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{Just a general announcement that replies here and on Innes are going to be super delayed, I'm really sick and busy and thanks to being sick whenever I have downtime my attention span is literally 0% haha
I just tried to write a reply to Emmeryn since it's been forever but google chrome crashed and I lost it, sigh, I'll try again tomorrow!}
...where am i? [ Rhys | Emmeryn ]
Emmeryn took in the sight of Rhys, A cleric, of sorts, perhaps? she thought, However when he spoke, he had startled her. Fainted? was he hurt? She looked shocked until he had explained what happened, then she assumed that he must not have .. the best of good health.
When he was silent for a long time, she began to wonder if she had done something wrong, for him not to speak? but all was clear one he explained he was lost. Must be something close to relative to how Chrom’s friend woke up..
She let a smile force it’s way to her lips, as she offered to take him into the nearest village, which was not too far. “Well, if this clears things up, you are in Ylisstol, capital of the kingdom Ylisse. I am the Exalt, or, Ruler. of this kingdom. My name is Emmeryn.” After introducing herself, she got to the point she wanted to make. “There is a town not too far from here, it is not too far by foot, It would be quicker on horseback.”
Rhys's eyes widened as Emmeryn revealed her title, and he quickly forced himself no to gawk in hopes that she hadn't noticed. How lucky he was to be discovered by not just a native of these unfamiliar lands, but the ruler of them...Or maybe he wasn't, now he knew she probably had some large duty she was neglecting just by speaking to him and he didn't want to waste any of her time.
It also concerned him that he'd never heard of Ylisse or Ylisstol in his life before. How did he manage to wander so far away from Tellius, and how on earth would he get back? He hoped none of the Greil Mercenaries were too worried about him in his absence. Then again, he was always in need of extra care and often felt he weighed them down more than anything. Maybe it would be nice for them to have a break from him for a while.
"Ah, yes, that does help, but..." HIs voice trailed off. Would it be wise to admit how clueless he was? Well, he certainly wasn't going to get home alone. "I've never heard of Ylisse before, I'm afraid I managed to travel very far from my homeland of Tellius without even realizing it." He listened carefully to her words and was about to refuse them before it dawned on him that he hadn't even introduced himself yet.
"Oh! My name is Rhys, by the way," he spoke with a small, somewhat sheepish smile. "I don't want to trouble you, surely there are several duties you're busy with." He didn't want to admit that if he had to walk any great distance he'd likely pass out again.
...where am i? [ Rhys | Emmeryn ]
Emmeryn had the day off, actually, thanks to Chrom, taking over some of her work. She had overworked herself to the point of passing out in the middle of a meeting yesterday, so she had this full day to do as she pleases.
She was out riding in the field, She hadn’t taken the time to ride in years, and oh how she missed it. She was alone, as dangerous as it was, She wanted to be by herself, and had taken a Elfire with her just in case, at the persistence of her siblings.
It was then she had spotted Rhys on the ground, and dismounted. She lead the horse over to him, rather so she doesn’t startle him, and when she got close enough, “Are you okay?”, She asked.
Thankfully, as Rhys took in the unfamiliar land that surrounded him, he spotted Emmeryn approaching. It would've been quite embarrassing if he hadn't noticed her and became too startled. At her question he offered her a small smile and nodded.
"I'm all right...I just believe I fainted." Upon realizing that to the average person that wouldn't seem all right, his eyes widened and he elaborated. "This happens to me quite a lot, I hope I didn't trouble you too much." He carefully rose to his feet, brushing himself off. He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there, especially considering he had no idea where he was...
He met Emmeryn's gaze and smiled lightly once again, pondering over whether to ask for her help. He tried not to stare for too long, but he couldn't ignore the calm and regal aura she exuded...He had a feeling he was speaking to someone of a high station simply due to how she carried herself. Someone like her probably didn't have time to help a lost healer, but then again, she was likely very familiar with the land.
"This may seem very strange but...I actually don't know where I am," he admitted after a long moment of silence. "I just sort of woke up here. I have no idea what could've happened."
...where am i? (open)
Fainting was something Rhys was completely used to. He always had to make sure he drank enough water and didn't physically exert himself too much or else he'd get dizzy. Unfortunately he had a bit of a stubborn streak, and was insistent on finishing whatever task he'd set himself to do despite any signs of bad health.
