Saint of Light

Closed RP blog for Artur from Fire Emblem The Sacred Stones. Associated with FERP

[apricitus-renairius]

Cheese-it! (Open, School AU)

Artur adjusted his tie and vest, taking care to brush off any crumbs or stray bits that might cling to his clothing. It was picture day, and he wanted to look his best. He took one last peek in the bathroom mirror before heading to the auditorium.

He made his way to the long line-up of his class, occasionally checking his phone to see if there were any texts from friends or family. Nothing yet, but usually any texts would be sent at lunch time anyway. He was checking for one in particular - he was checking for a text from his cousin, who was planning on picking him up and driving him to the nearby pizza joint.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He screwed his face as he looked down, "I'm so sorry!"

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

[angelface1991]

🌹 luxury asks. 🌹

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

pearls: what’s something about your personality that surprises others?

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

sheet mask: what’s your favorite lazy activity?

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don’t drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

[apricitus-renairius]

the star?

Artur rocked a little in his chair, “What is this card? The Star? Hmm....Am I an optimist? It really depends - most of the time, I can muster a positive thought for someone and believe everything will be okay. Sometimes, though...” he paused for only a second, “I can’t think of any good outcome for a situation.”

[apricitus-renairius]

Lemongrass, Brother Artur?

Artur leans back in his chair, “My favourite childhood tale is of the dragon child. So fortunate that we’ve actually met a dragon in the form of a winged child.” He taps the table as he slowly recounts the tale.

“A dragon girl walked into town, her wings uncovered by her cloak. The townsfolk shunned her, threw rocks at her, and tried to chase her away. Crying and dejected, she stumbled upon the home of a young woman. The woman took her in and took care of her, not expecting anything in return. She treated the dragon girl as her daughter.

“After weeks of taking care of the girl, the woman finally asked the girl who she was. The girl replied that she was a dragon, and that because of her kindness, the woman would be the only one spared by her kin.”

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur stood still, leaning over his tiller and looked at the woman through half-lidded eyes. “I see. I suppose you came from one of those mysterious gates scattered across the world? I have seen some travelers from other realms, but most times they stumble through those gates by accident. Are you lost? Or did you venture into one of the gates on purpose?”

He pulled back a little, realizing that he might have asked way too many questions. He was fascinated by what the woman had told him, and his thoughts went back to Caer Pelyn and Saleh. “I hope you get to visit that place soon, it’s beautiful. I could maybe take you there.”

Artur forgot all about the near heat stroke, but he found himself becoming faint again, “Oh, if you could cool me, I would appreciate that so much.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Hm, how much would be too much to say? “I wanted to see a different land, Sir.” Honest enough an answer. Deirdre noted that the stranger’s eyes were half open. She moved slightly closer, ready to catch him on her staff.

As curious as she was about this place, Deirdre hadn’t determined if this man was the sort of person who would condemn her for her lineage. “I am intrigued by this place, but I am more concerned about you…”

Light magic came the easiest to her of all attack magics, but Deirdre had a decent grasp of wind magic. She muttered a basic spell, trying to imagine the tales her childhood storybooks had told her about Silesse. Snow, ice, brisk air… She shivered as a sudden chill surrounded the pair.

[apricitus-renairius]

As soon as the brisk air hit his bare skin, Artur perked right up. “Ahh...thank you so much. That feels much better!” He continued onto the last patch of land to be fallowed, then raked along it with the tiller.

“There, that should be the last of it. I think they can forgive me for wanting to show a curious soul around this place, especially someone so helpful.”

Artur smiled, “I live in Renais, which isn’t too far from here. I’ll show you around the town; we’ve got a monastery, we’ve got a market...” He stopped himself, “Oh, I should introduce myself. I’m Artur.”

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur stood still, leaning over his tiller and looked at the woman through half-lidded eyes. “I see. I suppose you came from one of those mysterious gates scattered across the world? I have seen some travelers from other realms, but most times they stumble through those gates by accident. Are you lost? Or did you venture into one of the gates on purpose?”

He pulled back a little, realizing that he might have asked way too many questions. He was fascinated by what the woman had told him, and his thoughts went back to Caer Pelyn and Saleh. “I hope you get to visit that place soon, it’s beautiful. I could maybe take you there.”

