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Erion Thessal. 37. Lord of Darktop. Captain of the Stormdragon Fleet. Brother of the Queen of Mordu.

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Darkness, madness | Roslyn & Erion

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IF IT WERE ANY OTHER occasion, she would’ve been thrilled to see the Mordu’s captain, or have him be the one to keep her company, but it wasn’t such an occasion. Tonight she would’ve appreciated solitude more, even if the conversation she’s had with her sister helped to soothe her, it was only a temporary solution. In truth, there was nothing and no one who could’ve helped her mood and her mind now, not when the echoes of the screams still rang through her memory so fresh and clear, and resurfaced in her ears every now and then, without any outer cause. It must’ve been the Forest screaming, but she was too numb and too determined to drown it out, to truly find herself caring about it. She scowled at his remark, her fingers curling tighter around the bottle. “Good. Sobriety brings me no pleasure.” At least not tonight.

Roslyn wasn’t really a drinker. She’d enjoyed a glass or two of strong liquor every now and then, but never to an extent which would left her intoxicated. She was smarter than to let herself get drunk and she was certain that no good or proper adventure ever came to a drunkard. Besides, she much liked having memories of the said adventures and liquor sometimes tended to cloud them, just like it could cloud judgement. But now she didn’t care, not when the memories and sounds of screaming were too fresh in her mind and not while her throat still burned from the screams. The Forest screaming in her head and in her ears… she couldn’t deal with that, Empress forgive her. “If you require a lady, I’m sure there is one or two of them left in the ballroom that might be to your taste. Maybe you can make the rest of them scream.” The Guardian hissed, but there was no real bite to her words, only bitterness at the night’s events.

She didn’t know why it affected her, whatever it was that was affecting her. The bottle of wine held no answers, alcohol never did, and neither did water, but unlike the latter, alcohol could at least make her forget, if only for a short while. The faint music coming from the party provided her senses with only a minimal distraction, so she turned to the unwelcome-turned-welcome intruder with an inquisitive eye; “Why aren’t you in there, dancing to oblivion with the rest of them?”

Erion smiled lightly, a drunken gleam flashing across his eyes. He settled back onto his heels while looking down at her, watching her take a deep, healthy drink of the wine which only fueled his smile more. While he knew that turning to alcohol wasn’t the healthiest reaction to trauma (he would know from experience, of course), he did want to give her the space to deal with it as she saw fit. He couldn’t imagine what had just happened to her but he knew he couldn’t approach her to speak about it. 

He had done the same with Nerissa. He worried about her wellbeing but her husband was with her and he knew that she was safe. Crowding her would do no good but he couldn’t have just stood in the same room knowing that he had to keep his distance. He was fleeing just as much as Roslyn was and masking his guilt and anxiety with a drunken smile. 

Her next quip made his eyebrows lift so high and so quickly they might have flown off his face altogether. His mouth fell open but it was dry, completely unprepared for her words. He blinked as the color returned to his face and he placed himself down on the ground next to her. “I never know what you’re going to say, Lady Roslyn.”

“I can’t be of much help in there. There isn’t much dancing going on now and I don’t know if I can stand so near my sister and not be able to do anything to quiet her.”

“It makes me feel... useless.”

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Lies uncovered | Roslyn & Erion

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SHE GREETED HIS WORDS WITH a confused frown, before remembering. “I am not a princess, thank the Emperor. Just because my sister is the Queen, it doesn’t suddenly make me a royal as well. I am a Guardian.” A much more fitting role for her. She wasn’t born for the vexing chore of governing a nation and she was more than assured that she would’ve done a lot worse a job at it than Rowena ever did. Her sister seemed to be at home with her position, and Ros? She struggled with being a Guardian from time to time, if she were fully honest with herself. It was a difficult thing and it was taxing in a different way than having a crown was, but she wouldn’t trade it in the end. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t. 

