#and put the weight of being the next warden on her shoulders when he wasn't even dead yet

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After visiting Conning Creek, Ochette is noticeably quieter. She goes hours without saying a word and hardly smiles for days. The rest of the group wonders why Juvah would send a child at all. They want to help her but she keeps insisting she's fine. One day, Castti hugs her after tending to a wound and she turns into a sobbing mess, complaining about how much she detests Juvah and how she just wants to go home and live a normal life like her peers. Ochette should snap, either by crying or going absolutely feral methinks.

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Prologue

Mona sighed deeply she had just got off the phone with her father and honestly she was already tried. Times like these she would like to go on a swim but she had work to deal with and along with somehow getting put in the house warden poation as a freshmen she's got to take over the lounge from the current manger that her father had running it.

Ulrik her ever important friend (not that she ever said it a loud, because she worried what that would do to what they have established) stood beside her his presence a bit of a comfort as she watched him snarl at how dusty the inside of the vault was. And personally she agreed.

Shifting the glasses higher upon her nose she picked up a some papers and ingored the sound of something crashing from outside the vault since she figured one of the twins broke something or another. Ulrik who would have checked on the mater seemed to confirm her supission mer moments later.

Rolling her eyes she wonder how she's been able to deal with those two over the years. But continue looking over all the papers and even old contracts from when her father was here, why they were left here, most likely one of the her father's twins enforcers. Again she was so greatful that her boys were much more mangable than their own father and uncle.

Mona continued to look though the old papers that were older than herself when a sound made her jump. And yet it went off like it was slightly muffled alarm of sorts. And it seemed what ever was going off drew the attention of her male companions as all came into the vulat. It least it meant she wasn't the only one hearing it.

She looked about to try and find just where it was coming from only to realize just where it was sighing in annoyance she was about to turn to her original form only to feel a hand in her shoulder. Looking up ulrik reached up to get what ever was up there and seemed to pull down a box.

Though the sight of this dust metal box enough to make her eyes widen as she reached out to take it from the male and quickly moved outside the vault since she wanted to place it on the desk and look for something to clean it off.

In which she did though it seemed her boys wanted to see what was in the ringing box. And once clean she reached into her pocket and pulled out a keyring with a few different keys on them the most important one was a small golden key her father had given her just before she left her home telling her she'll know what its used for.

And this must be what it was for, after all a golden key must be for a golden box. So puting the key in she turn it, though before she could fully open said box ulrik the again stop her.

Mona sighed. "Ulirk. you don't need to stop me after all its not like my father would have something that would hurt me in his vault." At least as far as she knows anyway plus if he she was pretty sure he would have warned her of such things.

Though she didn't think to much on the mater before she was quickly distracted since it seemed Clemens had wrap an arm around her so he could pull her flushed against him while it seemed danni had wrap an arm around ulrik shoulder.

Annoyed she looked up to the male that towerd over her (but than again in their human forms all three males towered over her since they were all over six feet) "what is it now?" She huffed annoyed with them before danni responded ans she looked over to him who seemed to be acting as a weight to make ulrik hunch over slightly.

"Since sharky here is worried about your safety why don't me and Clemens keep you safe, and he can open the box? After all if he's so worried that should be fine." Danni was smirking in a way that Mona didn't trust, after all she knew him well enough to know he was most likely would give her a migraine.

Glancing upwards at Clemens who still had her in a half hug of sorts. Glad she knew he was the one about to speak next, Clemens had been looking at his brother nodded and looked down at her. "Wouldn't that be fine? Being safe between us while ulrik keeps what ever dust bunnies are in an old box?" The male chuckled.

But before Mona could respond to that she winced slightly at the grip on her hips being a bit tighter than she would like and it seemed ulrik who had decided to make a sound that had her turn to him. One you would think she would be use to but it always seemed the twins had a way of helping her get ulrik to do what she wanted... to a point.

None the less she got what she wanted and personally that's all that maters as she manged to slip out of the right grip on her and moved to get back to the important issue of the Golden ringing box. A box that still hadn't stop ringing as she ingored the boys behind her while they seemed to be dealing with guy things as popped it open.

Honestly she wasn't quite sure what to expected but some sort of fancy alarm which after a moment she manged to turn off and danni seemed to take from her as he seemed to want to mess with it. And since it didn't seem important (for now anyway) she let him.

No what she did wonder was why they was a contract scroll here. And thus picked it up and begin reading it contents. Humming she went though every line and detail but what had her raising a brow was the date and names on the bottom. After all this was a bit of a mystery. But she knew one thing she could use this.

"Boys~" closing the scroll as she didn't hide her smrik while turning to her men. Said men paused what ever they seemed to be doing and looked her her straighting out to hear what she said. "It seems we've got connections to make." Mona couldn't help the chuckle that left her as she knew she would beat her father in something.

