♔ Lion King ♚

Lion King Eltshan, Lord of Nordion. Arisen from the dead by the powers of Mystletainn, he walks the plains as a Dullahan, in search of his former allies. Artwork credit: ♔ ♔ ♔ Icon credit: ♔

[divinexmonarch]

Chrom left the camp for some fresh air. He had a lot in his mind, and coiled up in his tent was doing nothing for him. Besides, being out in the open gave him a chance to be alone with his thoughts, without anyone intruding him at any moment. He was free for the time being, but he knew he would need to head back soon. But for now, he mustn’t think of his duties.

On his way through a clear and breezy field, he slowed his steps to enjoy every second. That was when he noticed a figure nearby, occupied with his own thing, pulling the reins of a horse. He seemed tall and stylish, golden hair bouncing gracefully down on his shoulders. Chrom recognised this man in the instant.

❝Eltshan… The Lion King?❞

The stranger surely looked like him, but the man appeared without his blue glowing aura, as he should whenever Allium summoned him out of the Einherjar card deck. Instead he looked like any individual, a man, and in this case he was one who was walking with a companion, perhaps trying to calm it before taking a ride to his destination.

But he wasn’t just anyone, he looked like Eltshan, although with a more sorrowful appearance, perhaps? It could just be Chrom looking too much into something without approaching it first. And so he walked on over, making sure to not assume the man’s name and decided to treat him as he would a total stranger. He raised a hand to wave while a small smile formed on his face. He was ready to welcome this man into these lands.

❝Greetings!❞

[eldigan]

Eltshan quietly reminding himself that he could not turn his head, instead he turned his body to the man who called out to him. Tired eyes widened and for a moment he spoke quietly.

"...Sigurd?"

No, it was not as the man drew closer while pulling the horse along gently. Perhaps it was the demeanor and blue hair that would have given the man those thoughts. Bringing a hand to his neck to keep the sash in place he slightly inclined his head forward to give greeting to the Lord.

"A pleasure, sir. Pray you forgive, but I've little idea where I surely may be. Might I inquire for assistance?"

[eldigan]

"I've quite a number of figure following amidst my shadow. I'd kindly ask that you please present yourself before me, lest I deem you to be nothing more than an enemy."

[chalphy]

Impassive Tidal Waves {Sigurd + Eldigan}

[chalphy]

Even as Eltshan spoke, Sigurd was thinking.  He contemplated ways to keep his friend from thinking heavily on his sister, and he wondered the answer to the very question he was asked.  With only the hesitation of the thoughtful, he picked his response, careful only because of that.  

“We’ll think of something.  In the meantime… hm.  We should probably scrape together some gold, shouldn’t we?”  

[eldigan]

A heavy sigh came from Eltshan. Folding his arms, he looked to his friend, thinking of what. "Have we anything on us that we could sell to the markets? If it could fetch us even a room for the night I would truly feel blessed." Yet when biting onto his lower lip he realized one small problem. Could he even drink, let alone eat? A hand slowly moved up to his worn sash around his neck.

"We make haste before night falls, aye?"

[chalphy]

Impassive Tidal Waves {Sigurd + Eldigan}

[chalphy]

Sigurd sighed— a long breath, stagnant if he thought about it.  What must the former king of Nodion be feeling now?  His tone was light, but his words.. he seemed unhappy with his current situation.  He was alive, and though the situation was more than a little strange, surely he must be thankful for that much?  A chance to start over, even?

But then, what he said next sent chills down Sigurd’s back for some reason he couldn’t fathom.  Eldigan’s sister, Lachesis… he had no clue what had happened to her.  But he felt it pulling at him.  He knew; the thought was just out of reach.  Infuriating.  

“Sorry, friend, but I’m not so sure I can help you find her.  I haven’t the slightest idea of what has become of her.  I’m sure she’s well, though!  She always was so strong.”

[eldigan]

"She has always been strong, this I know...but after what I had spoken to her before I left." Eltshan's voice grew quieter as his thoughts went to his sister. "I am sure she has survived well enough, but I cannot still keep my thoughts away from her." His gaze was lifted to his friend as he stepped forward. "My friend, what are we to do then..."

[garmmy]

trip to the beach!

[rechtschaffenheit]

“I’m from Etruria, Sir Eltshan.” she answered, pouting like the child she was. “And I’m not shy! I’m just…” she paused, thinking of how to word this. “…respecting your position. And handsomeness…”

[eldigan]

"Etruria...I do not believe I've heard of such a place. I am sure it must be wonderful." Eltshan's eyes widened at the girls remark, only smiling in return to her. "Ah, but it is a position I have surely lost over the years, m'lady."

[rpsituations-blog]

My Muse is put on execution and your muse is standing in the crowd, watching. What are your muses feelings about this?

[eldigan]

Do you want a 'Whopper Strawberry Solo?' (whatever that is)

....I'm not paying 10,000 gold for a thing of strawberries.

