#Suwan Buwan

[astraladvent]

The Mission into Moondrip. 

[themountainsshadow]

The Third Key.

(The date and time are neatly printed above the entry.)

Grave's call was urgent -- his calm tone did not fool me in the slightest. He had approached the final key to Zeviagoth's aether-hoard, and had spent himself dispelling the powerful glamour and wards around it. It fell to the agency to hie themselves there, face what challenges were left, and retrieve it.

Reks, Suwan, Viktor and Aoki -- who I had only just met that eve -- came to the call, and so we assembled for a briefing. T'was Nald's reflection where we were set, by way of the Little Ala Mhigan aetheryte. Before we left, I did warn Grave to shore up the defenses in our own home, and have Rolf at the ready...just in case. He quietly assured me that we were walking into a trap -- a fact that we both knew. Sometimes the best way to break a trap is to step on it outright.

Our journey to the location itself was uneventful, for a mercy. It was from that point that the challenges presented themselves. Grave had reapplied a flimsy glamour to the area in order to make sure no suspicions arose from passers by. I could very well tell how taxing breaking the previous one had been...while complex and still quite impressive, the glamour did not match up to his usual standards at all.

We traversed the threshold easily enough -- but to a grisly sight. Four braziers there were, and to each one was crucified an adventurer, each butchered in their own way. Perhaps a warning, perhaps a promise. More a manner of weakening our resolve, I surmised. For that, we pressed on past them in formation with intentions to take the bodies down and see that they were treated properly in the end. Our next challenge came in the form of an oppressive, almost miasmic presence of hatred and rage. The emotion weighed down upon our heads nigh tangibly -- though the source of it

Once we entered the Reflection's cavern, there it floated: the final key; a rod of black and white crystal. My companions very duly observed that the entire thing reeked of a trap. I did not bother to conceal my agreement. The formation maintained, and I attempted to retrieve the key using a summoned faerie. That seemed to be the trigger. The key instantly absorbed her -- aether hungry thing that it was. The rage and anger intensified, and the entrance to the cavern collapsed into partial instruction. I could only perform the briefest analysis before our enemy showed himself.

He came from on high with a mighty leap that crashed right into the middle of the formation. What protections had been provided above us had not been enough for his sheer strength. It pains my pride to pen here that I was properly pelted forward. Only Aoki seemed to endure the brunt of it, and she wisely chose to assist Reks. Our opponent presented himself -- Tor, a frankly gigantic highlander in armor of bone, robes, with a deadly-edged axe and two red soul crystals about his neck -- one of which I recognised immediately.

There was no time to make verbal observations -- the fighting had begun in earnest. Tor spared neither caster nor melee fighter in his attacks; he buffeted Suwan and Viktor before he struck Aoki with the edge of his axe. It was all I could to to provide support while Reks tried to clear the entrance of the obstructing rubble. To his credit, he managed to work on that while assisting Suwan and myself with support. Viktor was overpowered, but thanks to his efforts, some spellwork I had applied to him was able to provide an opening. Aoki took full advantage of it, as did I. Together, we brought the rampaging warrior to his knees.

It was not over there -- the man could not be suffered to live. For his own crimes, for his persistent violence, for his own association with Zeviagoth as one of his minions...and as a holder of that soul crystal. While he was weakened I pulled his life force from him -- though in a last, vindictive effort he tried to crush the crystals in his hands. One was shattered to bits, but the one that had caught my attention endured.

Reks moved at once to attend Viktor and Aoki, while Suwan made arrangements to see to the bodies near the entrance. For myself, I had determined during my analysis that it would be harmless to handle the crystal with my bare hands -- a perfect trap for one so magically oriented, truly. My gloves were stowed and I took the key for our own. Unfortunately, Aoki seemed disturbed by the manner in which I finished the man -- despite her skill the girl was rather...fresh to such horrors. I accounted for myself as best I could, but I doubt my words held any sway. Nevertheless, the task was done, and we had retrieved not one, but two boons for Grave.

