I heard this Tale today

Sidjay Markinson, Knight and Weather Magician. Kelt Major's group, younger sister to Johnus. Human, 25.

[sidjaymarkinson]

[sidjaymarkinson]

Battle Campfires and Confident Brothers

Taking another long, deep breath, Sidjay sighed.

It was a fresh night, cold, the wind that rushed through Landon Fields played with the fire and sang, blowing between tents and tired Knights and Soldiers. The sky was pitch black. This was the first battle after King Karadas’ death - the man who was King when Sidjay’s family visited court, the man young teenage Sidjay had always told herself she would befriend, just for the sake of befriending a king. It had never happened. The man that was Menjai’s relative, but it was Menjai’s relative as well, who was the new King now. Her uncle. King Deas.

Her muscles felt heavy and sore, as if she was still wearing her armor, even though she had taken it off right after the battle. It was her arms that hurt the most, as usual, no wonder, with the weight of her sword and the strain of magic. This was her job, her entire life - feeling exhausted after only one day was a bad sign, she really did have to spend a lot more time training, just like everyone told her. Mainly Johnus.

Looking up from the luring dance of the fire she was staring into, it felt too hot against her legs and face, there he was. Grinning this silly smile he had reserved for Kelt, because Kelt was saying silly things. It was lighting his whole face up brightly - this face of him, usually so in thought about what he was going to say next, about what their siblings were doing at home. About things even Sidjay didn’t know of.

She really loved them, both of them. Endlessly positive Kelt was such a source of energy for her, and Johnus, her older brother, was always so caring - so worried. Just looking at them like this, as if there was nothing to be tired about, made the blonde feel better already, too. Sidjay smiled so gently it felt odd on her lips. This was no time to slump down over bread and soup. This was the time to share words and strength, so motivate and inspire, to light spirit afire.

So maybe, she could give back a little bit of the strength Kelt and Johnus always gave her.

Sidjay rushed her hair back with her fingers and then shook some volume into it. Putting her hand on Migwa’s should, who was in midst of eating her nightly mean, Sidjay stood up and tall. Migwa smiled, she knew what this meant, and Sidjay gave her a toothy smile back. It was so cheesy, her holding speeches, and yet, with her slacking in training of her magic, with her running off to do her own thing. With all of her faults and flaws, at least this was a thing she could.

Her sword was already sheathed and sharpened in their weapon’s tent, otherwise she would have held it high, and it was water, she was drinking, not wine, but Sidjay held her cup towards the fire and sky anyone. She looked at her Compan and pride filled her chest.

Migwa smiling up to her in this innocent manner of hers. Menjai leaning on Liev, more quiet than usual. Samual next to them, probably thinking of his sister just like Johnus, who smiled at her. Kelt grinned from eat to ear, he loved speeches just like her. Sidjay knew, when she would sit down afterwards, he would stand up. Olphan and Zolyn, interested, but as always with sharp eyes that proved sharp minds. Saraas and Jeiramey, sitting with more space between them and the others. Mohmay, giving her a look to start already. Grinning at all of them, she did.

“Another battle against the Cold North, another day of our entire Compan coming back not unharmed, but with our lives tight in our hands. Not many have been as lucky as we were, protected by the Gods due to our faithful Commander, - thank you, Kelt - , many have left their lives on the battlefield again, as in any battle. As in any battle, North blood has been spilled just alike out own. And yet, among all this hurt and death that is our daily lives, every single one of us has made it here again, and every single one of us is healthy and strong enough to do the same tomorrow. With our dead strong in our back, and our families tight in our minds - with all of us fighting together and for each other, as I stand here, tomorrow shall and will be just as successful as today!”

[sidjaymarkinson]

What sort of role does the weather play in a battle?

Why, actually, a bigger one than one might think!

Many kinds of magic rely on more than the Knight - or Mancer - alone, they rely on the circumstances that strengthen or weaken their abilities and magic.

My dearest Kelt’s Sun Magic is stronger if the sun is able to shine straight onto him, without a blanket of clouds in between.

Electrically charged storm clouds can be a source of strength for Energy Magicians. Rain is material to work with for Water Magicians.

