First off: Obviously I do not own the BJT.

Second: This is a thread from Ebony a BJT forum based RP which literally just uses the caste and Jewel system created by Anne Bishop. It is neither pre nor post the books but basically a separate world. Hence there are no canons and there will be no canons raising their heads.
(This is because we enjoy playing in the world but also want to respect Ms. Bishop's dislike of people playing with her characters.)

Third: Ebony restarts every few months or so to keep things interesting, try out different plot ideas etc. etc. so you may see the same characters appear in different situations that seem to have little or no relevance to previously posted stories. Most of what we post are just our favourite threads from the various incarnations.

Forth: Please do not ask for longer chapters, or tell us we need longer chapters, these aren't intending to be 5000 word chapters of a book, but tags from one person to the other and as such are not that long. (Don't let that put you off reading though!)
This also explains why the view point chops and change so much.
I'll try and do my best to post statisfying chunks but most of these are complete threads which have been pre written by more than one person in an RP session and now we're posting it up for others to enjoy.
If you want to write longer chapters, or interact with the characters described here :grin: come join Ebony.

Characters this time round:

Raith Athan Malakhim: Black Jewelled Black Widow Warlord Prince
Aka: The Hayllian Scum
(Copyright J)

Kindrellvar Yasnani: Black Jewelled Black Widow Warlord Prince,
Aka: The Big Bad Bat
(Copyright Trace)

Writers: Trace then Me

The Boat

Or: Who Let the Morons Out.

Kindrellvar felt the need to get drunk. He woke up with what felt like a hangover but in fact it was something like a hangover with out the drink. It was a power hangover. The way he felt after he broke a witch always exhausted him, but felt so damn good he couldn't help himself. He smiled as he looked out the window, pulling himself from the bed. The sun was just coming up over the horizon when he traipsed out the double doors and onto the balcony.

Today was a good day. The beginning of something that was beautiful and a welcoming back party of the sorts. He hadn't totally dropped the Kin he'd transformed into but he would have to find a happy medium because he liked shattering witches to much to be so fucking goody goody. The thought of it made him want to puke.

He called in a glass and a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass, taking the shot and than pouring him another before he capped it and vanished it once more. He watched the sun come up with his glass and grinned. He was in such a good mood he thought that he should share his bliss so he reached out and connected with the other Black along a spear to spear thread.

Raith, wanna meet for a drink? Meet me at The Haven in Chaillot in a couple of hours. He let the feelings he was feeling cross the threads between them and laughed. Raith would think he was on drugs. Good fucking drugs.

After the drink was finished and the sun had come up, he turned and walked back in, vanishing his drink. He dressed and placed a soft kiss on Minah's forehead and than her lips, leaving her a note about where he went and with who, telling her he would be back later tonight.

A few hours later he walked into the Haven and requested a private booth away from gawking eyes. When two Blacks came together, everyone stared. He smiled at the serving girl and gave her instructions on what kind of drink they wanted, knowing that the drinks he ordered were only for the darker Jeweled patrons because the lighter jeweled one's would pass out and die from the shit.

When the Server came back with a few glasses and a few bottles of what Kin ordered, he smiled and thanked her, telling her to create a tab and he'd pay before he left. He called in his own Eyrien wine, aged 50,000 years and grinned. If anything would knock them on their asses, it would be this. He poured two glasses and waited, taking a sip from his own. Nothing made his face draw when it came to alcohol, no matter the strength but this, it made his wings shiver for a moment.

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Raith had been, surprisingly, doing paper work when Kin contacted him. He looked at the pile he had, which was massive, and the pile he'd done which wasn't, and knew he really should get on, but looking out the fucking window and the glorious sunlight streaming through he really couldn't find it in himself to be that bothered about it.
Fuck it.
He was twenty five, and the last time he'd had any bloody fun was when he found out that Micah was up the duff. The time he spent with Nym was wonderful, beautiful but at the moment he just wanted to fucking cut loose and smash the hell out of something like before him and D had taken over Hayll.

Drinks with Kin it was then.

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Dropping off the Black in Chaillot Raith grinned, this felt like the best bloody decision he'd made in ages. He walked in to Haven, looking round appreciatively and homed in on Kin who already had the drinks in.
Good man.

"Hello fucker." He grinned dropping gracelessly into the seat opposite the other Warlord Prince and grabbing a drink, "You must have read my mind mate this is bang on what I needed."
He raised his glass and suddenly gave Kin a strange look. What the hell, he looked tanked out, but more something else, he looked more like the bad arse he'd seen when they'd first met.
Raith grinned, one side of his mouth raising higher then the other, making him look animalistic.
"Welcome back Kin."