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Fantasy The Kingsword Will Stand (OPEN)

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THE SORCERESS
Marnie Sapphire
Female - 84 - Bisexual

Vail’s laugh made Marnie smile through her tears; she let out a chuckle and a few sniffles herself. She’d hardly noticed the metallic feeling of his armour through her tears, shock and… well, sogginess. ”What’s a bit of really uncomfortably hard and cold metal between two old friends?” she laughed, her words slightly dampened and gargled by the tears and snot that had compounded in her sinuses. She didn’t care. It felt freeing to let her emotions be seen in their wholeness and to let the dam of her feelings burst open. Over the years she had almost forgotten what relief felt like. What it felt like to be safe. But finally she remembered - as Vail’s elvish words softly weaved their way into her ears.

As Vail moved away slightly and gently wiped away some residual mud from her cheek, she used her own hand to catch a stray tear and wipe it away too. At this closer proximity and the chance to look at Vail’s features, her light blue cheeks, before stained with muddy splotches, turned a soft rosy colour. She smiled, moving her eyes down to his chest plate and back to meet his again.

His next words and the concerning look of distance in his eyes made Marnie raise her hand to his cheek, softly brushing her thumb across it. ”It’s okay,” she whispered, lifting his chin slightly, ”our emotions are raw, let us rest our minds and we shall share our experiences later, when we’ve recuperated.” Making sure he was looking her in the eye, she shared a soft smile with him, nodding lightly to let him know it was okay and that she understood the pain he was feeling.

Location: The stables | With: Everyone, although she hasn’t noticed all of them due to the emosh | Mood: Finally feeling relief



Vail’s laugh made Marnie smile through her tears; she let out a chuckle and a few sniffles herself. She’d hardly noticed the metallic feeling of his armour through her tears, shock and… well, sogginess. ”What’s a bit of really uncomfortably hard and cold metal between two old friends?” she laughed, her words slightly dampened and gargled by the tears and snot that had compounded in her sinuses. She didn’t care. It felt freeing to let her emotions be seen in their wholeness and to let the dam of her feelings burst open. Over the years she had almost forgotten what relief felt like. What it felt like to be safe. But finally she remembered - as Vail’s elvish words softly weaved their way into her ears.

As Vail moved away slightly and gently wiped away some residual mud from her cheek, she used her own hand to catch a stray tear and wipe it away too. At this closer proximity and the chance to look at Vail’s features, her light blue cheeks, before stained with muddy splotches, turned a soft rosy colour. She smiled, moving her eyes down to his chest plate and back to meet his again.

His next words and the concerning look of distance in his eyes made Marnie raise her hand to his cheek, softly brushing her thumb across it. ”It’s okay,” she whispered, lifting his chin slightly, ”our emotions are raw, let us rest our minds and we shall share our experiences later, when we’ve recuperated.” Making sure he was looking her in the eye, she shared a soft smile with him, nodding lightly to let him know it was okay and that she understood the pain he was feeling.
 
THE DRUID
location
the gold rose stables.
WITH
everyone!
WEAPONS
spear. daggers. elemental magic.
INFO
26. male. he/him. bi. brother of antigone.
agathon.
everything happened so quickly. one moment, it was just him, antigone, and julian–three old acquaintances caught by pure chance in the same pub, on the same night, at the same time. in that moment, things were bad, sure, but with the stern order antigone delivered julian? the understanding, the agreement in his eyes? they were amendable. resolvable.

until a healer showed up.

and then, an elf and a warrior.

and then another elf, a barely-clad woman, and… of course.

aevar f*cking istedar again.

agathon's mind raced, mental hands combing through a cluster of panicked, immediate solutions to the dire situation at hand. he did not even notice barrow approach him, prance around him, upon his own arrival. no, the only thing he was aware of, were the chances of these common-folk turning them into their parents. knew they were just about as sure as he was that, in this moment, he’d do anything to be in that safe, stowed away Grove again. to have never left at all.

he considered his wind, but what good would that do hear? he could not stir a gale quick enough to help them outrun three warriors, built for a chase. he considered his water, but the water elf would likely know her way around what pitiful droplets he could call his own. not to mention she, herself, appeared to be a sorceress of some kind.

he considered his fire–well, he couldn’t shield them in flames, without at least roasting themselves half to death. but…

his caramel eyes, ever calculating, ever observing, drifted down to the puddles trapped between the cobblestones of the road below.

steam.

slam a few flames into that accumulated water, and he could perhaps generate a mist to veil them as they escaped. it was bold, it was a gamble, but what choice did they have? every instinct in agathon's body roared at him to run, run, run. he had to get his sister out of here. now. even if julian agreed to uphold their aliases, what real help could he be? any one of these people would turn him in with joy, just as easily. his gaze lifted to aevar, just as the rogue slinked over to him, whispered in his ear. as those familiar eyes, only so much older, shifted to him and his sister.

no, there was no other option. they had to go.

his fingers unfurled from the fists they had unconsciously curled into, fanning out in that instinctual gesture that enabled him to rally his magic, to summon it from whatever arcane core resided within his body. just as his palms and fingertips heated with that budding warmth, teetering on the verge of something comfortable, to something burning–

the elves ran over to each other. and started crying.

confusion might as well have been a bucket of water, dousing his flames. in an instant, that heat ceased, and agathon did nothing but stare at the sight before him. listen to the weeping joy, the disbelieving relief. the rain pattered against his head and shoulders, like the gentle, chirping giggle of the earth itself. his eyes traveled from the two, surveying the rest of the party gathered. the uncomfortable expression on the white-haired warrior’s face; the look of irritated concern on the healer’s, which laced her voice, too, as she chided the young brunette for her choice of attire. that brunette, whom, in the pause, agathon registered was… exceptionally beautiful.

and finally, aevar. the look of… sheer indifference on his face. absolutely unbothered, as if he could care less whether agathon and antigone lived or died.

the druid’s heart swelled. he never imagined he’d ever pray for such a thing to be true, but here he was. rejoicing in the fact.

with his nerves calmed enough to think clearly, agathon turned his head, finally, to antigone. while everyone watched the reunion unfold, he carefully, quietly padded over to her. taking up position at her right side, he leaned in ever so slightly, masking his question in a low, unassuming tone:

”so, should we run?”

while he awaited her response, agathon sunk his fingers into the soft fur on barrow’s head, gently rubbing the spot between the wolf’s ears. his favorite of his sister’s furry squadron. and forced himself to believe that this nightmare was still resolvable, after all.
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THE FEMALE DRUID
Antigone
Female - 29 - Straight

Antigone gently rubbed one of Luna's round ears and noticed the white haired warrior woman's apologetic expression. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders and briefly opened a hand, as it to say, Eh, it's all right. What can you do?.

Julius nodded and headed for Aevar as soon she instructed him to, but seemed loathe to leave her side for some reason. Their reunion had followed the pattern of their childhood. Julian spoke, Antigone got mad, Antigone got violent. The violence in this case was dragging him through the mud while pressiing the nerve on the inside of his arm near his elbow, but still. It was the same. She didn't understand him at all.

Aevar barely glanced at them while Julian whispered in his ear, and when it did, his expression held almost no recognition, or familiarity. She allowwed herself to let go of the breath she realized she had been holding. That went a lot more smoothly than I hoped.

She had been aware of Aggie's subtle movements; the splaying of his fingers to call on his power, his gaze flickering around to see what he could use, and then falling on the puddles around him. Antigone was ready to stop him when the fire crept into his hands, but then the elves had their emotional meeting and it was over, leaving him staring at the pair in confusion. She could understand his instinct, but this was not the time. They needed to be here. Every time she looked at that elf, Vair, she felt the urgency in the earth change to...not quite victory, but confirmation. Loud confirmation. It extended to everyone here, but centered on the elf warrior, and the underdressed brunette woman. Well, I suppose I can thank Vair and Marnie for their outburst. It saved us from creating another messy scene - one we'd have hard time explaining.

Aggie sidled over to her and leaned close to mutter a suggestion disguised as a question. "So, should we run?"

Her gaze flickered to his as he rubbed the space between Barrow's ears, smiling as Barrow tried to lick her brother's hand without moving his head away from Aggie's hand, and shook her head. "We can't. We need to be here." she said softly. "I don't want to be here any more than you, but everyone here? The earth is telling me they're important, especially the mountain elf and the woman with unfortunate wardrobe choices."
I
Location: the Stables | With: too many damn people | Mood: resigned


Antigone - The Druid

Location: The Stables
With: Too many people
Mood: Resigned

Antigone gently rubbed one of Luna's round ears and noticed the white haired warrior woman's apologetic expression. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders and briefly opened a hand, as it to say, Eh, it's all right. What can you do?.

Julius nodded and headed for Aevar as soon she instructed him to, but seemed loathe to leave her side for some reason. Their reunion had followed the pattern of their childhood. Julian spoke, Antigone got mad, Antigone got violent. The violence in this case was dragging him through the mud while pressiing the nerve on the inside of his arm near his elbow, but still. It was the same. She didn't understand him at all.

Aevar barely glanced at them while Julian whispered in his ear, and when it did, his expression held almost no recognition, or familiarity. She allowwed herself to let go of the breath she realized she had been holding. That went a lot more smoothly than I hoped.

She had been aware of Aggie's subtle movements; the splaying of his fingers to call on his power, his gaze flickering around to see what he could use, and then falling on the puddles around him. Antigone was ready to stop him when the fire crept into his hands, but then the elves had their emotional meeting and it was over, leaving him staring at the pair in confusion. She could understand his instinct, but this was not the time. They needed to be here. Every time she looked at that elf, Vair, she felt the urgency in the earth change to...not quite victory, but confirmation. Loud confirmation. It extended to everyone here, but centered on the elf warrior, and the underdressed brunette woman. Well, I suppose I can thank Vair and Marnie for their outburst. It saved us from creating another messy scene - one we'd have hard time explaining.

Aggie sidled over to her and leaned close to mutter a suggestion disguised as a question. "So, should we run?"

Her gaze flickered to his as he rubbed the space between Barrow's ears, smiling as Barrow tried to lick her brother's hand without moving his head away from Aggie's hand, and shook her head. "We can't. We need to be here." she said softly. "I don't want to be here any more than you, but everyone here? The earth is telling me they're important, especially the mountain elf and the woman with unfortunate wardrobe choices."
 











THE THIEF


Julian Valerius the IIIrd


Male - 25 - Straight



Aevar had sighed at Julian's words, essentially dismissing the concern altogether, his only interest lying in whether or not they could help him in his revenge against Iselde. As he bent over the bucket and scrubbed at the stains, Julian sighed as well.

Aevar had been such a happy, carefree child. He had cherub cheeks and soft hair and an infectious, adorable smile. The youngest of their little band, he was always trailing after them like a clingy little brother, which was essentially what he was to them, with all that that entailed.

They might tease him or be the kind of mean children tend to be at times, but they would also have torn limb from limb anyone who dared to hurt him, and he simply wouldn't let them out of his sight.

But that was then and this was now. Since their separation, he'd grown up, grown bitter, and grown cold. Now, he was indifferent to almost everything around him, and that included people unless they were a direct threat to his life or a benefit to his quest. Beyond that, he didn't care.

