#i swear i got all of firefly's artefacts in one sitting everyone else? im never making it out of the acheron relic domain
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i NEEEEED march 7th to have like 2.8 more crit rate for the stupid fucking planer set bonus BUT THE RELICS SAID FUCK YOU FUCK YOUR MARCH AND YOUR MOTHER
so ill be back. you bastards
self modeling resin, consider yourself an opp
#last time an artefact rolled crit damage more than twice it was a quantum orb so now my yunli has quantum dmg boost bc what else can i do#i swear i got all of firefly's artefacts in one sitting everyone else? im never making it out of the acheron relic domain#forgor the name#that place hates me more than i hate relic farming#hsr
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The Shield to your Sword
Masterlist âââ- Chapter 4
Warnings: swearing, crude humour?, suicide implied in a statement, blind character, mild injury, discomfort around abuser (please message me if more need to be added)
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Summary:Â Different places. Different people. Though they are all connected.
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Chapter 5 - The views of manyÂ
The forest looked peaceful from the tower window. The view could almost be considered beautiful if it wasnât for the fact that it was forced, and the viewers had been condemned to look at it for the past 4 years.
Wind caused Snakeâs hair to shift in front of his eyes, and he was quick to swipe it away and slick it flat into place. Pushing away from the windowsill with a sigh, he looked down at the tattered rags he called clothes; rough thread-pulled pieces of brown and grey fabric stitched together and scratched against his skin. It was hard to see himself in these clothes, compared to what he wore in his astral form. He wished he could spend all his time outside of his tower prison but shifting into astral or animal form was a risky process.
 With a sigh, Snake scratched at his yellow scales and turned to look at the still figure on the bed in the rooms centre. They had been out for almost 5 hours and he was beginning to worry that something had gone wrong. As if on cue, the man jolted upright with a gasp; arms flailing around as tears streamed from grey eyes.
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âSnake? Snake?â
It took two steps and Snake was by his side, grabbing their hands and pulling them up to his face. âIâm here. Itâs okay. Youâre back.â
Vacant eyes stared ahead as the man ran his fingers across Snakeâs face, feeling the change from skin to scales and scales to skin, before accepting it was his friend and slumping heavily against them.
âYou were gone for a long time,â Snake held the man close and as he tried to catch his breath, âDid you learn anything?â
Nodding, he kept his head pressed against Snakeâs chest; long grey hairs falling across his eyes.
âDid you find your brother?â There was another nod and they burst into sobs again. âShhh. Shhh. Itâs okay. Everything is okay, Spirit.â
Though they were lies, he knew the words would help Spirit calm down and he desperately needed news before their captor arrived. Stroking his grey hair, Snake hummed softly until Spiritâs breathing calmed slightly.
 âI-I-I got to s-s-see Logan a-again.â Spirit smiled recalling their face and the feeling of their magic healing his leg.
âAre they okay?â
âYes.â He nodded against Snakeâs chest and wiped the tears away from his cheeks. âThey looked healthy and happy and the forest was immaculate.â
âIâm glad to hear that. What else did you learn?â
The smile faded from Spiritâs face. âVirgil.â
âWhat!â Snake fruitlessly pushed Spirit back to look at their face clearly. âVirgil was there?â
Silent tears fell again as Spirit shook his head. âHe wasnât there. Logan only spoke of him, and it didnât sound good. They worry they wonât get to him in time. Someone is already hurting him, Snake, and all I could do was cry and run away. Iâm sorry. I should have done more.â
âNo, no, no,â pulling him close again, Snake rocked slowly to quell their sobs. âIâm sorry. I need to do more. And I promise I will. We will stop your vision from coming to light. You have my word.â
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 In a puff of black smoke, the crow appeared inside an unlit fireplace with a squawk and ruffled feathers. Flying out, the bird perched on the edge of a chair as a man burst through the door dressed in a green blouse with black lace trimmings and purple eyeshadow ringing his eyes.
âSquawk squawk birdie!â he cried, dancing over to the bobbing bird. âWhat has been done? Something fun I hope.â
Cawing and bouncing its head, the bird watched as the man mimicked the action before running out the door with flapping arms. Pausing briefly to shake its head, the bird took off to follow the man down the stone halls.
 A wooden door burst open, slamming against the wall with a shower of dust as the man spun into the room and stopped with a bow in front of the rooms two occupants.
He smirked up at the tired looking man and disgusted woman, wiggling his upper lip to make his obviously fake moustache wiggle.
âHellooooooooooooo, lady and germ.â
âWho is this?â The woman asked, screwing up her face at the scene before them.
