Queen Chersei, Ruler of the Onxyian Elves, Protector of the Kingdom of Onyx.
Hey guys, it's your boy Jay with this weeks continuation of "The Emissary of Veritas" story! Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving holiday, and ate like the fat kids I know you are lol. I originally started this as part of the #NaNoWrimo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge to write either a novel, or a 50,000 words equivalent. I have always had the major plot points and certain characters in mind, but was too afraid to ever start. So thanks to the challenge, and sharing my weird imagination with you guys I finally took the plunge keeping myself honest to try it lol. I also really want to thank all the NJLers who allowed me to superimpose some of their funnier traits or ideas to my characters, which made writing this even more fun to share with them. Also special shout out and thank you so much to Jaslyn, Chichi, and Jen who have helped me edit this just enough to share with you guys. Pray for them having to deal with my writing style ya'll, cuz whoooo child lol.
So to thank you all, this week will be chapters 4 and 5! Click here, here, or here to catch up if your new to the story. Like always, please like, share, and comment and let us know if you want more of "The Emissary of Veritas" story! Strong language and and mature situations below.
Loc King has never been past the 2nd floor of a " Goody's Bits for Tips " before. When he first walks through the door tied to the magic entrance to the 3rd floor, there is a moment his brain needs a second to catch up. He stops completely in his tracks in a slightly defensive stance, his mind working overtime as he thinks “ OK, ok, ok. This is not, uh, this is not...SHIT!This is clearly bigger than it should be. Two, three, hell maybe even FIVE times bigger than...Cats paw this is some serious magic. The ability alone for this level of magic is crazy. To use it to create an entire neighborhood without any hint of magical leaks or seepage? What master sorcerer do they know who’d even be interested to do such work? Oooh fuck, I am NOT high enough for this.” “ Is everything ok?” asks Goody looking at him with concern from behind, as she closes the door reactivating the barriers and wards. Eyes wide staring in front of him Loc responds with a paranoid look on his face. “ I am not going to lie to you Goody, I think our friendship is important enough for that. So I will let you know that I am slightly on nerve a bit finding a small town square on the 3rd floor of your nice, yet modestly built building.” Loc proceeds to sniff the air as he walks cautiously, “ And if my nose is not fooling me, there is a large swimming hole scented with jasmine and honey air up here.” “ You like it huh? Designed it myself when we first got started. Only a few aesthetic changes really since then.” Goody says beaming while grabbing Loc’s furry arm and leading him along to catch up with the others. “ Goody, I know first hand how fine a sorceress you are, but if you can do this you should be in Chersei’s Celestial Corps.! Hell, you’d be leading it!” “ Aaawww, how sweet of you to say that.” Goody coos while petting his furry arm she’s holding. “ What can I say Loc? I really like bits for tips”. Loc simply looks down at her for a bit and laughs following her lead to Sir Wordplay, and Chesterfield at her office door.
“ Glad to see your head clear up with that talk from Goody, cub. Because we need to talk.” Sir Wordplay telepathically says toward Loc. He enters through the (one..two...three….four…!) barriers leading into Goody’s office space as Chesterfield holds the door open for the group. Bowing at Chesterfield’s constant professionalism and invitation, Wordplay enters the Winthrop’s domicile. Loc and Sir Wordplay never knew if the permanent telepathic connection they have is due to Wordplay being his Ancestral Spirit, or if possibly by his necromancy magic somehow. Either way, as annoying Loc thought it can be at times having literally two voices in his head, it most definitely helped serve the purpose of keeping him alive. “ Took a moment to adjust, but a cat always lands on his feet. I am still all in to doing this job, whatever it is.” Loc replies to Wordplay “ Hah, good! This is literally the job of a life time, and since I’ve lived more than a few, I know what I am talking about. I just wanted to make sure we had an understanding on a few things while we still have time.” “ Of course my most honorable and respected Elder. Please show me the enlightened path you see so clearly before I.” Loc sarcastically thinks while rolling his eyes for dramatic affect. “ Ya momma cub, but I’m gonna lead your ass anyway. For one thing, with us now knowing now Goody did all of this, she is clearly way more than we thought she was; magic wise. In that same vein, it stands to reason her dearest spouse is more than he appears as well. That’s including the fact he is able to speak for the Queen. ” “ Damn, you guys have a beautiful space Chesterfield.” Wordplay says while walking by Chesterfield looking at the oceanic view with the sunrise in the distance. “Wait a minute, why am I not burning to my death?” Wordplay says almost to himself in shock, while he looks for the nearest shaded area. “ Well as you may have