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talldarkandroguesome · 2 years ago

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11th of Sun’s Dawn, Loredas

It has been such a joy to be out of Mournhold. And spending some time with Tel away from world ending situations and just the two of us was very pleasant.

Part of me had been rather worried about how Tel often sees Dunmeri culture as inherently better, more correct. I did not wish to appear ignorant or to be the sort of mer that travels abroad only to make themself feel more secure in the notion of their own correctness or to see others as lesser. Yet I knew that there was no way to help expand Tel’s views if they are simply to remain in their isolated little circle of Armigers there on Vvardenfell.

I hoped to expand their world a little. As a friend, I could see the curiosity and interest in other peoples and their culture and I did not wish to take Tel to Shadowfen, which in many places has a history of being under the sway of Morrowind. I did not want anything which might confirm to Tel any of their misguided notions of Dunmeri superiority in any way.

Yet there was a great fear that they might do or say something which would prove that I had only worsened this viewpoint or that I, too, might be judged for their words or actions.

There was really only one incident of the sort, which happened very early on. As we left the Mages Guild building there in Lilmoth and began to wind our way through the beautiful street that rose and fell over the ground, Tel called the architecture of the place quaint.

I was very on edge that my fear should be realized so soon and I told them there was nothing quaint about it and should they like to see precisely the reason for it. I give Tel credit for their curiosity and I showed them the few stone building of the city. Their slanted stature, the stones half sunk into the ground that was far too saturated with water to withstand the weight of such a structure, stood as a contrast to the rest of the town built up upon grand stilts. I explained the failed attempts of the Imperials to bring their culture to Murkmire and establish themselves as the superior culture. In a place like this, if you did not learn from those who knew it best, you were doomed to failure.

Tel looked very thoughtful, but said little, looking to the rest of the city with eyes wide with excitement. They said nothing more, other than to ask a bit about the stilts themselves. I had to plead ignorance to much of their questions, but assured them that I had hired a guide to take us around on the morrow who would no doubt be far more able to answer any questions they had.

We explored the various shops and got ourselves acquainted with the city. Despite the time of year, it was already rather balmy and I was glad to have changed into some locally appropriate attire before we arrived. The winds were still cool, but felt great against my skin as I sweat lightly from our jaunt up and down the raised streets. I thought fondly of the scolding that Qau-dar would have given me for having my torso so exposed. Of how he would get so upset about it. How I miss him dearly.

We stopped so that we could get Tel some appropriate clothing as well. Green is a popular color for attire here and it was easy to find many things which suited Tel’s hair and complexion. And I did not mind being able to glance over and see quite so much of them.

We stopped to eat and had a delightful meal of some of the local catfish, fried in a fragrant oil, served with stewed, spiced vegetables, and stone baked plantain cakes. The whole meal was delightful and refreshing concluded with fresh local fruits dusted with roasted cocoa nibs and vanilla seeds, and the slightly touch of salt. Tel seemed so enthralled by the cooking that I may have let out an audible sigh of relief. I had been worried that they would not enjoy it, but the way they gobbled the whole thing up, I was able to relax a bit.

We spent a bit of time at the music shop, mostly so that we could hear some of the instruments particular to that part of Black Marsh. They are such a delight to hear, including the vossa-satl, which I have only ever seen sitting unplayed before. The frogs needed to induce the delightful tones of the instrument are very particular and native to Murkmire, so to have the chance to hear one was a particular treat. I had so much to do when last I was in Murkmire, more than fifty years ago, that I never had the opportunity.

We took in some street performances and then retired to our inn, the amusingly named Lusty Argonian Footman. Clearly a nod to the famous book series, but in a cheeky way. The proprietress, Jasudei, was a very wise and spiritual sort and would say the most profound things as though they were merely small talk. She was a great source of information about the city and put us up in a delightful little suite. Tel and I spent most of the evening catching up about things and speaking of subjects from our letters. We had another delightful meal of spiced meat and vegetables with some form of grain I have never known the name of before, but that has a delightful bit of crunch to it. Again, the meal was finished with those delightful local fruits and we retired early, that we might be able to rise with the dawn and begin our explorations.

Tel kept trying to get me to go to sleep right away, but I wanted to catch up in a more intimate manner before slumber. It is a good thing the bed was so sturdy, for we surely had made up for lost time. And soon enough we found ourselves spent and exhausted.

Tel stroked my hair and I found it rather easy to drift off to sleep, though I knew to stay somewhat alert, we were in a strange place and I can never trust a place that I knew inside and out, let alone one I do not. We were at disadvantage should any assassins or robbers be wishing to make their attempts.

And yet, it was not some outside force that caused me to jolt from my rest, but those fetching nightmares. Damn Luayl and his stupid training course. I knew when I was going to lay down that I could not simply shut off my dreams in a single night, it takes a couple of days to manage it one way or the other. And so I had to consign myself to having the dreams, and the full force of the memory of them.

So there I was, the fading vision of those golden hands, bloodied with my son’s blood, trembling, trying to will away the thoughts. Knowing that they were not real, yet still feeling the grip of the terror on my heart. I knew Sildras was safe. There was no way the Thalmor could slip into Mournhold so easily, let alone my home. My son was fine. He was. I knew it in my mind.

Yet the visions continued to play over and over again, even as they were fading.

Then a hand came up and pressed to my back. I started, not expecting someone to be there. Tel asked me if I was alright, what was wrong. I told them that it was nothing, I had been awoken from a deep sleep by a noise, but that it was gone now and I was just clearing my head.

Tel’s arm wrapped around me, they asked if I had a bad dream. I felt like a child, still trembling in their arms. Was I so obvious? I told them it was fine, truly.

They asked if I should like to talk about it. I said no, the dream was already fading. That did little to change their concerned look. One not so dissimilar to the one that Luayl gives me at times. They asked if this was because of the Planemeld and our time spent in Coldharbour.

Coldharbour? No, I said. And the tone seemed to put them at ease. They tried to coax me to speak about it, but I declined, saying that I had someone whose job it was to deal with these things. that he had deemed it proper for me to explore these dreams and that otherwise I would not be burdened with them at all. It was something I would report when I got back home.

Tel did not seem overly sure, but they said no more of it. I promised myself to be extra careful not to wake Tel the next time. I did not wish to have their mind on anything but our reason for coming. For the fun we were to have together.

They laid back down, pulling me with them, and held me. It was... well, it helped. I hate to admit that such a simple gesture could, given how tight a grip those dreams get upon me. But it was a comfort.

We had another wonderful meal and then met with our guide. He took us around and showed us the art and architecture of the city. Tel asked many questions and I just enjoyed the freedom of being away from the House, the responsibilities, and constant watching eyes. It was a miracle I timed things as I did so that my birthgift would free me of constant Houseguard. I am sure the efforts will redouble when I return.

We purchased a great deal of art and art supplies. We took a short boat ride around the city and up the river a bit. Tel using the opportunity to do some painting. I spoke with our guide, Chuxu, about local business and politics. How the weather had been affecting their city. Lilmoth is a merchant city, something a bit unusual for Black Marsh, particularly Murkmire. He explained about what it was like to farm here instead of in his village and how much he enjoys the opportunity to meet so many new people and learn so many new things. I told him we were much alike, for it was curiosity and a desire for knowledge that had brought us so far from home.

Chuxu had a delightful sense of humor and we talked easily for a great while. He offered to take us to the Bright Throat tribe’s village, a half a day’s travel from the city. I asked Tel if they would be interested, I was quite eager to have the chance, but Tel said that we would use the remainder of our allotted time to do so and that they would rather get to know the city better.

I promised Chuxu that our next time coming here we would take him up on the offer, planning more time than our current trip. He said he would welcome us back any time we wished, so long as he was not busy tending to the fields.

I bought everything Tel said they had any interest or liking of. I know that they were upset about not being able to get all their things back, but I said I was more than happy to pay for someone to assist us, as I am always happy to share the House’s coin with those who have more need of it.

When we were back to our room and Chuxu handsomely provided for, even beyond what the agreed upon rate was, I told Tel how sad I was to be leaving. I shared about just how awful the House was making things with this whole nonsense about a mistress and providing them more approved heirs. I lamented how they would not let me see Qau-dar or the other spouses, yet I would not be able to enter into any arrangement without the permissions of my spouses as it was.

Tel did not understand why they would not simply wait until after the lifespan of my husband had drawn to an end. It was a morbid thought, that I might only have another five or six decades within which to spend with my beloved Qau-dar. A period of time in which I may continue to remain separated from him.

I had to push that feeling to the pit of my stomach. To repress such sad notions. I am too much drawn to periods of melancholy as it is. I did not wish to begin a new one.

I explained that the House was anxious with how quickly they had jumped two spots down the succession line already and that they were worried that uncle Urnel was not ready enough to be Grandmaster, let alone find a suitable wife and sire heirs. And depending on when he died, the next in line was either Mother, only six years his junior in age, or myself. They did not wish to risk having a half Bosmer heir take over, they hated Nabine and put those feelings on poor Kuna, assuming she would be identical in demeanor to her mother. So as it stood, they only truly saw Sildras as my heir and I knew they would attempt to keep my from Grandmastery as much as possible. It meant that they might try to go straight from uncle Urnel to Sildras. So if something were to happen to him, they had no one. They wanted their spare heirs and they wanted them now.

Tel told me they were sorry and they helped me to find distractions afterwards.

