Indomitable WIll

A pulseless man, whose sheer willpower allows him to carry forth. ((Closed rp blog for Walhart of FE13/FE:A. Affiliated with the FERP Masterlist.))

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Sharp Edges || Panne + Walhart

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Walhart could see the slight struggle of the taguel woman to keep the axe steady as he released it from his grasp. It was not a weapon for those any less powerful than himself – and while he doubted that Panne’s strength was any less than his, he attributed her difficulties to her lack of having carried such a tool of war before. He took Wolfberg back from her once she had offered it, replacing his favorite weapon on the ground where it was out of the way and safe from harm which may come to it; or more accurately, the harm a clumsy Shephard might receive from it had it been anywhere near a walking-path.

“Basilio was a smart man to pretend to fall when he did. Without the Feroxi woman beside him, he likely would have after the first blow. His will is something I respect; I am glad to have him as an ally now. There are many great warriors amongst the Shephards.” Turning his eyes away from the taguel, he cast his sight over the camp they had made, taking in the sight and noting the great many of tents…and people which passed between them. “A great many. And there is much that I may learn from them yet, as old and as stubborn as I may be. The lesson of….’bonds’.”

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Panne glanced at the camp and people, crossing her arms and relaxing a bit. It was nice to be able to feel even a bit safe around humans, even if she didn’t trust all of them. “I think we’re both learning something of bonds.”

The taguel certainly didn’t think she would be bonding with humans after what happened with her people. Yet here she was. “It is strange, though. For myself, at least, to be around these people….” She paused and after a moment of consideration, she continued, “I believe it’s mostly the smell.”

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“The smell?” Walhart, for all his intelligence, parroted the Taguel woman like a naive child. Despite the presence of fur on her body, her ears and tail, he forgot many times the fact that her senses differed greatly from his and achieved the strengths of an animal. Realizing this the man corrected himself quickly by asking a question on the basil of the first. “What does man smell like - or do you only know man as they are now, entangled in their steel of blood and war?”

[thefantasticmagicianthysto]

I’m going on vacation! 

I’m gonna be at the lovely and supreme feelsgirling‘s place from tomorrow (June 8th) to June 16th! Because I’m flyin’ down I’m not taking my computer; I am taking my tablet and my phone but even then I doubt I’m gonna be doing much of anything (not that I really was). 

We’ll also be going to Metrocon! Cas’ll be the best goddamned Clair (Pokemon) you’ll ever see in your entire life, and I’m going to be The Riddler, Black Mask (both DC) and a Gas Mask Maid (kinda like .flow but I thought this up last second tbh woop). 

So if you see us hit us up! 

[darkmageknoll]

Knoll and Walhart

[darkmageknoll]

Knoll nodded slowly. He never really thought about why he did his seemingly endless research, just that he enjoyed learning new things and always had. Not to mention it helped pass the time on the nights he couldn’t sleep, which was most nights. There were always new things to discover after all.

He took the robes back gently, pulling them over his head and adjusting his hood. “Thank you very much. I appreciate it.” And he did. He certainly couldn’t sew. None of his knowledge was very practical.

“So…” He wasn’t too sure how to carry the conversation. Socializing had never been one of his strong suits….actually, besides his health, it was his weakest.

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So.

That was all that the tiny mage had managed to say now that the conversation had died. Not that Walhart could blame him – he was probably a bit shaken up, and he had not met many talkative mages in his life. The child mage, Ricken, was probably the chattiest magic-user he had ever com across, and that could be chalked up to his age.

“You don't have to force yourself to speak. I'm not a brilliant conversationalist myself.” There was no shame in admitting his faults; especially one that it seemed they shared. “Stoic as a stone, they  have said about me. I will go speak to someone in charge about allowing you to stay here for the moment until we can figure things out – for now, rest in my tent. I will pitch you one once I gain approval.”

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Hi mister Walhart the Conqueror! Wanna play hide and seek with me?

Hide and seek? That was a children’s game. 

