Dezuel

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Gadez's ghostly blue eyes had followed Aliseth the moment he had come into view, the blond man couldn't help but smirk then softly chuckle as he heard what Aliseth had to say.

"Ahh, my favorite guessing game. Whose there? A fool's brother? A lost originator? A trapper? The heir of the Lunaris throne? Aelios replacement in the making? It could be anything or nothing. Well… ought not a guard to know about these things? Whom is kept in here and for what reason hm? Well, in your particular case… it can be excused as you've no doubt been quite pre-occupied lately." He said softly, his left hand wandering to rest by his waist.

"After all.. you were one of the five which walked off with the princess. Two guardsmen, a servant, a cat and a mangy mutt. I must say it is quite amusing to see that you've found yourself in here, after said princess were attacked. Is it because of your failure during that particular event? Or perhaps some other reason? Well, you did come across as... lacking, so I suppose it was inevitable that you would find yourself here. But the fault also lies with the princess who allowed such a thing to happen. We are all held responsible for our own actions to which there are reactions." The blond man traced his right hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving Aliseth. How Dawnhaven was spoiling him with visitors, and he had no tea to offer neither. What a pity.

"The chain of events which lead us all forwards. Destiny if you wish. It is quite different from fate, which is a belief that everything is pre-ordained and our choices doesn't matter in the end. As for my crime? Oh simply a promise of regicide coupled with something which keeps people from sleeping at night. Truth." He snickered as he allowed his own finger trace down his jawline.

"Better ask yourself, what has given you the audience with one such as I? Surely not your ineptitude? As for whom I be? A dear child bear many a name. But you may know me as Gadez. Good thing those bars are there to protect you from a being so frightful as myself. Might be wise to keep your fingers off those bars, you'll never know… I might bite. So what am I to call you? Guard dog? Zephyros seems to be permanently relieved. What a relief. Truly." He gave a taunting smirk, satisfaction on his face as he watched Aliseth.

@Dark Light

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Self-proclaimed pinnacle of the world? The audacity! How dared he presume that he had not earnt his rightful title fairly!

The nobleman's eyebrows had furrowed, he knew he had a certificate if his right of suxh a title. Paying those judges at the beauty contests so they could see reason had been well spent. But this overbearing brute before him now, had asked a question so dumb, that it left the nobleman at a loss of words. Ofcourse Aelios herself had a hand in his noble creation, how else would anyone explain his magnificent looks? He was sculpt in the image of a god.

"Oh you thickheaded, ill-mannered and poppycock induced brute. Of course Aelios had a hand in my creation. Perfection at it's finest. As for why the skies are dark can be two things, one being that Aelios is testing her chosen or the other is that some underhanded filthy barbarians and their bitch of a moon witch have attacked my goddess out of jealousy!" Ayel clarified, holding up on of his noble fingers as if making a very good point. Regardless if it were one or not.

"I am exquisite. You have that part right, perhaps your master taught you something that latched on. Hm. And my lotions and skin products are top quality. Unlike your parentage. Your father was likely a drunk mountain ape and your mother sone form of crossbreed of an oaf and a hag-witch!" He held out his accusing finger towarda Valthyr, that would surely show him the superiority of all things Aurelian.

The wicked barbarian then discarded his clothes, the disgusting fat pig! The unsightly unwashed ogre!

"Defilement of scenery! Cease your disgusting actions at once! I will not hesitate to make an example of you!"

The pale man spoke in a threatening, if not abit uneasy tone. He didn't want to put in effort to use his magic on some peasant, they were clearly beneath him. Despite how tall they were. Why were all these lesser creations of thw gods trying to pester him so? He was a lover, albeit a self-appreciating lover, but a lover no less, not a fighter. That was for more brawn and less brain people.

Ayel's mind quickly wandered to Flynn. He had been the perfect example of muscle and getting things done. Had his royal highness had been born a servant, he would have made an excellent butler. While Ayel had been pre-occupied with himself, a thing which often took both time and priority, that unsavory man which had disrobed had begun to assume his true form. He was seemingly planning to leap at his noble fairness, taking advantage of it's beastly blood no doubt.

