#location.haven

[blightedmikhael]

who? @freydis-freydat where? Border with Iskaldrik

Whenever he had the time, Mikhael had taken off wandering the border with Iskaldrik, the grip on his spear tight and assured. There had been something odd about the trick of the day the other day, something even odder to his encounter with Agnes. Whatever the druid had sensed, it was enough to call to her and that was enough to worry him. There was change in the air, and perhaps he was being paranoid, but he would rather be prepared if the wall between them and the Aetherians fell. 

This trip to the woods was like any other, not meant to take too overtly long. It was just a check, a reassurance that there were no changes to the barrier and that he could return to Haven, the Inn or Eterna, without a worry. He had yet to see anyone on his journeys, so it had been a surprise when he had walked into a clearing near the barrier and seen a familiar figure in the distance. 

He didn’t know her, not really, but recognized the face. Who could not recognize Freydis after their journey out of Iskaldrik? She might have been taken like the others, but that only made the Jarless altogether more memorable. 

“Here I thought I was being paranoid with my desire to check on the boundaries,” he commented from where he stood at the entrance of the clearing, hand relaxing around the pomme of his spear as he offered the Shield a nod. “I take it I am not?”

[spiralailani]

who? @rhysxvuldak where? Haven, Lysara

More and more wolves have been leaving the town, with the elderly and the weak being taken to a safer location. In comparison to how she had found Haven, it was now deadly quiet. It would be discomforting, if it wasn’t relieving. Countless lives are being saved by this evacuation, and it would provide relief to those who had been worried about collateral damage as they fought. Lailani is counted amongst those who are relieved, the weight lifting from her shoulder even as she walks through the quiet streets. Quiet streets that are suddenly not as quiet as the sound of the lute fills the silence. Captivated, her steps turn towards the noise and she walks to it in steps with the melody, humming under her breath as she goes. 

“It’s a beautiful tune,” she comments when the music stops and she finds herself facing a stranger. “Does the song have a name?”

[temperednuvi]

who? @fyrenxsolon where? Haven

It’s only by accident that she recognizes the flash of black as a dragon. A very specific dragon in fact. Nuvi hadn’t had the pleasure to meet Prince Ikaros’ dragon in person, but she had heard the rumors. And frankly, there aren’t many black dragons flying around as it is. Frowning thoughtfully, she follows the dragon’s flight path towards… Oh, she recognizes him. He was part of the team that headed into the Eluvian towards the Falon’din Hollow, isn’t it? Recognizing the face, she decides to greet him, and maybe satisfy her curiosity about why he had the Prince’s dragon. 

“Afternoon,” she greets with a nod. “You were part of the group that went to Falon’din Hollow's, correct? I believe I recognize you from that trip.”

[engineerzuleima]

who? open where? haven's wall when? the road so far plot drop

Haven’s Wall stands tall at the strigoi’s back as she eyes the distant shimmering dome with narrowed eyes. Anyone passing by will have noticed the thin layer of snow sitting at her shoulders, demonstrating that she has been standing in the same spot for hours at a time without moving and they would wonder why. The truth is simple: she had sent some of her conjurations to trail the borders of the magic dome to try and understand its circumference. Word had already spread about how the magic covered the entirety of Iskaldrik, and the more word spread, the more curious she became. Iskaldrik is in no way round, and yet the dome always seemed to be just that: a dome. The curiosity needed to be satisfied, and if she finds anything of help, the better. 

And so, she waits for the shadowy grims to return from their scouting, considering the magic before her thoughtfully. Zuleima has never come across anything like it on her long life, and part of her wants to know the mechanics and whether it can be replicated to protect Lysara. A bigger part of her, though, worries about the implications of unknown magic in the hands of the Aethereon empire. 

“You know I can hear you when you move, right?” She asks the watcher. “Don’t you have better things to do than to creep on a random strigoi?”

[hiddenvaldis]

who? @lunadarkwoodx where? Haven When? After the Gladiator Match

Her conversation with Aurea still echoes in her head, so Valdís takes the time to visit Haven when she first anchors into Marinus Bay for supplies. She has been asked by her crew to keep a low profile in Eterna and the Queenset Isles while her bounty is still hot, so she does just so, a cloak covering her features as she meanders around the wolf town. Last time she hadn’t had the time to observe things carefully, so she takes her time observing the houses dotting the town and wonders what it would be like to have grown in such a place. Valdís is deep in her musings when her eyes fall in a familiar individual, and a grin crosses her lips. 

“Now, that is a beautiful face that I would never forget,” she comments as she falls into pace next to the woman from the gladiator’s match. “What brings you to Haven?”

[temperednuvi]

who? @talisa-the-steel where? Haven

It’s not that Nuvi didn’t expect to see people she recognized during her stay in Haven. What she didn’t expect was to vaguely recognize someone from their trip to Falon’Din’s Hollow. The trip that had revealed that Laurelin was in danger, and that her research was more than necessary. The rescue mission had changed a great deal, and only a handful of people were even privy to the information of what had happened inside. And the stranger before her was one of them. Immediately curious as to why the stranger was present, Nuvi closed the book in her hands and wandered closer to the woman. 

“Hello there,” Nuvi greets with a soft smile as she considers the other. “I believe we have met before? In a rather similar situation, in fact.”

[blightedmikhael]

who? @spawnuriah where? Haven When? A few weeks after Aventia fell

Mikhael arrives at Haven with the refugee group, an uncomfortable twist on his chest as he considers his options. He has been unsettled since his conversation with the Devil wearing a preacher’s disguise. A wolf amidst the sheeps, luring the flock into his jaws. It’s a horror not unlike the tales whispered in the dark about devils back in Ankhuria. Like the tales he assumed hold the truth of who his father is, wherever in Taravell he is. It’s not a reality that settles on him easily, but he has to swallow it regardless. 

He is conflicted as to his next step, whether to go with Dantalion or avoid the mess altogether. A gloved hand runs through his hair as he wanders through the werewolf’s village as he is considering his options. The Warrior’s Guild likely had another job he could take to pay for his travels with the Vanguard, so it’s financially feasible. There is a dark bemusement as he realizes that as much as he wants to avoid traveling with the others, he is already planning for it.

“Wherever His Light may take me, huh,” he mutters with bemusement as he turns into the wolf’s pub and right into a veritable wall of muscle. A blink follows another and he glances up. “My apologies.”

[blightedmikhael]

who? @ormir where? Haven when? During the weeks that the refugees were being monitored

It had only taken him a few days in Lysara for Mikhael to have the bright and startling realization that he had fucked up by getting to know the old man at the bonfire and after. The conversation had been a respite during the arduous journey, and he had enjoyed it enough to seek him out through the journey, but nothing had grown beyond a few amicable conversations. As fellow warriors, keeping the conversation going without delving too much into the despair surrounding them had been bolstering, so he had not made efforts to keep a distance from the Iskaran. Now that they were in Lysara and he had seen the human next to the Princess and who he assumed to be the Prince — and yes, Mikhael will be ignoring the fact that the Iskaran Prince is a Changeling until his dying days to avoid that specific brand of drama — greeting the Lysaran officials, he is regretting his choice. He already found himself drawn to Aytaç, he didn’t mean to involve himself any further with the same group that would have killed him if they had known of his status as a cambion. 

It’s hard to avoid someone when they are both stuck in the same area, though, so he isn’t surprised when he runs into the nobleman a few weeks after the realization of his possible status.

“This trip made for strange bedfellows, didn’t it?” He asks as he greets the man with a nod, having decided not to act too differently in hopes to avoid him from looking into him. “And yet, here I am, still not knowing your name. My apologies.”