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The halls of Tharenbrook were as mysteriously warm as ever. Even in blindness the heat and the scents caused a warm-fuzzy-feeling in Eliana. She sat by herself in a large room, unable to admire the decorations. The young Walker had only once before visited Tharenbrook, the ancient keep of the Spiritwalkers. Back then, years ago at her ceremony. It all seemed so distant now, as she sat there and contemplated. Sekaia had barely had time to say goodbye to her, once they had arrived. There were things to do. had one of the guardians told Eliana, as he guided her into the hall. No one had told her anything besides Sekaia, and it had been awfully limited.
Her blonde hair had become fairly curly lately, as far as she could feel. The minutes went by, and the familiar sensation of loneliness returned, even here, at the temple of her people. She liked to imagine the halls filled with sounds of laughter and happiness, but it had never quite been like that. There had never been time for parties, relaxing and enjoying a friends company. No, there were always things to do.
At last Ellie heard the sound of a door opening and a pair of footsteps echoing through the empty hall. She counted each step to herself until the person had arrived. A faint blue shimmer made out a silhouette of the person in front of her. It was a refreshing sight amidst all the darkness she had become so used to. The steps were lighter than Sekaia’s.
“Eliana.” A feminine voice started, as a woman clasped her hands behind her back, looking down at the blind girl. “They’ll have you now. They have discussed.” Medita held out her elderly hand to assist Eliana along. While she could guide herself by following the blue silhouette, a guiding hand was a welcome. They wandered through the hall until they reached the main door. Within, Eliana was met with five additional shimmers. From what she could sense, four of them faced her in silence, whilst the last silhouette had it’s back turned. She guessed only once who that was.
The door was closed behind her, as Medita took her leave again. Eliana stepped forward, careful as a child in the middle of the night, until the ethereal silhouettes she had become used to calling fellow Walkers were a few meters from her. The middle one turned around and took a heavy step forward.
Larnicus eyed the woman silently for a minute. He sensed her disturbed essence, a fractured mind that was bewildered, mournful and alone. The Grandmaster furrowed his brows. Even in that state, she stood in front of them. Will, he assumed. Jonius had managed to teach her something, at least. Larnicus cracked a brief smile to himself before he finally spoke. He valued his words and wasn’t a man of many. The years had taken its toll, but the Grandmaster was still respected beyond comparison. There were stories of him, so many stories.
“Do not let the young Sekaia frighten you, Eliana Metillius. He knew what he had to, but we do not blame you for the death of Jonius.” Larnicus paused briefly. “Not without evidence. Please, come sit.” The bulky Walker made his way towards the blind girl that was yet to speak, guiding her to a chair.
“Your staff?” one of the others spoke, a man as well, most likely around the same age as Larnicus, whatever that age actually was.
Eliana sighed, shaking her head. “It withered.”
“Withered.” The second man muttered thoughtfully, wrinkling his nose.
Larnicus placed his hand an inch from Eliana’s face, in the same moment as his eyes turned to the ethereal blue, and a glow forged around his hand. Even Eliana could see the blue light clearly. In fact, it had been the only thing that made it past her blindness. From the circle on his hand, the magical essence moved towards her head and surging into Eliana’s eyes. She sat still, did not protest for a second.
Pictures started swarming before her eyes; the last month before the loss of her sight. Everything went by so quickly that she could barely see any of them. Not until she saw that wretched city. Lowburg.
The entire evening went in a loop. The Grandmaster saw as she, and he wandered within her mind to find the answers he sought. Eliana was forced to see Jonius succumb to the poison, over and over again. A single memory froze before both of them. The sight of the door opening as Eliana was crawling out the window. Through the door came a blade glowing from molten heat. The picture disappeared as quickly as it had come, and Eliana once again saw only the darkness and the blue shimmer again. A single tear streamed down her cheek, but alas she was silent.
“Where were the rumours of the Nythlon ritual heard?” Larnicus turned towards his fellow Walkers, as the magic faded away again.
“We don’t know if it was a Nythlon ritual. It was drunkards shouting nonsense about heating blades.” A woman scoffed.
“And killing ‘witches’ and ‘sorcerers’. It is no coincidence. Where was it?” Muttered the old Grandmaster back.
The woman sighed. “It was in Loyton, eastern Raylia. But it is chaotic down there, Grandmaster. No one would go there willingly.”
