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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 16:21:11 GMT -5
( I just woke up )
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 2, 2017 17:14:14 GMT -5
.NEMO RICHARDS .It was a warm night, at least by mountain standards. Despite the sun being far past the peaks, a warm glow outlined the jagged horizon. To the east, two stars were the first to pierce the twilight.
Trekking up the mountain pass was a man and his horse. The former wore a cloak, his hood was pushed back so he could breathe in the sweet air. The trees in the canyon seemed to cling to the light, their translucent green leaves appearing to give off a subtle glow even in the impending night. The man tugged on his horse’s reins, for not far up the trail, a fortress loomed. Torches adorned the battlements. Good, he was expected. He urged his horse into a trot as he made his approach. As he squinted into the gray, he swore he saw a silhouette shifting atop the turrets.
Ebba ran down the stone steps, fingers trailing along the adjacent wall as she made her way down into the bailey. She was on the welcoming committee, being the youngest at Kaer Morhen. Although she protested the job at first, secretly she didn’t much mind. All she really had to do was glance out the nearest window every few minutes in hopes of spotting a figure down the main trail. That day, as she mended training gear and prepared a bigger-than-usual pot of stew, her gaze rarely left the outside world. The others had more important roles. Or at least, that’s what they all seemed to think.
A horse and rider entered through the gatehouse in a flurry of stomping hoof beats. Before she reached the visitor, he was already down from his black steed, grip tight on the reins. Ebba halted, waiting politely for the man to look her direction. She was forced to wait several seconds as he ran a gloved hand over the horse’s muscular neck. Her attention was not trained on the animal, however, but the man himself. He was tall and dressed almost entirely in black. Inky long hair draped around his neck and shoulders. A silver medallion glinted on his chest; a coiled viper poised to strike. When his cat-like golden eyes shifted in her direction, she felt oddly like a mouse spotted by a falcon.
“You must be Nemo Richards,” Ebba said.
The man gave a short nod in confirmation, then handed her the reins of his horse.
“I trust you can take him to the stables, girl,” he said. His voice was not unkind, and Ebba hummed in consent, despite taking issue with being called “girl”.
“My name is Ebba,” she said. “The others are up in the main hall, preparing for supper. You’re one of the first to arrive, but we’re hoping for more tomorrow. Anyway, if you follow the stairs up, they’ll be hard to miss. There’ll be stew and bread waiting for you there.”
Nemo Richards smirked. He reached back to grab a few things from his saddlebags, then left her in favor of the stairs. “Thank you, my dear,” he called back. That moniker was preferable to “girl”, thought Ebba. Though he probably called everyone darling. He seemed like the type. Cooing softly to the big black horse, she made her way to the stables.
Nemo pushed open a pair of large wooden doors. On the other side, he was greeted first by glowing orange light and the scent of stewed vegetables. Inside was slightly warmer than out, but pleasantly so. He heard voices, and followed the sound in the direction of what appeared to be a small kitchen.
“Ah! Another traveller!” came a jovial greeting. A dark haired man in wolf school gear stepped into view, offering a hand to shake. “Nemo is it? I’m Dyzek. Come in and we’ll get you some supper. I’m sure you’re famished after that windy ride.” He paused, brown eyes smiling with gratitude. “Thank you for coming. There were many who declined.”
Nemo was led toward a blazing fire, over which there hung a covered pot.
“Meet Reigns. Perhaps she can grab you a beer.”
