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The Makings of a Loremaster Within the settlement of Celia'nor the call of a tamed beast echoed throughout the tangled pathways of the village, a familiar signal to the oncoming rising of the sun. A rooster, remaining attentive to it's surroundings as it stood, guarding its brood of hens. Each walked gently upon the grass, beady little eyes focused on any morsel they could gobble up. Though this beast had it's eyes on one particular elf, a peculiar man by the name of Volindil, who sat upon the ground just a few feet away, eagerly scribbling within a journal he held with his left hand. His quill, soaked with ink near the end of the plucked feather, traced upon it's parchment canvas the re-creation of the situation sprawled out in front of it. Volindil's lavender orbs occasionally flicked up from his work, only to stare into the lifeless eyes of the creature ahead of him. "Such strange birds.." He murmured to himself, lips curling into a gentle smile. He slowly set his book to his side, digging his hand around a bag at his side before pulling free a handful of varying seeds and grains. "Here eh... big chicken.. here..." He called out through an anxious tone, carefully extending his hand to deliver this beast his offering. The feather adorned creature slowly craned it's head towards the left, taking a single step closer as it's eyes focused in on what could only be described as a feast! "It's for you, buddy. I'm not gonna hurt you I uh.. promise." Volindil murmured, to which the rooster stepped closer once more. The feathers upon it's face shifted as the creature focused on it's upcoming meal, slouching down as it's head darted forward, beak quickly nabbing a single grain within it's maw, before being swallowed down. Soon, the rest of the grain joined the first, the other chickens hurrying over to join in on the feast. "Ahah... wow.." The pale elf offered, lips curling into a wide smile, he had done it! Another creature added to his repertoire, documented and researched for what felt like days now. Just as quickly as the swarm had come, it had devoured all the poor elf had to offer, but seemed to wish for more. The rooster, alpha of the famished pack approached first, held tilted in confusion as the once grain covered hand now simply offered an empty, foodless palm. "Sorry I uh.. That was all I brought I can... I can grab you more though!" He exclaimed, before glancing about with quickly reddening cheeks, a look of embarrassment washing across his face. "Er.. yeah.." He murmured, glancing back towards the rooster once more. The beast did not take this answer lightly, straightening it's posture as it looked the particularly confused elf head on. It's wings slowly stretched towards it's sides, flapping once, then twice, and a third time! The creature's gizzard fluttered from the sheer force of such a movement! "O-Ow, OW! OW OW! STOP!" Then echoed throughout the likely slumbering streets of Celia'nor, a new reminder for it's denizens of the rising sun, and the new day about to begin. OOC NOTES! Hey Fellas. Long time no see! Decided I'd do a bit of creative writing, mainly to flex the ole brain muscles and get back into the rhythm of rp as the skin for my character is created. Didn't really mean for it to be anything serious so, if anyone reads it all the way through, thanks! Happy to stretch my legs again, excited to interact with you all. Cheers.

Dame Viktoriya -- revered by some, and hated by many more, found herself wandering among an infinite forest. Here, the sun never rose and the starry sky visible through the trees gave that old woman something to stare at ... That wasn't engulfed in darkness, anywho. She'd been walking for some time, now, yet she hadn't tired or become hungry, nor did her feet become callous and her limbs never ached. After so long, she figured she'd finally succumbed to death; perhaps she was dragged to Ebrietas and merely hadn't noticed. In the calm and quiet, her mind too did wander. ♫"It always feels so quiet in the dark It always feels so stark ..."♫ The earliest memory she could recall as a child, scampering along old Helena's streets, gawking at those old peasant fiefs and gossiping about the palace boys. Compared to Orenia now, they were all cavemen -- the cannon hadn't even been thought of yet! She recalled the lectures of her parents, and how long she'd spent hiding from her peers. "At last, Vikky -- we fixed yer' ears. Your hair, too." She hadn't understood when she was young, not until her first husband Phillip Pruvia. She was an elf, and that was something to hate. Being in the army? Married to humans? If anyone had known, surely she would've been burnt at the stake. Viktoriya's first love never knew, but sometimes she feared it with the way he acted; his brief glares and scowls. It would've been more likely that 'Godan' itself descended from the skies and gave her wings than for her to end a conversation with him without welts and bruises. She entered the army soon afterward, and there, she'd meet ... A god-awful amount of future love interests, six too many. ♫"How silence grows under the moon ... And it's always gone so soon."