Intertwined Fates

Fate loves her creations. She writes many paths in which they take, but only one path leads to prosperity. Independent Multi-muse OC Roleplay blog. Tracking tag: tangleddestiny.

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@chatanmak continued from here.

Yua didn’t need the spirits of the earth to tell her that the boy was certainly not fine. It wasn’t everyday that she ran into random injured strangers on the road, but Yua figured that this would be common the more she explored the lands beyond her own. Life in her palace was much more sheltered than this. She was only sorry that she wasn’t gifted with healing powers like her cousin, Xing.

“You are not fine, stranger.” she said, her accent told the other that she wasn’t from around here, if her clothes and looks didn’t say that already. “Blood coming from the head is not a good sign. If you do not get treated, it could get worse.”

Reaching into the pouch at her side, Yua pulled out some bandages and some strange smelling herbs that had been crushed up and stuffed into a vial. “You are too young to be brushing off wounds like that.” She continued, looking down at the boy. “These are med...medi...cines...” She paused, grumbling in another language, “...From my people’s healers. They will help with your wounds.”

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miles-xanthous:

       🔥 “ Yes. Though most would rather refer to him as a Magi. But no matter         what you refer to him one thing is certain: Aladdin is amazing. “ If allowed         he could speak about his friend, or either of his friends, all day and still not        have said enough or grow tired of it nor them. He cherishes every person he        meets and befriends and one can tell from the spark in his eye or fondness          in voice if were to listen carefully. Those are the people he cares for and                                                     wouldn’t trade for anything in this world.

      “ Perhaps. Ah, while you’re not wrong with that statement he’s more like       a best friend rather mentor. I don’t know about the magicians back at your        hometown, nor do I know many myself, but he’s more the type to support          someone if they make a choice and walk through with you or fight and                                                          struggle along the road with you. “

So there were Magi outside of her home. She wondered if they harbored the same dislike for humans or if they were friendlier. Perhaps the humans here didn’t treat them as her people had done. There was some hope that the Sages’ influence didn’t reach this far.

“He sounds like a wonderful person. Perhaps I shall meet him someday.”

She folded her hands on the table. “There are many magicians in my home and there is a race of people called the Magi, but they are vastly different from humans. Perhaps your friend comes from the same people.” she said. “There were five magicians who rose above all else, though, humans who were even heralded by the non-humans because they saved the land from a great plague.”

She paused, looking down. “Lord Entheas was one of those Sages, they said he sacrificed himself so that the plague would disappear...and it did...but Lord Entheas still lived and he was kept prisoner by the leader of the Sages, Cyrus. He told me that Cyrus was the embodiment of that great plague and that he would destroy the land with the magic he took from it.”

She bit down on her bottom lip. “I saw the darkness take over my kingdom. It killed everything...it made people sick and it infected their bodies to the point they were no longer humans...but monsters.” she shook her head. “I was so powerless. I didn’t know what to do, but watch. It was because of this that the people of my home began to resent me and my family...but what could we do against such magic? None of us had any magical properties...I can barely wield what magic the Arrow of Sortitus has.”

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miles-xanthous:

        🔥 “ Ah, its nothing to concern yourself with. You’ve been dealing with alot           for so long you felt like letting it all out which is understandable. I for one                 am glad you find me trustworthy to even bestow such even if its                                                                 personal or just rambling. “

          He started off by taking sips of tea from his cup, once arrived which was            shortly after her apology that gave them a brief moment of pause from              their current topic but was a calming kind of silence between them,                before continuing. “ Its never easy…doing things on your own. I                 used to be the same always thinking I had to solve everything                 on my own. Any help offered? I just couldn’t accept for some                   reason so stubbornly decline and continue to pursue what                   had my mind set to even if the task was difficult or on my                                                                  own couldn’t make it. “

