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In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Farim

Location: Danrose Castle
Time: 10th of Ignis
Mentions: Magnus @Remram, Anastasia @princess, and Ariella @SilverSpring



Farim smiled at the comment – “until I met Farim”. It was both flattering and eye-opening about how much their chance meeting had changed the course of their lives. Turning towards Magnus, he was also intrigued by his taste. He seemed like quite the honest and forthcoming gentleman. It was so rare to see those nowadays.

The men he was more used to were those like Count Emil, whose voice dripped with ulterior motives laced with personal desire. He tried to push his perception of that creep out of proverbial earshot. ”I have to say, your answer is as political as they come. But I do not sense that you answer like this because it is safe. Your intentions and desires are noble, Sir Magnus. I like that.” Farim nodded in approval.

”I once had my own lofty expectations of romance. I was young, and found myself chasing any pleasure I could. But these types of chases do not soothe the soul, nor fill the heart. This took me a long time to learn. It took me longer still to even find someone who matched me in all the right ways. To see me for me, and not just the assets that I provide. A joyful beacon of light that shines through even the murkiest of waters. I realize I am putting her on a pedestal right now but frankly, she deserves it.” He smiled at her warmly.

It was shortly after this that a loud performance began. One from Mr. Kazoo the Step Meister. Farim tilted his head, leaning to whisper into Anastasia’s ear. ”This is certainly an interesting turn of events.” He almost asked what she thought her father would think of a performance like this. But he did not think it would be wise to bring him up right now. He frankly did not want to think of the man either aside from what interactions were socially required of him.

Just as quickly as it finished, it ended. And Farim was left confused yet impressed with the young man’s footwork. It was here that Ariella made her entrance, and came to greet the group. He returned her bow with one of his own. ”Always a pleasure, Lady Ariella. I would not mind at all but it is as you say. It is more her choice than mine.” He gave her arm a slight tug and squeeze–a gentle reminder that even if she parted for the moment he would be with her at the drop of a turban.

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Drake


Time: Evening of Ignis 10
Location: Danrose Castle
Mentions: Nolan @Remram, Marina @princess, Kazumin @samreaper, Ariella @SilverSpring, Ambrose @Oso and Nikolai @HylianRose



Drake had half a mind to make a quip back, but he too turned to look as his sister made an entrance. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even if she was likely dressed about five levels more than she personally wanted.

But then that soft smile twisted. Brief flashes of that awful night hit him and he instinctually swallowed what was left of his drink. Just as the opportunity arose, he would request another as if nothing had happened. Drake stared for a few moments too long. That night still stuck with him—even if he tried to pretend it didn’t. The image of Ariella being manhandled. Bodies flying. Shadows twisting. A bullet to the head of a person who woke up that day expecting to see the next. His quickening breathing flaring his nostrils and a likely worried expression from his younger brother brought him back to reality. He coughed nervously, as if to hide it. What just happened, and why did it happen?

He took the time to look elsewhere, and find some notable distraction. He noticed that Ariella initially entered without a Nikolai, but a brief pause and he saw the figure slide into frame — like a shadow trying to blend into the background. At least he is doing his job. He thought to himself before spotting him approaching another woman. He chose to ignore that and looked back at Nolan.

”We could always share the news together. I think she’d fall over in shock.” Drake gave Nolan a pat on his shoulder. ”But enough teasing. Do you want to go talk to Lady Camilia? Purely platonically as you would put it. I imagine speaking to her more than a single opportune moment would be nice, no?”

But before he could get an answer, a spectacle unfolded before Drake, and the rest of the gala for that matter. The young man Kazumin had assumed a new persona — one aptly named Mr. Kazoo the Skip Meister. It was quite the performance really. Drake found himself softly weaving his head back and forth to the tune of Kazumin’s beat. The way he danced lent a rather jovial lift of the spirits. Once it concluded, he would wave at the lad and offer an approving thumbs up in support.

”What an interesting young man.” Drake commented. ”It seems like Ariella has found herself some pleasant company. So I vote we approach the group that houses your soon to be betro-I mean Lady Camilia.” Was he laying it on thick? Probably. Was he sorry? Maybe a little. Was it worth it? Indubitably.

With that, a brotherly hand sought to guide Nolan from their spot and ushered in the new movements towards the trio of Varians. ”I’ll give you first crack at introductions but if you crack I will have to step in you know. Show me that narousis-tinged charm, Nolan.” Drake smiled, ready to bow and introduce himself as needed.

