Heavenchi
✧"a wondering mind."✧
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Fantasy "The Fight for Eterna" ➸ Role-Play (IC)
Vertighost
Woke up today. It was terrible.
In the morning, Blair was given a lecture. Hooray.
"This isn't going to be like the others. I can feel it."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Blair asked.
His mother glared at him. "You heard me. You have everything?"
"Yes. I am 22 years old, you know. Have done this a few times. And, anyway, how is this going to be different? You show up, fight the thing, kill it. The end."
"You must remember your training! All we've taught you! When your father..."
And she'd begun the long, long speech that Blair had heard about a hundred times.
Thankfully, that was over, and now here he was.
"Fear not," Blair announced rather dramatically, "I...have arrived." He looked up to see that he was in a basically empty room. Only a few servers. "Ah. No one's here. Don't know if that's better or worse..."
He wandered in, eyeing the room. It was warm, but fancy-looking. The food smelled and looked great. Do NOT sit in the thrones, I swear to-
Blair squashed down the foolish, but fun-sounding impulse. He picked at some of the food, glancing at the doorway a few times. It was rather quiet, he thought.
He wouldn't sit yet, he thought. Bit weird. He continued to circle the room, just looking around.
"This isn't going to be like the others. I can feel it."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Blair asked.
His mother glared at him. "You heard me. You have everything?"
"Yes. I am 22 years old, you know. Have done this a few times. And, anyway, how is this going to be different? You show up, fight the thing, kill it. The end."
"You must remember your training! All we've taught you! When your father..."
And she'd begun the long, long speech that Blair had heard about a hundred times.
Thankfully, that was over, and now here he was.
"Fear not," Blair announced rather dramatically, "I...have arrived." He looked up to see that he was in a basically empty room. Only a few servers. "Ah. No one's here. Don't know if that's better or worse..."
He wandered in, eyeing the room. It was warm, but fancy-looking. The food smelled and looked great. Do NOT sit in the thrones, I swear to-
Blair squashed down the foolish, but fun-sounding impulse. He picked at some of the food, glancing at the doorway a few times. It was rather quiet, he thought.
He wouldn't sit yet, he thought. Bit weird. He continued to circle the room, just looking around.
Zariel
رئيس الملائكة
Kazan
The market smelled of burning incense and freshly harvested cabbage.
Kazan wrapped his tattered black cloak around his sculpted, tanned body and clenched his fists at his sides. As he travelled through the streets, each of his steps demanded respect—a prideful gait. His darker skin, savage appearance and the monstrous white wolfskin sitting firmly atop his head drew all eyes towards him. The skimpily clad women and overdramatic rowdy men crowding the streets all silenced and stepped aside when Kazan passed, making it seem as if the slayer was already walking down an invisible royal carpet.
Though Kazan was in a new environment, he felt allured by the latent magic buzzing all around him. It served to provide little comfort in this place full of eager wantons and flamboyant males. He passed a stand with dozens of woven baskets filled to the brim with exotic and finely scented flowers, picked from the corners of the earth. The Shadowreaver wasn't much of a flower person, but he spent a lot of time in the wild, through the side of his eye he recognized some of the colourful plants to be of Oblivi origin.
"Care for a gift to match the blue sky? I guarantee that it will woo the woman of your dreams," asked the pretty blond she-merchant, leaning forward just enough to give a clear view of her cleavage. "For you, I'll trade a cerulean Dragonsbane for a single gold coin, or perhaps the seed of a Gambi tree... or maybe for the slightest hint of your affection. I'm flexible."
Kazan stopped in his tracks and smiled at the woman as she shot him a wink, her flirtatious attempts were credible but not nearly enough to garner his interest.
"Blue is not really my colour. I prefer crimson red, like the colour of blood!" when Kazan uttered the word of the fluid that courses through every living soul, he spoke with pure passion, that startled the woman and caused her to tumble back against the wall. Without another word, the white-haired slayer continued onward. He passed a stand covered in purple pear-like fruits. Yumyum fruit—another commodity originating from Oblivi. A child was selling the fruits. For some unknown reason, that minor fact made Kazan subtly shake his head.
For the rest of the way, Kazan travelled to his destination without further letting himself be distracted. When he arrived at the castle gates, he stopped and stood, admiring the massive fortress before him. The space around him was more open, letting the vigorous wind flourish his cloak behind him like a cape. Kazan walked towards the massive entrance, approaching the two guards on either side. When he stepped within two feet of them, they both simultaneously bared their fangs at him, a symbol of their lineage. A smirk curved Kazan's lips, and he threw one arm across his chest to salute the two. They were two soldiers, worthy enough to be held in high esteem.
Upon entering the castle, a servant escorted Kazan through the giant hallways. They must've been walking for, at least, ten minutes; the castle had a vast network of paths. Eventually, Kazan arrived at the Slayer's Hall, where a meeting was due to take place. Much to his surprise, there was another already here and unaccompanied. A thin, fair-skinned man with platinum-blond hair that fell to one side. While Kazan observed him wandering around the room, the servant at the entrance to the hall introduced him.
"The next to arrive, Kazan Shadowreaver, of Oblivi!"
Kazan wrapped his tattered black cloak around his sculpted, tanned body and clenched his fists at his sides. As he travelled through the streets, each of his steps demanded respect—a prideful gait. His darker skin, savage appearance and the monstrous white wolfskin sitting firmly atop his head drew all eyes towards him. The skimpily clad women and overdramatic rowdy men crowding the streets all silenced and stepped aside when Kazan passed, making it seem as if the slayer was already walking down an invisible royal carpet.
Though Kazan was in a new environment, he felt allured by the latent magic buzzing all around him. It served to provide little comfort in this place full of eager wantons and flamboyant males. He passed a stand with dozens of woven baskets filled to the brim with exotic and finely scented flowers, picked from the corners of the earth. The Shadowreaver wasn't much of a flower person, but he spent a lot of time in the wild, through the side of his eye he recognized some of the colourful plants to be of Oblivi origin.
"Care for a gift to match the blue sky? I guarantee that it will woo the woman of your dreams," asked the pretty blond she-merchant, leaning forward just enough to give a clear view of her cleavage. "For you, I'll trade a cerulean Dragonsbane for a single gold coin, or perhaps the seed of a Gambi tree... or maybe for the slightest hint of your affection. I'm flexible."
Kazan stopped in his tracks and smiled at the woman as she shot him a wink, her flirtatious attempts were credible but not nearly enough to garner his interest.
"Blue is not really my colour. I prefer crimson red, like the colour of blood!" when Kazan uttered the word of the fluid that courses through every living soul, he spoke with pure passion, that startled the woman and caused her to tumble back against the wall. Without another word, the white-haired slayer continued onward. He passed a stand covered in purple pear-like fruits. Yumyum fruit—another commodity originating from Oblivi. A child was selling the fruits. For some unknown reason, that minor fact made Kazan subtly shake his head.
For the rest of the way, Kazan travelled to his destination without further letting himself be distracted. When he arrived at the castle gates, he stopped and stood, admiring the massive fortress before him. The space around him was more open, letting the vigorous wind flourish his cloak behind him like a cape. Kazan walked towards the massive entrance, approaching the two guards on either side. When he stepped within two feet of them, they both simultaneously bared their fangs at him, a symbol of their lineage. A smirk curved Kazan's lips, and he threw one arm across his chest to salute the two. They were two soldiers, worthy enough to be held in high esteem.
Upon entering the castle, a servant escorted Kazan through the giant hallways. They must've been walking for, at least, ten minutes; the castle had a vast network of paths. Eventually, Kazan arrived at the Slayer's Hall, where a meeting was due to take place. Much to his surprise, there was another already here and unaccompanied. A thin, fair-skinned man with platinum-blond hair that fell to one side. While Kazan observed him wandering around the room, the servant at the entrance to the hall introduced him.
"The next to arrive, Kazan Shadowreaver, of Oblivi!"
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Simple_Traveler
Amateur Wordsmith
Theodoric Kraldinov
I'm not suppose to be here,
The thought repeated over and over in Theodoric's head as the fledgling lord made his way through the bustling streets of Rose. Following behind like shadows were a quartet of guards, uniforms bearing the Kraldinov's coat-of-arms. They watched the surrounding citizens like hawks ready to tear apart any unfortunate soul that wondered to close to their lord. Luckily everyone seemed to take the hint and kept their distance though a few threw uneasy looks at the small entourage as they passed by. Silvery white eyes fixed straight ahead towards the castle, Theo wore a mask of cold indifference looking for all the world that the situation wasn't getting to him. I'm not suppose to be here,
That he didn't feel out of place.
Didn't feel like some kind of imposture.
Yet despite his best efforts that feeling had latched onto Theo's mind. And it didn't look like it was letting go anytime soon.
Just a year ago the lord's life was very, very different. Back then he was only the second son, ignored by nearly everyone in favor of his older brother who they swore up and down was destined to propel the Kraldinov name to loftier heights. Then without warning Devanii was disowned and cast out. There were questions, of course, but Theo's parents never even alluded to their reasons. It was a secret they wound up taking to their graves.
At the thought of their deaths Theo furrowed his brow slightly. Lord and Lady Kraldinov died in quick succession a mere five months ago yet he felt absolutely nothing. His younger sisters, Gwenavere and Fiona, had been devastated by the deaths but he didn't feel an ounce of grief. At first Theo believed something was wrong with him. It was natural for a child to grieve for the loss of their parents , yes? Then he gave it some more thought and realized he never truly felt much for his mother and father. It was appropriate, he supposed. They never seemed to care about him, why should he care about them?
Now Theo was the head of the Kraldinovs, the "Lord of the Northern Winds", and the burden of leadership fell upon his shoulders. A burden he honestly don't know if he could handle. Then to add on top of it all the fledgling lord is summoned at the behest of the King himself to Terra as one of the representative of Oblivi meant to assist a group of Slayers in hunting down various powerful monsters. Deities help him get through this with his life and sanity intact.
Suddenly Theo is jolted out of his thoughts when he felt a leather clad hand tap his shoulder.
"Mi'lord, we've arrived," one of his guards spoke softly. Theo blinked and finally paid attention to his surroundings. Indeed, they were at the castle. Looking back at his guards the lord gave a nod of dismissal which the armed men returned with a stiff salute before slipping into the crowds. Taking a deep, cleansing breath Theo entered the castle pausing only to acknowledge the two Oblivi guards before following a red carpet to where he assumed the meeting would take place. The lord was just approaching the entryway when he heard a female voice ring out.
"The next to arrive, Kazan Shadowreaver, of Oblivi!"
A Shadowreaver? Here? Theo's eyes widened slightly. Weren't most of them dead? An uncomfortable tingle arced down his spine as he walked through the entryway. The other two in the room caught the ice mage's attention; a heavily tattooed youth and a monster of a man in a dramatic black cloak. Ah, that must be him, Theo eyed the man for a split second before striding purposefully to an unoccupied chair. Upon taking a seat the lord reached into one of the inner pockets of his silken robes and pulled out a leather bound book. May as well keep himself occupied until the others got there.
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✧☽ 𝒹 𝓇 𝑒 𝒶 𝓂 𝒾 𝓃 𝑔 ☾✧
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Heavenchi
✧"a wondering mind."✧
K H A L
"Imperial princess, we must be on our way," insisted a very stressed eunuch, dressed in all black.
"In due time," retorted a caramel-colored woman of average height, eyes locked on an array of pastries at a stand.
"It's an honor to s-serve you," stuttered the stand owner, as he stared at the pouch of money that dangled at the princess's side.
"The pleasure is all mine, this and that please," Khal responded half-heartily, her mouth-watering in anticipation. With unbridled excitement, the stand owner wrapped two large biscuits in paper and handed it to the princess. Without even hearing the price, Khal dropped ten gold pieces down on the table and scurried away. With widen eyes, the owner quickly pocketed the money, it was a month's profit.