noticed- ” Chesterfield starts as Loc and Goody come through the entrance for him to close “ - the space is protected by several magical barriers. One of them keeps certain free-forming types out of our place without invitation. Apparently, one of the side effects to this is if one of them is invited it protects them from the consequences derived by direct sunlight. ” “ A ghost-proof and safety house, all in one. That must have been that last barrier I felt.” Wordplay thinks amazed, while walking towards the large balcony with the first sunset he has see in decades. “ Goody is amazing, cub. I think I may love her now. ” thinks Wordplay to Loc. “ I could understand why Elder. Knowing how amazing she is magically, yet the person she is at heart is still humble. I almost feel lucky to consider her friend. ” “ Ayy. ” Wordplay says while he places his hand towards the glass, wishing to feel the warmth from the sun. His mind playing cruel tricks on him, he could almost swear.... “You CAN, elder. Since you’ve walked in you have been as solid as any other living thing I have placed eyes on.” Loc says with a smile to his elder while pushing his hand with his on the sun warmed glass. Chesterfield quietly walking towards his wife grabs her hand while kissing her forehead tenderly. If those two near the window only knew she had modified the spell just a bit earlier this evening when leaving the warmed bath she had prepared for herself. “ Simply because she wanted her friend to enjoy the comforts of her home and feel happy. Darkness, I am truly blessed.” Chesterfield thinks while letting the two families enjoy this moment separate, yet completely together.
“ Please take a seat anywhere you would like.” Chesterfield offers after their moment of silence, pointing Loc and Wordplay towards his living area furniture. Wordplay, eyeing the large armchair next to the drinking case close to the fire pit, dashes over, plumping into the seat soundly. He looks at the drinking case, and then towards Chesterfield with hope in his eyes. “ Please Sir Wordplay, enjoy yourself with this special gift you’ve received this day. Within reason of course sir. We do need you fairly level-headed this day at least.” “ Aya, don’t worry I am a consummate professional when it comes to being on the work clock. Just a glass. Maybe three. Promise.” Wordplay says licking his lips with his thick Felis tongue while his ears perk up with the choices of delight he has in front of him. Loc shakes his head in amusement, but dares not ruin the fun of his Elder this day. Wordplay deserves himself a day of drunken revelry all things considered. " Cat’s paw who knows when he’ll ever receive this chance again." Loc King thinks sitting in the large couch directly in front of the fire pit allowing him to fully stretch his arms and legs, while Goody and Chesterfield settle in the lover’s seat next to him. Chesterfield speaks, “ Thank you again for accepting this work before hearing the current details. I would be remiss however, in not giving you those details now. Queen Chersei is needing you to leave Lagina Atlas and find a particular person. We don’t know exactly where they are now, but we know the general area to start looking around, we believe. Your job will be to find this person, and bring them to Queen Chersei herself. Do this and all will be rewarded to you as promise. Any questions so far?” Chesterfield says while sitting somewhat intimately with Goody so she may lay her head slightly on his chest and shoulders. “ Clearly we know who runs their domain; Chesterfield being the epitome of appropriate behavior or not.” chuckles Wordplay in his mind as he takes his second deep sip of his drink in hand. He then says out loud, “ If you know where this person generally is, why not simply send message to have delivered to them?” Chesterfield nods replying, “ That is because this person would never allow to have anything delivered to them from official sources. Let alone something specifically from Queen Chersei herself. Jayvenn will not initially want to come back.” “ Who exactly is this Jayvenn?” asks Wordplay. “ That is none of your concern.” Chesterfield says as if the question was simply insignificant. “ You fucked right? You don’t think it matters that we know who the person you want us to catch is?” Loc says gingerly. “ No. You need to know where they could be currently. You will need to know pertinent information on their abilities. You will even need to know the possible ways you have to bring Jayvenn to Queen Chersei." Chesterfield looking at both Wordplay and Loc continues “ Knowing who they are is not necessary, or needed for completion of the task at hand.” “ That’s foreboding as hell isn’t it? Now we definitely need to find out who Jayvenn is.” thinks Wordplay to Loc, finishing his 2nd drink. “ Agree completely Elder. Seems you may have a lot of work ahead of you this time. You might actually earn part of your half for once.” “ Very well.” says Loc nodding his head, “ You said we can receive info, and to know how to bring Jayvenn back to Queen Chersei, ya? Can we find out that Intel now, or do we wait for bits and pieces as the trip progresses?” “ Very deep indeed.” Chesterfield impressed again thinks to himself, noting to no longer underestimate his Lionus friend.
