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A Softer World: 1204

(I don’t have to run faster than death. I just have to run faster than you.)

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malika-el-hashem:

A mage of the Star Tower? Now that was impressive. It explained the cool confidence Malika had noticed in her mannerisms earlier as well. Knowing that you had the power to level an entire town if you so chose was likely to do that though. Malika felt powerful enough with a javelin in her hands. She couldn’t imagine the kind of self-assurance a mage felt with all that magic flooding through their veins.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady De Sauveterre.” She bowed deeply again. It seemed the most appropriate response after all. You could never bow too much in the presence of a Lady, Malika assumed. The pride in the white haired woman’s voice brought a grin to her face. It was a trait she deeply loved seeing among other women. Too often in her travels the women she met were hesitant or unwilling to take pride in their accomplishments, if they even acknowledged them at all. It was always upsetting when she met women like that, who undervalued themselves. And so Malika decided she rather liked this Lady De Sauveterre and the pride she had for herself.

“Well, it is a warrior’s duty to help people, and one I enjoy greatly. Those with power should help those without, whenever possible, don’t you think?” Her easy-going grin disappeared for a fraction of a second as she asked, but it returned as quickly as it had vanished. “Joining the only group in Eldris that seems even remotely interested in saving everyone from the Rifts seemed like the best way to do that. Or at least it better be, otherwise I left the Narfeni Isles for no good reason!” She laughed, her moment of solemnity quickly forgotten. She sincerely hoped joining the Wardens was the right choice. From what she had heard about them on her travels, the opinions on whether they were helping or hurting Eldris seemed to be mixed.

“If I may return your question, what brought you to the Wardens? Don’t the mages of Star Tower prefer to stay neutral in events such as this?” she asked.

Liss smiled, even warmer than before, as Malika bowed to her again. Although unnecessary, it was an appreciated gesture recognising her status and for that alone she held the woman in higher esteem. 

As she spoke of duty, Liss held back a sigh. Another self-righteous Warden... She bit back a comment, deciding it would be unfair to completely write off the woman. She had impeccable manners, something many of the other Wardens could do with learning, and must be a capable warrior if her allegiance with the Guild was anything to go by. Perhaps there was hope for this dark-haired beauty. She certainly had the potential.

“ I believe the Wardens were founded on that principal,” Liss said, choosing her words carefully, “Duty and honour, both admirable qualities and sorely lacking in many Eldrissians of today.”

Liss sighed, thinking of the many other factions still ignoring the threat of the rifting, but felt another smile tug at her lips at the girl’s lighthearted joke. 

“Many believe the rifting to be rumour and superstition, more immediate ‘threats’ to their lands and positions deemed more important,” Liss explained, tired of the continuing denial she was receiving from letters across the continent. She gave the woman an apologetic smile for her souring mood and spoke again in an inviting tone. “I do not know of any other group either willing or capable of dealing with the rifting. I am not certain of how much you know of the Wardens but I will do my best to provide you with any answers you seek.”

At the mention of the tower, Liss felt herself stiffen. She quickly suppressed the raw, sinking feeling that seemed to arise anytime she thought of her former home and schooled her expression.

“Indeed, the Star Tower upholds neutrality and independence. The Tower must maintain impartiality to ensure stability.” She said, the words well-rehearsed and familiar. She paused and seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “However, the rifting is no quibble between clans or countries, it is an invasion from an enemy we know little of but its power is... Not of this world. I believed there was much we could learn from this ‘netherworld’ and the rifts. And, I obviously did not wish to see Eldris fall to ruin. Neutrality hardly matters in a world with no countries.” 

She flashed the woman a smile, trying to ease some of the tension with a similarly themed attempt at humour.

“Even if I intended to stay neutral...” Liss admitted, looking down at the markings covering her skin. She figured the woman would hear soon enough and better it come from her than the gossiping townsfolk. “I cannot. I am what they call ‘Netherwalker’: I can close the rifts.”

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a night at court

Silken skirts swishing around her, her jewels glittering and chiming in tandem with the sharp click of her heels, Liss traveled the ballroom floor practically oozing confidence and pride. Every step was measured, her route determined by wherever the most influential members of court would be found, exchanging pleasantries and carefully phrased compliments, inquiries and suggestions. The evening was an elaborate game of political chess, the players and their moves mostly unknown and the board uncharted. She reveled in it all, she was born for this.

Aware of a presence to her left, she turned and prepared herself for another round when she spotted a familiar face approaching her. With a measured smile, feeling the prying gaze and ears of the nobles around them she took the Warden’s arm with a warning squeeze.

