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Chaos seemed to close in on them from every corner, far off shouts lingering in the air as the attacks seemed to expand to other Houses. Circenia only clutched her daughter tighter as they followed Keikelius, anger warring with fear in the deep recesses of her mind. Was this what it had all come to? Death and destruction? The Stravos were meant to be bound for glory, not… this.
Through the smoke and haze, she saw figures approaching, once more pushing Chara behind her back. Even with the strange foreign woman who had come to their aid, the princess hardly felt safe, and she was not prepared to face yet another new threat. When the men came closer, however, the one in the lead came into clearer view, and Circenia nearly sobbed with relief. Elias. He was here to put a stop to this. Or, at the very least, to get them out.
“Oh, thank the gods,” the Stravos matriarch wailed as his arm wrapped around her, briefly burying her face in the comfort of his shoulder. “I had no idea where you were, if you were safe…” Her mouth set in a hard line, she shook her head. “It’s spreading, Elias. Something tells me our House will not be the only one to suffer today.” One arm clutched Chara while the other held desperately to her son. Worry suffused her angled features, glancing at her golden boy with jaw clenched. “Have you seen Danae? She was not here when the attacks started, but neither do I know exactly where she is…”
At his suggestion that they head toward the palati for cover, she nodded. Obviously, they couldn’t stay here, and she doubted there was a safer place in the capital than the royal palace. However, she could not stop the fear for her youngest and prayed that they might find her along the way. Who knew? Maybe she’d made it to the palati herself. Either way, there was little she could do for her here and knew heading for safety was their best chance of making it out of this relatively unscathed.
Surrounded on all sides by the royal guard, Circenia felt a measure of tension release in her shoulders. At least it was not just the four of them any more; there was certainly something to be said about strength in numbers. Putting her concerns to the side for the time being, she followed along resolutely with her head held high. Even in the face of such danger, the princess was not one to give into despair. They had weathered so many storms in this past month, she had no doubt they would get through this one, as well.
Patience. Determination. Plotting. All of this and more would ensure that they came out the victors in all of this, even if they had to change their entire course. No matter how desperate it all currently seemed, it would all work out in the end. It had to. What other choice did they have?
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Chaos seemed to close in on them from every corner, far off shouts lingering in the air as the attacks seemed to expand to other Houses. Circenia only clutched her daughter tighter as they followed Keikelius, anger warring with fear in the deep recesses of her mind. Was this what it had all come to? Death and destruction? The Stravos were meant to be bound for glory, not… this.
Through the smoke and haze, she saw figures approaching, once more pushing Chara behind her back. Even with the strange foreign woman who had come to their aid, the princess hardly felt safe, and she was not prepared to face yet another new threat. When the men came closer, however, the one in the lead came into clearer view, and Circenia nearly sobbed with relief. Elias. He was here to put a stop to this. Or, at the very least, to get them out.
“Oh, thank the gods,” the Stravos matriarch wailed as his arm wrapped around her, briefly burying her face in the comfort of his shoulder. “I had no idea where you were, if you were safe…” Her mouth set in a hard line, she shook her head. “It’s spreading, Elias. Something tells me our House will not be the only one to suffer today.” One arm clutched Chara while the other held desperately to her son. Worry suffused her angled features, glancing at her golden boy with jaw clenched. “Have you seen Danae? She was not here when the attacks started, but neither do I know exactly where she is…”
At his suggestion that they head toward the palati for cover, she nodded. Obviously, they couldn’t stay here, and she doubted there was a safer place in the capital than the royal palace. However, she could not stop the fear for her youngest and prayed that they might find her along the way. Who knew? Maybe she’d made it to the palati herself. Either way, there was little she could do for her here and knew heading for safety was their best chance of making it out of this relatively unscathed.
Surrounded on all sides by the royal guard, Circenia felt a measure of tension release in her shoulders. At least it was not just the four of them any more; there was certainly something to be said about strength in numbers. Putting her concerns to the side for the time being, she followed along resolutely with her head held high. Even in the face of such danger, the princess was not one to give into despair. They had weathered so many storms in this past month, she had no doubt they would get through this one, as well.
Patience. Determination. Plotting. All of this and more would ensure that they came out the victors in all of this, even if they had to change their entire course. No matter how desperate it all currently seemed, it would all work out in the end. It had to. What other choice did they have?
Chaos seemed to close in on them from every corner, far off shouts lingering in the air as the attacks seemed to expand to other Houses. Circenia only clutched her daughter tighter as they followed Keikelius, anger warring with fear in the deep recesses of her mind. Was this what it had all come to? Death and destruction? The Stravos were meant to be bound for glory, not… this.
Through the smoke and haze, she saw figures approaching, once more pushing Chara behind her back. Even with the strange foreign woman who had come to their aid, the princess hardly felt safe, and she was not prepared to face yet another new threat. When the men came closer, however, the one in the lead came into clearer view, and Circenia nearly sobbed with relief. Elias. He was here to put a stop to this. Or, at the very least, to get them out.
