn?" "last i saw, adaine killed him so *shrug*" i lOVE HER -FUCK THEM UP GORTHALAX -abolutely fuck the nightmare king -waIT GORTHALAX IS GONNA KILL THE NIGHTMARE KING -sidenote: fig calls gorthalax pops -dO IT BRENNAN kILL YOUR OWN BIG BAD -this treeant has GOT to be dead -NAT 1 on that attack?? SPRING BREAK BABY -no we haven't seen kalina in action brennan, and we do not want to -OH SHIT THE TIE! YOu just got FUCKed bRENnan eaT youR DICE -yeS AYDA ROAST HER -"GOTTEM!" -i'm sorry i just hallucinated, did you say 6 ATTACKS? -time to go VIRAL BABY -19 intelligence, 23 wisdom, 20 charisma for kalina? absolutely fuck me -riz just got kICKed! you absolutely hate to see it -GODDAMMIT -KALINA IS HOMOPHOBIC CONFIRMED ABOUT 2 AND A HALF HOURS -brennan be like "im about to kill this bird" -absolutely fuck me i hate this -let's go FIG -time to caTCH the bALL -murph has the same thinking face as riz and it's adorable -this is not very spring break brennan -DC 25 acrobatics check? c'mon faBIAN -29????? -fifth the ball (from the hangman) -"there's just something endearing about him" fabian loving his friends is adorable -absolutely fuck me that fire elemental is adorable -absolutely swaddle the ball -well hot take but fuck the nightmare king you guys -absolutely NOT brennan do NOT kill adaine you PSYCHO BITCH -PLEASE ADAINE LIVE -STRAIGHT DEAD? FULLY DEAD? FUCK OFF WITH THIS INSTAKILL SHIT BRENNAN -hell yeah ayda is back and kristen has the revivify diamond -aelwyn FULLY banished that unicorn -it's good to know ragh really doesn't want them to die -YES RAGH IS BACK BABY -fuck em up kristen -s/o to DND Beyond btw absolutely banger website -hell yeah mass healing word is awesome -clerics are GOOD you guys i should play more clerics -FUCK IT UP AYDA -SANDRA LYNN IS BACK BABY -skater chej is my favorite thing -aBSOLUTEly fuck the tree -i have no idea wHAT is happening ABOUT 3 HOURS -fuCK YOU nightmare king -i absolutely hate this battle but at least gorthalax is still standing -gorgug better split this gd tree -"what if we just kill kalina?" yeah zac it's that goddamn easy -brennan almost just fucked everyone -"does she want to borrow my teddy bear?" the SHADE -"MAKEOVERRR" i love you siobhan -this tree SUCKS -battlemaster is cool as fUCK SPRING BREAK -BARDY BOYS also i think that was a nat 20 -i can't imagine the thistlesprings watching the battle livestream and like worrying if gorgug is going to die -FUCK HER UP THE BALL -ABSOLUTE SHENANIGANS FROM MURPH! -with ADVANTAGE BABY -"has anyone seen my hat!?" keep it off baby you're HOT now -"mirrors negate mirrors" "i think oscar wilde said that" i love them -#hotrizweek? -holy shit fig is FUCKING THIS BATTLE UP -HELL YEAH KALINA ROLLS A NATURAL 2!!!! -hell yeah adaine is back and SO MUCH is happening that i'm like forgetting to write down my reactions -kill this woody motherfucker baby -the music is too lOUD -ok it's normal now -fuck em up gorgug -i'm sorry the chat is saying he did 90 DAMAGE?!?!?!? -KILL IT CHEJ ILY -fuck off brennan, absolutely fuck off -ABSOLUTELY FUCK OFF BRENNAN -gorthalax is FULLY DEAD? absolUTELY FUCK YOU -SAINT KRISTEN APPLEBEES -adaine has SOLVED THIS SHIT -god all the abernant names are confusing -fuck you kalina ABOUT 3 AND A HALF HOURS -BRENNAN I STG IF RAGH ENDS UP DEAD -hellish rebuke that bitch -c'MON faBIAN HIT that BITCH -wait is kalina a rogue and a druid? absolutely incredible -FUCK IT UP FABIAN -OMG THE HANGMAN BETTER FUCK THIS UP -YES THE BALL 31 DAMAGE -so the stream just ended. i'll say it again: absolutely fuck me -ok so we're back and kalina got fucked up -WHAT THE FUCK A NAT 20???????? YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO SEE IT -ALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS -I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS AND NEITHER CAN BRENNAN -MAGIC IS REAL AND SO IS MY ALLY -i can't believe this. eat your GOD damn DICE brennan! -OMG ARE THE NIGHTMARE KING AND THE GODDESS ONE AND THE SAME? -THEY ARE! THE NIGHTMARE KING IS THE