#Zathorin Silverwood

[ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood]

A New Start: Zathorin Silverwood

► Name ➔   “Zathorin.”

► Are you single ➔ “Hmm..mhm.”

► Are you happy ➔   “Sure. Could use some more work though.”

► Are you angry? ➔   “Not really. There is someone who owes me some money though...”

► Are your parents still married ➔  “Never met them but going off of what I’ve heard through my sister, yes? My adopted mother has been single for as long as I can remember due to her husband passing away.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Azim Steppes or however it’s said.

► Hair Color ➔ “Black.....with a little grey here and there.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Amber.”

► Birthday ➔ “Well, I’m thirty two so..you do the math. Because I don’t entirely know.”

► Mood ➔ “Right now? Relaxed. Cigarettes, cigars and some whiskey will do that.”

► Gender ➔ “Seriously? Are you going to ask me to prove it to you or something?”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter if I must choose between the two.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon...”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “....”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Possibly...”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Me. With a bullet to the back of her head after she attempted to kill me.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “I’m sure a couple. I don’t let myself get that close anymore.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Why are you so interested in my love life?”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “No. Can’t say I have.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I have no idea.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “…..”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Both when the time calls for it. But as of recent, neither have been a choice.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Iced tea I suppose?”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Dogs. Loyal, sometimes foolishly loyal but at least they’re a living creature that I can depend on without having to worry.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends. Quality over quantity.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “....”

► Day or night ➔ “Night. Most of my work is done at night and the world isn’t so loud.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Yes.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “When I was young, yes.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “…..”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes...not trying to be cheesy with the whole, the eyes are a gateway to the soul but..the eyes are always something I notice first.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Intelligence. Being drop dead beautiful means nothing to me if your intelligence is as low as a Piassa.”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “....”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “My adopted mother and I get along just fine. I’ve never met my real parents and me and my real sister get along fine I suppose, when we actually speak to each other.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ "Define messed up life. Its not shitty and its not amazing.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No. I never gave my adopted mother a reason to want to.”

[ffxiv-merumi-tsukino]

Dear (someone you want dead),

Dear …,

I wish I knew your name, your face, anything about you. The only thing I know for certain is you exist. Nothing about the state of his body pointed toward natural death. He wasn’t taken from my arms so soon by fate alone.

You had a hand in this. 

I will find you.

I have my ways.

There aren’t many things that push me toward violence. I am neither quick to anger, nor am I prone to physical outbursts. I have read a lot of books, however. Books on many interesting subjects. Books full of very intricate pictures.

I have dreamed of you many times. So many lovely ways to maim and deform a body while keeping the light inside it alive. I enact all these and more on your formless, faceless personification. 

From these dreams I wake up smiling. I awaken refreshed and ready for my day.

Rest assured, I will find you, and if you’re smart, you’ll fear the day I do with every breath you take. I can feel you watching me. You know I’m looking for you.

Wait patiently for me,

Melisande

@kasumi-ffxiv & @ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood for the same ask ♥

[lyrisblake]

Three Encrypted Notes leave a Viper's Nest.

“ -I- Information required on a Melisande, no last name. Blind Au Ra, blinding is recent, was seen at Cresent event last night partnered with a Zathorin Silverwood. I require this promptly and find me a healer to question.”

“-L- Information required on a Zathorin Silverwood. Ex Mercenary back in the game, had failed blacksmithing business, seen at Cresent event with one Melisande. I require information promptly.”

“-E- Get me Mr. River’s uncle. We have cross country technology and soldiers to discuss. I require this, today.”

((So many plots a foot! @ffxiv-melisande-trihsenne @ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood @valanthius-xiv @andarion @apprenticeone @apprenticetwo @apprenticethree Don’t you worry @omg-thehuntress-posts I have not forgotten about you ;)

[delicate-and-deadly]

An unmarked envelope arrives...

