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Relics still exist in the current age, I'll go more into this in the OP once I get there but I need to solidify some stuff and don't wanna potentially offer up any spoilers.

Half elfs are okay, but just be aware that if anyone suspects his true heritage the Order of the Third Moon are going to get all murdery.


Im still willing to play a half elf. His heritage could be a plot point and would create some tension between interactions with NPCs and maybe even the party members. Do you have some sort of CS we can start working on?
hope I did not control too much.

also, are we in the capital? cus, wasn't it getting attacked? or are we doing a sort of different timeline than Merlin?
All Arn could do was remain silent and present as calm a face as possible even though inside he wanted to smile wide. He knew it was for appearances but somehow the idea of being betrothed to Eilis brough him a joy he did not know how to describe.

However, a dark voice whispered in his head that she had only accepted because it was convenient and safe. That the girl was only doing what she must because she was trying to survive. She had an order of powerful and sadistic people. She had managed to secure not only a powerful mage but also the aid of an influential knight.

The voice sounded far, as if spoken from a deep well. Arn shook the hold of the voice off. He wondered why he had such thoughts. It had been a long time since he has felt fear and sadness. Had the feelings Eilis awoken in him awoken something else? Or could it have something to do with the mind meld?

He was brought out of his musings by Tyrhallan. The mage took a deep breath unaware that he had held his breath. He shifted his attention from the concerning voice which seemed not his own. It was fortunate that he had to prepare to leave the room. He was just wondering how he would contact the nurse or somebody to request a discharge when he heard a knock at the door.

A middle age lady with a tired and annoyed look on her face entered the room. Thanks to the scrubs she was wearing and the name tag, Arn could identify her as a nurse. With an exasperated sigh she placed a bag on the bed the battle mage had been occupying.

“A boy dropped this at the nurse’s station said it was for you. I don’t know why people think we are their maids.” The lady said irritated. “Then the head nurse is all agitated saying how the order came a bit ago about releasing the pair of you. IF it was up to me I would keep you for more observation. Both of you came looking pretty bad. But they don’t care about my opinion, no sir. They just do what they want because they were born wealthy and with a damn spoon in the ass.”

She busied about the room as she talked to herself. Checking monitors, poking and prodding the pair as if they were nothing more that meat sacks. “I guess, you do seem fine but that is no excuse to be out of bed. You know what, whatever, maybe when you lot leave we can have some peace and quiet again.”

The nurse disconnected the leads from both patients and as she had come in she left still talking and complaining. Arn turned to look at Eilis and smiled shrugging. He walked over to the bag slowly. He recognized it as his sea bag. Inside, it was the few things he owned. His armor, Daisho, and Uniforms were in it.

No doubt Tobi had arranged for all of this. The boy had his redeeming qualities ever now and then. The mage’s eyes narrowed. However, if he knew the boy, Tobi most likely eavesdropped on their conversation. If he had heard about the whole betrothal, then half the Shootings Stars probably already knew too. The darn boy had no doubt brought his gear as an excuse. Everything was much too convenient to not have been planned out by the young mage.

Or had it been Tyrhallan? The man was too good at pushing his noble weight around. No doubt he had set everything into motion before he had even spoken to them regarding their living accommodations. It was almost as he was more than sure that the pair would agree. How he could know was beyond the senior mage’s ability to comprehend.

Arn let out an irritated grunt. He hated being influenced or have his life planned for him. Still, the arrangement would mean protection and conform for Eilis. He dug through is pack and suddenly realized that other than the robes they were currently wearing, the girl had nothing to wear.

His eyes fell on the silky under robe that was usually worn under the thicker dress robes. The material was soft and light weight. He also grabbed one of his ceremonial belts which were leather with an ornate buckle. He grabbed both items and approached his protegee.

“Um, I know its not much but if you want you can wear this. I think it would work.” He said almost embarrassedly that he could offer her more. The robe would fall to about mid-thigh and when the belt was worn it would hug her waist in a sort of sun dress.

Arn had given Eilis space to change. He had drawn the curtains between the beds and proceeded to change into his dress robes. The materials was thicker and a bit itchy without the bottom robe but he endured it. His chest was exposed by the low plunging gold embroidered V neck. Normally, this would be covered by the under robe.

The dress robes was something he had only worn once or twice. As a black ranked mage, he would normally be in command or some other important position. The robes reflected that. The front side would be embroidered with gold thread in intricate patterns and runes. The robes themselves were not magic imbued but they were meant to look like that.

They flowed past just past his knees. Under the robes, he wore some silk pants and shiny leather boots. He pulled his pony tail back tight and even shaved. He looked nothing like the battle hardened man they had pulled into the infirmary bloody and almost dead.

The master mage looked very much like the rank his power and prowess demanded. Yet, he was the one who said a silent wow when the curtains finally moved to the side and revealed Eilis. The simple modified robe suited her perfectly. A great contrast against her fair skin. Even the tattoos seemed to match the mystical theme.

Arn smiled down at her as he moved closer. He did not know what to say but thankfully he was saved by the blowing of the Auriel’s horn as it approached dock. Still smiling and using his knowledge of ships, the mage led the girl through the ship. People would move out of their way as the pair seemed to hold their own mystique.

Eventually they made their way to the top deck as the ship docked. The pier connected the ship to the boardwalk via different brows. The bottom brow was reserved for cargo and the refugees. A small army of government officials were already waiting for them in a hastily set up check point.

The middle brow was being utilized by the troops and medical personnel who were transferring to another ship to go help the Homeguard or the badly wounded to an actual hospital. Arn caught sight of what seemed to be a small contingent of mages. He wondered if it was the Shootings Stars heading off to regroup with the Second Mage Battalion.

A longing look crossed Arn’s face but he was tapped in the shoulder by Eilis letting him know Tyrhallan wanted them to follow him across the top brow that seemed to be reserved for high ranking officers and them. The lowly mage felt a bit uneasy under such treatment.

Eventually, they would make their way to the outside of the terminal and to an awaiting carriage. Though the master mage knew that Tyrhallan was a noble, he was slowly starting to appreciate what that meant.

The carriage was among one of the finest he had seen and he had attended a conference at the Academy once which had hosted a ball with important people.

The ride was comfortable. So much so that Eilis rested her head on his shoulders and fell asleep. A soft click and a clearing of a throat brought Arn awake. He embarrassedly apologized to Tyrhallan who still had that stupid smile.

Apparently they had arrived to what at first the Master Mage could guess was a small castle but which the silver haired noble simple mentioned was a “town house”. His eyes were as wide as Eilis as he took in the surroundings being led by a foot man, Dannesh. They passed a lavish hallway and entered a chamber where enough people to form an assault squad waited. At the head of the columns of male and female staff the lords of the place were hard to miss.

“Tyr, welcome home darling.”

The lady of the house, looking like a queen in her own right, approached Tyrhallan. The familiarity and love she had for the Knight Captain was palpable and Arn felt a slight pang of sadness at remembering his own mother. The Lord looked like he was breed for the title. He stood there in a manner that would put the mages standing at attention to shame.

“Eilis, Arn, these are my parents. Lady Leandra Hendreshy Venray and Lord Pharlan Auregin Venray."

The mage took a bow in the ceremonial fashion taught to all mages. He placed his hands together, palms up, elbows bet about 30 degrees, tucked to the sides and he bowed at the waist with his chin resting on his chest. “Master Mage Arn formerly of the Shooting Stars and now retainer of Knight Captain Venray at your service and disposal my Lady and Lord Venray”

Introductions and formalities completed, Arn obediently looked to his new master for guidance. He saw poor Eilis being taken away by Lady Venray and a host of maids. The girl shot a few confused and slightly concerned looks their way. The mage could only smile his encouragement and hope the still poor girl still affected by Dark Sight could see it.

He turned to Tyrhalland and asked half jokingly half not. “She will be ok, wont she?”
how lavish are we talking? Also, do you happen to have some visual references of the surroundings and the parents? Finally, is it ok for me to dress Eilis and describe our arrival?
Arn couldn’t do more than grunt at the young healer’s request. The strength of the creature was frightening out of place for the small frame. This only meant that it had survived through strength and will. The creature had something that Arn had not really experienced in a long time, the need to survive.

It it’s eyes, the man wolf was in mortal danger. It was wounded and suddenly accosted by two people. One of which, the one that was probably the most threatening, now held it. Arn wished that they could have approached the problem differently but the mixture of human and animal was making it difficult to approach the issue in a simple matter.

The big man was not sure how intelligent the creature was so he tried his best to talk between gritted teeth. “Be calm….grunt….we mean…grunt you …grunt no harm.” Of course, he felt hypocritical saying those words as his hands worked to find themselves around his neck and try to make the creature pass out.

Arn directed his attention to the healer. “Whatever you are going to do….grunt do it quick…” His muscles strained as he tried desperately to keep the wolf man from moving and trying to force the mouth open while trying to avoid getting bitten.
@Cyrania sorry to hear that. I was looking forward to more interactions with you. Like @LadyRunic said, anything I can do?
I dont know how big of a group you want to make so I would like to bookmark this and ask you to pencil me in.

that being said, do you have any aversion to a Half elf? Some very small latent magic in his blood? Perhaps the un knowing holder of a relic passed down generations of humans from the elven ancestor and they forgot that the simple heirloom was actually a relic?

The understanding that the Knight Captain relayed and the fact that he was not pushing to know who the lady was and why Arn had pledge his life to her so quickly brought a sense of relief to the mage. In truth, he had worried that the other man would investigate the obvious mystery and sudden connection.

Arn had even gone as far as to plan out a way to retire from the service to alleviate any responsibilities to the Belesian King and representatives if it came to that. This new path, though more convenient and definitely with its benefits, still gave the master mage an uneasy feeling.

This was a path that had been thrust upon him and not knowing all the variables or players made the always prepared, always analytical man a bit nervous. However, he also knew that in this setup, Eilis would be better provided for and out of reach of people like Evander.

However, being amongst elites also came with its own set of scrutiny as nobles tended to have little else to do that gossip and speculate. Still, the arrangement was better than Arn could have hoped for so he was grateful. A feeling he was quick to express to the silver haired lord with a bow. “You have my thanks for understanding and willingness to take Lady Eilis in.”

"Will Arn live there as well?"

Her question made a warm feeling spread through his face. Was it because he was glad she had asked for him? Or was it because he caught the slight knowing smile of the Venray lord. The man seemed to have a knack for deciphering people and their inner most secrets or at the very least able to put pieces together and Arn did not like the look the other man shot in his direction. As if to drive the point home the other man diverted the question to the master mage.

"If Lord Arn chooses to do so then I am sure we can accommodate him."

The battle mage felt both of them staring at him waiting for him to answer. He had never had stage fright. He had always been sure of himself especially in maters of magic or military protocol. But this was nothing he was used to. If he answer yes, would Tyrhallan satisfy some inner bet? If he answered no, would Eilis feel he had betrayed her? Was it appropriate to live together even if it was as wards of a noble? Was the Knight Captain merely setting the stage for his mother’s enjoyment.

"So what say you Arn? Shall I have to inform Mother that we'll be having guests for dinner?"

The question brought Arn out of his dizzying thoughts. He looked at the smug lord. The mage’s eyes narrowed but when he caught sight of Eilis’s look he softened. She had such a look of eager longing and pleading that the stone hard mage could not help but agree.

He sighed and once again bowed his head. “I again, thank you for your benevolence and I would like to also make sure it is know that I swear my allegiance to you. I will serve under your banner and under your house. For you see, my enlistment expired long ago. The only reason I was allowed to stay in the Shooting Stars was an open ended contract that allowed me to remain in the outfit as a private but that allowed me to depart when released or upon my choosing. If you truly requested my transfer then that clause has been fulfilled.”

With a slight turn towards Eilis he answered with a slight defeated smile from someone who can not help but give in to a request. “That mean I will be able to accompany you” He placed a hand upon her head almost like a pat. He stiffened a little remembering Tyrhallan was there but decided that sooner or later the knight would see the close connection between them.

"We'd best say you are betrothed, that way we still have a little wiggle room should my mother decide to do some detective work of her own."

The comment made Arn’s head snap so fast towards Tyrhallan’s direction that he winced at the pain the still tender skin that Eilis had helped him heal strained under the movement. The mage’s eyes widened as he turned back to Eilis expecting her to be repelled by the proposal

Betrothed?

Despite their sudden closeness and the fact that Eilis wanted him close, the mage was sure that such an arrangement would be unappealing to the lass. Yet, despite his misgivings, he did not want to behave repulsed by the idea. Logically, the idea was sound. The title would most definitely prevent any unwanted attention from single nobles or any wild ideas which could inhabit the bored mind of an influential and rich lady.

In an almost shaky tone Arn managed to compose himself enough to say. “I would not dare make this decision alone.” He turned to Eilis. “Do you have any reservations to the proposed plan….Eilis?
This is starting to sound like a sort of shoot gun wedding.... lol.

Ok cool, yes I think that this whole story arc will be quite interesting with the two mages and their relationship and the backdrop of the war that threatens to end any future they may have. I am good with following your lead and adding some things as we go. One thing I definitely think we should change is the weaponry. I think that the rounds should be bullets as lasers or other such things would be too much for Arn or Tyrhallan to fight against.

I am guessing we can still utilize our already mentioned Characters like Tobi and the tech you had made up for the probable fight in the capital.

Looking forward to playing this out.

Last thing, is there any advice or things you would like to see in my responses? I tend to RP internally a lot but I am not sure if you prefer more dialogue?
ok so to be clear, we are playing out Eili's story arc. How much of the background war do we want to participate in or will be solely focused on her hunt? Also, I am kinda bad at world building. So how much freedom do I have in that? I mean, I am sure you have an idea in mind of settings and characters. I would not want to be inharmonious to that.

However, I am totally on board with world building and discussion just like we did before.
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