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on: January 14, 2025, 06:27:49 PM
(Before I start, I know I have a lot of irons on the fire right now, but this is based off a great dream I had last night. I have to get it out before it poofs into oblivion.)


I sighed silently. The King's Dagger had rules. Many, many rules. One of them was to be silent in the shadows behind the throne. It was not like anyone could see us, the magic infused cloaks erased our presence, that even dogs and monsters could not detect us, even standing close. But we were the sacred order that did the jobs the just King could never order in public. Spies, assassins and even if need be, terrorists.

The King was a fair and just king, his rule was celebrated as the best of the entire continent. Even the more war-like, and aggressive neighbors kept the peace for fear of what he would do. The military was strong, and up to date with the times, and the populace could defend itself. But today, today was the monthly report from the nobles about the progress and the conditions of their territories.

The only change in the normalcy was the promotion of a high ranking aristocrat into the peerage of the nobles. They set themselves apart by finding and selling rare metals and foods. Their companies can be found in every city in the kingdom. However, they were also petitioning the king to allow them to move from the capital to my father's domain. Which was fine, we control a town, and a few farms, my father had no objections, though the family after promotion was now on the same level as us.

Not that it mattered. My father, and older brother could be promoted, while I, as a Dagger could never hold a title beyond the one I have, as if it got out that I was a Dagger, it would cause an obscene amount of turmoil in the kingdom.

It was not like I really wanted to advance, because I had no schemes for power, as my family was comfortable, and we had a scant few enemies. The worst problems our backwater domain faced was two herds of cows mixing together, and having to sort them out.

But as I thought hard about leaning my back against the wall to nap, The Leader handed me a scroll. No one knew who he was, as per law. He dismissed me with a pat on the shoulder, causing a small darkened shimmer effect, and I departed past guards, up the wall and out of the window.

"The Chef requests the recipe for the Sternwall's stew. Please obtain this through any means possible."

The coded message spoke volumes. The first born daughter of that newly promoted family was being targeted by assassins. It seems a rival wants to muscle in on their market and will escalate until there is no opposition. Guard duty, or babysitting duty, whatever needed to be done, I would do it. I was very good, having been trained since I could walk. My father is a retired Dagger, having left with high honors, so a lot was on my shoulders.

My only concern, as I spoke to the gargoyle in a hushed whisper, on the north east corner of the palace, was simple:

"Why does the Dagger have to fall for an aristocrat family?"

"War is brewing. The family has discovered something our enemies are highly interested in. They sworn themselves to secrecy, but the enemies will stop at nothing to obtain it. Protect her at all costs."

The gargoyle was actually a hidden speaking tube, leading to the secret area of the palace. It lead right to the Leader.

Later that afternoon, after riding on top of the girl's families moving wagons, I laid eyes on a beauty.

I may be a Dagger, but I was a man too. She was pretty, her hair was the shade of the golden sunlight over a ripening wheat field. I watched her carry her own personal bag into the old Greydawn manor.

The Greydawn's was a sad story of no heirs, and when the last of them died, the manor fell to ruin. But over the weeks, the manor was restored to life, and now a messenger was dispatched from the house, heading down the road to my family's manor.

I used magic to boost my leaps from tree to tree, trying to get back home, as Father, Mother and my little sisters were still in court.

I managed to arrive in time to whip the cloak off, and put it in the secret pouch sewed into the back of my shirt, so I can quickly get it out.

The door was knocked on and the bell rang. The gaunt, skinny man stood holding an envelope.

"For Lord Quickblade."

"Thank you."

The man bowed and departed. I took the letter, and using the edge of my knife I opened the letter without damaging the envelope. Father knew all the tricks, but I still feel he would not be happy if he found me reading his mail. Not that I make it a habit or anything.

"Dear Lord Quickblade,

You and your family are invited to our house warming party in three days. Thank you for allowing us to move here, away from the overly busy capital.

Lord Sternwall."

I resealed the letter, and placed it in father's mail stack on his desk.

I quietly walked past servants doing their job, and made it to my room.

I needed information. The Sternwall's were a secretive family, rightfully so. But I needed information.

Outside my window, as it faced the capital, I let loose a small magical sphere. In it was my requests. It would only be seen by the person I sent it too.

An hour later, a pink sphere hit me like a punch from a drunken laborer.

"Student. Katherine Sternwall. Single, no courtship. Excells in magic, reading, writing, numbers, and business. Five friends, all girls. No combat experience."

I sighed out loud, as I sank into my couch.

Why was she a target and what did she know.

I sent a black ball directly to the palace. Seconds later I was hit with a temporary item box.

In it was the school's uniform. Papers with my new identity, and the books for the classes she is enrolled in.

I get it now.

God I hated school. But the rules were beyond strict.

I read a book while waiting my parents return home.

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She swore to herself that she was being followed.

It was like a ripple in the air with tightly wound weaves of a spell following her carriage.

She dismissed it as a monster, or security.

Of course her father would want to host a party. It was customary.