The envelope is small but thick. Its outside is without blemish as if it materialized from out of the aether. Printed on the front in unremarkable handwriting is just a name: Zathorin Silverwood. Upon opening the small creation of pressed paper, its contents would be revealed as such: a note scrawled in strikingly beautiful penmanship, each calligraphic image a pristine character from the Xaelan language. With it are two more folded notes. One a carefully crafted key, like for deciphering a personalized encryption, except it clearly displays the characters of the Eorzean common tongue alphabet beside a counterpart in Xaelan. The other is similar but looks to be a pronunciation guide. The only peculiar thing of import about the letter, aside from the elegant handwriting, is the way it gives off the delicate scent of heady incense and night-blooming jasmine. @ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood

[kamimuse]

Where did Orin have his arm made? :O

IC response

“ Well I’m glad you asked- I couldn’t have just settled for any old engineer or mechanic to get this made. When I first lost my arm, I spent weeks trying to figure out how I would even live without my dominant right arm. Trying to relearn combat and everything with my left hand wasn’t doing it. I felt broken inside.

I spent two weeks with Kersch scouring the Quicksand job boards and looking for advertisements in every bar in Thanalan, and Limsa Lominsa looking for some kind of engineer shop that could craft me a moving prosthetic. Someone suggested Magitek but since that is more of a Garlean trade I figured I wouldn’t be able to find anyone in Eorzea. We did hear about the Ironworks in Mor Dhona, and considered it. We figured the cost would be too hefty price wise.

Eventually the weeks went by and I saw an advertisement for a blacksmith shop owned by a guy named Zathorin Silverwood. Kersch and I made a trip over to his blacksmith shop to see what he could do- I at least wanted a good sturdy prosthetic arm even if it couldn’t move. I figured maybe I could get a mage to enchant it afterward or something- little did I know about magic back then. After talking to Mr.Silverwood for awhile, he also made mention of an up and coming engineer who was working out of his shop at the time, and low and behold she’d worked on projects with the Ironworks previously! I was blessed!

So we negotiated that we would commission the pair for the arm. Zathorin would craft the casing for the arm, and his Engineer friend would craft the innards and workings of it. It was ingenious how they designed it, instead of a ceruleum core like the Garleans use, they used a mammet core to power the arm. The only problem is those cores need to be replaced every few months, or weeks depending on how much wear and energy is spent when using it. When the core wears out, the arm goes limp, and it’s kind of a drag. Cant move it or anything. The outer shell, I had made of left over steel from vangaurd. Kersch and I had made a trip out to northern Thanalan and carefully scoured the battle fields north of the processing plant, and there was a lot of broken vangaurds and debris all over the landscape. We scrapped some Garlean metal plating and headed back to Thanalan and had Silverwood craft it from there.

Since then it has been upgraded by another friend in my company named Kyojin Borlaaq, who is also an engineer. She also runs her own blacksmith shop out of the Goblet. She’s since updated the core and it’s a lot more efficient than it was before. I’ll have to ask her again what it is and what the other augmentations are because I’m like, having a brain fart at the moment.”

[lociansurliant]

Brotherly Meeting

He was there. The old home of both Zathorin and Locian’s teacher Theordric. It was cold out in this part of Coerthas, what was he expecting though? This area was high in the mountains. The snow stuck to his black coat before melting against the heat his aether emitted. An hour had passed. The Elezen occupied his time searching the abandoned home of his former teacher. It was mainly empty but there were a few odds and ends still left. Just old notes and books. Nothing useful. 

Locian had his back to the front door when he heard it open and slowly turned to see his brother, Zathorin standing before him. It was like a picture. A white backdrop, snow behind the Au Ra. His long raven locks pulled back into a ponytail with a few strains left to the sides of his face. A similar style to Locian. Furs mixed with leathers, metal and chain as armor, a sword on his hip. The Xaela’s amber eyes glared at the Elezen before walking into the house. 

“Brother! It’s been too long! You look wonderful, how are-” Locian’s words were cut short as Zathorin brought his fist back and punched the Elezen across his slender face, sending the man to stumble a few feet backwards. With his hand to his lips Locian looked at Zathorin with a shocked expression.

 “Okay, first off ow. Second-” Once again Locian was cut off as Zathorin punched the man in the stomach before picking the Elezen up and throwing him across the room against the wall. Locian hit the floor with a heavy thud, groaning for a moment while holding his stomach. “I take it you are a little mad at me for something?” He said with a smile.

With a low growl, Zathorin leaned down to pick Locian up by the collar of his shirt, slamming him back against the wall. “Why are you doing all of this?! What is your reason for joining something you know absolutely nothing about and cause mass chaos!? Poison your own mother?! What the fuck is wrong with you?” A low snarl left Zathorin as he once again pushed Locian against the wall. 

Laughter filled the room, Locian’s body shook from it. “How can you judge me for dabbling in something I have no knowledge of, Brother? Look at you, keeping a Dark Knights soulstone and attempting to use it and the abyss, not knowing a thing. You are no better than I am in that regard.” Locian smirked at Zathorin, his body disappearing into a shadowy smoke into the wall. “As for everything else, well...” Zathorin turned around to see Locian holding his hand out towards him, fingers flared and a smirk on the Devils face. 

The wall of the cabin was destroyed as Zathorin was pushed through it, causing the Xaela to roll in the snow before hitting a tree that stopped him. “I simply do what I want. You know, there is a song I think I heard a few children sing.” Stepping out of the half destroyed cabin, Locian began to sing softly. “I’ve no strings to hold me down, I had strings but now I’m free...” Zathorin tried to stand to his feet but was clearly weak. Not only did the attack Locian used knock the wind from his lungs, but the sickness was taking hold of him, making him weaker than he had been in his entire life. Deep pants left Zathorin as he sat against the tree, looking up as Locian drew closer. 

“You amuse me brother. Your little hero acts and naive thoughts towards my actions are actually quite funny to hear and watch. For years I’ve wanted to kill you but I think I might hold off on that, at least for a little while. If the sickness kills you first then...” The Elezen shrugged, letting a snicker out. “Too bad. Take care, Brother. I look forward to seeing you again. Next time, let’s make it a little get together without the tossing around and all those beastly acts, yes?” The Elezen turned without waiting for Zathorin to respond and disappeared into a shadowy portal that opened in front of him, only for it to close instantly behind the Devil.

Zathorin just sat in the snow, looking up at the trees and sky while panting heavily, trying to gather the strength to even stand...

Mentions: @the-faceless-ffxiv

[neheon-dotharl-archive]

Tempered Steel

The winds in Coetheras stung and hurt her cheeks. Jacket pulled up high, the Huntress made her trek through the snow and howling wind, one hand on the top of her head to keep her hat down, the other on the reigns of her chocobo, leading the beast on. The cold stung, the cold felt as bad as her heart and her stomach, both stinging, both feeling as though they would be the end of her at any moment. Death probably felt better than this, better than exile. Soon the winds became too much to bare, and the huntress moved quicker, seeing a cave off in the distance.

She made her way there, ducking low as she pulled her hat on tighter, blocking out the gusts of wind the best she could. Shallow cave, nothing inside of it save for herself, she could see the end of it even in the dim light. Pulling some logs from the bird, dragging him into the cave as much as she could before deciding to make a fire pit.

An hour passed, the cave began to warm up with the blaze set in the center of the shelter, the Chocobo, Xer’tel, curling up off to the side, resting through the storm. The wind began to calm. Her mind however, was still racing.

“Promise to come back.”

She couldn’t do that. Couldn’t keep a promise that she wasn’t sure she would live to fulfill. People were complicated like that. People were devious. People were untrustworthy. People lead to complications that could never be accounted for. But...then why...?

Why did he treat her like she was worth something? Why was he so scared about what might happen to her, what could happen. Zathorin...Kessy. They cared too. Even that night, they spared no expense to help her, even with Kessy pregnant, she came as soon as Neheon called. Zathorin...he made arrows for her. He helped her. Despite herself, tears began to well up in her eyes.

Quickly lowering her head, Neheon sobbed. Everything built up. Everything repressed and pushed away. Emotions were petty and useless things, but then why did it feel as though her heart were going to break in two? She wanted to help, wanted to have people in her life, but feared them leaving, feared them betraying her, feared them dying and once again, she would be unable to do -anything- to stop it.

Again.                                                 ENOUGH.

Something stirred within the huntress, something primal, something raw and filled with nothing more than pure emotion. Tears suddenly stopped as her head raised up, She felt the remaining tears slide down the sides of her face, but she paid them little mind. Her mind began to race with thoughts, one after another, unrelenting, unyielding, the same three words echoed in her mind and then there was silence.