In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Corin Talmor


Title: The Gem Knight
Race: Human (Cyran)
Class: Paladin — Gem Knight Archetype
Interaction: Bastion @Oso, Meiyu @Tae, Malik @FunnyGuy, Phia @princess, Arya @potter, Menzai @samreaper, and Tommy @DWGJay
Location: The Kraken's Wake -> Seadragons Throne Room
Gold Balance: 23
Injuries: Cracked arm, gem in sternum, concussion is gone now mostly
Equipment:




Another morning, and a strangely calm night of sleep for the old war dog had passed. He rolled out of bed with what grace he could and stretched his limbs far above his head before resting and scratching himself in places that he wouldn’t reach once he was fully armored up. He had decided on a room for himself, despite the more earnest feelings he had with his party the man held the smallest of reservations of placing all his trust into newly met chaotic compatriots.

Corin’s morning routine was rather bland, filled with basic hygiene that kept him from looking like he literally just rolled out of bed, packing away his things, and undoing the macgyvered defense system fastened against the door. The mechanism consisted of a chair, some rope, and a well balanced broom he happened to find in the corner that was tied to a few empty bottles left by the previous tenant. Any moveIf you could even call it a “system”. It was moreso a strategically placed set of empty bottles that would collide if the door were opened, placed ever so quietly once everyone had settled into bed, and removed very early in the morning before anyone could innocently spring the trap.

He thought for a moment and found himself grateful to not have to go so rogue so early on into this new chapter of his adventure. Corin wasn’t sure how the group would take it. As he undid the mechanism, he couldn’t help but notice a new figure leaving the room the rest of the group had decided to stay in. There was the typical entourage, but now instead of Minerva, there was this elf who called himself Malik.

Corin merely looked at the man for what felt like an eternity before making a brief exchange to confirm this new identity. Malik was kind enough to indulge without giving away much else other than that he was Minerva, and he is now Malik. But this raised new questions for Corin. Was he a shapeshifter? Was this the “main form”? How many personas had this person adopted? What pronouns did they use? He decided to let it all socially come to light, as the quiet and reserved demeanor of this new face suggested they were not much of a talker.

As the gang settled into the main dining area, it was clear this place was a regular drinking hole for the townsfolk, even in the early hours of the day. Hot food and refreshing drinks, even some alcoholic ones, were being served. But in the midst of all this calm stood three opposing figures. Corin hadn’t seen any of them yet, but with the way they addressed the group at large it seemed like they were at the very least related to this Prince he heard about last night. Corin stayed quiet, calmly walking past them before getting his own brew of morning coffee and rejoining the party. With a sip, he gave a neutral look as if to say – “Go on then.”



Corin was no stranger to a military escort like this – even if they weren’t an organized platoon nor were they bearing any particular nations “colors”. It all felt the same. There was a purposeful chaos in it all. The way they regarded one another, and the looks his group was given. He had plenty to give of his own, stone cold lack of recognition was all that would meet the guards as he moved on through. His eyes met theirs, but he didn’t see them. He saw “behind” them, blankly sipping the last bits of his coffee before placing the empty cup on a nearby railing, decorating the junk with even more junk.

Malik spoke first, with words that struck a cord with Corin. He would have very much said the same. For he knew who he was – the last legacy of a land erased by a light that could only be described in folklore. A man who had seen conflict for longer than some of these little ones had been alive. His body was forged by decades of countless fights, long skirmishes, and untold atrocities that cut every piece of him to become a weapon of war for the Cyrian Offensive. So this grand show of Prince Ravic Dane only served to put a smile on this “mastiff”.

”If I wish to live, I need to merely do so. If you wish to challenge this, then let the fates decide it.” His hand rested comfortably on his sword, and the other on his hip. ”Even if you took me down I could take quite a few of you with me. Are you willing to pay such a cost? Are your men willing to pay such a cost?” He let the words hang, his face stern for the moment. Then his face softened, a grin forming on his lips.

”But a full out brawl right as we get here seems a bit dull! How about for now, you call me the Gem Knight. I save the government name for someone who doesn’t try to claim me as their property, respectfully.” He gave a courtesy bow, but quickly rose back up and stood to see where his words would land him – and possibly even his group.