“I remember a great many things, captain.” Roslyn smirked at the latter. While she was somewhat angry with him, to be fair she was rather amused with the situation. And she could understand to an extent, the necessity of the deceit. It wasn’t until recent that they were all made aware of the fifth kingdom, so she knew he couldn’t really go around yodelling about it - just like she didn’t go and announce to everyone that she’s a Guardian. “Or was it merchant from Eyden? It’s hard to keep track sometimes.” 

The sweet smile turned into a snort and Roslyn chirped; “Why? Are you thinking of switching professions?” 

One mistake of many he was sure to make. 

With so many aliases, so many things to keep track of, to forget that she had forsaken the title of Princess was to be expected. But he bowed his head, never the less. “Forgive me, Guardian,” he spoke with a small smile, watching her continue to scrutinize him. She had not changed much since he’d seen her last but everything about him had changed for her. Now military titles were emblazoned on his lapel, the crest of Mordu hung around a chain on his neck and similarly stitched onto the chest of his jacket. He had changed completely in her eyes, he was sure.

“I used to carry many titles, my lady. It is hard to keep up with which ones I told,” he passed a wink over at her, sensing that her anger had somewhat diminished in their time together. “Captain is an appropriate title, yes. Or if you want something more austere, Lord of Darktop also is accurate. Captain of the Fleet of Mordu. Captain of The Spirit's Fortune. Take your pick, my lady.”

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Darkness, madness | Roslyn & Erion

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PESTILENCE. IT MUST HAVE BEEN it, this thing that was festering inside her mind since before the Eyden Queen’s marriage, since before the first Voice had rattled everyone’s souls and hearts. It was persistent and pestering her at every twist and turn. Not even her Forest was safe from their spying, and whispering, and invading. Was nothing sacred anymore? She hadn’t felt safe in weeks, possibly even months, but she so long as she acted fine, the people bought it. Even her sister had bought the oh, I’m fine, I’m good. act she was putting on ever since Rowena accidentally caught her screaming in her room before their trip to Eyden. 

Now it all went darn to Hell after tonight. The Guardian didn’t know why she was screaming, and she definitely didn’t know why she suddenly had such a blinding feeling of pain tear through her body, but there she was, writhing and screaming on the floor, right along a good handful of other guests. From what she could remember of the incident, she saw her friend and her friend’s sister screaming as well, and something in her clicked, wondering if it were just the Guardians that were screaming or was there more to it. But, as she sat alone in the corner of the Noctifera’s courtyard, Roslyn had to admit she didn’t give a damn.

Not right now, she didn’t. She had felt compelled to leave the room, adjusting her mask more securely on her face and plucking an unopened bottle of red wine from the table nearest to the exit, remembering to take the opener with her. She didn’t need the glass, not when she was intent on drinking alone and being alone. But, the Gods above and possibly below didn’t grin favourably to her tonight, so why would they extend the courtesy of mercy to her now, when she most needed to be on her own? It became painfully clear to her that she wasn’t alone, when the footsteps echoed behind her, from the ballroom, sounding closer and closer with every step. Slumped against a pillar, and sitting on the ground, Roslyn leaned her head against the cold stone, taking a generous sip from the bottle.

“If you’re looking to pester me about how drinking from a bottle isn’t fit for a lady, don’t. I’m no company tonight and the only company I need is in my hand.” Ros barked, feeling more and more unlike herself.

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Erion was more than a few wine glasses deep when the screaming started.

Unsurprisingly, he sobered up pretty quickly. Chaos unfolded around them, screams harmonizing in the room from various sources. Erion’s hand, along with many of those around him, lifted in a defensive stance while the other flew to the hilt of his sword on his belt. His eyes jumped around the room, darting between scared and frantic partygoers and the screamers themselves. He looked for a cause, someone with a sword or a musket, maybe a dead body, something that could cause all of this commotion but he couldn’t find a source. It wasn’t until a smooth, jarring voice spoke to them all that Erion focused on one thing. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword, his heart thundering in his chest as he scanned the room for his siblings, finding them spread around the room but unharmed. 

