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evarcana · 3 years ago

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Taking it out on you

Ev attends the court meeting only to learn that sometimes the second impressions are just as bad as the first ones.

characters: Ev Panopolis, consul Valerius and brief appearance of Volta

words: ~3k

warnings: alcohol (as expected)

notes: On some point I gave up on the idea of Ev being the apprentice, as she just does not have this "MC energy". So this is an introduction to her story, because there is no better way to celebrate the 1 year anniversary of this blog than to remember that a very long time ago I used to write fanfiction.

It has been almost a month already. Almost a month since she came to Vesuvia, almost a month since she was told that her services were not required here. The thought makes Ev frown, but she keeps a quick pace, the sound of her impatient steps on the marble floor echoing through the palace corridor.

It is just before eleven o’clock, and the last of crisp morning sun pours over the rich mauve of lustrous silk drapes and the gold leaf of intricately carved murals, drawing out the warm scent of orange blossom and beeswax from the polished panels of precious wood. Vesuvian palace is exactly what she was promised - a great wonder, and yet Ev doubts it could give any lesser impression while the backdrop to its striking opulence is the city torn apart by disease and grief.

There are no servants or visitors in sight, and Ev’s only company in this seemingly endless corridor are paintings on the walls, depicting what she can only guess are some of the proud moments of Vesuvian history - people and places so foreign to her.

She does simple math in her head: two months and two days ago she was marching down the corridor of a very different palace, eager to be on time for the meeting with Crown Princess Nafizah despite the quite literal last minute notice, and not knowing yet that she was about to hear details of this so-called diplomatic mission.

Back then it sounded straightforward enough. Prakra couldn’t ignore the news of Count Lucio's tragic death, not least because that meant Princess Nadia, the youngest daughter of the Prakran royal family, was left widowed and with the daunting task of handling the red plague epidemic in Vesuvia all on her own. Any ruler could do with an extra pair of hands and any country could benefit from the alliance with Prakra, especially in times of crisis like this. And it would have stayed straightforward if only the discovery of Countess Nadia’s mysterious illness and the unexpected, unreasonable, outrageous hostility of Vesuvian court did not bring this crisis to the whole new, now personal, level.

In theory, Ev did not have to deal with any of that. She could use the excuse that it was only appropriate to deliver such unsettling news about Nadia in person, go back and forget everything that happened in this palace like one of those unpleasantly bizarre dreams you get after a night of drinking. But Vesuvia was still the city Prakra cared about, Nadia’s city, and as far as Ev knew none of the people who came to be in charge of it were appointed by her. Prakran diplomatic presence was perhaps the only way to look after Nadia’s interests until she woke up. Even if Ev had no actual power over the court, returning to Prakra without accomplishing at least something felt like a failure, and failure has never been an option for Ev. With that in mind, she pressed the seal with enough force to imprint Prakran royal crest on the desk and not just on the drop of red wax marking the envelope, and stayed.

Now, after a month of living in the city, she has learned to see that there is more to her new role than just misfortunes. Her relocation allowance is generous, her new place is nicer than what she had in Prakra and she is getting rather used to the convenience of the wine shop next door. Even if parts of it are foreign and unwelcoming, Ev feels at ease in Vesuvia. The tension in her body relaxes, and she thinks maybe this palace can eventually get used to her too, but the thought faints away as soon as she sees the salon door. Ev presses a pile of papers closer to her chest and tells herself that she can think about everything else another time - the court meeting is about to start.

She pushes the door open but immediately freezes on the spot stricken by the gagging wave of nausea - nails dirty with soil and blood, sickly sweet buttercream pastries and rustle of feathers covered in mud. It is no more than a faint impression but even through the fogged mind Ev recognises the feeling - it is vestige, the afterimage of magic. She has felt it before, many times and in many different forms but never has it made her feel physically sick. What is even more unusual is that such a revolting sensation is coming from the palace quarters. One would expect tingles of bubbles from the charmed fountains of never ending sparkling wine or at least the impression of whispers, premium tea, treacle and bitter ambition from the walls which have been magically given ears, and not... whatever this is. Ev draws a deep breath, pushing down into her diaphragm and looks around the room. The salon is not set up for the court meeting, instead there is a tray of food and stacks of empty plates towering on almost every flat surface. Her eyes stop on greasy remains looking terribly out of place on the delicate porcelain plate and she unconsciously covers her mouth. Maybe she is mistaken after all - it is the strange smell of food and not some kind of creepy magic, and, more importantly, maybe this is not the salon she was looking for.