Julian sighed again as he got the last of the mud off his clothes. He straightened and stood up, just as the healer was admonishing the brunette for not being clothed warmly enough. Julian felt for the girl- he hated being cold too.

The two elves were still immersed in a little world of their own, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings and watched in obvious discomfort by the mountain elf's grumpy companion.

A look passed between her and Antigone. Julian didn't quite get what it meant, but it was clear the two understood each other without needing to speak.

Neat trick, he thought, wondering if the druid was telepathic and then suddenly worrying about what it would mean for him if she were.

It didn't seem he needed to worry about it at the moment though, as Agathon walked over to his sister and they conferred quietly, surrounded by their animals. Julian didn't fail to notice how, as always, Antigone's natural tension released whenever her brother was near.

As was customary for him, he turned away from the pang of emotion this caused him by turning his attention to something else and relaxing into his usual persona.

He walked up to the grumpy elven healer, flashing a perfect smile, and said "Thank you for coming to my aid just now. Would you really have been able to heal me if I'd gotten mauled by the bear?"

He'd seen healers do amazing things before, but that would have taken a truly formidable level of skill.


Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Curious




Aevar had sighed at Julian's words, essentially dismissing the concern altogether, his only interest lying in whether or not they could help him in his revenge against Iselde. As he bent over the bucket and scrubbed at the stains, Julian sighed as well.

Aevar had been such a happy, carefree child. He had cherub cheeks and soft hair and an infectious, adorable smile. The youngest of their little band, he was always trailing after them like a clingy little brother, which was essentially what he was to them, with all that that entailed.

They might tease him or be the kind of mean children tend to be at times, but they would also have torn limb from limb anyone who dared to hurt him, and he simply wouldn't let them out of his sight.

But that was then and this was now. Since their separation, he'd grown up, grown bitter, and grown cold. Now, he was indifferent to almost everything around him, and that included people unless they were a direct threat to his life or a benefit to his quest. Beyond that, he didn't care.

Julian sighed again as he got the last of the mud off his clothes. He straightened and stood up, just as the healer was admonishing the brunette for not being clothed warmly enough. Julian felt for the girl- he hated being cold too.

The two elves were still immersed in a little world of their own, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings and watched in obvious discomfort by the mountain elf's grumpy companion.

A look passed between her and Antigone. Julian didn't quite get what it meant, but it was clear the two understood each other without needing to speak.

Neat trick, he thought, wondering if the druid was telepathic and then suddenly worrying about what it would mean for him if she were.

It didn't seem he needed to worry about it at the moment though, as Agathon walked over to his sister and they conferred quietly, surrounded by their animals. Julian didn't fail to notice how, as always, Antigone's natural tension released whenever her brother was near.

As was customary for him, he turned away from the pang of emotion this caused him by turning his attention to something else and relaxing into his usual persona.

He walked up to the grumpy elven healer, flashing a perfect smile, and said "Thank you for coming to my aid just now. Would you really have been able to heal me if I'd gotten mauled by the bear?"

He'd seen healers do amazing things before, but that would have taken a truly formidable level of skill.
 
THE HEALER
Aenwyn
Female - 97 - Gay

Aenwyn had to agree, the bear threat was over. Which meant this whole exercise was pointless. She was going to scruff that stable boy to listen instead of just watching, even if she might have thought the same thing at his age. ‘Maybe when I was literally his age,’ she shook her head, frowning slightly at the dampness of the cloak given to the underdressed girl. It’d be most helpful to keep the wind off, which regardless of how much she’d prefer to be inside, she had to admit the stable was not very drafty. Not even cool with all the hor-animals inside. Still, the girl was in no danger but discomfort as long as she came inside within the hour. If she couldn’t manage that much, then she was beyond Aenwyn’s help anyway. She could heal the body, even help ease the mind, but the stupid she’d never managed to fix.

She gave a glance over to the long-lost lovers (or something) and grimaced as they crossed from mushy into full-fledged sogginess. Right, they were in no danger, except the girl of getting her ear talked off, but at least his elvish was more pleasant to ignore. She glanced back at the druids, squinting at the boy; she’d sensed his cycling through elements and could practically feel his murderous intentions as a gust in the stuffy stable. Evidently, the elvish couple produced enough water to douse even his killer instinct, how convenient. She watched him confer with his sister and nodded to her: let her keep him under control, she wanted out of her before he managed to light the barn on fire.

She began to move closer to the door the trio had come through, when Pretty Boy appeared in her path, trying to blind her with a smile. Wasn’t he mourning the state of his clothes or something? She looked him up and down, mildly impressed at how successful he was at cleaning them with just water, then annoyed at herself for caring. She just wanted to get a room and be warm inside. She sighed at his question, but answered “As long as your head was in one piece, most likely. It would not have been a clean healing.” The scars would have likely been painful without repeated heals as well. But in a mauling, getting the person back in one piece was more important than functionality. Aenwyn could certainly go back and heal the muscles and tendons slower, stretching the limb without pain, but in the moment, faster was better.

“It’d be best to not walk to your doom with a dumb look on your face than to hope for a healer of my skill.” She spoke bluntly and without modesty or shame. It just was. She’d never met another healer that was at her level. Occasionally there were new techniques for her to learn, which was why she’d bothered to still wander, but no one who could actually fight the disease directly. No one who would have--that was a lifetime ago. Suffice it to say, she’d never found someone stronger than her.

Location: Still in the Stables | With: Pretty Boy | Mood: grumpy


Aenwyn had to agree, the bear threat was over. Which meant this whole exercise was pointless. She was going to scruff that stable boy to listen instead of just watching, even if she might have thought the same thing at his age. ‘Maybe when I was literally his age,’ she shook her head, frowning slightly at the dampness of the cloak given to the underdressed girl. It’d be most helpful to keep the wind off, which regardless of how much she’d prefer to be inside, she had to admit the stable was not very drafty. Not even cool with all the hor-animals inside. Still, the girl was in no danger but discomfort as long as she came inside within the hour. If she couldn’t manage that much, then she was beyond Aenwyn’s help anyway. She could heal the body, even help ease the mind, but the stupid she’d never managed to fix.

She gave a glance over to the long-lost lovers (or something) and grimaced as they crossed from mushy into full-fledged sogginess. Right, they were in no danger, except the girl of getting her ear talked off, but at least his elvish was more pleasant to ignore. She glanced back at the druids, squinting at the boy; she’d sensed his cycling through elements and could practically feel his murderous intentions as a gust in the stuffy stable. Evidently, the elvish couple produced enough water to douse even his killer instinct, how convenient. She watched him confer with his sister and nodded to her: let her keep him under control, she wanted out of her before he managed to light the barn on fire.

She began to move closer to the door the trio had come through, when Pretty Boy appeared in her path, trying to blind her with a smile. Wasn’t he mourning the state of his clothes or something? She looked him up and down, mildly impressed at how successful he was at cleaning them with just water, then annoyed at herself for caring. She just wanted to get a room and be warm inside. She sighed at his question, but answered “As long as your head was in one piece, most likely. It would not have been a clean healing.” The scars would have likely been painful without repeated heals as well. But in a mauling, getting the person back in one piece was more important than functionality. Aenwyn could certainly go back and heal the muscles and tendons slower, stretching the limb without pain, but in the moment, faster was better.

“It’d be best to not walk to your doom with a dumb look on your face than to hope for a healer of my skill.” She spoke bluntly and without modesty or shame. It just was. She’d never met another healer that was at her level. Occasionally there were new techniques for her to learn, which was why she’d bothered to still wander, but no one who could actually fight the disease directly. No one who would have--that was a lifetime ago. Suffice it to say, she’d never found someone stronger than her.
 
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THE TRUE SOVEREIGN
Vail Fairfax
Male - 84 - Bisexual

Marnie’s gentle hand on his cheek threatened to undo him again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath In an attempt at getting his unruly heart back under to control. He felt if it beat much faster it would either explode or beat out of his chest. He opened his eyes, their dark sapphire depths swimming with unshed tears. He had been pushing his grief and trauma down for so long, and now he had let a small fragment of it out, it was hard to reign it back in.

He met her gaze and nodded in response, offering her a shaky smile in reply to hers. “Later.” He said softly in agreement, feeling himself slowly regain control over his tumultuous emotions again. There will be time later. It seemed, more and more, lately, as if there would never be time for later, and something horrible would happen to force him to deal with it, timing be damned. Like the day he met Myara. He’d never been a kill first and ask questions later kind of fighter. In fact, he preferred to not fight, if he could help it, and, with the exception of that one time, he only drew blood or killed in self defense. If he ever found the woman who killed his father, he’d happily make an exception to that rule and kill her with pleasure. It would be hard, since he didn’t ever see her, but there would be no mistaking her voice. It’s all he needed.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then reached up with his gauntleted hand to gently cover Marnie’s, and smiled, more genuinely this time. “Marnie, let me introduce you to my friend. We’ve been travelling together for a while now. It really is quite the story of how we met. I’ll tell it to you sometime, though you won’t ever get more than one or two words from her.”

He turned to Myara, still holding her hand, and switched back to the common tongue of the humans, “Myara, I apologize for my emotional state. Please meet an old, dear friend of mine from Selone. We grew up together. Myara, this Marnie, my dear friend and very gifted sorceress. Marnie, this is Myara, my friend and…bodyguard?”
Location: Stables | With: Evreyone | Mood: At little Broody McBrooderson, and determined to shake it. There will be time later.


The True Sovereign - Vail Fairfax
I am here: The Stables
With: Everyone
Mood: At little Broody McBrooderson, and determined to shake it. There will be time later.

Marnie’s gentle hand on his cheek threatened to undo him again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt at getting his unruly heart back under to control. He felt if it beat much faster it would either explode or beat out of his chest. He opened his eyes their dark sapphire depths swimming with unshed tears. He had been pushing his grief and trauma down for so long, and now he had let a small fragment of it out, it was hard to reign it back in.

He met her gaze and nodded in response, offering her a shaky smile in reply to hers. “Later.” He said softly in agreement, feeling himself slowly regain control over his tumultuous emotions again. There will be time later. It seemed, more and more, lately, as if there would never be time for later, and something horrible would happen to force him to deal with it, timing be damned. Like the day he met Myara. He’d never been a kill first and ask questions later kind of fighter. In fact, he preferred to not fight, if he could help it, and, with the exception of that one time, he only drew blood or killed in self defense. If he ever found the woman who killed his father, he’d happily make an exception to that rule.and kill her with pleasure It would be hard, since he didn’t ever see her, but there would be no mistaking her voice. It’s all he needed.

He took another deep breath and let it out slowly, then reached up with his gauntleted hand to gently cover Marnie’s, and smiled, more genuinely this time. “Marnie, let me introduce you to my friend. We’ve been travelling together for a while now. It really is quite the story of how we met. I’ll tell it to you sometime, though you won’t ever get more than one or two words from her.”

He turned to Myara, still holding her hand, and switched back to the common tongue of the humans, “Myara, I apologize for my emotional state. Please meet an old, dear friend of mine from Selone. We grew up together. Myara, this Marnie Sapphire, my dear friend and very gifted sorceress. Marnie Sapphire, this is Myara, my friend and…bodyguard?”
 











