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Post by Verena Reinsberg on Sept 17, 2020 4:06:32 GMT -5
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Power: 5
Durability: 19
Sensory: 8
Stamina: 22
Control: 20
Total: 74
Mana: 70
Regen: five ic | ten ooc
Spells and Perks
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There was a limit to her speed. Verena knew that. She was atop the fastest golem she had access to at this point in time, but it wasn't enough. It was faster than if she was going to run herself, and there wasn't a need to slow down, nor to stop for its sake. So long as it was supplied mana, it would be endless. To that end, she had quite a convenient means of transportation. But it wasn't fast enough. There was too much ground to cover.
A broom would have allowed for more reasonable travel, but it wasn't possible at this time. Though she had one, it had long since broken, and she hadn't had the time to get it repaired. Mostly, because the best place to get it repaired was in Kikka. Under normal conditions, Verena would have been trying to avoid it to begin with. However, these weren't normal conditions. These were far from normal conditions. She wasn't born there, but due to it's close proximity to the royal capital, it was a frequently attended place for the first fifteen years of her life. She had many memories there. Almost none of them were good, and she'd be the first to admit that. But... even still. She couldn't just in good faith abandon it.
Verena knew how reckless this was. She hadn't even once used her magic once for the sake of fighting beyond hunting a doe or something like that here and there. And supposedly, it had been taken over by "demons". She knew very little of them, and what she did know stemmed from fairy tales that she read as a child. The idea that they were real was nothing short of terrifying. But she couldn't leave people to die. She wasn't strong. She knew that. She knew that better than anyone. But there were still people there. People who'd done nothing wrong; or, at the very least, people who didn't deserve this fate.
It wasn't like she left immediately. She didn't leave as soon as she got the word about the situation Kikka was in. She had given this some thought. Going was tantamount to suicide, especially with her limited arsenal of spells and lack of any real combat experience. There was no way she could expect to save everyone alone or even one person. She was no adrenaline junkie, nor was she some super mage. She was the bottom of the barrel. But perhaps that was precisely why she had to go. The reality was she was no one. She wasn't important. Any powerful mage would be able to easily ascertain that Verena didn't offer anything of note.
At least this way, she might offer something of value to someone.
Still, it was a long way to go, and she needed rest. She was on the eastern part of the Commons Realm, meaning it was quite a distance from Point A to Point B. There was no way she was going to get there in a day or two at her current pace. That was fine, anyways. In reality, it would give Verena a chance to actually think about what she was doing before it was too late. And so, she found herself in a small little town near the border of the Common and Noble Realms. The sun hadn't yet set, but it was getting late. The brunette let out a small sigh, releasing her golem as she moved into the town.
Since it was growing dark, she draped herself with her white coat that concealed the entirety of her body. From her bag, she removed a book. Martin Pathwel's "A Study on Golemancy: The Future of Golems". It was an older book of hers, but it was one she read thoroughly. As she waded through the town, she was seeking shelter for the night, and was asking around. Still, with a book concealing part of her face, not many were willing to give her the time of day... or the lack thereof. This was always the unfortunate part of traveling: having to speak to others when she herself found it difficult to do so. Notes: Jorah Von Shurke message me if you need me to make some fixes to this. sorry for the lackluster and lateish opener.
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Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Sept 17, 2020 16:47:58 GMT -5
Jorah Von Shurke was a man of many talents and had just as many different masks that he wore when going through life; a father, a son, an orphanage owner, a sinner, a saint...he was even known as a murderer by his victims, and a ruthless man to exchange with on the battlefield. He was considered a demon by his enemies and he always worked harder than those around him, because he had a goal. He wanted to unify Clover and do away with the church and the Magic Knights. A unified system where the people are not only equal, but one where the people volunteered for military service was what the country needed to become powerful. The caste system that the country used was outdated and flawed...it was the reason he took up being an orphanage owner...now he trains those discarded by society to be ready for uprising at his call.
