Fantasy &nbsp; King After King

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Siren77 · Dec 15, 2019

After the chance happening in that courtyard, with a majority of the Kings pantheon arriving at that same place, Arvin took it upon himself to finalize the meeting and gather the rest of his friends and allies to complete the pantheon and discuss with him the ailments of his mind. It was nice, therapeutic almost, to get all of his struggles off his chest and vent to them all about both his own daily torments as well as the troubling dream he’d been having in a reoccurring fashion for the past few days. Thankfully, none of them deemed him insane, or atleast they didn’t directly state it, nor did they hide there faces from him as so many of his citizens already had. It was an affirmation of their loyalty, and the genuine nature of their friendship.

After much discussion and debate as to what their next course of action should be, The King brought up a voyage to the Temple of Kasai, as an attempt to both restore a connection with the Quadrinity as well as find answers to the nightmare. The flames he could see destroying Örn, as well as his own personal blessing from the goddess made it plain to him that it was through the fire goddess that he’d find the most resolve. The better option of venturing to the Temple of Gaia in the northern forest would be a much more time consuming matter, with a voyage through the mountains having the potential of sheer days, perhaps even over a week. And that was if they could keep a good pace and only rest for four hours total throughout each day. Arvin had no intention of setting up such a voyage, as that would require horses, additional members of their party, and a plethora of food and water to be supplied for all present. It’d be far more trouble than necessary, and ever judgement eye of those who sought to oppose him was always present. They’d need to be discrete, and quick.

So, despite some adversity in discussion from both Nemir and Crow alike who were advocating to postpone the venture and instead let the King and the other injured member of the pantheon rest, the plan was set. In response to some final comments of some sleep being better than exerting himself once again, The King was to retort as follows.

“I don’t need sleep, I need answers.”

A couple hours was then provided to prepare for their venture deep into the girth of the forgotten grove, where within its confines the Temple of Kasai would lie waiting for them. While most of the civilization that once inhabited the forest is now gone, due to the demon residency within, the temple was the one thing Arvin knew remained amongst it all. The priests and priestesses of Kasai, as well as all others who served in the Gods’ temples were far too obedient to their masters to ever consider leaving. Besides, they all had been gifted with the blessing of her flames, and had even been pronounced as masters of her magic. So fighting off some fledglings and a Cambion or two occasionally would be a cakewalk for them should the demons have ever tried to assault the temple.

Atleast, Arvin hoped this was true.
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The Western Forest - Eight Hours Later

The early afternoon sun hung high over the tops of the trees, with shards of lightly barely reaching through the lush green foliage and scattering on the dim floor below. This area in particular area resided a ways beyond the distance Arvin had traveled when he had opted to seek out Nemir. Just as with that voyage though, the once prominent paths that took hold on the forests edge had now faded into nothingness, with only the ancient and discarded leaves of falls long past acting as landmarks amongst the dirt and roots.

Though for quite some time this part of the forest had been left untouched, the once dormant partition of the Western Forest was now being turned about and crushed underfoot as seven cloaked figures paced easily through. The leaves and discarded twigs and branches split, with a distinct yet hardly audible crackling noise letting off with every pace from the group.

The Kings Pantheon had been on the move for quite some time now, with the exception of Lyrren who was away on a voyage of his own to speak with some of the nobles of whom their services were required for the finalization of the reconstruction. They made a point of biding their time and made no point of rushing through the venture. In the interest of still allowing for rest and healing, breaks were consistently taken to ensure everyone was hydrated and wouldn’t get too fatigued on the journey to the Temple of Fire.

Arvin, as always, had taken the lead of the party and taken the responsibility of navigating them through the forests ambiguous and identical terrain. It hadn’t been his first time venturing to Kasai’s domain, although admittedly it’d been a good while since his last visit. With the demonic war, his fathers death, and his own sudden rise to the throne, it didn’t exactly make for ample time to visit the icon of his own power. But today would be different. Today he’d restore his connection with not only Kasai, but all four of his holy masters, and he’d finally get his Kingdom back on track from the shock to their faith.

‘But first’ Arvin paused and looked back to observe his friends, his emerald green eyes peering from beneath his hood. ‘we need to actually get there.’

Just ahead, perhaps another mile or two off through the dense foliage, the beginning of a clearing could be seen. As much as Arvin wanted to push through the last of their trek, he thought it best to rest once more. Even he was beginning to feel the all too familiar cramping pain in this thighs and knees. The voyage had been long, but they’d all persisted and continued moving without complaint. How fortunate he was to have been blessed with such a resilient pantheon.

Smirking to himself beneath the cloak, he raised his right hand to silently let them come to a halt.

“Let’s rest here for a little bit, we’re almost there. I expect to see you all drinking some water, and sitting down all the while.” He said in a low and soft voice.

Once everyone had followed his instructions, Arvin himself sat down and leaned up against a sturdy tree trunk, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he felt a cool breeze waft past his stiff joints and aching muscles.

“We’re almost there...” he repeated.
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The True Plague · Dec 15, 2019

Crow's brooding and re-re-re-reviewing his notes as he ate had been, as one might expect, interrupted by the impromptu full Pantheon meeting. Funny. He didn't remember agreeing to it, but well, what does he know? All he knew was that he was, technically speaking, obligated to the whims of the King. Even if said whims are just venting emotions. Bleh. He's a doctor of the body, not the mind. Probably just an imbalance of chemicals. Note to self, sneak safe chemicals into the King's food or drink. In a few months, because he'd need to self test first. Could be worse, the King could've been outright insane. But no, he's just a troubled boy. Royalty, sheesh.