[eldigan]

sanctusxequitemxignis replied to your post: Quick, friend! Lend me some advice— how does one act seductive?

yeah but what are you into—

My Sister

Well really, I do enjoy a woman with a wonderful personality and quite fair looks. ...Caring about her appearance is not too shallow, right?

[eldigan]

Quick, friend! Lend me some advice-- how does one act seductive?

Why on earth are you even asking me something like this!? If you haven't forgotten, I wanted to get with my sister. I don't think I'm the right person to ask for this, Sigurd.

Bring out your charm I suppose? I've taken note that girls seem to be head over heels for Lords and that of high nobility. Just play at that.

[chalphy]

Impassive Tidal Waves {Sigurd + Eldigan}

[chalphy]

“It couldn’t be in such low hands,” he assured, trying to ignore the still-prevalent sensation of curious fear born of his friend’s condition.  ”Only the ones in your bloodline can use it, so I doubt anyone would keep it for long.”

But he wasn’t so sure, on second thought.  It was one of the most powerful weapons in the world; why should one not keep it, even if they couldn’t wield it?  As Eldigan put it, it made the best of trophies, and was worth more than any fortune living man could come up with.  He shook his head.  

“We’ll just have to find it then.”

He watched with unguarded suspicion as the other took golden strands between his fingers and twisted them; had he always had such a habit?  And his words— they were more than a little unsettling.  But Sigurd took a deep breath; he had to get used to this.  It didn’t seem to be going away.

“Er.. no, probably not, I’m afraid.”

[eldigan]

"My sword, I suppose better as a trophy than rusting away. Hah, we may get lucky and see it among a black market."

Eltshan released the strands of hair and sighed. "If I could have it, I'd not want to walk around like this. I'd wish to remain in my grave. It seems rather...unsettling." He found himself trying to laugh off his little ordeal. "Legends would be told of a headless horseman if I were to ever ride one."  Now a thought came to him and his gaze turned serious. "Sigurd, I must ask of you. ...My sister, have you an idea of where she may be? I long to see her face...but now I fear perhaps it is best she would not see me."

[eldigan]

Eltshan had moved back from the sound of the bucking horse. He just paid to rent the damn thing and it refused to let him up onto its back. "Come on, I have little desire to walk everywhere on foot! Just listen to me!" He sighed trying to grab the reins. Originally, he had no intention of even riding a horse, in fear of well, his head flying off if it picked up speed.  Now, after walking on foot for so long he gave up and decided to do it. Poor animal would probably feel something wasn't right with Eltshan. Animals always had that instinct, right? Eltshan sighed and ran hand across its neck gently. "Easy...come on. It's not good for the both of us, right? I assure you, nothing is going to happen." Well, at least it seemed to calm down enough. For now, his thoughts were to his sword. He needed to find where the damn thing had been taken. "With how long I've been dead, the earth may have already devoured it. ...I pray it has not." He began to tug the reins around the horse to begin leading it on a little walk. Try to gain a little trust before he even attempted to hop up on its back.

Perhaps I'll find you as well, dear sister...

[chalphy]

eldigan said: 

Oh. This is the young girl I’ve met.

I did expect better of you, Eltoshan.

[eldigan]

And what exactly are you implying?

[chalphy]

eldigan said: 

lAUGHS SO FUCKING HARD

NO DON’T IT’S NOT FUNNY

[eldigan]

I'm laughing so hard my head fell off

[chalphy]

Impassive Tidal Waves {Sigurd + Eldigan}

[chalphy]

Sigurd was still tongue-tied when Eldigan addressed him.  Finally, he swallowed, making some sense of it.  He was still in shock, but his friend was right— he was taking it well.  So well it even surprised him.  But then again, it was probably the utter shock of seeing the other man’s head simply roll from his shoulders, seeing the remaining body simply stoop to pick it back up.  

His next words were what finally struck through the sort of wall that had formed.  ”Your sword?  I thought you had it last— I thought it was lost alongside you.  You mean to say someone else has it?”

[eldigan]

"No, it was not with me." He released a heavy sigh. "I've little idea where my sword could possibly be. Perhaps taken after my death as a trophy prize, although I truly hope it has not.."  Now he looked back to his poor friend who would hardly muster a word or two. He sighed a found his hand slowly moving its way up to the long tails of his hair, twirling them a bit nervously. "I don't think I'll be riding a horse anytime soon."

[rechtschaffenheit]

Clarine’s face turned brightly red. So he was a Lord, just like her father. He must’ve been a really important person then. “The pleasure’s all mine.” she shily said. He was good looking, polite and of noble blood - which girl wouldn’t fall in love with such a person?

[eldigan]

Now he found himself laughing again. "Aha, you seem quite shy. You must tell me, where is that you hail from?"

[eldigan]

ew ew ew ew ew ew ew nevermiiiiind -GIVES IT BACK-

Gods help me through this.