The Marquess raised his hands in defense, but the other big brute. Igor? Izor? He could remember, had grappled the beast in a display of true uncivilized barbarianess and was actually proving himself useful.

Cutting wood? This lumbering oaf was a lumberjack. A dumb lumberjack. Perfect. Wait. Did he. Call him Marcus? That inbred insufferable-

He could use this oaf to cur down the surrounding forest and have the dim creature build a palisade to keep the noble secrion of Dawnhaven safe from the poor.

But he couldn't ponder on the plan as Persephone and Sya were both present and seemingly craved his reprimands.

'Those self-harming apes are embracing their own suffering! Sickly beasts!' He thought before lashing out.

"Be the better man? I am -clearly- the best man. Not just for Dawnhaven, but for making sure that my friend, the prince's future kingdom is not ruined by some jealous moon-worshipping hag-hugging apemen. And you will address me as Lord Raunefeldt you withering, wrinkly old sag-bag!" Ayel grit his teeth and pointed at Persephone. "Rest assured that the prince will receive my full report of this lack of respect shown to his childhood friend. You'll be hanging by the gallows at the end of the week. "

The nobleman's eyes narrowed. How dared they team up on him. Then again. He was a proud, strong and handsome man. They had to band together with their foul appearance and schemes to have a chance no doubt.

Then Sya had spoken to him, he felt uneasy as he beheld the unnatural abomination. But even more so, he had no idea what she were saying. Causing the man to squint and tilt his head slightly.

"What in Aelios name is this creature even saying? Shut your twin-tongued mouth! La la la! I am not listening!" Ayel reached up and tried to put his fingers into his ears.

"You are an abomination! A monster! It's a sin for you to even exist! Just you wait, King Auric will drive you all away back to the cave you came from!" He removed his fingers from his ears, still looking agitated, breathing heavily. Being upset was way too taxing on his noble mind. He was made for refined things after all, not speaking with these...animals.

@Beard Dad@PrinceAlexus@Fetzen

Realms of Sun & Shadow

"You already walk beside the herald of destruction, Flynn of Aurelia. You seek to eat the apple and still keep it, greed at it's finest. You are his son indeed! But our world is not as kind as the land in a fairytale!

If you walk this path, you will not only lose yourself, but her too... and many others. Gaze upon this moment, Red Star! Look back and allow regret to be your cruel yet efficient teacher, as you walk down that path."

The blue eyed prisoner spoke out his words loud, his face close to the iron bars. He allowed himself a soft sigh, his grip on the bars loosening as he leaned back.

"Enjoy finding the truth! I found it a long time ago before you were even born!" He yelled after Flynn, then allowed a smirk form on his lips.

His work was now done at the jail, for now. Whilst the wolf had not come sniffing, the prince had. While indeed, the monk was physically within the cell, he would now most likely be a haunting specter in Flynn's head. At least that was what he assumed, after all, their meeting had not only been to find out what kind of man he were, but also if he was worthy to lead Dawnhaven. The warrior-monk was not convinced, yet the younger man was seemingly not fully under Auric's thumb.

He was ambitious, overly so, like a man who had never lost a battle. The blond prisoner gave a slight snort.

He had lost battles in the past himself, but winning or losing battles were part of life. One could still win... the war. Despite having displayed the brand so clearly, Prince Flynn had seemingly not yet realized what it meant and he had been careless to not see a minute detail.

'Power that defies all laws...'

It was such a dangerous feeling. A poison of the mind and body. It corrupts the soul.

'...love...'

Such a double-edged sword, it gave such power, but a very fatal flaw. A vulnerable mark. A parent... a lover.... or a child.

'... what was it that the lynx hid within, a secret dangerous as sin...'

The blond man's eyes wandered to the wall opposite of the bars where he seemed to see the shape of a darkhaired young woman, her grey eyes peaceful, a soft smile on her lips, in her hands, wrapped in the softest of cloth it were.

