Psyker Landshark

Iris Ascendis

"psykers was this really all just a buildup to the end of eva shinji hospital scene reference"
"did you really do all this for the bit"

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

More than a small portion of Iraleth's psyche wasn't willing to forgive Ciara for her deeds, and the paladin's fingers twitched ever so slightly as the girl murmured delirious apologies. Chunji's words passed through the curtain, and she briefly mused what his reaction would be if he was aware that the paladin was looming over the witch right this second, contemplating murder.

It would be so easy, and yet, despite all Ciara had done and had the potential to do, would still be wrong. Oh, Iraleth was more than certain of Ciara's guilt. At this point, even if she somehow wasn't an Umbralist, Ciara was an uncontrolled, ravenous beast that was a danger to everyone around her. If Iraleth had defeated her in the field, she would have put her down without question.

But this wasn't a battlefield. They had the luxury of higher-ups and proper judgement. Someone experienced who could actually come to a reasoned conclusion. But Iraleth doubted Ciara wouldn't be condemned in some way. Whether it be confinement or execution, letting Ciara go free would be horrendously, irresponsibly dangerous.

...She still wanted to be done with it now. Hildegunde's draining could have been prevented if Iraleth hadn't placed any measure of hope in Ciara, if she had just gone full burn from the start and felled Ciara with the Inheritor's light. Everything that had happened since the end of the duel was her responsibility to own up to: for hesitating to eradicate the scourge of darkness.

Iraleth raised one hand, staring down into her palm as Ciara continued to lie in her hospital bed.

"I'm such a damned fool..."

Iris Ascendis

posting tomorrow

Iris Ascendis

To clarify, Chunji didn't look past the curtain and see Iraleth looming over Ciara right?

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

The Grovemasters listened to the various Kirins' speeches in silence, though the mood turned decidedly colder than it had been already after Eliane finished with hers. Predictably, the eldest Grovemaster bristled in anger while the younger two practically locked up, becoming taciturn. Once it was evident that the Kirins were finished speaking for the moment, a single beat passed before the younger male mystic began to speak once more, his hands folded in front of him.

"You bring grave tidings - and dire threats. Had a relation of the Edrenian royal family not been among your party," A nod in Galahad's direction. Evidently, Neve had revealed some information when she'd first returned. "Perhaps the mention of the Four Crystals alone may have lent credibility. As it stands, however, those entrusted with knowledge of the Four are also aware of whomst else know and pass the information down to our successors: we Grovemasters, the Edrenian royal line, Skael's Overseer, and Osprey's fallen imperial house. My apologies for my bluntness, but the presence of a Caradoc among you means that this bears no small chance to be a blatant political manipulation."

"Manipulation?" The elder scoffed. "Master Alambert, you do them too much credit. This is extortion! You heard the Skaelan: kneel to this union of Edren and Skael or face invasion. I had hoped that young Leonhardt would not be as grasping and greedy as his predecessor, but it seems that was in vain."

"You would condemn Edren for its part in the war while denigrating me as a warmonger?!" Izayoi cut in, incredulous. "What mad raving is this?"

"Silence, Demon!" The Grovemaster spat back, furious. "I know full well what you have done in return! Massacres, abductions, poisoning the land. You are not blameless in this! Look me in the eyes and speak truthfully that you were not a beast as vile as nearly the whole of the Edreni war machine!"

Izayoi fell silent at that, her gaze nothing but smouldering fury, unable to refute his words.

"Master Zacharias, Lady Izayoi, please! Some order!" The final Grovemaster chose this moment to raise her voice, trying to lower the tension in the chamber. "Now, I would like a bit of clarification before we move to deliberate. The young lady there mentioned a priest of the Mother who set you on this path? May you describe this person in greater detail?"

"His name was Cid." Izayoi replied. "He referred to himself as the 'High Caretaker'." The eldest Grovemaster seemed to almost choke in that moment, while the younger woman tilted her head in thought and the younger man didn't seem to react at all, as if the name held no relevance to him. "I see. Thank you. If we could trouble you to remain here for just a while longer, we will convene to determine our decision." She rose and gave a polite dip of her head as her compatriots left ahead of her without a word.

”I'm sorry.” Neve murmured after her masters left, her expression downcast. ”If I hadn't said as much about some of you as I did, perhaps they might have listened...”

"Highly doubtful." Izayoi sighed. "The woman is the only one who seemed to not have her mind set the second we entered the chamber."

___

Half an hour passed before the Grovemasters returned, returning to their seats. The eldest spoke, sounding none too happy with the decision they seemed to have reached.

"We, Masters Zacharias, Isolde, and Alambert declare henceforth that you and yours will be allowed to undergo the Trial of Tides to access our sacred crystal. The gods and Leviathan will decide your worthiness. However, Initiate Shadesbough will return to our custody. This decision is final."

Izayoi narrowed her eyes, displeased, as Neve hung her head, eyes closed and hands clasped.

"Please understand," Master Isolde at least sounded genuinely conciliatory. "Neve is arguably our most talented successor, and most certainly worthy already. It was deemed that her presence at the trial would afford you an unfair advantage. In the meantime, I will join you partway on your journey to the site of the trial, as I've business in Redwood regardless. We can discuss the specifics once we are on the road."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

it's important to yell at click sometimes

@The Otter

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

"It doesn't bother me, so much as I just find it patently ridiculous." Renar shot back to Fionn with no real heat or malice in his words. Just incredulity. With that little bit of side repartee out of the way, he turned back towards Arken and Fanilly, paying close attention as his mind switched right back to business. The fae as a subject of lore in general was unknown to him, so every little bit would be of use in this sitatuion.

