seek the truth

Closed RP Blog for Elffin (FE6). Affiliated Blue Lions Student at The Officer's Academy.

[lazulienne]

so long, my pretties

        ⤷   non-mission task:   showcase  ( sword +1 )

[lazulienne]

     The crowbar hits the ground, and Lapis strains herself when she sees and hears it, eyes alight with a determination burning anew. Her fellow inmate had held up his end of the deal, so she needed to do the same! Adrenaline pushes her.

“Can you not hear me? I know you should! Come on!” the guard continues to call out as he pursues her, picking up his pace into a jog. He's quick to catch up, having no injury holding him back, and when he sees Lapis crouch on the ground, he reaches his hand out to grab her arm. “You're coming with— GRAGHHH...”

THUD!

The man falls into a heap, Lapis using their close proximity to swiftly strike him with the crowbar, knocking him out cold. The Brodian sucks in a breath, hand still clenched tightly around the improvised weapon as she checks to make sure he's unconscious (or dead, beggars can't be choosers) and then looks at the direction he came from, waiting to see if any other guard might pour out to replace him.

But nothing. After a full minute passes, she calls out, unsure where her comrade might be, “Coast's clear! You can come out now!”

[moriddyn]

Adrenaline, for all its uses, does not make the simple task of matching the key to the lock any easier. The first, slipping, then too large, the second too thin. One by one- methodical, though perhaps a little too quick should he dismiss an attempt as failed from the key than from trembling hands, he finds the correct one, a click of the door.

He pushes it open, having heard yet not acknowledged the clatter from behind him. It could go either way- that she had noticed in time, used the crowbar to her advantage, or that the guard had gotten the better of her.

The air greets him first- fresh and cool. The scent of grass- thankfully, it seemed that there were none posted directly outside the door. Glancing about, the building stretched longer than he expected- that perhaps they put them closer to the door for their own convenience, or, that this was not the last location that they would have been brought to.

He shivers.

Behind him, he hears a voice- not that of their captor, thankfully, and he heads back in to the hall. The warm lighting spills out just enough that he thinks he sees the silhouette of someone fallen in the distance, though he does not try hard to make it out. And standing over it-

(He hadn't asked for her name- there hadn't been much of a chance.) Elffin waves at her to come to him.

"It's a way out- over here."

[deliverred]

Turns Out Pugs Aren't The Worst Thing We Did To Dogs

Pearlescent +1 Riding

[deliverred]

Not a full path to follow, but at least they had some idea as to where to begin. It was, if only minimally, heartening to know that even the Lady herself possibly needed some form of guide to this hidden area of hers. It meant that she was not so incredibly cunning or well-versed in these deeds that something couldn't slip through the cracks without her notice.

"You've a skill for this, I see," Lukas comments, letting the shared information settle in his mind. "My information is much more lacking, I'm afraid. Many of her staff were tight-lipped, though I noticed that hardly any of them ever did any work out on the grounds -- which at least means that their eyes likely have been dissuaded from straying into the maze, which works in our favor."

What Elffin had to share of Lady Duval's schedule backed up something else he'd noticed about the estate: the semi-frequent deliveries from the market.

A house would always need a steady stream of supplies to remain running smoothly, of course, but this place was used more as a get away than a permanent residence. It wouldn't be difficult to plan for a stay, extended or otherwise, so having deliveries made this often was a little strange. Especially when said deliveries never set foot inside the main house, only ever going through the back and into the garden.

"If we cannot follow her path, there may be another way we can try -- though I was unable to fully confirm it," he admits, not entirely enthused by the level of uncertainty they were operating under. "Aha, on that, I'm afraid we are on equal ground. Such sleight of hand is not a skill I was blessed with, nor educated in. But tracking is something I can do with more certainty."

They would need to be quick and careful. The margin of error here was small.

"Are you prepared to act when our chance comes?"

[moriddyn]

Gathering information was a skill useful anywhere, it seemed, and another tool that Elffin reminds himself to keep well-maintained. But for now, unless they sought to delay this trip by another day, or perhaps find it cancelled altogether, it was more important to act in the present.

"If you have confidence in your tracking, then all the better." If the servants are dissuaded from looking too hard in the garden, and the Lady had just left, that would mean only the security she left within the maze would remain.

Following her old trail would be of higher concern- if there was more than one area of interest, they may miss it in the confusion of exploration. But finding even one piece of evidence was better than none.

"Of course." Is his second response, "I would not be here otherwise."

Elffin had timed his arrival around when she had already entered but not yet left- a little earlier to allow himself the grace to find a place to hide and wait. It seemed the Professor had the same idea, as the two wait in silence for her to appear again.