"Princess, now you know you paid to much," whined the manservant as he hurried behind the empress to be.
"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Khal, or if you insist on titles, Lady Odette," snapped Khal as she ran down the crooked stone paths to the Capital's Castle. With a huff, the eunuch complied.
"Lady Odette, why didn't you take a carriage? These paths are filthy, you're much to pure for this!" stated the Eunuch with exasperation as they came to a standstill. With an eye roll, Khal turned to fully face her childhood servant.
"I'll be going on a year-long adventure that will eventually take me into the wilderness. If I can't handle a little capital dirt then I shouldn't be a slayer," stated the brown-eyed mage in a matter of fact tone. With a nod, the eunuch didn't disagree.
"Now then, shall we continue?" inquired Khal, not bothering to wait for an answer before turning around and dashing away. After a few minutes of running, the two arrived at a large formidable castle with two guards at the entrance. However, what truly caught Khal's attention was the landscaping. It was remarkable, shrubs were shaped in perfect circles, the grass freshly trimmed, and the flowers that decorated the pathway to the entrance were in full bloom. It was so immaculate, Khal couldn't help but assume the gardener was an Erynandian. With a light slap to both cheeks, Khal focused her gaze to the guards.
"Good day," Khal said in greeting to the Castle's guards before making her way forward. They bowed in response, but Khal paid them no second thought. Her focus was on the gathering of slayers that was about to occur. Would she make a good impression? Would they impress her? So many questions preoccupied the mage's mind that before she knew it, she had made it inside the castle and at the meeting hall's entry.
"This is where we part ways. I love you Kai, and remember to avoid the Empress like the plague when you return," instructed Khal in a hushed voice before kissing the man's forehead and handing him a handful of gold coins along with her snacks.
"I can't accept this, my lady you-"
But before he could say anymore, Khal's back was already turned to him.
"Imperial Crown Princess of Yystania, Khal Odette Adler has arrived!"
In sync with her introduction, the caramel-colored woman of average height walked in. Golden beads adorned her forehead, highlighting the flat twists that led to her voluminous coily fro. In addition to head jewelry, Khal wore golden earrings. Representation of Yystania. Although Khal's status was just announced, her attire would've given it away. Dressed in high-quality torso armor that covered the golden dress underneath which matched her armor's highlights, Khal's noble status was a given. In addition, draped upon her shoulders was a white and beige fur cape that dragged the floor. A costly piece of gear. However, on the cape's end there was a light brown tinge, a hint to her previous adventure in the streets of Rose.
"Greetings," Khal said softly, giving a small curtsy to the entire room.
"I will be your support mage during this campaign, I will do my utmost to ensure we all return safely," Khal announced smoothly. Once she said her peace, she walked towards the golden throne assigned to her. The servant nearby pulled it out before pushing it in once Khal was seated. With a light wave of her hand, the servant poured her wine in an expensive goblet. After taking the cup, Khal noticed she was shaking, a scowl forming on her face. Though her voice was sturdy, her body betrayed her. Khal could only imagine what her father would say if he saw such etiquette. With a slight shake of her head, Khal took a sip of wine and focused her gaze on the dragon's head above the liquor barrels to calm her nerves. This was going to be one hell of a journey.
Ace Cream
Frozen Pooppy
"Regarding the king's offer, I decided to send my apprentice instead." Arnold Nightwielder, a veteran middle aged slayer whose well-known as The Mad Spine among the inhabitant of Oblivia was talking to another man inside his cozy office.
"Wait, what. You want to send the homunculi? She's just a prototype right? The project is still ongoing. Will she even able to maintain herself out there?" The man across Arnold was the king's representative whose tasked to confirm Nightwielder's participation at incoming campaign at Terra.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I already teached her some neat formulas so she can make her own medications just fine." Arnold waved his hand to dismiss the other man's inquiries.
"Besides, she inherits Number Zero's magical talent. She's far from ripe, but I want to see how far can she go without me. Ehehe. YOU HEAR THAT, YURIA?! DON'T DISAPPOINT THIS OLD ME, ALLRIGHT?" Arnold's shouting seems to cause a reaction at the office's door. It rattled for a brief moment before the door creaked open and a timid-looking woman entered the room. She eyed the veteran slayer whose also had been her father and her mentor figure for the past fifteen years. Yuria 'Nightwielder' simply replied with a nod.
YURIA NIGHTWIELDER
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Yuria woke up inside a room in an inn. She glanced around, making sure that the event she just experienced was just a dream. The girl was sitting on the bed while leaning against the wall, her left hand was currently put inside the cage where a leech as big as her own head was enjoying the blood from her wrist.
She felt dizzy and she really shouldn't fall unconscious while feeding Ruby. Fortunately she seemed to only sleep for three minutes so the leech hadn't had enough time to suck her dry. Today, she would go into the castle and she didn't want to risk Ruby going feral around another human so she fed it early. A full-bellied Ruby would spent its time sleeping so she wouldn't need to worry.
"Meal time over." Yuria whispered a brief chant and Ruby the giant leech jolted away from her hand as if it just touched fire.
Acidic blood gushing from the open wound caused by the leech. The wound didn't gives any pain, only a dull weakening sensation, almost felts like a lullaby. Left alone, the anti-coagulant inside the leech's saliva would bleed her to death. However, Yuria easily stop the bleeding by crystallizing the blood around the open wound. Feeding Ruby would also make her considerably paler until she can recover her blood. She then proceed by wrapping bandages around the wound and drank a recovery potion to make her healing faster, though even after fully healed the wound would left a visible scar.
Packing her gears, Yuria closed the cage that she use to keep Ruby in and drapped a cloth over the cage. Not everyone like the sight of a monster, even if Ruby was only a D-rank. She checked out from the inn and headed towards the castle. She greeted the soldiers at the gate by flashing a bright smile, letting her fangs displayed at full view. The guards nodded and let her in.
"Yuria Nightwielder of Oblivi has arrived!"
Welcomed by the maid's greeting. Yuria glanced around the room and gaves her smile to whoever met her eyes. The room was spacious and while there's still not many people sitting around the table yet, the servants seemed to be ready for anything. The various foods on the table caught her attention. She wasn't hungry, really, but after feeding Ruby she would need to eat a handful to help her compensate the blood loss. She took an unoccupied seat next to the throne provided for Oblivi's crown prince and started eating some beef steaks.
"Wait, what. You want to send the homunculi? She's just a prototype right? The project is still ongoing. Will she even able to maintain herself out there?" The man across Arnold was the king's representative whose tasked to confirm Nightwielder's participation at incoming campaign at Terra.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I already teached her some neat formulas so she can make her own medications just fine." Arnold waved his hand to dismiss the other man's inquiries.
"Besides, she inherits Number Zero's magical talent. She's far from ripe, but I want to see how far can she go without me. Ehehe. YOU HEAR THAT, YURIA?! DON'T DISAPPOINT THIS OLD ME, ALLRIGHT?" Arnold's shouting seems to cause a reaction at the office's door. It rattled for a brief moment before the door creaked open and a timid-looking woman entered the room. She eyed the veteran slayer whose also had been her father and her mentor figure for the past fifteen years. Yuria 'Nightwielder' simply replied with a nod.
YURIA NIGHTWIELDER
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Yuria woke up inside a room in an inn. She glanced around, making sure that the event she just experienced was just a dream. The girl was sitting on the bed while leaning against the wall, her left hand was currently put inside the cage where a leech as big as her own head was enjoying the blood from her wrist.
She felt dizzy and she really shouldn't fall unconscious while feeding Ruby. Fortunately she seemed to only sleep for three minutes so the leech hadn't had enough time to suck her dry. Today, she would go into the castle and she didn't want to risk Ruby going feral around another human so she fed it early. A full-bellied Ruby would spent its time sleeping so she wouldn't need to worry.
"Meal time over." Yuria whispered a brief chant and Ruby the giant leech jolted away from her hand as if it just touched fire.
Acidic blood gushing from the open wound caused by the leech. The wound didn't gives any pain, only a dull weakening sensation, almost felts like a lullaby. Left alone, the anti-coagulant inside the leech's saliva would bleed her to death. However, Yuria easily stop the bleeding by crystallizing the blood around the open wound. Feeding Ruby would also make her considerably paler until she can recover her blood. She then proceed by wrapping bandages around the wound and drank a recovery potion to make her healing faster, though even after fully healed the wound would left a visible scar.
Packing her gears, Yuria closed the cage that she use to keep Ruby in and drapped a cloth over the cage. Not everyone like the sight of a monster, even if Ruby was only a D-rank. She checked out from the inn and headed towards the castle. She greeted the soldiers at the gate by flashing a bright smile, letting her fangs displayed at full view. The guards nodded and let her in.
"Yuria Nightwielder of Oblivi has arrived!"
Welcomed by the maid's greeting. Yuria glanced around the room and gaves her smile to whoever met her eyes. The room was spacious and while there's still not many people sitting around the table yet, the servants seemed to be ready for anything. The various foods on the table caught her attention. She wasn't hungry, really, but after feeding Ruby she would need to eat a handful to help her compensate the blood loss. She took an unoccupied seat next to the throne provided for Oblivi's crown prince and started eating some beef steaks.
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Kwayzar
The One and Only BREAD PRIEST!!!
Soutien lays silent standing before his late wife's shrine, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he breaks the silence.
"Aether still hasn't woken up, but the docter says his condition is getting better. Oh and today's the day I join the slayers, so this will probably be the last time I can do this in a while."
A tear drips down his cheek, and his voice wavers, "By time I come back I'll have satisfied my rage and I'll be able to fill the role of Aether's father once again."
Soutien wipes his tears away when he hears a knock at the door and takes a deep breath and goes to open it, and before him is the woman he hired to be Aether's caretaker while he was gone.
"Hello Mr. Nor-ma, it's a pleasure to be here."
"Good morning Cassie, again thank you for doing this for me. The payment for the whole time I'm gone will be laying on the table, I'll be leaving in a few. Make yourself at home."
Cassie nods as Sou leaves for Aether's room and sits down on the side of his bed, solemnly staring at his son. With a voice full of determination Sou speaks.
"By time you're awake you'll be surprised a just how strong you old man has become."
Sou ruffles his hair as he stands up smiling, he returns to his room with pride in his steps and readys up for the journey ahead. Putting on his coat, tightening his armour, equipping his rings, and finally grabing his sword.
Finally being ready Soutien leaves from his house heading in the direction of the Counil Castle. He comes upon the walk way filled with various people, men maning stalls to women trying to seduce influential. Luckly for Sou since hes not exactly a slayer nor recognizable hes not being bothered all too much aside from the few stalls wanting to make a sale. Walking down the path a few stalls catch his interest selling some rare and extraordinary materials, although he has no need for materials where he'll be going it still pains him to not see what they have but nonetheless he keeps moving forward. Down the stone pathway he can see the exquisite Castle that the slayers are meeting in for the "True Campaign".
Making his way down he greets the Obliva guards and sees a servant waiting the entrance gesturing for Sou to follow. The servant hadn't spoken one bit on they walk through the Castle, giving Sou time to think, he needed to befriend them if he wanted too gain the necessary strength. In order to achieve this a strong first impression is invaluable, so he'll need to be on the look out for an opportunity. Before he knew it he was already at the entrance to the room of the others.
"Soutien Nor-ma of Terra has arrived!"
Remembering his etiquette Soutien salutes renowned people,"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance today."
Finishing his greeting, Sou makes his way to the table and takes a seat grabbing a glass of wine holding onto the wedding rings hanging from his neck.
"Aether still hasn't woken up, but the docter says his condition is getting better. Oh and today's the day I join the slayers, so this will probably be the last time I can do this in a while."
A tear drips down his cheek, and his voice wavers, "By time I come back I'll have satisfied my rage and I'll be able to fill the role of Aether's father once again."
