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MessageSujet: Faelir's Rest   Jeu 10 Mai - 17:02

Not much could be said of these cold ruins. The wind blows through the old and broken buildings of this once sizable city.





"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???
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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest   Jeu 10 Mai - 17:13

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“Greetings, Kayné of the Fal’Or.

There is no need to be scared, you are safe for now.

I called you here because there are some things you need to see. Some things you need to understand. You have traveled far and wide, across different times. You have talents that are long lost to this world, and that makes you a unique piece on the chess board. The same goes for your friends. Each one of you brings something to the table when drawn together, something genuinely different. Different sets of skills, different knowledge, different perspectives too. And of course, different goals and purposes.

The entirety of what you all are is what allowed you to save one of the greatest cities of your lifetime. Or should I say "lifetimes" in your case? Every one of you needed to be there to stop it without risking the death of one of you. And, trust me when I say this: The death of a single one of you is a greater blow in the war we wage than the loss of a city like Dormnuill. Had I not been confident in your ability to pull through these trials, I would have made sure you were all very far from Danea when the city faced Oblivion.

In any case, your story is a very peculiar one, princess. Even to me, all things are uncertain. But I know you will be linked to too many coming events for me to not pay attention to your particular fate.
And so I must make sure you have an even greater mind. A richer spirit. Enough wisdom to make it count. Many things will depend on you, see. And when it matters most, I need you to make the right decisions.

To decide when to inflict retribution or to show mercy.
To let go of wrath or to embrace it.
To avenge… And to forgive.

And so I prepared this “Bubble” for you. The events which happen here are irrelevant to both of us. But, hopefully, after seeing this, you will understand. It is my hope that you come out of this experience as a greater person.

And…that perhaps, you will one day forgive me.”



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Kayné opened her eyes. She was standing still, her boots in deep snow. It took a few blinks for her eyes to get used to the lighting. Turning around, she realized she was in the open.



Or rather, she was in standing amongst old ruins she did not recognize. A cold wind blew through the ruins around her, a reminder that she was, at least, alive. The sun was high in the sky, but did not seem to provide the huntress with any warmth. Come to think of it…

That was weird. There was something off with the sun.

Come to think of it, despite the sun’s position indicating the time of the day was around noon, the amount of sunlight in her surroundings seemed to indicate it was already late in the afternoon, almost dusk. Kayné soon understood the reason for the contrary signals her senses were giving her.

The sun was… weak. Barely strong enough to illuminate this middle of the day, let alone provide warmth in this cold place. One could look directly at the sky without any form of eye protection without risking any eye damage. It is almost as if there was an eclipse , but nothing was blocking the sun rays from reaching the Earth.

What a peculiar situation indeed.

Except for her own breath and the wind howling through the ruins, nothing could be heard around her. She was probably alone.

What does the huntress do?




"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???
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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest   Jeu 10 Mai - 20:59

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Kayné awoke, well, rather came to let's say, in an unfamiliar place, having heard an introduction from an all too unfamiliar and peculiar voice.  

The change in scenery was radical. Before she had time to ponder any of the voice's cryptic words she first had to take in her surroundings.

To start with, the was a drastic change in lighting. Her eyes took a couple seconds to adapt. Despite the apparent paleness of this place, it was still considerably brighter than whenever she was before. Which was...? Ah, yes! Something about Nanonephar. Something about a dark forest. Something about saving princess Lucy from the undead and her blitch of a mother. Come to think of it, they had reached some ruins like those.

But those weren't it were they?

She quickly raised her eyes to the sky.

It was pale and empty, but still somewhat towards the blue side of the spectrum. Plus going by the sun, the time was probably somewhere around noon. All in all, this was a far shot from her previous location's perpetual twilight. At the very least this was not Nanonephar.

The temperature was an additional good tell of this, as she realized shortly after her arrival. While the forest she was previously in was no beach of Costa del Parasol, it definitely wasn't as chilly as this place.

While Jury's armor was not a bad thing to wear in this new environment, Kayné felt she could definitely do better. As such, she summoned her hunter's armor, for greater ease of movement and for the warmth provided by its fur.


Ka'clo:
 

She then readjusted the two blades on her side (VV) and the one on her back (Jury's blade), to make sure everything was in place and ready to go in case of emergency. An emergency that probably would not come any time soon, as the ruins around her seemed alarmingly empty.

Having no real time to think yet, she just made a few spins on herself to check her immediate zone, make sure there was definitely no danger present, if nothing else.