Something snapped that night, something became undone and what had happened within her was a mystery, even to herself. The storm outside began to fade, and making her way back towards Falcon’s Nest, she found the nearest inn and began to frantically write two letters.

Zathorin Silverwood.

     I’ll be coming back tonight. I want your help and will pay you any amount you desire. Teach me how to fight. Teach me how to use a sword. Don’t relent, I need to learn, I want to learn. I’ll see you soon. Give Kessy a hug for me.

                          -Neheon

Kaisin,

       I’m done running. This ends now.

                           -Neheon

The time for games had ended, and Neheon swore, to herself, to her brothers, to her father...and to her mother. She would become a terror to those who wished harm to others. She would become an outcast if need be, but she would uphold the good, she would defend, she would charge ahead if need be, and if her light went out, before she could finish what she started, she swore...she would at least make a difference.

Mentions: @ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood II @kessy-and-haru

[wolfpawangel]

A small voice clip of Zathorin comparing Eorzea to Azeroth. Plain and simple. I know I may sound fucking stupid, but I did barely any sort of editing to my voice. Maybe just a -5% pitch change? But yeah. I dont care. I like how it turned out, so there for, why not share it? 

[themoonwarrior]

Fighting the Beast

The look between the two fighters was almost unsettling. Both men stood in their own styled fighting stances, not moving an inch. The girls had made their way out, standing a good distance back. Taivess had locked her hands behind her head, Kestriena held the mug of hot tea in her hands.

"It's your move big guy." The monk said, keeping himself ready and calm. Zathorin narrowed his single showing eye, watching the monk carefully. The tension was thick. Almost unsettling. But why?

"Test the waters." Zathorin said before stepping forward into a full sprint. Normally the warrior would not charge directly into a fight he didn't know. But as he stated, testing the waters since this was not a battle of death. Zathorin kept his eye on the monk. Ana'theron stood there. His expression slightly changed, unexpecting the warrior to actually charge at him. Zathorins right hand moved back, turning into a tight fist. Ana'therons ears twitch, listening to those heavy plated boots that Zathorin still wore. Within a fraction of a second, Ana'theron moved his head back just in time as Zathorins heavy fist flew by his cheek.

Zathorin was now behind Ana'theron, quickly turning himself back to face the monk. Ana'theron turned around quickly, lifting his leg to attempt to hit the warrior with a hard knee. But Zathorin quickly ducked to the side, swinging his left fist up towards the man. Ana'theron moved his hand, pushing Zathorins punch away from him. A leather covered leg swung to the side, missing Zathorins head as the warrior ducked down. Zathorin allowed his body to fall slightly, his right hand dropping to the ground, propping himself up, allowing him to kick up right into the stomach of the monk. A light pain filled grunt left the monks lips as he was kicked into the air away from Zathorin. Landing on his feet safely, Ana'theron let out a quick breath. "Damn, nice one. Gotta be more careful with you. Quicker than you look."

Zathorin stood there, his head dipped slightly with that single eye staring at the man. "I can tell it would take a lot more than a simple kick to the stomach to phase you truly. Your grasp over the mist is well put." Zathorin stated as he watched a small amount of green mist cover the small bruise Zathorin left on Ana'therons stomach, fading the mark away slowly. The monk smiled at the warrior. "You get use to it after a while, becomes a normal thing, see a bruise or cut, wave it off."

Zathorin presumed his fighting stance once again. Ana'theron was soon to follow, this time another stance. Without a moment to waste, both men ran at each other. Ana'theron pulled his right fist back, swinging hard towards the warrior. Zathorin moved his head to the side, taking a retaliating swing at the monk. Ana'therons reflexes gave him the chance to move his head out of the way. Fists swung left and right, each one missing their target.

"I didn't know Zath was that fast.." Kestriena said in amazement. Tai had kept her hands locked behind her head, watching the two throwing quick punches at each other. "Well, you have to remember, all that armor he wears? Just adds weight. Take that off, makes ya faster." Kestriena nodded, looking from Taivess over to the two men.

