Fallen Muse
Member
Where's my Obi Wan?
- Last Seen: 2 yrs ago
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 409 (0.10 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Fallen Muse 11 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Heat,
ChronoBovino
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Come on peoples. This RP be amazings.
Without a response Avanid had been about to give up on trying to find Lathunis and return to her Isle and try again later, but this was not the case as she heard a very demanding voice yell at her from the direction of the Palace. As Avanid turned she saw that Mysia in all her almost hellish glory, she opened her mouth to speak, but stopped as Lathunis appeared beside her speaking quickly and snatching her up by the arm and leading her to Mysia. “I am sorry for disturbing your peaceful gardens, but I had to see Lathunis. It has been a few weeks since I have seen her.” Avanid chewed the inside of her cheek and stared at Mysia, another part of her felt a powerful energy nearby and getting closer. She paid this energy no heed though and pushed it to the back of her mind.
Holding the tube tightly Avanid waited for Mysia’s reply and gently slid her hand into Lathunis and left the tube as she slid her hand away. “That is yours… Wait to open it, and when you do please wait for a explanation.” Avanid gave a visible gulp and looked back as Mysia as she finished whispering in Lathunis’ ear. Avanid was tense she wasn’t sure what everyone’s intentions were, but she didn’t want to give away this secret she was sharing with Lathunis just yet. “I appreciate both of your…” She stopped speaking as a tugging feeling pulled at her, something was going on. Her skin started to take on a darker hue and she knew. A battle had begun nearby, she could see it the vampires crawling over walls slaughtered the innocent as well as soldiers. She saw through many sets of eyes as her mind connected with the ravens that were already circling above the city. “Lathunis… “
With a quick movement of her hands she pulled off her raven skull helm and put it under her arm, thick black wavy hair fell down her back and framed her face, her pupils red and glowing. “It seems something is happening in the mortal realm, a army of monsters have fallen upon Caesilinus. The city is being sacked as we speak. I can only see so much at night when my ravens are sleeping.” Her body posture seemed as if she had the urge to leave to go the battle, which she did if not for more heroes to take to her island then for the mere fact of being around such combat. She didn’t leave though as she stood there waiting to see what the other Goddesses thought of such a situation.
Holding the tube tightly Avanid waited for Mysia’s reply and gently slid her hand into Lathunis and left the tube as she slid her hand away. “That is yours… Wait to open it, and when you do please wait for a explanation.” Avanid gave a visible gulp and looked back as Mysia as she finished whispering in Lathunis’ ear. Avanid was tense she wasn’t sure what everyone’s intentions were, but she didn’t want to give away this secret she was sharing with Lathunis just yet. “I appreciate both of your…” She stopped speaking as a tugging feeling pulled at her, something was going on. Her skin started to take on a darker hue and she knew. A battle had begun nearby, she could see it the vampires crawling over walls slaughtered the innocent as well as soldiers. She saw through many sets of eyes as her mind connected with the ravens that were already circling above the city. “Lathunis… “
With a quick movement of her hands she pulled off her raven skull helm and put it under her arm, thick black wavy hair fell down her back and framed her face, her pupils red and glowing. “It seems something is happening in the mortal realm, a army of monsters have fallen upon Caesilinus. The city is being sacked as we speak. I can only see so much at night when my ravens are sleeping.” Her body posture seemed as if she had the urge to leave to go the battle, which she did if not for more heroes to take to her island then for the mere fact of being around such combat. She didn’t leave though as she stood there waiting to see what the other Goddesses thought of such a situation.
The Night the God King Fell
A night she’d always remember, Avanid had been in the rush of her life that night. When the God King died it was like a searing hot pain had shot through her. She had been on her way to Avanid Island to check on the warriors who were living there. When Aroesus died, Avanid faltered in mid flight almost crashing into the lake below, but she managed to keep aloft pushing her connection to Aroesus she had gained from Aroesus giving her the duty of bringing heroes to her Isle aside. With a quick turned Avanid veered her course and went straight for Aroesus home. It didn’t take long before she saw the tower in the distance, beautiful white and strong, she saw those archways onto a balcony that were left open for Aroesus to view his lands. She sped for the nearest window and landed casually on a railing and took in the view. No one had arrived yet, and the who had ever plotted and killed the God King seemed to be long gone. Cautiously she hopped down onto the balcony and fluttered into the room.