“Oh, thank the gods,” the Stravos matriarch wailed as his arm wrapped around her, briefly burying her face in the comfort of his shoulder. “I had no idea where you were, if you were safe…” Her mouth set in a hard line, she shook her head. “It’s spreading, Elias. Something tells me our House will not be the only one to suffer today.” One arm clutched Chara while the other held desperately to her son. Worry suffused her angled features, glancing at her golden boy with jaw clenched. “Have you seen Danae? She was not here when the attacks started, but neither do I know exactly where she is…”
At his suggestion that they head toward the palati for cover, she nodded. Obviously, they couldn’t stay here, and she doubted there was a safer place in the capital than the royal palace. However, she could not stop the fear for her youngest and prayed that they might find her along the way. Who knew? Maybe she’d made it to the palati herself. Either way, there was little she could do for her here and knew heading for safety was their best chance of making it out of this relatively unscathed.
Surrounded on all sides by the royal guard, Circenia felt a measure of tension release in her shoulders. At least it was not just the four of them any more; there was certainly something to be said about strength in numbers. Putting her concerns to the side for the time being, she followed along resolutely with her head held high. Even in the face of such danger, the princess was not one to give into despair. They had weathered so many storms in this past month, she had no doubt they would get through this one, as well.
Patience. Determination. Plotting. All of this and more would ensure that they came out the victors in all of this, even if they had to change their entire course. No matter how desperate it all currently seemed, it would all work out in the end. It had to. What other choice did they have?
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The Athenian Guard have arrived! Through the calls of the people and the noise of rioting in the streets, the marching jog of soldiers in armour can be heard trundling down the streets as rioters and commoners alike flee from under the hooves of their mounted leader. A Captain leads the men and orders them to escort the royals into the safest parts of their homes. The Stravos among them are encouraged to join that of the Antonis family, where the fighting is less severe and the ladies can be kept together. After placing squads of men at their door to protect them against the starving call of the people, the Guard move into action. Lances are drawn and swords wielded as violence and threat of pain starts to break up the crowds and send them hurtling back into the outer circle of the city.
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The Athenian Guard have arrived! Through the calls of the people and the noise of rioting in the streets, the marching jog of soldiers in armour can be heard trundling down the streets as rioters and commoners alike flee from under the hooves of their mounted leader. A Captain leads the men and orders them to escort the royals into the safest parts of their homes. The Stravos among them are encouraged to join that of the Antonis family, where the fighting is less severe and the ladies can be kept together. After placing squads of men at their door to protect them against the starving call of the people, the Guard move into action. Lances are drawn and swords wielded as violence and threat of pain starts to break up the crowds and send them hurtling back into the outer circle of the city.
Curveball Hear The People Sing
The Athenian Guard have arrived! Through the calls of the people and the noise of rioting in the streets, the marching jog of soldiers in armour can be heard trundling down the streets as rioters and commoners alike flee from under the hooves of their mounted leader. A Captain leads the men and orders them to escort the royals into the safest parts of their homes. The Stravos among them are encouraged to join that of the Antonis family, where the fighting is less severe and the ladies can be kept together. After placing squads of men at their door to protect them against the starving call of the people, the Guard move into action. Lances are drawn and swords wielded as violence and threat of pain starts to break up the crowds and send them hurtling back into the outer circle of the city.
With a number of men at his back and his family in front of him, Elias of Stravos was at last satisfied that there was reward to be had in the deep machinations he'd set into motion. Even if everything else crumbled, so long as the lineage of Stravos persisted, it mattered very little if their suffering continued. Elias thought of the rebellion of the lower classes as a blind lashing, their looting and anger not wrought upon the Stravos out of blatant hatred for that house, but rather out of blindness. Strike the nobility, he could imagine them thinking, lashing out at all of the properties within the Inner Circle and their vises drawing even towards the royal palati itself. Athenia was in discontent and it was a direct consequence of his imposed negligence.
Their eyes will turn to Xanthos soon, he asserted as his mother brought herself to him. Her face buried into his shoulder, and Elias of Stravos raised his arm and brushed his fingers into the woman's hair in soft reassurance that he was, indeed, real and not an apparition. Circenia of Stravos was an astute woman, and brought mention to the fact he already knew very well. Word had come in from the palati that multiple houses were already under attack, and as the voices of the rioters drew farther and farther away, his mother's voice drowned out with them. His fingers drew out of the woman's hair as distaste wove itself firmly into his expression. The foreigner woman had yet to acknowledge his words, and her continued presence only brought greater credence to his discomfort. He wanted to tell his mother something, to give her reassurances, but he couldn't be sure that the ears around him were safe to divulge anything with.
Then, the guard arrived. Reinforcements bolstered his small detachment and circled about the royal family, forming a hard line through which the barbarian woman would have a fight on her hands to penetrate. Elias reached out to his sister next, then to his father as the guard made their points that keeping the Stravoses within their own home was to their detriment. The old theatre that was Archontiko Stravos was bare of resources, sold off to fund their rise to power and though the coin had already begun to swell their coffers, it wasn't yet brought to fruition that their home was restored to its former glory. And in all likelihood, after part of the manor was destroyed, that glory was drawing further and further out of reach. At last, Elias deigned it appropriate to answer his mother's concern, but there was nothing particularly reassuring for him to say.
"I haven't seen her, mother. However, Danae is a clever girl and if she was a victim to this sordid rebellion she'd be among the first for this filth to thrust out and lay claim to in their macabre celebrations. We'd know her demise before our need to investigate it." Elias' eye twitched with the cold admission of it, but he hoped to the Gods that he was right. Surely, the peasant garbage that sought out violence and rage against their superiors would laud themselves for every victim they claimed. The guard suggested they joined House Antonis, and Elias was displeased by the notion of it. Though the palati was farther away, what reassurances were there that the rabble wouldn't penetrate those defenses just as they had Archontiko Stravos?
