Inertia

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@BlackPanther

We're in the Discord chat screwing around, talking here would just spam it imho.

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@Mae

It's cool, no need to push yourself.
Healthiness is a crown only seen by the sick afterall.

Also, Panther, and 13org c'mon guys you knew she was sick.

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@HowlsOfWinter

It's the beeeeest of booooth worlds.

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@HowlsOfWinter

Now I'm tempted to place that one quote you said on Disc.

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Location: Near the outskirts of the 'Gathering' - Able to see the tall mountains.
Interacting with: @Dusksong - Eilidh, @Write - Éclair, @McHaggis - Flydren.
Mood: Inertness -> Drowsiness -> Apprehension

Skillset

• Fletching: He is an accomplished fletcher, making his own arrows and even his own bow
• Unnerving Stare: His stare is known to look at your core, your soul and deconstruct your very being
• Fleet of Foot: His tribe is naturally gifted in their fast stride, they can traverse the land with relative easy and can scale even the tallest trees in seconds.

• Scouting: His tribe requires to know the lay off the land, he scans the area around him and can make a mental or physical map.
• Dead-Eyed Markmanship: There are some truths in rumours, his skill in Archery is well-reknowned
• Agile: He tends to fight using his quick speed, under the doctrate of being able to dodge every attack meaning that they can never sustain damage.

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Kanza's eyes opened wearily, the familiar smell of dirt and herbs entered his nose, his eyes slowly dulled recognising the interiors of the tent to be his own tribes. His mind silently sighed in relief, and his tensed body relaxed. He still gelt sluggish and slow, but the throbbing headache had slightly subsided, still present but he would be able to will himself through it. Turning his head he saw Eilidh, the tribe's apprentice healer, the person who would one day become the head healer. A tremendous responsibility.

With her head burrowed in her hands, he could almost hear Darragh's harsh and unforgiving tone, with a struggle he sat up slightly,

"Eilidh." he said, his voice still weaker than anticipated, his head slightly bowed in gratitude,"My most profound thanks for getting rid of that debilitating headache, it is very appreciated."

Instinctively he rubbed the bottom of his lips. The pain stung when it made contact, his jaw flinched and he quickly flicked his hand away. There were bandages covering his lower jaw.

What in Artemis' name happened to me?

He tried to gather his memories, trying his best to recall what he was seeing when the lake turned a shade of otherworldly gold. However his mind protested, the dull throbbing turning into full-on pain. Fortunately he still could remember the basic idea of whatever he had seen. It was a conversation between two figures, whom he could not recall the visages from and trying to do so simply invited the deafening throbbing back. What he didn't know was the purpose.

"How did I get here?" Kanza abruptly asked, his head turned towards Eilidh with a small smile, "I distinctly remember... falling unconscious by the riverside."

After a few moments, he finally placed his feet on the floor. The initial feeling of lethargy slowly easing it's grip on Kanza. With another groan he unsteadily got up, his gait slow as he made his way towards his bow and quiver. He just couldn't sit still and rest after an event like that, despite the initial protest of Eilidh. Though he did invite her to tag along if she were that worried.

Parting the drapes, he figured out they were already at the gathering. His eyes trained on the Wolfrahg and Longear arm in arm, drinking and laughing the day away. A few Abaneki's Craenak men exchanging stories of girth. This atmosphere was one of a place coming close to a festival. As he parted their drapes a few looked in his direction, some wolf-whistling, only to be elbowed by another Longear and explained who Kanza was in hushed tones.

He sighed, his brow creased slightly. He had almost forgotten how it vexed him to deal with large crowds of people, especially those itching for the festivities to begin. Although, amidst the whispers of 'pretty woman, must be a longear' and 'a woman with a bow' he heard one which stopped him in his tracks.

'Have you heard? Princess Narcissa has disappeared'

Kanza felt the wind knocked out of him, his eyes swam on the crowd before locking onto the figure who said it, marching towards him with such fierce trepidation that the man whom had said it recoiled in fear.

"Is this true?" he demanded, his voice low, but menacingly cold, "What has happened to her."

"I-I've only heard fro-from the rushing Karill, they were running all o-over, Sir." the lanky young man stammered, his eyes full of fearful apprhension.

After a moment he finally let the boy go, massaging his brows in frustration. The Princess being missing could topple and may even ruin this whole gathering. He would be willing to help in finding her, but in his state, he may be more off a hindrance than of real help. However that didn't mean he couldn't enlist help from his own tribe, or maybe his scant friendships.

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After awhile he found himself in the area the Longears have stationed themselves in. He glanced at his hands, which still shook slightly. As if to confirm his fears, he walked into the range to test out if he was fit to use his weapon. There were bullseyes lined up next to each other, each distance varying. It was mostly Longears using their range but you could find a few people from Wolfrahg, Abaneki', Hollafoth, Roamwyn and even Rumasra's scattered all about. A few even holding a mock competition.

All of them were occupied, so he picked one at random. One with a Longear, Wolfrahg and Roamwyn. All but the Longear sprung up voices of complaint,

"We were here first girlie." the tall Wolfrahg bellowed, towering over Kanza getting up in his face,

"Yeah yeah- can you even use a bow anyway?" the Roamwyn plodded on giggling stupidly, walking up and standing next to the Wolfrahg.

"Guys..." the Longear flustered warily, her eyes filled with anxiety instantenously recognizing Kanza, "Don't you kno-

Kanza held up a hand, as if to placate his fellow tribesmen. The Longear's eyes trailed onto the floor, her head shaking slightly,

"Sorry, but may I have a shot?" Kanza asked, locking his cold eyes onto the two men, "See... I've been trying to learn the bow. It's one of my first shots."

Kanza didn't bother explaining the truth, he didn't want to deal with that at the very moment. He only had an annoyed look brandishing his bow. Pulling an arrow from his quiver, and lining up his shot. With an eye closed his breathing came to a deathly halt, and with the string taut he let it go. The arrow cut through the air tremendous speed, so much so that it produced a distinct howling whistle, a whistling only attained by archers of the highest caliber. The whistling even caught the attention of some goers, heads turned towards the sharp, hypnotizing sound.

It landed directly at the bullseye, to the untrained eye it would seem that this shot was indeed flawless, however Kanza's brow furrowed faintly. The shot was just slightly, slightly off the intended trajectory, vexing him and turning his expression even more icy. The Wolfrahg and Roamwyn jaws flew agape, and the Longear accompanying then just had his face buried into his palm. Kanza turned around and began walking towards the exit, towards the main encampment of the Longears. As he did so he passed by the trio.

"Sincerest apologies, Head Advisor Kanza." the female Longear uttered, her head bowed in solemnity "I-I... They didn't know any better and-"

"Raise your head, and fret not." Kanza said, his eyes passing by the two awestruck tribesmen by her side, beads of sweat proliferating, "It's understandable if people do not recognize me. Excuse me, I have to run, something important had come up."

After a moment's pace he reached the main tent, and headed straight for the tent of Flydren seeing as the chieftain appeared busy, dealing with other important affairs. As he parted the drapes, two figures stood before him, the champion of the tribe, Éclair and (as much as he renounces it) soon to be chieftain of the Longears.

"Master Flydren, Miss Éclair." Kanza called out, giving a curt yet short bow as he greeted them, "I apologize for having barged in like this unannounced. But... have you heard of what happened to Princess Narcissa?"

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I'm picturing a simple, pretty normal land (compared to the grandeur realms of the Gods, Tempus doesn't really care much about it, also partly cause he's almost never home) that's fairly sized. There would be this consistent, grinding gear noise that almost always seems relative to the listener.

Most peculiar thing would be the room where he watches the timeline/timestream. It would be bathed in colours of pure white and gray, something like this.

Hmm another area he's particularly fond off is the terrace where he can watch (artificial) sun set through the meadows and bask in it's beauty.

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@13org

Era barely started so I mean,

shrug

It's fine if you enter now, but if you wanna wait that's on you.

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@HowlsOfWinter

What I spelled it correctly.

Hurriedly shuffles to correct.

No sweat.

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@Write @Dusksong oh and @McHaggis

Uh, if you guys wish you could be the figure bringing Kanza back to the tribe, or it'll be a scout from the tribe or a guard from Hollafoth. Either four is fine XD.

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Location: Near the outskirts of the 'Gathering' - Able to see the tall mountains.
Interacting with: @Angel Eyes-Ioan (Collaboration)
Mood: Honored -> Wonder

Skillset

• Fletching: He is an accomplished fletcher, making his own arrows and even his own bow
• Unnerving Stare: His stare is known to look at your core, your soul and deconstruct your very being
• Fleet of Foot: His tribe is naturally gifted in their fast stride, they can traverse the land with relative easy and can scale even the tallest trees in seconds.

• Scouting: His tribe requires to know the lay off the land, he scans the area around him and can make a mental or physical map.
• Dead-Eyed Markmanship: There are some truths in rumours, his skill in Archery is well-reknowned
• Agile: He tends to fight using his quick speed, under the doctrate of being able to dodge every attack meaning that they can never sustain damage.

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Cespheus II approached him with a placid yet cautious expression, his eyes scanning Kanza up and down as if to confirm his thoughts. After a few seconds he became entirely dismissive, waving Kanza off as the 'kid advisor from the Longears'. With an obligatory greeting he walked away, back onto the oddly bamboo shaped carrier. With the now sheathed soldiers lingering behind him, warily keeping their peripherals on Kanza. He brushed off the remarks made by Cespheus II, he paid no mind to his indifference- infact Kanza could relate to it.

The two other figures stepped forward, one with stocky and short black hair. He looked experienced and well trained, if he had to guess it would be Wale Magnorium, head of the guard. Kanza's icy and sharp eyes bore into the young man, who then bowed and apologized for not having recognized him,

"... Apologies are unnecessary, I'm not of much importance to be known, nor do I have the intention to be." A genuinely rare, narrow smile crept up on his face before he continued, "Sir Wales, drop the 'Sir', I feel that it's too pompous to refer to someone like me."

