Character #1: @Asterion Bonded: Yes; Pallas's gull Magic: Yes; water manipulation (periti level) Armor: NA Weapons: NA Current Health: 32 Current Attack: 28 Current Experience: 69
Character #2: @Katniss Bonded: Yes- harpy eagle Magic: NA Armor: Yes - lightweight plated armor Weapons: NA Current Health: 10 Current Attack: 10 Current Experience: 10
Asterion
in sunshine and in shadow*
The afternoon following the Midsummer festival was hot and sticky, thick with sun and humidity. Clouds were gathering on the horizon to the west, a dark, bruised blue, promising rain and more than that. If Asterion watched long enough he could see the occasional streak of white right at the seam where earth meant sky, though it was too far to hear thunder.
Still he dutifully makes the trek to the training grounds, the eagerness for the spar ahead not unlike the distant storm - a flicker beneath his skin, a mingling of uneasiness and excitement. He had woken late, sleeping beneath a willow tree not far from the walls of Denocte, the wine of the night before making his head feel thick and slow. Not a good start for a battle, but a poor excuse to put it off.
Cirrus meets him on the outskirts of the area, her gaze keen and just a little judgmental. The king flicked his tail at her, ignoring her displeasure - he knows nothing of the night before, only the part of the evening that had belonged to himself, and for him the festival had been a good one. A welcome change, a chance to laugh and hope.
Those feelings of goodwill still buoy him, and when he sees Katniss approach he greets her with a nod and a quirk of his lips that is just shy of a full-fledged smile. Cirrus waits, perched on a flat-surfaced rock, watchful. A light breeze stirs, making the leaves rustle, doing nothing for the slick of sweat already on his hide.
“Ready?” he asks, and squares his shoulders, answering the question for himself.
Summary: It's hot and humid and there's a storm on the horizon; Asterion shows up, slightly hungover, and greets Katniss. Intro post.
Posted by: Acton - 02-06-2019, 11:43 AM - Forum: Archives
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Dear Rhos -
I can’t remember the last time I sent a letter, so you should feel pretty special.
Unfortunately it’s not good news. Tonight Raum attacked Isra - cornered her in an alley, almost killed her. She defended herself and he ran off - but I found him, holed up in one of the old Crow hideouts.
Rhoswen, I think he would have killed me too, if I hadn’t run. Something’s gone wrong with him, something’s gone bad. Enough that I wanted to warn you, and Sabi - I’m not sure what his plan is next, but I am sure there is one.
Maybe skip out on the Midsummer festival here on Denocte. Maybe be extra watchful.
I miss you, Rhos. Give Sabine a hug for me. And keep an eye out. You know him better than anyone but I don’t think anyone knows him right now. Keep yourselves safe.
The day started simply enough. Wake to the side of his beloved Eulalie, check on the children and ensure that all was well, then enjoy a mug of coffee before beginning his day. There was hardly any time to simply take it easy, especially since the fires of Viride. The process of regrowth would be a slow one, but gradual; any effort put into rebuilding what was lost was a tumultuous task, but one that the citizens of their court seemed to embrace.
Mottled wings stretched wide as he stepped outside of the citadel proper, letting himself bask in the chilly autumn air. It was hard to believe that it was already fall… With the arrival of the new season came the twins’ birthdays, and it was even more difficult to believe that his children were one year old. It seemed like hardly any time had passed since they had been born, and yet here they were, one year later. Breathing in deep, the Dawn King glanced about the main courtyard, nodding to those in passing and murmuring soft ‘good mornings’ to those who greeted him in kind with warm smiles.
Peace had settled upon Delumine, and Somnus knew to relish it. Only Oriens knew what else might be in store for them now, and unfortunately his patron deity had not been seen since they had escorted the squirrels to their new home.
Stepping away from the citadel, the golden dun walked slowly around the courtyard, stopping every now and again to check on Ipomoea’s gardens and smell the autumn blooms. It was as he ambled about, lax and at ease, that he spotted a somewhat familiar lavender colored woman. She was a pretty thing with ivory tresses and a fine visage, and Somnus smiled warmly and cleared his throat as he approached her. They had spoken, albeit briefly, and he knew that he needed to do better at becoming acquainted with the other individuals who called the Dawn Court their home.
“Mesnyi, wasn't it?”The accented inquiry spilled softly from dark lips as the dunalino stepped closer to the lilac woman’s side, dipping his head in cordial sort of greeting. “I believe we’ve met, but only in passing, I’m afraid. How are you this fine morning?”
