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In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Defense of Relouse | Location: Battle on the Beach, Parrence.
The battle is in full flow even as King Arcel himself joins the battlefield. The Eskandr number in the tens of thousands, sweeping across the plains of Parrence like a plague of locusts. It was fortunate that his worst fear didn’t come to pass as the Eskandr stopped short of turning Cape Redame into a second beach-head, but the explosive assault upon its rockface will impact the terrain for aeons to come.

Asier led a group of Tourrare horse riders with him as he swept the battlefield, rerouting the defenders from Redame into the reserves for the beach defence, plugging up holes left by those reinforcing the attack from the Witch Wood. His bow repeatedly releases that twang as arrow after arrow plunges into the waves of bodies advancing upon the Parrence defence. “Maintain the shield wall! If they flank us, they will overwhelm the defences. By Echeran, we will get through this day.”, Asier rides along behind the defenders, his horse archers stemming the tide as much as they can.

It wasn’t long for the most shocking news to start spreading across the battlefield, "Le roi tombe!", the words were chilling, the man he was only speaking to moments before, the one they all pledged themselves to, the one who promised salvation, has fallen. He could feel the coldness sink into his muscles, that sickening feeling, the shock lowering his blood pressure and heart rate, the exhaustion overwhelming as it feels like he was about to fall into a pit of despair, teetering upon its edges… then there was a light, like a dim star in the darkness, he feels himself drawn to it, no, he moves himself towards it, charges himself towards it, he forces everything he can into it.

Asier releases a massive roar, a fierce guttural shout, the power of the force flowing through him as his words bound across the battlefield. “Parrence! We do not fight this day for glory or honour, we fight here today for our children, and our children’s children!”, the storm clouds continue to roll as lightning shoots down, thunder booming, outside of the cries of battle, silence grows along the battlefield. This is no petty dispute for riches or trivial gain, this is an assault on our very people, our home, and our very Gods of the Pentad themselves., the importance of this battle is clear, the endless ships on the horizon spoke of this being no ordinary Eskandr raid, but something far greater, and more sinister. ”We stand here with all our might and the strength of our Gods can give us not for any man whoever it may be that orders us, but for us, as Men of Parrance, to surpass a monstrous tyranny that threatens to salt the very earth beneath our feet, rape our mothers, wives, and sisters, to enslave our children.”. This battle is not about King Arcel, for such a battle would have already been lost. This is a battle for Parrence itself. “We will not withdraw, we will not concede one inch, we will push these Eskandr one step at a time back into the very waters they love.”

The speech did what it was intended to do, the wavering battalions starting to rally around, routing forces were starting to turn around and starting to rejoin the reserves, preparing to do their part. The shouts of panic are now being replaced by a sombre tone as men and women pray to the Pentad, knowing their part in what is to come.

It was at this moment that something quite unexpected started to occur, a tune started to play throughout the battlefield, the rhythmatic thuds amidst the fighting. A shout erupts as a battalion with their shields raised, make their charge against the Eskandr shieldwall. “For PARRENCE!” with a resounding cry of “PARRENCE!” as the others follow the charge. A voice shouts up, as in answering in response, “Where man has his wine and bread!”, a few chuckles as further chorus “PARRENCE!” is yelled. This starts to cause a chain reaction, as others start to yell what they love about their motherland. “The hearths are warm”, “They heat my home”, “the fields are green”, “my road is built with stone!”, “The forest is filled with game!”, though a few of the offered suggestions such as the daughter of old Bill having a shapely bosom did not make the final draft in the history books. It was said in these moments a bard was inspired and brought these to script, and as a new song started to spread amongst the men, the song of Parrence marching to war.


Asier continued to ride towards the river, the last known location of King Arcel. Despite what he announced so far, he wasn’t sure how long the Kingdom would last after the battle without their King leading them.
Interacting: Ser Percy Perpignan
During one of the last bends of the battle, Asier starts to slow down as the smell hits his nostrils, a foul lingering smell that can put a hog farm to shame, the rich ammonia starting to irritate his lungs as he starts coughing, pulling back swiftly. As he looks around, he notices corpses with raised hideous puscles, black mottled skin, watery dark liquid which at some point could have only been blood. “We need to go around… by the Pentad, something ungodly is happening here…”, before Asier could charge off, a menacing laughter is heard.

”Mon ami, are you leaving already, why, the battle has just begun. Égorge ces Eskandr comme des porcs. Oink oink oink.”. Coming out of the mists was no other than the blond nobleman from Viennes, Ser Percival Perpignan. He gives a grin as she pinches his fingers together, flicking them apart as he blows a kiss, mwah. “C'est beau, the way their bodies just quiver and twitch, the last of their élément vital oozing out through their skin.délicieux”. Percy raises his blade which appears to have a thick coating in the blackened blood of the foes around him, moving to lick his tongue along the flat side of it. “I was saving this one for you, Dear Arslan. L’empoisonnement à l'arsenic.”. Asier couldn’t help but spit towards the ground in disgust at the Parrench nobleman’s actions. “Inhumain, they’re Eskandr but they are still people.” Percy simply laughs loudly with a chuckle, his fellow cronies joining him in the chortle, “Oui oui, I told you, Man of Arcel, so easy to rile up. I tell you what, Chevalier Cabré, you may have your fancy speeches, oui, I heard you, but you won’t do what is necessary for Parrench to win, this around you is how Parrench wins, real men with guts.”, Percy thumbs upon his stomach to place emphasis upon the point. Asier waves off the comments, “Chevalerie, honneur, these concepts help keep us humans, not turn us into sauvages.”. Asier pulls away with the horse riders to the jeers of Ser Percy and his fouteurs de merde. “Oui, there goes the lion, tail between his legs”.
Interacting: Gerard @Pantothenic
Asier pushes into the river upon his horse as the body of Gerard was floating upon its back, along the side of its banks, still twitching with the signs of life. He pulled it to the back of his second horse, bringing him over to the shore. Once laid upon the ground, Asier puts the man upon his side, and thumps his back. He could see the recoil and spasms as the water sputters and drains out from Gerand’s mouth upon the ground. “It appears that both Queen Eleanor and Dami favours you this day, Magician. Tu as du culot après cette manœuvre."
It appears that Echeran has given Asier good timing as well, as he hears the battle cry of none other than King Arcel himself. It appears that both the royal figures have decided to make their stand opposing each other on the battlefield directly. The bards are already recanting this incident to memory, those more savvy have the inks wet and write down the details vividly. How heroic this match-up will be documented in the history books, this is not a clean duel, both men surrounded by warriors and champions alike as they battle for glory.

