Potter

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: Pirate Island
Interactions: @princess Phia ⋆ @Oso Bastion ⋆ @samreaper Menzai ⋆ @FunnyGuy Minerva
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 23
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

“Hey, you!” The new strange and loud woman was now pointing at her and drawing attention. Arya’s heart rate quickened with intensity. “Eagle Hugger! Quit crying! We beat the crash, and that means you get to see a few more days before the pirates get us. Now, what would Wendel think, seeing you like this?!”

Arya stared at her incredulously. A quick look of fire flashed across her face like a match being lit before it died. She did not respond and turned away from her. Stella narrowed her gaze at the woman, unsure of what transpired, yet following Arya’s body language. The effort it took not to explode glued Arya to the ground. Her eyes were staring at the ocean’s water.

Then, new voices spoke, and Arya turned to stare at the newcomers. Her eyes widened as she watched the scene play out. The captain offered to parlay with the Pirate Prince, and in exchange, one of the newcomers broke his leg. Arya flinched and her eyes teared up. The unimaginable pain he was feeling broke Arya’s heart. She sympathized with him and knew how painful it was, but she didn’t dare move towards him.

The exchange between Minerva, Menzai and Phia was distant, until Menzai spoke to her directly. Stella’s gaze became piercing and she ruffled her feathers warningly at him. Soon, they were eye level, but the eagle did not bow nor relent her ferocity. ”Wolf Man is speaking to me.”

Arya glanced at her then to Menzai. His words registered after a moment. She offered him a sad smile and dutifully took his hand in hers. ”Thank you, Menzai. I do appreciate it,” Her voice remained soft. ”I will accept your company. Ms. Stella will also,”

Arya stood up finally, moved Stella to her shoulder, and then gently pulled Menzai up with her. Gratitude shined in her eyes, and then her gaze moved to the pirates. She assessed the situation between Minerva, Phia, and Bastion, and terror clutched her. The three, and most likely including Menzai, were going to meet the Pirate Prince? Her gaze moved to the fallen captain, the dreadful airship, and then to the pirates. Which way would move her home faster? Neither option was optimal, yet these strangers had been so kind to her. What would they do if they were in her position...? She glanced at Menzai then away, and folded her arms around herself as if she were hugging herself.

Was she going to be kidnapped again? Tears threatened to flow, but she did not let them. Her words caught in her throat. Guilt riddled her and she couldn't finish her sentence. She resolutely moved beside Menzai and faced Bastion, Phia, and the loud peach woman named Minerva. She bit her lip and watched the ocean. This nightmare couldn't end soon enough. Terror flowed through her repeatedly.

You selfish, cowardly brat. Your family’s depending on you!

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Flashback; Sola 28, Late Afternoon

Olivia & Rohit

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The bell above the shop door chimed.

In those brief moments, while the door to Paw Pals was open, a cacophony of noise spilled out into the streets. Cats yowling for attention, dogs barking, birds screeching and cawing. It was even noisier inside. Rabbits thumped their feet against their enclosure, guinea pigs squealed, and a hamster in a ball rolled around on the floor.

Rohit was not an own-a-pet kind of guy. Too much responsibility, but visiting them in a shop required no work on his part. He avoided the enclosure of ferrets; the smell that wafted from them was deterrent enough. He watched fish swim around in an aquarium with the same intensity he’d given Milo’s artwork. The fish did not bring any complex thoughts and only let his head relax. At some point, while he was lost in a thought-free swirl of water and colorful fish, someone put a puppy in his arms.

A delightful creature. It wiggled and whined, and the puppy’s stubby tail thumped against his arm. His hand scratched at the short golden fur of the little rascal, and wrinkled skin smooshed around the puppy’s face.

Olivia waltzed into the Paw Pals confidently. Being around animals provided her a sense of relief, and an escape. It reminded her of the farm her family once owned. They had so many animals it had almost been impossible for her mother to keep track. However, Olivia had inherited the gift of knowing the animals. She knew what foods they enjoyed and disliked. It was difficult work to pretend to be a noble every day. It was exhausting to try to remember all the fine details.

While she had been strolling through the noble districts, Olivia had caught sight of Paw Pal’s. She had enjoyed looking in as a kid, but they couldn’t afford them. Now, with borrowed money, Olivia was inside the store. She glanced around the store and smiled at the cacophony of noise. It felt like home.

Olivia was lost in thought when she bumped into an Alidasht holding a puppy and blinked. She backed up, smiled awkwardly at the dog, then up at him. ”Sorry! I was lost in thought.” She bent to the dog’s height and began to pet his back. ”Oh, this dog is so cute!” She paused, then straightened up and moved back apologetically. ”Um! Sorry. My name’s Olivia!”

The puppy flailed in Rohit’s arms, trying to leap from them and jump onto the woman who had bumped into him. He had to use both hands to keep his grip on the pup but held the little dog out for the woman.

“No apology needed. Who wouldn’t get distracted by this adorable little,” He paused, shifted the puppy in his hands, and held it up with his grip around the pup’s torso. “Lady!” Rohit exclaimed.