This fainting spell was quite unlike the others however, considering he'd woken up in an unfamiliar land. He sat up, scratching his head in confusion and casting a glance around. No, this didn't look familiar to him at all...Had he taken a walk, hit his head and lost all memory of doing so? It didn't seem likely, he didn't have a headache at all despite the fact that they usually accompanied his dizziness. Maybe he'd acquired some new skill of being able to travel great distances while passed out? That could come in handy if he learned how to control it, however now it just seemed to cause a lot of confusion.
Thankfully he had a heal staff and a light tome with him, so if he encountered any danger he wouldn't be completely defenseless. It seemed his best option was to search for someone native to the land and ask them where he was, then figure out how to return to Tellius from that.
here we go again (ettavia open)
Rhys was hardly surprised to wake up in a forest with no recollection of how he got there. At first he wondered if all of his memories of this strange land were indeed a dream and he’d just passed out outside of the Greil Mercenaries fort due to a fever, but as he sat up slowly he realized he was still in a land he didn’t recognize. It was then that the memories came back to him. The mysterious ball, the invasion, and then the castle bursting into flames.
It worried him a bit that he didn’t remember much after the castle caught fire and he started running. He remembered feeling horribly sick, but everything after that was blank. He didn’t feel nearly as sick anymore though, so he had a feeling that if he saw any of the people that he’d been with at the party he probably owed one of them an apology, and potentially a new pair of shoes.
He rose to his feet cautiously, relieved to find his tomes and staff next to him, and sighed lightly, taking in his surroundings. Now that his eyes were adjusting to the darkness the forest looked vaguely familiar, like he might’ve passed through it on the way to the ball. He silently hoped that he was close to a town with an inn that he could spend the night in; there was no way he had enough energy to travel for too long.
Nolan’s first thoughts, as he too regained consciousness in the middle of a forest, were that he was also in some sort of very realistic, very dull dream. One moment he was paying for a room at an inn he planned to stay the night at, the next he was here, on the ground in a forest. He guessed he must have fallen asleep, somehow, although seeing as it was midday and he’d been perfectly energetic and healthy at the time, he wasn’t sure how.
Maybe he had an enemy that had cursed him or teleported him somehow. Nolan didn’t even think he had many arch-enemies at all, let alone any that powerful. It was almost enough to make a guy feel honoured. Almost.
The questions of How did I get here? and Is this actually real? were still completely unanswered, with a third on springing up from them: Where is ‘here’? None of them seemed as if they would be answered any time soon, so Nolan decided his best bet would be to get an overview of the place. Standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes, Nolan saw a small pile on the ground to the right of him. Leaning in closer, he could see that it was made up of weapons and a small bag. What was particularly strange was that he could recognise all the weapons, but the bag was a complete mystery. There was a Short Axe, a Crossbow and somehow, Tarvos had managed to follow Nolan here. It was like some sort of cruel joke; he felt sure he could carry two or maybe three of the items around, but all of them? He’d get exhausted before a mile.
But for the time being, that would be what he’d have to do. Soon, the Short Axe was in his belt, the bag was round his shoulder, and the Crossbow and Tarvos were in his right and left hands, and Nolan was making his way through the forest, looking for… well, even he wasn’t sure about that one. After a short while, however, he found something interesting; a ginger haired man, dressed in priest robes, who looked definitely familiar. They had both fought against each other and with each other. Would he know anything about what was going on? Would he recognise him?
“Rhys?” Nolan asked, making his way through the trees to the familiar figure. “Hey, it’s Nolan. Remember me? Y’know, normally I’m the one people go to for answers, but… what in the name of the Goddess is happening here?”
Rhys gathered his belongings and started walking after he finally got his bearings and had some idea of where he was. If his memory served him correctly, this forest wasn't too far from the capital of this strange land, Marmorica. He'd just been there for Van Sol's ball and he wasn't exactly looking forward to returning, but it seemed like the safest choice. Surely such a large city would have an inn, if not multiple, where he could stay. He couldn't help but wonder if all the rooms would be taken thanks to the ball mishap- there were quite a few people there, and he could only assume they were all displaced like he was.