âIâm what the cat drags in.â He replied, rising back up to his normal height. âAnd who are you? The monkeyâs uncle?â
The woman fumed and the gentleman beside her sighed in exasperation. âThat will do, Remus. Wren, you are excused.â
âOh, I thought someone farted, but I didnât want to point fingers at anyone.â Remus giggled, fanning his nose as the woman huffed and stormed out. âSee ya, stinky.â
âShut up, Remus, and bring me the bird.â
âSure. Fresh or fried?â
âRemus!â The man demanded, fixing them with an angered gaze.
 âFried it is.â
Clapping and hopping on the spot, Remus scanned the room and spotted the crow sitting on an upper rafter. With a giggle, he summoned a flaming dagger and threw it towards the bird; singeing its feathers as it fell from its perch and into his awaiting hands.
âOne magic fried birdie for the wicked old hag.â
 A glass spine slid into Remusâs shoulder, producing only a widening smile in reaction.
âStab me harder, daddy,â he laughed and lit his eyes up green to match that of the crow in his hands.
âWhat do you see?â The man growled, pushing the spine deeper into the others shoulder.
âWow, oh sweet sheep suckling on sweet corn, this is goooood.â
âSpeak, simpleton!â
âWellll, my brothers got himself a hot little boy toy to play with. I mean, 10 out of 10 I would do him on hard gravel. Such a wasted opportunity for my innocent sibling. Heâs practically naked and heâs just rubbing his arm. Rub lower, brother. Kiss âim! Tear his pants of and suck that-â
âRemus!â A second spine struck his other shoulder as the man roared. âIâm not interested in learning about your sexual fantasies. Facts only.â
âCalm ya farm; big dog bro is being let off the leash. No babysitters anymore. Got his big boy pants on and taking some time outside alone.â
âAnd Thomas? Any news on the artefact?â
âHmmm, donât know, donât care.â Eyes returning to normal, Remus shrugged, and glass quickly passed his face and sliced a fine line along his cheek. âShame your wit isnât as sharp as your glass, Leon.â
âMaybe I should just kill you and shut that trap of yours permanently.â A thick glass blade slid from their wrist and pressed against Remusâs throat.
âGo ahead, oh ancient one. I really donât mind. Iâll even start you off,â he lent against the blade, eyes daring Leon to go through with the action. âBut what would you do without me, I wonder.â
 Both men remained locked in eye contact; a trail of red colouring the clear glass against Remusâs throat. With a squawk, the crow flapped out of Remusâs loosening grip and began snapping at Leonâs hand, causing him to recoil before any skin was broken. Laughing, Remus removed the spines from his shoulders and smashed them on the stone floor with great glee.
âSuch a shame, master.â The crow perched on his shoulder, and Remus carefully removed the scroll from its leg. âKnight still had some special stuff left over from our little rat.â
Leon looked confused, but realisation dawned on him as he read the scroll Remus had offered.
âShame to lose our eyes on the inside.â
âOh, donât worry; Knight will still make trips and the only squeaks the rat will make is when heâs opening those pearly gates.â
âI hope your word is true.â
âIâm not one to be trusted at all, Dark one, and you know it.â
âIndeed,â Leon turned and walked over to a metal table to pour themselves a glass of amber liquid. âUnfortunately, that is what makes you the most trustworthy, Remus.â
âFlattery will get you know where, sir. Iâve seen the package you are working with and I am not interested.â
âYou are excused, Remus.â They groaned, downing the glass and massaging their temples as Remus released a loud fart.
âWhy, thank you for that honour.â The drinking glass struck the back of Remusâs head as he ran from the room; crow flapping alongside the wide-eyed man. âAnd they say I have a twisted and sadistic mind.â
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 The dining room had a calm feel despite Valâs fingers nervously strumming a guitar in time with her performing partner. From the moment she entered the room, she knew tonight was going to be tense from the Kingâs stiff demeanour alone; Virgil also wary and sitting perfectly straight in his chair. In stark contrast to everyone else, Roman was glowing; smile never faltering as the Queen entered and took her seat to the Kingâs right.
âPleasure to join you for a meal again,â Alexandra nodded at her husband and son before noticing Virgilâs placement at the far end of the table. âAre we expecting more company?â
âNot this evening, my dear,â The King gestured for the staff to begin the service. âI thought it best not to risk a large audience while you are still unwell.â
âIf that is the case, then Virgil,â the Queen gestured to the seat beside her, âwould you please move closer. It seems unfair to be seated so far away from the conversation.â
After watching for the Kingâs slight nod of approval, Virgil stood and relocated to the position beside the Queen.
âThank you, my Queen.â
âOh, please Virgil. Those formalities are not required during a basic dinner, right Rupert?â Virgil swore he could see the disgust flair in the Kingâs eyes before he nodded.
âOf course. Virgil knows that he doesnât have to be so formal during dinner.â
Virgil was about to apologise when Roman let out a breathy laugh. âHe is always formal at dinner, Mother. Donât dwell on it too much.â
Joining Romanâs laugh, Alexandra reached around to give Virgilâs back a loving rub; noticing how he stiffened at the action.