I had a new set of nightmares, brought on by that horrible realization of how little time Qau-dar and I have left. This time I was very careful upon waking, sliding gently to the far edge of the bed and then getting up and sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. I pressed a pillow to my face and let the emotions pour out of me through my breath and into that pillow until I had nothing left. Then I rejoined Tel as if I had simply gotten up to go to the privy. They stirred slightly when I climbed back in besides them, but only pulled me close and continued slumbering peacefully.

I am sad to say it is our last day now. Although I miss my son terribly, I am otherwise happy to be far from home. If only I could have just one more day. Just one.

#ESO #TES #RP #Dunmer #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls

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wilderebellion · 3 years ago

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Notes I took from re-watching episode 1:

"Breath is yours but also a stranger's. Like someone is using your body to breathe."

"Something is wrong in the spirit."

Explosions so fast, and then slow down

"Moments in time, disconnected."

Everything else is momentarily subsided.

"Are you there now, Ghor Dranas?"

"My child I fear I am too late. There are secrets they did not tell you."

Secret about evandrin? Or secret Evandrin kept?

Amulet

Tree

Falls to his knees - a sacrifice? Tricked into giving his life? 'Something's wrong' and looking up

Cathmoíra

Toramundan Nexus

Celestial Solstice will be an Apogee solstice.

20-30 yrs 100-150 yrs

Powerful enough to re-shape/shift leylines

"I clock that we are super magic right now"

Ring of a city - Cathmoira

Mountain peak - Avalir

Librarium Incantatum

Golden Scythe - order of merchants

Sailor-Marines of the Harvest Moon

The dragon of Avalir

Stormbringers helped with that 'thing on the coast of Issylra'. Business there is not completely resolved so it would be nice to use them again.

Magister Milus Phren

Octorthurge

Archsept

Guardian of the Seventh

Continent of Dominas/Domunas

Archsept, home of the Septarion, seven mages of Avalir

Toramunda became Avalir and Cathmoíra

Loras of the Weaver's Mask

Ring of gold = 14 apprentices to the Septarion

Eldamir the Wise, one of the Septarion. One of the "true" seven, from the beginning of Avalir.

Druids of Old Toramunda - Gau Drashari, who argued with Imyr Por'Co about his intentions to tear the city in half (brumestone also likely part of the contention?)

Volucia of the Heart's Emblem - to retire to Cael Morrow in Marquet, means an

Eldamir concern: Aeor planning an attack on Lathras to test their weapon

Hall of Prophecy is shut down. Issues with return to Domunas, great amount of output from there.

Eldamir concern about Vespin Chloras and recreating ritual. Loras asks Patia to bring Cerrit's findings in the Chloras case to him first.

Seriously wtf is an Octothurge

7 - Silver

14 - Gold

6 - Brass (the PCs)

Avalir and Cathmoíra were once one city, known as Toramunda and located on the continent of Domunas.

Rosohna was once Ghor Dranas, Tal'Dorei was once Gwessar....Issylra is still Issylra.

Domunas now is ???

For one month every seven years Avalir reconnects and releases its store of ether (raw magical energy) rejuvenating the continent and fulfilling a promise made to the druids of Old Toramunda, that a new age will come, a flourishing of magic. (THE REPLENISHMENT)

Crops, magical children, fey will flourish, portals and doors to other lands. (Important to the MANY cultures Domunas)

Reuniting the mountain that once was a very historically important mountain

Octothurge=guildmasters? Signjficant chairs of the Magisterium

Court of Workings, Court of Owls

Hierophants of the Eight Guilds

Mentions Sun setting "behind thr continent of Domunas" indicating it's in the west

Imyr is the mage who finished the enchantment on the brumestone that made Avalir take flight

Xerxez

Hypatia

Midas

Seelie

Laerryn is doubly employed in the Abjuration Guild and the Court of Working

Bolo the Black Widow of Aeor

This is Zerxus's first return as The First Knight

Eadaleus and Irmé

Romar and Ramira

"Evandrin should be here in this place, in this position of honor" - was Evandrin originally part of the Brass circle of friends and was betrayed

Founding of Toramunda is rooted in The Schism

Emperor of Fire, Empress of Earth (primordials

Mount Ygora

Gau Drashari

Zerxus last saw his son (briefly) when Elias was 7, but seems like 5 was the age when

Maya 7

Kir 5

Speaker of the Fourth

First Knight serves the Septarion directly

Dean Hollow states that the Matron of Ravens

Knowledge won by my mistress was hers and hers alone

Patia has a planetary/celestial theme, Hypatia was a an astronomer/mathmetican/philosopher from Alexandria. "wisdom exceeding all bounds...especially in things concerning astronomy." Widespread misconception that she existed or had any connection to the Library of Alexandria.

#exu: calamity

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the-real-nerevar · 3 years ago

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For my first post, I’ll introduce my Elder Scrolls ocs.

Starting with Skyrim, my first oc is Robin. A mischievous khajiit who leads the Thieves Guild, Dark Brotherhood and Volkihar Vampires. She’s truely evil most of the time but has a soft spot for beggars on the street and always provides them gold. Her name is actually a play on words, with “Robin” meaning “Robbing” because she was originally made for the thieves guild. She proceeded to join the Dark Brotherhood (Nazir, Babette, and Cicero are basically family now) and then the Volkihar Vampires. She is working on defeating Alduin and already killed Miraak.

Now my Morrowind oc. His name is Morrow Windmoon, referring to Morrowind as another play on words. He stumbled upon house Hlaalu and joined after leaving Cyrodiil on a boat back to Morrowind. Morrow also joined the Mages Guild and mastered most schools of magic. He progressed in the main quest line and now lives in Curio Manor in the Hlaalu Canton. Morrow also really hates Almalexia for no reason.

Now my Oblivion oc, Summer (or Fantasia) Settles! Yes, another play on words. Settles and Set isles. She is the half sibling of Morrow and is a high elf who is secretly against the Aldemeri Dominion. She is allied with the Dark Brotherhood and takes the Role of Sheograth. There isn’t much to say about her, actually. So that’s all for now

Byeeee

#elder scrolls #morrowind #skyrim #oblivion #Morrowind oc #skyrim oc #oblivion oc

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thebardbullseye · 3 months ago

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On the Purpose and Appreciation of Compelling Recaps: “Of the Reaching Green” (WWW Episode 10)

From the desk of TheBardBullseye

“Previously on “The Wizard, The Witch, and The Wild One.” Naram, spirit of the gentle sea, lies bound at the base of the Calabel Nautomantic Apparatus by Guild Mage Morrow of the Scepter’s Chorus. Our heroes stand divided. Having re-established contact with The Citadel, a castigated Suvi now has direct orders to do nothing until Steel arrives in Port Talon three days hence. Eursulon, having returned to the Ace of Wands alone, once again wields Wavebreaker, the sword that legend says belonged to Naram himself, with the power to break the spells and curses of his foes. And Ame, with just such a curse still clouding her mind and concealing crucial memories of Grandmother Wren and her most important lessons, now rushes forth to find her fox familiar, chasing him beyond the walls of Port Talon into the wasteland of witch fire and ash that stand between the city and the wrath of creeping kudzu beyond. We now return to Port Talon in the wee hours, as a tall and tipsy traveler ambles contentedly down a cobblestone street, a gleaming sword swinging at his side. [music swells] (0:00:18-0:01:30)”*

tl;dr below the fold- I’m captivated by the "Previously On" at the start of episode 10, and I wrote a whole damn essay discussing it. The recap is a brilliant piece of writing and a fascinating snapshot showcasing why this particular actual play podcast is So. Damn. Good. They didn’t have to go this hard!

// Spoilers (both direct and indirect) for Arc 1 // (but honestly I think if you don't already listen to this show, then hopefully this essay convinces you to.)

I’ve been relistening to “The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One” (WWW) from the beginning (starting with the Children’s Adventure). My work life has gotten super crazy in the last month (yay promotion!), and I’ve found the first arc (and firesides) to be a great boon during a stressful time. As I already know the story, I’m less concerned about missing something and will listen to it whenever I need to—note that when I listen to a new episode, I allocate free time to listen and do only that (and play solitaire so I don’t scroll social media). Anyways, when I got around to episode 10, I was reminded by how much I loved the “Previously On” recap at the start. I don’t know if it was written separately or improvised, and although I suspect the former, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter (1).

Before I get into it, y’all, this podcast is so fucking good. I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it. There have been numerous moments, developments, episodes, etc. that have grabbed me by the shoulders and shouted in my face, “HEY! STUFF IS HAPPENNING! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS! MAKE THE HAPPY BRAIN CHEMICALS!” (in the Fox’s cadence and voice, of course). And sometimes, that voice compels me, perhaps as a Geas, to Do Something creatively (much like what you’re reading now). Early on, this was mostly a ramble to a friend, or word dump in a doc or group chat. Then, I wrote some music and some lyrics and some poetry, and then a full-length academic essay (…5k words long), and then designed a magazine cover, and on and on. (I don’t know why this podcast has my brain in a vice, but also, I sort of do, which is another essay in the drafts.) Regardless, the first instance of Creative Compulsion that manifested in a more structured manner was when episode 10 debuted and is in fact this very essay (that has since been rewritten and fleshed out). I didn’t have a Tumblr at that time, so my thoughts on this recap have just been collecting dust in my documents folder for more than a year. But, upon my relisten, I realized this episode introduction was significant and that there was more I wanted to say and praise, since I haven’t heard another one like it since.