"That...hm." Renar murmured to himself in thought as Arken finished his explanation of Moonlit Queens and fae realms, taking the new information in stride. "Any sort of direct intervention is out of the question, then. Fine, if we can't assault the realm, we'll need to target its overlord's mind. Or rather, be in speaking distance."

"In the best case scenario, we could simply treat with this Moonlit Queen and negotiate. In reality, I doubt things will be as simple." He finished dryly before continuing on. "Fionn, Sir Arken, I don't suppose there would be any other fae of similar or equivalent power that would have some sort of vested interest in seeing this particular queen brought down a notch? As I see it, our best chance is to make inroads with any sort of rival or peer if we wish to confront this issue."

@The Otter

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

Ania Saric

A N I A
A N I A

^{“I am no one. But that will change.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Having awakened to her magic years ago while surviving as an orphan in the streets of the capital, Ania was found to be a prodigy and taken in by a sorcerer looking to leave a legacy behind. Unfortunately, her mentor was killed in a typical Giellnalian power play and she was cast out on the streets, forgotten. With only her magic, her fists, and the will to survive, Ania set out into the world to eke out a chance to make a name for herself. Age: 18 Race: Human Nationality: Giellnalian Weapon of Choice: Hand-to-hand Elemental Affinity: Fire Spiritual Affinity: Dark

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ She never knew exactly how or why she ended up on the streets. Her memories didn't go back that far, outside of knowing her name and her age. But Ania had been an urchin as far back as she could remember, stealing and scrapping in the back alleys of Giellnal just to make it another day. She lasted this way up until she was about sixteen, when a theft gone bad caused her to awaken her magic in the heat of the moment, taking advantage of the uncertainty and uproar it caused among her pursuers to knock them to the ground and make a break for it. It was some peculiar, twisted brand of luck that Ania's awakening sparked the attention of a passing sorcerer in the market. A powerful, noble one. The older woman knocked the fleeing girl to the ground with one firey explosion, looked her over, and said that Ania would be her legacy. She didn't trust that, of course. Giellnalians didn't trust on principle. But when she awoke in the manor she would spend the next three years in, there was fresh bread, clean clothes, and a hot bath. No one in her situation would be stupid enough to take advantage of that as long as possible. So Ania learned. For over a year, she studied and trained in the magical and martial arts, her mentor eventually admitting that the girl was a prodigy of sorts, and that she had no living legacy to pass down her name. So Ania was a project. A monument to this woman's ego. As long as it got her off the streets and into a life where she could hold power, where she could be someone, that was fine. Transactions of mutual benefit were understandable. Not even that lasted long, as her mentor's scholarly and political maneuvering caught up to her in the end, her rivals arranging an assassination and subsequent house fire. Ania barely managed to escape with her life, finishing the tired, weakened hitmen off and ensuring that no one would be pursuing her. But she couldn't go back. The conspirators would think her dead so long as she never showed her face in Giellnal again. So she left. Wandered for a year, trying to find some way to regain the life that had been promised to her. She would never go back to the streets again. Eventually, Ania would find her way to Atutania. The Wardens were the best of the best within the entire realm. Elite, famous knights. Ania could fight. She could cast. She would make a life for herself with her talents, or die trying. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Wary ⬗ Willful ⬗ Cold ⬗ Curious ⬗ Pragmatic ⬗ Brutal A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Hand-to-hand or fist-to-fist, kicking nuts or twisting wrists, Ania is a curious juxtaposition of both a savage street fighter and a trained martial artist. One moment, she's executing complex joint locks and holds. The next, she's beating foes into the ground with wild swings and cheap shots. She packs no small amount of physical strength into her blows, augmented by blazing flames. Her fire magics are nothing to scoff at, despite her preference for melee combat. It's obvious she wasn't fully trained, lacking both fine control of her sorcery and efficiency in mana usage, but she compensates with raw power and sheer output of mana.

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Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Forcibly placed into bed rest after barely managing to limp her way into the clinic, Iraleth could barely muster the energy to protest. Otis's damnable drug didn't help. Oh, it certainly did what he'd claimed it would, that was for certain. But she could barely feel herself think after taking it.

Iraleth laid in stony silence on the bed she was placed in, her armor stripped from her body by one of the attending staff. Irony of ironies, she hadn't suffered much in the way of real physical injury all day today. No, her hurts were all internal. Healing potions wouldn't do much for her. She stared up at the clinic's ceiling, trying to force her mind to focus through the opioid.

She hadn't let Ciara fall because the girl had been lugging Davil with her. Else, it would have been tempting to simply let the...second Umbralist? ...Actual Umbralist? Do away with her. But now what? She wasn't any closer to discovering what Ciara actually was, aside from capable of devouring Essence. And wasn't that a can of worms on its own?

It didn't matter that it was Iraleth's Essence specifically that was devoured. As far as she could tell, the vast majority of her power remained. The rest could be compensated for. But such an ability may as well have been Umbralism by default. There were no exceptions. They had to die. Every last one of them.

But the question still remained: was Ciara one? Evidently, she gave a damn about Davil enough to rescue him. And to go against that other, shadowy figure. Cultists of ruin didn't do that. Just then, the delusional ravings of a madwoman could start to be heard from the next curtain over. Ciara.

Iraleth grit her teeth, forcing herself out of bed. Clad only in her shirt and breeches, she limped one bed over, brushing the curtain aside to stare down at Ciara's babbling form. The paladin simply stood there, observing. Her half-lidded, exhausted expression resembling a sullen glare. This was the best chance she had to glean any unwilling answers from Ciara's ravings while she was still drugged.