THE SELLSWORD


Myara Etyana Valar


Female - 28 - Gay



The druid woman smiled and shrugged, and the corner of Myara's lip twitched upwards. It seemed they understood each other then. She watched as her brother joined her at the far end of the stables and the two conferred with each other in low, familiar tones, surrounded by their animals- it made for quite the tableau.

At that moment, the rogue chose to focus his attention on Aenwyn, which was bound to be entertaining.

Wrong tree, Myara thought, though she'd seen him make enough of a fool of himself around the druid woman to know his focus was clearly elsewhere.

Aenwyn's attention was pulled away from grimacing at Vail and his new-old friend, making Myara's lips twitch again, by the sound of the rogue's voice as he blocked her path, effectively stopping her from leaving.

Aenwyn looked him up and down appraisingly, then sighed and admitted to an astounding level of skill, even for a healer. Myara reflected again that having someone like her around would be truly invaluable, even as she observed that Aenwyn's body language screamed about her wanting to get out of there and away from all of them as fast as possible.

She was then distracted from her observations of the healer by the sound of her name.

She turned to see Vail had turned to her, and reverted back to Common to introduce his long-lost friend. She glared at him for the introduction- this was now the second stranger he had given her name to in a single evening.

When he hesitated on the word... bodyguard, she snorted. More like babysitter, she thought in a rare and, as always, silent instance of humor.

Realizing she had no choice now, Myara turned her gaze to the waterelf, annoyance etched clearly in every line of her face. Then her eyes met Marnie's sapphire ones and she forgot to be angry.

For a long moment, she just stared. Then she got ahold of herself, and looked away while holding out a handkerchief to the sorceress with one gloved hand.

The bucket of water had clearly been intended to help her with the mud on her clothes, but the rogue had decided to take that for his own and, after the sudden reunion with Vail, the waterelf's face might be a more immediate concern than her attire.

Not that it mattered to Myara; neither mud nor snot could obscure the brilliance of those eyes, and for once she was wordless with more than just irritability.

She continued to awkwardly and silently hold out the handkerchief, waiting for the elf to take it, even as she noticed that Vail had still not released her hand.


Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Enchanted



The druid woman smiled and shrugged, and the corner of Myara's lip twitched upwards. It seemed they understood each other then. She watched as her brother joined her at the far end of the stables and the two conferred with each other in low, familiar tones, surrounded by their animals- it made for quite the tableau.

At that moment, the rogue chose to focus his attention on Aenwyn, which was bound to be entertaining.

Wrong tree, Myara thought, though she'd seen him make enough of a fool of himself around the druid woman to know his focus was clearly elsewhere.

Aenwyn's attention was pulled away from grimacing at Vail and his new-old friend, making Myara's lips twitch again, by the sound of the rogue's voice as he blocked her path, effectively stopping her from leaving.

Aenwyn looked him up and down appraisingly, then sighed and admitted to an astounding level of skill, even for a healer. Myara reflected again that having someone like her around would be truly invaluable, even as she observed that Aenwyn's body language screamed about her wanting to get out of there and away from all of them as fast as possible.

She was then distracted from her observations of the healer by the sound of her name.

She turned to see Vail had turned to her, and reverted back to Common to introduce his long-lost friend. She glared at him for the introduction- this was now the second stranger he had given her name to in a single evening.

When he hesitated on the word... bodyguard, she snorted. More like babysitter, she thought in a rare and, as always, silent instance of humor.

Realizing she had no choice now, Myara turned her gaze to the waterelf, annoyance etched clearly in every line of her face. Then her eyes met Marnie's sapphire ones and she forgot to be angry.

For a long moment, she just stared. Then she got ahold of herself, and looked away while holding out a handkerchief to the sorceress with one gloved hand.

The bucket of water had clearly been intended to help her with the mud on her clothes, but the rogue had decided to take that for his own and, after the sudden reunion with Vail, the waterelf's face might be a more immediate concern than her attire.

Not that it mattered to Myara; neither mud nor snot could obscure the brilliance of those eyes, and for once she was wordless with more than just irritability.

She continued to awkwardly and silently hold out the handkerchief, waiting for the elf to take it, even as she noticed that Vail had still not released her hand.
 
THE ORACLE
Nimue
Female - 22 - Bisexual





Nimue tensed up embarassed when Aenwyn made a comment on her poor choice of clothing. Aenwyn wasn't wrong, her nose felt a little drippy anyways. But it was her only option when it came to clothing. Lake Loghres was very warm even during the rainy seasons. Nimue turned to walk towards the door as to not cause anyone grief, but her head stabbed in pain. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Quickly, she regained her composure. "I think it would be best for me to stay out here. But I deeply appreciate your concern." Nimue thanked the elf struggling with her words and attempting to give a smile.

Nimue was a tad shocked as Aevar placed a cloak over her shoulders. "Thank you." She replied shyly, with a small smile. Nimue began to space out. To her, it was a little surreal to be amongst this many people without hellacious amounts of aggression. This was her first "okay" experience amongst people. Although she didn't know anyone within the room, she could tell that they were all very good individuals. She watched, a little unaware of what was going on, distantly observing the interactions of those within the stables.

Nimue didn't want to run them off with her tellings. She didn't want them to be mistaken for erratic ramblings. After all they were always what had gotten her in trouble during her previous outings. Nimue bit the inside of her cheek hoping she wasn't blighted by her decision to postpone providing them with knowledge of their destinies. Alas, she was not granted mercy. "No, no, no, n-." A pain that surpassed all of her past experiences, overtook Nimue. As if she was being punished for deliberately choosing to not instruct the group.

Nimue let out a sigh and smacked her hand onto a nearby post, catching herself. The cloak she was lended, slipped off one of her shoulders, touching the floor. Nimue wondered if now would be the proper time to inform them. It sure felt like it. Everyone's voices were muddled and then silenced by the voices in Nimue's head. "Tell them. You must guide them. The good world is at stake." They hissed, attacking her mind. Nimue desperately dug her nails in to the wooden post. She kept tears from streaking down her face as she thought of how freaked out everyone would be. Her head dropped, hanging between her shoulders as breathing became a chore.

Nimue's eyes began to roll back into her head. She bit the inside of her mouth as her nails dug so deep into the wooden post that the surface of wood splintered and cut into her finger tips. With a small grunt, Nimue threw her head up. "Silence. Please. I'm sorry." She let out, as her eyes fully rolled back replaced with pearly white orbs. As she breathed her back lightly heaved up and down. Her neck strained and she shook slightly from head to toe. Nimue clawed and grasped at the wooden post, the cloak dropping to the floor. Her mind was now absent, and she was unable to care about making an insane spectacle of herself.

Nimue aggressively drew air into her nose, gritting her teeth and trying to stay concious. Weakly, she rose her hand with her index finger extended. Her white, glossed over eyes seemed as if they had the same vision as normal eyes. Nimue's hand made it's way until it was pointing at Vail. She dropped her head again and quickly jerked it back up. "The True Soverei-." She said swallowing her spit unable to finish her sentence. She began breathing through her mouth knowing she was about to lose conciousness. Body now shaking violently, She waved her hand across the entire room. "All of you... You'r-." Nimue tried to start her explanation once more, but the pain was more than her mortal body could take. Her body gave out and her head smacked into the wooden post as she slid to the floor unconcious.

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Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: AFFLICTED & EMBARASSED XD

 
THE FALLEN HEIR
Aevar Istedir
Male - 22 - Straight

Aevar watched the group; he didn't know that he could trust anyone in this room. He could trust a single person in this room, but the others were yet to be seen. His rogue friend had his own goal in mind, he was sure. What he couldn't tell was if he was going to try and get in bed with the druid or not, though even he wasn't sure what he was going to do with all of that. He saw as the elves seemed to calm down after their emotions had been stirred up for a moment there. Well, it seems like this is an interesting group, I suppose. He thought to himself.

He still thought the elf, who was obviously the healer, was a bit too blunt. However, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though he wasn't sure how he felt about the elf. Folding his arms across his chest as he let out a sigh. He was tempted just to go grab a drink and come back since it didn't seem like he was going to need to help with anything. The elf from earlier seemed to have everything under control, and his rogue friend had taken the bucket. So at this point, he was going to continue with his own mission. When Nimue thanked him he nodded his head as he was about to turn around to go grab a drink when she told everyone to go silent.

He watched as the whole thing started, as her eyes turned into white orbs, he cocked his head to the right. He wasn't sure what was going on at the moment the woman he saw meek had changed a bit. It was almost like some message, though it seemed to be taking a toll on her body. When she pointed at the elf and said stated he was the true sovereign or at least that was the best guess based on what she said. Though she never got the full thing out. Watching at his cloak had hit the floor and the way she was gripping the post.

Though she didn't finish her message before she smacked her head against the post. He had shifted his hand to the halberd he carried for a moment as he wasn't sure what was going on. Once everything had happened, and she smacked her head against the pole he moved his hand away. Blinking a few times as he looked at the elf before moving toward Nimue who was now on the floor.

He sat down as he grabbed his cloak and threw it over the woman's body. He lifted her head off the floor and set it in his lap, he couldn't just let the girl who smacked herself lay there on the floor. Glancing over at the elf, something he hadn't expect at all, though if it was true then his search was finally over. "So you are the true sovereign huh, the one that is supposed to reunite the kingdoms?" He inquired knowing full well that having this man as an ally would allow him to reclaim the throne from his mother.
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Location: The Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Confused and shocked


Aevar watched the group; he didn't know that he could trust anyone in this room. He could trust a single person in this room, but the others were yet to be seen. His rogue friend had his own goal in mind, he was sure. What he couldn't tell was if he was going to try and get in bed with the druid or not, though even he wasn't sure what he was going to do with all of that. He saw as the elves seemed to calm down after their emotions had been stirred up for a moment there. Well, it seems like this is an interesting group, I suppose. He thought to himself.

He still thought the elf, who was obviously the healer, was a bit too blunt. However, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though he wasn't sure how he felt about the elf. Folding his arms across his chest as he let out a sigh. He was tempted just to go grab a drink and come back since it didn't seem like he was going to need to help with anything. The elf from earlier seemed to have everything under control, and his rogue friend had taken the bucket. So at this point, he was going to continue with his own mission. When Nimue thanked him he nodded his head as he was about to turn around to go grab a drink when she told everyone to go silent.

He watched as the whole thing started, as her eyes turned into white orbs, he cocked his head to the right. He wasn't sure what was going on at the moment the woman he saw meek had changed a bit. It was almost like some message, though it seemed to be taking a toll on her body. When she pointed at the elf and said stated he was the true sovereign or at least that was the best guess based on what she said. Though she never got the full thing out. Watching at his cloak had hit the floor and the way she was gripping the post.

Though she didn't finish her message before she smacked her head against the post. He had shifted his hand to the halberd he carried for a moment as he wasn't sure what was going on. Once everything had happened, and she smacked her head against the pole he moved his hand away. Blinking a few times as he looked at the elf before moving toward Nimue who was now on the floor.

He sat down as he grabbed his cloak and threw it over the woman's body. He lifted her head off the floor and set it in his lap, he couldn't just let the girl who smacked herself lay there on the floor. Glancing over at the elf, something he hadn't expect at all, though if it was true then his search was finally over. "So you are the true sovereign huh, the one that is supposed to reunite the kingdoms?" He inquired knowing full well that having this man as an ally would allow him to reclaim the throne from his mother.
 