So, you see, I am a force to reckon!

[sidjaymarkinson]

Compan Lucica

You're a shooting star I see A vision of ecstasy When you hold me, I'm alive We're like diamonds in the sky

[sidjaymarkinson]

Compan Mortinior

We exist in a world where the fear of Illusion is real And we cling to the past to deny and confuse The ideal

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Compan Major

Look to the warming sun We left the troubles all around the town You know we didn't hurt no one We lit the sky up then we burned it down

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[sidjaymarkinson]

If she could control her magic any better, maybe then it wouldn't start to rain the few times tears dropped down her cheeks.

If she could control her magic any better, maybe then the sky wouldn't roar in thunder and lightning when she screamed and stomped.

If she could control her magic any better, maybe then the sun wouldn't shine as bright as her smile does.

Too bad she wouldn't want it any different.

[sidjaymarkinson]

Would you rather have a home with beautiful natural scenery, away from society or a home in the middle of a technologically advanced city?

I would love a live in a buzzing city - whether or not it is technologically advanced I do not really mind, as long as the city bears enough secrets for me to discover. With many people in one space there always are such interesting characters to meet, so many stories to hear and to tell!

However in midst of the natural scenery there might be more space to have adventures in, so there is no complete ruling that out, either.

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SHE GIVES THE BEST SPEECHES

Sidjay Markison ✚ 25 years old ✚ TAKEN

“I heard this tale today, very interesting.”

✚ Occupation: Knight/Field Magician ✚ Specification: - ✚ Magical form: Weather Magic ✚ Race: Human

❖ Sidjay is care free, adventurous, and good with words

Biography -

Sidjay was born the fourth in the family, her parents a couple of rich high lords whose money gave the young girl many friends and provided her with everything else she needed. She didn’t have to work and had millions of clothes. She loved her easy life, but being a child of Magic, she knew she had to give up on her costumes soon enough. She grew up in Norvelt, the capital of Nether, among the sons and the daughter of the King. When they moved to Lemp, she was only three. Moving away from the big city was safer according to her parents: the city was much more far from the borders, and for Varamadras there was nothing in the city. She was very tight with her brothers and sisters, but as a child she mostly hung around the youngest son of the Lord of Lemp: Agravain Poali. She always went on adventures with him, though he was mostly annoyed by her company or tried to ask her to leave, yet somehow others saw them as the best of friends.

Then she had to leave, sent off to the School of Jewantes, where she followed her education with a disgust of the situation. She needed a year to get adjusted to her new home, but after that she was unstoppable. Making friends everywhere she went, not being stuck with one group of them, she was her own person and never let anyone rule her over. She enjoyed talking the most, making speeches and presentations. To Sidjay, school became just another step towards her future. And what a future that was. When Sidjay graduated, she joined the Compan of Kelt Major, along with her brother Johnus. But she wasn’t much on the training field, and only went along with Kelt’s many adventures when they interested her or were dangerous enough. In her spare time, which she mostly created herself, she hung around with the high people at the castle, the ladies and the lords. The Markison family had its contacts, and she only generated more of them.

Personality -

Sidjay is the kind of person that does everything for herself, she likes to make friends, to talk to new people, and go on adventures. She doesn’t let anyone tell her what to do, especially not those who are older and more experienced than her. She makes her own plans of action and maps out what she wants to do later in life, because Sidjay believes she will survive long enough to see the end of the war. She thanks her positive outlook on life to Kelt, who’s her best friend.  Or she sees him as her best friend, anyway. She’s tough and well-behaved, can act as a nice little lady, and also a strong heroine.

Unlike a lot of members of her group, Sidjay has a good many friends and people she hangs out with. She goes out a lot, meeting more of them. Her best friend is Kelt, whose best friend is Johnus. She hangs around the other members of her Compan a lot, and enjoys the many possible adventures they go on when Kelt has another idea to share. Kelt mostly enjoys making accusations that Sidjay has some sort of record of how many people she knows in order to take a favor from them when she needs one. 

