Loren not afraid to use every trick in the book Once upon a long time ago, when they’d first come to Caido, Loren had been fascinated by the place they’d called the Atheneum. Although it was half crumbled, it had contained books and scrolls he’d never seen before. Despite his fear at being in an unknown land—and despite all the other issues in his life—he’d been excited at the prospect of learning new things. Indeed, he’d even declared himself the manager of the place, intending to restore it to its former glory. |
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the Firebrand
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Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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08-26-2019, 08:24 PM
i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness It has reached a point where Amalia can no longer say she is a librarian, but still she loves the Atheneum, its dusty shelves and hallowed halls. There are still ghost here, memories of memories of those long lost, tomes and tales and legends and lore that make up worlds inside worlds. She could spend a lifetime pouring through them, had once planned to do just that, believing her life to consist of these walls and this hall, believing she would stay confined forever: by crumbling walls, by loss, by anxiety, by the barrier.
Now her presence is rarely felt in the Atheneum; she may be less real to it than the ghosts. Amalia inhales as she steps through the door, breathing in familiar scents of musty parchment and ancient ink. Since the repairs finished she has been here a handful of times, helped with the construction, but still it catches the baker off guard to see the walls complete and whole, towering and secure. It, like her, has changed in a year. Everything has changed. Long slender fingers brush over the spines of books as Amalia wanders the hallowed halls, aimless, her bare feet brushing like whispers over the stone floor. Now and then she'll pause to extract an interesting work, perusing the pages until she grows bored, or realizes it is not the knowledge she needs. She is looking for information on the Spire Demon, on the Spark Bird, on the Spire, on the million problems that plague them ceaselessly, the things that have kept her bound outside of this haven. By the time she finds another soul the girl carries three: Legends of Caido, Demons and Monsters, and the simply titled, Spire. None are particularly promising in terms of concrete information, but at least they are a start. She carries them against her chest as she rounds a corner in the stacks, stopping, sudden and surprised, when a man comes into view. There is something familiar in the figure, a tickling memory she cannot place. Quietly the girl steps closer, long hair falling about her shoulders, a halo over her red scarf. "Hello," Amalia calls out softly, hoping not to startle the man. It would have been a different greeting, not very long ago- but no longer is it the girl's place to question those who walk through the books. She is one of the strangers, now. a galaxy of shadow and stars AMALIA the Firebrand
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Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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08-27-2019, 12:08 AM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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08-27-2019, 05:39 PM
i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness The man is a waif in adult clothing, slender and ghost-like with dark eyes and hollow cheeks. It is not unlike looking at a mirror of herself, were it reflective of the year before: poorly dressed, poorly kempt, hiding from a deeper trauma in the comfort of the tomes. Maybe that is why she recognizes him, the thing that sparks some discontent, uneasy in her breast.
Tightening her grip around herself, she regards the man in silence. For her part the girl is surprisingly well put together, wearing a practical woolen dress beneath a crimson scarf. Still, there is weariness around the edges of her eyes, exhaustion with an unceasing world that does not fade when her lips turn up, a distant half-smile offered to the man. "I suppose we do." Beasts is a volume she's perused before, though not in quite some time. Perhaps it would be worth revisiting, in her quest to manage a looming Long Night. Before she can speak his simple question catches her off guard, making her blink as painful nostalgia suddenly clouds her eyes. How long ago was it that this was her line, a statement made within her home, a place she understood? Is there really a new librarian already- and has she truly missed his advent? "Ah," she says, and clears her throat, swallowing down the swift denial that rises with her guard. "I, um, I'm trying to find information on the Spire Demon. And the Spark Bird. And the spire itself, I suppose." What can an Outlander offer her, that she does not already know? She doesn't ask that, because pride is pointless now. They need all the help they can get. a galaxy of shadow and stars AMALIA the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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08-27-2019, 06:24 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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08-29-2019, 01:14 PM
i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness There is something about this place that makes her quiet, strips away the false contentment she wears of late and leaves her feeling bare. The books do not care if you are happy, she supposes; the books do not care if you fail or succeed. There is nothing to hide from them, because they do not care, and Amalia relishes that just as she fears it, her eyes already moving off him to look across the stacks, wondering if the things she seeks are still where she left them, if she still has a place among the ghosts.
He speaks again and her eyes snap back, her mouth quirking in a half smile as he admits to ignorance. Shaking her head, Amalia turns to the books again, her expression wistful and affectionate. "Not many do, these days." The place deserves a keeper, for though Jigano does well he is busy and distracted, especially of late. "I used to know it better than most, but even then it held secrets." Like the shrine to the Voice, the girl thinks, a bitter taste upon her tongue. She is softening, easing, so of course he must say something to make her wince, set her teeth on edge. Shuffling books, the baker too begins to extend her hand but stops as he says his name, her dark eyes growing wide and hard. "Loren Launcelyn," the shield repeats, the last name falling from her tongue like lead. Of course- she knows now why she knows him, remembering fire and shouting, the man who tried to treat her as though this was not her domain. The man who Remi had loved. She pulls her hand back to herself, not trusting this kin of their errant tyrant Queen. "We've met. Here, actually. There were gourds." Has he come to finish Zariah's threats, to treat her like she is less than dirt and spout more nonsense about worthiness? Has he come to try again to take her Atheneum, to cast fire among the parchment and yell at her panic? Does she even register on his radar, or is she too small for the mighty Launcelyn? a galaxy of shadow and stars AMALIA the Firebrand
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Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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08-29-2019, 01:45 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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08-29-2019, 03:08 PM
i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness He does remember, which is a bit of a surprise, and is quick to apologize, which is more of a surprise. A slight incline of her head shows that she has heard him, and that the statement is appreciated, if nothing else. It is more than she expected from a Launcelyn, not really having seen them as an apologetic type. It soothes her edges a little, though not much, softening the lines of her angular face.
