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all of the plot/story/dialog/concept if she so desires in any way she
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Anyone has my permission to use anything from this and my other story in anyway they want. So have at it, expand, add, enhance, just think if you can write a fan fiction based on a story that has a copyright why not a fan fiction based on a fan fiction. So tale spinners, spin on.
Blame all lousy spelling and grammar on the California Education System. Thank the Lord for spell checkers.
A/N Goddess of the Moon, new goddess of Emelan, you are, as goddess's always are, right. In Sandry's book the Duke is addressed as Your Grace. Cat dirt, even though the Gods are against me I am not going ot change it.
The Circle Expands
Chapter 10
Clang, Clang.
The high Herald knocked his steel shod staff on the floor to attract attention and announced.
"The Countess Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, Daughter of Count Matin fer Totren, Daughter of Countess Amiliane fa Toren, Cousin of Her Imperial Highness Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire and Great Niece of Duke Vedris IV of Emelan.
Sandry entered the ballroom in a white gown carrying a walking shaft.
Clang.
"Briar Moss, of Hajra, Plant Mage and Daja Kisubo, of Third Ship Kisubo Smith Mage.
Briar and Daja entered the ballroom, Briar in a green shirt, blue trousers and wearing a vest that reached to his knees that appeared to be embroidered with plants, Daja on his arm was wearing a Blue ball gown, both carried walking staffs.
Clang.
"Trisana Chandler, of House Chandler, Weather Mage and Kethlun Wader of Namorn, Glass Mage."
Keth and Tris entered the ballroom, Keth wearing white a white silk shirt, and brown trousers, Tris was wearing a storm cloud grey gown and both carried walking staffs.
Clang.
"Evumeimei Dingzai, of Chamur, Stone Mage and Glaki Irakory, of Thanios, Academic Mage."
Evvy and Glaki entered, both in ballroom gowns, Evvy in Red and Glaki in green also carrying walking staffs.
And the herald's staff kept ringing as mage and noble arrived.
"Delicate Initiate Lark, Thread Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Delicate Initiate Rosethorn, Plant Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Delicate Initiate Frostpine, Smith Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Delicate Initiate Crane, Plant Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Niklaren Goldeye, Great Mage of Lightsbridge."
"Baron and Barfoness Frantson of Green Acres." (Sneaky TV reference)
And the beat goes on. (Sneaky musical reference)
A/N You're all much too young to get these..
As noble after noble arrived the Dukes Military Band led by J. P. Sousa started to play dance music. (Sneaky musical reference)
Sandry, Tris, Daja, Evvy, Glaki, Briar and Keth moved to the Duke and the ladies curtseyed while the men bowed.
The Duke acknowledged the group and shook his head, "You did it, you all brought walking staffs."
Sandry smiled, "We did, and we have stocked up at Circle Four, we are expecting a rush tomorrow."
"Look at the crowds around the Rememballs."
"Uncle you will never guess who showed up at Circle Four today,"
"Who?"
"First Ship Kisubo."
"And they looked Daja up?"
"Yes,"
"Any explanation why it has taken so long to look her up?"
"As I understand it, when First Ship Kisubo checked for information on the missing Third Ship Kisubo they found, listed in the Trader Council archives, sole survivor Daja, listed as Trangshi. So by their laws she was outcast and they were forced to forget her. Then when they heard about a Third Ship Kisubo lugsha who created things with living metal they went back to the Trader Council and discovered her new status. While not actively looking they have been following the rumors (which abound about the four) at each landfall. When they finally reached Summersea they decide to look her up."
"Is she thinking about rejoining them?"
"Daja will not rejoin Ships Kisubo, she is now lugsha a craftsperson, artisan, one who provides goods that earns money for the caravan. She will not give that up, and traders looked down upon the lugsha. Any method of earning a living other that trade is frowned upon."
"No one wants to be alone in the world, Daja will now have some one she cares about to visit with when they are in the area, and they will be very happy to trade with her, to their profit."
"Also Daja is passing the word around that the Circle Four school is also Third Ship Kisubo and is a trader clan for all the children, of Caravans and Ships, who want to be lugsha to join and be trained."