The healer nearly jumped out of his skin when someone spoke behind him, and he spun around so quickly that he could feel his head spin. He planted his staff into the ground and used it to steady himself, then smiled apologetically at the man in front of him. The welcoming look soon faded to one of confusion, however. How did this stranger know his name? It was entirely possible that Rhys actually knew him and was forgetting but...No, he didn't seem remotely familiar at all. Maybe this was another trap, like the ball in the castle? That was an awful lot for one day, wasn't it? Rhys considered pretending to know what the man was talking about, but decided to go with honesty instead. "Ah, I can't say I do, I'm sorry," Rhys apologized with a small frown. Rhys wasn't quite sure how to answer Nolan's next question, but decided to be honest once again when he replied, "I'm not quite sure what's going on...But several people have been transported out of their homelands to this strange place. It's called Ettavia, and I'm afraid that's the extent of my knowledge."
here we go again (ettavia open)
Rhys was hardly surprised to wake up in a forest with no recollection of how he got there. At first he wondered if all of his memories of this strange land were indeed a dream and he'd just passed out outside of the Greil Mercenaries fort due to a fever, but as he sat up slowly he realized he was still in a land he didn't recognize. It was then that the memories came back to him. The mysterious ball, the invasion, and then the castle bursting into flames.
It worried him a bit that he didn't remember much after the castle caught fire and he started running. He remembered feeling horribly sick, but everything after that was blank. He didn't feel nearly as sick anymore though, so he had a feeling that if he saw any of the people that he'd been with at the party he probably owed one of them an apology, and potentially a new pair of shoes.
He rose to his feet cautiously, relieved to find his tomes and staff next to him, and sighed lightly, taking in his surroundings. Now that his eyes were adjusting to the darkness the forest looked vaguely familiar, like he might've passed through it on the way to the ball. He silently hoped that he was close to a town with an inn that he could spend the night in; there was no way he had enough energy to travel for too long.
Into the Hedges [L'Arachel-Eliwood-Seth-Rhys]
Heaving madly, Seth opened the door from the dark ballroom, looking the pathway over before once again facing the small group he’d been running from the assailants with by far. It was disgraceful for him to run, and a disgrace not to think of it sooner… This must all be part of some trap the man called Van Sol set them up for. Yet he found himself faced with no other choice. He was unarmed… weaponless in a situation where he needed one the most, in a castle he was invited to. A ball invitation that he accepted from a man he had not known, whose invitation he accepted despite his suspicion. One that he hoped to meet, perhaps, to find out why he had been sent here.
Only to find that the man would not show, but set up a trap for them instead.
He could think nothing of himself but a fool now.
“Hurry inside!” He opened the door wide, signalling for everyone to move in while there were no guards… no assailants making attempts to stop them from their escape.
Rhys had told himself at the beginning of the party that he wasn't going to eat too much, especially too much rich food, but once he actually saw all of the food that idea sort of went out the window. He hadn't eaten anything so delicious or filling in what seemed like years. It was probably a good thing the lights went out, because it forced the healer to stop eating. The panic that pulsed through him immediately afterwards wasn't appreciated, however.
He should've expected something like this to happen, and although he didn't, he was as prepared for it as he could've been. It was easy to carry a light tome and heal staff with him at all times and he did so out of habit, even on seemingly riskless situations. He was glad he did, because now he could be some use to the small group he escaped with.
Rhys gave Seth a small smile as he hurried past him, eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be a hedge maze. "Oh no," he said quietly, placing a hand to his forehead. That was going to be a lot of walking...he had a feeling he was going to regret eating so much.
Headaches and Holidays {event open}
Rhys and parties didn't exactly have a great track record so far. Of course, he hadn't been to too many- although The Greil Mercenaries were invited quite often, Ike didn't like parties much and always found something for them to do instead of attend. Occasionally they would go to the parties they were invited to just to keep their reputation up, and it seemed that every time Rhys was involved something awful happened. Awful, meaning he either threw up on someone or spent the majority of the time passed out somewhere.
He was determined to be more careful this time, because truly he'd been looking forward to the ball since he got his invitation. The small mountain village he'd been staying in since his arrival in Ettavia quickly became lonely, and he took comfort in being surrounded by people that might've been in the same situation he was, as strange as it seemed. The free food certainly helped as well.
Rhys sat at a table near the makeshift dancefloor, eating slowly and carefully so he didn't make himself sick as he tried to ignore the headache that pulsed behind his eyelids. The healer kept an eye out for anyone he'd fought with when he was still back in Tellius as well. Really though, any friendly conversation would do.