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Triston Vause

Birth Date: Blessed Age 8:98, 3rd Month of Drakonis, 19th Day Birth Place/Home-town: Anderfels Relationship Status: Complicated Sexuality: Straight Occupation: Apostate Class: Battlemage Personality

He has a sense of nobility to help others, to want to do the right thing even if it gets him in trouble or puts him at odds with others. Sometimes he thinks back to the decision to run with Amell, and wonders if he could have done more if he'd stayed, fought harder, tried anything that might have prevented so many mages and Templars from dying. He isn't the type of guy who usually escapes or runs away, so he really dwells on that at times. He doesn't like letting people down, especially those he actually cares about, which isn't easy for him. Even though it was Amell that left him, in his eyes it was still him that let her down, if he'd just pushed harder for her to stay, been more observant, tried anything, even if it would have been fruitless he still struggles with all the what ifs and coulda woulda shouldas. He tries too hard to protect people he cares about to the point that he sometimes just ends up pushing them away or making shit worse. He broods a lot like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and doesn't like to share that burden for fear of putting people in danger. He doesn't always express his feelings easily, or sometimes at all. It's hard for him to admit when he likes someone, let alone when he loves them. He holds a lot locked inside, and sometimes people who don't know him might see him as cold and heartless, even though that is far from the truth. He is just really good at compartmentalising his feelings in order to get through each day and do what he has to do to survive. Post Un-tranquilled

Since being un-tranquilled in the last few weeks, he has been crawling out of his skin, all the emotions hitting him at once has him in turmoil and he isn't sure if he should be angry at the world or happy or sad, all he knows is that he went from feeling nothing to feeling too much and he is having a hard time processing it all. History

Triston was born in the Hossberg, capital of the Anderfels, as the middle child of three, he had an older brother and a younger brother. When Triston was 11 and only starting to show signs of being a mage, his older mage brother got in trouble with the law, which wasn't unusual for the then 17 year old Macklyn. After an incident that resulted in the death of a merchant, a Templar and two other mages, he was sentenced to death, but a warden came through and revoked his right to take Macklyn as a warden initiate. That was the last time Triston saw his older brother (to this day he isn't sure if he's alive or dead after the events of the fifth blight). When Triston was 15 he went to the Circle, he hoped his younger brother would not have to deal with being a mage, but Alcide joined five years later. Triston always felt he had to look out for his younger brother. Alcide wasn't quite the troublemaker that Macklyn had been, but at times it felt like he was a powder keg that could go off at any moment. Alcide was as quick to start fights as he was to finish him, and he had a jokester streak that could come out any time without warning, leaving him always in a bit of trouble with the Templars and even the other mages. The little things passed over without much consequence, but things started to escalate, and Triston started to take the blame for some things to try and continue to protect Alcide. Finally things went too far and a mage ended up dead, a Templar severely wounded, from a prank that Alcide had caused. Triston tried to take the blame as usual, but the First Enchanter had suspected for awhile that the true culprit was Alcide and Triston was just protecting him. Finally the first enchanter had enough and transferred Triston to Kinloch Hold. Triston was 27 at the time. This was where he first met Amell, a young 17 year old headstrong mage. At first he saw her as a young child, being ten years older than her. It didn't help that he wasn't happy about being transferred there and was rather broody. The broody moods were really just masking the worry and guilt he had for not being there to protect his brother any more. Over time Triston and Amell became reasonable friends, nothing significantly more happened while they were there however, until things started going hinky around them. Triston wasn't entirely sure WHAT was going on in the circle, but his gut didn't like it. They managed to escape just shortly before shit really blew up at Kinloch Hold. This led to a life on the run, the next five or so years they moved as often as they could to avoid being caught by the Templars. Triston's Phylactery had been destroyed, but he didn't know that Amell's hadn't and that she could still be tracked. Over time while on the run, they started to grow, well closer, not necessarily romantically closer, but definitely physically closer. What went from just friends on the run, turned to friends with benefits that both seemed to enjoy quite a lot. Eventually Amell heard her Phylactery was being used to track her and drag her back to a circle. She decided to take it upon herself to leave in the middle of the night, with only a vague note for Triston, not a proper explanation at all. Triston wasn't sure what to feel, anger, hurt, resentment in how she'd left things, worry for her well-being. A hundred things were flooding his brain, thoughts, feelings he'd been trying to ignore ever since they'd been on the run together. He made the decision to go after her, though he had no idea how long it would take to find her. He also had no idea that she was being tracked, and by going after her, he was putting himself right between her and those tracking her. He searched for over a year but Amell always seemed to be at least two steps ahead of him. Eventually he followed a lead to Kirkwall, just prior to the rebellion turning the city into a giant shit storm. He stuck around to help the other mages, and during the rebellion he ended up injured. Eventually he was found by Someone who took him in and helped nurse him back to health. Once he was

good enough to travel he made plans to leave Kirkwall and go back to tracking Amell. Sadly a group of Templars that were trying to restore order in Kirkwall, found him. In the process of trying to get away from them he killed two Templars. Instead of putting him to death, they decided to make him tranquil. The next three years of his life he spent in Kirkwall, captive tranquil of the Templars there who were trying desperately to restore order. Recently Amell tracked him down and with the help of Anders they have managed to un-tranquil him. The whole being un-tranquilled thing has him out of sorts and addled, all the emotions hitting him at once, he feels like he's crawling out of his skin and plans to leave Kirkwall for anywhere other than there. Amell needs to stay behind, so they are parting ways, for now. Kahlan Amell

He is quite possibly falling in love with Amell, or definitely was when she left him in the middle of the night, though he didn't realise his feelings for her until after she left. With everything that went wrong during the time he looked for her, now things are a bit fucked up. He is un-tranquilled and his feelings, about everything, that happened before being tranquilled, while tranquilled and everything in between have come rushing back. He's confused, overwhelmed, and as far as where things stand with him and Amell, everything is up in the air. Abilities

Battlemage, also fights really well with a sword, he likes to combine magic with sword fighting. Pissing off Kahlan Amell, annoying her when he calls her Laney, a nickname he came up with that she hates. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting into trouble. Helping others.