IdyllicDreamer
Dragon's Dream
Once more 'round the bend...
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Dragon's Dream
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By dawn the witch was awake, as if on a specified routine she would awaken at the same time every morning. Moving from one task to another as she prepared for the day, following through on certain obligations. Preparing potions, brews, and simple incantations for those who had dared make the trip to her home to request them. A job, nothing more. Something done without passion, without concern, without care. There were rules of course, though these were not enforced out of a sense of morality, or duty. Simply enforced because... they were there, as truthfully she could not care one way or the other.
A truth that the witch had existed within for nearly seven years now, ever since the day she had placed a curse upon herself. A thing of which she could look back upon and deem foolish. A stupid course of actions from her more emotional, real, self. A dead thing, replaced by the shell she was acting out a life she had once had. Empty, unfeeling. Emotions locked away behind a wall she could not break, for she had made the key to be something that no longer existed. Idiotic. Her existence till the day her mortal coil gave out, an eventual event.
It was some hours after the crack of dawn in which the knock would come upon her door, the summons from the king. A squire there to deliver it with a troupe of guards behind him, they had never trusted the witch... Who did, after all? She had never acted out against the kingdom, the nearby settlements, and had done as asked in most cases... Yet she was a witch, an accursed being... Yet still the hypocritical creatures called upon her when it was them who needed something. Something she had once found funny, as her mother before her had. Now it was no more than an observation.
The summons was a demand, not a request. Either way she would have heeded it, another pointless rule that she deemed proper to follow. A sense of the life she was suppose to be leading, the role she was meant to play in it all... Without her role, after all, what would she be? An empty shell waiting for the end... Was she anything more than that now? This was a question she never pondered upon, one she did not at this moment either as she watched the kings men leave, before preparing to depart herself. House, a small comfortable hut deep within the forest, would be compressed down into her hat. A fluid motion she had done a million times before, always bringing her home with her...
From there she would climb upon her broom, always side saddle, and fly for the castle. Briefly, idly, she wondered what this would be about. It had been some time since he had called upon her, not since she had turned him into a toad til midnight last time. A means of self defense due to his temper, more than anything. Her repercussions to that event had been paid for in gold.
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The man sputtered, almost violently, at the sudden surge of water that had been thrown upon his face. Awakened by the cold liquid, jolting suddenly from his position on the floor. A thing of which he instantly regretted, a groan as his hand went to his pounding head. The feeling of knives twisting inside of his skull, a result of the hangover from how much he had indulged last night. Something common for him, anymore. A miserably shadow of his once self, a downward spiral that had been worsening slowly over time. Yet he never seemed concerned with helping himself.
"I toldja that ya can't keep comin' here." A young man holding a bucket would say, an old friend who looked exasperated at Shin more than anything. It was then that he would noticed that he was outside, a few feet away from the other mans garden. The place he had passed out in after climbing over the fence drunk last night... Running a hand through his hair, pushing back the damp locks, he would just let out a quiet sigh. An apologetic sound, an exasperated sound of his own. Uncertain, lost.
"Sorry, Aaron. I'll clear out." Was his response as Shin picked himself up, a trickle of guilt considering... Well, the last time he had come by here drunk he had been in the middle of a rather heated brawl. Which had resulted in part of the fence coming down, and part of the garden being destroyed. While he had helped put the fence back together... There were some things that were harder to fix, such as someones faith in you. It didn't much matter anyways, Shin had lost his faith in himself a long time ago, nearly seven years really. When he had failed to protect his only remaining family, it had been the final nail in a coffin that lead to his current state.
His destination was a small apartment he held within the city, planning to get cleaned up for the most part... at least until tonight when he would ruin it again. Yet something would give him a few moments pause, the sight of a few guardsmen outside of his door. Approaching they would look at him, before one would hand over a summons by the king. The man could only grit his teeth a bit at the familiar seal, a thing of which he blamed for it all... If not for that damned quest so long ago... Regardless he would be forced to accept, that or jail and... Well, if he went to jail there would be no one to check up on Ren.
It would only be after washing up that he would make his way to the castle, a bit more presentable than his freshly awakened self. Smelling less of alcohol, and more of whatever the hell was in the soap he tended to purchase. Honestly he let the girl who made the soap pick something out for him.
[div class=PostieNameR style=margin-right:-5px;]The Kingdom[/div]
The king had sent out a grand total of three summons to a few individuals throughout the kingdom, those with particular talents who would be suited for a task he required. A group that had been brought together once upon a time, though the forth hardly needed an invitation as he lived right under the castle roof. The perfect setup, overall. The archer, the caster, the muscle, and the fighter. A balanced team fit for a royal quest... Though they may not have all been happy about a certain someone involved in it all.
Upon each one arriving they would be lead to a meeting room filled with little more than a table, and some chairs. All except for the one, who would be barred from entering until the king himself was prepared to enter. Making an entrance, so to speak, a personal bit of revenge intermixed within it all... Ren would be the most likely to arrive first, flying over it all with her broom. Lead into the room and taking a position by the window to stare out into nothingness, awaiting the reason as to why she, and the others, were even called here in the first place.
