As the Firelight Dies [Closed]

[Saskia]

 

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 The people of Londiminium hold many stories of the Adventurers, doom-driven immortals of foreign soul and blood. Those who have been claimed to be touch by the very Gods themselves. Often it had been spoken that the sudden appearance of these alien inhabitants marked the dawn of a new era. Even those who had a dark and cloudy past would play a vital role in becoming the key to a bright future, however there are even subjects within the city walls whose loyalty to their lords pale in comparison to their desire for power.

The enchanting bard coughed once in the loud tavern, and the loud conversation died down. He was beginning to tell the tale that all present had been waiting to hear. The man took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

His eyes rolled across the room as his fingers scraped against the rough stubble of his five o’ clock shadow.

“Lord Farion, these two...there were separate from the others that were infected. Our reports say they were held in the basement below in the cellar while the other hostages that were contaminated were quartered on the upper decks.” the young, broad shouldered werecat soldier said. His hold on the list of captives marked for a merciful killing began to falter as a eerie feeling ran through the air. The werecat glanced, half-worried at the unusually tall human male, yet could quite easily be mistaken for an Half-alv given his posture and presence as a scholar. In front of him and also of an average height...some she-elf of some sort, the werecat hadn’t quite placed her. Both of them had this burning fire in their eyes that linked their disparate physical forms.

“It doesn’t matter..” the noble warden lieutenant from Stratford snapped in response. She glared at the werecat angrily, and the werecat’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Well!?”

The werecat sighed and turned his attention to the first human. The werecat looked up to look the man in the eyes. “By the divines, you could be one hell of a swordsman. The werecat grunted. The human stared at him for a moment, and the edges of the man’s lip tugged upward into a smile. “Sorry, anyways, who are you?”

The human sighed. “Lucius Ashcroft. Mother was a human, father was an half-alv. My mother was a giant, that’s where the height comes from,” the man joked, smiling even in the face of death. His hazel eyes sparkled good naturedly for a moment before his matted dirty blonde hair fell across them to obscure his soul once again.

While the werecat wrote this information down, he could barely hear the warden commander, Malfius Medrano, reprimanding or gloating towards the leader of the elitist cult of Heretics. He was asking about how many of the group were initially under his command and how many innocent lives he would no longer be allowed to corrupt.

The werecat resumed his duties and turned his head slightly to the woman. “And you?” He asked, hoping that this one would be as easy to catalog as the man.

“What do you think?” The ash haired woman spat.

The lieutenant behind the werecat sneered and backhanded the woman into the ground. “You will answer when you are told to!” she shouted. She added in a kick to the elf’s midsection before letting the werecat take over again.

“Gah, ha!” the jade eyed elf gurgled, torn between pain and laughter. “You’re just going to kill me anyways, why should I tell you who I am?” The woman’s eyes glanced towards the Stratford Warden representative present at the executions.

The werecat looked over at Gwenduial, a renkowned Warden commander , elven as well, who established a zero tolerance policy for those even with a minute miasma deficiency. They were sent off like lambs to the slaughter. She had the look of a cold hearted wench that hated heretics based upon “Warden Supremacy”. The werecat bet that the elven prisoner was hoping that because the woman was elven as well that she would try to save the elf from an execution. That woman didn’t even receive a return glance from Gwenduial.

The human prisoner leaned down to help the elf up, but was quickly shoved away by the lieutenant. “No contact between prisoners,” she snapped. The Werecat sighed internally. It was a rule, but he doubted Lucius had a knife or two tucked up his rugged burlap sleeves.

Lucius stood straight and followed the Captain’s directions to stand in the line for the execution. “Let’s try this again,” the werecat said, looking down at the elf woman. “Who are you?”

“I’m a Dwarf,” she spat. “What do you think?”

“We won’t ask nicely again,” the werecat warned.

“Caused you asked nicely so far, Stratford scum?” the woman retorted. The werecat just glared into her fiery eyes for a few moments, as she relented. “Whatever, half-alv, elven mix. Thera Direnni.”

