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royaldevotion‌:

Choosing the path less traveled had always seemed to be her style. Ever since he travels with him, it was more likely that she’d be off adventuring where one shouldn’t. Had it been a boost of confidence, or perhaps her strict upbringing caused a yearning for such dangerous outings.

Though intent on making her way to other kingdoms, in some attempt to bring any sort of peace, today seemed it would not be going in her favor. Only having traveled a small distance from the village, coming up to a forked path. One of which was obviously favored, probably safer too. But where would that lead her? Someplace with people of whom she was already aligned! The goal was to make it out, and get to another kingdom so, the path less traveled it was!

Or so she wanted. It wasn’t long into her journey down this path that something, or someone rather, jumped down to block her path.

“I’ll have you know, I’m more than capable of handling myself.” Though her powers were not yet returned to her, and her weapon was nothing more than a mere wooden stick, Garnet still ensured herself that she could very well handle herself.

“The wars are terrible things, and I’ve seen too many suffer from them already…” Was she still talking about these wars, or the war that had gone on back at home? Having lost her mother to such travesty, despite the war being her mother’s fault, still caused the young girl grief.

“You must let me pass! If there is some way for me to reach the other kingdoms, I can surely do something to..” Her words trailed off, her thoughts stealing her attention away from finishing what she was saying. Surely this man would understand, and let her continue on her merry way, right?

Attention swivels back as she speaks, drawing the faeken’s focus and granting him the means to express a curious, “Oh?” Posture eventually comes to change, something more lax with a shoulder rested against the branch the servant held while the arm around it hung loose. Easy to regain if need be, but good enough to hold his weight.

He gives her a once over, a brow quirked as he breathes a low hum. He won’t deny her what capabilities she may hold, but knowing how things were altered and changed within this shifted world of war and kingdoms it didn’t sit right to simply let it be. At least, not here, and not with that determination to go rushing in blindly. She had guts, though. He could respect that.

Caster’s silence finally breaks with a heaved sigh.

“To-- what, exactly? If ya don’t got a solid plan what do you hope to change, don’t be stupid here.” But it was clear this woman was fairly well set in her choice of action, and it wasn’t like he was fully attempting to sway that determination. The warning was given and a piece was said, yet this blockade he created wasn’t quite solid.

He’s lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his neck before long, delivering a low grumble. “Ah, well. If you’re that set on goin’ forward --” Minor compaints are hidden behind a forming grin. “Then don’t go fallin’ behind. I’ve taken the path before, I can at least point ya in the right direction, but try to get your plan of attack in order on the way.”

#royaldevotion #( ROYALDEVOTION oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war )

righcuthach‌:

That cheery tone and casual manner of speaking could only belong to one man. His eyes darting over to the source, the corners of lips pulled downward as soon as his suspicions were confirmed. A different race he may be, but the person who called out to him was, without a doubt, Cú Chulainn. In a weird way, the Berserker presently understood the meaning of not liking the sound of one’s own voice, and he made no attempt to hide it.

Starting to turn away from Caster, he was ready to shift his gaze elsewhere and put this encounter out of sight and out of mind. Before he could, however, a hand was thrown out in front of him and his counterpart followed immediately after.

“There are plenty of other people for you to wave at.”

So why him? He was ready to shove Caster aside and raised an arm to do so––only to drop it when he caught words of interest tactfully included in the question posed. Dispassionate eyes flickered briefly with intrigue, and he decided that––fine––he’d bite, just a little bit. Huffing quietly, he humored the other with a curt: “…what do you want.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in just any ol’ catch, right?”

A half-hearted shrug to follow the question, but he was quick to settle in his choice. He’d caught the interest he was seeking and would work with what was given. There were enough similarities between the both of them, he knew were to play his cards right and when to call it quits. With the given question a victorious smirk tugged at the magus’ lips. His move, then.

“Just a helpin’ hand! Hear me out --” Hand moves in a vague gesture and eyes follow, fanning out in the estimated direction of the desired kingdom. “We’ve got a lil’ fishin’ contest goin’ on, right? All ya need is a rod and some patience, and I’m sure ya wouldn’t mind the quiet that came with it.” The Caster dares to give a glance back, crimson irises seeking and locking with a mirrored pair. “And, get this, winner leaves with a lifetime supply of what we came for. Meanin’ -- you’re set on grub without needin’ to lift a finger more!”

Does he still have him? Come on, it’s a golden opportunity!