This evening he was just learning that his son, Alexander...was in Raque at the time it was attacked, he was an attendant to the Bishop that was situated in Raque...he was angry he could not be there in this moment, but he also had two other sons that were missing as well, and a house full of orphaned children to take care of. He did not have the luxury of just leaving at this time. The night was young, but he could tell there was rain on the horizon, the wind was starting to whip around. After putting the children to bed he went back to his study and grabbed a book, the old tale “A symbol of change”. It was a fantasy story about a radically charged and scorned ex soldier that took up arms and started a following that would eventually cause an upheaval within this fantasy nation and start a new rule. This character was named simply, red…
A knock on the door would rouse his interest as it could be a myriad of things coming to him; A posse looking to arrest him, rogues looking for refuge, more orphans...however when he opened the door he looked down at the small woman in front of his door. He set his book down and looked at her as he opened the door fully. ”Hello there little one, how may I help you? Are you in need of shelter? Are you in danger?” He asked with a soft smile.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Sept 18, 2020 8:46:30 GMT -5
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❝We are all broken.❞
[attr="class","verenascroll"] While Verena wasn't tall, she wasn't exactly "little", either. However, the same could not be said for the white-haired man before her. He was easily over a head taller than her, causing her to have to strain her neck a bit just to allow her crimson eyes to meet the older man's own azure gaze. His hair was white like the thick coat she wore; no, perhaps even whiter, but it didn't seem the result of age. Though Verena could tell he was old enough to be her father, he didn't seem older than fifty at a glance.[break][break]
Then again, due to that curse, her body was effectively frozen to appear fifteen years old for as long as she lived. She'd still suffer every effect of growing old, including death. At most, she wouldn't have to worry about wrinkles, but she could never hope to improve her physical nature. She was frozen in this fifteen-year-old body. So, to the older man, it was perhaps not a stretch to think of her as "a little one".[break][break]
The man answered the door with a warmth Verena wasn't expecting, and as a result she was initially caught off guard, tripping over her words. "Erm... uhm... no, no, I'm not in any danger..." she said, realizing why she had even knocked on his door to begin with. "I uhm... would be grateful for shelter though..."[break][break]
In truth, her brief escapade around the town thus far had actually begun to wear on her. Verena was trying to catch her breath, despite not having ever run around. Her physical stamina was nothing short of awful, and she needed a moment to collect herself a bit before she could continue. "F-Forgive me... but... a moment..."[break][break]
After taking a moment to collect herself, she took a deep breath. "Um... yes, I would appreciate it greatly if you happened to have space for me to sleep. I don't need a bed or anything like that, so... if there's any place to rest, I would be quite grateful," she said. She was clearly no commoner, nor peasant based on how she spoke. Yet despite this, she was hoping for treatment that would be akin to peasants at the bare minimum.
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Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Sept 22, 2020 18:52:39 GMT -5
Jorah was not shocked at all when the girl told him there was no trouble behind the reason why she was coming to him, after all the only source of trouble in the area was his own doing, and well he was relatively unknown at the moment...but only because he wanted to be. When she said she would be grateful for shelter he opened the door to his home and offered her the warmth that he owned with the gentle sweep of his hand. Then after she was let in, she took a moment, announcing to him that she needed the brief moment to catch her breath and again Jorah just gave a pleasant nod. ”Please do make yourself at home, we do not get guests often...it seems the citizens of Clover just care about making children instead of keeping them.” He would say before the girl had a moment to speak, but when she did she seemed very...odd. She did not look impoverished, she was not dirty...no on the contrary she was still looking pristine, and no older than fifteen. The orphanage owner nodded as she spoke, saying that she was not needing much, not even a bed and the man laughed.
”If I let you sleep anywhere besides a bed I would be doing you a disservice, please relax. The children I care for are already asleep...I hope, and I have a spare bed I can loan for the night without issue. Now...the important question...are you hungry or thirsty, maybe even both? I made a delicious roast and I have some goodberry juice. The kids love it, so what do you say? It is my treat.” Jorah played the part of nice guy very well, but he could feel the aura of magic on the person...he wondered if he could copy any spells from this person, the best way to do so would be to play the part for now. If worse came to worse, he could just take her grimoire and throw her into the incinerator downstairs.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Sept 24, 2020 20:40:43 GMT -5
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[attr="class","verenascroll"] "Thank you so much, sir," Verena said when the man opened the door, giving her entry into the home. She took a moment to look around. Given the hour, it was dimly lit, enough to get around and allow for visibility, but not enough to cause a disturbance for anyone who might have been sleeping. If she was asked to describe the scene before her in a single word, it would take her a while, but ultimately she would settle on "serene". There was a definite peace to be found in this home.[break][break]
"...That, or they can turn on their child," Verena thought, her crimson eyes falling to the ground.[break][break]
The topic of parents was an uncomfortable topic for her. Perhaps, because her earliest memories were happy ones, it brought her greater torment in the aftermath. If she was just a bit stronger, then maybe she could have done the same as Cyrus with his family. But she wasn't. There was no going back from that reality, and she knew it. Even still... why did everything have to end up that way? She just wanted...[break][break]
"If I let you sleep anywhere besides a bed I would be doing you a disservice, please relax."
