#allknowingofnir

[zcrayas]

"By the Shardbearers, is that how I stand?" - allknowingofnir

♕ - Rya takes a very careful look at him - how he stood. Then, she looks down at herself. Her two feet planted solid on the ground, little separated from one another, but not too much. Even her hands rest neatly by her sides. Just like lady Tanith had always taught her - fine ladies of the manor should be sharp of their appearance. Considering that, should they really compare, then?

" I believe so... yes." || @allknowingofnir

[coldblood-gardens]

"Word through the vine there's something about bruised grapes?" - allknowingofnir

Alberich slams his braille book down on the table and grabs his scythe, immediately running toward gideons office.

"LISTEN HERE YOU SON OF A--"

"AT LEAST MINE AREN'T COVERED IN DUST YOU DECREPIT--"

"COME AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE--"

Aaaaand he's gone. Gideons gonna have his week made seeing a pissed off, flailing wizard pinned under Ensha's knee. Don't laugh too hard, please. His dignity is the second most damaged part of him

[clueless-tarnished]

"Be honest, is Ensha really the children's father?" - allknowingofnir

"No"

She answers Gideon. Quiet enough for only him to hear. Just in case if anyone else was snooping around nearby

"I didn't ask Ensha to pretend to be the father as well actually"

Which was true. After Gideon assume Ensha was the twins father. They went along with it. Till he asked right now

[mohgwynn]

❄️ | @allknowingofnir

It’s almost funny how many no-name knights and Tarnished have walked by Gideon’s office without noticing — noticing the fact that the man standing outside the open door is, strangely enough, not Ensha. What’s funnier, though, is that even Gideon himself hasn’t seemed to notice yet — to notice the faint red glow coming from the hall, or the telltale brim of a red glintstone-decorated hat half-blocking the threshold.

In Alberich’s defense, he’s got Ensha’s signature pose down pat: the cocked hip, the folded arms, the thoughtful touch to the chin, the deathly silence. But everything else, and that awful, damned smile…

Well, if nothing else, Gideon is sure to notice something is off when Alberich lets out a rather loud sneeze, a puff of frost escaping his lungs like a dragon’s breath, not quite caught by the hand that flies to cover his mouth.

“Ahem. Sorry.”

And he’s back to posing dramatically.

[deathblightprince]

A loud yelp followed by a thud delivers a very confused and dusty Ensha into the shallow pools of the Deeproot Depths, at the foot of a returned lost city. - allknowingofnir

He found himself not only soaked by the shallow pools of water, but surrounded by Those Who Live in Death. However, they were acting strangely. One would believe they would attack a living being on sight, but these TWLID were oddly docile. They formed a circle around him to look down at him, simply observing him while making the occasional moans and grunts. He would find them slowly dispersing as soon as he stood up, beginning to turn and lead him towards the castle newly built, lost city/capital style castle. He could hear the sounds of mournful whimpers and groans as he approached the castle. None of them would stop him as he entered through the grand doorway. Hmmm, who did this place belong too?

[crybaby-tarnished]

Geralt of Caelid sat in his crib, watching the door where his surrogate mother had been taken through. He was still hungry, and she had not fed him yet. He chirped loudly, little arms and hands on his head gripping the edge of his crib along with his main ones.

No response. So he made a loud chittering cry, antena twitching. Still nothing. Usually Fyra came running after him making that loud of a noise.

He pulled himself up over the edge of the side of his crib, landing on the floor with a thud. He crawled up to where Fyra had last been, the ground scorched with odd patterns on the wood. He ran his hands over it, before he again cried out for food.

Still nothing. And so he did the only thing he could think of. He started crying as loud as he could.

@allknowingofnir 

[songofsilentechoes]

There is a soft knock on the door. A familiar three paced rapping. - allknowingofnir

There's a silence before the door opens. The short, sightless woman stands there, holding her staff.

"Hello? Is that you, Sir Ensha?"

[maldrontheassassin]

@allknowingofnir​ has -- oh no: Ensha arrives, completely fine and not related to current events in an alternate timeline, to see what the Night's Calvary is up to.

─╠═►Black and white fabric rest upon the dark armor of the Night’s Cavalry. His war steed snorts at Ensha’s presence, towering above them. Turning to glance at the horse out of the corner of his eye, the nostalgic warrior nearly jumps out of his skin! Armed with nothing save for the faith of the Crucible, did he ready himself for a battle out of his element.

Moments later, he recognized the silent companion of his Tarnished liaison. Still wary -- this was the Erdtree Capitol, after all -- he ensured that the grand dining table stood between them both.

“--Ensha, yes? Is Gideon alright? ...How’d you get here? Why? are you here?”