Kil'anas Starseeker

This is the mind of Kil'Anas Starseeker. For the most part IC, but may have an OOC post here and there, but rarely. Enjoy.

[kilanas-starseeker]

"Welcome back, Magister." Kyla smiled and handed him a massive box of cupcakes and cookies. "I've missed you, so much! Where does everyone go who hides?"

“You had a visitor today, Lord Starseeker,” addressed the physician as he lowered himself into the seat next to the bedside. Korwyn watched as his only given response was the work of mechanical ‘beeping.’ The box that sat in the doctors hands was large and tall, roofed with a visible plastic to view the delicious contents that remained inside.

“An adorable young woman named Kylareth wanted to give these to you in person. Unfortunately, I could not grant her entry. She was quite curious on where you had been for the last few months.”

Korwyn shook the box gently, lifting the cardboard lid for a peek. “My, my, how delicious.” He prompted with excitement. “I suppose I will put your treats in the refrigerator. We wouldn’t want one of your nurses to steal a snack or two, now would we?”

The Doctor hoisted himself from his seat, waltzing the corridor of the infirmary stopping just before the door. “It would be a shame if Miss Kylareth wasn’t informed of the goodness of her treats, Lord Starseeker,” Korwyn began as he gave a look to his patient once more.

“...don’t keep her waiting.”

@kylareth

[senkkei-deactivated20191102]

i realised that people’s main OC (excluding like, sonas obviously) is almost always a reflection of themselves, something that allows them to vent their insecurities or be a vessel for what they wish they could be, and it becomes incredibly easy to find out things about a person by looking at their OC

probably an obvious fact but ive been thinking about it

[meet-your-faet-deactivated20240]

I feel like I should be terrified considering what kind of character Kit is… @selihaven can attest

[kilanas-starseeker]

Haha. I’m not as smart is Kil is. Not nearly.))

[kilanas-starseeker]

Comatose pt. 2: The Autumnfall Burden

The crimson halls were all too familiar. The torches, laminated in their thalassian gold, illuminated the path that the physician so eagerly took. His footsteps were hurried, the doing of urgency, all in an effort to reach the chamber doors that established his destination.

Korwyn paused before the doors. Nostalgia had captured him, but had not settled the sickening feeling that weighed in his stomach.

The doors parted by the doctor’s command, revealing the formal chamber room that hosted the congregation. Several of Quel’thalas’s most notable lords and ladies were gathered around the oval table, some seated while others remained standing. Amongst the many heads that turned, a single voice overcame the atmosphere of intrusion.

“Welcome, Doctor Autumnfall. I am pleased to know that you received my summoning. Please. Have a seat.”

Korwyn swallowed hard. “I apologize for my late arrival, Lord Lightwield. Dalaran is--”

“In a state of emergency, yes, we are fully aware, Doctor,” answered the elder that sat at the helm of the gathering. The elder cleared his throat as he rose from his seat. His radiant sapphire gaze shifted to all those that gave their attention to him. A single hand was raised from his pearly colored robes commanding the doors to close and the torches to dim. “Let us not waste time in this hour of crisis, this moment of wickedness and grim fate…Lord Or’theros, if you would.”

The Lord nodded as he stepped to the front of the conversation. “Approximately 72 hours ago, a criminal suspected of treachery and the murdering of a feudal lord was brought before the magistrate by the hand of King’s Guard Commander, Lord Sapphiron Starseeker, for trail. Some of you that are here now were in attendance, as was, his grace, the Sun King and the Prince.” He began, resting his hand upon the hilt of his blade. “It was during the trial that the suspect broke free of his bonds and targeted Commander Starseeker with the assistance of three impersonators…”

The atmosphere grew tense as many shook their heads in disgust.

“As of yesterday, Lord Sapphiron Starseeker, Patriarch of House Starseeker and its following households, has been declared dead, and his firstborn son, Kel’thelan Starseeker as its new patriarch.” The lord continued. “Since then, several members of prominent families across the eastern kingdoms have been targeted, and many, successfully assassinated.”

“What could this mean?” cried one of the ladies. Korwyn looked up towards the woman, had he not already recognized her, it would’ve been her broach that established her as the Dawnreaver matriarch.

Many spoke in unison, declaring their disbelief and their questions. Between the information and the unknown, there was little room for solace. Korwyn closed his eyes. He was fully aware of the situation, and dreaded every moment of it. There was so much more to the evident crisis than what was given, but he could not grasp even the slightest bit of it until a single voice pulled his attention back into the circle.

“And what of the Starseekers?” Voiced the Eventide patriarch, accompanied by his equally rational matriarch.

There was an eerie silence that lingered as the lords and ladies looked between each other. “Doctor Autumnfall..?” Spoke the Lightwield elder as he turned his wrinkled face toward the physician. “Perhaps you could alleviate the Eventides, as well as the rest of us, of our inquiries, yes?”

Korwyn pursed his lips before rising slowly. “As of four hours ago, 25 members of House Starseeker and their lesser houses have been assassinated. Fourteen of them being direct descendants of the Starseeker lineage. It can be reasonably concluding that the other killings that are happening around the globe are simply a distraction for the true wickedness at play. Someone is targeting the Starseekers and is succeeding.”

“What of Sapphiron’s children?” Interjected another. “How do we know that Kel’thalan and Kil’anas Starseeker are safe?”

“Kel’thelan is under the protection of his subordinates, seeing as how he, too, exists as a division commander within the King’s Guard.” Voiced a decorated magister, a speaker for the Bloodsworn family. “As for Kil’anas, he is currently at the right hand of one of the Kirin Tor’s Council of Six. Considering their abilities, I would concern myself less with Sapphiron’s children, but rather their families. What of Kel’thelan’s heir?”

The prophet of the Lightwield family shook his head. “Kel’thelan has taken no wife, nor bore any children...however…”

The elder’s gaze was cast upon Korywn who, in turn, swallowed before speaking. “Two hours ago, Kil’anas’s wife, Serrena Or’theros-Starseeker arrived in Dalaran seeking emergency treatment.” He paused. “Twenty minutes before my arrival, Serrena Or’theros delivered a child. A healthy baby boy.”

“The boy is not safe in Dalaran!” Voiced a Lord

“He is no safer in Quel’thalas!”

The voices gathered in debate, only to be silenced by the hand of the Elder. “The boy cannot remain under the care of either the Starseekers nor the Or’theros families...” Lord Or’theros remained silent as the Elder continued. “...for simply existing in either family’s houses would bring about suspicion and endanger the child. It also goes without question that no one bearing the Starseeker surname can know of his existence.”

“Perhaps we should place him into the care of another house.” voiced the Eventide matriarch. “The Eventides have long been friends to the Starseekers. We would take the boy in with open arms.”

The Elder smiled. “Your generosity is most gracious, Lady Eventide, but the matter has already been discussed.”

Korwyn watched the elder rise with a curiosity that matched the climate of the room.

“I have spoken to my granddaughter in law over this particular occasion. It is with her consent and her persistence that the boy be placed under the care of an individual whose family has long served the Starseeker House in times of sickness and in health.”

The lords and ladies looked amongst each other, eager to solve the riddle the Elder had offered them.

“Who is it?” A lord chimed.

“Yes, who shall bear this burden?” Inquired another.

The elder pointed a single gesture, and with it, directed the attention of the room. “Will you take this burden, this grand responsibility, to guide the child born of the Starseeker lineage? Will you raise him to bear the burden of his bloodline whilst naming the child neither Starseeker nor Or’theros? Will you take Anasuren Sapphiron Lightwield as your own and see to it that he fulfills himself as one of High Thalassia’s greatest legacies?”

Korwyn lifted his head.

“What say you, Korwyn Autumnfall?”

--

Korwyn woke with a start. He had fallen asleep on his desk again, specifically on his paperwork; something he made note of as he peeled the parchment that had stuck to his face.

Another dream…

The Doctor peaked his head out into the infirmary. Nothing had changed. The setting was still dark, and the only patient present remained in his bed.

“Bloody hell…” Korwyn groaned as he ran his fingers across his face. He looked amongst the scatters of paperwork, the build up of medical records, research, and personal notes.

“I wonder...”

[kilanas-starseeker]

Comatose.

The foul taste of plastic was enough to convince Korwyn to pull his pen from his teeth. His attention was captured entirely by the language written across the medical machinery, but he was not unaware of the silence that lingered across the infirmary.

Three hundred hours. Vitals are normal. No significant change in heart rate nor respiratory count. He scribbled into his report. Signed, Dr. Korwyn S. Autumnfall

Korwyn passed a breath before settling his clipboard onto his crossed legs. Rings were beginning to settle around his emerald eyes. He was tired, but very accustomed to the practice of skipping sleep in the workplace.

“It’s not healthy to stay up so late, Doctor,” spoke a voice from across the row of empty patient beds. “Even you need your rest.”

The physician remained unfaltered as the clicking of footsteps broke the silence. “An abundance of rest benefits only children, the injured, and the dead.” Korwyn turned his head and then his chair to face the character. “Is there something I can help you with, Master Lightwield?”

“Must you always be so blunt with me..?” Mumbled the youth as he ran his fingers through his mess of blond hair, jamming his other hand into the pocket of his lab coat. He was tall and pale as his thalassian heritage would suggest. Soft aquamarine eyes moved between the doctor and his patient as he stepped before the end of the bed. “I thought I would relieve you. After all, this is -his- fifth week in comatose without any sign of progression or regression.” He added with a pointed finger toward the bedridden patient. “I don’t imagine anything will happen between now and--”

“This is beyond your skill set.” Korwyn snapped, averting his attention to his patient. “Besides…”

The noise had settled, leaving only the rhythm of the machinery to alleviate the silence.

“Mn..” Hummed the youth as he watched the still body that laid beneath the thin white sheets. “How did it happen?”

“Rapid exhaustion. Mana depletion. Forbidden magic.”

The youth peaked. “I don't understand.”

Korwyn huffed, sinking further into the comfort of his rolling seat. “I do not expect you to.” He answered as he ran his long fingers over the runes that were spread across the patient’s chest. “I have tended to many great families with extremely complicated magical and medical histories. My father, more-so than I, and his father, before him.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses before rising to his feet. “Many patients and their legacies have placed their lives in the palm of my hand,” He furthered before pointing toward the motionless body. “But -his- lineage has tested the extent of my medicinal and healing powers.”

The youth looked to the Doctor, and then the patient. He took place just over the opposite bedside, taking his chance to inspect the patient’s runes. “T-this is…The thaumaturgist’s resort!? I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!” He began as he pulled a small tome from the pockets of his lab coat. He flipped the pages in bulk, and then individually, before coming to a sudden halt. “It’s a form of repelling sorcery. A spell designed to stalemate a degree of powerful magicks down to their arcanic make-up!” He ran his finger further down the onyx colored design. “Blended with rune and healing magic, it can be used to hold even the most parasitic afflictions at bay! But…”

“But a spell of such magnitude would require a steady and ample supply of mana.” Answered the doctor with folded arms. The youth met the doctor’s gaze with silence. “Only a handful of clerics have successfully performed the spell, and even then, if it was not the affliction that conquered the spell, it was the spell itself that swallowed the patient’s life energy.”

Korwyn lowered himself into his seat once more, anchoring his arms just over the comfort of his knees. “We were both young elves when the magister brought his affliction before me. Given his medical history, he and I were able to craft the spell accordingly to his body and the magic that ate at his very essence.”