Apparently, the boy also lacked sense. It is highly unlikely that the Temple of Kasai was going anywhere, whereas exerting himself could set him back in terms of treatment. Alas, what did Crow know. Crow was literally his doctor, but shucks, oh well. The King knows best, surely. That's the mantra that keeps the kingdom running. Surely. Nevertheless, Crow eventually just gave up on the sensible option. Sure, the King actually needed sleep, but much like his father, hard to convince him otherwise once he's set a course of action. Wear one crown, and suddenly you're immune to being swayed by sensible advice. So, off they were set, to go to the Temple. Absolutely horrible that is, truly. Into the forest, given the one he chose. Demon filled forest. They had a total of like, two or three uninjured people. Or possibly four. He was relatively unharmed due to impeccable self care and the savage extraness that Raven insisted upon. Nemir has had worse. He, as far as he knew, believed Aurelia was healed, albeit scarred. Sergio was relatively unharmed. So two who could fight off demons are unharmed, the other two are injured and potentially ruining their progress thus far. Fucking rat bastards.

So, it was with a heavy heart Crow went to pack what he'd need. Of course, he'd being his trusty axe. Just in case. Reasonably, they'd not have to worry... But that kind of thinking devastated the Kingdom not too long ago. He also got a small pouch to put a small variety of vials in. He needs to bring stimulants, because you never fucking know nowadays. Not to mention, it should help Arvin and Aurin fight through any potential pain. Because they should be resting, but if they won't rest, they best pull their fucking weight.

It was with much anticipation, and slight annoyance, that Crow would make his leave into the forest with the Pantheon, bidding Raven to attend to the patients dutifully. He will find out what she's done, so don't get any ideas missy.

Now, contrary to the majority opinion, Crow does not burst into flames inside temples, nor does he necessarily blaspheme the Gods. He held no actual opinion negative or positive, besides being positive of their existence. He dealt with mortal bodies, not the struggles of comprehending higher existence. He doubted there'd be much for him to do... Though he did enjoy the forest. It reminded him faintly of a home long since gone. A home he's not seen in a long time. He knew it wasn't so, but well, he's not been in a lot of forests since.

However, he was pulled out of his little trip down memory lane by Arvin speaking. Crow had to suppress a small snort. Imagine Arvin telling them what to do to take care. Nevertheless, he did sit down, and carefully removed his mask to reveal his own smirk. "Water and taking a break is a good idea Arvin, but so would have taking some bed rest been. Hopefully, after this trip, you'll actually listen." He'd simply sit down where he stood, not bothering with the whole finding a tree to rest against or anything. Just sitting straight up middle of the path, reaching into his robes to produce a flask that he'd unscrew and take a quick sip of. If not for the fact that he wanted to be ready to move at a moment's notice, he'd have pulled his book out. Alas, nothing to do but jaw Jack in this break.

Siren77 · Dec 15, 2019

Arvin flashed Crow a look of minor annoyance before rolling his eyes and letting them flutter shut once more.

“You’re one to talk on good ideas, dear Crow, when I consistently recall countless conversations of how minding your tongue would get you into far less trouble. And yet you refuse to listen as well. So who’s to blame in my current situation save for your poor influence on me?”

The Kings frown had grown into a smirk now. He hardly expected Crow to take his words seriously, only the same amount of snark in return was predicted to him in return.

“The only difference is my refusal to rest, and instead attend to the responsibilities I’ve been neglecting for the past two months won’t get me killed in the long run. Whereas your mouth eventually will if you keep pissing off the wrong nobles. But maybe that’s just me. Hopefully that doesn’t happen and you’ll instead be spared, maybe then you’ll be the one to finally listen.”

Arvin carefully watch Aurelia and Aurin, seeking their amused reactions in response to his words. He knew they’d been given quite a hard time by the old doctor, so he was doing his best to give the man a taste of his own medicine. Besides, poking fun at his age old friend and adult influence always put him in a good mood. Well that is until the inevitable outcome of Crow outwitting him and winning the friendly game of insults and jabs.

The True Plague · Dec 16, 2019

Crow, in typical Crow fashion, outright ignored the annoyance in Arvin's gaze. Mainly because if he ever started paying attention to how many people he annoyed, he might actually consider being nicer. That, or he'd change profession to a jester so it'd literally be his job. One of the two. Really a coin flip if you think of it.

"Arvin, Arvin, Arvin." Crow began, a small grin on his face as he tilted his head slightly. "Haven't you learned the lesson of, 'Do as I say, not as I do?' I'm hardly the role model you should emulate. I believe that title should go to Miss Rimbaud, or perhaps Nemir since you do seem so stubbornly insistent on combat at the front. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Crow noted the small glance towards the nobles in their party, and his grin would only grow. Of course. He sought to try and give him some gentle ribbing for his harsh treatment of those troublesome two. If only they could be more like Sergio. Truly a shame. Oh, or like Nemir, but Nemir is sadly a dying breed of Noble who actually takes action. No matter.

"Well, if I happen to die from a loose tongue before this demon threat is gone, well, that's just the nobles giving themselves and everyone else enough rope to hang with, so you'd not let that happen just yet. So perhaps it'll kill me once my work is done. Exhaustion, however, may very well kill you, or in best case scenario, hinder your efforts to do your responsibilities." Unlike a verbal joust between him and Aurelia, Crow typically holds no venom or malice with the young King. It was hard to really get mad with him, unless he pushes the right buttons like he did at the party.

"However, don't worry. I'll forgive your ignorance on your limits just this once. After all, I'm sure you're pushing through and making a mockery of my efforts to attempt to impress the Lady Aurelia here, eh?" Crow smirked, shaking his head. Instead of waxing time repeating an argument he's had a lot, not only with Arvin, or his father, but pretty much anyone he's ever had to work on ever, he decided to turn it around. "Nothing like a brush with mortality to light the fire of desire, no?" Turn it around how? Make Arvin have to choose between denying the idea of the two being interested in each other, or embarrass himself by making him think on it, or seemingly agree about it.