When the episode first aired, I heard the first 90 seconds (2) of “Of the Reaching Green” and instantly replayed it three times before moving on to the rest of the episode because I was so captivated. After I finished the episode, I listened to it again. The episode had just come out, so the transcript was not yet available, and I wanted to see the recap as well as hear it. *Above, you will find my transcript of the recap, preserved as it was on that day, so my apologies for any unintentional spelling or grammar mistakes (3). Then, I stared at it and reread it, and started to piece together my thoughts on why the hell I’m so enamored by this. It’s 90 seconds of an hour and twenty-minute podcast, and not only that, it’s not even technically part of the diegetic episode, since it’s a recap! (What the hell, Brennan?!)

I promise I’ll get to those specific thoughts soon, but I think it’s important to alight briefly on the nature and necessity of recaps. In serialized storytelling mediums, most notably television shows, the audience often requires a recap of the previous events to refresh one’s memory since it’s been a week (or more) since the previous episode (TV Tropes). I think these may have fallen out of favor as of late, especially in the advent of prestige television, DVRs, and streaming—most producers probably assume that their audience is either binge-watching the show, has access to the previous episode, or can just look up a summary. Or if not done well, it may further confuse the viewer if too much or too little information is included (4). Further, recaps are NOT synopses of the previous episode—they serve to highlight the main points of the previous episode/storyline and specifically underscore what the audience needs to know for this episode. Additionally, these don’t necessarily show up before every episode; for some shows, these only happen for mid or end of season finales, when major storylines conclude. These are not just for returning viewers- in the bygone age of broadcast tv (I jest, kind of), people didn’t always catch every episode every week, so recaps also needed to be compelling. They needed give any random channel surfer the general gist so that they could watch the episode and convince them to not change the channel. Recaps don't need to execute on these all of these elements, nor do them perfectly, but a good recap communicates all of these things well in a very short time frame (usually around 1 minute). Essentially, "Previously On" segments say, 'pay attention to this.'

For actual play shows (a catch-all term for recorded or streamed TTRPG games), recaps serve this same purpose of reminding the audience of previous events, but these also do the additional duty of reminding the player characters themselves at time of recording of what is important in the story they’re telling and game they're playing. Often, the GM will recap the previous session so that everyone’s on the same page, and this is often improvised (as most things are). Needless to say these aren’t usually the most compelling part of the episode (though they don't have to be), and often devolve into synopses of the previous session (i.e., “Last time you guys did XYZ, Timmy fell down a well, ok let’s start…”). Or, if the GM does recap the most important points to know, it’s not usually that compelling to listen to—and honestly, why would one spend extra effort on something that insignificant anyway? Moreover, recaps in most actual plays serve the purpose of recapping for the players first and the audience second (5). The GM can remind, and players can ask questions, so the burden of this segment is lessened.

Ok, so back to our regularly scheduled essay about WWW. I mentioned earlier that I thought that the recap in episode 10 was not improvised at the start of the session and instead was written and recorded separately. While (to my knowledge) this hasn't been discussed publicly, there is some evidence in the structure, cadence, and delivery that lends credence to this assertion. On the whole, I don't think it particularly matters whether it was written or improvised; I merely mention it because the choice to script is significant when every other introduction is improvised (just look at much people love the "Fire" introduction for Calamity). This creative choice makes a lot of sense both in narrative and in production.

WWW first debuted in March 2023, releasing biweekly, so episode 10 aired in early July 2023. I would wager that most listeners don’t relisten to each episode in the intervening weeks, so most episodes start with an informal recap or general scene setting. However by this point, the story had just reached its major turning point at the end of episode 9—the recovery of Wavebreaker. This sword is the MacGuffin of the first arc, and each character is connected to it in some way—it breaks curses (one of which Ame is under), Eursulon was the last one with it but parted with it years ago in Port Talon (he also needs a weapon), and Suvi was the one that gave it to him in childhood. The previous episode also focused on Naram, a great spirit trapped in the harbor of Port Talon, who up until then seemed tangential to the protagonists—but then Ame discovered on her own that Wavebreaker originally belonged to Naram. This pivotal moment is what propels the story to the conclusion of the first arc, thus the need arose for a moment to remind the audience of the stakes and current landscape.

From a production standpoint, this podcast has a lot of love and care poured into it, especially with the marriage of masterful improv and immersive sound design. It’s clear (and has been explicitly stated) that this crew prioritizes the quality of the final episode through little details and extra effort. So, whereas with other APs, fewer resources would be allocated to a recap simply because it’s not necessary, Worlds Beyond Number finds the use-case where it becomes necessary to put a little extra mustard on it.

That said, it’s a really good recap, excellent even. It contains everything a good recap should have: it paints the big picture, snapshots the major players, flows perfectly into the opening scene of the episode, and above all, is compelling. To further support the theory that this was written and recorded separately, it also lacks the filler words, pauses, and direct address to the players (i.e., Suvi, you did X, and Ame, you did Y) that are typical of an improvised introduction and recap—and thus it has the tone akin to the opening crawl of Star Wars. It is eloquently written, with so much information communicated by inference in just seven sentences, so let’s analyze line by line:

Translation: It all starts with Naram. Naram is a gentle spirit held captive by another wizard and his fancy machine. “Our heroes stand divided”—they had an argument in the last episode about whether or not to free Naram (and how). Needless to say, the situation with Naram is more complicated, but those four words express that succinctly.

NB: Naram is alone.

In the context of the previous episode, the listener is reminded of this quandary—what to do about Naram. But, there is an ingenious double meaning here. That last line not only alludes to the philosophical division amongst the party, but a physical one as well.

“Having re-established contact with The Citadel, a castigated Suvi now has direct orders to do nothing until Steel arrives in Port Talon three days hence.”

Translation: Suvi has been reprimanded by Steel after unintentionally going AWOL (“re-established contact”) and now she has to keep the situation with Naram locked down until Steel arrives. The audience is reminded that Port Talon is remote from The Citadel since it will take three days to get there.

NB: Suvi is alone.

Steel, Suvi’s adoptive mother, is flying by airship because the travelling door is broken, but since this is extraneous information to the immediate situation, it is left unsaid. As Suvi is the party member with the least connection (relatively speaking) to Wavebreaker and Naram, I think it makes sense that Suvi is mentioned first and has the least airtime in the recap.

“Eursulon, having returned to the Ace of Wands alone, once again wields Wavebreaker, the sword that legend says belonged to Naram himself, with the power to break the spells and curses of his foes.”

Translation: Eursulon ran off to see Will Gallows (proprietor of the Ace of Wands) but got his sword back (“once again” wields Wavebreaker), and it is a legendary sword belonging to Naram that can break curses.

NB: Eursulon is alone.

This section is also brief but sets up the pattern for a clever sequence that subtly shows the movement of the sword over time. First, Naram (who owns the sword), Suvi (who gave Eursulon the sword), Eursulon (who got the sword back), and then finally Ame (who needs the sword). The last phrase, “with the power to break the spells and curse of his foes,” neatly sets up the next line.

“And Ame, with just such a curse still clouding her mind and concealing crucial memories of Grandmother Wren and her most important lessons, now rushes forth to find her fox familiar, chasing him beyond the walls of Port Talon into the wasteland of witch fire and ash that stand between the city and the wrath of creeping kudzu beyond.”

Translation: Ame is cursed and because of that, she is lacking crucial knowledge (but the sword can break the curse). Now, she has left Port Talon and is chasing after her fox into the dangerous wasteland choked with smoke and treacherous forest outside the city.

NB: Ame is alone (do you see the through-line?).

Now, with the major characters introduced and with the stakes increasing, the segment concludes as it introduces the present moment and establishes the opening scene:

“We now return to Port Talon in the wee hours, as a tall and tipsy traveler ambles contentedly down a cobblestone street, a gleaming sword swinging at his side.”

Translation: It’s the middle of the night and Eursulon is triumphantly (and drunkenly) wandering the streets of Port Talon.

It’s notable that Eursulon is not mentioned by name at the end but trusts the listener to have been paying attention, though the next spoken word as the recap fades is “Eursulon.” The opening scene transitions seamlessly to him arriving at the Chantry—now we've come full circle. (This is Morrow's HQ, who trapped Naram in the first place).

Thus, it’s clear that this recap is descriptive yet not needlessly verbose or rambling (unlike this essay), due to its well-formed sentences and syntax.

But beyond that, it’s pleasing to the ear. There is ample use of consonance throughout (e.g., “bound at the base,” “wields Wavebreaker,” “curse… clouding… concealing crucial,” “rushes forth to find her fox familiar,” "walls... wasteland... witch fire," "creeping kudzu," and “tall and tipsy traveler ambles contentedly down a cobblestone street, a sword swinging at his side”). There’s also an interesting alternating alliterative and rhythmic pattern of k and s sounds with “contact with the Citadel, a castigated Suvi”. There's just enough to be noticeable but not too much to become annoying, and the brevity certainly helps. It's poetic.

In the sound quality and design, there’s an air and cadence in Brennan’s voice of being read a bedtime story, and he speaks clearly and with purpose. Further, the musical motifs of the chorus signifying the spirit world at the start transitions to a carefree, plucky tune during the last line that embodies Eursulon’s mood and instills it in the listener. As it ends, this musical transition is reminiscent of waking up and slowly starting to hear the ambient noise around.