THE SORCERESS
Marnie Sapphire
Female - 84 - Bisexual

The comforting sensation of Vail’s hand on hers, although clad in a gauntlet, made her smile again. It was strange to remember what comfort felt like and to unearth feelings of hope that had been buried under years of grief and anguish. Marnie turned her head as Vail did, meeting the annoyed eyes of Myara. She tilted her head in an inquisitive way, studying the woman to try and understand the volatility of her emotions. She could relate to Myara’s awkwardness and apprehension, but to have met so many other people who were like her in one day felt like some kind of divine intervention, especially with how down on her luck she was. It is strange how today’s events have culminated… she thought, curious at what had brought them all together in this moment.

”It is a pleasure to meet you, Myara,” she uttered sincerely, just as Myara thrusted the handkerchief toward her ”…thank you for taking care of Vail.” Marnie reached out to take the handkerchief, ”and for this,” she lifted the handkerchief up slightly, wiping away the residue of dried tears and mud from her cheeks. Marnie turned her head to Vail’s hand as she finished up cleaning her face, interlocking her fingers with his. She didn’t make eye contact with him, for fear of giving away her feelings with the changing colours of her cheeks.

Truth be told, her mother’s experience of love had tainted her own. She knew Vail was kind and would never harm her, but this anxiety, like most anxieties, was not rational and it was often a struggle to combat the fear. If only I grew strong enough to fight these thoughts, she pondered, a look of pain and fear of regret passing over her face. Squeezing Vail’s hand lightly, feeling the warmth of his being, her worries dissipated for a moment. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she lifted her head and finally looked Vail in the eye again, ”Vail, there’s something I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I never had the chan-”

Marnie’s voice was cut short by Nimue’s call for attention. She let out an audible gasp as her new friend’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, causing her to grasp Vail’s hand even tighter than before. Her shoulders lifted up in tense anticipation of danger and her other hand that still held Myara’s handkerchief raised up to her chest in an instinctive way to protect her vital organs. Everything became a blur after Nimue called out to Vail as ‘The True Sovereign’. Nimue fell in slow motion and Marnie’s run to check on her new friend felt like millennia.

Location: The stables | With: Everyone, but running toward Nimue | Mood: Tense and upset that both her new friend was hurt and that she still failed to tell Vail her true feelings



The comforting sensation of Vail’s hand on hers, although clad in a gauntlet, made her smile again. It was strange to remember what comfort felt like and to unearth feelings of hope that had been buried under years of grief and anguish. Marnie turned her head as Vail did, meeting the annoyed eyes of Myara. She tilted her head in an inquisitive way, studying the woman to try and understand the volatility of her emotions. She could relate to Myara’s awkwardness and apprehension, but to have met so many other people who were like her in one day felt like some kind of divine intervention, especially with how down on her luck she was. It is strange how today’s events have culminated… she thought, curious at what had brought them all together in this moment.

”It is a pleasure to meet you, Myara,” she uttered sincerely, just as Myara thrusted the handkerchief toward her ”…thank you for taking care of Vail.” Marnie reached out to take the handkerchief, ”and for this,” she lifted the handkerchief up slightly, wiping away the residue of dried tears and mud from her cheeks. Marnie turned her head to Vail’s hand as she finished up cleaning her face, interlocking her fingers with his. She didn’t make eye contact with him, for fear of giving away her feelings with the changing colours of her cheeks.

Truth be told, her mother’s experience of love had tainted her own. She knew Vail was kind and would never harm her, but this anxiety, like most anxieties, was not rational and it was often a struggle to combat the fear. If only I grew strong enough to fight these thoughts, she pondered, a look of pain and fear of regret passing over her face. Squeezing Vail’s hand lightly, feeling the warmth of his being, her worries dissipated for a moment. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she lifted her head and finally looked Vail in the eye again, ”Vail, there’s something I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I never had the chan-”

Marnie’s voice was cut short by Nimue’s call for attention. She let out an audible gasp as her new friend’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, causing her to grasp Vail’s hand even tighter than before. Her shoulders lifted up in tense anticipation of danger and her other hand that still held Myara’s handkerchief raised up to her chest in an instinctive way to protect her vital organs. Everything became a blur after Nimue called out to Vail as ‘The True Sovereign’. Nimue fell in slow motion and Marnie’s run to check on her new friend felt like millennia.
 
THE FEMALE DRUID
Antigone
Female - 29 - Straight

Antigone continued to observe everyone as they continued interacted with one another. It really was interesting to watch people form connections within short moments of meeting one another. With the exception of herself and Julian perhaps, and the 2 reunited elves. She watched as Vail introduced Marnie to the white haired woman, who shot a murderous glare at the woman, then suddenly did a 180 with her expression, going from “I hate everyone” to “I hate everyone but you”. The druid raised a scarlet eyebrow as her gaze fell on the elves' entwined fingers, and the way they smiled at each other. She flicked her gaze toward the fighter, who’s name was Myara. How pretty. She was getting ready to give her a meaningful look to warn her of the situation she was going to find herself in, when the underdressed woman suddenly commanded silence.

What happened next was almost indescribable. It was like another hand had taken control of the woman, and she looked at everyone with eyes suddenly completely white. Antigone took a step forward when the woman (she hated not knowing anyone’s names), suddenly stiffened, and began to shake. She pointed a hand at Vail, proclaiming him The True Sovereign. Within her, she felt the earth give a victorious cry. What, really? She looked at the elven man, who stared as if he’d just been hit in the face with a wet fish. Obviously, this was news to him. It explained why she had been pulled here. Vail, and everyone here, was what the earth needed to make things right.

“That’s it.” She whispered. “I found you. See, Aggie? I told you we had to be here.”

She opened her mouth to speak to Vail, when she was again interrupted, again, by the underdressed woman, who dropped like a stone, hitting her head on the post on her way down. Antigone hurried forward, instinctively, and without thought. She hadn’t forgotten about he healer, she just found herself in situations like this so often, with someone injured and no healer nearby, it had become second nature to act. She swept off her cloak so she could work more easily, exposing a network of intricate blue knotwork tattoos across her shoulders. They climbed up the sides of her neck, and disappeared under the cover of the sleeves of her chemise and the leather across her chest. Her long, thick, braided hair spilled free of the confines of her cloak, falling past her knees.

“We need to get her on her side, to keep her airways open.” She ordered, digging in her bag for her collection of herbs. “Check her pulse, and her eyes. If they’re back to normal, make sure her pupils react normally. If they don’t we have a problem. Also, is she bleeding?”

She stopped suddenly and looked at the healer. “Sorry. I don’t mean to step on toes.”

Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Concerned as hell, also “Ah HAH!”


The Female Druid - Antigone

I am here: In the stable
With: Everybody
Mood: Concerned as hell, also “Ah HAH!”

Antigone continued to observe everyone as they ineracted with one another. It really was interesting to watch people form connections within short moments of meeting one another. With the exception of herself and Julian perhaps, and the 2 reunited elves. She watched as Vail introduced Marnie to the white haired woman, who shot a murderous glare at the woman, then suddenly did a 180 with her expression, going from “I hate everyone” to “I hate everyone but you”. The druid raised a scarlet eyebrow as her gaze fell on the elves' entwined fingers, and the way they smiled at each other. She flicked her gaze toward the fighter, who’s name was Myara. How pretty. She was getting ready to give her a meaningful look to warn her of the situation she was going to find herself in, when the underdressed woman suddenly commanded silence.

What happened next was almost indescribable. It was like another hand had taken control of the woman, and she looked at everyone with eyes suddenly completely white. Antigone took a step forward when the woman (she hated not knowing anyone’s names), suddenly stiffened, and began to shake. She pointed a hand at Vail, proclaiming him The True Sovereign. Within her, she felt the earth give a victorious cry. What, really? She looked at the elven man, who stared as if he’d just been hit in the face with a wet fish. Obviously, this was news to him. It explained why she had been pulled here. Vail, and everyone here, was what the earth needed to make things right.

“That’s it.” She whispered. “I found you. See, Aggie? I told you we had to be here.”

She opened her mouth to speak to Vail, when she was again interrupted, again, by the underdressed woman, who dropped like a stone, hitting her head on the post on her way down. Antigone hurried forward, instinctively, and without thought. She hadn’t forgotten about he healer, she just found herself in situations like this so often, with someone injured and no healer nearby, it had become second nature to act. She swept off her cloak so she could work more easily, exposing a network of intricate blue knotwork tattoos across her shoulders. They climbed up the sides of her neck, and disappeared under the cover of the sleeves of her chemise and the leather across her chest. Her long, thick, braided hair spilled free of the confines of her cloak, falling past her knees.

“We need to get her on her side, to keep her airways open.” She ordered, digging in her bag for her collection of herbs. “Check her pulse, and her eyes. If they’re back to normal, make sure her pupils react normally. If they don’t we have a problem. Also, is she bleeding?”

She stopped suddenly and looked at the healer. “Sorry. I don’t mean to step on toes.”
 











THE THIEF


Julian Valerius the IIIrd


Male - 25 - Straight



Julian didn't fail to notice the healer looking him appraisingly up and down, and his smile got more brilliant by a couple degrees.

Which vanished when she immediately called him stupid and suggested he not put himself in these situations at all. It made him want to laugh, though, because it reminded him of what Aevar would say.

Apparently, the elves were done being dramatic though not, it would appear, intimate, as the armored one introduced first himself, then his friend.

Julian winced when he noticed the shift in the woman's eyes occurring almost at the same time as the waterelf carefully and deliberately interlacing her fingers with those of... Vail, was it? Poetic name.

Tough blow, he thought sympathetically. He felt something similar each time Antigone glared at him and then smiled at her brother, ridiculous though his jealousy might be.

At that moment, the drama of a newly-developed love triangle was rudely interrupted by the beautiful brunette having some sort of fit.

She pointed at Vail and designated him as the True Sovereign. At the word, Julian's gazed flashed immediately towards Aevar- he'd been pursuing this rumor for months now, convinced it was the only way to get back his throne.

When the oracle's prediction expanded to include all of them, Julian felt a tremor of fear- he didn't like the sound of that one bit. Helping a friend was one thing, but being part of a prophecy? He shuddered.

It seemed she was unable to go any further, however, as she flat-out fainted and fell to the floor.

Aevar, ever the gentleman, if still uncaring, wrapped her in his cloak and set her head in his lap before turning his attention to Vail.

Marnie and Antigone both rushed to the girl's side as well, and Julian felt he was hardly needed. He stepped back to give everyone room, leaning up against a post and casually crossing his arms.

He watched the scene with a cautiously neutral expression, even though his stomach had just done a somersault at the sight of Antigone ripping off her cloak and revealing an intricate network of cerulean tattoos.

The sight of her hair falling loose as well was simply too much for the thief's delicate system, and he carefully looked away- hoping no one could read his thoughts or hear the shallowness of his breaths and the thumping of his heart.


Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Inflamed




Julian didn't fail to notice the healer looking him appraisingly up and down, and his smile got more brilliant by a couple degrees.

Which vanished when she immediately called him stupid and suggested he not put himself in these situations at all. It made him want to laugh, though, because it reminded him of what Aevar would say.

