Post by Michail Ravencrest on Sept 7, 2021 19:18:55 GMT -5
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Michail didn't get it. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he could not understand it. A Vermillion, weak as he was, was one thing. But a Reinsberg? He had, of course, heard about her. This Verena Reinsberg. The runaway who had left everything behind and was just begging at the front door of her family to let her back in. He recognized that other prominent mages seemed to believe in her potential, but he knew better.
Oh, Michail Ravencrest knew better.
That Reinsberg had abandoned everything to get away from a family who needed her more than she realized. She was trying to wiggle her way back in because things were too difficult out of the Noble Region. She couldn't survive on her own without relying on her family, the same family she had turned her back on. She was a traitor to what nobility stood for, and when things got bad, was desperately waiting to come clawing back in. Every time he saw her training with the other Royal Knights, he felt nauseated.
The eccentric Ravencrest ran a hand through his dyed hair. The only thing that truly made him feel like an individual, with the blood-red dye. It wasn't anything special. Not when one compared it to the likes of the adoptive sibling of Lydia, who had become an exceptionally powerful mage. Who had bonded with a spirit, even if foreign. It wasn't anything compared to his own sister's growth, who had been chosen by one of the spirits native to this continent.
He wasn't anything special.
And yet he had to lie to himself every day. With every interaction, with every smile, with every greeting. All he had was that necklace from that accursed Silva -- an item too powerful for him to ignore, but the note didn't take the sting away. That wretched woman. Before she went off and disappeared, she just had to add salt to the wound. This was truly why Silva simply were the worst, only barely better than the Reinsberg.
Further. Further and further, he felt himself falling behind. And yet, that accursed Reinsberg of all people was gaining more and more attention. Why? What separated him from her? He worked hard. Her sensory wasn't said to be that good, either, relying on golems. He supposed it was better than his very distinct lack of, but at a certain point, it didn't matter.
Michail disliked the idea of throwing blame and playing victim -- it was the exact attitude of commoners that so irritated him about them. But he was working hard. He was trying. He was still training. Yet he could not deny the fact he could feel it. He could feel himself falling further and further behind everyone in his own family. He could feel the masses coming up and surpassing him.
Why? What was it that he lacked that others had?
...no, he knew. Michail Ravencrest did in fact know what he was missing. What he lacked that others possessed. Softly, he stared into the window outlooking the rest of Carrion, his own reflection not even meeting him in the eye. "You fool. You Godsdamned fool," he muttered softly, before sighing.
Turning around, he made his way out of the Estate and into the city of Carrion. He was a Ravencrest. His family had everything. If he wished it, he had it. So long as he behaved accordingly, Clover was just an extension of the Ravencrest's possession, and that meant his as well. The fact the royal family had bestowed them with the status of Royalty themselves meant they fully acknowledged their contributions and that applied to all. Even him.
He greeted the inhabitants with a smile and a wave. As subjects of Carrion, they were subjects of the Ravencrest. Michail knew that. There were no commoners or nobles here. There was the Ravencrest and their subjects, and he staunchly believed that rulers should lead their people, not abuse them. Even if he was just as temperamental as he was before the scar upon his eye, he was much better at keeping himself together. And as long as nobody slighted the Ravencrest family at large, then it was fine. But they could throw verbal garbage at him, and he couldn't do much about it beyond simply engaging in similar behavior.
It wasn't like he forgot every slight his way.
It wasn't like he forgot everyone who was leaving him behind.
It wasn't like--
"Karro?"
It wasn't like he was the family's strongest Blood Mage anymore.
Michail offered the blonde a smile. Karro was a good person. Strange, but good. One of the few cousins whom Michail liked, though he wouldn't go so far as to say he respected him beyond familial connections.
Yes, Karro was a stronger mage than him. He knew that. But what could he do about it? The answer was nothing. He could only watch as everyone rushed past him. As everyone pursued their own goals. Their dreams. How the young man wondered what that was like. To have ambition that was your own.
Despite his thoughts and inner turmoil, Michail remained as posh as ever. The Silver Eagles mantle was presented comfortably and in flawless condition, draped over his pale golden outfit. A surprise visit between the two cousins in the city of the Ravencrest.
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Total Word Count: 891
Oh, Michail Ravencrest knew better.
That Reinsberg had abandoned everything to get away from a family who needed her more than she realized. She was trying to wiggle her way back in because things were too difficult out of the Noble Region. She couldn't survive on her own without relying on her family, the same family she had turned her back on. She was a traitor to what nobility stood for, and when things got bad, was desperately waiting to come clawing back in. Every time he saw her training with the other Royal Knights, he felt nauseated.
The eccentric Ravencrest ran a hand through his dyed hair. The only thing that truly made him feel like an individual, with the blood-red dye. It wasn't anything special. Not when one compared it to the likes of the adoptive sibling of Lydia, who had become an exceptionally powerful mage. Who had bonded with a spirit, even if foreign. It wasn't anything compared to his own sister's growth, who had been chosen by one of the spirits native to this continent.
He wasn't anything special.
And yet he had to lie to himself every day. With every interaction, with every smile, with every greeting. All he had was that necklace from that accursed Silva -- an item too powerful for him to ignore, but the note didn't take the sting away. That wretched woman. Before she went off and disappeared, she just had to add salt to the wound. This was truly why Silva simply were the worst, only barely better than the Reinsberg.
Further. Further and further, he felt himself falling behind. And yet, that accursed Reinsberg of all people was gaining more and more attention. Why? What separated him from her? He worked hard. Her sensory wasn't said to be that good, either, relying on golems. He supposed it was better than his very distinct lack of, but at a certain point, it didn't matter.
Michail disliked the idea of throwing blame and playing victim -- it was the exact attitude of commoners that so irritated him about them. But he was working hard. He was trying. He was still training. Yet he could not deny the fact he could feel it. He could feel himself falling further and further behind everyone in his own family. He could feel the masses coming up and surpassing him.
Why? What was it that he lacked that others had?
...no, he knew. Michail Ravencrest did in fact know what he was missing. What he lacked that others possessed. Softly, he stared into the window outlooking the rest of Carrion, his own reflection not even meeting him in the eye. "You fool. You Godsdamned fool," he muttered softly, before sighing.
Turning around, he made his way out of the Estate and into the city of Carrion. He was a Ravencrest. His family had everything. If he wished it, he had it. So long as he behaved accordingly, Clover was just an extension of the Ravencrest's possession, and that meant his as well. The fact the royal family had bestowed them with the status of Royalty themselves meant they fully acknowledged their contributions and that applied to all. Even him.
He greeted the inhabitants with a smile and a wave. As subjects of Carrion, they were subjects of the Ravencrest. Michail knew that. There were no commoners or nobles here. There was the Ravencrest and their subjects, and he staunchly believed that rulers should lead their people, not abuse them. Even if he was just as temperamental as he was before the scar upon his eye, he was much better at keeping himself together. And as long as nobody slighted the Ravencrest family at large, then it was fine. But they could throw verbal garbage at him, and he couldn't do much about it beyond simply engaging in similar behavior.
It wasn't like he forgot every slight his way.
It wasn't like he forgot everyone who was leaving him behind.
It wasn't like--
"Karro?"
It wasn't like he was the family's strongest Blood Mage anymore.
Michail offered the blonde a smile. Karro was a good person. Strange, but good. One of the few cousins whom Michail liked, though he wouldn't go so far as to say he respected him beyond familial connections.
Yes, Karro was a stronger mage than him. He knew that. But what could he do about it? The answer was nothing. He could only watch as everyone rushed past him. As everyone pursued their own goals. Their dreams. How the young man wondered what that was like. To have ambition that was your own.
Despite his thoughts and inner turmoil, Michail remained as posh as ever. The Silver Eagles mantle was presented comfortably and in flawless condition, draped over his pale golden outfit. A surprise visit between the two cousins in the city of the Ravencrest.
Notes & Spells
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Total Word Count: 891
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POW: 27
DUR: 19
STA: 30
SEN: 01
CON: 46
POOL: 100/100
REGEN: 25/25
SKIN: 4/4
HEALTH: 4/4
STRENGTH: 1/2 jr
SPEED: 5m/s
Michail
Ravencrest
Ravencrest
POW: 27
DUR: 19
STA: 30
SEN: 01
CON: 46
POOL: 100/100
REGEN: 25/25
SKIN: 4/4
HEALTH: 4/4
STRENGTH: 1/2 jr
SPEED: 5m/s
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