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nahisummerhold · 11 months ago

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For Her Peace of Mind

There was more than a little shouting when Nahi stepped away from her mother’s room and out into the gardens to make a call to the person she would trust to store their music library until her mother calmed about this impending doom she kept dreaming about coming to Dalaran. For two weeks straight, whenever her mother was awake she had been screaming about needing to get her music out of the city and Nahi was exhausted. Even if he could not take the books, she knew she would feel better by reaching out.

Tapping on her comm and finding the right frequency in the Tart’s directory, she yawned then placed the call with a hope and a prayer to the Sun. “Talthorn? Are you there by chance?

There is a lingering silence there for Nahilvi to endure as it seems those sun prayers might go unanswered. However, just as she might pull her attention away there is a soft crackling sound with this comm on the other side as the older elf fiddles with the device on his end. Then there are three distinct poms of sound as if the magi was tapping to ensure sound was actually working! His rich voice came out loudly as he had placed the comm so close to his mouth, unsure exactly how this device actually worked.

“Hellooooo~? Is this contraption working?” he asks on the other side. “I heard my name! I am just not ... sure if it was from here or not.” the magi would babble into the device, despite not even waiting to determine if it was actually working. “Whom do I have the honor of speaking with?” The last sentence was melodic, definitely confirming to Nahi this was the magical elf she wished to speak with.

Nahi was pondering other people she might call when he hadn’t answered right away. She knew of a goblin storage facility, or Trist had talked about having a place with a lot of music, but then she heard a sound or two and waited. When he began tapping and fumbling with his device she pulled her own back from her ear and chuckled softly, waiting for him to get it adjusted. She had tried once, right after the exodus, to give her mother own comm to reach out to Nahilvi if she was needed, but that was much, MUCH, worse than this and the memory made her smile. When he finally began speaking she responded easily. “Master Talthorn,” his more formal diction, and a non-face to face greeting, made her a bit less affectionate than how she normally addressed him, “the voice was indeed coming from here and it is Nahilvi on this side. How are you this lovely evening?” There is a small rumble over the comm after hearing the lovely lady on the other end call him ‘Master’, as if he was preening and clearing his throat just a bit. He was ready to speak back to her in a rather formal way himself for a moment until he heard the name of who it was! Well that idea flew right by his mind, connected the voice to the face now and could not help but be his usual overly friendly self.

“Why, I am simply wonderful, my dear! Thank you ever so much for asking~” other noises could be heard over the comm, subtle and wispy…? Seems this magi was on the move now that he confirmed this communication device was actually working. “Life is never boring for a soul such as myself. I have entirely too many places to be, all at the same time. Luckily I have ways to ensure that can actually happen you see. In fact right now! We are going on adventures~!” he says with an enthusiastic tone. “And by adventures I mean, you’re accompanying me to pick up a few dozen things all over Azeroth. I promise if it gets too loud, I will shut this off. I am sorry….I do carry on. Tell me how you are! Surely you don’t call up random Tarts just to ask how their evenings are all that often. Did you need something? Perhaps you need a glitter intervention~” Well now the magi was just making things up~

The smile the singer wore grew brighter just listening to him and his beautiful, positive energy. Maybe she needed this as much as she needed a place to store the books and art she wanted to ensure safety of if what her mother’s, probably not prophetic, dreams kept telling her came true. Acenadalia had never shown a gift for foresight, or any magical skill other than the perfect voice her daughter inherited. Maybe the knock to her head awoke something, or maybe as she lost the past the future was becoming clearer? It didn’t really matter, Nahi had to get the books out in the hopes that her mother would stop trying to escape with them.

“I imagine it is an impossibility that you ever are not wonderful.” The truth in her words would be clearly heard in their connection. “I was hoping that I might impose upon you and your gracious partner’s space, well at least some of it.” Nahi realized she was not really making sense and decided to start at the beginning, “You see, my mother has some problems with her memory and for the past couple of weeks now, she has been having dreams and insists that there is something horrible coming. Acenadalia, mother, keeps trying to leave with books from her music collection so I have promised to find a safe place for them, I don’t know if it will help her dreams but I am going to try.”

