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Delthea || Fire Emblem Gaiden / Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia || Closed RP Blog Affiliated with FERP

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[ ooc; thank you. ]

Unfortunately, after a short four months, I will be dropping Delthea. I’ve been busier than I once was during the school year, and I need some time to just focus on my own studies and work. This doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ll be out forever - I hope that I will be able to return, either as Delthea or perhaps another muse - but for now, my inactivity isn’t helping anybody, and there will hopefully be another Delthea-mun out there, who will be even better.

Thank you so much for a wonderful first group RP experience. I’ll never forget you guys. From experiencing all of your interactions to interacting with some of you firsthand, everything was amazing. I loved it all. All of you are some of the best people I’ve ever met and I hope that you guys stay awesome.

My personal blog is linked below, but you might have a better chance finding me on discord, haha. Just PM me on my personal if you want to reach out!  Also strange that the kpop thing was posted when I don’t even follow kpop so uh... whoops, sorry? I don’t know what that was about, but what a nice way to leave a group, haha.

Thank you once again. <3 Take care.

- Kai

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⚔️

⚔️- A memory about war

War was not about showing off, and Delthea learned that quickly.

She wished she had learned to run away from the green-haired boy as soon as she saw him. It was foolish for her to stay, and then to offer to join his army. Hah! Kicking Rigelian butt? More like mass murder.

Her feet were glued to the ground as she watched the world around her spin. Enemies attacking, wave after wave. Soldiers collapsing as they struggled against the horses and magic that enemy had. And Delthea realizing that the only way she could survive was to fight.

And fight she did, but the flames in her hand no longer carried the same excitement and joy of the past.

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🎈

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

Little dots in the sky.

Each dot, she thought, was a possibility. Many would lead her to the future she desired, the future in a beautiful city. Her dreams of marrying and being rich would be fulfilled as long as she followed the stars. She may have had power, but that wasn’t what she wanted; she was missing the freedom that she desired.

But something about leaning her head against the grass and looking up at the stars already made her happy. Something about glancing over at her brother and seeing his gentle smile…

That made her happier than freedom could.

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//🏡, 🔪?

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

“Luuuuuuu!”

Delthea grinned, running up towards the wooden table at their house. The table was covered in breadcrumbs and scratches and burn marks, and it was just a little taller than Delthea herself. Her head lined up exactly with the edge of the table, and since she wasn’t used to her new taller height, she always found herself running directly into it.

In her hand was a little cookie from the cookie jar - the one that she always had access to. There was a small bite taken out of it, but that didn’t matter to her. She continued to sprint in the wooden cottage, passing by the small collection of pots that her father and Luthier adored, along with the rack of cloaks that they had. The smell of firewood and smoke floated through the air, wrapping itself around each little crumb that collided with the ground.

As soon as Delthea saw her older, much taller brother, she stopped and waved the cookie around. “I got this for you! Happy birthday!”

Drabble Two under cut!

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

It was unfortunate that the first thing her mind ever went to was death.

The battle was raging, and the army was struggling. She watched as soldiers that once respected her, soldiers that she made some small talk with every once in a while, fell around her. Their weapons of steel and iron were nothing against the forces of Duma and his magic; they were too weak, but they were never strong in the first place.

Delthea’s shoulders were heaving. They felt heavy, wearing her down as continued to fight in the battlefield. Each breath became harder and harder as she threw more spells around, but she didn’t stop until the ball of purple flames grazed her face.

She collapsed, not from pain, but from shock. Her breaths were changing. They were becoming shallow and quick now. It hurt to breathe. Why did it hurt to breathe? Why was she like this? She wasn’t supposed to be scared, but she was. Everything felt wrong.

Everything was wrong.

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🐺- A memory about being alone

[ thank you for the ask and the wait! the cut below is due to length.   delthea is approximately 7/8 years old at this point. ]

“Come on!”