Artur forgot all about the near heat stroke, but he found himself becoming faint again, “Oh, if you could cool me, I would appreciate that so much.”

[chai-tea-phone-tree]

send me a cup of tea

Cinnamon: What’s your favorite smell?

Vanilla: How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?

Jasmine: Are you currently in a relationship?

Peppermint: Sweater weather or beach days?

Dandelion: Have you ever tried to garden?

Hibiscus: Where would you want to go on your next vacation?

Peach: Can you cook or bake?

Chai: Favorite color combination?

English Breakfast: Have you eaten today?

Earl Grey: Do you like your middle name?

Matcha: Iced tea or hot tea?

Raspberry: Do you have a work-out routine?

Lemongrass: Favorite childhood bedtime story?

Spearmint: What’s an interesting fact about you?

Chamomile: How would you describe your laugh?

[pheraescourage]

apricitus-renairius​:

By the time Eliwood returned, Artur had already fed the fern its blood meal. He quickly bandaged up his hand using a strip of upholstery from the chair at the desk, “When we take this thing home, we’ll need to stop and get a supply of bandages and disinfectant.”

His amber eyes laid upon the box. That precious box that would save their lives in that moment, but it first had to be pried open. He let out a small whimper as the claws of the beast began to scrape at the door, nearly ripping it off then and there. Unfortunately, it appeared the door was made of a rather weak particle board - the giant bird was able to shove a claw through.

“The box appears to be wooden, but a tough wood. We’ll need to smash into it with something. I thought I saw a hammer around here. I’ll go look for it while you guard the box. Even a lockpick would work in this circumstance.”

He started his search for a lockpick or a hammer, whichever reached his hand first.

Frustration loomed beneath Eliwood’s crumbling calm countenance. Despite successfully locating the lockbox, it seemed that acquiring the tools necessary to obtain their victory would not be so easily accessible—an unfortunate circumstance given the urgency of the situation. Anxiety he had been desperately trying to suppress had already begun to creep upon his expression, eroding away his confidence. The beast would not wait for them; it was already clawing through the door, and would soon begin to tear apart the barricade they had created within. They had minutes, maybe even seconds, before they would have no choice but to repel the beast with force.

Though Artur had instructed him to guard the lockbox until he returned with something suitable to bash open its lock, Eliwood could not rationalize doing nothing. Instead, while remaining within close proximity to their precious resource, he began searching for anything he could use as a makeshift weapon. Among the rubble and clutter, he found a two-by-four. It was hardly anything remarkable, but it would, at the very least, do a bit of damage.

Cautiously, Eliwood approached the door, watching as the claw penetrated through its splintering wood once, then twice, before it appeared to be stuck. It wriggled wildly, attempting to free itself, and Eliwood took the opportunity to fight back. Drawing his arm back, he swung the two-by-four with all his might, smashing the claw against the door. A terrible roar pierced his ears, and the creature temporarily retreated its claw, though it was likely to strike again.

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur finally found something among the rubble - a very long hair pin. He jabbed into the lock with the pin, wriggling it around until he heard a click. He opened the box carefully, revealing a single golden bullet that would fit well in a revolver.

“Eliwood, it’s open! There’s a golden bullet inside. Presumably, if we shoot that thing, the bullet will immediately kill it. I hope.”

He searched around for the matching revolver, finding it in the same closet where the lockbox had been, then rushed back. He looked to Eliwood, then to the door, then back to Eliwood.

“Which of us should do the honours? You or I?”

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[spiritforestdweller]

Deirdre thought this world was called Magvel or something like that. The Outrealm Gates we’re starting to show up more and more often in the Spirit Forest. She relished the opportunity to escape the burdens of her cursed bloodline. Assuming, of course, that no one here knew about Loptyr.

She did miss the shade the forest provided, though. Although her light hair did not absorb too much sunlight, its heaviness made for difficult traveling in the heat. Grandmother had always begged her to put it up at times, but Deirdre was stubborn about it. Her hair kept the insects away, at least.

She was brushing it away from her face, as usual, when she noticed a man working the fields stumble. He reached for his waterskin, at least; he must have had some expectation of the heat. As reluctant as she was to approach a stranger, especially a man, her healing nature compelled her.

“Are you all right, sir?”

