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[!] A painting done from the boat Vesta currently traveled on. Southern winds blowing across a ruined city once again inhabited. Vesta has been tired for too long. She can’t remember the last time she slept well enough through the night, not including the nights where her body collapsed from exhaustion rather than sleep. Getting on her armor kept proving to be a struggle, and only half of it was her metallic arm. She’s made peace with what’s to come, knowing full well others haven’t. The battle rages around her, the clashing storm of steel and blood and gore surrounding her. At the center, It’s peaceful. That’s a first for her. Battles weren’t always like this. She’s seen enough to understand that fact. Her bow had served her well while the battle raged. As had her rapier. She would continue to fight knowing it bought time for the others to continue to retreat. She pressed forward, still wanting to keep that peace that currently surrounded her. She would fight for all those she loved. She fought to not live as she had before. Perhaps in this next life she would be able to be happy. Her arrows keep flying even when her fingers hurt to draw back the string. The Morri kept surrounding her. Would this be her last stand? She had forgotten what it was like to actually suffocate. She had been surrounded when the others were calling for a retreat. She thought she heard the others but by the time she had turned to start her retreat, they were already on her. Some of the legionnaires stab through the weak points of her armor, and quickly overwhelm her, burying her under a mound of spiders scampering towards the others. The last few things she saw were the familiar armors get away. At least it wouldn’t have been for nothing she thought. The darkness used to be a comfort, now it was just a reminder. She didn’t expect to make it to the others. Covered in the dried mud, blood, and other viscera she crawled her way to the sounds of others in the cave system. She could feel the infection coursing through her body with each step. They took her to see medics and to get her wounds treated, but the damage was already done. While wallowing in the pain and waiting for the medicine to do what it could, her mind was released of the strict control she had on it. There were things she did manage to say but felt she would never be able to express her gratitude correctly. There were other things she said that she knew she regretted saying but she would also regret if she never said it. The sea air helped her now that she could walk around on her own. She stood at the dock looking out to the sea, her pack in one hand as the other rested on her rapier. She was finally getting to leave, starting her new journey of penance and discovery, and be just Vesta. With a final wave to those who had gathered to see her off, she stepped onto the boat. She still looked tired, but for the first time in a long while, she let a rare smile out towards the horizon. “Where to miss?” “Anywhere, so long as I see another sunrise.”
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Dr. Aestenia Aevaris had spent her years away from Surgeon General reflecting on what brought her to her current position. She was safe for the most part. She doesn’t leave the manor often as she used to nor does she have a reason to. Her husband of over sixty years still came home even as she fretted each day he put on his armor to defend their new home. Her eldest, the twins who were now full adults, were out experiencing the world without their over-worrying haelun looking over them. The younger two had kept to the manor and the surrounding wilderness, which helped her some, but she knew eventually they will want to learn more, just as she had. But for now, they were safe. There was something eating at her, and it started when they had left the Silver State. Left is a loose term, they fled before they would inevitably face the same punishment that all who spoke out against the Diarchy. When she was younger, she had just returned to the Silver State when the republic had just been founded but the shadows of the diarchy still loomed over them. The Sillumir were still feared for being the nameless, faceless blade wielded by the government. But that changed as the Republic caught its stride. Aestenia still longs for the glory days of the Republic, when all else was simpler. Granted there was the looming threat of Inferni and the Pact of the Titan* was still in effect, but there was a sort of peace within the city. She was just the bar keep, married to a Sillumir, with two small oem’iian of her own and two wards under their care. Their dream had always been to achieve the coveted title of a Talonni, and by the end of the Republic they were close, even attended a meeting that put them in the running for it, but then the world they had known went up in flames (quite literally as their home on the mountain was swallowed in lava). Even as the Republic wound down as they had resettled on Almaris, there was still a comfort that was held. There was no reason to see outside of the white walls that guarded the city, just on the rare occasion to visit dear friends, much like how now, there is no reason to leave her home. Upon the Diarchy’s rise to power yet again, Aestenia knew it was time to flee her home. She had never been the one to keep quiet about things she thinks is wrong, despite the trouble it caused her and her family. But when it came down to it, she turned to her husband and they packed away the manor they had so longed for, and moved to Haense, where she had friends that could help. There Aevaris’ fell into a normal step with the other citizens, keeping their head down out of fear of being hunted. But then they rose, Surgeon General before her stepping down and Lieutenant for him. They got their new manor out away from the city, but the fear was still there, especially when it became clear something was brewing. The first waves started to hit when the extradition clause was added to the treaty between Haense and the Silver State. Her youngest had been born in Karosgrad and she was not about to let him get taken back there, so he was hidden for the first ten years of his life. Even then, out of the four oem’iian she had, she made sure to have him never say where he was born. It was one thing to be an ‘aheral living outside of the city, but to be an ‘aheral born outside of the city was something else altogether. Even as things had calmed down, an uneasy peace settled across the city, she still couldn’t help but fall back into the practice of looking over her shoulder. She had to watch one of her own kind be tortured as she was asked, well ordered would be better suited here, to keep him alive. She left as the soldier said he was going to cut his ears off. All at once she was that young trusting bar keep when the White Rose had terrorized Mali all over the realm. She would not stand to watch such barbarity. It was then she had realized what had happened. Over the course of living amongst the vallah she thought she cared for, that care was starting to run dry. Most of her friends that she had moved to Haense to be with and to help her family with the transition were now dead or getting close to dying. Really it was just the oem’iian she came to see as her own that were left, but she wasn’t ready to start dealing with their deaths. Especially after the first one. “I think it’s time we rest dear, we’ve done enough for this century. Maybe in a century we’ll be back around.” She sighs from their shared office. Ellisar had once again been working on some design as she looked up from her desk, the ever present un-tipable ink well he had gifted her while they were courting was almost empty from putting almost everything to paper. “I’d like that. We’ve been wanting to become farmers anyways.” She smiled. For once they wouldn’t be in harm's way. No inferni, mages, or lizard people to fight with. No trolls or soup demons coming through to destroy everything. No bars to tend or patrols to go on. They were finally just Aestenia and Ellisar, retired to Siollin for the time being. But don’t worry, should anything happen, they will raise their weapons and medical tools to lend a hand. [!] There would be a few letters below, only for those that the letter is meant for OOC: I’ve had Aestenia for over a year now and now speaking with Johnny (who’s had Ellisar for nearly the same time), we’ve come to the realization that they’ve hit their peak for now. Don’t worry, Aestenia and Ellisar will still be around, they’re both just shelved for the time being as we focus on other things.