The woods were gradually darkening as Delthea sprinted into them. She danced around the vines and the thorns, being careful not to leave any cuts; the last thing she wanted was for her father to find out that she ran into the forest. However, the kids behind her were different. Their thumps on the grass were accompanied with loud cracks and the occasional loud “ouch,” sounds that made Delthea glance back for a moment.

Just a moment though. Most of the kids were usually fine and tried their best to catch up, so why would she stop? There was no need to do so, after all.

But the more she ran, the less she heard behind her. Perhaps that meant that the kids were learning how to be graceful, to be talented just like her.

But the darker the woods got, the less she heard behind her, until there was nothing but silence. Delthea paused when she arrived at a slight clearing - specks of the afternoon sun could be seen through the foliage. Her breaths were loud, her chest was heaving, but everything was still silent. She glanced back.

Nobody.

Her entire body swerved around to double check. All of them were gone? Just disappeared while running? Where would they possibly be then? She blinked, ignoring the feeling of panic in her chest. “Guys?”

Silence.

“G-Guys? Where are you?”

More silence.

Her friends were truly gone. She blinked more, letting her jaw fall open; she should have been more careful, shouldn’t she? If a handful of village kids got lost in the woods, and she couldn’t find them, then her father would get an earful about this and then she would get an earful of this and then Luthier would join in and lecture her along with her father and-

That would just be a situation she didn’t want to get into. She sighed, falling back onto the grass. Why couldn’t they just have caught up? Then not only could she have taken them on her adventure (the hideaway was only a few steps away, after all!) but then they could all have fun together. Giving the village kids joy was something that her father never did, so she had to take the responsibility of making people happy. 

Although, Delthea didn’t like admitting that she also did this to receive compliments on how cool she was. Which, well, she was. She could control fire, for Mila’s sake!

She closed her eyes. Hopefully they were alright. Hopefully they had made their way back to their boring village of the forest. They could go back and they’d just be missing their awesome ringleader, but they could deal.

Her heart was pounding and her breaths were heavy. From fear or from running, she wasn’t so sure, but she just wanted a break.

Just for a minute.

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excalibursage:

Oh, Delthea~ // Delthea + Luthier

Luthier wobbles a bit more as Delthea pulls and nudges him through the crowd by way of steering. This is certainly out of his comfort zone, and he had no idea why he agreed to doing it, but… surprisingly, he was finding it enjoyable. Somewhat. It was a nice feeling, sliding around on the ice.

And he wasn’t falling over his own feet like a neworn foal!

“You know, Delthea,“ he starts, ready to spit out a relatively useless piece of information. “Do you know why it’s possible to ice skate in the first place? It’s rather fascinating, the concept. The reason it works is due to this-“

Delthea, who was likely fed up with his ramble, had left him a little while ago, and now, he was careening towards a wall! Luthier yelps, swerving and kicking up some ice in the process. “Delthea!”

Delthea gives up as soon as she heard those three words: “Do you know...?” That usually means a rant, one that she really does not want to deal with now or, honestly, ever. She lets go of his hand and immediately swerves toward the wall. A sigh of exasperation escapes her lips and she only turns around once she’s a safe distance away from him.

“We’re having fun,” she points out, “so would you please shut up about concepts for once?” She shakes her head and lets her skates take her backwards.

Luthier looks as if he’s struggling on the ice, but Delthea wants confirmation that he won’t break out into another one of those long rambles before helping him. Hopefully it works.

However, she has her doubts.

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excalibursage:

“Reading is quite fun as is, thank you very much!” Luthier protests, refusing to let go of the railing. “And Spooks enjoys her walks, and so do I!”

She did have a point about renting the skates though. But not about the safety of the rink, however. “It most certainly is as dangerous as I think. Truly, there are so many things that can go wrong-”

He didn’t get any farther as he was yanked from the relative safety of the railing and onto the actual rink itself.

“Deltheaaaaaaaa-!” He yells, sliding unceremoniously across the ice and into a crowd of skaters. “Maybe I will tell Father after all!”