[where are you people coming from][Rhys/Volke]
The brunet raised his collar a bit more, so that it covered his mouth. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. Sharp garnet eyes watched Rhys intently, making sure the orange haired man didn’t hurt himself. Or get sick. He had heard of his low immune system, and the red haired knight would definitely have his head if something bad happened to him.
“Mn,” Volke grunted quietly. He never was much of a socialist. The assassin left that job to a certain blond haired sage he knew. Now that man could talk for ages- and wear off peoples’ ears.
Rhys kept his eyes on Volke's face only briefly before he occupied himself with everything other than the thief in front of him. This conversation was just going swimmingly and Volke was incredibly talkative, obviously. He coughed loudly, partially because the cold air stung his lungs and partially in hopes of clearing the air.
What was he supposed to do now? 'Nice weather in this strange place we landed in, isn't it?' That didn't seem like a topic that would interest Volke, and although Rhys didn't mind small talk he wasn't fond of wasting his breath, especially when he was so short of it. "If I remember correctly you know a lot of information, right?" Rhys began, voice much calmer than it had been previously. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?" He felt embarrassed for not knowing his whereabouts momentarily, but decided it wasn't worth fretting over. It was better to admit his confusion now in hopes of getting answers than wait at the stake of not getting any.
{Hate to clog up your dashes with an ooc post, but I just wanted to let everybody know that Innes and Rhys are going to be around again!
I'm going to try to get to some of those age-old replies I owe and as usual, if you want to start a thread of some sort just let me know!
I'll try to get opens up for the event that just started too c:}
Hmm. I suppose you haven’t ran into any of the other mercenaries yet, have you?
[grumbles] No, thank Ashera. I’m doing just fine without that sorry bunch.
Ike? Shinon? Surely there are better things to do right now than fight, aren't there?
[where are you people coming from][Rhys/Volke]
Suddenly Rhys was nervous that he was putting himself in eminent danger by speaking to Volke. He hadn’t associated much with him, which was something he regretted, but Ike’s army had gotten far too large in the Mad King’s War for him to make sure he healed everyone’s injuries before it was too late, let alone to get to know them all personally. It probably would’ve been best to just walk by Volke and pretend he didn’t see him, since it seemed like that was what Volke wanted as well.
“Ah, yes,” was what he managed instead, which was also something he regretted. He nodded a bit too quickly to try and make it appear that he was attempting a normal conversation while he wrestled over how ridiculous it was to doubt a man that Ike had trusted. Any doubts that Rhys had ever had about Ike being a worthy commander were erased during the Mad King’s war, as were his doubts of Ike being trustworthy. Therefore it was completely logical to trust a man that Ike trusted…Right? Right…
Volke gave an inaudible sigh. Really, people were still afraid of him. He didn’t know why he thought it would change. Volke was a scary individual- he could kill anyone in almost 10 seconds flat. So, in one way, he supposed Rhys really did have a reason to be scared of him. But really, he didn’t need to be so visibly nervous… But, it might have just been Volke. The brunet had trained himself to notice traits easily and thus, even the subtlest movement was clear the his garnet eyes. So it might have just been his own fault.
“Calm down,” was Volke’s short, almost command-like, reply. He went back to looking away passively. The brunet took a second to brush the excess hair out of his face, and adjust his headband a little. The assassin did like things to be in order when he wasn’t working.
Rhys couldn't do much aside from blink at Volke for a few seconds. Being told to calm down and actually calming down were two very separate things, but Rhys knew Volke was right, and he tried his best to take a deep breath and relax a little. Although he didn't mean to, he found himself staring wide-eyed at Volke, searching for something to say. He forced his gaze away to focus on the sky, shivering slightly as a gust of wind blew past him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," Rhys said quietly, looking back to Volke with a small smile. "It is nice to see a somewhat familiar face though, even if I don't know you well."
Involuntary mountain climbing (open)
Rhys simply smiled politely, offering a sympathetic nod as Kurth spoke even though he wasn’t paying much attention. His thoughts were already back on his friends the Greil Mercenaries and what they might be doing with him gone. Then another thought struck him- what if his friends were transported away as well? As far as he knew the entirety of Tellius could also be in this strange new place without him being aware of it at all, and that seemed to be even more reason for him to continue up the mountain to the village that might shed some light on the situation. It was far too early for homesickness, especially considering he’d likely have enough to deal with in physical sickness.
