#olric is also a sweet lad

[sparticus2000art]

I’ve been being a little insane about a new game recently, so I haven’t really made much art…

But!!

Fields of mistria has been super fun, and has super charming art, writing and characters, so I’ve been having a blast.

March is probably one of my favourites so far so I drew him with my farmer…

But if any of you guys like farm sims, it’s definitely got my glowing recommendation!

[misskazehana]

(These updates may be a little more sporadic as I am working through the on going crisis at home. Anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading!)

Despite having impaled the young master, Sir Verte is trapped as Astrid tries to finish him off. Dripping with the sickly ichor of plague, the feral godling nearly infects his fellow subordinate. Suddenly, he’s rendered immobile by the siren calls of twin voices. Ursalis and Karnefur sooth his restless desire driven state into a gradual slumber. This act has saved not only the scaly swordsman. It also has saved Astrid, who’s treated gingerly in the aftermath.

Sir Verte has his men seize the remains of Alos and bind Sir Olric to prevent any more oversights. Somberly, he comforts the now dreaming lad as he carefully takes him into his gloved arms. He slips a sedative into him discreetly to avoid further issues until they’ve returned to base. He turns to the mystics and thanks them for their assistance. Without missing a beat, Sir Verte asserts that they must come. Mostly to avoid leaving witnesses to be questioned and to gather information from them. 

Ursalis is quick to deny his request only to be denied of her denial by Karnefur. With that, they become reluctant ‘prisoners’ as they travel with the party. Sir Verte makes it clear that they’ve a long trek that’ll span for almost a week. He doesn’t want anyone dilly dallying in the back. After all, any lagging could resort to what happened to the party before this. 

Arguments arise from the siblings’ constant bickering with each other. Ursalis believes that they would have been fine. That they shouldn’t have to put up with being chained up. Karnefur coldly retorts that if she hadn’t provoked Alos or Astrid, none of this would have happened. On top that, going with the party is the only way they could’ve left that place reasonably without too much trouble. Naturally, the indignant sibling squints her eyes bitterly at him as she retorts with 1. the bird’s dead and 2. belittling Astrid based off his appearance. Her equally irritated brother also points out that she barely helped to make the whole situation less stressful. She lusted over Sir Olric, who took his sweet time and it nearly killed him. Ursalis defends that stoic man, stating he’s doing his best.

It is cut short with the biting tongue of Sir Verte’s curt call. He insists they keep on moving as they chat. He casually tries to finesse answers from his new traveling companions. Karnefur is about to answer that. Alas, he’s cut off and Ursalis refuses to give the man an inch. She insists it has nothing to do with him or his party. Serpent eyes leer suspiciously at them as he rebuttals with the contrary. He has been sent by his superiors to handle any sort of issues that arose. Apparently, Astrid hadn’t contacted back when he was supposed which lead to Sir Vert being sent. 

Karnefur inquires further to his horror, had Astrid not been soothed; Sir Verte would’ve had to dispose of him. He clinically explains that Astrid’s a high risk due the plague affecting his ability to properly stabilize and regulate magic. Absorbing tons of arcane energies in one shot could prove fatal like earlier as he went bonkers. Of course there’s other factors, nonetheless; Astrid would have to be killed if he proved to be too dangerous. 

That doesn’t sit well with the passive psychic as he prods for a reason why such a person is sent out like this. Sir Verte vaguely alludes that his ‘lord’ trusts Astrid as his student to conduct all sorts of things for the sake of ‘research’. He then nonchalantly turns the tables back on the twins as his question still hasn’t been answered. Ursalis once again, cuts off her poor brother and gets them into deeper trouble as Sir Verte insists that they comply. Especially after pointing out that it is indeed, his business if they’re involved with Astrid and Alos...

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[misskazehana]

(This was a bitch to write, mostly from a perspective; this was my best shot. Sorry for the wait)

Umbrol warns sir Olric that they’re passing by their potential demise, Astrid who’s supposedly sleeping. Of course, the urges tempt the sleeping godling to stir and turn towards that sweet- sweet magic source. It doesn’t help with the mad god’s anxiety as they stroll pass. Sir Verte urges his prisoner to keep moving as to not make himself tardy for their date with Lord Phos. Nurse Crimson notices a small spike in Astrid’s magic levels before they revert as Olric is taken away. 

After some time, the blindfolded swordsman is present to his masked warden. Lord Phos questions the amount of restraints applied to his...’guest’. Sir Verte tries to argue it is for safety reasons. Thinking it may get their stoic captive to be more talkitive, the blindfold and the arm restraints barring the anti magic mittens/leash come off. Olric coyly teases Verte as he removes the blindfold. Hateful hisses escape thin lips as Sir Verte makes it clear he’s not messing around. Quickly reverting to his usual blank stare, Sir Olric quietly glances around as he’s questioned about his part in this mess. Between Phos trying to pass himself as patient and Verte’s insistence, the dead eyed blonde tunes them out for a bit.

He briefly recalls his orders, which slowly turn to many-many ‘blahs’. All the while, Lord Phos is seemingly impressed by this lad’s determination to keep silent. Sir Verte earnestly believes the man is indeed- fucking with them. So much so, he restates what he personally witnessed upon finding Olric. Of how the mad man tries to Astrid and was nearly eaten by Astrid. Anything before that would be impossible to get unless Olric talks. Verte even hints that his selectively mute bane will refuse  and have to be forced to chatting. His displeasure laid bare to his lordship and Olric.   

With a small ‘hmph’, freckled eyes tiresomely glare as thoughts of ‘this is nothing’ ring out from silence. Olric proceeds to flatly retort that Verte’s words are a waste of time. He also implies this interrogation is a waste of time and could careless of what happens. This impudence insults the serpentine overseer as he grabs the little shit by neck, snarling obscenities. Olric merely smiles mockingly, daring him to fucking break his neck. Of course, Lord Phos quickly puts an end to all that with his order. Sir Verte backs off, visibly seething as Olric blankly stares back at him.

As Lord Phos asserts himself, below them- Astrid awakens from his prolonged sleep. Groggily, he sits up as Nurse Crimson is caught by surprise. Looking down at his stabilizers which seem to be sealed at the moment, Astrid is greeted by his cautious caretaker. He is asked about his condition, at the moment- he isn’t sure. It’s not like he’s in pain, nor it’s like he’s totally healthy. The sleepy lad inquires of the duration of his slumber. It’s been a week since he nearly devoured Olric and eaten Alos. 

He then asks to see Lord Phos, wishing to report to him like usual. Crimson informs him that isn’t possible at the moment and insists he rest a little more. Astrid hasn’t the energy to argue and yet, he desires to go up. Commenting he’s a little stiff from sleeping in bed. The nurse assures him that their lord would love to see him in the morning. He agrees whilst looking up, sensing Umbrol’s presence above his weary little head...  

Plague and it’s characters belong to me, misskazehana