The scene before her was a shock the Dead Aroesus disturbed her down to her core. It would have taken someone powerful to bring such a god so low. She slowly hopped over to his form standing on his chest and staring at his face. If it weren’t for her being in raven form tears would have been rolling from her eyes. Avanid knew what she had to do though and with a hop forward she was standing on Aroesus chin and she moved in a blur her beak coming down in a pecking motion as her upper jaw with over the top of the God King’s eye ball and her bottom jaw underneath it. Her beak put a light pressure and pulled the eye free before swallowing it whole. Looking to the other eye she did exactly the same to it and swallowed the eyeball. It saddened her to have to do a such a thing to Aroesus, but it had to be done. She lifted her head her beak covered in blood, the eye sockets of the God King now hollow and red with blood.
For what seemed like a long time Avanid just stared at the dead god king. It was at this time she heard a noise, someone was coming. With a quick flap of her wings Avanid took off through a archway and out into the sky just as the door opened and Eskellon came into the Aroesus room. She flew as quick and hard as she could with the precious payload she carried straight for her island. Upon arriving she changed form and entered the huge tree that she called her home. With a cough and a gag, then another cough she spit up Aroesus eyes and placed them inside of a small silver tube that she plugged with a cork. “I can’t leave… Not yet. Someone may have seen me. I have to wait till the skies are clear… Till I can get to Lathunis.”
Present Day
The sun shone brightly across the Isle of Avanid the sounds of hundreds of warriors fighting could be heard off in the distance as well as their shouts of victory and cries of defeat. Avanid smiled at the sound it was always a pleasure to wake up to such exultation. For days now she had sent out some of her ravens to see if anyone had been searching specifically for her, and so far no word of her being a target had been found. It was a good day indeed with news like that she would finally be able to leave her island and find Lathunis, the goddess and friend she considered Queen even though others didn’t. She gathered up her clothes dressing herself in the normal pieces of leather and armor she wore, it wasn’t exactly the most concealing but it covered everything important. She finished her outfit off with a head dress that was made from a giant raven skull with huge black feathers sticking out the back of it. It fit her head quite easily and hid the upper part of her face. Taking a deep breath Avanid shrank in size her body becoming covered in black feathers the headdress she wore melding into her head and by the end of it all she was a raven perched on a side table next to a bit. Using her beak she picked up the silver tube that held the God king’s eyes.
The Raven that was Avanid took flight from her isle soaring high above the lake carrying the sacred items with as much care as possible, she wondered how Lathunis would react to this. She hoped that her friend would not be angry with her. Eyes darting back and forth she watched to make sure no one tried to intercept her on her path and she realized she had closed quite a bit of distance to Kronas the Gardens already coming into view. With the grace of a bird she landed, and neatly folded her wings against her body giving a slight caw as she did so. Dropping the tube she changed once more and stood in the garb she had donned back at her home. With a gentle grab she picked up the tube and began to walk through the beautiful garden. Vibrant colors blossomed from every plant and even the greens seemed to have a glare to them. She stopped as she came to a clearing, why had she come here? She had just felt like she would find Lathunis in this place, something deep down in her stomach said she would find her friend in the Gardens.
Slowly Avanid put a hand to the side of her mouth and shouted. “Lathunis! I need to speak to you it’s important! Lathuns!” She continued to walk through the garden continuing to shout for her friend hoping she would get some reply. Avanid slowly looked down at the silver tube in her hand and gave a deep gulp. She was both excited and dreading giving this to Lathunis hoping to explain herself before Lathunis possibly became angry with her. She stopped as she came to a tree. Here, Lathunis was close she could feel. “Lathunis, It’s Avanid I have a gift for you! You must come see!” She stood there waiting looking around curiously.
A night she’d always remember, Avanid had been in the rush of her life that night. When the God King died it was like a searing hot pain had shot through her. She had been on her way to Avanid Island to check on the warriors who were living there. When Aroesus died, Avanid faltered in mid flight almost crashing into the lake below, but she managed to keep aloft pushing her connection to Aroesus she had gained from Aroesus giving her the duty of bringing heroes to her Isle aside. With a quick turned Avanid veered her course and went straight for Aroesus home. It didn’t take long before she saw the tower in the distance, beautiful white and strong, she saw those archways onto a balcony that were left open for Aroesus to view his lands. She sped for the nearest window and landed casually on a railing and took in the view. No one had arrived yet, and the who had ever plotted and killed the God King seemed to be long gone. Cautiously she hopped down onto the balcony and fluttered into the room.