"You with lances, take point. The rest, raise your shields and keep my family safe," he commanded, his fists clenched at the audacity of all of this. Always, Elias had sought to protect his family above his machinations, even their interests. Stravos boats had been left relatively untouched by his ambitions to destroy the Athenian economy, but he realized his folly in that, too. Seeing Archontiko Stravos fall with the rest of the inner circle, while certainly not ideal, would throw the blame away from them when this rebellion and the repercussions of it came to light. And for that, at the very least, he was pleased. The sounds in the distance seemed to wane further and further, and Elias could only assume that the peasantry was being pushed back. Violence was the answer here, the only answer that could be found. Elias gave his orders when he did, and was pleased that his guardsmen were obeying them.
Teach them with pain that their rebellion will not be tolerated. Let them grovel as their blood spills instead of ours, he mused.
"The palace should be safer than Archontiko Antonis. Guide us there, through the back way. Two of you, go and claim the rest of the royals. Assure their safety and continue to push back the rebellion. If their homes are in ruins, bring them to the palati as well."
With that, Elias commanded the guard to take them over to the palace, and all rebellion to be quelled on their way there. He offered his hand to his mother, should she require strength to push on.
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With a number of men at his back and his family in front of him, Elias of Stravos was at last satisfied that there was reward to be had in the deep machinations he'd set into motion. Even if everything else crumbled, so long as the lineage of Stravos persisted, it mattered very little if their suffering continued. Elias thought of the rebellion of the lower classes as a blind lashing, their looting and anger not wrought upon the Stravos out of blatant hatred for that house, but rather out of blindness. Strike the nobility, he could imagine them thinking, lashing out at all of the properties within the Inner Circle and their vises drawing even towards the royal palati itself. Athenia was in discontent and it was a direct consequence of his imposed negligence.
Their eyes will turn to Xanthos soon, he asserted as his mother brought herself to him. Her face buried into his shoulder, and Elias of Stravos raised his arm and brushed his fingers into the woman's hair in soft reassurance that he was, indeed, real and not an apparition. Circenia of Stravos was an astute woman, and brought mention to the fact he already knew very well. Word had come in from the palati that multiple houses were already under attack, and as the voices of the rioters drew farther and farther away, his mother's voice drowned out with them. His fingers drew out of the woman's hair as distaste wove itself firmly into his expression. The foreigner woman had yet to acknowledge his words, and her continued presence only brought greater credence to his discomfort. He wanted to tell his mother something, to give her reassurances, but he couldn't be sure that the ears around him were safe to divulge anything with.
Then, the guard arrived. Reinforcements bolstered his small detachment and circled about the royal family, forming a hard line through which the barbarian woman would have a fight on her hands to penetrate. Elias reached out to his sister next, then to his father as the guard made their points that keeping the Stravoses within their own home was to their detriment. The old theatre that was Archontiko Stravos was bare of resources, sold off to fund their rise to power and though the coin had already begun to swell their coffers, it wasn't yet brought to fruition that their home was restored to its former glory. And in all likelihood, after part of the manor was destroyed, that glory was drawing further and further out of reach. At last, Elias deigned it appropriate to answer his mother's concern, but there was nothing particularly reassuring for him to say.
"I haven't seen her, mother. However, Danae is a clever girl and if she was a victim to this sordid rebellion she'd be among the first for this filth to thrust out and lay claim to in their macabre celebrations. We'd know her demise before our need to investigate it." Elias' eye twitched with the cold admission of it, but he hoped to the Gods that he was right. Surely, the peasant garbage that sought out violence and rage against their superiors would laud themselves for every victim they claimed. The guard suggested they joined House Antonis, and Elias was displeased by the notion of it. Though the palati was farther away, what reassurances were there that the rabble wouldn't penetrate those defenses just as they had Archontiko Stravos?
"You with lances, take point. The rest, raise your shields and keep my family safe," he commanded, his fists clenched at the audacity of all of this. Always, Elias had sought to protect his family above his machinations, even their interests. Stravos boats had been left relatively untouched by his ambitions to destroy the Athenian economy, but he realized his folly in that, too. Seeing Archontiko Stravos fall with the rest of the inner circle, while certainly not ideal, would throw the blame away from them when this rebellion and the repercussions of it came to light. And for that, at the very least, he was pleased. The sounds in the distance seemed to wane further and further, and Elias could only assume that the peasantry was being pushed back. Violence was the answer here, the only answer that could be found. Elias gave his orders when he did, and was pleased that his guardsmen were obeying them.
Teach them with pain that their rebellion will not be tolerated. Let them grovel as their blood spills instead of ours, he mused.
"The palace should be safer than Archontiko Antonis. Guide us there, through the back way. Two of you, go and claim the rest of the royals. Assure their safety and continue to push back the rebellion. If their homes are in ruins, bring them to the palati as well."
With that, Elias commanded the guard to take them over to the palace, and all rebellion to be quelled on their way there. He offered his hand to his mother, should she require strength to push on.