With a surprise knee that the monk brought up making contact to Zathorins stomach, the warrior stumbled back a couple of steps. Ana'theron took this chance, took a step forward and began to unleash a flurry of punches, all making contact with the warriors torso. The flurry of punches was finished by a hard direct punch to the side of Zathorins face. The pain crossed Zathorins expression, a single eye open, wide and slightly surprised. Wait..a single eye? As Zathorin stumbled back from the hard punch to his face, that black eye patch fell to the ground revealing that golden eye. Zath stood there, shaking his head now staring at the monk whose right hand was back open. A swirl of energy formed in his hand as he took a step forward, now both hands together pushing out to release that chi blast at Zathorin.

 With a low growl, Zathorin glared at the Ana'theron, not hesitating to sprint at the monk regardless of what was coming his way. Zathorin rose his left hand over his right shoulder as he ran, that ball of chi energy flying at him and quickly swiped his hand against the chi blast, reflecting the spell of chi energy away from him. Ana'theron quickly rolled to the side, avoiding the chi wave that was reflected back at him. With a quick punch, Zathorin took the advantage of the monk dropping his guard just as Ana'theron stood, a hard heavy hit was given to the side of his face. Ana'theron quickly threw back, hitting Zath on the right side of his face. The two gave each other punches one after another to the sides of their faces, taking them each time.

Though to the monk, these hits he was recieving felt..more painful than the other few hits he had gotten. "I don't understand..he's been fighting the same way this entire time, yet his strength feels as if he's stronger than before. Is it.." Quickly Ana'theron saw it. That golden eye that was revealed earlier. Ana'theron quickly backed away as best as he could, slipping that blind fold off of his eyes. Zathorin watched the monk, making no move to follow through with anything at this moment. Heavy breathing left both men, Zathorin mainly. It was as if he was..struggling to keep going with his heavy attacks.

Kestriena looked on, worry in her eyes as she looked at Zathorin. "Whats wrong with him? Normally he can fight just fine.." She said, that worry lacing her soft spoken voice. Taivess looked over at Kessy, then over at Zathorin. "Ever since he took that punch from Ana'theron and that patch slid off, he's been havin' a hard time. Whats up with that golden eye?" Kestriena looked at Zath, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh no.." She whispered. 

What she saw, that left eye, the one that was first showing a fel green was now swirling with a golden color. "He's getting to angry with the fighting." The woman stated to Tai. "Wait.." The warlock quickly looked up at the now clear sky and there it was. The source of the problem. Brightly shining in the sky was a full crystal clear moon. Shock crossed Kestriena's face. She looked at Zathorin, the warrior was growling every now and then, grunting and fuming with anger. Both of those eyes, a pure golden color.

"Zath!!!" Kestriena yelled out. Zathorin charged the monk quickly,  both fists out at his sides. Ana'theron was taken back by the speed Zathorin had just shown. "Watch out!!!" Kestriena screamed to Ana'theron but was too late. Zathorin landed a hard heavy punch to the center of the monks stomach. Ana'theron's eyes widened from the sudden hit to his stomach, speechless. Zathorin followed up with a quick hard jab to the monks face,  pushing the monk slightly into the air. Grabbing Ana'therons wrist, Zath yanked the monk into a hard punch to the same side of his face, not once but twice. The last one sending the monk a few feet from him. Shaking his head, Ana'theron slowly picked himself up, wiping the side of his lips. A small amount of blood trickled down, causing Ana'theron to give a small smile. "Well, this is interesting. I knew ya had somethin' more than what you were showin'."

Kestriena began to run towards Zath. "Zath!" She said as she ran but was stopped suddenly with a yank of her belt. "Hold on there missy. Ana'theron's got this. Don't ya worry your pretty little ass." Kestriena wiggled and struggled to try and get loose. "You don't understand. When Zath is in that state he is in now, it's almost impossible to stop him!" Tai pulled Kestriena back with ease to her. "Just sit tight and watch." Tai said motioning to the two men. Ana'theron stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. Zathorin stood with his hands in tight fists at his sides, arms slightly out. Small growls left the warriors throat, it was as if he was blinded by an unsatable rage.

"Those eyes of yours. They look like the eyes of a worgen." Ana'theron paused for a moment, staring into the mans golden eyes. "Alright I get it now. Oh man this is awesome!" Ana'theron said with excitement, prepping his fighting stance again. Zathorin and Ana'theron both ran at each other, the warrior growling as he brought his fist back, the monk letting out a small yell. Both fists connected. The warriors fist slamming against the side of Ana'therons face, the monks fist slamming against  the side of Zathorins face. Both men stood still as they tried to force more strength into the push, but both were evenly matched.

