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isleofavalon2021-02-15 06:05 pm
standvastig) wrote in isleofavalon2021-02-15 06:05 pm
February catch-all
🧙 WHO: Hendrik and OPEN
⚔️️ WHAT: Arrival, settling in, quests
đź•’ WHEN: February
🗺️ WHERE: Dependent on prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A
Arrival
[Hendrik awakens to his body hitting the water, and a rush of terrible deja vu almost overwhelms him. The struggle of tearing at his cloak and armor, his pride and protection turned into terrible anchors dragging him into the depths. The fear of his last moments being spent in suffocating blackness.
He still doesn't know how he made it to the shore on that day when the world tree fell. His armor was long gone, lost to the abyss, and his king lay on the surf, unconscious.
He has no armor this time, only struggling now against the clothes on his back. And when he breaks the surface, he is greeted by light -- not the darkness that permeated over the land and blotted out the sun in the sky.
It's enough to make him shiver in bewilderment even before he starts towards an unfamiliar shore. He barely pays attention to a platypunk upon the back of an ice turtle, squinting at it when he notices the duo following him to the edge of the water.]
The Red Spring - training grounds (during or after arrival trip)
[At a certain level, Hendrik is not worried by the revelation that the magic from his world does not work in this new one. It's strange, yes, but his magic has been more of a supportive force to his main skills.
That doesn't mean he shouldn't try to understand that which is supposed to "replace" his lost magic. Meditation isn't something he has had to do in the name of learning spells before, but the dedication is a familiar enough concept.
When he isn't trying his hand at learning of his magic, he takes to sword training at the edge of the grounds, not wanting to disturb those there to practice magic. His intimidating stature is something he is quite aware of, after all. And something he will apologize for, if he happens to scare a passerby with swinging his large greatsword.]
Taking in the City
[A rather lavish free room, a free selection of food in the morning... Though he knows the setup to be temporary, Hendrik finds himself impressed. The kingdom must be prosperous to be able to to afford such an arrangement to cater to those newly arrived.
And their familiars.
As he eats the apple that is part of his breakfast, Hendrik glances at the platypunk sitting next to him on the bench. Apparently familiars could talk? That should not be a surprise in itself, given he's known some monsters to talk in Erdrea, but the platypunk has yet to say a word to him.
But it does seem to be convinced it's his familiar, as the end of its prehensile tail is wrapped around his forearm.]
...Shall we go for a walk?
[He tentatively inquires of the familiar. The platypunk makes a quack-like noise and hops up, holding its own breakfast apple as it follows after Hendrik.]
Quest: A Tall Order
[...Why did he decide this was a good idea?
As he holds up the chair on which one of many elves perches like an overly proud king, Hendrik can hear the other elves squabbling among themselves. He turns a faintly exasperated look at one of the other ... volunteers to the situation.]
I take it you thought this was a good idea as well.
Wildcard
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⚔️️ WHAT: Arrival, settling in, quests
đź•’ WHEN: February
🗺️ WHERE: Dependent on prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A
Arrival
[Hendrik awakens to his body hitting the water, and a rush of terrible deja vu almost overwhelms him. The struggle of tearing at his cloak and armor, his pride and protection turned into terrible anchors dragging him into the depths. The fear of his last moments being spent in suffocating blackness.
He still doesn't know how he made it to the shore on that day when the world tree fell. His armor was long gone, lost to the abyss, and his king lay on the surf, unconscious.
He has no armor this time, only struggling now against the clothes on his back. And when he breaks the surface, he is greeted by light -- not the darkness that permeated over the land and blotted out the sun in the sky.
It's enough to make him shiver in bewilderment even before he starts towards an unfamiliar shore. He barely pays attention to a platypunk upon the back of an ice turtle, squinting at it when he notices the duo following him to the edge of the water.]
The Red Spring - training grounds (during or after arrival trip)
[At a certain level, Hendrik is not worried by the revelation that the magic from his world does not work in this new one. It's strange, yes, but his magic has been more of a supportive force to his main skills.
That doesn't mean he shouldn't try to understand that which is supposed to "replace" his lost magic. Meditation isn't something he has had to do in the name of learning spells before, but the dedication is a familiar enough concept.
When he isn't trying his hand at learning of his magic, he takes to sword training at the edge of the grounds, not wanting to disturb those there to practice magic. His intimidating stature is something he is quite aware of, after all. And something he will apologize for, if he happens to scare a passerby with swinging his large greatsword.]