With a number of men at his back and his family in front of him, Elias of Stravos was at last satisfied that there was reward to be had in the deep machinations he'd set into motion. Even if everything else crumbled, so long as the lineage of Stravos persisted, it mattered very little if their suffering continued. Elias thought of the rebellion of the lower classes as a blind lashing, their looting and anger not wrought upon the Stravos out of blatant hatred for that house, but rather out of blindness. Strike the nobility, he could imagine them thinking, lashing out at all of the properties within the Inner Circle and their vises drawing even towards the royal palati itself. Athenia was in discontent and it was a direct consequence of his imposed negligence.
Their eyes will turn to Xanthos soon, he asserted as his mother brought herself to him. Her face buried into his shoulder, and Elias of Stravos raised his arm and brushed his fingers into the woman's hair in soft reassurance that he was, indeed, real and not an apparition. Circenia of Stravos was an astute woman, and brought mention to the fact he already knew very well. Word had come in from the palati that multiple houses were already under attack, and as the voices of the rioters drew farther and farther away, his mother's voice drowned out with them. His fingers drew out of the woman's hair as distaste wove itself firmly into his expression. The foreigner woman had yet to acknowledge his words, and her continued presence only brought greater credence to his discomfort. He wanted to tell his mother something, to give her reassurances, but he couldn't be sure that the ears around him were safe to divulge anything with.
Then, the guard arrived. Reinforcements bolstered his small detachment and circled about the royal family, forming a hard line through which the barbarian woman would have a fight on her hands to penetrate. Elias reached out to his sister next, then to his father as the guard made their points that keeping the Stravoses within their own home was to their detriment. The old theatre that was Archontiko Stravos was bare of resources, sold off to fund their rise to power and though the coin had already begun to swell their coffers, it wasn't yet brought to fruition that their home was restored to its former glory. And in all likelihood, after part of the manor was destroyed, that glory was drawing further and further out of reach. At last, Elias deigned it appropriate to answer his mother's concern, but there was nothing particularly reassuring for him to say.
"I haven't seen her, mother. However, Danae is a clever girl and if she was a victim to this sordid rebellion she'd be among the first for this filth to thrust out and lay claim to in their macabre celebrations. We'd know her demise before our need to investigate it." Elias' eye twitched with the cold admission of it, but he hoped to the Gods that he was right. Surely, the peasant garbage that sought out violence and rage against their superiors would laud themselves for every victim they claimed. The guard suggested they joined House Antonis, and Elias was displeased by the notion of it. Though the palati was farther away, what reassurances were there that the rabble wouldn't penetrate those defenses just as they had Archontiko Stravos?
"You with lances, take point. The rest, raise your shields and keep my family safe," he commanded, his fists clenched at the audacity of all of this. Always, Elias had sought to protect his family above his machinations, even their interests. Stravos boats had been left relatively untouched by his ambitions to destroy the Athenian economy, but he realized his folly in that, too. Seeing Archontiko Stravos fall with the rest of the inner circle, while certainly not ideal, would throw the blame away from them when this rebellion and the repercussions of it came to light. And for that, at the very least, he was pleased. The sounds in the distance seemed to wane further and further, and Elias could only assume that the peasantry was being pushed back. Violence was the answer here, the only answer that could be found. Elias gave his orders when he did, and was pleased that his guardsmen were obeying them.
Teach them with pain that their rebellion will not be tolerated. Let them grovel as their blood spills instead of ours, he mused.
"The palace should be safer than Archontiko Antonis. Guide us there, through the back way. Two of you, go and claim the rest of the royals. Assure their safety and continue to push back the rebellion. If their homes are in ruins, bring them to the palati as well."
With that, Elias commanded the guard to take them over to the palace, and all rebellion to be quelled on their way there. He offered his hand to his mother, should she require strength to push on.
Lord Keikelius could feel little but a mixture of relief at being saved by his son, and anger that his child's negligence had left the people to rioting. There was little food left to go around and now their own stores would find themselves depleated. Surely, there would not be much to go around for the rest of them and purchasing more with such a high tax on trading was going to be...
The man's mind was simply laden with everything and anything that had gone wrong in the last few weeks. Everything that they had been forced to endure and every single loss that Keikelius and the Stravos family had been forced to take in the process. Now it was their gardens burning and their home ransacked that was yet another mark against their son's power and ability to control his surroundings. His instinct was initially to bite the hand that had clearly come to rescue them, but Keikelius decidedly held his tongue, greeting his son with a similar grasping of his shoulder.
Albeit, his grip squeezed a little too hard.
Then he had pulled his hand away, letting his gaze slide across the soldiers who were taking point to guide them back toward the Palati. As much as the man didn't want to admit it in his silent anger and defeat, Elias was right. They would be much safer in the Palati until the danger had passed. Glancing toward the Palati itself, Keikelius gave a slow, gracious nod. He would not reject protection, but now it was also time to prepare himself for further planning. How did they come back from this? Now that business had started again, how much money would it take to put food back in their stores and their bellies?
Keikelius listened silently, noting that he might have to make an effort to find Danae later. If she was smart, which she was, she wouldn't have been caught. In fact, the man wouldn't put it past his youngest child to lower herself in appearance just to fit in with the urchins that she ran with in the streets. Elias offered his arm to Circenia and Keikelius reached out to take Chara's hand in his own, pulling his daughter tight against his side at first, before putting an arm around her waist. Embracing her slightly from the side, he kept his blade in one hand and tucked Chara under his chin. "Keep your head down, Chara," Keikelius instructed very softly, not giving her any other option but to be coddled in this situation.