Taking a breath, “She also has me a bit jittery with all this talk and I just hoped that you might let me store them with you, and a few paintings as well. You are free to look through the music and if something suits you, you would be welcome to use it, and I would be happy to pay for the storage.” The nerves her mother had been fraying in her came to the forefront, “I really need to do this to try and calm her, I have been sleeping by her door because once already she made it into the streets.”

The comm remained silent except for the light sounds of breeze in the background as she spoke about the predicament at hand and the occasional mms to confirm that he was still there on the other side. Once she is finished, Talthorn speaks with confidence and assurance to her.

“First of all, she is not wrong. Something horrible is always coming.” His voice was upbeat, just stating facts of the world. “And it definitely sounds as if it has reached a point that you need some assistance. So I am glad you thought of me! I am a renowned expert in keeping knowledge and archives safe~” he boasts there and already lays out a plan for her as it seems like she could use one. “Yooou just let me know where to be and what to collect. I will be there. I’ll even bring tea and conversation for you and your mother and we can talk about the horrible things if it makes her feel better! Slip you a bottle of wine or bourbon for you to enjoy later? Bring over a hot meal. Whatever you need.” he lets out a small chuckle. “Please don’t worry about monetary payment. If you allow me to even record this beautiful knowledge before giving it back, consider it all taken care of. My storage facility is quite vast.”

Nahi was not usually a pacer but this whole situation made her quite uncomfortable. Not to talk to Talthorn, that was always a joy, but opening up to anyone about the situation her life was in. His decision making for them drew a small laugh that likely would have been heard, not one of disdain, just of pleasure at how he offered a safe haven for her, through his support, and her mother’s treasures. “Bourbon, definitely bourbon over wine.” That statement was emphatic. “Thank you. I don’t normally talk to people about her struggles,” her words became slightly pinched as she screwed up her face at admitting that. “It is not that I am ashamed of her or anything, just that most do not really understand how it affects everything around her. Luckily, we have a good foundation in place here to help move through this struggle.”

She sighed and continued on, “She will love your visit, having such a handsome and magical man pay attention to her will remind her of her glory days. I know I will enjoy it too. We can chat over tea and lunch then we can take care of the music and art. I bought a studio and have been collecting some paintings to decorate it with that which inspires me. If you like I can show it to you, It has great acoustics and a place to practice my dancing. Everything I was hoping to find.” Talthorn listens to Nahi speak and nods along even if the sweet woman couldn’t see him do so. “I absolutely do not mind! And yes, I have the most lovely choices in tea and would adoore getting to talk about this art of yours. It is -I- who shall be most fortunate in the company twooo beautiful women when I visit.” he compliments right back his manner of flirting. “A studio you say! Incredible. I am rather excited to see it! Lunch it is then!” He would continue to babble at her, making plans about a time for this and where he could meet them both. The magi was quite flexible, and finding out that they were both in Dalaran, was pretty much an open door for Talthorn as he visited that city quite frequently!

Plans were made and a little more chit chat went back and forth, all of it lessening the tightness between her shoulder blades. The mage was just so genuine and caring, it was hard not to just bask in that attention and feel like someone really was focused on her well being over that of her mother’s. Self care was not always prioritized in her life so it was nice to just let him flatter her and take charge of the meeting. The call ended and for once since the altercation where her mother broke her arm, she felt things might actually work out for once.

(Thank you @talthorn-sylvoran for the wonderful RP, as always you and your character make me smile.