The scene before her was a shock the Dead Aroesus disturbed her down to her core. It would have taken someone powerful to bring such a god so low. She slowly hopped over to his form standing on his chest and staring at his face. If it weren’t for her being in raven form tears would have been rolling from her eyes. Avanid knew what she had to do though and with a hop forward she was standing on Aroesus chin and she moved in a blur her beak coming down in a pecking motion as her upper jaw with over the top of the God King’s eye ball and her bottom jaw underneath it. Her beak put a light pressure and pulled the eye free before swallowing it whole. Looking to the other eye she did exactly the same to it and swallowed the eyeball. It saddened her to have to do a such a thing to Aroesus, but it had to be done. She lifted her head her beak covered in blood, the eye sockets of the God King now hollow and red with blood.
For what seemed like a long time Avanid just stared at the dead god king. It was at this time she heard a noise, someone was coming. With a quick flap of her wings Avanid took off through a archway and out into the sky just as the door opened and Eskellon came into the Aroesus room. She flew as quick and hard as she could with the precious payload she carried straight for her island. Upon arriving she changed form and entered the huge tree that she called her home. With a cough and a gag, then another cough she spit up Aroesus eyes and placed them inside of a small silver tube that she plugged with a cork. “I can’t leave… Not yet. Someone may have seen me. I have to wait till the skies are clear… Till I can get to Lathunis.”
Present Day
The sun shone brightly across the Isle of Avanid the sounds of hundreds of warriors fighting could be heard off in the distance as well as their shouts of victory and cries of defeat. Avanid smiled at the sound it was always a pleasure to wake up to such exultation. For days now she had sent out some of her ravens to see if anyone had been searching specifically for her, and so far no word of her being a target had been found. It was a good day indeed with news like that she would finally be able to leave her island and find Lathunis, the goddess and friend she considered Queen even though others didn’t. She gathered up her clothes dressing herself in the normal pieces of leather and armor she wore, it wasn’t exactly the most concealing but it covered everything important. She finished her outfit off with a head dress that was made from a giant raven skull with huge black feathers sticking out the back of it. It fit her head quite easily and hid the upper part of her face. Taking a deep breath Avanid shrank in size her body becoming covered in black feathers the headdress she wore melding into her head and by the end of it all she was a raven perched on a side table next to a bit. Using her beak she picked up the silver tube that held the God king’s eyes.
The Raven that was Avanid took flight from her isle soaring high above the lake carrying the sacred items with as much care as possible, she wondered how Lathunis would react to this. She hoped that her friend would not be angry with her. Eyes darting back and forth she watched to make sure no one tried to intercept her on her path and she realized she had closed quite a bit of distance to Kronas the Gardens already coming into view. With the grace of a bird she landed, and neatly folded her wings against her body giving a slight caw as she did so. Dropping the tube she changed once more and stood in the garb she had donned back at her home. With a gentle grab she picked up the tube and began to walk through the beautiful garden. Vibrant colors blossomed from every plant and even the greens seemed to have a glare to them. She stopped as she came to a clearing, why had she come here? She had just felt like she would find Lathunis in this place, something deep down in her stomach said she would find her friend in the Gardens.
Slowly Avanid put a hand to the side of her mouth and shouted. “Lathunis! I need to speak to you it’s important! Lathuns!” She continued to walk through the garden continuing to shout for her friend hoping she would get some reply. Avanid slowly looked down at the silver tube in her hand and gave a deep gulp. She was both excited and dreading giving this to Lathunis hoping to explain herself before Lathunis possibly became angry with her. She stopped as she came to a tree. Here, Lathunis was close she could feel. “Lathunis, It’s Avanid I have a gift for you! You must come see!” She stood there waiting looking around curiously.
Name/Titles: Anavid, Mistress of the Glorious Fallen, The Raven
Gender (if applicable): Female
Patronage: Heroes, Courage,, Battles
Parentage: Daughter of Nanaeios (It’s complicated)
Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity
Appearance: She flies over the battlefields of mortals seeking those most worthy of her taking their soul to a place of great honor. She can also sometimes be viewed perching upon Lathunis’ shoulder.