Rhys made sure to keep a hand grazing the side of the mountain to keep himself balanced despite the fact that it wouldn’t do much good if he became unsteady. Perhaps it was more of something to focus on instead of how much his head was beginning to pound. When Kurth spoke, Rhys snapped out of his thoughts.
“Hmm? Oh, yes,” he responded as he carefully looked out over the landscape of trees that grew increasingly farther away as they continued up the path. The view was already breathtaking; far more beautiful than anything he could see out of his window as a child. He imagined that once they reached the village the view would be one similar to a bird’s, and he looked forward to it.
After a long period of walking in silence, Rhys decided to speak up. “You said you’re not from here. Where exactly are you from? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”
Each time he looked over his shoulder to check on Rhys, Kurthnaga took advantage of the opportunity to admire the view. From up here, he could not study the wildlife as he’d been able to while in the forest itself, but there was something comforting about watching the trees that had seemed so dense become smaller in his vision, like everything had its place in a larger world.
Heights did not frighten him the way he’d heard beorc mention; as a dragon, he was used to living in the mountains as well as flying over them. However, he couldn’t transform to catch himself if he fell now, not with Rhys there—though, of course, if Rhys himself fell, Kurthnaga would do whatever was necessary to catch him.
Rhys didn’t seem responsive initially, so Kurthnaga decided to leave him be. Rhys’s question made Kurthnaga halt in his tracks. He hurriedly continued onward before he could cause Rhys to trip…or seem suspicious.
“I…I’m from Tellius, which I would have assumed to be obvious, but it seems to not be the case for everyone who has ended up here. For that matter, we may not be in Tellius at all at the moment. I’d learned the ancient flood swallowed up the rest of the lands…I wonder what the truth of it is?” Immediately, he regretted not simply saying he wasn’t comfortable answering—Rhys seemed the understanding sort, and Kurthnaga didn’t want to come across as untrustworthy. But the comfort of the mountains had caused him to lower his guard, and raising is quickly was a messy business.
Rhys tried his best to focus on the path ahead of him now, trying to fend off his thoughts and the persistently growing ache in his legs and head as the altitude increased. Really, they weren't that far now, at least if he shut an eye and sufficiently ignored all the signs that he needed to rest, which probably wasn't a good idea. He paused in his tracks for a moment, trying to judge if he truly needed to slow Kurth down only to stumble against the side of the mountain once again with a miserable noise.
"I hate to be a bother, but I think I might need to rest a bit," Rhys said sheepishly, inhaling slowly as he leaned against the rocks, trying to calm himself down. His own stumble caused him to completely miss Kurth's own pause, and instead he listened to his traveling companion's words. "I'm from Tellius as well!" he added, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. He corrected his potential mistake as he continued, "Crimea to be exact. And yes...I'm starting to wonder as well. Admittedly, I haven't been one to travel much, but I used to study quite a bit when I was a child, geography and such. There are quite a few places in Tellius with mountains but...This just doesn't seem like my homeland."
[where are you people coming from]
Although Rhys was certainly sick enough to do so, for whatever reason he wasn’t able to fall asleep. The increased altitude of the small mountain town had definitely taken its toll on him, resulting in several pesky headaches and runny noses. In addition to that, there were several other matters plaguing his mind that weren’t allowing him to rest. The healer was somewhat concerned that when he woke up he’d be transported to another unfamiliar land. Not only that, but he also remembered the fact that before waking in Ettavia, he’d had a strange dream. Parts of it were only coming back to him now as he hoped for sleep once again.
In the dream he’d woken up feeling completely well; not even the slightest ache in his head or scratchy throat. He felt so well that he’d started to run, and he ran and ran, basking in a sense of freedom that he hadn’t remembered feeling in his entire life. He thought he remembered the Greil Mercenaries running beside him, cheering for him, when suddenly there was such a strong ache in his chest that he collapsed, and his friends had simultaneously disappeared. He was left completely alone and unable to move in the middle of a dark, unfamiliar forest, and it seemed that the dream lasted for ages. Eventually, however, a faint light started in the distance between the trees, and Rhys could’ve sworn he heard a distant echoing voice that grew louder and the light up ahead grew brighter.
