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In The Star-Breakers → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here's my application. Please let me know if I'm light on anything



In The Star-Breakers → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I love some Guardians of the Galaxy. Could be keen to play the sneak/scout role. Will try to have a CS up tomorrow if there's space left
In Mercenaries! - A tongue in cheek fantasy roleplay where things often go wrong 18+ language, violence → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Oh looks like I got in late. Still want to put my two cents in even if I'll be doubling up on some classes. I'll just drop the two concepts I had.





In Mercenaries! - A tongue in cheek fantasy roleplay where things often go wrong 18+ language, violence → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Quite like the idea of this. Have a wizard concept if there's still room.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Eun-Ji @Medili, Carmilla @Animus, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Dory @Jasbraq, Manfred @Force and Fury


The drunken man’s parting word left Leon with a sense of emptiness. ‘Nothing will bring my brother back.’ The cost of his ambition was paid for with the blood of others against his wishes. He now had a debt which he had never held before and it would need to be paid before he could justify himself again. Whether with the lyre or not, he had to save lives enough to make up for those lost here.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Spread out, stop this riot, fix the ship.” Leon commanded aimlessly into the hall. Only for him to feign acting his own command to pursue his own goals. He needed to find Manfred, or Eun-Ji, whoever could get him off this boat. He has had enough of all this.



Leon could find them easily enough with a decent amount of searching and bumping into fleeing common folk. Down in the lower decks just above the water line. Quite a panic was being roused about these 'Schluckodils', whatever they were. Probably some river beast.

"Manfred! Eun-Ji!" Leon breathed heavily as if he had been running. Some part of it was an act, another part genuine. "I came as fast as I could. The crowd is calm, but what is this talk about Scluckodils? If they are as terrifying as I've heard, I'm afraid I'll be of little help."

"According to what Ms Hohnstein described to me, these Schluckodils are man-eating reptiles of significant size that indeed are very dangerous," Eun-Ji answered Leon's question simply before then observing the performer's condition. She noticed that he doesn't seem to be all too worse for wear, but decided not to bring it up to give Leon the benefit of the doubt.

Manfred responded by pointing with one hand and drawing his finger to his lips with the other. "There is one just around that bend: in the galley." His eyes evaluated Leon up and down for a moment, expression unreadable. "If you're too weak to help, then you should make your exit." He divided his attention between watching where the schluckodil might emerge and Leon. He was hoping to bottleneck the former while leaving himself and Eun-Ji room to manoeuvre. "You have the lyre, correct? The one you threw was an illusion or decoy?" His Kerreman accent came out more strongly with a couple of the less common words. He was not looking at Leon, but his body language indicated that he was expecting an answer.

Leon was taken aback by Manfred's questions but kept such thoughts internal as to not arouse suspicion. "This hardly seems like the time, Manfred. I will talk about it later, but not while lives are at stake." Leon raised his voice ever so slightly to make it a matter of appearances. To push the matter further is to care less about the lives on the ship.

"I do think that it is important to confirm of the state of the Lyre, which is a paramount matter in this mission of ours..." Eun-Ji said in as polite a tone as she could achieve, before then continuing. "But very well, handling the immediate threats first is not unreasonable." She did notice, however, that Leon avoided really answering Manfred's simple question, which was curious.

"The lyre?... Right, The lyre. Did we succeed with that at least?" Dorothea fidgeted, as she tried her best to stay composed in said situation. The fear of the Schluckodil was not helping her mental state much.

Manfred's eyes narrowed at Leon's words and he found himself reevaluating the performer for at least the second time. A simple 'yes' would've been quicker than the response Solaire had given, which meant that he didn't have it or he wanted to hide it. "Mm, you're right," the Kerreman allowed. "We each must do our utmost, with whatever tools we have, to prevent more deaths." His eyes remained on the bend but it was clear that he now addressed Eun-Ji. "The schluck," he said, "we need to draw it into the hall and get it to open its mouth. Its skin is too hard to pierce." His eyes flicked Leon's way. "Perhaps an illusion." He looked at Dorothea, guilt only momentarily clawing at him. She seemed to have recovered her reason, and that was good. "Can you manage an Arcane Lance? If you can, I can also shoot it." His rifle was primed and loaded.