            “ Its not that I thought of myself strong or either heroic - I’m             far from that. I suppose I just didn’t want to come off a burden             everyone with my own struggles, troubles or thoughts. Nor is             it healthy keeping things bottle up for so long. It was a friend               of mine, he’s a magician and way younger than us but he              can be so wise aside strong, that taught me and reminded                                   me: nobody can do things on their own. “

It was strange to her that she gave her life’s story to a complete stranger. Indeed, she knew how to hold a conversation with royals and other important people. That was her role as a princess of her country. However, as far as she knew, Alibaba was just a commoner. He could have laughed at Ophelia’s predicament and told her ‘welcome to our life!’ She knew some commoners felt that way about those in power. She knew people probably thought none-to-kindly of her as she entered that town with him, her finery now ragged with the elements.

So, she sat and listened to Alibaba’s story and found it similar to hers. The Goddess was watching over her somehow if fate would bring her to someone who understood. Maybe she could do this after all. Maybe Alibaba was the person she needed to meet. Maybe Lord Entheas was right: her kingdom’s salvation lies beyond the desert.

“I see, so you also have a magician who guides you.” she said, her hands folded in her lap. “Perhaps we have more in common than we thought.”

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I honestly had the worst day at work. Only person in my department taking customers while the rest just sat on phones which were dead...THERE WAS A LINE, but no, we didn’t need more people helping me.

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All I wanted was to take a short nap on break, but instead a parade had to go through the room I was napping in.

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solsikkc replied to your post: I �� LOVE �� ITHNAN

I WILL LOVE THIS GOOD BOY TILL THE DAY I DIE

Yeeesss, I’m glad someone loves him.

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I 👏 LOVE 👏 ITHNAN

Ithnan deserves much love. His life is hard.

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Nice hair, wanna mess it up? (for whoever you want lol)

Not the best pick up line he’s been told, but not the worst. Neil didn’t think that being out of the house after so many years would lead to something like this. Then again, people normally flirted with others in bars. Perhaps getting into that contract had some perks. People were talking to him again.

“Er...I...thanks?” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at his reflection in his drink as if he wasn’t accustomed to such things. Not anymore at least. Pull yourself together Neil.

Knocking back the rest of his drink, Neil looked up at Prompto and smiled a charming smile. “Sounds like fun.”

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Everyone’s favorite dragon-goblin got AoTC on heroic Argus today!

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solsikkc:

        Shock coursed through his whole body like a live wire as a whirlwind of chaos ensues around him. There’s clear power imbalances, he’s read enough fantasy stories to know when there’s ‘evil’ afoot. It all felt like a bad dream as he shakily fell to the ground, eyes drifting warily around him. Goblins, elves, and medieval weapons–? Yeah it sounded like a bad dream or a really bad joke and part of Prompto was wondering if he’d somehow died. “Yeaaaah…um–” Where did he even start with this big mess? 

         “About that, I’m not really sure where I actually am or…why you’re wearing facepaint?” So maybe this was just some play he’d stumbled into; yeah that had to be it! There was no way Prompto had somehow gotten himself mixed up in some weird fantastical war. Maybe this was an illusion set up by the empire? Fingers ran nervously through blonde hair, his head aching with the mass of questions bursting into his head. 

          “I mean…you’re actors right? This is…those guys are gonna totally get up and…and–” He’s trailing off now. The young glaive isn’t dumb enough to not recognize the faint smell of blood and death in the air; this is real and he finds himself collapsing as his knees buckle. “I’m so lost–”

Face paint? He thought, instinctively lifting a hand up to rub at his cheek. Then he came to the realization that the other was most likely talking about the runes that covered his body. It wasn’t uncommon for humans to question it. However, it seemed like this man was much more disoriented than refugees usually were.

Actors?

“I wish that this was some sort of performance.” Chimed in the elf beside Ithnan with a sarcastic sort of tone. Ithnan looked up at him and shook his head, a stern look held on his face.

“I’m afraid all of this is real, but it isn’t surprising that you are in some sort of state of shock. Most of the refugees or slaves that escape the Empire are a little...disoriented.” Ithnan said, returning his gaze to Prompto. Some of the other soldiers were whispering to one another and gesturing to him. He did wear strange clothing.

