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Kee, of Cormyr

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Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · Nov 14

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Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 6d

She emerges in a crouch, stepping carefully around the body and moving with far more caution this time around. As soon as she's satisfied it's clear, she calls down,

"Come on up, I see no sign of stragglers or lookouts."

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 6d

but halfway up the ladder and finally eye-level with the others, she looks back and adds, "I didn't thank you yet. We might have lost far more if you hadn't acted, both of you. I'll be thanking Tymora for crossing our paths tonight, and that of my mentor besides."

With that, she scurries up.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 6d

She'll have to shake the thought off for now. Instead, she ties off the bandage and pulls herself up the ladder first, waving Hestor back as she does. "Take the rear. Clearly, I'll need capable hands at my back if we're ambushed... a third time."

Hestor nods silently and obeys. Her brow creases,

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 6d

she finds it drawn back to the young woman. She tries not to stare outright as she passes

She can't quite confirm Knox's words yet, but... was [this] the Empress he served? Surely not, not in a place like this, and there was no sense in this serving her needs.

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Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 6d

"You got the full brief, then?" She listens to the others as they accept her invitation, winding mundane bandages around her arm where the Withered skin had split from movement.

When she steps through the group and tries to offer Aronion her full attention, though,

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 6d

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Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 8d

her home. With such in mind, she waves off his worries, meeting his sour look with a sunny smile of her own.

"Well, I can hardly turn down such a gracious request. I take it you'd prefer to set aside titles, or am I being presumptuous?"

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 8d

He could never know just how normal courtly manners would be, if the situation should call for them, but fortunately for him, she'd not practiced such habits in some time now.

And by the look on her face, she hadn't expected [that] title. She'd be a shade more nervous, but they were far, far from

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 8d

When you're all ready, we can return to a safe location. You two are welcome, if you should wish to join us." She offers this last remark to Sybella.

...Lest she fluster herself further by looking up.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 8d

Instead, the unfamiliar form of Knox stands beside her, resolute and strong, and an inexplicable heat rises to her cheeks, as well.

She quickly clears her throat, steps in a swift about-face, and addresses the group as a whole. "P-perhaps all this could be worth investigating.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 8d

above her, cast by the dim, guttering light of a single rusted sconce by the doorway. It's comfortable, safe – starkly different from the darkness around them and very nearly warm in the uneasy chill of the cellar.

When she looks up at its caster, she doesn't see Aro, at first.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 8d

"Careful invoking that name here, Ser. I don't think She'll welcome it after..." She grimaces at the thought of the carnage. At least they were honorable kills, through and through.

As she checks over the desk for anything she'd missed, she feels the familiar sensation of a man's shadow settling

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 16d

They aren't good for you!

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅. @vegasrot.bsky.social · 17d

mean to me ☹️

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

No ❤️

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

No ❤️

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅. @vegasrot.bsky.social · 17d

can i get a cigarette?? can i 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 get a cigarette?????? 😭

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

or markings upon the corpses, nor any lingering magic, beyond a few enchanted pieces of jewelry. What he does find is altogether stranger: a collection of posted parcels, unopened, and mostly bearing unique names and addresses.

Kee finds similar on the desk, only larger and harder to conceal.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

priestess and her guard had emerged. It's a makeshift barracks in what amounts to a root cellar, and she examines a desk shoved between bunks for traps or hidden compartments.

Satisfied, she bundles the few scattered papers and stows them in a belt pouch.

Aro would find no identifying documents

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

We [will] find them, and see Morris safe." Hestor lets out a shaking breath as he works.

"I imagine you serve the same woman Knox mentioned earlier?" She doesn't say 'Empress.' A dead beast's den still might keep a rat.

As Aronion searches the bodies, she enters the room from which the foreboding

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

Difficult to predict, and they hide key information even from their own, and as far as their motives – best discuss that elsewhere." No qualms - but her answers for the noble were still a little more clipped, careful.

"But we'll – careful, Ser, they leave traps in their bodies sometimes –

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

That was cause for wonder.

"They would have any number of reasons for taking him," she answers, pulling her gaze from the warrior to settle upon the woman who'd enquired, and reprimanded him. She seemed near Kee's age. "Interrogation, bait..." Or worse.

"Sharrans are secretive.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

Closing the cut upon his lip, the magic eases away the necrotic grasp of Sharran magic.

Keeana evidently doesn't share her mentor's trepidation; with Knox's smile, her own brightens. He's in fair spirits and would recover. Faint as it might seem, they could use a silver lining.

And he'd followed.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 17d

Hestor moves as if pushing against a rushing river, still shell-shocked, but practiced even so; muscle memory has him begin to kneel to tend to the injured Halfling. Kee waves him off with a kindly repetition, "Him first," and without a word of argument, he turns to Knox instead.

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 19d

What in the planes...

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 19d

"O-oh, right."

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 19d

"I don't think anyone mentioned killing nobles?"

Kee, of Cormyr @featherlightknight.bsky.social · 19d

Those two cultists that noblewoman killed:

a fairy riding the wind @quotes.sunder.my · 19d

I didn't expect to be the sheathe for your knife.

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