"I believe I can assist with both providing a decoy that might cause the creature to open its mouth, and also with getting something lethal into said mouth once it is open..." Eun-Ji paused, mulling over the options. "However, indeed, if someone else can aid with providing the illusion instead, I can then fully focus on aiding to wound and take down the beast."

Feeling that he had been forgotten, the traveller agent Seer chimed in, grinning in a coy manner. "Yeees, handle the Schluckodil by the four of you. You definitely do not need an additionally capable mage that also happens to be a Powergazer to help you, hmm?"

Leon replied to Seer directly. "Unfortunately not, as I said I'm not going to be much use." He then turned to Eun-Ji, who he saw as being more level-headed than Manfred at the current time. "Eun-Ji, unfortunately, I am a little different from a normal mage. I'm unable to draw well, and it looks as though I'm out. As it stands, I'm as good as a non-magic user. Which is to say not at all."

"Hugo let you know the way out, right? I would like to use it."

The more Leon spoke, the guiltier he appeared to Manfred, and purposely targeted Eun-Ji, too. The Kerreman had respected him, even trusted him. This was... disappointing. He just wanted Leon out of the picture at this point. If he was hiding anything, the Paradigm would know. "Then you should be on your way," he cut in. "Do wait for us with the big man, though." He couldn't make it too obvious with the Traveler's people around. He still hadn't decided where his loyalties lay. "I think you'll find him in the grotta tal-fidda. It's just down that way." Manfred chose an out-of-the-way direction and pointed. "Eun-Ji," he followed up, finished with the lying showman, "You get it to open wide and Dory, myself, and Seer can hit it with everything we've got." He furrowed his brow. "Say, has anyone seen the Perrench?" If he was lucky, they'd been eaten by the crocs, but Manfred was so rarely lucky.

Eun-Ji nodded in response. It should, hopefully, be easy enough to trick such a creature with one of her water doppelganger. "I understand. You can count on me, Manfred." After having said that, she immediately started drawing from the surrounding in preparation for the act.



Leon took the opportunity to sneak away to a place devoid of Traveller agents and spoke the magic words to get back to Hugo’s tower.

“Grotta tal-fidda.”

Leon experience the strange bliss that was temporal travel when he first was sent on this mission. Warm and encompassing like the heat of the sun protecting him from the vast expanse of void and night around him. Before he knew it though, he stood before a not unfamiliar desk. And the greatest mage to ever live that sat behind it.

The two had not exchanged words when Leon had first arrived at the tower. Leon had barely laid eyes on the man. But with just him and Hugo in a space, it was overwhelming, the intimidating presence of immense power bearing down upon him. No matter what trickery he had pulled to get here, none of it would work now.

This was to be a trial of truth. Leon had the lyre on his back and nothing he could do would be able to hide it from the eyes of the Paradigm. He had to pick his words very carefully.

Leon took a bow.

"Hugo." Leon said his name alone and waited to raise himself from the bow before continuing. "I trust the other missions have been going smoothly as well." Leon kept a friendly smile but was careful not to overdo it.

Leon waited for the Paradigm before mentioning the lyre or the events of his own mission. Although the Paradigm was powerful, Leon was intensely interested in how much of the events Hugo was already aware of.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Eun-Ji @Medili, Carmilla @Animus, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Dory @Jasbraq, Manfred @Force and Fury


Leon was elated to see his performance was bringing the fighting to a halt in the hall. Frankly, he had no expectations that such a plan would work. His companion of unfortunate political affiliations was hardly a showman. As far as his abilities were concerned, Firebrand could certainly create lights. But he lacked a sense of grace and beauty needed for such a thing. It still captured the crowd's attention, so Leon wasn’t complaining.

As the crowd gradually slowed its fighting, it became less like a writhing mass of people and weapons and easier to distinguish individual people in it. With that the consequences of the riot were unearthed, despite their cheers now the ground was littered with bodies. It wasn’t something Leon could ignore anymore. Those were dead bodies.