Night had fallen across Novus, but all was not still. Where parts of the world had settled down for rest and slumber, there was a flurry of activity deep within the heart of Delumine. In the wake of the destructive force of the wildfires nature valiantly attempted to regain what was lost, grasses, shrubs, and even trees ever so slowly beginning to regrow and recover from the insurmountable loss. It was a slow process, but every day progress was made. Even despite the biting kiss of autumn’s arrival, life was blooming. Everything was returning to how it once was.
But not for everyone.
A beast lurked in the spreading shadows, wretched and misshapen, watching the changed world through empty sockets. Its pale skull of a maw salivated as it watched its quarry; two meandering equines enjoying an evening stroll along the shoreline of the Rapax River, one of deep bay and the other of ivory. They spoke between themselves in hushed whispers and casual chortles, completely unaware of the creature that watched them from afar.
’Hunger.’ Eat.
If it could speak, the word would be a mantra, a prayer. A hymn of salvation to the damned, it knew what it must do. ’Tasty. Food. Want.’ Baser instincts kicked in, the churning pain of an empty stomach prompting the creature to amble forward on bipedal legs far too long and crooked, its sheer weight leaving behind large, cloven prints in the soil. Through the shadows it moved, its lumbering form far too large to be stealthy, but lucky for it the two equines seemed far too distracted to notice that they were being followed.
’Want. Eat.’ Repeating, over and over and over again within its bleached white skull, the amalgamation lurched forward from shadows to shadows between the trees and the cover of night, maw opening wide, growing closer, closer… Oh, but they were so close it could almost touch them… The ivory meal spotted it first, a chance glance over her shoulder. Her eyes widened, lips parting to scream, but by then it was already too late. It lunged.
’Food. Eat. Tasty.’
As Dawn broke, it did so upon a bloodstained, tarnished land. The sky was heavy with dark clouds as though the world itself knew what had transpired the night before, a cold autumn wind passing through the trees. Two bodies lay within a trodden clearing in the Viride Forest near the riverside; half eaten, remains strewn about, the scent of blood carried easily upon the cold breeze. One was a crimson-stained ivory female, the other a mottled, dark bay male. Members of Dawn Court proper would recognize them as workers within the Citadel, dutiful pages known for their warm smiles and eagerness to assist in whatever way they could.
Seemingly gone in the blink of an eye, little could immediately be said on how they died, other than the grisly obvious; murder. But why? By who? In a peaceful land such as Delumine, what could truly be going on here?
On a cold, cloudy morning, two citizens of Delumine are found murdered and half eaten within the Viride Forest near the Rapax River. What could have done this? Why? It is up to those brave enough to investigate the scene of the crime and piece together the provided clues.
This is a Dawn Court event. This thread is open for everyone, but members of the Dawn Court are highly encouraged to participate and will receive top priority!
Something is pulling her towards the Eluetheria Plains. She doesn’t know why she feels like she must travel there, but she follows that pull. Her heart, though as broken as it may seem, had always steered her right. She had never been to Eluetheria Plains before, but it was as if her feet knew the way. They kept her pace slow and steady, meandering her way towards the plains. She was in no hurry to get there, though if she truly knew and understood what was waiting for her there, she might have picked up her pace.
It wasn’t until she got on the other side of the mountain range that she smelled something very familiar upon the air. Eyes looked upon the horizon, scanning and searching. Feet still carried her further, this time with a purpose. She followed the scent that seemed ever so familiar, but it was faint.
But when she finally captured his scent, her feet stopped. It couldn’t be. Metaphor could not be here. Her heart was playing tricks on her. Despite the rapid beating she felt within her chest and the excitement fill her body, she did not believe it to be true. Her body was playing tricks on her, cruel and evil tricks.
Further she walked, her pace quickened, but not too much so. It was until she saw his figure on the horizon that she began to believe what her heart and nose had been telling her all along. Metaphor was here! How he had come to be here was a mystery, a mystery that she didn’t care to solve. In this moment, nothing mattered.
Feet began to full her body forward at a gallop, closing the distance between herself and Metaphor. She wants to call out to him, to tell him that she has waited for him, but something holds her back. What if Metaphor had found another? What if he didn’t remember her at all? Worry and fear began to fill her body and her pace slowed. She did not want to assault him with her feelings if they were not to be reciprocated. While she wanted to throw herself at him, she did not want to feel the sting of rejection if that was her fate.
By now the distance between them is only a matter of feet. She halts her progression, her eyes resting on the sorrel. She whickers softly to him to get his attention. She can only hope that he remembers her, that he remembers the time they spent in Elysian. She hopes that he feels the same for her as she does for him. That would make this reunion so much sweeter. She is silent then, hoping, praying that he remembers.
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They whispered, in the comfort of the daylight, that when the gods left this realm that they took with them their magic.
They were all wrong.
When the gods left this mortal coil they didn't take all their magic and wonder with them. Drops of their power leached out like raindrops from a fat, heavy cloud. Strange things started to sprout from the earth where the magic fell. Flowers started to bloom out of season, trees bent like spines in places that no wind could ever reach.
The gods reshaped the world and their steps were like titans, making mountains out of molehills and rivers out of stone.
But their first wonder was perhaps the greatest, leached from the fire and sweat of Solis as he walked across the plains, among the herds of bison. It's almost impossible to find in the daylight, for it hides with the owls and the crickets and waits for the night to fall.
And oh! When the sun sinks beyond the horizon and the sky is coated in layer upon layer of black the plains alone seem to scoff at the darkness. Even the stars cannot shine brightly in the face of this first strange wonder left behind when the gods left their mortal bodies behind.
The pool of light can be found down between two rolling hills covered in grass that grows to almost horse-height. It shines brighter than the moon and it refracts, from its depth, light that's almost too bright to look at. There's heat there too, sweltering even in the middle of winter (almost unbearable in any other season).
It's almost unfortunate that the first horse discovered it just as summer tucked itself in to sleep and autumn blinked dreams from its eyes.
The banks of the pool, which itself is no larger in width than three resting horses, are almost more strange than the water. Whippoorwills made of gold and fire arc towards the water and they shed not pollen or seeds but sand. The ground around the pool is no longer soft loam but hard lava, black and littered with cracks that cluster in patterns that almost hint at something else.
Light pours from the water and makes the entire area look as if it's trapped in noontime. It's soft and hot at the same time and it makes horses feel as if they are parched and this is the only water left in all of Novus.
But is it safe to drink? Or it is better to stray far from this pool leached from the blood and magic of Solis.
How to Participate!
Deep in the middle of the plains there hides a pool of light. It's almost-impossible to find in the daytime but dangerously easy at night. Straying too long along the banks of this pool might cause a thirst that feels almost unquenchable. But do you drink or run away? Or is there another option?
Each character may reply to this post only one time. Rolls will be done and a staff edit will be posted at the end of each reply with Random Event results. You are more than welcome, and encouraged, to branch off into individual threads to interact with other characters. You may respond to the characters before you or your reply could be set at a different moment it time (this is totally up to you).
All replies after March 1st, 2019 will not be considered for a RE roll. Upon conclusion of this event all replies will be entered in a random drawing for a special item that can only be gained from this event.
Possible rolls and their rewards are as follows.
1 : Being around the water has changed the character. They will feel some heightened levels of energy when fighting. Character will receive the common agora item energy shot.
2: 50 signos
3: Being around the brightness of the water has caused temporary vision issues. This may be fuzziness around the edges, the ability to see auras instead of the details of their surroundings. The vision issues will last for half an IC season (one RL month).
The trip to Denocte had not been an easy one. Fiona had been injured, weak, in shock. But while within the walls of the Night Court she had started to heal. While it had been kind of their new queen, Isra, to give them refuge, the court of the moon and stars would never be her home. She would never grow to know its streets or its people. While she had been there, more than anything she had sought solace, a place to be on her own.
The trip back from Denocte had been easier. Her side had healed, though sometimes she still twinged at the memory of glass slicing through her skin and there would always be a faint scar there, cutting across the lavender and ivory sky of her skin. Her mind had been clearer, her body stronger, and she was glad to be home in her court of twilight, surrounded by those she knew and cared for.
It was true that she should not have gone alone, back to her house, for the first time. Perhaps she should have waited, asked another to join her, but perhaps her pride was a little too great. Or her self-preservation not great enough. Whatever the case, the Champion of Community found herself standing before her home, or what was left of it. Although much of the structure remained intact the walls were scoured with angry black burn marks, and within much was reduced to ash and half-destroyed rubble.
The furniture her father had built, worked most of his life creating, she wasn’t how much of it was salvageable. All of her books, years of sketches, exchanges, thoughts. They were nothing now, left to her memories for those she could remember. Her vision blurred with tears and her chest tightened as she stood in the middle of everything that had ever been hers and was now gone. Even when she left, breathing fast and feeling as though she were physically in pain, the truth follow, clinging to her in ashen streaks on her skin.
