In a beautiful area between the Northwood Forest and Salt Wind Sea sits an area that has housed a tribe of woman warriors that come to power. They would be closely associated with the Greek Amazons, except for their possession of magic and not being human. These tall war driven women are rich in culture and strive to free all other women from the rule of men. Their Queen Zeenith rules with an iron fist and is the most revered for her fighting prowess. Her sister Zeelith is her right hand, holding deep magics and serves as the priestess of the people. She being the younger of the two brought upon new changes to better their way of life and to protect themselves in battle. In a beautiful area between the Northwood Forest and Salt Wind Sea sits an area that has housed a tribe of woman warriors that come to power. They would be closely associated with the Greek Amazons, except for their possession of magic and not being human. These tall war driven women are rich in culture and strive to free all other women from the rule of men. Their Queen Zeenith rules with an iron fist and is the most revered for her fighting prowess. Her sister Zeelith is her right hand, holding deep magics and serves as the priestess of the people. She being the younger of the two brought upon new changes to better their way of life and to protect themselves in battle. Now having conquered several other villages and kingdoms around the area the Callith women set their sights to free the woman in the Tetaken kingdom free. The war will shed much blood, and it will be fierce. They would not let their fellow women be ruled by the fist of man any longer. Now having conquered several other villages and kingdoms around the area the Callith women set their sights to free the woman in the Tetaken kingdom free. The war will shed much blood, and it will be fierce. They would not let their fellow women be ruled by the fist of man any longer.

In the midst of the harsh wasteland known as Tetaken anarchy reigns and rulers are replaced at the very drop of a pin, a land that favors the strong only those who can adapt to the world they live will be able to survive. From the day they are born the children of Tetaken are taught two principles to live by.
1. Fear nothing, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain, when life kicks you down you get up and kick it back.
2. Play dirty, the world isn't fair so you don't have to be either, use whatever strength you have in order to get your way, honor is for the dead, deception is for the living.
in this land of endless conflict men are drafted into combat roles from they day the come of age, only to retire into a calmer merchant or worker class once they are no longer useful.
women on the other hand are treated like treasures by the men they choose to accompany and while they are seen much less often in military settings, most abide by the code of "fight dirty" much better than the men do, using their beauty, cunning, and grace in order to pull the wool over a man's eyes.

Name: Kanza Dene
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Class: Spell Blade
Magic:
Enchant weapon
Magic missile
Death mark
Channeling ward

Weapon(s):
Royal Rapier pillaged off the corpse of a nobleman.
Hidden dagger stored under his tunic.
Appearance:
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Height: 5' 5"
Position in community: Soldier
Bio: growing up he lead a fairly easy life compared to most, coming from a stable family kanza is not quite comfortable with performing all of the dirty tricks and risky business that other children believed was just second nature. From a very young age he was trained in the arcane arts and highly excelled in the practice, learning the secrets passed down through generations of gifted spell blades. reaching the age of 15 he was drafted into the war and after a year of combat training he was thrown into the frey, surviving using only his wits and the blade at his side, which was soon after replaced once he found a better one.

Name: Zeelith

Age: 20

Race: Elf

Sex: Female

Class: Rogue

Magic: Her tribal tattoos symbolize the white hot energy she controls. It acts like pure electricity so she can blind, hurt, and with enough practice heal with it.

Weapon(s): Throwing darts, 4 daggers, double swords, and a

Appearance: Zeelith being pure Callith decent has an otherworldly appearance. Her skin is that of ebony, decorated with pure white tribal tattoos that accent and adorn almost every inch of her skin stands out among her people. Her hair is that of purple twilight, her left side of her hair is pulled back into tight braids, and the other side flows free with a few strands with beads and thread here and there. Her bangs brush over her right eye, which are pure molten gold, which glow against her dark skin. Her body is perfectly curved for being such a tall being, and is pure lean muscle. Her clothes consist of a leather bustier with fur, some beads, and their kingdom’s crest upon her left breast to show her being a leader in society. Her short leather shorts cover the essentials and a shimmering see-threw short golden skirt with some golden jewelry hanging off of it hangs low on her hips. Almost every inch of her body has a holder for all her different weapons, and a few pouches for religious and healing items. She also has a hawk claw and feathers on her head as a small headdress because she doesn’t wish to be flashy like most shamans before her. She took much more after her aunt and her rogue ways. Being graceful and striking swift.
Height: 6’0”

Position in community: Shaman, religious leader and second in command.

Bio: Zeelith grew up all her life surrounded by war and blood. Being of royal blood she was expected more then anyone at her age to preform flawlessly. Always at odds with her older sister for the crown, eventually when they came of age, their mothers decided their rolls. Zeenith her older sister, who was a bit more fair in skin tone and held less tribal tattoos became the next in line for Queen, and Zeelith became next in line for Shaman. Zeelith took to her calling happily, learning magics, and deciphering the messages from the spirit relm. She just didn’t care for having to be public and forward with the people, she preferred to work for them in the shadows to improve the way of life. Her wishes were granted by her older sister, so that she could work more privately and be a lot less of a public speaker. Even though she was more of a background figure, she was reveared when spoken about. In war, there were whispers of the Queen’s right hand being a shadow, assassinating all those big figures who stood in the way, and Zeelith truly was the force that changed many a war. Though she did want to free females from the rule of men, she secretly wished that they didn’t have to loose so many that she once called friends in the wars to achieve this.

Extra: she has a scar over her left eye.

Stumbling his way through the forest the young spellblade kanza pauses to take a breath, mere minutes earlier he had been in the heart of battle, fighting for his life against the ruthless enemy forces. He takes a seat upon a large rock in the center of a clearing and quickly chugged a potion. Looking around he could still hear a battle going on in the distance and he knew that he could not rest for long, eventually he would either be found by the enemy or by his commerades, and quite frankly he didn't know which outcome was worse, however for the moment he did not care and his only priority was to get a moment of rest.
laying down on the soft grass he closes his eyes and before long is sound asleep. snoring obnoxiously and rolling onto his side a passerby would never expect this slacker to be anything special.

Zeelith stood beside her sister, who sat upon her war horse. The magnificent white beast was something that her sister prided as a great accomplishment in training to be as skilled in battle as a warrior. The tall woman stood cloaked in a simple cape with a hood. She was prepared to do what she must. They hadn't sent out their second wave of warriors yet, mostly because the bonded animal companions that fought alongside the tall warrior served as warriors themselves. The wind blew and as the men were pushed farther and farther into the jungle, thats when the Queen nodded. Springing into a run Zeelith's partner, the black panther Sita kept up with her speed. Sita had golden tribal symbols painted on her skin to match her partner's. The king had been spotted, and it was time for her to do what she was good at. Assassinate. She moved swiftly through the ranks of men retreating farther into the forest, keeping the king in her sights. Her movements like that of a demon, which is what she was rumored to be. She killed in one shot, leaving no room for any to retaliate once she got her opening, and most where way too slow to even be in her way. The second wave of their army was sent out, to cover her incoming attack for the king. Narrowing her glowing gold eyes, she dashed into the trees. The king wouldn't get away, not when his horse had been killed. She would end him.

"ngh, fuck" the man announces as he slowly sits himself up, he had never intended to fall asleep. Looking left and right and taking a moment to rub his eyes he mutters to himself "i better count my blessings that i'm not dead or worse right now." Stretching and groaning obnoxiously he suddenly freezes, hearing someone, something coming through the forest. Shooting to his feet and drawing his weapon he stumbles slightly, figuring that be it friend or foe he should at least look like he's doing something.
putting the fingers of his left hand over his lips he slowly pulls them down his body over his heart, gently pulling out an orb of aura and holding in his hand. Heart beating like a drum he stands and waits, seconds feel like hours, pressure building on his shoulders, breathing becoming harder and harder, 'looks like i'm still not used to the stress of war' he thought to himself.

The king and his personal escort crashed into the scene in the woods first, retreating away from the onslaught of the female warriors. One had spotted the cloaked demon moving swiftly through the ranks, and none of them wanted a part of that. Seeing that the soldier in the clearing was theirs they kept moving but the king shouted an order. "Do not let the demon pass! If she does all is lost!" The group wishing the soldier a swift good luck left as quickly as they arrived. It wasn't a few seconds later that terrified and pain filled screams of dying men came to ear. Zeelith was close, and hot on the trail. She knew that she was close, and she could taste the victory on her lips. Rushing through the brush she spotted the lone soldier in her high speed chase. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" she snarled. The sound of crackling electricity came as her hand tattoos lifted from her black skin becoming pure electricity. She wasn't going to waste more then a second killing this soldier, not when she was so close to fulfilling her mission. She then hurled the bolt of magic at the male as she ran towards him, if the magic didn't finish him, her blade would.