He needed to protect something, and the closest person was his daughter. Circenia was strong enough to stand with Elias. Keikelius could never tell with Chara, so he would ensure that she was safe as they started to make their way toward the Palati. "When the danger has died, I will return to the manor and assess damages," he made mention, his voice taking a rather absent tone. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. He was just speaking out loud, needing the comfort of that ability.
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Lord Keikelius could feel little but a mixture of relief at being saved by his son, and anger that his child's negligence had left the people to rioting. There was little food left to go around and now their own stores would find themselves depleated. Surely, there would not be much to go around for the rest of them and purchasing more with such a high tax on trading was going to be...
The man's mind was simply laden with everything and anything that had gone wrong in the last few weeks. Everything that they had been forced to endure and every single loss that Keikelius and the Stravos family had been forced to take in the process. Now it was their gardens burning and their home ransacked that was yet another mark against their son's power and ability to control his surroundings. His instinct was initially to bite the hand that had clearly come to rescue them, but Keikelius decidedly held his tongue, greeting his son with a similar grasping of his shoulder.
Albeit, his grip squeezed a little too hard.
Then he had pulled his hand away, letting his gaze slide across the soldiers who were taking point to guide them back toward the Palati. As much as the man didn't want to admit it in his silent anger and defeat, Elias was right. They would be much safer in the Palati until the danger had passed. Glancing toward the Palati itself, Keikelius gave a slow, gracious nod. He would not reject protection, but now it was also time to prepare himself for further planning. How did they come back from this? Now that business had started again, how much money would it take to put food back in their stores and their bellies?
Keikelius listened silently, noting that he might have to make an effort to find Danae later. If she was smart, which she was, she wouldn't have been caught. In fact, the man wouldn't put it past his youngest child to lower herself in appearance just to fit in with the urchins that she ran with in the streets. Elias offered his arm to Circenia and Keikelius reached out to take Chara's hand in his own, pulling his daughter tight against his side at first, before putting an arm around her waist. Embracing her slightly from the side, he kept his blade in one hand and tucked Chara under his chin. "Keep your head down, Chara," Keikelius instructed very softly, not giving her any other option but to be coddled in this situation.
He needed to protect something, and the closest person was his daughter. Circenia was strong enough to stand with Elias. Keikelius could never tell with Chara, so he would ensure that she was safe as they started to make their way toward the Palati. "When the danger has died, I will return to the manor and assess damages," he made mention, his voice taking a rather absent tone. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. He was just speaking out loud, needing the comfort of that ability.
Lord Keikelius could feel little but a mixture of relief at being saved by his son, and anger that his child's negligence had left the people to rioting. There was little food left to go around and now their own stores would find themselves depleated. Surely, there would not be much to go around for the rest of them and purchasing more with such a high tax on trading was going to be...
The man's mind was simply laden with everything and anything that had gone wrong in the last few weeks. Everything that they had been forced to endure and every single loss that Keikelius and the Stravos family had been forced to take in the process. Now it was their gardens burning and their home ransacked that was yet another mark against their son's power and ability to control his surroundings. His instinct was initially to bite the hand that had clearly come to rescue them, but Keikelius decidedly held his tongue, greeting his son with a similar grasping of his shoulder.
Albeit, his grip squeezed a little too hard.
Then he had pulled his hand away, letting his gaze slide across the soldiers who were taking point to guide them back toward the Palati. As much as the man didn't want to admit it in his silent anger and defeat, Elias was right. They would be much safer in the Palati until the danger had passed. Glancing toward the Palati itself, Keikelius gave a slow, gracious nod. He would not reject protection, but now it was also time to prepare himself for further planning. How did they come back from this? Now that business had started again, how much money would it take to put food back in their stores and their bellies?
Keikelius listened silently, noting that he might have to make an effort to find Danae later. If she was smart, which she was, she wouldn't have been caught. In fact, the man wouldn't put it past his youngest child to lower herself in appearance just to fit in with the urchins that she ran with in the streets. Elias offered his arm to Circenia and Keikelius reached out to take Chara's hand in his own, pulling his daughter tight against his side at first, before putting an arm around her waist. Embracing her slightly from the side, he kept his blade in one hand and tucked Chara under his chin. "Keep your head down, Chara," Keikelius instructed very softly, not giving her any other option but to be coddled in this situation.
He needed to protect something, and the closest person was his daughter. Circenia was strong enough to stand with Elias. Keikelius could never tell with Chara, so he would ensure that she was safe as they started to make their way toward the Palati. "When the danger has died, I will return to the manor and assess damages," he made mention, his voice taking a rather absent tone. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. He was just speaking out loud, needing the comfort of that ability.
Hebe was glad that her father had agreed to her plan and the people looked quite happy as they took the bags that had been placed upon the floor. Some of them peeked inside, probably making certain the bags were filled with food instead of dead rats or something equally disgusting. Others grabbed pieces of fruit or dried meat and stuffed them in their mouths. The young girl felt sorry for them. Most of them were unusually thin and their faces had lit up at the sight of so much food waiting for them. A couple were about her own age, maybe younger. There were even mummers of ‘thank you’ from several of the invaders and grateful looks in her parents’ direction.
About ten minutes had passed when she heard a commotion outside. Someone in the street shouted “The Guard is coming!” The invaders froze in place for a moment, and then panic seized them at the steady cadence of marching soldiers. Snatching as many bags as they could carry, they fled through the broken kitchen walls. When they were gone, Hebe stepped from her hiding place just in time to see her family’s personal guards go outside to speak with the soldiers. Surveying the room as she rejoined her parents, she noted that less than half the bags had been taken. Soldiers stationed themselves in front of the rubble that had once been a door to stop anyone else from getting inside.