Before Ev gets a chance to mentally blame the chamberlain for giving her the wrong directions, a tiny figure appears from behind the chair. The white cornette is instantly recognisable and Ev is about to ask procurator Volta whether she is here for the court meeting too when she sees that behind the commotion of dark robes Volta is frantically trying to push the whole roast rack of lamb down her mouth. Dear gods. Somewhat unsurprisingly, one of the bones appears to be stuck. Clearly having not expected to have an audience, the procurator widens her eyes at Ev in a mixture of terror and shame. Unable to speak, after a few incoherent squeaks, she throws her tiny hands in the air helplessly, spattering herself with gravy and gestures to the open French doors leading to the balcony. Without giving it too much thought, Ev gives Volta a quick nod and takes an opportunity to escape the awkwardness of the scene.

Wrapped in the soft shade of the balcony, consul Valerius is casually leaning back in the chair, with the usual glass of wine in his hand. Even before she reaches the doors, Ev sets her eyes on his face. The consul is looking away, his face carved and unmovable, the tight knot of dark eyebrows making him look ireful and disgruntled, like one of those statues of stern gods she saw growing up in Zadith. Her next step lands much quieter and then, there steps in, Ev stops and stands very still wondering what thoughts could possibly bring this storm to Valerius’s face. Sun would suit him much more, she thinks, her eyes curiously trailing down the golden glints of his hair.

A loud snort catches Ev off guard and she realises that Valerius is now facing her, looking considerably more displeased than before, no doubt because of her. That’s more like it. How could she forget that this man is the very cause of her problems.

“Could I please have some of your time, consul?” she asks, heading straight towards him. Greetings seem excessive, they didn’t necessarily part on friendly terms last time.

“I didn't expect to see you here again.”

Ev allows herself a smirk. “I know.” I am not here to do what you expect from me. She stops inches away from his chair looking down at him, apparently enjoying the close proximity which, considering their formal relationship and the consul’s well known bad temper, could be regarded as both highly inappropriate and potentially reckless. But Valerius only turns away, more interested in his drink than in her.

“I have been studying the treasury records,” she continues, searching his face for any kind of reaction. His lips curl up in a sneer as he takes a sip of wine, but his eyes are still firmly fixed on the horizon. Ev follows his gaze expecting to see some radical change to the surrounding landscape, but there is only faint outline of the city roofs behind the lush green of the palace's vast grounds, - no columns of smoke, no ominous looking storm clouds gathering in the distance, nothing that could possibly be more interesting than her. Whatever. “Your tax system - ,” she hands Valerius neatly arranged papers, which he completely ignores,“- it is not working.”

“Vesuvian tax system remained largely unchanged for the last two generations, this is how these matters are handled traditionally,” says Valerius, once again denying Ev courtesy of eye contact.

Ev’s mouth twists at the sound of the last words. Too worried the conservative mindset might be contagious, she quickly withdraws her hand and takes a step back.

“I trust you understand that sometimes one should focus on what works, and not what is traditional,” she says, doing her best to disguise the growing irritation. “You don’t attract nearly as much foreign trade as you used to.”

What comes next is a very profound, uncomfortable silence. Ev sighs.

“Consul, you had plague in the city, people died,” her voice is louder now, “lots of people died”, and the irritation is obvious. “And Vesuvia cannot exist without its people. Somebody needs to bring food from the farmlands, make clothes, teach children, attend to the sick. Yes, in the past you could always import whatever you did not have but now people are scared to come because of the plague. You -”, she pauses in anticipation noticing Valerius shifting in his seat, but he only reaches for the bottle to top up his glass, “- you need to do something to make it attractive for them again. Lower the customs, lift the taxes for people whose skills you need, sell empty real estate cheap. There is plenty all around the city!”

Deep down Ev knows that none of these is going to work long term, but she doesn't care - she wants to do something and she wants to do it now.

Yet, nothing changes. She is still standing there, and he is still looking away. Ev would prefer him to disagree, start arguing with her - anything really, as long as it breaks this silence.