“Rohit Amar, expert puppy holder and identifier.” He introduced himself before setting the puppy on the ground. The little labrador immediately barreled towards the nearest child, inspiring instant delight on the kid's face.

“So, what thoughts were you lost in, if I might ask?”

”Pleased to meet you, Rohit.’ She curstied and then straightened up. Rohit returned the gesture with a graceful bow. ”I was thinking about how delightful this shop is, and what animal I might adopt. What about you, what brings you in here?”

“I was just at Milo’s art gallery. The man’s a genius, but I needed something a little less complicated to relax my mind.”

Olivia turned to begin examining the cages and the sunlight caught her reflection. A waterfall of strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back in curly waves. The sunlight illuminated her blue eyes like the ocean, and she brushed some dirt off her blouse and pants.

”Been in here five minutes, and I already have animal hair all over me. Perils of the shop, I suppose,” Olivia laughed and turned to look at a litter of tabby kittens cooing at her.

“Luckily, we are not so easily deterred by peril.” Rohit rubbed his hands together, and golden strands of puppy fur flew in the air. He then followed and watched the pair of kittens.

”Hello there!” She greeted enthusiastically and reached through the cages to begin putting them. The first one moved back cautiously, while the second one ran over and began accepting head rubs. ”Aww, they’re so adorable.” Olivia grinned and turned to Rohit. ”Don’t you just love animals?”

Rohit nodded and returned the smile. “I like how simple they are.” He agreed. “But a lot of work. Too much for me, but it’s fun to visit them.” He looked around the store again; it was a chaotic place, and he thought about his conversation with Milo and Mina.

“Maybe one day I should reconsider that stance. Are you thinking of getting a kitten? This one is bold.” He commented, watching the little cat that ran over to the front of the cage.

Olivia shook her head at his question. ”Mmm, not right now.” She glanced around the pet shop. She studied the different animals. A quiet hoot caught her attention and she turned to look over. By the front desk there was a cage with a small brown owl.

The owl turned to meet her gaze and emitted another soft hoot. Excitement and curiosity rushed through her and she impulsively moved over to it.

”You have an owl! How did it get here?” Owls have always been one of her favorite animals. It brought back memories of her laying with Kazumin in the grass outside their farm and listening to the cacophony of crickets, owls, cows, chickens and horses. A deep aching sense of longing filled her and she had to fill the hole, otherwise it would consume her. For a moment, she was in a trance. The memory soon began to turn into regret and sorrow, and the emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

The shopkeeper’s voice rang out distantly, as though it was miles away. She struggled to focus on him despite looking at him. ”This poor owl was knocked out of its nest in a storm a while back. Its mother abandoned it and it was alone. We took it in to care for it. Apparently, people were bothering it in the woods too.” The shop owner studied her and his gaze went back to the owl. ”It’s been calling for attention, but nobody has adopted it. Are you interested?”

Abandoned. Bullied. Her heartbeat quickened. Memories of being alone… Shooed by a broom…

Distractions.

Olivia’s fists tightened and she took slow, deep breaths.

Rohit watched as Olivia’s jade colored eyes suddenly looked distant, traveled away to a daydream or a memory. The longer he watched, the clearer it was that wherever the redhead had gone, it was not a pleasant place.

She moved her hand into the cage and the owl sniffed her hand. It glanced up at her reproachfully, and moved away. The creature’s reluctance and overall demeanor was one of fear and sadness. Her chest ached for it. ”Yes, I think this little one needs my help.” She grinned and began pulling money out of her bag. ”How much?” The two discussed payment, what gender it was and care for it. Soon Olivia held the cage with the owl on it and a blanket over it to help relax it. People stared at the precarious predicament this noble redhead found herself in, but she ignored them. Her gaze scanned the room for any enemies, then turned back to Rohit.

Distractions.

”What do you think? Isn't she adorable!”

Rohit studied the not-too-friendly little owl from a respectful distance. The creature was apprehensive of strangers, timid, and stressed. “Honestly? I think she looks a little depressed.” He said, tilting his head. “Or maybe she’s sleepy? Daytime is an owl's bedtime.” He added and grabbed a nearby piece of cloth from the counter and draped it over the owl’s cage. Either way, a little peace, quiet, and less stimulation should help the owl feel more comfortable.

“I find that bonds that are harder to form often become the hardest to break.” He gestured toward the little owl and smiled. “A fine choice of animal companion, owls are known for wisdom and deep insights. A place this chaotic is likely too much for her. I passed a cafe on the way here, Petal and Perk, seems like the ideal place for an owl to rest and contemplate the flowers.” Rohit suggested.

“And you know what else owls adore?” Rohit asked, deciding that he was now a certified expert on the inner thoughts of birds. “Watching two beautiful people get to know each other better over tea. Owls have deeply poetic souls.” He whispered as if he were revealing a deep secret about owls.

Olivia’s cheeks momentarily matched her hair. She ducked her head and tried processing what he had said. Oh Gods. Did he call her beautiful? Her, of all people? Both startled and flustered, Olivia was silent for a moment. Then, she realized he had asked her a question, and she grinned sheepishly. How did he know so much about owls? Her mind raced and her heart pounded. What did she do?