When analyzing any kind of creative choice in any medium, I tend to remind myself that the creator(s) could have simply chosen to not make that choice, for any number of reasons or limitations (6). The "Previously On" in episode 10 could have been unremarkable, rambling and verbose, it could have had no music or sound effects, it could have been written and structured in an entirely different way, or it could have simply not existed at all. But it does exist, so I look at what is there. Now, this analysis is not intended to be prescriptive for future recaps in WWW or other APs. As is evident, this recap is one-of-a-kind and serves a greater purpose overall in the first arc of the story. In writing this, I spot-checked a handful of other opening moments of WWW, and while those introductions were improvised, Brennan is so adept at it that I would not expect to hear another a written recap unless the narrative and production calls for it again.

These seven sentences are truly brilliant. There are plenty of moments that have stuck with me since WWW started in March 2023, but it speaks volumes that something this insignificant spawned a ~3000-word analytical essay (7). Damn.

Footnotes:

(1) I elaborate on this later in the essay, but I suspect it was written and recorded separately solely because of how concise it is, both in word choice and in delivery (the lack of filler words or pauses), as well as the difference in tenor/tone as it transitions to the opening scene. We’ve also heard plenty a recap from Brennan in WWW and other shows, and I have yet to hear one as crafted and, dare I say, perfect as this one. Not to knock other improvised (or otherwise) recaps of course, as those fulfill their purpose well and fine. I just appreciate the extra mustard on this one (no shit, I just wrote a whole damn essay with footnotes). I suppose I could submit a Fireside question and ask (lol) but I think that (sky)ship has sailed, since we're now on episode 35. (If for some godforsaken reason someone involved with WBN reads this... let me know if I'm right, I guess? If I'm wrong, I don't want to know /j)

(2) I refer to the recap as 90 seconds as shorthand throughout, but it technically just ends at 90 seconds. And I think that’s neat. It's also easier to just say 90 seconds—a nice, distinct chunk of time—than its true length, which is 72 seconds (due to the WBN theme).

(3) Formatting the quote in this way also neatly organizes my analysis of it later in the essay, which is not exactly reflected in the transcript (but that’s because it’s for readability).

(4) Complete tangent to the podcast discussed here is that I’ve seen DougDoug (internet streamer) do a blind reaction to just the “Previously On” recaps for "One Tree Hill" and "24" (without knowing the plot of either show) to hilarious and baffling results. It further demonstrates my point that recaps are not synopses, and you can’t fully grasp the plot of something through these. Because that’s not their purpose—which is to make clear to the audience what they need to know for that next episode-- not necessarily explain what happened in the last episode (and clips can be from earlier episodes as well).

(5) Something that I think is often discussed by WBN et al. (among others) is the distinction between an actual play and a home game. In a home game of D&D, the sole audience is the people playing the game. In actual play, the audience is BOTH the players and the viewer, and (good) actual play has to balance the two—you want to make sure the people playing are having a good time but also that it makes for a good viewing/listening experience. This tension between the two audiences can be balanced for- either in the moment of recording or in post-production, and I think WBN does an excellent job at this balance. However, I make the point that players come first and audience comes second specifically for recaps, because if your players don’t know what’s going on beforehand, then the whole shoot/recording could be in jeopardy, and it may simply not be worth the time, effort, or resources to craft an outstanding recap. So, there’s fundamentally going to be less effort put into the recap from viewer’s perspective in actual plays, and they just don’t matter that much, since players can just ask questions/GM can remind players of things.

(6) Might be a hot take, but I find it counterproductive and uninteresting to engage in editorializing player and DM choice in APs when it is presented as critique or literary analysis (i.e., "they should/could have done this instead" or "XYZ would have made for a more interesting story"). I've noticed this sentiment crop up in AP spaces/fandoms, but there isn't a writer's room to edit and revise the story being told (well there is one, and it's happening in the moment). To me, it's more interesting to look at the story that is being told and the choices made, and ask, why? Which is the point of this whole essay—to look at those seven sentences and go, "why is this here and what does it mean?"

(7) Or I'm just a nerd. Or both. Don't mind me, I'm just over here building my donut house. (I reblogged a post about fandom and donuts recently—it makes sense in context I promise.)

#worlds beyond number #the wizard the witch and the wild one #wbn spoilers #suvirin kedberiket #suvi #eursulon #ame #naram #arc 1 #essay #literary analysis #previously on #wavebreaker #of the reaching green #wwwo spoilers #wwwo #worldsbeyondpod #wbn #wbn pod

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tamrieldrifter · 4 years ago

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Silent goodbyes

We arrive somewhat dispirited back in the Hollow City. How swiftly the sweet taste of victory had turned sour In the Black Forge with the revelation that we were too late to prevent the Planar Vortex. However, returning to see the rebirth of this ancient city, albeit in a different era, a different realm, and with a different people, is heartening to us all.

From all across this accursed realm, the lost, the forsaken, the captured, the foolish, and the betrayed have been drawn like moths to Merida’s lights, and to what is perhaps mortals last safe haven in all of Coldharbour. And with the mages guild now opening their portals, fresh supplies, traders, tradesmen, and the foolhardy seeking fame, fortune and adventure, have began to arrive from Tamriel.

A meeting is held in the opulent Chapel of Light to discuss how we are to proceed upon the morrow. It is the kind “officer’s tent” meeting on the eve of battles that the common soldiery would usually scoff at around our campfires. For at this too late an hour there is nothing new that can be learnt, and nothing more that can be resolved; we know too well our duty. Once more we must set our faces towards the danger, bulwark our spirits with courage, and buttress our hearts for sacrifice.

Yet what I discover is there really is little difference between the officers tent and the soldiers campfire. For none of us expect to see sunset on the morrow. Those who will aim to keep alive will find nowt but a wretched and dishonourable death, whilst those that accept the convicted fate of the mortal, will make it their endeavour to die with honour. This is all but a final chance to say our silent goodbyes.

S.K

#531 #RPG Adventure #the elder scolls online #Couldharbour #TamrielDrifter #ESO #screenshots #The Elder Scrolls

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talpup · 4 years ago

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Someone asked about Teris’ riding dress. If interested you can go to my Tumblr’s homepage to see pics of what Fuegoleon and Nozel’s preferred choices were.

Chapter 73

When Nozel exited the dress shop yesterday to find a non-murderous Teris, he had been worried. An angry Teris always meant one of two things. A murderous Teris. Or a simmering silent Teris. But Teris hadn’t exploded at him. Nor had she given him the silent treatment that all but promised she was quietly letting her anger stew as she brewed plans of vengeance.

Instead she had done something more worrisome than any outrage or silence. She had spoken to him as if nothing happened. Even Fuegoleon had been taken aback by that never imaged reaction. Too unsettled, it had taken Nozel till supper to come to the dumbfounded realization that Teris wasn’t holding his knowledge of her measurements against him. Simply put, Teris Nova was incapable of bluffing her lack of anger that well.

Still relieved the next the morning, Nozel sat to his Father's right at the breakfast table with Teris to his left.

“The Decoration Ceremony will be held this afternoon, followed by an informal gathering with finger foods so eat up while you can.” Nathyn instructed Teris and his children.

“Will my brother be returned by then?” Teris asked. It wasn’t so much that she wanted to see more of Fyntch; but being alone with the Silva’s felt a little too much like a sampling of a future she refused to be a part of.

“I don’t believe so.” Nathyn answered.

In fact the Silva knew Fyntch wouldn’t be returning since it was he who had ordered the Nova patriarch away for the day. Nathyn wanted Teris to arrive at court on his sons arm, not behind her brothers shoulder. He wanted Teris and everyone else at court to be reminded who she was meant for. Who she, despite Leonidas words to the contrary, belonged to.

Looking down the table at Teris, Nathyn assured. “I’m sure your brother be back by the morrow. I doubt he would want to miss your birthday.”

“If only all this could have waited a year.” Nebra pouted. “Then I too would get to stand before the court and be honored.”

“What makes you think that?” Solid laughed.

“Because I would have been a Magic Knight and part of brother, Nozel’s, team.” Nebra said.

Unlikely as that was, Nozel didn’t dissuade his sister her fantasy.

“One of the Kings men will be by shortly after breakfast to fetch you and walk you through the ceremony.” Nathyn told Nozel and Teris. “I doubt there will be much time to change after, so as soon as you’re done with your breakfast, excuse yourself and dress for the ceremony.”

“In that case. Please excuse me, my Lord.” Teris said, setting down her fork and wiping her mouth.

Nozel quickly stood, pulling out her chair and helping her to her feet. Nathyn and Solid stood as well, Nathyn’s eyes watching his eldest son excuse himself and following Teris out.

Appearing hopeful, Solid asked. “May I be excused as well, father?”

“No.” Nathyn told, retaking his seat and turning his attention to the mornings paper.

Outside the breakfast room Teris sighed. “I’ll be glad to be rid of dresses and stupid shoes, if only for a while.”

Teris had been surprised at how easy it was to be open and friendly with Nozel after Mereoleona’s words yesterday. As much as their relationship strained every time Teris was reminded she was Nozel’s intended, or Nozel hinted at his romantic affection; Nozel truly was a dearly beloved friend.

Teris had thought of and occasionally mourned the lost she would suffer in Fuegoleon. But she had foolishly never really considered how her friendship with Nozel would suffer once things came to a head. Of course it would be so much worse between Nozel and her than her and Fuegoleon. She would be refusing to wed Nozel after all. With all the royals and nobles knowing they had been intended to wed since they were children, the hit to Nozel’s pride alone would create a rift that time would never fully heal.

“What do you mean rid of dresses and proper shoes?” Nozel questioned.

“For the ceremony. We’ll be wearing our squad cloaks.” Teris said.

“Yes.” Nozel cautiously agreed. After a beat, he said. “Teris. You are aware that you’re expected to wear the riding dress. Right?”

Teris’ brows furrowed. “What?”

“Why else would we have picked one?” Nozel questioned. “It’s not as if we had any plans of going out riding.”

“But I’m a Magic Knight.” Teris argued.

“You are also a royal lady.” Nozel replied.

“But I’m going to court to be recognized for my deeds as a Magic Knight, not as a royal.” Teris said.

“Which is why you are allowed to wear a riding dress instead of a proper court gown.” Nozel said. “You know these things. At least you should. How do you not?”

Teris shrugged. “I skipped a lot of ladies guild stuff before they kicked me out. Even when I went I never paid attention.”

Nozel sighed heavily. How could he love a woman as irregular and insufferable as this? They were so different. There were so many things about her that bothered and annoyed him to no end. But as much as he wanted to mold and tame her, he didn’t want to change her. Of course she’d have to look and act the part of his wife and represent the family as Lady Silva. And he hoped that Teris would come to find some enjoyment in doing what was socially expected of her as Lady Silva. But Nozel also wanted Teris to keep some of her wild and free ways. So long as they were kept privately between them.

Still, this was a lapse in her teaching that shocked even him. Did Teris truly think she could show up to court and stand before the King in her everyday clothes? Granted she had been allowed stand in court like that the day the war had been announced. But that had been a completely different circumstance. Magic Knight or not, Teris was a royal lady. And considering she would wed him, she would always be a royal lady. The same couldn’t be said of her always being a Magic Knight.

Looking at her, Nozel bid. “Riding dress. Please.”

“Fine.” Teris rolled her eyes.

Was it the entire royal court or just the men of court that demanded the women of rank constantly be harassed by unyielding skirts. Bound up in corsets. And at the mercy of a mans assistance for the simplest thing such as sitting down and standing up because of such stupid uncomfortable shoes and garb. At least riding dresses were less voluminous and bore far less unnecessary frills. Teris repeated Mereoleona’s sagely words in her head. Who knew if she’d ever be in court as a royal lady again. Not that she would miss it. But as Mereoleona had said, it was something that would soon end. Never to happen again.

Teris gave Nozel a smile. “Thanks for making that clear.”

Nozel blinked. He watched her turn off toward the guest wing wondering if Teris had somehow traded places with a transformation mage. His brow lifted. The Black Bulls had a Transformation Mage. His eyes narrowed. No, he thought shaking his head. Even Teris wouldn’t dare do such a thing. Besides, Abril was far more ill behaved and lacking in proper courtesies than Teris was.

Continuing down the hall, Nozel turned the corner to his quarters. He was quickly grabbed and roughly pulled. Nozel cloaked himself in mana only to let the cloak drop when he saw his would be attacker was Fuegoleon.

“What in mana’s name?” Nozel jerked free of the mans hold. Noticing the Crimson Lions state of disarray and dark circles under blood shot eyes his nerves were put edge again. “What’s the matter?”

Fuegoleon stepped to him. “I have to know.”

Nozel stepped back. His rival was not acting at all like himself. Between Teris and now Fuegoleon, Nozel was beginning to wonder if he was experiencing a lucid dream or some sort of unfunny joke.

“Know what?” Nozel asked. He took another step back when Fuegoleon took another step toward him.

“I have to know.” Fuegoleon repeated. His violet eyes shot about the hallway, making sure they were alone. “Did you know? When did you know?”

“Know what?” Nozel asked again, impatience rising. He had an hour at most to prepare before the Kings man came to walk them through the ceremony.

“About Yami!” Fuegoleon whispered harshly. “Did you know your father tired to have him killed?”

Nozel’s eyes snapped around the hall. Grabbing Fuegoleon roughly by the arm, he dragged the Vermillion to his soundproof chambers. Closing and locking the door with a click, he spun around to face the Crimson Lion.

“Who told you that?” Nozel demanded hoarsely, keeping his voice low despite the quarters soundproofing.

Fuegoleon shook his head. “No one. I heard it.”

Nozel’s eyes widened. “Heard it? From whom?”

“So it is true.” Fuegoleon had hoped that his father and Mereoleona had been wrong. Or that he had somehow misunderstood what they had been talking about. Not that their words and meaning hadn’t been clear enough. “Did you know? Of course you knew. You would have reacted differently if you hadn’t. When did you know?”

Growling, Nozel gripped the Vermillion by his crimson squad cloak. “Who did you hear it from?”

“I didn’t mean to.” Fuegoleon told, feeling guilty for overhearing his father's private conversation.

“Who!” Nozel demanded.

“My father and Mereoleona were discussing it.”

Nozel looked away cursing. Slowly, he let go of Fuegoleon’s cloak and stepped back.

“When did you know?” Fuegoleon asked.

Unable to look him in the eye, Nozel spoke to the floor. “My father summoned me to Silva Manor one day. Had me sit in front of his desk and told me what was about to happen. There was nothing I could do.”

Fuegoleon exhaled in relief. “So you weren’t a part of it.”

Nozel’s head shot up. “Of course I wasn’t a part of it! You know me. How could you even think such a thing?”

“Sorry.” Fuegoleon apologized.

“Yami knows--”

“Yami knows! He knows your father--” Fuegoleon stopped, unable to say the terrible words again.

Nozel nodded. “We’ve—talked about it I guess you could say.”

“And?”

“And...” Nozel sighed. “Even if my father were to hire and send people a second time, I’m pretty sure they’d meet the same fate as the first. As much as it pains me to say it. Yami is a formidable opponent.”

“A second time?” Fuegoleon repeated. He stared a moment at his friend. “So did you not know about the first time? Or did Lord Silva try again without informing you?”

Nozel blinked. “Pardon?”

“I heard them. My father was rather upset about yours trying not just once but twice. Even admitting that there could have been more that they weren’t aware of.” He stared a moment, concern and dread coursing through him. “Nozel. Just how many times has your father attempted to have Yami taken out?”

Nozel shook his head, mind in a daze. “I... only knew of the one.”

73.2

It was telling to how busy they were that five days after the war had ended Greywright was just now meeting with Sir Jorah to discuss King Morris’ ten minute talk with Teris. The Knights Commander had already sent the Wizard King his report of the discussion; but reports didn’t allow for an incidents nuance or questions Jorah might have. So a few minutes had been carved out for the Wizard King to ask those questions and Greywright to relay those nuances.

Jorah got right to the point as soon as the Magic Knights Commander entered. “What do you think King Morris hoped to gain meeting with Teris Nova like that?”

“You read in my report saying King Morris tried to get her to agree to a conversation before I was ever brought in. I’m sure he would have led their talk down a completely different path if I hadn’t been there. But with me present Morris had to be more mindful. Honestly, I think he was trying to get a feel for her. You read the questions he asked. More stuff a friend would pose. Nothing overly alarming, other than his last words and the amount of detailed info he had about her. But we already surmised he had spies watching her and Yami.”

Jorah nodded. “Morris tipped his hand with that last question. Purposefully so, I would image. He’s smart. And thanks to the disturbing amount of information he seems to have gathered on Teris, and probably Yami, I wouldn’t be surprised if he knows those two are in a relationship. Likely knows the Nova’s and Silva’s intend for Teris and Nozel to wed, and Teris’ unruly plans to disobey her family’s command. ’Would you consider coming to live here?’” Jorah repeated Morris’ last question and sighed.

Whether Yami Sukehiro followed Teris Nova into banishment or not; that was something the Wizard King could not allow. His duty to protect Clover Kingdom and its people meant he would have to kill the girl before letting her be banished and go to either the Diamond or Spade kingdoms, possibly aligning with them. Light magic was just that rare and powerful. And if Yami Sukehiro did follow her into banishment…

“You did good ending things before she answered Morris’ question.” Jorah said. Still, a seed had been planted in Teris’ mind. ‘When the time comes, know that I would accept you and Yami into my kingdom. Such powerful weapons would be a welcome addition to my ranks.’ Jorah thought of Morris’ parting words to the girl and sat back. In two years time things could potentially be a real mess. All because a spoiled royal girl wouldn’t do her duty and wed who her family told her to. “Do you think Morris was trying to appear friendly to her?”

“If it was anyone other than King Morris, I might be tempted to think so. Other than his parting words, there were a few questions he asked that stood out.” Greywright answered.

“And those were?” Jorah prompted.

Greywright glanced at Ellara entering and replied. “Morris asked Teris how she liked being a Magic Knight.” He caught Ellara’s eyes dart to him, her shoulders stiffening ever so slightly. Was it the mention of Teris that had the Advisor reacting? Greywright chided himself. Humoring Julius’ concerns about Ellara was making him paranoid. He went on. “Morris asked if she was happy here. Happy with her family. Had closed friends. Basic, simple questions. But also questions that would give him a better idea of her allegiance and contentedness here.”

“We already knew Morris was interested in Yami and Teris.” Jorah said.

Greywright nodded. “Like you said, Sir. He tipped his hand with his final question and parting words. Odd that he didn’t ask that last question sooner though. Like you said, he’s smart. He had to be as aware of the passing seconds as I was. Yet he saved such a question for last. Waiting till time was close enough for me to call its end.”

“You think Morris timed it thus? Knew you wouldn’t allow Teris to answer?” Jorah asked.

Ellara set down a stack of papers in front of the Wizard King and shuffled through a pile at the end of his desk.

“I’m sure of it.” Greywright said.

Jorah clicked his tongue in annoyance. “So Morris asked questions that gauged Teris’ happiness here to see if she could be tempted to the Diamond Kingdom. Then remind her of the banishment she might face. And say that he would welcome her and Yami.”

