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Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 16, 2023 8:41:11 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
He had once again ended up in trouble. He had no idea what he had done wrong, but apparently these people held a grudge - and a big one. "One, two, three, four, isn't this a little unfair?" he asked, chuckling nervously. They surrounded him at first, asked him to surrender his belongings.. but he had close to nothing except for his lute! He did give them the few coins he had gained by singing, but it was clearly not enough for them, they thought it a joke. Probably because of his clothes? They were undoubtedly well kept, but.. that was done with magic, needle and thread. Certainly not with coin.
And so he was forced to escape, or try to.
He did not remember if he had any power that could help him out of the situation, but at least he could try. So he attempted to strum a melody on his lute to calm them down or at least confuse them, but as soon as he struck the first chord one of his assailants took the instrument from his hands and threw it on the ground. "My lute!" he almost shouted, attempting to catch it, but the man pushed him backwards onto a wall instead. "I would worry about myself if I were you."
He was not a magician. He was not a warrior. He was only a bard, and an archer, and an office worker. He tried to focus, to check in the aether currents whether he could find an escape route. Then he suddenly remembered. He could teleport. Considering he was not sure to have an anchor point for somewhere far away, he had to teleport somewhere nearby, and hope that it would be enough to confuse the assailants. So he focused, and teleported right behind them, and next to his now half broken lute. He picked it up and started running, hanging it on his shoulders, then he summoned his bow and aimed towards them. His aim was not to harm them, but to slow them down and grant to himself a swift escape, so he went for a repelling shot, infusing his aether in the arrow. As it hit the floor just one step in front of his assailants, it emitted a shockwave that moved the men a few yalms backwards, startling them.
Then he started running again. Too bad he was not a very quick runner either - he could walk for miles and miles without being tired, but running? He could only run from Hades, and only because his friend let him. He was not too surprised when one of them grabbed him by a wrist and pulled him backwards. As he tried to break free, he looked around. Perhaps there was a kind soul around who could give him a hand?
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
She needed a moment to come to terms with her new reality, to not think about her purpose and duty for a single day and instead try to enjoy the fact She lived once more. She had earned the rest in her eyes for what she had done. The answers for the Original Sin and the mysteries of what happened at Phoenix gate could wait and she would be most unwise to make demands or requests to anyone in this new world on the assumption they understood the Phoenix and respected it the way the Undying or those in Rosaria did.
For now taking a walk would serve well to clear her head and process the events without spending all day planning like she was in Sanbreque again.
Looking at her reflection in the water of a canal her mind wondered on the day she returned to Rosalith. What did Aryandel find in her report so significant to him alone ? Why did he have so little faith in Clive's ability to learn from her ? His talents clearly rested in his swordsmanship, but that didn't mean he could not learn some of her and use the blessing of the Phoenix in more refined ways!
The thought bothered her, but not as much as the footsteps which stopped behind her instead of going on about their day like the rest who walked by. "Your Majesty..." The voice called to her. 'I can't even walk around in this world without being mistaken for nobility because of my cloak even for a day ?' She thought in frustration.
She usually enjoyed when someone mistook her for nobility. While working in Sanbreque relying on the assumption of others she was someone with authority over them was of great us in the last week leading up to the Remembrance ceremony. Part of her enjoyed that day mayhaps a little too much, the feeling being respected by those around her. "...don't you think you should grant us some of your wealth out of your genenerous heart ?" For the moment however she wanted only to be left alone with her thoughts, no matter how much she might enjoy it on any other day.
She took a deep breath and sighed before lifting her head slightly to speak. "I shall do my best to consider it." She said before turning around to the sight of not some lone resident of the city who had nothing better to do than bother her, but four peoples who seemed to be waiting for her generosity. It immediately made her be more alert as even if these were mere thiefs there were still four of them far too close for her comfort and there were far too many innocent peoples around for her liking if they choose to be foolish about this.
She took a quick glance at each of them before placing her back firmly towards the water. "I believe all four of you have been valuable and hard working citizens of our nation and i will reward each and every one of you." While she talked she slowly moved her hands behind her back. Her right hand holding onto the hilt of her dagger under her cloak and her left hand to hide from sight the brightness of the circle of fire which appeared in the palm of her hand every time she used her flames this way instead of casting from her palm.
"You and you alone can weigh your worth in coin. Have you even considered your worth ?" As she spoke she conjured 3 small orbs of fire in front of each of them at her chest's height in a line. Their purpose was not to take their lives or harm them seriously. They were conjured to discourage them from getting ideas and to separate them from herself in some way. What worked great as they quickly took steps away from the flames hovering in place.
She thought about doing more to convince them to leave her be, but she was not about to tax herself for some thieves. Of course those who decided to stay around and watch like she was doing this for their entertainment were a concern as well. She could do a lot more to ensure their safety, but the idea of giving herself a headache or making her nose bleed again by taxing herself over strangers who were foolish enough to put themselves in harm's way was not inviting.
"You may consider your free will a gift from my heart." All but one of them understood what to do with their free will. Staring at the flames she conjured long after the other three left. likely out of fear or curiosity. While the other orbs faded she allowed him to look at the ones he was so captivated by without a word.
"Thank you...your grace." The young man finally said once they made eye contact and he realized he had been looking at the orbs between them for more than a minute and still lived.
She turned back to the water without bothering with him. She was certain he was thankful for his life after today and would choose a better path.
Conjuring the feather once more into her hand to reassure herself of Joshua's health and the fact he was alive she could not help but feel bothered about the fact the other three might not be so wise. Looking at its gentle glow she closed her eyes as the words she spoke to Aryandel came to her mind 'Do they not deserve the choice to wake up to a brighter dawn ?'
Closing her hand and making both the feather and the remaining orbs fade into ambers which quickly faded she took hurried steps in search of them befor they found someone else. Surely they were still close by.
Walking for a few minutes she found not who she looked for but a far more urgent sight as she turned a corner of a small street to see a man clearly having a misunderstanding with others...this was not something her nature or duty allowed her to ignore.
As she too her initial steps towards them she took a deep breath just in case they had weapons on them unlike those she encountered minutes before her right hand found the hilt of her dagger once more.
"What is it you seek to gain from such a man ?" She called out to get their attention from the direction they were chasing the man towards just moments before. Even without looking closely she saw he had not much of value so surely the issue went beyond coin. "Did he hurt someone you hold dear? Did he say something wrong?" As she slowly walked up to the group her eye carefully looked over each of them. It was clear they didn't view her as a threat by the lack of action against her beyond a warning to leave from one of them who had the intention to come to her. "What is it you want from this world ?."
She stopped as she raised her left hand towards the man, ambers quickly gathered into a flame. Without a word casting fire towards them what suddenly faded in a blink of an eye before it would reach him. Not because she choose to not harm him ,but because of the faint sense of pain she felt in her hand. Causing her to take her eyes off of him and her thoughts from following through with her magic.
'From such fundamental use ?' It was not a good sign that she was already being strained by such basic and practiced uses of her flames. And feeling pain no less instead of a numbness what should manifest long before any pain as the sign to not strain herself further. She believed she would be fine, but it was clear she needed more time to rest after what happened.
As her mind returned to the problem in front of her she saw that If nothing else she earned their attention and the shock of the man who seemingly was busy rethinking his life choices as he looked at her. The flames fading from her palm and she lowered her hand to her side to try resolve this without pain for both them and herself. "Please, value your life. Let him walk to me."
It was a heartfelt request as she had nothing more than her dagger with her. What still worried her after the dragoon and made her feel uneasy in the moment as the memory was not a pleasant one. And she would rather not suffer the pain it would take safely walk to him in light of her present state.
The choice was not hers to make unless the bard does something foolish and forces her hand.
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 19, 2023 16:22:38 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
Looking around in the desperate search for aid, Hythlodaeus saw an unfamiliar soul coming closer. He stopped to look at it for a moment before his attention was captured by the man holding his wrist once again: as he tightened the grip, the bard winced in pain and attempted to use his free hand to loosen it. Needless to say, he did not manage to - until someone captured their attention, allowing him to finally break free. The lavender-haired ancient did not run away -he could not even if he wanted to, and that he knew full well- but he massaged his own wrist with a slightly bothered expression. "Heavens.." he muttered, before moving his gaze to meet the woman's figure.
He witnessed her gather fire-aspected aether and then turn it into a flame, that darted towards her target, but Hythlodaeus's eyes focused on her soul instead of her magic. Made curious by the very peculiar composition of the same, he raised his eyebrows in a slightly surprised expression. He had never seen anything like that. Yes, souls did tend to lean more towards one element than the others, but this looked.. so oddly balanced, for how unbalanced it was.