Walhart narrowed his eyes almost suspiciously down at the tiny manakete, allowing a small, rumbled ‘hmmmmmmm’ to emerge from within him. 

“Do you do nothing other than play? Humph…I suppose I will oblige you if only because you were not frightened to approach me. I will think of this as training for hunting down those cowards who run from me in battle!”

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This scene seemed awfully familiar to Nowi. And so she would solve it in the same way!

“Well, Mister Walhart, you could just ride me…” Nowi immediately became flustered at her poor choice of words, and her face grew red. Why was she constantly getting embarrassed lately? This past week had been brutal in that sense. “I mean, in my dragon form! Back to the camp! I could like, fly you back to camp! That’s all I’m saying! Yup!”

Nowi paused to think about this. “You look pretty heavy, though. Especially with your armor…” Nowi didn’t say this, but Walhart DID look a heck of a lot heavier than Validar. That guy was scrawny compared to him. “We can definitely try, though. Whaddaya say?”

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...What in the world else did she think that could have meant? Walhart narrowed his eyes slightly at the tiny Manakete girl and then shook his head slowly. Best not to think about it – her mind could wander off wherever she wanted it to and he would be able to do nothing about it. Silly little creature she was…

“If you think you could possibly carry me, then it would be more than worth a try. I will warn you, however, I am a large man. If the most you can do is get me off of this mountain and onto solid ground, then I would quite appreciate it. So long as you carry word to Chrom and his tactician that I am on my way back from playing a game with you; I'd rather not be called traitor the moment I walk back in to camp.”

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♞

“You were always the quiet one.”

The mage was laying on the ground, his robes in disarray and curled in upon himself. The tome at the tip  of his fingers was stained with blood - no doubt a ritual calling for his life had taken something of an unfortunate turn. 

The Conqueror knelt down by the small man’s side, lifting him from the ground and moving him to a softer place of rest - the cushions of the couch. 

“It is better to seek aid in some things than shut yourself away. I am one to know. ‘Twas my downfall, mage.” Scouring the room for bandages, the knight found them set safely on a table. 

Ah, the mage had been prepared for the bleeding. But not this bad.

“ Loneliness is the choice of fools." 

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Knoll nodded a bit. He felt a little sleepy. Probably from blood loss. He didn’t have to worry about the possibility of dying since he was all patched up now, he supposed. And he did need the sleep he didn’t give himself often enough.

He felt bad leaving Walhart to clean up his mess, though. “Leave it.” He said quietly. “I will clean it later….” 

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There was a difference between humility with the idea of kindness in mind, and simple self degradation. This line was toed, and then clearly broken when it came to this small dark mage. Walhart scoffed, and kept his back turned to the man. If it would help him rest though…

“Fine. You just get sleep.” A lie, of course. He was already picking up tomes and moving them aside, preparing to clean off the floor before he attempted to organize the books.

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Pulseless || Walhart + Validar

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Again Validar was surprised by the unrelenting force which drove this man. He realized that he would need to push harder if he was to overcome Walhart's senses. He pushed to half power with Dominance, more powerful but more physically draining. He laughed, seeing the lobster man straining beneath his armor.

"You talk of grand stories, Conqueror," he called out, "but even the dead will fail to compulsion. Cowardly? I think not, not in terms of battle! How better to beat your opponent than by having them beat themselves!? As you will do for me, Walhart." He growled, his voice becoming intense.

"Now… Heed my call!"

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Have your opponent beat themselves? Bah, what stupidity! People were more than just tools to break against the rocks of life, and this was something that Walhart just now realized he honestly despised in the Grimleal mage. How could you dare to underestimate people so! Walhart made that mistake and it was one of his most shocking regrets. How could he take pride in that...?

Walhart felt the pressure build in his forehead, and he shook it off. Dominance meant nothing to him - he was feeling not only a burning need to prove himself superior in this bout, but to prove Validar wrong on all his assumptions. He wanted to make the man see the worth of life. 

“Never.” He hissed, focusing on stomping forward at an even pace. “I will never bow to you. I choose who I kneel to!” 