Siren77 · Dec 16, 2019

“Well my friend, it’s not entirely up to one as to how far a child shall emulate or choose to emulate their example of behavior. You simply weren’t cautious enough around an impressionable child, and now you’re simply enjoying the consequences of your actions.”

In all truth, Arvin knew full well his stubborn behavior and refusal to obey common sense when it came to his own personal health and well being, was an almost perfect emulation of his fathers. Many a times had his fathers old friends, such as Nemir, told him of such things. It was always the same remarks as how he was just like his father, which Arvin took as a compliment. As if he could strive to be half as productive as his father was then there was hope for his Kingdom yet.

“True, I will be the one to keep death waiting for your arrival, atleast until I’ve run out of use for you.” Heavy snark littered his voice, making all too obvious that he didn’t truly mean that. “Just as you’ll be the one to save me from my death by exhaustion. Knowing your tactics and the influence you have on Tess, I know full well that you’ll slip something into my meal or drink later on. Perhaps a sleeping agent? Or even a muscle relaxant? Hell, I wouldn’t even be surprised if you used some sort of apothecary that would paralyze me and force me to get the rest I need. So looks like we’ll both be the ones to keep one another from knocking on Heavens door, atleast until the time is right that is.”

Crows next words unsurprisingly caught Arvin off guard. To say the King wasn’t expecting some sort of retort that would win the argument so soon would be a lie, but it didn’t stop him from feeling disappointed that so soon had Crow had put him in a checkmate of sorts. Quickly though, the King recovered before the silence could last more than a few seconds.

“I seek to impress no one, save for my Gods and my people. If I truly did seek to impress someone as radiant as Lady Aurelia, I know I’d have to try much harder than my stubborn advances towards death to impress her.” There was a subtle pink tinge to the kings cheeks that he did his best to hide under his cloak. He knew Crow had already won, but at this point he was just tying to save face. What’s worse is that Sergio was here to listen in on all of this, which didn’t bode well if he chose to spread the word so soon or hold it as ransom over Arvin’s head should he say the wrong things. “Even then, I’d still probably meet the brunt of her heel if I was foolish enough to pursue her. She’s a woman with an acquired taste, and far better men than myself have tried. So I wouldn’t dare to pay the fool and make an attempt, unless I was led to believe I had even the slightest chance.”

Despite his embarrassment in the moment, he still couldn’t help but grin to himself and glance over at Aurelia once more. It was ambiguous really as to whether his words were intended as flattery or an insult, but all she’d need to do is ask later on if she truly wanted to know. Perhaps then Arvin would I finally see where her thoughts did sit with him.

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Juju · Dec 16, 2019

After delivering all of her letters, Aurelia found herself invited to tea with the king. It was a wonderful surprise and she was quite delighted to attend until a certain doctor showed up. As if things could not get any worse, the king proposed that they go on an expedition into the overgrown lands of the West on some dream's whim. The boat voyage was reasonable, but that was not the choice that Aurin went with. No, he opted to walk. Now Aurelia was never one to openly question the king's decisions but to WALK there!? They were the royal pantheon, not some sort of travelling circus! Sergio had been equally as thrilled as she, but nothing they said could change the king's mind once it had been set. Honestly, Aurelia doubted it was possible to match Arvin in a test of stubbornness. Not even death would have the patience.

Once the plans were settled there was hardly any time to pack necessities, let alone the trimmings of a noble lady. It was a real predicament. With the absence of a mother or sisters, she doubted Arvin had any clue as to what a noble lady had to go through on a daily basis just to maintain her appearance, let alone a Luxenri lady. Her cosmetics alone were enough to take up an entire bag.

The only one who understood the gravity of the situation was Sergio, who she realized was also experiencing quite the dilemma. There was only one thing to do; a temporary alliance. In the scarce time they had to prepare for the 'adventure' the two of them compared cosmetics and found ones that they shared. Surprisingly, she and Sergio had many similar powders and smudge, often from the same merchant. There were even a few rare colours that Aurelia took a liking to. In exchange, she allowed Sergio to use an exotic perfume from the southern isles. The bottle was a stained violet with twistings of gold, a gift from her mother, and conveniently small.

When it came to packing the clothing, Sergio was exceptionally deft at folding the fabrics efficiently (which Aurelia could only presume to be a skill used for espionage disguises). Thanks to him they could fit their clothing in one bag while the cosmetics could fit in another. Aurelia opted to take the cosmetics, while Sergio carried the clothes. They were not perfect, but they were perhaps the first and last noble-survival-kit.

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When the journey began Aurelia tried to convince herself on the positives. The sovereignless West was a land that had been abandoned long ago, lost to civilization at the claws of the demon hoard. It was a place steeped in mystery and history, a land she had only explored in the pages of books. At the very least, she could find some interest in the overgrown bones of humanity. That excitement lasted about fifteen minutes into the expedition.

Aurelia and Sergio lagged behind the others at a consistently slow pace, prone to taking many stops. After an hour or so of walking, Aurelia could feel the exhaustion gnawing at her legs and soles, where blisters were forming. She had half the mind to quit, but a few off-handed quips from Crow was enough to turn her resolve to tempered steel. Aurelia knew he thought she would fail, wanted her to fail, and out of pure spite, she dug up the energy to prove him wrong. She might be slow and had to take frequent breaks, but she did not let herself give up.

She was too far to hear Arvin's declaration of rest, but when the group stopped she got the message well enough. Of course, she and Sergio were the last to catch up with the group. "Thank the four! It's about time we stopped..." she huffed, her chest heaving from the exertion. Corsets were not designed for hikes, but she would rather be torn apart by wolves than go a day without looking her absolute best. Besides, she had been wearing corsets since she was thirteen. A little bit of breathlessness was nothing but business as usual for her.