' ...the stone in paw, a result of alchemy's law...'

The cloth unfurled, in it's careful embrace it laid. A smooth gemstone. A precious dark gem. Shimmering with hidden hue of gold. Then the image of the woman faded away. The monk closed his eyes momentarily, his mind wandering over the time he had spent locked up and the people that had visited him. Zephyros. Elio. Flynn. Amaya. The tall girl from the inn and finally the Raunefeldt girl. It had been an eventful time to be a prisoner.

But then again, had he not always been a prisoner? The more he allowed that thought to peck at him the more he felt to give in to laughter.

His blue eyes slowly opened to set eyes upon the wall again, this time the he thought he could see a blonde haired and blue eyed young woman standing in place where the darkhaired spectre of his past once had been.

Those piercing familiar blue eyes. He knew them.

The long blonde hair around that pale smooth skin.

'...the stone hid in plain sight, it's fairness concealed by the mane of it's fallen creator...'

'...bearing it's maker's name. Held between the remaining maker and it's mortal foe...'

"A wise warrior keeps his heart beyond his foes reach. Isn't that right?" The blond man smirked and then set his eyes at the bars ahead of him. It was time to bid his leave of the cell. There were much work that needed to still be done. Dawnhaven would become the beacon with or without Flynn. After all, why else had he decided to bring his heart with him? It couldn't be allowed to slip into Auric's hands after all. He was going to leave the cell the coming night, one way or the other. He had things which he needed to take care of. He was a gardener after all.

'If you only knew how close you were to finding out where it is. Red Star. Destroy me and it will in turn destroy you no matter what you choose to do.'

He began to chuckle before it turned into full blown laughter, echoing down the stone corridor leading from his cell. Some would have likely thought him mad. But what else can one be, in a world as mad as this?

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Era of Anarchy (Central Hub + Jovian Sphere)

Bernhardt

Name: Bernhardt Griffith
Appearance:

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Age: 27
Bio: Bernhardt's origins is clouded in secrecy, where did he come from? None know. Or those who do choose not to mention anything about it. He however has made a name for himself in the military, quickly rising through the ranks due to his leadership skills, charisma and skills at piloting a mobile suit. He currently is the second in command of the alliance, the current leader, Siegfried Krauser is the son of the alliance founder and is a strong vocal opponent to the majority of the Earth Pact. Where Siegfried points, Bernhardt goes. Bernhardt enjoys seeking out and fighting strong opponents, prefering to pilot suits that he has gotten accustomed to until he feels that they are insufficient no matter his skills. That being said, he is one of only a select few who survived a major battle involving a mass produced amount of Asshimar mobile suits. A majority of these suits were ultimately defeated due to the weak core these suits possessed and the lack of physical weaponry to deal with beam resistant enemies.

Mundane Skills: Amazing mobile suit pilot, skillful fencer, horseback rider, capable shot, skilled speaker.
Personality: Charismatic, shrewd and opportunistic. An initiative taker and dreamer at heart. He has a peculiar sense of honor and wants more often than not fight one-on-one battles against opponents he deem worthy, he very much hate AI and those who have 'defiled their bodies' meaning those who have amplified themselves with Alaya-Vijnana System. Unlike many other pilots within the alliance, Bernhardt doesn't make use of any substances or amplifiers in battles. He considers them dishonorable and he does not want to use nuclear weapons, unless he believes the end justifies the means. He is prone to take enemy mobile suit weapons as trophies if he can.
Are you a Newtype or Cyber-Newtype (Nerfed), Coordinator, or have the Alaya-Vijyana System implanted into your spine? N.

Faction Name: Azure Aegis Alliance

Faction Members: Bernhardt Griffith, Siegfried Krauser (Currently NPC leader)

Power Level: Autocracy. Economic and military powerhouse. Access to nuclear missiles. Thousands of mobile suits. PMX-000 Messala are what the aces and commanders pilot. Regular pilots often end up piloting the RMS-179 GM II. Very few are also using Asshimar mobile suits.

