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BASIC INFORMATION
LEGAL NAME: Cara Mason
NICKNAMES: Mistress Cara, Cari.
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Mord'Sith
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown
AGE: 26
PLACE OF BIRTH: Stowcroft, D'Hara
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Traveling.
ORIENTATION: Bi
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PAST RELATIONSHIPS: None of your business.
OCCUPATION: Mord'Sith
EDUCATION: Mord'Sith
HAIR|EYE COLOR: Blond/Green
ETHNICITY: White.
TATTOOS|PIERCINGS: None
SMOKE|DRINK|DRUGS: None
BRIEF BIO: Cara is a Mord'Sith, a protector of the House of Rahl.
DISORDERS: None.
LIKES: Not much.
DISLIKES: Much.
FEARS: Dying old and toothless in bed.
BRIEF PERSONALITY: Snarky, Confident, Aggressive, Smart, Opinionated, Belligerent, Loyal, Passionate.

CONNECTIONS
PARENTS: Deceased
SIBLINGS: One sister.
OTHER FAMILY: All sisters of the Agiel, Kahlan Amnell/Rahl, Richard Rahl, Wizard Zorrander.
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS: Sisters of the Agiel
TEENAGE FRIENDS: Sisters of the Agiel

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     Mistress Cara's Details
Orientation: Bi
Hometown:Stowcroft
Body type:Athletic
Smoker:No
Drinker:No
Children:I do not want kids
Occupation:Mord Sith
Characters: Cara Mason
Verses: Sword of Truth, Legend of the Seeker
Playbys: Tabrett Bethell
Length: Multi Para, Novella
Genre: Action, Ancient, Gore, Science Fiction, Supernatural, Television,
Member Since:September 14, 2011




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"Hurry up and torture me before I fall asleep and miss it."



�If you could not tell by the look on my face, I am not pleased with you right now. You should be kneeling at my feet and begging for your freedom as I pretend to listen. Hmmm, maybe you don�t know just who I am. Well listen carefully because I will only tell you once, then we will get to your punishment.

�From here on out, I will be known to you as Mistress Cara, or simply Mistress if I am not in too bad of a mood. If you ever call me just Cara, you will rue the day you were ever born into this blessed land. Now let us talk about a few rules, besides the obvious. The first couple of rules will be common sense, so I expect you to pay close attention because I doubt you have the mind to think of these yourself.

�-Rule number one is obviously that you will call me Mistress Cara, or Mistress at all times. If you do not, I will string you up and leave you there all night, never mind the fact that if you attempt to fall asleep you will feel your magic working against you at a very painful and excelled rate.

�-Rule number two will be that you will do as I tell you and as implied as long as you are in my care, which will be for the rest of your miserable life, but don�t worry too much about that because it won�t be as long as you would like dear. While we are on the subject of you doing as I tell you, remember to follow exact instructions, otherwise you may find yourself in a very painful situation.

�-Rule Number three, you will eat what and when I tell you. I will bring you food from time to time that you may eat when I give it to you so you should be very thankful when you get some and I expect you to act as such.

�-Rule number four. Now this rule will only apply if I deem you worthy. Every once in awhile, I will choose someone to be my mate. It may or may not be you, but if you could somehow prove to be strong I may show you something that most of my captured will never know. Mord-Sith are just as good at giving pleasure as we are at giving pain.

�Now that you know the rules, I will tell you how things are going to happen around here. You will be put into a collar to show your submission. I will take as long as I want every day to train you. I will choose how I am to do this and you will have no say in it. At night I will tell you where to stand, lay, sit, or simply be. Sometimes you will sleep in your chains, strung up above the floor. Sometimes you will be told to stand where I spit, or point, but make no mistake if you move from where I tell you to stand, you will be in excruciating pain and will only be relieved if I decided that you have learned your lesson. So don�t disappoint me.

�Now that you know, just a smidgen about me, I would love to learn more about you. We will have plenty of time for you to tell me all about everything that you know. You will be broken and trained until you are a good little puppy until your death. Is that clear? Good, now let�s get started shall we? I just dare you to use your little gift on me.�


Mord-Sith are sisters of the Agiel. The Agiel is a short, red, leather rod on a thin golden chain that dangles usually from the wrist, ready to be flipped into the hand at any sign of danger or threat. The Agiel is a weapon of magic, tied to the living and ruling Lord Rahl. It gives an explosive pain wherever it touches, breaking bones, causing welts, bruises, blisters, and blood depending on how long it is held there. When touched to certain places, such as the middle of the chest, it can kill instantly. The Agiel is not just a one-sided tool. Mord-Sith are trained from the time they are captured as young girls to endure the pain of the Agiel. They are broken when small and fragile and trained to grow to what they are to become, Mord-Sith.

Mord-Sith are trained to be the personal protectors of the living and breathing Lord Rahl, Master of all D�Hara. From young women, when they are taken from random villages, they are chosen based on their personalities. Often, the most kind turn out to be the most cruel. They are thrown into a dungeon with others and left until ready to be trained. There are three stages to being broken. While growing up, Mord-Sith are trained with the Agiel, but not in the traditional sense. They are strung up and tortured every day, just as they do to others that they train. Mord-Sith have no compassion for anyone they train, because they have been in that same spot and obviously made it. When finally broken and ready, they are given the very Agiel that was used to torture them to use against others. Mord-Sith are only women, because men are an inferior race.

Mord-Sith are capable of capturing someone�s very gift. Someone using their gift/power on a Mord-Sith is the worst thing that they could do. Their gift will literally be captured and they will lose their control of it. The Mord-Sith will then control that person�s gift and will cause that specific person great pain when the Mord-Sith is displeased, even so much as their slave thinking nasty thoughts about them, they will be in unimaginable pain until they change those very thoughts.

If ever you come across a Mord-Sith, the best idea would be to get away as soon as possible, lest they find you interesting.

For more information on Cara, well you will just have to try to get close enough to learn something.