Ana'theron quickly saw this and brought his back leg around quickly, slamming his leg into the right arm of Zathorin. The warriors face was struck with pure pain. Grunts and growls of anger and pain left the mans lips as he stumbled to the side. Was almost as if Ana'theron had struck something a bit too hard. "Zath!!" Kestriena called out. She knew what had happened. She watched Ana'therons leg slam into that very same shoulder that had been pierced by the warlocks sword one year ago. Still that same injury would cause Zathorin an incredible amount of pain.

Ana'theron was quick to repostion himself, bringing his hand quickly to hover over Zathorins head. The warrior had stumbled to one knee, holding his arm, letting out groans of pain, completely ignoring Ana'theron at this point. "Alright this'll only take a second." After just a moment, a green mist formed in the monks hands, swirling around his fingers. Kestriena had made her way to the two, looking at Zathorin with worry. She watched as the green most slowly seeped into the warriors forehead, slowly moving towards the mans arm. Over what seemed like just a couple of minutes, Zathorins eyes left eye slowly shifted back into that fel green glow, the other still a dark golden color. The warrior slumped over, groaning lightly as he fell to the ground. Kestriena moved herself closer to Zath, propping his head up on her lap. "He should be alright in just a little bit. That kick I gave him stunned that angry side of him long enough for me to ease his mind. Just give him a few minutes." Ana'theron said as he wiped his forehead. Kestriena looked up at the monk, giving him a nod. "Thank you.." She softly said looking back down to the warrior that laid there. The pain that was once shown on his face, was now gone...

tenikins

[theyoungphoenixpaladin]

The News: Part 1

Peace. That feeling seemed to be a feeling that was rarely felt to some these days. A feeling almost long forgotten to the warriors that deal with the harsh ways of the world. Whether they are knights of the dead, knights of the Light or even the knights of fury, not everyone has peace like they wish they had, like others have.

The Duskmourn home. This was a prime example of a home that had its mixture of peace, yet one that still held troubles. Mainly the young paladin Arimm who had been dealing with a warlock for over a year.

"Xal..truly even to this day I do not understand why you are doing what you do. Is it..just for your own amusement? Because I had gotten close to your sister? Whatever this reason is, I will stop you. I will end all of this.."

The young paladin was standing by his bedroom window, looking out at the ocean that crashed against the shore. His thoughts on the past year almost year and a half running through his mind. His hand rose to his chest, tracing over the scar that was left between his chest and stomach by his own adopted father. As his fingers touched the reminder, his eyes closed. The memory of the battle replayed in his mind. The clashing of steel on steel. The words said back and forth..and the sting of the blade that made the young man feel the icy claws of death once before.

The mans thoughts were cut as a gentle knock on the door made his ears twitch. He looked over towards the door of the room to see Reylis giving him a gentle smile, peeking in the room. "Creedence is here with Yukka and Zeris. Are you okay?" The woman said as she walked over to him. Arimm smiled at her and nodded, wrapping an arm around the womans waist. "I'm fine. Just thinking about the past year is all." Reylis looked up at Arimm, her arms wrapping around his own that she clung to. "You've grown so much in the past year from when I first saw you. Whatever happens, I know you can get through it Arimm." She said looking up at him with a soft smile. Arimm turned his head, looking out the window again, feeling the cool breeze of ocean air hit his face. "I have a feeling things are going to finish really soon..I just hope that-"

All conversation was interupted by a loud roar outside in the sky. Arimm quickly moved to the window, looking outside as best as he could. The sound of this roar sounded like it came from the front. "What was that?" Reylis said as she looked outside with the paladin. "I don't know but its coming from the front of the house." Quickly the two ran to the front room, looking around at Teni, Dante, Yukka and Creedence. "Did you guys hear that?" Creedence gave a nod as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the back of the couch. "Sounded like a Drakes roar." The death knight said as he looked to the front door.