Fate -

Unknown

Connections -

Johnus Markison ❖ Johnus is the coolest, in Sidjay’s eyes at least. He’s her older brother, but also her younger, because she will always look out of him. She loves the friendship he has with Kelt, and wants a friendship just like that with someone. She loves him dearly, he is perfect as she sees him, though she will always go out of her way to make him happy and feel loved.

Kelt Major ❖ Since Kelt is Johnus’ best friend, and Sidjay hangs around her brother a lot, she considers Kelt to be her best friend too. The good news, he completely feels the same. They love adventure, even if Sidjay only wants the really awesome and dangerous kinds. She looks up to Kelt because he’s weird and totally comfortable with it.

Migwa Norius ❖ To most unnoticed, but there is some kind of friendship between Sidjay and Migwa, though they are very different, they do add up when it comes to being social. They talk often, and Sidjay looks up to Migwa because she always stays herself. 

Group -

Sidjay Markison is a member of the Compan under Kelt Major

✚ FC: Scarlett Johansson 

[christophrnolan]

Lucy // 2014

[sidjaymarkinson]

It felt weird, to look in the mirror like that.

She felt as if she had slept so much, and she had. Days in her bed, in her room with Johnus trying to talk to her, talking to her, eventually getting her out of bed. She really had to say thank you to him again. He had put so much effort in her... again. As usual.

Sidjay had cut her hair a little shorter - it looked hideous, but it would grow again.

There had been so much death. Not that Sidjay wasn't used to death, it was war after all. But usually, unless she was slaying her rightful enemy, it wasn't her fault. This time it was, it really kind of was - no denying it anymore.

Salsia. Calat, from what she had heard.

Thinking about them made her insides twist again. 'Go back to bed, pretend none of it happened, pretend you're still the hero you are!', it echoed inside her, but the things Johnus had said echoed back.

The only way to feel better was to get out there again.

[sidjaymarkinson]

Sleep for the Weak

Sidjay had been blessed with dreamless slumber, these last days. How she had embraced it, taken every opportunity to just do that - sleep. She, who usually stayed up so late out in the nightlife, getting to know people, who loved being awake, loved life... she was just tired.

Never had Sidjay failed a mission before - she had skipped some, had used contacts to slip out of some, but never, when she really took part in it, had she just... failed.

Her stomach growled painfully, she hadn't eaten since yesterday - and she didn't know what time it was today, either. It was pitiful, and pathetic, how she just lay there, but she just felt so... useless. Worthless. Things she had never felt, in her entire life.

When someone knocked on the door, Sidjay thought about pretending to be asleep again, but if there was still any hope for her, maybe she could not stoop that low. Johnus had been with her a few times, mostly when she was sleeping, bringing her food, and water to her bedside - just being the perfect brother he actually was, and whom she never gave any credit.

He had tried to talk to her, too. Tried to talk about the things that had happened - that she denied. Tried to talk about how everyone was missing her, as if she was gone for any longer than a few days. She was just sleeping, it couldn't be for that long. Sidjay had cut him off each time, had ignored him. All the time he spend his time trying to care for her.

She missed him. She missed Kelt. And Migwa, and the rest of the crew.

The knocking didn't stop.

"Yes?", Sidjay called out, as she pulled herself on her ellbows.

[sidjaymarkinson]

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold We are the poisoned youth You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

[sidjaymarkinson]

Death and Dungeons || Sidjay, Amean, Absarc & Calat

[rastgrants]

Not looking back over his shoulder as they ran was more difficult than Calat had thought it would be.  There was a part of him, of course, that wanted to get as far away from this place as possible, to use the opportunity Salsia had given them to its best — but that was the thing.  Salsia.  He had spent all that time in the dungeons in a cell right next to hers, and whatever fleeting friendship they had managed to build during those days demanded that he stay and watch.  Bear witness to her final fate.

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[sidjaymarkinson]

Sidjay could hear Absarc and Amean yelling and moaning from exhaustion behind her, could hear their swords clashing on metal - could hear the Demons grunt and scream. It was right behind her, yet it felt far away - partly because her body seemed to want to pull out of reality, her back feeling colder and colder, party because she needed to concentrate every second.