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Drake


Time: Evening of Ignis 10
Location: Danrose Castle
Mentions: Nolan @Remram, Marina @princess



The smug look would very much stay on Drake’s face. First the sight of his complexion changing at the first look of Marina’s entrance, then the immediate explanation and followup of their chance encounter. A potential budding romance like this was the kind you’d read in a novel – even by Drake’s romanticized standards. ”Pleasing to your eyes most of all it would seem.” He coyly remarked. ”What kind of common ground are we talking about? Some form of hobby? Perhaps she too is a bit of a book worm?”

His eyes glanced over the woman. Drake nodded as if to confirm his suspicions. She seemed the type to enjoy something like that. But he had only seen her for about 20 seconds at this point. To avoid seeming like he was staring at her he casually turned back to his brother. But then Nolan added a little nugget of context. “Her looks distract from her other qualities.”

”Oh it seems the claws of love have already laid their claim on your poor heart, Nolan.” He dramatically proclaimed. ”Already casting off the veil of vanity that is our personal looks. If I were a woman, and not your brother, I would find the notion sweet. You should share that with her.” He paused, reaching to grab a nearby glass of wine from a passing waiter. ”When the time feels right of course.”

”So how long before you plan on introducing me to her? Or am I going to have to go over there and probe her intentions myself?” Drake laughed, sipping his drink and playfully tapping Nolan’s shoulder with his knuckles. ”Or were you letting her get warmed up to this lovely event before making your move? Do tell me your strategies. I am curious how mister neurosis has managed to find himself in the eyes of a princess of all people.” Perhaps he was being too sarcastic. Perhaps Drake was piling it on thick.

But he still felt a swelling pride in his chest at the thought. Nolan always talked about relationships as if they were far off dreams. So it was nice to see him living one out in real time.

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Farim

Location: Danrose Castle
Time: 10th of Ignis
Mentions: Magnus @Remram and Anastasia @princess



”Ah. I do believe I recognize the name. It is much nicer to put a face to it. I prefer knowing my acquaintances much more intimately than just a line on a list.” He softly cleared his throat, as if feeling Magnus’ mild judgement. Magnus insisted on his lack of a proper date or even the prospect of one. Yet Farim still held some reservations. Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve after all.

”While I appreciate the compliment. I think you should strive to find your own version of love that fits you. Not everyone should be like that age old tale of Jomeo and Ruliet. Unless of course, that is your style.” He chuckled. ”Be yourself! To wander in solitude is depressing, but wandering together has a special kind of magical feeling to it.” Farim crept his gaze to Anastasia, stealing a few moments of the conversation to just enjoy the sight of her. The man silently counted his blessings before giving Magnus ample attention when he spoke of business dealings.

Nodding along, Farim made it a point to remember Magnus’ cadence, and the way with which he spoke about the novelties of his craft. A man as decorated as Magnus is not a mere “lone engineer” in Farim’s eyes, but perhaps he was placing too much coin on his side of the scale. Regardless of his mental impressions of the man, he knew there was value to be struck, but this was not the time nor the place.

So Farim smiled, in an equally friendly and unsettling way that preceded some form of trouble for whomever he would deem his target. ”Then another time we shall meet. I think right now we should focus on you meeting your bridge to be…” Farim spoke casually, his eyes now sliding across the room in search of match making potential. He paused, once more addressing the man. ”What exactly is your….type, my good man? What drives the fancy of a man such as yourself?” He kept looking until he saw a woman wearing a frilly blue dress. A noblewoman, no doubt, but one from a lesser known house that Farim had likely written off long ago. His eyes darted between her and Magnus to see if there was any spark, and his mischievous grin met Anastasia’s gaze as if to tell her “Back me up here!”

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Farim

Location: Danrose Castle
Time: 10th of Ignis
Mentions: Fareed @Redking0380, Magnus @Remram, and Anastasia @princess



Farim looked over at the pair – from what he could tell one was Ranya. She seemed to be talking to a couple of Varian nobility. He recognized Roman immediately – and hoped the man was doing well given his current controversy. Next to them all was an unfamiliar woman. But she carried herself in such a way that suggested she was important, and sporting the fashions of her homeland.

”Well I recognize my cousin Ranya. I do not believe I know the woman she is speaking with. But I do know Roman. I sure hope he is well.” He paused, turning to look at Magnus. ”Your cadence suggests you do not think highly of engineering skills. But you essentially just handed me a blank money voucher.” He smirked. The skills of an engineer could definitely be implemented widely across his profession. If there was someone in the world, they would want some form of commodity or automation to simplify a process they already have established.