“Let us dance, sweet thing. I simply cannot hear the music here.” She instructed, flashing them a warning glance as she lead them toward the dancefloor.

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exroguethalia:

“Sometimes the part of us that wants to survive is the most savage. We forget that we can be human and survive because instinct says we have to sacrifice something to gain another.” Thalia spoke as if she had contemplated the concept long before this moment in time. It was a revelation she had come to know and it was too late for her to change it. She had sacrificed too much to live and now the price was clarity. 

“Origin can be beautiful as well. That doesn’t mean it is innocent. The most beautiful and exotic things are more deadly than anything else. I sense there is more.” Thalia shot her a smile as they rode side by side. “You do not have to tell me. I know somethings are better left unsaid. I think about your gift and curse often. It makes me wonder what led you down this path. How you got here in this moment at the right time and place to help people who wouldn’t help you back.” 

Thalia fell silent at that. She had probably prod too much into her companions life. It was never too late to shut her mouth and become mute for the remainder of her journey but silence was deafening to her these days.

Liss let the woman speak, absorbing her words. She was clearly more astute than Liss had first assumed, her words filled with wisdom and experience few others held at her tender age. Though how many had seen death as this woman had?

“Survival is savage,” Liss agreed, “and humans have evolved to survive, darling. Sacrifice is a necessary part of life, we all must decide how much we are willing to give and this determines the rewards we reap. Not always in the most... desired ways.”

She thought briefly of the runes adorning her skin, dulled to a light glittering gold now the rift was closed.  

“A concept I know well my dear,” She told her with a proud smile, “To be beautiful and to be deadly, a rare curse and gift in equal measure. You are sharp and know of things many could not fathom. Perhaps some day I shall tell you more, little dagger. For now, the night draws near and we must make haste to reach the nearest town before nightfall.”

Encouraging her horse forward, they continued on their journey to Highwing and the artefact that awaited their success. 

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As soon as the Wardens had received the invitation, Liss had contacted one of the leading seamstresses in Dawnstar to commission her outfit. She had provided a strict brief, travelling frequently to select fabrics, scrutinise designs and attend fittings. She spared no expense, reaching into her savings and calling in as many favours as she could. The result was perfect. The corseted bodice pulled tightly around her slender frame, accentuating her curves but elegant in its design. It was constructed in a midnight blue damask velvet, heavily embellished with pearls, jewels and golden heraldry: a compilation of her own house, Clan Morvel, the Wardens and the Star Tower. At her hips the dress spilled into countless layers of elaborately adorned silks in varying shades of blue and gold. Underneath her skirts she wore fine lace stockings and heels so high and so sharp they could kill a man: something she did not wish to do in her finery but would rather have the option available should the evening take a turn for the worse. Her usual braided crown had been sectioned into smaller braids, twisting and coiling around her head and held in place with delicate pearled pins. A larger gold hairpin pulled her remaining hair to one side, tumbling over her shoulder in near-white ringlets. She had concealed a blade within the pin, releasing when pressure was applied to one of it’s many gems just in case. Clawed rings adorned her fingers, glittering with blue gems and attached with thin golden chains to similarly styled golden bracelets up to her elbows. Heavy ornamented gold jewels hung from her ears, matching the imposing bejeweled necklace which dominated her neckline. Sporting a golden lipstick segmented with sharp black lines and similarly styled eye makeup, she was a sight to behold. Dangerous in her beauty and elegance, the sharp edges of her outfit both a statement of power and boldness. 

As she walked with the Warden leader toward the ballroom, she kept her eyes forward and her expression neutral. The castle’s opulence could not compare to the Star Tower, crafted from pure magic and pulsating with power, and she longed to hold that fact over the power-hungry High King. His arrogance was impossible to miss, his moves in the political game obvious and clumsy as he attempted to seize control with brute force and ego alone. His empire was crumbling and Liss was going to enjoy the show.

Brought out of her musings by the priest’s words, she turned an approving glance to her outfit. Pleased Vaná had listened to her, she was relieved the woman had not opted for her well-worn and priestly robes and instead had chosen a deep red dress perfectly cut to her slender frame. She looked every inch the Leader Lisselá knew her to be and more. The women rarely saw eye to eye and more often than not engaged in verbal warfare but Liss had to concede the woman was growing into a capable and powerful force. She felt a rush of pride at the sight of the cool, confident Leader ready to face the High King and his court. 

“Always.” Liss replied with a smirk, clearly in her element. She gave the woman a meaningful look as she spoke again, her tone light as to not arouse any suspicion from prying ears. “Come darling, let us greet our gracious host and his court. They will surely miss our absence.”