Soutien wipes his tears away when he hears a knock at the door and takes a deep breath and goes to open it, and before him is the woman he hired to be Aether's caretaker while he was gone.
"Hello Mr. Nor-ma, it's a pleasure to be here."
"Good morning Cassie, again thank you for doing this for me. The payment for the whole time I'm gone will be laying on the table, I'll be leaving in a few. Make yourself at home."
Cassie nods as Sou leaves for Aether's room and sits down on the side of his bed, solemnly staring at his son. With a voice full of determination Sou speaks.
"By time you're awake you'll be surprised a just how strong you old man has become."
Sou ruffles his hair as he stands up smiling, he returns to his room with pride in his steps and readys up for the journey ahead. Putting on his coat, tightening his armour, equipping his rings, and finally grabing his sword.
Finally being ready Soutien leaves from his house heading in the direction of the Counil Castle. He comes upon the walk way filled with various people, men maning stalls to women trying to seduce influential. Luckly for Sou since hes not exactly a slayer nor recognizable hes not being bothered all too much aside from the few stalls wanting to make a sale. Walking down the path a few stalls catch his interest selling some rare and extraordinary materials, although he has no need for materials where he'll be going it still pains him to not see what they have but nonetheless he keeps moving forward. Down the stone pathway he can see the exquisite Castle that the slayers are meeting in for the "True Campaign".
Making his way down he greets the Obliva guards and sees a servant waiting the entrance gesturing for Sou to follow. The servant hadn't spoken one bit on they walk through the Castle, giving Sou time to think, he needed to befriend them if he wanted too gain the necessary strength. In order to achieve this a strong first impression is invaluable, so he'll need to be on the look out for an opportunity. Before he knew it he was already at the entrance to the room of the others.
"Soutien Nor-ma of Terra has arrived!"
Remembering his etiquette Soutien salutes renowned people,"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance today."
Finishing his greeting, Sou makes his way to the table and takes a seat grabbing a glass of wine holding onto the wedding rings hanging from his neck.
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Some parts of the home are made of stone, some of wood. It is surrounded by foreign flora that Mr. Runeveld had transported and planted. The mansion did not have servants, not because the Runevelds couldn't afford the extra help but they wanted to save money for more important things such as healing equipment for Mrs. Runeveld. Herbs and other materials for Mr. Runeveld. Slayer equipment and miscellaneous for Auberi. It was usually a quiet and calm place, and many who had the pleasure of being there know that they can hear even a small coin drop.
However, today was an important day, and there was good reason as to why the home was bustling. In the mansion's large dining hall, laid out on a big, rectangular, wooden dining table with a royal blue tablecloth surrounded by wooden chairs, were delicate-looking ceramic plates and glistening silver-ware. There were also many delicious dishes neatly put on the table; aromatic soups and mouth-watering desserts.
"So Aubie, what are your thoughts on the 'True Campaign'? Isn't it exciting? a REAL slayer quest! Joining you are esteemed nobles, legends, and royals, especially our very own Imperial Highness, oh my!" said a tall, cheerful woman wearing an almost pure-white robe with golden lining. She was cooking a savory dish in the mansion's kitchen which was near the dining area, filling both rooms with a scrumptious scent. A silver-haired young man sitting at the end of the table, looking very bored, nodded quietly. The woman, Rose Maria Runeveld, sighed. "Auberi...Alfred and I know that ever since one of the imperial officials noticed your powers and started you on the path of a slayer, you haven't been enjoying it."
"Well, I obviously had a different vision for my life than being a monster-slayer, but it is what it is. It's better than being jailed up forever," murmured Auberi Argyris. He carefully picked up his ceramic plate and went around the table, picking up the foods that he wanted onto his plate.
"Now, now, don't take too much. Remember the party in the evening? A celebration in your honor, so save some for the guests and my adventuring guild, you know they eat a lot." Giggling, Rose Maria continued to cook. Auberi went back to his chair and sat down. He started to eat his plate full of a mixture of all the dishes, quietly.
A man sitting at the dining table with an eyepatch opposite from Auberi said, "I say I'm still disappointed about how the kingdom handled this. You were sixteen and they were willing to incarcerate you, if you refused? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous! I truly do understand how you feel, Junebug. But know this, we, your parents are proud that you are representing Yystania in this dangerous campaign."
Auberi cringed a little bit at the comment but he knew what Mr. Runeveld, his adoptive father, was trying to convey to him. That they were proud. He laughed between bites, "It's not like I was given a choice."
After he finished eating, Auberi donned on his faded-red slayer jacket and the rest of his usual slaying outfit. No need to dress fancy. He grabbed his much-beloved bone sword, some medicinal herbs, potions that he prepared for the supposedly year and a half journey, and the kingdom-sent mechanical hand-gizmos that amplified his wind-magic. It seemed like the time with his parents ended as soon as it began and Auberi found himself waving goodbye, maybe for the last time. What a crazy thought, hopefully not haha. "Do send the Imperial Highness our regards!" "Yes, please do son."
He reached Terra and it was surprisingly quiet, but it was at Rose's marketplace where all the noise had gathered. It was packed for sure, and many tempting items were up for sale. Though, Auberi knew that he shouldn't. I can always come back later. He tried to keep a low profile but many of the common people below surely noticed him flying and gaped at him. "Look that must be the Windweaver!" "What a majestic sight!" "It's that Quicksilver!"
He didn't really care if he was popular with the public or not, nevertheless he flashed a small smile at the people and politely waved at them in the air. It was a good idea to be above ground as a huge crowd was being held back from the heavily-guarded Council Castle's entrance. Nearing the entryway, Auberi slowly glided down and landed on the ground. The white and black-robed soldiers, unmistakably of Oblivi descent, guarding, apparently knew that he was a member of the "True Campaign," and didn't mind at all when he went through the already open door. A castle servant told him to follow the bold, red carpet.
Auberi gasped quietly when he came to the large room. The room was very dressed up. Tapestries and gold thrones, the Runeveld residence wouldn't be able to hold a candle to this one single room. Aside from the decoration and objects, there were already a lot of slayers, most of them...light-haired like him. Auberi shouldn't have been surprised. While there aren't a lot of silver or similar-haired people like him where he lives, the "True Campaign" party is composed of people from anywhere in Eterna. It was a must that there be combined forces in order to defeat the growing monster panic.
He started to feel uncomfortable but he quickly put the feeling aside and put on his serious mask. Remember why you're here. It seemed like a lot of them had arrived, Auberi was relieved and sure that he wasn't late or the last one to arrive as there weren't enough people, excluding the servants, to fill in the chairs around the huge table.
He scanned the room to see if he could find somebody familiar, but before he could go on any further with his search, an obviously tired maid recognized him and shouted, "Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
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The Runevelds were not at all of royal or noble blood. However, they are very wealthy but their large wealth was accumulated through hard work and honest means. Their residence is a beautiful, two-story dark-blue mansion that is located in the barren, desert-like initial lands of Yystania, far away from the crowded areas of the kingdom.
Some parts of the home are made of stone, some of wood. It is surrounded by foreign flora that Mr. Runeveld had transported and planted. The mansion did not have servants, not because the Runevelds couldn't afford the extra help but they wanted to save money for more important things such as healing equipment for Mrs. Runeveld. Herbs and other materials for Mr. Runeveld. Slayer equipment and miscellaneous for Auberi. It was usually a quiet and calm place, and many who had the pleasure of being there know that they can hear even a small coin drop.
However, today was an important day, and there was good reason as to why the home was bustling. In the mansion's large dining hall, laid out on a big, rectangular, wooden dining table with a royal blue tablecloth surrounded by wooden chairs, were delicate-looking ceramic plates and glistening silver-ware. There were also many delicious dishes neatly put on the table; aromatic soups and mouth-watering desserts.
"So Aubie, what are your thoughts on the 'True Campaign'? Isn't it exciting? a REAL slayer quest! Joining you are esteemed nobles, legends, and royals, especially our very own Imperial Highness, oh my!" said a tall, cheerful woman wearing an almost pure-white robe with golden lining. She was cooking a savory dish in the mansion's kitchen which was near the dining area, filling both rooms with a scrumptious scent. A silver-haired young man sitting at the end of the table, looking very bored, nodded quietly. The woman, Rose Maria Runeveld, sighed. "Auberi...Alfred and I know that ever since one of the imperial officials noticed your powers and started you on the path of a slayer, you haven't been enjoying it."
"Well, I obviously had a different vision for my life than being a monster-slayer, but it is what it is. It's better than being jailed up forever," murmured Auberi Argyris. He carefully picked up his ceramic plate and went around the table, picking up the foods that he wanted onto his plate.
"Now, now, don't take too much. Remember the party in the evening? A celebration in your honor, so save some for the guests and my adventuring guild, you know they eat a lot." Giggling, Rose Maria continued to cook. Auberi went back to his chair and sat down. He started to eat his plate full of a mixture of all the dishes, quietly.
A man sitting at the dining table with an eyepatch opposite from Auberi said, "I say I'm still disappointed about how the kingdom handled this. You were sixteen and they were willing to incarcerate you, if you refused? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous! I truly do understand how you feel, Junebug. But know this, we, your parents are proud that you are representing Yystania in this dangerous campaign."
Auberi cringed a little bit at the comment but he knew what Mr. Runeveld, his adoptive father, was trying to convey to him. That they were proud. He laughed between bites, "It's not like I was given a choice."
After he finished eating, Auberi donned on his faded-red slayer jacket and the rest of his usual slaying outfit. No need to dress fancy. He grabbed his much-beloved bone sword, some medicinal herbs, potions that he prepared for the supposedly year and a half journey, and the kingdom-sent mechanical hand-gizmos that amplified his wind-magic. It seemed like the time with his parents ended as soon as it began and Auberi found himself waving goodbye, maybe for the last time. What a crazy thought, hopefully not haha. "Do send the Imperial Highness our regards!" "Yes, please do son."
...
Auberi gave himself a good distance before going up in the sky. He knew Terra was far from where they lived, Rose itself was a huge distance away. Flying normally, would make him very late and be an embarrassment not only to himself but to the other important members of the campaign. Securing all of his items from flying away, he gusted away full blast.
He reached Terra and it was surprisingly quiet, but it was at Rose's marketplace where all the noise had gathered. It was packed for sure, and many tempting items were up for sale. Though, Auberi knew that he shouldn't. I can always come back later. He tried to keep a low profile but many of the common people below surely noticed him flying and gaped at him. "Look that must be the Windweaver!" "What a majestic sight!" "It's that Quicksilver!"
He didn't really care if he was popular with the public or not, nevertheless he flashed a small smile at the people and politely waved at them in the air. It was a good idea to be above ground as a huge crowd was being held back from the heavily-guarded Council Castle's entrance. Nearing the entryway, Auberi slowly glided down and landed on the ground. The white and black-robed soldiers, unmistakably of Oblivi descent, guarding, apparently knew that he was a member of the "True Campaign," and didn't mind at all when he went through the already open door. A castle servant told him to follow the bold, red carpet.
Auberi gasped quietly when he came to the large room. The room was very dressed up. Tapestries and gold thrones, the Runeveld residence wouldn't be able to hold a candle to this one single room. Aside from the decoration and objects, there were already a lot of slayers, most of them...light-haired like him. Auberi shouldn't have been surprised. While there aren't a lot of silver or similar-haired people like him where he lives, the "True Campaign" party is composed of people from anywhere in Eterna. It was a must that there be combined forces in order to defeat the growing monster panic.
He started to feel uncomfortable but he quickly put the feeling aside and put on his serious mask. Remember why you're here. It seemed like a lot of them had arrived, Auberi was relieved and sure that he wasn't late or the last one to arrive as there weren't enough people, excluding the servants, to fill in the chairs around the huge table.