He truly woke up after that, and apparently he’d been too occupied with figuring out where he was to remember most of the dream until now. He decided that since sleep obviously wasn’t coming, taking a walk through the village might calm his thoughts. He gathered his mend staff and a light tome and weaved through the streets that were just calming down thanks to night fall. He noticed that the stars shone particularly bright- yet another sign that he was no longer in Tellius. He rounded a corner and paused to appreciate them, only to spot a pair of shining eyes in the darkness when he looked back down again.
Rhys hopped back in surprise, only to narrow his eyes and look more closely afterwards. There was no doubt that a man stood in the shadows, and it was one that looked somewhat familiar at that…”Hello?” Rhys called quietly, hoping he wasn’t disturbing him. Where had he seen him before? His eyes widened with the realization that he was looking at the thief that had assisted Ike during the Mad King’s War. He just didn’t recall his name. Vo..Volke! It was Volke, wasn’t it? “Volke?” he muttered, more to himself than the assassin in front of him. Although he barely knew the man, Rhys felt some relief in seeing a face that was at least vaguely familiar.
Volke refrained from cursing out loud and quickly pulled up his mask. He disliked anyone seeing his face, and he only tolerated it during the Mad King’s War for as long as he had to- A.K.A, until he could tell Ike the truth. The brunet assassin was always a quiet, conservative and private man. He told no facts about himself and he was a mystery. A mystery that no one could solve. And that was the figurative magic that surrounded Volke. No one knew who he was, or what his past was. All they knew was that should they hire the Fireman, they should be prepared for a job done in haste and efficiency. After all, if he wasn’t efficient, he was useless. There were plenty of other assassins that dreamed of making as much money as Volke.
“… Rhys,” he replied curtly. The man always had a low voice- quiet, but strong. It was puzzling, just like his past. Of course, the man would never tell anyone about his past. People could guess about him as much as they wanted, but they would never know the real story. He doused the pipe and tucked it back into a pocket somewhere on his person. That was another thing- he seemed light, but appearances were deceiving. There were several hidden pockets on his person- to hold his spare daggers, his pouch of money after completing a job, his pipe. And that was all a part of his mystery.
Suddenly Rhys was nervous that he was putting himself in eminent danger by speaking to Volke. He hadn't associated much with him, which was something he regretted, but Ike's army had gotten far too large in the Mad King's War for him to make sure he healed everyone's injuries before it was too late, let alone to get to know them all personally. It probably would've been best to just walk by Volke and pretend he didn't see him, since it seemed like that was what Volke wanted as well.
"Ah, yes," was what he managed instead, which was also something he regretted. He nodded a bit too quickly to try and make it appear that he was attempting a normal conversation while he wrestled over how ridiculous it was to doubt a man that Ike had trusted. Any doubts that Rhys had ever had about Ike being a worthy commander were erased during the Mad King's war, as were his doubts of Ike being trustworthy. Therefore it was completely logical to trust a man that Ike trusted...Right? Right...
(Bluh I'm really sorry for scattered replies, I'll see if I can get one up within the new couple of hours, if not I'll have to wait until tomorrow/later today.
Sorry guys, my focus has been all over the place for the past couple of days.)
[where are you people coming from]
Well. What a surprise, seeing so many familiar faces. Okay, he admitted. He expected most of these people- especially Commander Ike, when he saw Soren for the first time. After all, those two seemed to stick together, almost as if glue…
But, well, seeing all these people only slightly irritated him. After all, Volke disliked being caught by anyone- especially if they didn’t employ him before. Because if people he knew saw him, they had a tendency to… talk to him. And in all honesty, Volke didn’t enjoy talking to most people from his time in the war. All he had was to hope that none of them saw him lurking in the shadows, smoking his signature pipe. After all, he kind of deserved a chance to relax- how long has it been since he did? Too long of a time. The assassin was possibly a too hard working man. If only because of his obsession with gold.
So yes, the brunet assassin blended into the shadows as if he wasn’t present, but that light red scarf and dark garnet eyes were unmistakable. He just really had to bet on his luck that none of them noticed him.
