this kingdom you've burned
SWE Open!
Nephele Amoret
Botanist / Engineer
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there she was, all dressed in adventure, straddling the edge of a star

This is the farthest she has ever come into Hollowed Ground territory. While normally she would be enamored with the differences, with the way the trees sing their own tune and the world seeks to reclaim the abominations of old, derelict buildings that she passes, she has a reason for her intrusion. Not that it's much of an intrusion at all. Nephele would happily bring this section of Caido into their realm, protecting it from the sickness of its current inhabitants and healing the wounds left upon it.

The Spire is like a monument of death, surrounded by ash and ruin. It twists her stomach, a fist clenching deep in her ribcage that mourns what had once been. What could have been. Any sympathy Nephele had previously been harboring for the Outlanders is burned away by the fires of her rage, the grief that consumes her entirely. To see such a wasteland where once fertile soil had lived is like seeing a child fall to sickness before their time. It is a loss that impacts her directly, that steals the breath from her lungs and brings a burn of tears to her eyes.

Still she flies, because there is simply nothing else she can do. Vi's command brings her here, and she prays so fervently it nearly takes over the entirety of her conscious thought. Please, please heal this land. Breathe your life into it, let Rae reclaim it. It does not deserve to suffer because of these cruel, mindless creatures.

When she lands, ash puffs up in clouds around her ankles, staining her bare skin with the remains of scorched earth. It nearly chokes her, and she blinks away the dust and the tears that accumulate in her hazel eyes. Without a care for her dress or her skin, she falls to her knees in the wreckage of this once-beautiful plot of land. Her hands tremble as she withdraws her spade, and can scarcely bear to thrust it into the earth to dig a hole for the next rose. Has it not suffered enough? But Nephele trusts in Vi's power, in his guidance, and she places the rose in its hole and uses her black-stained hands to cover it once more. Wipes her tears against her sooty forearms, smearing the darkness across her cheeks, and presses her palms to the blackened earth in solemn, tearful apology for what was done to it.


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Roana Steadman
Soldier ☆ Monster Hunters Guild
Age: 27 | Height: 5'8" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
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Roana usually avoided the Spire. It was a monument on a battlefield, a reminder of the pain and suffering that had spanned centuries in the Hollowed Grounds. It was here where she had fought the Spire demon. It was here where she had watched her dearest friend die. It was here where she had found herself transported outside a barrier to be nearly murdered by Fae. But now she was here again to fight for the lives others; albeit in a different capacity.

She approached the looming structure, rose in hand and claymore on her hip, a light frown seemingly etched into her features. But then her eyes caught some movement, and she was surprised to find a Fae woman knelt by the Spire, digging a hole in the ground. ”Greetings, friend.” she said softly as she approached. ”I see you’ve come to plant one of Vi’s roses.” she said as she knelt, pulling out her own tools to do so.
Roana
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
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Nephele Amoret
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there she was, all dressed in adventure, straddling the edge of a star

Unlike with Ianto, she is too consumed in her mourning to focus on her surroundings. It is only luck that ensures the new arrival is of a kindly sort, not a Blight-infected intruder for her to fight off. Though her cheeks are still wet, Nephele's face is calm when she turns to look upon the woman that approaches. Tears do not shame or embarrass her, not when she feels so above most of these wingless humans in the first place. What could they possibly understand of her sorrow?

She is called friend, and her tongue knows she cannot lie and say the same in return. Instead she inclines her head towards the beautiful woman, welcoming her presence readily enough. Though her soul still feels raw she would not turn away anyone seeking to help end the Blight. "Hello," she greets quietly instead, wings humming restlessly on her spine. It seems silly to state the obvious, but words do not have the same gravitas to humans as they do to the Fae. "Yes. The Blight is killing the Greatwood, and my twin sister. I will do whatever the Gods bid me to ensure it is defeated." Vehemence crawls in her vocals, and she stares firmly down at the rose she has planted, smoothing some more dirt over its roots before she feels content in calling it planted.

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Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds ☆ Monster Hunters Guild
Age: 39 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Natural
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WESSEX
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It’s probably a stupid idea. A really stupid idea, given who’s standing there, also doing the planting. A Fae, who will probably call her an abomination and set her on fire (or something like that), and Roana, who is on Ascended-ending kick.

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool.

Let’s do it.

Endear them - or at least get some of this tension out in the open.

There is little time to do things these days, The Queen must snatch moments where she can, and since it’s fully daylight and she isn’t expected anywhere for a bit, Wessex attempts to get to work on her laundry list of tasks. First and foremost - the roses; she worries it’s been out of the ground for too long, even cased in damp cloth as it is. Better to get it in the ground sooner rather than later. So, cowled and cloaked, the Ascended walks to the Spire, rose in hand, and after pausing a moment to consider the other two women there, proceeds anyway. There’s a bit of distance there - enough to be ignored if that was therir wish, but also easily engaged.

Releasing her talons for a third time, Wessex sends them into the earth to create a hole for the final rose, sets it gently in, and covers it back up. No ceremony, no prayers, just the action of doing it, and being seen while doing it.

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she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
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