He scanned the room to see if he could find somebody familiar, but before he could go on any further with his search, an obviously tired maid recognized him and shouted, "Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
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The Runevelds were not at all of royal or noble blood. However, they are very wealthy but their large wealth was accumulated through hard work and honest means. Their residence is a beautiful, two-story dark-blue mansion that is located in the barren, desert-like initial lands of Yystania, far away from the crowded areas of the kingdom.Some parts of the home are made of stone, some of wood. It is surrounded by foreign flora that Mr. Runeveld had transported and planted. The mansion did not have servants, not because the Runevelds couldn't afford the extra help but they wanted to save money for more important things such as healing equipment for Mrs. Runeveld. Herbs and other materials for Mr. Runeveld. Slayer equipment and miscellaneous for Auberi. It was usually a quiet and calm place, and many who had the pleasure of being there know that they can hear even a small coin drop.
However, today was an important day, and there was good reason as to why the home was bustling. In the mansion's large dining hall, laid out on a big, rectangular, wooden dining table with a royal blue tablecloth surrounded by wooden chairs, were delicate-looking ceramic plates and glistening silver-ware. There were also many delicious dishes neatly put on the table; aromatic soups and mouth-watering desserts.
"So Aubie, what are your thoughts on the 'True Campaign'? Isn't it exciting? a REAL slayer quest! Joining you are esteemed nobles, legends, and royals, especially our very own Imperial Highness, oh my!" said a tall, cheerful woman wearing an almost pure-white robe with golden lining. She was cooking a savory dish in the mansion's kitchen which was near the dining area, filling both rooms with a scrumptious scent. A silver-haired young man sitting at the end of the table, looking very bored, nodded quietly. The woman, Rose Maria Runeveld, sighed. "Auberi...Alfred and I know that ever since one of the imperial officials noticed your powers and started you on the path of a slayer, you haven't been enjoying it."
"Well, I obviously had a different vision for my life than being a monster-slayer, but it is what it is. It's better than being jailed up forever," murmured Auberi Argyris. He carefully picked up his ceramic plate and went around the table, picking up the foods that he wanted onto his plate.
"Now, now, don't take too much. Remember the party in the evening? A celebration in your honor, so save some for the guests and my adventuring guild, you know they eat a lot." Giggling, Rose Maria continued to cook. Auberi went back to his chair and sat down. He started to eat his plate full of a mixture of all the dishes, quietly.
A man sitting at the dining table with an eyepatch opposite from Auberi said, "I say I'm still disappointed about how the kingdom handled this. You were sixteen and they were willing to incarcerate you, if you refused? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous! I truly do understand how you feel, Junebug. But know this, we, your parents are proud that you are representing Yystania in this dangerous campaign."
Auberi cringed a little bit at the comment but he knew what Mr. Runeveld, his adoptive father, was trying to convey to him. That they were proud. He laughed between bites, "It's not like I was given a choice."
After he finished eating, Auberi donned on his faded-red slayer jacket and the rest of his usual slaying outfit. No need to dress fancy. He grabbed his much-beloved bone sword, some medicinal herbs, potions that he prepared for the supposedly year and a half journey, and the kingdom-sent mechanical hand-gizmos that amplified his wind-magic. It seemed like the time with his parents ended as soon as it began and Auberi found himself waving goodbye, maybe for the last time. What a crazy thought, hopefully not haha. "Do send the Imperial Highness our regards!" "Yes, please do son."
...
Auberi gave himself a good distance before going up in the sky. He knew Terra was far from where they lived, Rose itself was a huge distance away. Flying normally, would make him very late and be an embarrassment not only to himself but to the other important members of the campaign. Securing all of his items from flying away, he gusted away full blast.He reached Terra and it was surprisingly quiet, but it was at Rose's marketplace where all the noise had gathered. It was packed for sure, and many tempting items were up for sale. Though, Auberi knew that he shouldn't. I can always come back later. He tried to keep a low profile but many of the common people below surely noticed him flying and gaped at him. "Look that must be the Windweaver!" "What a majestic sight!" "It's that Quicksilver!"
He didn't really care if he was popular with the public or not, nevertheless he flashed a small smile at the people and politely waved at them in the air. It was a good idea to be above ground as a huge crowd was being held back from the heavily-guarded Council Castle's entrance. Nearing the entryway, Auberi slowly glided down and landed on the ground. The white and black-robed soldiers, unmistakably of Oblivi descent, guarding, apparently knew that he was a member of the "True Campaign," and didn't mind at all when he went through the already open door. A castle servant told him to follow the bold, red carpet.
Auberi gasped quietly when he came to the large room. The room was very dressed up. Tapestries and gold thrones, the Runeveld residence wouldn't be able to hold a candle to this one single room. Aside from the decoration and objects, there were already a lot of slayers, most of them...light-haired like him. Auberi shouldn't have been surprised. While there aren't a lot of silver or similar-haired people like him where he lives, the "True Campaign" party is composed of people from anywhere in Eterna. It was a must that there be combined forces in order to defeat the growing monster panic.
He started to feel uncomfortable but he quickly put the feeling aside and put on his serious mask. Remember why you're here. It seemed like a lot of them had arrived, Auberi was relieved and sure that he wasn't late or the last one to arrive as there weren't enough people, excluding the servants, to fill in the chairs around the huge table.
He scanned the room to see if he could find somebody familiar, but before he could go on any further with his search, an obviously tired maid recognized him and shouted, "Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
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The Runevelds were not at all of royal or noble blood. However, they are very wealthy but their large wealth was accumulated through hard work and honest means. Their residence is a beautiful, two-story dark-blue mansion that is located in the barren, desert-like initial lands of Yystania, far away from the crowded areas of the kingdom.
Some parts of the home are made of stone, some of wood. It is surrounded by foreign flora that Mr. Runeveld had transported and planted. The mansion did not have servants, not because the Runevelds couldn't afford the extra help but they wanted to save money for more important things such as healing equipment for Mrs. Runeveld. Herbs and other materials for Mr. Runeveld. Slayer equipment and miscellaneous for Auberi. It was usually a quiet and calm place, and many who had the pleasure of being there know that they can hear even a small coin drop.
However, today was an important day, and there was good reason as to why the home was bustling. In the mansion's large dining hall, laid out on a big, rectangular, wooden dining table with a royal blue tablecloth surrounded by wooden chairs, were delicate-looking ceramic plates and glistening silver-ware. There were also many delicious dishes neatly put on the table; aromatic soups and mouth-watering desserts.
"So Aubie, what are your thoughts on the 'True Campaign'? Isn't it exciting? a REAL slayer quest! Joining you are esteemed nobles, legends, and royals, especially our very own Imperial Highness, oh my!" said a tall, cheerful woman wearing an almost pure-white robe with golden lining. She was cooking a savory dish in the mansion's kitchen which was near the dining area, filling both rooms with a scrumptious scent. A silver-haired young man sitting at the end of the table, looking very bored, nodded quietly. The woman, Rose Maria Runeveld, sighed. "Auberi...Alfred and I know that ever since one of the imperial officials noticed your powers and started you on the path of a slayer, you haven't been enjoying it."
"Well, I obviously had a different vision for my life than being a monster-slayer, but it is what it is. It's better than being jailed up forever," murmured Auberi Argyris. He carefully picked up his ceramic plate and went around the table, picking up the foods that he wanted onto his plate.
"Now, now, don't take too much. Remember the party in the evening? A celebration in your honor, so save some for the guests and my adventuring guild, you know they eat a lot." Giggling, Rose Maria continued to cook. Auberi went back to his chair and sat down. He started to eat his plate full of a mixture of all the dishes, quietly.
A man sitting at the dining table with an eyepatch opposite from Auberi said, "I say I'm still disappointed about how the kingdom handled this. You were sixteen and they were willing to incarcerate you, if you refused? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous! I truly do understand how you feel, Junebug. But know this, we, your parents are proud that you are representing Yystania in this dangerous campaign."
Auberi cringed a little bit at the comment but he knew what Mr. Runeveld, his adoptive father, was trying to convey to him. That they were proud. He laughed between bites, "It's not like I was given a choice."
After he finished eating, Auberi donned on his faded-red slayer jacket and the rest of his usual slaying outfit. No need to dress fancy. He grabbed his much-beloved bone sword, some medicinal herbs, potions that he prepared for the supposedly year and a half journey, and the kingdom-sent mechanical hand-gizmos that amplified his wind-magic. It seemed like the time with his parents ended as soon as it began and Auberi found himself waving goodbye, maybe for the last time. What a crazy thought, hopefully not haha. "Do send the Imperial Highness our regards!" "Yes, please do son."
...
Auberi gave himself a good distance before going up in the sky. He knew Terra was far from where they lived, Rose itself was a huge distance away. Flying normally, would make him very late and be an embarrassment not only to himself but to the other important members of the campaign. Securing all of his items from flying away, he gusted away full blast.
He reached Terra and it was surprisingly quiet, but it was at Rose's marketplace where all the noise had gathered. It was packed for sure, and many tempting items were up for sale. Though, Auberi knew that he shouldn't. I can always come back later. He tried to keep a low profile but many of the common people below surely noticed him flying and gaped at him. "Look that must be the Windweaver!" "What a majestic sight!" "It's that Quicksilver!"
He didn't really care if he was popular with the public or not, nevertheless he flashed a small smile at the people and politely waved at them in the air. It was a good idea to be above ground as a huge crowd was being held back from the heavily-guarded Council Castle's entrance. Nearing the entryway, Auberi slowly glided down and landed on the ground. The white and black-robed soldiers, unmistakably of Oblivi descent, guarding, apparently knew that he was a member of the "True Campaign," and didn't mind at all when he went through the already open door. A castle servant told him to follow the bold, red carpet.
Auberi gasped quietly when he came to the large room. The room was very dressed up. Tapestries and gold thrones, the Runeveld residence wouldn't be able to hold a candle to this one single room. Aside from the decoration and objects, there were already a lot of slayers, most of them...light-haired like him. Auberi shouldn't have been surprised. While there aren't a lot of silver or similar-haired people like him where he lives, the "True Campaign" party is composed of people from anywhere in Eterna. It was a must that there be combined forces in order to defeat the growing monster panic.
He started to feel uncomfortable but he quickly put the feeling aside and put on his serious mask. Remember why you're here. It seemed like a lot of them had arrived, Auberi was relieved and sure that he wasn't late or the last one to arrive as there weren't enough people, excluding the servants, to fill in the chairs around the huge table.
He scanned the room to see if he could find somebody familiar, but before he could go on any further with his search, an obviously tired maid recognized him and shouted, "Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
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"Princess Edessa, please! Your father wishes for you to arrive in the royal carriage, not on some tattered griffin whom you consider a friend." Edessa's steward, Marilyn, sighed, exasperated from the constant fight she had to endure dealing with the Princess. "It is a comfortable ride, I promise you-"
Edessa scowled, her eyes that resembled clover fields piercing into the woman. She didn't speak, raising her eyebrow as she continued to saddle the griffin she affectionately named Woof. The creature let out an odd sound, resembling the name she had given him. Due to his vocal cords being damaged, he could only do an odd, graveling howl. Still, the beast looked proud, head high as Edessa patted his silver feathers delicately. He was nowhere near tattered, in Edessa's opinion, only dawning a few scars from the years of battle he had endured without her.
"You aren't going to listen to me, no matter what I say, correct?" Marilyn knew Edessa more than most, having been forced by the King of Erynada to be at Edessa's beck and call. The woman looked incredibly tired from her job, for while Edessa never ordered her around much, she still had to chase after the princess in hopes to get her to complete her duties. She failed miserably, so much so that the King made sure to give her an incentive if she ever succeeded in getting Edessa to do her job. The incentive wasn't kind, heightening the woman's taxes every time she failed.
