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Light in the Darkness

I think you mistake my meaning. By taken away I don't mean the quirks, I mean the people are hauled off to the tower, as I suggested we play these people hardly knowing why we're taken in the first place.
Well if you wanted to widen the pool they at times 'take some' of the Discardables. Considering the elite never really cares much for the lives of those who are not of their concern.
Think Roman if you will with slavery. People could be captured or even sold into slavery.

Light in the Darkness

Well I'd suggest alternate dimension, we keep it confined to the Tower whilst we try to figure out (who we are, what we're there for).

We're the Discardables, the unwanted of society. Those few that show a potential Quirk are taken immediately to the Tower...Becoming Potentials.
Meaning they might be of use regarding the safekeeping of the city or the protecting and or powering of the fence.
Society on the outside of the Tower is a world of energy and electricity.

The world has had a cataclysm event of sorts, how it exactly happened no one knows, but people fucked up and disturbed or released something they should have left alone.
Those that survived the cataclysm live inside 'safe cities' protected by a large electric/magnetic fence that keep the elements and potential other dangers out. This fence acts like a dome over the cities.
The city's themselves are a mix of remnants of the past married with high tech skyscrapers.
(Think of a world where the sun's light can't penetrate the storms or the fence, simply lighting up the sky in weird flashes and changes of colour like a dimmed moodlamp)
Due to the conditions being what they are Cities usually have a large watersource nearby or they are build on top of underground watersources.

Light in the Darkness

Sounds promising, did you have any ideas regarding the world?
Are you thinking more alternate future? Or is it going to be a completely different world.
What's the level of technology and did you plan on sticking with humans or did you want more races involved?

(I have a few weird ideas, but I'd like you to tell me what specifically you wanted for the story.)

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“There is nothing to forgive miss. There is no one in this world that ever force me to do what I will not willingly do. I came to you and was glad to be of help in your distress. Dark Sight is often hard for many as the darkness is unsettling.”

Eilis smiled at those words. True she had been afraid when she woke, but now that she knew what it was what she was dealing with she found it oddly serene. It offered her a new perspective and so she figured, this way she still had some surprises waiting for her. Her other senses seemed more aware now that she could not see, it was almost as if they were compensating for it. Maybe it had been a well kept secret by the body that the eyes did most of the work, allowing the rest to slack off.
Her attention turned again to the man next to her as he continued trying to ease her mind.

“I am not sure how needing help is selfish. In truth, I would have perhaps gotten in trouble being unable to sit still. This way, I have an excuse.”

"It seems a good thing then, that I was so helpless. As you've aided me, I ofcourse will be at your disposal when you need a scapegoat." She said with a wide conspiratory smile as she laid her hands in her lap. "Should the doctor come again to scold you, I shall take the blame for it as it was my fault in the first place." She said as she continued to listen to him. She wanted to ask him all sorts of questions, about himself and his life in Belisio, what it was truly like and whether he enjoyed it, those she seemed to get a small hint when he spoke again.

“I had never had any one comment on my proficiency with manifesting flames. Indeed, I have caused much death with them. I must admit that it makes me glad to know that I am able to also bring comfort.”

So Arn was a Battlemage, she thought. Wasn't he scared? It was a terrifying job, especially now with the Vaimese on the warpath. Eilis had always dreaded it, but knew it was inevitable. Vaim was out for blood and territory and they would crush their enemies or so the propoganda preached. It was quite terrifying and saddening to think they could have been on opposite sides.
"Whilst I am no expert, I can tell you're very skilled with it. Your warmth was like...like molten amber, warm and comforting. Like a stove on a cold winter's day. Your hands felt a bit rough, weathered, they reminded me of my father's they had been weathered too." She let out a soft chuckle. "If I could be selfish and make demands, I would have demanded that you'd hold my hands again, but I cannot act like a small child and I know you have your own healing to do. If I had more magic I could have aided you with that, but I feel so drained I fear I barely will be able to light a candle. So it is good to know I have someone capable near me to defend us should something occur."
She continued to listen again as her question got anwered. Happy she now added the eyes to her mental image.