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The man's words brought her out of her rut that she had put herself in, snapping her back into reality. Much to her own benefit. Verena was quite relieved by this. "I uhm... thank you," she said. "Your generosity is very much appreciated. Though, I'm fine. I need no food or drink. I took care of-"[break][break]
At the worst possible time for the woman, her body betrayed her; a stomach growling as punishment for her pride. "...I should be fine. I shouldn't stay for too long, anyway... there are people in Kikka who are much worse off than I am," she said, her voice quivering as she clenched her arm. The thought terrified her, going into Kikka as she was.
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MANA REGEN 05 ic // 10 ooc
HEALTH senior
MANA POOL 070 / 070
[attr="class","verenascroll2"] TL;DR damn nobles and dumbo pride smh [break][break]
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Sept 28, 2020 18:54:27 GMT -5
Sensing that the girl was just as hungry as she looked, her body seemed to confirm it as Jorah listened to her counter arguments, albeit they were a little on the soft side and mostly just trying to be a genuine guest...Jorah had no interest in garnering any real support from the girl, her magic was what he was after...if he could wield it, he would. So after her short lived protest he chuckled. ”Come now, it is best not to argue with your elders and if I heard you right, you are heading for Kikka...how dreadful the thought of what happened to that place...if you are going there you will at least need some energy for the trip. I won’t take no for an answer, after all if a host offers the guest accepts unless it is unreasonable or impossible.” Jorah said this in his best “dad” voice as he looked at Verena, it was obvious that the man was of sound mind and his judgement had already been cast.
The kitchen was rather clean for an orphanage, the place looked immaculate and the master of the house was clearly at his element there as he grabbed a knife and turned the stove on before pulling the roast out of a container that sat inside of a cold storage box. Jorah was already reheating the meat as he grabbed a tomato and some honey and added it to the roast for flavor and to tenderize the meat. He would then sit at the counter and motion for her to join him in a relaxed manner. ”So tell me...why Kikka, why does a young girl such as yourself wish to go to a place that is now home to an archdaemon and its goons. Surely there are better places for one to get stronger?” He asked as he did his best to not stare, a glass of water she never saw him get was in his hand and another in front of her as he sipped on it. Again the crystal used for the glass was...out of place for an orphanage.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Oct 5, 2020 22:52:18 GMT -5
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[attr="class","verenaver2scroll"] "T-That wasn't my intention..." Verena said, waving her hands in front of her as if trying to dismiss any blame that Jorah might have been trying to pass on her.[break][break]
Whether he was or wasn't was not the issue to her; the Reinsberg simply wished not to take any chances on upsetting the man who was showing her hospitality. He mused on about Kikka, as well as how important it would be to stock up reliably. It was still quite aways to go, after all. And the man insisted as a host that he actually take care of his guest. If he was going to go that far, Verena couldn't consciously deny his help, but...[break][break]
"...Even still, I can't just accept without making it up to you," she admitted. "...It wouldn't feel right to accept someone's good graces without being willing to work in return."[break][break]
It wasn't that Verena felt she was now indebted to this man. The beauty simply struggled to accept charity, a result of her upbringing. She didn't like handouts. Right and wrong, fair and unfair--these were all things she heavily contemplated on throughout her life thus far. It wasn't something she paid too much mind as a child, but as she grew older, she realized how important those things truly were. And that was exactly why when the man asked the question...[break][break]
"...It's not about growing stronger. I'm quite weak," she admitted. "I know that the Wizard King will send several amazing Magic Knights to this battle."[break][break]
"...That's the issue. An entire squad of Magic Knights, as well as several others including a Vice Captain, went last time, and they lost. The opponents are ... terrifyingly powerful. I don't think they'll have the luxury of trying to save anyone when they eventually confront these daemons. It's not like there's only one. But there are people, innocent people, who are trapped there... it bothers me. I know I can't make a difference. But if I can at least be of some use in saving some people, then... I'll at least have some peace of mind..."[break][break]
Her voice trailed off, as she paid more attention to the crystal appeared in his hand, filled with water. Water magic? No, not quite. He couldn't have formed the crystal if that was the case. It couldn't have been crystal magic, either. What was it? Curiosity was in her nature, and so she couldn't help but ask, "How'd you do that?" glancing at the cup in front of her.