“ You are correct Sir Loc King, so here's what I shall tell you at the moment. First, it will not be just you two working to find Jayvenn. Ulong Tea has also been tasked to assist you in this endeavor. I myself will be directly heading out with you to find Jayvenn as well. Since I am the only one who will be able to identify them once found. More importantly I maybe the only one to make them come back with us.” “ Maybe? Make?” questions Wordplay with a tone of concern. “ As I stated before, they initially will not want to come back to Lagina Atlas. More so, not at the beckoning of complete and armed strangers. My being there will afford a degree of importance, and calm to the situation. Jayvenn will also understand that my presence there is the Queen Chersei’s presence. Now whether that fact will make the task harder or not, that’s based on Jayvenn and their mood.” Loc nods “ Fair enough. Having the official do elf of the Queen makes sense to give status reports, receive updates, bring me food, and such. I feel it. My following question then is what are the abilities we need to know of Jayvenn?” The way Loc says this last part, makes a small part in Chesterfield’s brain, the most instinctual part say “ The predator is awake now. The Lionus wants to hunt!”
Chesterfield clearing his throat replies “ Yes, well Jayvenn is a very well trained fighter. I doubt there are truly two handfuls of beings in the known realms who could be Jayvenn's equal. Let alone beat them one on one. Which is one of the reasons in deciding to hire a bowman of well renown. For long distance capturing purposes, if need be.” “ Yes, IF need be.” Wordplay sarcastically thinks to Loc mid way to completion of his third drink. “ Remind me to take a look at my equipment, and stock up on arrows and bolts before we leave on this job. At that one specialist shop with the handmaid I like.” Loc mentally replies back, while actually taking a slight glance towards Sir Wordplay’s direction. “ You’re gonna have to get use to being outside my-” “I know.” Wordplay replies somberly. “ Why do you think I am enjoying myself so much on the drink this morning? You know when I lived true life, I was never a drunkard like this. My hackles are straight up cub.” “ Yah.” Loc agrees his gaze back towards Chesterfield and Goody. “ It seems Chesterfield wasn’t lying about completion or death at all.”
Has used Cyber monday to buy some wavy new crocs, and a screen protector. #Winning
Here we have Aggo (Chuku) staring threateningly at the back of Daenery’s head. Game of Thrones, Season 6
Chuku Modu is a cute little something you may have caught a glimpse of on the sixth season of Game of Thrones where he played Aggo, one of Daenerys’s blood riders. To be honest, I didn’t really pay much attention to him on there. Part of that is because some of the importance of the blood riders is lost in the book to screen translation, so Aggo’s really just a background character. Mostly though, it’s because they put a big curly wig and a wild looking beard on him. Some men can pull of the filthy, scruffy, Dothraki look (we’ll get to Jason in another post), but baby-faced Chuku does a whole lot better when they clean him up.
Speaking of which, you can currently catch him on ABC’s, The Good Doctor, where he plays Dr. Jared Kalu; a fine young surgeon making his way through his residency. The first half of the first season has already aired, and it’s really good, so go check that out. And if you like your eye candy a little more seasoned, Nicholas Gonzales and Hill Harper are on there, too.
If y’all catch me in the midst of a medical emergency, this is who you call. The Good Doctor, Season 1
Chuku (short for Chukuma) is only 27 years old, but what he lacks in age, he makes up in height. Standing at a strong six foot three inches, his ancestry has been described as Nigerian, German, English, and Irish. Plus, he was born and raised in London, so he has a nice accent.
Some fun facts are that he plays the guitar, and he’s an avid boxing fan. He began training at age 12, so... muscles.
If you’re looking to follow him on social media, you can find him on Twitter and Instagram @chuksta. He’s not super active, but he’s worth the follow.
From Virginia, loves food, petty, and all things Michael B. Jordan.