Cara is a canon character from both the television series �The Legend of The Seeker� as well as the character from the book series by Terry Goodkind.




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wιnd-up вard

Dec 30th 2018 - 7:02 AM


  
Talga Vassternich
Despite the upright, confident posture Gabrielle maintained on her mount, inside there was no denying her uncertainty. Although it hadn’t been said outright in such blunt words, fact was she was leading the Amazons to war. A war that wasn’t even their own. A war in some far off land none of them had heard of until the night before. Why? What sort of queen did such a thing? I’m leading them to war. To violence. To suffering. To possible death. It was a difficult reality to stomach – yet she couldn’t exactly change her mind and lead them back.

Not that she would. Though again, what sort of queen did that make her?

The Amazons were strong-willed warriors. They had spoken out against their leaders in the past and would not hesitate to do so again should the disagree with anything. Gabrielle only had to think back to the roars and cheers of support – not just in favour of her, but in response to the Mord-Sith’s words. The words of a stranger. Their passion and readiness to follow the new cause was undeniable. They weren’t doing it simply to follow the choice of their queen; they were doing it because they felt it was the right thing to do. That made Gabrielle proud.

It didn’t, however, ease her uncertainty over the ‘seeker’ business she was walking herself into – despite having agreed to it in the first place. Like her fellow Amazons, she had done so more because accepting to help had felt like the right thing to do, rather than deciding based on any knowledge she had of what lay ahead. It was inevitable, then, that she shifted their conversation to the Seeker, and subsequently absorbed every word given to her in response.

Although trying to focus solely on what it would take of her to fill the role of Seeker, there was no denying that the world they were headed to was one of magic. Of course, the bard had encountered the Gods themselves amongst other beings and beasts thought to be nothing more than myth, though never had she ever seen – nor truly believed in – pure magic, wielded by the likes of wizards. It was fascinating and terrifying. Gabrielle had always been drawn to the unknown, her curiosity for the world sometimes too insatiable for her own good, yet fact of the matter was that magic was not something they were prepared for. Despite never having faced it before, none of them were themselves magic. How were they possibly to face such foes?

Words trailed to the last Seeker, Richard, and the bard felt sympathy as she listed. It was clear the Seeker had meant much to the Mord-Sith. “Well, this Richard sure does sound like he’ll be a difficult Seeker to follow,” Gabrielle said, offering a small smile though saying nothing more. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to her heart; it would do neither of them good to focus on the end of Richard’s life. “I just hope this wizard of yours has chosen the right person,” she continued, brow furrowed as she repeated in her mind all that the woman had said a Seeker should be. Was she really that type of person?

They were each left to their own thoughts for a short time that followed. Whether or not that was a good thing was undeterminable by the bard. When the silence was eventually broken, however, it brought a smile to her lips. “Well, that’s something that was never intended.”

She could remember the day so clearly, despite all the years that had passed. “It wasn’t long after I’d left my village to travel, to see the world. I was with Xena, a warrior who’d saved my village from a warlord, and eventually we entered Amazon lands. I’d had no idea where we were, but the Amazons had us surrounded quickly enough and were leading us to their Queen. On the way…there was an ambush.” A few seconds of silence for her to compose her thoughts, before parting her lips again. “Terreis, one of the Amazons, was wounded. Badly. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t fight, so I just…threw myself on her. To try and protect her.”

The smallest shake of her head followed the words. “It wasn’t enough. Xena and the other Amazons killed our attackers, but it was too late for Terreis. Before she passed, she gave me her Right of Caste, an ancient Amazon tradition bestowing all of the giver’s belongings and birth rights to the reciever. Terreis was an Amazon Princess. That made me an Amazon Princess.” Gabrielle couldn’t help but laugh at her own words. “You should’ve seen me back then. I was still a naive girl looking for some great adventure. I didn’t know anything about being a princess, let alone an Amazon. I’d just left my village and wasn’t ready to settle down in another. I appointed another Amazon, Ephiny, to rule in my absence, and I continued travelling.

“I went back every now and then, even led them in battles, but I always left to continue travelling. It wasn’t until years later, when Ephiny was murdered, I actually became Queen. Even then, I would appoint others to rule in my place while I travelled the world with Xena.” A longer silence followed, then, and a more solemn expression took over the bard’s face. “Then, I lost Xena. We’d travelled to the other side of the world, the far east. I came back, did some more travelling, but…it wasn’t the same. So I returned to the Amazons once and for all. Finally settled down.”

The bard turned her head, looking back at the army of Amazons following behind her. “At least I had a good few years of it.”

More questions gradually filled the bard’s head as they continued riding, though once again on their long journey the hour grew late and the sky turned dark. Gabrielle glanced around. She was far from home, now. Far from any familiar land at all. “Perhaps we should think of setting up camp. A proper rest before facing the next leg of our journey.” She turned to the Mord-Sith. “How much longer now, do you think?”
❝ I’m just an overachieving sidekick. ❞
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wιnd-up вard

May 12th 2018 - 4:06 AM


  
Talga Vassternich ;
The Amazons appeared solemn as they carried out the last of the dutiful tasks required to ready their departure – in the knowledge that the rising sun not only marked the dawn of a new day, but of a new era for their tribe. All was more or less ready to go as the Queen’s eyes caught sight of the woman in red approaching the centre of the preparations. The woman who had brought knowledge of another land to them, and won their dedication to helping that land against its plights. Though Gabrielle never forgot the extra weight on her shoulders: the woman had came for her, and it was her who was to become the Seeker. 

Knowing that, the blonde was all the more thankful for the resoluteness of her tribe. To follow their Queen – willingly and without persuasion – to a distant land in the knowledge they would be risking their lives was not something any weak of heart would do.

And it was all because of the strange Mord-Sith who had turned up little more than a day before.

