#ic | pheraes mighty knight

[escortofpherae]

continuation from here x c:

"sorry?"

Isadora stares for a moment as reality sinks in- This was not the best place to have this kind of conversation, but she was so scared of letting him leave again. What if he decided to run again? To vanishes from her grasp after everything that has happened?

Half of her wishes this was all just a nightmare, that she would wake up alone again and simply pretend that everything was ok. The sheer fact that she had to face her pain after pushing it back for so long brought tears to her eyes. It was hard to tell if they were out of frustration or joy.

'sorry.... sorry.... that's all you have to say?' is what her mind thought about saying first but her eyesight had become distractingly blurry. She was.. crying knowing that she was not in control of whatever raw emotion was expressing itself towards him. In the past she had always imagined that this moment would be bittersweet, that the two of them would be able to move past such a tragic event in their lives... but it seems fate had its own ideas.

"Harken-- Harken just stop--!" words strong enough to break through tears as onlookers mumbled between themselves. Isadora took a deep breath "I don't... I don't need to hear your excuses" This.. This was not the man she had fallen in love with. She cannot imagine what he had gone through, to be the only one left alive but in her eyes, was this not a good enough reason to return home?

Now he speaks of punishment, the idea of such cruelity makes a chuckle between her tears be heard as she glances over at anything else in the room "No punishment will equal the pain I felt. Nothing."

[pheraesladyknight]

Forsyth freezes as he sees her; there are many blue-haired individuals at the academy, but this is unmistakably his fellow knight-in-arms, the Lady Isadora.

(He can still feel her blood staining his hands.)

She's returned after a sabbatical to her homeland, he would assume. He does not wish to make her time at this ball an unpleasant one, but he lingers near her, wondering what exactly to say, if anything.

(Would he have done the same thing? He was willing to do heinous things to save Python. The mix of lingering guilt and mistrust is suffocating.)

Too late, she must have spotted him. This is his penance, and he shall atone as best he can.

"Lady Isadora! I'd not heard of your return. I hope you are well, this fine evening." He offers his hand to shake, and his brooch for trade. A meager offering, but it will have to be sufficient. "Are you here with Sir Harken?"

(They are not dissimilar, and he must make his peace with that.)

The night was comforting, she felt like she fell right into place here. These kind of events were something Isadora was familiar with throughout her childhood. So even if she didn't like being here, it wasnt the worst feeling in the world.

Thought, sometimes her mind wanders to her short time here, how quickly she turned her back to her comrades in order to chase a false reality she knew would not come quickly. Even looking at Harken or anyone who was with her at that point made her stomach flip upside down.

But, they did the right thing-- all of them, whether or not she would've died for real rather than the dream they were all placed in, she was their enemy.

Pushing all those thoughts away, she made her way to Python- a smile on her face "Sir Forsyth! yes... I did arrive just today, I'm doing well-- I'm accustom to this setting" she shakes his hand and takes the decoration before offering the small bell given to her "Well... Yes, in a sense... were both here but..." perhaps now isnt the time to vent about her marriage troubles "...nevermind. though... I do want to say something."

She takes a deep breath, here we go "Please... Dont blame yourself for what happened that day. I am responsible for my decision... anyone else would've done the same"

[pheraesladyknight]

an appalled gasp! she cut it short as the knight cleared her throat.

"Yngvi... Cant say I have heard about the place... I know that there are so many countries that come to this academy.. Its quite the achievement" Isadora responded, deciding to ignore his... pushed accent. At least he didn't seem to fond of it either

However once he started his performance, she could feel as if this wont be her first circus of the night. "okay-- okay no need for all that" her hands still covered her eyes, but she would be lying to herself if she DIDNT find herself peaking through her fingers-- "AHEM. I think I'm fine thank you very much--"

goodness maybe she shouldve minded her own business this time

[ Fashion Police ] -- oh the HORROR ! She shielded her eyes as she approached the... under-dressed man with a strange amount of determination. "Wh--What in the world is happening here." She mumbled loud enough for him to hear as she shakes her head and spoke in a rather disappointed tone "What kind of establishment OR party do you think this is?! please get dressed already!"

He had to admit it: it never got old when a beautiful woman approached him. There was something different about it than when he approached them - part of the fun little dance they did, he supposed, giving them equal opportunity to sweep him off his feet, if they so desired.