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[div class=PostieBox][div class=PostieBall][div class=PostieAvie][/div][/div][div class=PostieName]Ren Maki[/div][div class=Credit]Created by IdyllicDreamer[/div]
By dawn the witch was awake, as if on a specified routine she would awaken at the same time every morning. Moving from one task to another as she prepared for the day, following through on certain obligations. Preparing potions, brews, and simple incantations for those who had dared make the trip to her home to request them. A job, nothing more. Something done without passion, without concern, without care. There were rules of course, though these were not enforced out of a sense of morality, or duty. Simply enforced because... they were there, as truthfully she could not care one way or the other.
A truth that the witch had existed within for nearly seven years now, ever since the day she had placed a curse upon herself. A thing of which she could look back upon and deem foolish. A stupid course of actions from her more emotional, real, self. A dead thing, replaced by the shell she was acting out a life she had once had. Empty, unfeeling. Emotions locked away behind a wall she could not break, for she had made the key to be something that no longer existed. Idiotic. Her existence till the day her mortal coil gave out, an eventual event.
It was some hours after the crack of dawn in which the knock would come upon her door, the summons from the king. A squire there to deliver it with a troupe of guards behind him, they had never trusted the witch... Who did, after all? She had never acted out against the kingdom, the nearby settlements, and had done as asked in most cases... Yet she was a witch, an accursed being... Yet still the hypocritical creatures called upon her when it was them who needed something. Something she had once found funny, as her mother before her had. Now it was no more than an observation.
The summons was a demand, not a request. Either way she would have heeded it, another pointless rule that she deemed proper to follow. A sense of the life she was suppose to be leading, the role she was meant to play in it all... Without her role, after all, what would she be? An empty shell waiting for the end... Was she anything more than that now? This was a question she never pondered upon, one she did not at this moment either as she watched the kings men leave, before preparing to depart herself. House, a small comfortable hut deep within the forest, would be compressed down into her hat. A fluid motion she had done a million times before, always bringing her home with her...
From there she would climb upon her broom, always side saddle, and fly for the castle. Briefly, idly, she wondered what this would be about. It had been some time since he had called upon her, not since she had turned him into a toad til midnight last time. A means of self defense due to his temper, more than anything. Her repercussions to that event had been paid for in gold.
[div class=PostieBallR][div class=PostieAvieR][/div][/div][div class=PostieNameR]Shin Maki[/div]
The man sputtered, almost violently, at the sudden surge of water that had been thrown upon his face. Awakened by the cold liquid, jolting suddenly from his position on the floor. A thing of which he instantly regretted, a groan as his hand went to his pounding head. The feeling of knives twisting inside of his skull, a result of the hangover from how much he had indulged last night. Something common for him, anymore. A miserably shadow of his once self, a downward spiral that had been worsening slowly over time. Yet he never seemed concerned with helping himself.
"I toldja that ya can't keep comin' here." A young man holding a bucket would say, an old friend who looked exasperated at Shin more than anything. It was then that he would noticed that he was outside, a few feet away from the other mans garden. The place he had passed out in after climbing over the fence drunk last night... Running a hand through his hair, pushing back the damp locks, he would just let out a quiet sigh. An apologetic sound, an exasperated sound of his own. Uncertain, lost.
"Sorry, Aaron. I'll clear out." Was his response as Shin picked himself up, a trickle of guilt considering... Well, the last time he had come by here drunk he had been in the middle of a rather heated brawl. Which had resulted in part of the fence coming down, and part of the garden being destroyed. While he had helped put the fence back together... There were some things that were harder to fix, such as someones faith in you. It didn't much matter anyways, Shin had lost his faith in himself a long time ago, nearly seven years really. When he had failed to protect his only remaining family, it had been the final nail in a coffin that lead to his current state.
His destination was a small apartment he held within the city, planning to get cleaned up for the most part... at least until tonight when he would ruin it again. Yet something would give him a few moments pause, the sight of a few guardsmen outside of his door. Approaching they would look at him, before one would hand over a summons by the king. The man could only grit his teeth a bit at the familiar seal, a thing of which he blamed for it all... If not for that damned quest so long ago... Regardless he would be forced to accept, that or jail and... Well, if he went to jail there would be no one to check up on Ren.
It would only be after washing up that he would make his way to the castle, a bit more presentable than his freshly awakened self. Smelling less of alcohol, and more of whatever the hell was in the soap he tended to purchase. Honestly he let the girl who made the soap pick something out for him.
[div class=PostieNameR style=margin-right:-5px;]The Kingdom[/div]
The king had sent out a grand total of three summons to a few individuals throughout the kingdom, those with particular talents who would be suited for a task he required. A group that had been brought together once upon a time, though the forth hardly needed an invitation as he lived right under the castle roof. The perfect setup, overall. The archer, the caster, the muscle, and the fighter. A balanced team fit for a royal quest... Though they may not have all been happy about a certain someone involved in it all.
Upon each one arriving they would be lead to a meeting room filled with little more than a table, and some chairs. All except for the one, who would be barred from entering until the king himself was prepared to enter. Making an entrance, so to speak, a personal bit of revenge intermixed within it all... Ren would be the most likely to arrive first, flying over it all with her broom. Lead into the room and taking a position by the window to stare out into nothingness, awaiting the reason as to why she, and the others, were even called here in the first place.
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