Larnicus turned his gaze towards Eliana. “Eliana.” She froze. “I know we are in no position to ask anything of you, but so we must. The Withering is most … unfortunate.” He grimaced. “But I’ll do what I can to help you. I cannot recover what is lost, you may only pray that whoever fractured your spirit does not know how to harm you with the piece they stole.” The elderly man leaned down, inspecting the empty eyes.
“It can be recovered, but for now we’ll patch the wound.” Larnicus nodded to himself, as he gestured the others to step forward. Eliana opened her mouth to protest, but alas was too late. Each of the five began channeling energy towards her in unison. It felt as a warm embrace by a mother, a hug from a long lost friend or even a warming smile from a stranger. What was lost was not recovered, but Eliana saw again. Not as she did before, but she saw outlines of … everything. She saw people around her, the shape of their noses, the table that they surrounded, everything in the same blue color.
“What did you…?” Eliana looked around, trying to fathom this new ‘sight’.
“As I said, we patched the wound. It will not heal by itself, but it won’t bleed.” Larnicus folded his hands. “Eliana?” the man started, observing her.
“I... Would I go alone?” She looked up towards him, still not seeing a face like she did before, but it was a change for the better. To her question, the Grandmaster pondered briefly, before plainly asking her. “Can you?” His tone indicated he knew the answer already, but Eliana enjoyed at least feeling like she had a saying for a change.
“I think so, yes. But where will I go? Who will I talk to?” She got up, slightly wobbly on her feet.
“Raylia is a conflict zone right now. There are screams and shouting of a rebellion. It’s a nation on the brink of erupting. There’s a person there we’ve kept an eye on, two, in fact. They’re siblings, strangely enough. According to Medita, they’re deeply involved with the rebels. You’ll want to seek them out. Help them. Befriend them, whatever it takes. Someone down there knows of a ritual they shouldn’t. The murderers knew of you and Jonius’ arrival, they knew whom to poison. The only thing they hadn’t accounted for was the success of your escape. Those fools don’t know the powers they’re messing with, they’re attempting to steal your very being and twist it into a subject of theirs. They’re madmen. A cult. And if there is a faint chance that they’ve been to Loyton, then it’s where we’re headed.” Larnicus postured up, looking towards the markings in the ceiling.
“Take a few days to rest. If you want revenge, closure or answers, you have your chance. We’ve presented it to you, you only need to accept it.”
Eliana stood in silence. She had always been used to simply following Jonius around like a clingy little sister, but now was handed a choice of her own. It was a chance to find answers, and possibly bring justice to Jonius’ killers. But… did she want that? Did she, deeply within that fractured soul of hers, truly want that? She had to, didn’t she? If not that, then what else? What else would there be for her?
“I’ll find them. Each and everyone that had anything to do with this.” Eliana stated, almost gleefully surprised by the confidence in her voice.
“Of course. The name you’ll be looking for is Lafontairre. You won’t miss them once you’re there.” Larnicus muttered, rubbing his forehead. “They’re awfully loud.”
Her blonde hair had become fairly curly lately, as far as she could feel. The minutes went by, and the familiar sensation of loneliness returned, even here, at the temple of her people. She liked to imagine the halls filled with sounds of laughter and happiness, but it had never quite been like that. There had never been time for parties, relaxing and enjoying a friends company. No, there were always things to do.
At last Ellie heard the sound of a door opening and a pair of footsteps echoing through the empty hall. She counted each step to herself until the person had arrived. A faint blue shimmer made out a silhouette of the person in front of her. It was a refreshing sight amidst all the darkness she had become so used to. The steps were lighter than Sekaia’s.
“Eliana.” A feminine voice started, as a woman clasped her hands behind her back, looking down at the blind girl. “They’ll have you now. They have discussed.” Medita held out her elderly hand to assist Eliana along. While she could guide herself by following the blue silhouette, a guiding hand was a welcome. They wandered through the hall until they reached the main door. Within, Eliana was met with five additional shimmers. From what she could sense, four of them faced her in silence, whilst the last silhouette had it’s back turned. She guessed only once who that was.
The door was closed behind her, as Medita took her leave again. Eliana stepped forward, careful as a child in the middle of the night, until the ethereal silhouettes she had become used to calling fellow Walkers were a few meters from her. The middle one turned around and took a heavy step forward.
Larnicus eyed the woman silently for a minute. He sensed her disturbed essence, a fractured mind that was bewildered, mournful and alone. The Grandmaster furrowed his brows. Even in that state, she stood in front of them. Will, he assumed. Jonius had managed to teach her something, at least. Larnicus cracked a brief smile to himself before he finally spoke. He valued his words and wasn’t a man of many. The years had taken its toll, but the Grandmaster was still respected beyond comparison. There were stories of him, so many stories.