With all three keys, the aether-hoard will be available to us at last, and we shall finally put an end to Zeviagoth's horrifying designs.

-- From the Journal of The Mountain’s Shadow

[suwanbuwan]

An Irrelevant Character Guide (Face Claim Edition) Suwan Buwan What I tried to make: 1 What his family sees: 2 What his friends see: 3 What I think he is: 4 What he actually is: 5 Tagged by @elixirsgelsandherbs ((I'm on a mobile phone so had to change format a little. Sorry not sorry! LOL

[oleandre-ooc]

A note was folded up, carefully slid into a crisp envelope and left on the table in the OSD.  Sliding the note out would release a light fragrance of lavender.

Suwan,

Thank you for the lovely outfit.  I tried it on today and it fits perfectly!  I’m looking forward to being your pupil and pray I will not disappoint you.  Please know I will work tirelessly to make you proud in this and all other endeavors. 

Until next time.

Your eager student in the ways of life and magick,

Rian Pendergast

@suwanbuwan @aa-osd

[sergei-harlenk]

The Collective Unconsciousness

Suwan was greeted by the Aetheric Diagnostic Station displaying the poorly healed and hampered aether system of his newest recruit. The owner of that aether was staring at the display, searching for an answer he hadn’t found yet.

The highlanders spoke briefly of magic, and dueling. Suwan didn’t understand why mages would do that, while Sergei understood perfectly. But this was simply small talk. "Are we going to proceed with what we spoke about last night? Our emotions are less high now, we are clearer of mind. Again I must point out the Joining Ritual is not to be undertaken lightly."

“Nothing has changed.”

Suwan was a bit hestitant with the ritual, not because he did not trust his skills and magick, but because what it would do to the two men. It would join their aether, even though temporary, it would be for time, with untold results, but certainly help in the healing process. The hesitancy was on his face, and Sergei saw it, offering to call it off. Suwan waylaid both of their fears and the two sat to begin the spell and the ritual.

"Before me, behind me, below me, above me, to my left and to my side.... Life flows, the stream that is eternal... Lend me your blessing... Join me and mine... Let us walk together protected by the World Tree..."

Sergei and Suwan slipped into the Collective Unconsciousness, and found themselves in a memory. Sergei’s arrival at Limsa Lominsa, a young Immortal Flames Sergeant hopelessly lost in his attempt to find the Arcanists’ Guild. Suwan watched with Sergei as his younger self was knocked to the ground and then nearly robbed before being rescued by a Yellow Jacket, who left him with the serious advice to stand up for himself, and the joking advice to put some meat on his bones.

Suwan was now seeing telling moments in Sergei’s upbringing, his past. He let the emotions wash over him, as the two men’s aether had to align properly. As the memory faded around them, a new one coalesced, and a young child ran past the two. A young Suwan. Now it was Sergei’s turn to witness a moment in the other’s life, but this one, while formative, wasn’t a beginning. It was the end of Suwan’s time with the Conjurers’ Guild. Within the guild, laying in a bed of flowers, was Suwan’s adoptive father. The highlanders watched as the child of no more than 8 summers, and was yelling at the healers, vowing to undo what had been done. Sergei wanted to reach out and comfort the child, but had to support his companion as the memory again faded.

Sergei tensed as they now faded into a memory that wasn’t something he ever wanted to live through again, and now Suwan would see the end of his family. Harlenk Estate, burning to the ground from the Calamity, and a helpless young highlander searching through the debris. Suwan now had to be the supporter. Mercifully, this memory too faded, and to a much happier moment in Suwan’s life, where Sergei witnessed him as an infant being found beneath the Guardian Tree by his Lalafellian adoptive father. A happy memory thankfully.