“Well miss, I fear that my eyes are simply brown. However, many have told me that they seem to be nothing but dark pupils.”
"It seems the Allmother gifted you with Tourmaline's eyes." She said not surprised.
"Only strong and dark earth can withstand such heat and power and just as the Starfallen Elemental Mage you've been gifted with its strength. He was named for his dark ebony eyes, they're sacred black crystals of grounding, protection and purifying. Whilst the stones themselves can have a variety of colours it is the black stone that has sat closest to the fire, so to speak. As they were formed with the intense heat magma." Eilis explained.
Anyway according to Ferezanthe his flame work was essential in the defeat of the Sorcerer King. Ferezanthe claimed that the powerful firemage had backed the Sorcerer King into a corner during the First Revolt. Vaim naturally tells its story differently." Eilis spoke her thoughts aloud. Eilis loved to read and when she had been given access to the Coven's library the first thing she looked up was the masterwork of Ferezanthe. Much to the chagrin of her Madras. She set spend some of her free time tucked away in a windowsil, hidden behind the curtain reading about the Myths, Legends and recorded tales of the War.
Ferezanthe was a scholar that had writting down old myths and tales of the past. A past where the world was still whole. It was rare to find a good copy including all the tales the scholar had penned down and Eilis intended to find out whether there was more.
"Belisio always is the villain in Vaim's version, though Revendahl plays its part too. The way they describe it has often made me wonder about the truth of any of it. I mean I hardly believe you are all devilspawn intend on destroying the people of Vaim. After all if you were you would have left me out there to die, you would not have thought twice about letting me suffer." Eilis ended seriously.
"People are just people. Whether powerful or not, we're all selfish and eventhough we often think we're right our eyes are more clouded by our past experiences than we realize. I suppose its our folly."

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She had closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to be enveloped by the warmth.
It had been so long, all else had been biting and harsh. A perpetual cold that seeped into all that it touched.
The switch had been instant, there had been no preperation, no warning of things turning to this.
She had been ripped from her fellow students and friends, put into a 'special bunk' it had been aweful. She had been tested rigorously, they had been so keen to mold her into their plaything, their weapon.
But she failed all the trials and tests. A memory of those days surfaced and was quickly repressed again as a shiver passed through her.
She had hated it all.
Why couldn't they just leave her be?
She was not strong enough to be a battlemage and she certainly didn't have the stomache for it.
Eilis wasn't a fighter.

As she drifted off into the warmth, she almost forgot what she was doing.
If Arn hadn't placed his other hand on her arm and hadn't spoken, she would have drifted off to sleep.
It would not have been the first time she slept upright.
His voice however startled her and sprung her back from her slouching.

“I can say without an iota of doubt that you have awakened something inside of me that I had believed lost.”

His words confused her at first, before a streak of crimson red flushed her cheeks not really understanding what the Battlemage exactly meant, but realizing its signifigance never the less.
In truth Eilis had been shocked the most by her own forwardness and actions.
To suddenly start to cradle the hand of a stranger....
Where had her mind gone?
No, not a stranger, she realized. Not anymore.
In the darkness of her mind, her imagination formed a warm fire. Its soft orange and golden glow lighting up an human looking form. An outline. Not defined or even clearly visible, but an idea. A representation.
One day she would be able to see for herself what he looked like.
What Arn looked like, she told herself, but for now this would have to do.
As she released his hand tentively, not wanting to let go, but not wanting to be a bother, she apologized.
She owed him that.
Goodness knows what the man must think of her.

"I am sorry Arn, I probably made you uncomfortable, you were wounded too. Forgive me for being so selfish." She offered as she hung her head in shame. "But your warmth was so intoxicating I had a hard time parting with it. I have been cold for quite a while now as it was always my punishment, ever since the trials began." She pulled the blankets up a bit more to try and keep what was left of it with her.
"You must have an affinitiy with fire, to be so lucky to be blessed with the All Mother's warmth, you truly must be a great Magic user." She spoke with clear admiration.
Still she had a question burning in her mind, that her imagination would have to have answered.
"Might I...could, could you please tell me what colour your eyes are?" She asked with careful smile.

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Merry Christmas dears!

Broken Skies

“Yes miss. In my youth I often wondered why I had been born. But soon I found out that we make our own purpose. If we let others do it for us, then we will live the life they want us to live. So I decided to take my life in my hands. Live by my rules, die by my rules. I found meaning in living my life.” She had heard Arn say, it was as if she was struck by lightning.

Though this time the shock she had received had been astranomically different.
It had caused no pain, no spark, no fear, but its effects were as powerful as the shocks that came from the bindings.
It had wiped her mind instantly of all the excuses it normally had.
Her parents, her Coven, her Madras...the Empire.
It was as if Arn had grabbed her chains of guilt and shame and simply cut them like a ribbon.
The feeling felt so unreal, that Eilis reasoned it was what it felt like when one had been held under water for too long that coming up to the surface to breathe. It was alien to her.
It was liberating. Freeing.
It was such a release that even her breathing changed, from her shallow unsteady intakes, to full and deep.
She wasn't sure if this was real anymore, but if it was a dream she prayed to the All Mother that it would never end.
In the back of her mind a soft voice piped up and said it was all too good to be true... a voice she ignored for now. For once she was going to embrace this feeling openly, something she had never been able to.

Suddenly she felt something placed on her left shoulder, a hand. Arn's hand? It was large and warm and comforting.
Without even realizing she instantly turned towards him. Her attention completely focussed on him.

“I am not sure what in your past haunts you. But if there is any way I can be of service. I pledge my life to help. Your face should never have to look the way you did just now.”

To Eilis it was all quite overwhelming.
Whatever god had decided to give her a break she would sing their praises until the day she died.
She wasn't even quite sure what she did to deserve such kindness, such warmth. But it felt like a dream, not willing to give it up and wake.

Suddenly he removed his hand.
Her face had flashed a moment of fear at the loss of the weight, not wanting it to leave, her body reacted out of its own.
Arn's hand did not get far. Her hands had reached out and held it in hers. Her body curled itself around it, whilst an expression of pure happiness was seen upon her face.
She did not have the audacity to ask for a hug, so this would suffice.
She rested the hand against the lower part of her cheek and in the crook of her neck, whilst she wrapped herself around it.

"Forgive me..." She whispered before she closed her eyes and leaned against it. Again enjoying its strength and its warmth.

"Warm...Like a fire." The words were out of her mouth before she realized it.

She had ignored his final words. Something about a Captain of sorts. She didn't really need any of that.
No, she didn't want any of that.
She looked in the direction of where Arn was sitting, still not seeing him or being able to look into his eyes and thank him properly, but for now it would have to do.

"I have all I need. Thank you Arn." She uttered as her hazel eyes eerily found his, but couldn't focus on them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icaEMMAKrqI&list=PLcUC6z3cr34UyMsAYw2L87PORu0gW4Tnt&index=2
(Seemed perfect for it)

Broken Skies

I am going to need you for Tyr anyway, so maybe Nena can walk after him.

Broken Skies

Once Tyrhallan received the full reports he realized what a mistake he had made. His negligence would be costly.
He knew full well that someone would have to bear the blame and responsibility for it. Undoubtedly it would be him.
He smiled in disbelief.
No. If they were really vindictive they could even take their anger out on his men and he would not stand for that. He would not let those who served loyally be punished for doing what was asked of them.
His Uncle had warned him it would come with the territory. Being a commander was nice when there were times of peace, but less attractive when war came to call.
Finishing his ‘cleaning up’ and reading all the reports that had been gathered Tyrhallan stood up from the chair he had been resting in.
He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a moment.
He supposed that he was ‘presentable enough’ to be facing the Knight Commander. With the blood now washed from his hair and body, he had regained some semblance of his old self.
Why didn’t he feel like it though?
As he moved out of his temporary bunk he walked down the busy corridors, men saluting him and making his way to the bridge even longer and more cumbersome than it initially was.
They couldn’t know and Tyrhallan was not raised to be selfish. What little comfort or respect he could give them was but a small price to pay and in truth it reassured him that whatever would be laid at his feet in the coming moments, at least he had earned their respect.
When he reached the bridge he halted a moment so that his coming would not surprise those at work.
“With your permission I wish to enter.” He asked respectfully of the Captain.
“Permission given Knight Captain Venray. Enter.”
As Tyrhallan stepped inside his eyes glanced quickly across those present, before halting at someone unexpected. Someone he did not recognise.
A woman, still looking rather exhausted.
His eyes darted quickly back towards the Captain and the main consoles.
“Captain, I should like to report to the Knight Commander. Can you set up a communication link with him? I believe you were handed his communication commands beforehand.”
Captain eyes him rather worriedly.
“Should we set up a private link for you in your bunk?”
“I would rather have a secure line, but thank you.” Tyrhallan replied as he nodded in thanks.
“Very well. Arteri, set up a link for the Knight Captain.” The Captain ordered before he barked. “The rest of you will mind your own business. Eyes on your own screen Foss.” He snarked knowing his underlings well enough.
“Connecting sir.” Arteri the com officer warned Tyrhallan.
Tyrhallan straightened his back as he clasped his arms behind him, spreading his feet to strengthen his stance, grounding himself. He would need it.
As the image of the Knight Commander flashed up in front of him, the connection was made.
The expression the commander had was in short one that could hew stone and the glare that he cast at Tyrhallan one that could cut Diamonds.
“So the ‘Noble and Honourable’ Knight Captain finally decides to call.” The voice sweetly spoke, but sounded as menacing as that of a butcher who sharpened his knifes before gutting the pig.
“I wish to offer you my report. Sir.”
“You WISH to offer YOUR REPORT? What pray could that be about? Could it be about the bloody Army that is currently aiming its guns at us? The army your precious Vanguard was supposed to halt?! What the hell are you all doing up there!”
“The scouts had mentioned the 3 large frigates and we managed successfully to destroy two whilst the other tucked tail and ran.” Tyrhallan remained calm as he had practiced before.
“We failed to see their other force through the heavy storm that blanketed them. I am sending you the details as we have them.”
“And where the hell were you then? You were placed in your position because of your supposed ‘expertise’ and knowledge, but if this is a taste of that then I want none of it, Venray!” The Knight Commander barked and yelled.
The few brave enough to look up from their screens glanced with some pity at the Knight Captain and Arteri, who was uploading the numbers from the data pad Tyrhallan had given him.
As soon as the numbers came through the snarl tempered somewhat, but was filled with disdain.
“Sir, I spread my forces to counter the frigates and took a couple of men for a raiding mission, we entered one of the Frigates and turned it onto the other, resulting in the destruction of both of them. We also managed to rescue the refugees during this.” He stated matter-of-factly knowing that if he even attempted to talk back or reason, he would make things worse.
“How good of you.” The sarcasm dripped off of the statement. “That’s something at least out of this ridiculous mess.”
A silence followed as Tyrhallan allowed him to think and take a look at the numbers.
“What do you want us to do Sir, should we join up with you?”
And the snarl was back.
“So you can competently screw up the rest of our defences? I think not! You and your Vanguard will report to the rear.”
Tyrhallan’s eyes flashed worriedly as he heard it.
“Sir, the men need not be punished…”
“SILENCE! Are you disobeying my orders Venray?!”
Tyrhallan cut his tongue immediately as he replied.
“No Sir.”
“You will report to the rear, be glad I don’t demote you! You’re a sorry excuse for a commanding officer! Now you will bear the consequences of that, your Uncle is no longer here to protect you.
I don’t want you anywhere near me as far as I am concerned. This is war and I won’t stand for mediocrity.” He said before he cut the feed.

As the screen turned black a heavy sigh followed before Tyrhallan turned to the Captain.
“Thank you, I believe you have your heading now.” Was all he said calmly, before nodding his head in thanks and heading towards the door.

Broken Skies

Yeah, that was the whole point of doing that.

Also Arn better be prepared to have his life turned upside down. Considering Eilis doesn't easily trust anymore, so depending on how far this will go Arn is able to gain her trust.