Vaná was overwhelmed by the strange feeling that she was marching to war. Although she was not wearing armour and was without any noticeable weapons, there was a tension in the air which she had often felt in times of battle. It was a tight silence that was waiting to be released; like a coiled spring ready to jump or a storm ready to break.

She inhaled a deep, calming breath and stared at her reflection in the tall, heavily embellished mirrors which flanked the royal hallways. Vaná hardly recognised her reflection. With the kind help from Bell and the strict advice from Lisselá, the Wardens’ leader had temporarily ditched her white divided robes and embraced a more extravagant look. She was garbed in a deep red dress that was belted at the waist in a wide, golden belt that emphasized her slimness. Her long dark hair was piled up on her head in an intricate style of waves, curls and beaded jewellery. It felt too heavy for Vaná’s liking. She preferred her white robes which allowed easy movement but Vaná understood that in some ways, fashion - and appearance - was a tool in the royal courts. A weapon.

They were being escorted to the largest of the ballrooms in the palace. Vaná could already hear music and laughter drift through the walls. Everywhere seemed to be richly embellished in gold, jewellery and silks. Each wall was decorated with incredible artwork, mirrors and tapestries which Vaná would have loved to appreciate in closer detail. However, they had a job to perform - a Warden to save.

The thought prompted Vaná to turn away from the mirror and stand at the huge doors where heavily attired servants were bowing and waiting for their approach. Her expression was schooled into a composed look of serenity but her stormy eyes were burning with determination. 

“Are you prepared?” 

She asked in a clear tone to the companion at her side. Some of the Wardens had already entered the ballroom from the other doors which opened into the vast event and it was time for them to join in with the festivities. 

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exroguethalia:

We are used to the climate. I barely felt the cold and winter sun is more brutal than one would realize.” She knew the comment about the vermin probably sickened her. To know she spoke the truth would be even more troubling. “Perhaps we might be required to journey to the north one day.”  It was a nice thought but if they were required that would mean the Norvik people would be in trouble. That too made Thalia grin with excitement.

“The Norvik leaders disowned me. When my stepfather and mother were killed with my baby half sister they handed me over gift wrapped to Carn. I was taken to Origin and my aunt and uncle urged me to begin training. I refused and they cast me from their home. I was on my own until I gave in.” 

Thalia could still taste the vomit as she violently regurgitated the little contents of her stomach, food poisoning that severe could be devastating. She needed care; food, water, a warm bed. “I lived on the streets for a year. I lost weight and suffered many injuries but it made me tough. I would have stayed there if I hadn’t been so sick. I ate bad food and well. It was either become a rogue or die trying not to.”

She hadn’t shared this much before. Not to Eva or Ade or Vana. No one knew how hard she had resisted. The shame of it all was that she had given in. A real fighter would have perished for what they knew was right. Her mother hated what her father was and that was the reason he disowned them and took his family on the run. That was the reason he died and her mother, sister, and step father. 

“Got to do what you got to do. What was your home like? I travel little and no nothing of the world outside of where I live.”

“I have no doubt, the duties of Wardens seems to extend to the most trivial of things after all.” Liss said, bitterness creeping into her tone as she thought about the current foolishness they were tasked with.

As the rogue spoke of her past, Liss rose her eyebrows at the frankness with which she spoke. It was clear the woman was deeply traumatised by her experiences and of all the people she chose to open up to, she had chosen Liss? Not entirely sure she was equipped to deal with this, she just listened to the woman speak. 

“You did what you had to to survive.” Liss finally said, her voice solemn but filled with both understanding and respect. 

“I have spent most of my years within the Star Tower,” Liss answered, her face impassive as she buried the complex emotions her previous residence arose, “Morn is beautiful, the glittering crown of Eldris. No city could compare.”

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priestoftheshadows:

Ade’s eyes watched everything, from the movement of the sails to the way the blonde mage in front of him seemed to be breathing shallowly, but head held high. Her steps were measured and careful, nothing like she was on land, and it made him raise a brow. Such a proud, stupid woman. She would hurt herself out here if she wasn’t careful. 

Like a hound following doggedly at it’s master’s heels, though no one could be called his master, Ade matched pace with the elementalist easily, though he stayed just far enough behind not to crowd her. He knew the look of discomfiture on her face and felt pity swim in his gut like a fish, despite his contempt of her. It was a wonder she had decided to come on this errand at all, let alone with him. The dark-skinned man nodded to a cabin boy just off to his right and the child came over quickly, listening to quiet orders with a face of impassivity not many saw on the face of a boy so young. When he was through, the youth nodded and gave him a gap-toothed smile, flitting off down the stairs that the woman ahead of them was trying so desperately to get to. 

