Kyle (
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september catch-all; open
WHO: "Kyle" and you
WHAT: Monthly catch-all, including errands and quests
WHERE: Castle Thorne, Nott and Horizon
WHEN: Post-Libertas and Thorne farmland attacks
WARNINGS: General talk about war, violence, mention of sex work. The farmlands prompt has mention of handling animal remains. Additional warnings in thread subjects.
OTHER: Will match brackets or prose!
WHAT: Monthly catch-all, including errands and quests
WHERE: Castle Thorne, Nott and Horizon
WHEN: Post-Libertas and Thorne farmland attacks
WARNINGS: General talk about war, violence, mention of sex work. The farmlands prompt has mention of handling animal remains. Additional warnings in thread subjects.
OTHER: Will match brackets or prose!
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[ All three factions had used portals to get to Nocwich. But he also shouldn't be surprised to find out that others can move in a similar way even if it's not through the Gray Space. ]
Do you believe in your bloodline's blessing?
[ Kahlil's had his gaze on the sigil Claude conjured right up until he dismissed it. The gaun'im didn't try to claim any divinity in his world. The church and the nobility were allies of convenience against the Fai'daum. A pause, and he ventures: ]
You mentioned an ancestor of yours that was resurrected...
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I don't know if Crests are blessings overall, for all the trouble they've caused past and present, but I don't have any choice but to believe in what this one grants me. Not titles or anything like that, but there's another benefit that comes with this Crest in particular. This one grants a healing ability but nothing I can call up on my own as it activates when it feels like it. It'd be a lot nicer if it could spare me from stubbing toes, though.
[ Claude also picked up on the implication that portals outside of the ones granted to them, which is something he hadn't considered before. It's true he's been through several courtesy of the Free Cities, and Thorne's wards make much more sense in that context beyond paranoia alone. Curious that it would restrict even those that live there, or those with the ability to traverse where most cannot. ]
As for my relative. There was a civilization who resurrected several of our ancestors, and one... man... in particular in an attempt to tear down Fodlan as it existed. They had tried this centuries ago and failed, and had orchestrated several incidents meant to upend society in the years prior to Fodlan's war. I ended up staring down my ancestor, theoretically, but he couldn't talk or do anything but serve as a weapon.
[ It's not an entirely satisfying explanation, probably opens the door to more questions rather than providing answers. Claude knows this, and communicates as much with a shrug of apology as he takes a sip of tea. ]
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As for the rest... ]
That sounds... horrific. [ He grimaces. To resurrect the dead as mindless weapons, that sounds like the power of demons. He imagines bodies without souls. The Payshmura could create the living bones, but the oracles had a purpose in keeping order... ] But you were able to stop these people?
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[ War leaves so few choices, doesn't it? There are things he regrets and those that he doesn't, and most days it blurs together. But as he's thought to himself before: he would make all of his same choices over and over again should time repeat itself on a loop. Unfailing, each and every time.
To dwell on that is tiring, a exhaustion which runs bone deep and one that doesn't get easier to bear. And won't be, now that they're all carrying the weight of it while Thorne and the Free Cities square off against each other with them and everyone else in the middle. Perhaps it wouldn't be the worst to change gears to something lighter, if only for a moment. ]
You'd mentioned earlier this tea is common in your world. Does it have a name?
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Claude shifts the topic again though, and he tips his head toward the kettle. ]
Daru'sira. [ Even details like these could potentially be dangerous to give away, were someone like Fikiri to arrive and overhear a familiar word - he would know someone else from Basawar was in Abraxas and seek to find out who it was. He doesn't fear meeting Fikiri face to face again, but the other ushiri is clever and treacherous. Kahlil would be better off being the first to know of his arrival instead of the other way around.
There's a part of him that's annoyed at having to consider Fikiri at all, though. ]
I can bring something stronger next time. [ He raises an eyebrow, amused. ] Have you tried alcohol in Horizon? I feel like you shouldn't be able to feel the effects, and yet...
[ It's all in the mind, isn't it? ]
we can wrap here!
And speaking of that: Kyle's next question gets a genuine smile of amusement from him. Something stronger indeed. ]
I haven't, no. What with how everything else is so realistic here, I wouldn't be surprised to find anything stronger is every bit as effective. [ Claude goes to take a sip of his tea and then blinks upon realizing there's none left. Hm. They've talked for quite a while, haven't they? With that he'll set his empty cup back down. ] How about this - if you bring the tea next time, I know something also of the stronger variety that'd pair well with it. Or with the teas I have from home, if you'd rather try something else. Either or.
[ There's another couple seconds where Claude considers something else to himself: the conversation, everything about Thorne and the Free Cities, where to go from here. Too much to figure out all for now, but - it's not lost on him that now there's someone else to consider it all with. That'll do. ]
I should likely return in case someone needs a break from watch while we camp, and I've taken enough of your time. For now. [ This is added with a slight grin as he stands with a nod. ] Until next time, with stronger things in hand for it. And be careful in Thorne, until then.