But then again, that voice, however that was, did mention she was safe for now. Going by her current situation, it seemed like trusting (or at least listening to) that person was her best bet. Plus the voice clearly knew much, way too much! More than any normal person would know.

This alarmed the young woman somewhat, who always had a tendency to tense up as soon as the words Fal'or were mentioned (ever since her waking in present Haerii). That was not a name people knew, that was not a name anyone knew in theory! That was why she had had such a hard time finding out where her village was or even if she were in the same world. It was something she herself dared not speak of, from fear of betraying the secrecy of her village and their ways. If none here knew about them, then it was best that it remained this way.

Yet this person knew of that. Even stranger, he knew of her, somewhat awkward time traveling adventures. He knew she was a princess, and apparently, he also knew something of her fate. He also knew they had saved Dormnuill, but that one made the papers, so slightly less impressive. Still, that person had the potential to be both incredibly dangerous and tremendously useful. He could become a mortal enemy that had to be slain at any cost, or a saviour able to reveal to her truths upon truths. Where is her village? What happened to her in the past? What happened to her in the future, if he indeed saw it? What was this whole talk of friends and fates and choices? It sounded pretty important, she figured she should ask.

Maybe, just maybe, the answers and that person were to be found in the ruins ahead. Time to get going.

Now then, where was that obnoxious wolf of hers...

Not here.

For some reason, this did not come as much of a surprise. She did not even bother whistling for him.

After all, if she had been teleported somewhere far off, whistling hard enough to call her mount would have been a feat worthy of the heroes of legends, and she was definitely not on that level. Not anymore at least.


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As the realization that she was definitely nowhere near Nanonephar slowly settled in her mind, a new, somewhat dreadful question came to nag at her, as she slowly, carefully, made her way around the ruins.

If this was not Nanonephar, then where was she? Why?

Having gone through a traumatic experience not entirely unlike what she was experiencing now, she found it hard to stem her nervousness.

Alone? Again?

No. Please no!

Not again...

What was this place even? Was it even the same world as the one she was previously in?

It didn't feel like it! Not with this sun!

Had she jumped worlds again or something?

Had she... Had she turned into a crystal statue again? How did that even work? Was she now several years, centuries, millennia even apart from her newfound friends? The prospect was heart wrecking. But she could not allow herself to despair, so she marched on, trying her hardest to convince herself none of this was the case. That it was all some dream, some bad trick, an illusion, shenanigans of the Pathway if that's what it took.

Everything not to lose everything again. That would be too much.

Chances were, if this world was as dead as it looked at that moment, if she was the only person left in the entire world... That would have been too much for anyone.

As she explored the ruins, she tried to feel the pull of all her objects scattered around the world. To no avail. This did very little to reassure her.

Noticing her plummeting morale, her blades found it helpful to offer what were to be reassuring words.


Vice (purple blade, male voice): << Steady there love! >>

Virtue (white blade, female voice): << This does not mean anything! This has happened before! Do not let it get to you. >>

Vice: << Do not falter now. >>

Kayné answered them half distracted by her exploring and her thoughts. Their words had not done much for her stress but at least they had brought forth a sorrowful smile. Her mood was slightly better, a victory if any were to be taken.

Kayné: " You guys are right. It's just... I'm not at ease with this. But we'll get through this! Somehow... "

Determined as she may have wanted to seem, the fact remained there was not much to be made of her current situation. If she found nothing in the ruins she would have to seek a way out of them. Then a vantage point to scan the landscape. Find a way home perhaps.

Yet, she had a feeling, half way between a peasant expectation and the fear of finding out something terrible, that she had not yet seen the end of this place. If she had been indeed brought here, by someone, as it seemed to be the case going by the voice earlier, then there was something that needed doing here. They wouldn't let her waltz off just like that.

Thinking these thoughts, she found renewed strength and resolve. There was hope for her. She had not gone off to some impossible to bear world. She was merely toyed with by someone. Probably. Anyway, anything that was none of her previous assumptions was a good enough outcome for her, even if she had to fight her way over a legion of enemies to get anywhere.

About the next step then.

What would a Kayné do?

Although unsure, she shouted with a loud voice.


Kayné: " Hello? If you are still here, I would definitely like to meet you! How is it you know of all these things? What is it you want me to do here? "

She was not convinced she would get an answer, but she was convinced it was worth the try.




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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest   Mer 16 Mai - 20:26

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How courageous. For a while, a rare uncertainty seemed to have struck the unstoppable Kayné. What would her friends say if they saw her like this?