Annoyed at her stubbornness, Ade called, just loud enough for her to hear him over the waves lapping at the ship and the voices of the men around them: “And do you know where those quarters happen to be? Below decks, yes. But do you knowing the difference between the galley and the crew’s quarters? The stern? The bow? How to locate the captain in the instance of a storm? With the way you walk now, I would say not. I do not wish to make this errand any harder than it needs to be, Lady Mage, so, please, do not be a fool.” 

So focused on remaining upright, Liss didn’t realise she was being followed. Even when the young boy bolted past her, with enviable ease, she did not notice the presence behind her. It was only when he called out to her she realised his proximity, her entire body tensing even further as his words cut into her pride.

“Do not mock me, Priest,” She spat icily, turning to face him once more with a vicious snarl.

Her stomach rolled again at the sudden movement and she nearly screamed in frustration as nausea rushed over her in a hot wave. Sickness and hatred swirled in her gut, shortening her temper ever further.

“I do not need your help.” She insisted, intending to sound certain and commanding but in reality sounding fragile and unsure. 

She could feel the shake developing in her hands and desperately clenched them tightly into fists, feeling the skin begin to split under her nails from the pressure. Making a disgusted noise which came out closer to a pathetic whine, much to her horror, she turned away from the man once more and quickened her pace toward the stairs. Why she had thought this trip would be better than remaining in Miwor Town she did not know and she cursed herself a thousand times for agreeing to the stupid thing. Nethervoid take them all!

Sea Rumours

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exroguethalia:

“Origin was not nearly as isolated from the stray vermin; dogs, cats, rats” Thalia chuckled at the memory now coming to light. A small blonde teenager running the street with a dead rat on a spit, food for one in Origin. “Rats do not taste too bad when you are very hungry.” SHe shot her companion a sidelong glance. Was she being honest or lying? It was up to her what she believed. 

Thalia recalled many nights where she ate from the table scraps of wealthy nobles, rotten vegetables and sour milk. It got her by until she crawled into the training quarter with food poisoning. Her aunt and uncle’s conditions were simple, train or be an street orphan. She chose to hit the streets until the streets nearly killed her. 

After she was treated for malnourishment she had no choice but to become what they needed her to be. Like on the Norvik coast was much better. Everytime she closed her eyes she could hear the waves crashing against rocks, the last rays of light touching her bare skin. It was a blissful memory. The smell of sea breeze was always the most comforting to her. “I was born Norvik, I lived near the ocean. I know I lack the tan to prove it but I have been under shadow for a long time since.” 

Liss couldn’t contain the grimace at the thought of consuming the disease-riddled vermin, her face taking on a distinctly green shade. Immediately pushing the nausea-inducing thoughts away, unsure if the woman was messing with her or not. She decided not to enquire, not wanting to know the answer.

“I have not journeyed that far North,” Liss admitted. “I would be more surprised if you were tanned. Norvik is a frozen wasteland, no? I cannot understand the desire to live in such a place. How does one stand the cold, not to mention the rain?”

Although she spoke in her usual haughty tone, there was a genuine curiousity behind her words. She truly could not imagine such a place, nor willingly living there and surviving. Perhaps it was what made the Norvik people so bitter, growing up in such a harsh environment. She was once again grateful for the warmer, moderate climate of Morellin. It was not much different from Dawnstar, a little chillier perhaps and certainly more rain but it was tolerable. 

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malika-el-hashem:

The warrior watched in delighted surprise as the unknown figure revealed themselves to be a woman as bejeweled as herself, if not more so. She looked like a queen that had walked right out of one of Malika’s childhood stories, but with more of an edge. From the jewelry, to her attire and the way she seemed to radiate elegance and poise, it was something to behold.  Perhaps she’d be willing to discus jewelry at some point with Malika. Her accessories could do with an update and this woman definitely seemed to know her way around functional jewelry. Samir let out a nervous squeal at the glittering form before him, and Malika’s laugh came out as a short bark. Honestly, it was a wonder her skittish horse had made it this long, what with all the horrors they had faced over the years.

She shrugged as she stood up, brushing off her legs and back of any bits of grass or dirt that may have clung to her. “Well, I am new here. I suppose they will have more of a claim to this clearing than I.” She walked over to Samir, giving his neck a few calming strokes before walking over to the white-blonde woman.