“See? Who better to ask than a familiar face, and who isn’t dealin’ with fleas.”

#righcuthach #( RIGHCUTHACH oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war ii )#:3c

@royaldevotion -- continued from ( here )

“Now that’s what I like to here.”

An open invitation, that is. Not that it was entirely needed, he had plans to attend regardless for previously mentioned reasons. However, the chance at some somewhat familiar company on the way there wasn’t something to completely ignore.

“So, lil’ missy, what have ya got planned this time. Not runnin’ down the path blind, this time, are ya? Some fat to chew, friends to meet sorta shtick I’d imagine.”

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chevalroi‌:

His blade was swung through the air in a zealous whirl and, with a determination to do whatever he could to help turn this dire situation around on its head, the paladin released a burst of magical energy from Joyeuse. Brilliant, sacred light eliminated dozens of enemies and carved out a path for him to charge forward. There was no time to waste, he noted, and sprinted towards the next area.

But, even on a crunch for time, he slowed to a jog when he noticed something flashy and cool from the corner of his eye. Curious, he spared a few seconds to look around briefly for the person responsible––and he froze in his tracks once he saw who it was. Gasping, he changed course and hurried over.

❝ Sir Cú Chulainn! ❞

Who would have thought that the Child of Light would be the first familiar face he saw here?!

❝ What a relief! These things won’t stand a chance with you here! ❞ Never mind that this was hardly the time or place to be standing there with a big grin, gleefully waving his free arm in exaggerated motions––because he would do so regardless, all for an Irish hero he held in high esteem! Charlemagne was so excited, in fact, that he didn’t notice what was different between this Cú Chulainn and the one he had met before.

A bit surprising, one would say. Hearing your name shouted so eagerly amidst the hordes of shadows, a name you’ve yet to address. There’s a falter in his step, slight enough to allow an extended limb from one of the damned to brisk through a curtain of blue as the Caster pulled away. The numbers had, temporarily, dwindled due to quick work of a sword it seemed. Wielded by the very person who seemed to recognize him. Yet, he wasn’t able to put a name to the face that knew him. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

“ -- eh...?”

Who was this guy? Another servant, he’d wager, and a saber from the looks of it. Regardless, it would seem he’d gained an ally for the time being -- a careless one, at that.

Curiosity is cast aside almost as quickly as it arose, a hand uplifted and burning brightly with ansuz heat. Held over the others shoulder the flames were dispelled from the caster’s palm and caught by the face of one of many spawns of the Dark Lord.

“They’d stand even less of a chance if ya kept on swingin’ -- and drop the ‘sir’ while we’re at it.” Once more is the staff wielded in flames, used to knock aside another approaching beast.

#chevalroi #( chevalroi oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war finale )#( i hear your excitement and i raise you my Concerns :'/ keep fightin bozu )

Blazing heat, the rush of blood -- despite what personal preference might entail, there was something akin to relief that settled within the Ulster warrior, if only to have something of familiarity back in his arsenal. A swipe of the hand through the air, fingers drawing out symbols etched in memory. The flames ate at creatures of shadow, only to clear them away to make room for others.

How irritating to be summoned into such a growing mess lacking what would help the most. Nothing for it but a click of the tongue, body quickly thrown back to avoid lashing limbs and talons. “Not even a second of breathin’ room, huh?”

“Fine, we’ll do it my way.” Returned staff is given a twirl between fingers before it comes to rest firmly, clutched in his palm. The very same rune used to light up the battlefield now engulfed the wielded weapon; a staff smothered in flames. Its tail end was presented to the mob of beasts, poised like the very spear his person lacked. If the ways of his class were ill suited for his current predicament, then he’ll allow preference and skill to guide him through. “Come on!” / @chevalroi

#chevalroi #( chevalroi oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war finale )

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houndofireland‌:

Those words were little needles carefully poking at his already damaged pride. But probably the other had sensed it, transparent in the language of his almost flattened ears.

Just as his eyes now fallen into a heavy-lidded stare.

“Am I really that annoyin’? Gimme a break,” he grunted, a canine poking out of his upper lip. Lancer’s brow furrowed as he rose both hands.

“Can’t take the blame for what they did to her, eh? Gáe Bolg must be missin’ me. You know she loves me.” He then winked, sensing the possible outcome.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. You know I know more than a hundred ways to kill somethin’ with a simple stick. It’s all skill, right?” He looked up, confident despite Caster’s words.

“No matter what they take from us, the spear doesn’t make the spearman, it’s the other way round.”