“Thank you,” The werecat sighed while he wrote the woman’s name and race down. She staggered to her feet and felt her ash white hair mixing with the blood of a wound caused by the lieutenant. Her cold green eyes flashed with an emerald anger, but she followed Lucius with only a few mutterings about the Stratford bastards.

“Get down,” the headsmen commanded. The tall harbringer of doom kicked the back of Lucius’ knee and the man went down. He shrugged and placed his neck gingerly on the chopping block.

“Jeez, don’t lose your head,” Lucius joked while he laid still. Lucius sighed and closed his eyes to accept his fate.
“Then it happened. “ The Bard in the tavern frowned as he continued his storytelling.

“The young woman started whispering mystical incantations in her elvish tongue. Before we know it she’s already hijacked the headsmen’s mind. The miasma that slowly flooded into him sickened his brain and drove him mad. It was too unexpected for any of us to react. Before the white cloud of air could espace her lips as she gasped, the lieutenant that vexed the elvish woman had lost her head and burst into anima dust. “

“The prisoners cheered an revolted and the woman had cast a curtain of pitch blackness to mask her movements under the cloak of shadow.. It only took us a few moments to slay the rebels. But the woman, and the one who called himself Lucius...they were nowhere to be found among the bodies. Even our finest trackers lost their trail, all that could be said was that the trail went cold somewhere south of the Sarum Frontier. “

“If there was ever a lesson we learned that day, it was to never underestimate the power of those snake eyed heretics. If you ever see a strange woman with unkempt ivory hair and emerald eyes, beware her. For she’s a deceptive snake who will manipulate and deceive you. “

The Bard pulled out a wanted poster that listed a bounty of the woman and nailed it to a wooden board that held a list of contracts available to the city.

Saskia sat in her silver elegant battle raiment and turned her gaze to glance over at the face of the wanted criminal as the murmurs from the patrons began to slowly escalate. It seemed that their were few who had the heart to undergo the task and frankly, Saskia had more to handle than to go chasing after a random criminal. She did however find the story enthralling and informative about the current events going on between the Stratford Wardens and the jaded Heretics.

She continued to nurse her lips with fine white wine, having returned from a rather tiresome journey in the Windsor Greatwoods. Truth be told, she was looking for a more cheerful tone of scenery, finding herself a bit disgruntled with the gloomy aura the man’s story cast out on the tavern. Her mind began to reflect upon how Bailin was acting so emotionally distant and how some of the greater powers that once stood the test of time had now faded into the mist. Perhaps it was a natural thing for gamers to do, but when it was a matter of livelihood and forming a new family, Saskia knew those tight bonds mattered.

She silently appreciated the fact that her own family was growing and that they had enough gold in their coffers to final renovate a major guild hall of their own. A military base known as the British Royal Naval Academy. Quite the worthy piece of real estate to host and a training ground and headquarters for their operations.

What they had in prowess in martial combat, they lacked in scholars and masters of the arcane. There were of course, a few exceptions to this rule. Given that one of their more distinguished member, Darko, was a mage of many talents and the enchanter Myrddin was quite clever in his tactics. They seemed to lack a solid foundation of people knowledgeable in the mystical arts for them to make solid units to deploy on expeditions further out beyond into undiscovered realms.

Many beasts in the higher echelon of the bestiary were easily able to abate physical assaults and the only way to conquer their defenses was to be a master of the elements. Perhaps she would find the talent she was seeking in the untapped jewels of Londiminum.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Valkyria Empress Armor Set
ABILITIES USED: Quick Swap
Words: 1564
Post Theme Song: Jini



TAGS: @eleri

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Jacoben HP: 100% MP: 100%

"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."