Numbers: 15000 soldiers, 35000 support personell.

Tech Level: Good. They excel at earth atmosphere flight mobile suits, even modifying ground types to fly, they also have the funds and access to enriched uranium to produce nuclear weapons. A majority of their energy structure uses nuclear energy, sending the dirty nuclear waste out into space rather than having it harm the earth. They've possess three elevators which sends shuttles and ships into space with their accompanying cargo.

Location(s): Azure Aegis Alliance (Collection of smaller states)

History: The faction rose years before the Anarchy, they objected strongly missions into space, claiming the true place for mankind was on earth, and anyone attempt to build in space was an attempt to become a god. This is something they could never permit. They will not settle for anything other than the complete annihilation of all the space colonies and eventual dismantling of the moon once all is done. Many of it's younger pilots have been brainwashed and indoctrinated into hating spacenoids. Before, during and after the Anarchy, this faction has done all within it's power to amplify tensions between other factions. Whilst it is reluctant to wage war against other earth factions, it will do so when or if it feels threatened. Diplomacy with other earth factions are prefered. As is ample assassination missions of figureheads of other nations to remove a clear 'spacenoid friendly' threat.

Name: Asshimar
Is it a Gundam? No
Appearance:
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Canon or Fanon Specs:

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

The nobleman's jaw dropped as he heard Ivor confess that he was indeed an ape. The noble.an's gaze momentarily went to the dark sky, as if asking Aelios... why?

'This barbaric creature is so dumb, that he would mistake his own fleas as tiny little advisors. And his own flatuence as thunder. To call him human, or even remotely sub-human would be to insult the fleas using his lumbering mishapen form as a colony.' Ayel thought to himself as the clothing destroying ape from the north had saw it fit to introduce himself before Ayel himself had.

In normal cases back in Aurelia, he would have launched an entire campaign on ruining the life of anyone trying to outshine him. What was taking his damnable servant so long?! He needed clearly to be announced whenever entering a place so people of less importance would realize they were in the company of nobility. Soon to be divine nobility.

The nobleman instinctively reached for his neck to stroke his brochė that usually was neatly attached to his shirt. But he then came to the realization he was in a state of undress and unrest.

Ivor? Was that this ape's name? The nobleman mentally tried saying it. It felt dirty and he shook, trying to immediately forget the hulking figure's name.

And just when he was to verbally slaughter the unwitting barbarian, another awful voice was heard. Oh no.

'It's like when those overgrown male deers yell for their females. It bothers every other thing nearby.' He thought

"Problem?! You are the problem!" Ayel pointed his finger accusingly at Valthyr. Why was this other overgrown oaf not in jail? Had they already used up what space they had with some minor criminal? These two were clearly a top priority for the future of Dawnhaven.

A barbarian free Aurelian colony which would be governed by the two best friends that the kingdom of Aelios had ever seen, until the day when Flynn would be crowned king and conquer the barbarian lands and then because of gratitude, Ayel himself would be given the title of governor of Dawnhaven and the new Aurelian northern areas. Well...up until Aelios would elevate him as her consort that is.
But the ever realistic and perceptive nobleman was blinking as Ivor explained that he had mistaken his expensive limited edition attire for some kind of creature.

Was he blind?! Ayel frowned, he had seldom been so gravely insulted. That his carefully picked outfit would be mistaken by some good for nothing ape as a female of it's kind, or some such... it was unfathomable.

'He's Lord Stormlight's sister with a beard! This is Jericho with fleas! Not even the prophecy saw this idiotic thing coming!'

Then he did mention that he was to appologize.

'Little man?! Even maggots that feast on carrion would deem this barbarian's flesh unfit for consumption. But perhaps I can have some use for this miserable mishapen mammoth. Yes perhaps-' He was caught mid-thought as Ivor knelt before him.

'The ape knows his place...' He felt an intense surge of satisfaction. Of his Aurelian superiority.

Then it happened. The hulking beast had wrapped a filthy fur thing around him.

