SpicyMeatball

Realms of Sun & Shadow

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_{Interacting with: @Dark Light @The Muse @Fetzen @Dezuel @Echotech71}

Katherine’s eyes flicked to Daphne as she rattled of a volley of questions, her mind barely able to keep up with them all. She watched the squire’s lips move but only muffled words reached her ears. Everything seemed to slow. Faint ringing filled her mind, growing louder and louder before it turned into the sound of Sir Abel’s scream. It repeated itself over and over in her mind, soon joined by the sound of ripping flesh.

“—hope Lady Persephone is safe, we might have need of her skills.”

Words from the squire faded back in as the ringing in her ears faded. Katherine’s eyes darted around to the other members of the group before her. Brief relief set in as she noted that no one had picked up on any of her... odd behaviours, until her eyes fell on an unfamiliar face. Golden blonde hair and inquisitive eyes that could only come from someone who was charged with protecting the rest. Captain of the guard maybe? A commander?

No matter. It was an unfamiliar face that was taking far too much interest in her. The universe really did have a sick sense of humour today.

It quickly struck Katherine that there had now been several moments of absolute silence and all eyes were on her.

“L-lady Persephone is safe, I assure you. She lays in the T-temple of Seluna, protected by a s-simple but powerful warding rune.” She turned her attention to the prince. “N-no, I was not attacked.” No sense in embellishing anymore.

A moment of silence once more as Daphne spoke a few words of respect.

But naturally it was not to last as Ayel’s voice rang out across the crowd. Katherine’s gaze shot towards him and glared imaginary daggers into his thick, pretentious skull. She knew her small frame and soft brown eyes were not intimidating in the least, but her grip on her emotions was beginning to slip. Exhaustion was taking over and with it, came a lack of control. It didn’t help that the Marquess was almost correct in his accusations either. He was getting dangerously close to the truth and it was not helping the state of her mind in the least.

Her glare only intensified as he bestowed the title of witch on her, and she felt something in her mind snap. Closing her eyes, Katherine let out a shaky breath through pursed lips. She couldn’t break down. Not yet.

Then, a commanding voice broke through Ayel’s words. The blonde-haired man. Curiosity overtook her for a singular moment and her brown eyes locked with Flynn’s green. Her blood ran cold and spots flew across her vision once more. The look she found waiting for her told her everything. He knew she was hiding something. While it may not be addressed immediately, Katherine had no doubt that she would be brought in for questioning when things finally settled down and the Princess was found. With the way he spoke, and the way Ayel obeyed without hesitation, this had to be the Prince.

It was then that a younger man spoke out. Katherine watched as an Aurelian sage approached the body and began scribbling notes. Her eyes lingered on him, now fixated on his every move as he examined the body. She hoped that no traces of her magic were left among the remains, but there was also a tinge of protectiveness about her mind now. Katherine would not allow this man—this Aurelian—to defile the body in an attempt to gather information. Eyewitness account would have to be enough for them. This was further reinforced as the sage spoke again, this time of moving the body to their Alchemic Chambers. She felt the rage bubbling inside of her, threatening to erupt.

“Abs-solutely n-not! T-this m-man—” Her quiet voice trembled even more and threatened to break, though stopped as the prince took command once more.

“I cannot allow you to take the body, it is a violation against sacred Lunarian tradition.”

You’re damned-right it’s a violation.

Her attention faltered once more, a wave of nausea threatening to bring her to the ground. Fuck. Even raising her voice was too much right now. This is problematic.

Katherine stood in silence as Flynn gave out orders to the group. This was good. It would give her time to compose herself and rest, as well as time to figure out a way out of this absolute clusterfuck of a situation she’d gotten herself into. The one thing that she had going for her was that she’d not spoken a lie. Nothing in her words was untrue, there was just a significant portion of the truth that she’d... conveniently left out. It would be something that she’d pay for down the line, without a doubt. For now however, it was the single thread of hope she held onto.

As the prince’s party began to set off, Katherine looked between Nathaniel and Daphne silently. She couldn’t hold herself together for much longer without rest. She wasn’t even totally confident that walking back to the temple was in the books for her, but she had to try. At the worst, she currently had Daphne’s limited trust due to the sigil that was given to her—a gift that Katherine would have to repay Adonis for. The sigil, along with Daphne’s statement, was likely the only reason that she wasn’t in chains right now.

Once the departing group was out of earshot, Katherine attempted to approach the body once more. She clenched her fists and stumbled as the nausea struck again with a vengeance, before succumbing to gravity and dropping to her knees. A moment later and she fell sideways from her knees onto her side. The world spun around her and her stomach threatened to let loose the little food and drink she’d had today. She slumped her head into the snow. She stared motionlessly into the faceless head that was once again before her.

Apart from the icy pool earlier, this was the first time in a long while that Katherine felt properly cold. She had nothing left.

You’re going to get me killed. What use am I to you dead?

Silence.

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_{Interacting with: @Dark Light @The Muse @Fetzen @Dezuel @Echotech71}

A sigil and a dagger from Lord Coswain, surely that would be convincing enough.

Some words of reassurance from the guard, words that were confident but did little to calm the nerves that were beginning to build inside.

And then silence.

Nothing but the cold winter wind and the gentle creaking of the trees as they swayed within it.

Suddenly Katherine felt very alone. Exposed. If the murderer wanted to strike again, he could do it from any angle and there would be no way to see it coming. Her eyes flicked around her surroundings as Aliseth finally disappeared from her sight. There was nothing, not even a stray raven or curious rabbit.

I hope you didn’t think I was truly gone, Inquisitor. You know what you have to do.

The words echoed in her head and sent a chill down her spine.

Fuck you.

Katherine choked on her breath as the invisible collar around her neck tightened viciously. She clawed at her neck as her throat tightened completely. The silence was almost deafening, now that not even her breathing interrupted it.

Ah ah ah. That’s not the proper way to address your superior, Sorrowind.

The collar loosened and Katherine gasped in the icy cold air, quenching the fiery pain raging in her lungs.

Consider it your first official order of this assignment. Interrogate the dead man. You must ensure the safety of our beloved Princess.

The last words echoed mockingly in her head as the sensation of her collar disappeared.

Alone once more.

Fine.

With a quick twirl, Katherine removed her fur cloak and laid it on the ground, kneeling down onto it before the faceless and body-less head. Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing damn-well what she was about to attempt just might get her arrested for real. It would certainly be one way to make one hell of a first impression. She stifled a nervous laugh, shaking her head.

The priestess bowed her head at the moon in the sky and put her hands together palm-to-palm. A very traditional position for prayer that she had not assumed in a very long time. Her hope was to provide every reason for her goddess to show mercy in the judgement Katherine knew was coming. Whether or not it would work was a completely different question.

Seluna, forgive me for what I am about to do. Know that I do this for the protection of others and not for my own gain. Know that once again, I do this against my will and against my better judgement.

Katherine’s deep brown eyes flicked open and she placed her hands firmly into the snow before her. With a single thought, a sickly green mist began to escape from beneath her palms. It was slow at first, barely visible in the moonlight. Her entire body screamed at her in protest of what she was attempting. Almost immediately, her muscles began to ache and her heart threatened to launch itself from her chest.

The green mist quickly became more prominent, forming into many thin columns that approached the faceless head before her and entering it from any and every orifice it could find.

She lifted her head and groaned as the pain progressively worsened, from aches to needles.

Why is this so much harder than before…

Willing herself to do better, the priestess closed her eyes and steeled her mind once more.

Come on… let me in… LET ME IN.

Katherine gritted her teeth, the combination of pain and the knowledge that she was still on a leash bringing out a newfound rage from inside. With a deep, shaky breath, she used this rage to fuel her magic just shy of her breaking point.

And in a moment, everything gave way. The vile green mist flooded the remains of the main—both body and head—causing it to subtly convulse.

Flashes of memories whipped before her eyes. Split-second images of what was presumably the moments leading up to this man’s death, barely visible and barely recognizable. Emotions ripped through her like a knife; Suspicion, then fear, then absolute terror. Then, a final image of an almost-unhinged jaw before pain shot through her head.

Katherine’s hands rushed up to clutch her head, falling to the side and writhing in pain. Her breath repeatedly caught in her throat, her mind barely able to focus enough to keep breathing while she relived the most powerful sensation of Sir Abel’s final moments.

M-my lady of s-silver have mercy… … … make it stop. Make the pain… stop.

The sickening sound of tearing flesh and a blood curdling scream overwhelmed every other sensation she’d felt up till this moment. No longer was it the silence that was deafening.

Laying in agony, Katherine reached a desperate hand out towards the faceless head.

With a single touch, the green mist of her necromancy tore itself from her subject and rushed back to her.

And then there was silence once more.

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A few moments later, Katherine found her vision filled with a view of the night sky. Clouds floated by overhead and the snow gently fell, flakes melting against the exposed skin of her face. She could feel the cold ground underneath and slowly deduced that she was laying on her back. Her heart still pounded in her chest, her breaths still shaky, but the pain was gone. The screaming, the gut-wrenching tearing of flesh, gone. The silence of the forest had returned.

With trembling limbs, Katherine slowly maneuvered herself upwards. First, to all fours, where she stayed as her head spun and spots flew across her vision. It was also here that she noticed the sensation of fresh blood running from her nose, quickly changing from warm to cold in the winter air. Then, when the priestess finally felt relatively stable, she pushed herself to her feet and wrapped herself in the fur cloak.

Voices in the distance caught her attention. She was able to pick out at least a few distinct different people before she noticed the glow of torchlight coming down the path.

Fuck.

The priestess turned her back to the nearing group before raising a hand out towards the murder scene. Her entire body shook as she focused on a silent blessing, just enough to be visible to those approaching. The silvery symbol of Seluna gently appeared, hovering low above Sir Abel’s body just as she heard Flynn’s voice call out behind her.

Her heart raced once more and spots flew across her vision, panic filling her mind.

“L-lord Coswain and I… heard a scream. We got here and t-there was only a s-single guard that remained here.” Katherine tried her best to hide her shaky voice, a difficult task considering her entire body was trembling. Whether from cold, or from exhaustion, she had no idea.

“The lord and guard went off t-that way, I remained here to k-keep the scene untouched.” She pointed towards where the pair’s footsteps trailed off into the snow. “T-they went looking for… the princess, I b-believe.”

There was no lie that she could weave in the moment to explain her current state. She hoped it would either be overlooked, or just due to the cold. She was Lunarian, so the latter was a pretty slim hope to hold. Barring either of those, she was at the mercy of whatever wicked sense of humor the universe had. The darkness would only be on her side for as long as the newfound company stayed at a distance. In the torchlight, her now-pallid skin and generally unwell-looking appearance would be easy to spot. And that was assuming no one bothered to comment on the very evident crimson stain on her upper lip.

Looking across the group, she noted Ayel’s face, which only served to worsen her already shaky nerves.

I need to sell this more or he’ll have my head.

“T-this man here…he w-was gruesomely murdered. I’ve been trying to g-give him a proper blessing while I w-waited for the guards. I didn’t want to move the b-body for final rites until they were able to see it.”

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_{Interacting with: Lord Coswain @PrinceAlexus and Aliseth @Dark Light}

Katherine let out a sigh as Ayel ran off back towards town, undoubtedly with the goal of stirring up as much drama as possible. There was no telling what kind of story he would weave to the guards and Prince.

She considered both Lord Coswain’s orders as well as Aliseth’s input. The latter statement made a good point; The scene should remain secure, especially with the likes of Ayel and the accusations that would follow. She also knew that the priority was clearly finding the Lunarian princess and that the royal guard was dedicated to protecting her and Flynn. That left just herself and the very much out-of-commission Persephone a short distance away to protect the scene.

Katherine took a deep breath and gave herself a self-assuring nod. Well this is clearly becoming my responsibility to handle.

The priestess looked between Aliseth and Adonis before speaking in a hushed tone once she was sure Ayel was out of earshot.

“I will remain here and protect this scene until that noble inevitably returns with guards. I don’t think moving the body is wise quite yet, not until more eyes are laid on it. Though I have faith that it will all be sorted in the end, the guard will undoubtedly be suspicious of us given how the Marquess reacted.”

Besides, it wouldn’t be first time I’ve been imprisoned for something I didn’t do. She sighed quietly at the thought. That, and I might be able to get some insight as to what happened here if these two are gone.

“I trust that you both will have my back if the guards decide to arrest me, even if temporary? The Marquess will surely insist on it, given the accusations he threw at us.”

Katherine’s gaze returned to the gory display before them. Her mind pondered on how to best protect such a scene from disturbance and prying eyes. There was no structure to block lines of sight, nor doors to seal off with magical wards. Two ideas came to mind, the first of which was very much a risky and reactive approach. It would involve using psychic magic to influence any who came near and very much depended on how well they were trained to resist such tactics. The second would involve conjuring a shield of pure shadow so that none could see what lay inside.

It would definitely still attract attention, but it would be the safest bet until support arrived.

“I’m capable of holding my own in a fight before either of you get concerned about that.” She tapped the short-sword on her hip that had been hidden beneath her cloak up until now.

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_{Interacting with: Lord Coswain @PrinceAlexus, Aliseth @Dark Light, and Marquess Raunefeldt @Dezuel}

This fucking guy...

Katherine groaned internally as the Marquess monologued for what felt like an eternity. Clearly he was an Aurelian, as he threw accusations of participating in a sacrificial ritual, and as he compared the group to apes and rats. Though generally known for her patience, Katherine found that this particular nobleman was wearing it particularly thin.

The cold wind bit at her cheeks as she rose in place and looked to Aliseth as he spoke, shaking her head in response before speaking to him quietly.

“Little bothers a person when they’ve endured the torment I have.”

Memories of kneeling above her mother’s corpse flickered into her mind, a sickly green glow radiating from her own hands as she was forced to perform a ritual of resurrection. The pain, the anguish and the exhaustion all flooded her mind for a moment, then vanished as quickly as it had come. Katherine looked down at the corpse once more before balling her fists and extinguishing the shadow magic she had been holding in wait.

Turning to Ayel, the priestess stared him down with her admittedly non-threatening brown eyes.

“Listen to Lord Coswain, Marquess.” She spat Ayel’s title as if it was poison.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and fetch more of the guards, Aurelian. Surely you know that this wasn’t us.” She motioned between herself and Adonis, still unsure what to make of Aliseth. “And lower your hand, we don’t want to have to make a mess of things now would we?” Her face held a smile as she spoke but her tone was all but happy.

It might have even came across as vaguely threatening.

My Lady, please recognize the restraint I am demonstrating with this Marquess. My patience wears thin with the intolerant and snooty noble, but I will continue to hold myself back as long as he poses no threat. If he does, lend me your fury to put this Aurelian in his place.

Katherine’s attention turned away from Ayel and back to the gore before them, and she began walking the scene with inquisitive eyes. She examined the faceless head, using her shadow magic to turn it side to side in place of her hands. These look like claw marks or... teeth. Katherine tilted her head, looking to the body. The head was taken off cleanly, not like the face. This was done with a blade. She looked up to Aliseth, then to Adonis, holding his gaze for a moment. It was difficult to tell in the dark, but in her eyes you could see concern.

It’s a shame there are so many others here. I could find the murderer with a few simple questions to the corpse, but there would be no hearing the end of it from the local guards and... the Marquess. No. I can’t yet call on the dead for information. Perhaps once the rest of the guards arrive and document what information they need, I can convince them to let me take the body for this man’s final rites.

“My lord, from what I have seen, this man’s head was taken with a blade. In contrast, his face seems to have been torn off by claws or teeth. Like an animal, almost.” Her voice was confident with a hint of worry. Katherine stepped closer to Adonis, her eyes wearily glancing to Ayel. She stopped right next to Adonis and whispered in hushed tones.

“I know not who did this, and I do not try to command you. But I think it would be wise to bring this... mystery man—the one in guard’s armor—into custody until we know more. That man’s head was taken with a sword, I have no doubt.”

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_{Interacting with: Lord Coswain and Persephone @PrinceAlexus, Aliseth @Dark Light}

Anyone... welcome...
Keep troublemakers at bay... obviously.
Sya... right, the innkeep. Get in touch for food provisions.

Katherine scribbled down notes with a hastily prepared quill and ink-pot as the Lord and Lady spoke, speaking to herself in barely a whisper. She wanted everything to go perfectly for the two of them. Twenty years of dedication to each-other deserved no less than her best effort. The first wedding she’d performed in the last few years, and likely the first to be performed in Dawnhaven; It was not something to be taken lightly.

Her attention only faltered for a moment as Persephone excused herself from the conversation, Katherine’s eyes followed the woman with a look of concern before returning to Adonis.

“No disrespect taken, my Lord. If there’s anything I can do to help please let me know.” She offered a slight smile, worry still visible on her face. “I will do my best to make sure that the day is as perfect as I can provide, rest assured. I will get into contact with the Prince about the guards, but you can also be certain that I will ensure the safety of the event. Personally, if need be.”

Katherine spoke with the confidence that only came from experience.

“I will see what I can come up with to accommodate those colours in the ceremony.”

Moments later, Katherine found her attention ripped from present company to scream, it’s origin shockingly close by. Her eyes flicked to the Lord as he spoke, nodding in agreement. “I’m no healer. I will secure her here and provide the best blessing I can, but if there’s something out there, you need me more than she does.”

With a grunt, the priestess carried Persephone across the temple and back into her own chambers. Katherine gently placed the barely-conscious woman onto the bed before kneeling at her side and whispering a prayer.

“Moonmaiden, my Lady. I pray for your protection. Let no evil befall this woman while she rests, let no weapon be raised against her, let no one with malevolent heart draw near.”

Katherine raised hand and gently hovered it over Persephone’s torso, a gentle silver glow radiating from her palm.

“Now guide my hand against those who would seek to harm us.”

Katherine stood from the bedside and walked from the temple. With another whisper, shadows enveloped the temple doors from her raised hand and etched in an inky black rune across them. “Let no one cross but your chosen, and the lover of the woman inside.” A simple rune, but one that few assailants would be able to break.

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Following in the snowy footprints, Katherine made her way over to where Adonis had stopped. She paced up beside him, shadowy tendrils barely visible from the tips of her fingers. Her eyes first landed on Aliseth, then to the gory scene between them. Without a modicum of caution, Katherine walked forward to the body and momentarily disregarded the guard’s presence. She knelt down into the snow and peered across the remains with curious eyes. A head separated from its body, and a face separated from its head. Only, there was no face to be found.

Curious indeed. She mused to herself. I wonder how hard it would be to bring back a headless body to life... ... ... if it’s even possible.

Placing a hand over the body, being mindful not to touch it, Katherine whispered a prayer once more.

“My lady, I pray for the man before me who’s life was cruelly taken from him. Bless this soul with your silver light and guide him to the life-after.”

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_{Interacting with: Lord Coswain and Persephone @PrinceAlexus}

Katherine couldn’t help but smile listening to the couple’s story, her eyes flicking between the two of them as they spoke. It had been a while since she’d seen true love. Not married together for political reasons or power, but for actual love.

A slight tightness rose in her chest for but a moment, but long enough for her to recognize it; envy. Not out of malice or ill-intent, but envy nonetheless. Katherine had spent most of her life so far away from any sort of relationship and only in recent years had enjoyed some more carnal desires. It was fun, sure. But there was an emptiness to it after her partner was gone the following day. A longing for more than something casual. A longing to wake up to someone every morning that she could give her unconditional love and trust.

She returned her attention to the conversation once more, the warm smile never having left her face. “It seems like you two have been through a lot together. It’s truly admirable to witness such love and devotion to one-another, our Lady of Silver would be proud.”

Katherine stood from her chair and paced over to one of the open crates in her quarters. She gently moved a few things aside and placed them on her bed before letting out a content hum. The priestess retrieved a surprisingly humble, leather-bound book branded with a crescent moon on its front. There was no title upon its cover nor any indication of its author. Returning to her seat, Katherine flicked through the pages while remaining present for the bride-and-groom-to-be before her.

“I will be the first to admit that I have not performed many wedding ceremonies in my admittedly brief time as a priestess, but I will do my best to ensure that everything under my control is executed to the best of my abilities.”

Her heart fluttered nervously at the admission. She hoped that the Lord and Lady wouldn’t mind her inexperience in such matters.

“I also understand if you wish for me to send for a more experienced clergy-member to perform your wedding rites. However, if you will have me, it would be my greatest honour to arrange such an important day."

Katherine briefly returned her attention to the book in her hands. Her eyes scanned over the words before her, in her own hand-writing. Notes of Lunarian wedding customs and several different prayers to Seluna filled the pages in an organized manner, a manner fitting of a student in study. The notebook had been her entire world during her studies at Moonrise Sanctuary. These notes would be instrumental for this wedding; It had easily been a year since she’d participated in a wedding ceremony, and longer since she’d been the one to organize one.

“As we are reminded daily, our Lady’s light and blessing is not limited to the temple. Is this wedding something you want all to witness, or would you both prefer a more private ceremony? As well, I can see if the tavern would be willing to prepare food and drink for after the wedding.”

“Please do not feel pressured to make these decisions right now. You can let me know of your desires at anytime, the temple is always open to you.”

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_{Interacting with: Lord Coswain and Persephone @PrinceAlexus}

There was nothing quite like the silence of being beneath the waves. Especially in the icy waters of Selunite temples, it offered almost total isolation from the outside world and at the same time, invigoration that could only be had through sub-zero temperatures. No other place on the continent made Katherine feel so alive.

Many years of training under the clergy of Seluna in the capital had allowed the priestess to fall into a near meditative state within seconds. This was where she came to contemplate important decisions, to commune with her goddess, and most importantly, isolate herself from whatever blood magic kept her tied to the Inquisition. Whether it was the frigid waters or the protection of her goddess, something kept her protected from the voice inside her head and the invisible collar around her neck.

"Y o u r s e r v i c e s a r e n e e d e d"

A gentle smile spread across Katherine’s lips. It had been many moons since she’d heard anything from Seluna herself. It was a mere whisper, but it was enough.

She was still worthy, despite her faults.

With a practised thought, she produced a small tendril of pure shadow that raised from the water and picked up her thick, fur coat. It held it suspended between the priestess and the two new arrivals that had just entered, blocking their view momentarily. Katherine had very quickly become aware that wet, white fabric left very little to the imagination. As she stepped out of the pool, she slipped into the long jacket and wrapped it around herself before turning her attention to the newcomers.

“W-welcome to the t-temple of S-s-seluna.” Katherine smiled, her words shaky as she trembled beneath the fur. “Apologies f-for m-my lack of… p-p-preparation… I didn’t expect v-visitors s-so soon.” She buttoned up her jacket tightly before wringing out her long blond hair, now undone from it’s usual braid.

“A marriage c-ceremony? Of c-c-course! C-come with me to my chambers… I n-need to warm myself.” She paced around the pool of icy water, the open door of her bedroom letting out the dim light of a roaring fire.

“Please just wait here a moment while I compose myself.” She let out a nervous laugh before disappearing into her room and closing the door gently. Within a few minutes, the priestess dried herself off and changed into her usual casual-but-still-definitely-a-priestess attire. Just as quickly as she’d left, Katherine re-appeared at the door and greeted the couple with a warm smile once more. Her shivering was less pronounced than before but still ever-present.

“Please come join me by the fire.” She said softly before gesturing towards the chairs behind her.

Katherine took the seat closest to the fire promptly; it was a selfish decision but surely her current guests would understand. She then waited for the couple to take their seats before looking between them. “Lord Coswain and Persephone, welcome to the humble temple of Seluna. I’m honoured to have guests this quickly, and looking for a marriage nonetheless.” She smiled, her voice still slightly but much more controlled with presence of the fire next to her.

“I would be happy to arrange such a ceremony. What can I, and our Lady, do for you?”

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_{Interacting with: Anyone in the Eye of the Beholder}

The small Aurelian village’s tavern was especially lively this evening. A group of recruits from the local guard-force had just finished their probation and had come for a small celebration. It had quickly turned into a full-fledged party and most of the village had crammed themselves into the relatively small building.

Aldrick wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved these nights more than anything else in the world. Nights where no one questioned his appearance, where alcohol flowed like water and where he could play his heart out without a second thought. It certainly helped that he hadn’t properly fed in weeks and a crowd like this would sustain him for the foreseeable future. His violin sang as if it had a mind of it’s own and the crowd danced like it was the end of the world. Pure merriment and joy.

As the night began to slow, Aldrick put down the fiddle and retrieved his lute. His songs became slower as the crowds grew smaller, still filled with his usual hope and joy. Occasionally the barkeep would bring him a drink, no doubt bought by one of the patrons as a tip.

Aldrick did not accept gold for his performances.

The crowd’s emotion was more than enough for the Blight-Born.

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Unlike the presumed nobles that had travelled this route before him, Aldrick did not have the benefit of a horse drawn carriage for the days-long trek from Aurelia to Dawnhaven. Footstep after aching footstep, the musician carried himself through the forests and hills before him and camped the nights with nothing more than a bedroll and something that could barely be called a tent. Truthfully he wasn’t even sure that he was going to finish the journey alive given that the snowstorm seemed to worsen each day he awoke.

It was only the promise of a campfire in the evenings joined by the absolute serenity of silence that the calms of the storm afforded him. The snow dampened any echoes and made the outdoor acoustics absolutely incredible.

The hours on the road were also spent either singing to himself or playing a soft violin tune when the weather permitted. It was one of the few ways he could keep himself sane for the otherwise very lonely and quiet trip. The storm had clearly dissuaded any scheming bandits from their usual antics, which was partially a shame because the bard was very much out of practice with his sword.

As Dawnhaven finally came into view, the bard let out a foggy sigh of relief. At last, my destination.

A few moments later, he was safe within the village. A realization came to him however, that he had no idea where he’d been resting his head each night. I suppose that the worst case scenario is that I spend a few nights in my bedroll… he pondered. It also wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on the tavern floor. A smirk came to his face, brief memories of many nights of celebration and revelry entering his mind.

There’s also the possibility of exchanging performances for room and board…

Either way, a solution is always in sight.

The bard continue to make his way through town, drawing a few wary looks occasionally from the common rabble but nothing he hadn’t seen many times before. Not nearly as frequently, he would notice a more inquisitive look as if someone was trying to recognize him. It had been a few good years since his...murder? His death, demise, accident? Whatever the title, though some people knew that the famous-made-infamous Aldrick Corveaux was alive and well, he suspected that most people inside of the Capitols were clueless that anything had happened to him. To most, it would have likely seemed as if he was yet another name that had come and gone, that he had risen to fame and fallen from it just as quickly.

Not that it mattered anymore.

This is a new start. A chance to fix my mistakes and a chance to bring smiles to people’s faces once more. I will not dwell on the past.

A smile spread across his face as a crowd came into view. So this is why the streets are so empty. As he observed silently from a distance, it crossed his mind that one of the guards had mentioned something about a feast. This must have been exactly that.

And what better time for song and dance than a feast?

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Aldrick stepped inside the tavern right behind an all too-familiar looking head of dark hair, his eye’s lingering on the back of Nyla’s head for just a moment before shaking the feeling away. There was no way that was actually her. It had been too long.

Pushing the thought completely from his mind, the bard slipped through the crowd and into one of the few remaining empty spaces in the tavern. As he found the spot he would call his stage, Aldrick slid a chair over from the nearest table—receiving a dirty look from it’s occupants—before unslinging his lute from it’s place upon his back. He then let his pack slide from his shoulder before retrieving his violin from within. Finally, he also retrieved a small drum with a makeshift foot-pedal which he strategically placed on the floor.

With a deep breath, Aldrick raised his violin up and tucked it beneath his chin as he’d done a thousand times before. This is it. This is how I make an unforgettable first impression. And with that thought floating in his mind, he raised his bow to the strings and placed his foot on the kick-drum’s pedal. Deep breath, eyes closed. You’ve done this more times than you can count.

Something light-hearted, lets remind them what the Corveaux name stands for.

Let’s make this a real party.

The sound of a violin and a subtly-strong kick drum would fill the tavern over the voices of it’s occupants as Aldrick lost himself in the music. His hand guided the bow across the instruments fine strings with a masterful level of precision, only faltering for a heartbeat as the bard blew a lock of hair from his face. His passion slowly built as he progressed through the song, building slowly and steadily in volume.

And as he hit the apex [3-minute mark in the song], his eyes shot open with a stunning yellow glow to them as he gazed across the faces before him. Any observers may have sworn that they could see a burst of faint fire around him. A warm, hearty smile grew across his face as he swayed into the music. By the goddesses did this feel good.

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_{Interacting with: Gadez @Dezuel and Dyna @Queen Arya}

The Eye of the Beholder was quickly turning into a very eventful place to be.

Katherine’s lips spread into a wicked little grin before she gently bit her own lower lip, her eyes dancing up and down Gadez for a few moments. A shiver ran up her spine as he took her hand in his before she looked down at her feet in attempt to hide the developing redness in her cheeks. My stay in Dawnhaven may be more entertaining than I initially thought.

Katherine opened her mouth to respond to Gadez’s well-wishes and stole once last glance at Gadez as he began to turn his attention elsewhere.

“I hope so as well, Gadez the gardener.”

Her attention then turned to the two Aurelian ladies standing nearby once more. She watched the Champion with un-trusting eyes before nodding in reply. “Seluna is the only reason I still live and breathe.” Katherine started, her mind still thinking on Dyna’s theory of mutual benefit. “I do believe that despite our goddess’ hatred of each other, that mere mortals such as ourselves can work together and serve the people alongside one-another. Sure we may not agree on all fronts, but in the end I would think that we want mostly the same things for the people of this town.”

“We need not let our differences get in t--”

Before she could get the last of her words out however, she turned her head to see a certain researcher headed right towards her on a collision course. The priestess braced herself a moment before the impact and managed to keep herself upright, much to her own benefit and Eris’ downfall.

Katherine’s eyes followed the woman’s tumble, raising a single brow at the event. She watched as the woman seemed to be mentally spiralling more and more as everything seemed to be going more and more wrong. The priestess would have stepped in as well, were it not for the few other patrons who already were. I’m not even sure I’ve been that much of a hot mess on my worst days. Katherine grinned a moment to herself.

Now no longer the center of attention, Katherine’s mind moved elsewhere from the goings-on of the tavern. I should probably go see what my living situation is going to be like.

The priestess waved a casual goodbye to the few within eyesight that would see before stepping outside once more and being abruptly reminded of just how cold it still was. After retrieving her coat from the carriage she arrived in—now empty, it seemed her escort had already unloaded her belongings—Katherine walked over to the Seluna temple where she would be residing.

As it came into view, a smile spread across her lips. It was beautiful. Definitely more humble and quaint than the sanctuary, but beautiful nonetheless.