There were still shouts in the street, but Hebe imagined that the mobs were breaking up now and that they would be stealing no more food tonight. Their own manor had suffered only minor damage to an area that her father had planned to renovate anyway. She suppressed the urge to gloat at how successful her suggestion had been and did not even mind the stern reprimand delivered by her father because she had not obeyed him and gone upstairs with her sisters.
When she returned to the palace, she would mention the commoners' plight to Princess Emilia. Perhaps the two of them could figure out a way to help them so they would no longer have to result to violence in order to obtain enough food to keep themselves alive. “We should give these remaining bags of food to the poor in the city” she proposed. Theirs stores were far from depleted and they had been willing to lose the supplies that had been prepared for the mob. Once again, her parents agreed with her.
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Hebe was glad that her father had agreed to her plan and the people looked quite happy as they took the bags that had been placed upon the floor. Some of them peeked inside, probably making certain the bags were filled with food instead of dead rats or something equally disgusting. Others grabbed pieces of fruit or dried meat and stuffed them in their mouths. The young girl felt sorry for them. Most of them were unusually thin and their faces had lit up at the sight of so much food waiting for them. A couple were about her own age, maybe younger. There were even mummers of ‘thank you’ from several of the invaders and grateful looks in her parents’ direction.
About ten minutes had passed when she heard a commotion outside. Someone in the street shouted “The Guard is coming!” The invaders froze in place for a moment, and then panic seized them at the steady cadence of marching soldiers. Snatching as many bags as they could carry, they fled through the broken kitchen walls. When they were gone, Hebe stepped from her hiding place just in time to see her family’s personal guards go outside to speak with the soldiers. Surveying the room as she rejoined her parents, she noted that less than half the bags had been taken. Soldiers stationed themselves in front of the rubble that had once been a door to stop anyone else from getting inside.
There were still shouts in the street, but Hebe imagined that the mobs were breaking up now and that they would be stealing no more food tonight. Their own manor had suffered only minor damage to an area that her father had planned to renovate anyway. She suppressed the urge to gloat at how successful her suggestion had been and did not even mind the stern reprimand delivered by her father because she had not obeyed him and gone upstairs with her sisters.
When she returned to the palace, she would mention the commoners' plight to Princess Emilia. Perhaps the two of them could figure out a way to help them so they would no longer have to result to violence in order to obtain enough food to keep themselves alive. “We should give these remaining bags of food to the poor in the city” she proposed. Theirs stores were far from depleted and they had been willing to lose the supplies that had been prepared for the mob. Once again, her parents agreed with her.
Hebe was glad that her father had agreed to her plan and the people looked quite happy as they took the bags that had been placed upon the floor. Some of them peeked inside, probably making certain the bags were filled with food instead of dead rats or something equally disgusting. Others grabbed pieces of fruit or dried meat and stuffed them in their mouths. The young girl felt sorry for them. Most of them were unusually thin and their faces had lit up at the sight of so much food waiting for them. A couple were about her own age, maybe younger. There were even mummers of ‘thank you’ from several of the invaders and grateful looks in her parents’ direction.
About ten minutes had passed when she heard a commotion outside. Someone in the street shouted “The Guard is coming!” The invaders froze in place for a moment, and then panic seized them at the steady cadence of marching soldiers. Snatching as many bags as they could carry, they fled through the broken kitchen walls. When they were gone, Hebe stepped from her hiding place just in time to see her family’s personal guards go outside to speak with the soldiers. Surveying the room as she rejoined her parents, she noted that less than half the bags had been taken. Soldiers stationed themselves in front of the rubble that had once been a door to stop anyone else from getting inside.
There were still shouts in the street, but Hebe imagined that the mobs were breaking up now and that they would be stealing no more food tonight. Their own manor had suffered only minor damage to an area that her father had planned to renovate anyway. She suppressed the urge to gloat at how successful her suggestion had been and did not even mind the stern reprimand delivered by her father because she had not obeyed him and gone upstairs with her sisters.
When she returned to the palace, she would mention the commoners' plight to Princess Emilia. Perhaps the two of them could figure out a way to help them so they would no longer have to result to violence in order to obtain enough food to keep themselves alive. “We should give these remaining bags of food to the poor in the city” she proposed. Theirs stores were far from depleted and they had been willing to lose the supplies that had been prepared for the mob. Once again, her parents agreed with her.
Chara had just gotten a moment to herself, a moment to bring her dear Sibylla out of hiding. Just as she reached towards where her doll remained hidden, the scream of her mother stopped her in her tracks. Her stomach twisted with dread. That was not normal. Mother never screamed like that. Something was very, very wrong. Her suspicions were confirmed by the shout of her father. What was she doing? She needed to go! Panicked, she ran down the stairs and to her parents. The sound of the doors under all that force sounded horrid. Absolutely horrid.
In her mother’s arms, she’d not even the chance to ask where her siblings were before her father instructed that they go out the back. She did not even think to question him. Running with her mother, Chara did her very best to not show her very palpable fear on her face as she heard the doors give way. She was still a Stravos, even if she was terribly frightened. Quelling the urge to look behind her, Chara moved with a speed she did not know she possessed. They reached the door soon enough, but again, Chara found she had no chance to speak. Pushed out into the gardens, Chara glanced at her mother for guidance she soon received.