“Fine! If you don’t feel like changing this traditional system of yours, even temporarily, at least fix your mistakes.” Ev starts chaotically flipping through the papers searching for the one she needs, which would be a much easier task, if she was less flurried and if Valerius offered her a seat. She wonders whether he is now watching her, sneering at her struggle. “Your approved accounts, here,” this time she brusquely puts the paper in front of Valerius’s face blocking his view, “your numbers do not even add up! ”

For a split second she sees something on his face - a twitch, a flick of rage, and thinks that she has gone too far. But his question comes out in a calm, almost disinterested tone: “What makes you think that somebody like you is even qualified to check the city’s budget approved by the esteemed procurator Volta?”

A moment passes before Ev is able to break from staring at Valerius in disbelief. She glances to the salon where, judging by the sound, Volta has freed her mouth only to move to the next dish. Seriously? Perhaps she should be impressed that he managed to say it with the straight face.

And then there is a chilling sensation at the pit of Ev’s stomach. She asks herself what is going on here? What is this city under the reign of a person who questions everything and everyone except the obvious mistake in the accounts? And what is she - ? Angry, she reminds herself, is what she is, and throws a look at Valerius, who is taking another sip from his glass as in triumph. You don’t need to be qualified, you just need to have common sense. And you, Valerius, either don’t have it or you were not even bothered to look at what your court approves.

She pictures him lazily drinking wine, legs on the desk, his shirt unbuttoned, while completely ignoring his state duties. The image is irritating and yet not entirely unpleasant.

“We both know that I come from a family of alchemists and merchants. Trust me, I know how to count,” she says with a smile. It sounded right in her head, a ridiculous answer to the ridiculous question.

“I thought that during our last meeting you said that you had nothing to do with your witchcraft family.” A perfectly raised eyebrow, and that infuriating smirk.

Ev opens her mouth in protest but gives up quickly. Those were her exact words after all, save for the witchcraft part.

She begins to pace around the balcony avoiding looking at Valerius as much as possible. The consul clearly has a way of getting on her nerves, and she needs all her concentration if she wants to explain what exactly will happen to this goddamn city if they carry on with this approved budget.

“Think about the consequences for the people if this mistake is not corrected!” she shouts, her voice much louder than she would like it to be, and quickly turns to Valerius expecting a blowback. But the pale eyes are looking down, studying something on the floor, or on the edge of the fabric of her long sleeve, she really can’t tell. Oh gods, he is not even paying attention.

***

Valerius has firmly decided that he is not going to pay any attention.

The time of plague was exhausting: the palace suddenly full of people of all kinds and intentions promising to find a cure, pleas for help on the streets which he could not escape even behind the doors of the most expensive carriages, the count who was growing more desperate everyday and the white smoke of the Lazaret carried by the sea breeze towards the city, the memory of which still haunts him. And now there is the Satrinavas’ new pet here having an audacity to talk about his city’s problems - the problems which, out of all people, he should know the most about, he is the consul after all, and a Vesuvian.

Vesuvia he inherited is haggard and sad, and on top of that an enormous responsibility. The last thing he needs is a stranger questioning his authority, as if the incompetent court and the city demanding their beloved countess back have not been tiresome enough. Valerius lets out a short, barely audible sigh. He just wants this farce to be over so he can go back to thinking.

But the witch is not planning to stop, if anything she seems to be enjoying it. Look at her. Absorbed by herself and her ludicrous ideas, she is loud and talks too much with her hands. Her dress keeps slipping down the shoulder draping around the soft curve of a half barred breast every time she does one of these unnecessary, overconfident gestures. Valerius has absolutely no idea whether this is deliberate or she is simply unaware of the indecency which keeps drawing his eyes.

He tries to distract himself by taking a drink of wine only to discover that his glass, just like the air around him, is full of this loud perfume of hers. Harsh cinnamon, incense and patchouli, very much alike their owner, have no concept of the personal space ruining the perfect balance of his red. The wine is not helping. He catches himself looking at the shoulder again. In fact, absolutely useless. He sets his unfinished glass aside on the small table. Valerius has had enough.

***

“Enough!” Valerius shouts. His voice is suddenly deep and rather forceful and Ev hates that it has the desired effect on her. She stops and looks at him. “You were not invited to the court meeting.” The consul’s face looks awfully angry now.

Ev narrows her eyes. “And what exactly are you doing at your court meeting?”

“That should not be a concern of the Prakran subject”, Valerius says, his words dripping with poison, “or whoever you are.”

“I am a diplomatic emissary -,” she does not get a chance to finish.

“Leave!”

Ev wants to scream and protest, but even she knows better than to yell at somebody who outranked her. She draws a breath. One, two, three. All right.