Waiting always felt longer when there was something of urgency to be done, but impatience would all but ensure they were caught. He catches wind of her footsteps first, then the sound of metal on metal- a key scraping into an old lock.

The fence opens, and she steps out- the smell of iron and something else lingering behind her. A glance to the left, to the right, before she locks the gate again and walks away with an apparent expression of disgust.

"Now."

[moriddyn]

when you say eat the rich...

[encantresse]

it was not out of the ordinary for elffin to be tight-lipped—she'd long since learned not to anticipate lengthy explanations from him, seeing as he often preferred to keep things succinct whenever he could. what had stuck with her was that simple request from just a few nights ago, when he'd asked if she would make time for him, and that he could not speak of the matter at the ball. it left dorothea wondering what a man like him might even confess: something from his past, maybe? or did it have to do with more recent information that he'd stumbled upon and wished to divulge? was something that affected them both? or just her?

in any case, elffin's never been the type to idly gossip. thus, she concludes the obvious: whatever this is about, it's surely of great importance.

she accepts his invitation readily, her own schoolbooks in arm as she leads them to the library. conversation is kept informal and light; chatter about the weather and her day thus far, with the occasional glance his way to ensure she's not struck a nerve she doesn't yet know about.

once inside, beneath the flickering chandeliers overhead, she points out an empty table to him with a nod. it's their best choice, she thinks: tucked into a corner behind one of the massive pillars. best suited to privacy, though as her eyes dart around the room, she can't help but wonder if the presence of others might put him off from unloading whatever weighs on him. there aren't many, thankfully—just three golden deer students seated on the opposite side of the room, who all appear busy working amongst themselves.

dorothea neatly sets her books down and pulls one of the chairs free to lower herself onto it. with bright eyes surveying his features, she motions for her friend to join her.

"i can't remember the last time we studied together like this. it must be a special occasion." the joking tone aside, something about her delivery edges on expectant.

[moriddyn]

He joins her, sliding the seat out and settling in lightly- tense in his movements despite looking the contrary. The conversation is easy, as well, Dorothea warming the air skillfully with small talk as he attempts to find the right words to say.

The scratching of pens against paper was occasional, in lulls of the conversation or when the topic turned back again to their assignments. Eventually, she turns back to the invitation- perhaps not entirely out of character for him, but still uncommon enough to warrant the expectation she places on him.

Elffin smiles.

"That might be so." He hadn't missed the way she had caught sight of the others in the library, just as he had- far enough away that if he lowered his voice he doubts they could even tell he was speaking. "If- that is to say… I-"

A pause, he gathers himself again. "It is unfair to you, for all the trust you've placed in me, if I don't tell you this. But I ask for your patience- I don't often speak of this to others, for reasons I've spoken of before."

In passing, in their first meeting- does she remember?

"In truth- the name Elffin is... more of an alias than my name." A sigh.

He thinks to continue, but chooses to first gauge her reaction- it was a minute detail, something that revealed not the heart of the issue but something adjacent, and he checks that if it were enough to break her trust, or interest.

[peerlessscowl]

Skill issue simply don't get hit I think

[peerlessscowl]

The room that they were taken in seemed to have been used for multiple things at different times, although if Raven had to pinpoint a specific intention he didn’t think that he could. In part operating theatre, part shelf-lined library, part training arena, with tiles separating wood paneling on some walls, crisp wallpaper in others, and stern mortared stone in others.

Stepping within felt like a vacuum tugging at his breath, and he frowned at the pair of figures at the other end of the arena, coming from some other hallway that led to Saints only knew where else within this so-called academy. Discerning who was meant to be casted and who was meant to be subject was easy - one soft-handed and chin upturned, and the other dour, fidgeting.

“We use this room for delegate demonstrations, when necessary,” the representative said, gesturing for sorcerer and subject to come forth and enter the open space - though to Raven’s knowledge, the spell had not been casted yet.

A grin, greedy eyes raking over Elffin’s form first, then Raven’s. “I was thinking perhaps first, that you could meet Terse in regular combat, and then you might have a better reference for comparison.”

Raven’s eyes narrowed, first at the name, and then at the suggestion.

“No need. You can show us what you have now, and it won’t make much matter.”

A smarmy little smile, demurring. “As you like. Step forward, then.”

[moriddyn]

Elffin's eyes widen, slightly, at Raven's response- resists turning his head in that same surprise as the representative searches him. In a way, their countenances must mirror those on the opposite end- spellcaster and subject, student and mercenary. One confident, one nervous.

He looks over the two, notices how the mage looks steadily ahead, meeting his gaze, only breaking it to look to the representative for a final acknowledgement. How the other breaks eye contact quickly, expression growing darker.

The representative, for his part, waits for the combatants to step forward, slightly- though Elffin doesn't know if it was out of anything even remotely close to respect, or simply so that those he valued remained out of reach of the spell.

