( closed; quest ) the long and winding road

[sorser]

WHO: Stephen, Thancred, & Yennefer
WHAT: Three individuals go on a quest to help perpetuate better magical monitoring of the Singularity!
WHERE: ALL OVER THORNE
WHEN: End of March into mid-April.
WARNINGS: Some eventual monster-related violence and injury! But nothing else for now; will add as needed.



(( quest info here ))

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[sorser]

[His voice is strained as he tries to speak mid-mounting, but manages to even out once he's properly settled onto his horse. At least he's getting used to the motion at this point -- somewhat.]

I guess you could call it a familiar. Back on Earth, sorcerers can be chosen by certain ancient relics. This is the one that picked me.

[During a particularly tense moment, in which he had to fight somewhat stumblingly for his life. But he'll not diverge down that conversational path just to keep things simple.

He also realizes that, given they are summoned with no possessions from home, this also requires a bit of explanation.]

And yes, it swoops, and pretty quickly, too. Though it's obviously not the original. Back at the castle, when I was newly-arrived, Ronan dreamt it up for me.

[He assumes that they've both met the young man. Yennefer, simply because she no doubt is familiar with many of the faces at Thorne castle, given her influence in those halls. Thancred, because he assumes his gunblade indeed had to come from somewhere.]

[funbreaker]

It just decides it fancies you?

[ Thancred could find a sharp comment to include with that assumption, but he has to admit that he'd taken to Stephen quite quickly himself. This cloak must have seen something of interest in him, to choose him in such a way. Or so he assumes, as familiars likely function under their own whims. It doesn't explain where the coat came from, as "ancient relic" is rather vague, but it's quite possible Stephen doesn't know himself.

Yennefer asks the next question he'd had, which is how Stephen could have such a thing here, and the explanation comes quickly. Yes, that makes sense. Ronan's promises had turned out to be entirely genuine, and thus far there hasn't been a downside. Thancred's still concerned that agreeing to that deal might end up coming back to bite him at some point, but he's heard of no such thing happening to any other Summoned.

He nods, glancing over his shoulder to look at the gunblade on his back. ]

His ability to dream things up is quite impressive. I've seen that sort of magick only rarely myself.

[ Creation magicks. It was something only the Ancients could do, an ability lost when the sundering happened. ]

WRAPPED!

[vixening]

[ the strained edge to stephen's voice does not go unnoticed, though yennefer is at the very least nice enough not to snicker - feeling as though perhaps he's recieved enough barbs at his horse-back riding capabilities for today, and instead she shoots him a look at the mention of being chosen by ancient relics. ]

That sounds absurd. [ she says simply, before turning her horse and starting off in the direction back to the city. they have a couple days ride left until they make it, and she's more inclined towards the bed than anything else.

it's the mention of ronan lynch that has her tensing slightly, thinking back on the castle. on the way the summoned's magic had gone off. it's not the first time she's had a moment of tension on this trip, and truthfully she feels a bit like her care to keep it from being seen is slipping, but she pushes through it all the same. ]

He's incredibly powerful. [ she says with a nod, thinking back on their conversations of his dreams, how he'd procured geralt's pendant for her what feels like lifetimes before now. the shadows which threaten to come back with him, each time. yennefer's hands tighten ever so slightly around the reins of her horse as she resettles. sits up. ] And an ass, more often than not. Now- can we go?

[ which, really, before any of them can give a real answer - she's going to turn and lead her horse off at a bit faster pace. they're backtracking, at this point, and the horse has had plenty of rest to be able to push at least least for an hour or so before they lose the light. ]