“I only came to give you the papers”, she says coldly, her eyes still locked on his, and leans forward to place the documents on the table. “But I am taking this away, one should work without the distraction of wine.”

With these words Ev snatches the glass from the table, turns away and heads toward the exit as fast as she can without breaking into running. She does not want to look like she is scared that Valerius will grab her by the arm. If anything she is slightly disappointed that he doesn’t.

“My regards to the court,” she raises her hand and waves the glass in the air without looking back. Behind her there is a sound of paper being torn apart.

***

Ev only slows down when she reaches the main staircase.

Suddenly feeling very tired, she leans against the handrail. Again, what is she doing here? Why did she need to turn up in person when she could send a letter? Ev closes her eyes and rubs her fingers together as if feeling for answers in the whorls of her own skin, and remembers about the glass in her hand. Another bad decision. It would have been wiser to take the bottle.

She raises the glass to her lips and breathes in the wine. It’s pleasant. Perhaps she would prefer its company to the boring palace affairs too. Ev twists the glass in her hand, eying the smooth rim before drawing one long sip. It leaves a blush mark of her lips firmly planted on the surface which she studies for a few seconds. “You better be as angry as I am now”, she says to the dark liquid at the bottom of the glass.

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atypicalacademic · 4 years ago

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Sanzhar Jai Samal

Perhaps my hands slipped and here’s a tiny picrew-and-bio for Sanzhar Jai Samal, younger brother to Nurlan Samal, and consort to the Crown Princess of Prakra.

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 27

Orientation: Pansexual; Gray-Aromantic

Zodiac: Cancer Sun, Pisces Moon, Virgo Rising

LI: Nafizah Satrinava

Favorite Flower, Food and Drink: Cherry blossoms, Mussel Pilaf, Hibiscus tea

Masquerade Costume: Seahorse

Patron Arcana: The High Priestess ( Upright : Hidden talents, Intuition, Mystery, Spiritual insight, Things yet to be revealed. Reversed: Information withheld, Lack of personal harmony, Secrets.)

And a few misc HCs under the cut:

Seven years younger than his sister, Sanzhar was born and brought up in South End- quite a few years after his family had left the South behind.

Though he experienced a lot more financial security and comforts than Nurlan did, the inn was still his family’s project, and their lifeline, and quite a lot of the time, the pace at which they expected him to function- the pace at which his parents and sisters always functioned- practical, passionate, constantly improvising, was at odds with how Sanzhar wanted to interact with the world.

Nurlan and Sanzhar loved each other dearly, but he was her polar opposite- thoughtful where she was impulsive, sensitive where she appeared to be tough, shy where she was outgoing, dreamy where she appeared to be driven- and a lot of the time, when she tugged him along, the inertia hurt, and when she didn’t- he felt left behind.

He grew to learn how to avoid parts of his life that felt unpleasant- confrontation, responsibilities, small deprivations- often to his own detriment, and he was often chided for always having his head in the clouds and not “showing up” for his family and his community.

Their relationship did get better as they grew older- but he did not want to Go Along anymore- and so he quickly went the other way. When he was sixteen, he left for Zadith to study magic- and it was in alchemy, particularly in architectural alchemy, with it’s careful measures and need for patience, that he really found his footing.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t need to hurry.

He was still there when the plague hit Vesuvia, and though he wanted to return,stricken by guilt at how he didn’t help, especially after his sister lost her wife to it, his family begged him to stay away.

It was at a symposium on alchemy that he met the Nafizah- she was a special guest, as the Crown Princess of Prakra. They hit it off immediately- talking and chatting about magic and books and their shared interests till nightfall, and by the end of the seven-day-symposium, he’d very nearly fallen in love with her. (It still took them a while more to get together- neither of them knew how to rush, but in his heart, Sanzhar knew that in this distant land, he had found someone who felt like home.)

He was fascinated by her calm and grace and wisdom, at how gentle she was, even with the weight of her all her responsibilities. While Sanzhar brought a lot of lightness and vivacity and all his intuitive understanding to Nafizah’s life, she helped him to find balance in his own strengths, and to face up to the difficult things that he’d always defaulted to running away from.

After training under various masters, Sanzhar set up his own practice in Zadith for a while, before moving to Prakra to be closer to Nafizah, after they got together.

His hobbies include reading and writing poetry, embroidery, scouring the streets and galleries for artwork he can admire (and buy, later on, when he began to be able to afford it), and his minor magical specialization, is astronomy. Him and Nafizah spent a lot of their early courtship stargazing, and reading and whispering to each other at the Palace library.