"We will get out of here in all certainty.", Sidjay fell into his words, when he started speaking - but instantly shut up again, giving him a shocked look. The King's fault? Sidjay's life had been all about the royalty, the rich, the famous, learning all important names by heart. She vividly remembered how excited, exhilarated she was when finally Agravain's family took her own to court - to see the King, and how she had then met and seen Menjai before she would become family herself, in one Compan.

It all - the King's fault? Yes, the King should lead by example, but in the end, was he not the King moving his pawns? It was true, Sidjay wanted to give away the fault and guilt, more than anything - but that thought just seemed so far-away, so wicked to her. Yet when she quickly turned around, Amean and Absarc seemed to beam, inspired by his words.

But there was no time to think about it any longer - the ground trembled, and the horde ran towards them, weapons pulled. Sidjay rolled herself over the ground to dodge an axe, slashing her heavy sword as forcefully into the axe-wielder's arm as possible, hoping to split or hack it off. She did - just as  a sword dug into her only leather-guarded side. It only penetrated her flesh for a few centimeters, as Sidjay turned her head, a sharp shadow stung through the attacker's body, leaving him to fall on his knees, giving Sidjay just enough time to pull her sword away from the half-slashed off arm onto her shoulder.

Sweat was a thick layer between her skin and the thin clothes she wore under the armour, and it dripped off her forehead into her brows and lashes, burning in her eyes. Sidjay let her sword rip into throats and chests down from her shoulder, leaving them all to bleed out miserably. But there was not a second time to finish her business, more and more and more always came coming at her, an arrow only missed her face by a few centimeters, rushing through her hair, only for the archer be killed by another of Calat's black shadowshards. 

That was when it happened. Just a blink before, Calat had been next to her, between the three rescuers - then he was gone. "No!", Sidjay breathed out, and stung her sword thought the back of a Demon. If he showed Sidjay his back, then he must face Calat - he and suddenly everyone else. Two, maybe three were coming at her with swords, one skinny one she kicked to the ground with a dirty grunt, and stomped on his chest, knocking him unconscious, then she turned to the crowd developing around Calat again.

They were targeting him, of course they were. He had gotten their leader so on the brink of death, as was told. "ABSARC!", Sidjay screamed across, "AMEAN!", for the mens' help.

She cried out each time she heaved her sword now, but she had to, Sidjay had to. Knees were her best shot, just get them on the ground quickly - there a glimpse of Calat, with a sword -, get them away from him - another glimpse- , get Calat out of there, out of here, out of HagaFosiel - RESCUE CALAT!

The thoughts in her head were screamed now, too, but it were so many, too many who didn't care if Sidjay's sword bit them, who only cared about the prisoner, about getting him back. Then there was no glimpse of Calat anymore.

Sidjay knew that the men were with her, she heard them scream, too, out of pain, out of frustration, she didnt know. Sidjay didn't know anything anymore, where was Calat? Crying out, the human slashed and pushed and pulled her sword, all the soldiers and Mancers blending into one mash of attacking and ignoring her. One mash of weapons, of blood and flesh - no glimpse of Calat, no glimpse of Calat, no glimpse of Calat.

Then she heard Amean's voice call her out of her mania, and Absarc grabbed her shoulders. Looking at his face, Sidjay knew what had happened, and suddenly, she felt so, so weak.

"He's gone. He's gone, we need to go.", Absarc said, and even now, even in defeat and death and dishonour, his voice was strong. Pained, but decisive. He was their leader, and Salsia had died for them - for them, not for Calat, whom she had hardly known, she read in his eyes.

Whether it was true or not, Sidjay didn't know, and this time, Sidjay didn't have any words either. Then Absarc ran, ran holding her hand. Amean ran beside them, yelling and pointing the directions he still remembered the best, having shared the mind of rats who lived here.

They ran, and ran, arrows searing after them. Ran until they reached the sewers, slid and jumped down into the dirty water, ran and swam through it - which ever was faster.

All until they didn't hear any one behind them anymore, no additional steps in the water, no arrows - nothing. Silence.

Absarc pushed Amean up the hole they had first entered the sewers, then Sidjay. Both of them pulled Absarc up.