"When have I ever been known to listen?" Edessa's voice was coy, a small smirk planted firmly on her lips. She knew that Marilyn meant well, hell, she was probably the most tolerable person Edessa knew besides the tamers that helped raise her. "Make sure Father treats you well, yes?" Edessa moved to Marilyn, placing a small kiss on her the back of her hand. "A coin stash is under the floorboards near my bedside table. It is enough to make sure you and your family are fine for the year, so please don't work too hard." Before Marilyn could speak, Edessa was off, her griffin's wings beating heavily against the wind. She let out a small giggle as she hit the clouds, bracing herself for the adventure she so desperately needed.
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It didn't take too long for Edessa to arrive in Rose, Woof being known for his great speed, even with his age. Landing on the top of a platform used by many flyers, Edessa turned to see off Woof. While she wished she could have him for company, she knew that he was past his fighting days. She sat for a long time, unsaddling the griffin and cleaning off any unwanted filth from his feathers. She nuzzled the beast, making small kissing noises as she said goodbye. She watched as the beast flew away before making her way down towards the kingdom, two knights already by her side. While she despised being watched, she walked with what little grace she had, holding her head high as she passed through the many halls. She ignored the whispers of the men as they gawked, knowing full well that she was mostly known for her beauty in these parts. This was an annoyance, not wanting to be known for her looks, but her skills. Edessa wrapped her fingers around the emerald pendant that hung from her neck, blessed by the beast named the Green Giant, who was once known as a god. He was a beast she considered a friend, and one of the ones she could call for assistance. She felt safe as she clung to the jewel, now approaching the large doors where she would meet her new companions behind.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
Edessa took a deep breath as she stepped in the room, biting back a stifled grin as she tried to hold back her excitement. Her eyes darted around the room, unable to really recognize most of the people. It was an odd arrangement of folks, from the dark and brooding to what looked like some rather free-spirited type people. Finally, her eyes dropped on one of the only people she definitely knew, the Imperial Highness herself, Khal Adler. The woman had a beautiful caramel complexion, however, her eyes seemed to have a slight worry to them. Still, Edessa envied Khal, as she was the embodiment of what her father wished for herself. Edessa gave Khal a knowing look, accompanying it with a slight nod before turning to the crowd of people that had arrived beforehand.
"No need for titles with me, please just call me Edessa. Or Eda. Your choice," Edessa flashed her pearly whites before her eyes turned to the large bottle of wine on the side of her. "Well, don't mind me, I think I found my spot." She spoke the last part lightly, walking gleefully towards the alcohol before her. Pouring herself a goblet, Edessa sat down in a random spot, crossing her legs in an unladylike manner. She took an incredibly large gulp, long blonde hair falling behind her shoulders and she curiously looked upon the others.
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~Vibing along the cosmos~
Aerith Foster the Arcane Knight
Festivities roared throughout Rose. Vendors opened all around, here and there. To Aerith it's exciting. 'That means free stuff!' Nothing like the perfect time to swipe things under people's noses. Regardless of contradicting her whole, be civil, sometimes Aerith was anything but civil.She wanders the streets in her bright red cloak, hidden from being noticed, though with Autumn in toe, it was difficult to do so. At least the eyes are plastered on the big oaf. "You cause a larger commotion than I, when we're supposed to be hidden." Autumn listened, waddling behind. "No complaints, but if we ever run into trouble, we might want to figure out what to do about your form." A lowly drunk passes by swaying his way forward. Aerith snatches the bottle away and wipes the tip before chugging what's left. Of course the drunk complained, but who would even listen to his incoherent ramblings? "Ah!" She sighed content. Her plush lips wiped of any residue. "It's not rum or burning whiskey but this will do. It's not going to be fun being sober during this meeting, but if we have to be professional, tipsy will do, right?" The Earth sprite nods. "Good, always in agreement."
The legendary slayer title was just a mere joke to to the brunette. It was easily given in 1, 2, 3. Anyone would risk their necks for it and possibly should. Then the world would be a lot safer riding the world of monsters and be free to mobile wherever anyone pleases instead of staying ignorant behind a wall under the ruling of nobles. She clicked her tongue at the thought. The whole "True Campaign" was a mystery, but whatever it called her for, she had hoped she will work alone instead of covering for other people's safety. Aerith sighs once more finishing the bottle of wine as she stood before the magnificent castle. It sent a cold shiver down her spine to be standing before something royalty. Nonetheless, the beauty drags her feet up the stairs meeting to Oblivi guards. Their fangs, colors and structure reminiscent of her hometown. How she despised that place. Barbarians, each and everyone with not an ounce of remorse, in her opinion. Unconsciously, she touches her left breast where her mark is branded.
"Here, catch." The empty bottle is tossed in hopes one of the guards naturally captures the glass in mid air. The bottle was distracting enough to sneak in. Before the guards could do anything, she mentioned her name to the maid allowing her full entrances indoors. Autumn, however was not allowed. "He's with me. Either you let him in or I don't go anywhere." There was a small, tensed pause. Aerith had no trouble popping her own people's faces as she flexes her hand making a 'pop' sound, but the notion was changed when the guards reluctantly gave a pass. "That's what I thought." She smirked, trudging forth to their destination. The slayer yawned growing immediately bored of the fancy corridor before entering a room filled with people of different custom.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
The maid announced. Pet was a derogatory name for Autumn, she didn't feel too upset about it knowing it would appear to be. Her silver eyes scan the room to meet with Sir Reynolds. That lousy kid. Another derogatory but with the accurate exception. Aerith twitches her eye in annoyance not really wanting to pick a fight. She stood to the side, arms crossed silently observing without bothering to say so much of a word. The broad sprite, looks at Aerith before figuring out her pose and coping her. Inwardly, he smiled to have succeeded.
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K H A L
The sound of her name brought Khal from her worries.
"The pleasure is all mine Sir Reinhold," Khal responded with a small smile as she put her goblet down carefully.
"Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
Khal's eyed widen immediately at the announcement. Auberi would be here? He possessed rare wind magic, Khal would be able to see it in person. With a quick wave and smile, Khal bowed her head lightly before returning to a stoic demeanor. She hoped her greeting wasn't to bias, she did admire the slayer greatly. Suddenly, another was introduced.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
Upon seeing Erynadia's princess, Khal returned the small head nod. She should've done more, like a curtsy but it wasn't proper for her to initiate. Khal could tell Edessa was more slayer than she was noble. This was a secret complaint among nobility but Khal didn't mind. In fact, Khal found the eccentric woman comforting. A woman keen on the frontlines complimented Khal, they'd make a formidable alliance in Paradi. But before Khal could entertain the benefits of an irregular noble any further, someone else was announced.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Khal couldn't help but wince. People of Erynadia loved their beasts dearly. She could only assume it was the same for any who possessed them. In an attempt to correct the mistake of the servant, Khal rose up.
"It's an honor to be in the presence of the people's champion," Khal assured smoothly with a small curtsy before taking a glimpse at the beast beside her.
"Do they have a name?" Khal inquired softly, a twinkle of interest in her eye. Rule number four in her father's handbook was to always gain the favor of the people's favored. And in Merda, Aerith's name was heard once or twice in a positive light. Although she wasn't known completely throughout Paradi, Khal had a small feeling, she would be soon. Speaking of important, Khal took a small glance at Reinhold and winced. He oozed discomfort and based on his reaction, it was because of Aerith.
"Why don't the two of you sit?" Khal offered quickly, pointing to a seat away, but close enough to her. She didn't want to make Reinhold uncomfortable, but she desired Aerith to feel welcomed. Khal hoped she was prioritizing right. Albeit there was another princess in the room, Khal felt their relationship was sufficient. It was the slayer's favor Khal desired to gain. Grace and poise, grace, and poise, I got this.
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Kazan
It wasn't long after Kazan's arrival that the hall started to fill with other slayers from various backgrounds. Each of these esteemed individuals would be accompanying him during the True Campaign. So far, the group consisted of nobles and royals, like Khal, the crown princess of Yystania, to the lesser-known, such as the older looking swordsman, named Soutien. Yet despite where they all stood in society's eyes, Kazan currently looked at them all equally, after all, everyone in this room was deemed worthy enough to embark on this grand quest.
The latest member to arrive was a woman, who the servant announced to be Aerith Foster. Had it not been for the few metal plates of armour on her body, and for the fact that she stood in this very room, Kazan may have mistaken her to be a harlot of some sort. Her presence hadn't gone unnoticed, as made evident by the whines of a man sat at the table. His feet were disrespectfully resting on the table. Such poor mannerism made Kazan scowl at the blond knight. Based on the arrogant tone of his voice and immediate complaint, the Shadowreaver could tell that this man could be a nuisance.
In battle, we are reborn... In battle, we show our true selves, Kazan mused, reminding himself not to judge others until he saw them in combat.
The Berserker let a dejected sigh escape his lips before silently walking towards the table to join some of the other slayers. Among the twenty chairs, three were distinct, each devoted to the royals of their respective kingdoms. The black throne was clearly in honour of the Crown Prince of Oblivi. Like the rest of his family, Kazan was unconcerned about noble blood, but the thought of finally getting to meet the heir of his homeland, in the flesh, intrigued him. Two slayers were sitting in seats beside the Ebony throne, and if Kazan remembered the servant's announcements correctly, both of them were fellow Oblivians. It shouldn't matter, but Kazan felt inclined to sit beside them, he felt some comfort knowing that they too were serving at the Shadow Council's behest. The first thing Kazan noticed upon nearing the two was the chemical stench exuding off the female, her body reeked. Kazan winced subtly, not wanting to appear disrespectful. He'd picked up on the scent before, but its source had been obscured by the strongly seasoned meats and other aromatic foods. For that sheer fact, Kazan opted to take the seat beside the man with long silver hair.
"Greetings, brother, and sister, from Oblivi," Kazan said in a deep and clear voice, placing his hand over his chest out of respect. "Pray tell, how do you both?"
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Woke up today. It was terrible.
Blair grinned around his mouth full of food. "Reinold! Too long," He nodded. As more and more Slayers arrived, Blair tried to eat tidier. He sat at the table, eyeing everyone. He'd be with these people for a year and a half. Blair wondered what it would be like then. Would they be a great team, unbeatable? It sounded optimistic, but they did have many Slayers of Legend, so the idea wasn't actually far fetched.
He bowed when Khal entered, tucking his hand to his chest. He opted not to speak and drop the food from his gob.
Blair was terrible with names, so the slayers he didn't know of he tried to burn into his mind. Many times he'd been introduced to someone new and immediately lost their name. He did not want a repeat of the last time, where he'd been stabbed.
Blair shoved more food into his face.
Pff, are you seriously nervous, Goldblood? Wow.
Alright, alright. To be fair, there was royalty here. Being nervous about that wasn't too bad.
Blair turned back to Sir Reinold, who now seemed agitated.
Blair perked up when he heard 'pet'. He loved animals, and so looked for something fuzzy to coo over.
He was crushed when he could find none. Heartbroken, even.
Blair was in awe of Aerith's friend, though. It looked like a Knight, but of trees and wood. Blair had not seen anything quite like that.
He bowed when Khal entered, tucking his hand to his chest. He opted not to speak and drop the food from his gob.
Blair was terrible with names, so the slayers he didn't know of he tried to burn into his mind. Many times he'd been introduced to someone new and immediately lost their name. He did not want a repeat of the last time, where he'd been stabbed.
Blair shoved more food into his face.
Pff, are you seriously nervous, Goldblood? Wow.
Alright, alright. To be fair, there was royalty here. Being nervous about that wasn't too bad.
Blair turned back to Sir Reinold, who now seemed agitated.
Blair perked up when he heard 'pet'. He loved animals, and so looked for something fuzzy to coo over.
He was crushed when he could find none. Heartbroken, even.