"WOAH" Kanza yipped as his arm instinctively whipped the orb of aura directly into the electric blast, the spells collide and explode filling the clearing with a sparkling blue fog, unable to take a moment and appreciate it Kanza swings up his sword to riposte the demon's blade.
"y'know that's not very nice miss" he smirks placing his hand over his heart once more "i have half a mind to teach you some manners." sweat trickling down the side of his face he knew he was playing a very dangerous game.

eyes glued to the enemy standing before him he clutched his sword and felt the beating of his heart, ready to counter any move she could possibly make.

Zeelith wasn't expecting the little boy to send out magic of his own to counter hers, but she didn't give it much of a second thought as she sprung at him. His sword met her small blade, and her eyes narrowed hearing his words. What an ignorant pip squeek. Scoffing at his words, she smirked, her eyes glowing brightly in the shadow of her hood. She towered over the male, who either was naturally short, or hadn't hit his growth spurt yet. Either way, he wouldn't live long for her to ponder such things. Leaning her head down towards his, her eyes burned into his. "I would like to see you try, little imp." she whispered menacingly, and hearing the growl of Sita her panther she shook her head. This man was her kill. He was causing her precious time. Her heart beat was beating fast from her running, but she didn't find this male to be a real threat. Maybe a slight surprise, but she didn't have time to afford such luxuries as surprise. Shoving forwards to make the male stumble she then moved swiftly, kicking out her foot, taking his feet out from under him. Watching him hit the ground, she smirked and stood over him. A bit of her royal purple hair slipped from her hood as she stood looking down at him. Why then that the thought of not killing him passed through her mind she didn't understand, but it caused her to pause as she looked down at the male.

Laying on the ground once more Kanza makes a pained laugh, speaking in a very unusual Latin accent his eyes light up a fiery blue as he declares "you are one stone cold bitch." Just as he finishes a bolt of aura shoots from his lips and strikes zeelith directly on her forehead, unprepared for this unusual trick she stumbles back while Kanza springs to his feet, running his fingers across his lips blue smoke still flowing through his fingers "marque de la mort" thrusting his fingers towards the woman's abdomen a skull shaped light shines through her clothing "by the spellblades oath, you're story ends-...wait what" looking down in shock kanzas deathmark had appeared on his own abdomen as well !

A surprised sound escaped her deep red lips as the magic hit her in the forehead causing her to stumble backwards. Zeelith hissed, ready to summon her own death magic as her golden eyes began to glow a bright electric green. Her tattoos swirled angrily upon her skin as she righted herself on her feet again. Growling her tattoos lifted from her arms and flowed swiftly out of her sleeves as the male spoke his magic, and she was about to send it through his eyes and kill him but she stopped as she saw the death mark appear on his abdomen as well. Confused, her hands lowered a bit, but that's when Sita pounced. The panther took down the male again to the ground, and sprung off swiftly. Taking it as her cue to leave Zeelith took off in the direction of the king again. She had wasted enough time messing with such a stupid little boy. She was fine for the most part, but her limbs began to feel heavy the further away she got. Her mind became fuzzy, and sluggish. Her body running automatically as she moved through the forest. Her speed growing slower and slower drastically. When she finally got the king and his men in her sights she was barely at a jog. Her breathing heavier then it had been in her life. Her vision was spinning and darkening. Sita gave a call of worry as Zeelith stood in front of the men for merely a moment before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted on the ground. Her hood came off in the process, revealing her as a the shaman and second in command she was. Confused and worried Sita nudged her friend and whimpered, looking her over. The king was baffled, but swiftly regained his composure. "The boy must have done it. She has fallen. Squire check if she is alive!" the older male ordered. Timidly the squire walked over tentatively, shaking as Sita growled and stood protectively in front of Zeelith. Stopping just out of range of the beast, the male looked at the elf with wonder and fear. They were not used to different races such as the Callith elves. "She's breathing Sir! She's still alive!" he called and the king nodded. "Find the boy, I plan on promoting him. And take her in custody, we will make her spill all the plans of these women demons. The war will be ours!" he said and they cheered and moved to do his bidding. Sita tried her best to fend all of them off, but she was captured as well as Zeelith.