She looked around for a suitable resting spot but was dismayed to find dirty grass and leaves. Even though she had chosen a rather bland dress and cloak for her journey, her skin crawled at the idea of soiling her clothes. She spotted a boulder with a relatively flat top and walked towards it, feet aching. As much as she wanted to collapse onto the rock like some feather bed, she first dug out a handkerchief from her bag and daintily placed it on the boulder. Only then did she sit down on top of it.

"Ahh..." she sighed in relief. For all she cared she could be sitting on a cloud right now. Just getting off of her feet was pure bliss. Aurelia ran her fingers through her hair, catching them on the plait of her braid. It was a shame to keep her hair bound, but it could not be helped. She did not want it getting caught on branches or worse...getting leaves and other filth in it! Just thinking of it made her shiver and take out a hand mirror, inspecting her face and hair. Aside from a sheen of sweat and a flushed complexion, she was not looking as horrible as she feared. She carefully dabbed away some perspiration from her face with a cloth, careful not to upset her cosmetics.

Over the edge of her reflection, she caught a glimpse of Arvin and Crow conversing. She could hear them talking about her though acted like she did not, focussing on her hand mirror instead. Hearing her name in conversations was a normal thing, and she got used to picking it up in a crowd, but this time she felt prickles of anxiousness. What was his stance on her? She shifted her eyes from her mirror, making sure to cast her gaze away when he looked over. Did he really think she was above the king? A marriage with him would secure her family's power in Orn. It was all her mother could talk about since the letter arrived. Alas, she knew the sweetness of words when the subject was within earshot. Still, she couldn't help but feel chuffed at the glowing description...especially in front of Crow.

She got up from her seat and approached Arvin and Crow. As per usual, she curtsied in front of Arvin and pretended that Crow did not exist. "Your grace. How much farther until we arrive at this temple? We have been at it for eight hours. I hope we will arrive long before nightfall..."

The True Plague · Dec 16, 2019

Crow couldn't help the small chuckle that came from him over Arvin's heavy usage of snark. Sure, did he feel the king needed rest and not answers? Yes. However, he won't lie, it's nice to see him well enough to happily exchange snark. If not for Crow's annoyance at his interruption earlier, Crow might've humored it continuing further. Crow had no actual authority to punish the King, but Crow shall make his displeasure of his routine being disturbed known. He could've been going through demon guts at the moment, or discussing his potential plan with the blacksmith for creating demon weapons for the Pantheon... Or at least for himself. An axe, although useful, could be improved upon by those Ferrum Cambion blades.

"Of course. My job is literally to keep you from making your appearance amongst the Gods before your time. Also, I'm aghast to hear you think I'd resort to such tactics. That just poisons the relationship. No, no. I'll just sneak up on you at some point and tie you to the bed for a day, maybe two. A nice little prank between friends." No wonder he wasn't friends with most of his patients. However, Crow at least felt his head wouldn't be on the chopping block for this. After all, he's still useful, hah.

As Arvin went on to explain his seemingly complicated feelings on Aurelia, he couldn't help himself. He actually fell over laughing. Thankfully he didn't land on his mask. Bent beak is not as intimidating, and he knew it'd hurt if he landed on it.

"With all due respect for that annoyance, there is literally not a better man to try. Given the fact she's a noble, her family most likely wants to see the family ascend higher. What higher position is there, than marrying into the royal line? The only other option is to continue marrying nobles of the same amount of wealth, or at least similar in terms of power. However, given her attitude and seeming expectation of being pampered, I'd say she'd much rather go even higher up the social ladder, rather than merely staying on the same rung of second best."

Crow spoke as if she were not even there. Why? Because she was being a rude little shit and not even bothering to address him as she butted into the current conversation. Women. Gosh. How annoying. He even had the respect to at least refer to her as Lady Aurelia, instead of just saying her name or referring to her as noble brat 3. She was the runt of the nobles collected here. It made sense. Tiniest. Overcompensates for her inadequacies, that he sees anyways. Also extremely annoying and unwanted at the moment.

Siren77 · Dec 16, 2019

“Kinky my friend, exceptionally kinky. But in my humble opinion, I suggest you save the antics of tying one down to a bed for your closer lady friends. Despite good of a friend as you are to me.”

Arvin had to say, whipping out quips like this and bantering with his life long friend bode well for his mood. Despite the depressed exterior he had been living in for the past few weeks, it all had been shattered by one day full of hiking with those closest to him. Well, almost all of those closest to him. But regardless, already he felt his attitude and mental health improving greatly from its deficits.

Crow was once more on the offensive, this time taking a harder aim at Lady Luxenri than Arvin himself. But the King was just as prepared to defend his allies as he was himself in this combat of words.

“You maybe be correct in saying that her family desires such things, but any noble family would. It’s simply a trait of the trade. But the question remains dear Crow, does she share the same intent? Does her heart bare the same lust for wealth and power? Not so, my friend. For only the purest of souls with the best of intent may join a Prophets pantheon, chosen by the Gods themselves for this purpose. She exhibits this trait quite splendidly, as do you. You are no different. Yet people doubt you, just as you doubt her. Surely you can learn from the ways many have wronged you and be better than them? After all, that’s what allows for the cohesive nature of a pantheon. To set aside personal wants and grudges, and instead dedicate our lives to the success of our people.”

“I don’t see her on a rung for second, rather a bar of equals between myself and the rest of you. And of course that works the same vice versa. No one of us is more important than the other. We all work to progress, and it is only together that this is possible. As with cogs in a machine, work cannot be done unless all are present and all mesh and spin together as one. The sooner you see this, the sooner the cogs can begin to spin faster.”

Whelp, he’d gone and done it. Turned a battle of wits to a full on lecture for his friend and all others listening on. Not that he cared, as it was an important lesson to put out there. He just hoped they’d heed his words soon. Otherwise things might be unnecessarily difficult.

Once he had finished his tangent, he noticed Aurelia had come forward with a question on the length of their voyage remaining to which the King grinned. Outstretching his hand to the start of the clearing he’d already looked upon, he did guide her eyes in its direction.

