UnBaed 8957 Popular Post Share Posted December 27, 2021 Spoiler Moliana Tuvyic, Baroness of Woldzmir [Original artist unknown] Please do not metagame the contents of this post, unless information is acquired through genuine RP. The floor was cold as Moliana collided into it, her head throbbing. The resounding smack of her mentor’s staff onto her head had echoed about the dimly lit hall, followed by the harsh tap of its butt end onto the stones. It took her a moment to realize that he was going off on one of his tangents: “. . . keeping you as an asset. To fulfill her desires, because she cannot do it alone. That’s why you mortals disgust me, climbing over one-another just because you can’t stand to be the same as everyone else; because you’re all drunk with your desire to claim power over the rest.” Her hand slid to rub at the forming bump on her head, the ringing in her ears had finally begun to subside. The silvery eyes of Moliana hardened as they rose to the figure over her. The faint torchlight reflected off of the crimson mask depicting a grotesque snarl of an ogre, which obscured her mentor’s emerald visage. Yet his eyes maintained that golden glow, bearing a harsh and scornful look. He had always lectured her about the disgusting and selfish nature of mortals, and how some would snuff out any ounce of humanity within them to achieve power. The Price of Immortality was a warning Moliana had come to know very well, yet she clung [desperately so] at the hope that one’s humanity is not forever lost while the power transforms them into something monstrous and bloodthirsty. Yet what Moliana hadn’t come to realize was the hunger mortals possess for power other than immortality. . . — Moliana flung the door open as she stormed into the family apartment within the Augustine, it nearly slammed into the wall as her mother Charlotte entered in after her, albeit with a more cool demeanor. With a gentle click, she closed the door behind her and turned her head toward her daughter that brooded before the hearth of the Adrian residence of the palace. “I cannot believe the nerve of that woman, how Lady Mary would blatantly disrespect you- and that wig-wearing Carrington would chastise me for not striking Joseph like everyone else in the court does!” Moliana was practically seething, beginning to make curt gestures with her hands to accompany her words of irritation. She turned to face Charlotte, who wore a weary look as she stepped further into the foyer. After adjusting her skirts, Charlotte’s silken-gloved hand lifted to fidget and undo the pins that kept her fascinator in place upon her hair. “I suppose you’ve now had more of a taste with how the court here is, dear,” her mother replied. “Given that you’re always off on your adventures with Booker, or holed up in Woldzmir. . . But do not fret for long, Molia- Much of these issues shall subside once your step-father ascends to the throne.” A quiet scoff came from Moliana, who tightly crossed her arms over her chest. What good was loyalty if it only looked for a crown on your head? She gritted her teeth as her silvery eyes bore into the low flames of the hearth. Then, suddenly, she whipped around and paced to her mother. Molia’s hand grasped the woman’s hand to press a pouch into her palm, her mother’s hat being discarded to the nearby sofa. “Take this,” she ushered. Charlotte paused and gave her daughter a questioning look, before lowering her gaze to what Molia had given her. “It is called Flash Powder, keep it with you at all times. I shall hope you will never have the need to use this, but-. . . I do not trust the intentions of those around you, mother.” A frown had etched itself onto Charlotte’s lips, unsure whether to heed her daughter’s warning or to try and quell her paranoia. Either way, Moliana continued in providing the instructions of using the alchemical powder. . . — Spoiler It had been a good number of years since Molia had reunited with her family within the Empire now, and every year she had begun to realize why her mentor always sought to belittle the integrity of mortals when he lectured her. Despite being arrogant and harsh, he wasn’t entirely blinded by his ego and pride. She stood now at the ramparts of Woldzmir, in the year of 1852, ruminating over the events that had transpired in these recent years. How scorned she had felt; betrayed, and meant to be left with nothing for her family despite her strained efforts of loyalty. Glimpses of this harsh truth warned to her through the lessons of her mentor flickered across her thoughts. The hushed suggestion of smothering a bastard infant to avoid the ridicule of gossip; A boy beaten and threatened with his life to speak of no secrets he had the misfortune of uncovering; A man’s love drowned away in pursuit of power in sorcery; a woman’s plot to acquire power through murder, and the silence of all those met with the damning truth. Moliana could have welcomed this bitterness found within her, brought on by the patterns she had come to know in humanity. She could have clutched it close to herself; forgo her sacred creeds and accept the ascension that had once been destined for her. . . Closing her eyes, her thoughts returned to her mentor. Her brother. How he had lost his home, left with no place to belong; wandering ceaselessly. The golden city swept away in those sands, the peak of the tower looming over her in the dunes. . . Was she now meant to live as this, to mourn over her past and be reduced to a faint memory of the world? “I have spent far too much time around great wizards and elves to ever crave a normal life for myself.” "Perhaps there is still time for me to act, where I can keep them in my life as well as Booker. . . Where I can remain as