It was an empty threat, of course, but if it got her to leave him alone-

Well, that was if he lived long enough to do so; he careened into the crowd, falling onto his face and laying there until Delthea decides to fetch him.

“Will you tell Father? Then won’t you get in trouble too?” Delthea grins, skating over and looping around Luthier. “It’s not like you can get hurt here.”

She skids to a stop. “Well,” she begins, “unless the hockey kids go out of control. But at least they don’t just read and walk cats, of all things, unlike someone! Hurry up and stand back up!”

It takes her a moment before she realizes that she should probably extend her hand for Lu. There’s no way he would be able to get back up; he didn’t seem as if he would be moving anytime soon anyways. 

But what if he did get up due to her pestering? Delthea didn’t really want to bend down and lift him up and watch him stumble on the ice and fall again. She frowns, crossing her arms. “Luuuuu. I’m waiting!”

A few moments pass, and she finally extends her arm.

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“I wouldn’t get in trouble if I was the one who found you and brought you home!” Luthier retorts and gives her a reproachful glare from under his bangs.

He didn’t plan on following through, of course, and Delthea knew that (or so he thought she did). He never followed through on his threats to tell their father, but he always would tell her that to get her to shut up.

Like that actually ever worked.

He appraised her outstretched hand, gauging her offer for tricks. This time it seemed genuine, and he took it, unsteadily pulling himself to his feet.

“Now what?” He mutters, trying to not fall on his knees.

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Delthea glances down at Lu’s skates. They shake as he attempts to maintain balance; he has no idea what he’s doing on the ice. She tightens her grip on his hand and thinks for a moment. To get Lu back to the wall would be a hassle, but perhaps it would be the best idea as well. 

Yet again, the thought of teaching Luthier by pushing him around the ring would be very entertaining.

She grins. “Let’s try to get you through the kids! Ready?”

A gentle push and pull, and Delthea finds herself gliding along the ice again. She is moving much slower than she was before - perhaps Lu would find this speed much easier to handle.

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Divine Assistance { Open Starter }

Celica didn’t hate many things, but one of the sounds she despised the most was the disgusting oozing sound of a weapon coming out of terror’s rotten flesh. What made killing a revenant even worse was the putrid smell that emitted from the stab. She could kill ten thousands of the horrid monsters and Celica still wouldn’t be used to it.

The priestess shuddered at the creatures remains, and paused for a second in a vain attempt to delay the investable. This is the second horde this morning alone, she thought bitterly. Pinching her nose, she quickly drew her weapon out of the rotten thing, and stepped back quickly so she wouldn’t get the full effect of the potent smell.

“If only casting Seraphim didn’t take such a toll on my energy,” Celica said wistfully before making her way to join the rest of her group. She didn’t get very far, for she spotted someone trying to take on a small horde of monsters on their own.

Gritting her teeth and bracing herself for the horrid smell of a fried terror, Celica cast the Thunder spell a couple of times to eliminate them. With the terrors out of the way, she was able to talk to the person in question. “Are you alright?”

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Magic was intoxicating. There was something about the stance - palm raised, back straight, head up high - that strengthened the sense of security that settled in her stomach, for it conveyed to both her and her enemy that she had power. More power.

But monsters were different in that they didn’t care if you displayed a facade of confidence and strength. And Delthea had forgotten one key fact: that prodigies had limits, and she was quickly reaching hers. Casting the basic Fire spell weighed down on her shoulders more than she had planned. Seraphim nearly caused her to collapse. And as for Aura? She didn’t wish to think of it.

She raised her shaking hand warily. Flames flickered from her palm and emitted a burst of heat before dying away. She gritted her teeth: to fight would mean survival, and she needed to live. “Take-”

Lightning and sparks appeared, destroying the remaining terrors. Delthea watched, palm still raised, as they fell, one by one, until nothing was left other than the smell. She glanced over. The flames died in her palm. It took a few blinks before she could process what the woman said, but the reply came out almost immediately. “Yep! Thanks! That was so cool!”