“There’s little doubt in my mind Yami would follow her if things ended with Teris banished. If Morris could get them to willingly seek refuge and home in the Diamond Kingdom—”

“That’s not going to happen.” Jorah cut in.

“What’s that?” Greywright asked.

“Teris being banished because of her unwillingness to do her duty as a royal daughter. If that girl does remain a stubborn brat, and refuses to bend and obey her family's command, I may be forced to act.”

Greywright and Ellara shared a look wondering what the Wizard King would, or even could do.

“But that’s a possible problem for a later date.” Jorah went on. “Right now I am more disturbed about King Morris knowing Yami and Teris are in a relationship.”

“Sir?” Greywright’s eyebrows knitted together.

“You think Morris and other ill intents wouldn’t exploit their relationship for their own aims? That they wouldn’t take and threaten one to bend the other? The Agents of Chaos already used similar methods against them and found success.” Jorah shook his head in tired displeasure. “The less people who know about their relationship, the better and safer it is for them and ultimately us.”

Thinking about Lord Nathyn Silva having hired two gangs of assassins to kill Yami, that they knew of, Greywright couldn’t help but agree.

“Sir, it’s time.” Ellara said, looking at the timepiece behind the Wizard Kings desk.

“Yes, yes.” Jorah got to his feet. Straightening his robes, he told Greywright. “The decoration ceremony for our acting Magic Knights Captain and his squad.”

“One of the few good things to come out of the war.” Greywright commented, proudly.

“As trying as these days have been, I’m going to enjoy this.” Jorah agreed.

73.3

Teris hadn’t been keen to arrive at court on Nozel’s arm. A part of her wondered if that was why Fyntch had left for the day. It was odd though. While Nozel always took on an overly formal persona when in the Kings Palace, he never did so to this extent. More than that, he had been acting odd since this mornings breakfast.

Nozel’s inexplicable distant quiet had turned Teris solicitous. With the ceremony over, she and Nozel made their way with everyone else to the informal gathering held in one of the Royal Residences many gardens. Her hand fidgeted on his. Short as the ceremony had been, Teris had figured Nozel would’ve been happy. Proud. They had done more than survive the trek into the Diamond Kingdom. They had completed the task the King and Sir Jorah had given, winning peace for the kingdom. But instead, Nozel was lifeless, merely going through the motions.

After trying and failing to get Nozel to converse with her, Teris broke down and asked. “What’s with you?” When he didn’t respond but continued leading her to the garden in line with everyone else, she stopped walking and turned to him. “Nozel.”

Nozel’s eyes slid to her, his face unreadable.

“Are you mad at me? Cause I’m really trying here. After what Mereoleona told me—ow!” Teris winced.

Nozel’s hand turned under hers, clasping and squeezing her fingers too tight. Teris tried to pulled her hand free, the rings on her fingers bruising in his unforgiving grasp. But Nozel’s grip remained firm.

“Excuse us. Pardon me.” Nozel said, his position and upbringing making him mindfully polite as he weaved between nobles and fellow royals, pulling Teris along.

Teris was half led, half dragged down the main hall and then rushed down a side hall. Her skirts, tight corset, and stupid shoes making it impossible to keep up with his pace.

Nozel flung the doors to a withdrawing room open, startling two courtly lovers.

“Out!” Nozel snapped, barely giving them a look as he entered, pulling Teris in behind him.

The lady slapped the gentleman for whatever reason and stormed out. The nobleman bowed. “Your Highness. My Lady. Congrad--”

“Out. Now.” Nozel growled dangerously, cold blue eyes turning on the nobleman.

“Highness.” The man gave a hasty bow and raced from the room.

Nozel closed the doors and turned to Teris, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders. “What did Mereoleona tell you?”

Out of breath and confused, Teris stared up at him. “I--I don’t-- What--”

“Tell me. What did she say?” Nozel commanded. His hands tightened on her shoulders. It was a struggle to take care and not shake her.

Teris winced and tried to free herself from his grasp. “Nozel. You’re hurting me.”

Nozel barely heard her, his racing heart roaring in his ears. All he knew was that Teris hadn’t answered him. Gripping her tighter, he demanded. “What did the Vermillion tell you?”

“That this time was fleeting and I should enjoy it before it all changed in a couple years.” Teris answered, her voice trembling in fear. Body shaking in pain from his too tight hold.

Nozel blinked. For the first time he took in her beautiful face filled with a mix of fear, anxiety, and pain. He realized just how tightly his hold on her was and released her, the fabric of her dress keeping the divots where his fingers had clawed into her.

“S--sorry.” Nozel swallowed and took a step back. Dazed, he reached behind him searching for something to steady himself.

Eyes glazed with fearful tears, Teris was about to tear into him until she saw how distressed Nozel was. Her once fearful, angry expression softened in concern.

“Nozel? Are you alright? Here. Let’s sit you down.” Teris stepped to him and guided him to a lounge. Watching him carefully, she asked. “Should fetch a healer?”

Nozel wrapped a staying hand around her wrist. “No! Please, don’t. There’s no need for that. I’m... feeling better.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t need a healer.” Nozel assured.

Teris reached out a hand to comfort him, then thought better of it. Thankfully he was staring at the floor and didn’t noticed the canceled movement. After a moment, she asked. “What’s going on?”

Nozel took in a long deep breath and exhaled. “Nothing.”

“There you go lying again. At least when there was something I didn’t want or couldn’t tell you, I told you as much.”

Nozel lifted his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Mana, she was beautiful when she pouted and sulked. He ran a still shaky hand over his mouth. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if Mereoleona had told Teris the truth he was so fearful of Teris learning. He couldn’t imagine what they would do if Teris ever found out what his father had done. Had attempted to have done. Nozel was positive Teris wouldn’t differentiate between his knowing but unable to do anything, from him being complicit. Not when Yami’s life was involved.

Heart rate slowing, adrenaline ebbing, Nozel felt silly for thinking Mereoleona would have told Teris about the hired assassins. His relief made him laugh softly at his foolishness.

Teris’ expression of concern grew.

“It’s alright.” Nozel assured. “While I can’t say more. I can tell you that much.”

Teris looked him over wondering what he wasn’t telling her.

“Stop it.” He commanded with more bravo than he felt. “You’ll ruin the surprise I thought Leona told you about.”

Teris’ brows furrowed. “Surprise?”

Nozel nodded, wondering how he was going to come up with a surprise that even slightly justified his reaction. Fuegoleon would have to help him. After all it was the Vermilion's fault for coming to him this morning and dropping all this in his lap.

Worse than learning that his father had made a second time on Yami’s life, was finding out that others knew about it. Nozel couldn’t help but wonder who else besides the three Vermilion's knew. What if Yami had told his friends? No, Nozel told himself. Yami didn’t want Teris to know any more than he did. Yami wouldn’t tell anyone and risk it possibly getting back to her. But if Mereoleona and her father had found out and discussed it where Fuegoleon could overhear, what was there to stop Teris from somehow learning about it all as well?

“Nozel?” Teris prodded after a moment.

“I told, you that’s all you get.” Nozel said, somewhat harshly. “Sorry.” He sighed and gave what he hoped was an apologetic and reassuring smile. “Still working out the details.” He stood, offering her his hand. “Shall we? We don’t want to stay closed up in here over long. People might get the wrong impression.”

Teris rushed to her feet and quickly made for the doors, swinging them open. She sneered the small gathering that had been attempting to eavesdrop, watching them scatter like a flock of startled birds.

“That’s my fault.” Nozel muttered, at her shoulder.

“Yes. It is.” Teris growled, silently repeating Mereoleona’s words like a mantra.

“I apologize. Your image and honor is of paramount importance to me.” Nozel told, truly sorry for any whispers about her this might cause.

Teris shrugged. “Nothing happened. If they were able to hear they’ll know that. Even if they weren’t. Who cares? We know the truth.”

Nozel blinked. Was her image and honor more important to him than it was to her? He thought of how she had so openly cavorted with Yami the night of the Lava Springs and ground his teeth, trying to push the unwanted memory way.

“There you two are.” Julius said, turning down the hall. He had seen Nozel pull Teris out of line and had followed as best he could; but too many people had been in his way, many of whom he had to politely promise to find later because they had wished to speak with him. “May I steel my sister for a moment?”

“Certainly.” Nozel gave Teris a slight bow and headed off to the gathering.

Julius gently nudged Teris back into the room she had just exited.

“Stop shoving me.” Teris snapped.

“I’m not shoving. Lower you voice.” Julius closed the doors behind them and turned to her. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know. He pulled me in here demanding to know what Mereoleona told me.”

Julius’ brows furrowed. “What Leona told you? Why? What did she tell you?”

“Basically to have a better attitude and outlook on these stupid boring events and the hateful people I’m forced to deal with at them. To enjoy the societal relations I have while I can. Which,” she looked at her brother, “you’re making quite difficult to do.”

“And Nozel pulled you in here for that?”

“No. He pulled me in here mid-sentence. I told you, I don’t know. It was weird. He’s been weird since morning. Even by Nozel standards.”

“So it was nothing you did or said?” Julius questioned.

Teris glared up at him. “No, Julius. It was nothing I said or did. You got your message across perfectly before you abandoned me to my fate. Yet again.” She regretted the last bit as soon as she said it but couldn’t take it back.