He recoiled. Not of the smell, nor what it were. But surprise. How had Aelios allowed this singleminded thickheaded hairbrush gotten the better of him? Unforgivable!

"Ahhhhhhh! What in Aelios holy fire are you doing?!" The nobleman screamed out loud his hands in a panic taking hold of the heavy furs, he felt disgusted. How many insects had made it their home? How many years had it been covered in barbarian sweat, snot and remnants of meals had long ago. Not only that it was made of pig. Wild pig! And pigs rolled in the dirt. Which made them definitely dirty.

Never had he been in contact with something as foul, except when Nathaniel's older sister had stood close enough to him that he had accidently breathed in air she had exhaled from her wicked mouth.

The nobleman used all his physical strength to toss the fur towards Valthyr, before the nobleman threw himself into the formerly-private hotspring. He had to clean himself. He had to rid himself of any taint having tried to lay claim upon his holy vessel of a body.

He panickedly began to clean himself all over. He had even momentarily put aside the fact that the old crone had now also shown up uninvited. Her mocking words landed on him as he was too busy ridding himself of the fur.

How dared they!

Ayel's noble eyes landed on Persephone now, momentarily putting aside his punishment to Ivor for his defilement. It was hard to look, the nobleman furrowed his noble brows. Naked?! Naked and -old-!

He shut his eyes hard. No no. He had to wipe that mental image from his mind. Qll the wrinkles. Imperfections. He felt lightheaded and then felt a surge of newfound resolve, he could not falter in Aelios very temple. He ooened his eyes and looked at Persephone again, trying to keep his eyes at her face. He felt abit of unwanted heat on his face. All that anger and the hot water had made his skin compromised. That was certainly it.

"Your face is a scar on the land! This is a crone-free area! No witches are allowed!" Ayel motioned around him to form a circle.

She had introduced herself. And he had yet to have his name ring out. Two introductions before he did. Persephone?

"Purse-phony Coarse-Swine." Ayel said kn a spiteful manner. "How fitting for a -disgusting- and -old- hagbag! I am Marquess Ayel Raunefeldt, and I will not be spoken to by some pretender noble from ape-mountain!" The marquess pointed q finger accusingly at her and then he looked at Valthyr. "Don't you have a goat to court?! Shoo! Go after that blonde goatgirl perhaps the prince can try you both for treason against decency!" Ayel yelled and shook his fist angrily, his teeth gritting then finally landing on Ivor. "For your crimes against nobility, you shall serve me until your lifedebt is complete, for your first assignment..." Ayel held his tightened fist before his mouth, pretending to cough in case someone wasn't paying attention.

However this creature he was dealing with was likely as dumb as dumb could get. He had to try his best to make him understand.

"You. Igor! You find priestess. Bring me her towel! Understood?! The little blonde one! Well?! Move it! I don't have all day, my time is precious! And stop staring and get away from my sight the rest of you unsightly creatures!" He snarled as he pulled his hair back, climbing up high enough so he could peek over the bath area down to the bigger more public one. Were that damn beast tamer there or more of them? Then he saw it. His eagle-eyed noble eyes saw the unmistakable snake creature. He knew it! That monster was behind it! Slithering conniving serpent! The man yelled down at her. "Aha! I knew you had a hand in this! You will pay dearly for this!"

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Era of Anarchy (Central Hub + Jovian Sphere)

Malak

Name: Malak Caliban
Appearance:

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Age: 60
Bio: Malak is one of the instigators of the Anarchy, having partaken in various atrocities in the initial phases of the incident. He was originally from Mars, having lost his parents to a radical group on earth, making him an orphan. Hatred soon led him to similar minded people, thus he joined a radical group with deep rooted hatred for the people of earth and the martian leaders which from their point of view had failed in many important aspects. Malak doesn't speak of his past with anyone, he isn't a man who looks back or even to the future, he lives in the present and flies from place to place devouring whatever comes in his way, like a swarm of locusts.
Mundane Skills: Skilled gunman, experienced pilot, exceptional mechanic, physically fit for his age, knows how to make bombs, hacking consoles, hand-to-hand combat, knife combat
Personality: Merciless, sadistic and heartless. Malak is evil incarnate, thriving in battle and want to kill as many people as possible on his path to hell. The world is his playground and he will not settle down anytime soon. This is all a game to him.
Are you a Newtype or Cyber-Newtype (Nerfed), Coordinator, or have the Alaya-Vijyana System implanted into your spine? Y, Alaya-Vijyana System.

