hemomancy

Dariya thought; she'd begin to wonder- she knew just one.

Would it be right to say something?

The Velen Company
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Seeking Work

Penned 14th of  Harren’s Folley, 1888 | 14th of the Amber Cold, 92 S.A.

The Velen Company is one created to work for others, and of course; seek their work out gladly. Amongst their ranks are scholars and men-at-arms, all who work on their own endeavors. The contracts the company takes on are listed below.

Escorts

Escort Contracts encompass VIP protection, Asset protection, Caravan Guards, Pilgrim protection, and so on. These contracts vary in price and time frames - all to be discussed between Campmaster and the Baron.

Logistics

Logistics Contracts encompass a few fields, mainly along the lines of production of weapons, armor, and supplies. However it is extended to the construction of offensive and defensive buildings and or fortifications. 

Auxiliaries

Auxiliary Contracts is for those who are in need to hire extra swords, peacekeepers, or reservist forces. The company will act within its own bylaws as well as the employers to ensure the utmost effectiveness is in place. These contracts being the most time consuming, it is expected the employer supplies any extra equipment needed and to house the company to some extent.

Search & Destroy

Search & Destroy contracts are strictly to find and destroy any form of beast or any form of monster that plagues one’s land. The Company does not conduct assassinations or killings against fellow members of the faith unless they are a well-known proven heretic or traitor to mankind and faith.

Exploration

Exploration contracts are often organized by the Baron and Company itself, however the company does extend its services via the Order of Scholars to aid in any form of exploration, discovery, or sites that require aid for further researching purposes.

If anyone wishes to employ the men and women of Velen for their own endeavors, either public or personal, please contact the Emissary of the Company, Athri Emilienne Onfroi for such. This may be either through letter or as a physical meet-up.

Signed and penned by Athri Emilienne Onfroi, Emissary of the Velen Company

Confirmed by Leopold Ulrich von Reuss, Baron of Velen, Proprietor of the Velen Company, Protector of the Eisenwald

Name: Athri

Age: Old

Culture: Something

Reason for Enlistment: Something to do

Experience (if any): Political and historical knowledge, as well as knowledge of the voidal arts.

((MC Name)): You know it

((Discord Tag)): See above

The token elf Athri bobbed her head as she read. "Very nice." Muttered she, rolling around a spare cork in her hands.

@_Leyd

Missing Pieces (hearing vacancy, feeling absence, seeing voids), Teagen White

Off the one went on her way; alone. The figure wore dark clothes, leathers and cloth, brown fur draped around her shoulders. Around her belt were small pockets, with small jars inside each. They were filled with various medicines and herbs; those filled with no medicine were only filled with flowers. She was thin and lanky, face pallid and framed by dark hair- nearly black, not yet just a hint of brown. Her eyes were squinted, curious with a glint, and the color of a fine wine.

Around her was only ice and snow, swirling round and round. She knew of course, this would not do. To the west she had to be, and so she began her trek.

She ended in plains; ones that edged the jungle and swamplands, humid and with an air near thick as soup. She looked around for specific items… the carcass of a deer, and the fresh remains of birds- crows, to be specific. She had items in mind, clothing and a mask. A mask made of the skull of the deer, and a cloak made with the cool tones of the crows feather.

Those items were scarce, yet she hunted for such anyways; scavenging, truly, for it was what she was most skilled with. She passed ponds, berries, flowers and other plants alike. How it would have been beautiful, if the rotting carcass of a deer hadn’t been set in front of her. Flies surrounded it, most flesh picked away from overtime from the critters and other creatures around. Perfect. She found it odd, the horns did not branch out like another; rather they curled. She could see why such a creature would die; how it could not protect itself, deformed and set to die from the start.

She picked up the skull by the horn, inspecting it. Disgusting. Yet it was her prize.

Continuing with the skull within her arms; luckily gloved, for she hated the touch of anything that was not clean. “Hush.” She murmured, as nobody was near her. As she went along, she searched more, more for her next findings.

And now she found it; one crow, then two, which increased into the teens. A murder, in both senses. The girl wondered how all had passed; was there a poison in the air? Or perhaps, simply water tainted by the descendants. She went on to collect the crows, gathering them together. All gathered in front of a stone, just for her to sit down upon said stone and get to work. One-by-one each feather was plucked, plucked from each bird unto a pile that slowly grew. She knew not how long she had sat, minutes, hours had passed.

She made no noise besides the snapping noise each pluck made, before ceasing. She saw her eyes glazing over, and she paid no mind.

Eventually, she felt herself return- upon her lap were a cloak of these feathers, glossy akin to an oil spill. She knew not how she made such… another, it must have been. Perhaps, perhaps not all were terrible. The girl shifted, placing the cloak round her shoulders as she'd finished.

Now next was the skull, where in some places a thin layer of rotting, jerky-like flesh clung to the ivory bone. She retrieved a dagger, scraping off the remains. And she began carving into the skull, making it so it may fit her head… It took many hours yet again, night passed and day broke. She missed the stars in the sky, head craned down whilst etching away. Of course she may need help in the future; perhaps her uncle, or aunt, who may aid her in finalizing this; rounding it, adding straps.

But this girl was satisfied, and began her way home. She’d grab berries along her way, snacking on them; she could at least tell the differences between those healthy and those poisonous, even grabbing some poisonous ones and placing them into pouches.

At a keep she arrived with her prizes, the cloak and near complete mask.

At last, all were proud.