[cutestwyvernever]

Midnight Kiss

Cherche had been having difficulties falling asleep tonight, no matter what she did she was just ever uncomfortable, ever uneasy. However, she figured the steps she heard walking into her room were just a comrade coming to get some of the linen she’d taken to make sure got folded. 

The thing was, they came closer to her than she’d expected- and then she’d felt the warmth of lips upon her knuckles. Immediately she jumped up, her still clearly conscious mind whirling as she noticed the conqueror standing right next to her.

“Walhart?” She asked, her body betraying her intents as it tensed up momentarily only to relax again. “What are you doing in here?”

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Cherche had not been entirely wrong – he had come to grab the linens, to complete the job that he had been given tonight. A functioning army had to make sure all its members did the work – even if it was just housekeeping; a task which was not beneath Walhart, despite what might be thought of him. Having been raised in a small place, and having had to divide housework up with his family… it was a task that he knew could be as exhausting as any other.

The wyvern rider looked more than a bit uncomfortable with her sleeping quarters, he had heard her tossing. But her eyes were closed tight and, foolishly, he assumed that she was asleep. Caught, partially by the task, in a memory of comfort from his days as a child, he wandered to her side and knelt, taking her hand and pressing his lips to it. It was a small thing his mother would do for him when he was ill or uncomfortable. It was a small touch, a gentle thing…

And she caught him in it.

The massive man shot up and took a few steps backwards, quickly turning around to gather up the linens with a cough. “Taking these. You folded them so nicely and I'm just here to collect and finish the job. ...Sorry for disturbing you.”

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♫

…Slowdance on the Inside

To lie was not something that the Conqueror preferred, but it was a strategy that could not be simply shut out. Particularly not when one was stranded inside a very strange world – one which had to be many, many years in the past, considering that the lord standing before the Conqueror was the fabled Hero-King. As much as Walhart would love to get home, he also wanted to keep Marth beside hi, so that he may observe and take example from the historic man… and lying was often the way he had to go about stealing the man’s time.

Today’s lie was the sighting of enemy forces near the outskirts of the town, and it seemed to be working, as the Lord would not stray too far from Walhart – from the borders of the campsite he had claimed as his own, all in hopes of seeing something which did not exist. “You seem restless, Prince. It is not too much to worry for – there are many capable hands here, and I can see well from my perch.”

Ah, feigned consideration, dare it backfire now?  

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Marth nodded, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and stood. Sir Walhart was kind to have let him sleep, even though he himself had been reluctant. His body appreciated the respite, even if he himself did not. “You are right, I shall have a look.”

Silently he moved to a watch post, and squinted into the dark. It was hard to see anything, his night vision had always been poor, but he did see enough. “I think I recognize the person at the head. There’s…more out behind them I can’t see well enough to try to identify, but the person at the head is one of ours.

“The colors are right for it, at least.” He said finally, turning back to Walhart.

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The large man followed the young prince, thinking on how fragile his shoulder had seemed. Once again he was reminded of Chrom, and he wondered how these young princes could carry all the weight of a country on their thin shoulders. It had been enough to get Valm into shape and then sweep across the rest of the continent in a war of union. These 'men' were just boys.

Perhaps he felt a bit bad; perhaps he, as an older man, felt responsible for bettering the world for these would-be leaders. But the future said Marth would succeed, so there was not much to be concerned for.

Settling his hands before him and leaning forward, Walhart stared into the darkness and tried to make out the colors that the Prince was seeing. “I suppose we should allow them in, if you believe you recognize the leader. But it may be a trap as well, and this lighting is not favorable to us.”

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♞

Hands on her hips, Vanessa stared down the ruthless conqueror with disappointment in her eyes. “You were meant to be watching him!”

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She would have laughed at his last comment, had he not looked so irate and serious. It was just the sort of thing that sounded like it belonged on a stage, amongst costumes and well-made props. But she just nodded instead, following behind him as he decimated the underbrush.