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 17:16:35 GMT -5
[ is beautiful lol ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 17:18:28 GMT -5
[ let me finish this stupid poster thing then I'll respond ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 17:23:00 GMT -5
[ y'know Reigns is gonna be like "get your own damn beer I ain't your maid" lol ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 17:57:14 GMT -5
[ *Reigns turns and stares at Nemo without speaking, raises an eyebrow, and returns back to what she was doing* ]
[ *Nemo swoons, clutching his heart, and declares his undying love* ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 17:59:05 GMT -5
[ btw I am almost done ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 18:15:53 GMT -5
[ ok typing ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 18:33:27 GMT -5
.REIGNS.Reigns wasn’t particularly a fan of people – let alone men – but, unfortunately for her, the career she’d gone into was entirely dominated by men. It wasn’t an unusual thing, though, considering that the Trial of Grasses was nearly impossible for men to pass – let alone women. The warping of the cells from the mutagens was intense, and most didn’t survive – about one in ten men. The amount of women who survived as far, far lower; as far as Reigns knew, she was one of two Witcher females – and they were both at the School of the Wolf. Ebba was far young than Reigns, but she’d made it through the trials, and that made her as good as any other Witcher in Reigns’ eyes. Still, the quiet Kaer Morhen would soon be overrun, so it was possible Reigns would meet another female with the cat-eyes that marked a Witcher. She doubted it, but it was entirely possible. She’d seen a lot of things in her life, so she did her best to not write off things as impossible.
The night had fallen, and snow danced through the sky across Kaer Morhen’s surrounding mountains. The hearth was warm as the fire blazed, and the scent of vegetables boiling in a stew filled the room. Reigns was situated near the fire with Dyzeck, awaiting the arrival of whoever would answer the Wolf’s call. Somehow, Kaer Morhen had been breached, and all of their texts illustrating the creation of the necessary mutagens had been nabbed. Upon hearing of it, Reigns had been enraged. She’d been away at the time, in Novigrad hunting a contract, but she’d promptly returned as soon as she could. She’d arrived but a few nights prior, and had been briefed. Reigns had accepted the mission with little hesitation, since the Witchers had given her a future again. That damned night, nearly ten years ago, had almost shattered her – in body and spirit. She’d wandered the world, lost, for so long, but she’d found a home at Kaer Morhen again, and she’d be damned if she let some upstart mage steal from her.
The sound of footsteps briefly drew Reigns attention from the tome she was reading – something about vampires, a book she’d read many times before – towards the door to the kitchen. She looked back to the book a heartbeat later, entirely ignoring the man who strode into the room. Dyzeck greeted him politely, as he was prone to do, but Reigns did not. She wasn’t polite; best to make that clear now, before the man got any misconceptions. At the mention of her name, Reigns glanced up from the book, turned her amber-gold eyes to the man named Nemo, and studied him for a second. His face, colored blue by a tattoo in the likeness of clawed scars across his cheek, was permanently burned on her brain. She never forgot a face – ever.
“Meet Reigns. Perhaps she can get you a beer.” Although it was Dyzeck speaking, Reigns didn’t look away from Nemo. She raised an eyebrow at the introduction.
“No,” was her response, after which she turned her attention back to the book in her lap. She wasn’t anyone’s maid, after all.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 18:33:43 GMT -5
[ ugh I hate these roleplay profiles [
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 18:40:46 GMT -5
[ they're annoying to set up xD ]
[ typical Reigns ]
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 2, 2017 19:06:33 GMT -5
.NEMO RICHARDS .Nemo took in his surroundings with vague interest. The fort of Kaer Morhen was larger than he expected, although none would call it grand. Certainly it was much too large for the what, six, people who resided within its walls? Of course the wolf school had not always been so small. What remained in the stone belly of Kaer Morhen was only a fraction of what had existed centuries ago. Still, they were better off than his own school. Witches with the viper medallion called no one fort their home. He, like the others of his clan, roamed the continents without a string to lead him home. His home was whatever inn in whatever town in whatever nation offered him coin.
“Meet Reigns,” Dyzek was saying. “Perhaps she can grab you a beer.”
Nemo’s attention shifted to a petite woman in the center of the room. If he absorbed light like a black hole, she radiated it like a supernova. Pale blonde hair, fiery golden eyes, and a decisive stance. She glanced up at him from the book she was reading.
“No,” she responded bluntly.