“Do not let the young Sekaia frighten you, Eliana Metillius. He knew what he had to, but we do not blame you for the death of Jonius.” Larnicus paused briefly. “Not without evidence. Please, come sit.” The bulky Walker made his way towards the blind girl that was yet to speak, guiding her to a chair.
“Your staff?” one of the others spoke, a man as well, most likely around the same age as Larnicus, whatever that age actually was.
Eliana sighed, shaking her head. “It withered.”
“Withered.” The second man muttered thoughtfully, wrinkling his nose.
Larnicus placed his hand an inch from Eliana’s face, in the same moment as his eyes turned to the ethereal blue, and a glow forged around his hand. Even Eliana could see the blue light clearly. In fact, it had been the only thing that made it past her blindness. From the circle on his hand, the magical essence moved towards her head and surging into Eliana’s eyes. She sat still, did not protest for a second.
Pictures started swarming before her eyes; the last month before the loss of her sight. Everything went by so quickly that she could barely see any of them. Not until she saw that wretched city. Lowburg.
The entire evening went in a loop. The Grandmaster saw as she, and he wandered within her mind to find the answers he sought. Eliana was forced to see Jonius succumb to the poison, over and over again. A single memory froze before both of them. The sight of the door opening as Eliana was crawling out the window. Through the door came a blade glowing from molten heat. The picture disappeared as quickly as it had come, and Eliana once again saw only the darkness and the blue shimmer again. A single tear streamed down her cheek, but alas she was silent.
“Where were the rumours of the Nythlon ritual heard?” Larnicus turned towards his fellow Walkers, as the magic faded away again.
“We don’t know if it was a Nythlon ritual. It was drunkards shouting nonsense about heating blades.” A woman scoffed.
“And killing ‘witches’ and ‘sorcerers’. It is no coincidence. Where was it?” Muttered the old Grandmaster back.
The woman sighed. “It was in Loyton, eastern Raylia. But it is chaotic down there, Grandmaster. No one would go there willingly.”
Larnicus turned his gaze towards Eliana. “Eliana.” She froze. “I know we are in no position to ask anything of you, but so we must. The Withering is most … unfortunate.” He grimaced. “But I’ll do what I can to help you. I cannot recover what is lost, you may only pray that whoever fractured your spirit does not know how to harm you with the piece they stole.” The elderly man leaned down, inspecting the empty eyes.
“It can be recovered, but for now we’ll patch the wound.” Larnicus nodded to himself, as he gestured the others to step forward. Eliana opened her mouth to protest, but alas was too late. Each of the five began channeling energy towards her in unison. It felt as a warm embrace by a mother, a hug from a long lost friend or even a warming smile from a stranger. What was lost was not recovered, but Eliana saw again. Not as she did before, but she saw outlines of … everything. She saw people around her, the shape of their noses, the table that they surrounded, everything in the same blue color.
“What did you…?” Eliana looked around, trying to fathom this new ‘sight’.
“As I said, we patched the wound. It will not heal by itself, but it won’t bleed.” Larnicus folded his hands. “Eliana?” the man started, observing her.
“I... Would I go alone?” She looked up towards him, still not seeing a face like she did before, but it was a change for the better. To her question, the Grandmaster pondered briefly, before plainly asking her. “Can you?” His tone indicated he knew the answer already, but Eliana enjoyed at least feeling like she had a saying for a change.
“I think so, yes. But where will I go? Who will I talk to?” She got up, slightly wobbly on her feet.
“Raylia is a conflict zone right now. There are screams and shouting of a rebellion. It’s a nation on the brink of erupting. There’s a person there we’ve kept an eye on, two, in fact. They’re siblings, strangely enough. According to Medita, they’re deeply involved with the rebels. You’ll want to seek them out. Help them. Befriend them, whatever it takes. Someone down there knows of a ritual they shouldn’t. The murderers knew of you and Jonius’ arrival, they knew whom to poison. The only thing they hadn’t accounted for was the success of your escape. Those fools don’t know the powers they’re messing with, they’re attempting to steal your very being and twist it into a subject of theirs. They’re madmen. A cult. And if there is a faint chance that they’ve been to Loyton, then it’s where we’re headed.” Larnicus postured up, looking towards the markings in the ceiling.