The pegasus foal kept nickering from ahead of them, clearly quite pleased with itself for the drawn-out game of chase that it had drawn both Vanessa and Walhart into. The young thing was always just several feet too far into the dense underbrush for either her or the conqueror to grasp at, and she felt the frustration mounting.

Finally, she was fed up with letting Walhart break a path. Darting around him, she wriggled through the thorny bush that was giving them both a hard time, and ran as fast as she could towards the startled foal. 

"You’re not getting away this time!"

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Walhart had not been expecting the rider to demonstrate such impatience – though he could understand why. As she darted around he had been swinging his blade, and it took a dramatic pull of his entire body backwards to avoid harming so much as a single hair on her head. Taken off-guard and completely overbalanced, Walhart fell backwards on his arse with a disgraceful thump and a frustrated groan.

“Perhaps a spot of warning would be best in the future!” The knight practically howled after her as he struggled back to his feet and took another frustrated – and badly aimed – chop at the thorny bush. Unable to stand being this far behind her he opted to follow close to her example – beating it down with the flat of the blade and then stepping over the thorns, he plowed forward, ignoring the sting of the thorns through his clothes and skin.

He had worse. Far worse.

“Bah, I pity whoever rides that thing when it's grown!”

He was too far behind to be of any real use. Tucking the blade away in favor of just crushing everything in path and knocking it aside with his hands, Walhart tucked his head down and began to charge ahead to catch up.

And here it was supposed to be an easy task.

[thefantasticmagicianthysto]

A ballpoint pen of Walhart uOu. I’m obsessed with him.

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I’m slow and I’m sorry but here have an art 

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Hi mister Walhart the Conqueror! Wanna play hide and seek with me?

Hide and seek? That was a children’s game. 

Walhart narrowed his eyes almost suspiciously down at the tiny manakete, allowing a small, rumbled ‘hmmmmmmm’ to emerge from within him. 

"Do you do nothing other than play? Humph…I suppose I will oblige you if only because you were not frightened to approach me. I will think of this as training for hunting down those cowards who run from me in battle!"

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Nowi giggled at Walhart’s sheepishness. Here, this towering brute of a man who claimed to be “inexorable” was afraid to lock eyes with a manakete girl whose appearance matched that of a cutesy twelve-year-old. Nowi wanted to put him at ease.

"Well, that’s okay. Everybody gets lucky sometimes." Nowi thought back to the time White Lion began chewing on the bush that Sully was using as a hiding spot, exposing her in an instant. She giggled once more. "It’s been a long time since I lost a game of hide and seek. Well, Mister Walhart, I guess you did it. You’ve conquered me." Nowi slyly winked at the past-emperor, who was now turning red in more places than his suit of armor.

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Walhart slid around in a circle slowly, watching as the small manakete girl slid right past him and out of the cave. She just had to go and call his winning a conquest. Walhart sighed deeply, taking one large step to follow her out. “It's hardly a victory if it is just luck. But I can count it a victory in my tenacity. Do you think any other person would have followed you all the way up here?”

He made an extra measure of stomping out loudly, breathing deeply and attempting to further ignore the pain in his bones and the exhaustion within him. “And now I have to walk all the way back down and to camp. They had best not be gone Nowi – I am already suspect enough as is, I would not be surprised if they are frustrated with my absence.”

[thefantasticmagicianthysto]

Walhart is the kind of dad who would win you the largest prize at the carnival games. Only with him it’s a lot of extremes.

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Pulseless || Walhart + Validar

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Perhaps he had underestimated the man. Most people would not have reacted as quickly or with as much success as Walhart had. He watched as his magic passed through Sol and into Walhart, the sword acting as a siphon for most of the electric spell's power. Quickly levitating himself away from the man, he tried asserting his Dominance spell over Walhart. An effort in futility? Possibly. But if he could take control over Robin- the smartest man he'd met in this army outside of Laurent- then he might stand a chance.