“It is a pleasure to meet you on a day as fine as this, my lady,” she said as she bowed deeply and then straightened, grinning at her. She was having too much fun acting like one of the knights from her stories. It wasn’t often she met someone as regal as this woman after all. “That is my trusted steed Samir,” she said, gesturing back to the gelding, “And I am Malika Nishat Amina El-Hashem, formerly of the Arms’ Guild and most recently of the Wardens. If I may ask your name, my lady?”

“With manners such as yours the pleasure is all mine,” Liss said warmly, inclining her head and sweeping an approving gaze over the horse stood beside her, “Welcome to the Wardens, dear Malika. The Arm’s Guild are a noble faction and your skills are welcome here.”

Liss was pleasantly surprised and pleased by the new Warden’s manners and respect, it made a welcome change from some of the other recruits whose lax attitude toward etiquette and authority caused her temper to flare on a near hourly basis. She supposed the Arm’s Guild did have a reputation to uphold and whilst Liss had many complaints about her fellow Wardens, she had to admit some of the more tolerable ones were of the Guild. She was certain it was not coincidental; the Guild had strict codes of conduct, honour and respect for authority. It was one of the many reasons they were one of the most agreeable factions in Eldris to deal with. 

“I am Lisselá De Sauveterre, formerly of the Star Tower and now of the Wardens.” She said grandly, the pride she held in her status evident.

“What brings you to the Wardens, if I may ask?” Liss inquired, genuinely curious as to what had enticed the young woman to their cause. Whilst clearly a capable warrior, her previous allegiance and the muscle tone in her body a giveaway, she did not strike Liss as worldly wise. She seemed young and naive, her cheery demeanour and open warmth far too trusting and kind for a world so cruel. It was likely the girl had some noble reason tied into a desire for adventure which ultimately, would crumble when faced with the reality and the horror of the rifting. A bitterness crept into her, the phantom burning of her runes flaring briefly at her musings. Trying to shake off her darkening thoughts, she refocused on the dark haired woman standing before her. 

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exroguethalia:

“If it were up to me to determine my worth I would be nothing.” Thalia had not intended to speak the words aloud, it was the truest thought she had ever vocalized. When it came to self worth she had far too much guilt weighing her down. Thalia’s face reddened in embarrassment when she realized the words had been launched into the air around them instead of tucked away inside herself. 

She assumed the other would care little to know how she really felt. It was not her concern, Thalia was not her problem. The guilt over her mother and sister had drained the confidence and determination. It left Thalia raw and angry at everyone, an anger the dark union harnessed well. She loved the risk in being a fighter. She didn’t have to be the good guy if she didn’t want to be. 

“So a lion, do you like cats? I had a cat when I was a small girl. Very self centered beasts. Mine liked to chase mice and play with them before she killed them. dangling by their tails and squealing for mercy.”There was a pause after Thalia’s tangent on feline nature. A thin smile forming on her lips as she came to the frightening conclusion. “I like cats very much for their cruel nature. I am looking forward to encountering this beast.”

Liss barely managed to hold back her surprise at the vehemence behind the young rogue’s words, knowing the woman spoke truly. The thought of detesting oneself so strongly was a strange and unfamiliar concept to Liss and whilst she knew in theory this was not an uncommon experience for many people, to hear someone speak so poorly of themselves was very different. She found herself struggling for words, knowing there was little she could say: she did not understand, she could not sympathise or offer support. No doubt another of the Wardens would be far better equipped to deal with this and anything she would say would likely only worsen the situation. She wasn’t even entirely sure why she cared so much. Perhaps she had been spending too much time around the do-gooder priests of their group, but even that didn’t sit right in her mind. Trying not to dwell too much on it, she welcomed the change in topic.

“I prefer them to dogs. Mangy creatures, always drooling everywhere,” Liss said with a shudder, “Cats are useful at least, I cannot see the purpose of dogs. We did not keep pets in the Tower but there were cats in the lower levels to chase out the vermin. I can’t say I took much notice of them. I am rather curious to see this Lion, from afar. It is supposed to a beautiful and deadly beast, I wonder what it could do if you could tame such a creature? Though our dear rangers have plenty enough beasts for the Town as it is so I hope they do not get any bright ideas should they come across it.”  

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priestoftheshadows:

Ade straightened his back and narrowed his eyes, berating himself on even showing his face this early. He should have realized the she-devil herself would be awake and terrorizing the living. It was her favorite past time, after all.

“Such early morning pettiness doesn’t suit you, Lady Mage. Did your makeup not go on correctly? It looks the same as it ever does. Or perhaps one of your many tomes has been ruined? I would call that an unfortunate tragedy but I would be lying.” He bit out, hands clenching around the mug she floated down, so slow that he had to grit his teeth from snarling at her words. She already thought him a dog. No need to add to that title. He drew it close to his chest, possessive, as he glared at her.

