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Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 20, 2024 16:50:33 GMT -6
Whilst the denizens of this small market fled in a mixture of fear and example, the two men stared each other down. At first, there was a pause, a window of grace where Ardyn would let this flagrant protector say his piece, as per the script between a hero and their villain would dictate, of course. But then he mentioned their blood ties— that urged a cant of the head as he’d tilt it to the side whilst a brow was offered in curiosity. Why single out such a detail? True, ambered orbs widened at the crystalline emergence of the man’s weapon, but he was no king of old or even the prophesied chosen one either— just another bacterium belonging to the same ilk. What was he hoping to accomplish? Perhaps to spark the flames of that dark tempest? Whoever they were, it did indeed get a rise out of the adagium… just not the one they were hoping for.
“How fascinating— you would condemn this city to ruin in the name of revenge?” The whirling thoughts that danced in his mind; from the tar black hole left in Aljana’s wake to the potential recuperation of the daemons he has since lost? This supposed kin was willing to incite the same chaos that once befell all of Eos? The interim of silence would be shattered by a hearty laugh. His head had reeled back to a small degree, lapping up this moment of utter amusement before looking back to the man. “Oh, perhaps we are family, after all.” His tone still registered hints of splendour and enjoyment over the irony. Are all the Lucis men so eager to sate their selfish desires, hells be damned to those around them?
“If you insist on this exchange, then I am afraid Aljana shall suffer the same fate Eos has, and yet… where I offer a pittance for their woes, you're adamant that I reenact such a horrid scene for our new audience.” Ardyn offered an intentionally patronising tut-tut and shake of the head shortly after his comment. In no world, whether this one or theirs, is Ardyn the cowering type. If he wanted to, Aljana could very well become the grotto for his daemons. But he relents, just as he relents from showing the difference between a morsel of the power of kings compared to the boon he has amassed and mastered.
To further emphasise this crucial difference, Ardyn once again turns around and breaks into a sloths pace, walking away with gestures to and fro as he adds, “Perhaps one should permit some caution into that swirling pool of indignation. Only the true king can smite this infernal form, after all— lest you wish to throw your life away and drag those dearest to you into the slaughter, as well.”
There was a sliver of hope the other lucian picked up on the implications of what his ineffable failure entails. Come what may, his life, the city of Aljana and any stragglers that flock to him, shall be on his head… and is he without a heart to weigh such heft?
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 12, 2024 20:30:28 GMT -6
Seeing the canteen emerging from his peripherals, the starscourge couldn’t help but observe it for a minute instance — whoever was offering it managed to approach Ardyn with scant little to give away their presence. Oh, the ponder he would stifle in the presence of a refreshing beverage, however. It was no wine, but that would only be sullied by the humid air that careens throughout the realm of Aljana, and he’s suffered the fires of Ifrit himself to make such a bold claim.
“Thank you,” replied Ardyn offering a small turn to face the kind soul alleviating his hydrated woes. Though pallid in the face, he didn’t think much before reciprocating the exchange by taking the aforementioned canteen from their person. “Unfortunately, I am without the means to afford a new attire, let alone contain it. But fret not, while such a task is infinitesimal, it might surprise you when I say this heat is not the worst I’ve suffered. Excuse me.”
Pardoning himself, he would spare the other from watching him quench his thirst, resulting in turning away for a while as he began loosening the lid off the canteen. But just as he was about to lift it, just as Ardyn would soon bask in the taste of that cool and delightfully refreshing glint of water, his body slowed to an absolute halt when he heard that name. Alas, the early ponder he stowed away reared itself with this newfound piece to the puzzle. No wonder Ardyn didn’t sense them, for they too were touched by the magic of old kings, which would explain that ghoulish pale countenance when they looked at one another… but what blasphemous irony— ailing he who plunged Eos into an endless night. Others might be racked with a pang of hesitation or even fear in such moments? But not Ardyn, no…
He smiled.
Lowering the canteen, his back remained facing the possible assailant. Such a brazen move for what could possibly transpire, and yet he so brazenly does so because of the numerous casualties that could get swept up in their heated exchange. Not only that, is this individual willing to drag everyone into this farce if it ultimately affords them nothing in the face of Ardyn’s potentially intact immortality? Cruel as he was, making an enemy of a city isn’t in his list of things… for now, at least. “Ah, I see how it is.” Ardyn’s words were calm yet so chillingly sterile from the usual emotions he employs, “Only a few were privy to that name— fewer acknowledging its existence. Even the late King Regis only knew me as the Adagium, the greatest and dirtiest secret the first king could not rid themselves of.”