‘This way.’
It was while they moved through the gardens that Chara began to think about what they were leaving behind. Atreus and Eunike! Would these common people slay her beloved horses? Would they take Sibylla? Her chitons? Chara parted her lips to voice these very real concerns but her mother stopped her. Why were they? It was then she herself caught a whiff of the stench of smoke. Her eyes were wide, even before she was pushed back the way they came. There was a big woman who spoke of living. Of course she wanted to live! She-
‘What are you doing? I told you to get out,’
It seemed her father learned their reasoning before she could even speak. And then, she found herself being directed all over again. As the per the previous times, she did not refuse, not did she try to speak as it seemed the gods did not want her to. Her mother’s question was her own. Chara did not know this woman with a strange accent. Who was to say that she too meant them harm? Father seemed to trust her however, and so Chara went without complaint.
Then came Elias -- Elias!
Her brother here to save them. She held him tightly until he pulled away, utterly relieved to see him. She remained by her mother, trying to catch her breath and calm her twisting stomach. The question about Danae's whereabouts made her stomach drop. Danae! However irksome she found her youngest sibling and sister, the idea that she might fall prey to these barbarians stirred a deep fear within Chara. It couldn’t be so! But what was she thinking? Elias was right. No matter what she thought, Danae was not an idiot. She would make it out alive.
She had to.
“I’m going to be sick,” she whispered, covering her mouth preemptively.
Now in her father’s embrace, Chara felt a stray tear leak from the corner of her eye. Not now! She quickly wiped the thing away, keeping her head low as her father instructed and using it as a cover to hide this show of weakness. She would not cry. Not where they could see her. The guard was here. That would give them enough time to make it to the Palati. Her father’s words allowed her the strength to speak a second time. “Atreus and Eunike...if they perished then...then I do not want to know.”
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Chara had just gotten a moment to herself, a moment to bring her dear Sibylla out of hiding. Just as she reached towards where her doll remained hidden, the scream of her mother stopped her in her tracks. Her stomach twisted with dread. That was not normal. Mother never screamed like that. Something was very, very wrong. Her suspicions were confirmed by the shout of her father. What was she doing? She needed to go! Panicked, she ran down the stairs and to her parents. The sound of the doors under all that force sounded horrid. Absolutely horrid.
In her mother’s arms, she’d not even the chance to ask where her siblings were before her father instructed that they go out the back. She did not even think to question him. Running with her mother, Chara did her very best to not show her very palpable fear on her face as she heard the doors give way. She was still a Stravos, even if she was terribly frightened. Quelling the urge to look behind her, Chara moved with a speed she did not know she possessed. They reached the door soon enough, but again, Chara found she had no chance to speak. Pushed out into the gardens, Chara glanced at her mother for guidance she soon received.
‘This way.’
It was while they moved through the gardens that Chara began to think about what they were leaving behind. Atreus and Eunike! Would these common people slay her beloved horses? Would they take Sibylla? Her chitons? Chara parted her lips to voice these very real concerns but her mother stopped her. Why were they? It was then she herself caught a whiff of the stench of smoke. Her eyes were wide, even before she was pushed back the way they came. There was a big woman who spoke of living. Of course she wanted to live! She-
‘What are you doing? I told you to get out,’
It seemed her father learned their reasoning before she could even speak. And then, she found herself being directed all over again. As the per the previous times, she did not refuse, not did she try to speak as it seemed the gods did not want her to. Her mother’s question was her own. Chara did not know this woman with a strange accent. Who was to say that she too meant them harm? Father seemed to trust her however, and so Chara went without complaint.
Then came Elias -- Elias!
Her brother here to save them. She held him tightly until he pulled away, utterly relieved to see him. She remained by her mother, trying to catch her breath and calm her twisting stomach. The question about Danae's whereabouts made her stomach drop. Danae! However irksome she found her youngest sibling and sister, the idea that she might fall prey to these barbarians stirred a deep fear within Chara. It couldn’t be so! But what was she thinking? Elias was right. No matter what she thought, Danae was not an idiot. She would make it out alive.
She had to.
“I’m going to be sick,” she whispered, covering her mouth preemptively.
Now in her father’s embrace, Chara felt a stray tear leak from the corner of her eye. Not now! She quickly wiped the thing away, keeping her head low as her father instructed and using it as a cover to hide this show of weakness. She would not cry. Not where they could see her. The guard was here. That would give them enough time to make it to the Palati. Her father’s words allowed her the strength to speak a second time. “Atreus and Eunike...if they perished then...then I do not want to know.”
Chara had just gotten a moment to herself, a moment to bring her dear Sibylla out of hiding. Just as she reached towards where her doll remained hidden, the scream of her mother stopped her in her tracks. Her stomach twisted with dread. That was not normal. Mother never screamed like that. Something was very, very wrong. Her suspicions were confirmed by the shout of her father. What was she doing? She needed to go! Panicked, she ran down the stairs and to her parents. The sound of the doors under all that force sounded horrid. Absolutely horrid.
In her mother’s arms, she’d not even the chance to ask where her siblings were before her father instructed that they go out the back. She did not even think to question him. Running with her mother, Chara did her very best to not show her very palpable fear on her face as she heard the doors give way. She was still a Stravos, even if she was terribly frightened. Quelling the urge to look behind her, Chara moved with a speed she did not know she possessed. They reached the door soon enough, but again, Chara found she had no chance to speak. Pushed out into the gardens, Chara glanced at her mother for guidance she soon received.