Everyone made their way to a window, peeking outside as Arimm looked out the window of the front door. There stood a large dark blue and black, almost Twilight Drake like Drake. But the Drake wasn't the main focus. There stood a large Sin'dorei, twin blades strapped to his back. As the man turned around to the house and began marching forward, Arimm looked at the mans face. "It's Zathorin.." he stated to the rest of the people in the house. The look Zathorin was already giving the paladin gave Arimm a hint that Teni was right. Something did happen. Quickly Arimm opened the front door and Zathorin walked right in without a word.

"You look like you are on a war path, what happen Zathorin?" Arimm said as everyone gathered around the two. Zathorin stopped in his tracks, his hands in tight fists. The large, fully armored mercenary turned around, staring right into the eyes of Arimm. Arimms eyes looked at the man, noticing that both eyes were a dark golden color. "Kestriena was taken by Cyrian." The entire room seemed to be silenced. Everyone, everyone single person in the rooms eyes widened except for the Frost Knight who was standing by the paladin that held his son. Seems he wasn't surprised things had been taken this far.

"What?! When? What happen Zathorin?!" Arimm said with a tone of worry. The fury in Zathorins eyes only became worse. The chains under the plate armor he wore strained under his tightly closed fists. "I was gathering fire wood just the other day and I came back, she was gone." The warrior reached into his pocket, taking out a note. "This was pinned to the wall.." He growled as he tossed the paladin the letter. Arimm opened the letter quickly, scanning over the words. Just the feeling he felt from just the paper alone gave away it was infact Cyrian and Xaldarien. The fel energy that was on the paper just by being in the same room and being written on by these two was unbelievable.

Zathorin walked past Arimm, holding the door knob tightly. "I am going after Xaldarien and Cyrian. As you read in the letter you are free to come with me if you wish. But I am not waiting anymore. I-" Zathorin felt the grip of the paladin on his shoulder. He turned, glaring at Arimm. "I am going with you, but do you even know where Cyrian and Xal are? None of us have been able to track where they are at. Every fight we've had with Xal hasn't been at his location..it's been in a place most likely no where near it." Arimm stated, looking straight in the eyes of the angered warrior.

Zathorin yanked his shoulder away from the paladin, turning fully around to him. The warrior stepped but just a few steps towards Arimm, glaring down at the young man. "I don't know where they are..but I will find them. Even if I have to search for years I will find them! Whether you come with me or not." The warrior growled with anger. Creedence closed his eyes, giving an annoyed huff.

"You can sit here and state that you are going to search and search, but what would happen if you never do? You'd be searching aimlessly for something you probably just have to turn and find." The echoing voice of the death knight stated, staring directly at the warrior. Zathorin turned his head to look at Creedence, eye level with the dead man. The stare between the two knights, the silence in the room was unnerving.

Seconds passed that felt like minutes. Everyone in the room had thought a fight would break between the Frost Knight and the Mercenary. Silence still filled the room until a new yet familiar voice was heard in the room. "I know where the guy is."

To be continued..

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Telling's of Past and Future

       Dearest Tirial,

I don't know if my letters have or will reach you, but I hope that things are well at home. Things here haven't gotten any better then they were. The Scourge continues to grow more and more. But we continue to fight on. For our lives, for the world. This war it..it's hard. I've seen what it does to people. This isn't just an ordinary war..no, you look into the abominations that have been created and it is like looking into the face of a nightmare. I can only pray that it will end soon.

I..miss you all. I hope the children are not mad at their papa. I miss them..I miss you. I hope to return home and hug you, Zathorin and Hestiana. I will return as soon as I can. Be well my love. Hug the children and tell them An'da loves them. I love you Tirial.

                                                      Your loving husband..                                                                     Always...

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As the woman moved her hands to her chest, holding the last letter she had ever recieved from her husband, tears ran down her cheeks. "I love you too..my darling Ocyrus." She held the letter to her chest for a long moment before folding it gently and sliding it back into the envelope it had came in. It was late evening. Zathorin and Kestriena were out in Silvermoon, spending sometime by themselves. Hestia and Leasiria were out by the shore, relaxing themselves. It had been a week since the family dinner. Since Tirial had told her family that her sickness was back and only getting worse then before. "Ocyrus..if you could see your son right now.." The older woman moved to the window, looking out at the shore. The moon was just peaking over the horizon. "You would be so..so proud of him. The warrior that he has become. Even if.." Her eyes closed tight. She knew of the experiment that was conducted on her son and it killed her to know she couldn't have kept her son safe from a monster like Cyrian.