"Good for her."
"The dance is going well." Remarked the Duke.
"Yes it is," Sandry noticed the Dukes oldest son approaching, "Here comes Frantson, how do we act?"
"Normally for now, I need an overt act before I can do anything."
"Father," Baron Frantson bows to the Duke. "Good evening Frantson how are you and you lovely wife?"
"Grasping wife," thinks Sandry.
"We are well, this is a nice night for a party. And the illusions have been remarkable as well as the jugglers, tumblers and dancers."
"Yes, Sandry has done a good of organizing the affair."
"I am seriously impressed by the image spheres, especially the one of you and mother wedding and the moving one."
"Yes they are quite an impressive bit of magic, we will be auctioning a couple off a little later."
"I will make sure I'm up front to bid." With a sigh, "My lady wife expects me to dance with her, I will see you later."
"Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth." Sandry muttered to the Duke, "Did you notice that he never looked at or spoke to me."
"Yes, I'm afraid that you being my heir is the root of his dissatisfaction."
Sandry spoke through the bond, "Briar, please stay close to my uncle, and Daja, Tris keep your eyes open. I have a bad feeling about Frantson being here."
"When the massive clock struck 11:00 al (stands for after lunch, no Latin in Emelan) the Duke stepped upon the raised dais borrowed Sandry staff and rapped for attention."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you will gather round we will commence with the highlight of the evening."
As the crowd approached, with Frantson and wife leading the way, Briar,
carrying both fog filled Rememballs, stepped to his right side and Sandry moved to his left side. Tris stepped upon the corner of the dais in order to get a better view of the crowd. Suddenly Tris saw a blur entering the room through the door and recognized an invisibility spell.
"Sandry, Daja, Briar look at the door!"
All of the Four could now see the invisible person moving across the back of the room toward a window that opened onto the gardens.
"Convenient escape route that window." Sent Briar.
Daja, being the nearest to the window casually moved over to examine a Rememball displayed next to it. The blur paused, but when Daja apparently did not notice it, movement to the window continued.
The bidding for the Rememballs the Duke now held in his hands was getting lively, Frantson and his wife was in the front rank of the crowd and would bid once in a while.
Tris stepped off the dais, moving toward the crowd, intending to assist Daja.
Just then Daja saw the blur raise its arms and magic begin to glow around the hands. She spun like a top and struck hard with her staff across the center of the blur. " OOF!!" A man in black robes appeared and fell to his hands and knees. Daja spun the staff like a quarterstaff and struck the man across the back of the head. He fell in a heap on the floor.
"Ulring, Behazin" She called, and the two harrier mages appeared from the crowd to bind the man and his magic.
The noise of the capture stopped the bidding and drew all eyes to the small group by the window.
The Duke looked down from the dais at his son, "We have him alive Frantson, and he will talk."
A dead silence ensued, suddenly Baron Frantson's face twisted in rage, he pulled a knife from his waist and with it raised he charged at the Duke with an incoherent cry.
Sandry jumped in front of the Duke, Briar, knives sprouting like magic in his hands, jumped down from the dais and met the Baron in mid-charge. They came together like two rams during mating season. Both went down in a heap, Stillness for a short time then Briar came to his knees and checked the Baron's pulse. He shook his head and stood and started walking back to the dais.
The Baroness stared at he husband in horror. She pulled a knife and ran at Briar's back screaming. Tris thrust out her walking staff and tripped her, attempting to catch herself with her hands she fell on the knife she had intended for murder.
The crowd stared at the bodies of the Baron and his wife as blood pooled around them.
Tris checked the Baroness and said, "Dead."
Briar, blood dripping from the knife in his hand, dropped to his knees in front of the dais and said, "My Lord Duke, I have killed your son."
Appendix Chapter 10
I do not remember any reference to Niko's origin, I seem to remember that he trained at Lightsbridge.
"The Countess Lady Sandrilene fa Torenis the Daughter of Count Matin fer Totren and Countess Amiliane fa Toren. Both died in the plague. Since the title of Countess is a hereditary title Sandry inherits.
