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"Humanity takes great pride in three things. Their willpower, their greed and their mortality.

Their will and endless greed allows them to grow and accend past other creatures
But their mortality denies them divinity

It's a delightful purgatory between being Fallen and being Divine"


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Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi




Mikhail silently listened as the Eyrien replied to Dareen's words. Despite the harsh words, he was speaking the truth. There was no such thing as the 'law' told in stories in their society. Whatever the queen spoke was the law. Be it good or bad. It was a simple matter of hierarchy. Whoever was on top had the right to call the shots and that was final. In that case, Faeril was indeed the 'law' inside that house. Judging by Dareen's reactions to his words, resting her head in her palms, she knew very well that fact. Unfortunately for her, Mikhail not only had no reason to, but wasn't in any position to try and defend her. Ultimately, her fate rested on Faeril's hands.

Other than the talk about law and hierarchy, Mikhail was surprised when he heard that Faeril wasn't exactly on good terms with the queen, despite her position.

It was then that a familiar face appeared in the room. As Denvar greeted the Eyrien, who was called Bellinar, it became clear that they were in fact brothers, if it wasn't clear enough due to the striking similarity.

"I will try to keep that in mind." Mikhail said with a chuckle as he heard Bellinar's warning about Faeril.

From what he had seen about Faeril so far, she seemed to be a strong woman with strong oppinions, but she was no fool either. He respected her professionalism and despite not knowing her that well, it was clear that she was an intelligent woman. Intelligent enough for Mikhail to not drop his guard too much around her...

"I take it it's your first time seeing a Dea Al Mon then?" Mikhail asked, looking to Bellinar as he asked about his pointy ears.

"I don't blame you, I am indeed very, very far away from 'home'." Mikhail said, with a chuckle and a calm expression, although it was clear that there was something different as he mentioned the word 'home'. Almost as if he didn't believe on it's meaning or something.
Karina Frost


Not only Karina was surprised that Týfurkh was interested on Der Freischutz but also there was no hiding the fact that Karina was very surprised and didn't knew how to reply to Týfurkh's proposal to accompany him to watch an opera in the nation of hearing. In fact, she couldn't even remember the last time she got out just to relax...

When they finally arrived on the top of the tower, Týfurkh's voice soon interrupted her thoughts, reminding her that she couldn't think about relaxing yet. Týfurkh was already preparing himself, going as far as to untie the uppermost part of his armor as he concentrated himself.

"I-I'm sorry. Directions, yes." Karina said, shaking her head as she quickly looked around, orientating herself.

"The forward base is currently located a few kilometers to the north of Focalia, west of the 'old' border between the nation of Touch and the nation of Sight." Karina said, as she pointed towards a few key locations before giving a precise direction where he should shout, unaware that she was basically considering the territory the Nation of Touch took from the Nation of Sight in the war already a part of the former.

"Everything has gone well so far, but we should not drop our guard. I trust you, Týfurkh." Karina said, as she nodded to him with a serious expression.

Despite the words she had just said, something deep down inside her was telling there was something wrong. It was too quiet. Nobody apparently came after them, no one noticed them climbing the tower, despite the fact that the Cult was supposedly watching every movement they gave.

@Fetzen@Jerkchicken


@Jollan

Maeve was left confused and without words after the beastman's extremely rude display of hostility. She couldn't help but to wonder that his attitude only served to further reaffirm the stereotypes some people had regarding beastmen. She had already seen many beastmen in Tundral that despite their position as slaves, were more educated and polite than many 'nobles' out there. That one though, was merely an uneducated, rude beast. Not only that, but the way he simply assumed that her words were due to any prejudice towards him was simply... just as he said... 'pathetic'.

"I see that education is not something that you're familiar with. I was expecting more..." Maeve said, with a scornful look as the beastman passed by her, getting out of the inn.

"The stereotypes fit you oh so well though..." Maeve said, in a lower voice as he left.

After such a strange and gratuitous display of hostility, the ones who in fact were working at the inn greeted her, a large (in every aspect, both regarding his weigth and muscles), amicable looking man and his daughter, whom by some reason was wearing a complete set of armor in that heat. Just looking at her made Maeve feel the heat.

"I'm terribly sorry for the comotion." Maeve said, with a graceful, but discreet bow towards the man and his daughter, even though she wasn't the responsible for what had just happened.

"Don't worry too much about it. Although I must say I'm not used in seeing people displaying such uncouth and shameful behavior in public though..." Maeve said to the armored woman, rolling her eyes.

"Regarding the temperature, indeed, the heat is too much for me. We Isoli weren't really made to withstand these elevated temperatures. I must say that it's much better here than outside though." Maeve said, with a smile towards the large man.

"In fact, I just got here from Tundral, so I do apoligize by not being familiar with the local customs or something." she said, which made obvious the reason why she assumed that the beastman was working there instead of going directly towards the large man.

"I would be grateful if I could rent a room and get something to eat and drink. Preferrably something fresh, to help with the heat." she said, to the fully armored woman, with a smile.

"Wouldn't you like to take off your armor first though?" she asked, obviously incredulous that someone could withstand that heat while wearing armor.

Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi




The gardens were indeed quite something, as it was expected of a healer. There were many medicinal herbs, all organized and separated by type. Their fragrance and their freshness was a clear indication that it was a well kept garden and not merely just for looks.
It took a while until more people came to the garden. The sounds of wings beating alerted Mikhail to Xandar's presence, whom despite his wound was already flying around without any difficulty at all. Even though he was some distance away from Faeril when Xandar came to him, he couldn't help but to overhear their conversation, including Faeril threatening to take another look at Xandar's wound if he didn't take it easy.

After a small conversation, Faeril herself said she would accompany Xandar to a store after the Winged Boar inn on his search for cigars. Faeril herself seemed to have business in the town. As she opened her wings to go with him, she nodded towards him, which Mikhail replied with a simple nod back as he took a small branch of a particularly fragrant medicinal herb, rubbing it into his hands and appreciating both the smell and how fresh it was.

When Faeril got back, he certainly would ask her if she could use one branch or two of a few of those herbs. It would be good to have a few of them with him in case anything wrong happened.

After a while, Mikhail head back inside to where Dareen was. There, he met another Eyrien, who was casually unloading a few books from a chest. Due to his striking similarity to Denvar, he assumed the man was one of the Eyrien brothers.
Arriving just in time to hear Dareen's words, Mikhail nodded towards the Eyrien man in a discreet, polite greeting.

"There is no use worrying yourself over matters that are beyond your control." Mikhail said to Dareen as she passed by her, taking a seat on the chair nearby the couch. As he passed by them, the fragrance of herbs on his hands filled the air for a second, before Mikhail resumed his normal, quiet behavior.
The Vieran Woods






Freyr didn't knew for how much longer he could hold the frenzied Nera down, but luckily, Ditzy was quick to act following his tackle, immediately grabbing his sandbag and in a single, fluid motion, built moment before striking Nera in the head with a mighty blow.

As Freyr felt Nera's strength waning as she stopped struggling and her body fell unconscious on top of him, he let out a relieved sigh. Much like Ditzy, who almost immediately came to confirm her pulse, he also felt the signs she was still alive, thanks for her body being basically on top of him. Despite the terrible headache, he was glad that she was still alive.

"Quick thinking, Ditzy." he said, praising Ditzy as he gently laid Nera's unconscious body on the ground before standing up.

"We were lucky... If she wasn't tired already, it would be much harder to fight against her... How are your wounds?" Freyr asked, looking to Ditzy.

The moment he stood up though, he noticed the forest's voice and it's energy, flooding the place where the barrier once was. Nagare, who was still in her dragon form, was successful in opening a crack in the barrier, an entire section had collapsed thanks to her power. It also seemed like she was starting to understand a little better the special connection the Viera had with the forest, as Freyr could feel that the forest was starting to accept her.

Gently getting Nera's unconscious body into his arms, they exitted the barrier. Once outside, Freyr turned to both Ditzy and Nagare.

"Thanks, both of you. Nera is still alive and the Vieran Spellweavers will be able to revert her current state. It will take a while to completely undo the runes carved into her body and return her to normal, but she will be fine." Freyr said, looking to Nera with a worried expression.

"Now that the barrier is partially gone, the Wood Warders should be arriving shortly together with Jote. You can feel it too, can't you Nagare?" Freyr asked, looking to her with a curious expression.

On that exact moment, they heard a hushed sound coming from the trees together with a breeze, followed by five figures dropping down from the branches. It was Jote and another four Wood Warders, who had just arrived.

As she approached them, the mixed emotions on her expression were clear. Curiosity, sadness, regret, anger...

"Nera..." she said, looking to her unconscious body, covered with runes, carved into her very flesh.

"I assume this is the work of those 'Varjans' you spoke of." Jote said, looking to the group. It was clear to them that she was doing everything she could to keep her composure.

"I... We might be wrong... About everything... First it was you, Freyr, you who left the forest but despite that, the Forest still considers you as one of it's children and now a complete outsider... It's not merely a coincidence. It's the first time that a complete outside was granted the favor of the woods." Jote said as two of the wood warders gently came to get Nera from Freyr's arms.

"Take her to the Spellweavers, now. They need to start their work while she is still unconscious. Don't take your eyes away from her, not even a second in case she wakes up." Jote said as she dismissed the two Wood Warders who were carrying Nera with a wave of her hand.

"We, the Viera need to rethink our ways and plan our actions. The Woods know and now, we do too. If we don't change our ways now, when we decide to do so later, it might be too late. These Varjans... They are a threat to the woods and to the Viera alike." Jote said. Despite her apparent calm, her eyes were burning with anger.

"For saving Nera and for opening our eyes, you three have my eternal gratitude." Jote said, thanking them.

"The Village and the Woods will always welcome you with open arms. If you ever need our aid, you have but to ask." Jote said as she turned away from them, disappearing inside the forest.

After a moment, Freyr looked back both to Ditzy and Nagare with a conflicted expression.

"For better or for worse, for the first time in a long while, the Viera are going to act, instead of simply observe." Freyr said. Despite his sad expression, he knew very well that the Viera being dragged into that conflict against the Varjans was unavoidable, especially when they starting taking interest in using the Vieras as weapons.

"Maybe I shouldn't be the one to say this, as the one who encouraged the Viera to prepare for a War but... Thank you, Ditzy, Nagare. Thank you for helping me show the Viera that there is no other choice but to fight in order to protect what they hold dear." Freyr said. It was clear that he had mixed feelings about the outcome of all that, despite knowing that it was simply unvoidable. Either the Viera would fall due to their own negligence or they would go to war to protect the woods and their way of life.

"Regarding this..." Freyr said, getting the crystal shard that Nagare had pointed a moment earlier.

"It might still have it's uses. Maybe it would be better to leave it with someone who understands better about these type of things back in the guild." Freyr completed.

With the quest over, they were free to go back to the guild. Despite coming back empty handed, they gained something much more valuable than money, they had earned the Viera's trust and gained a powerful ally against the Varjans. Whether Bartholomew would be happy or not to hear about that, it was still to be seen.
Will have my post done tomorrow guys!

It's the last post for the quest too.

Btw,
@PaulHaynek
I'll have the CS for my next character ready and sent to you by tomorrow (hopefully XD) too :-)


Even though Maeve had planned carefully every step before getting out of Tundral, when she got to Midril, neither did she had partiular plan nor she cared where she was going. Arriving on the town escorted by guards, her entrance was anything but discreet. Truth be told, not only Maeve herself, but the guards themselves also knew that their presence was completely unneeded and instead, they were only there due to Maeve's ego and pride. Just as the reason that Maeve refused to use the Orzhov family crest. Despite that, her appearance was enough for some people know who she was, even in Midril. Still, there were only a few who knew her despite her name being well know in Tundral.

"Here we are, Lady Maeve." Said the capitain of the guards who were responsible for escorting her as they arrived on the stables, near the city gates. There, a horse was already prepared and ready to go, a grey male of big stature, healthy and well kept, it appeared to be impatient and eager to leave. It's clean, almost glistening coat and it's obvious musculature were clear signs for anyone who knew about horses that it wasn't the type of horse a common person could buy.

"You have my gratitude for the escort, Capitain. It took me a while, but I am finally free." Maeve said, with a courteous and polite bow.

"It is my honour, my Lady." The capitain said.

"Send my regards to my brother and my parents. Tell them that when I come back, neither of them will be able to ignore my talent nor deny me the respect and recognition I deserve ever again." Maeve said, as she mounted the horse, which despite it's previous impatience, stood almost perfectly still as Maeve mounted it.

"... As you wish, Lady Maeve." The capitain said, hesitating a bit and trying his best to keep his composure despite Maeve's sharp words.

With a dignified posture, Maeve headed towards the city gates. Almost as if knowing it's rider's intentions, the male horse followed it's commands with a noble, dignified trotting until they got outside. Despite being the first time Maeve had rode that particular steed, it was very well trained to accept almost any rider. When she arrived on her destiny, whether it was Portea or Kalla, she would only need to leave it on the stable for someone to go fetch it and return it to Midril.

As Maeve loosened the grip on the reins a bit, it visibly relaxed, as it shaked it's head, showing it's eagerness to go instead of being stuck inside a closed stable.

"You know how to behave yourself." Maeve said with a smile as she rested her hand on it's neck.

"I suppose you deserve a small reward..." she said, thinking as the horse waited for it's rider's commands.

Maeve smiled as she further loosened her grip on the reins, leaving it free to run as much as he wanted for a while. The eagerness and excitement were clear on Maeve's expression as she rode away.




Kalla - The Inn


Maeve was expecting a different climate, especially when she choose to go to Kalla, but she wasn't expecting to be so hot. Thankfully, her dress was made of a light material that let her skin breathe, but still, it was still a bit difficult for her, an Isoli, accustomed to near freezing temperatures to deal with such a radical difference from Tundral.

"Ugh... Why is it so hot here?! How can a human being survive like this?" Maeve said to herself as she finally arrived on Kalla. Wanting to get to the inn as soon as possible, where she imagined it would be a bit cooler than outside, she paid no mind to the commotion that was happening outside the temple.

Despite being peaceful and uneventful, the trip was still rather long and Maeve was currently in a rather sour mood due to the hot weather, which ironically made things a little better for her due to inadvertently letting out her ice magic around her according to her humour.

The moment Maeve got inside the inn, those nearby the door almost immediately felt the temperature drop as she walked inside with calm, elegant steps and a cold expression to match the air surrounding her. Almost immediately she felt a drop in the temperature, both thanks to herself being there and the fact that there was a roof hiding her from the sun.

"... It's better." Maeve said to herself. After all, her, out of all people, couldn't allow herself to be in such an embarassing state, sweating and smelling.

Almost instantly, she stumbled with a Satyr, who was near the entrance.

Surprised for seeing a Satyr there of all places, Maeve stopped for a brief moment, curiously analyzing him with her eyes before she introduced herself with a polite greeting, assuming he was working in the inn as a waiter, greeting the customers who got inside.

"Good afternoon, I would like to rent a room and something to eat and drink. Something cold and refreshing preferrably." Maeve said.

"Thank you." she said, with a small, polite bow as she greeted the Satyr and walked towards one of the tables with a calm, elegant step.

Unsurprisingly and much like Maeve's style, her entrance wasn't not even a bit discreet. Be it for her beautiful, intricate dress, the delicate and beautiful blade on her waist or her exotic appearance, it was literally impossible to ignore her.

Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi




Sitting on Gennar's bed to rest, Mikhail couldn't help but to think about the things he saw when Faeril entered his mind. Even though he rejected those memories, he couldn't help but to think about them... They were the reason for his suffering, so many nights he spent without sleeping but he couldn't help but still be curious about them now that he could analyze them more clearly, without the painful memories and the strange feelings. Who was the woman on those memories, who was... he?

Unfortunately for him, it seemed that it was still too soon for him to think about those matters, as he could feel the memories becoming more vivid and the feelings returning. Forcefully making himself forget about that, he finally laid down his head on the bed. Hopefully, it would be the first night in a long time that he would be able to sleep comfortably.

The night was uneventful for Mikhail. A quiet, perfectly calm night without dreams. Something for which he had longed for a long time. Feeling refreshed and rested, Mikhail slept for more time than he usually would thanks to Faeril's treatment. Nonetheless, it was still early when he got to the kitchen, just to find up that both Dareen and Faeril were already up. Dareen had just finished eating her breakfast and was sitting down in the couch with a tense posture, as Faeril was lost in her own thoughts outside. Not much was needed to realize that both women had their own problems to think about, judging by both their expressions and the atmosphere around them. Unwilling to interrupt neither one of the them at that moment, Mikhail nodded towards Dareen in a discreet greeting as he sat down and silently began eating his own breakfast.

After finishing, Mikhail stood up as he headed towards the front door. Upon passing by Dareen, he stopped, looking to her for a moment.

"The flowers and herbs do have a wonderful fragrance in the morning. You should come to the garden, it might help you to calm down." Mikhail said with a surprisingly serene expression, completely different from the one he showed when he had arrived.

Respecting Faeril's space, Mikhail was satisfied in slowly walking around the garden, stopping to appreciate the morning dew, glistening on the herbs and flowers decorating the garden, as well as their delicate and subtle fragrance. To anyone who stopped to watch Mikhail at that moment, it would be clear that he was another person compared to how he was acting when he arrived. Even though it was probably a result from Faeril's treatment and a good night of sleep, observing him with that serene expression on his face, one would not help but to think that the change on his personality was too radical even taking in consideration Faeril's treatment.




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