A signal is granted, simple- just a nod at the mage, who begins an incantation that was familiar enough to Elffin that his eyes move unconsciously to the source- just as one might when the lyrics of a childhood rhyme were changed.

Bits and pieces similar to that of his poison 101, expanded upon and changed. A sour feeling was left in the gaps of what he sought to memorize, to report back to the monastery or perhaps to find a counter on his own- it was similar enough to his own works that he felt uncomfortable in its method.

The one named Terse- the one who was supposed to be Terse, straightens with each further moment of the spell. There's a moment, or perhaps multiple, where Elffin thinks that the spell is finished, that it continues longer, and his eyes no longer focused on anything before him, his breathing slower and even.

Focused, now, Elffin tries to determine the source of the spell's power. Was he asleep? Unaware of his surroundings but still reactive- or perhaps he was completely unconscious.

[soulsaligned]

the stick hunt decree.

mission board: anniversary | sword +1 | chrom & elffin

[soulsaligned]

   Chrom hums a response in satisfaction, “though I am not familiar with the instruments of Bards, as I stated, something that would feel comfortable to you would be the most effective stick of them all.” Perhaps an instrument may have been a poor example, though, regardless of Elffin’s profession. How would an instrument be translated in the form of a stick?

   “Regardless,” Chrom swings his stick once more, and hums happily when he does. “It’s perfect.” He practically sings the response, as he lets the stick rest at his side. “I will be using it in the coming tournament, though I cannot allow you to go empty-handed, Elffin.” There’s something childish about Chrom’s excitement; truly, had he been set inside Ylisse’s royal walls with such a friend, would Chrom’s adolescent days have felt less lonely? 

   Such thoughts need not be explored, now. “A backup would not be necessary. I would be far more comfortable knowing you were able to take a stick of your own home, even if you hadn’t partook in the tournament yourself.” It was the right thing to offer Elffin, at that moment. Chrom would take his prize home, regardless of any victory or loss. So of course, Elffin deserved to be afforded the same luxury. 

   “So, let’s continue searching. Of course, that is unless you wish to call things to an end here? I would not wish to force you on a fool’s errand you wish to have nothing to do with.” That would also hold true. Chrom wasn’t the sort of person to force someone to do something against their will.

[moriddyn]

"Is that so?" Contrary to Elffin's own belief, then, that this man claims not to need a backup. It would be better to have one, in his opinion- though perhaps the lighthearted nature of the tournament dissuaded such caution. Was it unsportsmanlike? Or simply practical?

Regardless- there was no need for a spare if the swordsman had no intention of using it, so Elffin finds himself relaxing. More amenable to the act of meaningless search, as it were, more concerned with the enjoyment of the other than his own.

"Well, if you think that I should have something to bring… home, then I suppose I wouldn't mind looking a while longer." Then- what were his criteria to be? It would make things much simpler if he were clear, "I cannot carry anything too large or heavy, so something smaller would be better."

"Preferably the branch will be made of good wood- that way if I wish to keep it, I could have it made into something by a craftsman."

Does that go against the idea of finding a stick, he wonders? But a simple branch would not last long among his belongings- and any memories would remain alongside the material it provides.

[moriddyn]

blood in the wine

[hermidetta]

“really? i mean—” just this morsel of praise perks her head. “o-okay! i will.”

if there is the faintest skip in her step after him, bernadetta does not notice one bit. only some hours in with him and elffin has already stumbled upon what must make her tick.

because she carries her head just a pinch higher—just a pinch, as they stride off the beaten path. her insight is in no small part due to her own reclusive tendencies, and while elffin could not have known that in advance, it seems to pay in dividends on this excursion. true to her theory behind the tracks, they venture through enough shrubbery to hide a fox or a wolf, but hardly anything taller.

“hmm...” her gaze trains to the ground in attempt to make more out of the prints, but where they had been far simpler to find in plain dirt, the tracks have grown difficult to espy with the addition of scattered herbage. then, a pause.

“um...d-do you hear that?”

bernadetta's voice comes quiet, hushed. try as she might, she can't put a name to exactly what it is. water, or a whisper? both? neither?

[moriddyn]

Elffin smiles, glad to see the sprig of confidence sprout; he follows a few steps behind, letting her intuition take the lead. As the underbrush grows thicker, their chances of finding the traces of any trail grows slimmer, and so too does it become more difficult to casually traverse.

Though he was about to suggest that if they couldn't find anything for much longer, she proves herself once again in the lightest of comments, and he grows still to listen.

The sound of rustling- or no, of mumbling- the bubbling of a brook or the glance of wind in the trees. The longer he listens, the harder it is to discern between the other sounds the forest that surround them.