Julius blinked. He couldn’t have been more stung if she had slapped him. Just when he thought she had forgiven him for leaving so soon after their mother's death, Teris went and said things like that. Swallowing his emotion, he apologized. “Forgive me for thinking it was something you’d done. Nozel isn’t the type of person that would do something like that without great reason.”

Thinking of the stolen kiss in the stables at Nova House and the bruises she’d likely have on her still aching shoulders, Teris muttered. “You have no idea what type of person Nozel is.”

“What’s that?” Julius questioned.

Teris shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Has he done something like this before?” Julius asked.

“No. Nothing like this has happened before.”

“Teris. You’d tell me if—if he had attempted anything untoward or overly harsh, wouldn’t you?” Julius asked scrutinizing her every movement.

Teris sighed. “Really, Julius. You tell me that you’re busy and won’t be around, and now you pull me in here harassing me.”

“Teris--”

“May I go? Or is there anything else you’d like to accuse me of disappointing you in?”

“You aren’t a disappointment. Not to me. Couldn’t be even if you tired.”

“I’m sorry for my comment about you abandoning me.” Teris apologized. “It was more than untrue. It was uncalled for and childishly mean spirited.”

Julius gave her a weak tentative smile. “You’re a brat.

“Thanks?” Teris huffed, smiling back and making a face.

“Come here.” Julius pulled her into a hug. “You’re precious to me.” He told, resting his chin on her head. “You’re the only thing that gives me pause when I think about possibly one day becoming Wizard King. To not be able to call or even think of you as my sister...”

Teris’ heart seized. It was too much. Needing to lighten the mood least she tear up, she pulled away. “It’s alright, Juls. Whether you’re Wizard King by then or not, you won’t be able to do that in a couple years anyway.”

Julius smiled sadly at the effort she made to sound playfully confidant. As much as she had left to learn, she had had numerous hard lessons in her young life and had learned quickly how best to deal with hardship, going on when others would have broken.

“You would tell me though, right? About Nozel?”

Teris sighed. “Julius. If there was a problem like that, I’d take care of it long before you heard of it. I can take care of myself. If you doubt me, we can head over to one of the training yards at Magic Knights Headquarters and I can prove it to you.”

He knew she was deflecting which only served to make him certain Nozel had done something. He remembered finding her crying in the stables at Nova House and piecing together what had happened. Hopefully that was the only thing Nozel had done to distress his sister. But Teris was right about being able to take care of it herself. She had done so in that cell when she and the rest of Nozel’s team had been captured. It wasn’t that Julius doubted she could take care of herself. It was that he didn’t want her to have to. A selfish part of him wanted his little sister to rely on him even though he wouldn’t always be there for her as her big brother. In any case, she and Nozel appeared to be getting along fine, most of the time at least. So Julius figured whatever it was, Teris had indeed handled it, forgiven him, and trusted Nozel not to attempt anything like it again.

Given her persistently hard stance, Julius didn’t pressure her anymore and instead apologized. “Sorry. I’m well aware you’re a powerful Mage. It’s only your third year as a Magic Knight and you’re already ranked as a Second Class Senior. It’s just... Seeing you like this...” He gestured to her outfit. “It makes me think of you more as a young lady who may need assistance.”

Teris forced her small smile to hold in place, thinking that dressed in this garb made her feel more like a submissive lady who required assistance. It was one of the main reasons she hated wearing such outfits. She wasn’t completely herself in them. That, coupled with her still dealing with the emotional effects of what happened in the cell was why she had been more frightened than fearsome when Nozel pulled her in the room.

“Then there’s the whole I’m your brother and all.” Julius shrugged a shoulder and smiled crookedly at her.

“And an excellent, caring brother you are.” Teris put in.

Becoming serious, Julius felt the need to say. “But you can come to me. You don’t have to shoulder everything on your own. As your brother it’s more than my duty to protect you. It is my honor and privilege. If anyone did anything that made you feel uncomfortable or threatened, I would hope you wouldn’t feel that you had to handle it on your own.”

Teris knew this wasn’t going to end unless she gave him that much, and so said. “I know. And if I wasn’t up to it I would most definitely come to you. Without hesitation.” Changing the subject before things became even more uncomfortable or sappy, she said. “When Nozel and I first entered, there was a couple in here necking.”

“Really, Teris. Gossip.” Julius scolded.

“It’s not really gossip if it’s true. Beside, I know you’re not gonna go around telling everyone.”

“Who were they?”

Teris gave her brother a playful censuring look. “Really, Julius. Gossip.”

Julius smirked and opened the doors, leading her out.

73.4

Nozel stopped beside the nobleman talking with Fuegoleon.

“Your Highness.” The man greeted Nozel, bowing slightly. “Congratulations on your Golden Clover Medal of Honor.”

“Thank you.” Nozel replied, his eyes never turning to the noble. “Will you excuse us?”

There was a slight moment of confusion on the nobles part as Nozel had been looking at Fuegoleon when he had spoken; but he quickly realized the words were meant for him.

“Yes. Of course, Your Highness.” The noble bowed at both Princes. “Your Highness’” There was another moment of awkward silence where the man realized that Nozel didn’t actually want be excused with Fuegoleon; but wanted him leave them. He clumsily bowed again. “If Your Highness’ will excuse me.”

Despite his stress and the pressing need, Nozel gave a tired sigh surprised that they would let someone so lacking in courtly graces within the walls of the Royal Castle.

Fuegoleon turned to the Silva. “Sometimes your rudeness even catches me by surprise.”

“Shut up. I need your help.”

“Well that’s an interesting way to ask for it.” Fuegoleon commented. “Don’t know how effective--”

“I need to figure out a surprise for Teris.” Nozel said over the Vermillion. “A substantial one, but nothing too big that will make her uncomfortable or refuse it.”

Fuegoleon’s eyes narrowed. “What’s this about?”

“I messed up.” Nozel confessed.

“You seem to do that a lot with her. Something else that shouldn’t surprise me but still occasionally does.”

Nozel stepped closer to the Crimson Lion and whispered. “I overreacted when she said she was really trying due to something Mereoleona told her. I dragged her off and demanded to know what your sister had said.”

“Why?”

Nozel looked about. Stepping even closer, he lowered his voice further. “You know why.”

“You thought Leona told her?” Fuegoleon questioned, voice raising at the preposterous thought.

“Keep your voice down!” Nozel whispered harshly.

“She would never do that. Why would you think Leona would do such a thing? What were you thinking?”

“I clearly wasn’t.” Nozel growled.

“Clearly.” Fuegoleon huffed. He went on, sounding offended. “Leona would never tell Teris. No one who truly cared about Teris would tell her. I can’t believe you thought Leona had. Not to mention if Teris knew, she wouldn’t have been calmly speaking to you.”

Hearing Fuegoleon spell it out made Nozel feel all the more foolish, which he supposed was the point. Irritated, Nozel questioned tersely. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“I’ll help you.” Fuegoleon answered. “For Teris’ sake. Not yours.”

“I don’t care why you’re doing it, so long as you do it.”

“Because if you screw this up,” Fuegoleon continued on as if Nozel hadn’t spoken, “Teris will wonder why you overreacted. She’ll start poking around trying to figure out the real reason.” He frowned at the Silver Eagle, hands curling into fists. “I swear, Nozel. If she finds out about all this because of your thoughtless paranoid reaction I’ll kill you myself. You know it’ll only drive her further away and closer to him.”

Nozel’s jaw tightened at the thought of Yami Sukehiro. Glaring at Fuegoleon, he clipped. “Just help me think of something convincing.”

“First, I’ll need to know how badly you overreacted.” Fuegoleon said.

Nozel made a face, thinking of the way he had grasped Teris. The way his fingers had ached upon releasing her. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had left bruises on her shoulders. He’d be leaving that bit out when he told the Vermillion. There wasn’t anything Fuegoleon could say about that that he wasn’t already angry with himself over.

“We have a couple of hours between this thing and the royal dinner and ball.” Fuegoleon said. “Come to Vermillion Castle and we can talk more freely in my study.”

“Why must I go to you?” Nozel questioned, tersely.

“Because you’re the one that screwed up.” Fuegoleon said, heatedly. And, he thought, Teris will be at Silva Castle getting ready for the evenings events. He wanted them to be as far away as possible from his cousin while they discussed this.

73.5

Tobin staggered as he shrunk down to his normal size. “Well that wasn’t easy. You think we’re just overworked and tired”

“No.” Yami rolled his neck and shoulders. “They were just that good. And, unlike us they worked well together.”

“That’s not my fault.” Tobin stormed. “It was you and--” he gestured to Iban, “--that one. For a while I thought you two were gonna start fighting each other. Think this lot did too.” He kick a toe at one of the magically bound thieves they had subdued.

Yami couldn’t argue against that. Iban had been staring at him the entire time they had tracked the gang. That hadn’t bothered Yami so much at the time. He was use to people staring for whatever reasons. He didn’t care. It was the fact that he was certain Iban knew more than he was telling about the whole Chaos and zealots mess. Granted when he had spoken with the Blood Mage out in that field the day Iban had attacked Teris, Yami had believed the answers Iban had given. But that didn’t mean the man didn’t know anything, it only meant that Yami had asked the wrong questions. Between Iban first attacking him and later Teris, Yami had stayed on guard and mindful of the Blood Mage. Treating him as Olsen had suggested a year ago, like a wild Saber Wolf that could turn from watchful to attacking without warning.

They had been doing alright on this mission until Iban had commented that the battle reminded him of a year ago. Yami had turned quickly to Iban at that. Iban’s bright golden eyes had been focused on him. The Blood Mage wearing the same stupid smirk he had worn that night in the cave nearly a year ago. Things had gone downhill fast from there.