After some searching she'd found a notebook and a pen, but unlike the many she had kept in her home this one was empty. There were no flowers pressed between sheets of paper, no carefully scrawled pieces of conversations. No drawings but for a few sketches, started and then abandoned, half finished lines with no purpose. In the past, Fiona had always enjoyed starting a new notebook but now this felt as empty as the blank ivory pages.
At length she discovered herself within the citadel walls, wandering past the courtyard and into a quiet room. Hesitantly, and clinging to the book in her possession, Fiona lowered herself onto a cushion and then opening to one of the pages, she began to draw. Instead of thinking about what her subject should be, she allowed her mind to drift. As the pen scratched over the paper, slowly, an image started to come to life.
Dawn had barely risen above the horizon by the time he reached his destination. The dark skies of night grew marred with the brilliance of the sun emerging from its evening slumber, the heavens set aflame in a brilliant woven tapestry of colors. For a moment, Somnus stood outside of the yawning maw, golden ears forward and at alert as eyes, the colors of shining emeralds witnessed the sun rise on another day. A smile, lethargic and stained with apprehension, crossed the dunalino’s dark lips before he turned his back on the beautiful display and disappeared into the lingering shadows of the shrine entrance, the fragile parcel strapped about his neck a cumbersome weight. The contents rattled slightly with every step he took into the shadows, his path illuminated by flickering lights through every step.
It was not his first time stepping foot here, but it certainly felt like it. The ancient energies of the world seemed to congregate here, collecting and manifesting themselves as invisible ghosts. Watching, but not capable of being seen by the mortal eye. Somnus knew them well.
Somnus’ path was clear; while the idles themselves remained vacant from their respective spots upon the altars, the Dawn King found himself drawn to the altar that represented Delumine and the Dawn Court proper. He lingered, his eyes tracing the outlines of all four altars, glancing about to the flickering candles, before letting his head lower and his eyes drift shut.
“Majesty,” he murmured, reverence a familiar tone upon his lips, “I pray not to intrude your peace, but… Your council is something I find I desperate need at this time.”
With care and poise, Somnus folded his legs and lowered himself to the ground before the Dawn altar. He took a moment to simply breathe, taking in the familiar scent of earth, smoke, and dust that seemed to collect upon this most sacred of places. Then, he got to work. Using the telekinesis that the very essence of Novus had mysteriously gifted him with, Somnus pulled the satchel from around his neck, mindful of the strap and the point of his horn. Letting it rest upon the earth, he flipped open the leather bag and began pulling out the contents, one by one.
First, a set of small, floral painted teacups. He set them precisely upon the ground; the first one, a little closer to the altar of Oriens before placing the second porcelain cup in front of himself. Then, he pulled a pot of lukewarm tea from the bag, which had been precariously packed between brush and bramble to remain upright along the sovereign’s journey.
“Apologies, your Grace, if the tea is somewhat cool… I would have flown far faster, but the risk of spilling the tea was one that I did not wish to take.” Still, in an attempt to warm it to a more desirable temperature, he leaned closer to one of the nearby flickering candles and held the teapot above the flame, letting the heat warm the liquid even slightly. Once satisfied that the tea wouldn’t be as cold, Somnus shifted back into position and filled the cups. First, to Oriens, taking great care to not slosh the tea over the rim of the cup or make any messes. Then, he filled his own, set the pot aside, and relaxed upon the dirt and stone.
As though the words were pulled unbidden from his very own lips, Somnus began to speak. “Delumine has received a visitor in the form of my elder half-brother, Atreus. I know not what to make of him anymore, but I fear his avaricious desires within Dawn. I’ve come to you before, and we’ve spoken of Regis’ illness and my plight to aid him… And now that aid has come in the form of a murderer.” Abruptly Somnus cut himself off, grimacing as though slapped with the memory itself of fire, screams, and blood. In an attempt to calm himself, the Dawn King took a quick sip from the tea, satisfied that it wasn’t as cold as when he arrived.
“… I’ve no proof that he murdered my late King, of course, but I’ve a feeling that in a desire for revenge against previous transgressions, he carried it out. Yet I know better than to offer condemnation on feelings alone. Warped though he is, Atreus is still my brother… Once, we were close. Oh, but I idolized the very ground he walked upon, looking up to him as though he were my entire world. But that was a lifetime ago, and he has always had a cruel streak within him, marred with jealousy.” The dunalino paused once more, this one lingering into minutes. He took another sip, frowned in contemplation, and then began to speak once more.