Moving so that his back wasn’t completely to the other Warden, Ade circled to where the smell had been coming from, knowing that he would need plenty of the strong brew if he were to put up with Lisselá this early in the day. He leaned against the hard wood of the wall, letting the warmth of the cup seep into his hands, the metal of his ring making a sound that echoed throughout the room. He hoped it annoyed her. His eyes held hers in a challenge, though his body was screaming at him to return to his rooms and sleep.

The immediate tensing of Ade’s shoulders gave Liss a sense of smug satisfaction but it was short-lived as he spat out a retort. Eyes narrowing as she observed the man, his eyes meeting hers in a fiery challenge, she purposefully gave the most sickening smile she could muster. 

“As ungrateful and unmannered as ever,” She said, her expression turning disinterested as she spoke, “Wake up on the wrong side of your bed, perhaps? Though you look as if you’ve hardly slept at all, what a shame that is for you.”

As the clanging of his ring echoed throughout the room, Liss’ eye twitching at the noise, she placed her tome on the wooden table with a louder than necessary thump. Crossing her arms on the table, she leant forward with darkening eyes.

“Do you intend to continue interrupting my work?” She asked in a haughty tone. “I understand you have little responsibility or purpose here but some of us are undertaking vital work and we do not need your disruption.”

Early Morning Mutterings

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Surprised to hear another Warden shuffling into the room considering the early hour of the day, Liss paused in her reading and glanced upwards. She almost groaned at the sight of the man now entering, already feeling her temper flare. Bracing herself for the inevitable verbal spar that would follow, she grit her teeth and gave up any attempt to continue her book. 

Whilst Liss did not exactly have friends in the Wardens, there were a few she enjoyed a mutual tolerance with. Adebayo however was a source of constant irritation, the two always seeming to find a way to piss each other off royally. She couldn’t explain it, usually resorting to a derogatory comment about his manners (or lack thereof, in her opinion). Something about the man made her irrational, her tongue tying into knots and bringing thoughts she could never speak to the forefront of her mind. Falling back onto anger as it seemed the safest emotion to latch onto, she spat insults and dug for vulnerabilities and weaknesses to exploit. 

“How unfortunate for you.” She snapped back, huffing at the audacity of the man’s demand.

With a scowl, she leant back in her chair and reluctantly waved a hand toward the high shelf where the cups were all neatly stacked. Deliberately slowly, she eased one loose and floated it down to the table as far away from the man as she could get away with. She knew it was unnecessarily petty but she could not find it in herself to care, far more intent on satisfying the need to annoy the man. 

Early Morning Mutterings

Adebayo groaned as he rolled onto his back, the tightness in his muscles screaming in protest at the actions. He had had yet another fitful night, the voices whispering in the shadows, the corners of his room, around the chaos that was Miwor, persistent and insistant. They would not be ignored, could not be, but Ade did not want to bother Ashden or, gods forbid, Vanáriel or Lisselá. They needn’t know about his lack of sleep, the way the shadows dogged him even during his waking hours.

Rolling from bed, the dark skinned Warden dressed quickly, fingers stumbling over the skin at his wrists and throat, a shake to them. He could feel the tiredness like weights beneath his eyes, so heavy a burden but one he would bear alone. Are closed the door to his rooms quickly, leaning against it for a moment, before making his way to the main room of the Warden’s quarters, a small smile on his face as he smelt the bitter, acidic aroma that would, hopefully, take the edge off enough for him to go about his day.

“A cup, if you’d please. I’m not of the right height to reach them, I’m afraid.” His words were quiet and formal, but there was a slight slur to them. Whether tired or burdened with something else he could not tell you. He quirked a dark brow when the other didn’t answer right away, waiting for a response, impatience growing despite his attempts to not show it.

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bloodofdawn:

Soren raised an eyebrow at Lissela’s rising temper and how she freely insulted the Tower. Yes, she’d always been a bit of a fireball among the older mages and wasn’t one to blindly follow what her superiors told her, but to openly criticize her institution? It was both a shocking and delightful thing. No one spoke such blasphemy about the Tower within its marble walls, but outside there was no one to stop them. Soren grinned, wrapping his fingers around the glass of wine and raising it. “I’ll drink to that,” he said. “The theorem of elemental forces, a nice touch. Amusing to speak of but you know that many of them would sit on the sidelines during a battle with a Rift, their noses stuck in a book, trying to figure out the ‘why’ before being promptly gutted by a lightning bolt.”

