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 Freyr Alrekr on Apr 7, 2024 9:33:58 GMT -5
Freyr stood among the crowd looking toward a file of paperwork. He had other obligations he needed to tend to but he needed to always be there to show up to being in the light of clover. His family was a busy one and he was a business man on top of his duties of being a silver eagle. Life was a tiring one but what can one do? he looked over to his servant that stood beside him, giving them the folder "The stats look good and presentable. Go home and present that file to father, The final decision will be his choice alone."He said
"As you wish Lord Freyr." Spoke the servant bowing as he left. Freyr looked toward Alyssa hearing her speak of spring being a renewal and bring forth more chances of happiness and moments for remember, even if those that are gone, are not fully ever gone.
"Go true"Said Freyr to himself in thought seeing the crowd dispersing as he walked away to tend to one of the many events to see what was in store for him
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Post by Ostanda Vermilion on Apr 7, 2024 19:59:51 GMT -5
Ostanda leaned on a balled up fist within her carriage looking out the window as she arrived at Raque. She sighed looking around at the crowds moving around the city becoming an annoyance by the second. She didn't like people, she wasn't one for being around people. She preferred to do what she needed to do then be left alone on her own wants. She closed her amythest eyes calming down her internal want to have the carriage race out of the city and not return. She ignored the urge with all her might. She might as well deal with this lovely event the blue roses hold every year.
She sighed feeling the carriage stop as she stepped out tossing her cloak behind her into the carriage deciding to wear her mantle as she lifted up her hood walking from the entrance immediately while alyssa was talking. She heard the speech and stuff for as long as she could remember. It was all the same and this festival was no different.
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Apr 8, 2024 23:25:23 GMT -5
Joseph felt a strange connection to the city of Raque. He had grown up in Hapshass, moving to Nairn after joining the azure deers. He went under a commoner name back then, not even he knew about their royal blood at that point. The captain of that magic knight squadron believed in him enough to let him to join without any tests, something typically only reserved for nobles. Maybe it was how well he had presented himself as someone good at gathering information, maybe something else. His first mission was at Raque, much of it on Hangmans Hill. Now for every year he came here to heal himself with the festive activities. It was nice to do every year, bringing him further away from the memory of his Senior loosing their mind while attacking corpses to find a monster that was out for their blood. The only healer in their group was keeping the only civilian survivor of the hill alive. Everyone but the one senior in that group had all been newbies, like him. It wasn't really the ideal way to start everything off, but it was a memorable experience.
At the first year or so after that incident, the visuals as well as how close he had come to death had haunted him. Now the ghosts were far behind him. He had a lot less fear and more abilities and strength. Rizpaw was with the young man now as well. The Ravencrest started to hum to himself a bit, giving a smile to Rizpaw. The carbon matter spirit walked along side him, her little grey and white deer tail perked up a little along with her years. She as certainly the more social of the two, but was glad she didn't need to push him at anyone at the moment. He wasn't showing her any signs that he would be avoiding people. What would the Golden Dawn member do first? The same thing he does at every flower blossom fete, head to flower arrangement.
Post by Kea Vermillion on Apr 9, 2024 22:33:30 GMT -5
Kea had a smile on his face that looked as warm as a summer day. He was wearing a pear green evening dress shirt, followed by a orchid pink sash belt and pistachio green hakama pants. There was a strawberry blossom charm on his belt and light chiffon yellow tall tab boots with no heels that mostly vanished under the pants. The hair that was normally wild and loose was tied in a ponytail using lime green, pear green, and orchid pink patterned kumihimo hair tie. He just liked wearing things that felt nice and loose but wanted to dress nicely, so had taken after the only man he had looked up to the majority of his childhood. He knew it would be better to dress like a normal clovan, as his blood wasn't of other countries. What man did he look up to growing up besides his teacher though? The only person he knew well enough to take notes from on what to do that had been blood family when hot was his sister, who was not a man. She was amazing, but it wasn't exactly the prime example of what clovian men should wear.
There had been many examples during noble gatherings and parties of noble male clothing, but none of it felt comfortable to him. But at least he felt nice is his strange jumbling mess of clothing and it wasn't something that would embarrass the family. The weather looked nice and clear and the feeling of spring was in the air. He walked as they always did, with smooth flexibility and no pause in movements. Like someone who wanted to greet and love the world, or perhaps didn't know to fear it. Their blue-violet 'Alyssas greeting was really cool. Do they do this every year?' His mind wondered as his legs kept him moving. Of course he was someone easy to amaze and distract, so it didn't take long for the young adult to steer himself towards one of the activities.
