stein-thetraitor

[stein-thetraitor]

His brows furrowed as he looked over the letters, turning them over. Once more was it from the Orphanage. When he questioned the Academy, Alzein stated that he started this. At first, he didn’t reply but.. As time went on, he grew more curious, almost like he was peaking into past. Late one night, he sat at his desk with his quill in hand and replied.

Dear Petyr,     My apologies for not replying sooner. To be honest, your letters caught me by surprise. However, it wasn’t an unwelcome one. Since you gave a bit of yourself, I will give a bit of my own. My name is Angeal Vespyn, I am a doctor at the Gilded Rose Academy and a teacher. I, too, was born in Ishgard many, many winters ago.. And I was also within an Orphanage but it has long been gone. But not forgotten.   Celebration of the seasons I usually forget. It has been sometime since I was able to do so.. However, the Academy made sure I did. It is more than a Academy or a place you would train in to learn your craft but the Gilded Rose itself is like a family. A very large.. Rambunctious family. We did mildly celebrate the Hatching-Tide but I only hid eggs. There are many good spots within the Mist. I have seen a Spriggan but only from afar.. Do they all carry the crystals?   I am happy to hear that your own family has been taking you outside of the Orphanage. I am not fond of beaches.. Only because I can not swim. That, however, remains between you and I. I am delighted to find that you all were able to move and hopefully you all enjoy it. The Academy has a library as well, I helped furnished it with books from Ishgard and I have my own small one within my Quarters. My favorite book? Hmm.. There are many I enjoy.. I believe one I enjoy the most currently is of a man in search for himself after he made an error. Along the way, he meets eight people whom will change his life as he knows it; ‘The Brother and the Dragon’.  The moon is overturning to a new one, do you have any plans for what you might do? Has your own teaching and studies been? What is your goal for this turn? I enjoy hearing from you and hope that the coming days are as bright as the last.”

He moved towards the mailbox and placed it within. The usually stoic Doctor faintly smiled in the night as he turned away, awaiting the next letter.

Sponsor An Orphan

Dear Mr. Vespyn,

Hello, again. I hope that you have been well throughout the Llymlaen moon. While there was no realm festavals this moon, Mr. and Mrs. Jinkjahl made sure that we weren’t to bored. We spent many suns at the beach. Most of us made little paper ships to float on the see sea. I helped some of the younger children make there their ships. 

We also moved this moon. Mrs. Jinkjahl helped me set up one of the librarys! I was really excited. I couldn’t reach the hi spots but I was able to help organeyes the bottom! Mrs. Jinkjahl said I did a really good job. I might help some of the younger children learn how to read. There’s more room in the manor library.

Do you have any favorite books?

Sincerely, Petyr

{{ Read his letters in chronological order! }}

[stein-thetraitor]

Memories of War

Silently, he sat on the bed, staring off before him. He listened as the thunder rolled in the clouds above. It wasn’t uncommon in the Mists where the weather can change drastically. Nor was it uncommon to find the man sitting on his bed in the late hours of the night. He rarely slept. His mind wandered too much. He took trips to the past. The past was always the best places to learn for the future. But the memories he thought of now.. There wasn’t much to learn from it. In war, it was hard to tell who was wrong or right. And in his position, most of the time, there was no one truly at fault. More so just the unlucky. As he closed his eyes, listening to the thunder, he no longer felt the warmth from the fire but the chill across his body. He wasn’t sitting on his bed but standing in the snow. “Vespyn!” He heard his name barked, shooting a glance towards the person who called it. It was a man cladded in armor. His breath was visible as he shook, clearly running to find the man. “We have another. Hes--..” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “--He’s not doing well. I don’t think--”  “Let’s go to him.” This time, it was Vespyn himself that cut him off, grabbing a large satchel. He hated hearing that statement. ‘I don’t think he’ll make it’. There was always a chance. At least 50-50 to him, depending on the wounds. He has aided many out on the field. And he was confident that there will be more. To have such thoughts is to give up hope. And that is all they really had. To give up hope meant to give up fighting. Giving up a fighting chance. When they got to the man, he was in terrible condition. They were moving concrete off of him, no doubt injuring one of his legs, but he shook violently in place, in shock. None of the men exactly knew what had happened, just that he was wounded in the lower torso. They moved around him, keeping him in place, not wanting to leave their friend behind but gave Vespyn some room. They were working on cutting through his armor where there was already a hole. Was Vespyn moved his hand out to check his pulse, the shaking man grasped his wrist, stammering his words. His eyes searched the man before he shook his head, turning his wrist to grasp the man’s hand. “Put pressure on the wound.” Vespyn said, squeezing the man’s hand. More than two hands moved forward to do so but the bleeding continued. Gently, he started to turn the man, who was doing his best to keep his voice down. There was no clear exit wound, the concrete and snow covered in crimson. He continued to shake. Vespyn’s face went pale. With a large wound, no exit and loosing a lot of blood.. They couldn’t move him else where and with how violently he shook, his body already in shock.. “What should we do.” Asked one of the men surrounding him, looking between Vespyn and the man in a panic, his voice wavering. It was a difficult question that no one hand an answer for, not even Vespyn himself. The wounded man stammered that Vespyn was vaguely sure he heard him correctly; He didn’t want to be in pain anymore. The only way he knew he heard him correctly was when he looked to the faces of others. They felt the pain but not as greatly as their brother in arms. He used his other hand to keep the pressure on his wound, looking off to the side. Using his foot, he brought the satchel towards him. When his hand was removed, another was replaced. As he prepared something hidden, he looked over. One man cradled his head, the others were holding his arms and others applied pressure. He wasn’t going to die alone, at the very least. All the men looked to Vespyn with a bit of confusion but understanding as well. Discreetly, he brought the prepared syringe to the side of the wounded, he whimpered and murmured. “I don’t want to die..” He shook his head violently, about to repeat the string of words but it fell into a muttering mess. He inhaled sharply as Vespyn injected the mixture. “Mère.. Accueil. Mère, je veux.. Aller a la maison.” He sputtered past crimson lips as he tightened his grip on his friend and Vespyn’s hand once he removed the syringe. They watched as he struggled, slowly his shivering pausing and finally, the last gasp and the light leaving his eyes. Vespyn closed his eyes for a brief moment, hearing the cries around him of war before they suddenly shot open to the sound of thunder. He was in his room once more, his fingers curling. Regret silently filling him.

[stein-thetraitor]

Gilded Rose Classes; Angeal

Here will be the times for January which Angeal ‘Stein’ Vespyn will be teaching: 1/7 Sat: Alchemy (Stein) (7 PM-8:30 PM EST) 1/7 Sat: Medical (Stein) (9 PM-10:30 PM EST) 1/10 Tues: History (Stein) (7 PM-8:30 PM EST)