“It’s not but a stones throw from where we are now. I’d say another half hour or so and we’ll finally be able to rest my lady. Don’t worry, we’ll be in the shelter of the temple long before the night overtakes this forest. I’ve done my best to plan our course carefully as to avoid any unnecessary conflict.” He looked up toward her and let his arm rest again, “Oh and one other thing, how many times must I insist you refrain from formalities in a personal setting such as this? Sort of detracts from the dynamic of friends we’re supposed to share, no?”

Ramjammer · Dec 17, 2019

"I don't need sleep, I need answers."

And thus was the young King's verdict issued. And thus did Nemir stand aside and watch the man stride purposefully if in a pained way from the room.

Paladin. Soldier. Somewhat Guardian, if in name only, she was all of this. And yet she lacked the strength of will to forestall Arvin's impertinence.

"Is this all that I am good for now? Standing by and wringing my hands like a Mother Hen, all the while Arvin throws himself back into the fire?" The Judicator had thought bitterly as she gathered what little effects she would need for their journey, It wouldn't even take half the week at the most. There was no need to overburden herself, or really Ghan, as he'd be carrying everything for her. He didn't mind.

With no other focus for her energies left after that, Nemir had been once again left to the unbearable clamor of her negative thoughts. It was troublesome that Arvin could not be bothered to at least pause for a moment to consider resting. The Judicator might have been able to forgive the young king's insistence on training when he should have been devoting his energies to recovering. Instead, and to her steadily growing shame, he'd decided that not only was a miles long trek into the wilderness in order, but that he'd also be walking the whole way. Nemir had been as successful at swaying Arvin's mind then, as she had when she'd caught him in the courtyard. Despite the combined might of both her and Crow's disapproval, Arvin had grown increasingly adamant about the matter. In the end, there was naught that the Judicator could do but cede to the King's orders in impotent silence.

Arvin needed and demanded answers. He was more than willing to pry them from the stony grasp of the God's themselves if need be. The pursuit of truth, and its ever-present partner; justice was not one engaged in lightly. The paltry sum of one's body, mind, and soul were often the toll paid to traverse that road. The young King, eyes alight with fervor, and voice thundering with conviction meant to pay that price with no hesitation. It was not Nemir's place to tell him otherwise.

Answers. All among the Pantheon's numbers craved them. It was no secret among them, even if they'd never explicitly spoken on the matter. Intrinsically they seemed to understand that there was no need. They all had some variation of the same question on their mind.

"Why?"

Nemir didn't possess the insight to answer that question. Such wisdom eluded the grasp of the mortal mind. But not those of their distressingly silent God's. Only they had the answers that Arvin, nay. ALL of them desperately sought. But only one among them. Their stubborn, foolhardy King, had the power to interpret the words of the God's directly.

They all wanted answers. But not all of them had the power to pass the words needed to waiting ears. Chief among them, Nemir. She drowned in the mire at her thoughts as she trekked through the dead forest. The chill of wind was but a slight breeze when compared to the cold dark place from her dreams. There he waited, pale, cold, and eternally disdainful of her. He too had questions. He too demanded answers.

Nemir stalked through the dying woods. The stare she kept glued to Arvin's back was hidden well beneath her helm. Still, he waited. And over the crunch of long dead leaves. The Judicator could hear the dreadful rasp of his voice.

"Why are my sons dead, Nemir? Why did you let them die?" Kungen asked, not with the anger or sorrow expected of a grieving Father. But with the firm expectation a King laid upon the shoulders of their greatest warrior. The mantle of accountability. Kungen asked. Nemir listened.

But she had no answer.

Their journey was to be a swift one, but the scenery made the telling of time and distance harder than it needed to be. Dead and dying trees barred them in from all sides like a decaying prison. Dried leaves carpeted the ground in all directions, muffling their footsteps where they were damp enough. Otherwise an ever-present dry hissing filled Nemir's ears as they trudged deeper into the dark forest. It was akin to wading through a pit of snakes, though without the treat of being bitten. At least, as far as Nemir could tell anyway. There was no telling what lurked beneath the dry foliage, and Nemir was suddenly glad for the metal greaves protecting her legs and feet.

Their pace wasn't much helped by the fact that some among their number weren't suited for a daylong hike through the wilds of Orn. Arvin's own injuries notwithstanding, Sergio and Aurelia were having the most difficulty keeping up. Whatever irritation Nemir felt towards the pair of tittering Nobles was kept well under wraps. Lashing out was unproductive, and it wasn't as if yelling at either of them would cause the two to sprout legs strong enough to carry them to their destination with no issue.

Nemir also didn't have the patience to deal with whatever whining the two of them would undoubtedly start up should she choose to air her grievances.

Sergio at least had the tact to keep himself fairly subdued when expressing his displeasure. Though, Nemir was forced to consider the baleful though that the Spymaster held enough cards in any situation that full-blown anger has unnecessary. At any given moment she'd be playing by his rules, and that wasn't a risk Nemir was willing to open herself up to.

Aurelia ranged from icily snide, to loudly outraged depending on the level of offense she felt she'd been subjected to. The locale definitely played a factor in the volume and intensity of her outbursts, and the silent woods were essentially an invitation for the smaller woman to get needlessly loud if she so desired. Nemir was suffering from enough of a headache as it was. Inviting disaster by informing Aurelia that her physical capabilities left much to be desired would only worsen it.

Eventually, Arvin bade them all to stop and rest. How far they'd traveled was still a mystery. The only means of discerning their distance was to mark the time through the length of the shadows. Nemir found that feat to be easier said than done. A pervasive gloom shrouded the area in darkness. Save where weak sunlight filtered through gnarled branches, most of what lie around them was nothing but chill shadow.

