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Postby Caius Gawyne » Fri Feb 16, 2018 4:33 pm

Cylus 2, 718

Even in the frigid, sunless black of Cylus, Caius was acutely aware at how late he'd let the trial slip, the breaks having worn on him while he poured over books that had nothing to do with any of his classes in the Rynmere University Library. In just a few trials, there'd be another mage execution, and this time, with the Lord Inquisitor still traveling elsewhere in Rynmere, the young Gawyne was left finishing up the arrangements he'd already made. Part of him longed to feel invincible after waking up with a heartbeat and breath in his lungs yester-trial, a trial he'd believed all of his life would never come, but visions of Vhalar crept into his thoughts every moment he paused to linger on the memories of that first execution gone wrong.

Still, it was partly the fault of that trial that he was in the Library at all at this break, aware that Darcyanna was most likely waiting up for him at home. The books he poured over, stacked in the religion section on a small, quiet table all had one thing in common: Immortals. They'd forced themselves into both his life and the life of Darcy, welcome or not—Mastes and Kata had revealed themselves to his wife and she'd kept it from him. Syora much the same in his own, only in public view. Desperately, he'd bargained with the Immortal of Transformation, Lust, Acting, and Fury there in the chaos, and her words still haunted him as brazenly as her touch. Ziell had found him, his Immortal great grandfather the one Peaceful presence in it all. And so Caius had found books on all of them, learning their histories, discovering their allegiances, trying to separate folklore from truth.

That was difficult in Rynmere, and for a heartbeat the young Gawyne longed for the Videnese library, the Prime Atheneum, knowing that Yvithia's very presence assured their Religious texts were far more accurate when describing the Immortals as factual beings than here in the Kingdom of the Sacred Seven.

With a sigh, Caius made note of the titles he'd been studying, glancing over the notes he'd written over the past few breaks. Kata, the Immortal of Insanity, Injustice, and Ruin said the books, calling her the Mad, the Unjust. Those descriptors made the Lord Arbiter uncomfortable, thinking of their influences in the struggles of his delicate pianist, though it was Mastes, the Immortal of Compulsion, Trickery, and Vices that made the duo even more disconcerting. His Favor meant the pair had staked some kind of claim in the woman he loved, and, worse still, the Immortal Pairing were allies with Syora, or so the stories seemed to imply. How had these Immortals found their mortal selves so interesting? What were their vested interests in their existences?

Caius loathed to dwell on the thoughts, but the uncomfortable weight of conflict haunted him. Ziell was their enemy, at least of Kasyni and Mastes, and while he could only piece together a few sentences in the pile of books he'd poured over for breaks, he had no idea what all of it meant. So much of it felt like stories made up for the entertainment and edification of the authors, and so much of it was written in story format, poetry, ballads, epic tales. How could he make sense of all of this in a Kingdom that venerated ancestors more than these beings?

They'd made themselves known, these Immortals in particular, and the young Gawyne was far too insatiable to stay ignorant.

Fucking Immortals.

Lingering over the pages and his notes for a few more bits, the northern noble realized just how much had changed since Vhalar, just how much had been turned upside down, set on fire, and carved into the very flesh of his life. To what end? He had no sarding clue, but he wasn't just going to stand idly by and continue in ignorance.

Not anymore.

Leaving the Library more burdened than he'd arrived after returning all of his books to their proper places, he adjusted his ashen cloak over his shoulders, the garment revealing him for his place in the Order of the Mantis. Without gloves or even a coat, the Ezere made his way across the University campus and toward his Midtown home in the snowy darkness, the wind to-trial wild and the snow falling in fat, heavy flakes. Caius felt none of the chill, the blanket of white already up to his ankles on the streets that hadn't been shoveled by civil servants during the darkness of the Cylus trial.

His most familiar route home took him off the main, well-lit roads and into a few twisting, maze-like alley ways, the young Gawyne having memorized his quickest options.

The silence of the falling snow was a familiar comfort, filling him not only with memories of his childhood in Umbridge but also his strange moment in just trials before—the trials that were supposed to be his very last—in Viden. While the wind howled through the alley and broke his reverie, it was the sounds the wind carried with it that caused Caius to tense and press himself further into the darkness of the alley, back against the wall and hand finding the hilt of his saber.

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[Midtown] Nobody's Sarding Hero

Postby Amaryllis » Sat Mar 17, 2018 12:50 pm

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She wasn't working as a woman of the night, not anymore, and so the setting sun, as it crept across the sky and draped the city in a swath of darkness, didn't signify the beginnings of her work day. Instead, Amaryllis had left the theatre after a day's practice. A play would be presented in a few week's time, where, while she played a secondary role, it was the role of a witch, which... considering the unease that surrounded all things related to mages since last season, proved to be both ironic and perhaps even a bit unnerving for once. For as much as she searched for a lick of magic among her own peers, she didn't doubt that many others were watching as well.

But the day had been largely uneventful. Amaryllis stepped into the frigid air, wrapping the fur line cloak tighter around her shoulders and adjusted her wings to settle on either side of her, rather than folded tightly behind, to block the worst of the howling wind and the cold it brought with it. Even with the hood raised and covering her head, her platinum blond hair flew around her. Aside from the howl of wind, the darkness brought with it no noise except for the occasional feral cat.

The half-breed walked down the winding alleys, her pace steady but not in any real hurry, grateful that the walls now shielded her from the worst of the winter gusts. If not for the layers upon layers of clothes she'd draped on, the cold's icy claws would have claimed her as an icicle by now. Her thoughts drifted for the moment to the promise of a warm hearth and the crackle of embers when she slowed to a pause at the sight of a man shrouded in shadow blocking the exit of the alley.

Amaryllis' eyes narrowed, silent for the moment, one hand slipping to the sai strapped to her waist.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" The man drawled. He stepped into the beam of moonlight between them, revealing tan face, marred with several scars, and deep set eyes the color of wet grass beneath dark brows. His hand rested casually on his belt, over the hilt of the sword strapped to it, his grin toothy and wicked.

"Do I know you?" Amaryllis asked sharply. The wind seemed to have slipped between the alleys; her companion in this dreary night. It whistled between them, but the man didn't seem to take note. The half-breed heard the telltale sound of falling footsteps behind her, and chanced a glance over her shoulder to find another, broader man blocking the way she'd come.

"No, but we know you, darlin'," came the first man's response, running a callused hand through his cropped black hair. "Arthur's girl, am I right? His brother is mighty peeved you offed him and escaped with the crime the way you did. I believe you owe him somethin'." There was a glint in his eyes that made the actor squeeze her hands into tight fists, jaw set. Arthur. She hadn't heard that name in a while, hadn't even bothered to waste her thoughts on his memory. He'd been a pawn, her master, but a pawn all the same. And she was no longer a slave.

"Please do send my apologies to Raiden," she answered, her voice deceptively sweet. "I was merely acting in self defense. If he would like recompense he can come himself and I'd be more than glad to settle--"

"He doesn't want to settle, girl," the broader man barked a laugh behind her back. "He wants you."

The side of her lip twitched into a smirk. She was no match for the both of them, not as she remained, trapped between walls. Flying was also not an option, so long as the broad shouldered hunter carried a heavy crossbow in hand. Amaryllis measured her options and glanced between them once again, watching their slow measured steps, listening to the frantic, excited hums of the wind as it began to howl around her. And in the darkness, she saw the sweep of faint snowflakes carried with the breeze, down an opening to her left. Without another word, she broke into a run, down the alley swallowed by pulsing darkness, listening to the echo of her footsteps.
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[Midtown] Nobody's Sarding Hero

Postby Caius Gawyne » Thu Mar 22, 2018 3:58 pm

He heard the voices, the familiar tones of conflict in their words over the wind. Caius listened for a bit or two, pressed up against the cold stone, and while he couldn't hear every word spoken, but it was the sound of footsteps that caught his attention. Drawing his saber quickly, the northern noble shifted on his feet and tensed for combat, suddenly aware of the figure that burst into the alley. She wasn't charging him, though—no, the woman was clearly running from someone else.

