Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 11, 2021 10:59:26 GMT -5
The silence wasn’t awkward; it was a thoughtful one at least. She was thinking about all of the things that went down before the flood, missing Cairex, wishing he was there to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe. But he wasn’t. Now she was walking with someone who knew nothing about the world Faisine had lived in, and it was all a confusing thing to deal with.
She nodded when Khepri said to give her a moment, and she said, “I will be here.”
Then she watched as her friend took off to go looking for direction. She was about to sit down for a rest when the sound of a male voice could be heard. Hmm? And it was almost familiar to her. It tugged at her gut and she followed the sound of the singing.
She wove through the trees until she finally came upon who she thought was a stranger for the moment.
Faisine hid herself behind a tree and observed him for a moment before hesitantly saying, “Hello?”
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 11, 2021 19:19:04 GMT -5
The Black Cross in wind flies along, Forth it goes on in white, Forlorn or strong: It carries our faith's light
Anatolius went on, catching a bug bothering him with a sticky crunch in his gauntlet, one which he was promptly forced to wipe on a tree. "Wretched thing." he muttered as he couldn't get it all off no matter how hard he tried. Again he cursed all this nature that was really starting to get to him. If there was somebody beside him that would find a bright side in this by remarking at least they were getting fresh air he would have probably fallen to violence. What was so different about the fresh air in woods save the fact you were breathing in the shite from a whole lot of animals as opposed to the more palateable dust of lint and such.
It was at this point that he realized someone had spoken, and he hadn't quite caught what it was in particular that they said. Thus he took up a stance with the blade he had been using to cut through the woods, before replying: "Who's there?"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 11, 2021 21:08:18 GMT -5
The longer she listened to the man’s voice, the more curious she grew. She made sure to stay behind the tree for a time while he did so. Then, the curiosity ate at her and she slowly moved out into his sightlines. She had her hands raised as if to indicate that she meant no harm.
At first, she didn’t recognize his face… but then she tilted her head to the right and squinted her eyes some. “I know you… How do I know you?” Her eyes traced the facets of his face, the prominent nose, the strong brow, the chin… She had seen that face, aye, even dreamed of that face every now and then. Hadn’t she thought she’d seen it in the mist?
She would approach him, she would stand within arms length of him, and then she would murmur, “I know your face from somewhere, it seems. In my dreams, I see you sometimes, looming above me. I would know that you are not a dream… I would beg you, sir, to tell me that I am not seeing someone from my world, that I merely see an apparition. I beg of you, tell me I am not dreaming of you again because I could not bear of it. Everybody I know is dead and gone, and I must be in a state.”
Faisine’s lips began to tremble, and she reached out with fingers that shook. But before she could brush her fingers over the skin of his face, she stopped herself. Surely that wasn’t the warmth of him, radiating from his person… Ahh, was he really there?
Of course, she questioned her sanity… it wouldn’t be the first time that she saw a ghost.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 12, 2021 1:46:04 GMT -5
The man's sword moved to a two handed grip as someone or something approached, but it slowly lowered to a less aggressive if nevertheless still threatening position. The girl seemed not very threatening for her part but he also knew how these things went. You could not trust first appearances, there were mounds of sirens and succubi and other nonsense that needed a good taste of steel after promising peace.
But as more and more words came from Faisine's mouth recognition dawned. "Ah." He said, releasing one hand's grip upon the blade. Memory was very important to the man, it had saved his life many times and thus he learned to treasure even the smell of goose shit he slipped on in his youth.
"You do know me. I am real, though I have no proof of this that could not be dismissed as sensory illusion. However that is true all things, no?" Anatolius mused, turning his free hand this way and that as if examining the validity of his own appendage within the universe. "But enough rambling about epistemology. I remember you quite clearly. Faisine yes? Medan, Goraia, the burning streets. I remember you got yourself into some trouble my dear girl. What an awful day, the smoke in particular. You nearly died there. Had to get it out of you." The man said, looking ti the sky and spinning his weapon thoughtfully.