The weather was beyond perfect, and as Yugo made his way toward the Annual Flower Fete upon a horse he had rented just for the travel, he smiled to himself. His light blue outfit was neatly pressed and maintained. The white cape that fluttered behind him as he rode toward the festival was as clear as if it was brand new. On his sides was his sword and his folded crossbow, trusty weapons that had kept him safe and sound his entire time as a magic knight. True, they werent any stronger then his spells, and in fact were weaker by his testing of them. Yet despite how good of a day it had been, he felt a nagging sensation in the back of his head. Like he was acting childish, or perhaps he was missing something important. It wasn’t any clearly defined sensation, but it left a strange impression upon his soul that he hadnt yet noticed. He was still a good way from the Festival when he noticed a site hed not been expecting. A wild boar, large and imposing chasing a hunter through the thick woods and out into a field, where the hunter wouldn’t have the benefit of trees and roots slowing the beast down. The man must have angered it somehow. Yugo didn’t hesitate even a moment before turning his horse and rushing toward the mans aid. [break][break] the draw and slice of the thunderblade was all that was needed, the beasts head sundered from his shoulders as yugo caught up and with one quick attack he killed the animal and saved the man. His horse neighed and trotted a bit, as if proud of itself and Yugo couldn’t help but smile before petting the horse, “Proud thing arent you?”hed chuckle, yet feeling a pride in himself swell as well. The hunter had tripped and only stayed alive because of Yugos intervention. Yet Yugo refused payment from the man. “Nay, no need fair sir!” yugo was still riding a bit high from the enjoyment he felt. “Tis the duty of a Fortunate man such as my self to help those around me. Pay me, though, not with gold or loyalty, but with not wasting the meat or bones of such a beast, use all that you can to make its death meaningful.” the hunter had no qualms with doing that. [break][break] As Yugo turned to continue his journey the old man would speka one last time to him. Askign him in a voice that seemed almost shocked to ask if he was the child of the late lord and lady of the Estate not far from the woods he was in, asking if he was indeed the young lordling. Yugo couldn’t help but smiel and blush a bit. “Aye, I am the child of lord and lady Beaulou.” hed smile as the old man expressed his gratitude to the young mans family. How he ahd once been a brigande who thought hed ammount to nothing before he died and it was only through his mother and father finding him during their travels that he was given a second chance to be a good and proper citizen. Yugo listened as the man explained how they had given him a chance to be their ground keeper and make a living. He had long retired before Yugo was born, yet he had heard of the young lordlings condition, many in the countryside around the estate had. [break][break] Yugos smile softened. “Pray, if you ened anything go to the Estate. You take anything you need from the garden, or use my storage areas for your own needs. My butler is there, tell him I sent you and he will check on you to make sure you are medically fit.” the young man and the old hunter would part with a smile and a wave as yugo once again got his horse running and making his way to the festival. It would take a while of traveling, and even a fe unexpected tops to let his horse feed and play in a river. Once he arrived and saw how grand and beautiful the festival was, he couldn’t help but smile. The horse hed place in a stable to be returned to when he left and hed enter the festival proper. He saw many familiar faces entering as well and he knew hed most liekly run into Joseph, despite living together they often did things on their own, but he knew the other was more then capable of handling himself. Hed need not worry about him. Hed turn one last time to look toward where he knew his home was, and hed smile thankful for all his parents had done for him before finally turning and properly entering the Festival.
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It had once again been a year since the much approved and lauded Flower Fete was being organized. This year he planned to walk side by side with Enlai and Lanying and let them enjoy themselves as best they could as their guardian. He may be a truly evil bastard buthe cared for them deeply. Should even a person of his family harm them, the gods and hells would not be able to stop him taking revenge. Enlai was dressed in a stylish, yet standard. I was a soft and gentle robins egg blue, with darker blues and blacks at the bottom representing a summer sea. Even giving him such an honor that he would be allowed to have a single yellow-gold sun coming from his shoulder to act as the blazing orb in the summer sky. He carried with him a small paper fan and a small backpack magiclaly filled with food and snacks. It was light and compact meant for travel, yet could hold 4 or 5 peoples worth f food before its magic ran out. [break][break] Lanying, the flower that she was, was dressed in a soft yet vibrant pink that looked like it as made from cherry blossoms, yet in fact was made froma rare summer rose that mimiced the color of cherryblossoms. The outfit was decoated with soft pastel wysteria colors along the edges and the collar. Her festive belt was as colorful as her brothers, and his matched her kimono in color. Jirou couldn’t help but smile as they walked hand in hand infront of him, the one of few times he was okay with them moving before him. He enjoyed the view of their happy faces. But he knew if he spoiled them like this they would become diobedient like children often do. He knew his precious servents needed a guided hand strong like a fathers, delicate like a mothers. He was both to them after all. [break][break] Jirou himself was dressed in tones of oak and asp, and fine golden thread. The fine silk rope around his waist was made of some of the best quality ssilk his family made. He himself wore three enhanted items. The first was his clothing, chanted to smell of wysteria and oak, along with keeping him cool and his sandles, made of asp wood and colored with gem inlays of lapiz lazuli. Each step causing the llusion and smell of Wysteria as he walked. Around his neck and upon his shoulders, the silken scarf he wore caused a large covered floral canapy of wysteria and oak leaves. He smiled as he walked inside.
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Post by Ryoshi Miten on May 2, 2024 5:01:12 GMT -5
Ryoshi had been busy that past few weeks following rumor after rumor thruout the kingdom of clover and at this point he was in dire need of some rest and enjoyment, and while he couldnt vent by preying on some poor soul in the kingdom he figured seeing what the rest of the nation was doing would be just as interesting. As he entered into the Fete grounds his adjusted his outfit and since it was the flower blossom fete he had decided to shift his outfit to fit the occasion more, he didnt have on his usual white coat and instead was garbbed in black pants and boots and on his chest was a deep green eastern shit with long sleeves and an intracte pattern across the sleeves. As he listened to the captain give her speech he looked as if he was paying attention but in truth he wanted to roll his eyes badly since he didnt really care about what the knights had to say.
Sure he didnt go out of his way to pick a fight with them but he honestly didnt care what they did as long as it didnt get in the way of his own goals and if they did then he would have to get...creative on how to deal with them, sighing a bit and glancing around Ryoshi tried to figure out what he would be doing next and saw the zoo and he resisted the urge to crinkle his nose .”im not up for the smell of livestock"he muttered more to himself then anything else before his sensitive nose caught the scent of different things that would whet the appetite.”hmm a cooking competition or an eating contest either could could be interesting lets see what would be better” he said as he turned and would follow the scent of the food.
