"No one gives a shit who you are, dragon-kin. You made to Liseranna, well done. Now take you tempest bullshit and leave. Because you don't want to know what I'm going to do to you," he looked up, his pupils now pinpricks against the rest of his eye, "After you ruined my sandwhich."
Well, he had done it. He had officially started a brawl with a mythical beast that pretty much claimed to be a God.
It was at that moment, as realisation washed over Edgar, that he realised...
He fucked up.
Reading Edgar is great. He's such an adorable goofball.
Certainly she wasn't at her best - she hadn't been for awhile, thanks to a little chicken she was going to flay if she ever found her
I'm adding this to her profile if this keeps up.
@liferusher Wanna see you and Hangedman's first post together! @GrafRoy Zeppeli Shouldn't Lin just summon Shikio?
Gall nodded in the direction of his master and her throne as he left. After taking a quick note of the location, he headed off to look at the options.
Fetching food for her would be a problem, considering the fact that he hadn't tasted anything for at least a few hundred years. The reaper had forgotten the sensation of taste among others, and was hesitant to make a decision based on his complete lack of ability.
Over the years though, he had heard mentions that this cuisine known as 'Italian' was rather impressive. The Mediterranean cultures always seemed to have a powerful grasp of artistic wealth.
Normally this line was busy, but the line mystically disappeared upon Gall's approach. No one desired a conversation with a reaper. And fortunately, no one seemed to too eager to charge him either. The reaper usually managed to get the food for his master free of charge, which was extremely convenient and time saving.
He returned soundlessly with a plate for her, hoping it was to her satisfaction.
It took him a while to realize he hadn't hoped for something in a long time.
Is a roaring flame reduced to a surviving ember still the same fire? The ember starting a new blaze of the same burning soul? Does wisdom acknowledge shifts of time or origins of history before the other?
They still called themselves Romans. The Goddess felt that calling this state after an Empire blessed by Pantheons was an insult, and those outside felt the same.
Others called it the Greek Empire, but that name had already passed with Iskandar. Some referred to the state by the prize gem of Constantinople, to the exclusion of it's jagged edges. Some called it the Orthodox Empire, but Rus had many Orthodox as well.
The Turks had been encroaching on the empire for years, gradually pressuring the border. Today was intended to fix that, and perhaps reverse it. The Ecimunal Patriarch under the Emperor called upon the Papacy for some 300 knights to defend the borders of combined Christandom.
Forty Thousand arrived, answering the call of their mutual God. The red haired woman saw the Baslius shower gifts on some, resulting in many a Catholic swearing some degree of fealty in return for this support. Others looked away, unwilling to accept bribes but who lacked the heart to scold those who would journey with them to the holiest of cities.
Tancred de Hautville was one of those who refused, but he did so loudly. He said they had a lack of faith, and critised the lack of Christ's fire in their hearts. For many this was a source of discomfort.
But the Goddess liked the brave. When the dancing started that night, the Phoenix accepted his offered hand. The musicians increased speed until all others were forced off the floor.
Ten further times they moved their fingers faster, trying to blow out the flames of this match.
But these two passionate fires stayed on until the player's fingers bled, feet moving with divine grace. When they were forced to leave the floor, they visited each other until the next day.
Forgoing a Basileus weak enough to call rivals for aid and embracing the hands of one who's soul burned as brightly as her own, Iravis set off the next day on a Crusade against those who still defiled her homeland.
Iravis' eyes opened as she returned to the present day, in what appeared to be an infirmary. The Phoenix remembered the fight from the previous day, and after looking at her arm realized it was completely healed.
A look to her right and she noticed the hellion, who seemed to wear exhaustion as if it was a mask. "Lyssa, what brings you here and what tires you so?"
I am using Deus Lo Volt as the primary source regarding people's character. Incase it wasn't obvious, this is about the first crusade. This isn't class, so for those of you who haven't taken AP World history this is for you.
Greek/Orthodox/Constantinople: The Byzantine Empire or Eastern Roman Empire, located in modern day Turnkey and Greece.
Turks: This time period is pre-Ottoman, so in this case I am referring to Seljuk Turks. By this time they had dominated Mesopotamia and parts of Persia (modern day Iran)
Basileus: Another title for Emperor, used mostly by the Byzantine Empire
Orthodox: After the collapse of the Pentarchy, Catholics and Orthodox were born out of the remains. While the official schism occurred later, the two churches had been unofficially separated for centuries by this point. Two critical points are that the priests can marry and have beards.