Taking in the City
[A rather lavish free room, a free selection of food in the morning... Though he knows the setup to be temporary, Hendrik finds himself impressed. The kingdom must be prosperous to be able to to afford such an arrangement to cater to those newly arrived.
And their familiars.
As he eats the apple that is part of his breakfast, Hendrik glances at the platypunk sitting next to him on the bench. Apparently familiars could talk? That should not be a surprise in itself, given he's known some monsters to talk in Erdrea, but the platypunk has yet to say a word to him.
But it does seem to be convinced it's his familiar, as the end of its prehensile tail is wrapped around his forearm.]
...Shall we go for a walk?
[He tentatively inquires of the familiar. The platypunk makes a quack-like noise and hops up, holding its own breakfast apple as it follows after Hendrik.]
Quest: A Tall Order
[...Why did he decide this was a good idea?
As he holds up the chair on which one of many elves perches like an overly proud king, Hendrik can hear the other elves squabbling among themselves. He turns a faintly exasperated look at one of the other ... volunteers to the situation.]
I take it you thought this was a good idea as well.
Wildcard
[Got an idea? Hit me up!]
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How meditation figured into learning about magic is its own brand of oddness. It's somehow similar and yet not to how he remembers learning about magic in his youth. He mostly remembers his magic manifesting through need, in moments where he emotion took over.
His thoughts are perhaps wandering too much for this to be effective meditation. That he hears a familiar voice piercing his thoughts is a clear sign.
...Wait. A familiar voice?
Green eyes fly open, and he twists perhaps a little too quickly to not be regrettable in some way to look over his shoulder.]
Princess?
[It's a small blessing he doesn't try to scrabble to his feet from his cross-legged position; he'd just trip over himself in the process. But he at least manages to sit up on his knees.]
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I’d know those square shoulders anywhere. You’re alright?
[He’s in one piece, at least, and that’s certainly good.]
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Princess, it eases my heart profusely to see you well.
[He's ... well, should he say how he's doing?]
Truth be told, I remain confused by this place. But the-- ah, change of pace has been a positive.
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[Her tone is sympathetic, and she lets her hand fall away from his shoulder now that he's made it to his feet, letting it come to rest by her side for the time being while she props the other against her hip.]
I'm still piecing things together, myself, but there are many who have been quite helpful. I'm glad to see you in one piece, as well.
[She can't help but smile affectionately— their reunion all those months ago, by her count, had been fraught, not what she would have wanted for either of them, but things have certainly changed since then. It's been some time now since they established they were on the same side, at least according to her memory.]
It's not just us here, either, you know.
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I have found the people here quite helpful as well. Their willingness to transport so many newcomers is ... impressive, to say the least.
[Picking up on any other topics falls to the wayside at her last comment, and he squares his jaw as he carefully replies.]
You are referring to ... him?
[It's still a sore subject.]
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[She exhales slowly, nodding. It seems she doesn't have to break the news, after all.]
You've seen one another, then.
[That must have been one hell of an encounter.]
I'm not sure how to approach him again, or if I should at all.
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[It's difficult to not devolve into a clipped tone, but he tries valiantly to remain respectful. The princess is does not deserve it, after all; his ire is entirely aimed at his former compatriot and his ability to lie so easily.]
I do not know the size of this island, but more encounters seem inevitable. In-person will undoubtedly be ... unpleasant.
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I encountered him there, as well.
[She frowns a bit, her brow creasing slightly. It hadn't been the most pleasant exchange, naturally— as a matter of fact, she had left it unresolved after a certain point, unwilling to dignify one of his jabs with another response.]
The city alone is large, but yes, it would be foolish to think we might avoid him. I'm not certain that would be the best course of action, anyway, even if civility may be a challenge for all involved.
[Somehow, she doesn't think there are any two people Jasper would have liked to encounter less than the two of them, at this juncture.]
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[He leaves it at that. He really shouldn't gripe at the princess, given she saw the culmination of Jasper's betrayal as well.]
Should he try anything untoward, he will need to be dealt with.
[But he hasn't yet. Which is probably a good thing for everyone.]
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[She sighs heavily, folding her arms in front of her. Yes, 'escalated' is one way to put it, and she knows that giving Jasper cause to allow certain beliefs to fester would not be in any of their best interests.]
I wonder if he would? He would have nothing to gain from it here. Motivation does play a part.
[Still, maybe that's too optimistic.]
We should be careful, no matter what.