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur looked up to see a woman with long, wavy lilac hair and eyes that seemed to match, just like his own amber eyes matched his equally orange hair. He nodded as he eased himself back up, but his legs quivered.

“Yes, I think I’ll be fine. Just got a little too involved in tilling is all. Farming’s hard work, and I hadn’t built up a lot of muscle.”

He gave a calm smile, “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you perhaps from another part of Magvel? I believe I’ve seen someone with similar hair as yours in Caer Pelyn. Perhaps you’re an oracle of sorts like that man’s grandmother? Well, I believe she was an oracle...don’t really know a whole terrible lot about him, actually.”

He opened up his tunic a little bit, revealing that his skin was glistening with heavy amounts of sweat, “Sorry about that, I have to open this up to let the sweat dry. This fabric doesn’t allow much wicking.”

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[luckychars]

deep tarot asks🧿

the fool: what journey have you recently started?

the magician: do you feel that you have the right tools and resources in your life to achieve your goals?

the high priestess: do you trust your intuition?

the empress: do you love yourself?

the emperor: do you believe you have control over your life?

the hierophant: what traditions or rituals or mantras have you created for yourself?

the lovers: do you feel alone? are you waiting for perfect harmony in your life?

the chariot: what forces are pulling you in opposite directions?

the hermit: how do you get in touch with your emotions?

strength: in what ways are you strongest?

wheel of fortune: do you feel like you are a victim of fate?

justice: do you believe in karma, or that hard work manifests as success?

the hanged man: are you truly open-minded?

death: have you had to bury another version of yourself? what came out of it?

temperance: have you found a comfortable balance in your life?

the devil: do you have everything you want? why do you want it?

the tower: what was the last reason you really cried?

the star: are you an optimist? why or why not?

the moon: what are you hiding from yourself or from others?

the sun: what makes you happiest?

judgment: are you sure that you want your life to head in the direction that it is?

the world: are you satisfied? do you love life or do you just tolerate it?

inspired by @nightmarevirgo’s super cute tarot questions

[pheraescourage]

apricitus-renairius​:

Artur eyed the room carefully, “Our best bet to look for gold is to see if he has a safety deposit box somewhere, anywhere. Once we find it, one of us at least will have to become a beast to be able to break it with brute strength, as none of us know the combination. That is, if we even find a safe in here. Even gold plating might work…”

He continued to flip through the notes, “Doesn’t say exactly how much, but it does say the mere touch of it was enough to cause a reaction.” He looked to the fern, “I volunteer to feed it first. I loathe the idea of this, but it seems we have no choice. It says that the fern has to reach the phase where it sheds spores. It seems to be well on its way - it’s at the fiddle head form.”

Artur put down the notes and sorted through the materials so everything was ready, “We will need to see if the man has any honey or sugar in here, since the plant is bitter to the point of emesis, much like ipecac, and the extract will lose its curative properties if cooked into anything.”

A shriek and clawing startled him from his thoughts, “Ah, we better do what we need to quickly, lest the old man tear into the house somehow. In this form, it’s impossible to tell how strong he actually is.”

Avoiding rotting clumps of feathers encrusted with blood, Eliwood stepped to the center of the room, considering Artur’s suggestion carefully. Where might the old man have stored a safe box? He wondered, scratching his cheek thoughtfully. Though normally he would have easily assumed the location would be none other than the bedroom, there was a uniqueness to this situation. Unlike most who stored away their precious metals and gems to safeguard them from thieves, the old man was instead locking them away for his own protection. With that in mind, Eliwood concluded that he would not have concealed it in his sleeping quarters.

The ginger-haired man instead traversed one of the previously unvisited halls, flinching as the floorboards creaked beneath his feet, as if a monster would launch itself from beneath. A lone closet at the end of the hallway captured Eliwood’s attention, and he rested his hands on the knob positioned on each side. Taking in a deep breath, he opened the doors quickly, relieved to find that no monsters or pests poured out from within. Shuffling a few boxes and linens aside, he located what he was looking for: a safe box. Sealed shut with a lock, as expected, and no key in sight. Retrieving the box from it’s home, Eliwood returned to the makeshift laboratory.

“I believe I’ve found it,” He replied, placing the box down on the desk with care, “it’s covered in dust…it likely has not been opened in some time. If I were to guess, this has to be the one with the precious metals the old man described.” 

