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Regwens’ Choice
I wake as dawn breaks and the light faintly colors the window. The fire has died to a few embers and Falvicars’ side of the bed has already grown cold. I know he has slipped away to the shore to tend the altar and is seeking guidance from our Lord Ronan. It’s been a long few nights and I feel that I haven’t slept well. With so much at stake and so many life altering decisions, it’s hard to sleep.
I’ve known what Falvicars’ choice would be from the moment that the options were spoken. It’s the only logical choice I could see him making, knowing my husband. Oh, he offered to stay, if only I asked, but that’s not who he is and I wouldn’t dream of changing him now. Falvicar was born for this battle and has had visions of this battle. Ronan will be his guide on the journey he must make.
Yet my choice has not been so straight forward…. I’m a Drake, sworn to defend those west of the spine. I’m a Voln Master whose duty it is to release the undead. I’m a member of House of the Rising Phoenix and stand against unlife and evil. I’m a follower of Ronan who feels the call to fight evil…. I’m a new wife who loves her husband dearly and wishes to fight by his side.
At first I thought to join those fighting in the Shadow Realm. I have a strong will, my faith is strong and I would be effective there. But, after some soul searching and speaking with others and Falvicar, I will of more use defending our home against what comes. Most importantly, I keep the home fires burning and give support to those facing Althedeus and the aftermath.
My reasoning: first, some may scoff at my traditional outlook but, I will NOT have my husband worrying about me when he needs all his focus on Althedeus. He might not mean to, but as chivalrous as he is, he would keep an eye on me in the battle, were I there. I won’t place myself in a position to be used as a tool or distraction. Falvicar could easily lead the group beyond the veil and I support that for the greater good. Second, if he is changed on return, my love might be what tips the scales to bring him whole again. If I were also changed would either of us have the same chance for recovering who we were?
I will battle on the home front and keep the home fires burning so there IS a reason to fight and return. We carry each other in our hearts. Our love gives life meaning, our faith brings us strength, our calling brings us purpose, and together we are a united front even if we fight on different fields of battle.
It is one fight after all.
-Regwen
A silver glow surrounds Regwen briefly.
Lheren says, "The Lord of Night has heard you, it seems."
Falvicar's point of view:
He wakes up earlier than normal and turns to face Regwen who is sound asleep. He knows too well that she isn't sleeping as good as she normally does, and doesn't have the heart to wake her up while she is asleep in Lord Ronan's realm. He kisses her gently upon the forehead and rises up to change into his attire and quietly walks out the door of the house before closing and locking it with a quiet click (not CLICK nor CLUNK). As he makes his way towards the Shrine of Dreams, a lot of thoughts begin to gather about his head. The time is going by fast, The Time is soon... his offer to her. Oh yes.. his offer to her. He knew what she would say. He knew too that even if she told him to fight elsewhere that he would have snuck off to fight in the veil. Who was he kidding? But in truth, he was relieved to hear her blessing for him to go fight at the veil. It was simply the most logical choice. Ronan would want him to fight there, and the vision he daydreamed months ago would suggest it as well. He closes his eyes for a brief moment as he approaches The Shore of Dreams and remembers..
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‘A dozen, a hundred, a thousand stars glow into existance, some twinkling, some fading, as a sea of shadows floods in around you. A dark-eyed man bathed in a glow of silvery light emerges from the pool of blackness, a bright silver sword in his hands. He swings, he parries, he dodges, as the shadows rush in like liquid glass. Wave after wave, ripple after ripple, the shadows come. The silver man stands his ground, grips his sword, and nods, welcoming the tide. The vision then ended.