Smiling in greeting as distance was closed between them, the moments of the woman’s gaze lingering on the Chakram didn’t go amiss, yet Gabrielle chose not to raise it. Not yet. It was too early – in every sense of word – to have talk of weapons. For the time being, the bard simply relished in feeling the weight of the weapon by her side. In place of such talk, she addressed the woman and enquired about her night’s rest. There was relief to hear that the rest – and so presumably the quarters provided, too – had been satisfactory. 

Just as she had motioned to their mounts, one Amazon led the mares forwards. Gabrielle took the reins of her trusted horse and hauled herself into the saddle without hesitation. Almost in sync, a number of the Amazon warriors throughout the village mimicked the gesture with their own mounts, whilst those who would take the journey on foot gathered additional packs of supplies to those attached to saddles. Looking out over her tribe, Gabrielle wasn’t quite sure what she felt. Pride, happiness, thankfulness to be part of such a nation of warriors. Worry, dread, guilt that they were about to risk their lives for a journey she had chosen.

She wanted to speak. She felt she should speak. Yet mind, tongue, and voice all refused to work. Where the bard was stuck in silence, however, the tribe’s newest companion took control with a speech that may as well have been read from a pre-written parchment.

All eyes – even Gabrielle’s – were fixated on the woman as she spoke with strength and devotion. Perhaps it was only fitting, being from the land that needed saving, that she give the speech of the journey to come. The Mord-Sith would’ve known what awaited better than any of the Amazons. Sure enough, the words were working. Taking a simple glance away and into the direction of the waiting warriors, Gabrielle could see it. The devotion in their eyes. The itching in their muscles. Even the mounts seemed to become eager at the sound of the woman’s words.

The woman in red gave a salute to end the words. In the same instant, every Amazon gathered let out a vigorous cry and raised their fists in the air. Gabrielle joined them after only a moment of pause brought on by the sudden, startling outburst. 

Turning her mount, the Queen began the march, riding alongside the Mord-Sith whilst behind, in rows, the entire tribe followed in a matching pace. One row at a time, they left their village behind. Gabrielle couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder: through the bodies of those hoisted atop horses, the familiar structures which had come to be the bard’s home grew smaller in the distance. By the time the village was out of sight, every Amazon – each surely carrying a heavy heart – had taken a look back for one final glance.

We will return, the bard said to herself again, and they were words she would repeat to the Amazons throughout their journey. In one of the packs beside her was parchment, ink, and a quill – specially prepared so she could send letters to the other tribes when the opportunity arose. In all the years she had spent travelling, the blonde had acquired a certainty that they would cross paths with at least one messenger on their journey.

“So,” Gabrielle began after a long silence, knowing that it would be impossible for them to make the entire journey without conversation – and at the very least, she should get to know more both of the woman beside her, and what she was leading her tribe into, “what does it take to become a Seeker?” She glanced in the Mord-Sith’s direction. “From what I’ve gathered, only one person can hold the mantle at a time. I assume there’s some sort of…initiation? Not that I’m having second thoughts,” she grinned, giving a small shake of her head, “just curious. And you, the Mord-Sith, you said you served Lord Rahl. Is that because he was the Seeker?”
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Kahlan, The Confessor

Jan 8th 2018 - 7:07 PM


THE MOTHER CONFESSORKAHLAN AMNELLSEEKER OF TRUTH

Kahlan stood ready, as she pretended not to hear Cara's insulting reply to her earlier comment.� It was foolish for a Mord-Sith, or anyone for that matter, to underestimate the powers of a Mother Confessor.� Cara believed she was born under Rahl's command from birth, and she would die under his command.� Her belief that Rahl was the 'magic against magic', was truly a false hood.��

Cara's apparent, undying faith to Darken Rahl was more of a front, than anything else.� She had been forced to adapt to a new way of life as a Moth-Sith, from childhood.� �A life--she, would not have ordinarily accepted--if,� she had the choice of free will.� But Darken Rahl had robbed her of that choice.��

Kahlan Amnell was no fool.� She possessed powers and abilities that far surpassed most men.� Especially, in the art of the sword.� Kahlan's father had taught her how to use the sword in self-defense, growing up.� Not even a Mord-Sith possessed such skill.� Kahlan was not afraid of anyone.� She would battle the most vial of creatures if need be.�

The large gates suddenly opened, as a group of men known as the First File, escorted Kahlan and Cara to the Garden of Life, where Master Rahl was waiting. Unknown to many, except those who lived there, the people's palace was a maze that was very hard to navigate without aide. The halls passed slowly as they took their time, finally coming to the foreboding doors held open wide.

Kahlan quickly glanced over at Cara.� In a few moments, she would be face to face with Lord Rahl.��

"It would appear we are expected."��Kahlan said, with a smirk upon her face.� The Mother Confessor was ready for whatever tricks Rahl had at his disposable.� In the back of her mind, Kahlan wondered where Cara's loyalties actually lay.� Time would tell.
� OF THE GODS.



wιnd-up вard

Nov 29th 2017 - 3:29 PM


There was a nausea tormenting Gabrielle's stomach as she made her way to the middle of the village. The bard was never one to fear change - in fact, she relished the thought of new things - but perhaps with most changes in her life having been forced upon her, she'd never had the chance to fear it. This time, she knew it was coming, and even then didn't entirely understand what lay ahead. The night had provided time for words and thoughts to simmer in her mind, and leave her waking with little more than questions. It wasn't merely a new village they were setting out to explore, or a simple bandit problem they had agreed to help with; they were leaving their home country behind for an entirely new land, and entering into a fully-fledged conflict led by more than rogues.

Such thoughts wouldn't change the bard's mind, however. And if the other Amazons shared in such thoughts, they weren't letting it impact their resolve either.

One of the Amazons parted from the rest to walk in Gabrielle's direction, leading a horse by the reins. The animal had already been saddled, with a few packs and waterskins also firmly secured. "Your mount, my Queen," said the warrior, holding out the reins in offering. "We tended to her as a priority, and supplies have been packed fresh. Our guest's mount is also prepared for the journey."