"Water?" He asks, though from her expression he guesses she doesn't know, either. "If it is, perhaps that is your stream."

One that would perhaps lead to a cave that they could point the hunters to, without getting too close. It is unreasonable, at this point, to ask her to take point when they would draw closer to something potentially dangerous, so he steps forward to keep pace instead.

The sound wasn't far from where they had first noticed it- though with movement slowed with caution it takes longer than expected to reach it. A stream, bubbling through the underbrush, so small and clear that it could easily be missed until it wet the sole of a shoe. A few slick stones promise a difficult time to cross, but more importantly lit the shadow of something further downstream.

"Careful," Hushed, he pulls back into the shadow of a tree, grabbing her lightly should she choose to move into view. "Did you catch what it was?"

[diadic]

    “An already wise, kind, and charismatic leader... Your recruitment requirements sound tough,” Leif replies bluntly, though whether he meant it with any sense of humor is difficult to read. Compared to the soft smile Elffin wears, Leif's demeanor is all dry, but in any case, there is no overt biting malice to it to the point he barks. He stays composed in that seat of his, rubbing his chin as he seems to mull things over.

“After all, not many people have all those qualities, do they?”

Hand on his chin comes back down to rest on his lap, fingers interlocking with their brethren from his other hand. He leans over the table slightly now.

“You make me wish I could meet him.” Perhaps if he did, the man would remind him of Lord Seliph. He starts to imagine Elffin at his cousin's side for it. “Is there anything in particular you think you would want him to keep most of all? If he remembers nothing else from your guidance...”

[moriddyn]

“Well, I’d like to believe my time is valuable enough to demand such traits,” Elffin hums. They were a necessity, else he would place his life in the wrong hands- better to present himself as critical than to end somewhere he doesn’t wish to be. “Without them, it would be difficult to trust their leadership.”

Perhaps he’d like it here, at this academy- with ranks that would undoubtedly hold those like him; though that was merely speculation on Elffin’s part. There was work to be done at home, after all, and even here, he feels the weight of what he has not done.

But that wasn’t for the young man before him to know. 

There are many things he could say in response to the last question- the usual, that are more platitude than truth, but may hold a fragment of it within- something akin kindness, or knowledge. The legends he had told or the choices that were made.

His chosen answer was simpler.

“… I hope he remembers his caution. Though his victory was hard won, the path he has chosen will not get easier.”

Nobles like him were not easy to come by, and do not last without it.

[moriddyn]

June Activity

Points Earned: 2

Check: Reason +1 Threads: Faith +1

Skill Changes:

Reason C+ (1) -> Reason B Faith E+ -> Faith D

Completed Threads:

maybe the true horrors were inside us all along [Faith +1] (Dorothea) dorothea ball mini (Dorothea)

Claims:

Fimbulvetr (Reason B) Nosferatu (Faith D)

[moriddyn]

when you say eat the rich...

[moriddyn]

A strange orb has been seen around the monastery, said to be from the world of Zenith. Rumors say that it can show another facet of yourself in another outfit, from another timeline, or even another world. [Grants Any Skill +1] starter for @encantresse

The ball, like any event, passed not quietly but simply. It was, after all, a night of festivities to be reminisced upon come the morning, but not one that left tangible changes save for what was cleaned from the event venue, though even that lasted no longer than a week.

Words spoken, however, lasted longer, lingering in the minds of those who granted them and those who received- though those spoken lightly less so. That, of course, was not Elffin’s concern.

It was only a few days after the ball, yet he already knew that if he did not spill his secrets now, he would once again clam up and lock them away. In truth, there was no logical reason to speak of them. With both their lives already forming, it was unlikely they would cross paths once he returns home- he, locked by obligation, she with a future that he hopes she finds bright.

If he kept silent, the likelihood of her ever learning was low.

And he could tell- the longer he waited, the more the idea of breaking his silence- of granting another layer of trust grew intimidating, and eventually, in a move driven both by caution and its absence, he asks if she had a moment to spare- that perhaps they could work in the library together.

He fails to mention anything else- half hoping she does not notice its absence, and half hoping she does.

[moriddyn]

yuo seem like a fungi to be around

[failnaughted]

Either Fódlan has had a strange penchants for cults and hidden societies as of late, or there are far more people hiding from the Church for various reasons than they ever realized.

Or maybe both.

Now normally, Claude would be in favor of just letting them be. He's been to Burrowhaven, he knows of the Abyss, and he's aware that many of those people just want to live their lives the way they want, and not the way the Church wants. Most of the time, there's no harm in that as far as he's concerned. Rhea would probably disagree, but he ain't asking her for opinions.

But when those cults and hidden societies start to involve people going missing, that's when also he will start thinking. Maybe snooping a little. Maybe even accepting a mission from the Church to investigate.