Dyzek emitted a long sigh, then strode across the stone floor to do the job he had asked of his companion. Nemo planted himself by a wooden table, leaning against the furniture with the ease of a house cat. He looked back at the female witcher. She was a sight to behold, that much he admitted happily. Witchers of the female sex were rarer than sirens in mountain streams and already he had encountered two in one night. Perhaps the school of the wolf had modified the trial of the grasses? He contemplated asking, but refrained for fear of offending the blonde woman. He got the sense she had a temper.
“Here you are, lad,” said Dyzek, who handed Nemo a full mug. The other man was likely older than the others. It was sometimes difficult to tell with witchers, but his armor seemed well worn and there were hints of silver in his beard. “I expect Ebba found you?”
“Yes,” replied Nemo. “She was kind enough to take my horse to the stables.” He sipped the beverage, ignoring the soft grumbling of his stomach. He hadn’t eaten anything but stale bread that day. The trip into the mountains had lasted longer than expected; he’d stopped in a sheep herder’s hut to rid the farm of a young wyvern along the way.
“How long has it been since the heist? Is that book a clue?” asked Nemo. He directed the questions at the woman, Reigns, despite expecting her not to answer. She looked rather engaged in her reading. He could see from the title that it had nothing to do with the mage’s disappearance, rather it claimed to be about vampires. But he was not to gallant to stoop to a bit of torment. It his way of getting people to like him, and he found it worked like a charm.
Just then, a door opened to his left and Ebba entered the room. The young woman smiled in greeting, then crossed over to stand by the stove. Nemo could see now that she was beautiful in her own right. Long brunette hair, bright eyes, and a slim build. But his interests were better piqued by women who had grown into themselves. Like Reigns, for example. Now that was a magnificent creature.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 19:26:26 GMT -5
( lol )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 19:59:59 GMT -5
[ Reigns might try to bite him if he tries to say she's weaker than he is xD ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 2, 2017 21:07:38 GMT -5
.REIGNS.Although her gaze remained scanning the handwritten lines of the book in her lap, much of Reigns’ attention was on the conversation around her. Much of it was simply cataloguing conversations, as Reigns was prone to do; she did her best to ignore them, but it was difficult, considering how loud they were speaking. Should go almost feel Dyzeck staring a hole into Reigns, as if he wanted to say ‘be polite!’ As was only natural, she ignored him. He wasn’t her father after all, no matter the fatherly role he tried to take at Kaer Morhen. As if it were a living, pulsing thing, Reigns knew the instant that Nemo turned his attention onto her. There was a chill that ran down her spine, a brush of ice-cold fingers dancing across Reigns’ skin. The hair on the back of her neck stood, and while her instincts told her to turn and meet Nemo’s stare head on, she continued to ignore him to the greatest extent that she could. The words on the page blurred, but Reigns had the memorized. She’d read the damn thing a hundred times, but usually people left you alone if you were already occupied. Dyzeck certainly did, after a moment of giving her a stern paternal glare. He chatted with Nemo, trying to be to friendly. Reigns nearly huffed in amusement. If the coiled viper that served as Nemo’s medallion was anything to go by, the man was of the School of the Viper, and that meant he was almost as far away from kind as you could get.
Awareness skittered across her skin, and she knew that Nemo had once again turned to her. Couldn’t the guy get the memo?
“How long as it been since the heist? Is that book a clue?” he asked. The last question was clearly meant to get Reigns’ attention, because she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he could see the cover of the book, and by proxy could read the title. Reigns turned again, settling her wolf-like gaze on Nemo.
“Two months,” she said, voice flat, expression stoic and bored. “No.” She returned back to her reading, just as the door swung open with a rush of cold winter air. Ebba entered the room, offering its inhabitants a kind smile before she went to wards the stove to stir the steeping stew. Reigns didn’t respond, yet again; no matter how she tried to hide it, her attention was focused on Nemo. The man took up the space of the room as naturally as breathing, as if his very persona had a life of its own. He was attractive, and if Reigns was a different person, she’d probably let herself get involved with him, but she wasn’t a different person – she was Reigns, as mistrusting as ever. Her eyes missed nothing, and she knew that Nemo was a heart-breaker. As much as Reigns did her best to keep her guard up, it had been cracked a few times over the years.