Tagging @tristayranambrosio for a tiny little baby mention)

#Rp #wyrmrest accord #moon guard #warcraft rp #writing with friends #Dalaran

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blessed-by-umbral · 1 year ago

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Intertwining Paths (p.2)

(Part one) Tw: Blood, semi-gore, violence. M: He chuckled in response, more so as she mentioned his status. “Perhaps. But then again, was it really treason ? Or was it pettiness ? I swear on the Fury some of you sometimes retaliate the tiniest of mistakes with the harshness of punishments for no reason at all.” Once again, the tired sigh was heard coming from his lips. The tiredness that came from a past of dealing with said pettiness, one that never affected him per say, but it was not amused to watch, and still is not, but he wasn’t sure if that was the case, the man wasn’t too reassuring either, the one pleading for their life. The emotionless facade made it hard for the man to peer into Ondrea’s soul, to see what type of person she was, few had the skill to hide their demeanor, fewer still that would shroud their emotion from his gaze. He was intrigued with the woman, despite the lingering possibility of bloody violence that could unfold. And yet it was not the man’s desire to reach that point. If he succeeded, he would have returned to his boredom of a wanderer, if he would fail, he would die. Both outcomes were undesired, so he attempted to do something he was not the best at: Diplomacy. Urgh, how he loathed the prospect of cowering when you can simply intimidate, he looked at the man, but he didn’t doubt Ondrea’s words, he just doubted the circumstances, so he turned to ask the Raven haired woman. “Tell me. Was it treason, or /incompetence/ ?” He waved his hand towards the man, now not looking at him anymore, he had seen enough of his demeanor to judge. “Did he actively reveal secrets, or did he just not keep them safe enough ? There is a difference, I would like to think.” At the mention of his lack of authority, the man would simply chuckle, and place the left hand, the one not on the sword under his hip. “I do not require lawful Authority to act. I have shed those bonds and chains a while ago, with all due respect, Lady Ondrea.” His eyes did not wave away from the woman, and unlike her, he portrayed very clear emotions, curiosity, amusement, and otherwise intriguing emotions. Did he really care for the victim at this point ? He never truly did, punishing the guilt was enough, people die everyday. He would then walk closer, his footsteps slower as they could be, he walked until he reached about 30 feet of the woman, still not in arm’s length to draw his weapon, but now the moonlight would be enough to pierce the veil of the night and reveal his features in detail. “Your man seems impatient. I am assuming a bodyguard, but why is a bodyguard impatient ?” He commented, not specifying which of the two he was referring to, another attempt to poke through Ondrea’s armor, but even if that would work, it would not be enough, so instead he would make his own intent clear. He sighed. “I have no desire of fighting the three of you tonight. I believe I could win. Probably would, actually. But even then, there is always a risk, and even if I did win, I am unsure if the lad is worth the hassle.” He gestured at the man that seemed to look at Magnos with pleading eyes, ‘three of you’ he mentioned, indicating he considered Ondrea among the threats, and not just the guards. “And so, here I am, asking questions, wanting to decide.” His eyes would shift towards the two other members of her house, and he would say, not necessarily to the two of them, but thrown into the air, whilst his gaze returned to Ondrea. “In situations like these, usually the ones that draw their weapon first, lose.” O: A low, seemingly amused chuckle lifted from the hearth of her throat. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a glimpse of a smile on her countenance for the very first time since their initial encounter. However, a discerning eye would quickly notice a sinister undertone lurking beneath the surface of that smile, hinting at a darker, hidden wickedness. As quickly as it surfaced, it dissipated upon her rejoinder.

"Even you would find yourself teetering on the brink of insanity if subjected to the nonsensical ramblings that spill forth from that wretched man's mouth," Ondrea remarked with her attention readily anchored to the assailants visage. "The gravity of the situation is far more profound than mere gossip or betrayal; mistakes of this magnitude have the power to shatter lives irreparably, regardless of the circumstances. His fatal error lay in his treacherous scheme against my blood. A misstep that will ultimately seal his fate. Actions of his own volition begets consequence.”