"Thank you, Oriah," the bard said, lips curving into a smile despite the hint of chiding that laced her ensuing words, "although you do know we'd have been more than capable of seeing to them ourselves. I'd rather the rest of you focused on getting yourselves prepared above me."

"There are plenty of us to see to the other mounts and supplies, my Queen." The Amazon spoke with a sense of pride, yet there was a flicker of something that the bard caught sight of - something she couldn't put a finger on, but which she knew her words had been the cause of.

Stepping forwards and reaching out, Gabrielle didn't take the reins, but instead rested her hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "I know, and it is appreciated." An attempt at reassurance, and a glimmer in the Amazon's eyes told the bard it had worked. Job done, she let her hand drop. "I wonder if you could take her back to join our guest's for now? I need to head to the hall first," the bard's words grew notably quieter towards the end, and there was no hiding the fact she was judging her need to finish the words out of a simple desire not to.

Thankfully, she didn't have to, as it became the other Amazon's turn to smile - albeit a sorrowful smile. "Of course, my Queen." A pause followed, as the younger warrior appeared to be debating on whether or not to speak any further. After a moment had passed, she did. "We had thought to bring it to you, though we did think you may wish to retrieve it yourself."

A fresh smile was the thanks given by the bard, as she stepped to the side, briefly petting her mount's snout in passing before walking away. The structure she was heading to was at the edge of the village, although not too much of a walk away; and although they called it a 'hall', it wasn't a particularly large structure. Not that it had to be. Amazon tradition saw fallen warriors sent to the afterlife on a pyre, and so there were no bodies to occupy a Hall of the Dead - only their ashes which, even in urns, took up minimal space.

The urns lined the walls, although with notable spaces between their placement, and upon entering Gabrielle couldn't help but stop and let gaze roam over each as a mark of respect. There remained enough room along the walls for the hall to continue to serve the village for many years - generations, even - to come. With the entire tribe leaving, however, the empty spaces would remain as such. We'll return, thought the blonde, one day.

Gaze at last settled on the far wall, where sat an urn filled with the ashes of the one person she had held dearest to her heart - and behind it, the warrior princess' own Chakram. Gabrielle approached it slowly, again stopping to pay a moment of respect to her lost friend, before reaching for the circular weapon that shone in the candlelight. The bard clutched it tightly, before reaching out with one hand, resting her palm gently on the urn. "You know I'd love to bring you, and I know you'd love to come," the bard spoke, quietly, "but I can't risk losing what's left of you. I'll come back one day. Until then, others will look after the village." A precaution not yet secured - but Gabrielle intended to write letters on her journey to send to the other tribes, informing them of their absence from the village and inviting any who wished to make the journey and protect the land. She was sure the tribe was remote enough that the land would go untouched until word could be sent, and the call answered.

Carrying only the Chakram - but knowing her soulmate would be with her in spirit - Gabrielle left the hall and began the short walk back to the centre of the village. Just as she was approaching, she saw the woman in red emerge into the open space, and a new smile, albeit a nervous one, crossed her lips. The bard wasted no time in closing the distance between herself and her new companion. "Morning," said Gabrielle, once in earshot of the other blonde, "I hope you slept well?"

A quick glance around showed the rest of the Amazons finishing up; there was barely a horse to be seen that wasn't prepared to hit the road. The bard picked out her own mount as well as her guest's, and motioned in their direction. "Your horse is saddled and supplies are packed, all ready to go."

wιnd-up вard

Aug 17th 2017 - 2:14 PM


Words of sleeping under mixed environments - in bed under roof, on nothing but blankets under the stars - brought back memories to the bard. How long had it been since she had rested outdoors, gazing up at the endless small lights that filled the night sky? Too long, it felt; but she was certain that the journey to come would offer plenty opportunity to relive such experiences. It made the Mord-Sith's words very understandable, however, and so she nodded in acknowledgement of them. Still, it was more her duty as queen - as the host of the guest - to extend such pleasantries with regards to the quarters. It was only to be one night, but Gabrielle still wanted the woman's rest to be comfortable.

Finishing off what was left in her cup, the blonde noted the small number of Amazon remaining in the hall - the chatter had quietened down, the table was near emptied of food, and the night was certainly descending on them. Turning as the woman in red stood, Gabrielle gave a small nod before standing alongside her. "I'm ready to retire for the night, myself. I'll show you to your hut." The bard lifted a hand, motioning to the far end of the hall where they would exit, inviting her guest to go first. Upon passing those remaining at the table, Gabrielle offered them a nod; the Amazons in return lifted their hands to their chests in a silent salute.

As they moved outside, Gabrielle took a moment to admire the night. The sky was clear, showing off the stars and a bright crescent moon, and the air was cool - but not chilly. She hadn't realised how late it had gotten; the hours had flown by without notice inside the hall as they feasted. Plenty of time remained before dawn for them to get a suitable rest, however, and the bard didn't waste any more of that time. Moving to take the lead as they navigated the quiet village, only a few scouts roaming in preparation for their duty, Gabrielle led them to a small structure which sat close to their training grounds, adjacent to other similar quarters. Inside would be furs on a makeshift bed, along with a small desk and lantern - which, if her instructions had been followed, would be lit in preparation for their guest entering.

Lifting a hand, Gabrielle gestured once more, open palm extended in the direction of the hut. "That one's yours for the night. If you find yourself needing anything at all, don't hesitate to ask one of my sisters. One will surely be scouting the village at all times, and they'll be more than willing to aid you." With that, the bard offered a smile, even bowing her head ever so slightly. "I wish you a pleasant rest." Words could've been spoken of the ensuing day - of the journey they would be undertaking, the rest they would need - but, with pleasantries covered, Gabrielle decided not to risk dampening the mood. With the Mord-Sith shown her resting place for the night, the bard turned, making her way to her own quarters.