“Right, spearless me?” He teased and then cocked his head, pointing the path he had been following. “Ten minutes from ‘ere, five more given our chat.”

There was a small window in which he might have almost repeated his Lancer counterpart, that questioning comment on his level of annoyance. One would think a conversation with themselves would be easier than this, and yet -- nerves are tugging at the corner of lips and weighing down his brow. Karma for rubbing in the canine look, wasn’t it?

“I know better than most,” was his chosen reply, breathed through clenched teeth before steeling himself with an inhale. Attention was steered away to avoid any further irritation with the Lancer’s choice of words, eyeing the direction in which their prey was supposedly waiting. With their direction set he, finally, released the breath he had taken in. Slow and steady.

“You’re right, it is the other way ‘round. Now how ‘bout we cut the shit and get goin’, huh?”

“C’mon, unlucky me.” A name that carried a bit more cheer in the tone than what was previously spoken. The branch he had come to wield was lifted and twirled with a skilled ease before the butt end came against the Lancer’s back. Nothing like a little shove in the right direction, “Let’s put that nose of yours to some use and get this hunt on the road!”

He could already feel a certain tension in the bramble. Their mark wasn’t far.

#houndofireland #( houndofireland oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war )

Among the many quests plastered along the bulletin board there was one in particular that he was itching to try his hands at. Not so much for the reward, but the mere challenge and the activity itself hooked his attention. Of course, it took place within the borders of another kingdom but, that wasn’t going to stop his attempt.

In fact, crossing the kingdoms might be beneficial. Especially when presented with a familiar face and, perhaps, an extra set of hands to, possibly, sway the tides in his -- or, well, their -- favor.

“Yo!” Followed by a wave to flag down a certain Berserker’s attention, or whatever fraction of it he could manage to capture. “Fancy seein’ you skulkin’ around.”

Before there was a chance to be dismissed there was an effort made ( although small ) to remain in front and in view, “Listen, I’ve got a bit of a proposition -- what would ya say to a bit of down time and an endless meal?” Well, the possibility of an endless meal, but you have to be smart with what bait you cast. / @righcuthach

#righcuthach #( righcuthach oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war ii )#&QUEST; ( accepted )#( women want me; fish fear me )

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houndofireland‌:

The world froze for Lancer, those vivid red eyes staring right into the foliage.

He would have blamed it on the fairies if it wasn’t for that unmistakable voice. He was very real, and he was laughing at him (self?). It was like a living mirror, except for the clothes and the less embarrassing traits.

Lancer squinted into a scowl, his head turned, earrings bouncing against his cheek. Lips pressed to hide the sliver of shame pricking his back, but the careless act was obvious.

“It’s always the one with the dirty hands pointing the finger, huh? Ya just got a lil’ luckier than me.” And then he grinned, taking a step closer to the other, inspecting him, both ears firm, until one twitched, perhaps tormented by a flea.

He circled the familiar stranger like a wolf wary of another until the spear’s end was planted in the mud. He had decided.

“I dunno where you came from but if I can’t trust a guy with my face then I’m kinda ruined. Though, can’t believe we’d grow antennae at some point. Man, our story’s weird. But yeah, I’m huntin’ rabbits, as large as bears. They’ll pay generously and I kinda need cigs n’ beer. What ya say, deal?”

“Now, where’s your spear?”

“A lil’ luckier sounds like an understatement.” Another snort and what sounded like a hushed cackle to voice his amusement, then he was set to let it pass. A joke was only funny for so long, after all. Didn’t want to run it into the ground just yet. Instead, he allowed his head to rise, tilted upward to better see past the furred brim of his hood. Crimson irises catching a matching pair at the duplicates inspection.

A singular brow quirks at the mention of antennae, glancing up quickly to stare at the hanging additions this world was oh so generous to give him. Perhaps not a favored change, but compared to what the Lancer was given, he’d accept what he got.

“Hey, I’ll take what I got. ‘least I ain’t twitchin’ up a storm and fightin’ off the urge to chase my own ass,” he chortles, giving one last kick to the subject before letting it drop. “-- and good, an extra hand might be useful. We could split the reward, then. Should be enough to cover the wants of two.”

“As for the spear, I could be askin’ ya somethin’ similar. That wooden balancing pole ain’t gonna be doin’ much to save your act in whatever circus you got sucked into.” A wooden spear was a better starting point than what he had been left with, but would he openly dwell on that? Not to himself, surely. “I’ve got myself set. If we go wastin’ anymore time, though, our catch is gonna slip away.”