As the conversation progressed, Soren found himself more and more at ease. Here was a piece of home, even if it reminded him of the woman he left to die. His mother, rather. Not “woman.” The thoughts swirled in his mind, conflicting with the comfort he found in being in the presence of a fellow Dawnish mage. Not to mention, she was a Dawnish mage that had some semblance of a head atop her shoulders.

“Not entirely, but close enough. We both realized the stupidity of those in charge, yet we haven’t entirely thrown aside our dignity. Mages ought to reign supreme, but not those who are ignorant of the world. So,” he took a sip of his wine, “I take it you plan on staying for some time.”

Liss barked out a laugh at his comment, nodding in agreement. The time she had spent with the Wardens had taught her much about the realities of Eldris, the dangers it faced and most importantly to her; the deafening silence from the Star Tower in response. It was not a surprise, she had known the Tower did not involve itself in the general affairs of Eldris (aside from some political manoeuvring) but still it was a disappointment. The rifting would surely end the world and the Tower would simply lock their doors and fool themselves into believing they would be exempt from it’s destruction. Fools, the lot of them.

“Action was never their forte.” Liss agreed, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers.

“Indeed, the Wardens are the only ones both capable and willing to address the rifting but that cannot do it without power. They may not have the most... ideal fortification,” Liss said, her face souring at the site of the tavern room they were seated in, “But it will have to do. For now, at least. I intend to ensure they succeed.”

She paused for a moment, considering her next words.

“There are certain benefits for aligning oneself with the Wardens,” She said carefully, “The status of both a Mage and a Warden can open many doors, present many opportunities. It is... prudent to explore these. So that they may best help our cause, of course.”

Taking another pause, she poured herself more wine and offered the bottle to Soren before continuing.

“And you, Soren?”

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exroguethalia:

Thalia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.She knew that her comments had made her companion sneer at her. Her tone had been far to blunt. “Forgive my abrasiveness. I admire you still. Allow me to bring the horses out? It seems that the stable might cause you mild discomfort. It does tend to smell.” Thalia turned to face the woman as she pinched her nose. Was it in disgust as she had thought, or something Thalia had caused? 

As she returned with the horses she had decided to be more inviting. THe woman had said things to thalia that made her regret the comment she had made. “You know you are the first person I might actually get along with without having to try too hard. Eva and Vanariel are a given but everyone else….” A sigh escaped her as she handed the lead over to the woman. She didn’t need to say it because everyone had made it known that they were afraid of her. 

“Most think I am unnatural, a disturbance to the balance.”

Liss took a calming breath and readily agreed for the woman to fetch their horses. She detested the stench of the stables and was grateful for the opportunity to avoid it. In the brief time she had alone she reflected on the interaction with her travelling companion, noting the desperation the woman seemed to hold for seeking her approval. It seemed the woman had few friends within the Wardens, a fact they shared, and whilst Liss was hardly the sentimental type she did appreciate having someone to speak with who didn’t completely despise her. 

As the rogue returned, Liss tried to ease some of the tension from her body and refrain from falling into her usual scowl. She was surprised as Thalia spoke up, offering such private thoughts to her. 

“If it is any reassurance, everyone is a disturbance to the balance.” Liss told her with a smile, “Unnatural is rather subjective when it comes to the balance, one could argue Priests are unnatural for their ability to wield both the light and shadow. Equally, you could argue the same for Warriors for their unique power over the Earth.”

Liss paused she took the reigns of her horse from her companion, mounting gracefully and making the final adjustments to the horse’s saddle for the long ride ahead.

“I do not think of you as either. I find your story intriguing,” Liss told her honestly, “And I would not worry yourself too much with the other Wardens and their opinions, they do not determine your worth. Only you can determine that.”

Lion tamer

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rogue-prodigy:

“You do what has to be done.” Khal nodded as he closed his eyes. The event was mentally and physically taxing. Yes, this woman may be up to no good; fishing for his most intimate secrets but she was also helping him. “You know more than you reveal. I am growing tired of the mental toll of this game between us. If you want to know something, ask me.” Khal grinned at her with a smile full of charm. She was a beautiful woman after all, and khal loved beautiful women.

“In order to repay you for your assistance I will answer anything in truth” Khal stood up from the bed and cracked his neck once before approaching her carefully. “ A netherwalker, I never imagined them looking so stunning. I may know nothing but I am a quick learner. Perhaps you have something to teach me?” 

