Estylwen

Recollections: Primal Sinister

@Little Bird That sounds great! Recollections can be enjoyed separately or together, as each are in alternate dimensions. I personally have characters in both.

Iris Ascendis

Lol, and here I am over playing the new Infinity Nikki. :p

Okayyyy!

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

I am looking for posts from @Irradiant, @Click This, and @Donut Look Now. I know Donut has mentioned they are working on it.

How're the posts coming along? ;)

Iris Ascendis

Who are we waaaiting on now?

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

Mandatory check-in! How's it looking, Angel?

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Hehe, the sass is right on par. Excellent posts, everyone! That means it's my turn again. I'll aim to have a post up tomorrow or the day after.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Viscount Eustice Therfield

Viscount Eustice Therfield

22 | He/him | Human

Description: Eustice was born to a well-off baron household that controlled many of the farmlands around Hathforth. He was given everything for his education, and it was quickly found he had a talent for the sword, a heart of pure gold, loyalty to province, and proficiencies in magic.

When he was 18 he joined the knights of the All-force. He traveled the province for two years with his partner, lending their services to anyone in need and spreading the good word of the All-force. Word of his excellent magics spread, and he was soon petitioned in secret to be part of the coupe when the Wizard Queen would ascend the throne. He had seen first-hand the support this new contender had garnered, and feared for his safety if he refused. So he was part of the militia that attacked Hathforth, stormed the castle, and swept the late King Ludwig II from the throne.

For his service, and his loyalty, Eustice was made to be part of the special forces made to stamp out any rebellion in the people. The only notable rebellion in Arrowfell after the Wizard Queen took the throne were the people of Nordor. However, due to Eustice's quick thinking, which consisted of firing fireballs straight into the crowd, resulting in casualties and grievous injuries, the rebellion was quickly smothered.

Upon returning to Hathforth, Eustice was promoted to Viscount.

It was also around this time that Princess Keove was discovered in the waters around South Pearl. Eustice's loyalty to the Queen made him an excellent candidate to be her personal bodyguard, and he was made to be a royal guard.

On his face, even the Potentate himself has expressed pride at Eustice's accomplishments for the church and crown. But Eustice doesn't feel deserving of it, sometimes. The blood on his hands of innocent Nordorians eats at him, when he's alone. His only salvation is ensuring Her Majesty's royal charge's safety.

Magic/Seed: Unknown.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

@Little Bird Good to see you!

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Recollections: Primal Sinister

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Raven's Rest, Bill's Tattoo Shop
_{In collaboration with @Tesserach
Mentions: Alejandro (@Tesserach), Varnan (@Blizz). Interactions: The doppelganger, Elara (@NoriWasHere), Bryn (@FernStone)}

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Ah. The street.

Lorenza's parasol shifted as she appeared to peek down the other end of the alley. Indeed, the fight had shifted from the shop and had moved to the street. The figures were indistinct, all except for a dark-skinned man. Varnan.

What were the chances of running into the man she was trying to blindside?

Alas, Lorenza's found herself distracted, at least for the time being. She had a theory she wanted to confirm with the woman in the SUV.

There was a sound of a smile under her black parasol. ”You know it's considered loitering, sitting back here? …I'm going to need to know who you're working with.”

Alejandra forced a nervous smile, clearly having hoped the strange woman - who was almost certainly not a member of the city council - would be more interested in the battle than the intern keeping the vehicle idling. “We’re with the electric company. Anyway, I was just moving anyhow…” And with that she put the SUV in reverse, and started to back away. “Nice meeting you. Oh, and ah… there’s something on your face!”

Lorenza's parasol shifted, indicating a tilting head underneath. Could the woman see through fabric? X-ray vision wasn't unheard of, but it was certainly a strange application of Lux. White Lux, likely.

Regardless, the woman was backing up, leaving Lorenza to embrace the tantalizing smells of the street. Desperation, worry, anxiety. Delicate forms of pain and discomfort that were quite palatable, forming their mirrors in her own gut, pulling out shreds of empathy…

Lorenza stared at the street for a long moment. Before there was a slow exhale, and she approached the mouth of the alley.

“...hold out for a minute or two. Think we can manage,”

Elara

"Only a couple? We got this…

Bryn

"...Don't rush yourselves, but don't waste time…"

Varnan

One with ice, one with ash, and Varnan with… some type of distortion. She wasn't actually aware of his magic, thinking about it. Only aware he uh, well, didn't like her sort.

She scooted back a bit, feeling the distortion just barely brush past her. Ah, she was just out of its reach. Curiously, she tried pressing a hand against it. Instantly repulsed.

Curious.

She moved around the distortion, stepping into the street, noting the two girls who were within the distortions’ field. Not good.

Regardless, she gave both ice and ash girls a quick curtsy, pulling her black dress aside with a glove. Her parasol, of course, was pulled low over her face.

”Charmed. Perhaps I can help.”

She peered into the distortion, seeing Varnan and… someone. Or something, more like. The source of the contention.

Immediately, wisps of Blue Lux rolled off her aura, suffusing the air and snaking around the spherical distortion. Like little spindles, like little needles, they gathered on the side of the sphere where the monster was closest to.

The monster, the doppelganger, would find that the moment they exited the distortion sphere, they would be attacked by Blue Lux that would tear into their emotional-field ruthlessly. In the next breath, Lorenza would attempt to curse the doppelganger with Flesh Bane. If successful, and she only needed a fraction of a moment, the doppelganger would find their arms, chest and abdomen would burst in red and black flames, hungrily eating up its flesh, leaving third-degree burns in its wake, and devouring until there was nothing left of its shell. It would also curse the doppelganger with fever and chills, though she assumed that would be a less effective side effect.

Of course, Lorenza had her free hand held up and to the side, prepared to take on the recoil if her curse was successful - her arm getting set on fire. She stood behind the sphere of distortion, and behind Varnan, confident she had a line of defense in front of her in case this monster decided to attack her.

Iris Ascendis

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Wingram Clinic
_@Nanaya

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Sleep brought a sense of calmness, but peace would not find Ciara. Not now.

Delirious-ness brought on hyper-vivid dreams, and Ciara found herself sitting in a chair with her back against the wall, staring at her mother and father preparing breakfast. A blanket was wrapped around her, and she felt so tired.

Eggs and potatoes were fried, milk placed in cups. The aroma was heavenly, heavy with the smell of comfort. But was most comforting were the small smiles her mother would shoot Ciara's way every so often, or the look of warmth from her father.

She was tiny. The chair felt massive under her. She must have been young. But this was her life, wasn't it? Living with her parents. Eating normal food, feeling full…

The hunger in her stomach brought her to the table, shrugging off her blanket. But no matter how many eggs and potatoes she ate, or milk she drank, it wasn't enough. The gnawing hunger in her belly was still there, begging- no, demanding for more food.

She ate, and ate, tears beginning to fall down her face. Before she noticed her parents had froze entirely. Both were looking at her with side glances, faces dark. Suspicious.

The tinkle of glass falling, and the drip of spilled milk as Ciara felt hands around her neck, falling back in her chair. From the floor, she struggled weakly, looking up at her parents, who had wrapped their hands around her throat.

She coughed and choked, but it wasn't enough to wake her. Instead, Ciara's breathing in the hospital bed became quick and shallow, indicating some kind of nightmare…

Little did she know this would be just the beginning…