Nevermind that this one seemed just as flustered about his state of attire as everyone else.

Beowolf drew himself up to his full height, jutting his chin out in some facsimile of pride. "My lady," he said in a voice that he certainly did not own, dripping with pretension and the nasally, glass-cutter vowels of the aristocracy, "I'll have you know that this manner of dress is a cultural tradition in my hometown of Yngvi."

Lowering his voice, he reiterated; "That's Yngvi, in Jugdral. Perhaps you've heard of it. We are a proud people, and we work to hone our bodies, toiling under the sun for...long hours, probably. Look'ere - "

Dropping the haughty accent, which was beginning to make his skin crawl, he brought up an arm in a flex, grinning at the ripple and shift of his bicep rising in what was admittedly an impressive display. "All, er, born'n'bred Yngvi man, there."

Stifling a snicker, he grinned at the lady before him, his eyes glinting in the warm light of the ballroom. "Ain't nothing ashamed to be lookin' at, plenty of eyes on me - if yer all right with sharin', then take a peek yourself."

[pheraesladyknight]

[ Zofia ] - Modeled after an Archanean court dance, but with an energetic twist. The entire body is engaged with the dance, creating a spectacle that is enjoyable to watch.

Zihark can't help but to notice her, and if he didn't approach her; what kind of man would he be?

He smiles at her, holding out a hand, "Care for a dance milady?"

"a dance?" Oh she seems to be jumping from person to person.. but at the end of the day, this is all about having fun!

"Sure... I don't see why not" she takes the man's hand before being swept onto the dance floor. She was used to the more traditional ball room dance. So Isadora wasn't expecting the sudden twists and turns that came after.

It was a little jarring at first, she misstep every once in a while but... shes gave it her best! This was fun! Maybe she should let loose every once in a while.

[pheraesladyknight]

A small, delicately wrapped box covered in paper flowers is left outside of Isadora’s door. The note attached is written in some approximation of cursive, but that only makes it harder to read. 

Isadora, I know we haven’t spoken much, but you have my utmost respect. I hope you enjoy this gift. Happy winter festival! - Mark

Inside the box is a small, pink glass bottle of a floral perfume. It’s elegant, not too strong, wrapped in ribbon. 

She was ready to call it a night before her foot knocked into the small box. Isadora quickly leaned down and picked up the box. She checked carefully and smiles as she realized it wasnt damaged. A gentle tug on the paper she squinted slightly to read it.

"Ah... I see"

The knight smiles, realizing who this was a gift from "Lady Mark... She's far too kind" Isadora stated to herself as she shakes the box lightly to get the lid off. Now that the contents are visible, Isadora is beyond grateful it did not break.

Isadora pulls the perfume bottle out of the box and gentle pulls the lid off, spraying some onto her wrist. "Oh.. what a wonderful scent" The lady smiles, opening the door to her room. "I shall thank Mark next time I see her."

[pheraesladyknight]

Eir's outburst surprised Isadora. "You..-?" She chose not to ask about motives at a time like this. She looked over at the body-- wishing it was Harken before she ultimately turned and looked away. "Let's just take it. Someone probably moved it so we can do the same." Once the tarp had been thrown over the body, Isadora adjusted the tarp onto the wyvern.

"I'm sorry-- I hope you don't mind." Isadora mumbles before watching Hilda climb on. "Oh-- wait, you want.. ok. I see." She easily mounted herself on the wyvern. She was used to horseback - but this? This was new, so when they landed, Isadora found herself rather wobbly.

"Ah... I see it, it's over there. Just... give me a minute"

Movement -- 1

@thankudeath

battleships but instead of boats it's dead bodies

team theta | insiders | minigame team 1

[pheraesladyknight]

Isadora decides clearly he didnt need any help, and she wasnt about t sit here and let him bother her. It seems her chucking a carrot at him was enough of a message for the ninja not to draw any closer.

And this is you making up for lost time, is it?

Deep down? Yes, so much so. When Isadora saw Harken for the first time back in the academy prior to leaving she'd hope he'd some how come back to her senses. So to see an imposter do it much better than he ever--!

Ah... but does that make her any better?

