Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Magnus, Mast]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine was lost in thought, mulling over how best to play his part in chamber. What ways might be best to get this land's queen back home. In the blood bay's head healing this kingdoms "family" would heal his own ache over his loss. however, He didn't dwell on himself, there was too much to plan. Magnus had filled in an end point for him- to get the queen back without turning chamber on gates again. Figuring out how would be the hard part. How could he get the trust he needed to get her away, to outwit those with magic? ...As long as they didn't have mind readers he figured he would be ok. If he was found out…well there was little to do but flee, pray for some sanctuary, far away from anyone, he would try to keep gates out of it. He could say he heard stories that they enraged him due to his own losses in the same manner. Would he try to work the ranks as a soldier or a mage? His thoughts went on and on… whirling through his mind in a relentless, endless fashion. Even as he heard Magnus speak of the King, Mast, and how he was sure to come soon and his kingly duties keeping him busy, etc. the questions whirled. No one should answer these questions, they may be able to give guidance, but only Nymphetamine would be able to determine the truly correct answers.

It wasn't until the deer that had been off in the distance made it's way closer that the young stag was deterred from the current of questions and finally stopped as the seer actually approached them. Nymphetamine eyed the beast curiously, it was extremely unusual behavior. When the dear spoke, the young stallion's jaw might have well been on the floor. He tried to recover quickly, not wanting to be rude as the stag induced himself as Mast, the king of Gates. Nymphetamine looked over the deer, not exactly sure what to think of it. He oil-hued pools looked over at the Sandy stallion and did't see any sign of surprise or unrest with the situation, so he let it go. Considering all the oddities he saw here, it really shouldn't be all that odd that a deer lead a group of horses.

Turing his attention back to the stag he lowered his head and upon rising introduced himself. Tones deep, confident, yet humble- he was talking to a deer king, after all.

Pleasure to meet you, Mast, I am Nymphetamine.

His spires swiveled as he took in the stag king's words, and his maw curled into a wicked smile. he eyes hardened as the anger that held him so tightly at the core pulled towards the surface. The king hadn't known the bit of history the Magnus now knew. Nymphetamine did have a vested interest- it was just personal. The personal vendetta of a youngling forced to flee all he knew due to fire and smoke, a home ruined and parents torn away before their time. The vendetta of a young red coming two year old that watched from the boarders of his lands as fires burned the forests around- capturing all inside- few escaping besides himself. The vendetta of that fire spreading destroying most of the lands of the other herds…all for power, for show.  His own life was the strongest investment he could have- more so than any feelings he would most likely ever feel for a kingdom, herd, or single other beast. So he was darkly amused by the deer king's admirations, for he simply didn't know. The blood bay shook his head to deny the praise, as he may be more vested than those in the king's herd to this.

Nay, I am not unusually brave for an outsider. I have a personal tie to your situation. A powerful herd set fire to my family's home when I was just over a year old. My parent's got word of the attack just soon enough to get me out, before the fires encircled their lands. There was no way out, but something must have gone wrong as soon the fires were blazing out of control buring to ash common areas and others herd lands as well. I lost my family and my home- I cannot revenge them, but I can help you revenge yours.

His voice was hard, bitter was he recalled the story, but after a heavy breath and a small sigh his anger subsided, and his tones lightened. The stag stood proud, he may not have the details worked out, but he knew he would follow through with this self appointed mission.

Aye, I do wish to do this for you and yours, I know they are powerful, but I doubt they will suspect me. As I was recruited in, I did not search them out, but i have to try, for my own soul would not allow me to be idle in this. Before I leave for Chamber I have just a few questions- or more so I wish your inputs, as well as your Magnus.

He turned to acknowledge the other beast, slightly wishing they were still enjoying the light banter in the field. But he wouldn't be able to banter with him until his mission was over…in one way or another.

I have a few options… I feel the best way around this would be the end goal of getting Fiasko back home. Killdare mentioned theta they are short on people good with words, I feel I might be able to move the ranks more quickly there, vs their soldier ranks-  what do you think? is there anything else I should know before I go? I know I must do what best in the moment once there, but I feel it doesn't hurt to gather the thoughts of the minds around me too.

He felt as if he was talking too much, but as Mast and Magnus had both mentioned at different times, he was the one taking a huge risk so he didn't allow it to worry him too much.  Nymphetamine looked up at the sky, he would have  sooner rather than later. He had time to form an initial strategy, and set up a meeting for the future, but pleasantry time was just to in the cards. He waited for the others to reply eager for their thoughts, but wasted no time to continue working through the task at hand.  

How can I tell Fiasko that i am friend, in foe's clothing? Is there a phrase I can say that she will know? We also will need to touch base at a set time- somewhere not too suspicious. I feel there is more to know, more to say I have many thoughts and questions but I know you can't give me everything I wonder about…that most will just happen in time.

The sun inched lower in the sky with each passing moment. He know he must do it, but wished there was some sort of know how to follow step by step. He was ready for the challenge in most ways, just had to work on settling his mind and calming his nerves.  All he could do was gather as much information as he could and go from there. Nymphetamine's sides exhaled another deep breath, He hoped the other two took his questions as his best efforts of getting organized and not as a youngling being scattered brained and naive. Only time will tell if his efforts would pay off.

Nymphetamine

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain