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9 yrs ago
So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In Of Blood and Magic → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Varis


Varis continued writing, ignoring the mage for now. He finished the letters meant for the other nobles and the groundskeeper and started writing directly to his Lady, explaining his new mage and what accommodations he would require. He paused and looked up once, letting his gaze drift critically over the mage once more, before returning to his letter. Hopefully, the items would arrive sooner rather than later and the boy could be marked with the house. He carefully sealed off the last letter and placed it next to the other.

Varis schooled his features into bored apathy as he finished, turning to the mage. He watched for several moments, completely still, as the boy fiddled with something. The vampire made a mental note of that as well. Something explore later. Varis let out a dramatic sigh, his expression shifting into haughty disappointment as he leaned back in his chair.

“You disappointed me earlier. Why?”

Waiting for Varis to speak was agony, and all it did was give Aaron’s mind time to race through every possible thing that could happen when the vampire finally put down that pen, almost none of them good. He squirmed under the vampire’s harsh gaze, not really moving of course, but visibly uncomfortable.

When he finally did speak, Aaron longed instead for the stressful silence of before. A spike of nervousness turned his gut, and his heart started pounding in his ears.

What had he done? What could he possibly have done in the scant hour he’d spent so far under Varis’ control? His eyes fell to the floor and he was clearly distressed at the thought as he wracked his brain for any wrongdoing. He had knelt for the Count, endured his display before his old tutors, he’d answered every question, complied with his demands thus far… How had he managed to fail so quickly?

Searching for answers and coming up blank, Aaron realized he’d been hesitating too long. Finally he thought back to the only reprimand he’d received throughout the night and took a gamble.

”I was… boastful?” he suggested, ultimately sounding more like a question than a statement, ”I bragged about my skills without considering that you would require proof?”

One of Varis’ brows rose slowly as Aaron stumbled over his response. What did the Noilas teach this poor excuse of an attendant? He seemed promising originally but apparently his gilded exterior was all there was to him. Varis clicked his tongue irritably and pulled out another sheet of paper, quickly titling it “Mage” and jotted down the mental notes he made so far, adding guessing problem to the list.

Mortals have an idiom: to take a stab in the dark. It means to make assertions with little to no know way of validating their accuracy. I find the dark tends to stab back and you are no good to me bleeding out. If you don’t know something, I expect you to take responsibility for your lack of knowledge, suffer the consequences, and learn. Guessing only irritates me.” Varis said. “You hesitated before you knelt. If it was a court function, those few moments would have been a clear sign of disrespect. As a Noila trained mage, I expect better. I’ll ask again. Why?”

Aaron mentally kicked himself for being stupid as he weathered the Count’s reprimand. All the uncertainty was killing him; he couldn’t tell if he was confused because he was nervous or if he really was just a little slow on the uptake. He didn’t think he was, but the way Varis spoke, as if his transgressions were self-evident, made him doubt himself.

And of course his criticisms made sense. Just because Aaron had been treated leniently so far by the Noilas didn’t mean he could ride on their coattails forever. And Varis was right, he was a mage trained by the royal family. A descendant of the original mage attendant. Granted he’d only ever been told to kneel at formal royal functions, still, he should know better.

”I hesitated,” he replied, eyes forward, ”because I hadn’t anticipated being required to kneel. I was foolish to think that, and it will not happen again.”

Varis nodded at the response. “I expect not. Moving forward, you will obey my orders without hesitation unless you are confused as how to execute them. In that case, you are permitted follow up questions for clarification if necessary. Since your response was satisfactory, I will forgive you this one time.” Varis relaxed his posture slightly and let his hand fall on the desk again, tapping softly. Varis took a moment to circle Pride on his list. His information was woefully lacking about the boy. He needed more and what better way than to add a little stress. A wicked little smile curled up at the corner of his lip.

“I am well aware this situation may be strange to you. You grew up molded for the Noilas only to be given away at the last moment. In consideration and to better our relationship as master and servant, you may ask five questions disregarding our class, position, or titles. You’ll suffer no repercussions for any of those five questions. However, you only have ten minutes to ask them.” The vampire pulled out his phone and set a timer. “Starting now.” He hit start and the timer counted down. He watched the mage intently.

Aaron was grateful for the Count’s forgiveness, but he was still far from relaxed. He saw the vampire circle something on his paper, but the angle made it impossible for him to read. When Varis spoke again, Aaron noticed a hint of possible compassion, but it was laced with something else he couldn’t determine. Nonetheless, the vampire’s smile made him uneasy.

Regardless, Aaron was promised no repercussions, and he wanted to take advantage of that. Fortunately, time limits had never been a huge problem for him; he’d always done well in timed assessments, unlike some for whom the ticking of a clock clouded their minds. Unfortunately, he was rather unprepared for this particular challenge. He had spent his time thus far metaphorically tripping over his own feet trying not to misstep, and mulling over questions that would need to be posed to the Noilas, not the Sinnenodel Count before him. For a good thirty seconds he simply thought before speaking.

The first was simple enough. ”Earlier you mentioned your expectations of my skills. How high are they?”

More precious time passed as he carefully considered his words, staring all the while at the countdown on Varis’ phone. He had a suspicion that any clarifying questions would be counted in their own right, and he didn’t want to waste his opportunity on an error in phrasing.

”I’m well aware of your Lady’s opinion of the royal family. Will my association with them have consequences regarding my treatment?” His stomach started to quiver a bit as he spoke, but he tried to swallow his nervousness. No repercussions, he had to take the Count at his word. Although, judging by the events in the courtyard earlier, Aaron suspected he might know the answer to that question. Nonetheless, he wanted to know for sure.

He fidgeted ever more earnestly with his ring behind his back, spinning it and moving it from finger to finger as he watched the seconds tick down.

”If I were to defy or disobey you, or disappoint you again, what sort of punishment should I expect?” Truth be told he was a little scared to hear the answer to that one.

He started a count on his fingers, halting his fidgeting. Three questions. Two to go. Apparently he had hesitated longer between questions than he thought - or maybe he was speaking more slowly than he meant to - because now he only had five minutes left on the timer.

”How and how often do you intend to feed on me?” He worried that one might be a waste of a no-consequences question, but in that moment it was the only one that came to mind.

His mind raced, and for some reason he struggled to come up with questions. What killed him was that he knew a million of them would come to mind the instant that timer hit zero.

Time was ticking. Suddenly, a little piece of gossip from home came to mind, and first he didn’t dare utter his question. But he’d been promised no repercussions, and his curiosity got the better of him.

”You’re Lady Sinnenodel’s protege,” he began, ”It sounds to me like she’s grooming you for court. If I remember correctly you’re the youngest in a family that was frankly inconsequential in your clan. And while you’ve been exalted, the rest of your family has been exiled; why did she choose you?”

Aaron’s heart raced at his courage (or perhaps his foolishness) as he turned his eyes from the phone to the vampire and the timer ran down to zero.

While Aaron spoke, Varis wrote his questions for further consideration. He honestly expected not to respond. He specifically left out promising him answers for the sole purpose of brushing them aside. But the questions were both reasonable and, in the case of the last one, fun. Plus if he wanted the boy to think critically in the future, he would have to reward him periodically. And his reaction to the last question’s response should provide for some amusement. Varis silenced his timer and put his phone away. He picked up the sheet, considering the questions carefully.

“I expect your skills high enough to combat a three hundred year old vampire with a vendetta. Hopefully, we won’t need to deal with that soon but Sinnenodels are tenacious, especially ones with bruised egos.” Varis counted the questions on his fingers as he spoke. “Around my Lady, yes it will. Keep quiet and your head down in her presence and you’ll make it out alive at least. As long as you prove your loyalty to me, I will not consider it an issue however.” He counted the second question. “Your punishment will be considered with the infraction. I disapprove of physical punishment and only use it as a last resort. However, I am both creative and harsh. I find punishments shouldn’t only affect you but those who you insulted or hurt and those who assisted in the infraction. I would consider that carefully in the future. As for feeding, I enjoy drinking a variety of blood types so it depends on the quality of your blood and your mood. I dislike soured blood so I expect when I go to feed on you, you will inform me of your emotional state. I have drank plenty tonight and plan to open a bottle tomorrow for our guests so I will taste you the following evening once you’ve awoken and bathed.” As Varis reached the last question, his smile turned smug and a scheming look crossed his face.

“As for the question of my status, you’ll need to understand more about our house and one of its biggest secrets. If this leaves your mouth, willingly or not, I will personally torture you and then kill you.” Varis leaned back again. “Lady Sinnenodel and the Queen are the two oldest known vampires in existence. Each one predates our treaty by several centuries. Vampires who’ve seen so many years grow bored easily, tiring of the simple pleasures in a matter of moments. Lady Sinnenodel’s choice of pleasure, as one may easily assume, is discord and strife. It has defined our very house and affects it the same as it does everyone else. Every century or two, my Lady grows tired of her protege and grants them another position, highly ranked and honored, or disposes of them. She then pits her house against each other for the spot, watching as the many branches cannibalize each other until new heads of households are created and she selects one as her new favorite toy.” Varis’ eyes grew distant, an almost fond look on his face replacing his smugness.

“My branch family consisted of my father, mother, my two elder siblings, and myself. My mother passed away long ago, shortly after my twenty fifth birthday, and left me with the older ones. My father produced a new heir every hundred years, leaving me with a significant age gap. None of us saw eye to eye in a vicious way. When Lady Sinnenodel announced the open spot, my siblings thought me little less than a nuisance, a fly on the wall. I was only fifty two after all. So I thwarted their pathetic schemes, sold them and father to a group of rogue mages, and waited a month or two before handing the information over to my Lady. They were unfortunately saved but the mages were slaughtered. They didn’t even know it was me until Lady Sinnenodel revealed the details of my success. And with my new position, I exiled them personally.” Varis smirked at the end, waiting for the boy’s response.

Aaron listened intently to Varis’ answers, finally letting out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. The Count was true to his word and didn’t reprimand him for his questions; his answers were blunt and succinct, and Aaron was thankful for it. He made a point to make mental notes of each answer, especially those which involved his treatment and behaviour.

That now-familiar spike of fear shot through Aaron again, however, when Varis answered his last question. There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in his mind that Varis would make good on his bloody promise if Aaron were to leak this information, but the “willingly or not” clause was cause for concern. Why would he have to admit anything against his will? Was Varis just covering his bases, or did he expect something to happen?

The vampire’s story fascinated Aaron the way a trainwreck fascinates passerby. It inspired awe, but an ominous shadow hung over it, and another twinge of fear gripped Aaron’s gut at the thought of Varis’ ruthlessness toward his own family. He took it as a warning.

”I won’t say a word,” Aaron offered when Varis was done, ”Thank you for your honesty, and for the opportunity.” He thought for a few seconds before adding, ”I intend to serve you loyally, if you’ll have me, for the duration of my life, and I hope I will live up to your expectations.”

”Is that so? I’m touched.” Varis said with a hint of sarcasm. He stood quickly and moved to the mage, a teasing glint left in his eye despite the now apathetic expression on his face. Varis stood a few inches shorter but had no problem slipping his hand slowly through the mage’s hair and pulling him down to the vampire’s level.

”And if I ordered you to my bed, would you serve me just as loyally?” Varis asked, purposely softening his voice in the boy’s ear and letting his lips skim across the rim of his ear. He had no intention, it didn’t benefit the vampire at all right now, but he felt like leaving the mage’s conviction shakier than it seemed. He released the back of the mage’s head and stepped past him. ”There are five letters that need to be delivered. The three directed towards the other nobles attending the Academy may be left in their mailboxes or at their door. The other two need to be sent out in ours. As for keys to the dorm, I will hold onto both copies. If you wish to leave or return, you will do so at my side. Afterwards you are free to go about your business so long as I do not require anything else. I expect you up by eight pm. There will be a delivery of strawberry danishes and fresh ground coffee from town. Remember what I said earlier about waste.” With that, Varis departed to his room, moving a little quicker than normal at the prospect of soaking in the bath.
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In Of Blood and Magic → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Varis

Interacting with:@Obscene Symphony


Varis briefly checked the mailbox, pulling out the keys and envelopes, and unlocked the front door. He made a note to request a different landscape style. Not enough flowering plants in his opinion. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, immediately looking around. He slipped both keys into his breast pocket and continued inside. The sitting room passed inspection although he would have preferred Sinnenodel colors to the white and gold fabric draped over the side tables. Perhaps he could add a few accents, send them in from his own home. A quick glance in the study told him something needed to change. The current set up suggested equality and he didn’t want his new servant to misunderstand his position. Perhaps a smaller desk could be arraigned. Varis would look into tomorrow.

He quickly walked through the rest of the house, noting his bottles had been safely and properly stored, and came to check each of the rooms. The quality of everything was as expected of the Noilas and the noble families. Anything less would have been an insult. Varis noticed the administration already placed their belongings in one of the two rooms and he stepped into his curiously. He took particular notice of the tub, his eye brightening considerably. Bubble baths were one of the few things he allowed himself to indulge in that his Lady did not approve of. A waste of time according to her and he wholeheartedly agreed. It didn't particularly stop him however. He swept through the rest of his room quickly, making another mental note to order sheets in Sinnenodel colors and perhaps a different material.

Varis walked into Aaron’s room next, looking around at the mirror copy of his room and his eyes darkened slightly. Again, it presented the issue of equality. Varis stood in the middle, tapping his fingers on his arm as he thought. Again, sheets would need replacing and perhaps a Sinnenodel family crest hanging on the wall where the boy could see it. Just as reminder whose he was now. The sword, while tempting to strip him of it, would be used against the boy later. ’I do need to find something for him to wear that declares his new allegiance however.’ Varis mused. A matter for later. For now he would set a few things in motion, including how to keep Aaron firmly beneath his boot.

“Once you have finished organizing your room, I will be in the study. I expect all of your possessions away neatly but do not keep me waiting.” Varis placed the envelope containing Aaron’s class schedule on the boy’s vanity and left to pen a few letters sealing each one and stamping the Sinnenodel crest in the back.





In Of Blood and Magic → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Dorms


As partners found each other, happily or not, the students slowly left the courtyard for their new residences. Some took the available bus while others made the ten minute walk across the academy grounds. Those who walked would find wrought iron lamp posts lining the walkways that led to the dorms. A variety of flora grew along side the paths, often circling large clearings where benches and tables were placed in the event students wished to relax on the grounds. Students followed small placards that gave directions to a gate swung open and two mages. As students passed through, they could feel the prickles of magic as the mages thoroughly inspected each individual.

The bus however only took a few minutes. The bus, a luxury liner gifted from the Eves before their struggles, followed the curving road outside the Academy’s walls. The noise inside the bus was muted, chatter kept at hushed volumes. They were let off just inside the gated community at the bus stop opposite from where students walking left the Academy.

The dorms were located in a gated community attached to the Academy. All blues and golds, the dorms were attached in groups of four, each sharing their walls, before breaking off and starting a new one. Between each building was a small garden with a pagoda lit up with fairy lights twining around the support beams. If someone needed brighter lighting, each pagoda did have a light switch for a bright overhead light. Each unit had its own mailbox and students would find two keys in it which would unlock the front door. Each mailbox also has an envelope with the student’s class schedule.



If you walk past the normal dorms however, students will find themselves looking at for stand alone dorms the circle a large cul-de-sac. These dorms are twice as large as most and are very clearly separated from the rest. Each unit has its own private yard, surrounded by a stone fence, and looks out into the Noila’s forest. These units also have mailoxes, each with the symbol of one noble house. Starting from the left, the order is Marivaldi, Eve, Sinnenodel, and Astorio.



Class Schedules:

As you open the envelopes, you find two sheets of paper. The first reads:

Congratulations on your acceptance to the Noila Academy. Tomorrow first year vampires and mages will have seperate orientations starting at 9:30pm. Vampires and mages will be separated until midnight so please take appropriate precautions. Afterwards, everyone will have an hour recess for lunch before pairs will have the opportunity to explore the campus and take tours of our facilities. There will be signs and attendants to direct you to your orientation tomorrow.

Congratulations,
Kiran Kotyo
Mage Headmaster

The second is your class schedule starting the day after tomorrow. It is dated through the winter break.


In Of Blood and Magic → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Varis

Interacting with:@Obscene Symphony


Listening to the mage rattle off his accomplishments mattered little to Varis. He picked out key words and phrases but ignored the superfluous chatter. He would have to teach the mage to speak concisely. Displaying a modest command of language was for a purpose, to disorient and befuddle, not to report. The boy would learn quickly once Varis taught him.

But the pride. He could hear it swell with every word and it made him itch to tear the mage down. Down until the boy begged for mercy and Varis could piece him bit by bit back together. But the Noilas hung over the boy like a phantom, not truly a threat but menacing nonetheless. Breaking Aaron in such a violent fashion would ultimately insult the royal family and bring further complications. Varis clicked his tongue irritably at the thought. He would make the change seem of the boy's own will. Slowly but surely so when the Noilas came for him, they would have nothing but contempt.

“Put your number in mine.” Varis unlocked his phone and pulled up a blank contact, naming it A. Starag, before passing it to the mage. “I will be the judge of your sword skills. Tomorrow, you will find a sparring partner so I may observe. If you cannot, I will find one for you. If I find you lacking, I will request additional lessons for you. I will be in contact with your instructors in magic as well to monitor your progress. If I find anything below expectation, I will request additional lessons and tighten your leash immensely. Is this understood?” Varis left no room for discussion. Although the Noilas likely left little for anything but success, Varis would not let the boy settle. The pride that bubbled and swelled beneath the mage's words made the young Sinnenodel uneasy. The Sinnenodels believe pride bred complacency and no self respecting family member would allow their mage to suffer that. Varis would watch the mage like a hawk for a while and then maybe step away if he proved himself.

Aaron's information on modern political matters did please Varis enough for his eyes to lighten just a touch. His knowledge was limited in scope and filtered through the Noilas family lens but it was much better than he expected. It meant less work and the possibility of a brain in the mortal. Of course there was more to discuss and plenty of warnings to give about the constant life threatening existence that was the Sinnenodels but he would wait for that. The boy still held loyalty to the royal family and Varis was loathe to give his Lady a reason to rip his throat out.

“Once I message you, I expect you to forward me a list of all health issues, including allergies, and food preferences you have. I will regularly have freshly prepared food delivered to our quarters and I expect you to eat it. I loathe waste and while I enjoy waking up to the aroma fresh pastries and coffee, I cannot eat them. If there is too much, you will distribute it amongst your acquaintances and, as long as you perform well, I will take your requests for food and flavor into consideration.” Varis took a sharp turn and walked past the regular dorms, paying them no mind. Instead he headed towards the end of the complex, where four separate units sat.
In Of Blood and Magic → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Varis

Interacting with:@Obscene Symphony


‘Excellent composure.’ Varis thought to himself as Aaron suffered silently. He felt the boy’s jaw clench when he faced the other mages. A quick glance at the pair spoke volumes. The tense set of the man's shoulders and the rigidness of his posture. The woman's averted eyes and the uncomfortable shuffling. They knew him well enough for this display to be offensive. It sent a thrill through him that the blood barely bested. He hoped this story would grace their mistress's ear this evening. Help her realize what a poor decision she made. ‘Unless she didn’t care about him.’ Varis mused.

Still, the boy proved even more entertaining. The widening of his eyes at the thought of his disgrace and the twitch of his fingers at the mention of his sword told the vampire volumes. That, and the mage's spectacular dedication to his servitude, confirmed the boy wasn't given to him as a punishment. The uncertainty of his situation left the mage vulnerable and his sword, as well as whatever precious little he has, is what acts as a reminder that he was valuable. Why would they waste resources on him otherwise? Take away his precious treasures and all he has left is the uncertainty of his worth. Varis made a mental note about the vulnerability and looked down at the mage, noting he managed to center himself again. The boy was well on his way to impressing the young Sinnenodel. Definitely not a failure.

“Stand.” Varis spoke as he stood himself, drinking the last sip left in his glass and placed it down on the fountain's edge. It was likely the last time fhe would have the opportunity to enjoy that particular brand for some time. He waited a moment as Aaron stood, noting the mage stood two or three inches taller than him, before walking away. He expected the mage to follow without being told.

“While we are out, you may address me as Count Varis unless it is a formal event. While we are in private, you may drop my title. I will not require your presence at all times but I expect to be made aware of your activities so I may find you when I need you. Do you have a phone?” Varis spoke as they walked,leading them away from the courtyard. The vampire already made the social rounds and was eager to leave. He had one more piece of business to attend to before his evening was over. “What type of education have you received from the Noilas? What do you know about the noble families?”
In Of Blood and Magic → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Varis


Varis watched the crowd, passingly thankful it afforded him a few minutes to think, as he considered his partner. Aaron Starag. Any vampire with a few hours of education knew of the Starags. The lineage of Landar Starag, both the man who signed away mortal kind’s freedom five centuries past and its fiercest protestor, bent its knee to the Noilas since the signing and the royal family kept it to themselves, circulating it from branch family to branch family to keep the gene pool fresh. He tapped his fingers against the glass and ran his fingers through his hair again. Passing a Starag to another family under the guise of an Academy student. Either his Lady somehow won the Queen’s affections, which his Lady viciously rallied against, or the Queen finally tired of the family’s attitude and was attempting to reign in their independence. An expensive chain indeed.

The blond gave it away first. He watched as the Starag made his way and kept his distance before bowing. His movements shone with well practiced elegance. The Noilas certainly taught him well. He sipped at the drink in his hand and a fun thought slipped through his head. The mage had been sent away from the royal family to serve a lesser house, a noble one yes but not the royal family, so it was only fitting to test his loyalty in this situation. He glanced to his right, sipping at his drink as he took in the mages who attended the Princess during her speech that had been left behind at the edge of the courtyard. He smiled briefly, wicked and sharp, before turning an appraising look to the young Starag. If the Princess wanted the Starag in his possession, so be it.

“You have been trained well.” Varis spoke, his words slow and measured. Language held as much power as mages welded when applied properly and Varis was loathe to misuse it. He snapped his fingers once and pointed to the spot in front of him. “Kneel.”

The mage's face fell just a tick; most wouldn't have noticed the change, but one with an eye for it could tell something troubling passed behind his eyes, however briefly. He hesitated for a beat or two, visibly swallowed, but then took a deep breath and stepped forward, face now somewhat more serious. He then fluidly sank to one knee, resting his elbow on the other, head lowered, eyes downcast. The scabbard on his hip came to rest on the stone behind him. He didn't say a word.

Varis watched silently as it played out. The mage knelt, still precise and fluid but more hesitantly than his earlier bow, and Varis reached out, brushing his fingers gently down the mage’s cheek then lightly but firmly gripped the boy's jaw. The vampire tilted his face up until their eyes met and Varis carefully held back his compulsion as he took a moment to just look. The Noilas truly outdid themselves in preserving Landar’s line and this boy practically glowed. All golds and blues, from his hair to his eyes to his clothes. He turned the mage’s face one way and another, making a show of examining him. When he tilted them towards the Princess’s mages, he held the Starag in that position and took a long sip from his nearly empty glass, watching Aaron’s reaction to seeing members of the Noila household watching him.

“I find it interesting, a Noila giving up a most precious resource. I wonder how you failed.” He wondered aloud and held Aaron’s position a moment more before releasing him. “How long would it take to have a new sword forged? I'm not sure I'm fond of my servant wearing Noila gifts.”
In ✧ Adventure Must Continue ✧ → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Anna

Interacting with:@HueMan[@Lunarlord34


“Careful Baron. Your arrogance is showing.” Anna glanced up at the creature before returning to her book, unphased in the face of his display. “Come down off your high horse for a few seconds and let me ask you something. If I refer you as the steward, outside of context of your position, does that make you my steward? No you, as we all are, are servants of the Masters of the Cathedral and thus “the” is in relation to our positions to the Supremes and which is why I said “the pet” and not “your pet”. And yet you believe I would have the audacity to claim that as ours.” She gestured flippantly towards the errand boy and turned a page with a small tsk as her eyes scanned the page. “No. Unless the Supreme Beings demanded it, I would rather have nothing to do with someone as punctually challenged and disaster prone as that.” She flipped another page.

“And secondly, I hardly find it proper you handing out punishments. Your authority is borrowed Baron. Given to you for a specific purpose or task. In this instance, it seems to find information and since I have hardly done anything to interfere with that, unlike someone trying to intimidate another working Guardian, I see no reason for your temporary authority to allow that.” Another page flipped and she paused with her finger on the page, opening another book to look at something else. “However if you feel the need, perhaps following up with our Lord Volaris may benefit your cause. Yet as I was a direct result of his whim, I find you may have difficulty with that particular path. Or, even better, you can continue with our job and we can move on with our lives, supporting our Lord rather than falling into petty fighting.”

She snapped the second book shut, muttering “And I thought I may have had something.” With a wave of her wand, the scroll unrolled across the table and she set her first book down and pulled the scribbled writing on the scroll closer.

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Volaris

interacting with:@Lunarlord34@Ithradine


'Thank you for making your NPC intelligent because I nearly messed up and we’ve only just begun.’ Volaris barely refrained from face palming as he heard Elizabeth quickly correct herself. He really should have had the foresight to consider that particular issue. He watched as Elizabeth mended the two soldiers’ wounds. It seemed healing magic still had the same effect. That was a relief.

“Helping a soul in need is the responsibility of anyone with the power to do so.” Volaris waved off the thanks. He regarded the pair. The man was useless now, sleeping peacefully now the pain had been washed away with Elizabeth’s magic. The woman now owed him a debt however and he fully planned to exploit that. Volaris sat, making his way slowly to the ground and laying his walking stick at his side. He looked back up at Elizabeth.

“Thank you for healing them Elizabeth.” His voice stayed cheery as he spoke to the girl, “Would you be a dear and take Megu to check the surrounding area for other survivors? I believe there was a fort further on that they could have taken refuge in. I will join you after I have taken care of these two.” Volaris smiled at the two and turned his attention back to the two soldiers, holding out his hands. “Create food and water.” A small loaf of bread, a bit of cheese, and a full waterskin appeared in his hands.

“You must be hungry after your ordeal. Eat up and perhaps you can explain what exactly happened here. Unfortunately, I am rather out of touch with the world. It feels like it's the first time I’m seeing it.” Volaris laughed. “I had secluded myself but with my granddaughter’s father gone, her life is in my hands and the life of a hermit is the life for the old, not the young.”
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