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Heya. Getting back into text based RP after a long binge of DND/Pathfinder as it's more schedule friendly and I happened upon this lovely site.

Down for most roleplays as I'm looking to improve my writing ability and connect with other cool people. Only really draw the line at erp as that's just not my cup of tea.

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In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Interaction: Dyric, Merit
Scene: Tall Trees & Long Shadows
Location: Loriindton - Merit's Home + The Mette'stiroi

Eliis had accustomed herself to her vacation rather quickly. Between the fireside chat with the spider and her accomplices, and the vastly different climate of this strange town, she’d gotten sucked in a vortex. She thought that Eudes would have quite liked this place, aside from the fact that there were seldom Quentists to be found, but those thoughts quickly left her brain and made space for a new friend, Jyluun. Whether the younger girl wanted her around or not, Eliis had taken quite a liking to her and spent much of the trip walking and talking with her. It somewhat felt like the sibling bonding time she never quite got to experience growing up. Still, even if she wasn’t conscious about her work, she still found herself completing her routines and habits of new areas. Finding escapes, tunnels, plants and good vantage points to use. All the while, spending time with a new friend.



“It’s you, right? Eliis?” The hooded figure who had just brushed her was male, young, and a couple of inches shorter. He had a forceful voice, though. He didn’t even wait for her confirmation. “Per our correspondence, Lady Merit has been waiting for you.”

A jolt of surprise filled her as the brush and voice assaulted her senses in unison. She was no stranger to sudden contact, especially in her line of work, but perhaps she had gotten too comfortable in Loriindton. Regardless, she swallowed. She had an idea of who this might be, and the mention of Merit brought her back to the harsh reality of her daily work. It had been nice to forget about it, just for a moment. She stretched and turned towards the cloaked man, and nodded in approval.

“And I have been looking forward to speaking to her. Let us not waste time” she said with a friendly smile. Her truths and falsehoods were difficult to discern but there was genuine enthusiasm in her voice as she readied herself for a surely interesting meeting.

He smiled from under his hood. “Well, then I’m the guy you’ll want to follow.” An almost mischievous quality nestled among his words, but there was something else underlying it as well: something harder to place. “Dyric, by the way: Dyric’antiil’osmax.”

They wound their way through the platforms and bridges of Loriindton and the town was a-bustle as far as even keen yasoi senses could discern: sounds of work and laughter, swirling lights and colours, rushin bodies, smells sweet and sour alike. Tonight was to be a mete’stiroi in honour of both Lady Merit’s birthday and that of her three-times-great grandchildren: the twins Dyric and Talit. They were not all that far past a scaffolding in the town square when Dyric turned abruptly and leapt up onto the end of a steep hanging staircase. Hanging onto a rope railing with one hand, he twisted back and lowered his voice. “When we’re in there, don’t be too formal - she’s not that sort - but remember to speak loudly and clearly. Her hearing isn’t what it used to be.” He paused for a moment before swinging back, starting to ascend. “A lot of things aren’t.”

Eliis was never a good judge of character, but she found that this one liked to talk. And most notably, didn’t carry the same presence as his twin sister, nor did he move as well among the trees which surprised her. Even still, she listened and saw the sights of the trail before speaking up once more.

“What do you mean by that, Dyric?” she uttered, in the same low tone, perhaps without even realizing it. She had always been one to follow the tone of a conversation.

He paused. “Her age has caught up to her. She’s soon to become one with Exiran, and she knows it,” he related glumly, “as do I. Her body and mind alike have begun their final decline.”

She paused for a moment. Perhaps she had expected a different sort of answer, or that he was subtly hinting at the state of affairs in Loriindton as of present, but she found it both heartbreaking and endearing that he cared so much about his elder. She almost wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder and tell him something reassuring, but Eliis held no such privilege, nor did she think the gesture would be appreciated. Regardless, she solemnly spoke once more.

“To fall victim to aging is a great shame. Alas, I hear she has lived a long, proud and fulfilling life. That even she should fall victim to the effects of time is proof that we will all meet Him some day.”

“Truly spoken, suunei,” he agreed, “would only more of my people here in Loriindton still remembered that.” They were nearly at the top now. The stair-ladder rose through a hole in the landing and there was a pleasant-looking residence above. “In truth, it is not only her who has changed. Grasping Parrench hands are everywhere here, trying to draw our people in and smother them. You will find Lady Merit no friend to the Parrench.”

“I do find the Parrench’s eagerness to send our people to fight for them particularly detestable. Still, I pray she finds no friend amongst the huusoi. The best of them are dead or dying, and the worst seek to tear our people out of our homes, root and stem” Eliis spoke, her voice filled with contempt as she craned her head slightly towards Dyric, giving a nod of approval at his thoughts and moving on. She found it odd how different these siblings seemed to be, and it made her only more excited to meet the legendary Merit.

“It is a truth I well recognize,” he admitted, as they paused before the door. “But I pray you go easy on the old lady. She is of another generation and much enamoured with rose-tinted memories at this stage. In her time, she took us somewhat closer to the truth, at least.” With that, he pushed the door open and stepped through.

It was a surprisingly simple space: wooden walls and floors, a handful of platforms and tables displaying some of Merit’s treasures from life, dating all the way back to the days of the Avincians, and a small but well-appointed kitchen that was more than a simple hearth. In a comfortable-looking chair in the middle of a large sitting area was Merit’entasp’osmax herself, in repose. Ancient and wrinkled, the points on her ears gnarled and drooping, eyes half-hidden behind folds of skin, she started as the two of them entered. “Tali?” she inquired hopefully, twisting round. It took a moment for her to peer over and appraise the new arrivals and a ripe pause took hold of the room for a moment. “Ah, no, Dyric, dear.” She looked to Eliis. “And you must be Eliis!” Her eyes lit up. “It is so very good that you answered my call.” The elder began shifting, then. It seemed that her aim was to rise to her feet and come greet her visitors.

How good it was to see her and her place of residence. So many years of experience, of knowledge, of service to her people. She looked at her trove not with envy but with admiration, before her eyes darted across the room to the woman she’d been so looking forward to meeting. In the same way that falling leaves in autumn are picturesque, she found herself for a moment feeling the same experience looking at the Meled. Every wrinkle on her face, a story or experience, 173 years of living. It was only when she was addressed that she snapped back to reality, realizing that Merit had meant to stand up to greet her. She strode across the room once she realized and began to help her to her feet.

“I would never refuse a request from someone who has given so much to our people.” she cheerfully extended her arm to help Merit up.

“Oh, what a good girl you are.” Merit patted her arm and rose, though Eliis could feel a little bump of Force magic at work as well. “Too good, perhaps,” she joked. Then, the former baroness turned to face her. “Now, my dear girl, as you may have gathered, I had Dyric bring you here regarding a rather serious matter.” Her hands still held some strength as she reached out and gripped those of the much younger woman. “I can feel, as a tree does in the cold after harvest, that my leaves have been falling fast and the last are about to leave me.” She sighed. “I am not truly content. One should never be, but Vyshta has smiled upon me more than most and I’d be quite an old bitch to complain.” She chuckled raspily. “I want my final act to be brilliant, though: memorable, and that’s where you come in, my dear.” She wore the same mischievous expression as Talit the other night. A century and a half of age and a limb apart, they were startlingly alike in their mannerisms.

Eliis knew what the woman meant, and it made her want to cry, though she buried that feeling as quickly as it came. She would not have them see her tears, lest they think her incapable of the job she would be doing, nor would she dwell on her sadness. Tar’ithan d””id not weep, nor did they remain bitter when faced with a difficult job. Eliis forced herself to smile, and after a second, it became natural. She squeezed Merit’s hands softly, before looking into her eyes once more.

“You amaze me, meled. Even in your final hours, you still wish to give to the world. I will see to it that you have the finale you seek, whatever it is that you wish it to be.” she spoke, quivering slightly at the beginning, though it quickly faded. For how could she not be grateful to be able to help such a woman.

Merit nodded. “Dyric was right in contacting you.” She smiled briefly, craning her aged neck to look Eliis in the eyes. The old woman’s quickly flicked over to her kin’s however and a look passed between them. She went still for a moment, and turned back. A shadow of confusion passed over her face, before it resolved into certainty. “Now, my dear girl, as you may have gathered, I had Dyric bring you here regarding a rather serious matter.” They were the exact same words she had used a minute earlier. She squeezed Eliis’ hands. “I can feel, as a tree does in the cold after harvest, that my leaves have-”

“‘Old Nan,” interjected Dyric softly, and she stopped. “I’ve been repeating myself?”

“Yes, Old Nan.”

“Hah!” she barked. “See? This old brain’s gone! Mush!” She laughed somewhere between mirthfully and bitterly. “Further proof that I need to get out of the life business.” She smirked, or at least it appeared so, for her movements were quite feeble. “Now, you know of the ven’silmuu, correct?”

“I do.” she solemnly uttered. The mixed feelings she had were beginning to fade, but she couldn’t help being surprised that she wanted poison to be used. She bent down slightly to be at a better level with the elder.

“I imagined you might.” Merit reached up and inspected a tuft of Eliis’ long red hair. “Such pretty hair,” she murmured. “So well-dyed. Anyhow, you’re probably wondering why.” Merit nodded sagely. “I want to make it look like I was murdered.” Her elderly face hardened. “Let my last breath be poison to those Parrench creatures who seek to encircle our people here and make us like them.” She shook her head, or something like it, stopping to cough softly, but it did not fade, instead going on for a good twenty seconds while Eliis had to steady her. Dyric watched from nearby, concerned but coming no closer. Merit blinked. “Blast it! What that I was young again, like you.” She scowled and furrowed her brow, lost. “Dyric, what was I saying?”

“Poison to the Parrench,” he reminded her, like a coach of some sort, and she collected her thoughts. “Yes,” Merit continued, “Those creatures are ever seeking to encircle our people here and make us like them!” Her elderly face hardened and she said it with just as much vigour as she had a minute earlier. “But I am no lover of the Eskandr either. At least they do not make a mockery of our gods, but they are savages,” she spat. “So I will drink the essence and then, at an opportune moment, when some well-known Parrench ally of poor, misguided Talit’s is near me, you will change that essence, hm?” She grinned toothily and perhaps a bit of the fire that had made her such a force for over a century was in it. “A poisoned chalice,” she crowed, “not just for me, but for the girl’s fool ideas and the probes of those huusoi.”

And just as the fire returned to Merit, Eliis’ eyes lit up and she gave the elder a hug, just tight enough to not choke the previously coughing woman. She couldn’t help it. How noble her heart was. The conviction her words held ran true, and she found herself agreeing with every word she was saying. Even if Merit repeated herself, she found herself listening intently, all words the elder speaking ringing true to her heart. How glad she was that Merit understood, and now, so did she the nobility of the cause.

“Thank you, Lady Merit. I will endeavour that this not only saves this beautiful city, but also your great(is there a better term?) granddaughter from the lies they whisper in her ear.” joyfully she uttered as she pulled away and bowed her head in respect.

“Good!” Merit exclaimed, “good.” She released Eliis, then, standing somewhat unsteadily before calling a cane into one of her hands with the Gift of Force. “Now, I shall drink when they are busy with their playful mocking, and you shall know the moment. Dyric will give you a signal.” Eliis felt a sudden pinch behind her ear. “Like this,” he said. “Just so,” the elder agreed. “I shall die on the day I was born,” she remarked. “Poetic, I think, and how it shall set the world alight.” She took a couple of steps. “I thank you for being the one to do it.”

Just then, below, they could hear the music starting up. “Ah! That’s our cue!” chirped Merit, suddenly a good bit lighter in her bearing. “Walk ever in Vyshta’s fortune,” she wished the woman who would kill her. The elder smiled faintly and gestured toward her door, hobbling a few steps in its direction to show Eliis out.

“And I am thankful that you chose me to do the job. I hope I will make you proud.” she spoke contentedly as she moved to the entrance once more.

Once they were outside, Dyric took the lead. “You’ll be able to go through with it, then? Sorry if my ‘signal’ nipped a bit, by the way. I figure you’ve faced much worse…”

“Absolutely. It pains me to kill a fellow yasoi, but she wills it and it is for a noble cause. And your signal was fine, have no such worries, though I appreciate the sentiment,” she nodded at Dyric and patted him on the shoulder as she wanted to do before. It felt appropriate. She spoke once more.

“It cannot be easy to lose such a person, even after such a grand life. If your mind grows heavy after the deed is done, you are welcome to share your thoughts with me. I will listen, for I believe I understand.”

Dyric smiled tightly and appreciatively, as if it was already weighing on him and he wished to be along. “Thank you for your concern. “I know I am doing the right thing. Perhaps we shall speak before long.” At the bottom of the ladder, they parted ways. And not long after, they both found themselves at the mette’stiroi, though at far different stations. While Dyric was beside his elder, Eliis was enamoured with the snail derby, and for good reason. She’d assassinated many people before, and the best way to remain guiltless was to focus on something else. Every so often, she’d steal glances at the birthday trio, until she was to feel that pinching behind her ear.

It was so easy. Even if she wasn’t a master of essence, all it took was a slight change and it turned the ven’silmuu into a deadly agent. Seconds later, Merit was dead, and Eliis shed a tear as Dyric placed the blame on a girl she’d met the night before. By all accounts, she held no ill will against the woman, but so strong was Merit’s will that Eliis could not bring herself to interfere now, as the deed was done. She looked up at the sky for just a second and thought to herself:

“I hope I made you proud, Meled.”




Interaction: Snorri
Scene: Served Cold
Location: The Kongesalan

Truth be told, Dietrich did not expect much from the young boy at chess. He was clearly intelligent for his age and possessed an all too familiar sense of cunning, but he was but a child. Alas, he was being entertained in the match regardless, Many young people give in to anger, pride, impatience, caution, but the prince did not have these faults. Perhaps his biggest ‘flaw’ was his abundant curiosity, but that did not lend itself to a weakness at this particular game. Snorri was measured in his approach, and every move had intent. Should he become king, Dietrich thought, he would make a fine ruler. Perhaps finer still if he shared some of his experience with the lad.

Alas, he found himself thrown off by a barrage of questions while thinking about his next move, and found himself drifting in his memories for just a moment. The Grontempel and the waters he drank, and the experience he felt. Even when the effects of the water had dulled, he had felt the god's message so strongly in his brain. He had received many messages, maybe from them, maybe from his subconscious, maybe from the sheer adrenaline of the experience, and many of them he was not so willing to share. Still, the one thing that lingered in his mind was this: he would have a crucial role to play soon. Whether it was this, or in the near future, he was not so certain, but he was sure in his belief that it was coming. He centred his thoughts once more to find that Snorri had made his move, and a good one at that. So he'd buy some time by answering the boys questions.

"It was something I've never felt before. We have temples to the gods in Kressia, and Sturmfeld too, though we also have many Quentics clouding their guidance. Here, it is clear as day. And when I drank the water, it became clearer still. You can feel their presence. I do not know if the experience will be the same for you, having grown up here, but it was eye opening." he sighed and pinched his nose slightly as he hovered a hand over a pawn, and waited for a moment.

"I'm not sure if it was necessary, but it brought me closer to the truth, to understanding the world you and your kin inhabit. We share gods, but our practices differ and so does our language, customs, traditions. It helped me. And no wise man refuses help when it is put in front of him. You would do well to remember that. It's a philosophy that has served me well so far." he smiled, and moved a knight. He could see Snorri's impatience flaring slightly when he took his time to move, and he would use this to capitalize on the next move. The two exchanged blows on the board a couple more times, before he would speak once more.

"I used to believe in the false gods when I was your age, you know. I had a teacher who taught me how to use my Gift in the ways of old Avince. To my young brain, it seemed logical, as a man I respected followed them so should I. You have the benefit of a loving mother who has guided you well in the ways of old, but not all men are so lucky. Many of the desperate flock to the Pentad because it's easy." he paused for a moment after his brief lecture, just to measure the boys thoughts, before continuing after moving another piece. It wouldn't be long now before the game would be over, but he wanted to impart some knowledge on the boy before the busy day ahead.

"But, Snorri, the easy way is usually not the right way. I'm sure you see how weak the Greenlanders are, how their armies melt like butter before yours. If you fight no battles yourself, you will grow soft and content, and fall like the Avinceans did, and like the Parrench will soon." he gestured to the board as he spoke, and knocked down a rook, before smiling genuinely at the young lad, and it was hard not to, as he saw much of himself in the lad. He wondered, if their positions were switched, would they live the same lives they had so far? Who knows. He thought he might be boring the boy, so he finished up the remainder of the match before dusting himself off, and preparing himself for the evening ahead. Still, he had enjoyed the game, and the conversation.

The rest of the day was not as eventful. He was beginning to get a feel for Eskandr politic, and court etiquette, and he wasn't as far from home as he previously thought. Still, there was something oddly curious. A meeting between the queen and a certain Jarl Bjorn, and a servant girl from Lindermetz. They seemed particularly interesting, and there was something he found interesting as he observed. Whilst they did not hesitate to stomp on the idols of the Pentad, the way they spoke was.. curious? He knew many languages, and he knew many important people who spoke many languages, and as he observed the switch from Eskandr, to Avincian, to Parrench, he couldn't help but notice a slight accent there. Not one that seemed particularly familiar, or Drudgunzean for that matter. He thought he may be reading too much into it, but he would find out soon enough when he spoke to the girl. He did also find it odd that this Jarl did not know any of the other tongues being spoken. To not speak at least some Avincean raised concern for him. Was this normal? He had much to reflect on.

In Pokémon: Rust → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sorry, I've just realized what a massive dumbass I've been. I am at a convention until the monday so I haven't got my post lut yet. If you wanna post for me you're more than welcome but otherwise I'll deliver when I get back.
In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Interacting: Queen Astrid, Snorri @Force and Fury
Event: Best Served Cold | Location: Meldheim + the Grontempel

While his forefathers may have been great sailors, it didn’t seem to carry through with the camp he’d brought. Drudgunzeans had not been sea born for far too long, and although the rainy weather of his fathers duchy had braced them for poor climate, it did little to settle the shaky hands and sickened stomachs that came from sailing great distances. The journey from Relouse to Meldheim was not a short one, nor an easy one, but they would endure for the sake of their mission. And perhaps it was the long journey that made the arrival into Meldheim so beautiful for the young man. While the many warriors and prisoners were brought to shore, Dietrich took a second to take it all in. The beauty of the stars and the five moons shining upon the jungle of a port was a sight to behold. So rugged. So harsh. Yet, it felt strangely familiar to him. Like a home away from his own. But he couldn’t forget his mission in the face of his nostalgia, so he steeled his stomach from the voyage and walked on land for the first time in far too long, as his brother and the remainder of his troupe began to unpack.

A more sensitive man would have waited to let Queen Astrid’s countrymen deliver her the news, but Dietrich was not sensitive. He was bold and he knew that the best time to seize the initiative would be from the get-go. So he spoke, with confidence, even if his proficiency with the language wasn’t as fluent as his Avincian and his accent still came through:

“Your majesty, I bring great news from Relouse, though I believe a dock is a poor place to tell tales of your husband's triumph. It may be presumptuous to ask, but words should suit the locale” he spoke about as respectfully as he was capable of, First impressions were key and he knew he had to get the news to her first. A degree of honesty between future allies was a recipe for success after all.

“Mm, you’re eager,” the queen muttered. Small, pale, and black-haired, she had a pleasant, friendly face belied by her bearing and expression. She looked Dietrich up and down for a moment and, evidently satisfied enough, pursed her lips. “You would be one of the Kressians.” It was a statement. She knitted her hands before herself. [color=a187be]“Ulf,”[color] she said, directing her voice but not her eyes towards a lanky youth. “You will show Uncle Kol to his chambers in the kongesalan. Inga,” she continued, “You will supervise the unloading of the ships and the preparation of the spoils. If there is not enough, you will go with Hvitserk and retrieve some from the treasury.” A preteen girl nodded and bowed her head respectfully. “Snorri, you will come with mother and her Kressian friend. We are going to show him the city.”

She gave her greetings to those familiar with her and promised to catch up later at a feast in the kongesalan. For the time being, however, Queen Astrid merely flicked her eyes Dietrich’s way. “Come then. I take it you have a name. Tell me of my husband’s newest triumph.” Ushering her youngest son along, she began walking. Among the curious crowd that had grown about the foot of the pier, a keen eye might have noticed a series of individuals, armed and martial in bearing, moving at a discreet distance in escort. The people gave their queen a very wide berth.

Dietrich smiled. He was no stranger to judgment by appearance and although a little scruffier than usual due to the length of the trip, he was still more than presentable. Being cleanly has its benefits. He watched the kids scuttle to their duties, and it brought back flashbacks of home, though it was somewhat odd to him. Ulf, the firstborn, was sent to do a rather menial job, whereas Inga saw to a very practical and fruitful occupation, and Snorri was given the privilege of listening. He didn’t know if he was reading too much into it, but it definitely stuck with him as something that was different. A taste of Eskandr culture, perhaps. Regardless, he began to walk and talk, as was dictated. He was in no place to refuse such an offer. Nor did he want to.

”This one’s name is Dietrich of Sturmfeld.” he spoke, before giving Snorri a friendly handshake and matching pace with the queen. He had sympathy for third sons after all.. And regardless of his armed company, he began to speak. The queen must trust them greatly if they were waiting in the wings, though it made the walk slightly more tense. Still, he waited till they were somewhat away from the crowd before he began to deliver the news. [color=gold]”König Hrothgar was successful, though not in all his aims. The force came ashore, and managed to deal a great many blows to the greenlanders, but were unable to take the city.” he stopped, before choosing his next words carefully. He would be honest, but he must be tactful.

“The fleet was also destroyed, for the most part. They caught the culprit, but alas, many were lost. Though I’m sure that despite this, the König will be quick to return. I believe a man of his character would not want to leave such a beautiful family waiting long, and I saw how he tore through the Quentists like parchment.” he uttered slightly more softly than usual. He remembered a word from his mother, that a wife waiting for her husband to return home is just as troubled as the soldier. And truth be told, he did feel some sympathy. She definitely seemed to care about her husband, and her children looked well mannered, far more humble than he’d seen in a lot of the courts of Drudgunzean lords.

“I see,” she replied shortly. “Thank you for your candor.” Snorri, too, nodded. “And father didn’t ask for more soldiers?” the boy inquired, tilting his head to the side in an almost adultlike fashion. “I’m not sure I believe that.”

”Very apt. That was a request he made, though I’m sure it will not be an easy one to provide. Even still, I believe it may be necessary to win a complete victory. Our nations have more enemies than just the Greenlanders after all.”

Snorri nodded. “The Parrench are strong now.” He furrowed his brow. “They’re going to be even stronger when I’m old enough to fight them.”

“Unless we stop them now,” said his mother. She regarded Dietrich over her shoulder. “You’re not a fool, so you would not be here if you didn’t think we could win.” They were on foot, but winding their way slowly up towards the Grontempel. The darkened streets were fast emptying out, as all sensible people who were not employed in some duty at this hour headed for sleep. Shops, workshops, longhouses, and more private dwellings clustered thick around the roads, some of the largest rising three or even four stories. Banners mounted on bronze posts fluttered lightly in the cool wind and torches lined the large thoroughfare that they presently occupied. “So what is it that you are here to offer us, Dietrich of Sturmfeld, and what is it that you seek?” For the first time, Astrid met his gaze directly, hers very much like a more developed version of her son’s.

What a sight the city was. It was not refined like his home, nor was it sensibly planned or an inviting place to be, but the simplicity and the utility of the architecture really made him wonder. To do so much when the world gave them so little was nothing short of admirable. He almost lost track of the conversation in his inner thoughts, but he stayed focused on the point. They were very perceptive after all. And although his conversations were usually direct, this was a breath of fresh air. No notable subtext or pretense behind it, it made him want to grin. But he held it in.

“I offer friendship. An alliance between our respective nations will do nothing but benefit both of our people in this sacred war. For should we lose, our ways of life will be lost to the wind.” he stopped for a moment and looked out at the landscape before them. “And as for what I seek, it is to save my people from their own stupidity. We may be different now, but it was not always so. One hundred years of madness and acceptance of Quentic preaching has turned our kingdoms into unlit bonfires.. Hrothgar was wise to cull the priests, but we made the error of tolerating them. And now, though they display proud eagles and lions, I see rabbits waiting to be gobbled up by the wolf of the north should we not direct the course” he stated, passion in his voice. Perhaps he had been a bit too honest, but he could not hide his convictions about this matter.

There was a long pause, and they walked in silence. Torches licked and snapped on posts and the boots of three people - including Snorri’s small, quick footsteps - squelched softly in the Spring mud. “Have you ever visited our Grontempel?” Astrid inquired. “Some say that it is the holiest site of our faith: that the Gods walk there.” She gestured almost absently ahead, in the direction where they were now headed in earnest. A colossal stave temple, its bottom floor intricate stonework and all the rest planks and carvings that seemed almost to shift and breathe with a life of their own, it rose two hundred feet upon the final foothill before the Eldfjall. Crows and seabirds perched upon its spars and statues in great chattering, cawing flocks. The queen clasped her hands behind her back and glanced Dietrich’s way.

“I unfortunately haven’t, and witnessing it now, it is a great shame.”he almost whispered into the cold air as he truly began to feel the altitude and the wind bearing down on them. It was not often that he felt in awe of something other than himself, but it almost left him speechless as his eyes wandered from the bottom to the top of the grand structure. He had seen great chapels built for the Pentad, but nothing he’d witnessed gave him the feeling he had stood before this structure. He felt as if only now, he was worthy of his name. He did not see the gods as she said, but he felt them. It took him a small while before he was able to speak another word, perhaps due to the cold or perhaps due to the nature of the place.

“Have you seen them here?” was all he was able to utter, looking back at Astrid, if only to distract himself from the feeling he felt in his heart at that moment. Was he losing it? He couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps he was nauseous from the trip, or the height, or the cold, or perhaps this place truly was sacred.

“I have felt their presence, as you now do,” the queen answered simply, nodding as she walked. “as many do.” They were approaching now, and there were numerous small shops and huts clustered lower down on the hill, hawking products and housing pilgrims. “Just as I have felt it atop the Eldfjall, or staring out across the ocean at dawn.” She turned to him, eyes narrowed against a gust of wind. In the distance, dark wings spread and a series of birds took flight. “As I felt it the first time that I touched the Mother’s Tree as a girl, or when I felt each of my children stirring inside of me.” She took in a long breath and released it after a moment. Snorri glanced up at her, looking as if he wanted to say something, but the boy was silent, perhaps unused to his mother speaking to an ambassador at such length. “You see, Jarl Sturmfeld, the Gods do not confine themselves to one place. There is no such thing as a ‘holiest site’.” She shook her head with a soft, knowing smile. “They live where we make space for them and where we open ourselves to them. Someday, perhaps,” she mused, “They will not have much of a home in Eskand, but in Parrence or some other distant land, where people shall build great monuments to them: ones to stir the heart and mind. I can see that your words are not mere words.” She stopped and faced him as they neared the top of the steps. “You are an ambitious man, perhaps, but your face and your voice tell me not an untrue one. This war is not only for the continuation of our ways. It is for the growth of Eskand: the flourishing. We will conquer the green lands of Parrence for our own use and fill them with our people.” She regarded Dietrich thoughtfully. “It may very well be that, if we win, Drudgunze and its kingdoms shall cease to exist. Encircled, they shall be made part of their mother once more. Is that truly a possibility you are willing to entertain?”

Dietrich stood in contemplation for a moment. Between the dialogue and the atmosphere, there was much racing through his brain at present. It was smart for her to bring her here to talk, for what true believer would be able to fully compose their thoughts in the presence of the gods without being at least a little nervous. Yet, she had a point. It was not so much the building itself that was holy, as it was the reverence of the gods in the city that allowed them to be here. A truly enlightened view in his mind. It seemed that they were more similar than he had previously thought. Yet, the second point rang clear in his mind.