a full day passes before Kanza finds himself awake in a strange room, two figures stand in the corner of the room, a doctor and a nurse? was he in a hospital?
"um, hello?" Kanza calls out to them faintly, trying to gather his strength.
"good heavens boy" the doctor replied in shock, rushing to his side. "You're finally awake, we were damn certain you were dead."
Kanza responds with a scowl "oh well good morning to you too." After clearing his throat he asks "what's going on?"
"Well.." the doctor begins with a uncomfortable look "to put it quite frankly there was prisoner captured, a high ranking Callith female to whom you must have shared a less than pleasant encounter with, seeing as your skull...crest...whatever was found on her abdomen, the immediate reaction when the crest was found on her person was to begin planning your funeral...however soon after you were found alive but unconcious...but one question remains...why is there a crest on your person, in exactly the same spot?"
"wish i could tell you" Kanza responds shrugging and scratching at his unkempt stubble. "one moment i had cast it on her, and the next, there was one on me as well, as far as i saw she never cast a spell on me that i didn't counter appropriately. Although she did have an animal with her who gave me a nasty little scratch where the sun don't shine." Kanza giggles weakly but the doctor doesn't seem quite as amused.
"no matter, we cannot proceed with the interrogation until the crest is removed, it's far too risky."
Kanza smiles wide with his cocky Latin accent returning"ah, well I'm just so weak right now...you'll have to carry me to her."

Zeelith had been out for nearly a day, though when she woke, she found herself chained to a stone interrogation table. Her cloak had been taken, to reveal her barely clothed body. Her eyes were still blurry around the edges as she laid there, knowing that it was foolish to fight against her bonds. She was too weak and did carry a few scratches on her body. Twilight purple hair cascaded down the side of the table and laid on the ground for it was so long, even being up like this, that it touched her rear when she stood. She was visited by a squire when she had gained consciousness for a few minutes, but he left before her eyes closed again. Even her magic tattoos didn't faintly glow like they usually did. Sita was chained up and beaten down the hall in the dungeon and watched painfully as the squire reported that the elf woman was alive and ready to be brought the boy. She wished she could call to her friend but she was muzzled.

Men moved to action as the young soldier was carried over to the special cell in which the Callith woman was kept. Prepared, the king ordered soldiers to be posted inside and outside of the cell. Moving the soldier inside with the help of the soldiers the doctor bowed to the king and his war general. The king nodded to the boy as he stepped into the cell and looked over the woman laying on the table. "Soldier I need you to remove that mark, and in doing so I wish to bestow upon you great honor and a wealthy reward for saving my life." the king said and smiled as he watched the male. Feeling all of the people in the room Zeelith's bright golden eyes snapped open and met the soldier's eyes from before. "You." she whispered, her eyes narrowing in anger seeing him. He had caused this.

"ah hello lass" Kanza greets as he is placed on his feet infront of her. "Unfortunate we had to meet like this again" placing his hand above his heart he trys to grasp at the aura but can barely pull a whisper of it.
the king looks to the boy "well?...get on with it soldier." each and every noble and guard surrounding him growing more and more impatient with each passing attempt, kanza's power seemed to be returning as each attempt yielded a little more aura than before but hardly enough to cast a proper spell.
"Are you going to release the mark or not!?" the king shouts, his patience was at its limit.
"I'm trying!" Kanza urges "i just woke up from a coma, i could barely move until i was brought here" he trys once more and manages to pull a large chunk of aura into his hand "there we go"
Kanza carefully points the orb at the girls mark but then a thought comes to mind, he gently moves the orb ontop of his own mark and releases it.
"Stop screwing around boy!" the king shouts, kicking Kanza face first into the wall next to zeelith.
on his knees holding his face the boy whimpers next to the Callith woman.
and at this moment the woman realized her power had returned, and even better, her own mark had vanished.

Zeelith's eyes watched the male speak, frowning hearing his words. It seemed like his magic was to be released and then she would be in the worst pain of her life. This boy's magic would be removed from her body and then she would be tortured for information about her clan. But she would take everything to her grave. Silently watching as the male struggled to summon his magic, she tried to think about ways of getting free, though they were all impossible for she was powerless and fatigued from some unknown factor. The men in the room became impatient. Apparently even when she was chained to a stone table, she still threatened them, and made them tense. This thought made the ebony skinned elf smile just slightly. Such a funny thought to make her smile before her death. Then with interest her eyes moved to the struggling boy once again. How odd? What was he doing? Obviously he was struggling, but why direct the magic to himself first?