And that's where he finds himself right now, on the outskirts of a village that has reported more than ten disappearances in the last month, investigating the area - and getting repeatedly accosted by some totally not suspicious at all hooded figures trying to get him to come with them. In the end, he manages to get them to leave him alone for now with a promise to get his buddy and come find them later.

Which might not necessarily even be a lie.

"These priests sure are persistent," Claude nods to the other's observation. Elffin, as he's come to learn, a visitor from some faraway land, currently in the Blue Lions. The man's disposition appears soft, maybe even somewhat meek, and the House Leader can't help but wonder just how well he's suited for missions like this.

One's gotta learn, he supposes.

"If anything, I think they're responsible for the disappearances in one way or another. I think we've been recognized as Academy students, so they wouldn't try anything too funny or aggressive with us - but unarmed villagers will be a different story." Crossing his arms, he thinks for a moment, before looking up at the blond.

"I think I want to check them out from the inside. Are you up for that?"

[moriddyn]

A relief- that he was not alone in his aversion to the priests, and that the two of them started on the same page. Though Elffin could not say for certain if those missing were taken by force, or simply lured by the honeyed words that promised relief from the world's many woes, it wouldn't do for him to not have some amount of trust in his only ally.

So for now, it was enough that they held the same suspicions, and had the same goal.

"Yes, I think that would be best- but not without proper preparations."

The bare minimum, just in case something happens. After all, it's clear at the very least that the priests had no good intentions in mind, so what would happen once they agree to their proposal is anyone's guess.

"Is there anything you'd like to grab before we speak to them? I'd like to leave a note in our lodgings, at least, in case that something happens to us."

There isn't much else he can do, unfortunately, but it was always important to have some form of plan for emergencies, no matter how small. At the very least, the monastery was unlikely to take the disappearance of two students lightly- much less the disappearance of one of their most prominent heirs.

A trail, then, is likely to be noticed and followed.

"Shall we meet here again, once we are finished?"

[ulircursed]

skyward

⤷ anniversary 2025: flying +1

[ulircursed]

The other handles the bird with an appropriate amount of care — perhaps overly so, even, but it is better to be cautious when it comes to a creature still small and fragile as this one. It would be so easy for an accidental movement, even without any ill intention, to lead to fatal consequences.

(There is a flash of relief, too brief to dwell in his consciousness, as the hatchling leaves his hand altogether.)

" He seems responsive to you," he notes as the young bird takes to the bottle easily, despite Elffin's clear inexperience, " I have heard that male birds bond more strongly to their caretakers, though I admittedly do not have the full range of experience to verify that claim."

As though aware he's being referenced, Cranberry lets out a low coo, settling himself closer to the residual warmth from Andrei's palm.

" In any case, one so young will require quite constant care for at least another… two weeks, before it reaches a stage where it is capable of looking after its own needs," Andrei peers at Elffin appraisingly, " Only if you are capable of providing such care will you be admitted to the training program."

[moriddyn]

"Two weeks…" Elffin considers it, carefully. It would not do, after all, if he were to promise to care for the hatchling only to be incapable of following up on his word.

There was not much planned in the next two weeks, save for his schoolwork and the occasional missive home- certainly none of the monastery missions.

His classwork could easily be managed alongside caring for the animal- he was doing fine, and could miss a few lessons, if that was needed.

Though... there was a chance that he could fall ill, though low- and there was similarly a potential for events beyond his control to befall the monastery. Then again, that was (hopefully) a once in a lifetime occasion.

"Could you… give a brief description of what my responsibilities will entail? I should be able to care for him for two weeks, but… I'd like to know for certain before I promise anything."

[soulsaligned]

the stick hunt decree.

mission board: anniversary | sword +1 | chrom & elffin

[soulsaligned]

   Chrom nods along, satisfied that Elffin seemed to take his advice well. Talking to him was easy, and perhaps that was thanks to the shared goal of finding the best possible stick. Yet, as they chatted along about childish things such as finding the perfect stick, it almost felt as though Chrom was speaking to a friend of old. It was something nice, comforting and easy to embrace. 

   Then Elffin chimes in with a follow up question, and Chrom thinks it over. There is a fair point to consider – for someone who has little experience with a weapon proper, how would they go about finding the best stick in the context of it being like a weapon? It was a difficult question, at least on paper. Though, when someone as simple minded as Chrom gave it significant thought,

   “Well, then I still think it would matter if it felt comfortable in your hands, at that point. I suppose it is a more subjective idea then, when put that way.” His answer is as earnest as the question posed, and Chrom continues. “Wherein lies your expertise, Elffin? Perhaps your ideal stick could be something similar to an instrument you were accustomed to?”