One girl rolled her eyes; a daughter of Owyn. "I think I'll choose to stay mad." Esther grumbled, a hand resting on her cheek.

The younger, other Esther de Ravensburg idly nodded.

Sat in the snowy northern lands, girl with many aunts mumbled; unintelligible. "Aunty needs to give eam a place to make mea things... like ve books say." The young one lamented to herself and a companion, a rat, whilst cooking herbs upon an open flame - bits of scrap paper being tossed in every so often to act as her kindling.

Just now, Optimus420 said:

Ser Owyn de Ravensburg while in the Sedan Tavern read through the missive, a jovial expression upon his face before speaking aloud to his comrades and kin, his voice bellowed so all those nearby could hear, "The time of union is near! A toast is in order! For we drink to this budding friendship between our realms, but to to the long awaited union between our Crown-Prince and the Princess of Balian! AVE SEDAN AVE BALIAN!"

Esther de Ravensburg sighed as her father shouted, a slight glare in her eye for such loud noises. Nonetheless, she loudly shouted back; "AVE SEDAN! AVE BALIAN!" - Just to return to her studies right after.

A child, one far too young to be reading such things as this; she must've grabbed such from a lone pole. "What will they do? They am going to be mad. Ea will watch.. vy will too, Lettie." She spoke to her little pet, stroking the white-furred rat that sat on her shoulder. Dariya went on her merry way, the missive crumped within both her hands to be used as a piece of kindling for her own use later.

She remembered nothing; nothing at all. Her head hurt. She felt as if she weren't completely there. The snow that flurried around her was almost painful. White flashes of light in her eyes, while the chilled wind felt nearly deafening. She tucked down, crouching into a small ball among the snow-packed ground. Her arms were covering her head; tears dripped down her face. Blood covered her small hands. On the ground in front of her was but a small thing. A rat- cold and unmoving.

"Sergei?"

"Sergei ea need vy."

"Sergei please."

This girl cried out. She knew naught of what happened. Her dear pet on the ground, blood around him. It soaked into the snow, leaving behind a crimson puddle. He’d been crushed. He’d been ripped apart. He'd met a cruel fate. Yet how was that? Her memories were fuzzy; like she'd been watching from elsewhere.

"Mamej?"

She called put, and met only with the ice.

"Papej?"

She called out, and met with only wind.

"Ami?"

She called out, and met with only silence.

“Aunty?”

She called out, and met with only the snow.

…

'I'm szam."

"I'm very szam."

She began speaking to no one, her body still huddled into nothing but a ball. Flecks of snow began to cover her back and head, yet she took no notice.

"But niet vy."

"Ea will niet be szam to vy."

“Ea can niet be szam to vy.”

Her words were quiet. Whispered only so she herself could hear. Yet that was all she needed. The others laughed at her. The others cried with her. They felt everything she both did and did not feel.

…

She fell silent. Her tears ceased. She stood, some of those flecks of snow fell from her person. She trudged over to the body of her pet, her scarf being removed while she walked. Crouching down, she wrapped the poor creature in the red cloth, holding him to her chest.

“Ea will miss vy, Sergei.”

The girl began to head home; she did not yet know which she would go to, but that her legs moved with no thought as she walked amongst the frost.

A girl with wine-red eyes began to slowly fall more and more quiet; the young thing was confused, and her only solace were the old and worn tomes she often kept with her, eyes glossing over page after page in the vain attempt to ignore all else. She questioned, and she thought:

Where had her family gone?

"Or-dak" Mumbled one little girl, eyes passing over the missive she could actually read. "Ea vill try this..."

GrowingIvy

GrowingIvy#4162

18

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The Rabbit stood, a look on her face. A look of thought, one might think. A former Monarch and leader herself, the Onfroi mused; "I wish I could go back to the way things were when I was young... how I loved those days." Were the words she spoke. "Now, perhaps it is time I finally get to having that tea we had spoken of." And off she went, to write a letter.

The young Valentina Bojo at once began to harass her father about attending, hoping nothing else would arise! "Pa! I wanna make them a cake! Or cookies! Or pie!" The girl squeaked, naming all the goods she could think of.

“Oft like a colosseum, people are built brick by brick.

Oft like a colosseum, those bricks may crumble.

One simple brick will cause the fall.

One simple brick may not be of importance, but compared to man, it is everything.

Like crows looming over the plagued, the brick awaits it’s pull.

And tumble-down they go, no hurdles stopping their descent.

The other bricks are deprived of support, bumbling along with no guidance.

Jostled and cracked; they break.”

The rough cacophonous scratching of a metal to paper was heard from unknown chambers, words freshly written in the color of deep crimson. Upon drying was the ink of a simple brown color, that of which reeked of rust. Low-lying was the writer; a woman of both secrecy yet renown.

These oracular words left much to be deciphered, for their mistress shall prowl- waiting for the whispers of the curious and keen. The murmurs of those who question with no answers. The answers seeked are jailed; locked away in the prison of one’s mind.

Chills wrack the white blanketed domain, that same rough scratching accompanying it.

For there a Princess of Winter plagued herself with work.

A sister, a Princess of Winter, grinned wildly with a sharp smile. Off she went, gathering all the paper and quills she could, yet; no ink.

Auriane du Lauzon recalls being stopped and asked about the man... alas, she knew nothing.

MC Name:

         neobambino

Character's Name:

         Athri Onfroi

Character's Age:

         90

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Corcitura

Teacher's MC Name:

         TojoTime

Teacher's RP Name:

         Arun Dharas Ebonheart

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         N/A

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes