[open] SOMNUS & YOU, catch-all feb

[luciing]

🧙 WHO: Somnus and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Open quests, TDM prompts, etc.
🕒 WHEN: around feb
🗺️ WHERE: errwhere
⚠️ WARNINGS: none

Cupid's Arrow Beta Testing

[ What is the purpose of such quests? An enchantment to cause another to fall is reckless, dangerous, even. But that doesn't mean he won't be watching as the arrows are distributed. Eventually, and with a solemn mien not fit for any feelings of affection (enchanted or otherwise), he decides to take up the quest with explicit intention to not fulfil it. Taking a potentially enchanted arrow from the quest-giver means one less another might use against someone.

Now he stands and walks with an arrow in hand down one of the cobblestone streets, his eyes keen on its sharp, spell-doused tip.

Enter you, at an ill-advised moment or angle-- perhaps a carriage is rushing down the street, too, or a man wheelbarrowing a stack of hay shouts for you to move out of the way and into Somnus' path. Somnus deftly side-steps the encounter, nimbly twirling the shaft of the arrow between his fingers to prevent it from harming you-- only to be pricked by it himself....

When the commotion ends, Somnus stands still. His free hand rises up, slowly, to press his palm to the slight-left of his upper chest. It's a tender motion, self-steadying as if something suddenly weighs upon him, but delicate as if he’s holding something fragile within. He looks at you, ashen and solemn. For once, emotion flickers across his normally stony expression.

This. This is a great, incomprehensible, and terrible pain. ]

Training Grounds:

[ Ever since his arrival, he's been cut off from the birthright-magic of of his Line. As such, he has neither pocket-dimension armory nor Armiger. Unable to house it within the metaphysical space of crystalline, divine magic. and Somnus has still yet to find a proper sheath for his blade. Which means... he might as well exercise his new, kinetic magic with it.

Find him wielding his sword remotely through kinesis, practicing various forms as if if a specter were swinging it only meters from where he stands. Occasionally, he'll attempt to kinetically lift another weapon into his practice. ]

Sync or Swim

A: [ He trusts those insofar who are interested at exploring the potential and boundaries of their magic, and so if you are a like-minded professional and should you have agreed to accompany him, he enters the ritual tent with you. On his part, it appears he's neither flighty nor awkward, but grim and serious as usual. He's fought many battles with men he's known for less than a month before-- and when presented with a common goal (whether that of defeating daemons or this), he knows that success can be possible just with that.

He also has known for some time that one is never strongest when alone.

With the paint applied, they are ready to commence the dance. Somnus holds up his hand to you, his pale, calloused palm facing outward and awaiting yours to join it, prepared for the first touch and the initiating circle. The dim lighting of the tent casts shadows, accenting the severity of his expression, yet the amber glow of the candles seems to simultaneously soften the normally sharp blue of his gaze. His voice, strong and deep, announces, ] Let us begin.

[ (Note that if new CR, assume names have been exchanged!) ]

B: [ Whether success or failure, Somnus can be found after any attempts at the ritual by the prismatic bonfire afterward, looking upon the fire with a complex expression. The flames flicker, dancing in his eyes. Perhaps they even cast a nostalgic light. ]

Save a Beast, Kill a Man

[ He looks upon the quest board app with some amount of interest for the last one. (Thankfully, he's read up on what selkies are.) To anyone who also happens to be randomly standing nearby also reading the latest update on their quests: ] Are such unions lawful in this realm?

[ Not only does it seem to be a marriage between a fae-creature and man, it's obviously one of forced marriage where the requester is openly asking for murder. Is that also not frowned upon? ]

Wildcard

[ Wildcard any of the above prompts here, DM me Jade294#6977 or PP me at drinksteapots! I'm okay with repeating multiple prompts. ]

Comments

[colchismagecraft]

[As he finally looked away to focus on the fire, Caster picked up on that harshness- that frown darkening his features. She found herself reaching out, wanting to rest a hand on his cheek before stopping herself, hand curling back to rest near his.

So he was a King...? There was a hint of nostalgia in her expression as she mulled over that. After all, she was called a Princess, once upon a time.]

A King, hm? That would explain your cloak...

[luciing]

[ He feels her move beside him, only catching the trail-end of it as her hand rests besides his instead. Still, he faces forward, unable to bring himself to look at her, lest she smile again.

Everything about this place bleeds with magic, and the fire is no different. Despite the cold around them, and his cloak given to her instead, the colors and light make the atmosphere... pleasant. Bumps from the cold may have appeared upon what parts of his forearm remain exposed, but he makes no move to adjust himself from his spot. ]

It matters not. We must look towards the future.

[colchismagecraft]

...to save our worlds.

[Those little bumps on his arm were becoming more obvious. Should she have given his cloak back, by now? Or- with a little shuffle, she moved closer.

There was certainly something odd about the atmosphere of this place, but for the most part, Caster blamed any strange emotions on the ritual they'd just come from.

All she could say for certain, though, was that she really didn't want to be alone right now.]

[luciing]

[ He feels cloth upon his upper arm and shoulder. Realizing that it's her moved next to him, her presence lending her warmth, his head lowers.

What company is this, for him to be welcomed to it. Very few would move closer to him, in his time; perhaps it's the same for her, after others have regarded her as a 'witch'. ]

...You fight for your Star?

[colchismagecraft]

[She had to think about that question for a moment, gaze softening a little despite herself as she stared at the flames. It seemed... uncharacteristically soothing, considering she usually used fire to unleash her vengeance.

Was she fighting to save her world, really?

...

No. She wasn't that selfless.]

...For my own happiness.

[luciing]

[ His head tilts towards her, his gaze deep as he looks upon her. ]

Are you close to finding it?

[colchismagecraft]

Yes and no...we have a war to win, first.

[Or to prolong, but there was only so long she could do that. And Caster was all too painfully aware that her happiness could be snatched away at any moment.

...but perhaps it already had been? And that thought sent a shiver through her, a hint of grief creeping into her expression.]