   But before his question could be answered, his compatriot pointed out another stick. Or rather, a branch would be a more fitting comparison. ‘Sturdy looking build, even I could tell from a distance.’ Nodding, Chrom walks over to lift it from the ground, setting aside the sticks that already rest in his hands. There was heft to this branch, but not enough to deter Chrom from carrying it. It carried a similar weight as Chrom’s own signature blade, though perhaps it was a smidge lighter than the Falchion had been. 

   Chrom took a careful few swings, making sure to stand far enough away so that he wouldn’t hit Elffin in the crossfire. A satisfied hum escapes his lips, as he allows the stick to come to rest in his hands. “A fine pick, I say. This one feels right. Comfortable, easy to swing around. Just like a blade may be. Good eye, Elffin! I think you’re taking to the ‘lesson’ well!” There’s a sort of pride in Chrom’s voice as he gave praise, happy to see that this was going well as swiftly as it had been.

[moriddyn]

"An instrument I play…?" His harp certainly came to mind, but if any branch could come close to mimicking its feel, he'd have to wonder at how poorly he would recognize balance. It would certainly make a poor weapon- far too fragile to deal damage to anything save itself. "I'll think about it."

But for the time being, he contents himself with watching the professor wave around the branch he had pointed out. Perhaps if he were generous, or if he squinted, he could claim that he could see the forms being done, but the truth was he was simply too unfamiliar with swordplay to even guess at them.

If Chrom said that he was using legitimate sword wielding techniques, Elffin would believe him just as much if he were told that he were just waving it about for fun.

Either worked, for the purposes of this exercise.

"Will you be using this one for the tournament, then? Or shall we keep searching?" There's a sense of accomplishment, Elffin thinks, at being able to guess at something that he otherwise could not determine.

It was a harmless sort of pride, as long as he was aware of it- and there was not much he could say for himself at being able to guess at a good stick to play-act as a sword. Paired up as they were, Elffin didn't have to concern himself regarding an entry for himself, either, only considering it for the sake of conversation. "We could try finding something of a similar size and shape, if you'd like backups."

[lazulienne]

so long, my pretties

        ⤷   non-mission task:   showcase  ( sword +1 )

[lazulienne]

    Her company proves sharp, suggesting a course of action to bolster the worst case scenario.   “A trail... Mmhm. Got it.”  There always was something to make one, so long as she had her body. Bravely yet grimly, she accepts that.

“I don't need you to say anything. I should be able to catch something if you just throw it far enough,”  she replies, thinking the sound and presence of a new item would catch her attention; she has enough confidence in her instincts and athleticism.  “But if it makes you feel better about the plan, I'll take a whistle or something real simple like, 'Here!'”

That all squared away, she waits for Elffin to hide further back and looks down the hall, towards that glow of light, and takes a deep breath.

And in the next moment, she gets up and strikes the bars of the window they'd seen earlier with the side of her fist. The metallic noise echoes and resounds in the night.

“Hey! What was that?”  a man's voice reacts from around the corner. The light draws closer, bouncing in time with the sound of his steps as he finds Lapis.  “You! What're you doing out here? You're supposed to be—”

And Lapis starts to move, pulling herself and her injured leg as she hobbles farther down the hall back from where they came. The guard moves after her—

“I'm not supposed to hurt you, so just stop! Tell me how you got out of there!”

—past Elffin's hiding spot, leaving the bard's route ahead clear.

[moriddyn]

A breath- the man runs past him without a second glance, and so Elffin flees to the door, fumbling it open to a flood of warm light. If the guard had any awareness of his surroundings, there would be no way that he would fail to notice.

Quickly- lamps on the wall, a short stairway upward to a barred door with a view of the night sky. A table with a few keys, and… that will do for a weapon. A crowbar, perhaps used to break past the monastery's security- though for now it was the only thing that he could reasonably constitute a weapon.

A few steps down the hall, it seemed the pursuer was caught between checking what had happened behind him, and the known escapee, so Elffin takes a chance to run a short distance, tossing what he found towards her. The clatter it makes when it hits the ground must be signal enough, he hopes.

In the meantime, as he'd only serve as a potential liability- though he'd rather not abandon her- he races back to the warmly lit room, throwing a glance over his shoulder to see if he had gotten the guard's attention.

Then- grabbing the keys, and trying the second door.

[ulircursed]

nat20 poison situation getting crazy

⤷ epidemic: any +1

[ulircursed]

While Andrei's knowledge regarding different spells is weak at best, he remembers the glistening chunks of ice crystals that had formed with a wave of another's hand. Reason magic, then, designed to incapacitate. In that light, the spell granted to him makes sense, giving him a method to inflict damage even when he might not be able to attack.