"'Course, then Dantess arrived before you even cane to properly, and then the Isran pillocks showed up. Haven't seen the old boy in years, what a sword arm he had. You married the man since?" The fellow queried, looking at the hands of Faisine for a ring. "My duties evermore took me from Medan proper to Sorala and beyond, wasn't able to keep up with the going-ons truth be told. Not much need to either after the occupation."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 12, 2021 22:54:58 GMT -5
She pulled her hand back, almost as if burned by the man’s words. Goraia… Medan… the burning streets. Damn. She looked down and to the side. “I remember you. I…” She paused and then straightened up. “Whatever you think happened isn’t how it happened in the end. It is true that Dantess carried me off when I was coming to… but he and I never made it beyond that moment. I never saw him again after that.”
Faisine looked up with a solemn expression upon her face. “I was a wretched person. I am sorry that I don’t remember your role in saving my life. Thank you.” And she genuinely meant that.
She felt her cheeks go red at the thought of those times. How she had fawned over that… well, he did make for a dashing figure… but he’d disappeared.
Now she was faced with the man who actually had saved her life, and there was only one thing she could do. She said, “Well, then… I owe you my life. My debt is my honor.”
It was an oath, not a question, not a mere statement, an oath of honor.
She intended to walk by his side. Just like that.
“Come with me…” she urged and pointed toward the direction she came from. “My friend should be on her way back from seeing what direction she saw smoke in.”
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 13, 2021 1:52:30 GMT -5
An eyebrow arose at the woman's reaction to Anatolius mentioning the land of their distant mutual past but he didn't say anything. He smiled. "I'm glad of course. A familiar face in unknown lands is always good." The fellow replied when Faisine said she remembered him, speaking softly given the lass before him seemed to be on edge.
When she told him that things had not happened how he thought they did the other yet not arisen eyebrow did indeed rise, Anatolius clearly intrigued with curiosity. "Oh?" he said, pursing his lips whilst his brain did the mental equivalent of relaxing on sofa with a glass of wine in anticipation of a story. The man shrugged as he got more of a sad than an interesting one. He as loathe to admit it but he had come to miss all the courtly nonsense of gossip over who married or fancied who, what someone said about another, so on and so forth. But Anatolius deflated a little at the self-admonishment that Faisine spoke, patting her on the shoulder. "Its no fault of yours m'Lady, I disappeared for my own part. I was rather surprised to find out that the conclusion of the war only heralded more rather than less work for me to do."
The man hardly restrained a snort when Faisine spoke of an oath and life debt. "Worry not, worry not. I am duty-bound to such things I took many a vow in my day. Another day on the job is all that was. Relax, breathe the fresh air and whatever else you're supposed to do in the woods. Then doesn't matter, it is now what is of import." Though he said this, he had to admit there was a noticeable feeling of closure for the man. To have all the fame and grace for rescuing the cousin of Camilla go to Dantess and some Isran twats in discount plate was like having a splinter you can't remove, and that moves around just enough that you never get used to it thus stopping you from ignoring it.
When he pointed a new path for the duo to take, he shrugged and obliged. Anatoli had no clue where he was going, and at least with the guidance of Faisine perhaps he'd find some respite and something to dig into.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 14, 2021 20:26:03 GMT -5
When Khepri circled back around, confirming the direction the smoke bellowed from, she searched for Faisine below. At first, she could not find the sylphlike woman, but just as she swooped past the rock she'd lept from, then towards the woods, she spotted not one, but two figures below. Before landing atop a branch above the, she whistled again, the sound clear and pure as the ting of a crystal glass.
Crouching over the branch, she smiled, hands on her cheeks.
"Looks like you've found a friend," she said to Faisine. "I am Khepri Goldenfeather, a duralam from worlds beyond. And you are?"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 18, 2021 16:28:50 GMT -5
Faisine was glad for the interruption, truth be told. She felt rather guilty at the moment that she had gone years without knowing who had really saved her. "Khepri," she said with a tired sounding voice, "This is Anatolius... We met years ago..." She left it at that, not looking at the man or the duralam. Her eyes closed for a moment as she tried to focus on what was still to be done.
"Are we going in the right direction?" she asked softly, finally looking at her friend.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 21, 2021 14:36:21 GMT -5
Walking along Faisine Anatolius looked to the sky, drawing his sword with a glisten of steel. "Speaking of General Gobbledigook." he muttered, as if Faisine was previous to his inner monologue of moments ago. "Harpy of some sort? Step behind me m'Lady, I've dealt with 'em before." The newcomer landed upon a tree however and it seemed Faisine had a familiarity with the flyer and thus he cautiously once more sheathed the blade, albeit keeping a grip on it just by the crossguard. He just narrowly forced down the "Dura-hwhat" rising from his throat. Great abacuses clacked and rearranged in his head as he looked about the arrived bird person with three independent calculations going on: the first going largely up and down her wings and considering the good eating upon them, the second counting the market value of the items of jewellery about her person when resold as hypothetical plunder and the final adding up the values of the golden eyes, long hair nd legs, and so on and so forth.