A band of Eskandr armed with bows were in this position for this moment, the harbingers of the final moments of King Arcel himself. “Horsemen, intercept!”, they gallop along the river bank as Asier and his riders start to harry the warband. Their bows twang repeatedly as arrows fire towards the enemy position, as the shieldmen line up formation to block their way, shields raised high as each of the round shields begin to turn into hedgehogs as they are repeatedly being studded by the arrows. The defensive formation holds the ground, forming a barricade around the archers. The field of vision is clear, the bows readied. The Eskandr warband leader barks his orders, “Spidd gullgåsen - Skewer the Golden Goose!”.

Asier sensing the storm to come draws on the abundance of thunder energies upon him. “We must protect the King!”, one of the Tourrare horsemen uses the opportunity to sprint heroically ahead, able to provide in his fateful last moment a temporary shield as arrows pierce through his flesh, the horse neighing wildly as it falls down upon the floor in its last protest to this cruel world.

Warband leader barks his orders more fiercely. ”igjen og igjen - again and again!”. The Tourrare arrive in their position, dismounting in their own positions to provide a shield wall between the Eskandr and their king. Spears cross with spears as the walls meet, as the exchanges occur between the men of the north and those of the south. Obscuring any direct line of sight to the King. Asier and a couple of his best riders do their best to exploit any openings within the enemies shield wall, those this is few and far between given the veteran nature of these forces. The warleader continues to throw curses where his blades fail, "Gamla lombungr, sugandi toti merr madr - Thou art morons, sucking at the teat of your mare mother.". Asier could only laugh at the man’s frustration, not understanding a single word being spoken, but clearly having some idea of his intent. “Il est issu d'une lignée infidèle et vile - He clearly comes from an unfaithful and vile lineage.”. He gives the signal to target the foul-mouthed Eskandr, the horse-archers line up their shots as they adopt the Cantabrian circle, each of them using the power of the force as they fire shot after shot towards the Warband Leader. The Eskandr grunts as he raises his shield, continuing his taunt as empowered shots repeated hit the wood as it starts to chip and crack, and as he realised too late that this was their plan, the shield snaps and breaks, leaving him completely exposed as Asier himself fires the arrows which stick him like a pin cushion as he falls upon the ground in his final breath.

With their leader down and the Tourrare putting up a fierce defence, the archers move to a volley stance, ”Volleyskudd!”. If they cannot attack through to the target, they will rain arrows upon the King instead. Each of the shots firing true in the air, as they rise high above the battlefield. However, this was the moment Asier was waiting for, to force them in this situation as he uses the magnetic properties of his Thunder magic to control and guide the arrows onto a new trajectory, as they curve up and around, heading straight back to the archers who fired them. “Mort d'en haut - Death from above!. The rain of Asier came down with such force as the archers were shish kebab with the very arrows they fired themselves.

This left an opening, the fatal one, which allowed Asier and the remaining Horseriders to charge through the lines to break the Eskandr formation, scatter the survivors, and allow the infantry to put the final nails in their coffins. “Now for the next lot. Let’s support his Majesty the best we can”.

In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jocasta @Force and Fury, Yalen @pantothenic, Ysilla @Pirouette, Zarina @YummyYummy, Kaspar @Wolfieh, various NPCs.
Event: Hugo's task | Location:Tethered Refuge, Torragonese High Desert.

As Ayla is at the stables, she finds the children eagerly coming to meet the group again, though the tales of excitement are more muted than their initial arrival. It is no surprise that Laëlle, the tall Miattanese girl, was in the crowd too. She approaches her with her arms wide to take her within for an embrace, then pushing her back gently with her hands placed upon her shoulders. "Now, what is your name?", the other girl with an embarrassed blush, “Laelle... It is Laelle”, "Laelle! That is better, be proud of who you are." as Ayla takes her in once again.

Zarina chuckled at the sight. Daoud the camel had to be tended to so she handled that while witnessing Ayla’s infinite affection be poured onto the poor kid, ”She’s always like that,” she reassured the Laella, ”just go with it. I promise this lion doesn’t bite.” she then shakes her head and snorts, letting the two get to know each other.

Ayla smiles widely as she playfully shushes towards Zarina, "Alchemist once told me that every time you hug someone, your body naturally produces a happy chemical. A free happy drug.”. She gives Laelle a grin, taking the girl by the arm as she moves towards the door of the Refúgio. ”A little Rolieiro told me that you are a sonic mage…”, Laelle looks puzzled, “We don’t tend to get birds, it was I who said...”, Ayla simply smiles, conscripting the girl, "Then you must play, we get your instrument".



Around the Naranja tree, the pair of them play for the small gathered audience of those who returned and those already in residence. They were offered refreshments in between playing their duets, free flowing and full of musical improvisation.

"By the Pentad, that was needed." Ayla leans back as she hears the relaxing sound of dripping water around the pool, chilling after the jam session with her new friend Laelle. “I never played like that before”, Laella smiling with her guitar, fingers lingering as they continue to idly pluck upon it, “I would love to travel the world playing like this, in every town and village, the new Leon Solaire!”. Ayla gasps loudly in a playful manner, getting a cushion and throwing it towards Laelle, "Is being the next Ayla not good enough for you?". Laelle squeals out as she was hit by the cushion, throwing it back ”But he plays the lute! Besides… he is far more famous than you.”, sticking her tongue out teasingly towards the other. Ayla smirks, "By chance, he attends my academy, and a thought occurred by introducing you to him… perhaps that was in error.", “No! Ayla, you are the coolest, please introduce me to him!”...

After curfew is called, Ayla travels with Jocasta, Marceline and the others to attend the meeting. She is now mentally refreshed and prepared for her presentation before Amanda, de facto leader of the Tethered at the Refúgio.

Next: It is time to meet Amanda (for real)...

In O R I F L A M M E → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interacting: Caelum @RezonanceV.
Event: Defense of Relouse | Location: Cap Redame, Parrence.
Collab: Caelum @RezonanceV
““Are you called Asier?”” Caelum paused. ““My name is Caelum of Oraphe, this is Mathieos and Dieudonne of Vitroux, we wish to support the expeditionary force.”

Asier smiles brightly as he greets the Paladin and his companion, “Welcome to this patch of green paradise, where the sea is blue, and the sand is yellow. Glad you both could join, Asier Arslan as per service.”. He offers to take the pair by the hand to give a firm shake.

Caelum stretched out his hand, “May Oraphe keep you.” He matched the strength of the Tourrare’s handshake and met his eyes as a sign of trust, “ It is our pleasure to join, it sounded as if you had a plan back at camp, is this true?” Caelum released his grip and stepped back to maintain a respectful distance.

“Plan is to harass the Eskandr as they come to the bend ahead”, Asier points to the direction, following the edge. “We Tourrare are skirmishers, instead of waiting for the enemy to come to us, we come to them. They come to our defences battered and bruised, the logic of the Steppes.” He does move his hand side-to-side, “We are not at the Steppes, so this would be clumsy, but a similar principle being applied in my mind. We may need to improvise a lot.”

Caelum thought about the pre-emptive mentality of his new ally. He had never encountered the Steppes people of Parrence. A missed opportunity that Caelum was now happy to discover in front of him, “Then we should conceal our men behind the fields at the point of the Cape and take our positions at the south ridge to spot the enemy and give the signal when a few ships pass between the two lands, we should position some casters in the tower of the church as well to give us a greater distance on the first volley.” Caelum looked toward Cap Redame and back at the bold Tourrare, “After you.” Caelum politely passed his hand toward the Cap as he mounted his horse to follow Asier to the tip of where all the action would begin.

Asier agreed with the outlay of the plan, “Conventional ambush should work well. If we can slow down their force, we can give the defenders much needed time for preparations.” He tugs his second horse along with him, riding towards the tip, “Now for us to have a good look at what is waiting for us from the great Hrothgar the Chartreuse.” He gives the signal to the men to move into their positions, halting those accompanying as he scouts ahead with Caelum.

The sound of hooves and strong boots pounded the earth of Cap Redame as each soul settled into their role as apart of the first defense for Relouse. Caelum and Asier both trekked to the cliff’s edge south of the monastery where the fierce waves of Parrence smashed against dark stones. Eskandrs were great sailors, but even in these conditions would wrestle their skills. The two kept watch as the ocean breeze wafted by, “Is that fog?” Caelum looked into the distance but could not tell what was separating the horizon and the water, “Asier, the horizon, it looks strange, can you see anything?”

Asier looks out towards the waves as the white mist travels towards them, the lead ships moving as if they were sailing on clouds. “It looks as if they were sailing on the clouds themselves.”, he smiles brightly as he indicates the line, “ We should have a better view up here as they approach. It appears they are trying to obscure their numbers, but they forget we have the high ground.” He indicates with his hand that the Eskandr have been spotted and for preparations to be made. “Have you found yourself in battle with the Eskandr before, Paladin of Oraphe? A first raid faced myself, more tasked with dealing with the northern raiders. More savage and less disciplined up north. With the Eskandr, rumours are that they work together in herds centred around the captain of each ship being the bull.”. He defers to Caelum for his experience of facing the Eskanders.

Caelum listened to Asier as he pointed out the Eskandr vessels that began to emerge from no fog, but a mist. Asier directed the two to higher ground to get a better read on how many Eskandr were actually going to be engaging the shores, while traversing to this higher ground, Asier asked Caelum about his experience with Eskandr which triggered his most recent memory. A whisper escaped his lips as he saw, “Oleric.” Caelum raised his eyes, “Yes, I have met the Eskandr before…they certainly work together in herds centered around their most adept fighters but something has changed in their tactics…I was at Vitroux, and they did more than just act like a herd, they were organized like a great army.” Caelum paused, “I feared we would make the same mistake here, underestimating how much Eskandr are learning about us, but I have been surprised by how many see the vision Arcel and his beloved put forward, I pray we will be enough.” Caelum paused a second time to re-direct his attention to Eskandr tactics, “At Vitroux, they outnumbered us, kept us focused on one half of the battle while hitting us in the rear, they nipped at our ankles and poisoned our confidence like a viper hiding in tall grass, do not expect sheep following wolves, expect all of them to be wolves, and expect that these wolves are hungry, fierce, and worst of all, cunning without any honor to hold them back.” Parrence had already underestimated them at Vitroux, the same could not happen at Relouse or wherever the next fight took place, something was different about these Eskandr from the raiders Parrence had come to know…

Asier rubs upon his chin as he considers Caelum’s words. “Asked why the Eskandr would bother landing here if they knew our forces would meet them, and not simply sail past to an alternative spot whilst they had speed on their side.” He shrugs his shoulders as if to question ‘who knows’. “It would make sense for them to land at multiple points, an enemy weakened at its rear.” ponders upon the map, trying to recall if there were any other beach-heads available to land, though only recalling cliff faces all the way around. ”There is an Avician expression I heard once, it translates something like ‘if we can't find a way, we will make one’. If one was being inventive, only option would be trying to repurpose the river Bridal Veil Falls to the North for their sea-chariots.”

Caelum answered Asier, “Who is to say what we meet today is the entire Eskandr force? And, who is to know whether what we face today does not have a plan that will drop these cliffs into molehills to better land and maneuver their men?” Caelum did not have an actual answer to Asier, only more questions, because after his last experience, he would prefer to never be surprised again by the Eskandrs. Caelum would think of everything that could be possible and assume that the Eskandr are too. Caelum turned to Asier and dropped his hand on his shoulder to look him in the eyes as their horses touched side by side, “Asier, I do not think we fight savages like we once did, be prepared to fight something very different, more disciplined than the mindless herds you snatched the life from in the Steppes.” The two kept moving upward to higher ground, and as words of “prepare” left Caelum’s mouth, nothing could have prepared them for what they were about to see smothering the very water before them.

Asier lets out a long whistle as the boats come upon the horizon before them, as far as the eye can see. “That is a lot of sea-Chariots… no wonder you southerners had so much trouble.” He doesn’t even attempt to count the ships on his fingers as he looks towards Caelum. ”We should try to find a way to close the choke point, it should reduce the flow of the ships to the shore.” He points towards the gap between Ile Contrefort and Cap Redame. “The wreckage should work well to fulfil our needs, if not, will need something sturdier.”

It was definitely an idea, Caelum thought, but would it be enough. Probably not, the force steering their way was the largest Caelum had ever set eyes on. The estimated force was lower than what was out at sea right now, the same thing happened in Vitroux. Caelum warned Asier, “The wreckage will not be enough and neither will our ambush, we need to get everyone into defensive positions before we start taking volleys from the sea, and focus our assault on the lead boats, if we can get those lead boats to slow down or veer off course, maybe we can slow the rest down, but there are too many, we will not be able to hold here for long.”

Asier nods in understanding, “Then let's not make the same mistake, we hit them hard, slow them down, buy the time we need.” He moves to rides back towards the soldiers as he gives out the instructions before riding back next to Caelum, “Instructions are shared amongst the men.” The boats are approaching quicker, an endless swarm of armoured locusts ready to ravage the fields of Parrence. The pair move to take up their respective positions. “Willing to offer a prayer? We might be in dire need of good fortune.”

Caelum nodded to Asier’s request, bowing his head forward raising his voice for others to hear the comfort of Pentad’s words, “May the flashing of our swords be wet with the corrupted blood of those who seek to harm the children of Pentad, may our shields deflect the claws of monsters who wish to cut the throat of Pentad’s mothers, may our armor flex as the gnashing of demons bite down on us, their slayers, may our boots find roots where our enemies find shifting earth and no where to stand steadfast against our strength, may Pentad protect us and his sword be bathed in the blood of foul beasts and used to draw a line between our land and their deaths…Amen.” Caelum raised his head and then his hand to order the first volley as the ships reached good striking distance from the cliffs of the monastery, “If Echeran is who they seek, let us show them the way!”

The opening valley was in true celebratory style. Rocks, arrows, and various power infused attacks are rained down upon the Eskandr. Ship after ship explodes, erupts, the splinters shower the surrounding ships. There was something visceral in watching how a burning bounder crashes into the top of a longship, the way it crunches bone, chargrills flesh, causes men to scatter like ants. The boat starts to bend in two, sinking underneath the boulder in the middle as the ends tip up and sink under the surface.

There is no pleasure taken in the ending of one's life, and there is little appetite in the glorification of it. “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”. The shot from his own bow hammered into the side of a longship, with the force-enhanced thud causing a grave wound to the bilge as the Eskandr rushed to try to stop the rising waters before removing their armour to swim in the waters. Only Dami can judge these souls now.

Despite the might of the Parrench expeditionary force, the attack fell short. The Eskandr were more than prepared as the gaps in their offensive were filled almost seamlessly. Whilst the Parrence attack might have been stronger than they predicted, it seems they had their own plans, the counter attack was beyond expectations. The ferocity of the bombardment was intense, It appeared that this was the Eskandr intention all along, to reduce the Cape to rubble, perhaps even turn it into a second beach-head. Wave after wave comes against them, the church exploding as the chunks of stone, laid down for centuries, scatter like pebbles caught within the wind. As the catapults engulf in flame, he rides alongside Caelum. “King Arcel needs to know what has happened. Do what you can, lead these men the best you can.”. With a giddy-up of his two horses, he rode to the King’s camp, as the fastest rider, only he could pass on the message before it was too late.

King Hrothgar is coming with the Greatest Heathen Army Sipenta has ever seen. Fate has cast its dice, and King Arcel will have to defend the world, and the Gods of the Pentad themselves as we know it.

In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jocasta @Force and Fury, Yalen @pantothenic, Ysilla @Pirouette, Zarina @YummyYummy, Kaspar @Wolfieh, various NPCs.
Event: Hugo's task | Location: Torragonese High Desert.



Part: Prior to Meeting Point | Collab: Kaspar @Wolfieh

Part: Rest at the Ruins | Collab: Yalen @pantothenic

Part: Journey back to Refuge | Collab: Zarina @YummyYummy

Next: It is time to meet Amanda...
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Woah. Collab.


Ended up being one of those very impromptu things which expanded and went out of control wildly within the moment. It started on myself asking if anyone wanted to do a late night collab (my post), then the plan was to do a little bit of something for breakfast (2nd post). I know it doesn't help with me being excited about this being my first RP and eager to write.

I know you are not active on the Discord, but there is a plan the next arc which you might have found more appealing. It was to break things into smaller groups, and many ways, a lot more manageable for others like yourself who don't have as much opportunity to write (compared to myself), also more opportunity for slice of life stuff and character development. It might work for you a lot better for you OOC-wise.
I know there are character issues, but if you are still interested in the setting, you could possibly swap to a new student who you have a better feel for.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jocasta @Force and Fury, Yalen @pantothenic, Ysilla @Pirouette, Zarina @YummyYummy, Kaspar @Wolfieh, various NPCs.
Event: Hugo's task | Location: Tethered Refuge, Torragonese High Desert.



Ayla used the opportunity to rest that night, taking a long bath to refresh the pores of her skin. They were afforded basic soaps and oils, seemingly made at the refuge as it served primarily as a self-sustaining community with little support from the outside. She always found the water relaxes her, allowing her mind to wander freely and unoccupied.

With the tales upon the sands before they got here she did hope for communal rooms, the place was not exactly the safe sanctuary it likes to masquerade as. Her thoughts dwelled on Jocasta a lot and the experiences she shared. Further thoughts on Marceline, Laella, and the others at the refuge. Those sweet innocent faces, the cries of help held behind their eyes. She shivered as she sank under the water. Looking over the surface as she watches the bubbles pop. There is a visceral feeling burning inside of her, one that wouldn’t easily be resolved by platitudes. She sighed, as she struggled to even comprehend what she wanted to do. She plunged her head under the water as she started to count. The sinking feeling takes away the heat and intensity as she feels her heart rate and blood pressure begin to decrease, slowly becoming back up for air. She resolves to do something in these moments, even if it is not much, she was going to check in on her friend.

Adorned in the simple garments of the refuge as her own being laundered, she made her way down the corridor. It was already quite late, and the wrinkled skin on her hands and feet signified perhaps she spent a little too long in that bath of hers. She made her way to what would appear to be Jocasta’s door as she knocked upon it, “Jocasta, it is Ayla, are you awake?”. She was met with silence. She puts her ear against the door for signs of life and gently tries the handle. The door was locked. “Sorry… you must be sound asleep…”. She backs away from the door as she moves down the corridor and sighs. Hoping you rest well tonight, she thought.

Collab: Zarina @YummyYummy

”Haven’t heard a peep from her room.” Zarina called out with a somewhat hushed tone, sitting on a wooden chair she had pulled from her room at the nearest corner that gave a good vantage point. She had recently bathed with clean clothes courtesy of their hosts. Nothing too fancy, but comfortable for a solitary evening, ”Can’t sleep?” she asked, arms crossed under her chest and leg over the other, ”Thought I’d keep an eye out, see if they’re making the rounds here or not. Aaaand I’ve got nothing better to do.” she sighs and then asks with a smirk, ”Hungry?”

Ayla tilted her head as she looked to see Zaz already roaming, “Too much of your coffee?” she quipped with a smile. “There may be something edible around, perhaps something juicy and refreshing for the palette”. She approaches the Virangish girl offering a hand to assist her down from her perch, a needless gesture, but offered out of politeness.

Zarina waves her hand in a dismissive manner, “‘Tis what they say.” she is quick to accept the hand and heave herself off her lazy position, ”So you heard about some Naranjas too? From the kids?” when she stood, her left arm was raised and then made to bend back, making her hand reach as far back as it could until she prompted a crack, ”Dunno if it was, y’know, the fruit or some game. But Something juicy sounds …” she purses her lips, clearly salivating over something, “Good enough.” she turns her head to the nearest corridor, “Adventure time?” her eyes peered to the side, barely glancing at the little lion. Zarina was smirking and her tone no longer as considerate for those sleeping. Finally something to do!

“Naranjas sound good, Laella says there is a tree in the courtyard.”, as she walks along with the taller girl, the disparity between them is very noticeable, even though they were the same age. She was somewhat distracted as they approached the residence quarters, steel grates outside the different passageways for drainage, as wooden foot bridges lay alongside the wall which is used to allow passage across. She wondered if anyone had ever been trapped in their rooms by accident, “Hope they don’t need to leave in event of fire…” though her thoughts are somewhat muted as the building appears made of stone. ”Or, you know, a giant Wyrm crashes in and makes the roof fall.” Zarina chuckles while keeping up with a slow pace. No hurry. The next set of residences appear to have access lifts to traverse the different floors. “Accessibility is a priority here, Maura used to struggle rolling through the streets of Varrahasta”. They continue walking as she notices a little light on in the distance, a lantern appears to be active, “Appears we are not the only ones awake.”

Zarina was a bit more discreet in her observations, unless it was to add a remark to what Ayla had said. The lack of her placebo was maybe weighing on her already. She perked up at the mention of other folks being awake, ”Hmm? Night shift staff, I guess?” she tilts her head and confers a curious squint toward her noble partner, ”Maybe they have Naranjas.” she winks at Ayla, her stride unaffected by the potential encounter they may experience. They got closer and closer, until faint sounds could be heard. Mere, unintelligible murmurs from where Zarina was standing, but it did prompt her to raise her eyebrows while turning her head to Ayla to make her big fat, curiosity driven grin very evident, ”Can you hear them?” she whispers.

Tilting her head as she cups her ear, it shouldn’t be a difficult task to tease the sound towards them, though compensating for receiving rather than projecting like she normally did. She draws upon the gift to enhance the vibrations through the air, maintaining their volume, pitch and frequency as it is directed towards the pair of them. “Multiple inside, Attempting to increase the volume for us… sounds like they are roasting something, perhaps it is a kitchen?”, turning to look towards Zaz.

Sniff, sniff. Zarina blinks, furrows her eyebrows and then steps a little closer to find any sort of opening she could use to get a look, ”Roasting alright.” she could barely make out a caretaker through the crack of the door, although the body wasn’t as easy to assess, ”They’re burning stuff. Or rather …” with her lips pursed she backed her head from the opening and looked over at Ayla, ”They say anything else?” she leans in to get into Ayla’s range, given she didn’t want the sound to actually disperse or anything.

Concentrates on the voices talking, “They are discussing the caretakers sent to meet us. How they could not recover Caretaker Esparza, the one which was eaten by the wyrm. They say he had a heart attack before the Wyrm appeared”, did pause as she mused for a moment, “Or the shock of his discovery could have brought it on…”.

”Uh-huh.” Zarine peeks back into the room. The mention of a dead person connected the few remaining dots in her head. Then the slab being pushed near the furnace came close enough to the small fissure that she could see the body, ”Can confirm, not a kitchen. At least I hope not.” she clicks her tongue before closing the door just enough to not actually see anything anymore, and then took a few steps away, ”Rangers having a heart attack, though?” she raises an eyebrow, ”Yeah. Happens all the time. We breed them fragile in the North.” the obvious peculiarity was ushered in via sarcasm, although it definitely did not amuse her, ”No Naranjas here, I’m afraid, little Lion.”

Waves her hands away as if contaminated, ceasing her eavesdropping abruptly as realisation dawns upon her, wiping her hands upon her outfit. “Remind me to steer away from a spit roast hog for a while”, she takes Zaz’s hand, tugging her back upon her expedition through the halls of the refuge as they make their way eventually to the seating area surrounding a large gnarled orange tree, easily over a hundred years of age, drooping over the pool. The location is clear in its frequent use as it is surrounded by benches and chairs with a picket fence doing little to prevent those more adventurous embarking into the tree branches. The bark is adorned with what at a glance appeared to be runes, but on closer inspection are initials and small pictures, some are contained within hearts. “A lovers retreat perhaps, a good location for a performance”.

Naranjas, finally. Zarina, being at least a head taller than Ayla, had no issue reaching out to nab an orange from a more accessible branch, ”Heads up.” she tosses the juicy goodness over to the lion and then seizes a snack for herself. The night sky and flickering torches further back made it possible to admire the scenery. A deep pool and a fruit-bearing tree. An old one with many carvings dating likely many generations. She opts to take a seat over a thicker root so she could pass her hand over the markings, ”Condemned little lovelies, finding love and happiness even when they know they’re gonna die far too soon.” she chuckles, her hands now busy with the peeling of her delicacy, ”Cute.” she then turns her head toward Ayla, ”Wanna sing a little tune, to commemorate those with so little time to share their love?” she seizes a piece from the orange and eats it, ”Although I’m sure they never once took it for granted. Guess it’s something.”

Looks up to the woman in the tree, perhaps a little oversized compared to the children who most likely made use of their branches, but fortunate enough to reach the higher fruits kept out of their reach. “Sometimes life is scary and dark. That is why we must find the light”. She contemplates the request as she peels and samples the rich piece of fruit. Though she isn’t a songstress and her flutia was back in her room, she relies on the instruments the Pentad have given her as she starts to whistle up into the night sky a serene melody.

Whistling was fine too, it soothed Zarina’s restless mind and allowed her to focus her attention. She carefully peeled bits of the orange with her painted, miraculously still unbroken nails. After about half was eaten, she kept the fruit in one hand while the other had its digits passed over the carvings on the bark, “Sheesh, look at this.” the Virangish girl was passing her index over the clover-shaped carving near the back of the trunk. The name ‘Amanda’ was carved on it, and the date indicated a time before either girls were even born, “Twenty year old, or close.” she turned her head toward Ayla, “Kind of feels weird, knowing that person’s probably dead. And we’re touching a thing that keeps their memory. Sort of.”

Starts to come to a rest as the exhaustion of the day is quickly catching up with vengeance as she leans back. “They say no one is ever truly dead as long as their memory is still alive”, she gazes up towards the various names, some she didn’t recognise like Consuela which was done with care, though appeared to be one with Marceline’s name within it. “Marceline’s name is there, we could always ask her.”. She stretches out as she makes herself comfortable, seeming to decide to sleep in the open. “So sleepy…”.

Zarina raised a brow at Ayla’s hopeful observation, but this time abstained from raining on the little lion’s positive outlook, “It is?” she squinted in search of the familiar name among the many runes that decorated the tree, “Ah, yeah.” she traced the symbol, noticing its rougher state compared to many others, “Three years ago. Huh.” a more posed mind allowed her to recall a potential issue, but the sleepy little lion ended up getting Zaz’s attention, “Hmm? Finally coming down?” she scoots, legs close together and her hand tapping over her lap, “Have a break, kitty kat. I’ll just … Finish my naranja.”

Ayla uses the opportunity to snooze, curled up on the side as she leans her head upon the comfortable lap. The day has been long, tough and busy, a far cry from what her life has been like in Varrahasta. I hope everyday is not this exhausting, she thought.

As the lion sleeps tonight, Zarina began to hum the same tune Ayla had been whistling, letting her often neglected pair of lungs shine for once– and it wasn’t half bad. Careful strokes to the cub’s mane came about when she finished her orange, and a good quarter of an hour was dedicated to just enjoying the fresh air, the clear night skies and the aroma of the orange tree. When it came time to retreat, Zarina carried the little noble, keeping her head rested over her shoulder with both arms holding Ayla bridal-style.

Zarina took her time, and then gently posed the talented musician onto her bed, tucked in and safe. A final glance was given to the little lion, prompting a subtle but genuine smile from the taller lass, before she retreated back to her improvised post to keep an eye on the rooms of the squad. She wasn’t completely sleepless, with the occasional micro-sleep here and there as she distracted herself with little carvings of her own on the stone wall by her, amounting to about an hour of very, very unhealthy sleep.


In the morning, they were treated to a hearty breakfast, breaking bread with classmates and hosts alike. The late night activities continued to take their toll as she still felt exhausted, it was reported that it took the caretakers considerable effort to wake her for the morning. She used her concealer to hide the drained look, appearing to be as refreshed as always in appearance at least. She was pleased to see Jocasta, after being worried about her the night before. “Hope you managed to sleep well,” said Ayla, offering her a warm smile. In response, Jocasta yawned and stretched languidly. “Eshiran, you have n-no idea how well, friend. Like death itself, hehe.” She smiled fondly back. “You too, I hope?”. She offers a wide smile back, it was nice to see such a genuinely fond look upon the girl's face. “Apparently sleeping till the hours of Oraff is frowned upon heavily here”.

It seemed the refuge didn’t have its house in order as there was an evident space at the table. Perhaps he gets to sleep till Oraff, she thought. The space was met with frequent furtive looks and glances from the warden and his staff, it was someone clearly of some import. As the plan was laid out before them, she yawned a little in both tiredness and boredom as the session seemed to be dragging on. In truth, it seemed there was little of substance as it seemed to boil down to ‘it is somewhere over there’.

She allows those who wish to ask any questions to go ahead, though if there is an opportune moment, she would suggest that Marceline takes them on a tour to help them wake up to prepare for the mission ahead.



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Interacting: King Arcel @Force and Fury, Arnaud @YummyYummy, Nameless NPC.
Opportunity: Parrench-aligned Players.
Event: Defense of Relouse | Location: Relouse Encampment, Parrence.

Parades, banners, and soldiers marching. Tents springing up everywhere outside of Relouse. The colourful display which would rival a carnival is now before him as he rides towards the meeting point. He swiftly rides upon Espirito, with Arpegiar and Peonia following close behind with his luggage in tow, galloping quickly through the field. The fields were different to the more arid steppes, with the seas of corn, wheat, and food a plenty adorning the fertile plains. It is no surprise to him that those within the heartlands can afford to live in such huge towns and cities. Tensions have always been simmering between the Tourrare and the rest of the four tribes, a reputation for being late to the party, from the initial creation of the nation, surrendering to the Avincian Empire, and converting to the Pentad. They are seen as backwards folk, sticking mostly to their plains in a pastoral lifestyle, the arid lands home to their herds of cattle, horses, and goats, living each moment in comparative simplicity. However, these simple folk do have a strength which is their strong sense of communal justice, to attack one Tourrare is to attack all Tourrare, something that foreign oppressors fail to understand when their tyrannical actions are met with an overwhelming local response. It is this strength that keeps the Northeastern borders secure, their meat filling Parrench bellies, and their horses keeping the knights charging strong on the battlefields.

Asier passes many men and women of Parrence as he transverses along the outer tents. Whilst not many women fought in battle, they served a great use in cooking, making camp, and keeping the supplies running. It also encouraged the men, knowing they would have to stand up proud for their womenfolk behind the lines, whilst those without may find solace in those interested in providing them with their last meal. He politely declines various generous offers to become a real ‘Man of Arcel’, a term that was starting to spread on the tongues of folk. The King in his wisdom has decreed to expand the nobility by ennobling those who have proven merit and valour in their duties. This has greatly expanded the officer classes within the armies in preparation for this upcoming war with the Eskandr, one which was probably far sooner than any had foreseen. Whilst this is a great honour to any who have been chosen, it had resulted in some mockery from both the existing nobility and peasant classes as wild rumours spread that Arcel has even taken after a late Avincian Emperor and appointed his prized stallion Coursevent as head of the Grande Armée. Asier merely shakes his head as he slows down to a trod as he begins to find the directions to where he was supposed to be.

