Threats: Kysis ClipThe path up from the gates was cobbled, even though winding up the still grassy terrain. Though the gate guards had greeted them warmly in both Greek and Latin, the men seemed on edge, too shifty and nervous. Kysis could not quite tell what it was, but there were a few ideas coming to mind. Traders from the Serenissima and Ottoman Empire were currently in Kreos, that much Kysis had heard from the whispers and seen moared at the docks. Why would they be nervous, though? The men were well trained and well armed. Merchant vessels never had a high soldier content, if any at all, so everything should be fine...
Then Kysis heard the hooves behind him.
Slowing Atropos, he turned him around, facing those who approached. There were two men, on horseback, one clad in lavish robes, the other in simple white and blue. Their attire alone spoke of where they were from, Kysis recognizing the silks and designs.
Kysis and Rico clipIt was an early morning ritual, sparring. Kysis had woken up every morning looking forward to it, those tiny battles in the crisp Kreos air. That had been before other events, though, which made that ritual awkward, Kysis hesitant to continue it. For the two months prior to Rico arriving in Oberon, Kysis had not done more than basic routines, or a quick bit with the guards as they were readying for the day. Now that Rico returned.... Kysis dreaded the morning but at the same time could not get him to alter his daily methods.
Hopefully that weak had worked to further delude Rico's emotions. Kysis was really uncomfortable with how the younger man looked at him.
The young retainer was already preparing for the spar, face an unreadable mask as he strapped on what padded armor he felt he might need. The sword he had propped next to him on the wall was one of the dulled blades, for practicing. It could still leave w
The End of Wars: rp introIt seemed too quiet, the night. Even with the moving of feet, the skittering of creatures, the forest seemed a vacuum sealed against the intrustion of sound. Not even the moon managed to penetrate that cover of foliage, light and live protected against in the shadowed regions. When the sun rose, that would all change. The leaves would glow a brilliant green with the golden rays beating upon their upper sides. Pools of that prestine light would trickle through between the minute gaps of green, giving a shimmering, water-like feel to the ground. It was beautiful during the day.....
But now was not the day.
Bowen paused, breath held as if that expultion would strike sacrilige across the silent sanctuary formed by the forest. It seemed too peaceful. During a time of war, such untouched regions seemed inherently wrong, but at the same time he wished to covet that one last bit of serenity left to the king
Kysis Clip: Coming HomeThe thunderous roll of hooves came to slow, melting in to a slow clomp and click. It was a proud horse, and as it neared the city walls, its gait became more of a prance, head held up with a sure confidence. The sandy hued mane seemed wild, a bit tangled. There were burs stuck in the hooves, about its ankles, a few cuts from brush here and there. For the first time in a long while, the horse was actually tired, fatigue showing through every so often as his head dropped for a moment, legs not lifted quite so high. The rider was just as exhausted, but there was no slip with him.
Both had changed since they set off for Kreos. They were back now, Atropos and Kysis, back to stay. After this last time, Kysis did not wish to return again. Atropos had suffered an injury to his flank, but not bad enough to bother the stubborn horse. He had run like the wind anyway, no doubt making for a worse woun
His eyes looked grey, like only those who know sorrow can. There was no sadness on his face though, that porcelain mask of his as cold and emotionless as a dolls. It was only his eyes that showed any expression, his eyes and his fingers as they danced upon the piano. Each keystroke he made was firm and precise, slender fingers their way like they had been born on that world of black and white. He had started learning early, groomed for this musical play for all of his life. He was pale, having stayed inside for practice while the other kids went out to bathe in the sun and laughter. There was no laughter on his ashen lips, their line straight and thin, eternally drawn to not commit to either a smile or a frown. Through the thick black of his suit jacket I could not tell whether he was muscled or emaciated, but his shoulders were not broad. He was like a black hole, with his raven dark
Soggy: Kysis ClipWhat was a worse hell than any social gathering for merchants could ever be? Having to see those merchants in the bath, all those thick and concealing robes cast to the side as they lounge about and talk. Worst of all, the exemplification of anti-social, Kysis Liari, had to go "mingle" with them. The fat, hairy bunch made his stomach churn, but that horror was over with now. Yes, Kysis felt no cleaner after being in the same pool with that scum, but he was soggy, dressed now, and in a rather foul mood. What better a place was there to go but a tavern? Kysis could name none off the top of his water-logged mind.
Damp blonde locks fell neatly about his shoulders, straight and arranged with an almost strange care. Not that he had done it. Kysis just let the wet strands fall as they would, pushing them back every so often. He almost looked presentable to the noble types... but Kysis would rath
Clover: Alia ClipA small smile tugged at her glossed lips, azure optics dancing across the soft green covering the ground. Lithe hands brushed the forms lighly, touching the dew covered greens. Alia tucked a platinum ringlet behind her pallid ear, leaning forward. She was not wearing her usual dress, but had found some old clothing from when Kysis was younger, wearing a boy's knee-length pants, a loose tunic about her thin torso, secured with a belt at her stomach. None would see her in the gated courtyard of the mansion, so she was not self-conscious about it, prancing around as she was.
Alia picked a clover out from the gaps between the cobbles, holding it up to her eyes. One, two, three. Blowing, she sent the little thing flying, giggling the entire time. Her throat did not hurt, the rawness to it gone. That tea she had been given was a great help, breathing eased. Every so often there would be a sharp
Learning Again: Kysis ClipKysis found it hard to remember not to pick at or scratch his stitches. They were an irritant in his skin, an oddity his hand had never felt before. Yes, his torso remembered stitches well, sometimes he felt as if they were still there. But now, they were on his hand. His sword hand. Which, in turn, was attached to his sword arm, meaning that he could not practice as he usually had a habit of doing. It was troublesome, sitting without movement, or even standing in stillness. Kysis wanted to be in action, an ache that only intensified with his current condition.
Slowly and with much care, worn old gloves were pulled up to conceal his hands. They were off thick, soft leather, able to cushion and shield the injury all the same. Usually they were worn for practice, but... Part of Kysis told him to hide the wound. What kind of weapons merchant could not handle his own far
Ashes of an Empire-- intro"There was once a legend, a great tale of the one called 'the Light Bringer'. In times of sorrow and strife, he brought salvation. Some day, another Light Bringer will come, and save us from our own hellish times." The elderly woman smiled, wrinkles showing across her paper-think skin, about her dull eyes. No matter the crescent on her lips, there was still a sadness that seeped through, like that of one who knows they are about to die. The elderly woman did, but could not find the heart to tell the little children gathered about her, as if nothing was wrong. It was just a waiting game now, a praying game. The gods hardly listened any more. Either that or the people were praying to the wrong ones.
"Pahna, do you think the Light Bringer is coming now?"
Silence was the only answer. The elder did not have it in her to outright lie to them. Two-hundred years of suffering, and still