The stretching flackened route across the final ruffened hilly earth,finally layde way to the forest that surrounded Gethree keep.The trees billowed superflously with trailing wisps of grandeur in branches and broad green leaves.The refined look to a carefull traveler could just catch glimpse of the keep from the end of the higher paths,in which Thea and Kreth themselves stood in suttle acclimation to the vision.The harsh,nearly jagged mountain that conatined the backing of the mile wide and ½ a mile east west establishment,was like a slew of godly warding,freeing the sight from a place of safety to a place of fear.The outcasts from places that were more difficult to find or more harshly gaurded even delighted in the notion of being a resident or friend to the habitat,as did visitors wonder their own safety if issues of revelry or warish argument ever took hold.The dark grey braken buildings blended the mortar between the bricks and these led to metal and clay roofs that looked the vieing worth of a battalions compound,for times of harshened condition or  attacking groups to be failed in an attempt to pound the keep with

catapaults.

    Occasional clutches of rounded towers(the most 5 stories) dotted the area,easily the places of wizards and the type of necromany invocations that were the makings of horrid spells,and trim and trick to any fine conquering army.The grande building at the mountain side wall,was the leader or rulers place of governing and living.Though they had every sort from army leaders to clerics to queens,for some reason the female's that were actually elected to take the 'high court' of  Gethree were usually the ones to hold on to the place of govern-for as much as a decade at times-such that most who divyed rules or commands were often realized as second place to the sentiment at the time of the folks,and with a relenting queen,or swordwoman,the actions of conflict of wills were more easily quelled.

    "there is our temptation to send us to forms of begotton and war-love of war and the fights of the wicked"Kreth announced to Thea,the liveliness of this place was too many ways than one for the lot of scoundrels.

    "I have lost what creeds and defiance I have for those who are refined,we will be sure to find some there…all is not lost you worry too much-come let's go"she rebutted and the two were off at a brisked pace to the front gateway.

    The gaurds at the front were not human,nor did they appear to be intelligent.Some sort of winged creature with inward knees,and brightened smiles crooning their stern looks.The scales of their bodies were worn and dark grey to black and each had a sharp two sided sword with no scabbard and black robes that fit closely,a sign of being a minnion to a wizard,or some type of party.

    "stop!rgrhrgh…all who pass before the gate must hail the governess!"the first of the four called out from twenty feet beyond.

    "we hail the governess…"Kreth looked to Thea for the name of the witch so brought to power within the last 4 years,one more than the last time they visited.

    "the fine Ewieyes,keeps well,and we wish blessing and passage into Gethree keep"Thea responded,knowing the name,and countering the guard's lack of affection with a humble request.

    "so be it,(it concentrated looking in to their being,eyes of crystal dempened strength)-thiefess and fraith,hail Ewieyes,receive Gethree keep!"another made a quick mind divination and motioned for the last two to open the wrought iron gates.

    The streetway was wide upon the opening front way,whence it entered into the center court,with a pond of purple liquid,a source of some scorcery,but it had always changed.The respit of Gethree kept reputation and candor with the availibility of healing,strength,acid or some other potion that could be swiped into a bottle for any with the blessing of the govern.Two monks in grey tunics with silver adornments(led across the shirts like vinery adornment)and skirted robing,swooped into the water and drank some from their hands alone,standing,an ethereal presence made across their bodies as they took weapons from their sides and turned invisible,clanking and grunts of combat practice could be heard but not seen.

    "did you see that!"Thea responded to this sight with glee.

    "yes,invisible pond elixer,and ruffian monks,trying their worths with the world of material plane existance replaced with the unkown….what of it my dear"Kreth had his hand at his blade,and determined that a trickery of this nature available to all could be a nasty claiment.

    "I shall take some…I mean with no eyes to find me when shadows fall leaves my traces of movement,what cunning I could try,and treasures I could steal…"Thea smiled and swinely adored the plausability of getting work done with this much invisibility available.

    "some purifying,Elkindark,if you can here us now,please forgive the nature of our

use of the ceremony- please my sweet let us confront the governess"Kreth swifted past the monks implying for Thea to follow with equel resolve,and she did so,not wanting to answer to the words the Fraith had about the rapidly deteriotating good that was taken in truth and demand at the cleansing.

    There stood the high queen,the governess of war and peace occasionly,a beautifull witch of nature's finer creations so easily could be said.If beauty alone were a reason to have taken the 'throne' of this place then easily that may have been the history passed on about Ewieyes's stay as the Gethree ruler.Her white hair strewn below the shoulders,lightly flitted to her front side reaching her supple breasts,and across her open gowned back-strutted by leathur seamwork about a dark purple and blue gown of higher costs and presence than a box of treasures.The fascination with her triumphent face was awash with colour and powder,searing demands of fealty with the look of a femme whos presence was relied on love of order through adoration of sight.Then about her waist was a copper sword,fine and cuttingly tangible,perhaps even a fraith weapon,the catch to her presence,a fraith order of class,she was of-and the sight of Felikeries ment a calming key to entrances of first words spoken.

    "hail to thee Ewieyes the governess and blessed one of Gethree keep,may I and my female friend seek word with thee"Felikeries eyed,the sword,and the culled presence her fine contouer and gown fitted cleanly breasts,an ethereal site,pronounced to him.

    "yeah to thee my friend,a fraith I can see you are,as well as I shall answer the request,so unto my keep the humble acceptance of respense gifted to thee."the heighness cleaved the air with a fine voice and smoothe music of words and presence.

    "then we accept,as I thank you-"Kreth looked to Thea for her first response to this woman,though saintly to be sure,not nearly as awsome as the tides of warriorness that Thea carried in presence and class.

    "I hail the as well,my beuatifull governess,and wish to seek answers at this keep,in humble appeal of a word with thee."Thea tried to gullet some motion to being respectable,but one could hear in her voice that the games of ruler could easily be met by games of survival and domination.