Back in the forest, the ground was frozen again, and all was so quiet. The snow seemed to swallow all noise, and HagaFosiel had taken their voices.

Eventually, Amean broke down, not able to walk anymore, without energy, and badly hurt. Absarc pulled off parts of his leather armour and ripped apart his undergarments to bandage most of their wounds. For some time, the three just sat in the cold, frozen ground, in the forest in front of HagaFosiel.

None of them had spoken before, none of them were speaking now. What about, anyway? Salsia, who was dead, not rescued? Calat, who was taken, not rescued?

Eventually, the sun rose. The dark forest became bright, so slowly. Painted in a beautiful yellow light, so extraordinarily warm and pretty for a winter day. It was horror, pure horror. On a day like this, the sun shouldn't be allowed to rise, shouldn't be allowed to be so beautiful.

The group didn't watch the sunrise, as soon as Amean was able to walk again, they made their way to the Dragon waiting for them. Soon, the forest would be crawling with more Mancers and Soldiers trying to hunt them down, it probably was already.

On their flight home, Sidjay slept, for as good as she could, with Amean sobbing his heart out. Absarc held his best friend tight.

Sidjay didn't want to see it. She just wanted to sleep.

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[sidjaymarkinson]

Would you rather cook a spectacular meal and watch others enjoy it, or enjoy a spectacular meal that someone has cooked for you?

I will make no secret out of it, I am an utterly terrible cook.

Not that I ever really had to learn how to do it, back home we had a maid set the table, and a cook to serve us the most delightful food, which, unfortunately, has spoiled my tongue quite a bit.

Not that I would ever deny a meal someone has put their effort into preparing.

So, the latter, I do love having dinner together with others.

[sidjaymarkinson]

Would you allow Johnus or Kelt to sacrifice themselves for you?

...sacrifice is... the most honorable death.

If there was... was no other way, I would... respect their -

no. No. Kelt and Johnus are very powerful, and I am aware of my own power as well. Our Compan might carry the nickname of 'Misfit', but we work together, and there would be a way.

I will not have them leave me.

[sidjaymarkinson]

Death and Dungeons || Sidjay, Amean & Absarc & Calat & Salsia

[rastgrants]

Salsia brightened up the moment her two compan members got close enough — they had come for her.  They had actually come to rescue her.  She had hoped for it, of course, but praying for something while you laid on your cot in a prison cell and actually having your friends stand in front of you were two entirely different things.  It was an absolutely incredible feeling, and she would have to thank the two — Sidjay too, of course — once they were no longer in danger.

"Not really.  But I’m better now that you’re here," she said, smiling weakly and squeezing Amean’s hand.   "All of you.  Thank you so much for coming to rescue us."  Salsia gratefully leaned on the two men for support, and did her best to mask the pain in her body as they slowly started to walk again.  Beside her, Calat hurried down the corridor together with Sidjay, only barely acknowledging Amean introducing himself.  Not long and they reached a room with various barely conscious guards and a big, ominous door — thankfully leading outside, and away from the oppressive hallways.

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[sidjaymarkinson]

Watching the three of them - Salsia and her boys, was heartwarming. She didn't know what their relationship was, but Sidjay had known and had had adventures with Gythan. His death had hurt her, even though it had made him a hero - yet imagining what it must have felt like for his best friends felt almost impossible. Now here they were, saving another, making sure history didn't repeat itself.

"No, no.", Amean replied to Salsia, his voice hoarse, "Of course we came. We are a compan, a team. They're all so worried about you, we all were. Really. Reemus especially, even if he doesn't show it as much, but you know him. We should thank the Gods and our Ancestors we made it, Salsia.", he said, speaking more and more, as if to soothe the weak women, as if to distract her from how hard the next part was going to be - escaping.

Her magic had hardly done anything. No, thinking like that wouldn't do them any good. Sidjay pulled her sword, but putting it on her shoulder, pain soared through her back again. But she couldn't think of that, her mind was too busy. She would have to hold them off. All of them were almost out of their magic, or weak, or tired - she was the one with the most energy left. She would have to fight against them, all of them. 'No problem, I am strong, no problem', Sidjay repeated to herself, but they were too vivid. Kelt, and Johnus.