The man's eyes looked to be clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and fear while his face possessed a leathery, filthy appeal and yet it did little to stop Ondrea from reaching over and coaxing his regard up to meet hers by the guide of a leather clad finger.

Once more, her voice broke above his breathing, her eyes lazily half-closed as she gazed upon his pitiful expression. "These circumstances are far from ordinary. I take no pleasure in this." she lied with her smooth tone and unfazed composure, belying the falsehoods that effortlessly rolled off her tongue. Despite the gravity of the situation, she maintained an air of control, expertly masking her true feelings. She truly cared not for this man as he himself displayed his lack of concern for her and her blood.

Ondrea redirected her gaze towards Magnos, her delicate finger gracefully slipping away from the firm grip on the man's chin. The air was thick with tension as she contemplated her next move, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and determination. "Now, the choice lies in your hands, Magnos. Will you dare challenge my discernment, or will you embrace the opportunity to etch your name into the illustrious annals of this esteemed House?" Ondrea's eyes flickered with a sense of challenge, daring him to make a decision that would shape his fate.

Cormac looked from Ondrea to Magnos and with an upturned palm he gestured effortlessly to their captive as if to wordlessly imply 'all yours'. M: He listened to her words, and did not find her chuckle amusing, he suspected that she did for the same reason he did the same before: Either amusement, or to provoke a reaction, and he would give her none, not yet anyway. His eyes followed hers, despite the dark, and as she spoke, he began to grow more agitated, fingers scratching against each other, fists clenching and unclenching. He noted the man’s exhaustion. Eyes he had seen before, in other faces, he frowned, the emerald gaze returned to the woman in black. “You don’t strike as the type to leave witnesses. Lady Ondrea Cress.” Her name rolled out of his tongue carrying honeyed words, crossing his arms together and growing a slight smirk on his lips. There was a small desire to save the man… but. “Even If I would fight them, and save you, fellow.” He didn’t look at him, merely indicated that he was referring to the man about to die, his eyes were still locked into Ondrea’s. “You would never sleep comfortably again, you’d be watching over your shoulder. You were doomed from your decisions, to serve their house, and your inability to do so. Next time, build a farm or something.” He sighed, adding later. “I am very sorry to hear that the direct and predictable results of your actions happened to you.” Talk about putting a man down gently, but to Magnos’s eyes, that was a fool. An idiot. He would not risk his skin over a fool. Moreover, he didn’t know the reach of her house, and whether or not they’d make a pain in his ass if he confronted them, as his final saying on the matter, he simply raised his hand to make a dismissive wave towards the man’s life. It was gone, forfeit, and he did not care anymore. But that was not the end of the story, for the Vigilante wasn’t about… saving lives. Not directly anyway. “But I am witness now, as said before, Ondrea.” This time, he skipped formality, and his eyes returned to hers without a hint of sarcasm, or amusement, he was serious, his glare was piercing. “Are you just disposing of this man hastily so your own guard is available to overwhelm me with numbers ? What is going to happen next ?” Despite leaving the decision to the woman, his eyes exhaled a certain tiredness, but his hand firmly gripped at the pommel of his sword, he was ready to draw it, should necessary, but rather not. One that was perceptive would know how the man’s own shadow flickered as he spoke the last words… Perhaps it was just an illusion, or perhaps it was just the man’s subconscious preparing for a battle. Still, curiosity would prevent him from running, he needed to see how it would end. O: The man seemed to possess no ounce of worth or significance, neither in his identity nor in anything else. As Magnos uttered his conclusive words, a profound sense of despair engulfed the betrayer, extinguishing any flicker of hope he had desperately clung to. It was not Ondrea's words that brought about this realization, but rather the impact of Magnos'.