But what she would rather be doing is being anywhere but in this house, in these doll clothes.

The wanted to slip out and explore the area, to find a new peaceful spot.

But her father said she was not a little girl anymore, she was a woman of eighteen years. It was time for her to settle down, find a husband, and prepare to inherit the family businesses.

All in due time. She was more interested in ruins and treasure, than doing her hair and looking like some expensive item.

She unlocked the secret latch of her chest, and the bottom unlocked.

She drew her short sword, and cloak, and prepared to explore a bit, as it was far too early for dinner.

She checked her window, and noticed the new trellis with roses planted below.

Climbing down, she jumped and rolled, and through a hole in the stone wall, that was being prepared to be repaired, she departed into the early afternoon forest........

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Reply #1 on: January 19, 2025, 02:13:56 AM
The whole estate was up in arms.

While our new neighbors owned the manor and the few acres around it, the forest and beyond to the foot of the mountains was ours.

The scream, magically amplified as an early warning system to help rescue the idiots who dared to venture into the dark depths of the forest.

I heard it, and a magical map floated a foot and a half from my face. It showed where the scream came from, who screamed, and the monsters that caused the scream.

Recently, quite a few undead monsters were appearing from the ruins of the original Dagger school, hidden by the trees, and extending underground, where it became a Dungeon.

Since it is our problem, the various guilds have forbidden anyone from entering in search of loot.

There are treasures and stuff hidden in its depths, but not nearly worth someone's life.

But what the person who screamed was facing was a new type, I had only managed to kill two, as they were rare.

This monster looked like a beautiful human, but its illusion was bolstered by charm magic, so that you would not raise your weapon to it, as it drained you of everything, creating a thrall out of your empty husk.

My parents sent word that their arrival home was delayed as a large band of bandits was creating a blockade on the highway.

Knowing my father and mother, they will have it cleaned up before the sun sets.

My father is a fast killer, and my mother was one to enjoy playing with her prey, to inflict the most agony on them before they died.

My little sisters would probably get a few magic shots in, but it would most likely be dad who did them in.

I don my protective gear, and choose my trusty short sword called "Ecstacy."

It was enchanted to buff my speed and defense with each monster I kill.

It was a nasty blade, almost destroyed for being cursed, but I managed to tame the curse, use it, and make it my strength.

The monster had her cornered against a particularly nasty tree.

It would fill the air with mana, having stolen it from its victims trapped in its roots.

It would magically put its victims to sleep, and then they would never wake up.

It was not picky on who it ate, and it was her saving grace, that almost all monsters in the forest and coming from the dungeon knew better than to get close.

If it cannot put you to sleep, it would intoxicate the monster or person with an overdose of mana.

I put my cloak and mask on, as I did not want the person to see me save them.

Normally trespassing would be punished with a heavy fine, but I did not know who was about to be killed.

I was out of the window, with a practiced leap, and I was tree hopping, as I was trained to do.

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She was dead tired.

She barely managed to fend off a small goblin patrol, only thankfully due to the intervention by a pack of wood wolves deciding goblin was on the menu tonight.

She ran.

She could fight at a mid level of ability, but she was no where near being a finely honed swords woman.

Her little exploring trip was turning into a nightmare.

Trying to stay on path's were leading her in circles, as evidenced by the remains of the goblins, and the one wolf they managed to kill on the left side of the path.

She found what she thought was safety, as a very beautiful man was beckoning to her, as it will not approach the tree she is using as shelter in its roots.

A stray beam of sunlight hit the beautiful man, and the illusion was broken to reveal a skull with dead skin barely hanging on, blue fires in the eye holes, and a death scream that paralyzed her with fear, the only thing she could do was scream.

Her scream was amplified.

But the monster man would not move an inch forward, even as she was within reach of her.. It appeared to slowly back away from the tree.

A new problem arose.

She was becoming very tired.

She sat in the small cave of roots, safe because something was keeping the monster at bay.

Something in her mind was screaming to not go to sleep here, but the sandman was not to be ignored.

Something shimmered behind the monster, and a gloved hand materialized as it gripped what looked like a decayed heart with a crystal growing out of it from the center.

The monster turned to dust, as the hand and heart vanished.

"Get away from that tree. It will kill you."

A voice from thin air spoke. It was a strong, deep masculine voice.

It resonated with her feelings causing a small shiver to run through her.

"The path ahead leads to Quickblade Manor. They will forgive your trespass, do not make it a habit. Do not dawdle, when night falls you are as good as dead."

The shimmer moved and vanished.

She pushed herself out of the cave, and ran past the scenes of carnage, one after another. Monsters cut to pieces, and holes in their chests.

She found herself wanting to run home, but the path she took in was gone. The path to the back gates was straight and clear.

Not a single monster remained alive to give her trouble. She made it through the gate and was escorted through the manor to the front exit, and she ran home on wobbly legs.

But the voice made her curious as to the owner.

He rescued her, and yet she could not even thank him properly.