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Oct 12, 2020 17:33:17 GMT -5
The girl made several little advancements towards him, for his hospitality, towards the situation in Kikka, and finally the crystal glasses in which he had their water in for the meal. He simply decided to answer them all in reverse as he was a man of getting the stuff in the present done before the stuff of the past...including restitution. ”The Crystal glasses are made from crystalized mana, a source of which I am afraid to inform you, died out with the man that made them...a true artisan. A mentor of mine, but feel free to examine them if you do not believe me. They are not constructs, nor are they simple little transformations of likewise objects.” He said with a smile as he sat the drinking container down and answered her secondary statement. ”The need to get stronger...and the fact of the matter as to what happened there or what is going to be happening there soon are one and the same. You are talented in your own right, believing in yourself and creating a strong mental image of yourself will make you fairly stronger, but through adversity does the human body become truly strong. Take pride if you are going, no matter the reason, and strive to become better, the people there are there to help you...but always be mindful to watch your own back. AS for repayment, how about you let me take a look at the grimoire you carry, I have a unique talent you see...and I just like to check on people’s progress as they get stronger...I do the same for my children when they come and visit me.” He said as he took another drink from his glass, happily setting it back down as he pulled a piece of the roast off and plated the dinner for the girl.
”Have you heard of the men that are going, Ardere...the Crimson Lion, Zaven...the Shadow of Dawn? Those two are strong, whatever matter there is in Kikka...those two will make sure it ends swiftly...I assure you.” He said with that smile again as he stood there and waited for whatever questions may come.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Oct 13, 2020 13:51:55 GMT -5
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[attr="class","verenaver2scroll"] Verena listened with great care as the man responded to each thing the Reinsberg said. The part of the two glasses was quite interesting. Crystalized mana? Based on what Jorah had described, Verena deduced that these were constructs of pure mana, solidified. The girl raced over possible ways that it could be done, but she couldn't figure it out without some sort of method to ensnare and manipulate mana around a person. Even still, to do something like this would require an abundance of mana that a person could draw on at any point. Perhaps, with enough control, but...[break][break]
Verena almost tunnel visioned on that concept, fascinated by it in its entirety, but quickly snapped out of it when Jorah mentioned that the man had died. There seemed to be a sort of respect for the man in his words, befitting of his status as a student of the person in question. "O-Oh... I'm... I'm sorry for your loss,"[break][break]
This is what Verena wanted to say, but she held her tongue. The man was still speaking, after all, and it seemed as though from his words that he had died some time ago. Enough for the man to have mourned his mentor and moved on. Still, it was obvious from her expression that she wanted to say something of solace, at the bare minimum.[break][break]
The tall, white-haired man then gave his input on what he thought of Verena for even considering traveling to Kikka. He considered her talented, and encouraged her to believe in herself--in doing so, she could become strong. That was a problem. She was already off to an awful start if that's what it took to become strong. But... there was a sense of pride in going, too. She couldn't deny that. Though in the same light, there was also an overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety. But pride was there too, somewhere in between those two feelings. Probably.[break][break]
Verena was curious though. How did he know if she was talented? She was incredibly weak. She might have been in possession of a four-leaf grimoire, but she hadn't shown it off yet. Was it a matter of sensory? No, sensory couldn't let him gauge a person's talent. It must have been sweet talk. Well, she wasn't going to knock someone for complimenting her, hollow as it might have been. Jorah was probably just trying to be nice for that. There was no reason to counter him on that point.[break][break]
Despite that, he was still offering her shelter. Even still... The idea of letting someone touch her grimoire made her a little nervous. Surely, Jorah realized that his good intentions might have come off as a little... suspicious in how he phrased them. Even still, it wasn't as though Verena had picked up on that, as she was grateful to have shelter all the same. [break][break]
"...I apologize if I'm overstepping my bounds by making this request," she began to say, words flowing slowly. "If it's too much to ask, I'll leave as well. I don't want to trouble you, or anyone who might be sleeping. But due to... reasons, if someone was to take my grimoire, I do not have enough faith in myself that I would be able to recover it. That's why I want to ask..."[break][break]
"...would you be willing to train me? Before I leave for Kikka? I confess I've never had to fight in my life. I have no idea how to defend myself. I've hunted wild animals, but that's not what I'll be dealing with in Kikka. So I want to at least improve my chances... so I can at might be at least somewhat useful, and not be dead weight to the likes of those very same names."[break][break]
She had heard of them, of course. But as it was, she'd be having to be babysat. If she could just be useful, in any way, then... "I'd help with housework while I'm here, as well."