It was here when Fareed and Anastasia shared a brief exchange about love, and seizing it while we possess what little time in this world that we do. The subtle twitch of Fareed’s facial expression, followed by his quick excusing of himself, left Farim feeling a sense of melancholy. He offered his hand to rest gently on the man’s shoulder, even if it was awkwardly high up compared to his natural resting spot, and gave a hopefully reassuring nod. His eyes spoke silently to the man “I am here, you need not worry”. A silent promise to perhaps ail his softened soul for the time.

He shifted back towards Magnus and continued. ”I will not bore you with much business talk. But I do value the trades greatly, Sir Magnus. They are what build the foundations of our empires.” Farim looked to Anastasia next. ”Fareed speaks the truth. Our home has quite a colorful touch, mostly due to some external help. But we go through lots of painstaking detail to make it as exuberant and opulent as His Radiance himself.”

Then Farim smirked. ”Also not to hop topics so soon, but I think I agree with you Princess. Magnus likely has someone in mind already thus he is playing down his usual charm to seem like he is uninterested. Shall we play a guessing game?” He playfully teased.

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Drake


Time: Evening of Ignis 10
Location: Danrose Castle
Mentions: Nolan @Remram, Munir @Infinite Cosmos, Nora @HylianRose, Marina @princess, and Ambrose @Oso



Nolan’s mannerisms were not lost on Drake. For all his talk of neurosis, it did at least come with the bonus of being able to read him like a book. The way he stopped to look at the way one particular lady bowed before one of the Shehzade. He believed them to be Nora Pawonska and Munir Ibn Raif al Kadir.

”Yes. Punish them with your company.” He said sarcastically. ”As long as you can refrain from going into a tangent about mathematical theories you will do just fine. You have, as the folks say, quite the “face card”. For all of his ill feeling towards himself, Nolan really did ignore one of the more privileged benefits of being born naturally good looking.

Before much else could be said, a new face entered the ballroom. One belonging to Marina Camilia. Now that was an interesting move — she was also accompanied by Sir Ambrose. A new pair amongst the rapidly rising noble attendance from Varian and Alidasht. And his brother was oh so clearly smitten by the redhead he could hardly even jest about it.

”Raise your jaw a little so you don’t look like a dog eyeing up his dinner.” He said while tilting the young man's chin upwards. ”At least I have my answer. So it’s the Camilia girl you fancy?” He ended his poking taunt with a smirk.

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Drake


Time: Evening of Ignis 10
Location: Danrose Castle
Mentions: Gideon @princess and Nolan @Remram



”Always good to see you, Father. Do take care and know that as you said, we always persevere. Even in the darkest of hours.” His words were an allusion not just to tonight, but to the grim night at the tavern. A part of him certainly changed that day, but the lord would not let it define him or ruin his typical good nature.

Drake smiled and politely waved as his father made his departure. He did have a way with words that made him feel better about everything. Drake said a silent prayer for whatever it is his mother would be dragging the poor man into before looking at Nolan.

”And what’s so astrologically shattering that I managed to finally work up the nerve to pursue Lady Thea?” Drake smirked before giving Nolan’s shoulder a reassuring pat that melded into a firm grip on his shoulder. ”Always good to know my savior is right here judging my romantic antics.” He said sarcastically.

Drake eyed the room – taking in the attendees, parties, who was with who, and what each person did as they entered. ”So is tonight another wallflower kind of night or is a certain someone going to work up their own courage to court tonight? There are some lovely ladies present and I’m sure they keep very pleasant company. If nothing else perhaps you can find yourself a new companion amidst the sea of foreign delegates.”

His initial instinct told him Nolan would rather chew glass than actively pursue romance. But a gentle shove in the right way never hurt anyone. Plus, appealing to that logical side of him might get him to at least try.

In đź—ˇ Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Drake, Ariella, and Nikolai


Flashback!
Date: Ignis 8
Location: Edwards Estate Infirmary



Drake slowly opened his eyes. The long night had taken its toll on him in many ways, but the most immediate sensation would be the itching. Drake lifted his bed sheets to find layers upon layers of bandages on his wounds from the previous night. He resisted the urge to tear away the linen to scratch himself, and look around the room.

This was clearly their families infirmary – so it seems that at some point he had made it home, which was good. But he felt a growing need to check on everyone else. Immediately, he pushed his arms against the bed, groaning loudly as he tried to rise from his bed.

The door to the infirmary creaked softly, and Ari pushed it open, each step deliberate. She was upright, moving through the space, but the effort was evident, like wading through invisible water. Her head throbbed behind her eyes, a dull, bruised pressure that made her wince whenever she tilted her head too sharply or laughed at something small.

Her limbs felt leaden, carrying a faint tremor when she reached out for the edge of a table or tried to steady herself. Even the simple act of walking made her bones feel hollow and fatigued, as though she’d spent the night running a race her body didn’t want to remember.

Nik followed behind her, his steps deliberately quiet and slow. With how she felt, she hadn’t been moving very quickly so tailing her without making a sound wasn’t too terribly difficult. He had heard the sound of her door creaking open slowly, and he’d felt the tug of annoyance pull the corners of his lips down into a frown. Even now, the frown remained. He had no idea what this room was or what she was doing, but he needed to be sure it wasn’t anything that would harm her.

Her stomach nudged reminders of the night before: mostly calm, but she was grateful for the broth Nik had brought her.

Words lagged behind her intentions, thoughts slipping away mid-sentence. Even now, as she approached the bed where Drake struggled to rise, she had to pause to anchor herself, wary of pushing too far.
Nikolai pressed his ear to the door, trying to listen and decide if he needed to slip in behind her to continue following her, or stay put.

She let out a slow breath, forcing herself to focus. “Drake,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands, “you’re awake. How are you feeling?” She reached out, resting a careful hand on the edge of the bed—not rushing, not pressing—but just present, the effort of simply being there etched into every movement.

He paused, taking in the sight of his severely spent sister. The urge to rise waned as she approached, step by step. Even if he continued, he doubted he had the strength to fully rise at the present moment. So he sank back into his bed and reached a hand out to overlap Ariella’s. ”Like I just had a wrestling match with a fully loaded carriage…yet I still seem to be fairing better between the two of us.”

Nik pressed himself even closer to the door. He could hear muffled sounds, her voice and a man’s. He didn’t recognize it. His brow furrowed. Had she been fooling him before about her experience with men? Not that it mattered much.

”You did a brave thing last night. I won’t lessen the deeds of your courage…but…” His eyes wandered a moment, the exhaustion hitting him slightly as his eyes went from focused to glazed and back again. ”You must be careful. Gods know who may come for you if word gets out…”
”And the drawbacks….you look like a ghost right now, sister. Are you sure you don’t want someone to get you a bed here?”

Nik frowned in frustration. He could barely hear them and not enough to make out what they were saying at all. With a determined look on his face, Nik reached for the door and slowly turned the handle. He prayed to any god that would listen that the door didn’t creak and thankfully for him, it didn’t.

“I have been careful,” she said gently, as if afraid that raising her voice might shatter the fragile calm of the room. “More than you think. Especially after finding out what Mother and Father did with my memories, they should be grateful I haven’t done anything..”
Her gaze drifted for a moment, unfocused, before returning to Drake’s face. “Father’s made certain of it though. He’s seen to… arrangements.” A faint, wry smile tugged at her lips. “I have a live-in caregiver now. Father sprung him on me at dinner. A newly appointed guard who very nearly refused to let my feet touch the stairs—carried me up them himself, despite my protests.”
Nik rolled his eyes at her. You’re welcome, princess.

She let out a quiet breath, something between amusement and resignation. “He’s not… awful,” she admitted. “Overbearing, yes. But kind. And the kitchens have been instructed to prepare food I can actually keep down.” She pulled over a chair from the small desk beside his bed taking a seat in it. “So I am eating. Resting. Letting myself heal, even when it frustrates me.”

Nik made a face, entirely tempted to stop listening. He didn’t like the way he felt knowing that he was “not awful.” It wasn’t an awful feeling, but he hated the warmth it brought.

The lightness faded then, her eyes darkening with memory. “After what I saw at the banquet…” Her jaw tightened. “I understand Father’s fear now. I truly do. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid myself.”

She met Drake’s gaze fully, unflinching. Nik’s brow furrowed and he pressed against the door a little more, pressing it open just a fraction more.

“But fear isn’t a reason to do nothing.” Her grip on her dress firmed as she pulled at the fabric. “I won’t sit safely behind locked doors while the world burns outside them. It’s not who I am.” I would very much like for that to be who you are, Nik thought to himself, an annoyed look on his face.

A slow breath in. Steady. Controlled.

“If the choice is between dying for what I believe in, or living while turning my back on it…” She shook her head once. “Then I already know my answer.”
Please reconsider… There are other answers… Nik grimaced.
She let out an exaggerated sigh.

