#baronyofthesilverwolf

The patrols were looking for raiders.

But the glamour in the distance near the border is more like an aurora borealis meeting a wildfire! A fourteen year old girl with straight dark hair doesn't know where she is. In fact, she's not sure who she is

Around her , visions and dreams flicker and shine.

Odd dreams, strange dreams... of great trees at her knees... of wandering over ravines with a stride of a leg

It is true, recent border raids have stepped up security, and the thanes are on guard. They may be more of a skeleton crew then in the Hold’s more populous days, but why worry about keeping kithain on staff when mortals can easily be borrowed and enchanted to fill roles as needed? A mounted police deputy, radios in to his superior, on a secure channel. “Sergeant Marshall? Some big flash over here - 4th of July in August. Over.” And sends the location...

And it's not long before the lord himself is attending, mounted and armed and with a blue-grey trollish bulk with a badge. "I mislike how close this is to the stables." He remarks tersely over to Thane Danica as hooves pound the well-worn trails towards where the alert came in.

"Odd. If this is a raid, it's unusual. Why would they want to attract attention?" She comments back as they draw closer and see as well as feel the glow that pulses.

And yet, the raiders in the distance aren't unaware of glamour! Far from it.

A roar of motorcycles, as a motley unsavory heads towards the prize.

"Call for backup - send stewards to watch over the southmost stables, tell them to loose the horses if they need- they will flee this rabble and we will recover them later if need." Danica is already calling in for support - she knew it was ill-advised to spread their forces so thin, but it's been quiet and peaceful for so long.

Aiden loosens his sword and gallops forward on his midnight black stallion, calling out, "Halt! Who goes there?"

He sees the motorcyles gaining on a girl, how could they not? The girl in question shifts back and forth! Her mortal mein of a copper skinned hue but then a gray and blue shifts over them as she gains in size. She looks utterly confused but barks back "Gwen.. I think. I think I'm Gwen!"

The storm of glamour about her is heavy, and the bikers seem to be collecting the chimerical snowflakes and dandelion seeds like video game prizes. But when they see the sidhe lord, one greasy looking pooka curses "KEEBLER..." /"How many?" An Eshu grins/"One" A redcap answers, she grins "Just one on a damn horse"

He pulls up, stallion keeping pace with the bikes, sword at the ready. "By the order of the Lord of Silverwolf, you WILL submit! Stand down, or be struck down!" He orders, words lashing out with glamour at their back as he calls upon his sidhe will and grandeur to try to subdue them.

The raiders are an honery lot, but one stops her motorcyle and gapes with worship. The Eshu curses "World of nope... quick, grab whatever the troll carries. Got to be bursting with glamour..." he blinks as the pooka with him is also mesmerized. "Shit. Just me then." And he rides towards the troll..

Definitely a troll.. and she gazes at the great shining host before her and.. drops to a knee. Her spear up raised

And the Eshu moves forward to try to steal her spear and run

well rides

The Baron risks a moment to glance around, listening for hoofbeats - there, in the distance, but not yet catching up. He wheels his stallion around, sliding off and slapping the mount's rump so that the beast darts out of the way. And he stands, sword at the ready, between the Eshu and his prey. - her spear pointed nearly at his back, but he takes the risk...

The Eshu is reckless, like all his kith, and tries for it! What a story this will make as he tries to weave past and snag

Aiden whirls, sweeping his blade to slice towards the arm that is trying to grab the spear! "My land, my right - this child is claimed for Silverwolf!" He declares, half to make his intention known, and half to raise his voice so that his people know where to find them - as if the roar of the motorcycles is not enough.

Aiden has a moving target, and trying for the hand ..well,his blow blow clips it, but does not slide, and the biker glove is enough protection combined with Eshu audicity so it merely stings

The Eshu curses, "Asshole. " And grabs at the spear

"Can you use that spear?" He calls back at at the chrysalid behind him. "Now would be the time!" A hint of an order in his voice. "Strike, or risk it's loss!"

"It's MINE" The wilder yells, not even sure why she's fighting for a spear she doesn't know how she got and she yanks it away then brings the shaft around...

and ends up hurling her spear as she loses her grip, and it goes about 20 feet that way . Embedding it into the soil there. Okay, not her best first battle display

"It was mine" The new troll observes sourly

The Eshu tries to spin around and get it...

when a shot rings out!