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More Memories

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

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King Horik^^

[King Horik: Our muses are enemies]

There was something about this… child that pissed Larcei off. Normally, she didn’t pay kids much mind; they did their own thing, and she did hers. However, this girl… For whatever reason, her words punctured Larcei’s skin like a needle on fabric, and they weren’t afraid to cut across either.

There was a weight to the girl’s words: the weight of the utmost arrogance. The tone of someone who carried themselves in the highest manner despite having no substance on which to carry that manner on. Hollow arrogance, the worst kind.

They grated and ground against Larcei’s normally thick skin before she finally snapped.

And now here they were.

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astral-heir:

A cheeky grin spread across Larcei’s face. “Anytime.”

She took a bite of her own bread, watching the child closely. It seemed they were on friendly terms now, more or less. Her armor and clothing were also quite interesting; a mix of chocolate browns and butter yellows, not quite like anything she’d seen in Jugdral. This girl, who introduced herself as Delthea, stuck out like a sore thumb.

It’d be dangerous if something were to happen to such a young girl from a faraway land; Larcei didn’t know how close her ties were with the diplomatic powers of wherever-the-hell, but she did know that there were some unsavory people who’d take advantage of some innocent foreigner. Hm…

Larcei pulled out a dark brown cloak from her bag and walked over to Delthea, sizing her up. It’d be big, but it’d work. She flung it over her and crouched slightly to her height.

“You’ll blend in more with this; not everyone’s as nice as I am,” she muttered, tying the strings together. “Follow my lead, m’kay?”

Larcei faced south. “Now, then, we’re off!”

The cloak certainly didn’t look as heavy as it actually was. It weighed her down, it trailed the ground behind her, but it was good enough in that it covered her well. Delthea wasn’t the most comfortable with the cloak, although it would have to do for now.

“Thank you,” she said. She glanced down at the remaining piece of bread, before shoving it into her mouth. 

It felt more comfortable to hold the cloak together or maybe to just hold the strings - if Larcei was right, then Delthea really didn’t want to deal with people that were overly suspicious of her or something. What an adventure that would be, wouldn’t it?

She frowned slightly. Hopefully, the people in the village were actually decent and interesting, in some way. Looking back up at Larcei, she nodded.

“Let’s go!”

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excalibursage:

“Reading is quite fun as is, thank you very much!” Luthier protests, refusing to let go of the railing. “And Spooks enjoys her walks, and so do I!”

She did have a point about renting the skates though. But not about the safety of the rink, however. “It most certainly is as dangerous as I think. Truly, there are so many things that can go wrong-”

He didn’t get any farther as he was yanked from the relative safety of the railing and onto the actual rink itself.

“Deltheaaaaaaaa-!” He yells, sliding unceremoniously across the ice and into a crowd of skaters. “Maybe I will tell Father after all!”

It was an empty threat, of course, but if it got her to leave him alone-

Well, that was if he lived long enough to do so; he careened into the crowd, falling onto his face and laying there until Delthea decides to fetch him.

“Will you tell Father? Then won’t you get in trouble too?” Delthea grins, skating over and looping around Luthier. “It’s not like you can get hurt here.”

She skids to a stop. “Well,” she begins, “unless the hockey kids go out of control. But at least they don’t just read and walk cats, of all things, unlike someone! Hurry up and stand back up!”

It takes her a moment before she realizes that she should probably extend her hand for Lu. There’s no way he would be able to get back up; he didn’t seem as if he would be moving anytime soon anyways. 

But what if he did get up due to her pestering? Delthea didn’t really want to bend down and lift him up and watch him stumble on the ice and fall again. She frowns, crossing her arms. “Luuuuu. I’m waiting!”

A few moments pass, and she finally extends her arm.

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//🐣+Reverse^^

Orange hair. Brown and orange robes. This was the Luthier that she had known, the same Luthier that she once found annoying. He looked the same as he did when he left for Archanea, unlike Delthea, who had fading scars on her fingers and inflexible wrists.

