#v1ren

[araavos]

"I see that you are back as well. How soon can I expect you to start chipping away at my sanity?"

"And wherever it was the Dark mage went, his star was sure to follow~. That said, you needn't concern yourself Viren. Afterall, how can one deplete what doesn't exist to start~?"

[peccantumaskrp]

Gathering at the Border

@v1ren

The border to Xadia was a sight Peccantum had never seen.

It was impressive, a wide river of molten stone that made it impossible for anyone to cross on foot. It moved slowly, and even from the banks, the startouch could feel the immense heat. He was disappointed, then, that he did not have time to admire it further. Peccantum turned from the slowly churning magma, to the forests of Xadia and began to walk to them.

He took out a stolen library book as he traveled deeper into the forest, opening it to a map where he'd marked his destination. There should be an old religious sunfire temple near here, his reason for coming in the first place. Tales of old magic gave him some hope there might be something he could find in the area. Something he could use.

Peccantum didn't watch his surroundings as he walked, engrossed in his map and thoughts. He could've walked into a ditch and not noticed.

[ozcarpin]

A Dance of Circles (Closed RP with V1ren)

@v1ren

“Have you ever considered that you’re just a really bad wizard?”

‘Perhaps..... from time to time. Though, one never knows, an unexpected outcome needn’t be a negative.’

Oscar didn’t even have the vocabulary to express how much he wanted to punch the ancient being in his metaphorical face. An unexpected outcome. Yeah. That was one way to phrase it. Another way however was ‘so bad at being a wizard that a ‘simple scrying spell’ had LAUNCHED THEM INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION and now he was the one left hoofing it down the seventieth dirt road of their journey on the way to ‘The Kingdom of Katolis.’ 

It had been about a week since the exceptionally bad wizard’s spell had backfired on them and Oscar had found himself on the outskirts of some massive forest with no idea where he was. Everything had only gone downhill from there when the first town he’d managed to stumble upon was full of people who had absolutely no idea where or even WHAT such places as ‘Atlas, Mantle, or even REMNANT were and he was left looking like some delusional idiot when he understandably had himself a little freak out. 

And at first, Ozpin’s incessant positivity had been nice, reassuring even. The man had such a way of making things sound manageable, and upon his taking the forefront at the next town they’d happened upon, they’d learned (to the horrible wizard’s elation) that apparently magic WAS a thing that publicly existed in this world and apparently in the ‘Great Kingdom of Katolis’ there lived an Archmage, ‘best o’ the craft’ according to some man who Ozpin seemed to have decided to only listen to at face value rather than considering what was meant by the look of hushed disgust on the weathered face when it was spoken. Apparently the many-times-dead wizard in his head seemed to think that it was completely normal that they were searching for the help of someone who people spoke about in the same tone as one told a ghost story. Great.

Since then, their journey had consisted mostly of walking, stocking up on supplies, and Ozpin trying at every turn to make light of their situation much to Oscar’s growing ire. It wasn’t helping that even with Oscar trying to get a rise out of the magically challenged man in his head, Ozpin just wouldn’t rise to the bait, taking the insults in stride, going so far as to laugh about them as if they were sharing quips on this their fun little roadtrip across a country neither of them even knew the most basic thing about. It was aggravating to say the least. 

Oscar kept to his bad mood for the rest of the day, his apprehension coming back a little the next one as the spires of some distant castle came into view over the horizon, a sprawling city surrounding it with houses that looked like little more than toys next to its grand size. 

‘It seems we have arrived.’

“Yeah, great, now what? We find this....guy and what? Ask if he’s got a spare dimension portal laying around or something?”

‘As fun as that might be, I was thinking of taking a bit more of a subtle approach.’

“...................Meaning?”

Meaning the next day Oscar was approaching the stable-master about a job that would give him the access to be close enough to that giant edifice of bigness that Ozpin could sneak around and try to get at this archmage’s ‘notes’ without the living ghost story knowing about it. 

It just kept getting better.

[s0ren]

Soren...what do you call a man with a rubber toe?

“Um, uhh, wait I know this.....I.... ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeah I got nothing. Maybe Claudia knows?”

[harrow-king-of-katolis]

Thunderclap

It was done

 Harrow couldn’t believe it.

He hissed in pain nursing his broken hip as he stared up at the Dragon King’s massive body that was twisted in anguish during his final moments before he was turned into a statue. 

In his dreams, whenever he closed his eyes every night he dreamed about killing Thunder. Now his dream was finally realized and in front of him. 

He should feel something right?

Happy?

Elated?

That Thunder was dead? His wife finally gotten her justice? His long decade-old quest of vengeance had finally came true. This is what he wanted right?

His stomach twisted feeling a strange emptiness washing over him as he laid on the ground of lightly fallen snow. Like a part of his soul was ripped out of his chest that was filled with sorrow. 

It was a dreadful feeling something he thought the last thing he should feel after avenging his wife’s killer. 

Even so, driving a spear into Thunder’s heart what good did that do? Only providing him a moment of jubilation until the adrenaline wore off and only sending him back to a cold reality that Sarai was still dead.

It did not bring her back.

Harrow bowed his head low and shaking it blearily. He wanted to go home. He whistled for his horse trying yet failing to mount on. It was going to be a painful ride.

@v1ren

[araavos]

Aaravos: I have the most splendid organs Me: ohh that is that why v1ren had a better time deepthroat the worm ?

"Oh, is that what you think~? I promise you, for as talented as Viren is with his lack of gag reflex, and as much as he enjoyed showing it off, were it a competition, one would know from his face alone which it is he prefers, is that not right, @v1ren ~?"

[araavos]

“Look at all the couples using the cold as an excuse to cuddle. It’s gross.”

Golden orbs flicked over to the man next to him, the two of them on their way through a crowded park. While their path had been chosen more for ‘convenience’ if Viren were to be believed, Aaravos was rather enjoying their stroll through the winter wonderland. It was rare that they simply got to be together like this, and while it wasn’t to last (as nothing did long amid this torrid holiday environment) the elf was happy to have this while he could. 

Viren’s comment was also accurate, there did seem to be an unusually high number of people leaning against one another, arms wrapped around biceps, waists and shoulders. People snuggled together on benches as they watched the snowfall and their children playing in the distance, building and throwing handfuls of partially-frozen liquid at each other’s faces. It was lovely, and perhaps, once they’d retrieved the man’s offspring from their daycare, he (with a little bit of help from aforementioned offspring) could convince the man to return here and indulge in its atmosphere a bit longer. 

As for now.....

A chuckle rang out, perhaps a second later than it needed to in order to be taken as genuine, Aaravos’s own arm taking the opportunity to snake around his companion’s waist. Naturally, it was only done to give him the excuse to lean in close such that his murmurs could be heard over the screams of joy ringing through the space. 

“Mmm, is it? I rather consider it practical. After all, it is so very cold. Or, perhaps, its simply that I am cold. Yet you are so warm~.”

The elf dramatically hugged the man close, snuggling his head against his companion’s with a wicked smirk. 

“You wouldn’t want me to freeze, now would you~?”

[araavos]

"I would think it's /obvious/ why YOU, of all people, belong on the naughty list..."

“Oh~? And why is that Viren? Have I not been nice to you? Or, perhaps, you prefer me to do naughty things to you~?”