”Oh wow. That would be great!” She moved forward, then hesitated. Where was the shop again? What if he was dragged into Calbert’s web because of her? She could feel her heart pounding in her throat. Too late, she had already agreed - and if she said no now, then what? Olivia tensed briefly as people brushed past her. Then, like a bunny caught in the sight of an owl, quickly left the shop and began to scan her surroundings for anyone, or anything, that might interrupt their day.

“Looking for someone?” He asked, noticing how this wasn’t the first time her eyes had frantically scanned her surroundings. Rohit offered his arm as he escorted Olivia to the Petal & Perk Cafe. “Are you from Sorian?” He added.

Olivia’s mind raced like the townsfolk around her. Nobody seemed familiar or dangerous. She jumped when Rohit appeared next to her. Her eyes widened like a startled cat. Then, she laughed and shook her head to appear calm and collected.

”Oh, no.” She replied to both questions. Olivia accepted his arm with a sheepish grin, and allowed him to lead the way. ”I’m from Veirmont.”

So, not looking for someone, but something seemed to have a vice-like grip on her mind. “What a coincidence; I’m a guest in this city as well. All the way from Kisoma - the beating heart of Kimoon.” He led the way to the cafe, describing the lush jungles and vibrant city he called home as they walked. No one was better than Rohit at distracting people from what troubled them.

“And there are gardens everywhere. Restaurants with glowing, bioluminescent fungi, jasmine blooming across the city, and plants in almost every shop. There is no part of Kisoma that is not graced by nature's beauty.” He continued as they entered the quiet little cafe that smelled of tea, coffee, and the dozens or so arrangements of flowers that decorated the space. It was almost as nice as home.

“What is Veirmont like? Worth adding to my list of places to visit?” He asked.

Olivia listened intently to Rohit. The way he described the lush jungles, and the gardens caused her to grin. It sounded beautiful–far more beautiful than Sorian. As he spoke, she soon began forgetting about the hypervigilance. She wished she could see pictures of Kisoma. Olivia had relaxed by then, which in turn helped her owl relax.

Then came the question about Veirmont. Delilah and Charlotte had quizzed her on it. This allowed her to have a decent knowledge and be able to recite information offhandedly. ”Well, it’s a tropical paradise,” Olivia replied as they entered. ”There are palm trees everywhere, and it never snows. There are beaches everywhere.”

“A tropical paradise…now that sounds like a challenge,” Rohit said thoughtfully. He then snapped his fingers. “Let’s make it a challenge. You absolutely must visit Kisoma after this summer. My family would be proud to host you. Then I will visit Veirmont, and we can properly decide which tropical paradise reigns supreme.” He proposed a lighthearted challenge as they approached the hostess.

“Oh, but a minor flaw. Once you see Kisoma, you would never want to leave.” He teased with a grin, his words spoken with the upmost confidence.

She glanced around the cafe with wide eyes. It was beautiful in the cafe. She turned to her owl and lifted up the blanket. ”Look how pretty it is in here, Maple,” Her owl looked up at her, hooted softly, and then returned it tucking its head under the wing. Olivia turned to Rohit and smiled warmly. ”We both like it,” she reported and turned to the hostess. ”Table for two, please - well, three, my owl’s coming.”

The hostess stared for a moment, nodded, and brought them back to a table in the back. There was privacy and plenty of floral decor around them. She picked up a menu and smiled at Rohit. ”Who knew our afternoon would turn out like this?”

“None but the Gods.” Rohit responded.

“How does lavender tea sound?” He asked Olivia, picking something relaxing to help soothe the nervous energy he’d noted from her earlier. “May we get a sampling of your best dishes?” Rohit asked, barely looking at the menu. Who wanted to waste time reading about food when he could continue to get to know the person across from him?

“Make it bit of an adventure.” He suggested.

“Lavender tea. That actually sounds perfect. It’ll help calm my… I guess you’ve noticed I’m a little on edge.” Olivia chuckled softly, tucking a stray strawberry-blonde curl behind her ear. Her cheeks felt warm, and she lowered her gaze for a moment before looking back at Rohit. He only smiled back at her and nodded. He had noticed the nervous energy.

”I’m sorry if I’ve seemed jumpy. I’ve been dealing with some rough memories that make me a bit paranoid.” A gentle sigh escaped her lips. “I know it’s not the best first impression, but thank you for being so patient.”

“Don’t be sorry. You feel how you feel, and despite how you feel, you are excellent company.” His reply was gentle and sincere.

She leaned forward, resting a hand lightly on his forearm, an impulsive gesture that sent her stomach fluttering with both nerves and excitement. “I really like the idea of an ‘adventure’ with you. I.. feel better already just being here and chatting with you.”

Olivia smiled shyly but with genuine warmth shining in her eyes. “I’d love to share more, if you don’t mind hearing it. Maybe once the tea arrives, I’ll tell you a bit more about what’s been on my mind if you still want to know.”

Rohit rested a hand on top of Olivia’s hand as she lightly touched his arm. His thumb moved against smooth, soft skin. “I’d be happy to listen to anything you wish to share.”