Emilia would probably give her the coldest and warmest of hugs. Apollo would probably tactfully avoid mentioning her sadness, telling her to stop going alone to fight off bears in the forest while discreetly casting an incantation or two to lift her spirits up. Hell, maybe even the old Tessen would share some of his cheap wine with the huntress, one could dream after all.  
But we would never know, for at that particular moment, Kayné was alone.

Alone with her blades, for her trusty followers would not abandon their princess. Such was her gift and such was the loyalty she inspired in them. As the Anaurites would say, "trust your steel more than you trust yourself, for steel doesn't make mistakes".

Does that apply to swords with souls, however?

No matter. The Princess would not let herself be beaten in such a manner. Gathering her resolve, she rose once again. She would not be beaten down so easily.


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Her first reflex was a call.

Kayné: " Hello? If you are still here, I would definitely like to meet you! How is it you know of all these things? What is it you want me to do here? "

As if to answer her, something rose from beneath the heavy snow, and rushed towards Kayné at full speed. Such speed. Such agility. A hundred kilos worth of muscle and claw plunged their way to Kayné, destabilizing her and pushing her into the snow.
A thick, humid tongue made its way through Kayné's cheek. Drooling, his three tails whipping through the air, and apparently happy to have found its mistress again, Ka'el repeatedly licked her mistress all over the face, apparently no longer worried now that he was no longer alone.

Finally. At last, some good news.
Kayné's call through the ruins seemed to awaken something else too, however.


Ambiance:
 

A few meters away from the princess and the wolf, something seemed to rise from beneath the snow.

Something else than a friendly wolf. In a sound of hissing metal and trampled snow, various pieces of an empty armor rose from the snow and assembled into an ominous construct.


Construct:
 

Even as it assembled, the construct seemed to acknowledge Kayné's presence. When the final pieces of its scaled armor and plated gloves came together, it pointed its spear towards Kayné. Voiceless, the armor assumed a battle stance, in the singular clanking noise of a hollow armor moving on its own.

The wind seemed to convey other similar noises from different directions around Kayné. Behind other ruined buildings, in some other empty streets of this ruined city, some..-things- seemed to wake up.




"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???
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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest   Sam 26 Mai - 9:08

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As he broke through the last Hollowed, Apollo immediately turned to Kayné, and finally deemed it was a good time to answer to her.

Apollo: "That's done. We really should run now, more Hollowed are likely on their way, between your earlier call and your pet's howl, they'll want to storm this place before long."

As if to confirm Apollo's statement, a powerful horn was blown in the distance.

Emilia: "They're waking up now. Get a move on, people!"

The next fifteen minutes were spent getting away from the plaza Kayné had landed in, as quickly and as stealthily as possible. The Horn seemed to have awakened the sleeping Hollowed, as they were now awake and actively searching for something.

Probably them.

Luckily, all members of this crew were quite dexterous, and the Hollowed made for poor sentries, relying on basic patterns rather than intelligent thought. Had living sentries been looking for them, Kayné guessed the same would not have happened.

That being said, there were quite a lot of Hollowed. Crawling, running and hiding from street to street, the group had crossed paths with several dozen Hollowed. Fighting their way out of this place would've proven difficult.


Emilia: "Let's head for the sewers. The Hollowed don't rest there. It should be safe."

Apollo nodded. The group made their way to a sewer entry, and walked in without a second thought.


[To Faelir's Rest - Beneath]




"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???


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MessageSujet: Re: Faelir's Rest   Dim 27 Mai - 20:19

And so the fighting had begun, and so the fighting had ended.

Long story short Ka’el was absolutely fine, Kayné a bit less so, though her wounds were light and not much to worry about. She found it easy to move around even with their presence, though of course, at the cost of pain. That was to be the last of her worries however, for there seemed to be nary a moment to rest.

More enemies were on the move.

At least that’s what said a newly arrived Apollo and Emillia. A horn sounding the alarm moments afterward came as pretty good sign they were right. Although there many questions the young lady wanted answered, she refrained, turning instead her attention on the task at hand.

To start with, she dispelled all leftover equipment, leaving around only Jury’s armour and blade, as well as her white and purple blades which she recovered. While doing so, she took a quick look at their opponent’s equipment (because she is a loot whore) as to the victor’s go the spoils and after all, there armours were quite the stuff. Sadly however, running around carrying this sort of thing with her was going to make it difficult to escape, so she regretfully focused mainly on the weapons left behind.


[If she sees anything that does not seem like complete crap, she hogs it.]