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[The Shrine of Dreams]
Stars surround you, twinkling brightly as far as the eye can see. Or so it seems, until you look more closely, and realize that the walls and ceiling of this room are made of rocks pieced together in such a way that bits of light flicker through the crevices, giving the illusion of being beneath a starlit sky. Pinpoints of light reflect off of the polished black marble floor, adding to the sensation that you have entered the heavens themselves. You also see a silver-veined black marble altar with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out
He opens his eyes and go past the waterfall and into the arch and evaluates the altar. Seeing the lumps of wax upon it, he removes them and tucks them away in his cape to dispose of and kneels down upon the altar. As he grabs another silvery black sword-shaped candle from cape and lights it, he closes his eyes and begins to pray:
The sword-shaped candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.
The fire crackles and flames jump. Burning embers ride upward in the shimmering air above the blaze.
The sword-shaped candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.
You think to yourself, "As the possible final day of my existance draws near, I pray to thee my Lord Ronan that should something happen to me or anybody else that their loved ones will understand and be proud of them and nae be clouded with dark thoughts of negativity while they grieve. Should we be triumphant they should still continue to live their lives, and keep the the those memories in their thoughts and dreams. I nae can speak for others but I would want my wife to be happy and live a life of happiness. While I nae want her to forget me, I nae want her depressed all the time and I pray to thee that should something happen to anybody's loved one that thee would give them a peaceful and pleasent dream to help aid their minds and thoughts. I know too well by now that Regwen knows I am out of bed and here. I have many thoughts going on in my mind but I trust thee will be watching and aiding in any way ye can while we fight the Shadows in a three way war towards a hopeful victory."
You think to yourself, "And I believe, too, that other Arkati would be watching too and aiding their devout followers so we can see the False God fall and no longer be a threat to us all. He is nothing compared to thee or any of them from what it would appear as he is afraid of our love, and afraid of our devout faith, and tries to do simple tricks such as making my candles explode. Even if I had ran out, a candle is but a tool and a symbol of my faith and exploding them nae does anything but annoy me since I know I'll have to buy more candles sooner than later. If Chaeye is still alive then I pray she is doing well and fighting gloriously for thee. All this I pray to thee my Lord. Amen."
He opens his eyes up and bows before the altar and then gazes into the fire. Regwen will be awake soon he thinks to himself.
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- Kobold in Disguise Falvicar
You swing a silver-edged black veil iron katana at Sevynne!
* Sevynne drops dead at your feet!
* Sevynne just bit the dust!
He wakes up earlier than normal and turns to face Regwen who is sound asleep. He knows too well that she isn't sleeping as good as she normally does, and doesn't have the heart to wake her up while she is asleep in Lord Ronan's realm. He kisses her gently upon the forehead and rises up to change into his attire and quietly walks out the door of the house before closing and locking it with a quiet click (not CLICK nor CLUNK). As he makes his way towards the Shrine of Dreams, a lot of thoughts begin to gather about his head. The time is going by fast, The Time is soon... his offer to her. Oh yes.. his offer to her. He knew what she would say. He knew too that even if she told him to fight elsewhere that he would have snuck off to fight in the veil. Who was he kidding? But in truth, he was relieved to hear her blessing for him to go fight at the veil. It was simply the most logical choice. Ronan would want him to fight there, and the vision he daydreamed months ago would suggest it as well. He closes his eyes for a brief moment as he approaches The Shore of Dreams and remembers..
___________________________________
‘A dozen, a hundred, a thousand stars glow into existance, some twinkling, some fading, as a sea of shadows floods in around you. A dark-eyed man bathed in a glow of silvery light emerges from the pool of blackness, a bright silver sword in his hands. He swings, he parries, he dodges, as the shadows rush in like liquid glass. Wave after wave, ripple after ripple, the shadows come. The silver man stands his ground, grips his sword, and nods, welcoming the tide. The vision then ended.