When the voice finally died down, he went to them and found Selina first. She was the first person to bring up the Guardians to him. How they all screamed in unison - picked out by Selina despite the masks they all wore. His dull blue eyes scanned the room, a single memory drifting through the haze of the wine. The woman he met in Iatris, the one whom he’d thought of fondly more times than he’d care to admit. She was a Guardian. She’d told him as much. Was she even at the party? He tried to think through the few times they spoke, trying to make a guess of where she’d be after the commotion. He found her sister, the Queen of Iatris, in the crowd and did not see her by her sister’s side. That only left one option in Erion’s mind.

He slipped outside the ballroom and into the large courtyard behind the castle. The nighttime air was sweet in his lungs, helping his still sobering mind on the journey. His eyes searched through the dim light and finally, he thought he caught the hem of a dress next to a column. As he approached, familiar dark curls helped him put the pieces together. 

“It depends whose wine you’re drinking,” he said, crouching next to her to gaze at the label on the bottle, “Eyden wine? That’ll get you drunk enough - nothing ladylike about being a drunk.” He teased lightly, his vision swimming lightly from his own wine earlier and settling a smile on his lips.

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Lies uncovered | Roslyn & Erion

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SHE DID NOT EXPECT TO see him with another kingdom’s envoy, sailing across the sea to meet with one of her sister’s lord advisers. No no, the last she saw him, they were having a pleasant chat about life and adventures, and Eyden, the kingdom he has told her he was from. And yet there he was, sailing on a ship harbouring Mordu’s banner and Mordu’s coat of arms, and a ship that was most certainly not crafted in Eyden. 

The Guardian was at a complete loss for words, so much that once she had seen him come out of the ship, she tracked down her friend and adviser, lady Wydville, to confirm her suspicions. As an adviser, the fire haired woman was privy to the secrets not even she, despite being the queen’s own sister, was privy of. When Dalia indeed confirmed it, Roslyn’s eyebrow arched so high that she wondered if it would have reach the very tip of her head. Captain Erion Thessal, of Mordu. That was who he was and with her temper boiling in her veins, Ros turned on her heels, marching outside to vent.

But alas there was a higher power testing her today, and she wondered if it was the spirit of the Forest that was being so mischievous today, throwing such revelations her way. The lord in question emerged from around the corner, and immediately her temper returned, but it was tweaked into something less explosive and more refined. With her mind made up, the Guardian of the Forest corrected her march, following lightly after the captain, until he was within the earshot. “Erion Greywater, was it? Well something here is grey milord, but it isn’t the water.” Roslyn spoke in a melodic tone, as she caught up with the dark haired lord.

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For years, Erion served as one of the few spies to the mainland of the kingdoms. Secret envoys during the night, docking on the shores of various kingdoms with a keen and practiced interest in how the kingdom was being run. He was a trusted voice on the current state of the mainland kingdoms and he held his position in high regard. Erion was proud of his position and he was proud of the work he’d done for Mordu, even under the guise of a simple boat owner or traveling merchant, or shipmate looking for work, or whatever else popped into his mind when he was questioned.

Returning to Iatris, though it would be portrayed as their first visit to the kingdom, was a momentous occasion. The veil over Mordu had been lifted and they were being shown to the world, ugly and all. With his help, they sailed gently over the seas and came to port at Iatris’ shoreline on a bright, sunny day with low humidity. Just enough to make his hair shine. The quintessence flowed through his veins, warming him, when their boat settled gently into the port. 

The ruling family of Mordu dismounted from the large galleon that proudly displayed the rich colors of their home, leaving The Spirit’s Fortune in the harbor in good hands. Or so Erion made sure. But within the castle, his purpose was not to be by the King’s side. Though he stood within the court as King, it would have to be a very sad day indeed for him to be the successor. His job was to help secure the castle and work with shipmakers and captains to make alliances. 

When he left the castle, one of his lieutenants at his side, he was welcomed by a familiar voice. A small smile crept onto his face as he stared ahead, her voice whipping against his back with a familiar quip and hidden meaning. He turned to his comrade and dismissed him with a nod before turning back to the Princess.

“Princess Roslyn,” he greeted her, the smirk still on his face. He opened his mouth to speak but  a breathy laugh halted his words. “I’m surprised that you remember that, my Lady.”