Blessedly, the small clearing they huddled in spared them from the murk of the dead forest. At least for a brief spell.The Judicator's armored back found the trunk of a nearby tree, and she slid to sit on the ground with audible creaking noises. Not all of it was her armor, and Nemir winced beneath her helm. Bones and joints popped almost embarrassingly and she let out a discomforted huff.

"I really am getting too old for this shit." she thought dourly. A quick headcount of her companions revealed that none seemed any worse for the wear. Whatever hurts they might have had, they were mostly superficial.

Nemir's gaze found Aurelia seated primly atop a large boulder and she sighed lowly. the woods weren't kind to strangers on the best of days. They were especially unkind to those that didn't know what the hell they were doing.

Nemir didn't consider Aurelia to be afoot by any means. The feeble-minded weren't long to survive the Viper's rest of court Politics. But as she watched the little Noble dab cautiously at her face to avoid smearing her makeup, the Judicator Could not but help to wonder what the hell was going on in her head.

"Who the hell is she dressed up for? The damn deer?" Nemir mused in silence. There could be no other reason, save for the fact that Aurelia might want to leave a good-looking corpse for the wolves to gnaw on if she should perish. Nemir didn't know why that would be the case. Wolves were notorious for their bad taste in aesthetics.

Her gaze trailed to a suddenly embarrassed looking Arvin who seemed to balk under Crow's attention when they’d been playfully bantering not even a moment before. She couldn't make out what words they exchanged between them, but it seemed important enough for Aurelia to suddenly insert herself into the conversation with a startling amount of vigor.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Either way, it wasn't her problem, and she wasn't about to get involved.

Juju · Dec 17, 2019

Aurelia's eye twitched at Crow's comment. Of course, he was quite right... as much as she hated to admit, even in her own thoughts. Marrying Arvin would be the best move for her family. Still, Crow was wrong on one thing; she did not expect to be pampered in her marriage. The young Lord Paleglade had seen to that. Marriage was her duty to her family, something she took very seriously. Personal opinions on the matter were meaningless ~~though she had to admit that out of all her suitors Arvin seemed to be the best so far~~.

She wanted to interrupt the conversation there, but slowed in her steps when she heard what else Arvin had to say. Her throat tightened at what she heard. Could it be true that she had a pure soul? Everyone in house Luxenri, including her, had assumed the invitation to be nothing but a power move. She was, after all, the black queen that her father had been saving for some time. Removing her from his hand meant that Lord Luxenri had to be careful of where he moved around on the chessboard, and dissuading any lowly house from opposing the combined forces of Luxenri and the royal armies.

It was the only conclusion that had made sense, as Aurelia was sure she was no saint. Did the gods really choose her? Arvin kept saying they did and he was the prophet-king after all. Even if her father did not think everything he said was from the gods. Perhaps she could have believed that a few months ago, but since getting to know him better she knew that Arvin was anything but a liar. His faith was unshakable as well. If he was faking this than he would have to be a better actor than Sergio.

She just wished she could be half of what he the gods thought of her.

Aurelia stood near the two, blinking in surprise at Arvin and his words. There was a moment of stunned silence before she cleared her throat and announced her question. He pointed towards the clearing and told her the second most delightful news she had ever heard.

A genuine smile sprang onto her face, "Half an hour? Well, it is certainly about time! I was beginning to fear we would be walking to the ends of the world!"

She narrowed her eyes, trying to glimpse the temple through the ranks of trees. Now that the journey was at a close she could feel a small rush of energy, mostly out of excitement to rest, but also to see this temple. Every city had a shrine dedicated to The Four, but this temple was entirely dedicated to just Kasai, Lady of Fire. She wondered what sort of architecture and art she would find. Would it be grand or homely in its appearance? She heard that all the monks were eunuchs and had shaven heads, even the women. Of course, that was from her brother who was known to stretch truths.

Not for the first time, Arvin commented on her formal greetings. He did not like them, but Aurelia knew that a king should be addressed properly no matter the 'setting', as he put it. He spoke of friendship as well, which always made her as weary as Arvin disliked his titles. Friendship meant something different to nobles, unlike the king, who she thought truly meant the word. Sometimes Aurelia had to question if Arvin was even real.

Aurelia looked down at the ground and smiled, dipping her head politely, "At least once more, your grace, as always."

ItsKenAgain · Dec 17, 2019

The matter of the Pantheon’s meeting seemed at first, a normal function of business, but soon it became obvious that King Arvin had much more planned for the group. They all seemed to know to some degree or another how the young King had been troubled since the horde attack on his birthday. Truth be told, each of them carried some piece of that horror with them. However, Arvin’s reached to an interesting extent, with these prophetic dreams he was finally sharing.

There were of course some mixed concerns regarding the injuries of some members, and some wondering on the legitimacy of his hunt for answers. King Arvin was past patiently waiting. Ser Elliot chimed in, addressing his own well-being and insisting that “a walk through the woods” would be a pleasant break from his usual training. As far as Aurin was concerned, his faith in the Four had him convinced of the authenticity of the King’s dreams. Why would they continue to plague him if not for a reason? Action seemed the only plausible solution, so the Knight was all in for this one, happy to serve.

Once it was decided, Aurin quickly made arrangements as to how training would be run in his absence. He left Kip with instructions to relay, and a task to continue gathering his reports. Other than that he was to fall in line with the other recruits for training until they returned. With that in place, the Knight gathered a few necessities. He slipped a leather carrying strap onto his spear so he could wear it on his back for the trek, and his back-up dagger was secured around his waist. He needed little else for the journey, but made sure to bring some items to keep his hair in order: comb, extra leather cords, pins, a small (but admittedly expensive) vial of infused oil. As always, the Knight could afford to find room for a little vanity in his packing, but upon seeing the lengths to which the other Nobles of the Pantheon took this, he wasn’t so concerned about gathering attention for his own preening.