Isadora narrowed her eyes, she took her basket in her hands as she stood. "Good day." Thats all he gets as the knight turns her back to him and walks off to put these vegetables away. Isadora's face said it all, as hints of regret suddenly make themselves clear.

( end )

⊱⊳ 『 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 』

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[pheraesladyknight]

" Do you want to really know what we should do..? My honest opinion... " She hesitated but.. its for the best " I believe... we should restart Harken... call off our enagement and start anew " tears began again, biting her lip as she felt sudden regret. She knew this was the best thing to do, for both of them " We could heal our wounded hearts and learn to love again.. Wouldnt that be wonderful..? "

It was a shot in the dark but, maybe it could work.. if he puts as much effort into this as she will " Ill be here to help you, if you need it.. we have allies here who... will do the same, hopefully " Isadora wasnt too sure about that last part.

She may not forgive him fully, but she is certain this plan could work, that it could help them. Isadora gives him a bittersweet smile " to us, for the last time... Harken. I'll always love you "

My Love's An Iron Ball Wrapped Around Your Ankles

[pheraesladyknight]

Everyone else seems so sorrowful to attack these people, she cant blame them for feeling such a way. Taking a life, real or not, is still terrible to do. Isadora closed her eyes, mumbling grace before she takes her axe and gives a look around to see which target she should go after.

There, stood one, an archer? perhaps, its hard to tell with the fighting going on around her. Now that Isadora thinks about it- fighting with an aditional body hung over her shoulder would be much harder to do the normally. If she had her horse it wouldve been much easier to fight.

She rushes forward once Katarina was a safe distance away, swinging the axe towards the villager.

Isadora 12/12HP misses Villager E 6/10HP with Steel Axe [Roll: 5; Miss, Villager E 6/10HP]

The villager saw her coming however, despite being injured was able to quickly move out the way. Isadora came to erupt stop, dust kicking up as she blows strands of her hair off her face. She shakes her head, and quickly tosses Harken's corpse off to the side, it was easier if she didnt have him holding her back.

the brightest shade of sun

team theta week 2 combat

[pheraesladyknight]

"Firstly, Lets get these people somewhere sheltered. I doubt they have anywhere to stay if the people have turned them away. I believe I brought a tent we can set up a bit away from the town. It's not much but I believe it's better than nothing" Isadora reaches over, patting Erk's shoulder lightly "Dont worry too much now- We havent even gotten started" she tried reassuring the boy while also silently hoping the other was not serious in that claim.

As they approached the injured mages Isadora sighed, placing the supplies she brought on the ground. Searching around to find the tent she had burried somewhere deep "Erk and..." she looked at the other lord, expecting him to fill in the blank "...Do me a favor, go around and take note of each mage, and grab whoever is in much worse condition.. they should be our priority."

@ylisseanstar

Omg TWO Authority Figures?

Faith +1

[pheraesladyknight]

" I like to believe they know what theyre doing… I don't see the need for the bishops to cause any unnecessary strife to an already stressful situation " Isadora looks down at the weapon pile and at the soldiers' that ran around desperately. " But I believe we can survive any challenge with the right mindset " these words felt more as a way to comfort herself then speaking to Duessel.

For that moment she was lost in thought, not hearing him introduce himself. She breaks her thoughts and smiles

"Its nice to meet you Duessel, My name is Isadora.. I was Lady Eleanora's personal guard back in Elibe " she extends her hand out for a handshake.

𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

[pheraesladyknight]

The engagement party was wonderful and filled with joy despite everything that had happened. Isadora foolishly believed that she could live out this farce a little longer. It's clear that someone had other plans, alone again… at least this time, he had left something behind. Though for once, she would've preferred that he vanish without a trace again.

When she finally let their room, many of the village woman had rushed to her said filled with nothing but sorrow. Isadora didn't fully understand what any had them said. She was simply on auto pilot until one of the ladies took her hand and insisted that she took a day just for herself.

That idea didnt seem too bad and to be honest she didnt really wish to be around large groups of people right now.

The whispers of villagers who started to doubt and fear them were reaching her ears as the days went by. This was all to much, and she- like everyone else-- have been through war. Isadora walked until she was staring into the entrance of the forest. She wondered deep down if Harken's body was somewhere around here, certainly who ever killed him didnt want to keep him in the village.

( Saint Elimine.... Be my guide... what should I even do..? ) she'd wonder.

The Ladies Insist!!

[pheraesladyknight]

In the midst of rebuilding both towns and relationships, there are those who would yet seek to cause trouble: namely, the notorious Hag and Mag. They've been appearing in wanted posters all over Faerghus, and it appears their capture - dead or alive - will fetch a pretty penny. Will you go on behalf of the church, or is the bounty perhaps more appealing than your academy wages & grades?

Being sent out after the hell that she had experience wasnt exactly what she had hoped for. She decided to take a different view with this new task, that it is simply a way for her to avoid… everyone who she had encountered with while still stuck in that illusion. Isadora was better after medical staff checked her intensive before leaving, making sure she was… fit for travel.

What she was not expecting is that someone else joined her. She had originally hoped it was just.. her, by herself.

"So… Did you want to come along? or was it simply no choice and the assignment was thrown on to you." Isadora didnt mean to be harsh with this question, she was curious-- he didn't look to well himself "Ah.. the name is Isadora. Its great to meet you" suddenly she felt as if her first question was rather rude, and so she believed if she introduced herself it would be seen in.. better lighting.

@optimismxmagicism

sense of normality?

[pheraesladyknight]

There's something calming about island life when you're not in the thick of work. The odd breaks you've managed to carve out for yourself offer the opportunity for an activity unique to coastal surrounds: exploring tide pools! These little pockets of seawater dot the intertidal zones of the rocky beaches about this section of the archipelago, and are treasure troves of marine microbiomes waiting to be discovered.

@viridescent-lance

Her time here was short-- after the mess that she got herself in, Isadora could not bare being in the monastery. It felt like cowardice, but it helped her get her head straight.

When she returned, the ball was full swing-- and once that was over.. it was back to work.

Of course, nothing stopped the knight from taking this time to relax-- sneaking in her swimwear into her bags and escaping early in the morning. The tide was low, causing theses beautiful tide pools shine through, carefully-- Isadora walked over the wet rock, reaching in to grab empty shells.

She thought she was alone until further into her walk, she sees a familiar figure "Forsyth? Is that you?" half wondering if nature was louder than she could be Isadora draws closer "It is-! good morning" she greets him, a smile on her face "what are you up too..? and do you mind if I join you?"

were in this (tide pool) together!

[pheraesladyknight]

It was strange to be on the enemies' side. When the battle had started, Isadora found herself naturally moving towards the villagers of Rusalka. How could she? Turn her weapon to the members of her team as if they were nothing but a roadblock needed to be clear. As if moments before they weren't together in this struggle, regardless if they agreed with her choices or not. Isadora felt terrible behind her neutral expression, but she didn't dare look towards her ex-allies in fear they could see the same she felt in her eyes.

Yet here she was, by the side of people she didn't even know if they were real or not. Here she stood, wondering where exactly did she go wrong? Had she failed somewhere along her path to make her do such rash decisions? Was it selfish to be this way? Isadora did not wish to swing her axe at all during the battle. On the outside, she looked so calm and content with her decision. Yet inwardly, there was nothing but a storm of emotions.

The first attack she received was by... ah.. what was his name? It was here that she realized she should've branched out to more of her companions that first week. It was here she saw the birdman's state, similar to Harken, who now floats idly beside her. She wonders if he saw her initial shock, her uncertainty. Those who were cast to the outside mercilessly... could they all have reached that point ?

Hearing her name shortly after Isadora turned to the source.

“I would ask that you rejoin us or stand down.” Another who she couldn't recall their name.. but Isadora knew she only meant well. "To stand down would be everything I know as a knight," Isadora responded, a frown is seen, clear as day "Do not hesitate - I'm nothing but a traitor, I understand what will happen on this battlefield. Please... fight me as foe and not as a friend." Yet she watched as the blonde woman missed her as well, she glanced over towards Celephais. It was their doing that the rest had become this worn down. An unfair fight to her eyes.

Again, she hears words spoken to her "Please? We're a team! Stronger together! We need you!" Chrom was his name, she remembered him during an assignment they did not too long ago. To turn her axe against him felt sightly bitter. "Chrom.. I--" did Isadora even have a good reason to give him? The sound of their weapons clashing loud, loud enough that she couldn't even hear the response her mind had given her.