Then as he was kicked away, the feeling of the constricting magic left Zeelith's system. As all attention was drawn to the young mage, her tattoos slithered off of her skin and with a soft clink, burned the chains off. Moving swiftly, she threw her magic at two of the guards and flipped up off of the table, taking out the squire. Stealing a dagger from one of the soldiers, she skillfully slit his throat while spinning away and threw it into the skull of the other. Reaching the king, her black hand gripped his neck tightly and she lifted him from his feet. The male grabbed her wrist and choked, flailing. "You die." she breathed and as she was about to crush his wind pipe three soldiers tackled her to the ground. Hissing she fought and felt her energy sap again. She wasn't recovered yet, and it led to her down fall.

Once the 5 soldiers that arrived to help got her under control from a beating, the king stood and punched her in the face. Growling Zeelith looked into his eyes with hatred. "Chain her up again, double the guards, reinforce the metal, and get the magic specialist. I want him to look at the boy. And get our best negotiator, he will get her to talk." he ordered and smirked, taking her chin in his hand. "Too bad you do not wish to cooperate, you maybe could have been a chamber maiden." he chuckled and enraged she bit his nose. Yowling in pain he yanked himself away and she spat in his face. "I will never cooperate with the likes of you." she hissed and was beaten more and then chained to the table again. The soldiers then moved to chain up the soldier boy in the adjacent cell until their specialists arrived.

chained to the cell wall Kanzo groaned and mopped tapping his feet obnoxiously. his armor and accessories stripped he was left only wearing an ordinary pair of trousers. His long azure hair just past his shoulders and body covered in tattoos of various blues, especially the area right above his heart.
"so this is what it's like to be a kinky maiden...can't say I'm enjoying these shackles" he declares for all to hear.

hours had passed and for the moment the prisoners had all been left to themselves. Smiling to himself kanza spits out a small missile of aura to break one of his shackles, the unmistakable noise rallies up the other prisoners and causes a small uproar.
"Calm down you animals" he insists. "I'll get to you when i can, just wait your turns." the other prisoners fell silent, clearly desperate to escape their cages.
kanza approaches the cell door and takes a handful of aura, pressing it against the door it shoots open, quickly he steps into the hall and looks both ways, spotting two guards blocking the door who had just now drawn their weapons.
"watch closely if you can fair maiden." the man smiles. "marque de la mort" and in a heartbeat his aura shot forward marking the two guards for death at the very same time, they both panic and start to scream.
"This is going to be messy" kanza sighs, both hands over his heart he pulls enough aura for two missiles, the aura shoots into the men with deadly accuracy and a literal explosion of blood shoots outwards covering everything in a thin layer of blood, this was the power of the death mark, this is why it is so feared.

"so damn messy" kanza sighs, starting to wipe the blood off of his entire body

Watching as the male that caused her all these problems was chained up, Zeelith sighed softly and closed her eyes. Stupid males, always making a mess of things. This was why her sister was Queen and she wasn't. She had personally believed that there was a way to negociate with these men, but now she knew that there was no way that would be possible. This king was a borish pig and she would kill him if it was the last thing she did. Relaxing her body and trying to harden her mind for what was to come she sighed as the boy began to announce that he didn't like the chains. What a stupid little imp.

Hearing the sound of chains breaking and falling to the ground her eyes opened. Turning her head to look at him she raised on eyebrow as he slipped from his cell. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes as he spoke to her she frowned. "Being a show off does not impress." she said, just loud enough for him to hear her. Golden eyes followed the small spectacle as the magic took place and exploded the bodies of the guards. Returning to look to the ceiling as the male was covered in blood she closed her eyes.

"Its too flashy, and messy. I prefer quick and clean." she said and then sighed. Men. Trying to show off and be masculine. She could care less what he did, he was still a dumb little boy. She blamed him for all of this.