Jacoben sat sipping at the small glass of liqueur that he had ordered, the spiced whiskey based substance sending a trail of fire down his gullet with every small mouthful to settle warmly in his belly as he listened half-heartedly to a bard across the room spin some tale or other about a particularly notorious individual that the Foxtail had no intention of ever coming across. He was feeling oddly lonely which is why he had ventured out to the tavern in the first place, finding a small measure of comfort in simply being around a group of people even if he wasn't participating in the socialisation personally.

Jane had vanished for a time, doing who knows what with whatever person the Guardian had decided to spend time with this time. Zyrune had gone off on an adventure somewhere, and Tadashi....well, Jacoben wasn't exactly sure what was going on with Tadashi, but he hadn't seen the lander in quite some time. And that was the extent of his social circle, three people over the course of a year in this world. It would have been funny if it weren't so sad.

He needed to expand his social circle, and break out of his self-imposed isolation more than he currently was. Tadashi and Zyrune were a start, and his current project with Bailin was also a good beginning for the new and improved Jacoben but it was still only the very beginning and he needed to look at ways to further expand his social network. Not only that, but he couldn't just stay isolated in the little crafting workshop he rented churning out piece of work after piece of work for nobody but himself. That was no way to grow as an Artisan or a person, so he had yet another incentive to be bolder in his life.

And yet here he was, silently drinking morosely and wondering where those few people he connected with were. He couldn't help but feel somewhat abandoned, especially after finally having hope for the first time that he could remember, and without that foundational support the idea of going out on his own seemed not only difficult but incredibly daunting. So he sat and he drank and he tried not to let his own dark and self-depreciating thoughts overwhelm him. He probably shouldn't have been drinking in such a mood, but he couldn't bring himself to care about that when he was feeling as emotionally low as he was right now.

Listening as the bard's tail turned to music the Foxtail Sorcerer flicked his tail agitatedly and downed his drink in one gulp, eyes sliding shut at the intense heat the alcohol brought to his innards as he contemplated leaving and going to find something to do to distract him better than drinking did. A few moments consideration had him gesturing to the bartender for the rest of the bottle so he could drink at his leisure rather than have to keep ordering a new drink when he decided to finish the small glass quickly.

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Word Count: 510
Tags: Saskia

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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The tavern seemed to slowly shift to a more slightly jubiliant tone after the bard had left. Something about people drowning their worries in liquor and a fine meal always seemed to do the trick. Servants came dressed to kill as their exposed busts allured the captivated gaze of a less than honorable gentleman in a means to extort tips for the service of providing a little eye candy and some food for the soul. Such tricks really didn’t do much for Saskia however, though the bartender was a rather handsome fair skinned elf with platinum blonde hair. He seemed like a man out of a fairy tale. Most elves seemed to have this deep sense of mysticism that Saskia found outright dreamy.

Saskia bit her lip softly as she looked toward the hearth, reflecting on her previous life in the real world when she would be hit on by all the rich boys in high society back in Gloucestorshire. It had been quite sometime since she had even visited an upscale lounge or had a little slice of Mediterranean heaven upon the rooftop of some fine restaurant.

Even the look of the food the building served was foreign in contrast to the gourmet dishes and fine delicacies she had grown accustomed to when she lived her privileged lifestyle.

Still, when the waiter came around to her table to pick up dishes, he chuckled at how the whole plate was picked clean. Food no longer had to be coated with the essence of luxury to be appreciated. There were occasions in which the rugged warrior had to go a day or two without few while voyaging out in the wilderness. Most of her journeys she endured alone or with the company of a few others that had been moving their way up the ranks. Sure, Saskia had made her climb up to the higher levels of a single class, but she still had this insatiable hunger to continue to grow.

She looked up from her glass and paced her thoughts as she caught sight of someone familiar. Saskia met a lot of people in the cities and upon battlefields, but she was certain their was something distinct about the individual that stood out to her, despite the fact that he was among a few of the silver haired fox tail men she encountered. ‘Oh, right....those eyes.’ She said as she recalled when sh had gazed into them.