[apricitus-renairius]

By the time Eliwood returned, Artur had already fed the fern its blood meal. He quickly bandaged up his hand using a strip of upholstery from the chair at the desk, “When we take this thing home, we’ll need to stop and get a supply of bandages and disinfectant.”

His amber eyes laid upon the box. That precious box that would save their lives in that moment, but it first had to be pried open. He let out a small whimper as the claws of the beast began to scrape at the door, nearly ripping it off then and there. Unfortunately, it appeared the door was made of a rather weak particle board - the giant bird was able to shove a claw through.

“The box appears to be wooden, but a tough wood. We’ll need to smash into it with something. I thought I saw a hammer around here. I’ll go look for it while you guard the box. Even a lockpick would work in this circumstance.”

He started his search for a lockpick or a hammer, whichever reached his hand first.

[apricitus-renairius]

Catherine? uwu

Artur reached into his pack and grabbed a brooch that his mother had given him when he was small. He grasped the brooch close to his chest and shed a tear, “This was my mother’s. She gave it to me shortly before she perished, so every time I hold it I think of her. I guess it’s like the keepsake that Neimi showed me once, the mirror.”

[apricitus-renairius]

MIDDLE- Events taking place during their journey. Sometimes, this can be light-hearted and fun.

Artur jumped, yelped. As he was studying one of the parts of the monsters that took over Valni Tower, it twitched and flicked its disembodied tentacle next to him. He gripped his tome and scrambled backward to put some distance between himself and the “dead” monster specimen. Even after dousing the part with light and effectively rendering it into ash wasn’t enough reassurance.

[pheraescourage]

apricitus-renairius​:

Artur nodded and leafed through the notes once more. He continued to gather more from the ground. Steadily, he pieced together the content and the timeline of the man’s descent into mutation. With his newfound courage, he laid down the timeline of events for Eliwood.

“These notes started one and a half years ago, so 18 months. The time the notes stopped was…about two months ago. So this disease progresses in over 16 months, and as mentioned in the note, it progresses in an exponential manner so it gets worse fairly quickly.”

He pointed to a point midway through, “This is our most interesting bit. Here, we find a potential cure for the illness, but we do not know whether it didn’t work because it was too late or if it just doesn’t work at all. Luckily, the both of us are just freshly infected. The potential cure seems to be an extract from a fern that grows in the marshes nearby, but it requires blood to grow and harvest.”

Artur looked to Eliwood, “Perhaps we can achieve that by poisoning. It does say here that he had a peculiar reaction to gold, that he felt ill upon touching it. Maybe gold will be the trick to bringing him down and weakening him enough to put him out of his misery.”

“Sixteen months…” Eliwood parroted, his words slow and his expression thoughtful. Bringing a hand to his chin, he pondered the timeline in the brief silence as Artur continued to sort through the scattered notes. Just a little over a year was hardly a generous amount of time, but it was certainly enough for the two to have a solid chance at discovering a cure for the disease that threatened their lives. If the disease progressed exponentially as Artur described, then it would be best for them to invest as much time as possible into the cure immediately. Success wasn’t guaranteed, but now they had a beacon of hope for survival, rather than the previous glimmer.

Artur’s words break Eliwood from his thoughts. Shifting his stance, he leaned in closely, peering over the monk’s shoulder at the notes of which he was referring. It was clear that the fern would require careful attention, requirements far beyond that of a typical house plant, but Eliwood had faith they could nurture it by any means necessary. The two were still healthy enough to provide the blood it required, and he was certain they could use one of the rooms of the cabin to create the perfect environment for the plant, or rather, any plant they needed. Of course, there was only one obstacle..

“The beast. I loathe taking the life of another being…but we have little choice,” He said, his expression notably falling with a frown plastered on his features, “he will surely attack us the moment we leave this cabin. My only comfort is the hope that the man would have wished for his death if he was unable to overcome this disease.” 

“How much gold do we need to accomplish this? Perhaps we can fashion a weapon or a tool of some sort…” Patting his pockets and searching his person, Eliwood looked for any jewelry he may have had on him, but found nothing–only a silver ring. He instead turned his eyes to the room, wondering if the old man had left any of the precious material behind.