She looked quite different than she did that day. Her dark curls were unrestrained now and her dress better suited what he expected a Princess to wear. He wouldn’t have mistaken her for a commoner in this outfit - probably why she’d left it at the castle. 

“Would you like to resume our conversation about bread?”

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before the commotion

Location: Ballroom

Date & Time: October 28 10:23 pm.

Wearing: this & this 

Closed to: @sanguinemlamia​

There were only a few things that Erion enjoyed more than a full party with free-flowing wine. The open sea and his vessel, The Spirit’s Fortune. But a good party came in at a close third.

The music was lively and lads and ladies were dancing the night away in rhythmic patterns. Erion had been among them, hoping to woo the beautiful Roslyn but he couldn’t be sure if she was even in attendance. As he’d suspected, he was utterly incapacitated by a small piece of fabric over a woman’s eyes. Her blonde hair would not have stood out against the Noctiferan crowd so he was at a loss if the Eyden Princess was even here.

In the interim, though, he’d busied himself with wine, fraternizing with his brothers and cousins from Mordu, and smiling at beautiful women around the room. Here, surrounded by those he trusted, he could relax. Erion could see Selina smiling which was all he could ask for. His best friend, the King of Mordu, was in attendance and within his range at all times so Erion could defend him if need be. All was right with his family. Now he needed to find someone who could challenge him.

As the music shifted, he grinned and turned to the woman who happened to be walking past him. A tall, slim, blonde-haired lady who would (either happily or politely) have the honor of dancing with him, if she so chose. 

“My lady,” he began, attempting to appear at least somewhat not tipsy at such an early hour. “I can’t pass up a chance to dance to this. Would you join me?”

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Small Lies | Roslyn & Erion

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ROSLYN BIT DOWN A CHUCKLE, but she couldn’t control the smirk that began to tug at her lips. “Oh, don’t worry, I tell it to her face every day. She smacked me with a pillow once, but that was before she became queen. She is so odiously well behaved lately.” She wondered if he would pair two and two together, but just in case he didn’t, she sighed and chuckled. “She’s my sister, so she rarely agrees with anything I say, unless it’s important.” That wasn’t entirely true but he didn’t have to know that. Rowena was more than a sister to her, she was her closest friend and confidante, and she told her everything. Well, almost everything. 

She followed his eyes to the baker and sported the same soft smile; while she whined about Iatris being boring, she didn’t really mean it. She loved the peace and the kingdom, but the duties were wearing her down, making her wish for something out of the ordinary; and now she’s got it at least for today. New people were not rare, but they never lingered enough for her to befriend them. Her only out of Iatris friend was a lady from Eyden and she didn’t see her for a while now. Every day she would tread down the market, wondering if she might see someone new, but they were all the same faces. It was a little suffocating at times being so attuned with everything, knowing every nook and cranny; where was the adventure in that? Excitement? It was tearing down her spirit and her only amusement was the cove of trees, whispering in her ear. 

Roslyn snorted at his words, unable to control herself. “Wind-swept? It looks like a cow sneezed into it.” She replied in a light tone, with a matching, delightful smile on her mouth. He seemed like he could take some light teasing and she was way past minding her own business and being proper. They had that from the queen, the royal family, the baker, the milkman, the seamstress, and even the drunkards behaved. Someone had to be wild. So why not her? “You have that brooding, serious and plotting look those from the Wind have. My apologies if I’m mistaken.”

Erion tilted his head at her as she talked about telling the Queen her thoughts to her face. Did he start to have an inkling of an idea, remembering her face from some pamphlet or maybe a sign? When the woman finally gave in and told him that she was the Queen’s sister a connection popped up in his head and he gave her a smile along with the dif of his head.

“Lady Roslyn,” he said as he grinned, “I’m so happy to meet you and talk to you about bread.” He watched her as he spoke, being purposefully and genuinely respectful, even if he was a piece embarrassed due to his behavior around someone in Iatris’ ruling party. He was a polite man, through and through, and he couldn’t bring himself to tease her. Not yet anyway. 