Drake’s gaze lingered around his sister. Watching her affirm her unabated personality came with a sense of relief and concern. He wanted Ariella to be herself and only herself – but sometimes the world wouldn’t have it that way. He breathed slowly before speaking, reaching behind him to casually rub one of his scars. ”Please, sister. You are much stronger than you think. I think those who choose to turn their ire towards you will fall before you do. You proved as much the other night... even if it was reckless. It gave us the chance to turn the tides and secure the lives of everyone there. You should be proud of that much.”

“I am proud of myself, and I would do it again. I could smell your burning flesh Drake. She said softly.

He paused for the compliment to linger before adding his critique. ”But a glass cannon that shatters after one shot is hardly a way to go about things. So my question to you is…how ready are you to see this gift of yours to the next level?”

Nik narrowed his eyes at the question. He hadn’t disagreed with her brother up to now, but the idea of her taking her gift to the next level felt like a loaded damn question and a dangerous one too.

“I was already there, Drake. Ari sighed as she bit back through her pain as she shifted uncomfortably in the chair.“Those journals you gave me, they are as if they were written by a whole other person that I don't recognize. She seemed to know a lot…I just haven’t quite figured it all out yet but I plan too.”

”Maybe I can unlock those memories they took from me, be my old self again..
Drake held a hand up. ”As someone who has seen both parts I know just how inevitable it is to stop you from blossoming. But a rose has its thorns, so that is why I say to exercise caution. From what I’ve read, this kind of power is a double-edged blade. For every boon gained, a price must be paid…sometimes the cost being worse than the payoff.”

She knew that all too well. She was worried that was why she hadn’t seen Callum since the auction.

”But a double-edged blade managed by an expert in the craft is just another blade. So that’s why if there’s anything I can do, I would like to offer my support.” Drake corrected his posture once more as he continued/. ”Perhaps after you lay low for a minute. Once the dust settles on this whole…cursed night that we bore witness too.” He paused, a sudden realization hitting. ”Did anyone tell you what happened after your big spell?”

She shook her head ”No… I just woke up here..

Nik pressed himself closer to the door, trying to listen. He wanted to know too.

Drake gripped the sheets. From what he could recall she passed out just as things got to its climax. ”Truthfully I’m glad you didn’t get to see some of the things that happened after. I would think your exposure to magic should be a little more…subtle. Nor did I want you to see me in the state I was in. I was not the usual chipper brother you’ve come to know.” He paused.

”What you need to know…is that Kalliope Arden has been kidnapped.”

Nik felt his blood run cold for a moment. He lost his footing and felt his body stumble through the door. IT swung open with an annoyingly loud thud and he just about tumbled into the room on unsteady feet. He cleared his throat once he’d found his balance again and straightened to face the man on the bed.

”Could… could you repeat that? Who was kidnapped?” He asked, head tilting forward as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

Drake spun around with a look that could kill. His eyes narrowed. ”Can we help you?” Drake then took a look at his sister. ”No….surely this can’t be…” The man looked at Nikolai with disbelief that was somewhat reminiscent of his mother.

”I take it you are the care-giver?”

”I… uhm…” Nik started, looking from Ariella to Drake and back as if she could save him from this. ”Sorry, yes. I’m Nikolai Berova, at your service, Lord Drake.” Nik bowed politely before lifting up again.

”Can you please repeat what you said just a moment ago? Kalliope? You said Kalliope?” He asked, genuine concern written across his features.

The lord rubbed his fingers against his temples and groaned. ”In light of more serious conversation topics I will overlook the eavesdropping.” Drake paused to catch a breath before repeating himself.

”Yes. Kalliope has been kidnapped.”

Ari looked over her shoulder looking at Nikolai ”Well… Drake…Nikolai…Nikolai…Lord Drake” she gestured almost lazily. ”My babysitter, courtesy of father.” Drake resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the idea of a babysitter for a grown woman.

Though he interrupted, it was interesting how interested he seemed in Kalliope. ”She seems rather capable, I'm sure she is alright. Her eyes glanced over to her brother. ”Was it the goons from the bar?

Nik felt his blood run cold again as Drake confirmed his words. He’d been hoping he misheard, that someone else was in harms way. His eyes glanced around the room, as if searching for something, something to anchor himself with.

”You too are capable, but I would hope that you would like for someone to care.” Nik grumbled at Ariella. He turned, waiting for Drake to answer.

She noticed his attitude towards her attempt at reassurance, choosing to not react.

Drake straightened himself. ”Don’t mistake my lack of action for apathy. For you see…” Drake mildly gestured to himself. ”I would simply be another body to add to the headlines as I am. I have already sent some private investigators I know personally to look into it. But obviously, the more eyes the better.”

Ari nodded in agreement with her brother as he articulated better what she intended to say earlier ”She will have a lot of people looking for her. More bodies may just cause more issues then good.

Nik let out a soft sigh, lifting a hand to wave it in the air. ”I’m not saying anything about either of your inactions or what have you. I just want to know more information. She is a friend. I am concerned.” He tried to explain, looking between them.

”I don’t really care if there are already a large number of people looking for her, I’m still worried. I know quite well what she is capable of and that she may already be on her way back but…” He let his words trail off. It wouldn’t do to allow himself to get upset. These two clearly didn’t want him to. He took in a breath and walked over to a nearby chair and sat down.

”I won’t apologize for caring.” He spoke, trying to calm his own anger. ”But, please continue.”

Drake calmed his tone, sensing the frustration in Nikolai’s words. ”As you shouldn’t.” He rubbed his temple, as if to conjure the memories.

”There was chaos. Everyone was everywhere claiming their own bounties. Kalliope had fully beheaded a man before hiding behind the bar in anticipation of some other attacker coming after her. Then the guards broke in…then…she screamed a name. Sahn-Dehk? I am unfamiliar with them.”

Ari stayed silent, leaning back against the chair still weak from the events. Her face whitened at the image of someone beheading a man allowing the two to speak. Clearly she had hit a nerve with Nikolai.

Nik blinked as Drake explained. He knew she wasn’t someone he wanted to fuck with, but damned if he was ever going to push her too far again. Beheaded?! ”Sjan-dehk…” Nik corrected, though not in a mean way, more in a way of affirming what Drake had said.

”If he’s aware that she’s gone then I’m sure everything will be okay.” Nik sighed. He took a moment to look at the others, as if finally realizing just how rude he’d been. ”Sorry for interrupting.” He added softly, turning his gaze to look at Ariella a moment. ”And for my behavior.” Seriously though, she beheaded someone?!

Letting out a soft laugh she smiled ”Never apologise for caring…Being nosey is a survival requirement in the Edwards household.” she looked at Drake with a soft smile.

Drake returned the look, sighing with resignation. ”Too true, Ari.” Drake looked at Nikolai. ”Speaking of being nosey. I wish to speak with you at a later time, when I am out of intensive care and you are well adjusted.” Drake bowed as much as one could in his seated position.

”Previous follies are forgiven. For now.” He said with a tired and playful smile.

Nik nodded his head politely, a means of trying to appease his employer’s son. He did need Drake to trust him if he was to do his job. ”Absolutely, Lord Drake.” Nik returned.

Large green eyes peered over her shoulder as Ariella turned to look at Nikolai ”Would you mind if I spoke with my brother privately for some time, I don't want to keep him from his rest and frankly I need mine.” her voice said rather weakly.

”Oh… Right, yes.” Nik nodded. ”Take your time.” He added with a small wave as he exited. He turned the corner just as he did and leaned against the wall to wait for Ari. His mind was racing, thinking about what was currently happening to Kalliope. He’d have to check in on that when he had the opportunity.

Drake smiled at the door as it closed. ”Charming one, isn’t he?” He asked before letting out a soft cough. Damn. Even talking this much left him feeling winded? All that screaming would do that I guess.

He looked at his sister and exhaled. ”Your memories may be gone but you used to be a prodigy believe it or not. If your gift is out in the open, it might be best to be prepared to shield rather than harm.” He felt himself grind his teeth as the image played back.

Those men grabbing her, toying with her. Then her having to resort to magic so strong it knocked her off her feet and leaves her reeling for days…Some big brother he was. ”I will be taking up the sword, perhaps even getting a little more physically fit for what troubles may lay ahead. But I think I will be carrying my revolver wherever I go.” He gestured to the piece of metal sitting inert on a nearby table.

”Whether it’s magic, steel, or lead. Keeping yourself armed in the days to come feels like a must.” He reached for her hand. ”No matter what happens. I’m here for you.”

Ari smiled softly as her fingers played idly with her nightgown. ”Thank you…” she said softly, her hand reaching out to her brothers as she gripped it softly.

