For a Better World

In the manor, he works. Sealed away with the horror he has wrought, oh does he work. [Read the rules. Read lore page for character information.]

[mirrahs-finest]

✉ ✘ ☯ -emptyscholar

✉ Intelligence

"While I admire their work, their common sense leaves something to be desired. Do to early… misunderstandings, the scholar population was severely diminished.

Lucky we’ve reached a treaty. They have their half of the keep, and I have mine.”

✘ Secrets

"Ironically, what they have done isn’t very secret… heh heh heh… They’ve certainly made their official record difficult to find, however. Much to my chagrin."

☯ Decisions

"I applaud them. Every one. The quest for power is long and bloody. I’m happy to know there were so many with a mind like mine. Or perhaps… there is but one other mind, they merely share it…”

"While their work is impressive, their nature is unknown to me. I prefer it this way, and I’m sure they do to."

[candlemaiden]

Aldia’s Keep

Dark Souls 2 Design Works

[desertsorceressofjugo-deactivat]

[beethereal-knight]

Can't sleep - empty scholar

What thoughts could ever rest behind that mask? 

No, those thoughts wouldn’t rest at all. Not with those body movements and their fascination with them. Its thoughts would be a storm of observations and calculations the swarm wouldn’t  ever understand.

What kind of thoughts does it have? How does it view them?

That mask gave away nothing, and it concerned them. There was no way of knowing if its thoughts were kind or sinister, or what kind of plans it had for them. 

Masks are awful things indeed.

[emptyscholar]

|| RePeAt || the-butcher-of-forrosa + emptyscholar ||

[the-butcher-of-forossa]

A howl of rage left his lips as the first firebomb scorched his side. As the other one was thrown, Nell barely had time to dodge it, his body hitting the ground with a thud and jarring the wound. Shaking his head to clear it of the pain, he looked at the masked man and gave another howl of rage. A series of growls left his lip as he crouched low to the ground, preparing to pounce again.

He pounced, low this time in hope that he could avoid being hit by another firebomb. He needed this kill, especially if he wanted to go back to Auntie Mea anytime soon. He had been gone too long.

Teeth ready to sink into flesh, his pounce was straight as he thought that the man would figure out that moving was a bad idea after Nell’s first attack.

[emptyscholar]

What to do now? Throw another bomb at his face? Risk having the explosion so near to the acolyte? Risk for it to have no effect? No no, that would not do, not at all. Then, in that case...

The acolyte leapt to the side, hitting the hard ground with a thud. He wanted to groan, to wince and touch where he hurt, but there was no time for that. The acolyte had just narrowly dodged that attack, and it was doubtful that it could do so again.

He scrambled to his feet, still screaming although no sound came out of his mind. He ran and ran and ran as fast as he could, sprinting, desperately fleeing his predator.

The acolyte was not made for fitness. The intruder would catch up eventually. But at the moment, the acolyte continued to run, now at the staircase within the manor.

[emptyscholar]

|| swarms || thebeeknight + emptyscholar ||

[beethereal-knight]

Throughout the period of awkward silence and the unsettling pose the acolyte held, Carnell only gave it an uncomfortable, confused glare at the lack of an answer while the swarm slowly retracted their limb back to their side. Both of them wondered if it was human or not; they leaned upon the latter with what just occurred. Such movements surely couldn’t be natural.

When it finally moved from its frozen stance, they snapped back to attention from the unexpectedness of the action. They both watched it ascend the stairs and gesture to them with increasing apprehension. To the black knight, there was a chance that they were being led into a trap, so it seemed that Carnell’s hand would not be leaving his sword’s hilt for a while.

They exchanged looks, as if having a short, silent conversation, before approaching the stairs after the acolyte. Slowly and cautiously, one knight ascended the stairs with slightly echoing footsteps as the other hovered alongside him as a sentient cloud.

A peculiar character was what the swarm made of the acolyte with its silence and strange movements. It was obvious that it held a strong interest with them; how else would they describe or explain the feeling that its eyes were constantly on them back then?

If its intentions held malicious intent after all, then it shouldn’t be much a threat- as an individual at the very least.

[emptyscholar]

Up they went, up the marble steps and to the next floor. And as they did so, a blaring hiss echoed throughout the manor.

The acolyte stopped. Oh. Yes. That. A shame the guests could not simply be thrown to the basilisk for petrification, but the risk of them killing it and then him was too much. So, the acolyte kept moving, undeterred by the hostile screeching coming from the second floor.

On it, the knights would have seen two huge, bulging orange orbs, covered in slime and veins, all attached to something even bigger. The basilisk opened its mouth to scream again, showing off its countless sharp teeth. Its breath rushed over the floor in front of it, filling the air with rot and stank.

The mask shielded the acolyte from the foul odor. The acolyte raised a hand, and the basilisk cringed, bumping against the back of its cage. It hissed again and again, but nothing yellow came from its mouth.

The acolyte turned to its intruders guests and pointed an arm at the giant basilisk. It did not know why, since the guests could clearly see it. But a part of him wanted to show off.

After all, it had been so, so long...

[emptyscholar]

II nothing in words II the-darkest-queen + emptyscholar II

[the-darkest-queen-deactivated20]

She watched as the man deflated a little by her statement.

"I assume that there is someone that can make people do things by their voice alone. The shrine maidens of Amana sang to the Demon of Song to seal it from what I heard. I don’t know how much is true, but it seems the bases are the same. I just don’t have the power to control something with my voice." She trailed off, shrugging.