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
Battlefields, particularly those where the heroic are slain in the face of overwhelming odds, or where great courage is displayed in the face of death. The tombs of fallen heroes are often engraved with a image of a raven representing Anavid and these sites function as places of worship. There are also much larger shrines built to Anavid where great battles took place and heroic soldiers gave their lives. Even besieged cities have put shrines upon their walls where soldiers defended with their lives. People go to pay patronage at these places as well usually laying daggers, arrows and shields at the base of the shrine, all of which promptly disappear once placed
The Isle of Avanid, which resides in Lake Miphas. This island is where all fallen soldiers she takes from battles and brings them to this paradise where they practice fighting every day with each other and night retire to large bonfires where they drink and wench to their hearts content. This Island is impossible to find except by Avanid and any else who try to find it will crash into the water becoming trapped until Avanid releases them
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
Warriors, heroes, fallen champions. Any who look to battle as a way of life and seek fame and honor in death she will bring to her embrace to hold and keep safe, taking them to the Isle of Avanid which is on Lake Miphas
Carrion eaters are her most loyal subjects, and she is able to see through their eyes as they do. They help her keep track of the bravest in battles and pick out those who are performing a great act of bravery on the battlefield.
Psychology:
(WIP)
History:
(WIP) Nanaeios changed genders in order to lay with Messra, another woman, who figured out she was sleeping with the goddess and threatened to tell. To protect her secret and avoid the wrath of Aroesus, who had a bit of a thing about women laying with other women, Nanaeios changed Messra into a raven so she couldn't talk, just squawk. Unbeknowst to Nanaeios, Messra was pregnant. When the raven formerly known as Messra laid an egg, she made sure to sit on it until this one hatched a brand new demigoddess who was sent to Krona to confront her other mother. The vengeance, however, did not quite work out, as Lathunis instead took the young Anavid under her wing, so to speak as a friend and confidante.
Avanid arrived at Krona to request a punishment upon her mother, Nanaeios, for turning her mother, Messra, into a raven. However, before she could reach Aroesus she was intercepted by Lathunis who dissuaded her from attempting vengeance and invited the young goddess to stay with her on Krona. Lathunis kept Avanid close, instructing her on the ways of the Gods and Krona. Aroesus, after a time, noticed Avanid’s affinity for battlefields and ravens and saw an opportunity to entrust her with a special duty – transporting the spirits of the courageous fallen to her island domain on Lake Miphas, an army of the bravest kept out of the great cycle of life and death and rebirth and held in reserve should he need it some day.
Relationships:
(WIP)
Gender (if applicable): Female
Patronage: Heroes, Courage,, Battles
Parentage: Daughter of Nanaeios (It’s complicated)
Pantheon/Affiliation: Deity
Appearance: She flies over the battlefields of mortals seeking those most worthy of her taking their soul to a place of great honor. She can also sometimes be viewed perching upon Lathunis’ shoulder.
Centres of Worship/Places of Power:
Battlefields, particularly those where the heroic are slain in the face of overwhelming odds, or where great courage is displayed in the face of death. The tombs of fallen heroes are often engraved with a image of a raven representing Anavid and these sites function as places of worship. There are also much larger shrines built to Anavid where great battles took place and heroic soldiers gave their lives. Even besieged cities have put shrines upon their walls where soldiers defended with their lives. People go to pay patronage at these places as well usually laying daggers, arrows and shields at the base of the shrine, all of which promptly disappear once placed
The Isle of Avanid, which resides in Lake Miphas. This island is where all fallen soldiers she takes from battles and brings them to this paradise where they practice fighting every day with each other and night retire to large bonfires where they drink and wench to their hearts content. This Island is impossible to find except by Avanid and any else who try to find it will crash into the water becoming trapped until Avanid releases them
Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
Warriors, heroes, fallen champions. Any who look to battle as a way of life and seek fame and honor in death she will bring to her embrace to hold and keep safe, taking them to the Isle of Avanid which is on Lake Miphas
Carrion eaters are her most loyal subjects, and she is able to see through their eyes as they do. They help her keep track of the bravest in battles and pick out those who are performing a great act of bravery on the battlefield.
Psychology:
(WIP)
History:
(WIP) Nanaeios changed genders in order to lay with Messra, another woman, who figured out she was sleeping with the goddess and threatened to tell. To protect her secret and avoid the wrath of Aroesus, who had a bit of a thing about women laying with other women, Nanaeios changed Messra into a raven so she couldn't talk, just squawk. Unbeknowst to Nanaeios, Messra was pregnant. When the raven formerly known as Messra laid an egg, she made sure to sit on it until this one hatched a brand new demigoddess who was sent to Krona to confront her other mother. The vengeance, however, did not quite work out, as Lathunis instead took the young Anavid under her wing, so to speak as a friend and confidante.
Avanid arrived at Krona to request a punishment upon her mother, Nanaeios, for turning her mother, Messra, into a raven. However, before she could reach Aroesus she was intercepted by Lathunis who dissuaded her from attempting vengeance and invited the young goddess to stay with her on Krona. Lathunis kept Avanid close, instructing her on the ways of the Gods and Krona. Aroesus, after a time, noticed Avanid’s affinity for battlefields and ravens and saw an opportunity to entrust her with a special duty – transporting the spirits of the courageous fallen to her island domain on Lake Miphas, an army of the bravest kept out of the great cycle of life and death and rebirth and held in reserve should he need it some day.
Relationships:
(WIP)
A rapid blink was given by Mishka at the way Arthur was acting, rude and brutish, most mercenaries had the decency to act like gentlemen in this place. She was about to say something when her jaw dropped at the price that Arthur offered for her. ‘8500! Is he simply buying a leg?!’ she screamed this in her mind and wanted to turn the man into a block of ice right then and there. Unfortunately she couldn’t do that cause if she did she would be stripped naked and likely sent to the arena, and then when she died her blood and bones would be used to make enchantments.
The clerk waved his hands and nodded. “Good good! We have a deal! You take her in for inspection and then pay me.” Mishka looked absolutely horrified by this turn of events. The clerk headed for a metal door. The door shoved open revealed a room with a podium in the middle and a stand that had manacles hanging down from it, this was obviously used to hold the girls arms while they were inspected. There was also a rack in the room to place clothes, weapons and staves in. The clerk turned towards Arthur and Mishka. “The inspection room! I am sure you have seen it before Ser Arthur.”
Mishka huffed and started walking towards the door undoing her hood as she went and folding it neatly. “The humiliating life of a mage.” Her hips swayed back and forth as if she was trying to seduce the mercenary that was to inspect her. “No privacy whatsoever.” She looks over her shoulder with a wink as she heads into the room. She sets her staff in the rack and begins to disrobe. “Do you want to use the manacles or are you okay with me simply standing on the podium?” The clerk watched Mishka with a lecher’s smile as she got naked nothing was hidden now and surprisingly the thin patch of pubic hair she had was the same bright silver of her hair. She didn’t have any piercings or tattoos on her body as many mages did, and her skin seemed to be completely unblemished though it did radiate with a extreme cold air.
The clerk waved his hands and nodded. “Good good! We have a deal! You take her in for inspection and then pay me.” Mishka looked absolutely horrified by this turn of events. The clerk headed for a metal door. The door shoved open revealed a room with a podium in the middle and a stand that had manacles hanging down from it, this was obviously used to hold the girls arms while they were inspected. There was also a rack in the room to place clothes, weapons and staves in. The clerk turned towards Arthur and Mishka. “The inspection room! I am sure you have seen it before Ser Arthur.”
Mishka huffed and started walking towards the door undoing her hood as she went and folding it neatly. “The humiliating life of a mage.” Her hips swayed back and forth as if she was trying to seduce the mercenary that was to inspect her. “No privacy whatsoever.” She looks over her shoulder with a wink as she heads into the room. She sets her staff in the rack and begins to disrobe. “Do you want to use the manacles or are you okay with me simply standing on the podium?” The clerk watched Mishka with a lecher’s smile as she got naked nothing was hidden now and surprisingly the thin patch of pubic hair she had was the same bright silver of her hair. She didn’t have any piercings or tattoos on her body as many mages did, and her skin seemed to be completely unblemished though it did radiate with a extreme cold air.
The entire air around Mishka seemed to be cold it seemed as if any minute the air might very well freeze solid. A slight smile came across Mishka’s smooth lips her eyebrows raised somewhat. “What can I do… Well I am a Ice Mage of the Second Circle which of course means, I am only a few steps from being one of the most powerful ice mages in the Empire.” She took her hand back slowly and let her arms hang at her side for a moment. She looked over towards the clerk who didn’t seem to want to speak. “To buy me will be Twelve thousand gold dragons and fifty two silver. I don’t know why fifty two silver, but that is apparently my price and I personally believe I am worth three times that much.” She taps her staff on the floor and a blue light flashes and thousands of ice crystals formed in the air all around them and she barely so much as blinked to make it happen.
Each of the crystals was in the perfect shape of a diamond. They seemed to glitter like starlight floating there in the air and then they shattered and came together to form a giant ball that began to shift in shape over and over again becoming many different objects from a sword to a butterfly. “I am quite skilled at manipulating ice, what I am doing now is a simple skill that barely scratches the surface of my true power. I can create a spire of ice so large it can kill ten men. I’m sure that is what you are needing me for yes? To kill your enemies?” Suddenly the ice disappeared in a dust and blew away through the air. The blue color in Mishka’s eyes softened and she looked to the clerk. “To tell you the truth, as of right now there are no better mages used for combat presently in this building than me.”
Each of the crystals was in the perfect shape of a diamond. They seemed to glitter like starlight floating there in the air and then they shattered and came together to form a giant ball that began to shift in shape over and over again becoming many different objects from a sword to a butterfly. “I am quite skilled at manipulating ice, what I am doing now is a simple skill that barely scratches the surface of my true power. I can create a spire of ice so large it can kill ten men. I’m sure that is what you are needing me for yes? To kill your enemies?” Suddenly the ice disappeared in a dust and blew away through the air. The blue color in Mishka’s eyes softened and she looked to the clerk. “To tell you the truth, as of right now there are no better mages used for combat presently in this building than me.”
The small room that had been given to Mishka wasn’t to say small nor was it large, well okay it was pretty small it was about the size of a walkin closet with a tiny single bed and a personal desk. The entire space was cluttered, books littered the floor scattered about in a disorganized manner. Mishka sat alone in the room her hands cupped together as a small blue flame floated above her palms and she stared into the fires. She had been trying to learn how to see into the future, but as of yet her seering had been unsuccessful. She dropped her hands with a huff and stood up wandering over to a goblet that she poured some warm wine into. With a wave of her hand small cubes of ice fell into the goblet and she took a few sips the sweet red wine moved smoothly down her throat before setting down the goblet again.
As soon as she set down the goblet though the door flung open and the Reception Clerk came in. “You’re up! We have a buyer! Get out here as quick as possible!” Mishka blinked rapidly, ‘so soon? I just got back!’ She sighed and clapped her hands everything she owned flew into a single bag that shrunk to the size of a pouch, the items had all been enchanted by another mage for which Mishka was eternally grateful it made moving so much easier. She grabbed her staff and turned towards the clerk “Okay let’s go.. Better not be some jerk like the last handler.”
As she headed down the halls she ran into other girls she had known since becoming a mage, they waved yelled things at each other inside jokes were passed along and laughing burst out from everyone. The clerk looked back at Mishka and waved her on. “Alright alright I’m coming!” She hurried behind him and came out to stand behind the desk. She stopped as she saw Arthur, her eyebrows furrowed as something seemed slightly off and her head tilted a bit. “Uh.” She shut her mouth immediately not wanting to seem a fool to the man about to purchase her abilities and get her out of this damned building if even for a little while.
She came around the desk and held out a hand towards Ser Arthur. “I’m Mishka. A pleasure to meet you.” She said softly and waited for the hand to shake hers. She still couldn’t help shake the feeling that something was off though. Her lips pursed slightly and she chewed the side of her tongue a bit.
As soon as she set down the goblet though the door flung open and the Reception Clerk came in. “You’re up! We have a buyer! Get out here as quick as possible!” Mishka blinked rapidly, ‘so soon? I just got back!’ She sighed and clapped her hands everything she owned flew into a single bag that shrunk to the size of a pouch, the items had all been enchanted by another mage for which Mishka was eternally grateful it made moving so much easier. She grabbed her staff and turned towards the clerk “Okay let’s go.. Better not be some jerk like the last handler.”
As she headed down the halls she ran into other girls she had known since becoming a mage, they waved yelled things at each other inside jokes were passed along and laughing burst out from everyone. The clerk looked back at Mishka and waved her on. “Alright alright I’m coming!” She hurried behind him and came out to stand behind the desk. She stopped as she saw Arthur, her eyebrows furrowed as something seemed slightly off and her head tilted a bit. “Uh.” She shut her mouth immediately not wanting to seem a fool to the man about to purchase her abilities and get her out of this damned building if even for a little while.
She came around the desk and held out a hand towards Ser Arthur. “I’m Mishka. A pleasure to meet you.” She said softly and waited for the hand to shake hers. She still couldn’t help shake the feeling that something was off though. Her lips pursed slightly and she chewed the side of her tongue a bit.
*watches everyone trade around her nation and doesn't know what to do D:*
I was confused about the bubble thing. Not anymore
cause I'm confused
© 2007-2024