When she reacted to his head, his eyes widened in surprise, a fit feigned he might admit. He brought a hand up to wrestle it back into place but ultimately relaxed back into his stance against the support beam. Though his surprise was genuine when she called him brooding and plotting. “Brooding, huh?” He asked as he looked out over the port, seemingly mulling it over. “Hate to disappoint, My Lady, but I’m from Eyden. My name is Erion, Erion Greywater.”

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Small Lies | Roslyn & Erion

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ROSLYN WAS NOT AS SUBTLE as her regal sister nor as adept a spy. But, she was witty and she was knowledgeable and she had an unfair advantage. She was a Guardian and the Earth sang to her. If anyone wanted to know secrets, they would look no further from her. Those who knew of her role that is, but if the odd lord was determined to play the cat and the mouse game, so was she. This was her territory after all and she hadn’t had any palpable fun in a long while. Ros cracked a smile, friendly and unassuming. “Really? I heard she was horrible.” She felt only a little guilty speaking ill of her sister even if it was only a pretence. She adored Rowena and she would rather yodel down the square than say a bad word about her; even when she was angry.

The Guardian offered him a light nod, not believing for one second he was thinking about bread. “The bread is that way and, unfortunately, as good as any other day.” She motioned towards a medium sized, dusty white, stone house in the very centre of the square. The baker was an honest man and, boringly enough, almost everyone in Iatris was honest and decent. One couldn’t even complain about stale, falsely weighed bread with a poor quality flour. But, no. Everyone was honest and decent. It was lovely, but it lacked excitement. “You’ll learn that we are all so boringly honest and decent. Even those with a less decent profession, but people do what they can for a living.” Roslyn eyed him, then asked: “It’s a wild guess, but you look like Marya.”

Erion watched her as she thought through his words. He could practically see the cogs whirring behind her eyes. She reminded him of a clock; quick and finely tuned. He would never admit to eavesdropping or listening in on a convoy’s words as he detailed his distaste for Iatris, one that his compatriots didn’t share. Erion was here to test the waters, gauge how people were interacting, to see if Mordu would need to intercede. Their suspicions were heavier in Marya and Noctifera but he never caught wind of anything dark in Eyden or Iatris. They were his favorite trips.

Erion’s eyebrow shot up at her rude comment toward the Queen but he didn’t rebuke her on it. “I doubt your Queen would agree with your assessment,” he said, careful not to show that he was offended or in support of her statement. Perfectly in the gray area. He followed her gaze to the baker’s shop, even if he already knew where it was. Watching the baker disappear within the door only to reappear with his arms filled with loaves and covered in flour. A soft smile settled on his features as he watched the man work, still keyed in on her words as she complained about how boring Iatris was. If by boring she meant peaceful, then he agreed. Then her next comment came out of the left field.

“Marya?” He questioned, looking back at her quizzical albeit confident expression. “What made you come to that conclusion? Is it my wind-swept hair?” He questioned, tilting his head down at her. She was a curious creature, so confident and outspoken, unlike many of the women he’d known. His sisters were not softspoken by any means but they were more tactful. She was brash. He liked it.

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Small Lies | Roslyn & Erion

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ROSLYN GREYNE WAS EXASPERATED BEYOND human comprehension. She was also rather dramatic about it. In her opinion, every day not spent indulging in at least one, small, innocent mischief, was a terribly dull day, and she was close to having a fit of a perfectly theatrical annoyance. If only Rowena was here, she would have raced with her on horseback, or climbed a tree. But, that was in the past, and it has been too long since she indulged herself in a light mischief. A race. A climb or a hide. Anything to have her vitality flowing. Now, as a Guardian, she had to be responsible and she was, surprising everyone who knew her. Gone was the carefree girl, but only externally. She still had a passion for adventure inside her, passion for wildness and light mischief, of both serious and jovial things; a balance. 