Eight hours in, and that happiness to serve was being tested. Doesn’t matter who you are, walking that long will take a toll on you. It would’ve been nice to make this journey on horseback, however, Aurelia was already doing enough complaining for all the Nobles so Aurin didn’t intend to join in with his thoughts on the lack of horses. He also refused to complain, and prove those right who found themselves concerned with the limits of his physical well-being. He wasn’t about to slip up and let that pecker faced Doctor get any ruse out of him. Instead, he took up the rear to keep his distance so that was less of an issue. With Sergio and Aurelia falling behind as they did, it didn’t seem logical to let them get caught too far away from the group without any defense, ~~the perfect excuse~~. Considering his job history, Aurin was well acquainted with the task of accompanying Nobles less fit than him during travel, so he attempted to offer occasional light-hearted encouragement, distractions, or feed into the spite that was driving Aurelia to push on.

Finally it seemed Arvin had decided to take a real break. Lagging behind with the other Nobles of the group had already afforded the Knight several short breaks, so he was doing fairly well considering that. Still, the chance to actually sit after all this time was very welcome. He caught up before Aurelia and Sergio did, and found a fallen trunk that was calling his name. Aurin paused to reach his arms over his head and take a few stretches before perching himself on the log and crossing his feet out in front of him. Closing his eyes, he turned his head to either side, cracking his neck before tuning in to the conversation happening among the others. Of course Crow started in with his chiding, but it seemed King Arvin was up for the game, snidely playing back and tossing a look to Aurelia and the Knight. Aurin caught his eyes and gave a nod and a short chuckle as a response to his comments of Crow’s ‘gracious etiquette’ towards Nobility.

The two kept going at it, so Aurin went about taking the King’s advice to have some water, and then started drifting off into his own thoughts. He dwiddled a bit with the twisted metal bracelet around his wrist, the counterpart of which, a matching circlet, now resided with Kipling. Surely the boy was doing fine, and made sure to carry out all his orders. The squire hadn’t failed him yet, so Aurin had faith things were playing out as expected back at the royal castle.

It was nice to afford some time away to come on such an important journey, even if it was turning out to be such a long and tiring one. The Knight kept reminding himself not to think about how much things were hurting now, because it would undoubtedly come back to haunt him even more come the morrow. Instead he had to keep solace in the search for these answers to King Arvin’s dreams. He tried to imagine what they might find at the temple, denying the notion that it would lead to nothing. The Gods didn’t give King Arvin this quest for nothing. The King believed this too, but his faith extended even more as he began speaking again about how his Pantheon was also chosen, and brought to him through means of purity.

Of course, Aurin piqued interest at this, but as much faith as he had in Arvin’s place as a prophet, he still wasn’t sure he could believe it for the rest of them. It was quite the dissonance for him to compare them all, placing them to such an equally high regard. Sure, some of the Pantheon probably had pure intent, but it was easy to pick out motives for each of them as well, including the Knight. Is Aurin’s faith a strong leading force for him? Yes. But he was also constantly reminded that he sought out this position as a means of redemption. This concern stuck with him. So what is it then that guides me, faith or shame?

Sighing, he brought a hand up to wipe his face, pushing these thoughts out of his head, and also his loose curls back into their place. It was now that the King let them know how close they were to reaching the temple, and that was enough of a relief to bring back the Knight’s morale, and so it seemed, that of the others. He chuffed at the King’s insisting on being treated as equals. Ser Elliot was reminded by quirks such as this that while Arvin might be the Gods’ King, he was also quite young, and maybe a bit idealistic at times, as he himself had been not too many years ago.

“Good luck beating formalities out of a noble, your grace. We’re practically bred with them.” The Knight chimed in, adding some fuel to the fire with a grin. Some of us have to be born with some class. He refrained from adding, though he cut a side eye towards a certain non-noble before taking a sip of water.

seasonedcat · Dec 17, 2019

~Sergio~

Sergio couldn't help but feel his skin crawl during the journey. It was the same as the times his parents made him trudge threw god awful forests such as this one. They say it is going to be fun but it never is. Sadly this journey was much longer than the ones he was used to. Which meant more leg pain and more 'wtf is that, ew don't let it touch me' moments. At first, he was glad that he had a fellow friend in this, Aurelia that is, who would also not enjoy this as much as him. But as the trip went on he noticed she was much more motivated to complete this than he was. She was near the back of course, but he couldn't help but be aware that he was farther back than her.

Sergio couldn't help but let out a sigh of pure relief at being given permission to stop. At this point, he was farther behind Aurelia than he would have liked, not to mention the fact it took him a bit to reach where everyone else was. He could feel embarrassment creep up his neck at this, causing the burning feeling of anger in his chest. He rolled his eyes at himself as he tried to quietly heave near a tree while the other's conversed.

He leaned against a tree next to him when he felt something wet touch his hand and he retracted it quickly. Muttering a curse he whipped the mystery liquid on a handkerchief before throwing it in the woods. He was not putting that back in his pocket. Sergio could honestly not wait for this damned trip to be over already. He did not become the best in his trade for it to be spent walking around in some forest.

He was still catching his breath, more quietly this time, when he cast a glance over at the group conversing near him. The blush on the kings face from what he was talking about sending a snake of pain threw his chest that made Sergio freeze. He let out a breath causing it to numb, it was still there in his chest but he could ignore it, as he always did. When you are like him you get used to ignoring things like that. It was so common if you didn't you would never be happy.

Running a hand threw his hair, cringing at the sweat he felt, he let out a breath as he tried to cool his body down. He would have killed to sit down or lean against something but he would be damned if he was going to get himself or his clothing dirty in this god awful place. Not to mention the tree was no longer an option. He shifted his legs painfully as he tried to get rid of the pain and tense muscles in them one at a time.

