Kefka Palazzo

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@Rockette I'm just sorry it was so slow in the getting there.

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Cidolphus Escovane

Twenty Seven | 15, September | 6’0” | First Class
“They’re watching you die, and when you’re gone it’s like you weren’t even there…“

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Mrihl - Baron's Estate

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Cid drew himself as far into himself as he could as he ate, without appetite. Slow, mechanical motions of his jaw ground his food, as his mind flowed with thoughts as wild and alive as the waters of the river after the snow melts, as though all of his energy were placed into passing fits of ideas through his mind’s eye. What have they done to him exactly? Why was it manifesting now? What had triggered it? He found the thoughts only bloomed more, threads of idea and approach that caught and weaved together to make as detailed and intricate a web as any arachnid would be proud of. Was he a monster now? Surely since starting this whole thing, he hadn’t felt quite ‘human’, quite himself, but he hadn’t believed things to be so altered. Yes, the voice had taken some adjusting to, but in a way it was quiet comforting. A companion that seemed to be always there, compartmentalized in a corner of his mind, always willing to take him away if he were to simply lift back the veil that he had thrown over it. She hadn’t named herself, other than assuming the identities of numerous figures from his past, but there was a comfort that he found came with her presence. Almost, he reached for the veil, but stopped himself, suddenly cautious. Could she be part of what was happening to him?

He felt it better to push it all aside, to leave it all tucked neatly away, and he turned his attention back to what he knew, what he understood. Cid ate and drank with increased vigor, pulling his attention out of his thoughts, and back to the meal at hand. The first bowel emptied before he was half way through the loaf of crusty brown bread that came with it. It tasted better than he had hoped it would, warm and sweet out of the oven, a nice accompaniment to the spicy brown stew and the cold, thick ale. Another bowel, another flask of ale, and he rose from the table, feeling satisfied, and slightly light headed from the drink. He dropped a couple of coins down on the table’s top, before leaving.

The thoughts took him again as he walked back to the compound, suddenly disinterested in seeing the rest of Mrihl, and desiring instead to be elsewhere. He had no grand desire to return to the group of soldiers he traveled with, they had proven to be anything less than open, and he knew little about any of them, other than they seemed capable in a fight. He cared very little what happened to any of them, and had he any way of truly being away and free of the whole business, he felt he would take it, no matter the cost. The more he learned, the less he liked the way things were heading.

Without incident or grandeur, he arrived back at the baron’s estates, and after several quick inquiries, he found himself back with his companions. This motley crew of warriors, gathering…

His mind snapped to the sound of Evangeline’s voice. The strength and urgency in her tone drew him away from his thoughts, as she approached the larger Solider. She showed an intensity that he had initially thought to be so contradictory of her nature, which now he is coming to understand always lies beneath the hew of multicolored eyes and juvenile silliness. She was as multifaceted as the rest of them, as dangerous and threatening as any of the rest. By the strength in her gaze, the tension in her taunt body, he imagined she could even wrestle the big man to the floor, and make him beg her release. It was the question that sent an icy chill to his veins, drawing all warmth from his blood.

“Perhaps he is calm because he already knew,” Cid spoke up, offering a point of view to Evangeline’s question. She had to be having similar thoughts as to his own, similar misgivings and a very familiar sense of foreboding since arriving in Mrihl. “Or he simply refuses to see it. But it is what it is, and we are alone with it. Do you not think we all saw? But none of us speak of it. We are alone with it, to make of it what we can. Something is askew here, with us, with this place, this situation. We are ignorant as children, and meant to be this way, by design.”

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All right my dears, I don't usually instruct what you should do. But, to give an idea of what to post for, I'd suggest the SOLDIERS make way to the office where Evangeline and James are located. This way I can post again and we can progress to the Event that leads to the timeskip!

@Rockette

I'm starting my post as we speak. Sorry for the silence, been dealing with some things. Hopefully I'm not overly rusty!

Interest Check

Yes, that's right. clay tile roofs, thatch, torches, cobblestones in the good quarters, mud in the bad, swords, axes, bows, knives, magic, wenches, and wine.. It's an absolutely wondrous time for the setting.

I do too. hearts that are continuously on the edge of mended and broken because of the actions of one they just can't walk away from. That makes for a good story there.

Interest Check

@Carantathraiel Setting: (brief) The city of Ilar, in the southern plains of the known world, on the banks of the River Tyren. The city is an epicenter of civilization for the region. The city is divided into three large pieces. The first being the Commons, which houses the docks, the workshops, and markets the city needs to run its economy. The commons takes up a good half of the city's actual square footage. The second piece is the University: the only school of higher education in the region, a privilege of nobility mostly, but some with true skill and talent can find a place there. It's largely self contained, self governed. The third piece is the Noble Quarter, which provides the home for the regional Duke, as well as inns and housing for all visiting lords and ladies.

Plot: (brief) It is said that where people gather together, corruption arises, surely the City of Ilar is no exception. She is as blemished as she is radiant. With brothels and drug lords, cutpurses, thieves, mercenaries, money lenders, and just your average crooks as well as a number of religious figures, doctors, saints and all around decent people. The Commons has a number of churches, both large and small, the university teaches everything from modern philosophy, to magic, to the religious doctrines of all the major religions, to skills of war and battle. The Seven masters govern the University, while the Iron Law of the Duke rules the lands otherwise, but coin rules them all. We start off in this world, establishing ourselves, two university students who will be caught up in the world around them. A rumor will travel on the wind, the death of the King, his heir, and the end of his line. The Duke of Ilar, seeing his opportunity, calls to arms the city militia, his own forces, and the skilled magics of the University in order to secure the throne. But the Seven masters refuse, claiming the Duke has no authority to command them to war, and they would not spend the lives of their precious students in such a conflict.

It's pretty character driven, and open to a wide array of twists and turns. If you're interested, I can start working up a character here shortly. I've already got a few ideas running through my head.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@Carantathraiel Yes, well, over exaggerations of truth are often comical!

but alas, I have to be heading home here soon. I'll catch you later!!

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@Carantathraiel that's a load of horseshit right there. I'm pretty sure it would have been you that outclassed me! In the world of roleplay, I am but a penniless beggar, and you some rich nobility with more money than god.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

did I? -tilt- Sorry about that. Totally understandable then. I wont press. Did I ever apologize? Well, if I did, or not, sorry about that. I'm sort of a prick sometimes. I don't know what gets into me. Terribly sorry.

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alright STOP!!

HAMMER TIME!

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@Carantathraiel Sounds nice. I'd love to see it when you are done.

One of these days, we should play something. Take the time, build a world. Could be fun. Obviously not right now, because I lack all sense of originality, but soon.