Korwyn turned to the patient. “We were baffled when he survived the procedure, and even more-so with every century that has passed since. That was almost twelve hundred years ago.”

The youth gazed over the bedridden magister in silence, almost in awe, before looking to the doctor once more. “Do you think he knows?”

Korwyn peaked. “Knows what?”

“That he is in a coma?”

Korwyn scoffed. “Of course not. However…” He began as he turned his eyes toward the bed. “I am certain he is aware that something isn’t right.”

The youth pressed his lips together. “Do you think he will wake up?”

“I am confident.”

There was a silent exchange between the two before the youth bowed in respect to his superior. “Shorel’aran, Doctor. I will leave you to your patient.” He offered before departing.

Korwyn looked onward as the door was closed behind the youth.

“You must forgive me, Magister. He still hasn’t acquired a knack for formal medical atmospheres. However. You would be extremely proud of his intellectual genius. I suspect he will become an even greater cleric than I, and an even greater scientist than his father. Anasuren Sapphiron Lightwield. What a brilliant name born from one of High Thalassia’s most vile tragedies.”

There was silence. The only response that was given was the clicking of the medical machinery that kept the magister alive.

Korwyn smiled, “I suppose that is enough conversation for today.” The doctor rose from his seat, folding his clipboard underneath his arm. “I will be back to take your next hourly report, my lord--”

The doctor’s words came to a sudden halt as a single hand reached out from underneath the sheets to grab ahold of the physician’s wrist. Cold fingers gripped the doctor’s flesh tightly before falling limp once more.

Korwyn shifted, settling his composure and dismissing the shock that overcame his being.

Could he be awake? No...No, he is entirely unconscious. This was done out of sheer will power. Korwyn rationalized as he watched the limp patient, glancing to the tubes that sprouted from the magister’s body. “Have you been listening this whole time…?”

“...Kil’anas?”

[kilanas-starseeker]

OOC thoughts.))

Somedays...

I wish I could involve Kil’anas in some more promiscuous, adventurous, and dramatic situations...

Only somedays though...

[weavemama]

Y'ALL SJSJAJSKSHJFDJJSJDKSK

[fairy-islearchive-deactivated20]

This gonna be a new meme, isn’t it?

[weavemama]

yeah…,,, the producer of IT wasn’t ready for any of this 😭😭😭

[felonous]

So random bit of cool information about ‘It’ and the actor that plays Pennywise, Bill Skarsgård actually has amblyopia in his left eye (lazy eye).  One of the most awesome things about Pennywise, to me at least, was that his eyes never seemed to focus on the same thing.  I had thought it was just a clever CGI effect but NOPE!  This is the actor, he can do this himself.  Is that perfect casting or what?

[kilanas-starseeker]

Also, he explains that him and his older brother Alexander Skarsgard have enough control of their lip muscles to make that sinister clown smile that keeps the upper lip straight and the lower lip curved into a ‘U’ shape.

It was definitely a perfect cast. Also, not to mention, he did an excellent interpretation of pennywise! A nice psychotic/sinister break from Tim Curry’s more comical interpretation.

[kilanas-starseeker]

♀♀

The audience was grand. Of this, I can remember. I remember the violet banners that towered beside the honored. I remember the seats upon which we sat in.

Funny.

How we all thought we would collapse from their fragile structure.

“...and now, my fellow graduates,” The salutatorian announced to his peers. “There is something to be said of the virtue of dedication.”

The graduates were eager, fully upright in their seats as they watched their speaker. Even the dim hum of conversation amongst the proud audience seemed to fade into the silence of the anticipation.

“Seldom are the moments when a single person rises above the occasion, both physically and academically, to not only stand as a symbol of intelligence, but as a symbol of hard work, perseverance, and most of all, leadership.”

The speaker paused, turning from the podium to one of the few that sat proudly behind his posture.

“The man I am yet to introduce has not only defied the odds, but as displayed undeniable excellence in every aspiration he has dared set his sights upon. It is through his example, that we are given proof that anything is possible. The world may know him as a birth of nobility, but we know him as a dedicated scholar. A fighter. A student. A teacher. And a great friend.”

The audience began to stir. Encouragement resonated in the graduates’ presence.

“My fellow graduates, it is my honor as your salutatorian to introduce to you, the valedictorian of your class, Mr. Kil’anas Lorithel Starseeker!”

The audience roared with applause as Kil’anas stood from his seat. Smiles and waves were exchange amongst the youth and his peers as he took the podium, cradling the edges with both hands.

“My fellow graduates…” Kil’anas addressed, bringing the applause to an eventual halt.

The moment had begun to slow itself, coming to an almost complete stand-still. The bright blue eyes that defined the youth’s descendants carefully scanned the audience to a select section of the amphitheater.

Three seats stood upright from the reserved section upon which he laid eyes on. The smile that once stained his cheeks began to fall as he noted their vacancy.

Father is not here… He thought to himself as he shifted to where his older brother was yet to be seated. Neither Kel’thelan…

His heart sunk. The mountain upon which he once stood, now began to crumble, denying the pride he so desperately wished to wear on his chest.

The youth’s eyes widened as he moved to the third.

There she sat. Almost glowing amongst the seat of violet and white colors that flooded the audience. Her golden hair, braided and curled, sat gently across her pale shoulders, complementing the grand dress that accommodated her body. Her fair eyes watched the youth with, not only pride, but a love so strong.

Mother… he thought to himself as his lungs rushed with air; life brought once more to his composure.

How beautiful she was in her sickness, the gem of the Lightwield family and the center of the Starseeker family, smiling to her beloved second son with hands cupped within her lap.

Kil’anas smiled as he watched her. The air began to move once again, resuming the moment that once stood still.

“...it is with great honor that I embark on the next chapter of our lives next to each and every one of you.”

@bloodknight-rosalie

((Sorry it took so long to post!))

[itsjustonebullet]

{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

[glorenelya]

[magemora-deactivated20180228]

My poor RP partners. Thank you for putting up with me. lol

[kilanas-starseeker]

@elenariseventide *crying emoji* Thank you for putting up with my all of these years.

[nefia-deactivated20180810]

I found another secret guys

Behind this altar

Theres a secret chest tucked away behind the waterfall there

Inside it youll find this staff (but thankfully not the entire transmog, i was in a hurry, shut up)

Note: You’ll need to loot it on a toon that can equip staves to collect the appearance but it can be looted on any character that has completed week 1 of argus quests

[nocterax]

Need it!!!! (ToT)

[thetrashmanofmg]

Bless you. 

[kilanas-starseeker]

LOVE LETTERS: There once lived a Magister in the magic, floating city -- he was named after the stars, but he sparkled twice as pretty -- yet cared he aught for slender nape or a comely, curvy, cute shape? -- Nay! He preferred the company of those proven to be witty. But dare he cast a glance in the most unusual direction -- and overlook that her face lacks much in perfection -- he'll have a chess partner to test him and if she manage to best him -- he may sport an embarrassing erection!

Kil’anas had been shuffling through the numerous files and documents that had flooded his desk since his departure. Everything from civil disputes to criminal investigations found itself into several stacks that managed almost a meter high.

“If there truly is no rest for the wicked…” The archmagus grumbled as he began organizing the files. “Then the just must be equally as overwhelmed…”

One by one, the documents began to fly. Signatures and stamps of approval cut through the silence of the office in an almost orchestrated rhythm.

“I...Magister Kil....anas… so on and so on…” He repeated, mirroring the pen strokes crafted from his slight of hand. “...approve this...notion.”

He had set down the pen, exhausted from his work. “Any more of this and I--”

His words trailed off as he caught eye of an oddly shaped envelope. The dust that accumulated on the parchment suggested that it had been sitting in his office for a lengthy amount of time.

“There once lived a magister…” He oddly read. “...a love letter?”

He continued to read the poem, smiling between each line.

“...He may sport an embarrassing-- Oh, my…”

Kil’anas set the note down, resorting to the comfort of his seat.

“I don’t even know what to say.”

((Sorry it took so long to respond T.T))

[amarperdona-deactivated20180311]

“Why I hate straight men,” a thread by me. Congrats, you assholes. You just scared me to fucking death. You know what’s the worse bit? Feeling helpless because you know that you can’t risk angering them. That’s it. That’s the worst fucking part.

[kilanas-starseeker]

*clears throat* ))

Um. Those guys aren’t men. ))

They are just assholes. ))

- A straight man))

[kilanas-starseeker]

Send this to the 12 nicest people who you know or seem to have a good heart. If you get five back then you must be pretty awesome! ((Kil, we have been friends for a while ever since I really kinda started my other character. You are such a wonderful singer and your writing is top notch when it comes to your characters. I really look forward to the day that Bella actually gets to meet Kil cause I think they would hit it off famously!))

I’m sorry I am just now replying to this, but thank you so much! And YES! THEY NEED TO MEEEEEET!))

[kilanas-starseeker]

Trials: The fel cure trials

Figures in white coats floated around the laboratory in a controlled chaos. Between the respective calls and signals communicated amongst one another, only a single voice rose above the noise to direct them.

“Add the pollutant,” Commanded Kil’anas as he carefully watched the experiment unfold.

In the center of the room, an upright entity comprised of arcane energy hovered over the rune to which it had been bound. Its wailing had begun to disturb the efficiency of the atmosphere, yet the team of scientist persisted to resume their trials.

“Do it now!”

The assistant hesitated, cradling the fragile container with both hands before mustering the courage to approach the spawn. She lowered herself carefully, cautious of the rune-spell’s binding, and proceeded to administer the next step.

“Day three of the Fel Cure trails,” Recited Kil’anas. With a snap of his fingers, a quill and several pages of parchment were spawned into existence. The quill etched vigorously to match the archmagus’s notes.

Following the failures of methods one and two, I have begun experimentation with our third and possibly final attempt at successfully restoring arcane purity from fel-affliction. Clocking at zero minutes and forty-eight seconds, phase one has been initiated. Pollution.

Kil’anas rose to face the entity, now writhing with the looming infection. The pure white glow that once resonated throughout its magical form now grew dim as the administered fel magic began to encroach.

The subject has successfully received the pollutant. Clocking at two minutes and seventeen seconds, phase two is to be initiated. Restoration.

“Take your places!” Announced the magister as he gestured toward the experiment grounds.

The eight assistants moved quickly to surround the subject, whispering phrases of magic and enchantment to protect themselves from the dangers to come.

“Now!”

Clocking at four minutes even, my assistants have begun channeling excessive amounts of arcane magic into the subject. Necessary measures have been taken to ensure the entity’s stability.

Four minutes and twenty three seconds. The infection appears to be receding.

Thirty-four percent.

Twenty-nine percent.

Fifteen percent.

The air was suddenly split in two by a dreadful screech; the entity had begun to thrash in its binding.

“Something is wrong,” Kil’anas cried as he shifted amongst his team. “Abort! Cancel the procedure and prepare to eliminate the subje--”

His words were lost in the atmosphere as the subject exploded with a tremendous boom. Glass and stone had shattered alike, leaving the platoon of scientist sprawled across the floor reaching for comfort. Beneath where the entity once stood, existed a ring of ash that trailed in a circle-like-manner.

“Lord Starseeker!” cried one of the scientists as he rushed to the magister’s side.