His next set of apologies is a strange one, though, and Amalia narrows her eyes curiously, biting down on her lip. "And what else might I blame you for?" the baker wonders aloud, tilting her head and pursing her lips, the books still clutched close to her chest. It is an honest question, genuine and curious: she would like to know her other sins before casting final judgment. The offer to leave is one she would consider taking up, except now she's curious about him, now she feels a little bit challenged and a little bit unsafe. If he is a danger she would like to know, before another Zariah rises, before he strikes with magic and mischief. She knows that Remi loved him once, so she hopes he is not a monster. But Zariah's words curl again through her mind, and the girl knows she has to know. "Stay," she murmurs, her black eyes bright. "And if you're sorry, do better. Help us to prepare." a galaxy of shadow and stars AMALIA the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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08-29-2019, 03:54 PM
the Archangel
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Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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08-29-2019, 05:56 PM
i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness "You did." Amalia thinks of Remi, the only one she knows who was hurt but the person who surely deserves it the least. Does he know of his errant lover's return? Does he know who Loren is? It isn't Amalia's place to pry, not her job to ask these questions, but she cares about her friend. "But not me." A slight shrug; it had been a relief, really, when the firebird summoner stopped appearing in the library, endlessly threatening to emblazon her books. Amalia had not missed the man she never knew.
The other parts, his family and their sins- that is far more relevant. The Shield bites her lip again, remembering that brief and blistering tyrrany, remembering Zariah cornering her outside the Temple, remembering long nights of planning underneath the ground, the fear of imprisonment for daring to hold on to the guild she helped to build. "Will you be like them?" she wonders, tilting her head again, that quirk all avians seem to adopt, even in human form. "Are you like Zariah? Because I don't intend to let what happened with her ever happen again." And though she is slight, though she is quiet, there is a dangerous determination in the words. If Loren is watching he might see a flash of fangs beneath the coral lips, or the way her eyes seem to slit for a moment before rounding back out. She did not do enough, the first time. She will not make that mistake again. Her fears are quickly soothed, however as he begins to pour out his ideas. That he thinks anyone would shelter in the manor makes her snort a laugh, shaking her head swiftly. "I'd rather go outside again than spend a week in that monstrosity." Which was saying something severe, considering the last time she went out at Long Night, she died. But the promise of summons is something useful, and despite her discomfort Amalia hums thoughtfully, the wheels of her mind beginning to spin. "What can you summon? And how many? Only the Spark Bird has ever been able to really banish the monsters, as it did last year." Can he summon a spark bird, and hold it for a week? She doubts it, somehow. It seems that Loren wants to atone by doing everything, something Amalia can empathize with, and something she knows the frustration of. "We know a good deal about the blight," the Shield says enigmatically, not yet trusting a Launcelyn enough to tell him anymore. "And we're working on knowing more. There's nothing in the books about it, but... I have hope. The gods have hope. I trust in Vi." It is all she seems able to do, now. Trust. He's a mess, and not just physically. Amalia cannot help but feel for the man, remembering her own struggles and journeys, how close she has come to falling apart. When did she get to be strong? "What do you know about the spark bird and the luxere? I'll be helping to rebuild the perch this year, but we can always use mages. And the more who entice the Luxere, the better. I have a staff made of their antlers that should protect from some of the darkness, and Jyoti might be able to help, but it won't be even close to enough." So much, so much, an endless deluge. "We also have to warn the Fae... We don't yet know if the monsters will go into the woods." Amalia reaches up to rub between her eyes, sighing as the weight of the coming season settles on her shoulders. Setting down her books, the gilded girl sighs, only looking back at Loren and he asks her name. Now, at last, she offers her hand, a mimicry of his earlier gesture, her slender fingers ready to meet his. "Amalia Chandrakant." a galaxy of shadow and stars AMALIA the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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09-02-2019, 07:35 PM
i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness Loren's description of summoning fits with her limited understanding of the ability, though like many Outlanders he is stronger than the mages Amalia grew up alongside. Biting her lip thoughtfully, the girl nods. "I can describe it for you. Or find you a book on it. Do you think... I have some items that can hold magic in them. Maybe if we had enough, we could equip multiple groups with the ability to summon spark birds." It doesn't sound like a perfect solution, but it is better than nothing at all. The last thing they need is to go into Long Night thoroughly unprepared.
Loren's apparent frustration with her lack of information does not escape the girl, who smiles wanly as he begs to help, shaking her head slowly. "It sounds like you're doing a lot already," the Shield answers, not unkindly. Her voice is gentle, empathy laced within. She knows what it is to want to bear the world upon her shoulders, and she knows that it is an impossible thing to do. "It's... the last thing we need is to spread ourselves thin when the nights get long." Her confidence in this statement only grows as he admits to knowing next to nothing, causing a bit of irritation to rise back in the girl. He hopes to do everything, save everything, maintain it all- but he is starting from a knowledge base of nothing, with all the enthusiasm of a displaced Outlander and no real concept of their home. Amalia has seen this time and time again, the great burst of purpose followed by overwhelm and despair. She does not have the time to hold his hand as he traverses her world. Lifting her books back into her arms, the girl glances to a nearby window, nibbling on her lip. "I need to get back to the bakery. Devas bakery. I... that's where I work. But... when the season changes and you've done some more research, stop by and tell me what you've learned." Smiling slightly, she turns to walk away, leaving Loren to continue learning, her own work calling her home. a galaxy of shadow and stars AMALIA the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int: ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
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