The sudden courage made her heart pound, but she didn’t move her hand away. “And, in return, you can teach me more about Kisoma. I’d like to hear about it if you’re up for it.” She smiled at him genuinely. He looked like a piece of art come to life. How was someone so handsome? Olivia’s cheeks were becoming as red as her hair. How could she have been acting so silly?

Rohit, master of distraction, wasted no time in recounting every beautiful detail he knew about Kisoma. From the bustling marketplace where anything could be found, the thrill of haggling with vendors to the point that it was almost like a game of chess, and the immense talent of the musicians who filled the streets with joyful songs. He told the story of how his father had come to be Vali. It began with the tale of the former Vali, a corrupt and wicked man who once had control over Kimoon but who lost it all to greed. How his father had stepped up, proved his worth to the Sultan, and he continued with all the ways Navi Amar had improved his territory and the lives of his people. He spoke fondly of his parents, kind-natured scholars who would certainly love to meet Olivia and her owl. How his mother was likely to throw a very embarrassing party in her honor if she ever were to stop by for a visit.

After all, his mother did the same anytime Hala visited. He went on to tell Olivia about his very best friend, whom Rohit had instantly decided, the first time he’d met them, was the sibling he’d always wanted.

“That’s one of the things that makes life worth living, don’t you think? Friends you can count on, who make every moment just a bit more fun when they’re around. You got a friend like that?” He asked, finding an easier topic for her to start opening up about her own life, just as their food and tea arrived.

Olivia relaxed while Rohit began speaking and hadn’t moved her hand off his arm. Once he’d rested his hand on her’s, she’d blushed. The way he described his hometown sounded delightful. It was like something out of the books she’d borrowed from Charlotte. The marketplace sounded like a dream to her; she would be tempted to buy everything. The contrast of Kisoma to Sorian was sharp. A deep desire to visit filled her, but she wasn’t sure how feasible that was. Alidasht sounded exotic, beautiful, and full of life.The fact his nobility was hard won was intriguing to her, instead of being born into it. Once he mentioned his mother doting upon her honor to visit, a deep blush formed on her heels and rivaled her hair. She giggled at the idea of visiting and how her owl would coe too. A soft smile graced her lips and her eyes softened. His parents sounded kind as he was; it briefly caused her chest to ache.

”Oh wow,” Olivia smiled genuinely. ”Kisoma sounds amazing, Rohit. I’m grateful you told me about it. I.. I would definitely love to visit. It would be really different from Sorian and that would be nice.”

Olivia paused when the waitress delivered their food and drinks. She nodded to her gratefully and kept her hand where it rested on Rohit. The waitress quickly bustled away. ”Thank you so much.” She moved her hand away now to shyly drink her lavender tea with both hands. As she sipped it, Liv stole a quick glance around the room then back to him.

”So… I sort of had a traumatic and difficult upbringing, and this cute little owl reminded me of myself; beaten down, sad and alone, and my emotions sort of came out and projected onto it.” She then added as nerves filled her stomach. ”Also, there's some… crime that came to light recently that impacted my friends and me, so I’ve been on edge because of it. I don’t want to drag you into it, though, but that's why I’ve been edgy. I promise I’m not usually like this.” Her voice remained low and only audible to him.

He nodded thoughtfully as Olivia spoke of her difficult upbringing. He looked at the little owl who had grown more relaxed since settling down in the cafe. “Do you think the owl knows? How its entire world has changed?” He asked after a beat, wondering how wise the feathered symbol of wisdom truly was.

“The owl will not be sad or alone because she now has you to take care of her,” Rohit explained, looking back at Olivia. He supposed just about any place was more desirable for an owl to be than a chaotic pet store. And he didn’t take Olivia for the type who just wanted some unconventional pet to keep in a gilded cage to show off at parties. He watched the owl again and imagined that sometime soon, that owl would be flying free beneath the moon. Proudly keeping a vast estate free of hares and rats, and nesting comfortably in some high tower shielded from the sun.

“And what a wonderful day it is, for this owl who will soon stretch her wings and touch the sky again. Today, you have changed an owl’s entire world. Made a huge impact on one lucky creature on a kind whim.” Finding the beauty in small moments, he picked that up from his father. One of the traits Rohit was convinced made his father so wise, and one he tried hard to emulate.

“If you ever find yourself alone again, I never turn down company.” He added. “And my people, we do not fear danger. Whether we were forged in the desert sun or sculpted by the jungle’s rays, we from Alidasht are as brave as we are beautiful. Drag me wherever you like.” He challenged, and a playful smile flashed as he picked up his cup of tea.

Olivia turned to Maple. Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled faintly. His words brought her comfort and a much needed distraction. ”I sure hope he will soon,” Liv replied. She reached in and stroked the owl’s feathers. The owl chipped in response.

”Thank you so much, Rohit. You are delightful,” She replied, referring to the owl. Then, Olivia sipped her tea and then almost choked on it. His next words caused her to do a double take. Giggles erupted from her. She swallowed her tea politely and ensured she did not embarrass herself.

”Oh Rohit,” Liv grinned mischievously and leaned forward. ”You don’t have to ask me twice.” She took his hands and grinned back playfully. ”There is a lot to show you in Sorian, I’m sure I can drag you somewhere,”

Olivia grinned back, pleased with her challenge. Her cheeks were flushed akin to her hair. She bounced her leg nervously and sipped her tea. The two continued to converse until it became close to the banquet. They bid their farewells and rushed off to their respective dwellings to prepare for the ball. Olivia had a spring in her step and importantly, a blossoming friendship with more than just her owl.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: The Cracked Fang > Streets
Time: Dusk

Interactions: @AuthenticTomb Luther
Mentions: The Pack ♥
Aesthetics: Tessa’s Outfit (with a leather jacket
Gear: She carries a pistol, rifle, two lighters and matches, cellphone, two knives and multiple eyepatches

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The pack's help had been appreciated by Tessa. The rest of the Church had faded into the background. Never again would she be able to see Logan; see his smile, hear his laugh, and the warm embrace he’d always give her. He wouldn’t be able to eat her cookies, either. Dom, Lucian, Kessler, Logan… Tessa’s heartstrings clenched tightly. Her head pounded as though she'd smacked into a wall. Once the others left, Tessa rose to her feet and followed them out. There were murmurs, pats on her shoulder, and indistinct voices around her. Pain rocked her body, inside and out, and the tears never stopped streaming down her face.

Being a new blood, she knew it would be unsafe to leave their territory. Tessa didn’t move towards the rest of the territory with the others. Instead, she found herself lingering by the Cracked Fang. Her eyes sought something that wasn’t there, and would never be there again. The world was cruel. She’d always known it, but had decided to focus on the positives. Right now, there were still a few; the rest of the pack was all right, but for how long? Tessa clenched her fists. Whoever had done this would pay.

She pulled her lighter out of her pocket and lit it briefly. The dancing flame illuminated her eyepatch–another reminder of their cruel world. Her tears began to slow and she wiped them off her face with her free hand. The flames danced brightly in front of her. Distractions and adrenaline–she needed them now more than never, including Luther. Tessa released her grip on the lighter and watched the flame disappear. Her other hand called Luther–once, twice and then thrice.

”It’s Patches. I need you immediately–meet me at The Eclipse.” Due to the nature of being a former warden thought dead, she’d never use her real name over the phone. Patches, that was the nickname she’d instructed everyone to use when referring to her, even in public. She hung up and focused on transforming. The agonizing pain coursed through her body, but distracted her from the emotional pain inside. Without warning, she yelped which slowly turned into a guttural growl.

Her gaze now intensified from the area around her. Then she began sprinting at full speed through the streets, her backpack bouncing on her back and her gaze never wavering from what was in front of her. She repeated Luther’s name repeatedly in her mind, the heartbreak threatening to consume her and drown her in her sorrow and grief.

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia ⋆ @Oso Bastion ⋆ @samreaper Menzai ⋆
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 23
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

"This is Captain Cindralis. The situation is… less than ideal. Most systems are compromised, and the harsh truth is that there’s no riding this out, not this far from Breland."

"I’m initiating emergency descent protocol. Closest survivable option is the Lhazaar Principalities. Not a choice I make lightly. But it’s that or drift until we burn out."

The captain’s voice rang out loudly over the momentary calm. Arya braced herself and gazed at Stella. The eagle’s gaze, once directed on the speaker, now looked at her with confusion and awaited her translation. Arya listened closely and clutched the bar.

The world around her began to slow. Around her, each individual reacted differently, some clutching each other or lost in their own confusion. Menzai and Phia were properly healed by the scary-looking necromancer who was soon after dispatched by an aasimar. Wendel was gone, and a new woman was here; Meiyu had a peach thrown at her by this new woman.

Arya’s breath hitched and her eyes widened. She’d briefly heard about the island, but she couldn’t recall why. Her eyes shut and she tried to focus on her breathing to slow her now racing heart. Panic surged through her. Were they going to die? Would she never reach her family?

"All hands, brace for descent. The Stormrider is coming in hard...find a seat or a rail and hold tight. Medical attention will be standing by once we’re grounded. Stay clear of the cargo hold and let the crew do their job. This isn’t over yet."

The descent began quickly and sharply. She jolted over to a booth and pulled Stella off her shoulder. Arya clutched her tightly and Stella protested, indignantly. Arya couldn’t blame her; the space was cramped now with her taller figure and the eagle’s larger frame.

”We’re descending now or else the Stormrider will crash. I’m not letting you get hurt!” Whether or not Stella agreed, Arya knew she could have let her fly freely, but the idea of her being hit by something and being lost caused her heart to skip a few beats. Stella was all she had, and if she lost her…

The screams, the lightning, objects clattering and violent jerking left Arya in shambles. Tears streamed down her face and she buried her face in her eagle’s feathers. The eagle, while indignant still, unfurled her wings to protect the tiefling’s head.

The Stormrider slammed into the shore. The airship’s protest and weakness left Arya visibly trembling uncontrollably. She didn’t move, didn’t react, until she heard the captain’s voice.