But she was out of balance for far too long now, without a day to just… Be free, and wild. She loved the Dryad, but it ran her down and filled her with anxiety about her job, and a burning desire to excel from it, and it left her too worn out to gallop back home, or swing her legs over the highest branch and enjoy the feeling of leaves tickling her feet. And now, the Guardian was in the town, walking idly around with her head still in the cove of trees she loved and nurtured. Worn down, yes, but not completely, and as her eyes found a strange man, she tilted her head to the side, observing him for a long moment. He was different from the rest of her kin, or so she thought - she didn’t see him around before, but she could hardly say she knew everyone in Iatris.

What tipped him off, as an outsider, was the way he held himself, lingering in places with a calculating gaze and the Dryad didn’t have to whisper to her for her to realise he was… listening. A spy or not, Roslyn’s found herself giddy up with a possibility of an adventure, an amusement, and she tiptoed her way towards him, making a minute decision to join him.

“If this is your attempt of dropping eaves, you’re not at all subtle.” The Guardian spoke, creeping up to him from behind. “I’m afraid all the resident gossip will only tell you how beautiful the queen looked today, so unless you’re looking for a fashion advice, I suggest you head for the docks. The fishermen might know a tale or two to tell. Though, I can’t vouch for it to be true.”

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One of Erion’s many duties within Mordu was to gather intel about the happenings on the mainland. For centuries, they were to be kept out of the minds of the mainlanders, expected to be forgotten. But they could not forget the warring humans just outside their boundaries. It would take centuries for them to just forget about the people that they’d sworn to keep in line. As the Captain of the Dragonfleet and one of the royal court’s most trusted allies, he was tasked with this job. 

To sail from Mordu to Iatris took only a week, barely enough time to properly fix the rigging and get on course before it was time to take it all down again. They flew Noctifera colors, graciously donated by the one kingdom that knew of their presence. It was a closely guarded secret and one that Erion did not intend to ruin. He had gone on hundreds of scouting missions, taking his smallest and fastest ship through the night and docking it in one of the ports with heavier use. They could disappear among the fleets of ships and blend into the crowd. 

Erion snuck into the town under the blanket of stars, watching people come and go just as he was. Brothels operating under the guise of a bakery, soldiers taking payoffs to not rough up a drunken sailor, among other goings-on. The typical night happenings of a kingdom. He couldn’t be sure that the same things weren’t happening in Mordu.

But he wasn’t here for the prostitutes or disorderly. As the sun rose, he found himself in a tavern, listening to the grumbles of the sailors from the port and the farmers who came in to sell their harvest. By noon, he had moved outside to listen to the maidens as they brought in their goods to sell or their jugs to fill with well water. The motion reminded him of Mordu and he found himself a little homesick but that feeling was halted when he heard a voice behind him. It wasn’t the first time he was caught.

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at her, a smile spreading on his lips. “And beautiful she was,” he said as he turned to face her, a kind look in his eyes. “Why do you think the fisherman can tell me what I’d like to know? Maybe I’d like to hear how the baker’s bread is today before I buy it?” He offered, lifting an eyebrow in response.

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ERION THESSAL || CAPTAIN OF THE STORMDRAGON FLEET & LORD OF DARKTOP || 37 || MICHIEL HUISMAN || TAKEN ||

BIOGRAPHY:

The Firstborn of the Thessal family was always meant to become a captain, or at least a seafarer, with water and quintessence running through the veins of the Eldest. From an early age, he has accepted his fate, much to his younger sister’s apprehension. Nerissa, being born only two years after him, was someone who followed him around – always one step behind him or, as they broth grew, running in front of him, prompting him to chase after her, to let go of the duties which he had instilled in himself far too young. When the Third Thessal arrived, his baby sister seven years his junior, his protectiveness reached innumerable heights. But, with such a gap between them, he took more to the middle Thessal, but never neglecting Selina as he did so. When his studies took a more serious turn, he too became serious. Introspection was always a Thessal trait, the family as poised and stoic as the pillars of Obsidian gracing the Dracaru his younger sister was meant to Guard; and Erion was no different.