âYou have always been such a well-mannered boy. If only manners came as easily to Roman as they had to you.â
âHey,â The Prince whined, âI got better.â
âYou did,â she giggled, âafter Virgil joined our family. That truly was the best decision I made for us.â
âI second that,â Roman declared; raising his goblet of wine in agreement.
âThank youâŠâ the Kingâs gaze sharpened, and Virgil swallowed to dispel the rising bile in his throat. âMother.â
Satisfied, Alexandra returned her hand to her lap and sat back as the staff entered to serve the meal.
 The dinner shifted into silence as the group ate, Val keeping a watchful eye on the King as he glanced at Virgilâs slowly clearing plate. Tired of the silence, Roman cleared his throat and started talking between mouthfuls of food.
âSo, father has given Virgil and I permission to venture beyond the city unescorted and take on more advanced missions.â
âThat sounds exciting,â Alexandra breathed deeply, reaching for her water to clear her throat. âWhat are your plans now, boys?â
âWell,â raising his elbows to rest them on the table, Roman placed his hands together and rested his chin on top. âI have a few ideas. First, I just want to take Stella out for a good long ride. Then, I absolutely must take Virgil to see the Guardian Falls - oh - and possibly visit the village heâs from too. Beyond that, it comes down to what other missions Father decides to assign us to.â
âWellâŠthat sounds wonderful.â
Valâs brow furrowed as she noticed how the Queenâs face dropped at the mention of Virgilâs village. She made note to talk to him about it at a later point and returned her observations to the King.
âAnd what have you been up to, Virgil?â Adjusting her position, Alexandra turned in her chair to get a better look at her adoptive son.
âNothing of interest, Mother.â The lie was sour on his tongue as his mind pulled his recent torments to the surface. âIâm sure Roman, on the other hand, has much more to tell you.â
Deflated, Alexandra returned her attention to Roman as he thought of what to talk about. His mind ran through possible ideas, but he gathered that Virgil wasnât in a storytelling mood and didnât want to talk about anything that involved him.
 âWell, I did have a crazy dream last night about a dark sorcerer.â
The King and Queen straightened in their chairs simultaneously at the mention of the sorcerer.
âYou didnât mention that this morning.â
Roman shrugged at the Kingâs statement, âI didnât think it was important or anything. It was just a dream anyway. This snake faced guy droned on about me being arrogant and meeting the same fate as my brother; which is all utterly ridiculous, Iâm sure you would agree.â
Fear gripped Alexandraâs chest as the memory of the fates warning returned to the forefront of her mind; reaching for Rupertâs hand under the table to hold for comfort.
âYes,â Rupert accepted Alexandraâs secret hand and took a long drink from his glass. âIâm sure it was nothing but a ridiculous dream, Roman. No sorcerer would be close enough to perform such mind trickery; I have made sure of that.â
âYeah, and I donât believe in the fates, so they hold no power over me regardless.â
âDonât ignore all of the fates warnings, Roman,â his mother warned, ânot all their words are untrustworthy.â
âYour mother has a point. When you are King the fates will seek you out more and you will need to consider their words carefully.â
âMaybe thatâs how you two work,â Roman pointed between his two parents and lent back in his chair,â but I donât. I refuse to be driven to madness and kill myself like Grandmother did.â
âRoman, it isnât that simple.â His mother pleaded, squeezing Rupertâs hand tighter.
âSeems pretty simple from where Iâm sitting. Youâre with me, right Virgil?â
 All eyes turned to the thin man that had been enjoying blending into the folds of his chair. Eyes searching each staring face, trying to work out the best answer to calm them all; deciding it was best to just stick with the truth.
âIâm rather indifferent on the matter.â
âOh, come on, Virgil!â Hands tossed in the air in exasperation, Roman lent forward in irritation. âHonestly, just pick a side already.â
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause the fates speak in your dreams.â Virgilâs voice cracked with emotion on the final word. âH-how can I honestly pick a side if I donât even know if the fates have ever even spoken to me. I wonât pick a side without reason.â
âAgh,â Roman drooped back into his chair again, âthis is just like our debate about sorcerers. You really canât just pick a side?â
âWhat was that about sorcerers?â
 The music skipped a few beats and blood chilled in Virgilâs veins at the Kingâs tone. The servers cautiously cleared plates, eager to escape the growing tension in the room. Virgil silently cursed Romanâs loose lips, knowing this wasnât a subject that would be let go lightly.
âVirgil wonât say whether he is for or against the sorcerer ban for that exact same reason.â
âI-I just donât think itâs fair to-to make a judgement on something without evidence.â
âSo, you disagree with my ban against sorcerers?â Rupert questioned, leaning closer and resting his chin on clasped hands.