Upon entering the familiar structure, the blonde paused, taking in the d�cor that adorned the interior, setting the hut apart from others as that of the Queen. It hadn't been too long ago she had finally gotten used to such sights, and there she was preparing to leave them behind. For good, perhaps. The thought was daunting, and she found herself looking at them through a new light. Knowing that she would need all her energy for the journey ahead, however, Gabrielle tore her attention from them and moved to the pile of furs set in one corner. The Queen's bed. Sitting on its edge, before lying back on it, it felt more comfortable than it ever had before. It was strange, but welcoming.

Regardless, sleep was slow to come. Resting on her right or left side, eyes opened or closed, the bard simply couldn't seem to entice sleep to envelop her. Mind was racing at the prospect of what was awaiting her in the morning. It was daunting, to say the least. The bard tried to imagine the place she would be travelling to. The sights she would see, the people she would meet. No matter how wildly her imagination ran, however, she knew none of the images formed in her mind would be accurate. It was impossible for her to guess what would truly await her; but that didn't stop her from trying.

Eyes opened, slowly, and immediately Gabrielle knew she was awakening from a deep sleep. When sleep had claimed her, or how long she had been in its embrace, she couldn't tell; but she did feel well rested, and turning to rest on her back, she could tell that the sun was rising beyond the walls of her hut. Dawn already. Allowing a few more moments for her mind to catch up with her body, Gabrielle eventually sat up, at which point she stopped again.

Today, she would leave the Amazon village - taking the Amazons with her. Today, she would begin a journey to a far-off land, unknown to her or any of her sisters. Today, she would begin to walk the path that would result in her becoming a Seeker of Truth.

More daunting a thought than ever.

Breathing in all the air she could, filling her lungs until she could take no more, Gabrielle let out the breath slowly, as though she were savouring it, before turning and letting her feet find the ground. Rising to her feet, adorning no extra attire than was needed - after all, where she was going, the garb of an Amazon Queen would surely mean nothing - the bard turned to walk out and into the village, where many of the other Amazons were already awake: gathering supplies and readying mounts.

wιnd-up вard

Mar 1st 2017 - 1:55 PM


Gabrielle felt a familiar sense of happiness as her story brought a smile to the woman's lips. It wasn't just a general feeling of happiness; it was more. Satisfaction. How long had it been since she had told a story like that one? Too long, to say the least. For years her ambition in life had been to become a bard, yet as the years went on that part of her seemed to get pushed aside by the growing warrior inside her. Quill and parchment were traded for sai. Words of wonder were traded for words of wisdom. Travelling to see the world was sabotaged by never-ending troublesome encounters. And now she had settled with the Amazons�well, she was surrounded by people who knew her stories. People who had been part of most of them. While the odd request would be given for a particular retelling during certain nights filled with festivities, there was a distinct different in retelling a story to those who already knew it and telling it for the first time to someone from outside that bubble.

What made the bard even cheerier was that the end of her story wasn't the end of the interaction. She wasn't just telling a story to raise coin for a hot meal or a room to stay in - she wasn't doing it for any other purpose than to share with the woman in red, who in turn was sharing her own life experiences. It was storytelling within a conversation, which Gabrielle didn't feel she'd had enough of in her life. It made the experience all the more interesting and engaging, and made the night itself better. It almost masked the nerves she felt about what the next morning would bring: leaving her homeland and leading the Amazons into another war.

Anything that distracted her mind from that was a good thing.

Soon enough, their roles switched again, and the bard found herself on the listening side. It was obvious that whatever her question had brought to mind her happy memories; the expression on the woman's features told the blonde that much. In that moment, she was glad - relieved, even, that her question hadn't prodded in darker places. That was perhaps the one problem one had to watch out for when sharing stories with someone new: there were bound to be dark times in anyone's past, but knowing how to avoid them was near impossible.

Yet at the same time as feeling happy, Gabrielle couldn't help the sense of sadness which overcame her when the woman described how travelling - simply for the sake of adventure; to see the world - wasn't something ever done by the Mord-Sith. If there wasn't a war looming, the bard would've insisted that the woman stay, even call for more of her sisters via parchment, to see more of Greece. Once the war is over, Gabrielle promised herself. Assuming the war would end. Assuming they'd both be alive when it did. Thoughts that didn't bear thinking about but that she couldn't exactly ignore. In the morning, she could be saying farewell to her homeland for the last time. All of the Amazons could. Guilt threatened to overcome her, then, and it would've been successful were she not able to remind herself that her sisters had chosen to follow of their own free will. It wasn't the greatest source of comfort, but it was something.

"The steel against steel," Gabrielle whispered quietly to herself, the saying striking an interest in her. "The magic against magic." It felt strange to say, perhaps because it held no personal - or even logical - meaning to her. Still, it sounded interesting enough that she was keen to learn more of the meaning behind it, and maybe that opportunity would come better when in the lands where the Rahl house was from.

A grin broke out across her lips, then, at the choice of wording used. "Packs is�not how we'd put it." A small shake of the head accompanied the lightest chuckle, before she shrugged. "The Amazons don't really travel outside the tribe. Occasionally, there are rituals that bring together multiple tribes, but other than that there's no real reason for Amazons to travel great distances." Other than war, she thought, as visions of Helicon invaded her mind. The tribe had indeed travelled a great distance that time, and many had not returned - although Gabrielle quickly decided it was best not to spoil the mood with such a dire story. "Scouting and hunting are often done in groups, but I'd say that's as close as we come."