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The blizzard had clearly prevented most people from visiting the temple as there was still a significant amount of snow in front of the main entrance, but it was nothing that Katherine couldn’t handle. She looked over both shoulders—no one in sight—before raising her hands and closing her eyes. The doors of the temple were enveloped in a thin wall of pure darkness for a moment before Katherine drew her one hand back as if drawing a bow. The shadows responded in turn, moving the snow away from the doors before being tossed aside with the flick of the priestess’ wrist.

Much better.

Katherine picked up the single crate of her belongings that had been left nearby before proceeding inside, being met with a very dim interior. She paced through the darkness with relative ease before making it to what had to be her intended chambers. They were simple enough—a bed barely big enough for two but adorned with warm reindeer fur blankets; a simple desk and chair topped with quills, inkpots and a few rolls of parchment; and a stone fireplace that took up most of the far wall.

Well I know what’s first on my to-do list... Katherine laughed to herself, her breath fogging in front of her.

After retrieving some firewood that had been stacked in a nearby storage room, Katherine had a fire going within a few minutes that lit up the room and already began filling her with warmth. Moments after that, the priestess had gathered a pair of candles that she lit in the fireplace before carefully passing the flame to the remaining candles and lamps in the temple. A gentle glow now filled the main hall and shimmered on the surface of the sacred pool.

Perfect. Only one thing left to do.

The priestess then disrobed down to a simple white gown before turning her back to the icy pool of water and letting herself fall in. Years of training and similar practice were the only thing that prevented her from hyperventilating and kept her breathing almost completely unchanged from normal. The water pierced through any remaining wariness from her travels and stripped all of the aches and pains from her body. With an exhale, she let herself sink deeper into the water while still facing the open dome that let in the dim starlight above.

And with not a single word uttered, no breath taken and no sound made, Katherine began to recite Seluna’s prayer in her mind. From the few times she’d heard a reply, the priestess knew that Seluna would know her every thought and emotion without the need for speech.

My Lady Seluna... ... ... she who guides... ... ... our Lady of Silver... ... ...

Let all on whom your light falls be welcome if they desire to be so.

As the silver moon waxes and wanes, so too does all life.

We trust in your radiance, and know that all love alive under your light shall know your blessing.

Turn to the moon, and it will be your true guide.

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_{Interacting with: Syraeia @PrinceAlexus, Gadez @Dezuel, and the Soleil Sisters @Queen Arya}

”Thank you kindly” she nodded her head to Sya with a warm smile “I will pass on the shine and I believe I should be able to find accommodations at the Seluna temple, but I will happily enjoy a few of your tasty treats.”

Her mind wandered back to the crowd around them. She no longer kept focus on individual conversations among the dull hum of chatter, instead choosing to calm the strings of anxiety playing at her chest. It was a side-effect of her upbringing. Socialization had been secondary to her training, and now she was faced with a sea of unfamiliar people. The rational side of her brain told her that no one here would hurt her.

Katherine’s training told her otherwise, and she became all too aware of the daggers sheathed just below her ribs.

The sound of a deeper voice pierced through her thoughts and came closer with every step. Katherine turned her head towards it’s source and for a moment, her breath caught. Well aren’t you just delicious. Her own soft, brown eyes meeting with the piercing blues of the blonde man approaching them. The corner of her mouth briefly lifted before she bit her tongue.

She remained silent while he bowed before her and the few new faces that had slowly began to join them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Gadez Paladice, gardener” she couldn’t help but smirk as he continued to speak. Her eyes wandered down him for a moment. I won’t mind the wood at all. Katherine extended her gloved hand towards the man “Katherine Sorrowind, Priestess of Seluna. Here to serve the people of Dawnhaven.” She sent him a warm smile.

It was not to last however, as her internal musing was interrupted by yet another blight-born with a tail. Katherine raised a brow as Ranni yelped, tilting her head slightly at the small scene developing before her. Kat’s eyes glanced between the two new ladies standing before them and took in their features one by one. “It seems there’s never a dull moment in this tavern.” she laughed gently, her warm smile ever-present on her face. She could feel the magic of her goddesses opponent practically radiating off of them both, but she suppressed her inner teachings however uncomfortable it was to be in the presence of Aelios’ energy.

We’re here despite our differences, to work together. She repeated in her head.

Trying—insert failing—her best not to show her nerves, Katherine clasped her hands behind her back and squeezed them tightly. She’d never been in the presence of one of Aelios’ chosen let alone two at the same time. Kat would do her best to be friendly and diplomatic, but was ready if they didn’t chose to do the same.

With a shaky breath, she looked between the sisters before settling her gaze on Dyna. “I hope Aelios is treating you well despite the ever-present darkness?”

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