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur eyed the room carefully, “Our best bet to look for gold is to see if he has a safety deposit box somewhere, anywhere. Once we find it, one of us at least will have to become a beast to be able to break it with brute strength, as none of us know the combination. That is, if we even find a safe in here. Even gold plating might work...”

He continued to flip through the notes, “Doesn’t say exactly how much, but it does say the mere touch of it was enough to cause a reaction.” He looked to the fern, “I volunteer to feed it first. I loathe the idea of this, but it seems we have no choice. It says that the fern has to reach the phase where it sheds spores. It seems to be well on its way - it’s at the fiddle head form.”

Artur put down the notes and sorted through the materials so everything was ready, “We will need to see if the man has any honey or sugar in here, since the plant is bitter to the point of emesis, much like ipecac, and the extract will lose its curative properties if cooked into anything.”

A shriek and clawing startled him from his thoughts, “Ah, we better do what we need to quickly, lest the old man tear into the house somehow. In this form, it’s impossible to tell how strong he actually is.”

[pheraescourage]

apricitus-renairius​:

“Therein lies the question - if he’s of the same affliction, why is he shifted in broad daylight? Does this mean…”

Artur scrambled around and flipped through the remaining notes. A stack of notes lay disturbed in the corner of the room. What he found in that stack made his heart sink. 

“If we do not get a cure soon, I fear that what happened to this man will happen to us. Soon, we will no longer be human ever again. In these notes, it says that this disease progressed to the point where he was a beast for a whole day, then a whole week, then a whole month. It stands to reason that the progression is exponential, and we’ll suffer the same fate if we don’t cure ourselves soon.”

More notes scattered around the ground, which Artur picked up in a panic. Desperately, he leafed through.

“We need to see if a cure lies within these pages. It may have been too late for him, but it’s not for us.”

Eliwood frowned solemnly, terror curling its black, crooked fingers around his heart as he desperately fought his rising panic. What was once fought to be a biweekly curse had now shaped itself into something far more dreadful: permanence. The loss of their own humanity. It was a frightening notion; a fate so horrific that trepidation had already surged throughout his body, stiffening his shoulders like the weight of a great burden. If he were to be twisted into that beastly form and chained from his humanity, surely his ability to reason would vanish. His ability to think, to love, to protect, to learn, and to grow would all fade to nothing in favor of murderous instinct. His aspirations would be shattered, only for the goal of spreading the curse to remain. 

Digging his fingernails into his clenched fists, Eliwood triumphed over the terror. He could not allow fear to immobilize him and prevent him from taking action to change his fate. No, he was stronger. He would overcome this disease, and reunite with his son. He had to.

“Then we shall do what he could not,” He stated with determined, placing a steadying hand on Artur’s shoulder, “it is clear by these records that he had well-documented his situation until the very end. Surely this documentation also describes his mistakes; mistakes that we must be careful not to repeat. He must have also dedicated a significant amount of time to build this lab…perhaps we can use it for our own research.” Kneeling down, Eliwood began to retrieve some of the loose papers from the floor, careful to place them in chronological order.

“We should find his earliest notes,” Eliwood suggested, “perhaps that will give us a timeline for how long we have to find a cure. As for the winged beast…it may be in our best interest to aid him in reaching his final slumber…”

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur nodded and leafed through the notes once more. He continued to gather more from the ground. Steadily, he pieced together the content and the timeline of the man’s descent into mutation. With his newfound courage, he laid down the timeline of events for Eliwood.

“These notes started one and a half years ago, so 18 months. The time the notes stopped was...about two months ago. So this disease progresses in over 16 months, and as mentioned in the note, it progresses in an exponential manner so it gets worse fairly quickly.”

He pointed to a point midway through, “This is our most interesting bit. Here, we find a potential cure for the illness, but we do not know whether it didn’t work because it was too late or if it just doesn’t work at all. Luckily, the both of us are just freshly infected. The potential cure seems to be an extract from a fern that grows in the marshes nearby, but it requires blood to grow and harvest.”

Artur looked to Eliwood, “Perhaps we can achieve that by poisoning. It does say here that he had a peculiar reaction to gold, that he felt ill upon touching it. Maybe gold will be the trick to bringing him down and weakening him enough to put him out of his misery.”