Blair was in awe of Aerith's friend, though. It looked like a Knight, but of trees and wood. Blair had not seen anything quite like that.
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Prince Andruil
“Your Majesty, all of the necessary preparations have been made for your departure, and your belongings have been sent ahead and are awaiting you.” The man who spoke did so with his head down as he welcomed the Crowned Prince into the chamber.
Andruil crossed the threshold, entering the massive cylindrical room followed by the train of his white coat. There was a wicked grin upon the Prince’s face, as if he were keeping a delicious secret to himself. Upon entering the room, Andruil eyed each of the mages who had gathered to assist in his departure from Oblivia. Immediately they all directed their gaze to the floor, breaking their necks almost as they lowered their heads. For all their skill and talent in the arcane arts, none of them were worthy enough to directly stare at the Vampire of Oblivia, Son of Zaiko, and Heir to the throne.
In the center of the room was a massive sigil, carved into the floor and painted a dark red. Andruil approached it in a nonchalant manner, stepping over the bold lines and many different symbols. “Today I journey to a foreign land to...assist weak and desperate slayers from a foreign nation.” His eyes slowly rolled from one figure to the next and his grin turned into a toothy smile, displaying his fangs proudly. “I do this for our dark kingdom, for glory, and bragging rights.” Andruil waved his hand dismissively and nodded his head. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
At his command an elderly woman stepped to the edge of the sigil and held her hands out before her. One after another the younger mages all followed her actions and began to chant in low voices. First it was faint, but as they continued their spell, the faint red glow became brighter and more intense. The sigil had lit up the room in a blinding red light that consumed the Prince entirely/ “We wish you much success your majesty! All the glory to you!” The woman declared loud and strong. With that Andruil vanished in a bright burst of light, a red smoke left behind in his place.
Across the ocean, on the other side of the world, a bright burst of light filled an ancient gothic looking building. The light poured out into the streets, blinding the pedestrians that wandered by the building for the second time today. When the light died down, Andruil stood, towering over bowing servants, Diplomats, and guests of the Oblivi embassy. “Hail Prince Andruil!” The group cheered simultaneously.
Exalting commoners was normal in his life, what caught his attention instead was the sight through the windows; architecture and fashions he’d never seen before. Without hesitation Andruil left the circle and headed out into the streets. The gold hanging off every inch of his body gleamed in the sun’s light, twinkling like stars in the night sky. That wicked grin returned to his face, this time accompanied by a cocky chuckle. “The game begins.”
“Sire. this way.” An elderly man called to Andruil, who turned to see a four horse carriage waiting for him on the street. All of his luggage and belongings were loaded up on the back of the carriage, all that was missing was the slayer himself.
After a brief trip through the capital, Andruil’s carriage arrived at the rendezvous point. He glanced out the window and sized up the structure, somewhat impressed by the size of it. “It’s no palace, but it shall suffice. I guess.” The carriage door was pulled open and the steps dropped down. Andruil stepped out and ran his right hand through the brown trussels of hair atop his head. The coachman kept his head down, so low he was almost bowing. Andruil was known to mistreat his servants back home, but the man hadn't irritated him yet. The prince strolled through the gates and towards the entrance, shocked but happy to see two Oblivi guards standing at the door. Right away they bowed and spoke together. “Hail the Crowned Prince!”
While the sound brought a smile to his face, Andruil paid the two men no mind and headed inside. As he moved through the unfamiliar corridors, he followed the sound of chatter that resounded off of the walls and may tacky decorations within the castle. Finally he came to the door of the Slayer Hall.
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!” The maids announced as the Prince sauntered into the room, casting a somewhat disappointed glare on all those present. This lot was unimpressive at first glance, but as he waltzed across the room to the empty throne, he was shocked to see a familiar face. At the side of his throne sat the homunculus, Yuria. And on the other side was a man he’d seen only in passing prior to this moment.
“Greetings one and all.” As he moved to sit down, Andruil slapped away the hand of the maid that attempted to pull his chair out for him. “That would be your last mistake.” He warned in a cold, low tone. Sitting down he laid his hands on the table, sharpened nails tapping lightly at the surface. “Shall we begin?” Andruil said in an overly confident tone. He could only imagine that all these people had been waiting on his arrival to actually begin any real conversation. Who they were mattered very little, to him at least. They were all here to back him up and handle his light work.
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Theodoric Kraldinov
The salamander is a B-Rank amphibious monster that makes it's home in hot, moist environments. Rarely seen due to its shy nature but has proven to be deadly when threatened. A strange mucus mixture covering the skin ignites when the amphibian raises it's body temperature, coating it in a cloak of searing flames..."Greetings, brother, and sister, from Oblivi. Pray tell, how do you both?"
Theodoric snapped to attention when he heard the voice. Blinking a few times to bring himself out of his reading trance the lord turned and saw that the Shadowreaver now sitting next to him. The warrior was more intimidating up close. Once again Theo forced down his raising nervousness and put on what he hoped was a polite smile.
"I am well, Ser Shadowreaver, thank you. Yourself?" the fledgling lord said while keeping a pleasant yet emotionless tone. No matter what doubts plagued his mind Theo had to at least act as his title suggests.
Now that his attention was no longer captured by the pages of his book Theo quickly noticed two things: 1. there was a chemical smell hanging around the area and 2. the room was suddenly a lot more occupied than before. Following the chemical smell revealed that it came from the lady sat to his other side. Was she an alchemist? She must be, for he couldn't think of any other reason for her scent. The lady also appeared to be very pale, unhealthily so. Worry flickered through Theo's eyes for a second but he didn't ask if she was alright. Though the lady seemed vaguely familiar he had no idea who she was so for all he knew any expression of concern from him could be taken as an insult.
Not wanting to be caught staring Theo turned his attention to the occupants of the room. Men and women of various sorts milled around. Some had already taken to drinking which prompted the lord to privately wonder if they'd be sober enough to remember what was said during the meeting. Two slayers seemed to be having a confrontation. Theo paid them no mind, it wasn't any of his business what their quarrel was. Just as he was about to turn his attention to the two royals the maid's voice once again rang out.
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
Theo straightened upon hearing that. So, the crowned prince had finally arrived. He watched as the prince strolled over and took his seat upon the black throne, the "Vampire" practically oozing confidence from every partical of his being. Seeing the servant's mistake of trying to help Andruil elicited a twindge of sympathy from Theo. He hoped the poor woman wouldn't get punished for trying to do her job, especially knowing the prince's bloody reputation.
Well, all of the royals were now accounted for. Hopfully this meeting won't end with each of them declaring war on each other. That would be...awkward.
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Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter
It was naive to believe the annoying blonde would be silent if she did not initiate anything. His whining and insults irked her yet at the same time went out through one ear then the other. She scratched her ear with her pinky in a mocking way as if to catch where all her fu**'s given were. "Nope, I actually earned it, unlike you who probably bribed for the title." She blew a speck of wax off. Next she feigned innocence enough to fool an idiot. "Wow Blondie, I didn't expect you to be so whinny about it. I thought today we could be professionals and mind our own business." She glared. To think that she was snitched to the star of today's Campaign. Her gold and white outfit gave it away as well as her seating and the way the "kid", a nickname for whom she has claimed Sir Reynolds truly is regardless of age, complained.
The princess of Yyastania began to speak her way, praising her for her true title. Her loyalty to the people is whom Aerith serves. The brunette nods in acknowledgement before pointing to the wooden knight beside her. "Autumn." She curtly replied. "He doesn't talk much, but he understands what you're saying, right Autumn?" The creature nods and shyly waves to Khal. She scans the table and smiles kindly to keep up appearances. "Thank you for the offer, but I 'd much rather stand. It helps my posture." As she answered, the wolf pelted man, stepped forward to do so as if the offer to be seated was for him. The way his eyes sized her up was a red flag. His features recognizable. Before Aerith could even crack the code, the wolf pelted man calls out to his Oblivi bretheren. 'I knew it'. She thought to herself. Honestly, everyone in this room made her uncomfortable, and nothing could change her mind.Mentions:
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Auberi was a bit taken aback from the tired maid's loud announcement. He was hoping for a much quieter entrance, but it seemed that some people had their eyes on him now, one in particular, the Imperial Highness Khal. Not wanting to appear as a conceited slayer, he spoke in a neutral, polite tone, "Greetings, it is an honor to be here."
He had seen the will-be Empress from a distance, appropriate since she was a part of the ruling family of his home. He always pictured her as a calculating and moderately-haughty person, but that might just be because he conformed to the stereotypes about imperials, royals and nobility. Khal was undoubtedly a popular figure with the Yystanian people and definitely with his adoptive parents, the Runevelds, and while he did admire some aspects of her, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious and bitter.
He was familiar with the story of Khal's illegitimate birth, one he first heard from gossiping housewives. A product of the Emperor and a high noble's love. Of course he could care less about Khal's material position, but the fact that she was born from an affair yet her real parents not only accepted her but showered her with love, made his heart break when reminded of the fact that he was abandoned by a stone road.
The feeling of envy and self-pity when he saw her subsided when Khal waved and gave him a small but warm smile. It had caught him off guard causing him to linger for a few more seconds at the entrance, looking a bit dumbfounded. He snapped out of it once he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
He politely moved aside. Auberi looked at the Erynadian royal and was a bit amused that this was their crown princess. He expected something much different than the wild-looking, more-slayer-than-royal figure. He imagined a singing maiden with a group of adorable animals following her, he smirks at his depiction. However, he reminded himself of the solemnity of the meeting and returned his serious and polite demeanor.
Auberi walked near to where the imperial princess was sitting and gave himself a comfortable distance from Khal. He politely bowed his head and said, "Imperial Crown Princess of Yystania, Khal Odette, it is a pleasure and a great honor to be serving as a member of the 'True Campaign,' the Runevelds send their regards." He finished speaking and turned his face away from the princess to catch his breath. He didn't care too much about formality though he knew better if he wanted to put himself in a favorable light not only to Khal but to the other members as well.
Auberi took an unoccupied seat that was on the side meant for the representatives of Paradi and Terra. Next to him was an old man, a swordsman, who apparently is joining them on the campaign. Auberi eyed his many accessories before looking up at the ceiling. While the castle and the slayer hall were definitely a nice change of scenery, he would rather be back home, just flying around, without a care in the world. He was about to zone out when another guest was announced.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Ah yes, the name was familiar. It belonged to a legendary slayer woman. He looked around and saw the rambunctious-looking slayer and her...pet? Whatever it was, it was not an animal. It looked like a knight but it didn't seem like a human to him. Auberi stared at it but then the growing squabble between the two legendary hunters caught his attention.
""Well if it isn't Aerith Foster... Or are you just calling yourself Arcane Hunter now?" commented a blonde-haired man who seemed to be the other legendary slayer, Sir Reinold the Floor Shifter. "Why is she here?"
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
"Nope, I actually earned it, unlike you who probably bribed for the--blah...blah..blah.."
He tuned the two out, he probably would have continued listening to the two slayers who he thought would have acted more professional, but he saw someone new that he didn't hear was announced.
He was seated on one of the thrones, his was a midnight black. It was the crown prince of Oblivi, carrying an air of arrogance and unpleasant over-confidence. Auberi rolled his eyes.
The other Oblivians seemed to have suddenly become more alert, with him in the room. Auberi didn't really understand what the whole deal was about, he wasn't intimidated or petrified but he didn't dare send out signals of his laxness around the supposedly feared figure.
With no new guests arriving yet, Auberi looked at the table and grabbed a piece of fruit. He could feel the effects of his journey over here and he was starting to feel tired, nothing like a little fruit can't fix.
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Auberi was a bit taken aback from the tired maid's loud announcement. He was hoping for a much quieter entrance, but it seemed that some people had their eyes on him now, one in particular, the Imperial Highness Khal. Not wanting to appear as a conceited slayer, he spoke in a neutral, polite tone, "Greetings, it is an honor to be here."
He had seen the will-be Empress from a distance, appropriate since she was a part of the ruling family of his home. He always pictured her as a calculating and moderately-haughty person, but that might just be because he conformed to the stereotypes about imperials, royals and nobility. Khal was undoubtedly a popular figure with the Yystanian people and definitely with his adoptive parents, the Runevelds, and while he did admire some aspects of her, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious and bitter.
He was familiar with the story of Khal's illegitimate birth, one he first heard from gossiping housewives. A product of the Emperor and a high noble's love. Of course he could care less about Khal's material position, but the fact that she was born from an affair yet her real parents not only accepted her but showered her with love, made his heart break when reminded of the fact that he was abandoned by a stone road.
The feeling of envy and self-pity when he saw her subsided when Khal waved and gave him a small but warm smile. It had caught him off guard causing him to linger for a few more seconds at the entrance, looking a bit dumbfounded. He snapped out of it once he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
He politely moved aside. Auberi looked at the Erynadian royal and was a bit amused that this was their crown princess. He expected something much different than the wild-looking, more-slayer-than-royal figure. He imagined a singing maiden with a group of adorable animals following her, he smirks at his depiction. However, he reminded himself of the solemnity of the meeting and returned his serious and polite demeanor.
Auberi walked near to where the imperial princess was sitting and gave himself a comfortable distance from Khal. He politely bowed his head and said, "Imperial Crown Princess of Yystania, Khal Odette, it is a pleasure and a great honor to be serving as a member of the 'True Campaign,' the Runevelds send their regards." He finished speaking and turned his face away from the princess to catch his breath. He didn't care too much about formality though he knew better if he wanted to put himself in a favorable light not only to Khal but to the other members as well.
Auberi took an unoccupied seat that was on the side meant for the representatives of Paradi and Terra. Next to him was an old man, a swordsman, who apparently is joining them on the campaign. Auberi eyed his many accessories before looking up at the ceiling. While the castle and the slayer hall were definitely a nice change of scenery, he would rather be back home, just flying around, without a care in the world. He was about to zone out when another guest was announced.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Ah yes, the name was familiar. It belonged to a legendary slayer woman. He looked around and saw the rambunctious-looking slayer and her...pet? Whatever it was, it was not an animal. It looked like a knight but it didn't seem like a human to him. Auberi stared at it but then the growing squabble between the two legendary hunters caught his attention.
""Well if it isn't Aerith Foster... Or are you just calling yourself Arcane Hunter now?" commented a blonde-haired man who seemed to be the other legendary slayer, Sir Reinold the Floor Shifter. "Why is she here?"
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
"Nope, I actually earned it, unlike you who probably bribed for the--blah...blah..blah.."
He tuned the two out, he probably would have continued listening to the two slayers who he thought would have acted more professional, but he saw someone new that he didn't hear was announced.
He was seated on one of the thrones, his was a midnight black. It was the crown prince of Oblivi, carrying an air of arrogance and unpleasant over-confidence. Auberi rolled his eyes.
The other Oblivians seemed to have suddenly become more alert, with him in the room. Auberi didn't really understand what the whole deal was about, he wasn't intimidated or petrified but he didn't dare send out signals of his laxness around the supposedly feared figure.
With no new guests arriving yet, Auberi looked at the table and grabbed a piece of fruit. He could feel the effects of his journey over here and he was starting to feel tired, nothing like a little fruit can't fix.
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Auberi was a bit taken aback from the tired maid's loud announcement. He was hoping for a much quieter entrance, but it seemed that some people had their eyes on him now, one in particular, the Imperial Highness Khal. Not wanting to appear as a conceited slayer, he spoke in a neutral, polite tone, "Greetings, it is an honor to be here."
He had seen the will-be Empress from a distance, appropriate since she was a part of the ruling family of his home. He always pictured her as a calculating and moderately-haughty person, but that might just be because he conformed to the stereotypes about imperials, royals and nobility. Khal was undoubtedly a popular figure with the Yystanian people and definitely with his adoptive parents, the Runevelds, and while he did admire some aspects of her, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious and bitter.
He was familiar with the story of Khal's illegitimate birth, one he first heard from gossiping housewives. A product of the Emperor and a high noble's love. Of course he could care less about Khal's material position, but the fact that she was born from an affair yet her real parents not only accepted her but showered her with love, made his heart break when reminded of the fact that he was abandoned by a stone road.
The feeling of envy and self-pity when he saw her subsided when Khal waved and gave him a small but warm smile. It had caught him off guard causing him to linger for a few more seconds at the entrance, looking a bit dumbfounded. He snapped out of it once he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
He politely moved aside. Auberi looked at the Erynadian royal and was a bit amused that this was their crown princess. He expected something much different than the wild-looking, more-slayer-than-royal figure. He imagined a singing maiden with a group of adorable animals following her, he smirks at his depiction. However, he reminded himself of the solemnity of the meeting and returned his serious and polite demeanor.
Auberi walked near to where the imperial princess was sitting and gave himself a comfortable distance from Khal. He politely bowed his head and said, "Imperial Crown Princess of Yystania, Khal Odette, it is a pleasure and a great honor to be serving as a member of the 'True Campaign,' the Runevelds send their regards." He finished speaking and turned his face away from the princess to catch his breath. He didn't care too much about formality though he knew better if he wanted to put himself in a favorable light not only to Khal but to the other members as well.
Auberi took an unoccupied seat that was on the side meant for the representatives of Paradi and Terra. Next to him was an old man, a swordsman, who apparently is joining them on the campaign. Auberi eyed his many accessories before looking up at the ceiling. While the castle and the slayer hall were definitely a nice change of scenery, he would rather be back home, just flying around, without a care in the world. He was about to zone out when another guest was announced.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Ah yes, the name was familiar. It belonged to a legendary slayer woman. He looked around and saw the rambunctious-looking slayer and her...pet? Whatever it was, it was not an animal. It looked like a knight but it didn't seem like a human to him. Auberi stared at it but then the growing squabble between the two legendary hunters caught his attention.
""Well if it isn't Aerith Foster... Or are you just calling yourself Arcane Hunter now?" commented a blonde-haired man who seemed to be the other legendary slayer, Sir Reinold the Floor Shifter. "Why is she here?"
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
"Nope, I actually earned it, unlike you who probably bribed for the--blah...blah..blah.."
He tuned the two out, he probably would have continued listening to the two slayers who he thought would have acted more professional, but he saw someone new that he didn't hear was announced.
He was seated on one of the thrones, his was a midnight black. It was the crown prince of Oblivi, carrying an air of arrogance and unpleasant over-confidence. Auberi rolled his eyes.
The other Oblivians seemed to have suddenly become more alert, with him in the room. Auberi didn't really understand what the whole deal was about, he wasn't intimidated or petrified but he didn't dare send out signals of his laxness around the supposedly feared figure.
With no new guests arriving yet, Auberi looked at the table and grabbed a piece of fruit. He could feel the effects of his journey over here and he was starting to feel tired, nothing like a little fruit can't fix.
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Auberi was a bit taken aback from the tired maid's loud announcement. He was hoping for a much quieter entrance, but it seemed that some people had their eyes on him now, one in particular, the Imperial Highness Khal. Not wanting to appear as a conceited slayer, he spoke in a neutral, polite tone, "Greetings, it is an honor to be here."
He had seen the will-be Empress from a distance, appropriate since she was a part of the ruling family of his home. He always pictured her as a calculating and moderately-haughty person, but that might just be because he conformed to the stereotypes about imperials, royals and nobility. Khal was undoubtedly a popular figure with the Yystanian people and definitely with his adoptive parents, the Runevelds, and while he did admire some aspects of her, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious and bitter.
He was familiar with the story of Khal's illegitimate birth, one he first heard from gossiping housewives. A product of the Emperor and a high noble's love. Of course he could care less about Khal's material position, but the fact that she was born from an affair yet her real parents not only accepted her but showered her with love, made his heart break when reminded of the fact that he was abandoned by a stone road.
The feeling of envy and self-pity when he saw her subsided when Khal waved and gave him a small but warm smile. It had caught him off guard causing him to linger for a few more seconds at the entrance, looking a bit dumbfounded. He snapped out of it once he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
He politely moved aside. Auberi looked at the Erynadian royal and was a bit amused that this was their crown princess. He expected something much different than the wild-looking, more-slayer-than-royal figure. He imagined a singing maiden with a group of adorable animals following her, he smirks at his depiction. However, he reminded himself of the solemnity of the meeting and returned his serious and polite demeanor.
Auberi walked near to where the imperial princess was sitting and gave himself a comfortable distance from Khal. He politely bowed his head and said, "Imperial Crown Princess of Yystania, Khal Odette, it is a pleasure and a great honor to be serving as a member of the 'True Campaign,' the Runevelds send their regards." He finished speaking and turned his face away from the princess to catch his breath. He didn't care too much about formality though he knew better if he wanted to put himself in a favorable light not only to Khal but to the other members as well.
Auberi took an unoccupied seat that was on the side meant for the representatives of Paradi and Terra. Next to him was an old man, a swordsman, who apparently is joining them on the campaign. Auberi eyed his many accessories before looking up at the ceiling. While the castle and the slayer hall were definitely a nice change of scenery, he would rather be back home, just flying around, without a care in the world. He was about to zone out when another guest was announced.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Ah yes, the name was familiar. It belonged to a legendary slayer woman. He looked around and saw the rambunctious-looking slayer and her...pet? Whatever it was, it was not an animal. It looked like a knight but it didn't seem like a human to him. Auberi stared at it but then the growing squabble between the two legendary hunters caught his attention.
""Well if it isn't Aerith Foster... Or are you just calling yourself Arcane Hunter now?" commented a blonde-haired man who seemed to be the other legendary slayer, Sir Reinold the Floor Shifter. "Why is she here?"
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
"Nope, I actually earned it, unlike you who probably bribed for the--blah...blah..blah.."
He tuned the two out, he probably would have continued listening to the two slayers who he thought would have acted more professional, but he saw someone new that he didn't hear was announced.
He was seated on one of the thrones, his was a midnight black. It was the crown prince of Oblivi, carrying an air of arrogance and unpleasant over-confidence. Auberi rolled his eyes.
The other Oblivians seemed to have suddenly become more alert, with him in the room. Auberi didn't really understand what the whole deal was about, he wasn't intimidated or petrified but he didn't dare send out signals of his laxness around the supposedly feared figure.
With no new guests arriving yet, Auberi looked at the table and grabbed a piece of fruit. He could feel the effects of his journey over here and he was starting to feel tired, nothing like a little fruit can't fix.
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Yuria ate her steak slowly in big chunks. For each chunk of meat she bite into, a bit of color came back to her face, making it less and less pale. Before she could fibish her first steak, she heard a greeting directed at her.
"Greetings, brother, and sister, from Oblivi," Kazan said in a deep and clear voice, placing his hand over his chest out of respect. "Pray tell, how do you both?"
"I-I'm fine, Si-sir Kazan, thank you. I-I see you're doing fine too." Yuria tried to reply with as much grace as she could manage, which wasn't much considering how shaky her voice was. Arnold told her to acts relaxed and address everyone other than the heirs as equal, but after getting treated like a walking guinea pig by the other Nightwielder members she found it hard to not withdraw back and acts like an inferior being she was.
However, the moment Prince Andruil entered the room, Yuria's stance changed. She sat straight and gaves the crown prince a deep bow to shows her respect. Ironically, she seems much more firm and confident compared to when she was replying to Kazan. This was not the first time both of them met, that was nine years ago when Arnold was helping the prince with his project. However, at that time Yuria had only started her monster-slayer training so she was still overly clumsy and afraid that she gaves him a bad impression. To compensate for that time, she made it her personal quest to show Prince Andruil her progress.
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Yuria ate her steak slowly in big chunks. For each chunk of meat she bite into, a bit of color came back to her face, making it less and less pale. Before she could fibish her first steak, she heard a greeting directed at her.
"Greetings, brother, and sister, from Oblivi," Kazan said in a deep and clear voice, placing his hand over his chest out of respect. "Pray tell, how do you both?"
"I-I'm fine, Si-sir Kazan, thank you. I-I see you're doing fine too." Yuria tried to reply with as much grace as she could manage, which wasn't much considering how shaky her voice was. Arnold told her to acts relaxed and address everyone other than the heirs as equal, but after getting treated like a walking guinea pig by the other Nightwielder members she found it hard to not withdraw back and acts like an inferior being she was.
However, the moment Prince Andruil entered the room, Yuria's stance changed. She sat straight and gaves the crown prince a deep bow to shows her respect. Ironically, she seems much more firm and confident compared to when she was replying to Kazan. This was not the first time both of them met, that was nine years ago when Arnold was helping the prince with his project. However, at that time Yuria had only started her monster-slayer training so she was still overly clumsy and afraid that she gaves him a bad impression. To compensate for that time, she made it her personal quest to show Prince Andruil her progress.
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Sou savors the final drop of wine as he finishes his glass settling his nerves he released his grip from the wedding rings allowing them to tap on his chest as they fall to place. Now having the time to observe the room as they await the final slayers to join Sou notices the chairs reserved for the incoming crowned royals. One had already taken her place in the seats the Imperial Highness, lady Khal Odette Adler holding the seat for the Empire of Yystanian. The two seats for Obliva and Erynadian remained empty for the time, moving on he say many ornate weapons of various types hanging from the walls of the room, he notices a few are ones he made as gifts for noble friends. Along the wall lined a few barrels of many types of alcohol lying above these barrels mounted on a plaque was the head of a dragon. The room peeked his interest but wasnt much to his liking as he prefers the minimalist lifestyle what pulled him out of his observation was the introduction of the next slayer.
"Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
A rather famous child; comparably younger than the people within the room. Normally Soutien would be kind of worried for the kid, but along with being famous came many stories regarding him as strong and special because of his remarkably rare aptitude for wind magic. The kid was rather amusing to Sou, being caught off by his own introduction, and somehow surprised by Lady Oddete's greeting perhaps by the politeness she showed? Speaking of Lady odette she does seem quite intrigued by the kid, not to say its weird as Sou is intrested in kids abilitys. The kid sat beside Sou, so it might be in his best interest to have a conversation with him.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
Sou was a bit taken aback by Edessa's choice of clothing simply by how... risque it was, but it seems to suit the wild and rambunctious personality she has shown in person and the many stories surrounding her adventures, which was a nice change of pace for Sou compared to the aura of arrogance that lingers around most high status people. A grin crept across his mouth as he begun enjoying the sight of the slayers.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter, the second Legendary slayer and perhaps the last to join them from the information he was given. The Arcane Hunter is said to be quite the beauty and for the sight before Sou's eyes the stories seem to be true including the stories of her "pet" which looks to be a wooden knight, may be a forest Sprite though Sou isnt quite sure. The wooden knight appears to be fond of Aerith so that's nice. Then the whining of Sir Reynolds violated the ears of everyone, neither of them seem all that fond of eachother, but I did cause Sou to chuckle, he knows he may be a nuisance but the situation at hand his quite humorous. His smile disappeared when he saw the next person to enter and was replaced with a feeling of dread.
"The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
Sou has never be the most fond of nobles or anyone of similarly high status, but usually he can push past the uncomfortable feeling he has when around them and he has people of high status that he would genuinely call friends, but Prince Andruil is the only kind of person Sou can't stand. Even among the high class, Prince Andruil is the absolute worse person Sou has ever heard about, treating the low class as trash, only minding him, self casting an aura of arrogance. Even just hearing his name makes Sou disgusted, but being before him and seeing him face to face fills him with immense dread. Not wanting to ruin his main objective in being here, Sou trys to calm himself but no amount of calming can conceal his discomfort.
In a attempt to take his mind off of the Prince, Sou decides the best course of action is a conversation and sense he was planning on talk to him at some point now is better than never. Sou asks the kid that sits beside him.
"So what brings a kid like yourself to the "True Campaign"?"
"Ah y-yes! The Windweaver, Auberi June Runeveld Argyris, has arrived!"
A rather famous child; comparably younger than the people within the room. Normally Soutien would be kind of worried for the kid, but along with being famous came many stories regarding him as strong and special because of his remarkably rare aptitude for wind magic. The kid was rather amusing to Sou, being caught off by his own introduction, and somehow surprised by Lady Oddete's greeting perhaps by the politeness she showed? Speaking of Lady odette she does seem quite intrigued by the kid, not to say its weird as Sou is intrested in kids abilitys. The kid sat beside Sou, so it might be in his best interest to have a conversation with him.
"The Thornless Rose, She Who Screams with Banshees, Crown Princess of Erynada, Edessa Rose has arrived!"
Sou was a bit taken aback by Edessa's choice of clothing simply by how... risque it was, but it seems to suit the wild and rambunctious personality she has shown in person and the many stories surrounding her adventures, which was a nice change of pace for Sou compared to the aura of arrogance that lingers around most high status people. A grin crept across his mouth as he begun enjoying the sight of the slayers.
"Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter and...pet has arrived!"
Aerith Foster the Arcane Hunter, the second Legendary slayer and perhaps the last to join them from the information he was given. The Arcane Hunter is said to be quite the beauty and for the sight before Sou's eyes the stories seem to be true including the stories of her "pet" which looks to be a wooden knight, may be a forest Sprite though Sou isnt quite sure. The wooden knight appears to be fond of Aerith so that's nice. Then the whining of Sir Reynolds violated the ears of everyone, neither of them seem all that fond of eachother, but I did cause Sou to chuckle, he knows he may be a nuisance but the situation at hand his quite humorous. His smile disappeared when he saw the next person to enter and was replaced with a feeling of dread.
"The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!”
Sou has never be the most fond of nobles or anyone of similarly high status, but usually he can push past the uncomfortable feeling he has when around them and he has people of high status that he would genuinely call friends, but Prince Andruil is the only kind of person Sou can't stand. Even among the high class, Prince Andruil is the absolute worse person Sou has ever heard about, treating the low class as trash, only minding him, self casting an aura of arrogance. Even just hearing his name makes Sou disgusted, but being before him and seeing him face to face fills him with immense dread. Not wanting to ruin his main objective in being here, Sou trys to calm himself but no amount of calming can conceal his discomfort.
In a attempt to take his mind off of the Prince, Sou decides the best course of action is a conversation and sense he was planning on talk to him at some point now is better than never. Sou asks the kid that sits beside him.
"So what brings a kid like yourself to the "True Campaign"?"
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Kazan
"I am well, Ser Shadowreaver, thank you. Yourself?" Theodoric replied in an impassive tone.
"I-I'm fine, Si-sir Kazan, thank you. I-I see you're doing fine too." the chemical-smelling woman chimed in, stammering her words.
"Indeed, I too am fit and well," Kazan said heartily. A few moments later, the wolf pelted man sighed, he crossed his arms and shut his eyes. He needed a distraction from the unnecessary commotion in the hall until the meeting commenced.
Bizarrely, Kazan's thoughts trailed off to his memories from a few months prior. The horrific recollection of how the bodies of his bloodline littered the Shadow Palace like toys in a child's playroom. He remembered how he, his brother and his sister stood in the courtyard and stared into the soulless eyes of the Kindred of Three Venoms. Kazan stood before Kar'Zak; Zeref opposed Kai'Sa; Kali confronted Vel'Maw. Without hesitation and without fear, the three Shadowreaver siblings were ready to sacrifice their lives fighting the titan monsters.
The sound of the servant's voice is what pulled Kazan from what others would've taken to be a nightmare.
“The Blood Moon and Crowned Prince of Oblivi, Andruil has arrived!” Kazan's eyelids flung wide open, revealing his striking amber eyes. He paid close attention to the entrance from the periphery of his vision. The man that walked through made a grandiloquent entrance.
“Greetings one and all,” he said, casting the majority in the room a condescending glance. Though, he shot the chemically smelling woman beside Kazan and Theodoric a knowing glare. Kazan turned his head, observing the prince with a deadpan expression on his visage as he batted away the servant's foolish attempt to be courteous. Conduct in Oblivi differed from that in other kingdoms. Tapping his claw-like nails on the surface of the table, the prince spoke, "Shall we begin?" he was brimming with hubris.
Kazan smirked at the prince's behaviour. Even if he'd only witnessed mere moments of his actions, the difference between Andruil and the other royals and nobles was already beginning to show... and that was for the better. From the fact that he refused the servants aid, despite his royal status, to the sheer confidence he emanated.
"So, that is the man who has royal Oblivi blood coursing through his veins... how intriguing. I must admit, I find it amusing... how behind that flowering face, I can sense the heart of a serpent." Kazan muttered to the two sat beside him.
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"Rose's Council Castle...I've finally arrived." Matel said, now upon the docks of the town surrounding the elegant construction. "If what the heed to arms is to be believed, Terra may be in trouble."
Flipping his own pocket watch, the young baron, a lesser form of nobility, remembered the reason why he was here. To assert himself as not only a noble, but one that would be prominent amongst the princes and princesses, if it was possible.
"My 'sponsors' had better be right about this...I'm not keen to have my suit soiled over a bloody conflict." The blonde continued speaking aloud, albeit in a normal tone to himself as he made his way to the council chamber.
It only took some time, but the individual, with proper paperwork, managed to gain entry as his name was going to be announced by an exasperated maid, clearly worn out from shouting apparently.
However, the baron placed a hand upon her shoulder. "Please, save your voice for the more important people. As a Baron, I matter little to royals."
With that, the baron sat down in an empty chair as he made some space between him and everyone else. Whether or not he was welcome was irrelevant. His directive was to be followed, per the will of his benefactors that have gotten him thus far.
As Matel stayed silent, he looked upon Anduril, and noticed a gleam of something disturbing underneath. While he was safe from the effects of Blood Magic, Matel was ever wary of the Oblivi group as they emitted an aura unlike what even he was told about.
'I'd best avoid a conference that ends in blood, at least for now...' The sandy blonde thought as he was silently eating his provided meal, consisting of eggs, some toast, and a handful of chips with some juice provided. It was light, but it served its purpose as eating too much would render one lethargic.
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Prince Andruil
He could see right away that the mere mention of his name had affected several of the other slayers in the room. Some of them even appeared to be disgusted by him, but that was the beauty of the situation. His reputation was so well known that even these strangers were able to form opinions and summon such powerful emotions in response to his being here. None of them really matter however, they were powerless pawns sent to keep the big fish company.
Andruil’s attention then turned to the other royals at the table. Khall, Princess of Yystania seemed as regal as any other person of royal lineage, despite her being a bastard and all. ANdruil felt a slight sting at the realization that she was who her father choose to represent his nation. It was like a slap in the face to the other royal’s at the table, to be settled with a pretender. The Dark Prince began scratching his right index nail against the table, lightly carving and peeling away at the beautiful wood.
Then there was the Princess Edessa of Erynada who seemed...far from the ideal royal. She was above Khal in his eyes, but the way she carried herself said a lot about her kingdom. Suddenly it was place that he never wanted to visit. The people seated beside both princesses all seemed to be seasoned slayers, which didn’t really matter to Andruil as he wouldn’t be relying on them or protecting them.
“Theodoric, Yuria.” Andruil’s blue eyes shifted from one Oblivian to the next “I’m relieved to see both of you here, I couldn't imagine anyone more capable of showing our kingdoms power.” The Prince then looked towards the other Oblivian slayer who he was not as familiar with. “Who’re you?” He asked bluntly.
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