"By fire and flame I will be pure. The brimstone of which you were birthed --" He spat out. "You---your cunt sister and that bastard of a bro---"

The movement happened with incredible speed. Maybe Magnos could sense a gentle impression of shifting air as Ondrea swiftly pivoted on her heel and, without warning, found herself face to face with her prisoner, her sharp claws piercing into his throat with wanton abandon. A heavy silence loomed over them like a threatening shroud, with only the sound of the nearby babbling brook breaking the stillness. Yet, what truly stood out was the eerie green light that emanated from her eyes, a hue that erased the warmth of molten gold and replaced it with a sinister glow.

As her sharp talons gradually pierced through the tender flesh, a distinct and tangible scent of blood stained the surrounding atmosphere.

"--I couldn't comprehend your words amidst your desperate pleas." Her voice was like a dirge.

Although no words of supplication escaped his trembling lips, the contorted expression on his face mirrored the agony that consumed him. His mouth hung open, resembling a helpless fish gasping for air, a silent plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears.

"The subject of my sister or my brother should lace that tongue of yours with poison. Should you have been graced with their sentence, I imagine you would have been given some semblance of hope---however, the fates saw it befitting for your punishment to be dealt by my hand." As her gloved knuckles tightened beneath the smooth, obsidian leather, a surge of power coursed through her veins. The pressure exerted by her grip caused a sudden eruption of blood, a vivid display of crimson.

In a desperate frenzy, his hands flailed and clawed, a futile attempt to escape the clutches of his tormentor. At first, his movements were frantic, his feet thrashing against the unforgiving stone and damp earth. However, as the crimson rivulets continued to flow from between her fingers, his struggle gradually waned.

Ondrea spoke loudly enough for Magnos to comprehend.

"Light your candles." she declared, emphasizing the significance of their House’s words. The profound meaning behind this concise expression perfectly captured the essence of the impending downfall that ominously overshadowed him. In one swift motion, she forcefully tore his jugular vein away from its dwelling, leaving no trace of mercy. The air was filled with the weighty sound of blood droplets and the gruesome sight of flesh fragments cascading down to the earth, followed by the resounding thud of his lifeless body meeting in tandem.

Slowly, the tendrils of his aether dispersed in thickly lofts till it seeped seemingly within the ether. Gone and soon to be forgotten.

With a quick movement of her wrist, Ondrea dispersed the blood from her fingers before glancing back to Magnos.

"My 'guard' are here at the behest of my brother. Should I have the option, I would have chosen to conduct this matter of my own accord, however my name has be etched upon the parchment of those who would rather see my head perched upon a spike. You are, indeed, witness to this execution. A matter of your own doing, should we speak of truths."

Cormac and the Cress Guard proceeded to collect the bloodied and dead man, making not to look back at the duo as they dragged him further along the river end.

"--This was meant to be less messy." She mused aloud, seemingly to no one in particular as she spared a cursory glance down to her freshly wet clawed fingers. "-As for the matter of what is to happen next--well--" The green which possessed her eyes previously waned, though the outline of her golden hues were still lined with the color. "--that's entirely up to you. I don't make it my mission to spill the blood of innocents." This did little to spare the derisive look she gave him, from root to stem. "--No matter where they fall on that list. You are a lone pair of eyes in a sea of darkness." With that bloodied hand she upturned her palm and gestured to the still quiet surrounding them.

"You could sing your pontifications and they will, most likely, fall upon deaf ears. A mad-man, screaming heresy among a most esteemed House that has done nothing but provide for the people of Eorzea--or, you may join them. Glory is for hero's. You will find no such thing here but matter and purpose you will find in abundance. No one, not even myself could stop you should you choose to depart, but those pretty green eyes of yours may very well be looking over your shoulder in the manner you proposed to that dead man."

The rocks yielded to the weight of her boots as she drew nearer. She extended her hand, the one adorned with a crimson stain, towards him, a gesture both audacious and peculiar.

"What say you, Magnos?"

#Ondrea Cress #Magnos #House Cress #FFXIV #writing with friends #writing colab #discord RP #this has been super fun! :>

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