Were they alive? Was Stella all right? The questions she yearned for would soon be answered.

"This is Cindralis. We made it. All passengers, report to the main deck. Watch your step...we’re in one piece, but only barely. We’ll assess the damage once we’re sure no one’s dying. Stormrider out."

Arya slowly maneuvered Stella and herself out of the temporary protection. Trembling with tears streaming down her face and ready to hurl, Arya glanced around. One by one, people left the airship frantically, as if the Stormrider itself might implode on them. Like a dream, Arya slowly followed them out unaware of the bump to her head. Stella now perched again on her shoulder, cawed angrily and ruffled her feathers. A few passerby glanced over, but Arya didn’t notice. There were talon marks up and down her arm, but she didn’t care–as long they were safe and well.

Outside of the storm rider, she found Bastion, the mean dragonborn, Menzai and Phia. She glanced at them, but her gaze moved out to the distance. The familiar feeling of being watched caused her skin to crawl. With a sharp inhale, she remembered her hood, and noticed it had fallen. She quickly pulled it up and bit her lip hard. The others, the group from earlier, had seen her but who else might have?

She moved forward, then her knees gave out and she sank onto the ground. She took several deep breaths and clutched her eagle with terror in her eyes.

”Is this a dream or is this real?” Her question was not aimed at anyone in particular.

Then frustration and rage rose inside of her. She was even farther from home. Arya wanted to scream, but she knew it would only raise suspicion and alarm the others. Instead she let out a sob and buried her head in her hands. Failure. That was what she was; she would never reach her family in time. It was all her fault. A bitter laugh filled her throat but didn't escape as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @samreaper Kazu
Mentions: @princess Lottie ♞ @JJ Doe Fritz
Aesthetic: ♞ Dress ♞ Hair ♞Shoes

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Olivia nodded. It would do them well to find Charlotte, Fritz, and Leo. Maybe Rohit and others would want to leave, too. ”I agree–let’s find the others and leave. This stays between Lottie, you and me.” She allowed her shoulders to drop and smiled shyly at him–a brief reminder of their sudden and unexpected encounter. Olivia strode back into the banquet hall and moved towards the doors. A guard, however, moved in front of them.

”By the order of the Royal Family, nobody can leave the banquet.”

Liv stared at him for a long minute. She contemplated alternative scenarios, then sighed. It would not be smart to cause a scene. Olivia grumbled under her breath and moved back to the seat and tugged Kaz behind her. As she sat down, Alibeth’s words reached her ears. She did not face the royalty, for fear of the guilt and tension she’d endured would give her away. Olivia dug into the food as a source of comfort and distraction. Her insides churned like leaves in a tornado and her hands briefly trembled.

She looked at Kaz and her words softened, and a flutter in her stomach briefly distracted her racing mind and heart. Her gaze lingered on Lottie’s empty seat. Where are you, she wondered? She did not dare send her a message, instead, she glanced at the door, willing her to appear--- until Wulfric spoke. With wide eyes, she nearly choked on her food, and recovered quickly.

This banquet was hell and they needed to flee.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Tessa’s apartment > The Cracked Fang
Time: Dusk

Interactions: The Pack ♥
Mentions: N/A
Aesthetics: Tessa’s Outfit (with a leather jacket
Gear: She carries a pistol, rifle, two lighters and matches, cellphone, two knives and multiple eyepatches

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The smell of freshly baked goods wafted through Tessa’s apartment. Cookies in various flavors lined the cookie sheets–chocolate chip, oatmeal, red velvet and vanilla. Off to the side in similar flavors were cupcakes, decorated with fangs, claws and smiley faces. Tessa had also decorated a small cake with the initial “IF” in the middle with a wolf. She smiled with delight at her creations and turned to her music. It had been blasting for hours. If it wasn’t blasting, she’d stop and think about that night… Distractions were necessary. Her mind focused on the looks of excitement and joy, which were worth the hours of labor she’d been enduring. The pack she belonged to being happy was one of her top priorities, especially Dom and Logan, who had saved her. Her heart swelled with affection for them and her pack. She adjusted her eyepatch over her braid and continued working.

Since she was so wrapped in her mind, she missed her phone ringing. With a gasp, she whirled around and snatched it. It was from Dom. Her blood ran cold as she listened. He was calling Church? What the heck happened? This was serious. Her sudden joy burst like a bubble. She hastily boxed everything, shoved it unceremoniously into her backpack, and took off quickly. To not waste time, Tessa transformed painstakingly into a full wolf, and spirited off to Church. Her mind was too scrambled to focus on the pain of transforming.

Once she arrived, Tessa transformed back into a human form. She could hear she was slightly late and slipped inside. She met Dom’s eyes with an apologetic look and quietly moved over to a seat. Her gaze fell on Logan’s empty chair and frowned. Where was he? It was unlike him. A knot formed in her stomach. She clutched her backpack like a security blanket.

"Church is in session." His gaze swept across the room. "Logan…Our brother," he started, voice low like a thunderstorm, one that frightened Tessa. "was found in the old glassworks warehouse tonight." Tessa froze. Logan was dead..? How could he be dead? Her breathing hitched. Her mind refused to believe it.