The final memory the two needed to share before the Collective Unconsciousness would align their aethers was one that Sergei had played over and over in his mind. A routine mission in Southern Thanalan. A discovery of a caravan being assailed by Amal’jaa. A Second Lieutenant Harlenk discovering a long lost friend within the caravan, and discovering what happens when his shield spells are cast too hastily. The screams of the dying surrounded the two as the spell finally synchronized the two men’s aethers, pushing the aetheric stitching holding Sergei’s aether together out of his channels and allowing Suwan’s to flow in and begin the repair work needed for the archaist to heal and become whole again.

The two awoke in Sergei’s room, and Sergei was laughing and casting spells again. He owed Suwan a great deal, and would now work hard to show him that he hadn’t wasted his time on a mage who couldn’t be of use. They had also now shared some of their most formative memories in a way that few would probably ever understand, and while painful, it was also beautiful

“So…….how about a spar?”

@suwanbuwan @astralagents

[boldausterities]

Dear former potential lover

Dear former potential lover,

I do not expect forgiveness, nor do I expect any sort of reaction to this.

Aye, I own up the fact that I suddenly departed, never to be heard from again. Perhaps it was because you were something I could not quite understand despite the passionate nights (too few as they were) we spent together. As the days went by, it felt as if you did not heed my words as I asked you to be careful of any aetheric activity you conducted.

Mayhap I became afraid. Moreso, I mean.

I am already afraid of what I do. Anyone with enough sense would. And yet it’s a path I continue to walk. It’s a path I can no longer look back on and change its course. I am not only determined to walk it, but I feel as if I’ve no choice but to walk it.

I very much miss the time we’ve spend together. I also very much miss the talks we’ve had, flirty, serious, or otherwise. Despite my fear of us, I also feel as if you are the only other person in the world who understands me. And I’m afraid I allowed my fears to get in the way.

Perhaps I also departed for other fears as well. I felt as if we getting much too close. I feared that if we were to commit to one another, I would once again be done wrong. I was unprepared for such risks. And for that, you suffered my disappearance.

It’s an understatement to say that I regret this. It’s also an understatement to say that I had done you wrong. No amount of apology will ever be enough to whatever I had wrought upon you.

I hope you are doing well and are having a decent life. Perhaps your life has improved without me in it, now that you may focus more on your own life and perhaps the lives of your occult subdivision within your free company.

Please know that I will never forget you, and I will always cherish the time we had together.

With utmost sincerity,

Spencer “Spike” Teague

@suwanbuwan

[berryarmstrong]

Sifrid sat and watched a rather lengthly duel between Saelsria and Reks in the yard today. He learned quite a lot about both their styles, but can't seen himself coming close to touching either of them in contest.

[great-grey-raven]

impromptu party at some person’s mansion

*club music plays*

I’ll make the gif later when I get back from work

@ligart-redwyne   @berretca   @magnarius-sorel  @suwanbuwan  @aeriktirel @balthius-stark

[suwanbuwan]

Suwan Buwan, June 2017.

[oleandre-ooc]

After being accepted into the Astral Agents, Rian was on the company grounds exploring the vastness of the house when he ran into Suwan Buwan. Suwan kindly offered Rian a tour of the Agency, culminating in a trip to the Occult Curiouso, an incredible collection of tomes containing immense magickal knowledge.  Rian felt and looked like a kid in a candy store as he browsed the section Suwan had referred to containing tomes on thaumaturgy, which Rian had been studying. By the end of the evening Rian felt as if he had found a new friend in the deceptively young looking Hyur, which was quite welcome.

@suwanbuwan

[astraladvent]

Berrod met with @suwanbuwan to hear and discuss a proposal for a new arm of the Agency. More details on that later!

[astraladvent]

The Company welcomed @suwanbuwan to its roster! Berrod was particularly interested in the man’s knowledge of ancient relics and how to locate them. He intends to observe the man’s work for a while and then perhaps bring  him on board with the Crystal Tome hunt.

He was also amused that the man kept sneaking peeks of him as well! He politely pretended not to notice -- this time!

Meanwhile, @balthius-stark keeps earning recruitment bonuses...