Sergio let out a breath of a laugh at Aurelia's actions, they were just so Aurelia like. Reaching into his bag he removed the bladder from his bag and began to drink out of it. He honestly could not wait to be out of this place. He has probably repeated that so many times to himself but it was just so true. He then let out a long sigh as he remembered they would also have to walk all the way back. This was going to be so much fun. ;=;

"To be fair the noble's are bred with them because if they don't they would surely be eaten up in court. Saying the wrong thing when your status is high could mean the end of your whole carrier after all not everyone is lucky enough to not have to worry about such simple things," a quick glance at Crow was sent at these words before it returned to the center of the group, "I would know, after all, it is my job."

The True Plague · Dec 18, 2019

Crow chuckled at that, shaking his head. Sometimes, Arvin surprised him with his quips. Not always, but sometimes. Crow was always left to wonder how this kid learned this shit. Crow definitely didn't teach it to him in any way whatsoever. That'd be ridiculous.

"Oh don't flatter yourself Arvin. If I were interested in that, and swung that way, I still wouldn't choose you. You're almost like a son to me, much like Raven is pretty much my daughter. As for choosing a female friend to do? The only women I'm friends with are Tessa, who is too young, and Nemir, who I'm fairly certain would lock me up for trying." Crow took a small sip from his flask, eyes stuck to the trees overhead as he refused to sit back up from when he fell over laughing.

Of course, said eyes would roll once the lecture started. Great, another fucking lecture. He'd almost understand, if not for the simple fact he didn't mean anything ill of Aurelia when he said it. No, he was trying to talk Arvin up because Crow felt Arvin undersold himself and laid bare reasons Aurelia would want to get with the King.

"A good speech Arvin, but I truly meant nothing ill of the young Luxneri. I'm pointing out, from the point of view of a Noble, there's not really a better option than the young and eligible King. Because you severely undersell yourself if you think better have tried and failed at winning her hand."

"As for the ladder rung analogy? That's more in terms of society. There's royalty, high nobility, low nobility, and peasants. She's, in a social standpoint, a rung below the hhighest.The only ill I spoke of her directly is indirectly calling her spoiled. Perhaps an unfair call, but typical amongst nobles, especially considering what she's packed for a trip into the woods."

Crow made no comment on the purity of soul bit. Why? He... Didn't believe himself to be fitting of such. He was, nowadays a doctor who often had to kill his own patients because nothing could be done for them. Albeit perhaps as not much blood as Nemir, Crow has blood on his hands. He's not been the best person he could be. If not for the demonic invasion, he would've at least sent a few orphans or Lyncaster himself to the grave. That's not even accounting the many times he's used the corpses of former comrades to further his knowledge on his craft. How many died getting him the demons he'd use to further himself to the position of royal doctor? Did he have good intents? Yes. However, his spirit surely must be anything other than pure.

Idly, he'd spare a glance towards the other members of the Pantheon. There was Nemir, being responsible as per usual. Not getting involved with their conversation as she rested. Fair enough, yeah. That's probably the right choice. Shame he couldn't act his age and do the same.

Aurin, of course, inputted his unnecessary opinion. Yeah, he caught the side eye he received. Fuck you. Manners are for pussies who are afraid of upsetting another. Got a problem knight boy? Bring it up, or keep it to yourself coward.

However, at least Sergio had a point. Thank the Gods for Sergio, who was at least a halfway sensible noble. Understanding the fact that someone who doesn't have to worry about what he says is sometimes a lucky trait.

"Manners are really only useful if you happen to need them. The only manners I need are bedside manners, which I have in spades for my patients. Outside of that, they're encouraged but not necessarily necessary for me."

ItsKenAgain · Dec 18, 2019

Sergio, though the poor man looked absolutely miserable, found it in him to draw some notes on Aurin’s comment. The Knight couldn’t disagree, and Crow didn’t seem bothered either as he expanded on the matter with his own take. Ser Elliot bid into this exchange.

“Yes, I suppose we all have our tools of the trade. A farmer has their plow, a warrior their weapon, a noble their wits, Crow’s lack of manners... No matter the case, habits aren’t easily changed, as we know.” Aurin retorted with a jesting smirk, pocketing his water pouch. He doubted this would be taken as an insult despite their opposition, considering the obvious absence of regard given by the Royal Doctor. If they were going to be stuck in the woods together, banter was at least preferable to jaded silence. It was, as he saw it, the most shallow of social interactions anyhow, and one that he could afford to have.

The Knight looked to Aurelia and Sergio, whose legs were practically trembling, yet they both still stood there while the rest were sitting despite their many complaints. His eye then traveled to the the cloth Aurelia had placed on the boulder behind her and he dragged his palm down his face internally. He sighed and stood, removing his spear from around him, and then unfastening his cloak. He shook it off and then laid the dark blue fabric over the log he’d been on before sitting cross legged on the ground with the weapon across his lap.

“Please, take a seat while we’ve been afforded the time.” He encouraged the two, gesturing to the spot he offered. Lolling behind with them made him aware of their difficulty thus far, but a Noble’s pride prevails over most matters. Aurin certainly didn’t skip expenses on his taste in fashion either, but he wasn’t necessarily worried about ruining any parts of his outfit, much less a cloak of all things. It was somewhat expected to happen, and he’d just make it someone else’s problem to ensure he had it repaired or replaced later if it fell below his standard. Some of the others wouldn’t understand these frivolous matters, but he was used to serving high nobility, and giving into such demands. He didn’t need to be asked to see where small actions might be appreciated, although not expected of him within this company. If he didn't watch out for them a little bit, they'd just end of dragging the group back even more, and that thought pained him more than soiling his cloak.

The Knight’s eyes traveled upwards briefly, appraising the looming trees around them. Of course the forest looked the same as it had the rest of the day, but pausing to take it in was different than trudging through it. “I do look forward to reaching the temple. I, for one, have not had the pleasure of visiting before.” He mused, wondering if maybe any of the others had any tales about what it held. It might be nice to know what to expect. Regardless, they would all be there soon enough at this rate.

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