"He was tortured, brutalized, murdered, and left there like trash. They knew who he was, they knew what he meant, and they did it anyway." Tessa’s mind struggled to process what he’d said. Who in their right mind would brutalize and torture someone a sweet a Logan? Why would he be dead? Her heart began hammering.

Dom continued to speak, but he sounded far away. Her head began aching as if she'd been smacked in the head with his gavel. Memories swirled through her mind, one after another, of Logan and the pack. All the trinkets she’d steal for him and how he’d both scold and appreciate her… Their smiles and laughter… It wasn't true. This was a bad dream. Had she hit her head? She pinched herself. Her shallow breathing began to fill the room. He let his eyes meet each and every one of theirs--except Tessa’s, because she was staring at the empty seat with disbelief.

... "You know I don’t want to go to war. It's not what I preach. Never has been...But I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that my brothers and sisters are vindicated. Find whoever it is that's hunting our family and bring them to me. Plain and simple." His seriousness caused Tessa’s heart to clench and the tears to begin racing down her face like wildfire in a dry forest. Before anyone else could respond, Dom continued. "This is your chance to speak. Say what you need to say now, whether it’s words for Logan, questions for me…or if you have information about the ones who did this. Now's your chance. Once we leave this table, it’s blood for blood."

"These motherfuckers. I don't know and I don't care where they're from. Wherever that is, they forgot to teach'em to never mess with a man's family... They crossed a line. The fuckers responsible. You find them. Bring them here. And you watch. And you learn what family means. Youngbloods, don't travel alone. There is real strength in numbers. The rest of you ladies and gentleman, you know what this is, what this means. You don't need to hear me blabber..."

”But.. I... I baked him his favorite cookies,” Tessa’s voice cracked as she met his gaze now and then, the rest of the packs. ”This isn’t real.” With that, she hurtled from her seat like she’d been electrocuted. She stared at the doorway with her hand outstretched; then Lucian’s words rang through her mind. The need to run away and hide coursed through her veins, yet she resisted. "I'm... I need too..." She trailed off and began shaking like a leaf in a tornado.

Then, Tessa sank to the floor and began sobbing hysterically.

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: [@TaeTaeSaurus] Meiyu ⋆ @princess Phia ⋆ @Oso Bastion ⋆ @samreaper Menzai ⋆ @FunnyGuy Wendel/Minerva
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 23
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

After becoming wounded and watching her new acquaintances fall to the same fate, Arya had stiffened. Her mind raced with memories she’d longed to forget. The pain in her side caused her vision to blur. As panic rose, so did her breathing. There was a puddle of blood around Menzai, and the sight of it caused her stomach to churn. Stella spoke to her but it was drowned out. The room spun around her and she covered her mouth. She watched as the assailants disappeared as quickly as they had come. The sight before her began shifting, and Arya moved out of view and fell to her knees. Her bow was clenched tightly in her hands.

”Arya! No, please! Help me. Don’t go!” …The sound of banging on metal filled the room, drowning out the tiefling’s consciousness… ”Arya - you have the keys! Don’t let them scare you!” …Pounding footsteps, metal clanging, a bow firing weekly, and then a scream ripping through the room, joined by cries of despair and grief… ”She’s dead! Her blood is on your hands, coward!” …Hideous laughter, mockery included, and a wail…. ”You deserve wrath!”

The pecking at her head should’ve broken through her skull. However, she’d become accustomed to it. Stella’s voice rang out, loud and clear: ”Arrrryaaa listening to me?” The tiefling flinched and looked at her with blurry vision. ”Your comrades have been talking to you. Did you hear them?” There was a brief pause and Arya looked down as guilt filled her. ”Whatever you’re thinking about, is long gone in the past. Focus on the present, and make the future better.”

Arya nodded and looked down at her hands. There was wetness on them. As her hand reached up to her eyes, she discovered tears. Stella reached her left wing out and dried them with her feathers. This coaxed a laugh out of her and it was filled with amusement and dread. ”T-T-Thank.. Thank you.”

As she stood up, a mysterious blue crystal appeared in front of her. Stella squawked and Arya began trying to back up, but the thing didn’t relent. Arya watched as it moved towards her and cemented itself into her wrist. She stiffened up with terror and forgot how to breathe. Did this happen to the others? What was going on? Arya clambered to her feet clumsily, and hustled back over to the bar. The sight before her was not what she’d expected.

Bastion stood nearby and carried a battered and broken Phia in his arms. Wendel was gone, and a new woman stood there now with Menzai against her back. The snake woman had returned. The sight of blood caused her to tremble, but she looked away from it. Upon scrutinizing her acquaintances, she noticed they all had the same blue crystal on them.

There was a pause, and then: ”What the heck are these crystals and where is Wendel? What happened…?” Her gaze moved to Phia and she came over to her side. Stella peered down at her and gently climbed down her shoulder to stand closer to Phia. ”...I don’t have any healing or medicine on me. Perhaps we can tourniquet her grave injuries until we find a healer?”