"This tome is called Valaura," he replies, turning it in his hand, "It is Faith magic, though modified for ease of use, as the instuctor claimed. Though…"

He cuts off before he could relay the second part of the information given to him, the circumstances of their very last conversation still heavy on his mind. The veins on the villager's arm immediately darkening under the effects of the poison, the way that he had collapsed. Not for the first time, Andrei wonders whether he had been given aid in time, or if he had simply perished there.

In any case, there is no need to bring the reminder of that day to light. As much as Elffin does not seem to be much of a combatant, judging from the battles they had partaken in on Jugdral soil, he should still have more resilience than an aging civilian, not to mention the healers on scene for such a training exercise.

And if Elffin is reminded of that incident himself, after the effects have taken hold… well, by then, the battle should hopefully be underway, and any unpleasantness can be avoided by them heading their separate ways once more afterwards.

[moriddyn]

“Valaura?” Perhaps it was that he had not paid enough attention to his faith instructors, both at home and here, but the name of the tome remained unfamiliar to his ears- so much so that he wonders if he had misheard the tome’s name in its entirety. Aureola, he knows, and he had heard of a spell named Aura, but hadn't seen it himself- this one was unknown to him.

He waits for further explanation but none comes- and perhaps it was some desire to keep some information to be revealed within the duel itself. A valid tactic, if a bit overly pragmatic for a practice bout. But it was not as though the fight would be overly dangerous, with the healers of the church on standby. 

“Then… I’m ready to begin when you are." He tries to hide his inexperience with a calm demeanor, though with what he remembers of the other, perhaps he should have attempted to attack the moment the battle began.

The instructor counts down to the start of the match- at the final call, Elffin fumbles his spell, a small layer of frost forming over the tome he held, and nothing more.

[moriddyn]

running up that hill

[encantresse]

it is just like elffin to ask questions, being the grounded and inquisitive soul she knows him to be. it is not something she can hold against a good friend, when he has always shown her the kindness and respect the church's purported followers had not.

never has dorothea been intimately acquainted with the teachings herself—why should she, when they were used to ostracize her?—though she has gleaned enough to offer him a broad glimpse. "they say the goddess gifted saint seiros a revelation to lead the people of fodlan to salvation."

this is largely the extent of what dorothea allows herself to know, nose crinkling in disdain as she speaks. "that she wards away evil. that she spreads the word of love. that she protects those who pray to her, and burns sinners alive. that she chooses who to bestow her gifts upon."

she scoffs.

"it's ridiculous, isn't it? all this talk of 'spreading love'... but what has she done to punish those who abuse their power? what salvation has she led people to, when the commonfolk fight to see another day?"

dorothea works her jaw. "i don't suppose the gods of your homeland are as hypocritical, are they?"

[moriddyn]

“No, not as much, as far as I can tell-”

But had he been taught something different from what is known by the common folk of the land? He could not say for certain, after all- never had he attended the common sermons of the Church of Elimine, having no time for faith when it would do nothing to save him.

Perhaps those at home found it just as hypocritical as she did, that what they preached was not what they knew. 

Such contradictions were out of his dominion as a political leader- the words of Saint Elimine would not change simply with the passing of a law. Elffin wonders, too, if it were the Church’s fault for failing to follow through on their promises or if it were those who went against their teachings who should shoulder the blame. There would be no way to know for certain- and that sat uneasily on him.

To his friend, however- it was not difficult to tell that she held no great love for her homeland’s faith, he finds it in himself to respond more gently.

"It is said that Saint Elimine ascended to the heavens after traveling the lands, and founding the nation of Etruria." A pause, "Her clergy are dedicated to following in her footsteps, helping others with their healing magic. Nothing regarding salvation, only doing good in her name."

Then, cautiously, "… But if I may… your teachings feel a lot less concrete than those of the church I grew up on. Even if I offered her no prayer, her fables often taught valuable lessons in themselves."

[moriddyn]

wheres the get out of jail free card

[fluxrspar]

“Something physical is probably a stronger bet.” (Robbed of their vision, anything that needed to be perceived was best served by a tactile nature; else there was no guarantee that any player would be able to progress this far.) “There are magics that can be activated remotely, but they would have to be picked up on, and void of our sight, I’m not certain the designers would be certain we would find any.”

Which left the art of stumbling about in the dark; perhaps a bit dangerous of a task, but a necessary first step. So long as they were aware of themselves and acted with care, they ought to be fine—and Selena recalls the waivers, and then she wonders how many lacked the same sense that they possessed.

Probably a quite few, knowing some of the people she’s met in life.

It’s not very long that she wanders, however, before she finds something—glassy in texture, smooth over and round. One finger had clinked against it in her search, but now aware of it, she kneels down slightly to come closer and presses a hand to it full.