Leon could only continue his performance with the scene in front of him putting a strain on his plastic smile. That was until a heckler called him out and joined him on the table. Leon moved his weight accordingly so it wouldn’t tip over from the drunk’s oafish movements. The crowd was silent and Firebrand had stopped.

The man said his peace. Cursing Leon for what had happened and the people he lost to the conflict. To some degree, Leon felt responsible. He had chosen the lyre over helping these people and now those bodies on the ground paid the price. This was not just a drunken heckler, it was a man that had lost for Leon’s ambitions. Not even the stench of strong alcohol on the man could make him be dismissed.

Leon’s shoulders dropped and the performer’s mask slipped. He wasn’t Leon Solaire, Chosen of the Sun, standing on the table. Just a boy with no name disgusted by what was happening around him. The boy embraced the man knowing that he couldn’t make up for the loss but had little else to give.

Exiting the hug, he turned to the crowd. But he couldn’t face the crowd like this. He brought Leon back, the same routine just without the smile.

“Don’t let this man’s words go to waste. The disgust he feels for what happened here is real, I feel it too. Even if he points his finger in the wrong direction.”

“I was here to give you a show! But I go backstage to prepare for 5 minutes and I come back out to this!? Brother fighting brother. What are you even fighting for? To take down the nobility? Well, I don’t see any nobles in this crowd. The only thing you have to win is to be the king of a sinking ship. The ship is sinking!” With the limited space to move on the table, Leon made a few gestures and steps. But was limited by needing to counterbalance the man on the other side of it.

“I tried to stop you all, I did. But I feel that this man here is the first to finally grab the attention of you all. For that, I thank him. Those he lost can never be brought back, but we can honour their memory by stopping all this.”

Leon shifted his hands down to the surface of the table and transitioned into a one-handed handstand. Then flipped over back into a sitting position on the side of the table. It was a display of incredible balance and acrobatics. His continually serious expression betrayed the whimsicality of such a move. “I say we should put this to a vote.”

“For those who wish to continue fighting for the rule of a doomed riverboat, keep your hands down…"

"But for those who wish to be the survivors of a riverboat that almost sank, raise your hands now and help put an end to this senseless bloodshed.”

In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Eun-Ji @Medili, Carmilla @Animus, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Dory @Jasbraq, Manfred @Force and Fury


They were still going in there. It was only a brief moment when his performance finale had ceased all the fighting. But now it had begun again, too long for comfort and it only worsened. When would it end? Even then he dreaded the idea of what it would all look like after it all went quiet. Leon heard the sound between laboured breaths and was comforted by the cost of using his power so selfishly. At what cost was this lyre won? Would it truly do more good to make up for what is happening now? Who knew, but Leon’s mind delved into the matter. Guilt was not something the boy had often felt in the past.

"You must not be very good at hide-and-seek, seeing as you're just standing about here in the open."

Leon was looking away, out into the water when Carmillia met him under the verandah. The second the sound of her voice reached him, his breathing was suddenly under control and he spun around with a smile. But she heard it, who was he trying to fool and what was he trying to say with such a front. I am Leon Solaire. I am invincible. What a silly display it must seem in Carmillia’s eyes, but to Leon, it held great importance.

Leon chuckled in response to his moonlit companions quip. "It is true. I have never been very good at hiding. But I would like to think I have learned how to be found by the right people." Leon pushed himself off his leaned position on the railing and calmly walked toward Carmillia. Then he reached out a hand as if inviting her to dance. The sound of the riot raged on but he kept a closed-lip smile. "The music is hardly adequate, I know, but I would like to dance while we talk." There were traces of an uncharacteristically serious undertone in Leon's voice. It was certainly a departure from his celebrity persona, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Like a mask starting to slip.

"Your hand won’t slip through me this time. I promise."

In The Hourglass Order → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Eun-Ji @Medili, Carmilla @Animus, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Dory @Jasbraq, Manfred @Force and Fury


Carmillia grabbed Leon’s shoulder when he was just entering the narrow passage, only to fall through him as if it were nothing. Not even the image of Leon reacted to such an attempt. The dance continued down the way, further and further toward the indoor entertainment. The playful noises of partying, music, and a bit too much alcohol had now been replaced with violence, bloodshed, and way too much alcohol. The images of Leons speed up toward it as if the melody in his head had increased in tempo.

Sometime, about halfway through the Leons’ journey down, a small change of expression occurred. One after the other, their smile turned more mischievous while looking back down the hall toward those chasing him, as if some event had amused them.

Very shortly after, through all the commotion and chaos ahead, a voice called out from the entrance to the party lounge. The Arcane mages may have not been able to tell who it was. But Carmillia and the other chasing students would be able to recognise it immediately. “Ladies and gentlemen! Prepare to be amazed! By the one, the only, Leon Solaire!” It was Leon trying to put on a deepened announcer voice, but the three Leons were only being halfway there.

Nothing more of note happened until the Leons reach the end of the passage. First, they converged on a single spot only just inside the hall, they brought their hands up to their mouths for a while as if calling out something. But nothing could be heard from them.

Leon faced toward the crowd raising his arms as if greeting a standing ovation. There were no longer three Leons, just a single one to perform the finale. The following happened
simultaneously in magnificent fashion: A cluster of marbles apparated on the ground and a second copy of the first group slowly rose from the same position into Leon’s lowered right arm. Leon’s left arm tossed the lyre forward high into the air, it didn’t look like a particularly hard throw but the lyre moved at an unnatural speed toward the ceiling and then dropped quickly into the crowd as if gravity had doubled for the lyre alone. Finally, another Leon waltzed in from the left exit of the lounge at unnatural speed. This one took weird non-linear movements and passed through a few of the rioters as if it were a ghost but then also took the time to step over some dead ones.

With the lyre now in the crowd, the marbles having disappeared in his hand, and the other Leon milliseconds away from touching him, the first Leon turned on a heel toward the hallway. They both took a bow, the first Leon went first but the second Leon moved much faster so they both finished at the same time. Then the marbles erupted, engulfing the entrance and a considerable portion of the lounge in light glitter as the bowing Leon suddenly disappeared.

Ta da!


Leon stood under the covered verandah just outside the entertainment hall. He held onto the railing as he gazed over the moonlit waters of the river. He was lucky to have found a safe place so close. One could even call it peaceful if it wasn’t for the sounds of unrestrained violence coming from the rest of the boat. For a second, he thought he could also hear it echoing across the river. Maybe it was more of the same on shore. He still chuckled off the high of a perfectly executed performance, in spite of it all.

He took laboured breaths, slinking his arms back into his shoulders as he let his head rest downward. Even if Leon wanted to help, he knew that he was incapable of doing so in his current state. He had only a sliver of magical ability left to work with, his pouch of marbles was emptied out with that last stunt, and even if all that wasn’t the case he doubted he would be able to truly confront what was happening in the entertainment hall.

Sure, Leon had seen a drunken brawl before and that was what he expected to see when he reached the hall. But it was far, far worse than that. It took all his energy to not focus on the chaos around him earlier. He had to step over a few unconscious people to even get outside. At least, his mind couldn’t bear to think that the worst had happened to them.

There was no use dwelling on events he is powerless to stop. All he could do now is wait here and hope the others get out alright.


In The Hourglass Order → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Eun-Ji @Medili, Carmilla @Animus, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Dory @Jasbraq, Manfred @Force and Fury


A loud thud could be heard from the trapdoor leading into the cargo hold. Had Leon been cornered by an opponent in there? Or had he simply found himself locked in? But no other signs of a struggle could be heard following that.

5 seconds pass.

The hatch of the door swings open, and then again, and then again to no accompanying sound. Similarly, Leon Solaire himself popped up in a gracious ta-da from the opening. Then another one did, and another after that, converging on the performer's held pose. And yet, in a strange deviation of character, any noise you would expect from him was drowned out by the surrounding chaos.

The Leons exited the hatch with a jump landing on their feet and began to waltz through the room holding the Lyre in clear view as they pretended to pluck the strings. Each Leon followed the other so closely that the three blurred into one another. Their capes seemed weightless and chaotic as they weren’t beholden to the changes in the wind from various thrown objects and blows. But their movements were incredibly similar, in fact, they were identical aside from being offset milliseconds in time.

To those paying close attention, they would see a marble apparate out of nowhere ahead of him then split into three floating inline upward at a snail's pace, defying any sense of gravity. The marbles start floating upward and back in the direction of the Leons. Eventually, each perfectly landed between their respective Leon’s fingers, as if they hadn’t even tried to catch a marble at all. The Leons were even not looking at the marbles. Instead, they gazed directionlessly out to the chaotic battle with the same plastic smile.

The Leons carried on further in their waltz until an arbitrary point in which they opened their mouths and bit down on the empty air. Soon after, they take an exaggerated inhale before bellowing fire in the direction of Forceful. And yet, it was poorly aimed and off centre from the Traveller’s agent and it didn’t carry any heat as fire would. So aside from the initial shock at seeing the fire, it wouldn’t do anything.

Reaching the entrance to the room, the Leons took a short bow before continuing down the corridor. They continued to move at a constant speed unbothered by the danger around them. Until they passed by Dorothea. The first Leon stopped with the others not too far behind. An expression of concern could be seen on his face and he stopped for a while as if unsure what to do. He began reaching out his hand toward her. But then he shook his head, retreating his hand immediately to continue the dance. The other two Leons did the same as they all continued the waltz out of the corridor.

Just what had happened? One could assume it was all illusory. But an experienced arcane mage would see that none of it (except the flame) was the result of magically conjured light.


In The Hourglass Order → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

... and the Traveller

@Force and Fury

Not interacting with but in the arc:
Eun-Ji @Medili, Carmilla @Animus, Zarra @BreathOfTheWoof, Dory @Jasbraq


Leon stumbled upon landing down in the cargo hold. He felt disoriented and dizzy to such a degree he needed to lean on a nearby crate. Were his marbles that noisy? Noisy was an understatement when his ears were still violently ringing. But no it couldn’t have been and from the looks of things, it couldn’t have been the Traveller’s agents. Could it have been a friendly fire?

He shook the concept out of his head, this was no time to dwell on the thought. Time was ticking and he didn’t need his hearing to carry out the plan. Mustering some strength and biting down on his teeth, Leon pushed himself up off the crate and took in the dark and lifeless hold.

It was hardly surprising this place was locked up tight, not so much as a rat could be seen scurrying around in the shadows. Not that he would be able to hear it. ringing The only signs of movement were tiny drops of water near the side walls. As Leon watched another fall from the ceiling he expected to hear it gently splash at the bottom. ringing. He snickered quietly, for what reason would he need to hear a droplet land.

Leon popped the lid off a nearby barrel with a more reserved sway than his regular galavanting and held it as if it were a seasoned dance partner in a waltz around the ship. While doing so, Leon was channelling a great deal of binding magic into the wooden disk. There was row after row of painfully generic crates and barrels in this place as was to be expected. But Leon knew not to search all of them, why would anyone keep a lyre of the gods in such a boring place. No, it would certainly be in some ornate packaging.

While the dance continued, the barrel top’s wood became more refined and the circular shape gradually moulded into an arc. It was a simple plan really, Leon intended to make a counterfeit copy of the lyre and hand that off to the rowdy mob. The Traveller’s agents would chase it in the hopes they could stop it from being destroyed, only to find out it was already too late and the broken shard of the ‘lyre’ was all that remained. Leon smiled content with his plan.

But wait, what would his team think when they see him throw their objective to the wolves. Leon simply chuckled to himself, it all sounded quite amusing really.

“Ah-ha!” In the sea of dull browns and even duller browns, a cloth of white poked over the top. The lyre was hidden, but not well hidden. Of course, Leon was chosen by fate to hold such an artefact so he expected to find it no matter how much they tucked it away.

“A bit mundane once you see it in person, isn’t it?” said a voice.

Maybe it was that Leon’s ears had recovered faster than he realised, or perhaps it was that the only noises he had to reference before were the ringing and the muted fighting above. But this voice arrived into Leon’s perception clear as day causing the hairs on his arm to stand on end. He paused right before he was about to take off the cloth covering the lyre’s cage and looked around behind him.

“Who’s there? It is rude to address someone from the shadows. Not even bothering to say hello no less.” Leon could keep a visible composure despite how creeped out the situation made him feel. He was so certain he would be alone in here.