âIâm not s-s-saying that.â
A deep laugh from Roman sent chills down Virgilâs spine.
âBy not choosing a side that is exactly what youâre saying, Virgil. Canât you see it? Just say your truth; I have.â
âI have said my truth, Roman.â Voice practically begging his friend to stop pushing the matter. âIâm indifferent on matters until given reason to believe otherwise. Canât you just be satisfied with that?â
âNo, I cannot.â
 âRoman, stop.â The Prince froze at his motherâs small voice. âVirgil, are you okay?â
âMay I be excused?â Virgil looked at Rupert for approval; hands clenched in tight fists to prevent their trembling from being too obvious.
The moment the King nodded, Virgil left and Roman watched with an open mouth before requesting his leave as well. After planting a brief kiss on his motherâs cheek, Roman headed out and left his parents in the dining room alone.
 âGlad I could experience a complete family dinner.â Alexandra admitted sadly, accepting Rupertâs assistance to stand and head out of the room. âIs this what you always do without me?â
âNo. Virgil is usually much less vocal.â
âIâm glad to see he has a strong voice.â
The King scoffed in disgust. âHe should align his beliefs with the King that houses him.â
âDonât be like that, Rupert. Virgil is good for Roman. He will keep him safe and Iâm sure the fates will agree; though that snake message is new.â
âRomanâs dream was nothing more than a dream, Alexandra.â
âBut he spoke of his brother.â
Rupert sighed as they rounded the corner and got closer to their chambers.
âHe could imagine that detail easily. Donât over think this, my dear. We have ensured Romanâs safety since the day he was born. There isnât a sorcerer around and the fortune of the fates will not come to pass. Trust me.â
 Nodding, Alexandra allowed the journey to continue in silence. Sorcerers were not what concerned the Queen, it was the type of Sorcerers that caused her fear. Accepting her return to her chambers, Alexandra was happy to have her husbandâs assistance in preparing for bed; only needing a brief visit from Clara before slipping into sleep.
âStay close this evening.â Rupert commanded when Clara went to leave. âI want you within earshot should anything go wrong following this evenings events.â
âYes, your majesty.â
After Rupert left the room, Clara moved to the side room and set up for another evening of sleeping away from her family; hoping all would still be well in the morning.
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 Virgil and Roman didnât see each other for the rest of the evening; both emotional from the discussion. Roman turned to knife throwing in his room to quell his thoughts; frustrated that Virgilâs views didnât match his own. He felt that Virgil almost purposefully avoided agreeing with him on all matters. Sorcerers, the fates, sutures, red or green apples; Virgil never agreed with him and it hurt. He used to think Virgil would grow and eventually see that his beliefs were superior, but he was starting to think that just wasnât going to happen. Blades struck wood repeatedly as Roman replayed conversations in his mind and tried to piece his friendâs motives together.
Virgil on the other hand, simply drank the potion Logan had been kind enough to leave and tried to calm his mind enough to sleep before his early morning duties. Unable to find peace, he turned to the books in his side table and started reading the text Logan had lent to him; thoughts quieting as he took in the information text on rune marked animals. He was almost halfway through the book when his eyes started sliding closed and he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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  The full moon cast a light across the lands. Silver beams glittered off reflective surfaces and the natural magic of the land surged around the city as the fates whispered into the ears of the chosen.
 One saw a wolf falling in love with a deer, before the wolf had its back plastered in a rain of arrows.
 Another saw red berries blanketing the shore of a stream and heard the promise of a plentiful harvest. But the plants wilted and shrivelled away to reveal a stone grave.
 A woman stirred with the warning that death was approaching someone close to her.
 A snake slithered across a horseâs path and the horse wasnât afraid; lowering its head for the snake to meet its eye. The word âtrustâ echoed through their ears as the snake slithered away.
 Flames filled a room of the castle and a figure with glowing eyes stood in the centre. A sword and shield discarded in the flames beside a cloak bearing the royal crest.
 The final person blessed with the fates fortune struggled to see their message. Screams drowned out their words and a blinding light hid their vision. All that remained was a feeling. A feeling of loss and achievement. A burning pain that danced across their skin before being chilled by ice.
 Each blessed soul woke with differing reactions. Some fear, some ignorance, some sadness, and one with a cry that had a Prince fleeing his chambers to find their closest friend.
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Iâm sorry I disappeared for so long...but it will happen again. Iâm not gone gone, just busy. But Iâm always watching for comments or trying to post something else (maybe having multiple WIPs was a bad idea). Also, make sure you are checking out the art for the previous chapters. They look so good. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It really hints to a lot of stuff I have planned. Can you work out how everyone is connected? Have you guessed everyoneâs motives yet? (Oh the suspense is killinâ me) đđ
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