In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Post by Willow Omens on Jan 22, 2021 20:56:20 GMT -5
Since the events of the daemon incursion and her various dungeon endeavors, Willow had been through a lot. She was naturally a skittish girl who often dealt with many troubled times whenever the moon changed, something to do with the tides and her water magic some thought. Oh how wrong they were, those with strong senses of ki informed her she felt 'broken', or that she was 'in need of sorting out'. It was true...
During extreme duress she was under the feeling these moments of being 'different people' were more than just that. From accounts of a pre-shatter Willow being different from her, glimpses of a figure in her dreams, and voices of some force within her giving her advice like a pair of shoulder angels, she was convinced there was something in her that she needed to sort out.
After the former captain of the Silver Eagles passed she took her leave of the order and returned to New Haven, seeking out the comfort of her family and to do some calming down. It was like that for a couple of months and there were some moments that were dangerous for others more so than her, a red moon that just caused her to have an adverse reaction to whatever was in her.
Today however, she was out and about in the noble region, in Raque of all places. There was a part of her that called her to this place, that beckoned her to the commerce of luxury being bought and enjoyed. She was Willow, but she wasn't 'Willow'. It was a confusing time for the pink-haired girl who aimlessly wandered through the town with a look of admiration on her face and confusion in her eyes.
In her mind she had feelings of familiarity with here, from a time she could not recall, something about 'The Winds of Fortune', a phrase she took up to saying since one dungeon run with Cyrus.
Post by Alyssa Lilygate❃ on Feb 27, 2021 19:07:17 GMT -5
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[break] Alyssa had been helping with the rebuild of the town, it hadn't been easy and she had been mourning with the others within it. This was the place she had been raised her entire life, to see if be affected in such a horrible way broke her heart, she didn't care the how or the why. The fact it happened and she wasn't there protect it or her family bothered her to no end. Her squad's headquarters had been blown up, her vice-captain had been killed and her predecessor seemed to have upped and vanished in shame from what she could tell. That hadn't made this situation any better as she had been asked to take on the captains position for her squad. That had caught her off guard as she hadn't once shown any drive to take on one of those positions, still, it was what it was and nothing would change it. [break][break] She had read the reports in great detail and knew everything that had happened, Lydia had told her first hand when she got back as her friend had been there. She was thankful in all honesty to know her hometown was in good hands when it came to dealing with such a threat. She was heading back to the Blue Roses headquarters when she recognised a young pink-haired woman from the reports and stopped a smile on her lips. "You look confused Miss Willow is there something I could help you with?" she asked noticing the confusion in the other's eyes. It was clear to see that the other was more than a little out of their depth, she walked towards her in the hopes that she would be able to help but she was unsure at this current time.
Post by Willow Omens on Mar 28, 2021 22:39:10 GMT -5
In her mind, there was a blur of activity rushing about. As if a multitude of feet danced about the floor of her mind. As she had come to the proper point of maturation, Willow had a few revelations given to her thanks to a meeting with the daemonic forces here in Raque in the past.
A multitude of people had told her about who she was 'prior to the shatter' and that she was someone she could not possibly be, that was, until she came to meet that version of herself inside of a dreamscape, a vivid series of meetings with the former Willow Omens, conversations she couldn't full recall, and the truth of everything coming to her. She wasn't curse, she was just shattered, as a result of fragments of souls clinging on to a single vessel.
It was like some sort of impure reincarnation for the timeline, for those that could get a new chance, those that couldn't get a proper chance, or those that wanted to sit to the side and give someone else a chance at the reigns. That was how she, the new Willow, came to be. It was such a stark revelation that it caused an awakening of her grimoire, the pages had torn themselves out and unfurled in the air, turning to a fine misty fog, before returning into the covers of the book.
Today, she was trying to sort through the first stepping stones of memory fragments from a time forgotten of another person.
Speaking of other people, a voice brought her out of her little trance-like state, someone asking if she needed help.
Willow's knee-jerk reaction was to jump backwards, one foot off of the ground, bent at the knee with her arms cast over her body in a defensive scaredy-cat formation, her grimoire floating in front of her like a shield rather than a catalyst to cast cataclysmic cantrips.
"AH! O-oh, I'm sorry, I was...I wanted to talk to some of the people here, about rejoining the magic knights, and, if anyone remembers someone. I'm trying to -- I am trying to organize a lot of things." She said this all in her native tongue, which she needed a moment to realize it. A deep breath through her nose and out of her mouth, she tried once again.
"Hello, I am looking to have a sit down. I have been having the contemplation of rejoining the magic knights. There is someone I am being on the lookout for in name alone. I am having the wonder if I may be coming inside and having a proper speech?"
Post by Alyssa Lilygate❃ on Apr 12, 2021 17:20:58 GMT -5
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[break] Alyssa looked to the young woman in front of her confused for a moment, she had heard a few things about those who had helped defend Raque. She had combed through each and every report to see what could have been different and if there was anyone at fault. Of course, things could have been different and been improved upon if there had been time to formulate a plan but if they stopped to do that then she feared her hometown would have suffered the same fate as Kikka. No. They had done what they could given the circumstances. She couldn't fault any of their actions for the most part either though there were some questionable actions from lower magic knights, but, she could put that down to being so green. They all had to start somewhere and a daemon invasion wasn't exactly learning how to paddle before swimming. [break][break] She had been glad that Lydia had been around, she knew her friend blamed herself for what happened and it would take a long time for that guilt to fade. She knew this first hand as she too had that same guilt, after all, she wasn't there to help defend her town, she kept thinking if she had been she could have helped and even saved her mothers from perishing as they tried to get others to safety. Those were thoughts and feelings for private however, right now she was looking at a young woman that said that she was wanting to join the magic knights again. "What do you mean again?" she asked with a confused tone, it wasn't normal for people so young to be accepted into the knights just to leave so she was curious as to what had happened and it was written all over her face. [break][break] Her eyes looked at the young woman and the grimoire that was floating in front of her almost as if it was some sort of shield "Two things I want to point out. The first is unless you intend to use that grimoire to do something don't have it floating, someone may get the wrong idea. The second is not to use your grimoire as a shield as..." she moved her hand and took the hovering grimoire into it gently "Had I been an imitation mage I would know your spells, if I was a rogue I could have run off with it and if I was something more sinister... well... I would have destroyed it, thus killing you." she said holding the grimoire out to the scared young woman she wanted to make the woman well aware of how such actions could really bite her in the future. [break][break] She wasn't wanting to be cruel to her, that much was clear as her voice was gentle and she had done nothing of those things. "I am not an imitation mage I assure you." she told the other it would be completely up to her if she decided to believe her or not, they were strangers after all. "If they remember whom?" she would eventually ask remembering that she had two parts of her first statement. "You are quite skittish aren't you, that will need to change if you hope to become a magic knight." the white-haired woman said to the other. "I understand your native tongue, there is no need to switch if you are more at ease within it." she said fluently in the other's native tongue. She was a well educated noble that had spent quite a bit of time travelling to places thanks to her upbringing and now as a magic knight. For now, she would await the response of the other before moving forward.
Post by Willow Omens on Aug 24, 2021 3:16:05 GMT -5
Willow took a deep breath after her book was taken, and then returned to her, "I understand. I am... I have a bit of a problem at times. Being easy to startle from things when they sneak up on me. But I am so lost in my own thoughts at times, things are easily approaching me. I have problems with memory flashes of other people at times." She grumbled while rubbing the side of her head, tucking her grimoire away under her arm as she spoke to the other person.
The moment that this other person started to speak to Willow in her native tongue though, Willow beamed and clapped her hands. "Oh jubilation! It's so rare I find someone else outside of New Haven that speaks in Chaostongue! I am Willow Omens! Many in my hometown know me by my Haven-name: Fila kor-Jevel Hensepyth! It's wonderful to be able to talk like this, I cannot begin to tell you enough." SHe was doing a little walkabout in brief circles, throwing her arms to the air.
People passing by would see this, along with her strange language, and then the magic knight stoicly standing next to her, and assumed it was some form of a hex needing to be cured. Unaware there was an entire conversation going on between the two of them.
The pink-haired fractured girl turned back to the other woman and took one deep breath, clapping her hands together. "Let me clarify now, in my tongue. I -- I was a part of the Silver Eagles before, before the prior captain passed on to The COuntry. It was after that, and the first daemon encounter that I had sparks of other people flickering in my mind. Everything that said 'Shatter' though I know little about it, I'm trying to learn about anything of the names of any of the other people, to see if there are records of them. It's strange, I know! And I am saying a lot, and I am saying it fast, but oh my gosh." Willow had leaned in more and more to the other person before she finally reeled back to take a deep breath, her mouth agape as she inhaled deeply.
[color-teal]"Let me calm down for a moment, what's your name? I never asked that!"[/color] It sounded like she was about to spiral out of control and let her mouth go a mile a minute, again.
