ASHE
There was no escaping the prickles of dread that worked their way up Ashe’s spine as dusk blanketed Caido. Her steps were ever silent, her cloak rustling softly as she strode with purpose for the grassy shrine. One hand held a pair of bracers, and the other was laced into the hand of the man who walked beside her. With a sidelong glance upwards, she squeezed his hand, sending a ripple of gratitude down the bond to The pair of unicorns they’d rode in on stood behind them, and she could feel Percy’s apprehension, his rapt attention on his rider. Ashe herself kept her fire blue eyes fixed forward upon the shrine, her heart thudding unsteadily as she came to a halt. She had no idea what might be asked of her, what precedence there was. She was here for the impossible, for what wasn’t done. She was here to bring Ronin back from the dead. Ashe set her jaw and steadied her breathing, looking up at Kalt before she released his hand to step forward to the stones with strange runes. She felt both apprehensive at what she was doing and foolish from the lack of any religion before Caido - she had no idea what was considered the right thing to do here, didn't know any prayers. The she wolf clicked the button on her prosthetic, and with the plume of flame that came free from that little finger, she crouched down to light a black candle that was sitting before the stone. She hesitated as she rose, her chest tightening. No matter how Mort had been described, this was… She sighed and looked up to the sky, where Ronin’s star had glimmered to life beside Vanya's in the dark blue sky. She gripped the bracers in her hand tighter, and Safrin’s pendant was a comforting weight upon her. Live. His voice was insistent and warm in her mind, and she stood a bit straighter as she set firm eyes forward. "If Ludo must guide me, then I ask for Ludo,” she said clearly. She took a slow breath before she went on, ”I need to speak with Mort. “ Break through the barricade
you gotta keep on fighting, facing giants, unafraid
born to move these mountains out of your way.
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legends never die.
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Messenger
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Medic / Alchemist
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04-10-2019, 05:23 AM
KALT
RAVENSHIRE
He stood beside her at the shrine, his hand in hers with their souls humming together through the bond. Needless to say, this wasn’t exactly where he thought his life would end up once upon a time. Then again, he couldn’t help the undying - pardon the pun - curiosity that he had over whether or not this would work.
When Ronin was alive, the two men didn’t exactly have the time to become even really acquainted, but he could feel what This was Ashe’s moment. He stood beside her as her support, and because there was no way in five hells he was going to let her run off on her own to demand the return of a soul from the god of death. That just wasn’t going to happen. He had his doubts about the success of this, as any sensible person would, but he had seen incredible things since coming to this world, so he was learning not to jump to any kinds of conclusions. That thought was only furthered by the appearance of Safrin. She had been the one to send Ronin to the stars, so if she was here, surely that meant she was going to help, right? His jaw feathered slightly at her words, and he gave another small squeeze to Ashe’s hand. “Patience…” Not one of his favorite virtues, but he supposed it wouldn’t exactly be wise to rush the god of death. Then again... aftermath of something lethal
an echo of inflicted evil
Messenger
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"Safrin." A voice as warm as the sun rang through the starlit sphere, and suddenly a rather unimposing figure appeared at the goddess' side. Dressed in a long cream cable-knit sweat with hair a disheveled mess of curls, Mort's eyes gleamed with a brightness that put Safrin's stars to shame. "I have missed you, brightest one." He gushed, and though he was not particularly tall, as he reached to encircle her in a hug, time and space seemed to bend awkwardly such that his arms fully wrapped around her in a way which should have been impossible, yet in the moment looked perfectly ordinary. Stepping back, his cheeks plump with adoration, he looked over his shoulder to where Ashetta stood. Continuing his gaze towards Kalt, the god smiled. "Very kind of you to come and lend your strength to her." Mort said warmly, before turning his dark gaze towards the former assassin. "Hello Ashetta." He said with a curious casualness despite the momentous moment that this indeed was. "I am Mort." mort
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04-10-2019, 10:04 PM
Mort smiled reassuringly as he nodded. "I did, yes. Though I'll be honest with you Ashetta, your soul has been full of these thoughts for days now. So this was not unexpected." He said flashing her a warm smile. Thoughtfully the god wrapped his arms around himself in a posturing of thoughtfulness as he looked at the wolf. Her phrasing was so decisive. So confident. He liked that about her, that she would stand so tall before the god of death, asking for things of which she knew so little about. Love indeed could be so strengthening, and he adored her for her courage. Safrin too. "By definition the souls who find their way to me do not have more life to live." Mort corrected kindly, more as a point of fact that an argument. "But I know what you mean. The circumstances of Ronin's death were unfortunate. Though not enough to revive him from the dead, I'm afraid. There are too many who leave this world in situations that are unfair. Sadly my realm is full of souls departed too soon in situations that were not entirely just, but that is life." Ashe should know that better than most, given the life she had led. "But it is not the circumstances of Ronin's death that have brought me here. It is the circumstances of your life. Your soul has...been protected, you might say, so that it would never reach me. Endlessly it would wander, never reaching the veil of my world. Do you understand what I am saying?" mort
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04-11-2019, 06:46 PM
Through the stretched silence, Mort simply stood, gracious and gentle while the wolf let the cogs of her mind whirl. "Yes." He agreed with a gentle nod. "Immortal." Slipping his hands into his pockets, for a moment the god lowered his head as if searching the grasses below for the words. "But you are someone." He said after a moment, soft eyes looking up with a warm smile. "Both with those here around you, and to me." He placed a hand gently over his heart, and for a moment Ashe would feel a warm thrum of some strange sort of pull. The pull of being known. The omniscience of being seen combined with Mort's boundless and eternal love. With a chuckle he continued. "As for how...well. I suspect that has more to do with how you came to be here. With what the Voice did, or what her devices did, to bring you here." mort
Messenger
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Medic / Alchemist
Age: 39 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int: KYSMA - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) KALT
RAVENSHIRE
The god of death came, a foreign tug towards the deity blossoming in the assassin’s chest, but still, he kept his footing where he was. Even at Mort’s compliment, Kalt remained as he was, merely giving a small smile and nodding his head in thanks. Admittedly, he was struggling a little bit for words for the...well, it was very uncommon that it would happen.
‘I’m not anyone.’ When she looked back at him, he met her eyes, feeling the pain and dread that spread through her, drawing his brows together, but he definitely didn’t expect her to just up and throw it away! “Ashe…” he breathed into her mind, something that could only have been described as shock settling over him. “You’re giving up eternal life.” As if she didn’t know that, but he couldn’t understand why she would so willingly and quickly give up living forever.. aftermath of something lethal
an echo of inflicted evil
Messenger
Age: 29 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int: PERCY - Mythical - Unicorn (Superspeed) SOOT - Regular - Wine Spider
Gently Mort pulled a hand from his pocket and held it towards the blue-eyed woman. "This will be...not entirely pleasant." He hummed apologetically, the smile on his face crooked and sad. "It is death and rebirth all in one. But I will be with you." Looking towards Kalt, the god offered an understanding smile. Though the man might be Ashe's companion, in this moment he could walk this path with her no further. For this was a discussion between death and Ashetta, a moment long overdue. "Come. Take my hand." He said—or did he? His lips hadn't seemed to move, still curled into that sad but adoring sort of smile. mort | |||||||
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