♫ The Fourth Brigade's Captain hired her to refurbish their headquarters in the palace, for a gigantic sum of mina, too -- it'd help her pay for her education. His name was Ser Alaric DeNurem. It was the first true friendship she'd made in however many years. As she worked, she spoke to him and found out what it was like to smile again. What it was like to speak without fear. Neither of them were looking for anything further than friendship and it was something she was thankful for. Her husband was coincidentally his brother-in-law, and Alaric's wife Bernadette, her sister-in-law; she came over frequently to both the Brigade's base and her own home to chat, though her friendliness was cut short. "Viktoriya, you cheating bastard!" The Dame's figure shivered as she recalled the sickening thud of his boot hitting her skull. "Alaric, you're ... Having an affair with her, aren't you?" Philip and Bernadette both figured the pair of them were together despite the lack of romance between the two thus far. As Viktoriya was left in a confused, bloodied heap on the floor of the Fourth Brigade's barracks, Alaric arrived shortly afterward to console her. They fell asleep together beside the fireplace after he mended her wounds, and there, perhaps the sibling's claims had then become a reality, as two dejected soldiers mourned their broken lives and came together to form a new one. Not even a year afterward, once Viktoriya had become divorced, Philip and Bernadette tried to kill her in broad daylight. As she fell from the second floor, evading a sword's edge, she made eye contact with Alaric. ♫"I used to think that I was bold I used to think love was for fun."♫ The General of their army -- Alaric's father, Alren, ordered the execution of Bernadette by firing squad. In the end, it was not she who killed Viktoriya, yet Viktoriya had killed her alongside the other officers. From there, her life had been a downward spiral. Alaric & Viktoriya had been faithfully married for decades in peace, but once they'd become Occultists of the Synod, their love began to splinter. She found him in the caves beneath their home with another woman, he sought the attention of her friends -- he met them in secret and had kissed one. Grief overtook her and she killed him, splicing his soul into one of the Synod's Menhirs upon his death. She never officially remarried, not even a hundred years later. Though, that didn't stop her from courting others in secret. Sir Heath Linnord, Sir Erik & Sergei Othaman, Edward. Time and time again, she'd fall in and out of love, and almost every relationship ended with their blood on her hands. She'd loved Edward dearly, though he'd disappeared; she'd loved Heath dearly, though between his racist outbursts and his hate for elvenkind, it made their relationship ... Strained. Viktoriya became crazed for approval and affection, but too fearful ever to indulge in either. During her long tenure as the Fifth Brigade's Captain, she fell in love, truly, for one last time; an agonizing unrequited love for the same soldier that'd caused her to be captured by demons and tortured for years, who'd thought of her at first as a god and then some dangerous felon -- Sir Velhrun Darkwood. Viktoriya cackled, interrupted her monologuing. "Why in the great hells did I try to court him? Mmh ... Anywho." The Captain protected him with her own life, and in the end, sat beside him as he withered away to old age. She could read everyone she spoke to, besides him. She never understood why he did something, nor his motives. Despite what he'd done, he harbored her in his home while she was banished from the very same Empire he served to entertain her schizophrenic ramblings. Despite what horrific crimes he'd seen her do, he'd never told anyone. Why? As she trudged onward and wracked her brain, old Viktoriya found herself completely befuddled. He really was the only person she couldn't understand, and with his death, now she never would. "Well, besides Ostromir ... Though that's a whole 'nother can of worms. I don't think anyone understood him." She flinched as she recalled her last interaction with him in his old form. She was almost certain that she was one of the few women he never tried to court, be that a compliment or an insult -- yet his last words to her ... "If only we'd met sooner, Viktoriya. Perhaps things would have been different." "Mrmphf. 'nother can o' worms, in-deed. This was a much needed vacation." Dame Viktoriya sat down with a thud and sprawled out on the grass. She'd made her way onto a hill above the trees, staring off at the vast horizon. She'd come so far, and yet there were hundreds -- thousands of miles beyond her. "Good grief. I'm 130, already ..." Tears pricked her eyes as she rolled over onto her back, her gaze lost among the cosmos. As she drifted to sleep for the first time in days, she hummed a lullaby she recalled her father singing to her as a child. Tomorrow was another day, and another dozen hours she'd have to reflect on her woe-begotten existence. ♪♫ "And if the seven hells collapse, Although the day will be my last -- You will be okay. When I'm gone you'll be okay." ♫♪