Faction Name: Red Riot

Faction Members: Malak and approximately a hundred members, including pilots, personell for the ship and various agents providing sensitive intel to the group.

Power Level: Terrorist cell, "mercenary company",

Numbers: Approximately a hundred. With agents on mostly Mars and Venus if not with the main group on the ship.

Tech Level: Pilots a red Alvatore, a red Alvaaron unit inside of it. Commonly known by those who see it as "The Cancer" as it resembles a crayfish in space. A Girty Lue class warship known as the "Geist" , an asteroid hideout, 12 or so mobile suits consisting mostly of GNX-603T GN-X or anything they may capture. (They often scrap machines that are too heavily damaged and eject them into space after repairing those who are more intact.)

Location(s): "Phantom Veil" Red Riot hideout (Hollow asteroid near Jupiter)

History: Created before the Anarchy, and were responsible for shooting down diplomatic shuttles, trading vessels and raiding anyone unfortunate enough to come in their way. Malak served as second in command of Red Riot, but assumed leadership after the former leader Shogo Sarakawa was killed in a major battle against an united earth force close to the moon.

Name: "Red Lobster" (The Alvatore+Alvaaron)
Is it a Gundam? Yes
Appearance:

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Canon or Fanon Specs:

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Patience. His vast patience was running thin. Almost as thin as his waistline. That corset was indeed doing wonders for his figure.

But where in the world was the somewhat useful blonde servant girl? Surely Aelios wouldn't have left him unaided, unless… she had planned for this. The goddess had wanted him to step out and come to the realization that he would not need to yell for them. They would come to him as Aelios had clearly decided. He felt flustered. How had he missed that part? He shook his head softly turning around and pushed against the door.

It wasn't moving. 'What peasantry is this?!' His noble eyes narrowed. Another test hurled his way? The nobleman raised his head and gaze to the top of the door. That had to be it.

The nobleman reached for the handle and pulled. The door opened.

'Ah!' He mentally proclaimed his victory. You were supposed to pull. Of course. It all made sense now. He was pulling the door handle, and Aelios was pulling him in turn. He felt a sense of accomplishment for his puzzle solving skills, surely those dimwitted dirty mountain apes would have taken years to figure out how to open the door. They were after all dumber than dogs. That's why he had always prefered cats. Every noble worth his vault in gold would have at least one cat to bring to the contests. Of course he still had his horse, which had won several medals, even if the medals really belonged to the nobleman himself. It was after all because of the strict diet, training and etiquette that his horse had performed as well as it did.

Then again, much like himself, his horse came from a refined line. Albeit a hoove bearing one. The nobleman walked back into the private bath area, looking at the peacock warning parchment in his hand.

'What a dumb warning. Could it be to keep the idiotic thickheaded louts away from here? Perhaps they have some unreasonable fear for majectic avians.' He tossed the parchment to the side casually and then he stepped on something.

A feather clad thing? Was it a dead bird? He reached out with his bare foot and gave it a poke, looking down at it. That was no bird. It was a hat. It did remind him of his own, just in a far worse condition. Probably some jealous second rate noble was trying to impersonate him. He chuckled to himself. They would need all the luck in the world with that. There was alot to impersonate, and none could do it as flawlessly nor with the same grace as the original. He gave the feathery hat a kick to the side, sending it off to the other end of the bath area. Then he lifted his gaze, setting sight on what looked like a the massacre of a bird.. and then.

The nobleman took a moment to allow his noble braincells to connect in their own pace.

It was his attire. No. It were his attire. What remained of it. Some abominationable snowman was holding unto it!