There was a loud crack and the sound that was akin to someone ripping apart parchment as the space off to the side opened up. Someone very large poked his head through. “Ith done with job?” said the man, gruff and a bit scary looking, like he could tear a person in half with his bare hands. “Big and unit rescue slaves from enemy camp north.”

Ithnan nodded and held his hand out to Prompto. “Let’s get you somewhere safe where you can rest and collect your thought.” He smiled softly. 

“My name is Ithnan Drakenken, the leader of the Drakenwatch.”

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solsikkc:

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        Air puffs from his body and his legs shake as time blurs together with panic welling in his chest. There’s things after him he’s never seen; people he’s never seen the look of swarming behind him in waves and it’s just all so different. Prompto’s no coward, but he also knows when he’s outmatched. These are enemies he knows nothing about and he has a prince to get back to protecting, no a friend who very well might need his help. The issue is he doesn’t know where he’s lost, nor how he got lost. 

          Everything started normal and then there was shouting and a bright light and now, here he was in some strange land where he was severed from his friends and his weapons. The young kingsglaive isn’t sure how long he’s been running either but his lungs are heaving and there’s an ache in his jaw from clenching it coupled with a faint burn in his chest. Collapse is only seconds away and so with a leap of faith he scrambles up a tree, clasping a hand over his mouth to try and quiet his heavy breathing. 

           The last thing he expects to see is the goblin peering curiously at him from across the branches in the tree just opposite to him. 

Refugees that were escaping enemies was common around these parts, but it really put a damper on plans as the other circled around the tree to hide from whoever was chasing him. Soren’s foresight hadn’t mentioned anything about civilians, but things had gone awry when there was a flash of magic and they had to retreat further into the forest. Sometimes Ithnan couldn’t just rely on the visions he was given. Golden, reptilian eyes observed the other for a few moments before Ithnan placed an index finger against his mask-covered lips. 

In the shadows crouched others, men and women with black arrows nocked in bows the radiated a powerful magic. In another tree, an elf with dark skin whispered something almost inaudible and the soldiers in the other trees responded. As if the elf had foreseen it, those enemies that were chasing Prompto had came into view, only to be slaughtered by a hail of arrows. Any one left were then ambushed by Ithnan and a brigade of assassins. It was all over in a matter minutes.

Ithnan wiped the blood from the sword that blazed with blue fire, not seeming to be affected by it’s flames, and sheathed it before turning to Prompto. He pulled the mask from his nose and mouth. “You arrived at a most inopportune moment, but it’s good that you are unharmed.” He said, a small smile on his lips. The elf who had given commands to the archers in the trees dropped down beside him. “I’m glad Erios’s soldiers didn’t hit you.” Not that he would. Perhaps a sort of joke between the two as the elf named Erios roughly nudged Ithnan’s shoulder with his elbow.

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miles-xanthous:

       🔥 Alibaba noted & observed a shift in her demeanor. Although determined             she lacked the confidence and drive to go through with it. Not much the              experienced fighter, he mused then reminisce over his past and former              self. The similarity in everything was astonishing. And its what keeps               him drawn to her and try help her. Be it with motivational speech or                  more. Every little bit of help he can offer would be enough; Just                  how others helped him in the long run then but even to this day.

                          He is certain with time and a bit of effort she can                             accomplish all that along her run and journey.

                    “ Now we’re talking! That’s a good mindset to start with. “

She wasn’t entirely sure she believed her own words. Training in combat was something that took years to master, let alone invoking whatever powers lay dormant in the Arrow of Sortitus. She was certain that Alibaba at least didn’t know how to do that and it was probably something she would have to learn on her own. Everything was frightening, though, it could be a while before she could save her home...but liberating a country from powerful people wouldn’t be something done in a night.

“I fear you have been listening to my problems this entire time and I have not had the chance to ask you about yourself, Alibaba. Forgive my rudeness.”