#all. lothar

[prcspero]

It felt…karmic that he’d lose them and there would be nothing he could do to save them.

@lotharx & @alrikhart & @alessiathepath

[prcspero]

closed starter for @lotharx location: lostlands note: :angrytiddies:

Tired was the word he would use for how he felt right now after everything that had transpired. Prospero had never really been through a fight quite like that one before, but he had to say that facing down a dragon and speaking with some deities was not on his bucket list. Maybe he should have put those things on there though. That seemed to be the least of their concerns now. He should've been with Alrik and Alessia right now. Instead, he was here looking at this barrier. This wasn't magic he had ever seen himself, but he'd read about it. Seven layers of elemental and spiritual magic formed this prismatic barrier surrounding Iskaldrik. It would take precise movements to even make a dent in it. And he may have been old, but this was not something that one person could do alone.

Nevertheless, he had been on his way back from observing it only to run into his future date. He still wasn't sure if they were actually going to go on that date or if it had been a joke, but he'd keep pretending that it was the former. There was a question lingering in his mind though. "And here I thought you were a normal, stoic soldier with an ax. Little did I know you were sipping colossus juice."

[prcspero]

@lotharx

location: home note: uwu

Somehow, some way, he had crawled his way back home. Back to Lysara, back to the place where it had all started for him, back to before everything had gone to complete shit. Prospero had no idea how people felt about him or if they even cared, but he never much cared about that. All he cared about was that Alrik and Alessia had somehow forgiven him. He would have to have more of a conversation with them when things somewhat settled. They deserved an explanation for everything and he couldn’t really figure out how to put it into words yet. Alrik had saved him though. Damakos…He didn’t want to think about it again as he walked into his home and sat down in the nearest chair. Alrik and Alessia were sure to have their own matters to attend to right now and so did he.

His presence was probably not that hard to hear enter the house as he heard the shuffle of boots against the floor. Prospero couldn’t even really begin to put into words the relief he felt to look up and see Lothar there. His family was fine. They were all safe. They were all…A tear fell down his cheek that he tried to wipe away immediately. Only a whisper left his mouth as he looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry.”

[prcspero]

closed starter for @lotharx location: brewed awakening (eterna) note: uwu

To say he needed a drink would have been an understatement. With everything that had happened in Hestia's Cove, he was...well, he was concerned. As much as he didn't want to care about his standing with the Dark One, he was absolutely positive that he needed to care. How was he to explain why they had been attacking him incessantly the entire time they were there? Prospero could lie his way out of it. He could say it was just because he was so damn charming and even darkspawn were interesting in him. That seemed unbelievable even to his own ears. Whatever. What did it even matter honestly? The whole ordeal was done with and now he could just deal with the fallout. Unfortunately. The point was that he was going to drink until he couldn't stand anymore. That felt like the best way to deal with this whole thing, didn't it? The only thing that made it not so sad was that he had indeed invited Lothar.

He'd told the big guy that he could drink him under the table and that was what he intended to do right now. It was easier to mask the real reason behind some competition. Then again, knowing how Lothar had been every time they spoke, he'd be able to peel back that curtain far too easily for Prospero's liking. Nevertheless, a drink was passed his way as he waited for said company to actually show up. He downed the drink and then spoke to the person next to him. "You know, Iskarans make great mead. The stuff here feels like it doesn't hold a candle." He furrowed his brows as he looked down at the empty mug. "This stuff is pretty good though. Have you thought about going into the mead-making business in Iskaldrik?" Well, when the place was actually back up and running of course. Whenever that was. "Do you even like Iskarans?" He'd been drinking all day. Maybe he needed to shut up so the bartender didn't spit in his next drink.