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[Jolicia]

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Jolicia had grown bored lately, with Beldon still upset with her, spending most of her time trying to finish decorating her new house. She hadn't gotten very far, always getting distracted by this or that which happened once again, as she decided to head to Hanse's for some entertainment.

There were a few people gathered outside when she arrived, but no one really looking familiar so she went inside to sit down. A man dressed in a hooded shroud came up and sat down across from her and said, "Hello Jo!" The voice sounded familiar but she couldn't quite place it. She was about to ask who this person was when he tucked his hood back and she saw that it was Vaen. Instantly she became her perky self and smiled saying hello to him. Beldon didn't seem to like him much because of the Luna war, but she didn't see anything wrong with him. He was always nice to her and even had the patience to teach her how to play darts one day. The two chatted for a little and then he took her a bit by surprise saying he was in the mood to get in the hot tub. He had been to the Garden before, with herself and others trying to convince him it was ok to get in, but he had always refused. Jolicia had never been one to hesitate and was all up for it, thinking to herself the hot tub did sound awfully good and maybe some of her brothers and sisters would be there too. She flipped through her runebooks finding the correct one and opened a moongate for the both of them.

Vaen took off for the door when they got there as she followed behind. She got inside and no one else was there yet, but there were always people coming and going. She took the teleporter up to the floor where the hot tub was and found he was already floating around in it. She quickly got ready and jumped into the water. The two sat there talking for awhile and he even rubbed her back for a little. Every now and then she felt him breathing slightly on the back of her neck and it made her shiver, then he kissed the back of her neck slightly. She looked back at him and asked what he was doing. He stopped for a moment saying something about he couldn't resist just once. Being her naïve self she is just giggled a little, after all it wasn't the first time someone thought she was cute.

He mentioned they should check out the sauna since he'd never been in there before. She figured that would work since she'd never been in there either and before she knew it, he had a hold of her hand dragging her along before she could gather her things. The door closed behind them as she looked around the small room feeling slightly uncomfortable, but he was quick to reassure her that there was nothing wrong and to just sit down and relax. They chatted for a little before he told her that he's always thought she was cute and there was something he had always wanted to do. She gave him a confused look, asking what exactly that was. He informed her that he'd always wanted to kiss her. She seemed a bit surprised and told him that she couldn't really kiss him because of Beldon, so instead she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "I give those kind away to friends so that should be ok."
He looked at her grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her towards him, "That's not exactly what I meant."
She looked up at him with confusion as he started talking about how it would bring them closer together, make them better friends, to trust him, that he wouldn't do anything bad. He told her to just close her eyes and if it didn't feel right then no harm. She nodded a little and closed her eyes not quite sure what to expect, when he kissed her lips softly.
She leaned back a little and smiled thinking to herself, "That wasn't so bad. It was just like when I kiss Brian on the cheek."
He grinned at her, grabbing her arm and starting to tug her towards him, "Come sit on my lap."
She looked down at his hand and shook her head, "I can't do that."
He pulled a little harder on her arm, "I just want to talk, tell you something, but you have to be closer."
She shook her head adamantly, "I have my own seat."
This time he jerked her off of her stool and onto his lap, wrapping an arm tightly around her to hold her still. He grinned devilishly pulling out a cleaver and placing it to her throat, "Now I'll tell you a little secret of mine, as you are such a lovely catch. Iam not Vaen.” he said with a smirk. “I am Marcus Stanim. I've decided to take Vaen's body for my own uses and am controlling his actions." She was getting more frightened glancing at the cleaver and then back at him. He laughed, "Now let's try this again. I want you to kiss me like you kiss Beldon, only more."
She looked at him again shaking her head slightly and he pressed the cleaver closer against her. She glanced around the small room trying to think of something, "How am I supposed to kiss you with this cleaver at my throat?"
He thought for a moment then lowered the cleaver some. She saw this as her moment and tried to wiggle out from under his arm only feeling him squeeze her tighter as he started to laugh.

He tossed her against the wall still laughing, "If you don't do what I say others will suffer... Vaen, his friends... I won't feel the pain, only the pleasure. Only Vaen will be able to feel the pain. Now come here and sit on my lap." She shook her head refusing as he held the cleaver up. She turned around closing her eyes not wanting to watch. She did not want Vaen to die but she was not going to do what he wanted. She heard a thud and quickly turned around, not believing that he would actually do that. There he sat on the stool, laughing maniacally, "Now come here." She reluctantly sat down, looking away from him. He looked down, noticing this isn't exactly what he had in mind, "That's not what I meant. You sitting down -on- me, facing me, legs around me." He ordered in a dark tone.
Realizing what he meant she quickly jumped up and spun around shaking her head, "Nuh uh!"
"Do it now!", he started sliding the cleaver along his forearm, cutting it open as blood started to come out of the wound. She watched him closely growing more nervous and frightened, starting to get lightheaded from the sight of the blood. He took advantage of this, quickly slapping a bandage over his arm and grabbing a hold of her, pulling her on top of him. With one last fearful struggle Jolicia tried to jerk away from his grip. A small but evil smile crept across Vaen’s lips as she fell to his embrace. She winced and gritted her teeth trying to get away from him, but it was too late. She kept struggling to get away, starting to cry. The more she fought the more rough he became. He laughed seeing the fear in her eyes. She started hitting him and pulling his hair, but nothing was phasing him. She yelled out, "Vaen.. Make him stop." He grabbed his head for only a moment, keeping after her. She started crying more, still struggling to get away. She pulled her arm back and punched him in the nose as hard as she could. Blood started running out of his nose but all he did was laugh. She screamed again, "Vaen.. Make him stop."

All of the sudden he picked her up throwing her off of him and grabbed his head groaning loudly. Her back hit the wall hard as she slid down onto the floor. She noticed him in pain and quickly got up, ignoring her own pains, and ran out the door. She managed to grab her robe and threw it on, running out of the Garden and not looking back. Once outside, she stopped for a moment, frantically fumbling with her runebook managing to say the magic words, "Kal Ort Por." She arrived at Grig'nag's shak and ran inside the door. She didn't see him but instantly ran to a little hiding place she had found before, a little cubby hole behind his staircase. She curled up on the ground holding her knees up against her chest, crying hysterically, waiting to be found...

[Grig'nag da Mojo]

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The runt shak was often a dull place. Moments of sheer chaos might occasionally erupt when some unwanted element would come running around the fort speaking some odd language, followed by hours of dreadful boredom as he would watch runts clumsily smack each other, show them the proper method, then watch them go back to clumsily smacking each other again. It was one of those moments as Grig leaned against a post, occasionally look up at the sky. The sun was finally starting to set beyond ocean horizon, calling all the little runts to bed.
"Finulli!" Grig mumbled to himself as he watched the last of the runts climb into their hammocks. "Time fur ale!"