”He is something… I suppose trying to argue with father against my need for a guard would be useless at this point so I might as well just deal with it. I didn’t want to do it you know… her green eyes glanced up at her brother before dropping to look at his hand. ”The magic…” she added.

”But I don't know what I was supposed to do, I guess the drinks certainly didn’t help but I couldn’t just sit there and allow things to happen. No one else was doing anything. I panicked.”

Drake smiled and nodded. ”Well for someone who panicked you certainly turned the tide. I was about to dislocate my wrists and make for a shot against the ring leader. Even that would have been a gamble at best.”

His eyes seemed to look past her in that moment, the sights of the tavern and what happened gripping onto his psyche. Before realizing it, his hand had gripped onto hers. The man softened his clutch and took a shallow breath. ”I am just glad you didn’t have to witness anything else. What happened after you passed out…I would hope you never have to be a part of.”

Drake met Ariella’s eyes and lowered his voice. ”But it seems the crown is doubling down. They’ve already sent patrols all over town. Witch hunters to investigate any potential source of magic or magicae.” He took her hand in both of his. ”So I will train and prepare for the inevitable. A guard at our door is a…mostly welcome addition. And whatever you need from me, it’s yours sister.”

”What shall I do?” She asked her brother, her tone holding its own fear unable to hide her concern. “I know I'll need to attend the ball. What if the witch hunters are there?”

”Frankly, after the other night…I think you deserve something memorable and enjoyable. I will be in attendance tonight, as will Nikolai I am sure. I don’t have all the answers, but gods help me I’ll find them to keep you safe.” He kept his eyes locked onto her as he spoke. ”And before you say it…no I won’t just throw more swords to follow you in lockstep, but father will likely have some nearby incase anything goes wrong.” He knew her fear of being locked up better than anyone, and he wanted the upcoming ball to be a good memory for her, not just another regrettable event that ended with her in disarray.

Nodding, she sat in silence before finally speaking ”We both should get some rest.” she smiled softly before giving her brother's hand a squeeze. She didn’t wait for his response before leaving her seat.

Taking a final look back to her brother and his condition she offered him a final smile ”Goodnight Drake” slipping out of the door. Her eyes glanced at Nikolai for a moment before she headed back down the hall towards her room.

In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Corin Talmor


Title: The Gem Knight
Race: Human (Cyran)
Class: Paladin — Gem Knight Archetype
Interaction: Elithar Revalen @Infinite Cosmos, Meiyu @Tae, and Minerva @FunnyGuy
Location: Port Verge, Common Area
Attire:
Think rough-n-tough artisan. Cotton shirt rolled up to the forearms, with a wool artisan coat to cover his torso when he does his craftwork. Brown leather pants with reinforced knee-support, and a practical belt full of pouches and clasps for his various tools..
Gold Balance: 23
Injuries: Cracked arm, embedded crystalline shard near sternum, mild concussion
Equipment:




Corin had seen the way Phia and Bastion interacted – there was a tenderness to it. It suggested a potential history, or a budding bond between people suffering similar consequences. Even more so than the others in their slowly forming party. Another observation to be silently tucked away for now. The man fully locked in on Minerva.

”I don’t think I would count these as simple trinkets. Sounds like it was tied to that giant artifact that blew up on the ship. No, this has some kinda plan to it. Almost like someone or something…or both…want us to take care of these crystals or let them guide us to something bigger.” Corin mused, his strategic mind already trying to pry away possible routes, plans, ideas, or reasons for such a means of gathering such a peculiar crew.

”If they don’t react to anything or show off any clear goal, and if we’re eventually going to be a team anyway…” Corin sipped the ale for the first time since he sat down, raising his brows in satisfaction. This was fine ale. ”We could always try and make a bit of a living for ourselves until something shows up. Take up some odd jobs and quests and the like until we discover something we could call a lead.”

He hadn’t seen much of their interaction with the pirate gang from earlier, so he was practically clueless on their invitation to see Prince Dane. But he did remember one particular end to the conversation. ”Ah but those pirates you were scufflin’ with. They said something about not leaving the city limits? Seems like a hard rule to follow if you’re trying to make some honest gold.” Corin took another slow sip before clacking his mug down onto the table.

”Alright you motley few. Where exactly is the compass of our journey pointing? Do we stay in pirate town or do we go off and risk it all? Frankly, I think we’re in too deep to steer away now so I say we embrace this new destiny of ours.”


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