"ah but where's the fun in that?" kanza smiles. "hold on a moment."
he rushes to the bloodied mess on the floor and carefully snags the keyring to the cells.
"while I'd love to show off a little more, I'm afraid I've wasted one too many heartbeats on that." he grins unlocking her cell door and approaching her, splatters of blood still all over his body. "now look miss Z, while i can't say i care for you, and i know you couldn't give a damn about me if you tried, the fact of the matter is something happened when we fought. My theory is when our spells collided our fates were somehow intertwined, and like it or not, at least for the moment if either of us want to survive, we're going to have to work together."
giving a devilish smile he puts a finger below her chin and moves his face devilishly close. "While you are a beauty to behold, and i am in fact doing this for selfish reasons it's a bit more logical than the likes of you would expect. The way i see it, when i cast the death mark on you, the same appeared on me, when you were injured i could feel your pain if only slightly, and the most damning piece of evidence when i removed the mark from myself it also dissapeared from you. I do not know what kind of bond we share, but I'm not going to let you die, only to die myself." taking a step back he spins the key ring on his finger. "so my dear, do we have an agreement?"

As if it wasn't hard enough to ignore the ignorant little shit, the boy continued to talk and blab on while Zeelith tried to just calm her mind. Snapping open her eyes with annoyance she watched as the little imp walked over and spoke about his theory to her. She honestly had an idea that they were connected already, had she not she wouldn't have tried to kill the king again. Her lips pulled into a tight frown the elf found herself burning holes into the face of the blood spattered warrior. If she didn't already hate men, she sure did now. Ignorant pigs.

Then he lifted her chin and a growl came from her lips. She jerked against her chains and bore her teeth at him, a hiss coming from his lips. "I'd rather die then work with the likes of you." she hissed. How dare he touch her,if she could even get a hand free that cocky little twat would be dead. "You have no honor or moral compas. You also smell like the pig you are. No care for personal hygene." she scoffed at him and turned her head away from his sight.

Knowing that he was her only way out she sighed and turned her gaze back to him. "I will work with you until we can get this bond removed. Only if you do what I say to get out of here. We do this quietly, and quickly. If we set off an alarm they will kill us the moment they see us." she said and narrowed her eyes. "And listen wisely imp, if you so cross me. I will kill you, for I do not fear death. But have a mission to complete before I can pass into the spirit realm." Zeelith threatened. Oh this was going to be interesting..

"Y'know, you shouldn't speak so lightly about honor or moral compas my dear." kanza begins as he frees her from the shackles.
"i do not enjoy killing you realize, and i do hold my own code of honor. If you recall during our first encounter i placed the mark on you and began to speak my oath, i was going to give you a fair fight. In this situation however honor was a luxury...i pray for those men i just killed but...our lives are worth more than theres." visibly wincing at the words he spoke he adds "You should fear death y'know, fear is not evil, fear is what tells us our limitations, do not throw away your life for a cause no matter how just. The greatest misfortune in this world, is to leave this world before you're ready." the shackles drop to the floor and kanza turns to leave "c'mon...zeelith...we've stayed too long as it is."

Zeelith listened to his words as she anxiously awaited to be released. By the time that he had finished his last sentence she was standing outside of the cell. She wanted out of this hell hole. Walking swiftly down the hall she stopped seeing a familiar form. Frowning as she saw her close friend in chains and dead she turned her head away and blinked back tears. Having not found the body of their best general on the battle field weeks ago she and her sister had feared the worst. Their suspicions were true. Their blue skinned general had been taken hostage, and tortured to death. Glancing back at the corpse Zeelith whispered a prayer and her steps quickened as she headed out of the dungeon. Stopping once more she spotted Sita, and thanked the goddess that she was alive. Putting a finger to her lips, the woman's tattoos broke the cell door lock and she rushed inside. Moving to free her friend she chuckled softly as she was licked happily. Warm golden eyes held a slight sparkle as she petted her friend happily. It was good to know that her panther was alive.

"Come Sita, we must escape." she breathed and stepping out of the cell she looked down at the male and sighed. "You are not going to like our options of escape." the elven maiden said and lead him out of the dungeon. Their female spies had laid out a map of the castle for them at the beginning of the war, so she knew what she was looking for. As they rose to floor level she swiftly turned into a servant's wing and killed the man standing guard there by snapping his neck. Laying him down behind a tapestry she then pointed to the window above her. "I'm going to throw you now. The moat is below. Don't forget to take a deep breath." she warned. "Sita you first." she ordered, and the large panther looked at the male before nodding. The large black cat began running and jumped at the elven woman. Zeelith's hands then cradled the large cat's paws and launched her up and out threw the window. A light splash could be heard and then the woman turned her golden eyes to the male. "Your turn. Run and jump. I will throw you." she said seriously. She herself being so tall could grab onto the window ledge with a running start so she wasn't worried about herself at this point. But the little imp would need help.

crossing his arms kanza takes up the sassiest pose he can "...well you're funny I'll give you that." looking to the window and looking back to her. ".....you're not joking..." he sighs before pulling his hair back and preparing himself, running towards her and taking the boost up onto the windowsill. landing less than gracefully he barely holds his grip "That's...that's quite the drop lass" he shouts out before losing his grip, splashing painfully into the water below.