Apparently, the elves were done being dramatic though not, it would appear, intimate, as the armored one introduced first himself, then his friend.

Julian winced when he noticed the shift in the woman's eyes occurring almost at the same time as the waterelf carefully and deliberately interlacing her fingers with those of... Vail, was it? Poetic name.

Tough blow, he thought sympathetically. He felt something similar each time Antigone glared at him and then smiled at her brother, ridiculous though his jealousy might be.

At that moment, the drama of a newly-developed love triangle was rudely interrupted by the beautiful brunette having some sort of fit.

She pointed at Vail and designated him as the True Sovereign. At the word, Julian's gazed flashed immediately towards Aevar- he'd been pursuing this rumor for months now, convinced it was the only way to get back his throne.

When the oracle's prediction expanded to include all of them, Julian felt a tremor of fear- he didn't like the sound of that one bit. Helping a friend was one thing, but being part of a prophecy? He shuddered.

It seemed she was unable to go any further, however, as she flat-out fainted and fell to the floor.

Aevar, ever the gentleman, if still uncaring, wrapped her in his cloak and set her head in his lap before turning his attention to Vail.

Marnie and Antigone both rushed to the girl's side as well, and Julian felt he was hardly needed. He stepped back to give everyone room, leaning up against a post and casually crossing his arms.

He watched the scene with a cautiously neutral expression, even though his stomach had just done a somersault at the sight of Antigone ripping off her cloak and revealing an intricate network of cerulean tattoos.

The sight of her hair falling loose as well was simply too much for the thief's delicate system, and he carefully looked away- hoping no one could read his thoughts or hear the shallowness of his breaths and the thumping of his heart.
 
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THE TRUE SOVEREIGN
Vail Fairfax
Male - 84 - Bisexual

Vail knew Myara didn’t like it when he told people her name, and he couldn’t understand it. What else was he supposed to do when introducing someone to her? Hello, this is my incommunicative bodyguard who happens to be my friend? Ridiculous. Still it was unsurprising when she turned her glare on them both. What was surprising was seeing Myara stop and simply stare at Marnie in a way…well, he’d never seen anything but angry or indifferent from Myara, so he didn’t know quite what way this stare was. It was definitely different.

He felt his lips curl into a small, bemused smile when Myara reached into her bag, pulled out a handkerchief, and wordlessly held it out to Marnie without looking directly at her. Wait. Does Myara have a crush on Marnie??? Well this was something.

Marnie’s fingers entwined with his and he turned his gaze back to her, smiling brightly. He watched the fall of her hair as she looked down at their hands, and was again struck by how beautiful she was. She had always been so, to him. Three years wasn’t long in the span of an elven life, but three years without the people you grew up with was long enough for any life. Seeing Marnie here was such a balm to his soul. He followed her gaze, struck by the contrast of her blue fingers with the dark, elf crafted metal of his gauntlet. He lifted his gaze when her grip on his hand tightened, seeing a brief combination of fear and regret cross her face. “Marnie?” He asked softly. “What is it?”

She took in a deep breath and met his gaze. As she spoke, he inched closer, his smile gentle. He looked up, echoing Marnie’s gasp when he saw the brunette woman struck with a strange sort of fit. He stepped forward slightly, as if trying to keep Marnie safe from an unknown threat. The woman’s finger rose to point directly at him as she proclaimed him to be The True Sovereign. He touched the fingertips of his free hand to his chest as if to say, “Me?” and shook his head slowly, expression going through a metamorphosis between shock, denial and disbelief.

No, that wasn’t right. His father was a soldier. His mother wove fabric. His grandfather was a soldier who died in the war that split the kingdoms. He wasn’t a…Sovereign of anything. He felt his heart thud in his chest as shock and disbelief wove through him.

“Everything I’m giving you is more important than you can possibly know, and right now, I regret I did not take the time to let you know. This sword I’m giving you is your birthright, as is this armour, as is this medallion. It’s a seal. To what, I don’t think I have the time to say. Keep them safe. Keep yourself safe.”

They were some of the last words his father said to him, the day Sedone burned. He lifted his hand to the medallion hanging at his neck and closed his fingers around it, wishing he could be back home, sparring with his father, or helping his mother weave fabric, or sitting on the grassy cliff with Marnie overlooking the valley below the village, staring at the distant mountains his parents came from.

“So you’re The True Sovereign, huh? The one that is supposed to reunite the kingdoms?”

Vail blinked and stared at Aevar a moment, his expression unreadable, then shook his head sharply. “No. You must have me confused with another mountain elf.”

Location: Stables | With: everyone | Mood: OMG WTF this is a lot to unpack and I need to sit down. And drink. Who else wants a drink? Did I mention I needed a drink?


The True Sovereign - Vail Fairfax
I am here: The Stables
With: Everyone
Mood: OMG WTF this is a lot to unpack and I need to sit down. And drink. Who else wants a drink? Did I mention I needed a drink?

Vail knew Myara didn’t like it when he told people her name, and he couldn’t understand it. What else was he supposed to do when introducing someone to her? Hello, this is my incommunicative bodyguard who happens to be my friend? Ridiculous. Still it was unsurprising when she turned her glare on them both. What was surprising was seeing Myara stop and simply stare at Marnie in a way…well, he’d never seen anything but angry or indifferent from Myara, so he didn’t know quite what way this stare was. It was definitely different.

He felt his lips curl into a small, bemused smile when Myara reached into her bag, pulled out a handkerchief, and wordlessly held it out to Marnie without looking directly at her. Wait. Does Myara have a crush on Marnie??? Well this was something.

Marnie’s fingers entwined with his and he turned his gaze back to her, smiling brightly. He watched the fall of her hair as she looked down at their hands, and was again struck by how beautiful she was. She had always been so, to him. Three years wasn’t long in the span of an elven life, but three years without the people you grew up with was long enough for any life. Seeing Marnie here was such a balm to his soul. He followed her gaze, struck by the contrast of her blue fingers with the dark, elf crafted metal of his gauntlet. He lifted his gaze when her grip on his hand tightened, seeing a brief combination of fear and regret cross her face. “Marnie?” He asked softly. “What is it?”

She took in a deep breath and met his gaze. As she spoke, he inched closer, his smile gentle. He looked up, echoing Marnie’s gasp when he saw the brunette woman struck with a strange sort of fit. He stepped forward slightly, as if trying to keep Marnie safe from an unknown threat. The woman’s finger rose to point directly at him as she proclaimed him to be The True Sovereign. He touched the fingertips of his free hand to his chest as if to say, “Me?” and shook his head slowly, expression going through a metamorphosis between shock, denial and disbelief.

No, that wasn’t right. His father was a soldier. His mother wove fabric. His grandfather was a soldier who died in the war that split the kingdoms. He wasn’t a…Sovereign of anything. He felt his heart thud in his chest as shock and disbelief wove through him.

“Everything I’m giving you is more important than you can possibly know, and right now, I regret I did not take the time to let you know. This sword I’m giving you is your birthright, as is this armour, as is this medallion. It’s a seal. To what, I don’t think I have the time to say. Keep them safe. Keep yourself safe.”

They were some of the last words his father said to him, the day Sedone burned. He lifted his hand to the medallion hanging at his neck and closed his fingers around it, wishing he could be back home, sparring with his father, or helping his mother weave fabric, or sitting on the grassy cliff with Marnie overlooking the valley below the village, staring at the distant mountains his parents came from.

“So you’re The True Sovereign, huh? The one that is supposed to reunite the kingdoms?”

Vail blinked and stared at Aevar a moment, his expression unreadable, then shook his head sharply. “No. You must have me confused with another mountain elf.”
 
THE HEALER
Aenwyn
Female - 97 - Gay

Aenwyn frowned, ignoring Pretty Boy to watch the brunette human start to leave before faltering. She seemed to flinch as if in pain before struggling to speak some lie about her health. She stumbled over to a post, using it to keep herself up. Ah, she should have known she was the type to have fits. They often seemed to wake up confused as to where they were. The lack of proper clothes should have been a clue, she berated herself, as she forced herself, and potentially the others, to keep from touching the girl as she began to spasm. Her movements were strong enough to dig into the wood of the posts, and Aenwyn knew to let the person go through the seizure before touching them. She had some twitching of her arms, as if pointing, then choked on words. Why ‘the true sovereign’ tried to come out was beyond Aenwyn and the girl most likely. Who knew what the mind conjured when it had its fits.

Frustratingly, Aenwyn was not fast enough to catch the girl, or even reach her side first. Look how useless you are. Still, she knelt near the girl’s head, carefully cradling it in her lap. To the druid, she shook her head, “No, you are quite right. It’s best to react as quickly as possible in these situations. Thank you for your help.” She pushed back the berating voice in her head, regardless of how much she deserved it, she needed to focus on her patient first. Her hands, glowing green, smoothed the brunette’s hair back, finding the damage of the impact easy to heal. She had to be careful, as the brain was a delicate organ, but it was no hardship. It was the rest of the brain she had to go slowly for. Looking up at the druid, she asked, “Do you have lavender, feverfew, or peppermint?” Though she carried them with her, the druid’s innate magic would strengthen their effect on the girl. Looking back down, she slowly soothed the inflamed areas of her brain. As always she did not know how to heal the affliction, but she could heal the symptoms. Still, it was strange, some of the areas seemed to have been forced or strained? Her magic could only tell something less than natural had influenced this seizure. She must be cursed. That was also beyond her skill to fix. Then what good are you?

Location: stables | With: She only notices Antigone and Nimue at the moment | Mood: Focused, with a touch of self-reproachment in the background



Aenwyn frowned, ignoring Pretty Boy to watch the brunette human start to leave before faltering. She seemed to flinch as if in pain before struggling to speak some lie about her health. She stumbled over to a post, using it to keep herself up. Ah, she should have known she was the type to have fits. They often seemed to wake up confused as to where they were. The lack of proper clothes should have been a clue, she berated herself, as she forced herself, and potentially the others, to keep from touching the girl as she began to spasm. Her movements were strong enough to dig into the wood of the posts, and Aenwyn knew to let the person go through the seizure before touching them. She had some twitching of her arms, as if pointing, then choked on words. Why ‘the true sovereign’ tried to come out was beyond Aenwyn and the girl most likely. Who knew what the mind conjured when it had its fits.

Frustratingly, Aenwyn was not fast enough to catch the girl, or even reach her side first. Look how useless you are. Still, she knelt near the girl’s head, carefully cradling it in her lap. To the druid, she shook her head, “No, you are quite right. It’s best to react as quickly as possible in these situations. Thank you for your help.” She pushed back the berating voice in her head, regardless of how much she deserved it, she needed to focus on her patient first. Her hands, glowing green, smoothed the brunette’s hair back, finding the damage of the impact easy to heal. She had to be careful, as the brain was a delicate organ, but it was no hardship. It was the rest of the brain she had to go slowly for. Looking up at the druid, she asked, “Do you have lavender, feverfew, or peppermint?” Though she carried them with her, the druid’s innate magic would strengthen their effect on the girl. Looking back down, she slowly soothed the inflamed areas of her brain. As always she did not know how to heal the affliction, but she could heal the symptoms. Still, it was strange, some of the areas seemed to have been forced or strained? Her magic could only tell something less than natural had influenced this seizure. She must be cursed. That was also beyond her skill to fix. Then what good are you?
 
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THE DRUID
location
the gold rose tavern stables.
WITH
everyone!
WEAPONS
spear. daggers. elemental magic.
INFO
26. male. he/him. bi. brother of antigone.
agathon.

agathon pressed his lips into a fine line as his sister concluded her response. we need to be here. the earth is telling me they’re important.

as important as us staying out of our parents’ grasp? the man wanted to say, but barred the words behind clenched teeth, offering only an assenting nod instead. he turned his gaze back to the rest of the group then, letting it roam over the interesting cast of characters. just when they landed on the woman, whom antigone perfectly described as possessing unfortunate wardrobe choices, she buckled.

agathon half-jumped out of surprise, half-leapt forward to aid her, but halted when she slammed her hand onto a neighboring post, catching herself. took a step back, even, when she commanded silence, ushering in a heavy, tense shroud of the very thing, and looked back up at them–those formerly light brown eyes now stained a gleaming, ghostly alabaster.

instinctively, the druid side-stepped, angling himself so that should any harm approach his sister, he could intervene. a maneuver requiring half a thought, something conditioned into him as naturally as the magic flowing through his veins. a magic that flared at the sight of those white eyes in a thrilled, yet wary response.

the true sovereign. the words tumbled out of her mouth as though it existed only to speak them, bolstered by a confidence, a certainty that agathon had never witnessed before. a chill skittered across his skin, and his eyes darted to behold the mountain elf. the look of utter shock, which quickly devolved into firm disbelief.

whether from offense to his harsh denial, or whatever possession had clearly overtook the woman abandoning her system–she collapsed.

agathon rushed forward, a step behind his sister, the bizarre event sidelining in his mind for the moment as that ingrained druid training rushed to the front of it. as antigone helped reposition the fallen woman, and the healer gently fixed her head into the cushion of her lap, agathon let out a soft, relieved rush of breath through his nose, the worried tightness knotting his chest loosening.

then, he watched with astounded fascination as a verdant shimmer veiled the healer’s hands. he could sense the power of her healing magic from even his distance, its reverberations soothing, nurturing. a thrilled, boyish smile curled across his lips, and he almost opened his mouth to comment on the impressive nature of the healer’s skill–but then, she looked right past him towards antigone, asking if she had any herbs.

agathon did not know why it struck him so brutally, but there it was, an instant later, that nauseating shame that haunted him since boyhood. nauseating, for how it mixed so toxically with the overwhelming and bottomless pride he harbored for his sister, for the great extent of her powers.

a power that made his own as meek and useless as, well, someone with no magic at all.

of course, the healer should ask her. every herb in his own pouch, she had grown–those in the forest where the Grove had been situated just could not compare, as if the earth sacrificed some of its own strength to gift to her. his fire, nor his water, nor his air could do anything to help the woman in her incapacitated state.

his smile smoothed out immediately as that ugly, selfish beast of shame rested its heavy head on his shoulders, but he quickly concealed the curt falter in his expression with a look of mere concern, and glanced towards his sister.
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THE FEMALE DRUID
Antigone
Female - 29 - Straight

Antigone smiled brightly at Aenwyn’s response, feeling grateful she was willing to accept another’s help, even though she was no healer. Far too often she had intervened to give care to someone in need of it, only to be berated by their resident healer, too full of their own power to repair injuries with their magic to realize they couldn’t be everything to everyone at all times. It was as the elven healer said. Speed was important in these matters.

She nodded at the healer’s request for lavender, peppermint and feverfew. ”Yes, I do. I grew them when we were in our Grove. Plants and animals are where my magic lies, so these will be more potent. You won’t need as much. I also have some chamomile, lemon balm and passionflower to keep her calm, if she needs it. And willow bark for any pain. I’m Antigone, by the way. This is my brother, Agathon. He’s an elemancer. If you need water, fire to heat water, or water frozen…he’s your guy.”

She knelt down and pulled her braid over one shoulder to avoid kneeling on it, then opened her bag and pulled out several herb pouches. “Here you go. I don’t have to tell you to be careful with them. You know what your doing.”

The mountain elf’s abrupt denial caught her attention and she looked up at him. “I wouldn’t be so quick to refute it. I’ve been following the call of the earth for months and it brought me here. I know you felt something when the earth told me you were important in the tavern, even of you didn’t know what it was. When this young lady proclaimed you are The True Sovereign, the earth definitely agreed.” She rolled her eyes when Vail looked at her askance. “Don’t give me that look. You know what I’m talking about.”
Location: Stables | With: Everybody, but focusing on Nimue, Aenwyn and Aggie | Mood: Concerned and relieved


The Female Druid - Antigone

I am here: In the stable
With: Everybody, but focusing on Nimue, Aenwyn and Aggie
Mood: Concerned and relieved

Antigone smiled brightly at Aenwyn’s response, feeling grateful she was willing to accept another’s help, even though she was no healer. Far too often she had intervened to give care to someone in need of it, only to be berated by their resident healer, too full of their own power to repair injuries with their magic to realize they couldn’t be everything to everyone at all times. It was as the elven healer said. Speed was important in these matters.

She nodded at the healer’s request for lavender, peppermint and feverfew.”Yes, I do. I grew them when we were in our Grove. Plants and animals are where my magic lies, so these will be more potent. You won’t need as much. I also have some chamomile, lemon balm and passionflower to keep her calm, if she needs it. And willow bark for any pain. I’m Antigone, by the way. This is my brother, Agathon. He’s an elemancer. If you need water, fire to heat water, or water frozen…he’s your guy”

She knelt down and pulled her braid over one shoulder to avoid kneeling on it, then opened her bag and pulled out several herb pouches. “Here you go. I don’t have to tell you to be careful with them. You know what your doing.”

The mountain elf’s abrupt denial caught her attention and she looked up at him. “I wouldn’t be so quick to refute it. I’ve been following the call of the earth for months and it brought me here. I know you felt something when the earth told me you were important in the tavern, even of you didn’t know what it was. When this young lady proclaimed you are The True Sovereign, the earth definitely agreed.” She rolled her eyes when Vail looked at her askance. “Don’t give me that look. You know what I’m talking about.”
 











THE SELLSWORD


Myara Etyana Valar


Female - 28 - Gay



When Marnie thanked her for taking care of Vail, Myara frowned, confused. Was that her job then? As a soldier, she didn't appreciate the idea of being made obsolete, and she still hadn't repaid her debt.

The elf took the handkerchief at last and Myara dropped her arm back to her side, still not looking her in the eyes, though her peripheral vision didn't fail to pick up on Marnie's fingers interlacing with Vail's.

Huh, figures, Myara thought, the customary frown returning to her face.

When Marnie got started on a confession, of all things, Myara wanted to groan out loud. First the tears, now this? Did elves have no sense of T.P.O.?

At that point, the intricacies of elven social norms were pushed harshly to the side, as all hell broke metaphorically loose when the poorly-dressed young woman appeared to have a fit and started on a prophecy.

To everyone's consternation, she pointed straight at Vail, calling him the True Sovereign. Myara watched his usually expressive face go through several acute emotional transformations in the space of a few moments.

She could tell he was in shock, eyes wide as he slowly closed his fingers around the medallion he always wore at his neck. The rogue had shot a sharp glare at his armored friend when the word was mentioned- Myara wasn't sure what to make of it.

As Aenwyn, the druids, and the halberd mercenary converged on the girl's prone form and the rogue stepped away from the action, Myara stayed focused on Vail. She knew firsthand how his reactions to his past could, if unchecked, be more than just tearful and embarrassing, but uncontrollable and violent.

The armored mercenary asked him if it was true and Vail vehemently denied it, not wanting to face the possibility. Which became harder to do the second the druid appeared to confirm it. Myara took one step closer to her companion, looking directly at him.

"Vail," she said, the injunction to calm down and take a breath clear in the single word.


Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Worried



When Marnie thanked her for taking care of Vail, Myara frowned, confused. Was that her job then? As a soldier, she didn't appreciate the idea of being made obsolete, and she still hadn't repaid her debt.

The elf took the handkerchief at last and Myara dropped her arm back to her side, still not looking her in the eyes, though her peripheral vision didn't fail to pick up on Marnie's fingers interlacing with Vail's.

Huh, figures, Myara thought, the customary frown returning to her face.

When Marnie got started on a confession, of all things, Myara wanted to groan out loud. First the tears, now this? Did elves have no sense of T.P.O.?

At that point, the intricacies of elven social norms were pushed harshly to the side, as all hell broke metaphorically loose when the poorly-dressed young woman appeared to have a fit and started on a prophecy.

To everyone's consternation, she pointed straight at Vail, calling him the True Sovereign. Myara watched his usually expressive face go through several acute emotional transformations in the space of a few moments.

She could tell he was in shock, eyes wide as he slowly closed his fingers around the medallion he always wore at his neck. The rogue had shot a sharp glare at his armored friend when the word was mentioned- Myara wasn't sure what to make of it.

As Aenwyn, the druids, and the halberd mercenary converged on the girl's prone form and the rogue stepped away from the action, Myara stayed focused on Vail. She knew firsthand how his reactions to his past could, if unchecked, be more than just tearful and embarrassing, but uncontrollable and violent.

The armored mercenary asked him if it was true and Vail vehemently denied it, not wanting to face the possibility. Which became harder to do the second the druid appeared to confirm it. Myara took one step closer to her companion, looking directly at him.

"Vail," she said, the injunction to calm down and take a breath clear in the single word.
 
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THE ORACLE
Nimue
Female - 22 - Bisexual


“No. You must have me confused.”

Nimue drew in a deep breath as she regained her senses and her consciousness returned. Her eyes flicked open to see a group filled with both concern and shock. Nice pillow. She thought to herself, before she looked up and realized that her head was resting in Aenwyn’s lap. She was filled with embarrassment for the thought but decided they were more important matters afoot. Confused? No, she was sure.

“Vail.” She let out pitying the dark haired elf. Nimue I felt bad for Vail when she heard his disbelief. Struggling, she sat up and shakily made her way to her feet. Being sure to present no potential threat to Myara, Nimue approached Vail, kindness in her heart.

Nimue placed her hand upon Vail‘s shoulder squeezing it lightly. “Vail, you are more important than you could’ve ever dreamed. I do not blame you for such disbelief. But believe me now when I say you are the one who is to restore Kalais to its former glory. Only you are fit for this task.” She began, turning towards the group.

“All eight of you. Each of you have a role to play in taking back this great realm. I may be unsure of some things, but of this I am certain. It's why we are all here.” She finished turning back to the elf awaiting his response.

Location: Stables | With: Everyone | Mood: Confused but Certain

 
THE TRUE SOVEREIGN
Vail Fairfax
Male - 84 - Bisexual

“I wouldn’t be so quick to refute it. I’ve been following the call of the earth for months, and it brought me here. I know you felt something when the earth told me you were important in the tavern, even if you didn’t know what it was. When this young lady proclaimed you are The True Sovereign, the earth definitely agreed.”

The female druid’s words hit him like stones from a catapult. If he was the Sovereign, that would mean his father wasn’t just a soldier…and his grandfather was…no. He arched a brow and shook his head, looking at her dubiously. Beside her, her brother stood protectively, the hidden depths of his magic prickling under his skin.