Yami sheathed his katana in disgust. Their difficultly had been of his own making. He refused to go any further until he made certain such a thing wouldn’t happen again.

Looking at Tobin, Yami ordered. “Watch them.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re not going anywhere.” Tobin said, impressed by Yami’s dark magic binding spell.

“Then just stay here.” Yami snapped. “Iban. With me.” He ordered, making his way to the meadows treeline.

“Woah!” Tobin turned, worried.

“Shut up! Do as you’re told!” Yami ordered, without giving his friend a glance. He might not be Vice Captain yet; but he was the highest ranking Magic Knight here and he’d be damned if he let someone question his command, friend or not.

Iban smirked, eyes traveling from Yami to Tobin and back. “Yes, sir,” The Blood Mage sang, following.

Tobin watched the two men walk away. The further they got the more he worried.

Reaching the treeline, Yami stopped and turned. “I refuse to chance a mission or put a comrade in danger like that again. Even if it is your creepy ass. So tell me everything you know and maybe we can put this bad blood behind us.”

Iban’s gold eyes danced. “Interesting choice of phrase.”

Yami’s left hand rested lazily on the hilt of his katana. “Why do you think I used it?”

“Most find you dim and slow Yami Sukehiro. But there is so much you see and know that you never let on. Tell me, does it suit you to let everyone believe that you are dumb?”

“It comes with far less expectations and the occasional benefit of surprising folk. So yeah. It suits me fine. Now tell me what you know. All of it.”

“Very well.” Iban sighed. He gave a seconds thought and smiled. “You will not like this but I assure you, all my family’s ties to the Agents of Chaos have long since been severed.”

Yami’s eyes narrowed.

“My grandmother’s grandfather was once the Master of the Agents of Chaos.” Iban’s smile grew at Yami’s reaction. “Thought that would get your blood pumping.” He closed his eyes, breathing deeply from his nose, sensing Yami’s blood as it coursed through the mans veins. It was intoxicating.

With difficultly, Yami kept his control. “How is it that the family of a former Master of those crazies now has nothing to do with them?”

“My grandmothers grandfather was outed from his position as Master of Chaos. Killed in a ritual duel that the members believe Chaos himself oversees and gives his strength to whom he deems worthy.” Iban answered.

“Killed by who? The Master before Alowishus Spade?” Yami asked.

“By Spade himself.” Iban told, enjoying Yami’s struggle to hide his shock. “Alowishus Spade far older than you or his followers could imagine. I’m sure even his wife has no idea.”

Yami raised an eyebrow at that last bit, unsure why he found it surprising that Alowishus Spade had a wife. Women liked all sorts, just the same as men did. Though Spade was a rare case, pieced together as he was by parts of powerful dead mages. “How old is he?”

Iban shrugged a shoulder. “I have no idea. My grandmother only told me that Spade was at least three times older than her grandfather at the time of the challenge.”

“How’d she know that?”

“Blood magic. It runs in our family. And blood does not lie.”

Iban didn’t say that his grandmothers grandfather had thought he had won the duel. That Alowishus had been laid out in ceremonial sparring circle, his heart no longer beating. That his ancestor had turned his back, guard lowered and begun to raise his hands in victory when Alowishus, heart still stopped, had risen from the ground and hugged the man from behind. That his grandmother, a young girl at the time, had seen her grandfather wither and decay before her eyes. First to a mummified corpse, then to bleached bones, and finally crumbling to nothing more than a small pile of dust.

“After putting an end to the previous Master of Chaos’ reign Alowishus Spade allowed my family to leave and live peacefully so long as we didn’t interfere with the Agents of Chaos’ goings on's.” Iban told Yami. “Before my great-grandfather and his family were cast out of Sanctuary, he managed to dip the tip to his cloak into a bit of blood that had spilled from Alowishus Spade during the dual. My great-grandfather was certain that Spade had somehow cheated and thought the mans blood would prove it. Given that the sample was tainted and no longer fresh by the time he was able to examine it, his findings were frustratingly unclear. But what little he learned was enough for him to forgo vengeance and keep his promise to stay well away.”

Yami stared silently, wondering how Alowishus Spade could be so old. The corpse magic the man used could only go so far. Julius had been clear that the internal organs of a person likely couldn’t be replaced. How long could a heart pump if the body it was attached to was healthy enough to go on? What was the lifespan of a persons insides? Yami pressed his teeth together at the thought of such macabre things.

Iban watched Yami, gold eyes glinting in the fading light of the setting sun.

Finally, Yami asked. “So you know what they believe? Why they’re so interested in Teris and me? What sick rituals they have planned for us and all that.”

“Possibly.”

“What do you mean possibly?” Yami growled.

“When Spade took over, much changed. The purpose, beliefs, and plans of the order of the Agents of Chaos turned on its head in many regards. That is why my grandmother’s grandfather accepted Spades request of a dual so readily. When Spade was first a member of the Agents of Chaos he was always challenging the Master of Chaos, my ancestor. Spade was often often caught holding his own secret meetings with a large number of fellow followers where he instructed them on his own beliefs and teachings. It got to the point where the Master wanted to put an end to Spade’s growing influence as quickly as possible. The dual Alowishus challenged him to for right of who would be Master was the perfect opportunity to not only be rid of Alowishus Spade but to negate whatever wrong and dangerous teachings he had infected the followers with.”

“Only your ancestor lost. And in everyone’s eyes your beloved Chaos deemed Alowishus Spade right and worthy.” Yami said.

Iban inclined his head.

“So you’re part of the old, dare I say, saner guard.” Yami said, recalling how Sir Jorah had made clear everything he finally divulged to Teris and him came from what little knowledge they had of the Agents of Chaos before Spade had become Master.

Iban inclined his head once more.

“So anything you tell me would be of little to no use.” Yami sighed in disgusted disappointment.

“As I already told you.” Iban said.

Yami made a face and shook his head. It was one mess after another. Every thought he had or road he took to find answers always led to a dead end.

Looking at Iban, Yami commanded. ”You don’t tell anyone this. Especially Teris. She’ll hound you to no end and I don’t want her anywhere near you. I still don’t trust you.”

“Nor should you.” Iban agreed.

Yami gave him a look that had even made Bronn look away nervous; but Iban only stared back in amusement.

“Let’s go.” Yami rumbled.

“One more thing. If I may.” Iban ventured. “Have the dreams, the ones like Teris experienced, begun for you?”

“Why?” Yami questioned, uneasily.

Iban shrugged. “Just figured Chaos would have more to say to you given that Darkness is the child of Chaos and Death, and Death has a closer connection to Chaos than Life. Not to mention, Death is the one trying to awaken Chaos.”

Yami’s jaw clenched at that. He wasn’t sure he believed all that primordial forces business but he knew Alowishus and his Agents of Crazies did. All Yami was willing to admit at the moment was there was something more to all of this than rare, strong magic.

“And I suppose you all think Light was born from Order and Life.” Yami huffed.

Iban smirked. “Far from it. Light was born from Life and Chaos. I suppose you could say Light is Chaos ordered.”

Yami’s brows furrowed, not understanding. Annoyed, he turned away. “What’s it matter if the stupid page speaks to me? I wouldn’t remember anything anyway. That’s how that works. Isn’t it?”

“It need not have to be.” Iban said, watching Yami’s back tense. “I can help you remember.”

Yami looked back at him. “Even a Communications and Time Mage working together couldn’t do that.”

Iban smirked, knowing he had Yami interested, if not temped. “Marx and Julius weren’t using the right magic or correct incantation spell.”

“And you just happen to have the right magic and know the correct spell?” Yami said, dubiously.

“My grandmother’s grandfather was once the Master of Chaos.” Iban reminded.

“Then how is it that the current so called Master of Chaos doesn’t know of this spell?” Yami asked, certain that Alowishus wouldn’t have bothered questioning him and Teris about the pages communication if he had such a thing at his disposal.

“My grandmother took her grandfather's Rights and Rituals Book after Spade killed him in the dual. Snuck it out of Sanctuary without anyone the wiser. Since it was a secret item, shared from Master to Master and their families, neither Spade or the other followers knew of its existence and therefore wouldn’t have missed it.”

Yami eyed the Blood Mage. “And you still have this book.”

“I do. It is a fairly painless ritual.”

Yami huffed. Iban’s definition of fairly painless probably meant it would be excruciating. But it wasn’t fear of pain that kept him from agreeing.

Heading back to Tobin and their captives, Yami said over his shoulder. “Thanks. But no thanks.”

Iban watched Yami, wondering how long it would take for him to come and demanded the spell be done.

So this 'arc' started with chapter 71 and will go on until the end of 'Book I' which is chapter 83. To date, this arc has been one of my favorite to write for this fic. Which has me wondering. So far what has been your favorite arc, scene, or event? Also, if you have one, I would love to know which oc in this fic is your favorite so far. Really wanna make my day? Let me know which oc you like and hate the most.

Don't forget to check to see Fuego and Nozel's riding dress preferences for Teris, if you want.

As always, THANKS for reading. Comments, questions, keyboard smashes, and reblogs are always welcome and very much appreciated.

Next chapter snippet:

“We can still be friends.” Teris said. “Our friendship is more important than any hurt feelings he may have about Yami and I being together.”

“Especially when he still thinks you’re going to marry him.” Olsen put in.

#yami sukehiro #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #julius novachrono #mereoleona vermillion #Black Clover #light in the darkness

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