Spending time with his sisters was his favourite thing to do, but it all came to a halt when the Kind King died – out of the blue, and his friend was crowned King Adrian. It meant that his fate came rushing to him, and the new Monarch appointed him as the Captain of the Stormdragon Fleet. While Erion knew it was his destiny to sail, he was always reluctant to leave Mordu behind, even for a mere scout along the coastal line of the Quintessence Kingdom. There was something outside the borders that was worrying him, even more when he noticed the change in his sister’s posture, at his appointing. When his friend found his Queen, Alix, Erion was happy for him, but when his sister Nerissa married the King’s uncle, he was surprised, to say the least. Seeing how Dorian made Nerissa happy and less tense, he was more than delighted to give them his blessing – but, when Selina fell in love with Cassius, no one was more entertained than he was. The Thessal and Angmar union seemed to be needed for the Kingdom, and for a while the Shadows seemed to have retreated; and he wondered if it was because of the powerful marriages.

Now, the Shadows have returned, and the sea feels poisoned. There is a strange sort of darkness lurking around the borders of the Kingdom, sniffing like hounds and waiting patiently, like hunters surrounding their prey. He doesn’t feel the same amount of threat as his sisters do, but he does feel the danger lurking at every corner – it sparks up his protectiveness, and he turns to his sisters once more, aiming to keep them safe, despite the two of them having equally protective husbands. With his magic fully awakened and developed, Erion wonders if he could use the violent storm to dispel the Shadows which form in the port, and the forest and by the Lake, or perhaps the destructive force of them would do more harm to Mordu, then good – even with all the protective wards raised. He can sense the darkness inching closer to his youngest sister, and around his friend, the King, and he worries, greatly and deeply for all those he loves. While he is reluctant to sail away from Mordu, he know that, should the King ask of him to warn the other Kingdoms, he would do so, without batting an eye – but, with a lump in this throat.

CAN PERCEIVE & MANIPULATE STORMS.

CONNESTIONS:

Nerissa & Selina Angmar – His sisters are the two people he would be willing to do anything for. He is closer to Nerissa, with whom he shared most of his childhood, but he is growing closer to Selina, as well – even if he has no idea that the youngest Thessal has a power which would make his worry for her reach colossal measures.

Adrian & Cassius Angmar – His King, and his youngest sister’s husband, have his complete and utter loyalty. He admires the King, his lifelong friend,, and trusts his decisions and the way he governs the Kingdom. But, due to the similarities in their nature, he has grown closer to the King’s brother, Cassius, especially once he has married Selina – something which, to this day, amuses him greatly.

Dorian Angmar – The King’s uncle, and Nerissa’s husband, has proven to be a great friend of his. They are both rather introverted, and they enjoy spending quiet time together, hunched over a party of chess, or in a quiet conversation – mostly about their shared worry for Nerissa.

Elyse Saga – The Queen’s sister is a sweet person – she is kind, and gentle, but there is something dark behind her eyes, and something which reminds him of Selina, every now and then. He started to worry for her, as she has proven to be quite a friend of his, and he wonders if there is something sinister behind her power – whatever it might be.

Roslyn Greyne – He has met the Lady of Iatris, the Queen’s sister, during one of his scouting missions in the Four Kingdoms, and she is… different. She is much more open, and she smiles widely, and there is quiet wildness in her spirit. She certainly knows how to capture his attention, and he is looking forward to meet her – officially.

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WELCOME TO DARKEST KINGDOMS, LINDSEY! YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS YOUR SECOND CHARACTER, ERION THESSAL! Refer to our checklist for the tags & please submit your account within 48 hours! Let us know if you need an extension!

Admin note: We were crying thought the application, to be fair. Especially when his tragic downside is being unwed. We adored the details to the application, as per usual, and neither of us thought it’d be anything less than splendid, but there you go exceeding even that surprise! We can’t wait seeing Erion ( and Michiel ) on the dash! Well done!

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michiel huisman’s icons - requested by anonymous.

god, he’s hot. ‘-’ it has been a pleasure to make these icons. :’D - 150x150px. - if you like them and you wanna use any of these icons please, like or reblog this post! - credits not required. :)

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