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Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Nov 19, 2020 12:57:16 GMT -5
There it was, the rejection he knew was coming, yet he was calm and collected. The general approach to read someone’s Grimoire was...odd, but he was not without his own goals as well. However, when he was not outright told no, and instead offered a somewhat odd proposition...she wanted him to train her. She was looking for someone to help ensure her survival, which was at least amusing to him due to his...extracurricular activities.
”You wish for what...to be made into a machine capable of withstanding the horrors of war? To be trained to withstand mental attacks and traps? Or is it that you are just unable to process how it will play out?” He was blunt, but there was a feigned...practiced concern in his voice. ”I can teach you how to be all of those, but what you need is survival skills...my training would benefit you surely, but the price of this training…” He was lost in thought for a moment until he remembered his own time as a young one looking for a teacher. With a sigh he put down his glass and looked at her. ”Very well, I will let you in on a secret and I will not collect on my payment until after our training. When is it that you leave...you will need at least a month of training to at least be considered a student…” He said finally before looking at her with a serious, yet caring look in his eyes. This man did not have any ill will directed towards her, but there was a peculiar feeling of darkness that hung around him, as if it was a part of the being itself and not something in the area giving off the indicator.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Nov 20, 2020 5:02:58 GMT -5
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[attr="class","verenaver2scroll"] Verena noticed something ... slightly odd about this man, but far be it for her to bring that up to the one she asked to help train her. She knew that he was strong. Her sensory abilities weren't anything to write home about, but they were at least enough to pick up on some levels of mana. It was entirely within the realm of possibilities that Jorah was hiding mana, too; even then, what she could feel was still more than enough to get an idea that he was still very much stronger than her. If he wanted to, he could forcefully retrieve her grimoire. The fact he didn't' was something she was grateful for, but...[break][break]
"You wish for what...to be made into a machine capable of withstanding the horrors of war? To be trained to withstand mental attacks and traps? Or is it that you are just unable to process how it will play out?"[break][break]
These words were... Verena couldn't put her finger on it. But she didn't quite... like them. She didn't want to become a machine. She just wanted to become strong enough to survive, so as to not be a burden. Still, his tone didn't hint towards any maliciousness--there at least seemed to be a degree of concern and worry in them. He at least understood the gravity of the situation and what it meant for people going there. At least, that's how Verena took his words.[break][break]
"...I just want to become strong enough where I won't weigh others down. Where I can help others in Kikka. To defend them. And not be defended instead. I want to be useful...no. I just want to be able to protect myself. To stand on my own."[break][break]
The entire time Verena had been speaking to the man thus far, she hadn't really spoken with any real degree of confidence. There was a bit of uncertainty in her words even as she asked this man for his help, but only her last few words seemed to illustrate her resolve. She was serious about this.[break][break]
"At this point, just a little over a month and a half. Does that still give us enough time?" she said, answering the time frame, but also confirming on if there was enough time for him to safely help her.[break][break]
Verena was worried, however. About what this man was insinuating. Did she really make the best choice by putting all of her faith in someone she didn't even know? She had survived this far off generosity alone, but that didn't mean she was met with compassion at every corner. That sensation the man gave off at the end, as well that look in his eyes. Would this truly be okay? Would she be okay?
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Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Nov 23, 2020 15:00:25 GMT -5
”Standing on her own...that is a pipe dream...this girl as she is now can’t possibly have a hope to survive in a hellscape...much less a small battlefield. However, she does have spirit and even after saying what I have said she did not try to immediately run away...good.” He said to himself, his inner voice was much more blunt and in tune with what he meant. He just gave her a reassuring smile as he listened to her. Then she told him her time frame, and once he included the actual time it would take to travel to the area itself he wanted to yell at her...this was not a fucking game that she could play and call herself a hero...no this was something much more dangerous and did not suit her, but she wanted to still continue to do this.