“Oi, get ya horsies out of ‘ere”, a pudgy Parrench watchman seems to be making his big stand at the entrance as he makes his way to the nobles’ area. “Ya dirty horsemen should know better by now, ya stables are over there”. Whilst Asier is used to such treatment as a Tourrare, however he is surprised at how vigilant this one appears to be around his presence. “My presence is required…”, as he speaks, he was cut sharp again “Your presence is in those stables over there, under orders of Ser Pair-Pee-Nyaw”. It seems that was met by a timely chortle from the encampment as a bunch of knights around a smirking blond looked on. The watchman was getting more flustered with the laughter, getting more handsy as he started to try to shove the horse to the direction of the stables. Asier sighed as he dismounted, his travelling clothes did not do much for his image of nobility, as he guided the horses to the stable.

Collab: Arnaud @YummyYummy

Heavy footsteps reverberated throughout the small portion of the camp Asier found himself in. Familiar steps, too. None had quite a stride like this one, and nothing could ever stop it. The same man that talked down to Asier became noticeably quiet when he took notice of the hulking piece of metal, wielding a massive axe over his shoulder and a featureless helm that hid his entire head, making his way to the stables. There was no intention of sneaking up to the Lion Knight, quite the contrary, he wanted to be noticed! ”T’jours aussi mal élevé, vieux chat.” a thick accent accompanied this otherwise correct Parrench, one that none would recognize if the hadn’t ventured far north, ”J’dois t’apprendre les bonnes MANIÈRES!” raising his hand opposite of the one on his axe’s pole, he’d aim to descend it down upon Asier’s shoulder once close enough. This would break his arm if it actually hit, but both men knew how this would go down.

Asier grinned widely at the sound of the voice, as he seemed to duck his shoulder at the last moment, the use of the thunder gift making it look more effortless than it should have been as he slips out of the way seemingly for the display, “Merci, great one… but this camp cannot suffer too much after it has just been built. The foundations have shook, the womenfolk frightened, and the chickens have escaped the coop”. He takes an opportunity to circle around to gaze up into the featureless helmet of the goliath, showing that massive grin, “Manners maketh man… are we going to stand around all day, or are we going to fight?” The lion bares his claws as he tugs three throwing knives between his fingers.

The missed smack left quite the blast of air pressure in its wake. A light show of the Force magic Aheri could use with little to no effort. The wooden planks below were bent and dust accumulated in the air around them, ”HAH!” Arnaud was amused, ”I would say none is more mindful of manners than Ser Arnaud Maobe.” a few more titters came from his helmet that he’d then remove with both his hands, ”Although since you’re offering,” a bearded, long haired man with old, pale tattoos on his face emerged from this unveiling, although he lacked the piercings he once kept proudly on his features, ”I’d love nothing more than to clash again with the Southern Lion.” he smiled a toothy grin, although he didn’t have many teeth to begin with, ”It has been too long, Asier- No, Ser Arsling.” and with titles respected, he’d hold his axe once more and bang the pommel to the ground, causing some light and harmless seismic activity, ”His Majesty the King awaits you, Lion of Tourrare.”

Asier grabs hold of Aheri’s hand and pulls in him, as much as anyone could,“Vieux taureau hargneux”, gripping tight as he embraces him, the other hand smacking upon his back. “Too long, my brother. For now our fight must be put to rest till we have taken care of these Eskandr folk. Hope you won’t be dying on me, or will have to come and drag you out of the afterlife.”, he returns the five finger salute to signify receipt of the king’s commands. “Pardon, now must dress pretty for the King”.

For such a burly man to be taken into a brotherly embrace, one had to have courage. To have it reciprocated with a tap of his own on Asier’s back was tempting fate. The now jovial Arnaud returned the feelings abundantly, ”I am unkillable.” he boldly claims, ”Not even you could kill me.” he then takes a step back and sets the helmet back on, ”Let us meet the King with haste. The more dangerous-looking men around, the safer the boys in the brass feel.”


Now dressed in his blues, Asier made his way in time for the speech, nodding towards his fellow knights as he passed them. Some of these warriors have fierce reputations which rival or exceed his own, not backing out of using the opportunity to look out for these individuals for greetings on the way to their seat. He had a big interest in meeting Ser De Solenne, another ‘Man of Arcel’, not wanting to waste an opportunity to encounter him, though the reputation of the Paladin of Oraphe proceeds him too. He would go amiss with his daughter who insisted on him meeting Dame De la Saumure and take an opportunity to greet her, Maëlle latched onto those tales with fervour and passion, whilst he would prefer her to take after Lady Chalamet. He eventually settled into his seat for the prayers.


After a dutiful sign of the pentad after the prayers, he followed the others summoned to meet King Arcel at the gathered war council as he listened to the plans to battle the Eskandr at the beaches. It was a solid plan where lessons were learnt at Sarnia, a distastor, where the Parrench held themselves in the garrison as the Zuyr raiders were allowed to secure themselves a camp on the beach. As he examined the map, there was an opportunity which seemed not to have been exploited. “Lord King, if we quickly lead a small expeditionary force to the Cape here”, finger indicating Cape Redame, “We have a good opportunity to provide them a warm Parrench welcome before they reach our shores”. Asier stands up, indicating with his hands some urgency, “Pardon, now must prepare. Those willing, join on your horses shortly as we make great haste.” The Lion gives the five finger salute towards the King before parting, changing into his battlegear then riding out with two of his horses.



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