He speaks four languages- his native Nankhen, Vesuvian, Zadithi, and Prakran.

Out of the Main Six, Sanzhar’s closest to Asra- they were both playmates and dreamers, and Asra was the one who introduced him to his earliest forms of magic. (His sister did try, but she’s a pyromancer, and he’s entirely hopeless at it.)

(Picrew used: https://picrew.me/image_maker/261298)

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divine-themoonmaiden · 4 years ago

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Asra! I have the most wonderful news!!!"

✨✨✨

As the story goes, Asra & Divine met at the masquerade nine years ago. Little did Asra know, she was an angel, & little did Divine know, that he would sacrifice anything to get her back...

✨ In the old days angels would serve as messengers or protectors to all those who needed them, some still do. Angels are born with the gift of magic and are natural magicians. The child of a human and an angel results in someone fully capable of magic, and sometimes with wings. ✨

Divine's only aunt (on her mother's side), Amia, was a wingless half-angel who owned a magic shop in Vesuvia, teaching Divine all she can about nature magic, Divine's preferred & strongest magic. Divine's mother, Edith, was a winged half-angel who was loved by animals, and shared that gift with Divine. Liam, her father, was an angel with a gift for herbal remedies as well as painting. Divine loves drawing, especially flowers, and together she and her father made a book of herbal remedies of all sorts, filled with Liam's neat script and Divine's beautiful drawings which Liam would color beautifully with paint. They lived quite a distance from Vesuvia, in a cozy little cottage nestled in a meadow near the forest. Every weekend Divine would visit her beloved aunt to help out in the shop and expand her knowledge of nature magic. Divine's dream was to live in the shop with her aunt, to live in Vesuvia and work in the shop with her aunt was a dream come true. With her parents blessings and support, at 16 she moved into the shop, coincidentally, a day before the arrival of the seventh princess of Prakra, Nadia Satrinava. That morning Divine and her aunt got up early to see the arrival of the new Countess. The streets were adorned for her arrival, she was elegant and poised, how Divine admired her. She got off her elegant steed and stopped to talk with the awestruck townsfolk, Amia encouraged her and Divine approached the princess, a purple and white flower crown in her hands. She smiled sweetly and handed her the flower crown.

"Welcome to Vesuvia princess"

The princess flashed a genuine smile.

"Thank you, please, call me Nadia"

✨From there, a wonderful friendship blossomed, writing to each other, Divine helping Nadia escape the burden life for some time.✨

When it came time for the masquerade, Divine helped her aunt close up shop early to get ready for the masquerade, they went their separate ways, Amia trusting Divine. Divine didn't get far before the crowd pushed her towards a small booth behind their shop. She decided to look at the booth while the crowd died down a bit, she bit her lip, realizing she had forgotten her mask. Her eyes lit up upon seeing the booth lined with masks, she picked one up that perfectly matched her simple flowy butterfly gown. Finally, she looked up at who was running the booth, his bright purple eyes meeting hers (He was 18 at the time). He seemed mesmerized for a moment before gathering his thoughts.

"Would you like me to read your fortune ma'am?" He asked, extending his hand

Divine smiled, for Amia was one of the best fortune tellers in Vesuvia.

"No thank you, I have a few tricks up my sleeves too." She smiled and held out her palm, a small lavender sprouted from it. The fortune teller watched, awestruck, and Divine set down the money and the flower, smiling at him, before she was pulled away, once again caught in the wave of the crowd.

Both of them frequently thought of that night, wondering when they would see each other again.

✨✨one year later✨✨

Divine was shopping in the marketplace when someone backed into her, she turned around and smiled upon seeing those familiar bright purple eyes.

"It's you! From the fortune teller booth last year!" She said

He smiled in response, shifting his bag.

"I never did get your name."

"It's Divine, and, yours?"

"Asra"

✨They became close friends, visiting Nadia in the palace every so often, slowly, their friendship evolved, and they slowly fell in love. They loved each other so very much. Divine's parents and Aunt met him, and they adored him. She revealed her true nature to him, and she would often wrap Asra in wing hugs, and some nights she fell asleep in Asra's arms as he groomed her wings. They understood each other, they were there for each other, it's true love✨

✨✨a year and a half later✨✨

It was the day of the masquerade, Asra lay in a clearing, watching the evening clouds pass by as he thought of Divine. Muriel and Divine got along, he talked to her, their conversations. He closed his eyes, basking in the sun. Soon he felt a breeze upon his skin, & if he listened carefully, he could hear the soft beating of wings. He opened his eyes & down she descended into the clearing, her long gown trailing behind her, the wind caressing her hair. She looked even more radiant than usual, like the gift from heaven she was he thought.