With the technicalities out of the way, she was now more than willing to follow the siblings where they would take her. Along the way, she made sure to properly handle the white wolf, so that he would not gather any more unwanted attention.

As for the hollowed, as they were called, although they seemed decent enough soldiers, Kayné struggled to see them as much else. The ones they were passing as they went along, proved completely inept at finding them, despite looking for them. Furthermore, for all the straightforwardness and eagerness their comrades had displayed earlier, the lot of them remained painfully slow.

While of course she knew better than to do it, the huntress did think it would be fun to try seeing how many of them they could fight off as part of a glorious last stand or escape or other similar thrill inducing situation. On the other hand, she also thought that even if they were spotted, it would be piss easy for her and her beast to escape. Though she knew not if that would be the case for the other two and naturally she refused to leave them behind.

Most important of all, having the speed and agility to outrun a hundred armours is fine, but you also need to know where you’re running of to. Something that was definitely not her case at the moment. For all she knew, the ruins could be going on for miles, and since she had no indication to the contrary, they might as well be full of enemies too.

Of course, mingling in all of that, a terrible bittersweet feeling she tried not to deal with quite yet, waiting for them to be safe before coming to terms with it. She was happy to see Apollo and Emilia again. She was happy that, wherever she was, she had met them again. Of course, she was also overtaken with happiness at the fact Emilia was alive, for that is what she was, by all accounts. However…

Emilia was alive.

That alone answered several questions, the answers non-too pleasant. What were the odds that after being shipped off to Psarosoupa, the siblings enjoyed a new look over and stumbled upon some legendary artefact or person, capable of resurrecting the dead? That these two would change so much both in the way they look and fight, despite not seeming more aged than what she knew them to be?

None.

This situation was a mess. Her mind was a mess.

It was all she could do, to follow stealthily behind the siblings with her pet in toe. Watching the hollowed, watching her saviours. Lost in thought, she barely noticed further chatter going on in her head, her possessions bickering out the result of the fighting and trying to make sense of their current predicament no doubt.

Jury’s blade seemed to be ranting in distasteful manner, pissed at what she determined to be a poor performance from her wielder.


Jury’s blade (female voice): << Pff, to think this woman defeated Jury! >>

Vice: << Oh, not this again! >>

Jury’s blade: << Yes! This again! That was pathetic! Despite using me the Blade-cutter, being unable to chop off a single gauntlet? She should be cleaving them in half! >>

Virtue: << Bold words for an oversized toothpick! You should be glad you’re seeing use at all, the girl has myriads of blades at her call, some of them, daggers sharper than what you’ve ever been. So how about you shut the fuck up and try actually cutting the opponent’s armour next time? Maybe that will do the trick! >>

Vice: << She has a point you know.  We won’t… >>

Jury’s blade: << FUCK YOU AND YOUR POINTS! >>

Jury’clo (the armour Kayné is currently wearing, also with a female voice): << ENOUGH! You are being a disgrace! Jury LOST! Deal. With. It. To the victor go the spoils. >>

Jury’s blade: << BUT…! >>

Jury’clo: << NO BUTS. That is the truth. You can stay bitter forever if you like it, but you’ll have to do so on your own and stop annoying the shit out of us. And for that matter, I don’t think the girl did bad at all given the situation! Not now, not then! >>

Jury’s blade: << Traitor! >>

Kayné: “ Silence. “

As the master’s will was made manifest, the quarrelling equipment was forced into silent contemplation. Wary of her present situation, the huntress had not shouted, as she probably would have been glad to do in any other situation. Instead, she had but whispered it, turning on her side towards Ka’el, to make it sim as if it was intended for him. At least he, seemed happy to oblige.

As they at last reached the safety of the sewers, Kayné could not help but whiff a small complaint as she walked over the threshold of what was to be their hiding place for the moment.


Kayné: “ Great. The sewers again. “

It was more of an unthought complaint than something directed at either member of the present company. But with that out of the way, she saw it fit to start talking a bit.

Her first comment was for Emilia. Offering one of her brightest smiles, she went:


Kayné: “ You are so pretty! “

Not that she wasn’t in her phantasmal form, if anything that one had a charm of its own, however, Kayné always preferred the colour of life. All the more so, now that it was wore by someone she liked so much.

Not expecting that comment of hers to bring much information on her current situation, she follow through with something for Apollo’s ears.


Kayné: “ So what have you been up to? “

[To Faelir's Rest - Beneath]




Voici le mot du directeur:

Meh.


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