“I am okay,” Kil’anas dismissed as he hoisted himself to his feet, looking to the group that was still collecting their well-being. “Return to the citadel, and recollect yourselves. We do not have much time, and we are no closer to success than we were three days ago. You are all dismissed.”

The platoon accepted their orders with uncertainty, leaving the magister alone in his messy laboratory. “Damn it!” He shouted as he swatted over a rack of empty vials.

The moment that passed allowed Kil’anas to recollect his composure. There was much work to be done, and little effort to be wasted in frustration. From the corner of his eye, the pen and parchment remained untouched, tucked away in a bit of rubble that was pushed into a corner.

Two fingers were all it took to command the tools to record the last bit of the magister’s experiment.

Clocking in at approximately five minutes and thirty seconds, the subject as spontaneously exploded. Result of method three…

Failure.

[kilanas-starseeker]

Origins: The scientist and the scholar.

Uncertainty had clouded the scholar’s judgement as he read over the research documents. Complex algorithms and descriptive notes filled the white parchment from top to bottom, leaving no moment of the trials undocumented.

“Are these results legitimate?” Inquired the scholar, turning to the young scientists that stood at the helm of the company.

Seven scientists, dressed from head to toe in the most superior of lab equipment, stood in file beside one another.

“Of the five experiments conducted in relation to the hypothesis, five were performed with astonishing success…” began the center figure as he stepped from his colleagues.

A moment was given as the scientist began to reach for his mask.

“In addition to the unanimous results, a post-analysis deemed the mean percentage of error to exist beneath a third of a percent.”

“I do not understand…” The scholar confessed as he set the documents back into their respective folders. “This should not be possible.”

The young scientist smiled as his high thalassian features were exposed; his long, silk-like hair falling gently across his white lab coat. “If I may, Sir…” He opted. “Prior to our experimentation…”

“It was not possible.”

[kilanas-starseeker]

The Mirror.

“Is there anything else you wish to tell me, my lord?”

The physician was not one to be fooled so easily, but the elder lord had several centuries of practice; Deceit had become child’s play.

“No, Sir,” Kil’anas answered with a smile.

The physician hummed with uncertainty, proceeding to jot a final bit onto his analysis before making for the door.

“Let me remind you, Lord Starseeker, that this is your final check-up prior to your deployment,” The physician addressed as he wrapped his long fingers around the shape of the door knob. “An elf of your age--”

“I understand,” Kil’anas interrupted. “I promise that I am feeling well.”

An expression was exchange between the two before the physician left the magister to his own thoughts.

Kil’anas frowned as he moved to face the mirror that sat in the examination room. It had been some time since he had a moment to gaze upon his bare figure. Scar tissue that lifted his flesh in various spots told as many stories as the runes and marks that stained his body.

“Mn…” He mumbled in silence.

A shift in the atmosphere had made itself known as the magister slipped back into his garments. Whether it was simply the cold temperature or an omen of ill-fate, Kil’anas was not certain.

And so he began, as he had many times before, stepped through the frame of uncertainty.

Argus was waiting…

[ramseydawnbridge]

😍

It was late in the afternoon, the hot sun beaming through the large windows of the Silvermoon City Library. Tucked into one of the enormous chairs in the main hall sat the apostle, a stack of books at her feet and one in her hand. She had been there all day, and the thought of heading home had crossed her mind more than once. The book in Ramsey’s hands closed, a slip of paper falling into her lap. Upon inspection, Ramsey found it to be a portrait of the Magister, rather fitting to be found in his works. 

“Magister Kil’anas. What an intelligent man, and handsome at that in his younger years. Too bad he’s old enough to be my grandfather, I find him rather attractive.”

( @kilanas-starseeker Thank yah, bitch <3)

[kilanas-starseeker]

“Ah...-- Achoo!!”

Kil’anas winced, keeping his head lowered while he attempted to reach for a napkin.

“Why do I have the feeling...” He began, clearing his sinuses. “That someone is talking about me..?”