“Perhaps I am not here for advice. Perhaps I am. I no longer know. I thought him dead, Majesty. I thought Atreus dead, lost in the fires of Vhallen, and I was content with that knowledge… And now, he struts into Delumine and eyes my family like a wolf eyes a pinned deer. I cannot lose the ones I love again. I will not. Through your teachings, I try to be a kind and just sovereign in your name, but my fears have me by the throat. Am I to trust him? Or do I turn him away and risk losing my son? Gods, but Eulalie would never forgive me…”
And there, perhaps, was his answer. Could his marred heart, overcome with grief from a beloved King lost, stand there and condemn his son’s life just because of the previous transgressions committed between he and his brother? Could he condemn Eulalie to such a horrible pain, of possibly losing their beautiful, beloved son? No. No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t dare. But what if his fears were sound, and Atreus brought more harm to Regis than good? Could his brother, with his twisted mind and warped sense of right and wrong, commit a crime so vile as to murder a child? Would Atreus stoop so low as to commit the very crime that was done against him, so long ago? Swallowing hard, emotion nearly choking him, Somnus lowered his head and took another sip of tea. It tasted far less comforting on his tongue, almost too bitter.
“… Perhaps this is all my fault. If I had done more, perhaps it would never have come to this.” And in darkness broken only by the flickering lights of candles, Somnus’ golden form lay hunched in the shadows, allowing his tea to grow cold as the thoughts swarmed within his head.
It was a day like any other, or so it would seem from the start. The equine and avian would go about their business, unaware that both of their lives were about to be changed forever.
All day long, as the sun trekked its way slowly across the sky, the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The sun couldn’t move fast enough, time couldn’t tick along any faster - but still Caligo begged Tempus to do his best, to bring the moment of finality closer. Nothing in comparison seemed quite so important nor so exciting as what the future held, all the day dulled in comparison.
The demi-goddess only wondered if Katniss could feel it too, could see how the sky had lost some of its blue and the sun some of its strength, how the flowers and grasses of the plains seemed to droop sleepily in the breeze.
Overhead an eagle flies, its arc through the sky lazy and confident, headed north towards the Arma mountains.
And just like that, the world seems to stiffen, the trees shake themselves to awareness, and all creation holds its breath impatiently.
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The hour draws closer, and with it, Katniss will feel a tugging upon her soul. A voice whispers in her ear, begging her for her help, urging her to leave the Court behind and take to the mountainous border. Without words to guide her, Katniss wil somehow know to follow the same path as the eagle before her.
Every step in that direction will simply feel right, solidifying the faith that she will end up exactly where she needs to be.
Should she listen - as Caligo knows she will - the call will only become stronger with every step that she takes, as if narrowing its focus and making it impossible to turn back, even if she wanted to. The feeling that something is amiss will be strong; but the feeling that she is destined to help may be even stronger.
Meanwhile, the eagle will continue his flight to the mountains. The terrain below him becomes rocky and craggy, and he adjusts his flight accordingly. He looks upon the land with a sharp eye, seeing everything and missing nothing.
He isn’t yet sure what it is he’s looking for - but he’ll know it when he sees it.
A flicker of movement on the horizon catches his attention, a shadow darting through a cloud. He shifts his wings, drifting ever closer, close enough to make out the outline of another eagle. The clouds converge, darkening the once-clear sky.
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Katniss may see the bird falling from the sky, or she may stumble upon him already on the ground. Either way, it will be to him that she is drawn, to the way he tries and fails to take flight. The whisper in her ear is louder now, practically shouting: he’s the one, it’s him, it’s him. The sun breaks through the clouds, and both of them are washed in sunlight, a spotlight reserved for them and only them, an equine and her bonded.
When their eyes meet, a feeling passes between them - as if they know they should be wary, as if maybe they should run, these two strangers who were drawn together by fate. But they can’t help themselves when they throw caution to the wind and the distance between them shortens.
And as Katniss approaches, Finnick will wait patiently, knowing instinctually that this is one person who would never hurt him.
@Katniss may feel restless all day, as if she is meant to be somewhere or doing something but she isn’t sure what. As the day progresses, she will begin to feel an invisible tug on her subconsciousness, pulling her towards the mountains, chasing after an eagle as he flies. It’s a fight with another bird of prey that will be his undoing, knocking him from the sky and rendering him earth-bound.
Katniss will find her bonded in the craggy peaks of the Arma mountains. He is hurt, and it will be a long road to full recovery - but they will take that journey together, and their bond will only strengthen because of it.
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Sorry for the wait on this! I’m so looking forward to seeing these two bond <3