“I am here because my master wants me here. He does not reveal his plans much in advance. You want to know what he has planned for the Wardens? I do not know yet. All I know is that I am here and Vana matters to me. She doesn’t feel the same. When I kissed her she seemed to enjoy it for a moment, it was a moment of pure passion and then she broke away.” Khal shrugged his shoulders at the recollection of past events. Why he was telling this woman was beyond him, perhaps he knew she would just listen and understand. 

“There seems to be much I know nothing about here, including the dance between a man and woman.”

Lisselá inclined her head in agreement with his initial comment, privately thinking on how true those words rung for her. Perhaps he was more astute than she gave him credit... Or perhaps she had not been as private as she intended. As he flashed her a dazzling smile she couldn’t help but smirk at his attempt to sway her. Admittedly he was an attractive man but Liss had been around long enough to be wary of the charms of men. They always wanted something, something more than she would give and she would not be fooled by his simple flattery.

“Then answer me this; what are you here for Khal? What is it that you truly desire?” She asked. “It must be more than simply the attention of our dear Leader.”

She barely held back a chuckle as he approached her, no doubt his act enticed many of the other Wardens and surely a number of the locals too but Liss would not be fooled. 

“There are many things I could teach you, Khal,” She said, lowering her voice to a purr.

She listened curiously as he revealed his failed kiss with the priest, unsurprised by his bold move and by Vaná’s rejection - she had seen the looks shared between Lalo and Vaná, it was obvious the woman only had eyes for the warrior. The belief she had briefly enjoyed the kiss with Khal however was interesting, though she wondered how much of that was wishful thinking on the rogue’s part.

That aside, it was clear he did not know his master’s plans and if he did he would not share them. Not tonight at least. She had all the information she was likely to get out of the man for now and whilst she enjoyed the dance, she did not wish to unleash the inevitable storm that would follow engaging with him. Whilst she had no doubt he would make for an enjoyable passage of time, his emotional instability and unpredictable nature made her wary. It would also piss off Vaná royally which, whilst tempting, was not a wise move given their impending journey together to the capital. 

“Perhaps you simply need more practice,” She told him with a smirk, tapping the underside of his chin lightly with her hand before she pulled away and returned some of the distance between them.

Battered Souls

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A Royal Invite: Event Fashion Moodboard - Lisselá De Sauveterre 

"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath."

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Liss had intended a quiet walk, preferring the solitude and peace of the nearby forests than the hustle and bustle of what remained of Miwor Town. She also had no interest in surrounding herself in the reminder of more recent events, the runes branded into her skin more than enough to sour her mood. Feeling the tension increase in her body, she conjured flames and focused on manipulating their shape to pull herself away out of her sombre thoughts. The distraction helped a little, feeling the balance shift around her as she twirled the fire burning in her hand. 

Wandering deeper into the forest she soon stumbled across a clearing, noting an unfamiliar figure basking in the afternoon sun. The woman was clearly not one of the common folk, her features a rare sight in these parts of Eldris (though less so since the Wardens were established) and the weapons hidden on her person a sign she was more than a simple trader. Liss’ eye caught the shining jewellery adorning her slender but muscular frame, admiring the designs and noting the functionality - they could easily be used in combat, not so dissimilar from the clawed rings she had recently purchased off a Narfeni trader. Another Warden recruit, perhaps? Interest piqued, she extinguished the flames in her hand and stepped further into the clearing. She paused at the mare’s warning stomp, bracing herself for a potential confrontation but was surprised when the woman simply smiled warmly at her. 

“Your clearing? I can think of a few who may dispute that.” Liss said in a teasing tone, a smile tugging at her lips. Deciding to be friendly, for now, she stepped forward into the sunshine and enjoyed the warmth it brought to her before answering. “Yes, something along those lines.”

Malika sighed, smiling at the sun that warmed her body. She missed the Narfeni Islands the minute Samir and her stepped on the boat back to Eldris. But at least they had arrived just in time for the summer. While the Eldrissian summers weren’t nearly as scorching as the ones on the islands, it was far better than their winters. Even with the sun on her skin she shivered at the thought. She’d have to invest in a lot of cloaks and furs if this rift business lasted until then.

She heard Samir stamp his foot and huff nervously. As skittish as he was, he usually didn’t make a fuss without good reason. She opened her eyes and sat up to see who had found their way to this clearing. She had thought it was a quiet spot to rest up from her voyage, but perhaps she was mistaken. She hadn’t been in Miwor Town long enough to know all the people’s habits and haunts after all. The warrior crossed her legs and waved her hand above her head.

“Hey! What brings you to my clearing?” she called out, a playful smile on her face, “Here to enjoy this sunny day?”