Eventually he shook his head, listening out to hear the reply of whether or not they were indeed going the right way, whatever that was.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 21, 2021 14:58:49 GMT -5
The feathered woman's cheeks reddened. "If I am a harpy, then you must be a minotaur," she spat, crossing her arms. She looked down upon the creature she presumed to be human. Gods be damned, they were so often ignorant! Even this one, in his age. She could tell from the wrinkles upon his brow and his hair, like black and white spices mixed in a bowl. He was broad-shouldered and strong. He could cleave her in half if he could catch her. Lucky for Khepri, she had a good set of wings.
Turning her attention to Faisine, who she scrutinized briefly for the company she brought, she nodded. "Just as I thought, it's right along the lakeside. I saw tents and was barely able to make out people," she relayed. Unlike before, she didn't come down to the ground, not with that man and his hungry, preying eyes.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 22, 2021 0:29:55 GMT -5
Faisine looked between the two and said, "If she is a harpy, then I am a goblin." She shook her head and sighed, having hoped that they would get along. It seemed Anatolius remembered her for the wrong reasons, and now her new friend did not seem to like her old... acquaintance really, who seemed to be stiff and foreboding now. She whipped around to look at Anatolius with a deep frown. "And, for that matter, will you kindly quit waving that thing around?" She gestured toward his weapon. "I swear she is no danger to either of us unless she wanted to be."
She glanced over to Khepri and said, "Then we should make it before nightfall?" So, perhaps I can go off on my own again, she thought.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 22, 2021 12:38:07 GMT -5
An imperious eyebrow arose as the har-... Dura-something seemed rather unhappy and yet he got called a minotaur, a thing he rather enjoyed being likened to. They were rather big, strong, and extremely intelligent when not overwhelmed with a murderous rage. He listened on to the newcomer saying that there was a camp which prompted the man to let out a sigh of relief. But as Faisine turned to scorn him for having his sword out his head recoiled and sank back into his armour, as if a turtle trying but failing to retreat into the shelter of its shell. He decided not to argue and simply let go of the crossguard. His hands felt rather empty with the weapon gone, and thus he held one in the other behind himself. The comment unless she wanted to be didn't particularly sound endearing, but he supposed it applied to anyone.
For now he was content to not comment having nothing in particular to say.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 22, 2021 22:41:02 GMT -5
"Not before. If we are swift, then shortly after. The forest ends and opens up into a field right before the camp, so travel should be much easier on your feet." On the feet of them both.
In response to Faisine's comment about how dangerous she was, the duralam smirked. "She is correct. I'm not one for blood and I hate violence. My talons look sharp, but they're just for perching. Your hands can also be as deadly, yes?"
She hopped to an adjacent branch, waving to them. "Come, then. No time to waste. We have several long leagues ahead of us."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 23, 2021 7:50:18 GMT -5
When he put his weapon away, she visibly relaxed. "Thank you," she said quietly. And then to Khepri, she glanced over and nodded, "Let us go then." She glanced back over to Anatolius and she seemed to soften a bit more. She hadn't meant to snap at him but she had seen the both of her friends bristling toward one another and didn't want the conflict. She started to walk.
"Anatolius, I am sorry. I ought not to have snapped at you in such a manner," she said eventually. "I am on edge and I suppose everyone else is too. I didn't think about that. Too much has happened."
It was true, so much had happened since their last meeting... and now with the flood and the mist? And they were trapped on some land that was both foreign and unexplored, or so it seemed by the lack of civilization.
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 54
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Apr 25, 2021 16:15:12 GMT -5
The face of the man softened a little as it was relayed that they were not too far from some measure of civilization. When the comment was made about his hands, he snickered. "Not without something in them, that being a critical difference." he explained, following along the path with the accompanying clanking of his plates. He shrugged at Faisine's words, pointing to the road. "Just focus on what matters. Safety is within proverbial arm's reach."
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