Wales lifted an eyebrow curiously, "Modest. Thats a quality to be cherished. I understand Kanza."

The other figure, more feminine figure greeted him with a short 'Hello'. Kanza couldn't decide wether this individual was a male or a female, as ironic as it was. The voice was soft and high pitched, bearing a semblance to princesses in court. His purple, wispy hair seemed to flow against the wind. Kanza narrowed his eyes, trying to place a gender on this individual, and figure out who he/she is. After a few minutes of deliberation, he recognized him, Ioan du Van Nostrade. He shot off the same warning mimicking what Wales said earlier, something about him being more careful around these areas.

"I appreciate the courtesy." he said, his smile now gone and replaced with his natural rigid expression,"But I know my own way to my trib-"

Kanza's cut himself off, his gaze snapping onto the Lake. It's water beginning to glisten a royal yellow, illuminating the area around them softly. There is a quiet, peaceful thrumming that filled the air, a hum that almost sounds melodic. Kanza began to feel lightheaded, this rhythmic thumping felt nostalgic, as if he's heard this a million times before- but the Longears didn't have any instruments to make any tune similar to this almost angelic feeling.

Ioan felt a similar feeling it seemed. After Kanza had made it clear he could traverse these grounds on his own and the Hollatfoth tribe began to pull off, that sudden melodic glowing of gold light seemed to draw Ioan into it like a month. Almost immediately, he hopped out of the litter, almost toppling over the men who were carrying it, and slowly meandered closer and closer to the lake. What was this strange feeling? This humming. This golden light. Wale and Cespheus II and all the tribesmen were shocked as well, but for some reason, the marvelous watery beacon didn't effect them as it did Ioan.

Wale moved forth to grab Ioan, but the effeminate man only jerked away, almost as though involuntary. Ioan continued further, his focus on nothing but the golden lake that hummed like angels, luring him like a siren's song. Why did this remind him of a mother?

But now, even he was feeling a peculiar drowsiness wash over him as he sat by the lake and listened to it. The cherubic sounds flowed through his head and the winds, and then, out of the blue, his eyes swirled into a hazy whiteness and he began mumbling something very strange, incomprehensible to those around him. "אני אחד מן השמים והים. אני אקום שוב מן המצולות. אז בואו ביחד עדי החלום שלי."

"Ioan..." Wale muttered as he slowly moved forward , only to be stopped by Cespheus II who had a unprecedented grin on his face. It was safe to say, he was finally intrigued by something. "No..." he growled, moving Wale back with one hand, "Don't interfere. Let us see this play out..."

"אני אחד מן השמים והים. אני אקום שוב מן המצולות. אז בואו ביחד עדי החלום שלי." Ioan continued on, his cosmic words(or whatever it was he was saying) echoing and distorted with overlays of his own voice, like he was being possessed. And then, his body convulsed and he fainted in a fetal position, his hair sprawled out around him and partially dipped into the golden light. To be frank, Ioan was falling, once again, into the damsel in distress divison and on cue like a broadway play, Wale came to the rescue, whisking him away from this place.

Kanza himself didn't notice Ioan's otherwordly speaking, he himself teetered closer towards the ethereal glow of gold. With each step his mind strained as if a weight was added to his shoulders. His eyes began to glow a deific blue, and hummed in accordance with the thumping from the lake. Even when he tried shutting his eyes his body still moved forwards in the same direction like it has done this a million times before. His mouth spasmed open and close, moving at impossible speeds but no sound came.

The thumping became deafening at this point, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat synchronizing with the symphonic sounds the odd blanket of yellow. He opened his eyes a little, and for some reason he felt he wasn't near the lake anymore. It was glazed and blurry, but he could tell he was in an enclosed area of beautiful marble and rock. He was speaking with another figure, taller in stature. Even through his cloudy vision he could tell that the person wasn't exactly pleased to be talking to him. They spoke in a language Kanza couldn't ever hope to understand.

"Անգամ, երբ դուք համարձակվում սահմանափակել իմ իշխանությունը" the figure looking down at Kanza said, it didn't help that there was this ear-splitting ringing present throughout.

"Սա էր ձեր սեփական եղաւ, ես զգուշացրել եմ բոլորին մեկը քեզ հավասարապես:" a voice came not from the imposing figure, Kanza felt that the voice was familiar- as if he's heard it somewhere before but he couldn't remember when. Soon he recognized that they were the only ones present in the spacious room, so the voice could be coming from none other than himself.

His head throbbed intensely, clasping his eyes closed again. With each and every blink, he returned to the Lake, but with another returned to the building of fine marble. At this point he dug his knees deeper into the dirt, it wouldn't stop shifting back and forth- normal to otherworldly, and from otherworldly back to normal. He bit his lip to push back his scream of anguish, so much so that he began drawing blood.

After a while of writhing in pain, Kanza gave in and everything finally faded to black and the next thing he knew was that he was on the back of a figure he didn't recognize. They were traversing the land at a fair pace. He couldn't even muster up any energy to check who it was and he lethargically lowered his head onto the person's back.