“Well then, you have my apologies.” A small, dark-skinned woman stepped out of the shadows. Her hands glowed with arcane energy, providing a degree of light. “Now,” she continued, unbothered, “are you going to steal that holy artifact or not?”

Leon picked up the white cloth and flicked it in the figure’s general direction, unveiling the lyre in the process. With a growing smile and a chuckle he replied. “Of course I am. The question is, who are you and why haven’t you stopped me yet? It takes quite a mage to simply appear out of nowhere.”

She smiled back, and it was neither threatening nor jovial. “I’ll take your compliment in the spirit it was intended, Mr. Solaire: the spirit in which you intend all of your various compliments. As for who I am?” She shrugged. “Some of my friends are just outside, but don’t worry: nobody will be bothering us.” It was about then that Leon noticed the cloth he’d thrown, frozen in midair, so perfectly still that it would’ve taken a profound control over kinetic magic to render it so. Were he especially perceptive, he may have noticed that the rat which had been scurrying across the floor when their exchange began was now completely still, in midstep.

Leon had turned away for a moment to take in the sight of the lyre and begin changing his counterfeit’s colour, a speciality of his. But upon turning back he saw what had transpired, everything suspended as if frozen in time and the figure had changed in appearance. ”Ah…” Leon was no fool and could put two and two together. “Hugo, I presume.” He paused thinking about it for just a bit longer. “Wait, no. The Traveller.” Mildly flustered by the mistake, he regained his composure soon after.

“This whole show is quite impressive, but it doesn’t answer my question. Why am I still holding the lyre?”

An elderly man in a bard’s getup smiled back at him. “As a performer, I think you’d know why.” The Traveler threw out his arms. “The best shows - the ones they come back to see - don’t just give them what they want right away, do they?” He tilted his head and grinned like a puckish old grandfather. “You make them wait for it! You make them work for it. That way, once you give it to them, they’ll value it that much more.” The smile fell away from his face to be replaced by a thoughtful expression. “But I suppose I do owe you a resolution. Pardon my imposition, but I’d like to answer it with a question: Why do you suppose this dusty old instrument is so valuable? Why do the Rednitz want it? Why does old Hugo want it? Why do you?”

Leon smiled toward the Traveller, the now elderly man was speaking his language. ”I’m glad you see it that way. Because you’ll have to wait on this lyre for a while longer yet.” Leon took the lyre out of the cage now holding two identical-looking objects in each hand, well identical without a magnifying glass that is. Or touching the strings, Leon still had yet to learn how to change the material properties so the strings were just incredibly thin wooden strips that looked like string.

“The Rednitz want it for the same reason anyone else unexceptional wants it. They want to put it behind a cage as something to stare at because they believe that will bring them prestige. That being the case, I have done a pretty good job at duplicating the lyre. Don’t you think?”

There was a sizzle of Blood Magic and something subtle about the strings did change. The Traveler nodded. “Only one more trick to learn,” he admitted. Then, his face grew serious. “In the case of the Rednitz, you could not be more right. In the case of the Paradigm, I wish you were.” He shook his head. “That object you are holding – one of them, anyhow - has the power to reconcile the magic that comes from without and the world within which we live. In layman’s terms, it can remove the madness from aberrations. It can make them safe for anyone to absorb, to gain The Gift without fear of harm to their sanity. Now, why do you think that Mr. Hunghorasz wants it?”

Leon saw the strings of the counterfeit change and sensed a strange camaraderie with the figure before him. Perhaps if his own goals did not differ so, he could find himself being friends with the Traveller. But then the next thing said took Leon out of any illusions of cooperation. “Even if that were true, I don’t think many people should have the gift. Unexceptional people start fights and wage wars with mere whispers and false promises. Do you think this boat would still be floating if the riot up top was filled with mages?” Leon chuckled as if it were a joke. But the Traveller could see that the boy put more weight behind that belief than simple humour.

Leon shrugged it off, trying to change the subject. “As for Hugo, well, I can’t imagine what someone like him would want with them. I doubt he needs more power and I am frankly unsure why he doesn’t possess them already.”