Fighting against the growing number of Soldiers and Mancers would bring such fame to her name, but would she really manage? Would she survive the fight, or get back out of HagaFosiel alone? Would she see them again, Kelt and Johnus?

Oh Lord. She was so afraid. She didn't want to, really didn't want to. But Sidjay was supposed to be a hero. Her carefree mind was paralized with fear, her heroic heart trapped and bound by the will to survive. Neither of those people are close to my heart.

Like poison, her own will to survive infected her being, her thoughts becoming more and more self-centered, more destructive - but why now? She was supposed to, supposed to be-!

Salsia's voice sounded like an angel's. Sidjay turned around to the other woman, eyes wide open, cold sweat on her face. Salsia's body still looked horrible, bony and pale, but suddenly, she seemed to glow. Stand a lot taller than all of them.

"No, Salsia-", Absarc said, grabbing her arm, which she shook off again, and Amean yelled a "No!", that seemed to suffocate him in the end. "No, Salsia, no, no! We got this far, we can go on, we'll make it! You'll come home, and everything will be fine again, right Sidjay?", Amean stumbled over his own words, looking to optimistic Sidjay in the end. The blonde had to look away. Oh Lords, Sidjay felt horrible, she should have never gone on this mission. This was the time when she said 'yes, sure, we will!', but honestly, she couldn't. Not with Salsia being her own way out. If Salsia stayed back instead of Sidjay, they would make it.

Staying silent, Sidjay felt worse than she had ever felt in her life, listening to Calat and Salsia talk, and Amean plead his lungs out. "Please, Salsia, you can't mean that. They are so many, you're still weak. I can carry you on my back, you're short, I can. You have to come with us, you have to, Absarc, come on!", he turned to the next one, but Absarc's face was a mask of pain.

He, too, was fighting, his whole body stiff. But he was a leader, he knew that they were talking for way too long. "Salsia...", he said slowly, putting so much meaning, so many untold words into her name that it made Sidjay's heart clench, and Amean whelp.

"No... no...", Amean repeated, clinging to Salsia, holding both of her hands, not looking at anyone. Then, suddenly, everyone looked at her.

When had it come to this? When had being the center of attention started to stab her in the back like this? Sidjay's hands shook, and her breath was flat - how would she be able to decide? Why should it be her, why?

Then Sidjay looked into Salsia's eyes, and felt so inferior. She had seen so many royals, so many riches in her life, so many heroes and heroines, but nothing like that. Salsia's eyes were so strong. As if she was in peak condition, with nothing stopping her. Salsia knew that she wouldn't survive the fight, but instead of Sidjay, she didn't falter at all.

Her body slowly defreezing, her hands slowly stopping to shake, Sidjay didn't break the eye contact the two women shared. As if they exchanged their whole life stories, as if they bared their souls to each other.

"A hero chooses his own death. A heroine hers.", Sidjay said, and even though her voice shook, Salsia's stare still gave her strength. "I will make sure there will be balads sung of your name.", the human continued and then looked into everyone's eyes. Amean looked at her in utter shock. "We are not to dirten the golden sacrifice Salsia has chosen to give for us by doubting it, neither are we forget it in our lifetime!", Sidjay ended in a yell, then looked at Salsia one last time. The gratefulness in the Ocre's eyes calmed Sidjay down once more. Yes, she was a coward, but at least she could give Salsia what she wanted.

A heroine's death.

The women nodded at each other, then Sidjay looked at Calat and the men. It was so hard, Amean's heart seemed to break into a million pieces, as he simply stared at Salsia, a tear running down his cheek, dripping into his opened mouth, at loss for words. Absarc stared at her, too, still strong and tall, but Sidjay knew even though he was their leader, she would have to take over for now.

"May you dine with all the Gods in Out of Time tonight! Absarc, you take the lead, triangle formation around Calat, we have to get out of here. Amean, you take the back with me!", she yelled, and not looking back, they started to run again.

Not ever looking back. Not ever.