“I see now. Perhaps this is why I do not feel them as strongly in Drudgunze as I do now. The monument may be grand, but it is the acceptance of their presence that truly allows them to be present.” he stopped for a moment, taking another deep breath himself. The cold air bit his lungs but he would not let it stop him. There was more to say.

“What do you believe separates our people? There is the rising threat of Quentism, and I believe this may be the biggest barrier to a re-unification, but I also see much difference in our society from yours in the short time we’ve been separated. Every time you move, you gain and lose a bit of what you were prior. Our people are no longer comparable sailors, but I believe you’d be surprised at our architecture, metalworking and art.” he turned to meet her gaze once more, putting his hands behind his back.

“Your people may experience a change greater than ours were you to settle Parrence. It is just as likely that Eskand births proud new sons that make their own way, than it is that a grand rejoining takes place. However, what happens between those options, is infinitely preferable to being subject to a Greenlander.” he smiled. That question was a tricky one, and it did make him think about his morals. Did he care more about the survival of his people and their ways of life, or the power he could receive from this war? Was it wrong to want both? Or simply greedy? He would have to ponder it more.

They stood in front of the great doors now, a fog creeping up from the harbour and pooling in the valleys and alleys of Meldheim. It drifted over and between silent houses and hills, snaked along the thousand branching roads of the great city like ghostly blood through arteries, and made its way, presently to the beating heart before which Astrid, her son, and Dietrich stood. Ethereal in its grasp, torches flickered.

Pulling her hood over head, the Queen of Eskand reached out and pointed towards the doors. “I have seen you for what you are, Dietrich of Sturmfeld, and I accept you.” The torches scored a line all of the way back to the docks, but here, around the Grontempel, they were as legion as Parrench soldiers or farmers in a field. With a stately groan, one of the doors opened a sliver. A powerful gust of wind whipped at Dietrich’s hair and the torches in front of him flickered and went dark, wisps of smoke trailing off and losing themselves in the encroaching mist. Crows cawed. Inside, torches and incense beckoned. “Drink the water you will find inside and know if the Gods, too, feel the same way,” she said softly, and Snorri stood beside her, trying to remain dignified in his bearing as a prince and not steal glances inside. “I shall speak of alliances and more soldiers to those who need to hear it.” Her eyes gleamed soft blue from beneath her hood. “Brother’s courage, Kressian.”

Dietrich swallowed nervously as he looked inside. A preposterous statement of usual circumstances for the man, but as he looked inside, he felt them more strongly than ever. But there was no shred of fear, merely a feeling of.. unworthiness? Something he'd seldom ever experienced. Yet it built like a pit in his stomach, goose bumps flaring across his skin as he felt the cold wind and smoke of the temple hit his face. He took only a moment to steel himself as he looked back at the now cloaked Queen of Eskand, and giving a nod of understanding, before venturing forth into the temple, past the phalanx of torches that smouldered from the breeze. Slow steps echoed around him as he walked further and further into the inky dark, to where the water was. There was little hesitation in his mind now. He would prove his worth, he deserved to be here, he would show the gods what he could become. A quick recital of Femrigr bounced through the empty halls, filled his mind with courage, and he drank deep.

He felt his vision shift and blur, and his mind churn in strange ways, and the world itself began to slow down. He tried to stand, but he could not find his feet, as he felt as if he was falling through the floor that was very clearly there, but his legs were like pigs blood in the moment, and he was brought to one knee. His mind was still clearly his own, but this world was unfamiliar, as if he was new to it. Sensation was overbearing, and as time passed, he felt as if he was born again, forced to experience breathing, swallowing, clenching his fist, thinking all over again for the first time. And more than ever in his now vulnerable state, he felt the gods watching, judging his every action in the stupor he found himself in. But, surprisingly, he felt as if they agreed with him, and respected his moment of weakness before them. And as he got to grips with existence once more, he stood with his arms held high, outstretched in acceptance of their being. And for a moment, just a split second, he would swear to the end that he saw a far too familiar figure in the corner of the hall smiling at him in approval. That was all he needed.
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Interaction: Lyen, Talit, Otios, Calitan
Scene: Tall Trees & Long Shadows
Location: Loriindton Forest - Night's Camp

Eliis had made an impact at Relouse, at least in some way. She'd definitely not killed nearly enough for her liking, but she had evened the stakes of the war by saving quite a few of the Eskandr, and thus prolonging the conflict. There was no doubt in her mind however, that the Parrench had secured their position in the fight, and perhaps this is why she had ended up heading to Loriindton. There was no qualms to be had about getting a vacation and spending some time with her people, and attending a mette'stiroi, and eating starlight snails, but she hated the fact that the command had come from a human. The idea of it made her not want to go at all, but she felt opportunity. And so she went with the motley crew of others that had decided to come with.

Of course, she couldn't go as herself. A tar'ithan in the midst of Parrence would stand out like snow on a summers day. She had a reputation and a name that had begun to precede itself in Relouse, so she became someone else. Her hair was braided and put into a shawl, and her garbs were changed for more traditional wear. Scars and Tetsoi were hidden with balms and for her trip, the only thing that would remain would be her height, though there were many of her kin who were tall and imposing, and it certainly wouldn't give her away. Indeed, for the time of this trip, Eliis would cast aside her demonic alias and become 'Vishvel', the lucky fighter. After all, she'd survived the battle of Relouse as a medic.

And although the travel wasn't the most comforting, the tall forests of Loriindton definitely were. The tastes, the flavours, everything brought to her tongue was pure bliss. She could not understand those who didn't have a penchant for the variety of foods that they had up north. Tiims'archa and the liquor they had brought with them were a match made in heaven, and the droplets of moonlight that managed to sneak through the tall canopy of the forest made it even sweeter still. The only thing that would make it better would be song and games - and that is when sweet little Jyluun won Eliis over by starting an old favourite of hers, Niico fayil luuni'than! It was a little of her namesake after all!

The words finished back and forth, and the alcohol danced from her mind to her mouth as she began to join, surveying those who spoke. She felt an eerie caution from them, and almost a sense of bloodlust. Did they know? She felt her nails sharpen and her hands tense for just a second, but she knew that if she held the same worry, then it would only affirm suspicion. Though, as she made out the different silhouettes, one in particular stood out. It all clicked for her - the thing that the big yanii was talking about - the spider, it all made sense. She chuckled a little looking at the visage of the woman that just responded to her - truth be told she felt like an idiot. While a few of her compatriots might have felt intimidated by this sudden appearance, she was excited. A lady of the gift - nay, of prophetic strength if her aftermath was anything to go by was standing right in front of her ready to share song and drink. Perhaps if they were on opposing sides of the battlefield, then she'd feel a bit more worried, but there was naught to worry about, as long as their cover remained in tact.

"Color me surprised! I didn't expect to see the lady herself here so soon before the mette'stiroi, and especially not with such lovely company!" she spoke, turning to face Talit from her seated position on a nearby log. "I am Eliis and the cute one here is Jyluun, though I'll give the others the privilege of introducing themselves." she uttered softly, patting the small ones head. She'd gotten a little too attached for her liking to this one, though perhaps the drink and song had made her more friendly than usual. And perhaps bolder. She looked at the three who'd spoken since coming close, though her eyes sat a little longer on Lyen and her collection of trophies imbued in her clothing, and touched the left of the log she was sat on, gesturing them to come and sit with her with a gentle smile.
In Pokémon: Rust → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sorry if I've been keeping you all waiting, was waiting on a post from NoCo but it seems he's had unfortunate circumstances. I'll make a post tomorrow and we can keep it going!
In Pokémon: Rust → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


It'd been a while since Val had taken something by force. It was oddly nostalgic, except this time it wasn't just him and Knight raiding a store, but a whole troupe of Team Star members. He figured theft was behind him for the most part, but he had no qualms stealing from 'royalty' anyhow, and the prices on some of these goods were obscene in his mind, so no feelings of guilt were on his shoulders by this course. Regardless, he did question the optics of such a manoeuvre. To the average person, they must look like common thugs in the moment, but he was sure that the average person would come to understand the good nature of their cause, even if it took time.

One particular grunt had taken Val's interest though. He was definitely younger than the others, and he had a fiery spirit that he recognized from his youth. One of defiance against the system, and a determination to succeed. There was value to such a motivated mindset, and should he improve going forward, he would be a valuable asset to the team, though who knows how long that would take. Though, he figured that it would be a good time to grant the young man experience in an important role, the lookout. Responsibility had always been the best teacher.

"On the double everyone, we've only got so much time before Jenny's here, and I'd rather things not get violent if they don't have to. Tim, keep watch out front and let me know if we've got company. Rest of you, prioritize the coats and scarves, and remember, function over fashion." he spoke with authority, although it still felt strange to him. To be able to command other people felt odd to him. He bore the responsibility for their well being, and their lives, and he didn't necessarily mind that as much as he thought he would. In a way, he was beginning to like it. He looked at his belt, where his Pokémon rested, sighed for a moment, and began packing more clothes into the large bags they'd brought. What sort of a leader doesn't also help with the job?

@King Cosmos
In Pokémon: Rust → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll try get something out tomorrow - didn't expect I'd be making an entrance so soon!

@King Cosmos we gotta show these goodie two shoes whats up!
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I finally finished up the sheet, though it's late at night. Definitely on the edgier side as far as my characters go, but I definitely ran with the Tar'ithan theme just cos I thought they were pretty neat. I'll probably be running both her and Dietrich assuming she's acceptable and I look forward to hopping in the next cycle!
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