Shaking her head as the male struck a sassy pose, Zeelith rolled her eyes. Then waiting patiently she watched as he ran and jumped. Tossing him up with all her might she watched as he flew through the window. Hearing his words, she shook her head again and got herself ready to jump to the window. Hearing the splash she took off and sprinted. Launching herself she completed a flip out of the window and landed in a perfect dive into the moat. Surfacing she then grabbed the male and helped him up onto shore. "No time to waste, quickly." she said and pulled him onto his feet. She was soaked through, everything clinging to the curves of her body. Sita was standing on shore waiting for them and then leading the way, the Panther headed for the forest. They kept up a decent pace that the male could keep up with so he didn't keel over and die from the running.

After about 15 minutes of running they slowed down and stopped. They were on the edge of another village in the kingdom of men. Zeelith stood behind a tree and watched as people moved about in the village. Seeing the poor women and girls there she longed to steal them away and take them back to her people. But she didn't have time. She needed to get rid of the male and then she would come back for them. But night was falling and they were going to need to hide out here. Turning her piercing gaze to the male she then glanced back to the village. "We can't travel at night. The patrols double because of Callith night strike. We need to stay here." she said and then looked to Sita. "We also need dry clothes, Sita will fetch them." she said and then panther slunk off towards the village.

Moving away from the tree, the royal began to pull off the extra leather and ornaments on her body that had been soaked. Pulling off her skirt to reveal her leather shorts she sighed and shook her head. "I always ruin clothes on missions..." she muttered to herself and threw away the ripped fur sleeves. Pulling off her leather armor corset she revealed a simple leather wrap around her chest. Seeing the male eye her she rolled her eyes. "What haven't seen a woman naked yet?" she said sarcastically.

kanza shrugs, sitting himself down with hands behind his head he remarks "of your kind? i can't say that i have."
his eyes shift off to the sky before he adds "you've got it lucky y'know...when all this is over...you have a home go back to."
putting his right hand over his heart the tattoos glow a vibrant blue, sapphire smoke flowing through his fingers. "tell me, does your power come at a cost? does using it have any effect on you in the long run?" as he asks this his fingers seem to sink into his skin, a horrific sight as it sinks down past his wrist. "our lives are like an hourglass, ticking away each passing second. I could not tell you how much time remains, each time i use this power, it takes a few more grains from the equation." slowly his hand starts to pull back out, the glowing more intense than ever, his hand slowly making it's way out of his heart and at the same time it appears to be holding something. "Our lives are our swords, our swords are our life." a flash and the glowing ceases, clutched between his fingers is the very same sword the guards had stolen from him.

"oh, and if you were hoping for a compliment, you've got quite a charming pair 'love." giving a wink and a chuckle he springs to his feet.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Zeelith shook her head and turned away from the male as his hand began to pull out of his chest his sword. "Of course it has a cost. Nothing in this world is free." she said bluntly and watched for Sita to return. "Magic of the magnitude that I control is not something the Callith naturally possess. I was gifted it. Chosen." she explained softly. She didn't like to think about her beginnings as a shaman. Too many tragedies had been caused because of her sake. Sighing she ran a hand along her braided side of hair, brushing her fingers over the wet hawk feathers. Happy that they were still in her hair she then sat down on the ground across from him. Shaking her head at his words she rolled her eyes. "I am Zeelith, you are to call me by my name imp." she said crossly. How dare he call her such things when there was no feelings between them?

Looking at her hands she then closed her eyes and let herself relax her muscles a bit. "And who says I have a home to return too? My sister has every right to kill me as soon as she sees me with a male. But we have to try and see if she can lift the bond. She's the only chance we have at this point." Zeelith said and then looked up at him again. "So what is your name imp?" she asked curiously as she looked over him.