#houndofireland #( houndofireland oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war )

houndofireland‌:

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Lancer sniffed the wind, it carried the stench of beast and trampled leaves. Even if the rabbit season was started with the first snow, the tracks were clear as they disappeared into the forest. He crouched, picking up the fresh mud between his fingers, the other hand holding the wooden spear to his shoulder.

He grinned, pleased. It was almost like hunting when he was still alive. The pair of lupine ears rose forward, only one gyrating to the side as if something had perked its interest.

Lancer rose and glanced back, his whole disgrace exposed, the wolfdog attributes obvious under the orange dusk.

“Who?…”

It was rather difficult, trying to remain silent while tailing a lupine reflection. A simple quest glossed over from the board within the town had first taken the faeken’s interest, drawing him out here. Following tracks just as the other had been -- but they could only keep him occupied for so long. The twitch and swivel of the ears is what finally shattered the quiet, a snort expelled into a loose fist.

Humor aside, it was clear that with such sharpened senses there was no point in remaining unseen. Magics were allowed to dissolve, allowing the caster into view... albeit partially hunched over as he released another snort. There may have been some weight put into that makeshift staff of his to keep balanced.

“-- pfft -- oh, man. Ya really got the shit end o’ the stick this time, huh.”

Perhaps there should be some offense taken. After all, it was like looking in a mirror and the the reflection he was given wasn’t too pleasant. But, given technicalities, it wasn’t truly himself, so to speak. He earned the right to laugh.

“Your sorry state aside -- I take it you’re followin’ the same quest?”

#houndofireland #( houndofireland oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war )#&QUEST; ( accepted )#( rabid rabbit )

It was a path less crossed, present yet faded and worn. The trees and entangled vines eating it up as the days passed. A perfect little hideaway for those that wished to stow themselves in the leaves, waiting for the opportune moment to spring themselves on any unfortunate enough to pass through. Who would expect them, after all?

But it was paths like these which he found himself drawn to. Perched within the trees, left to listen to the chirping and scuttling of wildlife in the bramble below and, of course, the more underhanded taking shelter behind the leaves. The sound became familiar, like white noise -- until a differing set of steps would draw their attention, and his own. It wasn’t long before he descended from his spot.

“I wouldn’t be goin’ that way if I were you,” he chose to warn. A few placed steps later and a branch was held before the young woman’s way, blocking her from continuing.

“Would hate to see what they’d do to an unsuspecting flower like you.” There’s a curl to his lips, a faint flicker of crimson irises cast over his shoulder. Perhaps it was something else, but there was a distinct shuffle of branches. “The on goin’ war brings in a lot of ‘em, y’know.” / @royaldevotion

#royaldevotion #( royaldevotion oo1 )#&EVENT; ( fantasia war )

alright! let’s actually get the ball rolling here -- one event starter call comin’ up! ( info for it can be found here. ) the cap will be set at FOUR while those with plotting ideas are able to exceed that cap!

#isola rp ad #( depending on what inspiration is i may or may not wait for quests to drop )#&OOC;

BASICS;

name: Cu Chulainn ( refers to self as Caster, responds to either ) age: 25 species: faeken appearance: the change isn’t too drastic. his face and skin are decorated in dark purple scales that leave a sort of spreading gradient over the skin in a matching color, while his hands and feat are coated so heavily in scales that they appear a solid color. matching the horns atop his head and the few that sit along his jaw. his ears are partially pointed and tinted in the same shade of purple. he seems to show more draken qualities than faekin, but the antennae protruding from his head are a clear indicator that he’s a mix.

seen on his face there are faintly glowing markings that run from his cheek and down along his neck, meeting up across his back ( though that’s usually left unseen). he possesses no tail or wings, but his fingers and toes are equipped with a small set of claws.

ABILITIES / WEAPON;

retained: disengage weapon: originally given a nerf bat upon entry, he’s instead replaced it with a firm, shaped tree branch and wields it much the same as he would his staff ( or spear, depending on the scenario ) spells: restore, awake, fire, blessing, eclipse, silence, light, invisibility

ALLEGIANCE;

kingdom: Airaisal occupation: there’s no set job for him, preferring to take on a multitude of small jobs or duties that he may come across. it keeps busy and allows some funds into his pockets.

and although it’s not a job, per say, he finds himself acting as a partial guide to those that may find themselves lost within the surrounding forests. nothing wrong with lending a helping hand, right?

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