#ettia

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Hey uhhh have an Ettia before I realise I hate it.

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since you asked, how about some ettia angst?

Hmm... Okay. This will be a tad difficult. (She’s one of the least angsty characters rip)

The whip cracked down with its full force against her back, the red raw skin already stained in her own blood and the blood of her comrades burning with an internal fire as her vision faded then returned. And again, the giant of a man leaned into the swing of his arm, bringing the braided leather whip against the full expanse of her back one more time before moving on down the line. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she could taste blood on her tongue, but she would not allow them to fall, for the audience to see a weakness in her gaze as it honed in on the young man just staring at her and only her.

She tuned out the groaning of the young soldier—barely a man, himself— strapped to the post beside her, just to stare at that young man, wide blue eyes brimmed with sorrow. And yet, all she saw was red. Had she the energy to do so, she might have called out to him, might have screamed and yelled and cursed his blasted name, but instead, arms shaking, bare back aching, she glared.

This was his fault.

All five men and women beside her were here because of him. And as her head went light, as the feeling of blood trickling down her back dissipated for a numbness, her vision faded for good. And she was consumed by an anger.

Ettia awoke with a start, her eyes opening abruptly, her chest heaving in a gasp as she tried to gain a grasp of her location. She looked around, home—no, not home, but home enough for the time being. She could still feel the crack of the whip ringing in her ears, feel the dull—then sharp—pain of leather breaking skin, smell and taste the metal in her mouth. But... the anger was gone, replaced with a distance that came easy—perhaps too easy.

With a disquieted sigh, she licked her lips and slid from the cot, groping around for the jug of water Anton liked to place by her bed every night. Perhaps he knew of the dreams, or maybe they all had dreams and that was just his way of telling her we know.

Finally finding the jug, Ettia splashed some water onto her face before taking a large gulp. In retrospect, she could understand the pure unadulterated wrath the her of her past felt; she knew the meaning of the thick, raised lines that marred her back and neck with knots of horrid scar tissue; knew the meaning of a love betrayed, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything for it.

Perhaps she couldn’t.

With another sigh, Ettia smoothed down her nightclothes and slid back into the thin sheets, kicking them off as her body grew hot. She would ponder this in the morning; the middle of the night was not the time for considering such things. If there was any such a time at all.

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MC plans a surprise birthday party (are birthday parties even a thing here?) to Ettia, but she founds out earlier?

Birthdays are… weird. Usually only the rich celebrate them, or if they’re a particularly high up in the clergy they might as well. Elves just don’t celebrate it due to their long life spans. So, this is a completely hypothetical scenario, but a fun one nevertheless.

Ettia’s fingers curl over her mouth in a miraculous display of faux surprise, her pale eyes squinting in happiness regardless of the occasion. The rest of the group stand idly around the hall, various degrees of excitement buzzing through the small army. And yet she knows.

The beating of your heart slows, then comes completely to a halt as you look at her in her beautiful blue and purple robes as if it were just any other day. And yet, the way she stands, that necklace you’ve never seen her wear before, indicates she was prepared for something one way or another.

She approaches you, and all you can utter out is, “You knew.” Ettia gives you a sympathetic look, a hand moving to the back of your neck as she pulls you into a half hug. A hand cards your your hair and it’s at this point you realise she’s trying to calm you. It usually works. But this time you frown.

“Yes, I did,” She says in her singsong voice. Her cheek is pressed against the top of your head, your face pressed into her collarbone. “But I swear it wasn’t because anyone told me.”

“Then… how?”

Ettia chuckles lowly for a moment, not gracing you with an answer as she continues to silently implore you to stop your pouting. When that doesn’t work, she pulls away, a sheepish smile on her face. “Well… I may have seen one of the orders you left out on your desk.”

And immediately, your body freezes. Of course. During the long nights you stayed up to plan this event you often passed out… Only for Ettia to wake you and force you to come to bed. You groan against her robes, angrily huffing as you kick yourself mentally. How could you neglect this simple thing? But Ettia pulls you off her, her hands gentle against you as she smiles.

“But… I’ve never had a birthday celebration before, so…” She looks out towards the group. Spotter as standing awkwardly around, pretending that they know what they’re doing, Herron is inspecting a cut on Lokeira’s cheek, no doubt chewing him out for whatever he did this time, and Severa drinks. Heavily. Ettia laughs. “I’m looking forward to it. Thank you.”

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what's Ettia like in a relationship? :^3c hope your head feels better!

Sorry for taking so long anon, yes! My head is much better now, thanks for asking! <3

Ettia approaches relationships casually at first, not quite knowing where they’ll go or if at all they’ll go anywhere. She was taught from a relatively young age that people come and go and, while she never quite accepted that mentality like her brother did, she respects it enough to understand that sometimes, two perfectly decent people aren’t good for each other. In a way, she’s constantly looking for a sign that that’s the case with her partners, that, somehow, something changed between them overnight. But of course, she know’s that’s not the healthiest mentality to have. She often turns to praying to Adeliah, the god of slaying, for aid. No one knows why. Perhaps her insecurities stem from not being comfortable in her own body, and so she fears that her partners will feel the same. This is probably why she is so obsessive about the way her hair is styled. Is it good enough? Is it long enough? Is she feminine enough? Really, she is a very thoughtful girlfriend, loving and kind, but perhaps a bit passive and self-critical. Maybe even a little vain. But no one’s perfect, and at least she can admit to herself when she’s in love.

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Guess who we’ve met now :)

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Today’s fun fact of the day is that Gwyn and Ettia CAN and DO commit identity theft.

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If it’s not spoilery, do you have an idea of what Ettia and/or Gwyn’s past lover(s) were like? You mentioned that Ettia has had children, what were they like? Has Gwyn had any kids?

What you need to know is that both have had many past lovers. They both have had children and you can probably guess their particular approaches to it but for various reasons had to leave at some point or another.

Ettia tries to keep in contact with her children but when you're long-lived like she is it can be hard to keep track of people who otherwise might not be, and that's even provided they want to talk to her. Gwyn is... not like that at all. Call it creative differences.

As for notable lovers, Ettia once loved a revolutionary who, like many before him, died in the persuit of his life's goal. Or betrayal, one of the two. She also may or may not have once been the mistress of a queen or two but that's purely speculation ;3

Gwyn, has mostly just been a traveller and has had far less dalliances than his sister. Some notable lovers, however, is a previous Oracle, before Korrin that ended poorly (it's why he finds them so obnoxious now), maybe a runaway prince at some point (he could never quite prove that), and, maybe one of our RO's (take a wild guess who 🙄).

Have fun ;3

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how long will it take to break the curse that Arke put on us? I feel a lot of pity for our MC suffering on the verge of death

Not that long. After you choose a faction someone will be able to put a stop to the hex, be they a leader or a certain elven healer.