The woman’s gaze glazed over slightly as memories assaulted her. The ghost of her past rose to haunt her again, and it took her a moment to shove them away and bury them deep once again. She’d never spoken of that day, ten years ago, and she wasn’t about to break that tradition any time soon. Everyone had a past – some were more tragic than others. Her right hand spasmed slightly, clenching tighter around the book in her hands. It was the only outward sign of her distress; she otherwise continued to look somewhat bored and yet engaged with the vampire book.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 0:46:27 GMT -5
[ ok ^^ ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 1:35:03 GMT -5
[ no worries. I'm gonna pass out in a second anyway xD ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 15:18:09 GMT -5
( ok ^^ I have to go to the store so I’ll reply when I get back )
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 3, 2017 15:36:35 GMT -5
.Ebba MARLING .Ebba bent over the stove, examining her culinary venture with narrowed eyes. Despite never being taught how to cook, the young woman had taken on the role of chef at the fort. Dyzek insisted he was too busy for such things, and there was no way that Reigns would agree to play the role of housewife. But Ebba didn’t mind. Tonight’s meal looked a bit mushier than she had intended. The potatoes had broken apart and left the mixture looking more like a mash than a stew. Hot steam rushed up toward her face, and she leaned back to avoid the scalding heat.
“I think it must be ready,” she said to no one in particular. The others were discussing the incident. Well, more accurately, Nemo was asking about it and Reigns was declining to converse.
Ebba looked to Dyzek, who sat at the head of the table. “Yes, two months ago,” he started. “It all happened in the middle of the day. It took us completely off guard of course. The three of us were all outside, training or doing various tasks. We’re the most permanent residents for the time being. There are a few others in the school, but all were at lower elevation doing work. Anyway, I think it was Reigns who noticed a flash in the upstairs window. By the time we had stopped whatever we were doing and run up to the library, half of our stocks were gone. Books, scrolls, and the most important instruments for performing the Trial of Grasses.”
The youngest witcher listened soundlessly as she prepared four bowls. She placed one of them before each of the others before sitting down on Dyzek’s left. Her mentor thanked her with a smiling glance before continuing with his explanation.
“We know it was an elven mage. A portal was opened, which was of course the flash that Reigns saw in the window. What we don’t know is why the items were taken. As you know, the elves would have little interest in a handful of books and scrolls they can do nothing with. The most troubling of all is why they would take an interest in the tools required for the trial. It’s likely that it was an intentional maneuver meant to deliberately sabotage witcher schools.”
Across the table, Nemo nodded as he listened. She could tell he knew most of this story already, likely from the correspondence he and Dyzek had shared a month or so prior. “Is there a way to reopen the portal?” he asked. “Have you called in any sorceresses to help?”
“Yes, one of my old friends was here three weeks ago. She determined that some magic was used to close the portal, magic she was unable to reverse.”
Nemo’s jaw tightened slightly, but his expression remained pleasant. “Alright. Well I hope I can be helpful, although I’m not sure there’s much I can do. Portals aren’t exactly my specialty and I have little experience with elves. But I will look over the scene tomorrow. Perhaps some fresh eyes will be of some use.”
“Thank you,” replied Dyzek. “That’s all we ask.” He looked down at the meal Ebba prepared then grabbed a spoon.
“Now, I’m sure tonight you would like to settle in. I’ve been teaching Ebba gwent, and soon the apprentice will surpass the master. I’m sure she’d like a new partner. If not, I’m sure one of the girls would happily give you a tour.” He gave Reigns a meaningful look.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 15:56:41 GMT -5
( lol is he still trying to get reigns to be a maid )
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