NIGHTMARE QUEEN -brennan is CRAZY AHHHHH -brennan absolutely stop this tension -28 insight. brennan is fucked -GO TOWARDS HIM KRISTEN -YES!!!! PLEASE SAY THIS IS A GOOD THING -ALLY GOT A NAT 20 THEY BETTER BE RIGHT -fear. is. not. real. -this is just like the ending of moana -NO WAY BRENNAN I LOVE YOU (you wouldn't believe it from what i have said but it's true) -this is intense i'm about to cry -you're meeting god and you say "is it too early for this?" -LMAO 5'9" -Moral of the story: IDK and that's OK -ok ally make me cRy -HELL YEAH NEW SHIRT BABY -i'm so emotional -"well oBVIouslY cASsAndRa" i wish every deity had names as normal and human as cassandra -fuck them UP cassie -i love that tracker's just like "uh... babe?" -love having god in your corner -no more hangman puppy :((( -RIZTEN are the CUTEST i love them "i love all of them, riz the most, we know this" -"we still need the crown for our grade" FABIAN I LOVE YOU -"counselo- former counsel- i'm an assistant :(" why do y'all think this man is hot -KILL ARIANWEN -"she tried to hurt me in my shattered state?" "that's her MO" aww adaine my baby -HOLY SHIT PLEASE GIVE GILEAR ALL OF ARIANWEN'S MAGIC -GORGUG YOU SWEETHEART I LOVE YOU -cassandra throwing SHADE -ThE vANdS -aelwyn throwing SHADE -AWW RAGH I LOVE YOU BABY brennan lives another day -"a big bug gave me a riddle" that is NOT what happened -aww the hirelings are all crying and i DO NOT stan -hell YEAH cassandra OH I STOPPED KEEPING TRACK OF TIME IT'S BEEN OVER 4 HOURS -hELL YES HANGVAN -i love you fabian -nO IS CHUNGLE DOWN BIM REAL? -maybe the real chungle down bim is the friends we made along the way -GARTHY i love them -arthuR aGUEFORT - absolutely wild -ayda and arthur is crazy -"snOGGING THE HEADMASTER'S DAUGHTER ARE WE?" -awww that is so smooth fig "you don't need to make me the most magnificent creature because it seems you already have" -ARTHUR PULLS THROUGH -garthy is a cutie i love how they care so much for ayda -oH FUCK ME garthy is ayda's child from her previous life -"your girlfriend's daughter fucked your mom!" goddammit siobhan i can't handle this -if they fail i will cry -CHRONOMANCY!? absolutely fuck me -"professor principal headmaster aguefort" -hell yeah arthur you're killing it -faelwyn? absolutely can't handle it -aww kristen is baby -jawbone and sandra lynn are ok? amazing -jawbone is the best character -"our parents are great" kill me why don't you siobhan -AWWW FUCKING STOP BRENNAN WITH THESE GIFTS -i just cried he wants to adopt her -"you're easy to love" jawbone is fUCKING me up -LYDIA BARKROCK what a badass i love her already -"a pheonix whom everyone she touches is reborn better" fuck off emily -gorgug is a cutie <3 <3 -ABSOLUTELY KICK SKRANKS BIRD ASS -GORGUG CONFIRMED FUCKS -riz is a dork i love him -who knew "you're so much like your father" could make me feel like that -GILEAR IS MOVING THE FUCK IN BABY -GILEAR WITH SELF CONFIDENCE IS MY AESTHETIC -aww jawbone gave ayda autism books? jawbone is the sweetest to ayda cuz OF COURSE HE IS -AYDA GETS HER SPELL!!! -Ayda's Comprehend Subtext is the cutest spell ever -adaine and fig's friendship is too cute -craig has always been down for everything. i don't know craig but i love him -YES HOOT GROWL HOOT GROWL I'M SO PROUD OF RAGH -"BAD KIDS FOR LIFE" RAGH IS A CUTIE -NO FAELWYN IS REALLY HAPPENING I CAN'T -fabian's laugh is so cute -i love how nervous fabian is -WAIT FABIAN AND AELWYN ABSOLUTELY WILL FUCK? -fabian's gonna get his KISSES IN -aww i get how hyped figayda is but they are truly so adorable -weLL EMILY AXFORD I WILL LET YOU HURT ME LIKE THAT -they said i love you :((( -tracker only deserves the best -TRACKER'S GOING TO FALLINEL? I LOVE HER -ragh is going too? gay road trip! -that's adorable -ABSOLUTELY NOT BRENNAN FUCK OFF DO NOT SAY THE NIGHT YORB IS GONNA BE THE NEXT VILLAIN -BRENNAN NO YOU BITCH I HATE YOU THE NIGHT YORB IS THE VILLAIN OF JUNIOR YEAR? -that was crazy. i cried, i laughed. i am fuCKING HYPED FOR CROWN OF CANDY AND JUNIOR YEAR GANG!