“So, how shall this play out?” The question, tinged with a mellifluous tune he played so well into, was soon followed by Ardyn turning in full to face the fellow denizen of Eos as they would behold the smile held aloft even after the stark discovery. “While I am without desire to lay waste to this land, I cannot promise the wellbeing of these citizens should you wish to pursue a conflict.” Ardyn knew his words could be moot against the likes of this man… yet he, as the rest of these fine city folk, would pay to find out if he wanted to call the starscourge’s bluff.
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 11, 2024 5:16:20 GMT -6
Aljana — alas, Ardyn had finally found reprieve beyond the scorching sands and dilapidated structures scattered amongst the desert. Oh, the smile he heralds was akin to tasting the fineries that this realm offered, and that’s purely from the delight of being able to walk on pavement! He was accustomed to the passing glances, something Eos had in droves. But this was different since he was, as they call his ilk, an outlander. Oh yes, since his arrival, the former chancellor had an inquisitive exchange with one of the locals and learnt quite a few things, all of which got boiled down into the fuel that kept his curiosity firmly alit.
The emergence of souls, it seems, was at random; of the two encounters he has had thus far, one hailed from a foreign world whereas the other… that train of thought was abruptly stuffed into the furthest recesses of his mind, for now. No need to spoil his mood, of course, especially in a new world rife with things to learn.
In truth, his surroundings themselves captivated him. Ardyn could scarcely remember any lands in Eos emboldened in such a foreign aesthetic. Not that he would pass judgement — someone dressed in the eccentric raiment like him never could, lest they be judged for narcissism. He was many things, most of which very few could fathom, but a narcissist was not one of them. In fact, ever the curious spirit, he’d almost forgotten how long he endured the blistering heat, the scorching rays and almost endless sea of sands… Ardyn felt a mite parched.
Retreating from the rays of sun dancing across the city of Aljana, the adagium found himself inside a small food market complete with a vendor for various sorts of liquids. The patron, of course, eyed Ardyn with a hesitant curiosity as he approached the stand, sporting that ever lucrative smile. “Good day to you, sir. Do forgive the appearance— I understand seeing someone in garbs such as this might seem ludicrous. But might I be so bold as to trouble you for a pittance of water? My travels were long and surprisingly, I find myself rather famished.”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 9, 2024 20:42:40 GMT -6
Ardyn’s indignation was ever palpable, authoring the grip on his sword to tighten up. However, beyond that, beyond the clear provocations Shiva mustered to goad him on, something stayed his hand for a time. What could possibly forestall his role as her executioner? Even in the presence of a transgressor such as her — a ‘god’ that condemned Eos to ruin because a covetous brother managed to beguile such entities, the starscourge refrained. In truth, while he wanted nothing more than to shatter that glacial frame, Ardyn’s perception remained as cunning as ever, and oh, did he notice a few peculiars.
The heft of a weary strain weighing her body down, and how each breath was a mite ragged. Not only that, but why the bulwark of ice when she’s capable of encasing him in an icy tomb with but a touch of her finger? In fact, the more he looked upon her slumped body, the more those ambered hues gleaned something. Could it be..? Shiva’s descent has all but spent what powers the light availed her with. This is the exhaustion a human, or something near human enough, would suffer.
And all this was surmised in the span of that witty retort, ergo why there was nil change in his expression.
Albeit this delightful revelation, his wariness hadn’t abated and the grip on his sword remained firm. But that didn’t absolve this moment of a much needed comment, as evident when Ardyn said through an eager smile, “Oh, how it pains me to expose the crack in your omniscience.” Ever the sardonic trickster, Ardyn raised his sword hand, aiming the vermilion steel her way whilst the other hand would lift and motion in gesture whilst he continued. “It was not by my hand that I emerged in this new realm. I wish it were— oh, the delight I would bask in, to show you Astrals that your deceitful ways of orchestrating events were all for naught. And yet I speak truthfully, something you and your pompous kin sorely lack in being able to do.”
There are fates worse than death. Perhaps Shiva was enduring it now; being powerless against her greatest adversary. And to think… all those millennia ago, it could have been avoided. Tragic irony, or poetic justice?