___________________________________
[The Shrine of Dreams]
Stars surround you, twinkling brightly as far as the eye can see. Or so it seems, until you look more closely, and realize that the walls and ceiling of this room are made of rocks pieced together in such a way that bits of light flicker through the crevices, giving the illusion of being beneath a starlit sky. Pinpoints of light reflect off of the polished black marble floor, adding to the sensation that you have entered the heavens themselves. You also see a silver-veined black marble altar with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out
He opens his eyes and go past the waterfall and into the arch and evaluates the altar. Seeing the lumps of wax upon it, he removes them and tucks them away in his cape to dispose of and kneels down upon the altar. As he grabs another silvery black sword-shaped candle from cape and lights it, he closes his eyes and begins to pray:
The sword-shaped candle burns warmly, lending a soft light to the surroundings.
The fire crackles and flames jump. Burning embers ride upward in the shimmering air above the blaze.
The sword-shaped candle flickers softly, casting a warm light throughout the area.
You think to yourself, "As the possible final day of my existance draws near, I pray to thee my Lord Ronan that should something happen to me or anybody else that their loved ones will understand and be proud of them and nae be clouded with dark thoughts of negativity while they grieve. Should we be triumphant they should still continue to live their lives, and keep the the those memories in their thoughts and dreams. I nae can speak for others but I would want my wife to be happy and live a life of happiness. While I nae want her to forget me, I nae want her depressed all the time and I pray to thee that should something happen to anybody's loved one that thee would give them a peaceful and pleasent dream to help aid their minds and thoughts. I know too well by now that Regwen knows I am out of bed and here. I have many thoughts going on in my mind but I trust thee will be watching and aiding in any way ye can while we fight the Shadows in a three way war towards a hopeful victory."
You think to yourself, "And I believe, too, that other Arkati would be watching too and aiding their devout followers so we can see the False God fall and no longer be a threat to us all. He is nothing compared to thee or any of them from what it would appear as he is afraid of our love, and afraid of our devout faith, and tries to do simple tricks such as making my candles explode. Even if I had ran out, a candle is but a tool and a symbol of my faith and exploding them nae does anything but annoy me since I know I'll have to buy more candles sooner than later. If Chaeye is still alive then I pray she is doing well and fighting gloriously for thee. All this I pray to thee my Lord. Amen."
He opens his eyes up and bows before the altar and then gazes into the fire. Regwen will be awake soon he thinks to himself.
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- Kobold in Disguise Falvicar
You swing a silver-edged black veil iron katana at Sevynne!
* Sevynne drops dead at your feet!
* Sevynne just bit the dust!
<As the possible final day of my existance draws near, I pray to thee my Lord Ronan that should something happen to me or anybody else that their loved ones will understand and be proud of them and nae be clouded with dark thoughts of negativity while they grieve>
OOC: Regwen isn't even considering that Falvicar might not return. She's sure Lord Ronan will watch over him. She's more concerned with changes that might happen to him that can't be reversed. She'd be devastated for quite a while if something causes his permanent demise. But after time, since she is normally a happy sort, she'll pull herself together, lose herself in her music, and write a ballad to sing his praises and those of the fallen.
<even if she told him to fight elsewhere that he would have snuck off to fight in the veil>
IC: <gazes up><shakes her head><smile Regwen> He goes where Ronan directs.
OOC: And she'd have known you were there too.
-Regwen
A silver glow surrounds Regwen briefly.
Lheren says, "The Lord of Night has heard you, it seems."
OOC: Regwen isn't even considering that Falvicar might not return. She's sure Lord Ronan will watch over him. She's more concerned with changes that might happen to him that can't be reversed. She'd be devastated for quite a while if something causes his permanent demise. But after time, since she is normally a happy sort, she'll pull herself together, lose herself in her music, and write a ballad to sing his praises and those of the fallen.
<even if she told him to fight elsewhere that he would have snuck off to fight in the veil>
IC: <gazes up><shakes her head><smile Regwen> He goes where Ronan directs.
OOC: And she'd have known you were there too.
-Regwen
A silver glow surrounds Regwen briefly.
Lheren says, "The Lord of Night has heard you, it seems."