‘This way.’
It was while they moved through the gardens that Chara began to think about what they were leaving behind. Atreus and Eunike! Would these common people slay her beloved horses? Would they take Sibylla? Her chitons? Chara parted her lips to voice these very real concerns but her mother stopped her. Why were they? It was then she herself caught a whiff of the stench of smoke. Her eyes were wide, even before she was pushed back the way they came. There was a big woman who spoke of living. Of course she wanted to live! She-
‘What are you doing? I told you to get out,’
It seemed her father learned their reasoning before she could even speak. And then, she found herself being directed all over again. As the per the previous times, she did not refuse, not did she try to speak as it seemed the gods did not want her to. Her mother’s question was her own. Chara did not know this woman with a strange accent. Who was to say that she too meant them harm? Father seemed to trust her however, and so Chara went without complaint.
Then came Elias -- Elias!
Her brother here to save them. She held him tightly until he pulled away, utterly relieved to see him. She remained by her mother, trying to catch her breath and calm her twisting stomach. The question about Danae's whereabouts made her stomach drop. Danae! However irksome she found her youngest sibling and sister, the idea that she might fall prey to these barbarians stirred a deep fear within Chara. It couldn’t be so! But what was she thinking? Elias was right. No matter what she thought, Danae was not an idiot. She would make it out alive.
She had to.
“I’m going to be sick,” she whispered, covering her mouth preemptively.
Now in her father’s embrace, Chara felt a stray tear leak from the corner of her eye. Not now! She quickly wiped the thing away, keeping her head low as her father instructed and using it as a cover to hide this show of weakness. She would not cry. Not where they could see her. The guard was here. That would give them enough time to make it to the Palati. Her father’s words allowed her the strength to speak a second time. “Atreus and Eunike...if they perished then...then I do not want to know.”
Magnhildr followed the lord in armor, protecting the rear like instructed. Whoever that didn’t think twice upon seeing the immense woman, covered in blood and with a deadly axe on her axe, was cut down and left for the crows. While Magnhildr seemed calm and collected, doing everything with the precision and cold blood of an experienced soldier, her heart beat fast inside her chest. She was born for battle – for her, it was what made sense.
She heard hooves of a horse and the steps of soldiers as they approached. They were going to put order… she was not happy seeing people put down like this; but she already picked a side. She could only wonder if she would have to be on the opposite side at some other point… it was probably going to be like that.
She was not really surprised when a line of men blocked her from the people she helped protect and led to safely. A disappointed frown painted her hard face; she would have to fight them, and while she was confident she could take them on normal circumstances, she didn’t have her armor. So she slowly backed away and left, ready to go to a more quiet place, perhaps a tavern with ale.
Did she regret helping them and getting hurt? Perhaps. She could only think that, someday, she could possibly fight against them at some point. She would, probably… such was the nature of battle. Magnhildr wouldn’t blink if she had to stick her axe in the head of all the Athenian nobility.
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Magnhildr followed the lord in armor, protecting the rear like instructed. Whoever that didn’t think twice upon seeing the immense woman, covered in blood and with a deadly axe on her axe, was cut down and left for the crows. While Magnhildr seemed calm and collected, doing everything with the precision and cold blood of an experienced soldier, her heart beat fast inside her chest. She was born for battle – for her, it was what made sense.
She heard hooves of a horse and the steps of soldiers as they approached. They were going to put order… she was not happy seeing people put down like this; but she already picked a side. She could only wonder if she would have to be on the opposite side at some other point… it was probably going to be like that.
She was not really surprised when a line of men blocked her from the people she helped protect and led to safely. A disappointed frown painted her hard face; she would have to fight them, and while she was confident she could take them on normal circumstances, she didn’t have her armor. So she slowly backed away and left, ready to go to a more quiet place, perhaps a tavern with ale.
Did she regret helping them and getting hurt? Perhaps. She could only think that, someday, she could possibly fight against them at some point. She would, probably… such was the nature of battle. Magnhildr wouldn’t blink if she had to stick her axe in the head of all the Athenian nobility.
Magnhildr followed the lord in armor, protecting the rear like instructed. Whoever that didn’t think twice upon seeing the immense woman, covered in blood and with a deadly axe on her axe, was cut down and left for the crows. While Magnhildr seemed calm and collected, doing everything with the precision and cold blood of an experienced soldier, her heart beat fast inside her chest. She was born for battle – for her, it was what made sense.
She heard hooves of a horse and the steps of soldiers as they approached. They were going to put order… she was not happy seeing people put down like this; but she already picked a side. She could only wonder if she would have to be on the opposite side at some other point… it was probably going to be like that.
She was not really surprised when a line of men blocked her from the people she helped protect and led to safely. A disappointed frown painted her hard face; she would have to fight them, and while she was confident she could take them on normal circumstances, she didn’t have her armor. So she slowly backed away and left, ready to go to a more quiet place, perhaps a tavern with ale.
Did she regret helping them and getting hurt? Perhaps. She could only think that, someday, she could possibly fight against them at some point. She would, probably… such was the nature of battle. Magnhildr wouldn’t blink if she had to stick her axe in the head of all the Athenian nobility.