Although Rhys was certainly sick enough to do so, for whatever reason he wasn't able to fall asleep. The increased altitude of the small mountain town had definitely taken its toll on him, resulting in several pesky headaches and runny noses. In addition to that, there were several other matters plaguing his mind that weren't allowing him to rest. The healer was somewhat concerned that when he woke up he'd be transported to another unfamiliar land. Not only that, but he also remembered the fact that before waking in Ettavia, he'd had a strange dream. Parts of it were only coming back to him now as he hoped for sleep once again.
In the dream he'd woken up feeling completely well; not even the slightest ache in his head or scratchy throat. He felt so well that he'd started to run, and he ran and ran, basking in a sense of freedom that he hadn't remembered feeling in his entire life. He thought he remembered the Greil Mercenaries running beside him, cheering for him, when suddenly there was such a strong ache in his chest that he collapsed, and his friends had simultaneously disappeared. He was left completely alone and unable to move in the middle of a dark, unfamiliar forest, and it seemed that the dream lasted for ages. Eventually, however, a faint light started in the distance between the trees, and Rhys could've sworn he heard a distant echoing voice that grew louder and the light up ahead grew brighter.
He truly woke up after that, and apparently he'd been too occupied with figuring out where he was to remember most of the dream until now. He decided that since sleep obviously wasn't coming, taking a walk through the village might calm his thoughts. He gathered his mend staff and a light tome and weaved through the streets that were just calming down thanks to night fall. He noticed that the stars shone particularly bright- yet another sign that he was no longer in Tellius. He rounded a corner and paused to appreciate them, only to spot a pair of shining eyes in the darkness when he looked back down again.
Rhys hopped back in surprise, only to narrow his eyes and look more closely afterwards. There was no doubt that a man stood in the shadows, and it was one that looked somewhat familiar at that..."Hello?" Rhys called quietly, hoping he wasn't disturbing him. Where had he seen him before? His eyes widened with the realization that he was looking at the thief that had assisted Ike during the Mad King's War. He just didn't recall his name. Vo..Volke! It was Volke, wasn't it? "Volke?" he muttered, more to himself than the assassin in front of him. Although he barely knew the man, Rhys felt some relief in seeing a face that was at least vaguely familiar.
Involuntary mountain climbing (open)
princeofgoldoa:
“It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad to be able to help. I was feeling a bit powerless, alone in unfamiliar lands…” He shook that thought away and began to climb. When Rhys held back, Kurthnaga took the lead. It felt natural enough to do so—he held authority in his own lands, and this was the closest thing to Goldoa he’d found here. In truth, it had felt odd to not have Gareth or another servant shadowing him, though he tried to remind himself that he was here to aid Rhys, not the other way around.
He looked back often to make sure Rhys was keeping up and hadn’t fallen. It was a struggle to remember to keep to the easiest path, rather than simply hauling himself up the cliff-side. Most beorc couldn’t climb the way a Goldoan could, and this one seemed frailer than most.
Many of the few beorc Kurth had met had been brasher and more outspoken than he was used to, but this one didn’t seem to be like them at all. It made him wonder if he should speak to fill in the silence, even though he normally was quite comfortable with it. However, being unused to meeting new people, he didn’t know what types of questions they typically asked, nor did he want to invite questioning onto himself. He settled for commenting on their surroundings.
“The forests nearby are lovely, aren’t they? They’re so full of life. I look forward to seeing them from a higher vantage point.”
Rhys simply smiled politely, offering a sympathetic nod as Kurth spoke even though he wasn't paying much attention. His thoughts were already back on his friends the Greil Mercenaries and what they might be doing with him gone. Then another thought struck him- what if his friends were transported away as well? As far as he knew the entirety of Tellius could also be in this strange new place without him being aware of it at all, and that seemed to be even more reason for him to continue up the mountain to the village that might shed some light on the situation. It was far too early for homesickness, especially considering he'd likely have enough to deal with in physical sickness.
Rhys made sure to keep a hand grazing the side of the mountain to keep himself balanced despite the fact that it wouldn't do much good if he became unsteady. Perhaps it was more of something to focus on instead of how much his head was beginning to pound. When Kurth spoke, Rhys snapped out of his thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," he responded as he carefully looked out over the landscape of trees that grew increasingly farther away as they continued up the path. The view was already breathtaking; far more beautiful than anything he could see out of his window as a child. He imagined that once they reached the village the view would be one similar to a bird's, and he looked forward to it.
After a long period of walking in silence, Rhys decided to speak up. "You said you're not from here. Where exactly are you from? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