He forced himself to look away, not wanting to seem rude, and looked once again at the man standing before him, as the others seemed quite unsure about what to do. The man was looking at the woman. He emitted something similar to a growl, then stared at the bard as if he wanted to kill him. He had not answered the woman's questions before, and only took one hesitant step back after her request. So Hythlodaeus took a few steps backwards himself, trying to get closer to the woman. "I am sorry for the trouble, milady." He said, then he addressed the man again. "May I at least ask why you were still following me? I have given you all the money I had. What have I done to upset you?" He was still walking backwards. As an answer, the man ran towards him and grabbed him by the neck of his clothes. "You slept with my wife, that's what you've done!"
The bard was completely taken aback by the man's words. Judging by his soul, he was telling the truth. But he was definitely wrong. "You are.. convincing, for sure, but this is very unlikely. I can assure you I haven't been in bed with someone in... Well, eons." Replied the ancient. "And.." he hesitated for a moment. He had a feeling it would not end well.. but he had to try. "And... I am in love with someone." "With her, of course!" "No, I-" but before he could finish his sentence the man hit him with a punch right on his cheek. He had seen his intention, so at least he managed to reduce the strength of the blow by moving his head slightly, but it still hurt. "Please, listen. I am in love with-" This time he actually managed to break free from his grasp before the second punch could hit.
"Heavens, I am in love with a man!" He blurted out in the end, rubbing his sore cheek. "And I have been for the last few millenia! Well, more, probably. You have nothing to fear from me, you only have the wrong person." It was rare for him to lose his smile, but this misunderstanding in particular got under his skin very quickly. And the surprised expression on the man's face quickly faded into an amused grin. "Oh? Listen to this pink-haired freak! That's even worse." He was soon followed by his friends with one comment or the other about his sexuality, or even his gender. Apparently, his delicate features were reason for mockery. Something on the lines of "a woman with a man's voice or a man with a woman's face" or hints about what would happen after "bending over".
Hythlodaeus took one deep breath, then turned around. He wanted to walk away together with the woman, but he was pulled backwards by the braided hair and slammed onto a wall. As that same man focused on him, the other three men walked in between the woman and the other two. "Well, guess we can have fun with her instead. She's here anyway.." said one of them. But no, he truly had more than enough of the whole lot of them. He sighed. He really did not want to resort to violence. But. He would not let that person end up in harm's way because of him. "No you won't-" he muttered, but before he could do anything he felt The man pull on his hair again. "Think about yourself."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
As frustrating as captain Alexander was when she first met him after the Remembrance Ceremony she found his words on the Iron Kingdom held more truth than she realized at the time. No matter how mindless men could be at times they were never without their primal instincts.
Most men only saw what was in front of them. They cared for themselves, not their kingdom. What meant they could be deceived easily if one knew simple things that could be learned through patience and observation. Claiming she had authority and influence over those they feared while giving extensive details of their sins in the company of Ariandel and a few bearers of light was often enough to ensure they believed her words and did as she told them be they organized bandits or unfortunate men in a position valuable to her intelligence.
Seeing the man who reminded her of the shadows of The Phoenix take steps towards her she knew for certain calling on her flame and disturbing it's quiet slumber was not nescessary if he was allowed such freedom. These four men were not observant enough to be a threat. "I am sorry for the trouble, milady." While his garb seemed similar to that of the Undying it was rare any of them spoke to her this way. Ariandel was the only shadow of The Phoenix who addressed her as "milady". Watching the man close the distance between them to grab him by the neck of his robe, than answer his question with: "You slept with my wife, that's what you've done!" She couldn't decide whether to chuckle at how childish it was or shake her head at how far men could fall without guidance. Her serious expression was replaced by joy for a moment as she smiled. 'They truly are like children sometimes.'
"You are.. convincing, for sure, but this is very unlikely. I can assure you I haven't been in bed with someone in... Well, eons." Why he was still arguing was beyond her, words did little when it came to The Iron Kingdom's men and the men surrounding him were no different. "And... I am in love with someone." "With her, of course!" "No, I-" She averted her eyes as the man punched him. Not because of the sight of violence,but because of the memory her flame remembered clearly. The day her flame felt the need to care for another and became more than a blade of the Phoenix.
Seeing him break free from the man's hold only to continue arguing with someone who punched him twice she felt the need to warn them. 'Their ignorance wouldn't listen.' She thought to herself before turning away from the group slightly and looked up towards the sky while they mocked him "Founder, How far have they fallen from your shining Rosalith ?" Having seen how high they could fly given a purpose and faith in Greagor's light she wondered what would she do with these men in her place. 'This wasn't what you fought for, they must be more than this.'
Turning her head back towards the group to witness man turn towards her than be pinned to the wall moments later didn't bother her flame, still her mind could never forget the fear in Catherine's eyes in that moment she felt her flame's need to protect her. "Well, guess we can have fun with her instead. She's here anyway.." She knew the man behind the other three deserved to understand his own nature. These men on the other hand still deserved a choice in both her and Greagor's eyes.
She took a second to think on her words before she faced them. "Think about yourself." She repeated the man's words clearly to them before she held a deliberate pause, allowing them to realize it while she raised her palm, gathering the smallest amount of eather she could and turn into a tiny orb. "Everything dear to your hearts..." She continued as the flame she conjured lifted from her hand to float forward ever slightly in front of her chest. Her kind tone slowly turned into one filled with pity as she spoke. "Every moment of joy and love. Why throw it all away for this ? You could be so much more than what you are now, You need only step aside and fulfill your dreams."
Her eyes found the two men behind them. "What is it you want from this life ?"
She owed The Founder this much, to allow these men to make their own choice. Blinking away the pity she felt towards him, her right hand moved behind her to find the hilt of her dagger under her cloak. The flame before her moved above her left shoulder after her second step towards the three of them while the emotions she once held were replaced by concentration and focus on both them and her flame. 'In the cold of these nights we look to you, to save us from darkness and guide us towards light.' She owed it to Greagor to grant them a quick end.
Post by Hythlodaeus on May 4, 2024 17:40:10 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
No matter how hard he tried, Hythlodaeus could not reach that man with his words. He despised violence and was also quite terrible at fighting, so he would have liked to not be forced to.. but he was not completely without defences. He just really, really did not want to. In the end, though, he finally gave up the faint hope of getting away without collisions in the very moment he heard the man's 'colleagues' talk about 'having fun' with the lady. These people would not listen even if the truth had been right in front of their eyes. Hythlodaeus felt fire-aspected aether stirring and saw it with the corner of his eye, as it gathered in the lady's palm, and sighed.
He did not have the strength to break free once again, and he did not know whether he could still use his abilities to their full length, but the very least he could do at that point was try anything at all, so he closed his eys and focused on the flow of aether within and around him. He had done it just a few moments before, after all, had he not? He took a deep breath and finally let himself flow into it, riding the current: in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into thin air, only to appear once again quite a few steps away. As the man looked around to find him, clearly confused, the bard summoned his bow and nocked an arrow.
He heard the lady's voice once again. She had asked that same question moments before and had been ignored, but now it seemed like her words finally went through. It could have been because of her fire, because of her tone, or perhaps because of her words, but a strong indecision pervaded the men's souls. They did not want to fight her anymore - on the contrary, they slowly walked backwards. Hythlodaeus did not wait to see whether they would run away, though, as he locked eyes with the man who had attacked him.
That man was desperate, at that point. Furious and desperate. Perhaps he understood he had been wrong all along, and now only wanted someone to take everything out on. When Hythlodaeus read the intention behind his charge, when he saw the desperate hope staining the color of his soul, he made a decision: after infusing aether into his arrow, he aimed at the man's shoe with millimetric precision, pinning its sole to the ground. The man lost his balance as his foot slid out of the shoe, and eventually fell onto the ground. Just for good measure, Hythlodaeus shoot another two arrows onto his clothes, so that he would be pinned to the ground for a little while. "I am truly sorry." he said, quickly walking past him and towards the lady.
"Let us go somewhere safe, milady, before I thank you properly for your aid." he told her, extending a hand with his usual, gentle smile curving his slips just slightly. "I would not want to be here when he breaks free, nor to be forced into a fight to the bitter end." If she took his hand, he would lead the lady to an inn nearby - the same inn he was walking back to when those men first found him.
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