”Very well then...Tomorrow you will need to wake up...or I guess since it is rather late you should at least go get a few hours rest. I will expect you down here in the kitchen with the others at breakfast...and Training will begin promptly after. No questions, no turning back. I will make sure you can defend yourself, I will ensure you know how to survive with your own ability...everything else is on you. The guest room for those I invite or my family is in the west wing of the house. Next to the library, and there is also a small bathroom attached to the room feel free to use the facility as yours, but never step into my study unless I tell you to or am with you.” He laid out a schedule and very simple rules for her to follow. Even going as far as to give her a bed to call her own for now. Jorah then proceeded to put away various things, cleaning utensils before putting the leftover food away, leaving a plate for Verena to eat from. ”Now if you will excuse me, I think it is time I retire for time waits on not one soul, and training does not either. Shall I see you to your room?” He asked as if she was to grab her plate and drink and follow him, it was not an order...but it was a test. If she did not at least submit at this juncture he would know exactly how training was about to go.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Nov 24, 2020 23:36:10 GMT -5
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Verena was aware that she hadn't given Jorah much time, and it was obvious she was aware of that much. She knew full well how dangerous a game she was playing--it was akin to walking a tight rope high up in the mountains with weights on her ankles and hands. She knew that. But the truth of the matter was her good intentions did have an ulterior motive as well. Nothing sinister, but she knew it wasn't true altruism. However, that aspect of her she would have to keep to herself, as it wasn't something she was proud of. But it was something she knew true as well.[break][break]
"Of course," she said. "I had every intention of starting tomorrow ... I was going to ask if we could, too." There was no point in dawdling, and she knew time was ticking. Every bit counted. She was already playing catch up.[break][break]
Jorah laid out a schedule as well as rules, while also listing where she would be sleeping. Effectively, the more experienced man gave her the entire rundown of what she could expect during this month. She took them all to memory, noting them down as absolutes. When it came down to obeying without questioning, that was more or less her childhood at work. She did as she was told, even if it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. But that wasn't something to worry about for the time being.[break][break]
Verena stared at the plate, then at Jorah. She was... to eat in the room allowed to her? She knew this was a common practice amongst commoners, but she wasn't allowed to do such a thing back home. At most, snacks, but never dinner. But at this point in time, when it was so early, Verena didn't think it wise to say "no". In fact, it might be better if she simply rolled with the punches, even if it bothered her immensely. It wasn't as if her parents were here to remind her right now.
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Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Dec 3, 2020 19:22:45 GMT -5
”Good. Follow me. Jorah would lead her to the room and open it for her, inside was a guest’s bedroom fully furnished and even included a small bookshelf with many books of various languages and sizes. The man was mysterious and even more so, serious, and once he had let her in he just waited a moment and smiled at his guest. ”Sleep well and make sure to conserve your energy as best as you can because the morning will be the toughest one you have had to endure since your birth I am sure.” The man then turned and promptly left the room, walking down the hallway towards his study which was two rooms down from hers. The moment he opened the door it felt as if a wave of mana was released from there...and once he closed the door it disappeared.