Reaching for her cup, Gabrielle swallowed the rest of the liquid it held, the timing of the movement allowing her to see some Amazons leaving the table to retire for the night. How long had they been there, sharing stories? Had it been that long? Even if it hadn't, the bard supposed she couldn't blame her sisters for wanting an early night. The day that would follow - and subsequent days, weeks, even months - would be hard. "I hope the temporary�accommodation is suitable. We're not really used to having visitors to cater for. But if there's anything I can do to make your night's rest more comfortable when it comes, just say."

wιnd-up вard

Jan 11th 2017 - 2:38 PM


As she listened, it was all too easy for Gabrielle to lose track of time. The only interruptions were movements to reach for more food or take a sip of drink. In truth, the bard was captivated by everything the woman in red was telling her. In places, she could see were the scrolls she'd read many years before had gotten their influence, and sometimes see where they had over-exaggerated the stories. Regardless, they were enjoyable, and Gabrielle loved nothing more than to learn.

Even if she was learning about a war she would soon be taking part in, and a role she would be taking on.

The pressure was eased a little, however, as talk of the Seeker remained confined to Richard Rahl. In every sense, he sounded like a man Gabrielle would've liked to have known. A man with all the traits a desirable hero should have, whilst also remaining kind and level-headed. The world was far lacking in such people, the bard thought. She could only hope that she could do true justice to the role of Seeker, especially when following on from such a great man. His deeds were grand, from what the Mord-Sith was telling her. In every sense Richard Rahl seemed a man to be admired, to be learned from, and it seemed clear above all else that he would be remembered. After all she had heard, and for all that lay in her future, Gabrielle would be one of the many to remember him - even if there was no face for her to put to the memory.

A very solid idea in her mind of the role she was taking on, and the sort of person she would have to live up to, Gabrielle was admittedly a little relieved to have the conversation shift to something else. No longer would she feel burdened by expectations. At least, not for as long as they talked about other things. Especially when such other things were of interest: the bard's eyes lit up upon hearing how similar the Mord-Sith were to the Amazons. A sisterhood, a family; all warriors, bound together. Gabrielle had been fascinated by the Amazons from a young age - at first in stories, only to then meet them in reality - and so it was fascinating to imagine another such culture in an entirely different land. A land she would soon be seeing. A smile crossed her lips at the thought of the Amazons and Mord-Sith meeting each other en masse.

Would they get along? Would there be differences? It would certainly be an interesting meeting to witness. And as the Amazon Queen, Gabrielle would be sure to witness it.

Just as the mood seemed to have lightened, the bard could sense it falter. It was clear that there had been dark times in the Mord-Sith's history, before Richard Rahl had applied his influence on the land. Yet Gabrielle could sense that there was something more. She watched as the woman in red lowered her gaze, seemingly reluctant to go on. Perhaps even debating whether or not to say whatever words were in her mind. Just as Gabrielle would've parted her lips to reassure the woman that she didn't have to speak about anything she didn't want to, words came flooding forward, and instantly the bard understood why there had been some hesitance in speaking the words.

Any trace of a smile was gone. In its place was shock, sorrow, bewilderment. Gabrielle knew that no land could be entirely good - but this? Never before, not even in the darkest stories told around a campfire on a stormy night, had she ever heard anything like what the Mord-Sith was telling her then. It went beyond scary stories. It went beyond nightmares. How had such a practice ever began, let alone have been allowed to continue? The bard knew, then, that there was no exaggeration when it was said those of the Rahl house before Richard were of a much crueller nature. Only those of the cruellest could be capable of such manipulations. And of children! To not only steal them from their families, but raise them to one day kill them. The bard could barely find any words.

"I'm sorry." It was all she could think to say. In that uncertainty, and the mass of emotions lingering, the words came out as little more than a whisper. The bard doubted they would have any real effect, yet still she felt she should say something. Nothing more suitable came to her mind. All Gabrielle could relate to was the loss of her parents - yet she hadn't killed her own, and so even that connection was questionable.

Thankfully, another attempt to change the subject came along - and even though the previous subject remained in the air, the bard was prepared to take full advantage of the new opportunity. If anything - hopefully - she could lighten the air between them.

"By accident." Such a simple answer, but one that allowed her to summon a new small smile upon her features. It had been a memorable day, to say the least. "It was many years ago, not long after I'd first left my village to start travelling with Xena." A part of her felt it necessary to explain who Xena was; yet a greater part of her was not ready to delve back into sadness. And so, she merely continued. "We were passing through Amazon territory, not planning to get involved with them at all, when a group surrounded us and eventually insisted on leading us to their Queen. But on the way, there was an ambush." Gabrielle paused in her words, recalling the events so clearly in her head. "One of the Amazons was hit with an arrow. I wasn't even thinking when I ran over to shield her from anything else that might happen, but luckily nothing else came."

A sigh, then, as she ever so slightly shook her head. "Unfortunately, the Amazon, Terris�her wound was fatal. Of course I didn't know then she was an Amazon Princess, and when she asked if I would accept her Right of Caste I didn't know what that meant�but she was dying, and I didn't think it was right to refuse. So I accepted." Another pause, then, as the bard took another drink from her cup to remedy her dry mouth. The memories of that day were more vivid than she would've thought they'd be - after so many years. "Accepting her Right of Caste not only tasked me with avenging her death, but it also made me an Amazon Princess."

A small smile appeared as she remembered the short time spent in the village. She had no idea what she was doing. The Amazons were handing her all kinds of weapons she couldn't use; talking to her about all kinds of rituals she couldn't understand. It had been tiring at the time, but in hindsight, that day was amongst the bard's more pleasant memories. "Thankfully," she continued, renewed life behind her words, "with Xena's help I managed to avenge Terris' death without killing anyone. And while I was still an Amazon Princess, another Amazon, Ephiny, ruled as Queen without me having to stay there, and I could continue travelling. It�wasn't until years later, when Ephiny was killed, that I was made Queen."

Another sad memory dug up; yet Gabrielle knew that Ephiny wasn't lost to her forever. Even while belonging to the afterlife, the Amazon's spirit had appeared to the bard. It was the greatest comfort any friend could have.

"Even then, I left to go travelling with Xena when I could. It wasn't until recently that I returned to fully accept my duties as their Queen. It seemed like the only thing I could do." Small moments were taken between words to fill up on food, and Gabrielle was glad that she was still managing to smile. "Looks like I'll be keeping my tradition of leaving to travel again, though. Although it will be different with the tribe coming along, too." The bard glanced down the table at her sisters, all merrily enjoying the feast and talking of adventures to come. "Do the Mord-Sith ever travel together? Or is travelling alone more common for you?" Green eyes returned to the woman in red, a hope burning internally that the curious question wouldn't return the two to darker memories.

wιnd-up вard

Nov 27th 2016 - 2:25 PM


The woman in red had shed a tear. Catching glimpse but speaking nothing of it, Gabrielle was unsure whether or not to be surprised at the sight. By first impressions - and every impression since - the woman hadn't seemed like the type to cry for any reason, be it one tear or a hundred. Yet could she really be blamed for letting her happiness and relief show in such a way? Gods knew that the bard was moved by the reaction of her sisters. Were she not their Queen, a symbol of authority at the highest level in their tribe, perhaps she would've allowed a tear to drop down her own cheek. But no such display was given, although Gabrielle's own happiness remained easy to read on her features and behind her eyes. The Amazons had long since been a picture drawing endless admiration from the bard, but their performance that day would triumph all else, and live forever in her memory regardless of what happened in the foreign land they would travel to. That much was a certainty. Gabrielle - the bard, the Amazon Queen - would not let the display of loyalty and dedication go forgotten.

The food presented on the table was delicious, yet Gabrielle couldn't help but give her curiosity a voice even as she filled her stomach. A small voice in the back of her head sounded panicked that she didn't quite knew what, exactly, a Seeker of Truth was: a mantle she was to take on, having only been given the briefest descriptions of what that meant. It was no secret, though, that the woman sitting beside her viewed the opportunity as an honour, and Gabrielle thus felt obliged to do so too. Not that it was difficult - the title alone was almost overwhelming, something that, until that day, had only existed as part of her world in stories and legends of heroes long ago. How could one not feel honoured to have such a name bestowed upon them? And yet, despite that, the blonde was still uncertain. Could she really live up to the stories of old? Could she act in the way the woman in red - in the way that an entire land - was expecting her to? Her, a bard who had dedicated most of her life to avoiding killing at all cost, and had adopted numerous ways of peace along the way.

Could she really be the Seeker of Truth that the world needed?

The words spoken to her as an extended explanation were, in some ways, of little comfort. The Seeker was, in every way, spoken of as a hero. In attempt to hide her self-doubt, Gabrielle reached for a goblet with which to wash down her last mouthful of food, only to almost choke on the liquid and the words which fell from her tongue. "A sword?" Not only that, it seemed, but a magical sword. A warrior at heart might have been thrilled with the revelation; Gabrielle only found her worries intensified. Only once in her life has she fought - and killed - with a sword. And with an absolute certainty, said time had been fuelled with uncontrollable rage. She remembered the day clearly still: Xena had been injured, fallen, unable to fight; the Romans were moving in, intent on killing. I chose the way of friendship. Gabrielle's own words. The path which she had chosen over that of the way of love.

Although almost immediately Gabrielle recognised a problem. The time in the past, she had been fighting for Xena. For the life of her dearest friend. Her soulmate. Could she wield a sword again only to kill in cold blood? What would such anger do to her without a valid purpose behind it?

Perhaps it could be argued that the purpose was the greater good, but even Gabrielle had learned over the years that the greater good had its boundaries.

Still, as words moved away from the blade, the bard once again found aspects that she could relate to. Fighting for truth. Protecting the innocent. Wasn't that all she had aimed to do in her life? "Richard Rahl," she whispered to herself, searching her mind for any trace of the name. Alas, she couldn't recall ever hearing it before. In any stories which had been focused on a Seeker, a name was seldom disclosed - but Richard Rahl was not one of them, she was sure about it. It was a disappointment, and the blonde did feel a pang of sadness at knowing she would never meet the man in person.

"Well, at least you have faith in me." Gabrielle smiled as she reached for more food. Doubt remained concerning her capability to be a good Seeker; at least good enough to see through the task she'd already agreed to take on. "Maybe you can tell me more about Richard Rahl on our journey. I've learned a lot about being Queen of the Amazons from learning from those who came before me, and from learning about those even longer ago. I'm sure I could pick up a thing or two from hearing of the last Seeker's life." The bard took a pause to reach for her ale once more, whilst her eyes quickly glimpsed over the entirety of the woman in red, before she set the cup down once more. "And maybe I could learn more about the land and its different people. Especially the�," Gabrielle trailed off, her mind working to recall the term she was looking for, "Mord-Sith, was it?"

wιnd-up вard

Nov 1st 2016 - 3:56 PM


The seat which had been deliberately designed to be one of the most comfortable now felt anything but. Sitting back, allowing the Mord-Sith to stand and say her piece, Gabrielle couldn't seem to rest. Like never before in the chair, her back ached and her limbs were restless. Still, she did her best to remain still and not become a distraction, tilting her head back and lifting her gaze to place her entire focus on the woman in red. Most importantly, on what she had to say. While details had already been divulged to her, Gabrielle had the feeling that the Mord-Sith had saved the greater details for this moment.

And the bard wasn't wrong. Quickly she became enthralled in the history being spoken of: of the land and its war; of wizards and great magic; of barriers that they knew, even all that time ago, would not hold. And they were right. Such a thought struck a fear into Gabrielle. If such great power so long ago could no nothing but hold back the evils, what chances did they have in the present? Gabrielle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her thoughts not helped by the cautious murmuring going on amongst her sisters, understanding wholly their concern. Words of people - beings - without souls seemed to have struck a chord in all of them. Such beings, the blonde thought, wouldn't be easy to overcome.