“Don’t give me that look.” She said with a frown. “You know what I’m talking about.”

His treacherous heart resumed its gallop, and his stomach wound itself up in anxious knots threatening to claw their way up his throat. “My father was a soldier. My mother wove fabric.” He whispered in a tight voice.

He taught you weaponry, politics, strategy, statecraft.

“No.” A fist clenched at his side.

Myara stepped closer to him, meeting his gaze. “Vail.” She said, and that single word was filled with meaning. Months of travelling together taught him to listen for all the hidden things she wasn’t saying out loud in the very brief statements she made. Here, she was telling him to stop, exhale. Inhale. Repeat. She’d seen the worst of what his trauma wrought in him. He swallowed thickly and nodded, letting his pent up breath go and then pulling it back in slowly.

“Myara.” He said simply in response, the word filled with acknowledgement and gratitude.

The woman – Nimue – opened her eyes and rose shakily to her feet, approaching him on unsteady, coltish legs. Instinctively, he reached out a hand to support her in case she fell, while giving her an openly suspicious look. How do I know her name? Have we met?

Her expression was kind and full of compassion, eating away at some of his suspicion. She reached up and placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze before she spoke, telling him how important he was, and how he was the only one who could restore the kingdom.

“If anything happens, you must run. It’s important, above all else, you live. Your word, Vail.”

More of some of this father’s last words, before the assassin – he closed his eyes briefly and focused on his breathing. When he felt capable, he opened his eyes and cleared his throat. “Nimue.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m very glad you’re okay after your collapse. Truly. But, I am afraid I’m going to need something more convincing than, ‘I had a vision and you’re The True Sovereign. Go with it.’ Just” he held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart, “a bit more.”
Location: stables | With: Everyone | Mood: A little sus about this whole thing.


The True Sovereign - Vail Fairfax
I am here: The Stables
With: Everyone
Mood: A little sus about this whole thing.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to refute it. I’ve been following the call of the earth for months, and it brought me here. I know you felt something when the earth told me you were important in the tavern, even if you didn’t know what it was. When this young lady proclaimed you are The True Sovereign, the earth definitely agreed.”

The female druid’s words hit him like stones from a catapult. If he was the Sovereign, that would mean his father wasn’t just a soldier…and his grandfather was…no. He arched a brow and shook his head, looking at her dubiously. Beside her, her brother stood protectively, the hidden depths of his magic prickling under his skin.

“Don’t give me that look.” She said with a frown. “You know what I’m talking about.”

His treacherous heart resumed its gallop, and his stomach wound itself up in anxious knots threatening to claw their way up his throat. “My father was a soldier. My mother wove fabric.” He whispered in a tight voice.

He taught you weaponry, politics, strategy, statecraft.

“No.” A fist clenched at his side.

Myara stepped closer to him, meeting his gaze. “Vail.” She said, and that single word was filled with meaning. Months of travelling together taught him to listen for all the hidden things she wasn’t saying out loud in the very brief statements she made. Here, she was telling him to stop, exhale. Inhale. Repeat. She’d seen the worst of what his trauma wrought in him. He swallowed thickly and nodded, letting his pent up breath go and then pulling it back in slowly.

“Myara.” He said simply in response, the word filled with acknowledgement and gratitude.

The woman – Nimue – opened her eyes and rose shakily to her feet, approaching him on unsteady, coltish legs. Instinctively, he reached out a hand to support her in case she fell, while giving her an openly suspicious look. How do I know her name? Have we met?

Her expression was kind and full of compassion, eating away at some of his suspicion. She reached up and placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze before she spoke, telling him how important he was, and how he was the only one who could restore the kingdom.

“If anything happens, you must run. It’s important, above all else, you live. Your word, Vail.”

More of some of this father’s last words, before the assassin – he closed his eyes briefly and focused on his breathing. When he felt capable, he opened his eyes and cleared his throat. “Nimue.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m very glad you’re okay after your collapse. Truly. But, I am afraid I’m going to need something more convincing than, ‘I had a vision and you’re The True Sovereign. Go with it.’ Just” he held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart, “a bit more.”
 
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THE HEALER
Aenwyn
Female - 97 - Gay

Aenwyn didn’t look away from her patient, even as the druid spoke. She was trying to strengthen the affected nerves. If she could not prevent the curse or attack, perhaps she could increase her body’s resiliency. She noted the extra herbs with a nod, then murmured, “She should not be in any pain.” They would have to wait until she woke to be sure. She was pleased the other druid was an elemancer. His enhanced water would provide the slip of a girl strength she’d need to fight the curse.

Sensing the strength of the herbs even in the pouches, she looked up surprised at the druid’s strength. She took them, checking each as she would on automatic, then laid them down, using the girl’s body as a table--the floor of a stable was not the best place for this. In the back of her mind, she registered the redheaded woman agreeing with the girl’s rambles, but ignored it further. Taking the feverfew first, she gently crushed the small flower, opening up the sap inside. Then she used the stem to dab the moisture released onto the patient’s temple, in small circles. She did the same with the lavender, the mixture even strengthening her as she breathed them in.

With the peppermint, she merely took a leaf, again rubbing it between her fingers for the juices, and placed the leaf below her nose. Almost instantly, the girl in her lap breathed in deeply, regaining her senses immediately. Good, within three minutes, nothing to worry over. Pleased, Aenwyn picked up the pouches of herbs, to return to the druid. Surprisingly, the girl wanted to sit up immediately. Not entirely approving, she helped her rise, then scowled as the girl continued on to standing. The healer stood in turn, waiting to catch her this time as she stumbled toward the "True Sovereign."

Instead, she rambled further. Was she still in a fit? It seemed her seizure had eased but had Aenwyn missed something? “No.” The word was out before thought, but the elf followed it determinedly. “You can discuss these ram-” She thought of the druid’s affirmation. With that power, it was entirely possible the earth could speak to her. Though why it would care for humans and elves was beyond Aenwyn. “This possibility later. Right now, you.” She took the girl’s shoulder starting to turn her. “Are going inside to rest. If the rest of you want to join us, or even get a room for privacy, by all means, you can.” She began to ‘gently’ tug the brunette toward the door to the tavern. In a lower voice, she added, “You can either come with me, or I’ll carry you.” When she neared the druid once more, she offered her the bag, "Thanks for your aid." Turning to her brother, she continued, "I would appreciate your water if you are willing. It will do much to strengthen her."

Location: Still in the Stables | With: Everyone, none of which want to leave the stables | Mood: hoarse.

 











THE THIEF


Julian Valerius the IIIrd


Male - 25 - Straight



The armored elf was clearly very close to losing it. He responded to Aevar's inquiry with a terse refusal, and to Antigone's confirmation with a derisive sideways glance.

So she can talk to the earth now? he thought. That's new.

The elf seemed to be getting more agitated by the second, so that even his grim-faced companion forgot about her crush to exhort him to calm. Well, exhort might've been a bit of an exaggeration- after all, it was only one word. Still, it seemed to do the trick.

Guess she can talk, Julian thought, as the elf calmed down and responded in kind.

Is everyone here except me telepathic or something? Julian wondered- most of these people seemed able to communicate volumes with a word or a look.

By then, the brunette had come to her senses, and was being most insistent that Vail was the True Sovereign, he would restore Kalais to its former glory, this meeting was no coincidence, and they were all involved in it somehow.

Julian winced- he'd agreed to help Aevar out with his hair-brained scheme, mostly just because Aevar had asked him to, but if they were all part of some mystical prophecy then that was a different matter. Julian was all-too aware of what kind of mortality rate people featured in prophecies tended to encounter, and it was far too high for his liking.

He looked around to distract himself, trying not to stare at the self-proclaimed prophet with accusation in his eyes. His gaze fell back onto the druids.

Agathon was looking a little green around the gills- Julian had always felt that his friend experienced too much internal conflict for his own good, and in the past he'd always tried to get him to lighten up.

He was quite happy when the healer took Antigone up on her offer of her brother's powers- he was powerful, but he always seemed to be lacking in confidence.

And I don't know why, Julian thought, completely bemused, I mean, you can do magic.

When the elven healer essentially laid down the law, Julian peeled himself away from his post, walked over, and scooped Nimue up into his arms- she was really quite light.

"No offense, your prophetessness, but right now she scares me more than your prophecy does," he explained, nodding to the elf and turning to her.

"Since it seems introductions would be warranted here, my name is Julian Valerius the IIIrd- at your service, milady. Shall we?"

He then followed the elf back into the tavern, Nimue in his arms, stopping by the bar to say to the barkeep "Give us the biggest private room you got- that fella with the overly shiny armor and obnoxiously large halberd will be paying for it," before heading upstairs.


Location: Private room | With: Aenwyn, Nimue | Mood: Going with the flow, trying not to think too hard




The armored elf was clearly very close to losing it. He responded to Aevar's inquiry with a terse refusal, and to Antigone's confirmation with a derisive sideways glance.

So she can talk to the earth now? he thought. That's new.

The elf seemed to be getting more agitated by the second, so that even his grim-faced companion forgot about her crush to exhort him to calm. Well, exhort might've been a bit of an exaggeration- after all, it was only one word. Still, it seemed to do the trick.

Guess she can talk, Julian thought, as the elf calmed down and responded in kind.

Is everyone here except me telepathic or something? Julian wondered- most of these people seemed able to communicate volumes with a word or a look.

By then, the brunette had come to her senses, and was being most insistent that Vail was the True Sovereign, he would restore Kalais to its former glory, this meeting was no coincidence, and they were all involved in it somehow.

Julian winced- he'd agreed to help Aevar out with his hair-brained scheme, mostly just because Aevar had asked him to, but if they were all part of some mystical prophecy then that was a different matter. Julian was all-too aware of what kind of mortality rate people featured in prophecies tended to encounter, and it was far too high for his liking.

He looked around to distract himself, trying not to stare at the self-proclaimed prophet with accusation in his eyes. His gaze fell back onto the druids.

Agathon was looking a little green around the gills- Julian had always felt that his friend experienced too much internal conflict for his own good, and in the past he'd always tried to get him to lighten up.

He was quite happy when the healer took Antigone up on her offer of her brother's powers- he was powerful, but he always seemed to be lacking in confidence.

And I don't know why, Julian thought, completely bemused, I mean, you can do magic.

When the elven healer essentially laid down the law, Julian peeled himself away from his post, walked over, and scooped Nimue up into his arms- she was really quite light.

"No offense, your prophetessness, but right now she scares me more than your prophecy does," he explained, nodding to the elf and turning to her.

"Since it seems introductions would be warranted here, my name is Julian Valerius the IIIrd- at your service, milady. Shall we?"

He then followed the elf back into the tavern, Nimue in his arms, stopping by the bar to say to the barkeep "Give us the biggest private room you got- that fella with the overly shiny armor and obnoxiously large halberd will be paying for it," before heading upstairs.
 