Continuing to follow him, she looked at the creatures on display. She wanted to help, but unfortunately she could not. There was not much to help him with.

"I guess that you don’t get out much do you? Not from the manor that is?"

[emptyscholar]

Ah yes, the shrine maidens. The acolytes knew of their existence. They had not been able to procure one for the manor, but perhaps...yes. Yes. That could be arranged.

But that had little to do with the matter at hand. The intruder did not have as much power as thought, which was unfortunate. Yet, she had enough power that it would be unwise to attempt to capture her. How infuriating.

good

What was that?!

The acolyte spun around, expecting to see someone behind its back. Or perhaps there, or there, or there, they thought as it looked all around. Where was it?!

dont hurt her

The intruder would not have heard anything, but there was still the sight of the acolyte acting as if it had just had a rock thrown at it. Its movements were frantic, and in its chaos it bumped against gold bars.

A claw tore through white fur and brown leather.

A raspy shout came from the amber mask.

The acolyte was dragged up, up, up, blood dripping down, down, down. His feet dangled, twitched in the air as he writhed in pain.

Another monster, like the one just soothed, raised him as high as it could, even standing on its hind legs to do so. It could not get the torturer through the bars, but it certainly tried. It brought its arm back in an attempt to slide the acolyte through, but all it did was elicit another hoarse noise.

The claw stuck through his shoulder, the blood sliding right off of his suit, as it was made for.

[emptyscholar]

[ Like if I owe you a reply ]

[emptyscholar]

[ okay real talk, before I do any of that smexy Sunday stuff, I need a nsfw tag I remember I asked this before but I forgot the answes ]

[rpmememaker]

It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

[emptyscholar]

Number meme

9: Hand over a flower as a gift. 

The acolyte cocked his head this way and that at the bee knight. There was still so much to know of this strange bee-ing, of this strange swarm.

Swarm.

Hm.

Perhaps, today, a different approach.

The acolyte took its time sneaking up on the creature, careful to not be seen prematurely. After all, walking up to it with hands behind its back might have seemed suspicious.

…Yes, sneaking about might have been a tad more suspicious, but never mind that.

When it was close enough, the acolyte leapt, landing a few inches behind the knight. The impact was rougher than expected, and the acolyte got on one knee to stabilize. As the knight turned around, the acolyte quickly brought out the surprise.

A single flower, one that would be particularly attracted to bees.

Would a single bee come and pollinate it? Did they pollinate? Would it be the closest bee, or a leader bee? Was there a hiearachy? What were the answers?

It did not realize its position, on one knee with flower reverently raised towards the bee-ing.

[emptyscholar]

Send me a and I'll randomly generate a number. Send at your own risk.

1: Punch you in the face.

2: Kiss your eyelids.

3.: Kick you in the shins.

4: Stab you.

5: Kidnap you for my own reasons.

6: Hug you and kiss your forehead tenderly.

7: Slap you.

8: Give you a shoulder rub.

9: Hand over a flower as a gift.

10: Insult your mother.

11: Grope your bum.

12: Compliment your hair.

13: Throw your most precious item into a fire.

14: Ask you out on a date.

15: Do you a favour.

16: Trip you down some stairs.

17: Friendly hug.

18: Awkwardly try to hit on you/flirt with you.

19: Have a Freudian slip about your fat butt.

20: Ask you to marry me.

[desertsorceressofjugo-deactivat]

If this is all I do for the entirety of the day I would not mind that.))

[emptyscholar]

[ ASLATIEL NO ]

[mirrahs-finest]

★ - emptyscholar

♫

[emptyscholar]

Perhaps one day the wraith will stop tormenting them.

One day.

[lordofdrangleic-deactivated2015]

★ - emptyscholar

The old king of Drangleic may have been wary of the wicked experiments and horrible abominations that roamed the grounds of the keep, but his trust in his brother was absolute.

As such, the king treats his servants and aides in the acolytes with the respect he gives to his own knights and soldiers.

[emptyscholar]

|| RePeAt || the-butcher-of-forrosa + emptyscholar ||

[the-butcher-of-forossa]

Nell lifted his nose in the air to smell the man, finding a smell familiar though he could not place where he had smelt it. A snarl, the need to sink teeth into flesh. He flinches when the man raises his hand and waves, curious as to why this man was not attacking. Actually, he was not sure why he was not attacking like he wanted. Maybe it was the smell.

Not returning the gesture, Nell started to circle the man, gnashing his teeth. Muscles bunched, ready. Now.

Nell pounced to the side, trying to predict where the man would go.

[emptyscholar]

Eyes flickered behind the mask, frantically moving this way and that as they focused on the subtlest of motions. Those tensing muscles, that twitch near the lips.

When the human leapt in that primal manner, there was a scream of surprise and fear, but it went unheard, for it never made it past the acolyte's skull. Nay, it stayed within the mind, within that inescapable abyss of thought and emotion. The scream and fear were unimportant, even detrimental to the current activity, so they were put away and replaced with an calm, observant thoughtfulness.

And that thoughtfulness told the acolyte to take out a firebomb.

The acolyte had not flinched from the sudden attack, but had instead reached into a pouch and taken out a black bomb.

It was thrown at the human's side, and during that throwing motion, the acolyte had taken out another bomb, which was quickly thrown at where the scientist predicted the human would go to in order to avoid the first bomb. Predictions, predictions, how risky they can be...