“Wasn’t he with Zyrune...?” Saskia whispered quietly to herself as she tried to make certain. She watched him for a few moments as he continued to nurse his drink. It didn’t seem like he had come with anyone, and the wy he was drinking didn’t seem to be in a cheerful manner. Saskia figured he was probably just bored and looking for something to come along and spice up the night. So she decided she would go say hi and see how he was doing and maybe have a chat before she left.

The clap of her heels across the wooden board resonated throughout the bar as she advanced. She couldn’t be sure he would remember her after the one battle alone that they shared.

She slid over onto the chair next to him and leaned forward, holdin the drink she had brought with her.

“Hey, aren’t you Zyrune’s friend? You seen him around? I haven’t heard from him. It’s like he won Britiain’s Next Top Model after that last fashion trend in the woods and forgot all about me...” Saskia joked as a way to break the ice. “You two were friends right? I remember you...you were the gu who shoved the stick through those fox things...I still don’t get how an adorable fox tail can be so cruel to his fox cousins...”

Saskia chuckled to herself to try to ease the vibe. Though they were only barely acquaintances, she liked to try to maintain the friendly manner.

“I don’t remember if we ever got around to doing real introductions, but I’m Saskia, in case you may have forgot..I think we met in the Moon Dance Forest...”

“So, what you been getting into lately? Besides basking in fine drink...” Saskia smirked.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Valkyria Empress Armor Set
ABILITIES USED: None.
Words: 703
Post Theme Song: Jini



TAGS: @eleri

template by caesar

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Jacoben HP: 100% MP: 100%

"Any treasure you obtain without ever having to work for it is no treasure at all."

A sudden voice broke him out of his morose contemplations, one which sounded somewhat familiar and invoked the name of one of the people he had just been thinking about. The silver haired Foxtail turned towards the speaker, his dual coloured eyes taking a moment to register just who it was that was talking to him. "Oh, Miss Saskia, I wasn't expecting to meet you here," he greeted uncertainly, hand grasping at his drink reflexively though he wasn't quite sure if he was going to actually take a sip.

"I haven't seen him for a while now, I think he went off on another adventure without telling anyone. It seems to be something he does from time to time," he answered, taking a sip of his drink as he tried not to think too deeply on that particular matter.

His face reddened as she brought up his actions the first time they had met, "I wasn't about to let them hurt anybody," the Sorcerer stated defensively, frowning as he remembered the particular incident being mentioned, "one of them was attacking your horse too remember..." Maybe he hadn't needed to be quite so defensive, but he couldn't help but take it as a criticism for how he had acted during the fight.

He turned away slightly as he realised that she had just been joking around with him, further embarrassment colouring his cheek as his tail drooped slightly behind him. It was just like him to take something like this the wrong way and then cause some sort of issue with the person who he was talking to. Frowning to himself the Sorcerer hung his head slightly and took another sip of his drink as he tried to overcome the near crippling sense of anxiety that was beginning to build up in him at the turn the conversation had taken.

He didn't want to be like this anymore, but it was so hard to push past the issues that had been part of his life for as long as he could remember. He was getting better though, he had to be, because he wasn't going to let his anxiety take hold of him the way it had before.

"Jacoben Imble, my name that is..." the Foxtail stammered as he tried to straighten out his defensive posture, making the effort not to block off the potential social situation as he normally would have done. He didn't want Saskia to think that he was intentionally being anti-social. "I haven't been doing all that much really, I don't generally leave Londinium unless it's to travel to Stratford. Mostly I've been working on my crafting, but I seem to have hit a period of no inspiration...." he trailed off here, thinking that perhaps that had to do with the fact that he had basically been left alone for quite some time. Zyrune was who knew where, Tadashi had gone off for a while too, and who knew what Jane was up to at this point in time.

"But what brings such an important person as you here, Miss Saskia?" Jac inquired, trying to move away from the less pleasant thoughts that were circling in his mind.

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Word Count: 531
Tags: Saskia

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.