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His actions had well paid off – as he spun about Sol connected with the oncoming spell, absorbing the shock to the blade and stopping it to an extent. Still, part of the spell hit him as it was bound to do – and as all men of physical battle and armor knew, magic was not halted by steel as a blade was. Thunder arched through Walhart's veins and made his blood scream. He could have laughed through the sharp spikes of pain in his nerves, so familiar to a man who knew battle for much of his life, but he never did – it would be a sign that he had felt it at all.

And then, a pressure which pounded on his body and his head, flowering across his temples as though something wanted in. No doubt another magical trick of Validar's, but this one was not one aimed to damage him physically. What cowards tactics, what a weak thing to manage! What made him think that a mental assault could harm him, Walhart, a man who defied death itself due to the sheer power of his will!

Shaking his head and stomping forward, Walhart battled the magic Validar put upon him and started on his path towards the mage – straining his vision and his senses to see if there was anything else which lie in wait for him. “Do you think that your pathetic mind games would work on me? Did they not tell you I died? Did they not tell you I returned from death because I willed it to be so! My blood is cold and my heart does not beat, but I walk still, I command my mind, my will! I am here for honor and honor only...You cannot bend me to your will! I refuse!”

[darkmageknoll]

Knoll and Walhart

[darkmageknoll]

Knoll had to admit he was surprised to see a man of Walhart’s….mass using such delicate tools to repair his robes. He picked at the edge of his shirt, then pulled his knees to his chest.

"…No. Unless the spell managed to fill the area we were in, I should have been the only one to be transported. I would not doubt that was possible that they were transported as well but I doubt it happened." His calculations were usually pretty spot on. It was one thing he could pride himself on. Of course, with something as temperamental as the Outrealm Gates, there was plenty of room for error.

"Our goal was….to simply study the Outrealm Gates to allow us to understand them better." Now that he thought about it, there was no real goal in mind beside pursuit of knowledge.

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“Mmmm.” Walhart let out a low rumble to show that he had been listening to Knoll, looking back down at his hands as he further continued to stitch the robes. The tear was somewhat large, thanks to Wolfberg's size, but hard to see when the robes were folded in on themselves. At least the ugly stitch job would be hidden then...he really was a bit rusty on this entire sewing thing.

At least there would be no more men trapped in Ylisse disoriented and without knowing what a Risen was and what threat there was appearing before them with hostile intent. At least, it was not likely that that would be so – so said the mage himself. '

“Discovery for discoveries sake is noble enough a drive as any; there are many things which would not be known if not for those curious minds who sought it out merely because they wished to. I believe there is something of bravery in it as well – many men wish to only pursue that which they are certain will give them results. When one researches merely to gain knowledge, they know not if their efforts will bear fruit.” Lifting the robe up slightly so that he could see the stitch clearly, Walhart decided his work was done and the threading would hold. Knotting the thread a few times so that it would hold well, he brought the remaining thread to his lips and bit it, breaking it off.

Carefully returning his needle and remaining thread to the sewing box, Walhart leaned forward and passed the robes back to Knoll. “It is not the prettiest handiwork, but it suffices.”

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♞ ((If you're still up for this c: ))

"You think I’mbeing paranoid but the truth is I’m worth nothing to her alive."

It was a rare thingto hear the was-Conqueror speak in such a humbled tone, but as helooked away from the Wyvern-rider and towards the tent where thetactician, Ylissean king, and their closest council met, he could nothelp it. His joining had been an incident born of his pride andChrom’s want to keep him in sight and bent under a will. Just as hislife – if so it could even be called – was due to his stubbornrefusal to give up and die.

“There is no usefor a warrior who is not trusted out of the sight of the Prince inbattle. Even though I am ever true to my word I can not imagine amoment where I am fully trusted. So what use is there for mystrength?”

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Cherche had such an internal conflict over what she was to do here. He’d taken so much of her homeland, and that was something that was never forgivable, however, she’d also been fighting along side him for a while as of well. Even if part of her had been constantly watching, he’d never done anything. 

"I don’t blame them for the paranoia, however… I do not doubt that you are loyal to this faction." Her speech paused, life out here was so odd, and often the rider wished that she and Minerva could make it back to Roseanne, however that would come in time. 