—and the room brightens, the warm, torch-like glow within illuminating the space and casting the shadows of their faux prison’s armaments upon the wall. She knows immediately that it is magic.

“…I suppose I was incorrect.”

But that was their vision solved—next came determining the first puzzle, among which were various chains, dangling keys, and tools scattered about against the walls and a desk in the corner. If she understood the premise of the business well enough, one problem would lead to another, and unraveling each would bring them closer and closer to the exit. She navigates to the desk first.

“Somewhere, there should be something we can solve outright, no?” Looking back over to her partner: “Have you found anything yet?”

[moriddyn]

One moment, searching a rough surface for any sign of a latch or tool- something that his hand would catch on no matter how lightly he brushes over the area, the next, a gentle glow from behind him revealing it to be a cot of some sort, covered by a rough mat.

It seemed out of place of the theme, but perhaps it was to guard against injury. Elffin tugs at it lightly, and is surprised to find it give easily under his touch.

"There is a locked chest over there, that seems it would be able to take a key…" Prying the edges of the mat and- there, one of the corners was not fastened down, allowing him to pull out a small scroll. He frowns, unraveling it to reveal what seemed to be the corner of a larger paper- and a single number written upon it.

"And… this. I suppose similar pieces must be scattered throughout the room then. Search for oddly placed items- I doubt that they expect us to overturn the entire room to search for the first clue."

As for where it belonged- perhaps something on the desk?

At the very least, it would be best to have some consistency in their actions.

"I'll leave it on the desk, for now. We can gather anything we've found and piece them together there." Of course, its surface was not entirely blank, either, a purposefully placed half-written letter laid on its surface. Elffin fiddles with the quill pen- though it seemed that the inkwell was empty.

Just a prop, then.

[encantresse]

♫ 𝄈 maybe the true horrors were inside us all along.

( AFFLUENCE, faith +1 )

[encantresse]

elffin’s guess rings true: that first wave knocks them off their feet in a fearsome surge, stripping them of the air in their lungs and the light from their eyes. the world plunges into darkness, muffled in their ears, and the chill seeps deeper into their bones as the current pulls them in. even in such a frenzied state —senses on high alert and yet muddled all the same—dorothea makes out elffin’s desperate thrashing beside her.

panic is as contagious as the deadliest of diseases, and were her own distress not already through the roof, her companion’s fear mingles with her own. terror begot by terror, desperation by desperation.

she flails beside him, fingers clawing helplessly through never-ending water. for all the intentions of this assignment—in facing their fears—it feels as though they have not become any braver. all this for naught; it is primal fear that kickstarts her adrenaline. not bravery, but her desire to live.

dorothea kicks her feet forcefully, her arms flailing around to find elffin. when she makes contact, she swiftly hooks them around his torso and begins to kick. kick, kick, kick, willing them upwards. kick! kick! kick! lungs on fire, throat on fire, the entire world on fire despite being thoroughly soaked.

a loud gasp escapes she breaks the water’s surface, attempting to rapidly blink the water out of her eyes. she dares not let go of elffin as the water whips around them in large swells, prompting dorothea to look around desperately for something to hold onto.

ah, but what’s that?

overhead, a mysterious voice thunders. whatever it says exactly, she can’t tell, for her ears are too waterlogged, but whatever is said, the water obeys. its waves still gradually, leaving her and elffin bobbing as her muscles threaten to seize.

[moriddyn]

Should he had have had the mind to remain calm- as if anyone could have, swallowed so quickly by darkness and waves so powerful he could not recall which way was up- he would have relaxed himself to float to the surface.

But his lungs burned from the initial wave and any attempt to expel the water was only met with more- breaking to the surface is met with coughing so fierce he is half certain that his throat would burn forevermore.

Yet slowly, the waves recede, and then the water itself follows; just quickly enough that Elffins attempts to adjust to the newfound calm are unneeded, slowly depositing them onto damp stone. A booming voice seems to be speaking from somewhere overhead, but he could not make out the words- for the time being, he lets exhaustion take hold.

… Before startling awake in the wooden chair in the tent, the supposed guru snapping impatiently in front of his nose, then doing the same to his companion.

"- don't have all day!"

Blinking, disoriented, Elffin stands slowly- to the chagrin of their keeper. Glancing at Dorothea, once, twice (a double-take, that she seemed so dry, despite the fact that he was himself).

"Pardon," He murmurs- mostly out of habit, "Dorothea… shall we head out?"

One hand on her wrist, he guides her carefully from the tent, and then some. Despite everything that just occurred, he felt fine… to an extent. Though he guess the moment the tension settles, both of them would need some time to recover.

To a nearby bench, then, where he settles a little too quickly to be gentle, only careful enough to leave enough room for her.

Then, breathlessly, "… I think our fears were well-founded, actually."

[end.]