She moved away, and glanced at Menzai and the new woman. ”Do you have anything on you to help Phia?” She glanced around for a solution, and clenched her fists with fury. Why did this happen? Arya glanced around and addressed the room filled with others. ”D…Do we have… Do we have a healer?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @samreaper Kazu
Mentions: @Oso Killian
Aesthetic: ♞ Dress♞ Hair ♞Shoes

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Olivia sank into Kazumin’s hug. Her tears began to slow, and she sniffled. As she melted into his grip, she buried her head against his chest. His words soothed her racing heart. For now, the tendrils had left, and there was only Olivia. The effects of the dark magic had left her drained. Olivia pulled away and wiped her eyes and nose clumsily with a napkin from her dress’s pocket. A giggle escaped her once her gaze met Kazumin’s.

”I… Well, that was…” Her voice caught and she cleared her throat. ”...Unexpected.” She giggled again and pulled him into a fierce hug. Her voice was soft against the wind ruffling their hair. ”Thank you, Kaz, for sticking by me and helping me. I love you, too.”

She turned to the banquet room. It had gone deadly silent, except for the sound of chains being dragged. Curious, scared, worried and alarmed, Olivia poked her head in. The sight before her caused her breath to catch. What the hell? Is that what I think it is..? Her eyes widened and she glanced at Kazumin, then she quickly moved away out of sight from the banquet.

Olivia checked her hands. There wasn't anything around her. Her gaze met Kazu’s and she turned back to watch the scenery. Her skin paled and she took several deep breaths to calm herself down. Her hand reached for Kaz’s and pulled him to her side closer to grip his sides. They were in over their heads.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Interactions: @Rodiak Nahir ☁ @princess Hafiz
Mentions: @CitrusArms Stratya
Aesthetic: ☁ Hair ☁ Dress ☁ Necklace ☁ Shoes

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Kira allowed her shoulders to relax. Hafiz had walked off with an unknown destination. Good riddance. He left a bad feeling in her stomach. Had she crossed paths with someone akin to Marek? She watched him for a moment and then turned her attention to Nahir. The Shehzadi’s hand reached for her own, and Kira returned the gesture. Before either of them could make contact, the scenery changed drastically.

Kira froze and watched. A witch hunter entered the room and dragged a chained woman behind. Her eyebrows rose. Marek would definitely want to know about this. She kept a close eye on the man and remained silent. An empty hand subconsciously reached up to her necklace and tucked it under her dress. The coldness in the room was frosty enough to freeze everyone permanently. Movement caught her eye and she noticed Prince Wulfric watching from above, briefly. She glanced back down at Nahir, then her gaze scanned the room.

During the nonsense, several of her targets had left the room: Cassius, Leo, Thea, Olivia, Kazu, Charlotte, and Fritz. She cursed herself. How did she become so distracted? Her attention was now honed in, and she continued watching. She remained poised, watchful, and inconspicuous beside Nahir.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @samreaper Kazu
Mentions:
Aesthetic: ♞ Dress♞ Hair ♞Shoes

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Everything in Olivia’s head went quiet the moment his lips met hers. The shock of the moment completely stunned her. It was as if someone had immobilized her using a spell. Why was he kissing her? Didn’t he hear anything she’d said? She was bad luck–a walking, talking human black cat–bad luck, that was jinxed, cursed, whatever word fit her. In the end, she’d be his downfall. Confusion and fear wrapped around her mind and began causing her head to pound. Part of her wanted him to stay and wrap his arms around her. The unconditional love was something she craved deep down. It was a feeling she was unused to feeling. Any compassion toward her felt fake or temporary, because at some point she’d either ruin that person’s life or fuck up. Even Charlotte’s and Cassius’ warmth toward her had felt alien.

Both warmth and dread spread through her. Tears filled her eyes and raced down her cheeks. For now, her dark magic tendrils dissipated around her. Her head was quiet, and the emotions were a wild storm inside waiting to be unleashed. Recklessly, Olivia returned the kiss. It wasn’t experienced at all; she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. Genuine happiness rushed through her. Once she realized what she was doing, and quickly broke away with wide-eyes. Her expression was wide-eyed and filled with mixed emotions. She clenched her fists and grasped her head. The tendrils began returning and she buried her hands in her hair.

His words echoed in her mind. The memories of their meeting, hanging out together, chasing fireflies, of him being bullied and mocked and her beating the people up, and Calbert holding the gun to his head, rushed through her mind’s eye. A mixture of anger, frustration, joy, self-loathing, fear, and happiness raced through her. Olivia took several deep breaths. The voices began creeping back in. She was poison–something he continued to drink until she’d stripped him of his life. He needed to understand that. Kaz's words that she was his sun, his light and his warmth, challenged it. He was a moth attracted to her flame. Olivia tensed and her pupils struggled to remain green. Then, she realized how she was bending back to the darkness, and broke down sobbing. Fortunately, she wasn’t loud enough to be heard by the feast, sine there was enough drama going on.

Her voice was a blubbering mess. ”I don’t want you to leave. Please help me.” Her strawberry wet hair became plastered to her face and her green eyes begged him to defy her words. Run, Kazumin–plese.