Or two someones. The two men obviously chose to give chase, though the one with the crossbow paused and braced the weapon against himself, raising it to take aim at the fleeing woman, the woman who the young Gawyne quickly noticed had wings. He waited for a moment, however, his weapon most likely a sudden glint in the darkness, not wanting to step out on her path so much as distract who he assumed were her assailants. The two men didn't look to be Knights or Hand in the ruddy glow of lantern flames, and so as far as the Lord Arbiter was concerned, they weren't his jurisdiction to protect.

The other man stepped into the alley in pursuit and Caius was close enough to leap out at him before the first man could shoot, literally shouldering him into the middle of the narrow space with a cloud of breath hissed from clenched teeth. The timing was almost perfect with the snap and twang of the heavy crossbow, the northern noble attempting to twist both their bodies so that the woman's attacker became a shield for both of them. His motion wasn't as well-planned and the bolt nearly missed them both, glancing off the shoulder of the winded man, causing his breath to leave his lungs in a whine of pain. The bolt skittered to one side, clattering against the alley wall instead of finding the woman as its target.

"Who the fek 're you." Hissed the wounded man as he planted his feet, almost slipping on the snow, to shove back against Caius and knock the taller, lighter man a step or two away from him, wildly attempting to keep an eye on the fleeing woman as well as the new man with the sword. He caught the color of his cloak and sneered.

The other, larger, broad-shouldered man was running toward them now, and Caius wasn't quite sure he could take them both, but he took another step back and readied himself to try. The other man held his crossbow as if he was going to bludgeon someone with it, meaty hands grasping the butt of it and raising it to swing with.

Bogs.

"Just a servant of the Crown." The young Gawyne growled, "And yourself?"

"None o' your fekkin' business." The larger man rumbled, barely giving Caius a chance to duck his forceful swing with the crossbow. The northern noble simply assumed the woman would keep running, would leave him alone to deal with her mess, which perhaps wasn't ideal. As he ducked the swing he made a jab of his own, flicking his saber quickly in order to catch the forearm of the larger man and slice it deeply from elbow to wrist, eliciting a howl of pain that rang out in the alley.

"Oh, I doubt that. Better keep it down if you don't want a patrol to come to my aid." Caius grinned, his threat full of bravado as his pulse picked up in his ears and his heart beat faster against the ice-like fracture that marked his chest, "You still have a chance to evade arrest if you run the other way."

"Nah. We'll just leave your body for your Ashcloak friends to find later." Smirked the other man, drawing a sword of his own, "I've got this prissy thing. Don't let her get away, damn it."

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[Midtown] Nobody's Sarding Hero

Postby Aeodan » Thu Jun 14, 2018 2:49 pm

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[Midtown] Nobody's Sarding Hero

Postby Aeodan » Fri Jun 15, 2018 12:48 am

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Name: Caius

Points: 15

Skill Knowledge:

Caius Gawyne

Skill Knowledge:
• Research: Knowing when your sources are limited
• Research: Gleaning facts even from the most paltry of sources
• Stealth: Using the darkness of Cylus to your advantage
• Stealth: Leaping from the shadows for a surprise attack
• Unarmed Combat (Grappling): The shoulder slam
• Unarmed Combat (Grappling): Using a grappled opponent as a body shield
• Unarmed Combat (Grappling): Recovering your footing
• Blades (Saber): The quick riposte

Non-Skill Knowledge:
• Religion: Mastes, Immortal of Compulsion, Trickery, and Vices
• Religion: Kata, Immortal of Insanity, Injustice, and Ruin
• Religion: Syroa, Immortal of Acting, Fury, Lust, and Transformation
• Religion: Immortals have allies and enemies amongst themselves
• Religion: Mastes and Kata are allies with Syroa
• Religion: Mastes and Kata are enemies of Ziell

Loot: No
Injuries/Overstepping: N/A
Renown: Nah
Collaboration: Yes.
Magic EXP: Ew. Never.


Comments: That snarky bastard. Seriously, I don't know how he didn't get punched every trial. This could have been a really great thread. I'm sad it didn't continue.

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