Chanting the magic words he had been taught so long ago, he prepared to make journey back to his own shak. "Kal Por Ort!" The nothing that ensued told him he had gotten it wrong. "Uh....Port Kal Ort?"Grig waited a moment before releasing a sigh. He so dearly hated magic. Reaching into his pack he produced a small piece of paper with the words "Kal Ort Por" inscribed upon them. Grig'nag smacked himself is the head before chanting the magic words and being whisked off to his shak.
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Walking inside Grig took a cursory look around. The good thing about living up in the cold north was no one ever came here to steal your shinies. Grig immediately walked over to a pouch on the ground, as he began to look for what would occupy him for the rest of the night. Ale, and a lot of it. As he continued to root through the bag a meek voice broke the silence.
"Gri...?"
Grig'nag spun around as his eyes searched the area. Perhaps it had just been the wind? Suddenly Grig picked up a scent he hadn't noticed before. A slight hint of strawberries waffed past his nose. "Whu der?" Grig called out as he rested his paw on the hilt of his sword. Inching towards the stairs he noticed a slight rustling movement and a choked breathing pattern emanating from the nook behind the staircase. Edging forward he saw first the hem of a robe, then a femine body before the face finally peeked up at him. "Jo!" he called out, somewhat relieved as he walked up to her. "Wut ju duin heer?" he asked pleasantly. Her response came in the form of burying her head back into her knees and continuing to cry. "Jo...? Wut happuned?" Grig asked as he kneeled next to her.
"Its all my fault." she squeeked out through sobs.
'Wut? Wut ib jur fawlt Jo? Wut happuned?" Grig asked with a touch of concern.
She simply shook her head and buried her head deeper into her knees. Grig let out a light snort. It was going to be one of those days.
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All Grig could do was shake his head. He knew Vaen had lost it. But this was just too far. He had tried dealing with Swiftar alone. Simply put he didn't have enough to tackle this alone. Releasing pigeons into the air he called the orcs to blood. Whether or not Vaen was in there or not, his body had to be stopped.
"Weeb shuld blah wib da brutherhuud abowt diz. Dey mite hab a wey ub deelin wib diz demselbs." Grig said to Jolicia. She relucatantly agreed and formed a gate for them to the headquarters of the Brotherhood of the Hand. As if waiting for them, Brian and Silent Poet were seated in the main chamber, talking over issues that hardly concerned Grig at the moment.
"Ah...orc. What can we do for you?" Brian asked deadpan.
"Der been a bit ub a prublem, und meeb neeb da Brutherhuuds advice un id," Grig replied gruffly.
The eyes of the two soliders immediately gravitated towards Jolicia who limped into a seat. "What is wrong, Jol?" they asked in unison. Jolicia could only shake her head as she looked down to the ground.
"Sheeb ib part ub da weazon meeb heer. Meeb neeb tu figure owt a wey tu stup a hummie dat seemz tu beh a littul owt ub hems mind." Grig answered for them.
"Crazy human you say?" Silent Poet asked. "Would his name be Vaen Swiftar?"
Grig was momentarily shocked by Poet's awareness. "How ju kno abowt hem?"
"I have been approached by friends of his asking to assist in his exorcism. Seems he has a 'ghost problem'," Poet responded.
Grig accepted this as he turned slightly to check on Jolicia.
"Orc?" Brian called out from his chair. Grig turned to look the general in the eyes. "What happened to our sister?"

Grig relayed the story to them in the way he saw fit. Telling of Vaen's advances as Jo had told him, and of his threats.
A look of digust fell over Brian's face as he scooted forward in his chair. "I'd say the best help we can give is to beat this ghost out of him or until he dies, whichever comes first. I shant be picky about it."
Poet gave a curt nod in agreeance. "However," Brian started imperiously, "The true choice of his fate lies in your hands sister."
Jolicia looked up slightly before putting her head back down.

Finally the question that had been nagging Poet since Grig's retelling came out. "Did he do more then just simply attack and threaten you sister?" he asked in a quiet tone. Jolicia seemed to convulse slightly as she froze in position. Catching onto Poet's question Brian leaned forward. "Jolicia!" he said sternly. Looking between Jolicia and Brian, Grig stepped forward slightly, intent on not having to watch Jo get pushed any further. "Yub sheeb wuz." he stated. Brian simply held up his hand to Grig as he continued to stare at Jolicia. He had no interest in the orcs words it seemed.
"Jolicia!" he said more impatiently, "Look at me and answer."
Jolicia slowly raised her head and gave a weak nod before putting her head back down. Grig could see the rage swell in Brian as his face almost began to turn red.
"THEN HE WILL DIE!!" Brian shouted as he kicked over a foot stool. Looking over to the normally placid Poet, Grig could see a deeply disturbed look in his eyes as one of his hands opened and closed convusively. Looking back to Brian he saw him already preparing for battle, his sword around his waist and his chainmail patching his body.

"Ju du kno dat der ib muur den juz dat ebil ting in Vaen's body rite? Vaen ib prubabli still in der." Grig called out to no one in particular.
Brian froze in his preparations before walking up to the orc at a slow and deliberate pace, arriving right infront of Grig's face. "Then this 'evil spirit' will have a friend to keep him company on his journey to hell!" Brian hissed as a sneer crossed his face. Grig turned to see Poet trying to console Jolicia, in his characteristically gentle tones. Grig looked on until Brian walked up to Poet and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Come brother...we hunt."
Poet bowed his head as he armed himself and prepared for journey. "I trust you can protect her in our stead, orc?" he asked rhetoriically.
"Dat da ideeuh." Grig replied in a dull tone. Poet gave another nod as he followed Brian out of the room. Sitting next to the sobbing Jolicia, Grig gave her a gentle hug.
"Luuks lik tings nub gunna get easiur fur Vaen. Nub shur tings ebbur gunna ged bettur fur hem eidder." he thought to himself.
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