"It has been many moon since you have joined us, I do not fear you will try and claim any heads." She knew her thought choice was different, but he’d only fought along side them for now. 

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For all purposes, Cherche's statement should have reassured the restless spot within Walhart's soul – but it did not. Instead it only grew, sending a wave of bitterness through his body like a Thunder through the nerves. Squinting slightly at the tent, as if trying to erase its existence from his mind, he responded slowly to the Wyvern rider beside him.

“I thank you for the gesture you made, but your words, I fear, are no easy reassurance. My actions have stained me, and no doubt I would be better off dead in your eyes as well; it would be just retribution for all I have caused to you and your homeland. My loyalties are bound by honor, not by wish – for me it holds truer, but for others it is not enough.”

He paused a moment then finally turned his head away from the tent to look at the pink-haired woman. “...I am unsure if my existence now can even be considered living. My heart does not beat, the blood within my body runs cold. I fit no definition of life as these Shephards define it; I am merely an abomination walking amongst them, serving as a reminder for a victory they had hard-won.”

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♞

Hands on her hips, Vanessa stared down the ruthless conqueror with disappointment in her eyes. “You were meant to be watching him!”

[dutifulridervanessa-deactivated]

"Oh!" Vanessa exclaimed, hearing Walhart cry out to the foal. She made her descent swiftly, landing roughly on the ground. She lurched after the conqueror, using her long stride to catch up swiftly. "He got away?"

Blast and bebotheration. A frustrated half curse escaped her mouth, watching that bobbing tail dashing off further away. She scurried after the foal, displeased when the brush fought back against her. 

She groaned unhappily and her eyes went immediately to find Walhart. He had more life experience (and more experience in general), surely he’d know what to do.

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Despite a form which allowed her to move with far more grace than he ever could, Vanessa faced her own difficulties within the brush as well. This, which was not worth noting in a normal situation, only served to irritate Walhart further; if she couldn't catch the blasted beast, who would? Biting back the urge to roar his frustrations to the sky, the man settled for the more blunt and destructive path through this mess – he took a blade and began to swing it before him, cutting the mettlesome plantlife without care.

It occurred to him, chopping his way through the brush with a look of grim determination, that he had not been this frustrated since his boyhood, where he could find no satisfaction in any task his small world threw at him. Perhaps this was the worlds way of attempting to bring him back to a time which would be seen as more tender.

This was something he did not appreciate.

“Follow in my footsteps, and run ahead when you can. Bah...don't we have any kind of treats to lure this thing out! I cannot believe I am being bested by a beast – and a mere child one at that!”

[superwalmarttheconqueror-blog]

♞

"You were always the quiet one."

The mage was laying on the ground, his robes in disarray and curled in upon himself. The tome at the tip  of his fingers was stained with blood - no doubt a ritual calling for his life had taken something of an unfortunate turn. 

The Conqueror knelt down by the small man’s side, lifting him from the ground and moving him to a softer place of rest - the cushions of the couch. 

"It is better to seek aid in some things than shut yourself away. I am one to know. ‘Twas my downfall, mage." Scouring the room for bandages, the knight found them set safely on a table. 

Ah, the mage had been prepared for the bleeding. But not this bad.

" Loneliness is the choice of fools." 

[darkmageknoll]

Knoll sat up carefully, trying not to move too much. He took the skin and drank slowly. After a few drinks he handed it back. “Thank you.” He managed, his voice gravely.

[superwalmarttheconqueror-blog]

The mage's frail body shook so much with the small effort of sitting up it was almost pathetic. He was like a leaf in the autumn, battling the wind in a desperate attempt to remain attached to its home on the branch. So when the mage finished drinking, Walhart placed the waterskin on the floor and attempted to assist Knoll back into a laying position.

Placing one hand on Knoll's back, fingers touching his robes lightly, the knight guided the wounded man back down on the couch. “Now remain laying. I will clean your mess.”