"Ahh? …ahh....Aaaaahhhhh! What do you think you are doing?! YOU WALKING HAIRBRUSH! YOU LEFTOVER BEEF JERKY SHOWING UP UNINVITED!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as the realization stuck him, he had been attacked in his absence. Someone had forgotten their pet mammoth at the bath. That damn beast tamer. It had to be. He took another breath before unleashing his second barrage.

"Shoo! Go back to your cave! You constipated walrus! I've seen more charismatic rocks! Clearly evolution got bored with you and decided to skip work the day you were made! Your face is a crime scene!" Ayel spit wildly as he seethed, pointing an accusing finger at Ivor, forgetting that he was standing there in all his undressed glory. "If only ugliness were a weapon then perhaps you could have been useful! What have you to say for yourself APE?!" The nobleman grinded his teeth against each other, his face was growing red enough to steam the water from his face.

@Beard Dad

Realms of Sun & Shadow

It was a lovely morning, day, evening or night. Claret had no idea which, he had been taught that the sun went up... and then came down. He was certain there were something about directions too. But thinking about it would waste valuable time better used to obtain the three reasons to live. Booty... and he could have sworn there were two more reasons.

The hatless man made his way to exit the doorway when an orange haired woman passed him by. It was one of the women that had earlier given him that predatory look.

She wanted him. The scoundrel gave a cheeky grin to the thought, why had the goddessses made him so damn irresistable?

'Tha wanted posters are roight. Me be feckin' craved. Shite.' He thought but his mind went to other things as he felt a familiar feeling, as if he was standing on his ship again. He was swinging left and right, but he kept his balance. No wait. He wasn't the thing moving, neither were he. It was the orange haired woman's-

Stern. That's what you called it on a ship.

He felt nostalgic, not only did it remind him of being on the swaying ship and facing the salty rain and wind, it was also motivating him about keeping eyes on what truly mattered.

'Booty ahoi!' He mentally chanted and before he knew he was starting to follow her. No wait. He had to meet royalty and make a good first impression. The man stopped in his tracks and licked his hands, then dragged both hands along his hair back.

'Lesse... if me were a spoiled royal lad or lass, where would me be findin' meself?' He pondered and looked around, spotting a tower in the distance.

He recalled the book he had read about the princess being locked away in the tower. He had not really read it back then, he had just looked at the drawings. But it had sparked his interest in pursuing gentle-piratey scholarly ways. So he could both write and read all the romance involved living such a risky pirate life.

What were he doing again? Ah yes. It was the tower. Of course the royals would be staying there. Where else would a princess be? He had already climbed up one once, and ran from a ton of guards. A sense of nostalgia washed over him, those were the days of his youth. Two years ago.

Before he knew it, the enticing swaying before him had vanished. A sense of loss washed over him, it was a step worse that a wave of saltwater.

The alchemy tower came into view.

'Feck. It be shaped just like me- oh well look a' tha' a perfectly placed windo'. Nothin' screams competence like makin' a dramatic entreh.' He dashed from hiding place to hiding place, getting closer to the building. He could already see the scene in his mind. Standing in the window and lighting struck. Lightning? It was snowing. Somehow he would have to inprovise the dramatic entrance. Like wrapping a cloak around himself and then reveal himself, causing the princess to instantly fall in love with him. Then the prince and he would strike up a friendship as blood brothers, and then duel to win the princess heart. The stuff of legends. Yes. His body was ready. But was the alchemy tower?

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Halcyon sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and placing his both hands on top of his lap. His eyes closed momentarily, then opened to stare right back at Flynn.

"Why keep me in here? When all it does is waste your resources and give the wolf chasing after the princess one less option of whom to give chase after…" He raised his left hand, holding up one of his fingers.

"Why send me to the Aurelian king, when all it does is putting everyone here at risk and that very king himself. In chess, all pieces on the board may checkmate the king if the right conditions are met. A king cannot afford rumors to spread. Lest new claimants to his wretched throne may spring up like crocuses, and he will have no choice but to silence anyone whom may or may not have heard anything about it. Rest assured, little brother. I do not crave that bloodstained throne of his." He added and held up two fingers now, smirking slightly as he pondered on the absurd idea of claiming the Aurelian throne. He couldn't afford to even entertain such folly thoughts.