The story behind the so-called Half-People was even more harrowing. Gabrielle listened with a sense of abhorrence. What land could harvest such horrible people as Sulachan, foul beasts as the Half-People, cannibalistic red-eyed monsters? It seemed that each word the Mord-Sith spoke put more doubt in the bard's own sense of ability to be able to conquer the challenges. The woman - Cara - obviously had some sense of faith in her. At least, she must have had faith in the prophet who had sent her on this path. A prophet spoke of me to her. Another thought Gabrielle found difficult to wrap her head around. Was she so important, to be spoken of in a prophecy linked to such a great conflict with great consequences?

Before she knew it, the bard heard a silence fall over the room, and she watched Cara sit back down. Gabrielle swallowed, and glanced over at her sisters. No one spoke, no one moved. The blonde knew she couldn't blame any of them if they chose not to accompany her. After all, if she were in their position, would she? After all that had just been said? All the odds seemed stacked against them. They would be going to a land they didn't know, fighting enemies they had never faced before, taking part in a war that wasn't - yet - their own.

"Wherever our Queen goes, I will follow." The words snapped Gabrielle out of her thoughts, and she focused her eyes to see an Amazon standing, fist clasped to her chest. The Amazon was one she knew quite well, and the blonde found herself mixed with happiness - that the warrior seemed to have so much faith in her - and sadness - that she was willing to put herself in such danger.

"I will follow too, my Queen," another Amazon said, standing and clasping their hand to their heart.

Sparsely at first, but with growing speed, Amazons stood up all around the table. All stood with straight backs, all gave the gesture of loyalty, and all around the same words echoed: "I will follow." In the end, no Amazon remained sitting. Gabrielle didn't know what to say. She sat there, speechless, looking around at all of her sisters who had just vowed to risk their lives at her request. It hadn't even been that long since she had returned to the tribe to reclaim her standing as their Queen, and already there was such loyalty�

"Then tonight," the bard spoke with conviction, finally breaking her silence, "we eat, and we rest. Tomorrow, at first light, we will leave this land to fight for another, in the hopes that our efforts will save not only the land we will fight on, but also our own for many years to come." Gabrielle reached out to grasp a cup filled with ale, raising it in a silent toast. The Amazons - all still standing - followed the gesture until all held up their cups, a cheer erupting from them. Then they drank, before seating themselves once more and tucking into the feast in front of them, albeit with quiet chatter and discussions taking place.

"Well, you definitely have a gift with words." Gabrielle turned to look at the Mord-Sith, bringing her voice back to a more conversational level. "I have to admit I'm�surprised. I wouldn't have blamed any of them if they'd chosen not to go." A pause in her words was taken so she could reach out for a small piece of meat from the table, chewing on it as she thought over her many questions in her head. In the end, one thought won out against all the rest. "Tell me more about this�Seeker of Truth. I could see in your eyes before that the last meant a great deal to you. I'm sorry for the loss you must have suffered." The words were quiet, but the sympathy genuine. For if the woman was there to find another Seeker of Truth, then the last must have met an untimely fate.

wιnd-up вard

Jun 10th 2016 - 3:42 AM


The moment the two figures entered the room, all eyes were on them. Gabrielle allowed her gaze to follow the woman in red as she approached the table, and instantly she got the feeling that something was wrong. There seemed to be something off in the woman's eyes: a sort of tiredness, one that the bard recognised as the result of nightmares. It was faint, and she doubted any of the other Amazons noticed - but having experienced as much herself, it didn't escape Gabrielle. Still, she said nothing, simply watching and waiting until the two women took their seats. The Amazon who had led their guest seated herself in amongst her sisters further down the tables, and moments later the seat beside the bard was filled by the figure in red leather.

"This is our guest, Cara. She's what's known as Mord-Sith." Even as she tried to speak the words with confidence, Gabrielle allowed her gaze to briefly slide over to the other blonde, checking that she had got the name and pronunciation correct. "She's also from a faraway land. A land plagued by war. A land whose only hope has been lost." The bard paused in between her words, looking over all of her sisters, taking in their expressions. They all seemed to follow the general idea, yet Gabrielle could sense the underlying questions. Without any further hesitation, she decided to answer one of the most obvious: "Cara has travelled here in search of a new hope for her lands. Which is why�," she trailed off, despite having tried to. Swallowing, she allowed a brief moment of silence to follow, before she finished her words. "Which is why I will have to leave the Amazons and travel with her."

Regardless of the formality of the gathering, there was no stopping the whispers that seemed to overtake the warriors. The bard had often left the Amazons before, to travel with Xena - but the woman who sat beside her then was not Xena, and so the confusion amongst her sisters was understandable. Gabrielle allowed them to continue whispering for a few short moments, sharing a glance with the woman in red, before lifting a hand for silence. The signal was noticed and a hush took over the gathering once again. "It's a complicated situation. This woman asked for my help, and I agreed." Another pause, as she looked into the eyes of many of the Amazons. "But I've left our tribe behind too many times in the past. This isn't a decision I want to force on any of you. In the past, I've always appointed one of you to rule as Queen in my place. This time, things are different."

Gabrielle wondered just how well she was explaining things: she made sure to stick to the basics, although certainly wanted to lay down what mattered before allowing Cara to explain the more complex specifics. "War means that innocent lives are at stake. I'm leaving here to go and help in that effort. In this case�I want you all to consider joining me. But this is not an order. If you wish to stay here, in your home, and appoint another Queen, that's your decision." More whispers emerged, but they were quieter and fewer in number, and the bard decided it the best time to move on. "I don't expect you to reach such a decision based merely on what I'm telling you. I can't possibly begin to explain everything well enough. And so, I ask that you all listen to this woman," she motioned to Cara, then, waiting for the woman in red to stand. "She'll explain everything. Much better than I could. I ask that you listen, and then you can decide on what you want to do."

With that, the bard moved back and sat down in her seat, effectively leaving the stage to the Mord-Sith. She continued to watch the Amazons, however, ensuring that they paid attention: the decision she gave them was their own, and not one she was going to force on them either way; as such, she wanted them to understand everything.

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