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THE HEALER
Aenwyn
Female - 97 - Gay

Okay, Pretty B-Juli- Mr. Valerius had his uses. Aenwyn could have carried the slip of a girl, but not as gracefully as him. Instead, she’d cart her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, which probably wouldn’t help her recover from her fit. “Thank you. I’m Aenwyn.” She followed him out of the stables, back into the warmth of the tavern. She took a moment to enjoy the extra warmth from the fire (horses--and the bear--kept the stables from being cold but it was not full enough for warmth). Then followed the young man to the front, letting him talk for she did not have the coin to cover the largest room. Neither did he apparently, but hopefully his metal-clad friend did. Aenwyn wanted to keep up a good reputation in this town. Healing Pret-Mr. Valerius would have been a good show of her skills, allowing her to stay for a while to build up more coin. Still, she did not want to be thrown out on the street in this weather.

She tinted her eyes with a glare, at the innkeeper’s expression. A mix of surprise and something dirty. Only once he had cleared it did she speak, “Let it be known there is a healer in the inn if any should have need of me.” She then followed the young man up the stairs to the largest room in the tavern. She made for the nearest bed, efficiently stripping it to check for bugs before redoing the sheets. “Here, lay her down. On top, if you please” Aenwyn stepped away, dropping her pack with a thump. Kneeling beside it, she opened it. For speed, she simply pulled out her packaged vials of healing products, surrounding herself before reaching the bottom. There she pulled out a pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Her spares would hang off the girl, but they could cinch it if she were to move. While in bed, anything to cover her legs while she warmed up would help.

Standing, she handed the clothes to the girl. She reached out and briskly felt the dampness of her dress, before nodding agreeably, “Your dress is dry enough you can keep it on for your modesty. Merely pull these on underneath. Don’t you worry about the size,” she lacked Aenwyn’s curves, “You won’t be standing again tonight if I can help it. We can cinch it on the morrow. The shirt can just go over. Mr. Valerius may leave if either of you wishes to” She returned to her bag without waiting for an acknowledgment. Next, she pulled out a woolen blanket, just large enough to wrap around someone’s shoulders and back. Keeping it on her lap, she began to refill her bag with her supplies, taking care to repack it as it was before.

As she did she thought of the ‘prophecy.’ She’d heard of people claiming to have seen the True King, even continuing with the delusion, but none of them had the support of an Earth-listener. Whatever, if it was true, Aenwyn would keep the secret and continue on with her life. Let the heroes go off on their fantasies. She had real work to deal with.

Location: Biggest Private Room in the Inn | With: Nimue and Julian | Mood: focused

 
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THE SORCERESS
Marnie Sapphire
Female - 84 - Bisexual

Marnie stared at the interaction between Nimue and Vail, memories of her childhood and Vail’s parents flooding back to her. She was almost as astonished as Vail, although there was a niggling feeling deep in her gut. She’d always felt he was special in some way, to her, but also to something much bigger. If you looked at Marnie’s face in that moment, it’d be as if you could see the cogs turning in her mind.

She stumbled forward, reaching out to place her hand on the back of Vail’s arm. He had the aura and personality to be a compassionate and deeply loved ruler, this she was sure of. But why was she a part of this prophecy? Is this what had brought them together again after so long?

Marnie turned her head to look at Vail’s face, his elven features moving as they cycled through all of the emotions he was feeling. A lump manifested in her throat as he closed his eyes. She felt a sense of overwhelm, from meeting so many people in one day and then learning this new and very important information that, if true, would change the course of everyone in the rooms’ lives forever. This feeling of dread and anticipation only grew as the healer elf started to lead Nimue away from the conversation. Her hand and gentle grip on Vail’s arm dropped as did her eyes.

Turning to look as Nimue was lead away back into the tavern, she reached out her hand and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Conversations being left half finished was something Marnie feared, after being unable to say goodbye to her mother and not being able to tell Vail the feelings she had for him. She was certain that she would never be able to speak with them again and this was something that haunted her even to this day. This situation only brought back those fears, scared she’d never be able to find out what was truly happening.

She walked toward the door, turning as she reached the fence that she had put her coat on to dry. She picked it up, bringing it to her chest and crossing her arms over it in a hugging manner. The waterelf stared forward, her eyes glazed over in distant thought and worry.

Location: The stables | With: Everyone who’s in the stables | Mood: Distant and worried



Marnie stared at the interaction between Nimue and Vail, memories of her childhood and Vail’s parents flooding back to her. She was almost as astonished as Vail, although there was a niggling feeling deep in her gut. She’d always felt he was special in some way, to her, but also to something much bigger. If you looked at Marnie’s face in that moment, it’d be as if you could see the cogs turning in her mind.

She stumbled forward, reaching out to place her hand on the back of Vail’s arm. He had the aura and personality to be a compassionate and deeply loved ruler, this she was sure of. But why was she a part of this prophecy? Is this what had brought them together again after so long?

Marnie turned her head to look at Vail’s face, his elven features moving as they cycled through all of the emotions he was feeling. A lump manifested in her throat as he closed his eyes. She felt a sense of overwhelm, from meeting so many people in one day and then learning this new and very important information that, if true, would change the course of everyone in the rooms’ lives forever. This feeling of dread and anticipation only grew as the healer elf started to lead Nimue away from the conversation. Her hand and gentle grip on Vail’s arm dropped as did her eyes.

Turning to look as Nimue was lead away back into the tavern, she reached out her hand and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Conversations being left half finished was something Marnie feared, after being unable to say goodbye to her mother and not being able to tell Vail the feelings she had for him. She was certain that she would never be able to speak with them again and this was something that haunted her even to this day. This situation only brought back those fears, scared she’d never be able to find out what was truly happening.

She walked toward the door, turning as she reached the fence that she had put her coat on to dry. She picked it up, bringing it to her chest and crossing her arms over it in a hugging manner. The waterelf stared forward, her eyes glazed over in distant thought and worry.
 
THE ORACLE
Nimue
Female - 22 - Bisexual




Nimue looked shocked at Julian's disregard for being a stranger to her. Her anxiety began to return the further she was carried from Vail and the rest of the group. It wasn't too bad, but after the spell in the stables, she was paranoid that it may worsen into a physical affliction. She trusted heavily in the others that she needed to rest. However, she couldn't let anyone leave this tavern, let alone the city. Nimue could only imagine what would happen to her if they did. Or even worse, what might happen to them. Especially Vail. Nimue had to admit that it was very heartbreaking that Vail didn't believe in himself. Although if Nimue had heard the same news about herself, she probably would have reacted the same exact way.

As Aenwyn instructed both her and Julian, Nimue listened carefully. Nimue pinched the fabric of her dress between her fingers. She didn't quite feel comfortable changing in front of any of them. No hard feelings. She just was quite shy. All Nimue could think about was having a conversation with Vail and the others. She couldn't help but think this was a very urgent matter. Her mind was screaming that it was. Nimue sat on the edge of the bed and quickly grabbed onto Aenwyn's hand with both of hers. "Aenwyn, please listen to me." Nimue pleaded.

"One of you must bring the others in here. At least make sure they don't leave this place unless we're together." Nimue continued. Her focus shifted back and forth between Julian and Aenwyn. She could see each of the eight's futures behind her eyes. She then could see their pasts, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She squeezed Aenwyn's hand in a begging manner. "Please. You must believe me. One of you." Nimue sobbed, lowering her head. "So many will die." She let out quietly, trying to control her emotion.


Location: Upstairs, The Gold Rose Tavern | With: Julian & Aenwyn | Mood: Horrified & Rightfully Impatient

 
THE TRUE SOVEREIGN
Vail Fairfax
Male - 84 - Bisexual

Vail could feel the pressure of Marnie’s hand through his metal armour, and took a lot of comfort from it. Everything seemed to be coming at him too quickly, and he wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with the assertion he was the rightful sovereign of Kalais except to say he was sure he was not, because he was not. All the reigning sovereigns of the 3 kingdoms had been ruthless, cutthroat, and self serving, high on their own power. He couldn’t be that. He cared about people too much. Of course, he understood being those things (ruthless, cutthroat, etc), weren’t what made a good ruler. He honestly didn’t believe he was the rightful one.

A part of him wanted to protest when Julian swept Nimue off her feet and carried her into the tavern, Aenwyn following close behind, but he understood. She needed rest, more than she needed to convince him of anything. She had been healed, but having your body forcibly recovered through the use of magic ate up a lot of the bodies resources – resources Nimue, frankly, didn’t look as if she had. He looked over at the stall where Whisper stood, watching them calmly, in spite of the bear, wolf and drama exploding around them. Of course she was. She was a warhorse. The stable could be burning down around them and she would calmly carry him out. For a moment, he considered saddling her up and riding off alone, but immediately reconsidered. He couldn’t do that to Myara, or to Marnie, now he had found her again. There was no way either of them could regain the innocence they had lost when they were home and exploring the possibilities they had together. They could still explore, though, and, he was delighted to feel, he still felt his stomach give a pleasant flutter when he saw her.

Vail suddenly became aware of Marnie grabbing her cloak, as if to leave. “Marnie, please.” He blurted desperately. “Please don’t go. I don’t think I could bear to lose you a second time.” He stepped toward her, “Please. Would you care to return to the tavern and have a drink and, if you’re hungry, something to eat? I didn’t get to finish the supper I purchased earlier and I’d like to try eating more than a few bites. I’d love it if you would join me.”
Location: The Stables | With: Antigone, Agathon, Myara, Marnie & Aevar, but really only seeing Marnie | Mood: So confused.


The True Sovereign - Vail Fairfax
I am here: The Stables, then the tavern
With: Antigone, Agathon, Myara, Marnie & Aevar, but really only seeing Marnie
Mood: So confused.​

Vail could feel the pressure of Marnie’s hand through his metal armour, and took a lot of comfort from it. Everything seemed to be coming at him too quickly, and he wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with the assertion he was the rightful sovereign of Kalais except to say he was sure he was not, because he was not. All the reigning sovereigns of the 3 kingdoms had been ruthless, cutthroat, and self serving, high on their own power. He couldn’t be that. He cared about people too much. Of course, he understood being those things (ruthless, cutthroat, etc), weren’t what made a good ruler. He honestly didn’t believe he was the rightful one.

A part of him wanted to protest when Julian swept Nimue off her feet and carried her into the tavern, Aenwyn following close behind, but he understood. She needed rest, more than she needed to convince him of anything. She had been healed, but having your body forcibly recovered through the use of magic ate up a lot of the bodies resources – resources Nimue, frankly, didn’t look as if she had. He looked over at the stall where Whisper stood, watching them calmly, in spite of the bear, wolf and drama exploding around them. Of course she was. She was a warhorse. The stable could be burning down around them and she would calmly carry him out. For a moment, he considered saddling her up and riding off alone, but immediately reconsidered. He couldn’t do that to Myara, or to Marnie, now he had found her again. There was no way either of them could regain the innocence they had lost when they were home and exploring the possibilities they had together. They could still explore, though, and, he was delighted to feel, he still felt his stomach give a pleasant flutter when he saw her.

Vail suddenly became aware of Marnie grabbing her cloak, as if to leave. “Marnie, please.” He blurted desperately. “Please don’t go. I don’t think I could bear to lose you a second time.” He stepped toward her, “Please. Would you care to return to the tavern and have a drink and, if you’re hungry, something to eat? I didn’t get to finish the supper I purchased earlier and I’d like to try eating more than a few bites. I’d love it if you would join me.”
 
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