Chrom 8/10HP hits Isadora 10/12HP with Sealed Falchion [Roll: 5 + 2 = 7, -3.5, Isadora 6.5/12HP]

This was war, this is how battles go. Friends turn to foe in a matter of seconds... so why?

Isadora 6.5/12HP counters with Steel Axe [Roll: 16 + 2 - 8 = 10; -5.5, Chrom 2.5/10HP]

Why did it pain Isadora to do this? Could it be fear? Fear that if she suddenly changed her "allies" would not be to happy with her? Or perhaps that her friends would not forgive her after this. Oh Harken... we're really in it now

Chrom 2.5/10HP follows up with Sealed Falchion [Roll: 8 + 2 = 10, -3.5, Isadora 3/12HP]

Despite weakening the Blue Lions student, Chrom was still able to get another hit on her. She slammed her axe to the dirt, leaning on its handle for support. "I'm sorry" was all she mumbled.. unsure if he could hear her or not. She could not fall here, what would even happen to her? It's here that Isadora decides not to let her thoughts wander, to pick a side whether it's right or wrong. Her hand twitched slightly as she placed it over her heart. A sudden rush of energy surged forth within her, looking over at the ghostly figured of her beloved, a fake that won her broken heart. The same energy came from him as well, in her hand, she now held a sword-- one she never carried prior.

Isadora 3/12HP synchronizes with Harken!

It was too much for Isadora to pick someone to attack, and perhaps "Harken" could feel her hesitant behavior. So he made the choice for her instead. She turned toward Lachesis- one who she knew well and respected. While Isadora's mind panicked, knowing what she was about to do, her body did not stop in its tracks.

Harken 3/12HP hits and hits Lachesis 7/12HP with Brave Sword [Roll: 10, 12; -9, Lachesis 0/12HP] Lachesis is defeated!

"No.. no I-" Taking the life of another innocent-! Her conscience is still weighted down over the murder of Holst. Now, it has another anchor tying it down. Stepping back from the crime she had committed, she felt the unwanted graceful feeling of her wounds being healed, undeserved in her eyes.

Mairenn 15/15HP heals Isadora 3/12HP with Physic [Roll: 1; +3, Isadora 6/12HP] Mairenn 15/15HP heals Isadora 6/12HP with Physic [Roll: 17 - 4 = 13; +6, Isadora 12/12HP]

murder is a long-term investment

team theta | week three

[pheraesladyknight]

With the coming of peace, it allows people time again to enjoy leisurely pursuits. Art appreciation and games return. One noble re-introduces an old deck of cards, each painted with a monster, spell, or trap, to the people of Garreg Mach and the game spreads like wildfire again. Everyone scrambles to dig out their own decks, or gather new ones, and become the most powerful summoner on the continent. Merchants and artists even begin to sell new sets, breathing life into the game for those who had played it the first time, and providing a fresh entry point for newcomers as well. Care for a game? [Grants Authority +1]

The sun felt like a blessing today. For once she feels as if everything her eyes laid on were real. It felt good to be in reality again. Isadora walked by a couple of people who gathered around in small groups. Curiosity got the better of her as she passed more and more of these tiny group. Gods she felt old- she didnt understand what was happening, why they were shouting or flipping their cards so dramatically, but it seemed everyone was just eating this up.

Ultimately , she decides to find out what these people SEE in this game, she makes her way to the market. The long lines twisted around corners to get cards, people around cheered or cried depending on what they got-- it was all insanity to the knight.

"Miss! I see youre curious about the game eh? Well, I happened to JUST get out of line and out of the PURE kindness in my heart, wish to give you my old deck" the man's voice surprised her as Isadora turned to look at him "Why.. would you give you old deck away?" She asked, clearly not trusting the man.

"Oh please! The one I got is so much better and the one i currently use is still good… it'll only cost a few gold.. i can even teach you!" Well Isadora was interested in learning… what's the worst that could happen? …. She shouldve known. When Isadora finally gave the man his paymet after her morning was eaten up by these "lessons" he disappeared with the gold AND the cards. She felt like an absolute FOOL as she stood there, feeling the shame wash over her

@corvuschriisti

it was YOU 🫵 I BANISH THEE TO THE SHADOW REALM