“Take a few days to rest. If you want revenge, closure or answers, you have your chance. We’ve presented it to you, you only need to accept it.”
Eliana stood in silence. She had always been used to simply following Jonius around like a clingy little sister, but now was handed a choice of her own. It was a chance to find answers, and possibly bring justice to Jonius’ killers. But… did she want that? Did she, deeply within that fractured soul of hers, truly want that? She had to, didn’t she? If not that, then what else? What else would there be for her?
“I’ll find them. Each and everyone that had anything to do with this.” Eliana stated, almost gleefully surprised by the confidence in her voice.
“Of course. The name you’ll be looking for is Lafontairre. You won’t miss them once you’re there.” Larnicus muttered, rubbing his forehead. “They’re awfully loud.”
Cora nodded at Garik’s last words, smiling faintly to him. She had a habit of those kinds of smiles. Inherited, she always said. But seconds earlier, there had been a certain… aura, escaping him, a sense of seriousness, perhaps reality hitting him? It spread like wildfire, at least. Perhaps it wasn’t even that, but the whole scenario caused her to take in a deep breath. Block it out, then. She thought to herself. Nonetheless, Garik didn’t need to sense nervousness from her. It wouldn’t benefit anyone.
“Don’t worry. I’ll less than a bantha away.” She nodded, as Garik took his leave. Cora soon followed the direction he had headed, out towards the hangar. With a quick swipe, she opened up the datapad, running through the mission details. Luckily for her, it was the cockpit of a lovely bomber that awaited her. Many considered them bulkier, easy targets and whatnot. Surely they were right, to a degree at least. But she adored them. Cora ran her hand across the glass of the cockpit in a gentle manner, before carefully leaning her head against it. She let her mind go, cleared everything out. Finally, she knocked twice on it for good luck, smiling to herself.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” She nudged the TIE bomber.
"This is Aurek Leader! Six rebel fighters just-" A quick surge of adrenaline ran through Cora as she guided her ship past a small asteroid. The rebels had come out of the blue, already gunning away at all the targets they could get. Captain Kael was gone shortly after the fighting initiated, and Cora was now desperately trying to get an overview of the situation. Her gaze stopped at the sight of her wingman Garik chasing two X-wings. The blaster fire surrounded the ships in what was almost a beautiful symphony.
An X-wing quickly began tailing Lieutenant Antosha with a dangerous pace. The young pilot flicked her stick towards his location, in an attempt to catch up. Her path was filled with rocks and debris flying everywhere. One scratched the wing, but nothing the computer decided to complain about.
“I’m coming! Jus-… F-“ Cora interrupted the chatter, as the remains of Aurek Leader flew dangerously close past her. “I see him! Almost got a lock, but if you jolt him to the left on my mark, I’ll hit him dead on!” She was almost sure. Her precision had never failed her in training, but this was far from training. If that X-wing managed to get a proper lock, there was no restart. And at that thought, Cora took in a deep breath. She loaded up a concussion missile and flicked the cover of the control stick. Without hesitation, she prepared the lock.
“On my mark! One.. Two.. Mark!” Cora close to shouted over the radio, to her wingman. There wasn’t any time to waste, and so she pressed the button. The missile was released from the TIE/sa bomber, heading straight towards the target. If only Garik managed to lure the tailing ship to the left, it would be a clean shot. But there were so many variables in space.
“Don’t worry. I’ll less than a bantha away.” She nodded, as Garik took his leave. Cora soon followed the direction he had headed, out towards the hangar. With a quick swipe, she opened up the datapad, running through the mission details. Luckily for her, it was the cockpit of a lovely bomber that awaited her. Many considered them bulkier, easy targets and whatnot. Surely they were right, to a degree at least. But she adored them. Cora ran her hand across the glass of the cockpit in a gentle manner, before carefully leaning her head against it. She let her mind go, cleared everything out. Finally, she knocked twice on it for good luck, smiling to herself.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” She nudged the TIE bomber.
"This is Aurek Leader! Six rebel fighters just-" A quick surge of adrenaline ran through Cora as she guided her ship past a small asteroid. The rebels had come out of the blue, already gunning away at all the targets they could get. Captain Kael was gone shortly after the fighting initiated, and Cora was now desperately trying to get an overview of the situation. Her gaze stopped at the sight of her wingman Garik chasing two X-wings. The blaster fire surrounded the ships in what was almost a beautiful symphony.