All thoughts were cut off from the woman as the candles in her room went up in smoke. This small action caused her to jump slightly with a light gasp. The candles then re-lit but in a dark fel green flame. The older woman turned around only to see a dark image in the tall mirror against her wall, form within the reflection. "Even if your little boy has the slight side effects of that curse?" The womans eyes widened at the sound of that dark evil voice. The image in the mirror became more clear, showing a black and blood red robed, onyx haired man. The eyes, a dark fel green. Filled with evil with a smirk to match. "C-Cyrian..!" The woman whispered. The sadistic smirk on the man in the mirror only grew. "Don't look so happy to see me, Tirial. It's been quite sometime since we last saw each other." Tirial swallowed to try and gain her composure. She might be a little older, but she could still hold her own if the need arose. "What do you want, Cyrian? Why are you here after all of this time? Why are you hiding within a mirror?" The woman tried her hardest to hide her fear. She spoke with a voice of forced authority.

The man chuckled deeply. "It's been years since we've seen each other last and you sit here attacking me with this many questions. My, my Tirial..same as always." The man shook his head slowly. "I see that your..'sickness' has returned?" Cyrian tilted his head slightly. Tirial narrowed her eyes at the man. "I thought we had a deal Cyrian!?" The woman hissed, her hands clenching into fists. The man in the mirror closed his eyes and shook his head, giving a few tsks. "We did my dear. But you forget one small thing. The deal was, I take a large portion of your life away in hopes for it to help your son cope with the curse. And once his curse was dealt with, your sickness would fade." His eyes looked back at the woman who looked at him with confusion. "Then what is the problem then?! Why has it returned, Cyrian?!" The warlock slowly let a smirk that showed pure evil. "His little 'curse'...has yet to be dealt with. I have yet to find a cure. Reason for being..I was killed." The woman's eyes widened with a gasp. Her hands began to shake slightly at the mans words. "You..you were killed?! By who?!" The man rolled his eyes with a sigh of annoyance. "A student of mine..who I now reside in. For now. And don't sound so upset over my death. I know the real reason you are 'upset' is because..well.." The man smirked again. "You know for a fact..you and your son..cannot be cured." The womans eyes filled with tears at the mans words.

"You are a monster Cyrian..you knew this would happen!!" The woman said, picking up one of her shoes only to chuck it at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. A long moment of silence..only for it to be cut by the dark deep voice of the man once more. "If that is what you wish to believe..then so be it. I did not know I would die at the hands of my student. But I do know this.." The woman turned around to the window only for her eyes to widened with a scream escaping her lips. Her eyes looked up, staring at what seemed like a figure of the man in black and fel green smoke. "I will be returning to the world of the living within due time. And I will put the strength your son has developed to the test. Think of it as a doctor checking on his patient." The lips of the dark figure slowly formed a sadistic smile. The womans eyes lit up with light, her hands glowing brightly. Her lips moved quickly as she chanted a spell to herself only to cast the spell of light at the smokey dark figure. The smoking figure disappeared into nothing.

The woman panted. She was older yes. She knew how to fight, yes..but the sickness the man had cursed her with drained her energy very quickly. "Sad though.." The womans ears perked, hearing that voice once again. She looked around her room quickly, aiming her glowing light filled hand in front of her.

"Too bad you won't be around for the reunion...."

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What smells do you associate with your character?

I imagine Melisande as smelling somewhat warm…something sweet like honey mixed with a slight flower scent like lilacs or jasmine, but with an unmistakable note of warm musk underneath. She doesn’t have a strong scent, but someone who has a sensitive olfactory sense would certainly be able to smell her presence lingering in the room behind her, especially right after a bath.

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Word Association: Zathorin

Get in your muse’s headspace!  For each of the words below, add the first word that would come to your character’s mind!

Dinner - “Food”

Sky - “Freedom”

Trip - “Distance”

Season - “Winter”

Sleep - “Peace”

Comfort - “Coffee”

Family - “Children”

Black - “Clothing”

Fight - “Survive”

Restaurant - “Date”

Home - “Her”

Power - “Protect”

Steal - “Thief”

Ocean - “Freedom”

Drink - “Relaxation”

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