Slowly, ruefully, the Traveler shook his head. “That is where you are wrong,” he replied. “It is not the ‘unexceptional’ people who start the wars. It is the unexceptional people who die, en masse, in the wars that those with the Gift start. Look at the reality of the world that you live in! Think through it!” He’d stepped forward now, his bearing passionate. “As for your jest, if this boat was filled with mages, they would not be rioting. If there was true equality and a small, select group were not simply born with advantages that allowed them to fly, to lift more than an elephant, to create flesh and stone from seemingly nothing, to kill a hundred fellow human beings with the flick of a wrist, perhaps they would not assume that such an imbalance was natural, that it was their right to act as gods!”

The Traveler’s image wavered and he became a small boy. “You must know of how the few conspire to breed magic into their bloodlines to the exclusion of all others. Because you are the exception, you now escape the worst of it. Think back to your childhood, though: read between the lines, Leon.” He narrowed his eyes and seemed much older than he appeared. “Remember those days before your renown, before you unexpectedly manifested the Gift. Do you recall the times you slept in the wagon, the cold biting through its canvas covers, the weapons gripped in the hands of your troupe as they travelled? How about the hay beds with the roaches and rats or the bowl of porridge sacrificed by an older member when you needed more?” He paused for a moment. “And what of the times you had to cede the road as some noble passed by in a coach guarded by a small army? The way you were reminded to bow your head before them? What made them better than you: Leon Solaire!?”

A bit of a shiver went down Leon’s spine as the Traveller described the struggles of his earlier life, twisting it into something to enrage him. But Leon simply couldn’t relate. Even when they starved for food, before his delusions of grandeur, there were always people to support him. An upstart noble could knock their egos down once in a while, but everyone would come back from it. And, as Leon started to come into his persona he felt the presence of something driving him forward. He could only look down on petty nobles, for they had no greater ambitions than holding on to prestige.

Whether this presence was real or not, Leon certainly believed it.

Leon’s mood visibly shifted to match that of the Traveller’s young form. One with conviction in his voice. “So… whats the game plan then? Give everyone the power to kill a hundred humans and then peace eternal showers the world just because everyone's the same? We will have to agree to disagree.”

Leon took both lyres and began walking to the trap door, turning away from the Traveller. “Anyway, I’m afraid if you aren’t going to take this lyre from me, I must be on my way. The longer I wait, the more lives are on the line.”

“Far be it from me to impose my will upon another. Those who have come to my side have done so of their own conviction: against the world demanding they not.” For a moment, reality itself seemed to flicker. Then, another version of himself was standing not a foot distant, resting a hand on his shoulder and smiling tightly. “But that is not the case for you. Is it?” The ersatz Leon shook his head slightly and the smile faded.

For a split second, there was a surge of magical power not unlike the semi-familiar feel of aberration, yet the strength of it was like peering down an abyss so vast that you could not imagine an end. “We shall speak again when you are ready to stop loving your chains… and everyone else’s.” Leon felt a squeeze on his shoulder. “Farewell.” Then, the Traveler was gone and the youth remained, holding a pair of Lyres in his hands. It was impossible to tell the genuine article from the reproduction. The cloth that had hung in time during the unsettling conversation fell to the floor belatedly and a startled rat scurried away.

Leon looked back to find the hold empty. He was left to think on the Traveller’s words. In another world, he would lockstep and join forces with the figure. But he couldn’t let the figure’s ideals become a reality, no matter how much conviction was behind them. Peace was the goal, that is what Leon wanted. But uncertainty took him every time.

The letter with the details of his birth sits on his desk, unopened. It is a constant reminder that Leon Solaire is a lie. He was not from the Sun, he was just some unexceptional orphan. Leon clung tightly to the lyre. If he could just take the lyre from Hugo, from the Traveller, it would prove himself exceptional. Then he could burn that letter, for it would be false.

Leon slipped the real lyre under the back of his shirt, utilizing some illusionary magic to help it stick out less. Then with an inhale, he turned his head upward. The insecure boy had gone, Leon Solaire was back. Before he climbed the stairs, he gave a flick of his wrist.

“Fantasia!”



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