She wondered if he still practiced magic.

But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind and sprung forwards, her dress fluttering as she did so. Her arms wrapped around Luthier, who was much shorter than she also remembered. “Lu! Where have you been? How’s Archanea? How’s everything?”

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Hello!

I’m really, really sorry about this, but I will be going on semi-hiatus (or, uh, I guess I’m technically on... uh...). This is because I’m getting more homework since we’re close to finals period and, well, yeah. 

Finals. They suck;

To anyone that I am threading with, sincere apologies that it’ll have to come to a halt! I’m looking forward to when we’ll be able to continue it^^

Thank you so much, and have a wonderful day/evening.

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King Horik^^

[King Horik: Our muses are enemies]

There was something about this… child that pissed Larcei off. Normally, she didn’t pay kids much mind; they did their own thing, and she did hers. However, this girl… For whatever reason, her words punctured Larcei’s skin like a needle on fabric, and they weren’t afraid to cut across either.

There was a weight to the girl’s words: the weight of the utmost arrogance. The tone of someone who carried themselves in the highest manner despite having no substance on which to carry that manner on. Hollow arrogance, the worst kind.

They grated and ground against Larcei’s normally thick skin before she finally snapped.

And now here they were.

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A place to stay…

That was something that Delthea had nearly forgotten about. If it was going to be dark soon, then she should start looking for somewhere to stay instead of (unintentionally, she claimed) arguing and picking fights with people.

Staying with Larcei didn’t seem very tempting, but there wasn’t anything else that she could do. Accepting her offer would mean that they would actually have to talk, and perhaps there would be some time where she could redeem herself: mostly in that she was special. There was some part of her that was actually sorry when apologizing before, but that didn’t feel quite enough yet, nor did she feel like expanding on it.

Another part of her mainly wanted to stay with Larcei since being alone terrified her.

“No.” She sucked in a breath. “If you’re offering one… I dunno. I’ll take it. Would you mind? If not, I guess, uh, I can go to some town…”

“You’re not going anywhere around here without me,” Larcei stated firmly, rising up from her place on the tree. “Going anywhere alone is dangerous, especially when you’re somewhere as far from home as this.”

She fished out a spare roll of bread and tossed it over to the girl. “We’re heading for a town just a bit of a ways south; if we hurry, we can make it before dark.”

She gestured south, trying to recall if there were any hazards down the road. Northern Thracia, while it was a far cry from a wasteland, had its own dangers that one could never be too cautious about.

“By th’ way, my name’s Larcei. You?”

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“Oh!” Delthea fumbles with the bread when it is thrown at her, partly because she was rather surprised at the response. Even though she had hoped that Larcei would say yes, she never really expected that she would. “Really? I mean, well, thanks.”

She pulled a small chunk of bread and shoved it into her mouth. It was new to her and somehow oddly different compared to Valentian bread, but she swallowed it all the same. It was good, and it was food; she couldn’t complain.

“Alright, Larcei.” She grinned. “I’m Delthea. And lead the way - I can’t wait to see the village!”

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excalibursage:

beyondthegods:

“Good.” Delthea sighs a breath of relief at his response. Overprotective parents were hard to deal with, and she always found it strange how her own father worried more about her than she did Luthier. 

Her feet slip on the ice. She nearly falls right on the railing again, but she manages to catch herself. “I’m not cold. You’re just probably cold because you aren’t on the ice. Hurry up!”

She watches Luthier as he heads over to the skate rentals. Putting them on and then walking to the rink already looks like a chore - Lu never had the best sense of balance, but it was really showing here. Her skates push off as she begins to follow him, watching while he steps onto the ice.

He is struggling. There’s no control in his movements. Delthea is sure that she was nothing like this when she first started, and to watch Luthier flail around as he attempts to grasp the railing is hilarious. She stifles a quiet giggle, but that fails and she erupts into laughter.

It takes some time for her to quiet down. “Oh, first,” she says, skating over to clasp Luthier’s hands, “I’m gonna teach you how to skate!”

With her hand wrapped around his, she drags him away from the wall.

Luthier splutters in response. “B-But i jus- no. I’m just here to supervise you, not actually play in your games.”

He still clings to the railing until she overbalences him and causes him to fall over onto his knees. “Are you sure this is safe for everyone? It doesn’t seem that way.”

Okay, so maybe he was overexaggerating like he always was. But his point still stood. What if you fell over and cracked your head on the ice or railing? No, no, this wasn’t for him.

Pulling himself to his feet and clinging to the railing once more before she could try to drag him off, he shakes his head.

“I would like to keep both my dignity and head intact, thank you very much,” he mutters. “And you were enjoying this much more than when I appeared. I have a nice book in my satchel that I want to read, so I’ll stay here and watch you just so that Father doesn’t tell at the both of us.”

“Boooooring,” Delthea drawls. “The only way you can have fun is by getting out of your books. You don’t even do anything but read and walk Spooks - what fun do you get out of that?”

She takes his hand once more, nearly crashing into another skater as she does so. A yelp escapes, but she covers it with a hand. Whoops. Looking around before doing anything on the rink would probably be smart. However, Delthea never really remembered this rule, nor would she care; other skaters should be able to maneuver around her. Right?

Delthea reaches for his other hand. “Besides, you already rented skates! You can’t just go on the ice and then step off like some loser. Either learn now or learn now. Sound good?”

There’s a small pause before Delthea breaks out into a grin. She steps back, maintaining her grip on his hands. “Ready, Lu? It’s not as dangerous as you think it is.”

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red pepper meme here!: x

Luthier-mun said six peppers, so that totals up to 13! I am not sure as to what to do if it goes over, so I will make the perfectly fine assumption of 6+7: a Red Savina pepper, followed by the Carolina Reaper.

delthea is going to have plenty of fun

Pepper-eating under cut.

Burning. This was what fire felt like every time she cast the spell, except it was in her unprotected mouth instead of from her experienced, callused hands. Delthea was gasping for air; the burn was insane, and she could feel it from her lips and throat. 

Tears pooled in her eyes and sweat began to drip from her back. What the hell did the shopkeep give her? She thought that these peppers would be like the bell peppers they would have every once in a while: sweet and tasty, not these peppers that killed her mouth and throat and stomach and everything.

Her face was red as she glared at the shopkeep, who still, oddly, had a calm smile on their face. “Water. I-Is there water?”

No movement.

Delthea pouted. The burning wasn’t going away. “Hurry up!” She stomped on the dusty ground, raising her voice to a loud whine. The burn hurt, and all she needed was water, just a nice, cold glass of water-

“Here, miss!” Someone else handed her a small object, just around the size of the original pepper. It felt odd in her hands, and she couldn’t help but feel suspicious until they claimed, “This should help with the burn! I-I’m from Archanea, and these peppers are very common there. Trust me, this really does help.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. Forgetting her “thank you”s and manners, she took a huge bite of the burn remedy.

Her mouth felt fine at first, as if there was nothing different about this pepper. She was ready to ask them if she needed to take another bite, but the second wave of pain and death hit her mouth. It was worse than when she had taken a bite of the first pepper, and all her body wanted to do was to get the “remedy” out of her system.

Delthea was jumping around as she spat the Carolina Reaper onto the ground. Drool was spilling out of her mouth; she was attempting to spit the spiciness away, but nothing seemed to be working. Her mouth was numb, and her stomach felt ready to burn away. She gagged - right in front of her favorite stand, the chocolate one - wanting to get rid of all of the burn and pepper.

By Mila, how she wanted to slaughter both the shopkeep and the random stranger. If these torture devices really were from Archanea, then perhaps she would never want to visit.

Ever.

But she could do that later. Right now, she had to focus on the endless stinging sensation that filled her mouth and the pain that she believed was worse than being hit by whatever spell on the battlefield.

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