Anyone has my permission to use anything from this and my other story in anyway they want. So have at it, expand, add, enhance, just think if you can write a fan fiction based on a story that has a copyright why not a fan fiction based on a fan fiction. So tale spinners, spin on.
Blame all lousy spelling and grammar on the California Education System. Thank the Lord for spell checkers.
A/N Goddess of the Moon, new goddess of Emelan, you are, as goddess's always are, right. In Sandry's book the Duke is addressed as Your Grace. Cat dirt, even though the Gods are against me I am not going ot change it.
The Circle Expands
Chapter 10
Clang, Clang.
The high Herald knocked his steel shod staff on the floor to attract attention and announced.
"The Countess Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, Daughter of Count Matin fer Totren, Daughter of Countess Amiliane fa Toren, Cousin of Her Imperial Highness Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire and Great Niece of Duke Vedris IV of Emelan.
Sandry entered the ballroom in a white gown carrying a walking shaft.
Clang.
"Briar Moss, of Hajra, Plant Mage and Daja Kisubo, of Third Ship Kisubo Smith Mage.
Briar and Daja entered the ballroom, Briar in a green shirt, blue trousers and wearing a vest that reached to his knees that appeared to be embroidered with plants, Daja on his arm was wearing a Blue ball gown, both carried walking staffs.
Clang.
"Trisana Chandler, of House Chandler, Weather Mage and Kethlun Wader of Namorn, Glass Mage."
Keth and Tris entered the ballroom, Keth wearing white a white silk shirt, and brown trousers, Tris was wearing a storm cloud grey gown and both carried walking staffs.
Clang.
"Evumeimei Dingzai, of Chamur, Stone Mage and Glaki Irakory, of Thanios, Academic Mage."
Evvy and Glaki entered, both in ballroom gowns, Evvy in Red and Glaki in green also carrying walking staffs.
And the herald's staff kept ringing as mage and noble arrived.
"Delicate Initiate Lark, Thread Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Delicate Initiate Rosethorn, Plant Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Delicate Initiate Frostpine, Smith Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Delicate Initiate Crane, Plant Mage of Winding Circle Temple."
"Niklaren Goldeye, Great Mage of Lightsbridge."
"Baron and Barfoness Frantson of Green Acres." (Sneaky TV reference)
And the beat goes on. (Sneaky musical reference)
A/N You're all much too young to get these..
As noble after noble arrived the Dukes Military Band led by J. P. Sousa started to play dance music. (Sneaky musical reference)
Sandry, Tris, Daja, Evvy, Glaki, Briar and Keth moved to the Duke and the ladies curtseyed while the men bowed.
The Duke acknowledged the group and shook his head, "You did it, you all brought walking staffs."
Sandry smiled, "We did, and we have stocked up at Circle Four, we are expecting a rush tomorrow."
"Look at the crowds around the Rememballs."
"Uncle you will never guess who showed up at Circle Four today,"
"Who?"
"First Ship Kisubo."
"And they looked Daja up?"
"Yes,"
"Any explanation why it has taken so long to look her up?"
"As I understand it, when First Ship Kisubo checked for information on the missing Third Ship Kisubo they found, listed in the Trader Council archives, sole survivor Daja, listed as Trangshi. So by their laws she was outcast and they were forced to forget her. Then when they heard about a Third Ship Kisubo lugsha who created things with living metal they went back to the Trader Council and discovered her new status. While not actively looking they have been following the rumors (which abound about the four) at each landfall. When they finally reached Summersea they decide to look her up."
"Is she thinking about rejoining them?"
"Daja will not rejoin Ships Kisubo, she is now lugsha a craftsperson, artisan, one who provides goods that earns money for the caravan. She will not give that up, and traders looked down upon the lugsha. Any method of earning a living other that trade is frowned upon."
"No one wants to be alone in the world, Daja will now have some one she cares about to visit with when they are in the area, and they will be very happy to trade with her, to their profit."
"Also Daja is passing the word around that the Circle Four school is also Third Ship Kisubo and is a trader clan for all the children, of Caravans and Ships, who want to be lugsha to join and be trained."