"Kill me? Of course you could try that. However... I did not come to Dawnhaven unprepared. Another be within these walls ready to take my mantle should my end come sooner rather than later. Revenge is a thing we have inherited. It's in our blood. Red Star. We may of course try repel this nature of ours or fall to distractions, no doubt your own blood boils as you think of the one who attacked the princess. We are not so different are we? You are an equally bold one to leave her in the hands of those guards. What she needs is not guards watching over her. What she needs is a teacher. Of will and skill. Might and magic." He held up a third finger. "I may provide her with such, if she'd be willing." He said softer then proceeded.

"So you claim that it was by your hand that Dawnhaven was formed? Hahah... that would mean you have done a far graver offense than I towards Aurelia. While indeed it can be a potential bait for Lunaris, it can cut in both directions. Perhaps it ought to be you sitting behind these bars?" He smiled in a genuinely amused manner.

"We are here because each one of us have hope for the future. Some call it fate, that it is preordained, that all things are attached and given a role to play from the moment they are born to the day they die. That the divine or otherwise decide it all. I argue against that with my entire being, It is the choices we make, life is a choice and each action we do has a reaction. This is known as destiny. Where we forge our future from our choices. Even a man as myself have a part to play, the role that I have chosen for the great play we find ourselves in." Halcyon moved his gaze away from Flynn, to stare at the wall behind Flynn, as if there were someone standing there next to him.

"One may presume many a thing. I don't presume to know you, but I do catch quite the bit by how you speak.. how you move... how you react... it does paint a picture. While you on the other hand presume that millions will die because of the blight. Leela and Kira, two blightborn within Dawnhaven. Are they dead or alive? The blight has made discerning which is which quite harder no? Here's my take at it. As long as your will is your own and you are able to act according to it. Then you are alive. So are you willing to sacrifice all of the blightborn within and outside of Dawnhaven to restore the world to how it were? Have all those whom came here for shelter and gave you their aid be rewarded with destruction? You gaze back at the past, but the past cannot ever be changed!" Halcyon rose up from his sitting position, picking up some stale cracker and throwing it against the nearby wall.

"If you compare the miseries upon the world with that of a dream of the past, then you will never ever wake up, but only wish to indulge yourself in that dream forever. It isn't that different from a bard's tune or the sweet poison served at the inns!" He raised his voice, pointing an accusing finger at Flynn, then he lowered his arm and assumed a more relaxed stance.

"There are no guarantees in life, not all of us are going to make it all the way. Yet have faith in mankind. We are still here. Surviving as before. If you care for the afflicted ones, if you indeed want to remove the source of the blight from this world and save everyone, the princess and yourself, then there's only one pathway for you to go and that pathway leads you right into a clash with Aelios herself. Replace her as a god." Halcyon lowered his voice and then walked up to the bars.

"Your child? One ought to not leave a child an orphan indeed. Some would be amazed at the length a parent would go to protect their offspring from harm. At the cost of their own health." Halcyon said in an eerily soft tone of voice, blowing some air through his mouth and throwing a glance to the wall behind Flynn.


"...the stone glimmered in the sun, in the fields of alraune, the lynx beheld it from afar, so that the golden door of the future would be kept ajar... A precious gem of the feline foe. An oath sworn in blood upon it's back, to ward it from all attack." The blonde began to hymn then turned around to face away from Flynn.

"You've ought to go and protect your other half aswell, little brother. Make haste. I did not have that luxury nor time. I am the ally of the blightborn and Dawnhaven, but I am the mortal enemy of Aelios and Auric. Nothing can change that. Not even the precious stone itself with all the curative powers it holds." The blonde narrowed his eyes to slits and turned around, his mouth forming into a smile, his blonde hair swaying from side to side.

@The Muse

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Era of Anarchy

I would like to show my interest for this one.