And Reckless or no... the Eshu does not want to get shot "Shit"

Eyes narrowed, the baron raises his sword once more. "Stand down, or be struck down- his next shot may not miss, nor my own."

Quick silver flows... one of the others managed to regain their wits.

And they flee... becoming blurs

But they dont' get the spear, nor the troll

"Danica! Take your men and ensure that they have left our land - let none remain behind." He orders as the troll catches up, salutes him, and then heads off, barking orders both aloud and over her radio.

He turns, looking to the troll, sword still in his hand. The handsome man still gleaming with grandeur, as he steps closer, examining the troll - looking for signs of recognizable house or other indications, as well as checking if she is wounded.

She is an odd one, her native american heritage mixed with the blue gray of her mein overall give her almost an indigo sheen. Long straight black hair flows along her back, but there is a vaugely frost like fringe to her. Oddest of all, she seems almost polished, like stone. She has no marks of House. Commoner it seems.

Aiden watches her for a moment, before stepping over to pick up her spear. "Curious." He murmurs. Looking back to her, he introduces, "I am Baron Aiden Lowell ap Ailil, Lord of Silver Wolf, whose lands you abide within. I would have your word that you will come with me peacefully, and with such will return your weapon."

Her eyes follow the spear, "I ..." She is caught up in his beauty and tries to focus, to think, but instead she nods , and feels strangely formal "I give you my word but not my oath" Then she blinks...confused on why she said things that way

A sharp laugh from a little ways away. "She's clever, this one. You should keep the treasure and let her fumble in the woods for the night." Calanthe's voice, amused, as she approaches now that she's had a chance to catch up - coincidentally, also now that the danger has passed.

His brow furrows, and he replies to her mildly, "Haerëroch has fled by my command. Fetch him back to the stables."

"Suite yourself." She replies, and fades back off after a few more moments of examination of the new troll, long enough to feel as though it is on her own will she departs.

And he hands the spear, haft first, back to the Troll. "What name shall we call you?" And a pause. "If you do not know, that is understandable."

And as for the thanes? They see another sidhe approaching.

"Gwen, but it doesn't feel right anymore" She admits, then looks at Calanthe confused , nto sure she likes her tone, but damn she's gorgeous too, and then, the spear is returned to her, and she feels much better.

He seems about to respond again, but turns, sword held still at the ready, to face the sidhe. "And thou art?" Managing, even mussed from the ride, to look fabulous.

(Or is the other sidhe not here yet? Unclear. 🙂 )

"Sir Ivory, ap Liam Bannerhouse Truthbranch. I am from far away as is the girl." he looks over "Gwen? Are you okay?"

For a moment Gwen gapes at this man. "Is everyone here beaui--" Then she says "I know you." Then to the the Baron "I know him, Baron."

"Liam I know, Truthbranch I do not." He sheaths his sword. "His house is well known to be kindly towards mortals... though you are no longer amongst their number."

"And I am the lord of these lands, Baron of Silverwolf. Can you explain the intrusion, Knight?" To Ivory.

"A troll.. how did I not see," Ivory bows low to the Baron "Gwen was a dreamer I was musing, trying to help. She had a rough life. A runaway. Apparently she has undergone a dream dance. But how she got here exactly, I do not know. For you see, she was but earlier today in the Barony of Earth Runes, near Jefferson City, Missour"

"Wait, what state am I in now??" The fourteen year old looks back and forth, instinctively seeking guideance from the sidhe

"Disarray, and confusion." A sigh. "Come with me. The manor is not far." Not quite a request.

"Thank you, My lord. She and I hopefully wont' harry you long" A breath, and he fellows "There were raiders. I saw them.. I take it the lady sidhe has naught to do with them?"

Calanthe steps back onto the path. "By now the horse is back to the stables. I thought best to ensure that this one meant no harm." A troll has joined her, twin to the earlier officer.

A flicker of something in Aiden's expression, but he chooses to ignore that she hasn't followed his earlier order, and presents a united front. "Dame Calanthe is of my house. She and Thane Linnea will escort you to the manor - it is not safe for a Chrysalid to remain in the open. I meet you there shortly."