Later that night, she was alone in her bed, with a spicy romance book, one her parents would disapprove of, despite her being an adult.

Though she even thought she was still years too young at nineteen years to read it.

But that old, painfully pleasurable itch arose, as she remembered the voice.

She had to rub one out, to get off so she could sleep.

It sent nice tingly shivers through her body, as she calmed down to sleep once she was done taking care of herself.

School would start for her the day after tomorrow, and she had plenty to do to prepare tomorrow.

She looked out her window, once more, that overlooked the forest, its quiet, faintly shimmering protective barrier, keeping this manor safe from the monsters.

She smiled, hoping to meet the owner of the voice soon, as she drifted to sleep.

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Reply #2 on: January 22, 2025, 04:19:34 PM


The Leader prepared me a quaint house near the campus. Despite being just outside the capital, I could easily commute to and from school.

But I am not a low rank noble any more. I am the son of an obscure family branch of the King.

Though it is not true, I am now a royal, but with no path to the throne, so I wont raise the hackles of the royals attending the school.

But it will allow me the opportunity to get close to my target and offer a basic blanket of protection over her, if she is seen cavorting with me.

Father and mother were not pleased at my mission, as I was already past the age of entering the school proper. But Magic and Duty outweigh the demands of family, as I am a Dagger.

As a disguised carriage is being loaded with my stuff, I will be again attending school for the next six years.

Mother handed me a bundled package, and father shook my hand in departure.

I tussled my little sisters hair, promising to come play on breaks.

Once the carriage was on the road, it pulled into a farmhouse, a safe house for the Daggers, where it was adorned with the royal crest, and the branch family crest. Fifteen layers of magic removed my age to that of nineteen, not a huge loss of all but two years. The royal tailor had the uniform of the branch family fitted and protection magics woven into it. The family, being the public face to the rumor of the Daggers were quick to accept their new "Son."

The fanfare I received was a crying (fake) mother, and a proud (fake) father, with some guards seeing me off through the gates of the school.

It was timed to match the carriage carrying Katherine. Though I was quickly advised to play the role of the aloof, but kind royal. The act, written by some of the kingdom's most famous female authors, had a very detailed plan to capture her heart, so that she will willingly stay near me.

I was polished up nicely, even the gold and bronze inlaid buttons shined in the sunlight, the morning of Orientation.

Rule 1 was to look neat and presentable. But do not stand out. Peacock raptors only stand out once or twice in their lives, once to mate, and the other to challenge for the group leadership.

Rule 2 was to show genuine interest in anything she goes on about. Not that I am the type of man who ignores women, but for this to work, she has to feel safe and comfortable with me.

Rule 3 was to not get involved with petty squabbles between her and other friends and girls. You are here to keep her safe, until the secret is safely in the kingdom's hands, not drama.

Rule 4 was to not fall deeply in love with her.

However...

A group of girls were waiting for her carriage to arrive. Some were friendly, waiting for her carriage door to open, while a small but haughty group was waiting a distance away.  I took a slow step forward, to play up the new student role, though most students at this school would already be on their own, either with titles and lands or training for more work prospects.

The haughty group was already claws out with their cattiness, as Katherine stepped out of the carriage, though despite the little group's intentions, they were quickly dismissed, as very minor noble's children. I playing at a royal garnered more attention from my "cousin" who was in fact one of the crowned princes.

I used this moment to get chummy with my cousin, to further overshadow the haughty group.

Katherine and her friends were already heading to the main assembly hall, as a crowd of people forced us to move along.

After the long and painfully boring Orientation, we all lined up to receive our class schedules and then advised to head to the schools general supply shop, a fairly rustic little shop, nestled between the buildings, which was now swarmed by new and old students alike.

This year the shop had set up outside stalls to assist in preparing students faster.

Each course of study had its own supply package, so one does not waste money on what they do not need.

I noticed something moving through the shadows of the bushes of the student tended gardens, and Katherine was just stepping away with her bundle, to join her friends, when I clumsily crashed into her.

The hidden crossbow bolt flew by her head, where it should have been, if I did not oafishly stumble into her. It hit the tree.

I offered the angry woman my many apologies, and helped her gather her spilled things.

Of course I made her mad, but this too was part of the plan, well the part of me being kind, and not an assassin trying to use her for target practice.

"Here, let me help you up."

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That boorish knave!

I find myself on my ass, after getting my stuff for classes.

But no matter how mad I want to be at him, it really isn't his fault, as this place has turned into a mad house.

But my hear skipped many beats when he held his hand out and spoke.

This must be Him! The man who saved me in the woods!

I could not really move, and I could only try to hide my face by turning it away.

I weakly offered him my hand, and he with the practice of a true gentleman, he helped me rise, and saved my dignity by blocking the view of me rising from the ground in a skirt.

I could only watch as he thoughtfully gathered my purchases.

I nodded as he handed them to me, and left with a bow.

I did not hear my friends as they asked if I was okay.

Oh I was more than okay. I needed to head to the dorm......

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