me." "You are wrong. . . You regard me as a sheep still, yet I am no longer such one. I remain immune, and I am above those you shepherd." No. There was a way to protect all she had built toward in her life, all of it. She would not pay the Price of Immortality, nor shall she disregard her sacred creeds; she would save her family and her home from those that would steal it. — The racing of her heart had begun to quell by this point, Moliana was still shaken from the display that unfurled itself before her. She was still reeling from that final farewell, clutching that starsteel necklace close to herself. Stepping through the brush of ferns and scattered branches that snapped from the trees from the blast, her silvery eyes set upon her home again. Now out of reach and hidden in a quiet corner of the world. Sanctuary. The Baroness of Woldzmir finally felt the tension dispel within her. Spoiler 30 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maclunkey 453 Share Posted December 27, 2021 Fyodor eyed the flaming crater in Dobrov, scratching his head with a grimace. "She really did it..." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Security_ 1075 Share Posted December 27, 2021 An ancient fiend cackles from the gloomy woods of Dobrov, clapping, amused at the sight of ruin. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 6993 Share Posted December 27, 2021 The leader of the Miners' Plot cheers. The Dobrov Motherlode is blasted wide open. 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MRCHENN 3663 Share Posted December 27, 2021 George Galbraith would likely roll in his grave, his back severly injured in his youth after aiding the creation of Woldzmir, brick by brick. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
doreebear 601 Share Posted December 27, 2021 Ysidora would be seen conversing with her dear friend Marion. A look of shock lingered upon her visage after hearing such news. The Vasoyevi and her dramatic self, threw her hands upward as she spoke.”This is why I scolded you at that duma, stuff like this will HAPPEN!” She shook her hands.”but noooo, no one ever listens to sweet Ysidora, because I am too much of a pacifist!” she huffed in frustration. Spoiler @oliviaaaahr 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjikhei 696 Share Posted December 27, 2021 An Illatian stamps his boot to the dirt in wrath, staring bewildered at the crater left behind- and nods slowly thereafter, muttering a scant comfort to himself. “We’ll have to adapt.” 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
oliviaaaahr 138 Share Posted December 27, 2021 She lazily pans aside to her fallen compatriot and barely stifles the snort that escapes her. "The reason this happened, my sweet- my Ysidora," she began to chide, piercing eyes returning to her own reflection which shone in the aforementioned dame's mirror, "...is because of pacifists like you. Mrm. A lovely characteristic- but it's one that shall get you nowhere, in this world." With a clatter, Marion rummaged about for her cigar box- and hissed through grit teeth, ".. something- something must be done." Spoiler @doreebear 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xx_BloodStalk_xX 2123 Share Posted December 27, 2021 Within the plains of that forest, glittering clouds circled around one's boots, clearing away once they had helped him settle onto the ground. His figure grew, plate of a prismarine hue clambering over his body - his verdant gaze hidden behind that dark visor. As he settled onto one of the nearby roofs, he'd watch the fresh flames light a beacon up into the sky, embers rushing past his crimson shawl. Three more figures were visible behind him, but.. only to him. "Did it! Did it, she did!"The second figure stood silent, his expression unseen behind his mask."By the Gods.." They'd mutter under their breath, almost to themselves. "What has she done? This be.."The figure ignored the words of his counterparts, his mirages, or perhaps himself. "Why do you all look in shock?" He'd express his words to them, turning upon a metal heel with his arms gestured towards that deep crater. "The Moth did the right thing! Did she not?!" "Thy know this not be the way." That cross-legged figure affirmed his statement with a slam of his staff. "Doth this not borderline that of heresy? What if some poor soul was inside?""Then the decision was hers, and hers to make. Just like him, all that time ago. That is it."".. Yes, it was."However, amidst the pair's argument, another pair of eyes watched from the distance. A light smile grew upon their tanned features."It's about that time. I think I'll try to find you now." 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Herod 802 Share Posted December 31, 2021 Through the muddy marches of Northern Haense trudged the young Joseph Alexander, his face ever grim and bleak. ”There’s happiness Joey, no matter how cruel this world is.” The words of his mentor rang in his head as the march grew harder for the nimble teen, the words of Moliana grew louder as the pain in his feet dissipated. ”I saw myself in you, Joseph. That is why.” A small tear fell from his eye as he continued onwards, the sharp weather of the North wheezing through the woods. ”It’ll be alright, I promise.” He stopped, the young teen sat onto a rock as those words came back again and again. It wasn’t alright, his family estranged, his friends alienated and most importantly, the mentor whom had always looked after him was gone. Within moments of realization the boy began to break down and wail. There he sat for hours, waiting for Moliana to offer him a hand in this cruel life once again. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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