"Good for her."
"The dance is going well." Remarked the Duke.
"Yes it is," Sandry noticed the Dukes oldest son approaching, "Here comes Frantson, how do we act?"
"Normally for now, I need an overt act before I can do anything."
"Father," Baron Frantson bows to the Duke. "Good evening Frantson how are you and you lovely wife?"
"Grasping wife," thinks Sandry.
"We are well, this is a nice night for a party. And the illusions have been remarkable as well as the jugglers, tumblers and dancers."
"Yes, Sandry has done a good of organizing the affair."
"I am seriously impressed by the image spheres, especially the one of you and mother wedding and the moving one."
"Yes they are quite an impressive bit of magic, we will be auctioning a couple off a little later."
"I will make sure I'm up front to bid." With a sigh, "My lady wife expects me to dance with her, I will see you later."
"Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth." Sandry muttered to the Duke, "Did you notice that he never looked at or spoke to me."
"Yes, I'm afraid that you being my heir is the root of his dissatisfaction."
Sandry spoke through the bond, "Briar, please stay close to my uncle, and Daja, Tris keep your eyes open. I have a bad feeling about Frantson being here."
"When the massive clock struck 11:00 al (stands for after lunch, no Latin in Emelan) the Duke stepped upon the raised dais borrowed Sandry staff and rapped for attention."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you will gather round we will commence with the highlight of the evening."
As the crowd approached, with Frantson and wife leading the way, Briar,
carrying both fog filled Rememballs, stepped to his right side and Sandry moved to his left side. Tris stepped upon the corner of the dais in order to get a better view of the crowd. Suddenly Tris saw a blur entering the room through the door and recognized an invisibility spell.
"Sandry, Daja, Briar look at the door!"
All of the Four could now see the invisible person moving across the back of the room toward a window that opened onto the gardens.
"Convenient escape route that window." Sent Briar.
Daja, being the nearest to the window casually moved over to examine a Rememball displayed next to it. The blur paused, but when Daja apparently did not notice it, movement to the window continued.
The bidding for the Rememballs the Duke now held in his hands was getting lively, Frantson and his wife was in the front rank of the crowd and would bid once in a while.
Tris stepped off the dais, moving toward the crowd, intending to assist Daja.
Just then Daja saw the blur raise its arms and magic begin to glow around the hands. She spun like a top and struck hard with her staff across the center of the blur. " OOF!!" A man in black robes appeared and fell to his hands and knees. Daja spun the staff like a quarterstaff and struck the man across the back of the head. He fell in a heap on the floor.
"Ulring, Behazin" She called, and the two harrier mages appeared from the crowd to bind the man and his magic.
The noise of the capture stopped the bidding and drew all eyes to the small group by the window.
The Duke looked down from the dais at his son, "We have him alive Frantson, and he will talk."
A dead silence ensued, suddenly Baron Frantson's face twisted in rage, he pulled a knife from his waist and with it raised he charged at the Duke with an incoherent cry.
Sandry jumped in front of the Duke, Briar, knives sprouting like magic in his hands, jumped down from the dais and met the Baron in mid-charge. They came together like two rams during mating season. Both went down in a heap, Stillness for a short time then Briar came to his knees and checked the Baron's pulse. He shook his head and stood and started walking back to the dais.
The Baroness stared at he husband in horror. She pulled a knife and ran at Briar's back screaming. Tris thrust out her walking staff and tripped her, attempting to catch herself with her hands she fell on the knife she had intended for murder.
The crowd stared at the bodies of the Baron and his wife as blood pooled around them.
Tris checked the Baroness and said, "Dead."
Briar, blood dripping from the knife in his hand, dropped to his knees in front of the dais and said, "My Lord Duke, I have killed your son."
Appendix Chapter 10
I do not remember any reference to Niko's origin, I seem to remember that he trained at Lightsbridge.
"The Countess Lady Sandrilene fa Torenis the Daughter of Count Matin fer Totren and Countess Amiliane fa Toren. Both died in the plague. Since the title of Countess is a hereditary title Sandry inherits.