An X-wing quickly began tailing Lieutenant Antosha with a dangerous pace. The young pilot flicked her stick towards his location, in an attempt to catch up. Her path was filled with rocks and debris flying everywhere. One scratched the wing, but nothing the computer decided to complain about.
“I’m coming! Jus-… F-“ Cora interrupted the chatter, as the remains of Aurek Leader flew dangerously close past her. “I see him! Almost got a lock, but if you jolt him to the left on my mark, I’ll hit him dead on!” She was almost sure. Her precision had never failed her in training, but this was far from training. If that X-wing managed to get a proper lock, there was no restart. And at that thought, Cora took in a deep breath. She loaded up a concussion missile and flicked the cover of the control stick. Without hesitation, she prepared the lock.
“On my mark! One.. Two.. Mark!” Cora close to shouted over the radio, to her wingman. There wasn’t any time to waste, and so she pressed the button. The missile was released from the TIE/sa bomber, heading straight towards the target. If only Garik managed to lure the tailing ship to the left, it would be a clean shot. But there were so many variables in space.
Cora sat patiently still during the briefing, observing Flight Captain Kael as he spoke. The woman had crossed her legs and upon her lap rested her datapad. During briefing she’d note down every once in a while, trying to figure out how she felt about the whole scenario. Indeed, the flight school was over, but their first mission – her first mission was affected by the survivors of Turkana’s lust for revenge. But it was only fair, as much as it worried Cora. However, the new squadron to which she had been assigned, had no emotions concerning the situation, seeing as they had not participated in the battle. At least Cora prayed they didn’t. She wasn’t especially keen on being shot down on her first run.
As the briefing came to an end, Cora stood up and quickly dusted off her black uniform and gave her ponytail a quick tuck. Her eyes glanced around the room, observing the seasoned pilots as they went about their business. They reminded her much of the workers back home on Balmorra, all going about their business in their matching uniforms. Still, they carried different expressions. Some were cheery, eager to finally acquire the opportunity for revenge that they so heavily sought after. Some looked ever so melancholic. Perhaps they had lost a wingman, a friend? Cora became still in her observation, still clinging onto the datapad, holding it against the bottom of her imperial shirt.
It wasn’t until she was approached that she reacted. The pilot inspected her for an unusual amount of time, which she finally noticed. Cora turned her head to return the favour, finding him almost scanning her as if she was a droid.
"Lieutenant Antocha. Don't get me killed." Garik blurted out all of a sudden. Cora blinked for a second before she recognized him from the message she had received, when she was assigned to the squad. Caught slightly off guard, Cora extended her hand just as she spoke.
“Do you greet all girls like that, Lieutenant Antocha?” she carefully smiled, before continuing. “Lieutenant Tarneia, but I’m assuming you already knew that, no?” Cora observed him with a curious, yet careful gaze. Flight school had done what it could to get used to meeting strangers, but she wasn’t exactly a natural. There was an attempt, at least.
“We’ve been assigned as wingmen if I’m not mistaken, right? I’ve not met anyone else from the squadron yet, have you?” Cora asked as she once again wrapped her arms around the datapad and let her emerald green eyes look around, to reinforce her question.
As the briefing came to an end, Cora stood up and quickly dusted off her black uniform and gave her ponytail a quick tuck. Her eyes glanced around the room, observing the seasoned pilots as they went about their business. They reminded her much of the workers back home on Balmorra, all going about their business in their matching uniforms. Still, they carried different expressions. Some were cheery, eager to finally acquire the opportunity for revenge that they so heavily sought after. Some looked ever so melancholic. Perhaps they had lost a wingman, a friend? Cora became still in her observation, still clinging onto the datapad, holding it against the bottom of her imperial shirt.
It wasn’t until she was approached that she reacted. The pilot inspected her for an unusual amount of time, which she finally noticed. Cora turned her head to return the favour, finding him almost scanning her as if she was a droid.
"Lieutenant Antocha. Don't get me killed." Garik blurted out all of a sudden. Cora blinked for a second before she recognized him from the message she had received, when she was assigned to the squad. Caught slightly off guard, Cora extended her hand just as she spoke.
“Do you greet all girls like that, Lieutenant Antocha?” she carefully smiled, before continuing. “Lieutenant Tarneia, but I’m assuming you already knew that, no?” Cora observed him with a curious, yet careful gaze. Flight school had done what it could to get used to meeting strangers, but she wasn’t exactly a natural. There was an attempt, at least.