Post by Verena Reinsberg on Dec 21, 2020 14:38:30 GMT -5
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Jorah had led the woman into a rather cozy looking room. It was a far cry from the room she had when she still lived in the Noble Realm, of course. But it had everything she could ever want. A bed, a lamp, and books. For the heiress, what more could she possibly ask for, if she was to ask for anything at all?[break][break]
"Sleep well and make sure to conserve your energy as best as you can because the morning will be the toughest one you have had to endure since your birth I am sure."[break][break]
With these words, Jorah departed. Verena wasn't sure what to make of the man. Was he selfless? Or was he posing as such? He did run an orphanage, so he must have had some inherit goodness to him. Even still, Verena knew well enough to know that looks could be decieving. That was effectively the standing motto of the Noble Realm, after all. If there was ever a reason to distrust people, it was because of her experiences growing up there. Of course, she knew her limitations and weaknesses well enough to know that she couldn't survive without having to give some trust to others.[break][break]
Verena didn't know where it was from, but she suddenly felt a slight... release, or discharge of mana from somewhere in the house. While she wasn't exactly an astute sensor, she had just enough to know when something like that was happening. It was strange... it must have been Jorah's doing. The timing of such an instance certainly made it seem possible, though without having been able to see it for herself it was impossible to know, and she didn't like making assumptions on these sort of things. If she did, it'd lead to paranoia, and that wouldn't be good for either of them.[break][break]
For now, she decided to look around the room and set down her bag. The first priority was examining these books--specifically the ones in different languages. It wasn't because she wanted to read them--well, perhaps there was a part of her that did, but she knew it was beyond her. The only language she had ever known was that of Clover's native tongue. There was little reason in teaching her any other language, as she wasn't slated to be a diplomat, nor did she have that desire at any point in her life to begin with. The idea of being around nobility from other lands bothered her immensely given all she had to go off was the nobility here. She had little reason to imagine it being much different.[break][break]
It'd stand to reason that Jorah could read these books if he had them. Then again, she supposed this was the guest room. It might have been to accompany foreigners. A thought registered in her head, however. Why would Jorah house foreigners in a guest room? Perhaps it was for the children... did he shelter children not native to Clover, too? Turning her head a bit, she glossed around the room once more. Even if that was the case, what purpose would there be for giving one child an entire room? Could he make such an expense? This wasn't a room for the orphans; this seemed more likely for ... well, guests, as she was, she supposed.[break][break]
It'd be easier to assume the man was just able to read them and had no purpose for them in his own personal study. Hang-me-downs, she supposed; at least, in a sense. Whatever the case was, it wasn't really enough to guage his character as she couldn't read these books. They seemed interesting enough, at least. Continuing to look over at some other books--specifically, ones she could read, she decided to see what type of content they covered. Fiction? Textbooks? Theory? She skimmed a few, but made sure to put them all back. There was little reason to try to read them all now. She knew to expect hell tomorrow. She knew to expect hell for a month. Of course, that was all she could really prepare for. She had no idea what to expect beyond that.[break][break]
Putting the books up in the same way she had found them, the girl reached into her bag, grabbing something more suitable for sleep as she switched into this, placing her dress, coat, and jumpsuit beside the bed on the floor, neatly folding them as she made herself comfortable. Blanket pulled up to her shoulders, she found it quite warm. The bed was fairly soft, especially compared to some other places she had slept in the past, and the pillow was nice and cool. That sensation was nice... it wouldn't take too long for her to fall asleep. But of course, even then her mind was racing with thoughts. Still, the Reinsberg was used to that. It'd just wear her out eventually, and then she'd fall asleep...[break][break]
"It's your fault. It's all your fault, Verena."[break][break]
Ah. It was this dream again.[break][break]
She herself was shapeless, formless, as she fell into nothingness. Encircling her every step of the way were her family members. Aunts, uncles. Her mother, and of course...[break][break]
"The dream of the Reinsberg is dead because of you."[break][break]
Anger. Animosity. Hatred. Disgust. These feelings took a tangible form as they physically assaulted her.[break][break]
"You stupid, stupid girl! You dare undermine all that I've done? All that I will do? Your existence is unneeded. Unwanted! Why do you mock me? I am your father! You will do as I say!"[break][break]
Pain. It hurt. It hurt so much. She wanted to cry, but she was lacked the form. All she could experience was this pain. It hurt. Why was she in this position? She just wanted to be a good daughter. She wanted to be loved. Acknowledged. But all around her was anger and rejection. Nothing she would ever do would amount to anything. None would excuse her for getting in Renfir's way. She was just to be a stepping stone but to them she had crossed a line just by being born. Was this all that they expected of her? Wanted of her? To simply exist? Yet she had found a way to even mess that up... and before she knew it, everything faded to black.[break][break]
"...that dream again."[break][break]
Verena stared up at the ceiling of the room. It was time to get up. It was time to get ready. Verena quickly got changed into her normal attire, though she didn't tie her hair into twin tails, instead just opting to let it fall. She made sure to put her coat on, however, though she did put her dress back in her bag. Jorah would likely be checking in on her soon.
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"T-That wasn't my intention..." Verena said, waving her hands in front of her as if trying to dismiss any blame that Jorah might have been trying to pass on her.[break][break]