“Though it seems you were less fortunate. Yes, I see even those minute details you try to mask. A shoddy attempt, in my humble opinion. But I must say… the crystal’s light has grown awfully dim, indeed. Perhaps the great astrals themselves are nothing more than gilded tools for that pompous Blademaster, as well.”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 4, 2024 7:36:24 GMT -6
The sun wanes and the sands simmer. From his emergence in Zephon to the events that have led him to now, Ardyn has set his sights on the nearest city — Aljana. While he is no stranger to scorching heat, anywhere beyond the seas of yellow was preferable, lest he languish alongside the decadent structures swallowed by the very sands he walks upon. Besides, the midnight curtain pulled over the region of Reikinto was rather mesmerising this evening. Each wayward star yonder the skies was much better company, at least in this terrain.
As if to complement his preference, one of those celestial bodies danced through the sky… at an alarmingly close proximity. Ambered pools followed closely as it was brought further into a hastened descent. The fall was near instantaneous and the impact quaked the sands for a moment. But something was amiss; stars are oft burning with an unmatched fervour and yet this one was bereft of such heat… in fact, it was utterly devoid of it. What soon crept upon him was a chill, one most unbecoming of a star, if it is a star.
Be still thine curiosity. It almost jumped out of Ardyn’s skin had he lacked a firmer rein on it. Not that he’d deny it, of course, for this was quite the momentous event! Only a fool would pass up that immovable question — what was it that fell? To that end, a small twist of the heels and his ebon raiment shifted in accordance as the starscourge began walking in the direction the ‘star’ fell towards.
By the time he made it to the crater, the atmosphere around his body grew heavily stagnant in ire; his hands were clenched and he carried an expression one could only describe as wickedly delighted. As Ardyn had surmised, it was no star that fell into the sands of Reikinto… but never in his wildest dreams would he expect it to be not just a person who emerged here like he did, but one of the very gods he had so previously shunned — Shiva, or in this form she assumed, Gentiana. His eyes lit up like wildfire and the toothy smile could barely contain the underlying cesspool of anguish. “Well,” he mused, easing himself into the crater with steadied steps as a flurry of roseate crystals swirl around his hand to form his sword of yore before adding, “— what wonders. To have the Glacian here, laid before me with naught but faint whispers of a breath. Oh, how easy it would be to snuff that out.” For the astral’s sake, she would do well to come to, otherwise that slumber shall be an eternal one.
Post by Ardyn Izunia on Jun 2, 2024 1:21:57 GMT -6
In hindsight, perhaps the piercing laugh of lunacy could drop a few decibels. No matter, Ardyn was bound to encounter someone soon enough — his mania just happened to exhaust the need of doing it himself. But it was the manner in which his saviour would arrive. With naught but the very nature itself carrying his jet-black raiment, blankets of sand part in waves against the speed that avails them. Admittedly, when someone dawns from beyond the blistering landscapes with such haste, the chancellor’s initial thought was conflict would undoubtedly ensue. He did after all just let out a rather sordid laugh, so had that hypothetical transpired, Ardyn only had himself to blame. What reprieve he felt when the other called out to him in a manner akin to extending an olive branch. Now’s not the time for adversity… not yet, at least.
His opinion of this rescue attempt soured somewhat when the other chundered forth a considerably large body of water. Lest they thought Ardyn would prefer to be mired by damp clothes in such a manner, then be blasted by sand, the man would seemingly eject himself from the would-be rescue, if you could call it that.
Ardyn’s right hand would extend and lift outwards. It was smooth yet succinct, as if it were something he’s choreographed to ad nauseum. Once it elevated to shoulder level, it twitched ever so faintly as a burst of crystalline shards danced forth, shimmering with hints of roseate colouring. But from that came a sword, intricate in detail and carrying with it a blade writhing in vermilion. The chancellor would ensure his posture wasn’t one of provocation — his demeanour remained ever laxed.
But what came after would betray the lofty and blithe exterior. As his ‘saviour’ continues reducing their proximity, Ardyn effortlessly lobs the sword from their immediate vicinity. For a simple throw, it hit a surprising altitude. But in that minute flicker when his sword reached the arc whereupon it would begin to fall, Ardyn and the black raiment that adorns him flickered out of sight. When Alex sped past where the chancellor once were, one only needed to look aloft to see that Ardyn emerged to grab his sword from its descent — he teleported to his weapon to avoid the unlikely and unfavourable alliance of water and sand. Once his footing returned to the sands, he’d wedge his sword atop the sand and calmly exclaim, “Perhaps one would be remiss to douse another in water before burying them in sand! But your valiant effort is commendable nonetheless!”
Post by Ardyn Izunia on May 15, 2024 6:14:11 GMT -6
The great and expansive harshness of the Reikinto Sands, indiscriminate like a great fire, punished those foolish enough to brace the flame with blithe preparation. But amidst the slopes of insurmountable grains of gold and orange stood a blip, one adorned in a midnight raiment foreign to this world. Such a brazen choice of attire befitted the man possessing it. He appeared to be neither bereft of hydration nor fatigue — he has faced harsher heats than this. Perhaps the only thing that might have left him was his sanity, for amidst the great and expansive harshness of the Reikinto Sands was a sound that echoed into the great beyond.
He was laughing.
Ardyn, the starscourge, blight of Eos, did not make it to the hereafter, for here he stood, reeling back with a hearty laugh. It was the first thing he did in this world beyond his. What followed was a mockery of the gods, well… his, at least. “Hahaha! Another charade, oh Bladekeeper? Another rushed decision wrought with fear? Was I so beyond your ken that you sought to whisk me away to another world? Bahamut, the mightiest and most pompous of gods... is no more than a gilded coward!” One usually refrains from speaking ill of deities, lest they be smited by some divine twist of irony. But Ardyn’s words held weight. If it were false, the Draconian would smite him in this instance and yet? … Silence.
The calm or perhaps lack of a response only invited another bout of laughter, shorter in duration but equally rife with twisted delight as the last. Once it subsided, Ardyn peered over with ambered hues to a site yonder the haze of the desert heat. Perhaps the scorching sun finally got to him and what lay beyond was merely a mirage. But Ardyn had all the time in this new world, so what’s a few extra moments in the eternity he has?
Fixing his hat in place, the once chancellor began moving through the sands, slowly making his way to the vicinity previously spotted. Oh, the many curiosities that spooled about in his mind. Just what did this world have in store for him? Were there gods here too? Just so many — the walk would do little to hamper that path of thoughts.
Post by Ardyn Izunia on May 4, 2024 9:26:00 GMT -6
ARDYN IZUNIA
"I will await you in the beyond."
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Ardyn Izunia // Ardyn Lucis Caelum NICKNAMES:: Adagium, The Usurper, Starscourge GENDER:: Male AGE:: 2033 (appears middle aged) ORIENTATION:: Straight GAME OF ORIGIN:: Final Fantasy XV ALIGNMENT:: Villainous EQUIPMENT::
Rakshasa Blade (primary weapon)
Royal Arms (Armiger included)
Magic (Fire, Thunder, Blizzard & Darkness)
HEIGHT:: 6'2" HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Neck length & unkempt reddish violet hair/ Amber / Olive DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: His garments — everything about it screams eccentric, or archaic.
II. PERSONA
Ardyn is who you would call an enigma wrapped inside a mystery. Many have tried to discern his often flippant and blasé intentions, to no avail. Why would Eos’ so-called ‘villain’ aid its saviour? From Galdin Quay, all the way to the Achaeans resting place. A peculiar line of instances when Ardyn was chancellor for the Niflheim Empire, the Lucis Kingdom’s greatest adversary. If you were to ask Ardyn what his job is? He’d most likely answer in a nonchalant tone, “The one who makes sure the wheel keeps turning.”
In truth, Ardyn was a man of unparalleled cunning, having guiled Emperor Aldercapt of Niflheim into an obsession with the Lucis Crystal that would drive the two factions into a chaotic conflict. With the nigh insurmountable knowledge Ardyn held, he required a position free from the spotlight — all the power and none of the responsibilities, if you will. That is why he remained the Chancellor. Though the gods deemed fate be written as they intended, Ardyn managed to flip the entire script so it would transpire how he wanted.
Beneath this façade was an angry and spiteful man. Having been betrayed by his brother, the love of his life, as well as being denied by the gods and forced into a role they saw fit to thrust upon him? And to endure 2000 years of suffering just to wait for the true king to end him? Damn the gods! What gods allow his tainted existence to roam freely and defile Eos? Pretenders. To that end, Ardyn saw it as such — Noctis was the shiny toy they were waiting on, so Ardyn saw fit to break the other toys before proving this new one wasn’t any different. Whatever chaos he orchestrated, he reveled in it.
III. HISTORY
2,000 years ago, in a time now expunged from the annals of history, there was a man ordained to become king. He was born Ardyn Lucis Caelum. He was gifted with the power to purge the starscourge from those ailed by it. It came at a cost; to remove it, he must harbour it unto his being. But the would-be king thought nothing of it, as he felt it was merely the role he must play to help his kingdom. However, he was beset by manipulation by his own kin. His brother, Somnus, coveted the throne and his betrothed, Aera, messenger to the gods, fueled the fire of usurpation. The ensuing conflict claimed her life, however, and the gods spurned Ardyn from his birthright. In that instance, Somnus killed his brother and ascended the throne as Lucian’s first king.
But the fate of Ardyn was not yet over, for the crystal had absorbed his soul, condemning it to the celestial realm where mortals cannot tread. Through this, he became immortal. Over a millennia he suffered the darkness until the Niflheim Empire found his body. They raised him from the shackles and helped him acclimate to this new reality.
He was despondent, however. Ardyn cared not for their ambitions, but they had an excellent bargaining chip, the frozen body of the Infernian, Ifrit. With his powers, he was able to corrupt the god with the starscourge. The infernians memories became his own. There, he learned a forbidden truth. Ardyn was destined to be king. His betrothed, Aera, who was sworn to secrecy, told Somnus, thus igniting the plans of usurpation. Racked with grief and tormented by these traitorous phantoms, Ardyn plunges into the starscourge and vows revenge against his brothers, gods be damned.
Now known as Ardyn Izunia, he rose through the ranks of the Niflheim Empire, eventually becoming chancellor to the Emperor himself. He bolstered their forces with the magitek soldiers and authored the dreadful ‘vanishing curse’ (anonymously, of course).
With influence at his beck and call, this self-proclaimed ‘man of no consequence’ oversaw the journey of the young Lucian prince, Noctis, offering a pittance of help here and there. His true motives became known during the skirmish with the Hydraean, Leviathan. Lunafreya, the latest of the Fleuret bloodline, messenger to the gods and the only thing in his way, would become collateral damage. Ardyn stabs Lunafreya, dealing a fatal blow in front of Prince Noctis before leaving him to the fate of Leviathan.
Throughout the remainder of Prince Noctis’ journey, he is accosted by hallucinations of Ardyn. Soon enough, however, he would know of Ardyn’s truth; he was born of the Caelum bloodline, rejected by the crystal and forced to play a pawn in the god’s games as their ‘villain’.
With the prince consumed by the crystal, Eos was consumed by eternal darkness over the years, courtesy of one chancellor and the starscourge. But the fated return of the true king came to pass, and the two would meet for one final battle. Just as it was foretold, the villain would lose to the hero… but the hero didn’t hate the villain. Prince, no… King Noctis wished Ardyn rest for all that he endured, fulfilling his role and ridding Eos of the starscourge and granting Ardyn a true death.
IV. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: King OTHER CHARACTERS:: Not yet ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE:: Close to 2 decades HOW YOU FOUND US:: Megan the stallion (No but seriously Megan's a gem) NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:: “You… wish to do what?” There was a surprise in the Emperor’s weathered words. Ardyn fell short of patience when it came to repeating himself, and yet he must. So he shall, with concise glee and elaboration. “To propose a diplomatic union between the young Prince Noctis of Lucis and Princess Lunafreya of Tenebrae. The two have a history. It would be unwise to overlook a beneficial bargaining chip.” The chancellor offers a small curtsy before continuing. His words were threaded with honeyed delight. “I’m afraid our demand for territory alone will sour their disposition. With an arranged marriage, it will undoubtedly lull them into a false security.” Like cattle waiting for slaughter, the kingdom of Lucis will frolic over the latter demand. Self-preservation seems to be a common trait amongst the cowards of the crown city.
“And since such a brazen plan is of my authorship, I elect that I travel to Insomnia as your emissary, Your Excellency.” Ardyn offered an open hand gesture to his Emperor, awaiting their decision whilst showing devotion to his lord’s ambitions… foolish as they were. Iedolas’ expression was muddled betwixt obsession and lethargy. He could scarcely think beyond the common imbecile. Most of his responses consisted of domination and obsession over the crystal. But in Ardyn the Emperor could trust, such is the chancellor's machinations. “Then set forth to Insomnia, chancellor. You’re the only one that can ensure their compliance.”
The chancellor's hand retracts to his chest, offering Iedolas a bow of obedience and a humble response, “Your Excellency.” Yet underlying his wide-brimmed hat was a smirk, sinister in design. At last, his plans can slowly come together like stacked dominos. Only he can set things in motion, and Ardyn has had some millennia to ensure it falls into place.