“We’ve been assigned as wingmen if I’m not mistaken, right? I’ve not met anyone else from the squadron yet, have you?” Cora asked as she once again wrapped her arms around the datapad and let her emerald green eyes look around, to reinforce her question.
Let the excitement begin!
Wanted to express my interest in this, and I will most likely have a CS ready tomorrow EU time, if not tonight.
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The Takanorian people had hid in their homes lately. Especially after the war had begun so many months ago. And with the rider galloping silently through the now abandoned streets in the evening, the eerie aura became even harder to ignore. The horse echoed through the town, as the lone rider approached a larger mansion. With hasty steps up the cold stone stairs he marched forward, into the house. Within, he was met by a larger collection of military men. All of them discussed silently amongst themselves.
“Pardon me, Sir?” The rider spoke up, addressing General Harakushi.
“Yes?” the old man muttered, looking up at the soldier. The rider stepped forward, handing over a letter as he spoke.
“The village towards the west has been hit. More than a hundred Western soldiers.” He straightened his back, awaiting the general’s response. Said general raised his eyebrow carefully as he skimmed the letter. With a swift mutter and a gentle hand movement, the rider was dismissed again.
“Prepare a night squad. We’re hitting them while they sleep.” General Harakushi frowned.
The garrison silently prepared a large force of soldiers for a swift response attack. The lot was as experienced as they came. There was about sixty of them in total, but that was far more than what they needed. In the dead of night they’d storm the enemy camp with steps of a cat, and slice throats wherever they stepped.
Mikasa watched the garrison from her window with a wrinkled nose, grunting in dismay.
“Mikasa?” Her mother entered the room and eyed her daughter with a careful eye.
“I should be with them, Mother.” Mikasa sighed to herself.
“Absolutely not. The battlefield is not a place for someone like you.” Her mother sternly said, folding her arms in the most motherly way she could. The young woman simply kept staring at the garrison, as the troops silently rode off into the dark night.
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“Pardon me, Sir?” The rider spoke up, addressing General Harakushi.
“Yes?” the old man muttered, looking up at the soldier. The rider stepped forward, handing over a letter as he spoke.
“The village towards the west has been hit. More than a hundred Western soldiers.” He straightened his back, awaiting the general’s response. Said general raised his eyebrow carefully as he skimmed the letter. With a swift mutter and a gentle hand movement, the rider was dismissed again.
“Prepare a night squad. We’re hitting them while they sleep.” General Harakushi frowned.
The garrison silently prepared a large force of soldiers for a swift response attack. The lot was as experienced as they came. There was about sixty of them in total, but that was far more than what they needed. In the dead of night they’d storm the enemy camp with steps of a cat, and slice throats wherever they stepped.
Mikasa watched the garrison from her window with a wrinkled nose, grunting in dismay.
“Mikasa?” Her mother entered the room and eyed her daughter with a careful eye.
“I should be with them, Mother.” Mikasa sighed to herself.
“Absolutely not. The battlefield is not a place for someone like you.” Her mother sternly said, folding her arms in the most motherly way she could. The young woman simply kept staring at the garrison, as the troops silently rode off into the dark night.
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Greetings lads and lasses!
And welcome! I'll cut straight to it, some of it, at least. First of all, it'll be 18+. It leaves space for darker themes, grimness and a romance subplot, if it fits. Also, I'm only looking for a single one of these RPs! First come and love it, first serve!
I'd like for my partner to have a decent amount of grammatical understanding and be able to produce a few paragraphs at least. I'm not going to murder anyone for missing commas, but still.
I get busy at times myself, but a few posts a week would be great! And if something is keeping you, don't worry! Just PM me and it'll be fine! I'll be sure to do the same, which I will, promise.
I like to discuss things with my partners too, so expect some PMs every now and then!
I would like to play the female Templar!
What's with the title, then?
- Well! I'm in the mood for an Assassin's Creed setting, much like Arno and Elise (even though I never got to play a lot of Unity) concerning a Templar woman/girl and an Assassin boy/man.
What age, then?
- I've been debating with myself, and currently the choice is between the Napoleonic Wars, or the Thirty Year's War during the 17th century. We can discuss, of course!
Plot, then?
- There's no set plot right now.
I'm expecting to discuss the plot with you, and we'll create our own thing! We don't have to stay 100% correct to history, it's simply a starting point. But I imagine the two characters will meet on different occasions. They'll most likely meet in political scenarios, whilst also dealing with the Templar/Assassin side of things.
Think that's it for now!
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