"Asra! I have the most wonderful news!"

"What is it my love?" He asked smiling

My Aunt said yes! You can live with us at the shop!!!"

They hugged, ecstatic to begin this new chapter in their lives together, to start settling in together. They put on their masks and headed hand in hand to the masquerade. The stars shone brighter that night ✨✨✨✨✨

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saltyspaceboi · 5 years ago

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The Crown Princess Nafizah or Prakra

#arcana #n5wf #the arcana #nadias sisters #nafizah satrinava #the arcana nafizah #nafizah #turtle #art

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remi-demi94 · 5 years ago

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The Arcana Inktober Day 11

Hey, hey, hey! It's Day 11 of #thearcanainktober2019 !!! Today's prompt: Prakra Princess Nadia , and last year's: The Hanged Man.

This day's prompt was a tough one for me because I couldn't decide on how to draw Nadia, so I ended up drawing her as a child with that infamous crown from the wheel of fortune tale! Also... I just really loved that laugh sprite of The Hanged Man so I had to draw it! 🤣

#thearcanainktober2019 #inktober2019 #inktober #thearcanagame #thearcanegame #The Arcana #the arcana nadia #the arcana #nadia route #nadia x apprentice #nadia #nadia satrinava #countess nadia #prakran Princess #TheHangedMan #official tarot deck #tarot cards #the hanged man

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nadiasteponmepls · 5 years ago

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Moodboard and some basic information about my favourite apprentice, because I'm dumb and I can't draw. I'm planning on making a whole fanfic about her relationship with Nadia, but feel free to ask about her!

The broken and foolish apprentice with a dark past and a royal title.

First Name: Cassandra (but she'll tell you to call her "Cass")

Middle Name: Cordelia

Last Name: Reeve

Age: 31 at the beginning of the game

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Title: Crown Princess

Birthplace: Ovrilon

Mother: Zara Reeve ✝

Father: Wulfacar Reeve

Younger Brother: Unnamed ✝

MBTI type: INFJ (believe me, she's a softie inside)

Zodiac: Scorpio Sun, Leo Moon, Aries Rising

Birthday: October 31

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Grey

Height: 6'1"

Preferred Route: Nadia

Familiar: a female black panther named Hecate

Cassandra is the only child of the Queen and King of the Ovrilonian Empire, which is one of the biggest countries on the North, quite far away from Prakra. The princess was in her early teens when her mother died while giving birth to Cass' brother. Unfortunately, the child didn't live for a long time and followed his mother to death. Wulfacar inherited the throne from his dead wife and named Cassandra as his only heir. To ease the young girl's pain and take her mind off of her mother's death, her father sent her away from Ovrilon to travel the world and study different things from different places. Cassandra is a well-trained warrior with great magical abilities, though she's not capable of using all of her powers, because her father never let her stay at her aunt's place in Vesuvia for too long, who is an old but powerful magician. She returned to Ovrilon at her eighteenth birthday and saw it's terrible state. She tried to open her father's eyes about how bad things are in their country, but Wulfacar never listened to her, and he sent her into the battlefield instead. Cass didn't like the idea of leading soldiers into the battle, but she obeyed her father and began her life as a warrior princess. People say she once got captured by the enemy during her travels, and they tried to sell her as a slave, then she broke out of her prison and fought against twenty men barehanded, but she insists that's only a rumour. She fought against many enemies and saw even more things within the next three years, then she disappeared, and no one saw her since then.

She's a snack.

#arcana #the arcana #the arcana game #nadia x mc #nadia x apprentice #nadia route #the arcana apprentice #arcana apprentice #the arcana moodboard #fan apprentice moodboard #moodboard #apprentice cassandra cordelia reeve

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celeste-the-tarotist · 6 years ago

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I don’t know if this has been talked about, but I replayed Book XV today and I noticed that Portia introduces Nafizah as the crown princess. That would possibly mean that with this title and as the eldest Satrinava daughter, Nafizah is the heir to the throne of Prakra! If one or both of Nadia’s parents die, Nafizah will become the Queen of Prakra.

#the arcana game #the arcana #nafizah #nadia #nadia satrinava

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atypicalacademic · 4 years ago

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all odd numbers for my boy sanzhar?

Where’s that “all my love goes to you” reaction image when I need it-

1. What is their occupation in the Arcana World?

Sanzhar’s an alchemist by profession- his specialization is architectural alchemy. He set up his own practice in Zadith after training there, before he met Nafizah and moved to Prakra. So now he’s an architect-alchemist and consort to the Crown Princess.

3. Do they have any family members?

Aside from his parents- Zhannur and Jaideep, and Nurlan of course, he has his grandparents and the rest of their tribe back in the Southern Steppes, near where Muriel’s people lived. The journey from Prakra to there is Long, but post-canon he tries to visit once a year or a couple years.

5. Where are they during the main Masquerade? Were they invited royals or just townsfolk who decided to stop in when Nadia opened it to everyone?

Sanzhar and Nafizah were together by the time ‘Fizah got invited to the Masquerade, and San was struck with Oh fuck I have not seen my family in years. He came down a little earlier, around the time of Julian’s trial, but at the Masquerade, Seahorse boy was very much with Nafizah, and that is where she asked him if he wanted to make it official and be her consort. In Lucio’s route, the High Priestess leads him to her through the realms, and they stand guard for the world turtle together.

7. If you have an apprentice character, do they know each other? If you don’t have an apprentice character, would your OC be someone who knows/knew the general MC character or not (whether or not they would feature in the routes)?

I have two- Sanzhar had left to Zadith by the time both Balam and Haider had reached Vesuvia. San’s close to Asra, so he knew of them from vague references through Asra’s occasional letter. Post-canon he does meet them- he’s sort of in awe of Haider, and Balam and Portia are practically his siblings-in-law, and while they Are Rowdy, he’s quite fond of them.

9. Do they have a patron arcana? If so, what, and why?

The High Priestess. Intuition, mystery and insight are central to how he sees the world- he approaches everything through introspection, and places a great deal of value in thought and sensitivity. On the flip side, he’s so wrapped up in his internal world that he forgets to engage, or avoids what’s effectively “outside”, or voice his feelings when he needs to- or when others really, really need him to.

11. If they romance one of the main LI, how much does the story change for them?

He doesn’t. Like, if he hadn’t been with Nafizah I can sort of see him with Nadia, but really. He doesn’t show up back in Vesuvia till the thick of things- in true San-San fashion.

13. What’s one of their least favorite memories?

Right after the Plague ended, he came back to Vesuvia to ostensibly support his sister through her loss. She wouldn’t let him- he was furious with himself for being still intimidated by her, hurt that she wouldn’t let him- and she was both emotionally exhausted and didn’t know how to talk to him anymore- and it was a whole mess, and he left in a few days because he couldn’t stand it, and he didn’t know what to do.

15. Song that fits their vibes-

Laura Shigihara’s “Everything’s Alright”

Why do my words Always lose their meaning? What I feel, what I say There's such a rift between them He said, "I can't Really seem to read you. " I just stood there Never know what I should do When this world is no more The moon is all we'll see I'll ask you to fly away with me

That’s San-San through and through.

17. What’s something (personality aspects, body type, hobbies, etc.) that they find attractive in others?

Answered here! but also, he has a subconscious Thing for long fingers- they look so pretty to him, even though he has them too, and everytime Nafizah someone plays with their hands he finds he can’t stop noticing them.

19. Who’s someone that they just can’t stand? (One of the Main 6, another OC, etc.)

All of the Courtiers. I mean of course, as a South-End boy he was raised with a healthy disrespect for the Palace and the Count, but like, he cannot stand to be around any of the Courtiers all of them make him extremely anxious.

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omg that ask is so cute! i was thinking of n. 12 for aida, 9 for aarcha and 4 for sanzhar! + n. 20 for everyone if you want ♥

*Manju voice* GOOD TO SEE YOU!

(Okay, to clarify, Aida is Nurlan’s wife, who died of the plague three years before Nurlan meets Julian. Aarcha Naayagi is best friends with Haider and romances Nasmira. Sanzhar is Nurlan’s younger brother, and he’s consort to Crown Princess Nafizah.)

Whew. This long.

From the Non MC OC asks

12. What’s one of their favorite memories? (Aida)

Her wedding day, for sure. Neither of them had the money for a grand or elaborate celebration. Everything was hand made or handed down, but it only made it sweeter when Nurlan took her hand, and she could barely hear the vows or see the All Faith’s Square through the blur of happiness and tears. She really wasn’t expecting it to be so emotional, because both of them were well aware that they’ve loved each other for most of their lives and didn’t need to put a ring on it to prove it, but neither of them neither could say “my wife” for the next couple of weeks without blushing and/or tearing up, nor could they hold back on saying it, every single chance they could get, and then some.

9. Do they have connections to the major arcana? If so, what, and why? (Aarcha)

Justice. Aarcha’s Law School background only helped her sharpen her ability to evaluate an issue from every side, analyzing every possible argument and the convictions she arrives at from that point, are near-unshakeable. To that end, she’s also rankled the most by injustice and unfairness, and being an expert in Martial and Military Law, she sees a hell lot of it, every instance only leaving her even angrier and more determined. It’s a huge part of why she pushed back as hard as she did, writing and petioning and drumming up support from every possible corner that she can to put as much pressure as she can and then some, to shut down Vesuvia’s Coliseum. (Plus, Justice and Nasmira's Strength make a dynamite combination.)

4. Where were they during the plague in Vesuvia? (Sanzhar)

In Zadith, studying magic. Sanzhar left home as soon as he turned eighteen. and apprenticed under a couple of big metaphysical names in Zadith and set up his own practice thereafter. Word took a while to reach Zadith, and by the time he was thinking of going over to help, the ports were closed and his family begged him to stay away. They opened shortly after he heard the news about his sister in law Aida’s death, and he came back, briefly. Nurlan wouldn’t talk to him, or anyone, and wouldn’t even cry where anyone could see her, and not knowing what to do, he left again in a couple of days.

20. Share one piece of lore that you want everyone to know!

Haider’s Parents- Zainaba’s from Prakra,and was known as one of the greatest Green Magicians of her time, and Tasveer Wazim’s family were travelling poets and bards who hailed from the Fennekh Desert. Haider’s father himself was much more of an artist than a poet, but that didn’t stop him from writing very dramatic sets of badly rhymed Prakran couplets to recite pointedly from the rooftop of Zainaba’s house when he was apprenticing under her parents, until she finally went and said something to the effect of “If you've got something to say, Wazim, are you gonna say it to my face, or-?”

Thangam Maitreya- Balam and Thangam’s family are also from Prakra, from a smaller town, and notorious social climbers who lived most of their lives trying to inch their kids into the Royal Court. After Balam’s death and disappearance, certain that she can’t wait on her sibling to get her out of there, Thangam managed to set off on her own, securing an apprenticeship under Nazali Satrinava. After her reunion with Balam, she moved into Vesuvia with him/her. Doctor Satrinava was great, but battlefields are so not Thangam’s style, so she’s assisting Julian in South End ‘til she’s ready to set up her own practice. (She’s sort of eyeing that Court Physician Title).

Aida Lorenzi - Used to run the teashop at South End that Julian liked for it's smoky tea. (The one where he takes you to), that was since then turned into the Community Theatre. She grew up without a family, often having to resort to stealing and pickpocketing to keep herself fed. By the time she was 18, she was quite a part of Nurlan's family, and they lent her the money she needed to start the teashop, and her head for business turned it into a wild success, up until she met her untimely, unfortunate demise from the plague.

Sanzhar- Met and fell in love with Nafizah Satrinava at a symposium for alchemy and associated magic. They’re both busy people, but he loves to surprise her by being the dashing romantic and climbing in through her chamber-windows and in-disguise-but-not-quite taking her out dancing in dive-bars and taverns. Whenever Nafizah’s caught up in Crown Princess business and couldn’t catch some time to spend with him, she sends elaborately calligraphed love notes to him via Daarude for moral support. It’s, well...a bit slow, but Daarude always gets treats and pets for the valiant effort.

Aarcha Naayagi- Is actually, cousin to Kadambari Naayagi. Unlike Kaathu, her side of the family moved away quite amicably from the West to focus more on administrative work and martial law, both of which were acceptable to Grandma Kadhiravi, unlike Kaathu’s love for the arts. Aarcha doesn’t meet Kadambari properly until After Everything, and she loves her, loves her partner, and thinks she and Muriel are amazing together. Muriel knows how hard Aarcha had worked to shut down the Coliseum for good, and he...he appreciates it. And he’s said so. He thinks she deserves to hear it, and he’s whittled out Justice’s scales and Strength’s likeness for Aarcha and Nasmira’s anniversary.

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