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[orsterrachronicles]

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In hindsight Therion was glad that he had decided to check up on Cyrus, he noticed the packed bag and the scholar’s willingness to hide the fact that he was trying to make his escape.

“You know you only just recovered from dying right? I don’t think you’re in the condition to be running away.” Therion said with a raised eyebrow, trying to remain nonchalant. “Something wrong Cyrus?” He asked with more concern.

[theriiion-a-blog]

Saintsbridge wasn’t any different from the last time he was here. Children running about and screaming about this or that, the youngest ones being curious about the new people in town and almost always asking if they wanted to buy a flower found close the the path. Endearing, though a little annoying, but it didn’t stop a number of their companions from using personal earnings to give these kids a little bit of joy. But not much time was spent on this endeavor before they went to accompany Ophilia to the church for her ritual.

Or that had been the plan before Cyrus had stumbled and nearly taken Therion to the ground in his attempt to steady himself. The fact that it had happened at all was out of character for the man, even with his staying up to ungodly hours studying nonsense, he still knew when he would falter and took the bare minimum care of himself. So the stumble was treated with great concern, Alfyn and Ophilia both coming to inspect their friend, figure out what he’d come down with in their month’s travel. 

In the end they determined near nothing wrong and while they all tried to put off the plans that, if Ophilia was to be honest, couldn’t be put off, Therion was first to volunteer himself to take their scholar to the inn to rest and sweat out the fever that was wreaking havoc with him. And he immediately had to defend his reasoning as “ I have no interest in watching the ceremony as it is. All of you want to see it and I don’t want to listen to your moping when you have to take care of him instead. “ 

That was how he’d ended up with Cyrus half on his back, half walking beside him while they made their way to the little inn right before the dirt roads turned to pavement.

“ Honestly, professor... if you were any heavier this would not work out the way you would like. Any taller and someone else would have had to drag your sickly rear to the inn... “ Not that this was easy by any means, but if he was to tell the truth he wanted to be able to nurse the man back to health himself. If not for selfish reasons then because he could always use someone owing a favor to him.

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[eisenblade]

✍️ SLAMS THIS IN HERE AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT FOR ERHARDT

drawing muses. / ( acc. ) / @theoryend

fun fact: genuinely happy erhardt is scientifically proven to be good for the soul and will add 3 years onto anyone’s life

[apothequery-blog]

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☀╎         HIS CALM, BEWILDERED TONE was just the slightest bit unnerving. Something about this, was incredibly unnerving. Alfyn wasn’t quite sure whether the urge to help his friend was stronger than his urge to make for the hills and cry murderer. 

Professor Albright had a habit of getting himself in trouble, had a habit for... Seeking out knowledge with no use, or seeking out dark magic with the intent to make it useful. 

Had something like that gotten the better of him this time?

          “I... I have no clue. Y’don’t remember anything?” He stammered, urging himself to step forward, and grabbing Cyrus’ arms to give him a once over. No injuries, no broken skin. Just... A lot of blood smeared on his sleeves and his face, but his fingertips were devoid of signs of magic cast. “Shucks, Professor, this is... This is a lotta blood.” Another thing to add to Cyrus’ growing list of oddities; aversion to the sun, aversion to Ophilia, dropping to the brink of death and then... Popping back up. It was starting to scare the humble Apothecary.

[inspiritingplums]

Gods AU || Post-Galdera fight || @theoryend

Kit gazed up at his hand from his spot lying down. He’d skulked off to be by himself after they all congregated at an abandoned in in the capital of hornburg’s ruins.

The place was full of dust and the lighting was poor but he didn’t mind. It made it harder to see the changes the gate had made to his body. Hiis hands and forearms were a mass of black claws and scales now, like a lizard man’s. And when he ran his tongue over his teeth, they were all sharp. He sighed.

All this time he had hoped it wasn’t true. That he wasn’t the vessel of Galdera. But now he had no choice but to accept it and he didn’t know how to process it in the least.

If Alfyn hadn’t ripped him free of the swarming mass, where would he be? He’d been running on instinct after, roiling and raging against the beast that had tried to consume him. But now that all the adrenaline had worn off he just felt tired and empty and lost.

[shieldingfaith]

@theoryend -- continuation with Therion

He had failed to get the emerald dragonstone back. Not only that, but Darius was the one to steal it. This was the thought that had been haunting him, and the very thing he feared would happened. It was only his luck that he would run into Darius again.

But why now? Why now of all times?

Once more back in the tavern of Wellspring, Therion had been having an awful day. He had been sitting at one of the tables with a drink that he had barely touched when Ophilia showed up and began to rub his back. A sigh left the thief, and he turned to look at the cleric.

{THERION} —- “Didn’t Olberic have something he needed help with here? Why aren’t you helping him?”

Ophilia retracted her hand when Therion spoke. He seemed a bit curt. She could understand why. While Therion hadn’t really confided in her about his past or his struggles with Darius, she could see that he was troubled by it. The mission for the emerald stone had failed. He’d been mocked by those thieves.

She sat down beside him, keeping her hands folded in her lap instead of touching him. 

“Olberic and H’aanit are taking care of things at the moment... They don’t need me,” she said. “But I... I wanted to see how you were doing.”

[xblazingblade]

@theoryend // Late Nights, Early Mornings // Continued from HERE

“’s a figure of speech, Professor,” Erhardt chuckled, one brow raising as he eyed the yawning scholar; one glance at him was enough to know that he’d been burning the candle at both ends. He and Olberic had been awake late into the night themselves, sharing too many bottles of wine and catching up - a decade was a long time, after all.

“No, I’d imagined he’d still be trying to get up and at it, given that I can still, apparently, drink him under the table. Figured I’d get myself a coffee to ward off the worst of the hangover. Don’t suppose you’d care to join me while the others are still dragging themselves out of bed?”

[crystarchived]

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The unnerving grin remains clear on his face. The only acknowledgement of this other Cyrus’ question is an ever so slight twitch of his eye (then again, it twitches often, so who can say if it is truly acknowledgement).

“ Our omnipotent lord and saviour, Galdera. Do you wish to converse about them. ” he reiterates, his volume just the same as the last time.

“ Though I suppose someone like... you... would call them the Fallen, wouldn’t you. A blatantly false title, of course, but I suppose I cannot fault you for being so pitifully naive to the truth. ”

Galdera was far from gone, after all. Cyrus has witnessed the god’s might firsthand. And oh, what an eye opening experience it was!